Capítulo 935: SCORPIO'S SECRETS(@3)
-- Dirty laundry --
For those who don't know me, my name is Ray, Raymond when I'm in trouble, or when my father wants to share something serious. My mother died when I was younger. Rose is my dad's second wife, and Laila is Rose's daughter (with my dad) and my submissive free use sex pet.
My entire world turned upside down and inside out, and my love for my sister was now stronger and more profoundly deep than I thought possible after I secretly fucked Laila's mother last night.
That dirty laundry was cleaned and hung out to dry when my sister and I made love this morning. Sitting on top of me, impaled on my cock, masturbating per my instructions, Laila's body shivered when she climaxed again, staring at me, opening her mouth to speak when the window knocked.
"Oh Fuck!" Laila cursed, her body still trembling from her interrupted climax as she puffed, "I forgot about mom and dad."
Laila dismounted me without warning, grabbing my hand as she exited the bed. My arm almost dislocated when she yanked me upright, demanding, "Come on... mom and dad are waiting... they sent me to get you..."
"Ready... ready for what?" I questioned as she dragged me out of my room, as I whispered a reminder, "Laila... we're naked... they'll see us."
"Yeah," she smiled over her shoulder, "Get used to it," finishing her statement, "I think we're all going to be naked a lot more often," as I followed her toward the gagging and grunting noises of sex in the backyard.
Outside we found Rose on her back on a sunchair; her neck rolled over the edge of the plastic slats. Dad stood over her, feeding his cock to her upside-down mouth and her throat. Rose's hands pulled on his thighs as his hands massaged her sunbathed breasts. The bulge from dad's cock moving in Rose's neck instantly excited my recently spent penis.
"Ooo," Laila cooed, squeezing me tighter as she said, "I want you to do that to me again... after dad and I fuck for the first time... oh...no... while dad fucks me. I want both of my lovers inside me at the same time."
"I'm looking forward to it," I smiled, "Move the other lounge chair next to your mom's so dad and I can take turns fucking your throat," I directed, "then we'll fuck your cunt and your ass... I want to DP both you and Rose with dad... with real cocks, not fake ones... and I want to hear you cum... no more screaming into Mr. Fish... and I want to watch dad fuck my sloppy seconds inside you."
Laila's legs squeezed tight around my cock, and her thighs quivered, making her entire body shake and bounce as she climaxed.
"That's one," I smirked, "Two more, then it's mine turn."
-- Our first family orgy --
With Laila dutifully retrieving the lounge chair she previously used to tempt me sunbathing outside my bedroom window, I walked over to Rose and dad.
I silently nodded at dad, and he nodded back, then nodded at Rose, authorizing me to enjoy his wife's nakedness. I caressed one of her breasts, teases, pinched, and pulled on her chocolate morsel nipple, then ran my hand across her sunscreen-coated stomach. My finger circled her belly button, then moved a little lower, tenderly tracing the outline of the aqua-blue fur arrow that pointed to her puffy, inflamed, and glossy slit.
Without resistance, my finger slipped inside her, and Rose's body clenched, then relaxed, her vagina throbbing around my inserted finger. She tried to look at me past dad's balls caressing her face, but he didn't move, other than to continue hovering over her, sliding his cock in and out of her throat.
Laila's sun chair screeched and moaned as she dragged it from the side of the house next to Rose's by the pool. I stopped what I was doing to Rose to help Laila position the other lounge and lay down the same way Rose had on her sun chair.
Standing between both women, I returned my hand to Rose's cunt, fingering Laila's mother before I started to do the same to her daughter. After admiring my finger caressing and disappearing past the tender lips of both mother and daughter, and when my fingers felt adequately greased with their feminine slime, I used those same fingers to penetrate both of their asses simultaneously.
"Stereo," I chuckled at dad when both Rose and Laila yipped, then sighed as I pushed my finger past their anal rings. Laila's vocalization was louder, with Rose's muffled by dad's cock in her neck, but dad proudly nodded as I inserted my thumbs into both women's silky slits.
Both naked women twitched again; then, after observing both pairs of breasts giggle and shake for a moment, I looked up at dad to see his reaction when I found the same secret button inside Rose that I had found inside Laila. As I hoped, both mother and daughter shared the same hypersensitive bump between their rectums and their vaginas that induced instant intense climaxes.
At first, dad looked down to check on Rose when she screamed around his throat-gagging cock. Then he looked at Laila as her shriek escaped unrestricted, echoing off the backyard fencing and the back of the house.
Then he looked at me after watching both women thrash around like two fish dumped in a boat. An expression of pride directed at me I had not seen since mom died appeared on his face as he asked, "How did you do that?" then insisted, "Show me!"
"Later," I deflected, more interested in watching Rose's body twist, contort and squirm on an invisible spit between dad's cock and my hand. My eyes moved back and forth between Rose's thrashing body and Laila's bouncing hips. I was also savoring the long-forgotten feeling of father-son bonding and basking in dad's jealous expression as I continued to make his wife and daughter climax over and over again.
Upon seeing Rose's knuckles starting to turn white, both hands grasping lounge's side railing as her hips and thighs circled my dual penetrations, I stopped forcing both my dad's wife and my lover/sister from climaxing uncontrollably.
"Show me what just did," dad insisted again, holding his cock in Rose's throat, leaning forward to see if he could discover my secret, not seeing Rose's face turning red or her puffy nipples preparing to explode.
"Only if you DP both of them with me," I countered, using my nodding face and eyes to warn him about his wife's breathing issues.
Dad took a step back, withdrawing his penis from Rose's upside-down mouth.
"SHIT!" Rose spat at dad's groin, then huffed twice before catching her breath while Laila quietly panted her recovery, accustomed to my abuse of her hidden orgasm button.
"How did you do that?" Rose puffed, her hands still holding fast to the metal railing of the lounge chair as if she would float away if she let go or simply because the lingering orgasmic dizziness had not yet dissipated.
"Wait until Ray makes Capricorn sing inside you," Laila promised, the redness fading from her neck and chest when she twisted her head to look at her mother.
"Who does what inside me?" Rose huffed, her fingers springing open as if she had to consciously force them to release their death grip of the powder-coated metal tube.
One of my hands continued to pet Laila's pussy, mindlessly and somewhat because it had become a subconscious habit to do so. While my fingers traced and caressed Laila's lips, my eyes watched as Rose's legs relaxed open. Her separated knees were granting me full visual access to her bright red creamy pussy, even more so when her feet dropped to the concrete allowing the full brightness of the sun above to illuminate her glossy treasure.
Dad's prideful hand on my shoulder prevented me from fully memorizing his wife's juice-dripping cunt. That and him signaling a change of positions. He and I switched places while Laila did her best to quickly explain the secrets she and I had discovered about each other's sex over the past three weeks while also stealing glimpses of dad, opening her legs wider so he could do to her what I had just been doing to Rose.
A loving father admiring his daughter's sun-exposed creamy cunt, dribbles of the load his son had deposited inside his sister not long ago dripping from her slit, across her taint heading toward her eager brown eye.
While dad fingered Laila's cunt and ass, doing what I had done to her before, extracting my cum from her cunt and feeding it to her ass while holding one of her legs up before starting to feel around for her secret button.
With Rose's feet still planted on the pool deck, she wiggled herself into a more comfortable position, stretched out on the chair, leaning her head over the edge a little further than she had for dad, offering to let me throat her.
Dad continued to finger Laila while both father and daughter watched me, her stepson, and half-brother feed his cock to Rose's mouth, then bulging her throat when she pulled me toward her with her hands on my ass.
It was a real family affair; Dad told me how to work my cock into Rose's throat as he fingered and explored Laila's scissor-legged pussy and ass. With his guidance, it felt like I could get deeper into Rose's neck than I was Laila's when she had done the same to me hanging off the edge of her bed. The feeling of my balls pressed to Rose's nose and eyes is a perversely masculine feeling; a disrespectful act of pure sexual lust Rose seemed more than willing to allow me to do to her.
Dad, on the other hand, had a challenge. His older fingertips are not as sensitive as mine. Even with Laila's guidance, it took him a little while to find her secret button, but Laila didn't mind her father fingering her pussy and ass at the same time as I watched over them like a mentor to an apprentice. The same way he watched over me, feeding my cock to his wife, who happens to be my half-sister.
Like me, when I found Laila's secret button the first time, dad was unrelenting. Forcing his daughter to climax over and over again, with a deviant look of satisfaction on his face. An expression I'm sure I've displayed many times for the same reason as his free arm hugged her upturned calf to his chest and made Laila's body thrash and spasm repeatedly.
I, on the other hand, could not stop watching my cock bulging in Rose's throat. I hadn't noticed Laila's neck expanding and contracting when I throated her the first time. I was too distracted by the new experience of admiring her cunt at the time, and the few times we've done the same since I was too worried about Rose or dad walking in on us.
Or, maybe it was the brightness of the sun enhancing the fullness of my cock in Rose's neck when I pushed deeper into her than I ever had Laila. In either case, I was completely and erotically enthralled watching and feeling the head of my cock moving under her skin that I completely forgot she needed to breathe.
"Let her catch her breath," dad cautioned, looking up at me, "and make sure she knows to hold her breath before you cum."
I pulled back, and soon I started to understand how Rose's thigh caresses and taps communicated when to speed up, slow down, or pull back so she could breathe.
Part of me wanted to fuck Rose's face, hard and intensely. Still, another part of me wanted to watch my cock inflating her neck. And yet, another part was overly concerned about following proper etiquette related to the respectful protocols one should observe when inserting one's erection to their father's wife's throat.
Leaving his daughter panting and heaving for air on the other lounge chair, Dad shifted his attention away from Laila's orgasm recovering form. He picked up both of Rose's legs, one by one, pushing both up and back, her knees almost touching her breasts before dad started worming his fingers into her cunt and ass, searching for and finding Rose's secret button.
Rose expertly held my cock in her mouth, not clenching her teeth when dad made her scream around my cock, but her hips and stomach thrash violently, bucking like a rodeo bull around dad's inserted fingers. Rose's white-knuckled hands released my ass and found the edge of the lounge chair again. Her once again white knuckles holding her upper body and head still, while her lower half below her ribs twisted, turned, and contorted from dad playing with the upgraded feature he found inside his wife and living sex toy.
Our neighbors are not that close; we have a pretty good-sized yard and enough trees around the fenceline to hide what we were doing from public view, but at least two of the neighbor's houses had windows overlooking the pool area. They'd have to have binoculars or a telescope to see who we were, but the thought that someone might be watching me fucking Rose's throat or dad fingering his wife through one climax after another made my cock want to spit sooner rather than later.
"If only they knew just how incestual all this is," I thought to myself when dad released Rose from his orgasmic clutches. I waited for Rose to catch her breath around my cock before looking down to see her neck expand when I pushed forward again. She wasn't quite ready, her thighs were still quivering, and her knuckles continued to remain white around the armrest, but I pushed forward anyway, wanting to see my cock bulging her throat again and again.
I heard Laila's chair protest when dad pulled her closer to him, spreading and lifting his daughter's weak legs like he had Rose's, but this time aiming his erection at Laila's fur topped glistening slit.
I pulled out of Rose's throat, and she looked up at me past my swaying erection, wondering why I had removed my cock from her mouth. I nodded toward dad and Laila. I then helped Rose sit up on her elbows, placing my knee behind her so she could use my leg as a backrest as we both watched dad looked down at Laila, pulling her and the chair closer to his handsome cock until it hovered over her pubic mound.
Rose shifted her weight, sitting up more comfortably, resting on my leg as her hand seemed to naturally find and massage my cock before we both watched dad preparing to make love to his daughter for the first time.
Dad's a little thicker than me, especially the head of his cock, and I'm a little longer and thinner than him. I'm sure Laila and Rose would soon be able to tell the difference between us just by touch or the feel of us inside them, but I doubt anyone else could, not without the years of experience Rose had with dad, and the weeks of experience Laila had with me.
Laila pleaded her answer to his unasked question, "Please, daddy... please fuck me... Please... Ray said it was ok... please. I want to feel you inside me. Let me be your little love doll... I want to watch and feel you cum inside me, daddy. Fuck me, daddy... please fuck your little girl!"
Laila either suspected he wanted to see her as the young girl he never knew or maybe she wanted to feel like his personalLolita, the same way she wanted me to make her feel like my personal sex toy and slut. In either case, his intense stare proved his daughter's child-like pleading had found and pressed her father's secret sex button.
Dad's deviant eyes admired's Laila's fur-crowned bald pussy. He then glanced up at me before looking at Rose. Dad's face expressed a perverse pride, his voice almost sounding like it was going to crack as he announced, "It's been a long time since I've had sloppy seconds... fucking my son's sloppy seconds leaking out of my daughter is something I never thought I'd get to enjoy."
"She's as much yours as she is mine, my love," Rose cooed, "You know I will never stop you from loving your daughter... as often as you want."
Dad's face expressed a very rare glowing acknowledgment before he held Laila's legs up and apart. Watching his daughter's face, dad guided his penis to Laila's ready and waiting feminity.
Rose and I bore witness to father and daughter making love for the first time. Dad entered Laila slow and purposefully, his eyes locked on hers as Laila's body quivered, shook, and her thighs vibrated. Her breathing staggered, and her body trembled as he slowly pushed himself into her until I could see no separation between his groin and hers.
Rose pushed away from my backrest leg, twisted around on her lounge, folding her legs back and open. In a feat I had only seen in porn videos, and attempted by Laila (only to feel it the next day), Rose positioned her legs behind her shoulders with her arms behind her knees, gifting her sex to me while parentally directing, "The same goes for you... brother. You can take me anytime you want... but I want to see your face this time. I want to watch you fucking me... under a bold sun, not a shy moon... and I want you to see me enjoying feeling you inside me... brother loving sister and sister loving brother."
I straddled the lounge until my penis rested comfortably just below her pubic mound's furry arrow. Rocking my hips back and forth, the head of my penis teasing and temping the top of her mostly open slit where her clit lay hiding under dark red, inflamed creases of glossy flesh.
Keeping her legs folded back, granting me full access to her cunt and ass, Rose looked over, and reached for, then held Laila's hand as I slid into Rose's fully accessible and welcoming feminine folds of flesh.
A suddenly free leg slapping my shoulder didn't stop me; I was too eager to slide into Rose again (with her permission this time) to be distracted by unexpected body parts moving around. After all, flailing limbs were common occurrences whenever I used Laila the same way Rose allowed me to at that moment; on a pool chair in our backyard, where anyone with the right kind of spyglass could see us. Unexpectedly comfortable knowing dad and Laila were also watching me penetrated Rose just as Rose and I watched dad penetrate Laila.
Rose was as tight, maybe a little tighter than her daughter, which I did not expect, or remember from the night before. I could feel stronger and more experienced contractions massaging my cock as I started to move in and out of Rose's porn-star contortion, which might explain the grasp her cunt had around my cock.
My eyes moved back and forth between her face and eyes, her sloshing breasts and my cock effortlessly sliding in and out of my father's wife's pussy. Also, recognizing but not fully processing how much Rose looked like both Laila and my mother at the same time.
Both of Rose's breasts were slightly larger and slightly less perky than Laila's were, both dancing in harmony with my thrusts into her. Rose and her daughter had the same chocolate nuggets at the top of their breasts, with Rose's centered inside slightly larger areolas, but that was hard to confirm with her bosoms dancing around behind her knees.
I could not help but wonder if my mother's breasts were the same size, shape and had the same features as Rose and Laila as I fucked Rose under the warm sun.
I could feel the heat of the sun on my back and the growing aroma of sex on the cool breeze. A tangy, musky, cock encouraging scent enhanced by our sweat and the sweet fragrance of Rose's backyard garden. I found myself walking another tightrope. On one side, the feeling of Rose's cunt around my cock and the view of her willing nakedness below me. And, on the other side, the unexpected freedom of fucking completely naked outside.
I wanted to feel and remember having sex with Rose face to face for the first time. But I was distracted by all the unexpected extra-sensory inputs that came with the outdoor experience, including the sun's heat on previously unexposed parts of my body. And the rustling of the wind through the trees, or the birds singing their approval of our natural acts. I could almost feel the mass of the pool's water behind me and its chemical-infused humidity adding to the grass and flower garden imbued air pumping in and out of my nose as I pumped my penis in and out of Rose.
Like Laila, Rose's slightly less tanned chest flushed red just before and while she climaxed. Her hand holding Laila's clenched as she came, and so did Laila's when her father's penis inside her induced a climax within her.
I looked up from Rose's chest to see dad leaving Laila's spend body, shifting over Rose. Rose laid her head back, arching her neck, welcoming his cunt creamed cock into her mouth, then her throat. For a moment, dad and I fucked Rose from both ends until I moved over to feed a lonely-looking Laila my cock; coated and slimed with her mother's cunt.
Laila gagged or coughed several times when I tried to go just deep into her throat as I had Rose's, or maybe I was too eager to do to her what I had done to Rose. My always willing and submissive lover soon found the right neck angle, and when she did, her hands filled themselves with my butt cheeks. Laila's fingernails were soon digging into my flesh, pulling me and my cock deeper into her throat than I expected.
Laila had deep-throated me before, but nowhere near as intense or feverishly as she was now. I think there was an unconscious competition with her mother happening in my lover's head, one my ego had no problems with as my balls cradled themselves around or kissed Laila's nose.
I almost came more than once, seeing my cock moving inside Laila's neck. And again, when dad unexpectedly penetrated his daughter without warning. Laila's body stiffened, and her clenched throat moaned around my cock as he held her legs up, slapping her thighs to his as he drove his cock into her slippery cunt.
Watching her breasts rock back and forth in sync with her father's rapid and enthusiastic penetration, plus the vibrations of her moaning vocal cords, triggered my climax.
Once again, my mindless need to cum inside Laila took over, and I held my cock deep inside her neck as it squirted into her esophagus. Her body spasmed from the orgasm dad's penis started. But her lungs were empty after screaming around my cock. My cock erupting in her throat prevented Laila from replacing the air that had vacated her lungs when dad penetrated her without warning.
Even though she couldn't breathe, her hands on my ass dug her fingernails deeper into my flesh. I briefly imagined explaining the strange puncture marks on my butt to an ER doctor as I pressed my balls tighter to Laila's face, driving my still squirting cock farther into her bulging neck.
I finished cumming first, then had to fight Laila's death grip on my ass to pull out of her unsatisfied mouth. She gasped for air several times before her natural color slowly returned to her face. Dad, on the other hand, didn't stop. He continued to fuck Laila; hard.
Laila wanted more; her hand grabbed my balls, and she pulled me back to her mouth. Her face chased my swaying penis as her hand used my balls like a joystick until her lips captured me, then sucked me into her eager tongue's cave.
Rose rolled off her chair, stood up next to dad; one hand disappeared behind him, and the other leaned his head toward her, and she whispered something I couldn't hear. Dad then grunted and thrust his cum into Laila's twitching body, forcing my cock deeper into Laila's mouth and past the back of her throat.
Rose caressed dad's chest and his ass as I reached down, pinching and pulling on Laila's nipples while both father and daughter grunted and moaned through their first shared climax, with Rose and I as their witnesses.
Laila's fingernails digging into my ass cheeks again refused to release me after she and dad climaxed together. I could feel the sun adding to burn on the back of my neck as I looked down at Laila, her head rolled over the edge of the lounge, desperate to swallow more than just my cock.
Her orgasm bloom was just starting to fade from her chest when it erupted again. Laila's body stiffened and flinching, and I looked up to find out why.
Rose full head of dark hair twisted, turned, and bobbed between Laila's upturned thighs, and I could hear Rose slurping and licking dad's cum, and what remained of mine out of Laila's pussy.
Laila's chest exhaling around my cock from Rose's efforts hit just the right frequency to vibe my cock into cumming. Once again, my sex-fogged brain forgot Laila needed to breathe as I injected several small but gratifying squirts from my cock into her throat for the second time in less than five minutes.
Dad was watching and saw me jerking my climax into Laila's throat. When I stopped, and I pulled back to let Laila gasp for air, and dad asked, "Did you just cum again, Ray?"
I nodded, and he slapped my back, proudly commenting, "You're welcome... I wasn't sure that part of our family's legacy got passed on to you," casually adding, "I need a drink; you want something?"
"Yeah, sure," I replied, taking a moment to process the fact that my father and I had just shared his wife, my two half-sisters, one of whom is his daughter, and his response was to express pride that I was able to cum more than once while fucking my sister's face as her mother ate her cunt.
-- Let me build a bridge --
So, that all happened this morning, and a lot more. The four of us fucked each other in every possible configuration and combination until dad got a call from a client just before noon. By the time dad's client interrupted our family fun, my cock felt bruised, and my balls like raisins, but the desire I had to use and abuse both Laila's and Roses' sex was undiminished.
Due to Laila's recent epiphany regarding why I enjoyed eating her pussy as often as I could, she was more than willing to sit at the edge of the pool and let me dine on her. Which allowed my abused penis and shriveled testicles to recover in the weightlessness of the warm pool.
Until Rose interrupted my mid-morning snack, appearing at the edge of the pool's steps, in parent mode. Stand over and behind her daughter, directing that we needed to finish our chores, then joking, "Before you two can continue to try and make a grandbaby or two for me to love."
I almost tempted Rose to change her mind about the chores, offering to do the same thing that I was doing to her daughter to her, but Rose's maternal maturity was stronger than I hoped.
Insisting I exit the pool, she stood steadfast as I knelt in front of the altar of pleasure, running my nose through the fuzzy blue-green arrow aimed at the still glossy slit between her thighs. Kissing Rose between her legs, flicking her clitoral hood with my tongue as she reminded her daughter me what we needed to do before we could play again.
My persistence and the tip of my tongue flicking her clitoral hood must have gotten to her; Rose's hand reached down and pushed my head away just before m lips started to suck on her clit and before my finger could penetrate her.
Her fingers entangled in my hair aimed my face up toward hers as she explained our new free use boundaries. Detailing when she would allow me free access to her sex (not now) and what dad might expect from Laila now that we had adopted our family's previously secret lifestyle.
Releasing my head, allowing me to stare at but not touch her sex, Rose looked at Laila then me, explaining to both of us what was and was not allowed and the safe word and gestures dad and Rose agreed to but had never needed to use.
Rose surrender to her desires, pulling my face to her groin, and I sucked on her inner lips and flicking her clit. While I lapped at her lower lips, Rose explained (from experience) how sharing our sex as a family would present some challenges, challenges she promised we'd all face and deal with together.
It was not a long conversation; it was less of a conversation than it was a mother laying down new rules for her daughter and stepson to follow (while I tenderly kissed and licked her frictionless pussy lips, making her cum at least once).
New rules that excluded very little while at home, as a family. Verbal authorization granting dad and me unlimited free use of Rose and Laila; balanced with a reciprocal free use agreement where dad and I granted Rose and Laila full access to us and our sex whenever they wanted.
After pulling my face tighter to her snatch, allowing my tongue to sweep from bottom to top several times before I suckled on her clit. Rose pushed me away from her groin, her hand quivering as she denied me the pleasure of pleasuring her again.
Pirouetting on one high-heeled foot, aiming her perfect ass at Laila and me when she departed, she once again suggested she was looking forward to a grandchild from our activities. Confirming she had not been joking when she mentioned her expectations so casually before.
I twisted around, dropping my feet in the water as I sat next to Laila, feeling Laila's pain through her depressed eyes as Rose walked away.
In my mind, I remembered what Laila told me three weeks ago, when we became secret lovers, "I can't have babies." Once again hearing the anguished sorrow in my sister's voice as she revealed, "I can never give you any children."
Laila twisted out of the pool, and we helped each other stand before sitting next to each other on one of the lounge chairs. Silently embracing each other after Rose entered the back of the house.
Laila twisted to face me, pressing our foreheads together, her nose touching mine as she confessed what I already suspected, "Mom doesn't' know... I never told her. We've been so... busy, and I haven't had a chance to tell you the whole truth behind what you already know... and now," Laila's eyes almost touching mine started to tear up as she professed, "I didn't know it was going to be that important to her... now I don't think I can ever tell her what happened."
"Laila," I replied, struggling to pull our twisted bodies into something similar to a hug, "I don't want to carry the burden of any more secrets... but I also promised to do anything for you. So," I exhaled, reshaping my self-made promises to mold to the needs of our relationship as I said, "I will keep your secret, for now. As long as you promise to talk to me about what happened... everything, and you promise that we will tell Rose, together, when the time is right."
Laila's eyes closed. She pressed her forehead harder to mine as she muttered, "I hate it when you're right... and I hate it more when you do more than say you love me."
Pulling away to a distance where we could focus on each other's eyes, Laila said, "When you love me like that... not with your penis inside me... just like you did... the way you demonstrate your love for me hurts sometimes... pulls and squeezes the inside of my chest."
Laila inhaled a staggered breath before she reminded me, "It's just like you said, my chest is exploding and imploding at the same time, and I want to unzip you, climb inside and wear you like you were overalls."
Muttering as she stood up, chastising me, "God, I hate it when you make me feel that way, and I love you more every time you do."
Laila stood in front of me, staring beyond my eyes for a moment, then looked down at my sleeping penis, then back up at my eyes as she promised, "All I am is yours. I will tell you everything... but only when you and I are alone, and you and I are making love... you know... like we did this morning."
Kneeling in front of me, almost as if she were about to propose marriage, she instead offered something I didn't expect, "I'm starting to get it... I am, Ray."
Laila's eyes focused on a spot between my eyes and the back of my skull, reaffirming, "Your kind of love is contagious, and I think I'm starting to feel what you feel. Sometimes I can clearly understand what you need from me, and other times... I'm so confused... and it makes it hard to breathe when I feel love the way you do."
Taking a sniffling breath before standing up, then professing, "It's scary inside your head, Ray. If this is what you feel, what you live with, loving me... I don't understand how you can take the pain... loving you hurts so much sometimes, and it's so wonderful and uplifting at the same time."
Laila's hand caressed the side of my face, and I leaned into it as she apologized, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry if I make you feel the way you just made me feel, and I will never stop letting you use my sex to comfort the pain I cause you. Giving you free access to my sex is the only way I know how to remind you of my love for you. To soothe or calm the fear you have of losing me... the fear you've infected me with... and... tell me how to get it fuck up out of my head," she swore angrily at the downside of loving someone.
"You're worth it," I affirmed, kissing the palm of her hand. Then looking up as I confirmed, "Loving you is worth any price, or pain, including sharing you with dad... or anyone else. Never stop loving me, and I will never stop doing the same for you."
"Fuck!" Laila barked, trying and failing to yank her hand away from my face.
I pulled her close, pressing my face to the bottom of one of her breasts as my hand explored her pubic hair, then lower, sliding around the slippery slit at the top of her legs.
I felt and heard Laila inhale a deep sigh. Then felt her caressing my hair and the back of my neck. She then surprised me, confirming she may have gotten into my head as she asked, "This is something you need from me, isn't it... you need to hold me like this sometimes, or feel me holding you like this, don't you? You feel good, Ray... you holding me like this... it's so comforting, so relaxing."
Laila breathed again before a new epiphany hit her, surprising herself when she verbalized, "Your mom used to hold you close like this... didn't she?"
I didn't confirm or deny her reasonable assumption. She wasn't wrong, except I had never seen or felt my mother's nakedness. Instead of responding, I continue to press my face to Laila's bare flesh as my fingers caressed her groin. I didn't penetrate her at first; my gentle fingers merely massaged, caressed, and teased her sex as I focused on my selfish desire to hide my face under the bottom of her bosom.
I wasn't trying to stimulate her, and she knew it. I think she finally understood that feeling her nakedness close to me and caressing her like I was, was something I needed from her now and then. Something new she had just learned about her lover's needs.
Laila sighed again, and her hands continued to caress my head maternally as I snuggled my face deeper into her comforting flesh.
Having appeased my need to feel my mother's love, flavored with Laila's naturally sexually arousing scent and sunscreen slicked flesh, Laila accepted it was her turn to be loved the way she wanted to be loved. Relaxing and allowing me to slide a finger inside her, me giving her what she wanted but didn't know she needed; something that made us a couple. Feeling a part of me inside her.
By holding her close, caressing her, pressing my face to the lower half of her breast, and penetrating her the way I did, I felt like I was my mother's son, and she felt her father's daughter. It also allowed me to reasserted my dominance over her sex, reminding her what she already knew. Our love was special, very special, and we shared that love in ways we both understood.
In my mind, what we were sharing at that moment equated to how some people spent all night having sex but never making love. There we were, sitting on a sun-chair, next to the pool, her making love to me in a way she never had before, while I satisfied her need for sex the way she needed. I know Laila better than she knows herself sometimes, and what I gave her was what she needed from me; sexual affection reinforcing her emotional love for me, her brother, and her forever lover.
When I felt her chest and stomach relax from the kind of positive reinforcement she didn't know she needed, I kissed the bottom side of her breast, then her nipple, while withdrawing my finger from her clinging vagina. Mentally thanking her for letting me share a previously hidden part of myself with her when I pulled her close and embraced her and my memories of my mother.
She looked down at me, hissing, "Fuuuucccckkkk." Reaffirming and expressing her love for me with a single confused and angered expression before muttering various forms and tonalities of the same curse word as she walked away.
If you've ever played with magnets and feel them invisibly tugging at each other when you try to separate them, that's what it felt like watching Laila walk away. Mentally fighting battles, I felt I had recently fought and won, hoping she'd let me help her win the war she was fighting with herself.
I felt my chest expand, then compress as I sighed, my mind not completely wrapping around what had happened over the past twenty-four hours or the previous three weeks.
Staring at the concrete and the sex stains our family fun had left behind, I thought back, retracing the path from my past to the present. Three weeks ago, Laila tried to trick me into becoming her lover and (as she just confirmed) shared a secret with me she had not shared with her mother, "and maybe no one else," I realized, standing up, walking around the pool.
Muttering to myself, "The same three weeks of hell since dad told me about our incestuous family legacy."
My mind returned to dad's office as I retrieved the equipment necessary to vacuum the pool from within the storage shed. Recalling his anxiety and stress, sitting in front of me in his cramped office, more nervous than I had ever seen him before as he blurted out, "Your mother is my first cousin. And Rose is your mother's daughter from another man... your mother's father... Rose is your half-sister and your mother's half-sister... and her daughter."
Looking up at me, his eyes tense and serious as he detailed, "Laila is your half-sister too... she is mine... my daughter... with Rose... which also makes her your niece... and your aunt... fuck it gets more complicated the more I think about it."
He was right, and as I carried the hose, retractable pole, and the underwater vacuum attachment toward the pool, I stopped and looked at the house, questioning reality for a moment.
Unable to see anyone inside, I looked down to confirm I was naked, which I accepted as adequate proof, for the moment, that everything that had happened this morning happened. The sprawled lounge chairs and still visible cum stains on the pool deck adding to my confidence that my world had changed overnight.
Kneeling at the edge of the pool, lowering the pole attached vacuum attachment and connected hose into the deep end, metaphorically reaching back in my memories to when everything began to change.
After learning my father's secrets and unable to share mine, every day seemed like another day in limbo, a detached and distant place where I felt isolated and alone. Living with the guilt of keeping secrets from my lover, guilt for taking advantage of my sister's brainwashing by a sex cult, my moral obligation to share Laila's traumatic story with her mother, and of course, keeping our secret sibling sex a secret from our parents.
Submerging the hose into the pool, filling it with water, allowed me a moment of personal reflection and undistracted insight. Feeling the water filling the hose, making it almost weightless, was when I realized that Rose, finally telling Laila about our family's incestuous legacy and lifestyle, had unchained a third of the burdens holding me captive in a hell I created.
Then, pulling the pool hose across the water led me from one past event to another. Kneeling to the skimmer, I relived Laila and I making love this morning in my room. Re-processing Laila's confession that she had told her mother everything (almost). Including that she and I were lovers. Filling the last part of the hose with water as I leaned over the edge, feeding the submerged end into the skimmer, I felt another third of the burdens I had been carrying sluff off. The chains holding me in the middle of a mental wasteland fell away as I attached the hose to the return at the bottom of the pool's skimmer.Shaking the water off my arm, I grabbed the aluminum pole, mentally cleaning out the crap in my head, as I watched the submerged vacuum remove the settled dirt and debris from the bottom of the pool.
It was an odd catharsis kind of moment, doing a chore I found boring and time-consuming while enjoying the comfortable sensation of being naked. Completely naked to the world and any neighbor that could be watching. Feeling the wind caressing my balls and penis as one of my English teacher's ghosts suggested my lack of clothing symbolically represented the mental walls left behind on my journey to enlightenment.
I felt lighter for a moment, at least in my heart and chest.
Enraptured by the shadowed ripples and whirlpools on the bottom of the pool, bouncing off each other or being absorbed into a single entity somehow led me to a similar turbulent and assimilating conversation in my head. A conversation I imagine Rose's had with her daughter. Telling Laila the same thing she told me the day before, "It's the way I was raised... sisters making love to their brothers and fathers loving their daughters and mothers making love to their sons... it's all so... natural to us... and it could be for you to... if you want."
"I want," I muttered at the disappearing grime under the swirling shadows on the bottom of the pool. The underwater wheeled vacuum attachment was dealing with an uncooperative sunken leaf until it collapsed and disappeared. Yet another metaphorical representation of the last of my burdens revisited and dispatched as my memories played back Laila's confessing her sins to me as we made love, doing her best to remove dirt of our past from both of our souls.
It took me a little longer than I thought necessary to get past her lies. Hoping I was a better person than one who clung to meaningless falsehoods. But, like the shadows on the bottom of the pool, Laila's lies exist as long as the sun's light made their presence known. Lover's lies that clung to the slow to forgive recesses of my brain. Lies about being raped and inducted into a sex cult as one of their slaves, justifying why she needed the kind of sexual affections she does. Not knowing at the time that her sexual hunger is genetic, a family legacy we all seemed to share.
Lies Laila told me that manifested from the same kind of fear that had not yet removed its talons from my soul; the fear of losing the one person I loved more than anyone I had ever known, including my mother.
Wrapping up my pool cleaning efforts, I validated and revalidated, to myself, "With all our secrets finally out in the open and the weights preventing me from moving forward for three weeks gone; I was free. Free to embrace a lifestyle of sisters making love to their brothers and fathers loving their daughters and mothers making love to their sons... and free to forgive Laila... and myself."
Hearing my inner voice verbalizing that statement (more than once) allowed me to accept Laila's desires and Rose's perspective as natural for my family and me. Pardoning the woman I loved also meant I had to grant absolution to myself, something I knew I could not do until Laila and I made love again.
When I turned off the pool filter to clean the leaf catcher, the battlefield in my mind also fell silent. The weapons of moral indignation disarmed, and the self-imposed gray and bleak landscape I had endured for what seemed like an eternity brightened under the bright light of insightful realization.
I started the morning seeing myself as 'King of Pain.' Laila's confessions and her naturally radiant love brought that shadow of myself into the light.
"I'm not the King of Pain," I muttered as I dumped the decaying flotsam and jetsom from the hidden filter inline with the pool's pump, and it seemed apt that another ballad by Sting led me out of my self-imposed hellscape.
The lyrics of Fortress Around Your Heart tingled my spine as I whispered them aloud to myself;
If I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
After checking the chemicals and re-storing the hose and vacuum attachment in the storage shed, I made my way back toward the house. During that impossibly long journey, I mentally build a bridge over the moat of moral conflicts keeping me from physically and mentally being with those I loved. Leaving the ethical entanglements, I use to carry around my neck aflame in my wake. Seeing my new self as an unchained version of Jacob Marley that never existed, or a multiversal tangent of Scrooge, who learned his lesson when he was still a young man, like me.
I saw a new me, a naked me, reflected in the glass door at the back of the house, a doorway to my new and welcomed future.
Then my brain, unable to accept happiness as a valid state of mind, stabbed at my contentedness. Tugging on the one string that I allowed to remain wrapped around my heart, whispering a still lingering dark doubt, "We have one more secret we promised to keep."
-- Football Food --
Despite that one lingering tingle deep in my subconscious, I entered the house rejuvenated, revitalized and eager to find out if Rose, Laila, or dad were going to scream, shout or yell at me when I entered the house naked. I followed my long hard swaying erection past the laundry room and into the living room.
There, I found dad watching a baseball game on the big screen in the family room, just as naked, and calmly and casually stroking his cock while sipping on a soda, and almost completely enthralled by the game.
As a test of the lifestyle, I found myself fully embracing; I plopped down next to dad on the same sofa I had fucked, fondled, and forced my sister to cum on three weeks ago.
"Pool's done," I commented, following dad's lead, stroking my cock as I watched the game next to him, "We're getting low on bromine, but the new vacuum worked well. It didn't get stuck on the bottom like the old one used to."
He simply replied, "Good," as I turned to look for my two sisters and supposedly free use lovers.
Have you ever seen something so beautiful it takes your breath away, or you feel like your heart forgot how to beat for a moment? I found two such objects of pure beauty just on the other side of the dining room. Laila and her mother Rose, both naked as they worked around the kitchen island.
I stood up, and dad said something at the TV but meant for me as I followed my eager and now leaking cock into the kitchen.
Rose was closest, standing at the dining room side of the island, working with Laila, putting together what we collectively referred to as 'football food,' even though baseball fans were generating the white-nose emanating from the living room TV.
Testing our family's new free-use boundaries and as a personal test of the destruction of my mental barriers. I reached down, lifted, and guided my eager and still sun-warmed penis to Rose's butt cheeks. She hardly responded to my sexual advancement; she didn't even interrupt her conversation with Laila as I bent my knees a little and fed my cock to her silky and slimy pussy.
"Did you want peanut butter or ranch with the celery?" Laila asked Rose, grinning as she watched her mother casually taking a half step sideways, opening her thighs a little, and arching her back slightly when I entered her from behind.
"Blue Cheese," Rose replied, "And see if we have any baby corn in the pantry," Rose added, just before her lungs lurched, filling with air when I filled her entire depth with my entire length in one long slow insertion.
Rose had the same cute-as-hell inhaling whimper as Laila when I casually penetrated her. Laila's pleasured yipe, and her nonchalant acceptance of my penial penetrations since we became lovers always made my cock pulsate a little thicker and encouraged me to used her sex whenever I felt like it.
Rose's similar reaction and response immediately confirmed I could do the same to Laila's mother anytime I wanted.
Sliding in and out of Rose as she cubed a block of cheese, wondering if she was extra gooey because I was fucking dad's sloppy seconds, I remembered what dad had said to me a few moments before, "Dad asked me to ask if we had any green olives."
"I'll get them," Laila replied for Rose. Rose pushed back and raised her butt, exposing a jeweled butt plug wedged deep between her cheeks. Her body shift allowed me easier access to her pussy, and extended the length of my thrusts. She rested her weight on her elbows, and my eyes admired the rounded curves of her side boobs when her breasts kissed the island.
When I felt Rose flexing her Kegels, intentionally massaging my penis, I knew she had stopped working on lunch to enjoy feeling me inside her. The squishing sounds from my penis in my father's wife's pussy made my cock throb when I pushed forward. The firmness of the butt plug massaging my cock was a familiar, and yet, a new sensation, having never experienced it with Rose before. Her twisting her head back to watch me fuck her from behind granted me the authorization I knew I had but wanted confirmation of anyway.
Laila, being playfully jealous, walked over to our side of the island, bumping Rose's hip, shoving her equally butt plugged ass outward like a young pup begging for attention as she passed her mother the jar of olives and a can of baby corn.
I extracted myself from Rose, who moaned her disappointment when I took a step sideways. I caressed then held Laila's hips, looking up to find my lover's reflection in the refrigerator as I inserted myself into her the same way I had just done to her mother. Laila's interrupted breath and whimper sounded just as cute and equally invigorating as Rose's sounded when I entered her.
Laila's reflected expression was far different from her mother's, mostly because neither of us had quite moved beyond our relationship's young love and lust stage, and I hoped we never did.
Laila's eyes sparkled differently for me than when dad penetrated her. The same for Rose and me. Instead of the gratified expression of loving lust I saw on Laila's face, Rose had a motherly, 'oh that feels good' expression when I penetrated her. As if Rose enjoyed what I was doing, shaded with a 'let mommy help your boo-boo feel better' glint in her eyes.
Dad entered the kitchen, looking down at Rose's juice dripping pussy, sticking his finger inside her without warning. He wiggled and twisted his finger inside his wife, and his thumb wiggled the jeweled end of Rose's butt plug while I stood next to him, casually fucking his daughter.
"Top of the second, three up and three down on twelve pitches in the first," dad announced before smelling, then sucking on his cunt coated finger. He then looked down and watched as he fed his cock to Rose's fully accessible pussy; a pussy my cock had warmed up and prepared for my father's casual and comfortable unannounced intrusion.
He was a little faster and more determined, probably rushing his humping of Rose during the commercial break. When dad slid inside Rose, her expression reminded me of Laila's contented smile reflected off the stainless steel refrigerator. The same kind of 'God, I fucking love you... don't stop until you cum inside me," submissive lust in her eyes I saw more often than not when I made love to Laila.
I think it was a subconscious thing when I found myself speeding up my penetration of Laila, matching dad's rhythm. Admiring both women's jiggling curves and slightly dangling breasts as father and son fucked mother and daughter against the kitchen island.
I reached around Laila's hip, walking my fingers through her triangular pubic hair until I found her clit. Based on what I had experienced that morning, the four of us fucking, dad and I sharing both Rose and Laila over and over again, I learned both women had super sensitive clits and nipples.
I wanted Laila to cum fast, so I went straight for her clit with one hand as two fingers from my other hand reached around, cupping her hanging breast, then pinched her trapped nipple. A few synchronized flicks, tweaks, squeezes, and thrusts had my loving sister puffing several times as I made her cum for me, bent over the edge of the island like a piece of sex meat submitting to my desires.
"That's one," I declared, then continuing to rock in and out of Laila. I then reminded my family, while I continued my casually public penetration of Laila, "I've got a paper due on Monday I need to finish, and finals are coming up fast."
I didn't stop; my hips continued sliding in and out of Laila's pussy, running on automatic pilot as I looked down at three moles that pointed to Laila's ass, asking, "Lover, are you willing to help me study like we usually do?"
Laila dropped to her elbows, squishing my hand, resting her breasts and arms on the counter. Fading goose pimples spotted Liala's butt and her arms as her climax wound down. Her shoulders quivered from a follow-on faux climax before she looked over her shoulder at me, her face glowing as she replied, "You just want me to suck your cock or fuck me while you write your essay."
"Yeah," I nodded, continuing to treat my cock to her willing cunt, "Don't you?"
"All day, and every day," she smiled back at me.
"Finish helping me make lunch for your father," Rose insisted before dad's hand disappeared around her waist, just before her breathing shuddered through a fast and intense climax of her own.
Rose panted twice, then she forced herself to sound parental, pushing back against dad's penetration as she said, "Laila, I know you have a paper due next week too, and if Ray has finals, you have finals too."
Rose rushed an inhale again, shivering from dad's continued efforts before she spoke again, "Take some snacks with you... but no fucking or sucking until you're both done... and don't swallow my grandkids... make Ray squirt where it counts."
"Mom!" Laila's shocked voice shouted.
My lover's hips rocking and rolling and dancing on my cock stopped.
Laila almost said something, then inhaled to stop herself, pushing back on my cock with what I knew was an expression of frustrated anger.
Laila then avoided shooting the elephant in the room, changing the subject, "That's when I do my best work... when Ray is fucking me... deep and slow... the only way I can not obsess on wanting to feel him inside me is when he's inside me."
"She's not lying," I interjected before Rose could respond, turning to look at dad, watching his cock move in and out of Rose as I said, "Remember the phone call Laila got from her professor a few weeks ago? The one that wanted to keep and share Laila's ethnics report with his other classes?"
Dad and Rose both nodded, but it was hard to tell if dad was listening and if Rose was acknowledging or if her head was rocking on her neck from dad's non-stop thrusts into her.
"Laila wrote it while I was doing to her what I'm doing now," I explained, looking down, watching my cock moving in and out of Laila. I could feel my face smirking a satisfied smile as I admired her cunt stretching outward, trying to pull my cock back inside her. Savoring the fact I was fucking my sister next to our parents in the kitchen while having a normal-sounding family discussion... about a brother and sister fucking each other while studying for college.
"My grades have shot up since Ray and I started having sex while doing our homework," Laila pleaded. "Did you see the grade he got on his group speech project?" she added, defending my honor, "And did you know his economics professor asked him to consider tutoring next semester... as in giving, not getting."
Rose inhaled a deep breath autonomically when dad found a rhythm she liked; then, her entire body shivered as she quietly puffed her climax. Rose surrendering to dad's distracting efforts, lowering her head to the countertop while her body quivered and trembled through an extended climax.
"That's three," dad declared stoically before withdrawing, leaving Rose breathing fast and deep as he turned back toward the living room.
Turning to look at me as before he departed, "Your mother was good with numbers too. Keep it up."
Dad then slapped Rose's ass, playfully, his parting words following him out of the kitchen, "I'm ready when you are."
"Hey," Laila challenged Rose, "When did you get ahead of us?"
While you were stripping the sheets," Rose puffed at the countertop. Pushing herself up, un-squishing her breasts as she added, "and while Ray was cleaning the pool."
Inhaling a deeply satisfying breath before popping open the jar of olives, Rose reminded Laila, "It was your idea," Rose smirking as she teased, "It's not my fault if you two can't keep up."
Surprising both Laila and I as she turned, to us, waving a fork to emphasize her point, "And, don't change the subject. We're paying for your education, and I expect you two to respect that."
"We do," I said, looking down again, fascinated by my cock stretching and compressing Laila's labia, smirking to myself as I processed the irony of fucking my sister while her mother scolded us.
"Mom," Laila sighed, her hand reached out to grasp her mother's. I saw her fingers tighten around Rose's hand as I pushed and held my cock deep inside her, digging my fingers into her hips.
After a brief glowing smile of contentment aimed at Rose, Laila asked, "Can you feel dad's stuff inside you after you've made love? I can. I can feel Ray's love inside me like it's coating my insides, or sometimes it feels like a string of small kisses tickling me inside... my stomach feels all gooey like my pussy does when I can feel his cum inside me."
Rose looked at me, then watched my hips squishing Laila's ass as Laila continued, "I've been making Ray cum inside me before I go so I can feel his stuff inside me or leaking out of me, soaking into a pad, kissing my lips when I'm in class. Feeling Ray's love inside me helps me focus... comforts me when he's not there."
"I don't think I ever felt that until your father came back into my life," Rose nodded her glossy-eyed confession at her daughter. Looking up at me for a moment, then admiring Laila's pleading contentedness before freeing her hand and squeezing Laila's under hers. After a brief moment of unspoken understanding, Rose turned her attention back to extracting the green olives from the jar.
Rose inhaled deeply, reluctantly agreeing, "I will admit, from what you've shown me and told me, your grades have improved... both of yours... quite a bit since you two have been... taking care of each other's needs."
Pausing to decide what she wanted to say for a moment, Rose topped off the small bowl of olives, then sealing the lid to the jar as she acknowledged, "If you two having sex is your secret to success, then do what you need to. Keep your grades up and pass all your classes, and I won't have anything to complain about."
Rose then turned to smile at me, moving closer, caressing the side of my face as she cooed, "You just make sure to put a grandbaby in my little girl after you two graduate."
Rose kissed me; not a quick tender peck, she pulled my head to hers, opened her mouth, and assaulted my tongue with hers.
Deeply sighing while looking into my eyes afterward. Rose then turned to caress Laila's head as she teased, "And you young lady, make sure you don't wear my brother out to the point I can't enjoy him when you're with your father."
Rose invasively pulled Liala's butt cheek open to watch my cock moving in and out of her daughter's cunt just below the jeweled crown of the butt plug in Laila's ass.
Rose's head suddenly jerked up and back, staring at me; a sparkle of insight flashed behind Rose's blue irises before she suggested, "Why don't you two study in the dining room. That way, if you need our help... your father and I are close by..., and I'll make sure your father doesn't let the TV get too loud... but I can't say the same for your father when he yells at the game."I looked at Laila's refrigerator reflection, nodding my agreement, as did she, both of us smirking as we remembered our first study-fuck session at the very same table. Then dad's voice boomed from the family room, "Triple-play... FUCK! That was awesome!... Rose... you've got to come to see this replay."
Rose's hand on my face pinched my earlobe as she authorized, "You two finish what you're doing, then bring out the food. And do your homework in the dining room... I want to help if I can," she added, caressing my chest.
Rose's eyes were smirking a familiar hunger for something other than food as she directed at me, "I owe your father a little something during the next commercial break. And maybe through the next inning if he's up for it; then I want to help you two study."
Rose departed, and I returned my attention to my lover, once again reaching around Laila's thigh, finding her slippery cunt, and flicking her clit until she came for me again before she could say anything.
"Ray," she muttered during her post-climax recovery. Her voice whispering puffs in sync with my speeding up penetrations, "What am I going to do?" quietly panting her plea for help.
"You're going to let me cum inside you... often," I growled, the need to squirt inside Laila starting to take precedent as my cock pushed deeper, moving in and out of her faster, getting ready to squirt.
My hand moved back from her groin, my fingers digging into her hips as I fucked Laila hard and fast, pulling and pushing her hips just as intensely as my hips pushed and shoved into her. Needing to, and forcing myself to cum inside my sister; grunting loudly, loud enough I know dad and Rose could hear me squirting my seed into Laila as I squished her against the kitchen island's edge.
My climax was intense and incredibly satisfying. I savored and embraced the freedom to non-secretly cum inside my sister. Loudly and proudly, knowing Rose and dad were watching from the living room. My testicles fully recovered after taking a break to clean the pool, squirted over and over again, injecting Laila with the second or third largest load my cock released since squirting inside Rose as dad and I DP'd her earlier that morning while Laila kissed me.
I caressed Laila's back as I recovered, holding my cock inside her as I whispered to my lover, "Rose is not going to stop until she gets what she wants, or we tell her it's not going to happen... but you heard her, she's willing to wait until after we graduate."
Laila nodded silently, and I could feel her vagina squeezing my cock, secretly hugging me after I provided her a temporary out, a way to defer revealing the secret I agreed to keep for her.
I slowly extracted myself from Laila, exerting control over her sex as I directed, "Don't touch yourself; don't even think about cleaning yourself up or out. I want dad and Rose to see my cum streaming down the inside of your thighs... and I want to see it too."
Looking down to admire the white and clear goo on the edges of her pussy lips, just below her jeweled butt plug, I added, "After we take the food out to them, and you make sure they see my cum leaking out of you, then you can clean up."
Laila turned around, her hand moving up to my face so fast it looked like it was about to slap me, but she caressed my cheek instead. Laila's eyes radiated love as she stared at me; then dropped her knees, legs closed, to sucked my cock clean.
After she sucked off all our mutually produced leftovers or when she had satisfied her craving to feel my cock in her mouth, Laila stood up again. Squeezing her legs together, doing her best to keep my stuff inside her, "Where it belonged," repeating between my ears before she told me, "Ray, I think I'm starting to enjoy the pain I have in my heart when you love me the way you do."
-- Seventh Inning Stretch --
Ninety minutes or so later, I found myself sitting next to my naked sister at the dining room table as we both worked on the last of our semester projects. There was a tinge of third-person Deja Vu as I glanced over to see dad rocking his hips against his daughter from behind, just like I had done to her during our study sessions.
He and Rose had joined us during the game's seventh-inning stretch, volunteering to help us study the way we had found we studied best. Dad occasionally glanced away from watching the game to move his penetration from Laila's ass to her cunt, or vice-versa. Slowly fucking his daughter as if it was something he had been doing in front of his son and wife most of our lives. Occasionally he would unexpectedly thrust hard into his daughter during an exciting play or slow down to look down and watch his cock stretching and pulling at Laila's orifices during a commercial break.
Laila's responding soft inhaled gasps whenever dad pulled out completely, then pushed back into her, always seemed to excise a pulsation of pre-cum out of my penis and into Rose's mouth.
Dad's wife, my half-sister, couldn't enjoy the view of dad keeping Laila's attention on her work at the moment; she was on her knees (with couch pillows under her knees) under the dining room table, gently stroking and suckling on my cock. Not rushing or performing any oral acrobatics; simply enjoying my ridged member in her hand and beyond her lips.
At first, she tried to get me off, but I explained to Rose that it was far less distracting and allowed me to focus on my writing if she slowed down and just kept my penis preoccupied while I worked. I looked down to check on her, and she seemed comfortable suckling on my penis while she quietly vibed her cunt and pussy under the table.
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