Abyss
A man learns who truly loves him after betrayal.
A/N - Hello all. Fair warning. There is a heavy dose of 'Loving Wives' content in this story though it does belong in this category. I just love a bit of drama, knocking people down and building them up again.

Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, mistakes, and bad grammar at times.

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A man learns who truly loves him after betrayal.

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I wouldn't call myself the black sheep of the family. I wasn't a disappointment when it came to my performance at school, where I always achieved high grades. I earned plenty of awards playing sport when growing up, and had graduated from university with honours, earning myself the chance at establishing a great career as soon as I left to join the workforce. I'd dated around a bit during high school but met my current wife during my second year at university.

We married barely six months after graduating, but given we were not making great money yet, we were still renting but we were in love and knew things would come together in the end.

My father was disappointed when I told him I would not join the family business. I didn't really see the point. My oldest sister would never have been chosen considering she was a woman, and our father was an old-school misogynist, hearing more than once that his first-born son would inherit the business, and my other brother would end up in a position of authority at the same time. My sister stuck up a figurative two-finger salute in his direction and chose to become a teacher instead.

Aside from my wife, there were two women I adored more than anything in my life. My mother and my oldest sister. My mother did her best to support me, but she was often busy helping the family business on a part-time basis, taking care of community events she found herself devoted to, and that left me to be raised by either siblings, grandparents or other relatives for most of my life.

I knew I was pretty much an 'oops' baby considering my oldest sister was over a decade older than me. Then I had two older brothers, neither having shown any real interest in establishing a relationship with me, before there was my other sister, who saw me as her servant more than anything else while I was growing up. My father had a couple of younger sisters that I saw from time to time, usually only when they were pulled into babysitting duties. Mum was an only child, so she made sure I had a good relationship with her parents.

My father never approved of my choice of career, as I knew he would have preferred me under his thumb to control me, but he did approve of my wife. I didn't miss the way my brothers leered at her whenever we visited my parents when they hosted a lunch or dinner, but considering George was married, and James was too busy playing the field, I knew they were more than likely just jealous that I was living with relative freedom before we started a family of our own.

"Hey, baby!" Mum cried out when dropping by on a Wednesday evening. To Mum, I would always be 'baby'. Her little boy. I was a surprise but a welcome one, at least to her. I'd always been left thinking my father was a little annoyed that a fifth kid came along.

Katie was already there with a glass of wine in hand. Her blue eyes always lit up when her little brother arrived, rising from the armchair so I could wrap my arms around her. "Hey, Mark," she breathed in that way she sometimes did. My sister wasn't blind to my affection for her. She was my first major crush. Sister or not, she was a beautiful woman and I loved her completely.

"Hey, Katie," I replied, kissing her cheek, "Staying out of trouble?"

That made her snort as she leaned back, a soft hand caressing my cheek. "The only person that will get me into trouble one day is you." Taking my hand, she led me towards the empty couch, Mum appeared through the doorway with a bottle of beer. Handing it to me, she bent down to kiss my cheek, ruffling my hair as she always did, before taking a seat on the armchair.

"Where's everyone else?" I wondered.

"Still at work. They might be home in time for dinner," Mum replied, "Where's Belinda?"

"Doing a little overtime. We're still saving like crazy in the hope we might be able to afford a house one day."

"How are you finding your job?" Katie asked.

"Long hours sometimes but it's rewarding," I replied.

"No chance of working for your father?" Mum wondered. I gave her a look that made her smile. "I don't blame you for not wanting to report to your brothers."

Mum knew my relationship with them was polite at best. I had no real time for them as much as they had no time for me. We saw each other for the occasional night with our parents, but we did not socialise. I knew they were thick as thieves, and our other sister, Natalie, was usually involved in one way or another with them. Once I was out of home, I was a little closer to Natalie, nothing like I was to Katie, but I liked to think we had a more regular sibling relationship.

Belinda was the first to arrive for dinner, greeting my mother and sister before sitting next to me, a soft kiss on my cheek. Dad, my two brothers and Natalie practically arrived home together. No real surprise as my three other siblings all worked for the family business. It had been established by my great-grandfather and my paternal grandfather still ran it, even though he was now past retirement age.

Gathering around the table, I wasn't surprised that Dad showed little interest in me and my career. Then again, I was used to his attitude as it had always been my mother and Katie who had been my main support growing up. It was Mum or Katie who would drive me to school, would offer to help with homework, and would stand on the side of the field and cheer when I played sport on a weekend.

George, my oldest brother, and James, my other older brother, showed next to no interest in me either. Natalie, sitting opposite me, did smile and asked a couple of questions. Katie sat next to me as always, no sign of her husband, Richard. When I asked about his whereabouts, she looked a little sad. "Didn't want to come," she said, "He's gone out for a beer with friends instead."

Once dinner was finished, I helped Mum clean up, Katie pitching in to help. Belinda hovered nearby, nursing a glass of wine. Just the one as she'd need to drive home. She left before me, noticing the eyes of my father and two brothers watching her as escorted her outside. With a kiss on the cheek, she slid behind the wheel of her car and drove off.

"Still wonder what she sees in you," George taunted as I walked inside, "Needs to find herself a real man."

Stopping to glare at him, I was hoping he'd stand up and go nose-to-nose. I might have been the youngest, but I almost wondered if I was an affair baby as I was taller and broader than my father and brothers. I'd never insinuated that in front of my mother but had hinted at it more than once to my father. George was just past thirty but looked older. I'm not sure how hard he worked, but the swelling beer belly suggested he enjoyed a particular past time. Frankly, he was a slob, and he only had a job due to it being guaranteed by our father. His wife had the patience of a saint considering his attitude.

"No idea what any woman would see in you," I retorted, "I mean, you looked in a mirror lately? Better yet, when you look down, can you even see it anymore? I guess your wife has to get out a mirror to help you find it, right?"

He stood up and I smirked, enjoying the fact I'd landed a blow. Stepping towards me, I glanced at James and Dad, who both remained seated. "You going to ask him to back off, or does he finally get another shot at the title I currently own?"

Dad sighed as he knew I'd wipe the floor with his oldest. George had never taken care of himself, and while I don't think Dad gave a shit, as long as they worked for the business, I knew Mum was disappointed in both her older sons. James did look after himself as he spent any free time not working trying to sleep with any woman possible, and I was more than aware that he didn't care if they were married, engaged or single. I'd rarely had problems growing up considering the age gap, but now that we were adults, they thought I'd be fair game and back down.

They'd long learned that I gave as good as I got. The first time I'd put George on his arse had left nearly everyone shocked. Mum had to hide her smile, Katie called George an idiot, while even Natalie seemed impressed by her younger brother. James had wisely backed off, sticking to trying to undermine me in other ways. It took George three more times, each time ending up on his back with blood pouring from his nose or mouth before he stopped being physical with me.

"Sit down, George," Dad finally stated, "I don't know why you keep trying to rile him up." He then looked at me. "You're not going to swing, are you?"

"No, Dad. I just came over for dinner and see the family. Considering Belinda has gone home, I was just going to make the rounds, say goodbye..."

Mum always wanted a hug before I left, feeling her body mould into mine as I knew she appreciated the work I put in to keep myself fit. I joked more than once that she had a little crush on her youngest but having seen me without a shirt more than once, I'd seen her lingering gaze, earning giggles when I'd flex a muscle. Katie always hugged me last, following me out to my car. Holding her body against mine, she sighed contentedly as I stroked her back.

"Anything wrong?" I wondered, "You were quiet tonight."

"I'm not happy, Mark," she admitted immediately, "Richard is never there for me, both in a physical and emotional sense. And I want to start a family, but he's just not interested. I'm not getting any younger..."

"Are you trying?"

The snort of derision made me chuckle. "You need to be having sex to have children."

"On a dry spell?"

She remained silent before I heard her sniffle. "I am. But I don't think he is. I don't have any proof, it's just a bad feeling that he's doing something behind my back."

"Have you spoken to anyone else?"

"Just Mum. If I told anyone else in our family, he'd hear about it. You know they cannot keep a secret, and our two brothers are far too friendly with him as it is."

Holding her just a little tighter, I could almost sense her smiling as her hands ended up on my upper back. "Can I be honest?"

"Of course, Mark."

"I think you're too good for him. Then again, I think my older sister is too good for most men."

Leaning up to kiss my cheek, I met her blue eyes and saw the sadness. Caressing her cheek, she managed a thin smile before she kissed me again. "You'd better get home to your young wife," she told me, "But thank you for the hug."

"You can always drop by if you just need a hug."

"What would Belinda say? I think she's a little jealous of how close we are."

"She is," I admitted, "Thinks it's weird that the oldest and youngest would be as close as we are. But she does genuinely like you too."

"I know but I still worry. Would never want to cause my little brother any problems."

Arriving home a little later, Belinda was already getting ready for bed. After a quick shower, I joined her and wasn't really surprised that she showed little interest in being intimate. I'd long known that our sex life when married wasn't going to be spectacular. We averaged maybe three times a week, and she wasn't particularly adventurous. Blowjobs had never been something she enjoyed though she did like me going down on her. Sex was usually just missionary or cowgirl. No chance of anal or anything like that.

Still, when she did move over to cuddle into me, whispering that she loved me, I could put aside any minor niggles in our marriage. She was always affectionate, wanting a kiss and cuddle on the hour whenever we were home together. She wanted to hear the words that I loved her as much as she'd tell me all the time.

Waking for work in the morning, one thing she didn't mind was surprising her in the shower. It didn't always lead to sex, but she loved it when I'd run my hands over her body, finding me washing her hair an incredibly intimate moment, while she loved running her fingers over my body. I wasn't an uber-jacked, six-pack muscled hunk, but I did have definition as I exercised and ate properly. I looked at my father and George, promising to never let myself go like they did.

She was eager to make love when we headed to bed that night. I revelled in her scent whenever I went down on her. Belinda loved it when I took my time to get her off, and when she was ready, I loved hearing her moan when I slid my cock deep inside her. She might not have been adventurous, but she was loud, and I loved making her beg me to fuck her harder, and when she got me off, she'd push me onto my back and mount my cock, watching her breasts swaying as she rode me harder and faster until she enjoyed more than one orgasm of her own.

"Any plans this weekend?" she asked as we cuddled on Friday night. We always made love to end the week, would usually fool around on a Saturday, and then there'd usually be one night during the week. Sunday? If we fooled around Friday or Saturday, she'd usually beg off, making me blush when whispering that I'd left her feeling rather tender.

"Not many. Maybe a little yard work tomorrow. Ryan and Chris were asking if I wanted to go for a round of golf on Sunday. I said I'd ask you first."

She playfully slapped my shoulder. "You don't need permission to go play golf with your friends, Mark."

"I know that. I just never agree because I know you might have an idea of something to do together."

"My husband took me out for a date tonight. He fed me and fucked me. If he does that tomorrow night, definitely going to be hobbling around on Sunday. So you definitely deserve a game of golf on Sunday."

Saturday was spent in the yard, cutting the lawn, looking after the flowers that Belinda loved to look at when relaxing outside, and though we had plans to get a pool when we finally got our own place, they were rather expensive. At least our current landlord allowed us to make minor cosmetic changes, as long as he agreed, and we paid for it.

She was smiling Sunday morning as she'd been eager to make love again the previous night. I probably looked a little smug as we sat at the table, digging into breakfast, Belinda holding her mug near her mouth, knowing why she was smiling. "I'm sending you to play golf to give my pussy a rest," she stated, "Though maybe I'll have to get used to it once we started trying for children." Meeting her eyes, she took my hand in hers. "I'd like to at least discuss the idea."

"Of course. I just thought you were focusing on your career."

"I'm not saying this week or this month. But I'd like to start trying in a couple of years. I definitely want to have had a couple of kids while we're still in our twenties."

"I'll be ready whenever you are, Belinda."

"I know, Mark, but there's nothing stopping us from getting some practice between now and then." She squeezed my hand again. "Something to think about for the time being, at least."

It put a smile on my face as I drove away from the house a little later, and that settled my mind about buying our own place sooner rather than later. My good mood remained even though my golf game was shit. It usually was. I played as it was good exercise and my two best friends enjoyed swinging a club a few times before we adjourned to the nineteenth hole for a beer or two.

Though our family appeared close, I wasn't in constant communication with anyone except my mother and Katie. With the latter, we'd talk nearly every day, even if it was only a brief chat, but would message each other constantly. Usually, just random thoughts, pictures and things that would make us laugh. I talked to my mother every couple of days, usually just to check in, and make sure she was okay. The only other family member I could say I was close to was Natalie.

I only ever heard from my father and brothers if I saw them at a family event. Katie and I would visit home at least once a week for dinner. Partners were always welcome. Belinda would usually join me, but I hadn't seen Katie's husband in weeks. When I sat and thought about it, I hadn't seen George's wife in ages. James was never with a woman long enough for anyone in the family to establish a relationship. Natalie was single and enjoying life...

I was thankful that my degree earned at university meant I didn't have to follow my brothers into the family business. Don't get me wrong, I respected what my great-grandfather had started and what my grandfather had since built. But I had little hope that either brother would prove to be as good at the job as my grandfather or even my father. The idea of having to tolerate either of them as my boss had led to me doing something different.

At least it meant I enjoyed my job, so heading into work every day wasn't an annoyance. Most of my colleagues were good people, I enjoyed the work, and I was rewarded well for it. The days were occasionally long if something went completely pear-shaped, but most of the time, I was at home at a reasonable time. Belinda had more stable hours so was usually home before me. Though we shared most of the chores, she was happy to do most of the cooking. Once we'd eaten, I'd do all the cleaning up.

Being a happily married young man, I didn't see what was looming on the horizon. What hurt even more is that I wasn't the only one who would be affected.

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The first sign that things were changing was when I arrived home from work of an evening a few months later. Pulling into the driveway, I recognised the car parked on the street. Katie got out of her car and ran towards me. By the time she crashed into my body, she was on the verge of falling apart. Holding her in one arm, I led her inside the house and sat her down on the couch, cuddling her tightly as I'd never seen her so upset.

There was no point asking many questions as there were very few reasons a woman would be crying like she was. She was heartbroken and I had a bad feeling I knew why. "Need a drink to calm down?" I finally asked after a few minutes.

"Yes please," she said ever so quietly.

We always kept wine in the house, pouring her a glass and grabbing myself a bottle of beer. Finding her curled up on the couch, she looked up and her blue eyes still captivated me despite the wet cheeks. I hated seeing my sister so upset, sitting down and immediately cuddling her again.

"Where's Belinda?"

"Working late. She's been putting in a lot of overtime in recent weeks. We're hoping to have enough for a deposit in another year or two. Sacrifice now so we're comfortable in the future."

"Mark... Do you ever suspect her?"

"Of what?"

"Being unfaithful."

I was honest and replied I'd never suspected anything because I trusted my wife. But I also understood the question as I had a good idea what had my sister so upset. "I've had no reason to suspect her. I know she's doing overtime because she's paid more each week when she does it." Katie placed the glass down and cuddled into me tighter. "I'm guessing your own suspicions have been proven correct?"

"Yes," she whispered, "Richard is cheating on me."

"How did you find out?"

"I saw him with others. But what I've found is going to blow up so many things, Mark. And I don't have any evidence. I have what I saw with my own eyes, but no photos or videos. And I know plenty of people won't believe me, deny it ever happened, or just call me crazy."
"I'll believe you, Katie. You've never lied to me."

Lifting her eyes to meet mine, I caressed her cheek, smiling as the smile came on her face, the way her eyes closed before opening to look at me again... Even though I was a happily married man, I still had that crush on my sister. But it was what she was to me that meant nothing would ever come of it, but also a reason we were so close, as I knew out of everyone, I believed she loved me the most.

"Can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course. You know you're always welcome here. Bring anything with you?"

"Bag is on the back seat. I drove home, packed what I thought I needed, then drove straight here."

"Little brother to the rescue?"

"I need space and time to think. My marriage is over, but there are a lot of things to sort out. I can only be thankful there are no kids involved."

Grabbing her bag from her car, I placed that in the spare bedroom before I asked if she wanted something to eat. I didn't particularly want to cook so ordered in a couple of pizzas. Belinda hadn't given me a time she'd arrive home so I just shot her a message, letting her know I'd ordered in some pizza, at least turning on the oven so I could keep hers warm.

Katie calmed down as we ate, pouring her another glass of wine, and we focused on good memories and not the elephant in the room. I had plenty of questions about what exactly she'd discovered. I let her know I'd believe her, but she was almost insistent about having evidence. Not that it would affect any divorce, Australia being no-fault, and adultery wouldn't particularly impact a judgement, but more to prove the divorce wasn't her fault.

Katie disappeared to have a shower. That was when Belinda walked in the door. Cleaning up the living room, she greeted me with a kiss on the cheek before I grabbed her pizza from the oven. Sitting at the counter, she heard the shower running.

"Have you been naughty and invited your lover around while I was hard at work, honey?"

Chuckling at the joke, it was also a sign of her trust in me. "Katie was waiting for me when I arrived home."

"What's wrong?"

"Not entirely sure but it seems Richard is being unfaithful."

Belinda gave me a strange look I couldn't interpret, but I was left thinking that what Katie thought was true. Not everyone would believe her until evidence was presented, and although my wife and sister were friendly enough, they had never been close. "Said much about it otherwise?" Belinda asked before taking a bite of a pizza slice.

"Not yet. I know I haven't asked, but I've told her that she can stay here tonight and..."

Belinda smiled at me. "She's your sister and needs her little brother tonight. It's okay if she needs somewhere to stay, Mark."

That earned a soft kiss on her cheek. "Thank you," I said softly.

Katie appeared a few minutes later, looking fresh-faced and having calmed down. Belinda greeted her with a quick hug, assuring Katie that she could stay for as long as she needed. I think Katie was surprised, and I saw a strange look pass over her face. When she glanced in my direction, she managed a sweet smile.

Heading to bed a little later, Belinda cuddled into me, but she showed no interest in wanting to fool around. Considering my sister was only down the hall, I didn't particularly blame her. Living alone meant Belinda could make as much noise as she wanted whenever we did make love.

Katie ended up staying for a few nights. Richard might have been doing her dirty, but he was ringing her straight away when he noticed she wasn't home. Arriving home to find Katie already waiting for me the next evening, she passed me her smartphone to show Richard had been ringing at least once an hour. "When he calls again, please answer it for me. Just tell him I'm taking time for myself, and I will return home soon."

That's exactly what I did, and I reckon Richard had it figured out rather quickly what was likely happening. All he did was ask to speak to her when she was ready. Katie expressed the view that she would return home soon, but they were going to have plenty of conversations going forward. While this was going on, I could see Belinda watching on with interest. She knew how much I cared for Katie, and even though I was the youngest, I would do whatever was necessary to look after her.

Katie stayed with us until the Sunday. Following her to the house she called home with her husband, Richard. He was waiting for her arrival, but when he saw me in my car behind hers, I noticed his face paling slightly. I'd never particularly liked him, always thinking there was something to his character that I could never trust. My suspicions were proven correct, but either Katie was willing to work on their marriage, or she was simply returning home so keeping the house in her name would be easier.

I have no idea what the pair talked about after I left, Katie messaged me the next morning, thanking me for caring, giving her a place to stay, but most importantly, that she loved me and would need my support again in the future.

Things went quiet for a couple of months after that. I would visit home at least once a week. Not always for dinner. Sometimes I just wanted a catch-up and a coffee with my mother. I'd long known my father didn't give a shit, and my brothers didn't live at home, but it was always surprising when Natalie wanted to spend time with me. Even bigger surprise when she would want a long hug. Then again, I think she did that because I was a physical specimen compared to her other brothers and father.

Whenever I did meet up with Katie, she seemed happy enough though we never seemed to discuss her marriage or what was happening with her husband. She did show an interest in mine, not that I could tell her much as nothing really changed. As for Mum, she was almost semi-retired already, spending more time focusing on her interests outside of the family business, and was far too bored being a stay-at-home housewife, particularly as all the children were now adults and out of the home. I was surprised they hadn't started thinking about downsizing as they had no need for a four-bedroom house any longer.

It was a Thursday near lunchtime when my life would change. It was a quiet day at work though I was still busy enough that no-one would poke their head through the door and ask if I was busy and if they could help with something. My smartphone was kept on silent to vibrate when in the office though left in a position that I could see if it was ringing. Hearing it vibrating, I always smiled when a photo of Katie appeared.

"Hey, Katie."

"Hello, Mark. I know you're at work but are you busy?"

"Nothing I can't put off. What's going on?"

"Can you meet me right now?"

"Sure. Where?"

"Down the street from home."

'Home' still meant our parents' house. "Sure. I'll look for your car. Can I ask what this is about?"

"Not yet. You'll need to see this for your own eyes. Have your smartphone ready when we approach the house. I've got evidence from my house that I've built up, but... I need you there with me today, Mark."

"Katie... I love you." I don't know why, but it just seemed the right thing to say in the moment.

"I love you too, Mark. I'll see you soon."

A quick word with my boss had me able to take the rest of the afternoon off, quickly packing up my things and heading downstairs to the underground car park. I did wonder what I was going to find as I drove home from the CBD, eventually heading west on the motorway. Pulling off at the usual exit, I made my way through suburban streets before I pulled up behind Katie's car.

Getting out of hers, she greeted me with the usual hug though when she gazed up at me, there was no smile for me this time. "I'm sorry to do this, Mark..."

I felt my heart drop as I had a feeling it wasn't just about Katie this time. Taking my hand, I had to ask, "I'm guessing it's not just your husband?"

"It isn't."

If we were heading home, I could only take a guess at who might be involved. My father? Brothers? Sister? "Mum?" I asked.

"No. She's not at home. I called her to make sure. I think she's as clueless as the rest of us, Mark. This is going to destroy her." She came to a stop to take a couple of deep breaths. "I'm not sure I can do this. I love you too much to..."

"We'll still have each other, Katie."

Squeezing my hand, we walked towards the door of what was once the house we called home. Opening it up, she put a finger to her lips as we entered the living room. There was no sign of anyone, but we could hear the noises coming from the master bedroom, a place I knew my parents would still sleep together.

And I knew enough to know it was the sounds of people having sex. And if I guessed correctly, there were more than just two people.

The door was wide open as we stood side by side, far back enough that we wouldn't be noted. I felt my heart shatter as I took note of who was involved and what was happening. My supposed loving wife was being taken in all three holes by my two brothers and another man I didn't recognise. Natalie was being fucked by our father and Richard, her mouth empty so she was making plenty of noise. My two aunts, my father's sisters, were sitting back, watching with interest, and one of them suggested they were ready to be fucked next.

I could barely raise my phone to start taking photos. Katie was watching it with a blank face, but her phone was up to record video.

To my amazement, we must have been standing there for five minutes and they had no idea we were watching. Katie eventually took my hand and led me back towards the front door. I have no idea how I ended up back at my car. "They've done it at my house," she told me, "I'm not sure Belinda has ever had them at your place. I suspect that when she's doing overtime..."

Leaning against the front of my car, I took a few deep breaths as I wanted to be sick. The other part of me wanted to return to the house with something in my hands and start swinging. "What about Mum?" I asked, and that's what upset me most, "I've always thought Natalie... You know..."

"I can tell you about some of the videos. Let's go somewhere and get a drink."

We ended up sitting at a pub near my house. Sitting in a booth, she sat next to me, taking my hand and cuddling against me. "How much video?"

"They don't get together like that all the time. But I've been snooping on Richard's phone. They stopped everything for barely a week after I found him fucking Natalie."

"Jesus, our own sister?"

"I've never really trusted her, Mark. And now you know why."

"And Belinda?"

"I'll be brutally honest, Mark. You don't know her anywhere near as well as you think you do. I have her on tape admitting to an extensive sexual history of which I have no doubt you're not aware. She's pretty much admitted on tape that she was a slut but doesn't want you to know about it. She genuinely loves you, wants your respect, and she knew if you knew her past, you would have never dated let alone married her. Thing is, when she's being fucked like that, she won't tolerate them being rude about you. She wants to be treated like a slut by them, but she loves that you treat her with love and respect."

"I'm guessing George and James..."

"Oh, that's just pure spite on their behalf. But it's Dad... He pretty much hates you, Mark. He doesn't think you're his son, and he wanted Mum to have an abortion. He's basically said it would have been better if you didn't exist. The only plus side was the fact he gets to fuck your wife behind your back. Again, it comes back to the overtime she does. She's usually hooking up with one or two of them."

"And Richard?"

"He wants to leave me for Natalie. She just laughed at him, stating all she wanted was to be fucked. As for our father fucking her and your wife, it's obvious that he doesn't have a sex life with Mum any longer. From what I gathered, she's pretty much cut him off as she knows he's cheating on her, she just lacks any concrete evidence."

"Who else is he doing it with?"

"Pretty much any young woman who works for the business is required to service him or our brothers."

I sat silently for a few minutes before I leaned back, Katie resting a hand on my chest before turning my chin, leaving a soft kiss on my lips. "I love you, Mark," she whispered, "And I'm going to need you from now on as much as you're going to need me. But what I don't know is how to break this to Mum."

"I'm guessing George's wife..."

"I'm going to give Cathy everything so she can divorce his arse. Divorces might be no-fault, but the judge still has wiggle room to ensure the jilted spouse comes out better. Not all the time, but there are judges who will ensure the cheating spouse isn't rewarded."

We stayed at the pub long enough to eat dinner, and my phone started to ring halfway through as Belinda was messaging, wondering where I was. I ignored all the messages until Katie led me back to my car. I really didn't want to go home and face Belinda as I knew I couldn't act well enough. But when I thought about it, I knew she didn't have sex with me the days she would have been fooling around with others.

"I'm thinking my wife never gave me sloppy seconds, at least," I muttered, "I'm sure you don't want to hear about it, but Friday and Saturday were our regular nights, maybe a night during the week. Never on a Sunday..."

"When you went out for a round of golf with your friends, I would guess your wife found a few hours to be a slut," Katie suggested.

When we hugged, it was only then that I felt on the verge of tears. I'd never suspected Belinda could ever do something like that. I knew when I finally confronted her, I'd hear all the usual excuses and cliches. The thing is, if it was a drunken mistake one-time mistake, I could probably find it in my heart to forgive her. But if our entire relationship was a lie, that was strike one. But to be fucking my father and brothers? That's strike one, two and three right there.

Her claims to love me didn't really make sense to me, but I guess in the mind of the cheating spouse, they were able to separate everything, justifying their infidelity in their minds so they felt better about themselves. The problem is that I was not a bad husband, nor did I believe I was a bad lover. I was an equal-opportunity husband. We split everything in the house evenly. I always cared for my wife in the bedroom. I was not a 'Yes dear' husband. I had a backbone and wouldn't let her walk all over me, but she generally made me as happy as I made her... Or that's what I'd thought.

Katie drove home, unsure what she was going to do. She asked me not to do anything drastic. Pulling up in the driveway, I walked inside to be greeted by my wife's smiling but concerned face. Kissing my cheek, there was a faint whiff of mouthwash or toothpaste. "Where have you been, honey?"

"Bitch of a day. Everything just seemed to go wrong."

"Does my hubby need some snuggles tonight?"

The idea of having sex with her ever again was enough to ensure I wouldn't get an erection, at least. She was looking at me so innocently, I couldn't believe she was the same woman I watched being plugged entirely by people who were supposed to love me too. "I'm just going to have a shower then vegetate for an hour."

Lying in bed together that night, she cuddled into me, feeling her leave a soft kiss on my cheek, whispering how much she loved me. The problem is that I did believe that she loved me, but there was a side to her character I would never accept, so she'd kept it hidden from me. Part of me still loved her, the larger part wanted to throttle her.

As for my father and brothers, I'd never forgive them. I was most disappointed in Natalie. I would have never believed she'd do that to her older sister and younger brother. I wouldn't bother confronting the males. Well, I would if they wanted to get physical. Natalie would require a conversation.

The next few days, particularly the weekend as that's when Belinda would want to really focus on me. I managed to beg off, claiming I wasn't feeling well. She turned into a proper loving wife, ensuring I was fed and watered, and would snuggle with me on the couch the entire time. Lots of kisses and cuddles, and I was just left confused as to how this woman could be like that with me but then she'd happily fuck other people.

A week after we discovered them, Katie called and asked me to meet her after work. Driving to her place as I left work earlier than usual, I wasn't surprised to see Mum's car parked on the road. Parking up behind her, I found Katie and our mother in the living room, both of them getting to their feet to kiss and hug me.

Handing me the standard bottle of beer, Katie smirked as she said it was a beer both Richard and I liked. We sat to either side of our mother as Katie started to explain everything we saw. To her credit, Mum didn't fall apart in floods of tears. No, we were greeted by righteous anger and threats to start lopping off certain body parts.

"Before you even need to ask, I will be leaving Belinda," I said.

"Not as fast as I'm leaving Richard," Katie added.

"We confront them all together," Mum insisted immediately, "Family dinner. This Saturday. Does Cathy know?" Cathy was George's wife. Katie shook her head. "Give her a heads up at least, Katie. I don't want her being blindsided completely by this."

"How are you being so calm, Mum?" I had to ask.

"I'm not calm, Mark. I'm beyond furious, but me sitting here breaking down into tears won't help right now. I've had my suspicions about that bastard for a number of years." Glancing at me, she smiled. "You are his son, by the way. I made sure a DNA test was done when he started to voice his opinions about you."

"Yet the hate he has..."

"The only reason he hasn't left me is that I keep the house clean, cook his meals, wash his clothes, but otherwise don't interfere too much. I don't make too many demands, and he gives me enough money each week, so I don't complain. As for you, he's never really lied. He didn't want you. I did."

"Thanks, Mum."

"You're my baby. Always have been. Always will be. Much as Katie is my firstborn and will always be special. I've always suspected George and James of certain things. Natalie is just a disappointment. I thought she was better than that."

We talked out things for another hour or so before Richard called Katie, telling her he wouldn't be home. "I have a feeling they gather at the office," Katie told us once she hung up, "Belinda works nearby so getting there, having her fun, then going home makes sense."

"So we drop the hammer Saturday night?" I asked. Mum met my eyes and nodded. I could see the fury bubbling underneath. Katie glanced at me and managed a smile. "Okay, I'll just fake being the loving husband until then. Getting out of sex on Friday night might be difficult after begging off last weekend."

Considering we'd gone over a week without sex, I knew trying to get out of our usual Friday night date and time together would provoke too many questions, even though I'd be pulling the pin the next day. So I figured I'd just treat it like a normal night and I managed to pull off the entire act. Dinner and drinks, and she even wanted to enjoy a little dance. Arriving home, we made love, surprised that she was eager to go down on me.

"I missed our fun last weekend and I've been thinking about this all week," she told me.

When we were finished, she fell asleep rather quickly. I could only lie back and feel sadness at what I was about to lose. Maybe I'd been completely blinkered, but I'd simply never seen a single sign. No showers when getting home. I did the laundry occasionally and never noticed anything untoward with her clothing. No secret phone calls. She never locked her phone. I'm guessing they had other ways to communicate and made sure I was never suspicious.
Driving to my parents' place the next afternoon, Belinda was happily holding my hand as it was obvious that she had no idea what was about to hit her. Katie and Richard had already arrived, as had George and Cathy. James was alone as always. Natalie greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and cuddle, but when her eyes met mine, she was the only one who seemed to have a sense something wasn't right. When I hugged her, she hugged me back ever so tightly.

"I do love you, Natalie, but we're going to need to talk later," I whispered. We were alone in the dining room, and I heard her choke back a sob. She knew what was coming. I had a feeling Katie hadn't been able to hide the feelings on her face. As for our mother, I doubt hiding the anger would have been easy.

Dinner was awkward. Katie was silent, glaring over the table at our brothers. I mostly watched my father, and he knew I was watching him. There was no knowing smirk on his face, but I saw his face ever so slowly change as perhaps he was getting an inkling this meal was different. I didn't miss the glances he sent to my brothers and Richard. If I didn't miss them, I knew Katie and Mum were watching everyone like hawks.

Gathering in the living room after I'd helped clear up, not saying a word to my father and brothers as they remained as silent as I was, Mum didn't say a word as she grabbed the remote control and flicked on the television. One thing about my mother is that she's always prepared. I'd sent her the pictures I'd snapped, and Katie had sent her plenty of video.

"I think you'll find this interesting," my mother stated quite simply as the first picture appeared.

I thought there'd be a lot more noise, but we sat in silence as Mum flicked through all the photos I'd taken before a video started. "Those were quite interesting, weren't they?" she asked rhetorically, "But I think this will be even better."

My father. Two brothers. My wife. Katie's husband. Natalie. My father's sisters were all involved. There were a couple of other men involved I didn't recognise but Katie knew they were friends of Richard. I sat back and watched my wife being taken in all three holes by nearly all the men present. Natalie spent most of the time being double-pumped. My aunts both blew their brother before happily laying back and were pretty much gangbanged by every man present.

Cathy finally snapped and laid into George with a series of hard slaps before she disappeared out into the backyard. Natalie burst into tears and ran off to her old room. My father stood up, ready to shout at Mum. I was up on my feet just as quick, daring him to do a damned thing. James stood and stepped towards me. I wasn't taking a chance and put him on the floor with one clean swing, my hand aching as I wondered if I'd broken his jaw.

"Mark," Belinda whimpered. Turning to glare at her, she sunk back into the lounge.

"Good thing we live in a rental. I'll be calling the landlord as soon as we're done here to let him know we will be moving out. I don't want to hear any excuses or cliches, Belinda. What we've just witnessed has killed any love I have for you."

Mum rose to her feet and turned to face her family. "George and James, you are no longer welcome in this house. Get up and get out. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to forgive you for this."

George carefully rose from his chair, his eyes nearly always on me, and I could see the fear. My punch must have hit well as James got to his feet and staggered. Then Mum turned to face her husband. "I've been suspicious of you for years, John. This marriage is over. You will be packing a bag and leaving before this night is over. Mark and Katie will be moving back home and none of us want your presence here. Choose to argue and I will ensure Mark will deal with you."

"This is all your fault," he taunted me.

"Belinda, I'll be driving home in a minute and packing my things," I told her, "We can sort out everything else later. I've already started moving money around as I wasn't going to let you fuck me over."

"I'd never..."

"Yeah, you'd never, just like you gave your vows of fidelity. Just go home, Belinda. I don't really want to deal with you right now."

Richard had wisely got up and left without a word. Dad disappeared and headed out the door half an hour later with a suitcase. Cathy returned to the living room, taking a seat on an armchair, looking rather dazed by everything.

Heading down the hallway, Mum opened the door to Natalie's old bedroom to find her on the edge of the bed. Raising her eyes to meet three pairs glaring back at her, she practically fell to her knees and begged us to listen to her.

"Dad got me drunk!" she exclaimed, "He got me drunk and... I think they drugged me too... He and George and James and Richard... They recorded it all."

"But that would get them in trouble?" Mum retorted, "Did you ever see the video?"

"Yes," she whispered, "I didn't even realise it was them at the time. I was just enjoying the sex considering I was so out of it. I didn't realise what happened until I woke up the next morning. My pussy was sore as hell, I was dripping and coated in cum, and the three of them just looked smug when I walked out of my bedroom. They've had me doing things since then..."

"But how could they get away with it?" Katie asked.

"They wore balaclavas... You'd never know it was them." She crawled on her knees towards us. "Please, Mummy... I never wanted any of it, but they made demands, and they kept recording what I was doing. I think I'm already online... I don't know..."

I knew how angry Mum was but was still surprised when she helped Natalie to her feet and hugged her. "You should have told us," Mum said softly, "You're my little girl, Natalie."

"I'm sorry, Mummy," Natalie sobbed, as I grabbed Katie by the hand as I heard her sniffing, "But they were always making threats, and I felt so alone. Dad told me you cut him off, so I was going to be your main replacement. He was hoping he'd one day get his claws into Katie."

Katie snorted. "Please, I would never touch him like that. My pussy barely belonged to Richard."

"What do we do, Mum?" I asked.

"You take Katie to her place first so she can pack some things. Then go to your place, do the same thing. Then you both come back here."

"And me?" Natalie asked softly.

"Think you can get your hands on one of these videos?"

"Dad keeps them in his office. He thinks I don't know the combination to his safe. I've always been so scared to do something about it."

"We'll handle it tomorrow," I told her, "Mum, do you want Natalie here too?"

Mum glanced over at us before nodding. "I want to confirm Natalie is telling us the truth, and if she is telling the truth, your father and brothers are going to pay for this. Take Natalie with you, Mark. I don't want her left alone."

There was no sign of Richard as I drove over to Katie's place first. She packed a suitcase of her clothing while I helped gather up everything that she would need for her teaching job. Next was Natalie, who lived alone but I could understand Mum wanting her under the same roof. I knew our father and brothers would work on her if given the opportunity. Finally, there was my place.

Belinda was on the couch, nursing a glass of wine, looking like her world had just fallen apart. She wasn't wrong in that regard. I barely said a word as I started to pack everything I needed, including all the documents I would need. I'd have to wait to divorce her, but after I put everything that I needed in the car, I walked back inside and placed my wedding ring on the coffee table in front of her.

"What you did is simply unforgivable, Belinda," I stated, "My own father. My own brothers. My brother-in-law. And who the fuck the others were... I don't want to hear any excuses. What I saw with my own eyes was enough, but what I saw on video destroyed any love I had for you. Our entire relationship and marriage to you has been a lie. I truly don't know who you are. Word will no doubt spread that I've left you. I can only hope that you will be honest about why I'm gone. If I hear a word that you haven't, there will be consequences. The good news for me is that you can't fight the divorce and there will be no counselling. Don't call. Don't try and visit. Don't email or message."

"I never loved them," she whispered, "I only love you."

Shaking my head, there was no point saying anything as I grabbed what I wanted and returned to the car. Katie sat next to me, taking my hand as Natalie sat behind us, hearing her crying nearly the entire time. By the time we returned home, Mum had cleared up the living room, and Cathy was on the couch covered by a blanket, fast asleep.

"I gave her something to sleep as she's not handling it well," Mum said softly, "She's going to go to her parents when she's feeling better tomorrow."

Mum had turned all our old bedrooms into guest rooms, as they did like entertaining from time to time. It was amusing that Katie, Natalie and I all naturally gravitated back to our old bedrooms. Dumping my suitcase and backpack on the bed, it was a deflating feeling that I was back home again after the quick collapse of my marriage. Sitting on my bed, Katie knocked on the door and wanted a cuddle. When Natalie appeared, I believed every word she told me and held her as both of them cried.

Mum was still in a foul mood and the house was quiet the rest of the night. Only when she was going to bed did she search me out, needing a cuddle with her youngest son. Natalie was next to come say goodnight, wanting forgiveness for being involved. I assured her that we needed to talk first, but if she was being honest, it wouldn't be necessary.

I was lying back when there was a final knock at the door, Katie opened and closed it before she slid under the covers into my bed. Dressing in a vest top and boyshorts, her hand was immediately on my bare chest. "Just hold me tonight," she whispered, "I need you more than ever, Mark."

It was the first night I'd ever shared a bed with my oldest sister. When we woke the next morning with her spooned against me, she shuffled back as I squeezed my arms around her. And I'm sure she didn't miss the fact my morning wood was poking her. Getting out of bed, I found Natalie awake, the nightstand next to her bed covered in tissues. She sat up so I could cuddle her, not surprised she started to cry again.

Meeting in the kitchen, Mum was already cooking breakfast and Cathy hadn't moved all night, up and about but looking like the rest of us. Crestfallen and wondering what would happen next. Gathering around the small kitchen table, there wasn't much conversation. Cathy was the first to move, thanking Mum for the help, but she needed to get home and start sorting out her life.

Once she was gone, I showered and dressed, suggesting to Natalie that we make a move. As soon as she was ready, I hugged Mum and Katie before I escorted Natalie to my car. "I never wanted any of it," she said quietly, "I was never interested in our father that way. George is disgusting and James is an arsehole."

"Richard?"

"I don't know why he married Katie. Or why she married him as he's obviously a slimeball. He'd always complain that she barely put out for him."

"You never willingly..."

Natalie took my hand, her eyes glistening again. "No... I was being blackmailed, Mark. I was already stuck working for Dad, and with the things he recorded me doing... He used his little girl as nothing but his whore at times. He made sure I regularly got tested as... Ugh, do you want to hear?"

"I just want to know that you're safe now, Natalie. That's what matters."

"It's why I always greeted you with such a cuddle every time you visited, and why I was always close by. My little brother was the only man I could trust to be around."

"And Belinda? How did she get involved?"

"It was James who got her involved. You know your brothers hate you. As soon as James discovered her past, he knew exactly what buttons to press. It was pathetic how quickly and easy it was for him to get her into bed."

"She ever do anything with you?"

"Mark, Dad had me fucking anyone he told me to. Men or women, it didn't matter."

"I'm sorry..."

I hadn't visited the offices of the business in some time, but Natalie knew exactly where to go. Shutting off the alarm, we didn't turn on any lights, and the place locked up tight on a Sunday. Dad's office door was locked, not surprised that Natalie did have a copy of the key. "He's fucked me plenty of times on the desk," she muttered, "I hated it every single time. It was only ever about his enjoyment."

The safe was in the wall. Watching the door, Natalie took a couple of minutes to get the safe open. There wasn't any cash inside, just some documents and what looked like compact discs. There was an old desktop on the desk, no real surprise our father was a little behind the times in certain respects. Booting it up, Natalie figured out how to log in, slid the disc into the slot, and started it up.

It was quite obvious, to my eyes at least, that I was watching my sister being raped as she was quite clearly drunk and drugged while four men took advantage of her. Natalie eventually looked away and cuddled into my side as I just had to turn it off. There was no need to watch too much. Raising her to her feet, I hugged her tightly as she cried against me. Just like her older sister, she was a tiny thing compared to me.

She settled down as I called Mum and let her know that Natalie was telling the honest truth. When she asked about evidence, I think when I told her that she simply needed to trust me, she was silent before asking, "Did that bastard hurt my little girl, Mark? Did her brothers...?"

"It could be enough to put them behind bars, Mum."

Natalie was shaking her head. "No. I don't want any of that. I just want to forget about it. I've done so many horrible things, Mark. I can live with it all. I just want them out of my life from this moment on. I won't be here at work on Monday. I just want to be with you, Katie and Mum."

"We'll discuss all that later, Natalie. We don't need to make decisions now. Just bring your sister home, Mark. We have a lot of things to sort out."

I made sure we grabbed everything that could be used as evidence before we locked the place up tight and got out of there. The house was again quiet that night. Natalie disappeared to bed early after Mum gave her a sleeping tablet. Mum was still angry, and I knew she wanted blood regarding my father and her other two sons. As for Katie, she ended up in my bed again that night, snuggling against me as I turned to leave a soft kiss on her lips. "I feel so sorry for her. I just didn't know..."

"Another thing to make our mother angry. I think she wants to go scorched earth on the lot of them."

"And Belinda?"

"Just a divorce. I could ruin her, but I don't see the point. She no longer gets the life she wanted and pictured. Owning our home. Starting our family. Growing old together."

There was another knock at the door, not surprised that a groggy Natalie didn't say a word as she slid into bed to join us. When she started to cry, Katie quickly got up so her little sister was resting between us. "I'm not angry at you, Natalie," Katie assured her, "What our father did..."

"He took my virginity, Katie," Natalie sobbed, "I never wanted him like that. I never wanted to sleep with George or James. I never wanted to have your husband inside me. I never wanted to do any of the things he made me do."

Natalie cuddled into me even more as Katie held her from behind. Meeting her eyes, I could see how upset she was for her little sister. My heart just hardened as I had a good feeling Mum would have no idea what her husband had been doing behind her back. Part of me was relieved that Katie hadn't been bothered by him too.

Returning to work the next day wasn't easy for myself or Katie, with no surprise that Natalie stayed in bed. She wouldn't need to hand in her notice. No chance that she'd ever return to the office, and I didn't think my father or brothers would be stupid enough to try and contact her. Belinda did try and call me during the day. I eventually gave in and answered.

"Belinda, I said I didn't want to talk, and I won't be coming home. I've already spoken to our landlord and told him what's going on. The rent will be your responsibility until the lease runs out. Good thing for you is that the last one we signed was only for six months and there are only three months left. Shame that you missed out on the opportunity of buying our own home."

"Please come home, Mark. We need to talk."

"Were you drugged or blackmailed into it?" There was silence before I added, "Just so you know, your fuckbuddy was."

"Natalie?"

"Yes, Belinda. She was never willingly involved, yet I've got a pretty good feeling that you were just an easy target for James. Thing is, I can sit back now and think about things and realise I was just blind to the obvious. You put out just enough to keep me happy while you were busy getting plenty of sex elsewhere."

"It wasn't like that."

"Were you drugged or blackmailed, Belinda?"

"No," she finally replied after a few seconds.

"Then we have nothing to discuss as you were cheating on me willingly. Just get on with your life for the next twelve months then we can apply for divorce."

Life at home wasn't easy as each of us was hurting in our own way. By the middle of the week, Mum's anger had faded, and she fell apart by Thursday night, Katie urging me to spend a night just comforting her. My mother had always been a strong woman, but when I cuddled with her that evening, she must have cried into my chest for what felt like hours.

"Thank you for last night, baby," she whispered when I woke up with the alarm the next morning.

"I'm always available for snuggles and cuddles, Mum."

Despite now being in her early fifties, she was still a beautiful woman. I liked to think that she'd aged gracefully. I knew she still coloured her hair, and there were some faint lines, but as she'd always been a petite little thing, and the fact she ate healthily and exercised, meant she was still a good-looking woman. It was a shame my father never saw it.

"Mark?"

"Yeah."

"Do you still have a crush on your sister?"

I felt my cheeks grow warm as I knew I was never particularly subtle about the affection I had for Katie. "Never stopped, Mum. It's just I know it's wrong and nothing should ever happen."

"What's stopping you now?"

"The fact I'm still married and she's my sister and also still married."

"What about when you're divorced?" I leaned back to meet her blue eyes, the same blue that both sisters and I had. "Your sister needs a good man. I think Natalie needs a good man too. I've seen how she's taken to you in recent years because of what her father and brothers were doing to her. You were the one man in her family that she could trust."

"I'm not sure what you're suggesting, Mum, but I'm just going to focus on the divorce for now. One thing I do want to do is confront the lot of them though. Dad. George. James. Richard. All the evidence we gathered means we can get our own back."

Despite what loomed in the background, the fact the four of us were living together did help us move on. It was a slow process. I swung between anger and despair. I walked into a room more than once to find Katie in floods of tears. Natalie felt endless guilt despite much of it not being her fault. Mum was sad that her long marriage ended in such a disgusting way.

Three months after the afternoon which blew up the family, I made a single phone call to the man I'd once called 'Dad'. He must have been surprised I called him as I heard it in his tone.
"We need to sit down and talk, John."

"About what?"

"Matters pertaining to the four divorces you are responsible for. Our house. Midday on Saturday. Bring George, James and Richard with you. They will be involved as much as you are."

"And why would I want to meet with any of you?"

"I'm sure you've realised we have the evidence, John. You don't meet, I burn you all. Natalie has told us everything, and we believe her much more than we would believe anything out of your mouths."

"And if we don't come?"

"Everyone finds out what you did to Natalie, we send out the video and pictures to everyone you know and do business with, and I make sure everything you've built is burned to the ground."

"What about Belinda?"

"I have no problem with the fact she would be burned as well. I still owe James for his involvement."

Mum was aware of the conversation, sitting her down with my two sisters and explaining what we would do. Natalie didn't want a court case as she was scared of a 'he said, she said' scenario, even though showing further video could prove it was her father and brothers. Natalie still shook her head. "I don't want my face or name all over the news," she said.

"As it's your father and brothers, they'll give you anonymity," I assured her.

Taking my hand, she squeezed it gently. "I don't want any of it, Mark. Please believe me. But I want what we're owed. He might not see time behind bars, but he's going to pay in other ways."

"What are you thinking, Mark?" Mum asked.

"He's going to agree to pay you maintenance, a high amount every month for every year as long as you were married. He will also hand the title of this house over to you. The bank accounts will also be handed to you. The only thing he's really going to get out of it is the business. You can hand back the shares you have." Turning to Natalie, I added, "As for you, he's going to give you a lump sum of cash, but we will hold onto the discs. Let us dangle them over his head like the sword of Damocles."

My father arrived at the requested time on Saturday with George, James and Richard in tow. Sitting at the dining table, I couldn't help smiling at my brothers as they were quite clearly worried. Dad tried to look unconcerned, but his eyes gave him away. Richard simply glared at me in silence. Behind me stood my mother, two sisters, and Cathy had also joined us. She'd been a regular visitor as she'd always liked my mother.

"I'm going to write some figures on a piece of paper. John, once the divorce paperwork is being started, you will be paying our mother the figure written down every month, and that will continue for as long as the years you were married. You will hand over the house to her. Where you live, I don't give a shit. Take Belinda as a roommate for all I care.

George, I'm sure your colleagues, bosses and friends wouldn't want to see evidence of you fucking your little sister. Every cent in your bank accounts? It's now Cathy's. You're going to sell the house and give Cathy two-thirds of whatever you make off it."

"You can't..." he started to say, rising to his feet.

"Sit down," John stated with a sigh, "You know as well as I do that we'd be ruined if he carries out his threat."

"Watch your back, Mark," Richard growled.

I met his eyes and smiled. "Think I don't have contingencies in place? I might be young, but I've already sat in on multi-million negotiations, those across the table with decades of experience. Don't take my youth as a weakness. I was hired to do the job I do because I proved how good I am at it. You really think I wanted to waste my talents working with these three idiots? Trust me, I know George and James are going to run the business into the ground. As for you, Richard, I think I might just take pleasure in ensuring your name is burned to the ground. Want to test me on this?"

"House is sold, I get everything. Bank accounts are mine. You get your clothes and your car," Katie stated, "You fight me on this, your entire family is going to know what a piece of shit you are."

Glaring across the table, I simply ignored James for now as I focused on the man I once called 'Dad'. "You raped your own daughter, you piece of shit. You got her drunk, drugged her, then you fucked her with these three. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Dad smirked. "The little bitch wanted it," he stated with a shrug of his shoulders.

I near enough leapt over the table, Mum and Katie resting a hand on my shoulder to keep me in place. "Regarding Natalie, the figure is a lump sum you will be paying her by the end of this week. Failure to do so will see the evidence sent to not only friends and family but every news organisation in the nation. I will burn you and the rest of your family."

"After today, I never want to see any of you again," Natalie stated softly behind me, "I only have a mother, older sister and younger brother from now on. You three are dead to me."

Moving my eyes across the table, James probably thought I'd forgotten all about him. I couldn't financially hurt him, so I leaned forward and grinned. "As for you, fuckhead, watch your back from now on. You won't know where. You won't know when. And yes, I am threatening you, but it comes with a promise. You fucked my wife. You were the one responsible. I know John's always hated me. Not sure what I did to ever earn your ire, but I promise the hate is now returned in full."

"You don't scare me, Mark," he replied.

The smile didn't fade as I gestured at George. "This fuckwit thinks he's god's gift, yet I've put him in his place every time since I was sixteen. I've hit you once and you proved to have a glass jaw. Next time, it will be your crotch. By the time I'm satisfied, you'll barely be capable of getting it up ever again."

"I'll just go to the police."

"Then I'll ensure all the evidence is released, we'll be behind bars together, and that's where I'll bury you completely." I then ignored him immediately as I returned my attention to John. "Okay, John, that's all for now. I will contact you in one week. Make sure you have the money ready to go. When each of us gets our divorce, the figures on that piece of paper will simply be authorised by the courts."

Rising to my feet, that signalled the exchange was over. I was careful as the four opposite got to their feet. Walking behind them, Richard called me a 'fuckwit' but simply stalked off to his car. James looked like he was about to swing, George grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off to their cars. Dad stopped and turned around. "Can I talk to my wife?"

"No."

"We need to sort other things out."

"Then send an email to me. You will have nothing to do with my mother or my two sisters from this moment on, John. You managed to pull the wool over my eyes for a long time. I can almost applaud you for that."

"You realise your wife was nothing but a slut. It was pathetic how easily James got her into bed. Silly bitch still loved you though."

Shrugging, I admitted I didn't care any longer. "If James wants her, he can have her."

John laughed. I managed a rueful smirk as I knew why he laughed. "He never wanted her, Mark. But since we're being honest, I never wanted you."

"I'm more than aware."

"Good. At least we know where we stand." He turned and walked away, stopping a dozen or so paces away. "Smart move getting the evidence. Didn't think that Natalie would try and get it. Shows I'm nothing but an amateur at this myself. Do I have your word they'll never see the light of day should we meet your demands?"

"My word means something, John. Natalie doesn't want the embarrassment nor having to go through the turmoil again when it is in court. Do what I said, and we'll put this whole sorry saga behind us."

He managed a nod before walking away. I didn't see him again until the day he and Mum divorced.

*****

A few months later...

When I woke up for work, Katie was already awake, watching me sleep. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as I ran my fingers through her long brunette hair. She'd let it start to grow as soon as she moved back home. Richard had made her cut it shorter. Her firm little body was pressing into mine, and she smiled as she felt my erection pressing into her.

We'd shared a bed nearly every night since I'd moved back home. That was months ago, but we'd never done anything more than sleep together and lots of cuddling. We were both still married. She was my sister. There were lines I didn't think we should cross, but I knew how much I loved her. And I had a feeling her love for me was just as intense.

On the few nights I didn't sleep with Katie, Natalie still needed to be shown as much love as possible. She had become somewhat of a recluse, only leaving the house in the company of close family, and she would occasionally head out for a night with friends, but more often than not, she'd be calling her little brother to come pick her up after only a few hours. Her friends were aware something had happened but didn't want to pry too much.

As for Mum, she was heartbroken about the collapse of her marriage and break-up of the family, but there would never be forgiveness for her husband, and I knew the chances of any reconciliation between herself, and her other two sons was minimal at best. On occasion, she'd walk into the living room and ask Katie if she could have my company in her bed. Natalie would giggle, Katie would state I could be loaned out, and Mum would happily snuggle into me.

Each of our divorces was now only a few days away from being confirmed, the Divorce Order received through the mail. Belinda had been served with the paperwork and agreed to a joint application. She was living back at home with her parents and, to her credit, admitted the reason for our divorce was due to her infidelity. We'd sat down a couple of times over the past few months and although she was just as responsible as those she loved, I did learn more about my wife and the past she'd kept hidden from me. No, she wasn't any sort of ridiculous gangbang slut. She'd just had a larger sexual history and thought I'd hate her for it.

No, I hated her for a little while because she'd lied about it. Everyone has a sexual history when you're at university. When it came to James managing to seduce her, it was a slow and methodical process that eventually worked as they met 'by chance', he got enough booze into her that she was rather agreeable, and after that... She admitted to enjoying it, and when my father wanted to join in, she found that she couldn't say no. As for George, she figured in for a penny, in for a pound. Plus, his dick was small so anal wasn't as painful.

The only thing she did admit to was having had group sex before she met me, so having fun with men and women at the same time wasn't something foreign to her. I knew everyone had their own interests and kinks, but I admitted it was something I could never agree to. I didn't share.

As for Dad and George, they were smart and agreed to terms, not fighting the divorce. Richard thought about doing it before I sent a single photo to his parents of what he'd been doing. He wisely backed off after that.

And there was my dear brother James. I'm sure he thought I'd forgotten all about him after a few months, that he'd gotten away with it. After three visits to the hospital for various injuries, he packed up and left the city. Last I heard, he had settled in Darwin. Dad called me up and was pretty pissed off about it. I laughed and told him that it was less than the prick deserved and that he should be thankful I didn't handle him the same way.

It was the last time I spoke to my father during the divorce process.

"Mark?" my sister asked softly, bringing me back to the present.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Pulling her closer, I left a soft kiss on her lips. "You know how much I love you, Katie."

"I'm going to be honest about something. I'm never going to want to sleep with another man now." Feeling my eyebrows raise, Katie's eyes never moved away from mine. "Might make it difficult if you met someone."

"Maybe I love having my sister in bed with me too? I do love it when we snuggle."

"Your friends going on about finding someone?"

"A little bit. They don't know the whole story with Belinda, but they know she was cheating on me."

"My girlfriends are the same. Of course, I can't tell them how much I enjoy snuggling with my little brother most nights."

She was still looking at me before I asked, "Would you ever want something more than just snuggling?"

I figured, with what loomed on the horizon, it was time to bite the bullet and see if she genuinely felt the same way about me. We'd always been close, always been affectionate, and our own mother had suggested more than once that Katie had some rather intense feelings for her little brother. But that was the crux of the issue. She was my sister. I was her brother. We would be doing something that polite society would frown upon and that the authorities would put a stop to it should we be found out.

"Are you suggesting that you want to date your older sister?" When she left a soft kiss on my lips, it lasted far longer and when I pulled her tight to my body, she was smiling while kissing me. When we finally broke apart, her blue eyes simply sparkled as her hand rested on my chest. "Mark... There's a reason why we're always together now. When I was married, I couldn't allow myself to give in to feelings, and when you were with Belinda, I could see how in love with her you were. I would never have done anything to affect your marriage to her."

"Things are different now, Katie. If we feel the same way about each other, the only question is if we're both brave enough to take the next step."

"I don't know. After everything that has happened, part of me just wants to give in to temptation. But I don't think I ever loved Richard as much as you loved Belinda. Everyone thought that you and she were truly a forever couple."

"Yeah, lesson learned there," I muttered.

"Can I be crude for a second, Mark?" Managing a chuckle as I knew what she was sometimes like, she left another soft kiss on my lips before whispering, "My pussy was only ever on loan to Richard. There was one thing I wanted more than anything when you turned eighteen and that was to be your first. So I might not get to be your first, but I now want to be your last. But we can't just leap into this because we've both been hurt."

"We do love each other."

"We do, but we both have to think about the consequences of being together. Mum seems to know and understand. But Natalie... She's still hurting after everything, and I have a bad feeling if we were together, we couldn't hide it from her as that would be unfair, and I hate the idea of my little sister being left alone."

"But you think Mum will accept?"

That question made her chuckle. "I know she's talked to you more than once, Mark. Mostly insinuation rather flat-out telling you, but I think she's always been aware of our feelings for each other. I know Mum loves snuggling with her little boy as much as I love it."

"You think she'll ever be with someone else?"

"Probably not. Mum has put a brave face on, but her heart was shattered by everything."

She might have been shattered, but the night Mum received the Divorce Order through the mail, she told my two sisters and me to get dressed up as we were going out to celebrate. Mum looked gorgeous in the black dress she chose. She might have been in her fifties, but I knew my mother could still turn heads. What she seemed to take great pleasure in the past few months was teasing me, making me blush, then giving me one hell of a cuddle.

Rather merry by the time we got home, Katie and Natalie hugged me before suggesting I take care of her. She wasn't falling over drunk, but she was giggling a lot as she didn't hesitate to undress in front of me. The fancy underwear was a surprise, Mum noticing the look on my face as I took a moment to look her up and down. "I might now be a single middle-aged woman, Mark, but I still want to look good."

"Understatement, Mum. You've always looked after yourself. Then again, like your daughters, you are a petite little thing."

Mum smiled as she stepped towards me, resting both hands on my chest. "You're the only man in our lives now, Mark. And part of me is so happy about that. You're going to look after the three of us now, aren't you?"

"Of course."

"And you'll definitely look after Katie?"

Making sure we were in bed first, Mum shuffled closer. I'm sure most would have thought it awkward to be cuddling your mother in such a manner but having done it quite often since everything that happened, I actually enjoyed how close we were. "How should I look after her, Mum?" I finally asked.

"I've never been blind to your feelings for her, nor her feelings for you. I know you loved Belinda with all your heart. I know how her betrayal shattered you at heart. And despite what she says, I know how much Katie loved Richard. I tried to warn her that he wasn't good for her... But now you're both soon-to-be single and I'll have no problem if you give into the desires you have for each other."

I probably stared at her for a good few seconds in surprise before I finally asked, "You're serious?"

"Absolutely. I would never have said this should your father still be in your life. Then again, he was fucking his daughter and daughter-in-law, so he has no reason to say a damned thing." She paused again, her eyes gazing into mine. "Then again, I'm looking at my son in my bed and thinking some very naughty things myself. I haven't had sex in far too long, Mark."

Moving my hand down to her pert little arse made her smile. "Have you had thoughts too, Mum?"

"You've had them?"

"Katie likes to tease me, suggesting Mum might need her little boy to give her some pleasure too."

Mum shuffled closer, moving my hand to her back, stroking her smooth skin as we both got comfortable. I'd cuddled with her like this plenty of times already though never when she was only in underwear while I was in just a pair of boxer-briefs. Lifting her head, she gazed at me again before I left a soft kiss on her lips, stroking her cheek as I earned another sweet smile.

"She was an idiot," Mum whispered, "I have no doubt how you treated that woman, Mark. And the thing that really surprised me is that I saw how she looked at you. I could see the love, which makes her betrayal even more bizarre."

"Don't worry about it, Mum. What's done is done. I'm now looking after my family."

Waking up the next morning with Mum spooned against me, it had happened more than once, and she was used to feeling my morning wood pressing into her. She would tease me a little bit and my hand would eventually give in and cup one of her breasts. When I felt her start to move against me that morning, I moved my hand slowly down her body until it reached the band of her panties.

"I'd love nothing more, baby," she whispered, "But I'd need to ask Katie for permission first." Turning her head, she asked, "But thank you for the suggestion."

Getting out of bed, we joined Katie and Natalie in the kitchen. I was still sporting at least a semi-erection. Katie glanced at it and smiled, Natalie glancing and blushing. Mum stopped and turned to face me, running a hand down my cheek before leaning up to kiss me. Then giggling to herself, she asked what we wanted for breakfast.

Sitting down later, I sat next to Natalie. She'd found a new job and was now living at home full-time again, having given up the apartment she was renting, but we also knew she struggled with depression after everything. More than once, I'd cuddled with her on her bed as she needed a little cry, clutching onto me ever so tightly. I let her know every day that I loved her, as did Mum and Katie. She'd been in therapy, and it was helping her deal with everything that happened to her.
Katie received her Divorce Order next. All she did was open the envelope, read over the contents, and then placed it in her bedroom. Returning to cuddle me on the couch, I turned my head in time enough for her to kiss me, and it was like no kiss we shared before. Within a couple of minutes, she was moving to straddle my lap and I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. When my hands moved from her back down to her arse, she couldn't help smiling.

"As soon as you get your one through the mail," she stated softly, "You're taking your sister out on a date."

"So we're doing it?"

"Yes. But you need to do me a couple of favours."

"Whatever you want, Katie."

"Take Natalie out on a date too. I'm not talking about ending the night with sex. I'm not sure she's in the right frame of mind for it. But I didn't miss the fact she went looking for you when everything was going on. I know she wishes that maybe she'd said something to you as we all know you'd have done anything to help her."

"Would she want me to take her out?"

Katie chuckled. "I know you're not blind to the affection she's had for you in the past few years. She needed you when everything else was going on that you didn't know about."

"I'll talk to her soon about it."

"And then there's Mum. You're her little boy and I see how she looks at you now, Mark. You're her man. She sat me down and told me how she feels when you're in bed cuddling together. If you make the leap into intimacy, I won't be jealous. Mum needs to be loved as much as your sisters do, and if you express the love you have for each other in sex, then I say go for it. Make her scream for me."

I felt my eyes widen as Katie kissed me again. Feeling my erection underneath her body made her smile again as she pressed down and gently rubbed herself against it. Our kiss turned hot and heavy before I finally broke it, kissing down to her neck, earning a moan as I figured she would be rather sensitive. "I can't wait until you're inside me, Mark," she whispered, "I've wanted you for so long."

Easily picking her up as she wrapped her legs around my body, I carried her through to my bedroom. Lying her back, I gazed down her body, noticing her chest rising and falling as her excitement was evident. "Am I waiting until I get the paperwork?"

"Yes," she replied with a cheeky grin, "Because that means the anticipation will build. I'm not going to make you wait any longer than that, Mark. At the end of our first date, you're getting the girl."

"I just want to see my big sister naked."

That made her laugh as I laid down next to her, Katie turning onto her side to cuddle me. "As much as I want to see my little brother enjoying himself when we make love," she said softly, "I'm not scared about what I want, Mark. I want this as much as I know you do. If it wasn't for Richard, we would already be together."

"I had no idea about your idea for my eighteenth."

"Mark, I would have shown you absolutely everything possible. You would have ended that night having explored your sister's body entirely."

"Oh... You mean everything?"

"Look... I did love Richard. It was a genuine love. I had to bury the love I had for you as both my brother and the man I wanted to be with. But I did take Mum's warnings seriously before and after I married him. What ended up happening still hurt like hell, but Mum had prepared me in a way for what happened. And because of all that, I was always very careful with Richard regarding intimacy. I won't lie, it was enjoyable, but he was rather selfish in bed. Belinda... Let's just say that I did get on well with her, and women talk about their sex lives in greater detail than men."

"Oh..."

"I learned my little brother loves to pleasure the woman he's in love with. I can't wait to see if Belinda was telling me the truth."

"It didn't make you uncomfortable? She didn't find it weird?"

"I loved hearing her stories because I'd just imagine it was me, Mark."

We resumed making out and it got rather hot and heavy, ending up on my back as Katie straddled my lap. Her dress ended up on the floor next to the bed, leaving her in just her underwear, and I savoured feeling her near-naked body in my hands for the first time. The only thing that brought us to a halt was hearing the front door closed and our mother calling out. Katie didn't move as we shrugged and resumed making out.

Hearing a cleared throat, we glanced at the doorway to see our mother smiling at us. "About time I arrived home to see you like this," she stated, "Though I was expecting to see that lovely cock of his somewhere else, Katie."

"I'm making him wait until he gets his own Divorce Order. Trust me, Mum, as soon as he does, we're making love."

"Good. And I trust neither of you are thinking of moving out?"

"Why would we, Mum? We're happy living here, and I know you need your son as much as I need my brother."

"And don't forget Natalie. I've seen how she looks at him too, Katie."

"I know, Mum. But you're going to love being in this position too. Your little boy has quite the cock on him. I can feel it underneath me, but Belinda went into vivid detail about it too."

Clearing my throat, Katie returned her eyes to me. "Forgotten I'm here, sweetheart?" I wondered.

"Nope. Just making sure you know how special you are to us, Mark. What happened could have torn this family apart. All it has done is bring the four of us closer. I don't care about our father. He can rot. I don't have three brothers any longer. I just have one brother who is also... He's also the love of my life and I won't deny that feeling any longer."

Mum walked over to the bed, leaning across to kiss each of us on the cheek. "I've never been oblivious to how you two feel about each other," she said softly, "And as I've said more than once, in this household, your love will be accepted and cherished." She then looked at me. "But I'm hoping you'll still come and snuggle with your mother from time to time."

"Of course, Mum."

Katie needed to get off me, claiming her panties were now soaked, and if we continued, we would end up making love. She said that she wanted my divorce confirmed. Even though we considered each other free and single, she wanted that piece of paperwork before we made love. That wouldn't stop further steamy making-out sessions though.

The day my Divorce Order came through, I received a phone call from a very tearful Belinda. I'd long unblocked any form of communication as I couldn't find it in my heart to hate her. I'd been angry, but although she shared the blame for what happened, I laid the blame mostly on James. He'd targeted her and ensured what happened.

I was polite to her as she apologised again for everything that happened. While we could never be friends, I offered an olive branch, stating that perhaps she could just shoot me the occasional message, and perhaps, just perhaps, there could be the occasional call. In the end, I could only wish her the best and hoped she could find happiness with someone else. She said that she'd found it with me but thanked me for not being mean or cruel to her.

Katie arrived home to find the Divorce Order resting on the coffee table. I hadn't let her know it had arrived. Immediately straddling my lap, she hugged me tightly and whispered into my ear that I was taking her on a date that night. "We've waited long enough. I want dinner, drinks and to dance with my handsome little brother. I want to feel him hold me against his chest and whisper how much he loves me. Then he's bringing me home and his big sister is going to spend all night pleasuring him in return."

"No waiting any longer?"

Gazing into my eyes, she asked one simple question. "Have we not waited long enough, Mark?"

"Can you wait a little longer?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong, I want to drag you to the bedroom as much as you want to join me, but just leaping straight into sex... I want to romance my big sister first." When her bottom lip started to tremble, I knew I'd said the right thing. Caressing her cheek, I added, "Trust me on this, Katie, I do want to make love but is there any rush? We know we're forever from this point on."

"God, she was such a fucking idiot throwing you away, Mark."

"I should give Richard a call and thank him in return."

As Katie disappeared to get ready for our date, I found Natalie in her bedroom. On the surface, she was still the happy and outgoing she'd always been, but everything that happened had left wounds and she was still struggling with everything that happened to her. Katie, Mum and I laid no blame on her. The fact her own father had blackmailed her in such a way, we had nothing but sympathy for her, and made sure to not treat her any differently.

Joining her on the bed, she immediately shuffled over to cuddle me. Kissing her forehead, she sighed happily, closing her eyes, savouring the close contact. We'd had many conversations over the past few months about Belinda and her involvement in everything. We'd cut contact with our aunties as well. From what Natalie could gather, our father had been sleeping with his sisters nearly the entire marriage to our mother.

Seems that incest might be a popular thing in our family.

"Mark... Can I be honest about one thing?"

"Sure."

"I know how you feel about Katie and I'm glad you're together. And I know Mum might need a bit of love and comfort. All I want from you is this. Just hold me sometimes. Give me a nice kiss. I know how much I love you, but honestly, the idea of sex... My therapist said that one day, I might feel the urge again, but as of now, there's only one man I could trust anyway."

"All we want is for you to be happy again, Natalie."

"I'm happy enough, Mark. As long as I don't see John or my two brothers ever again, I'll remain happy." Leaning back just enough for our eyes to meet, I left a soft kiss on her lips. A sweet smile formed, and she was a real reminder of her older sister. Enough subtle differences for her own look. She'd changed her usual style since everything happened. "Enjoy your date with Katie tonight. I've never missed on how much you two love and adore each other. It's always been very sweet."

"I always thought, you know, you might be a little jealous."

"I am, Mark. When everything was happening to me, I dreamed of my little brother bursting into the bedroom and sorting it all out for me. I know you're strong and capable enough to deal with all of them. Even our father feared you in a way."

"If they ever try and bother you again... I know you've blocked them on everything, and you're always careful going out, but if they ever try, you let me know."

"I will, but they won't because they're scared of you." Snuggling into me again, I wasn't surprised she started to fall asleep rather quickly. She'd told me every time I did spend a night with her how safe she felt in my arms. I'd admitted to feelings of guilt to Mum about everything that happened to her. I hadn't realised that she'd been coming to me for comfort when everything was going on.

Katie looked fantastic when I met her in the living room a little later. Her brunette hair hung over her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled behind the frames of her thin black frames. She usually wore contacts, but she knew how sexy I found her when wearing her frames. Lip gloss instead of lipstick on her lips, and the make-up she wore was faint, only accentuating her natural beauty. The black dress she wore was strapless and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. When I noticed the black thigh-high stockings and heels, my eyes must have lit up as she started to giggle.

"You like, little brother?"

"You know how sexy you are, Katie."

"Well, my little brother is looking rather handsome tonight as well."

"I have some beautiful children," Mum stated from where she was sitting, getting to her feet to walk us to the door. "Mark, show your sister a good time tonight."

"I will, Mum."

I'd ordered an Uber to take us into the city. Expensive but I didn't want to drive nor endure a journey on the train. The restaurant I'd selected served the sort of cuisine my sister and I would both enjoy. We didn't eat too much, eating a main each before splitting a dessert. Bellies somewhat full, we walked hand in hand towards the harbour, stopping at the occasional bar and pub, enjoying a drink or two in each, before it was the right time to head to a club.

Having never been much of a dancer, Katie spent most of the time moving and grinding her body against me, and all she requested from me in return was to ensure my hands were always on her. Whenever she kissed me, it was hot, heavy and full of promise. We eventually remained for a couple of hours before agreeing that it was time to go. Snuggling against me during the ride home, her hand was caressing my inner thigh, getting ever closer to my groin with each passing minute.

Arriving home well after midnight, the house was quiet and dark as we made our way quietly to my bedroom, Katie not hesitating in following me. As soon as I closed the door, we were all over each other, my fingers finding the zipper of her dress as her fingers worked the buttons of my shirt, making sure that was off as she moved to take off my trousers. Shoes and socks followed while she slid out of her heels, tumbling into bed as she immediately felt my erection press into her.

"Waited to feel you against me like this," she murmured before resuming our kiss.

There was one thing I did want, breaking the kiss and slowly moving down her neck towards her breasts. I knew she was a C-cup and they were fantastic, her nipples pink, hard, and looking ready for me to suck, lick and nibble on. The first moment my tongue ran over one, my sister moaned in such a manner, that I couldn't help gazing up and see her staring down at me.

"You going to move down my body soon?"

"We're not having sex tonight, Katie. Tonight, I'm going to pleasure my big sister."

She dazzled me with a smile as I gave her breasts lots of attention, moving from one to the other, my sister moaning and writhing underneath me. Relenting as I knew she wanted something else, I slowly kissed down her still-toned tummy towards the thin fabric of her black panties. I could smell her arousal, and as I removed her incredibly wet panties, I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy.

Spreading her legs wider, I smiled at the fact she kept her pussy neat, but it wasn't shaved smooth. "Katie?"

"Yes, Mark?"

"I've fantasised about this moment for years."

"Then make it reality, Mark."

I fell in love with her taste almost immediately, gently licking and kissing everywhere as my sister was moaning rather loudly quite quickly. Considering Natalie and Mum knew we'd gone out on a date, I wasn't worried about them hearing us. Hell, I wouldn't care if they opened the door and wanted to watch. Wrapping a hand around one of her smooth thighs, I gently worked my tongue along her labia and inside her while ever so softly rubbing her clit occasionally at the same time.

The whimpers and moans turned me on something fierce, Katie making sure her head was raised so she could watch me, her blue eyes gazing down at me in the faint light of the lamp nearby. Her chest rose and fell quicker with each passing minute, her entire body shaking from time to time, as I slid a finger inside her, turning it so I could find that special spot.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out as I found it, smiling to myself as I figured she might like a little more attention on her clit. Belinda had not been my first, I'd had lovers before, and I'd always enjoyed exploring a woman's body, figuring out what she liked.

"I want my big sister to cum," I murmured, my tongue and finger working in unison. Her body start to shake and writhe even more, her breathing getting faster as she got closer and closer to orgasm. "Cum for me, Katie. Your little brother is going to look after you from now on."

"I love you," she moaned softly.

Smiling to myself, I slid a second finger inside her and having figured out how she liked me to lick her clit, I brought her to the top of the mountain and then sent her over it. She practically screamed in pleasure, her entire body seeming to almost levitate for a second as the orgasm hit her like a freight train. She squeezed my fingers ever so tightly I could barely move them, but when she begged for me not to stop, what my big sister wanted, she got.

Learning that my sister could enjoy multiple orgasms very quickly was a real thrill, and the fact she kept begging me for more had me smiling to myself. It did briefly make me feel sad about Belinda again, as our sex life had always been wonderful, but I put that aside as I focused on Katie again.

"Oh god, don't stop," she cried, her fingers running through my hair as she humped her pussy into my face, "You love your sister's pussy?"

"Doing this every day going forward."

"You better!"

I only relented when my sister finally pushed my head away, giggling away as she continued to shake and shudder for a few seconds as I moved to lie next to her. The look in her eyes when she finally opened them was one of pure love, kissing me softly as she pressed her entire body against mine. Her hand moved down my body to my cock, probably surprising her when I gently moved it away. "Tonight was about you, Katie," I whispered, running my fingers through her hair, "What you're going to learn very quickly is that I love to give. And when it comes to you, big sister..."

Waking with her spooned back against me the next morning, she felt my morning wood immediately, teasing me by rubbing her firm and pert little arse against me. Rolling onto my back, she moved up to straddle my lap, feeling the heat of her pussy through the fabric of my boxer briefs, amused that she was still wearing her thigh-high stockings. Making out again, the only thing that stopped us was a soft knock at the door.

"Breakfast is ready," Mum announced.

Katie slid off her stockings and grabbed one of my t-shirts, holding it to her nose first. "Mmmm. Smells like little brother," she stated, putting it on and nothing else. Sliding on a pair of shorts myself, I took Katie by the hand as we joined Mum and Natalie in the kitchen. Mum's smile wasn't a surprise as she hugged us both. Natalie stood up and hugged her sister first before hugging me.

"Now, Mark, the most important question is..." Mum started to say before smirking, "Actually, I don't need to ask as I heard her. What did you think, Natalie?"

"I was busy masturbating, Mum," she stated, her eyes only on me as she said that, "I'll never be jealous of Katie, but part of me was left wondering what it would be like if I had fun with my sister and brother. Considering everything that happened, you know I'm not a stranger to pussy either."

"Could you handle that?" Katie wondered.

When Natalie blushed, I had an inkling of what she was thinking. "I never enjoyed it with Dad and my brothers. I was just a good actress. Your ex-husband just took liberties because of the blackmail, Katie, and Dad had me entertain clients because he made sure they were recorded to use against me. You know he said I was his personal little whore." When she started to cry, the three of us were up and cuddling her like usual. "I know if I were to ever be with Mark, I'd feel nothing but love. And you should hate me, Katie..."

"Never," Katie assured her, "Not after everything we learned, Natalie."

Natalie calmed down, finishing breakfast before I took Natalie by the hand, leading her to her bedroom. I made sure we cuddled for a little while, Natalie cooing softly, admitting that she loved being held in my arms whenever we slept together. Katie appeared in the doorway, seeing her little sister snuggled against me, and her smile was warm and loving. She joined us on the bed, cuddling Natalie from behind, whispering that whenever she was ready, Natalie could enjoy my company alone, and maybe in the future, the three of us could enjoy time together.
"I did experiment when I was younger," Katie admitted, something I already knew anyway. I'd seen her kissing her best friend more than once.

That night, Katie had no embarrassment in taking my hand and leading me towards my bedroom, left thinking it was soon going to be our bedroom. She hadn't worn a bra or put on panties all day, so was nude in seconds, helping off my t-shirt and shorts, falling to her knees, and watching her eyes widen as she slowly lowered my underwear.

"Oh, this is very nice," she said softly, "Maybe I should call you big brother from now on?" Smiling up at me as her hand gently grasped my cock, she added, "Well, this was definitely worth waiting for. Do you love blowjobs, Mark?"

"Of course," I murmured as her hand started to stroke me.

"Good, because I promise that I'll always happily blow my little brother. And you can cum wherever you want. In my mouth. On my face. On my tits. All over my body. I'd love it if you filled my pussy all the time though."

"Fuck," I groaned as she ran her tongue up my shaft.

"And, of course, you'll get the pleasure of my tight little butt too, Mark. I've never had anal sex, but I promised myself that we would do everything together. I want to get kinky. Want to tie me up and spank me?"

I couldn't reply as I felt her soft lips wrap around my shaft as she lowered her head. Running my fingers through her hair, I couldn't believe how happy she looked, the sparkle in her eyes, as she slowly bobbed her head up and down my cock, feeling her other hand caressing my balls at the same time. I knew I wasn't going to last long as I'd been turned on like hell the previous night.

"Going to swallow?" I had to ask as I wasn't going to last much longer.

She removed her mouth, that same smile still on her face. "Always," she replied, "Whenever you cum in my mouth, I'll swallow it... Unless your other sister or mother is with me."

"Oh fuck..."

"Love that thought, handsome?"

Grabbing her hair, she smiled before swallowing my cock again, moving faster and faster as I felt my orgasm approaching quickly. The idea of both sisters on their knees before me was a real turn-on, but perhaps Katie and our mother? All three women had made it known that, after everything that happened, I was the only man they could ever really trust. And turning that trust into intimacy didn't seem to put any of us off. It would only bring us closer.

"Close," I moaned, her blue eyes opening wider as she readied herself for it. And when I groaned, feeling my cock start to throb as that first spurt erupted from my cock, she giggled with my cock still in her mouth as it was the best orgasm I could remember. Katie didn't spill a drop as she greedily swallowed everything, using her tongue to clean me up before she stood up, took my hand and led me to the bed.

"I love you," she said, her fingers caressing my cheek as I could only stare at her, feeling a renewed surge of love for what she'd just done for me, "Once we make love, Mark, that'll be it. That's our commitment to each other and our family. The only regret I have is that I'd met Richard and I missed being with you when you turned eighteen. How happy we could have been for a few years already."

"At least we have tonight and forever after this, Katie."

After going down on her again, assuring her I would do it every day for her in return, savouring her taste and enjoying the cries of pleasure that escaped her, I kissed up her body until she was underneath me, resting my cock against her and I could see the desire in her eyes.

"Please," she whimpered, "Make love to me, Mark."

I wanted it as much as she did, and we moaned softly in unison when I slowly slid my cock inside my sister for the first time. She blinked rapidly, leaning up to kiss me. Her pussy was tight, and it was hot. Sinking my entire length inside her, I smiled while kissing her as I felt her legs wrap around me, her hands running up to caress my back as I started to move.

"Oh fuck yes," she cried, kissing my cheek before I felt her teeth gently bite my shoulder, "Fuck me, Mark. Fuck your sister."

"So hot," I groaned, "I'm inside my big sister."

"Whoever says this is wrong is an idiot. My god, it's the best feeling ever already."

I tried not to thrust too fast, too quickly, thankful she'd already made me orgasm. Could have been embarrassing if I'd cum within a couple of minutes. Gazing into her blue eyes, they glistened as we both felt the emotion of the occasion. She kept her legs tight as I didn't want to cum just yet, her moans suggested I was touching places she really enjoyed.

"I love you so much," I whispered, "You were always my dream girl, Katie."

That earned one hell of a kiss as we started to move together, feeling her hips roll with my thrusts, and when she orgasmed, I had to give myself an imaginary fist pump. Belinda had always enjoyed orgasms when we were intimate, and the fact I could do the same for my sister made me feel ten-feet-tall. "Fuck me," she cried, "Fuck me, Mark. I need to feel you fill me up."

I didn't need an invitation, moving her legs so they were pulled right back, her knees hooked around my upper arms, as I really started to pump her, feeling even deeper inside her, and I knew I was rubbing her clit at the same time. We were soon moaning together, breathing heavily and our skin glistened with sweat in the low light of the lamp.

Warning her when I felt my orgasm getting closer, that seemed to urge her on even more, and when I felt her pussy tighten again as a second orgasm tore through her body, I pumped her perhaps a half dozen more times before I buried my cock and erupted again.

"That's it, handsome," Katie whispered, "Fill your sister's pussy. Put a baby in me."

"Oh fuck yeah," I grunted as I kept thrusting with each spurt of cum that filled her, "Lots of babies with my sister."

"You love that thought? Knocking me up over and over again?"

"Can't wait to see your belly swell with our baby, Katie."

I stopped moving as she was biting her bottom lip before she kissed me. "You mean that?" she asked softly.

"I figured it was something we'd need to talk about at some stage. But I know you want children."

"Our children, Mark..."

"Guess we'll need a lot more sex to practice then."

That made her laugh as I pulled out and we cuddled, our hands exploring each other's bodies as we made out before she snuggled against me. Giving me a few minutes to recover, I had to chuckle as I felt her soft, small hand eventually wrap around my cock. I was already semi-hard again anyway, but just her presence aroused me. What I didn't expect was to be rolled onto my back and for her to bring me to full hardness with her mouth before she moved up and lowered herself down on my cock.

I loved watching my sister ride my cock, hands at her hips for balance before she found her groove and my hands could move elsewhere, including those perfect breasts that swayed as she moved, or up to her face, making her smile as she grasped my wrist to hold my hand where it was.

"Fuck, I love your cock already," she moaned softly, "Waited too long to feel this inside me."

She enjoyed a couple of orgasms before she leaned down, my hands on her arse as we started to move together again. I wasn't ready to cum just yet, eventually rolling us over, her legs over my shoulders this time, as she grabbed the back of my head and growled that I should fuck my big sister hard.

What Katie wants, Katie gets, and when we were snuggling together later after I'd cum inside her again, she whispered that her pussy was feeling rather tender. When I joked that she wasn't going to get me hard again, she took that as a challenge, and when she was on her knees, head on a pillow looking back at me, she had that look on her face that suggested 'I told you so'.

That earned her a slap on each cheek which made her moan softly before I pulled her back so she was resting against my chest, turning her head so I could kiss her. "Going to take tomorrow off work so my brother can fuck me all day," she murmured.

Pushing her forward, I grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. Despite the fact she was feeling tender, she begged me to keep going until I came inside her yet again. I lasted quite a while before I did, and once I did cum, I slid out and collapsed onto the bed, my sister cuddling into me, immediately giggling. "Told you so," she whispered into my ear, "I'll always get my little brother nice and hard."

"Consider me told, but we need to work tomorrow."

"Going to be funny standing in front of class, feeling very tender between my legs. Good thing I teach primary school and they're still innocent."

Everyone was up for work the next morning at the same time. Mum couldn't stop smiling the entire time. Natalie hugged me as soon as I walked in dressed for work, leaning up to leave a soft kiss on my lips. "Heard you all last night, Mark," she said softly, "When I feel ready, I want the same. Katie assures me it will be okay. I know you'll be gentle with me."

"As long as everyone is okay with the idea."

"Look after your sisters, Mark. You are the man of the house now," Mum stated, "Though I still want my cuddles too."

"Anything else, in addition, Mum?" I wondered.

"Oh... Oh..." The smile that lit up her face was beautiful. "You mean that?"

"Mum, you need your boy between your legs," Katie stated, "And I tell you one thing. Your youngest son knows how to eat pussy."

"Oh my," Mum whispered, but the blush forming was simply adorable.

Natalie let me go so Mum could cuddle me, and she would have felt the erection pressing into her, as the idea of going down on my mature and beautiful mother was arousing, perhaps more than she would have realised. When she felt it press into her, her eyes met mine and I could see the arousal from her in return. "Oh baby," she whispered, "You really think I'm pretty?"

"You're gorgeous, Mum," I replied softly, caressing her cheek before I kissed her. It was no peck on the lips, not a full-on make-out session, but it was enough to suggest that, if everyone was okay with the idea, I'd happily spend time making my mother as happy as my sister.

"I'm over fifty years old, Mark..."

Natalie and Katie joined our cuddle, each kissing one of her cheeks. "Don't worry about that, Mum," Katie assured her, "I'm sure once he has you naked in bed, he'll love what he sees and you'll get the full treatment, just like me."

The entire week was fantastic. My good mood helped my performance at work, and friends and colleagues picked up on my renewed focus, admitting that my divorce was now confirmed, and I was now comfortable enough to move on. Each night, I returned home to three women who loved me almost unconditionally. Mum loved having three of her children back at home, and given that the three of us worked full-time, we practically ordered Mum to switch to part-time as we would look after her. She was happy to have dinner ready for us when we returned home, and although we pitched in for chores, Mum loved being a part-time housewife again.

Each evening, I'd find myself cuddled by two or all three. Katie wanted my attention but insisted that one night each week, I'd spend the night with Natalie, who practically wrapped her body against mine while sleeping, while Mum couldn't help gazing at me lovingly whenever I shared a bed with her. I think we were both nervous about turning our relationship intimate. Didn't stop us kissing in a manner that anyone else would believe I was in a relationship with an older woman.

As for Katie and me, the nights we were together, there was no hesitation in our lovemaking now. Although we discussed all the things we'd love to try together, during the week, we kept things nice and simple. Katie loved it whenever I went down on her, and she was the sort of woman who would happily return the favour. But it was when we made love that we grew closer with each passing time our bodies joined. Our love was already far more than that of those shared by siblings. I might, one day soon, share my love with my mother and my other sister, but Katie will always be the one closest to my heart.

"Oh fuck yes," she cried softly that Saturday night, watching her with a smile on my face as she bounced up and down on my cock, "My little brother has such a big fucking cock!"

"Sister pussy is best pussy!"

Leaning down to kiss me, her tongue exploring my mouth, she eventually lifted herself back enough to meet my eyes. "It was always your pussy, Mark," she moaned softly, "The day Mum brought you home from the hospital, I fell in love." She stopped moving, my cock buried to the base. "I loved helping her raise you. And when you turned into the man you are... I was both proud and a little jealous of all the girls who got to experience you first."

"But you have me now, Katie."

"I know." She started to rock her hips, knowing she was rubbing her clit against me, feeling her shudder as I knew another orgasm was close. "Oh fuck... I never came like this with him..."

"Because it's your brother's cock?"

Giggling, she leaned down to kiss me again. "I bet you cum harder when buried inside your sister." Then she did orgasm, holding her tight to my chest once it passed. "Maybe you'd love it just as much when you're inside our mother?" she teased.

"Think she has a tight pussy too?" I wondered.

"Considering you have a lovely thick cock, Mark..." Rolling her over, I started to pump her harder. "You like that though, Mark? Pumping your big cock into our mother, making her cum so hard... I bet it's been ages since she was properly fucked and had a young stud make her cum."

"You're a tease," I grunted as my own orgasm was close.

"I'm thinking that, one day soon, you're having a night with both sisters and Mum. We'll just make sure you're capable of filling each of us with a creamy load though only after we've all been on our knees to pleasure our man."

"I love you, Katie."

"I know you do, handsome." Kissing her softly, we fell silent until I did cum inside her again, Katie wrapping her legs around me as she loved the feeling of me finishing inside her. What surprised me is that she usually made Richard wear a condom, having admitted from early on that she did love him, but aware of her reputation, there was never complete trust.

When I could finally pull out of her, she immediately turned to get up, offering her hand. We didn't usually walk through the house naked unless we headed straight to the bathroom to shower together. When she led me to the living room, I wasn't hesitant but wondered where we were going. Then she turned to head towards the door of the master bedroom.

"Katie?"

She turned back and smiled. Opening the door, Mum was sitting back against the headboard of her bed, reading a book. Turning to look at us, her jaw dropped for a moment as she drank in our naked bodies before she started to chuckle.

"I wasn't expecting this tonight," she stated.

"Mark, get our mother out of bed and strip her naked."

Mum didn't hesitate in taking my hand as she threw back the covers and got to her feet. Just like her daughters, my mother wasn't particularly tall though the way she gazed up at me, I knew she wasn't worried about where the night was about to go. Helping take off her thin nightie, she wasn't wearing a bra, and the panties were far nicer than I would have thought.

"Wow," I whispered, running my fingers up and down her back, "You're fucking hot, Mum."

"You mean that?"

"Can I take off your panties?"

"Please, baby."

Down on a knee, Mum shuddered as carefully lowered her thin cotton panties, revealing a pussy that was furry, but I had a feeling she'd started keeping herself nice and neat. Running a hand up her inner thigh, she shuddered as I could feel how hot she was, and there was no missing the dampness of the panties I'd just taken off her.

Katie got up onto the bed as I stood up, placing a finger under Mum's chin and ensuring the next kiss was as passionate as I could manage. Wrapping my arms around her, she whimpered when my cock pressed into her.

"Mum, Mark is going to make love to you tonight," Katie stated in that sort of tone that would brook no argument, "He's just finished making love to me, so you don't have to suck his cock... Unless you want to taste my pussy... But I know he really wants to taste yours."

"Would you like that, Mum?" I wondered.

"I've played with myself so often the past couple of years, thinking about my little boy," she whispered, "It's why I never had a problem with you and Katie being together because of my own feelings."

Lowering Mum onto the bed, Katie rolled onto her side and kissed Mum on the cheek so I didn't waste any time spreading her slim legs and gazing at her pussy. Mum clearly blushed as I leaned down and inhaled her sweet scent before I ran my tongue gently up her slit.

"Baby," she whimpered, "You're licking me..."

"Going to do more than that tonight, Mum."

"Your son is going to make love to you, Mummy," Katie stated softly, "Now that we've been intimate, and we are committed, I want to share him with you. And when she's ready, Natalie will also have the joy of being with her little brother."

"What about you, Katie?" Mum moaned softly as my tongue got to work.

"Next time, Mum. This is about you and your son. And I want to watch as I love you both so much. I'll never be jealous when you want time with Mark, and I'll feel the same way when Natalie is with him. She needs him more than anyone. She's so in love with him but she's scared and traumatised after everything she's been through."

"I know," Mum whimpered as my tongue slowly sank into her pussy, wrapping my arms around her thighs, "Oh god... His tongue is in my pussy, Katie!"

"He's going to make you cum so hard, Mummy..."

Mum whimpered and moaned for the next few minutes, her body writhing as I kept hold of her thighs. When she started to press down into my mouth, I moved up to give her clit some attention and that almost set her off immediately. Katie moved closer, running her fingers up and down her body from her neck to just above her pussy.

I savoured her taste. It was different to Katie and Belinda. Perhaps a slightly stronger taste than her daughter. I figured that was due to her being a little older. I knew that women of my mother's age could also go through significant changes that would affect her sex drive, but it seemed my mother wasn't having any issues. Her pussy was dripping wet by the time she enjoyed an orgasm, and I didn't want to stop quickly.

"Keep going, Mark," Katie told me, "Make her cum again."

"Oh god, baby!" Mum cried out, lifting her legs back and holding them underneath her knees, spreading a little wider, "Get your tongue nice and deep."

"Whatever Mummy wants," I replied, looking up and quickly kissing her before I returned to her pussy, sliding a pair of fingers inside her. Another orgasm arrived within a couple of minutes once I found her special spot, and she was soon whimpering for me not to stop. Hearing my mother orgasm was such a turn-on, I could only keep going for a little longer, giving her a couple more before I had to remove my fingers, smiling when Katie happily sucked them clean before I sat up and rested my cock against Mum's pussy.

"Yes, baby," she said softly, "I need you too, Mark. I need my son like my daughter needs her brother."

Slowly sliding my cock inside her, I groaned in amazement at how tight she felt, and the fact she was hot to trot didn't surprise me at all. Mum's face lit up with a beautiful smile as I buried my cock inside her, leaning down to kiss her softly. "I love you, Mum," I whispered once I was buried.

"God, I love you so much too, baby," she whispered, "And thank you for this, Katie."
"When me and my sister are here together, we're going to clean up all his cum from your pussy, Mum."

Making love to my mother was a wonderful experience. Loved feeling her fingers trailing up and down my arms and back. Her smooth legs against my torso. The fact her pussy seemed to suck my cock deeper and it was obvious she was desperate for me to cum inside her. Each kiss spoke volumes of our love for each other. I was in love with my sister, but I'd always loved my mother nearly as much.

Then she had another orgasm with my cock buried inside her and she couldn't contain her emotions any longer, needing a little cry as I placed my head next to hers on the pillow, feeling her arms and legs wrap around me as I kept gently thrusting into her. "That's it, baby," she cried softly, "Make love to your mother. I'll never not want to feel my little boy inside me."

"Wish we'd started earlier?"

Making her chuckle made me feel better. "I bet I'm not the only one thinking that."

We didn't speak until I came inside her, feeling her legs tighten as she no doubt felt each pulse of my cock as I filled her pussy. Leaving it buried inside her, I lifted my head up so I could see her eyes, leaving a soft kiss on her lips as Katie shuffled closer, kissing Mum on the cheek before I turned my head so I could kiss her too.

"We're sleeping in here tonight, Mum. You get to snuggle with your son, and I'll cuddle you as well."

"Go get your sister," Mum suggested to Katie, "We can't leave her alone."

I had pulled out with Mum spooned against me when Natalie appeared with Katie behind her. To see my other sister smile widely as she noticed her mother and brother having obviously been intimate made me feel better. She didn't get naked but did happily slide under the covers into our mother as Katie settled behind her. It was all rather snug with four of us on the bed.

"Did you make love, Mum?" Natalie asked.

"I did, sweetie."

"Was it as wonderful as I knew it would be?"

"Even better, sweetie."

Waking up the next morning, I was on my back, the sheets were pulled back, and there were not two but three naked women on their knees looking down at me. Katie wasn't a surprise at all, Mum was a slight surprise, but when I met the blue eyes of my other sister, and I got a first look at her naked body, she leaned up and left a soft kiss on my lips. "I love you, Mark. I wish you were my first," she whispered, "You were always the best of them."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Mark, you were always going to have three lovers after everything. What you've always done for us regardless, the way you took charge and ensured you would look after your sisters and mother. I fell in love with you the day you simply held me in your arms and told me how much you loved me after everything that happened to us. I knew I had a piece of your heart in that moment."

"You always did, Natalie, even when things were not great."

Having three women pleasuring you at once is something most men would never have the joy of experiencing. Having blown me plenty of times already, Katie took a backseat as Mum proved rather quickly that she had talent, while Natalie didn't hesitate in taking my cock into her throat, stating that while she'd given a lot of blowjobs, due to the blackmail, it simply ensured she was talented when it came to pleasing her little brother.

I was far too aroused to last long, my two sisters agreeing that Mum should be the one to take a load in her mouth for the first time. Watching my mother's head bobbing up and down on my cock is a scene that would live long in the memory, but knowing she swallowed all my cum when I finally orgasmed was even better.

"Time to return the favour," I stated, "And I think my other sister needs to have her brother finally pleasure her."

Katie had a little fur over her pussy. Mum had what I'd term a mature pussy. Natalie was completely bare, admitting she preferred it as it made her feel younger when she looked into the mirror when masturbating. She spread her legs nice and wide, beckoning me with a finger as we shared one hell of a steamy kiss, whispering our love for each other as I slowly moved down her body. Her breasts were smaller than her sister's and mother's, no more than a B-cup, her nipples hard and ready for my attention.

Kissing down her toned body, I savoured her scent before I just buried my face between her legs and went to town on her. Mum and Katie sat to either side and as I gazed up, I noticed the three of them starting to share some soft kisses. Making my other sister orgasm for the first time was beautiful, Natalie making these adorable little moans and squeaks that had Katie giggling away.

"Make love to her," Mum insisted, "Make love to your other sister, Mark. It's time to claim all three of us as yours."

Natalie nearly burst into tears when I slid my cock inside her for the first time. "You should have been my first," she whimpered, "I knew Katie should have been yours..."

"You were always special to me, Natalie."

She smiled before kissing me. "I know. Now make love to me. It's finally happening, Mark. We've waited long enough."

I ensured that it was lovemaking as we were all aware of how she'd been treated by our father, brothers and heaven only knew who else over the years. Her pussy was tighter than I thought it would be, and she was complimenting me on how thick I felt as I started to pump her a little faster. She dug her fingers into my back, bending her legs so she could rest them against my torso.

"Fuck me, little brother," she moaned, "Fuck your big sister!"

"He's fucking his two big sisters from now on," Katie added with amusement, Natalie turning her head to kiss her sister, "And I can't wait to fool around with you too."

"I want you three to have fun too," I grunted, "Though only if you want that."

Natalie kissed me hard. "Later. Right now, I want to feel you fill my pussy, Mark. Prepare my pussy for when you put a baby in me."

That brought me to a halt, my cock buried inside her, unable to stop smiling as I glanced between my two sisters, Katie grinning broadly at me. "You mean that?" I asked.

"Of course. I've always wanted to have babies. You're making your two sister's into mothers, Mark."

"Okay," I replied simply, kissing her before I resumed thrusting. Feeling her legs wrap around me was the signal for me to go faster, and when I finally came again, I heard her choke back a sob as she whispered how much she loved me. I could only return similar words of love, leaving a series of soft kisses on her lips as Mum and Katie cuddled into us.

After I pleasured Katie and my mother with my mouth, ensuring they also enjoyed a couple of orgasms each, we headed separately to the two bathrooms in the house for a shower. Katie and Natalie walked away hand in hand to the main bathroom, Mum giggling away as I lightly spanked her bum as we headed towards her ensuite bathroom.

It took all of a few minutes before I was hard again, Mum leaning against the tiled wall as I slid inside her tight pussy once again. The previous night had been tender lovemaking. This time, it was pure fucking, and I had a feeling my mother absolutely loved it as she was begging me to fuck her harder and harder after only a couple of minutes. When I did finally cum inside her again, she turned around after I pulled out and kissed me hard.

"Just what I needed, baby," she murmured, "I can't wait for the next few years together."

"I love you, Mum," I said softly, "I'm so sorry about everything."

"I'm not," she replied, to my slight surprise, in all honesty. Resting a hand on my chest, she dazzled me with a loving smile. "You're a far better man than your father and brothers. And the fact his parents have said little about everything that happened speaks volumes. You've always had my heart, Mark. You were such a wonderful surprise."

Once everyone was dressed, I told them I was treating them to breakfast, conversation flowing during the drive to a nearby café, ensuring we all ate enough to replace any energy that might be required, as I had a feeling I might be in for a fun-filled day. I was right as I ended up fooling around with my two sisters and mother throughout the day. Natalie wanted to blow me until completion, Mum wanted me to lick her pussy and Katie bent over the kitchen table and demanded I fuck her.

In bed with Katie that night, we were cuddling together though she disappeared for a moment, returning with a smirk on her face, beckoning me to follow her. Walking through the dark house, we arrived at our mother's bedroom door, finding Mum and Natalie cuddling in bed together. They were not making love, but it was obvious our mother was going out of her way to assure her youngest daughter of her love. It was beautiful to watch them kiss and caress each other. Katie took my hand and led me back to our bedroom so we could resume making love.

The next few weeks were the most blissful of my life. I would arrive home from work to be greeted by my mother each day with a hug and kiss, asking me about my day as she would sit next to me on the couch, curling her legs so she could lean against me. Katie would sometimes be home before me, but being a teacher wasn't the profession everyone thought it was. She would sometimes do long hours in her office to prepare lesson plans and complete marking. As for Natalie, she'd found a secretarial job at a firm in the city, usually arriving home before me, but she was starting to branch out and make friends.

Katie proved that she wanted to do everything with me, as within a month of our physical relationship starting, we started to experiment together with the idea of adding Natalie and Mum at a later date.

I had no idea what she had planned until I arrived home on a Friday night to find her waiting in the living room for me. Leaving a soft kiss on my lips as a way of greeting, I couldn't help marvelling at the black baby doll she was wearing that left little to the imagination. "Mark... I've been wearing a plug all day for the past week in preparation for tonight," she told me.

"Seriously?"

"I told you I wanted to do everything with you. This is the first thing. If I don't like it, we won't do it again, but I love feeling the plug inside me, and I have a feeling that sliding your cock inside my tight little butt for the first time might be uncomfortable at first, but I reckon I'll love it later."

"Mum and Natalie?"

"Treated them to a night out. They'll be back later, but I wanted the house only for us while we do this. I want to make love first before we order some food in, then we'll eat before we continue making love." She rested her hands on my chest, leaning up to kiss me. "You're making love to me only one particular way tonight, little brother, though I hope your tongue ends up where it usually does first."

Within a couple of minutes, we were naked on our bed, Katie with her legs spread wide as I was busy licking her pussy to one orgasm after the other. She knew how much I loved her taste, savoured her scent, enjoyed making her orgasm, and all the noises she made as her brother pleasured her.

Flipping her over, she lifted her arse as I wiggled the plug in her bottom, one of those plugs with the jewelled base. The lube was resting on the nightstand, lubing up my cock before I carefully took the plug out of her and lubed her up. When she glanced back with a smile on her face, I teased her before placing the head of my cock against her.

"Do it, handsome," she said softly, "Fuck your big sister in the butt!"

I couldn't help chuckling at the enthusiasm before I leaned forward to kiss her, gently pressing my cock against her again and pushing forward. The plug she'd been wearing certainly helped prepare her as the head of my cock slid in far easier than I would have imagined. I still felt her clench, stopping as she got used to having my cock inside her, slowly sliding inch after inch inside her, groaning in delight at how hot and tight her arse was.

As soon as I was buried, I stopped and let her adjust, getting comfortable, before she glanced back again. The desire in her eyes told me she was ready, gently thrusting into her a few times. When she moaned loudly, I knew she was okay, moving my hands from her hips to stroke her back before they ended up resting on her shoulders.

"Oh god, fuck me," she groaned, "So good, Mark. So fucking good."

"Doing this again?"

"God yes. Definitely going to want to feel your big cock where it is."

The fact I finished quickly probably didn't surprise her considering she hadn't blown me before. Feeling me cum inside her arse for the first time made her giggle, lifting herself up to rest against my chest as my hands moved to caress her chest. Turning her head to kiss me, the gaze in her eyes made me swallow as it was obvious how aroused she was.

"I love you so fucking much, Mark," she said softly.

"When do you want to start trying to start a family of our own?"

"You're in the wrong hole for that," she replied, giggling to herself, before she kissed me again, "But I want to start trying soon."

It wasn't a surprise to either of us that I barely went soft, only pulling out so more lube could be applied, and I ended up on my back as she wanted to be in control the next time. That allowed me access to her pussy, and I loved making her cum hard as she bounced up and down on my cock, buried in her arse, while I used my thumb to fondle her clit. Feeling her clench on my cock with each orgasm simply made them even more powerful for her, whimpering and moaning before she finally collapsed onto my chest, running my fingers up and down her back as she took a series of deep breaths.

"Intense," she murmured, "Very intense."

"What do you want after dinner?"

"I want to snuggle and make love... And you're still going to bury your big cock in my butt!"

By the time I heard my mother and other sibling arrive home, Katie was fast asleep in my arms. Mum poked her head through the open doorway and smiled at the sight of my older sister snuggled up in my arms. "Did she enjoy it?" Mum whispered.

"She loved it. And she wants you to try it too."

"Next weekend, baby. I hated it during the few times I did it with your father because he was an arsehole. I know you'll be gentle with me."

"Of course."

Natalie was full of questions the next morning as she admitted to having had a lot of anal sex. It was something we knew about considering everything we'd witnessed. She told us that our father had insisted on it as often as having access to her pussy, and that most of the men she was sent to 'entertain' also expected access to her mouth, pussy and arse. Like her mother, she never enjoyed it, but was willing to try it with her little brother because Katie couldn't stop praising me for how I was with her the previous night.

Mum might not have enjoyed anal sex with her ex-husband, but she absolutely loved it with her son, and it was a fantastic night together the very next weekend. Like her daughter, she loved being taken from behind first before she rolled onto her back, burying my cock deep and I loved feeling her move her hips, and when she enjoyed an orgasm without touching her pussy, the look of wonder on her face made me laugh. Sitting down for breakfast with my sisters the next morning, Mum couldn't stop smiling, and she was adamant that, one night very soon, she was going to ensure her son spent an entire weekend 'nailing his three women in the arse'.

With Natalie, it was a little different because of the coercion and blackmail. Unlike Katie and Mum, she didn't want it done in privacy, she wanted them present as, in her mind, it would make it more special. Unlike her sister and mother, I was on my back with Natalie in control the entire time. She almost freaked out, me, my sister and mother all assuring her it was okay if she didn't want to do it.

But when she finally slid down my cock, savouring the tightness of her arse, the smile on her face suggested that she would eventually enjoy it just like her sister and mother. I left her in complete control until she leaned forward, leaving a soft kiss on my lips, running my hands down to rest on her pert little butt.

"Fuck me," she whispered, "I can handle it because it's you, Mark."

When she fell asleep against me later that night, the smile on her face suggested she'd loved every minute. And like with her mother and sister, it quickly became a staple of our sex life.

Katie and I spent a lot of time experimenting. She enjoyed being tied up and teased; tied up and fucked; tied up and denied an orgasm, brought to the brink over and over again. She started wearing clothing that she knew would arouse me. She took to using toys to tease me. When she was off from school during holiday periods, I'd arrive home to find her and our mother waiting for me most of the time. There's nothing better than walking through the front door of your home to find your sister and mother naked, on their knees, waiting to pleasure you.

Even better when they want you to cum on their faces.

Arriving home on a Friday was always a sense of relief. I loved my job, but it was an intense job with little chance to relax during the day. Being greeted by at least two women I love each night was always wonderful, but it was Friday which was special. Two days ahead where I would spend as much time as possible enjoying the company of my mother and two sisters. Mum would never fail to greet me with a long cuddle and the sort of kiss no other mother and son likely enjoyed. If they did, they kept it in secret like we did. As for my sisters, the greeting was always a promise of much more to come.

What I knew is that my mother hadn't been so happy in years. I hadn't been aware of all the issues in her marriage to her husband, slowly learning more with each discussion that ended up talking about the past. I was more than aware of his disdain for me growing up, but I learned more about my parents' marriage with each passing week. Mum always said her view was biased, but I was more than aware my father was an arsehole.

"Did you never suspect anything about him and Natalie?" I had to ask one evening.

"Katie was never a daddy's girl growing up. She was always closer to me, so when it was obvious Natalie was very much a daddy's girl, I thought nothing of it. I always figured most daughters were closer to their fathers. Did I suspect what he was doing once she started working for him? Not at all. Natalie obviously had to be careful, while I was sure your father had been cheating on me for years. I just didn't rock the boat too much as I was comfortable, and I just cut the bastard off anyway."

"Did you ever consider... You know, an affair?"

Mum smiled while taking my hand. "Only with one man," she said softly, leaning over to kiss my cheek, "Katie isn't the only one who would have loved to be with you on your eighteenth, Mark. The idea of sliding into your bed, taking your cock in my mouth before I mounted and rode you nice and slow..."

"I would have loved it too, Mum," I replied.

"You still think I'm sexy, even as old as I am?"

"Isn't fifty the new forty? Mum, trust me on this, you're still hot."

"Thank you, baby." She sighed, cuddling into me. "Obviously, your father liked having his wife at home while he was busy fucking anything far younger than himself. What he did to Natalie... I understood why she didn't want to go through the courts, but I do wonder about all the other young women who have worked for the company. And if I think about it, I wouldn't be surprised if his father did the same thing. It's probably the only way George managed to get laid most of the time. I still wonder about Cathy and why she ever married him."

"I know of everything that happened, but..."
"George was always a loser, Mark. The moment he learned he was always going to inherit the business; he stopped trying because he was getting the silver spoon. You were right about one thing. He's going to drive that business into the ground. If James ever returns, he might just keep it going. I don't suppose..."

"God no. Fuck the business. It means nothing to me."

While my relationship with Katie grew stronger with each passing day, and Mum was happier than ever as she could mother her three children, while Natalie was increasingly confident and happy in her own life, I knew there was something more I could do for her. Despite my still relative youth to many of my contemporaries in the company I worked for, I required a personal assistant to help me with day-to-day business. Approaching my boss about the idea forming in my mind, I was surprised when he shrugged and said it was my decision about who to recruit, my current P.A having taken a job elsewhere in the company. I was sad to lose her, as she was fantastic in her role and we had a great relationship, but I understood her desire to progress.

Greeting the family arriving home that same evening, I asked Natalie to meet me in her bedroom as I wanted to discuss the idea I had. Sitting next to her on the edge of the bed, I asked a blunt question. "Do you enjoy your job?"

The shrug wasn't a surprise. "It's better than working for Dad. At least I don't have to worry about my current boss making me do things."

"How would you like to come to work for your brother?"

Watching the smile form made me feel better as I had worried that she would say no. I would have understood, the fact she wanted to build her own career, but she didn't hesitate in excitedly telling me that she loved the idea. When I told Katie, she smiled and pulled Natalie aside, disappearing into Katie's now unused bedroom, which was used only to keep her clothes and other things.

When they disappeared together on Saturday, it gave Mum and me a chance to have some fun in the bedroom, hearing my sisters giggling away when they arrived home a few hours later to find Mum happily bouncing up and down on my cock.

"God, we can't leave these two alone at all," Katie stated, trying to sound exasperated and failing, "Mother, you get enough of his cock!"

"No, I don't," Mum moaned, starting to grind away on me as it was the best way to really orgasm hard, her hands on my chest as she gazed into my eyes, "I'll never get enough of my little boy's big cock."

"Well, while you two finish each other off, Natalie is going to get changed."

When they left, Mum leaned down to kiss me before I rolled her over onto her back, her eyes widening before a smile formed as I started to fuck her. "Love mother's pussy, baby?" she asked softly.

"Shame I can't put a baby in you too, Mum."

Stifling a sob, her hand caressed my cheek. "I would have loved nothing more than to carry my son's baby," she whispered, "I can't even begin to truly express all my feelings that I feel, baby."

"I think I have an idea considering we're making love, Mum."

After I'd cum inside her, we cuddled afterwards, Mum facing me, happy to rest her head against my chest as I lovingly stroked her back. I was still amazed at how natural it felt. Making love to Katie had been something we'd both wanted for years. But making love to my mother wasn't something I'd ever thought would happen, but the first moment I slid my cock inside her, it felt just as right.

Katie's head appeared in the doorway, smiling as always when noticing our very naked mother cuddled into my body. "Mark, want to join me in the living room?"

"Sure. We'll just put something on."

Sitting next to her on the couch a couple of minutes later, Katie to my left, Mum to my right, Natalie walked out in what she'd obviously bought. To say that she was going with the sultry, slutty and sexy secretary look wouldn't be an understatement. The blouse and skirt combination was fantastic, I loved thigh-high stockings and heels, but the way she'd worn her heels and a pair of thin black framed glasses just heightened my immediate arousal.

When she lowered herself to her knees between my legs, running her hands up my thighs, she smiled at me. "Is there anything you need, sir?" she breathed, "Maybe something to take the edge off before the start of the day?"

"I'm going to find you distracting, aren't I?"

"I'll blow you while sitting under your desk, and at lunchtime, you can bend me over the same desk and fill my pussy or arse with all your cum. But I also know what you need from me in a professional sense. I'll be the best possible personal assistant, but more importantly, I'll be working for the man I'm in love with."

It was the first time she'd said she was in love with me. Lifting her up to straddle my lap, I kissed her softly before she cuddled against me. "About time you said it like that," Katie stated, "Because, frankly, Mum and I have known for a long time now."

"I didn't feel worthy," Natalie whispered, earning a tighter cuddle from her brother.

"You're worthy of that and far more," I assured her.

It was almost like the final piece in the puzzle as Natalie had never seemed happier when she started to work as my assistant. It gave us time to drive to and from the office together, and although we were close, it was during those drives that we really connected. She'd never been an outsider, but having found her place in the world again, it was clear to see that she was also closer to her sister and mother.

When everything happened with our family, it was almost like we were staring into the abyss. Other families may have completely fallen apart at the time, but it was the strength of our mother, the love I had for Katie, and the care we had for Natalie, which ensured that the four of us would forge an ever stronger bond with each other.

And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

*****

Epilogue - Ten Years Later

I loved arriving home to be greeted by all the people I loved. Katie would be home from another day teaching a bunch of screaming young children. I had no idea how she did it sometimes. On the days she didn't work, Natalie would wander out from the kitchen to greet me with a smile and a kiss. Mum would be pottering around the house somewhere, always ready to greet her son with one hell of a cuddle.

Then the kids would all be shouting 'Daddy!' as they ran to be picked up and hugged to death.

It didn't take long until Katie and Natalie both expressed their desire to start our family. And they must have been incredibly fertile, I had strong swimmers, or we were just lucky as both sisters were pregnant very quickly. And it was trying to fall pregnant that we enjoyed our first threesomes, the sisters agreeing to fall pregnant at the same time, at least for their first child.

With Katie, we have two daughters and a son. With Natalie, we have a son and a daughter.

I loved being a father. Katie is a natural mother, but Natalie, who had doubted herself for so long... As soon as she held our son in her arms for the first time, she immediately stated she would only ever work part-time from now on as she would always be home in time when it came to them starting school. She'd done a lot of thinking during the pregnancy.

Mum loved being a grandmother, but it also brought the four of us even closer still. Despite being in her sixties, she still has a libido. Yes, it's slowed down over the years, but she still loves to spend a night with her son at least once a week, while she loves to fool around with her two daughters from time to time.

Natalie has never been happier. She works from 10am to 2pm for me each day, ensuring she's seen the kids off to school and is back home in time to either pick them up or greet them at the front door. She loves being the 'fun auntie' to the kids I have with Katie, and though she spoils our children rotten, we've also made sure that they're raised correctly. They are polite, well-mannered and respectful, but we've made sure that they are raised in a home of love.

And then there is Katie. The love of my life. Mum and Natalie are not jealous when I refer to Katie as that. We wear rings to show our commitment to each other. She calls me her husband, I call her my wife. The only regrets we share are those we already know, sometimes wondering what our lives would be if we'd started our relationship when I was eighteen. But although our relationship eventually started from heartache and the near destruction of our family, we are now bonded in more ways than one.

John passed away a couple of years ago. The four of us didn't attend the funeral. George has remarried and now runs the business. How well is it going? I don't know and simply don't care. James returned to the city to help run the business. I've left him alone. As for my ex-wife, she's remarried and seems to be happy. We do chat occasionally, and I simply wish her the best.

I'm aware our family is unconventional, and should our relationships ever be discovered, we know we'd be in a lot of trouble. Our children will not know the truth until they are old enough to understand. All they know is that they have four adults in their lives who do their best to ensure they are safe, happy and loved.

"You know, I wouldn't change a thing, Mark," Katie whispered one night as we lay back in bed, my chest rising and falling as I recovered from another round of intense lovemaking.

"Not even the fact we did lose a few years we could have had together?"

"I think the fact we were both a little more mature helped us. We knew the risks of our relationship. Now we've been together over ten years, we have children, we have a niece and nephew, Mum is still as happy as she's ever been, and we have a sister as in love with us as we love her."

"So what will the future bring us?" I wondered.

"I don't know, Mark. All I know is that we'll face it together. I love you."

"I love you," I replied softly.

I'd stared into the abyss when my marriage collapsed and our family fell apart. But I didn't fear the future. Now when it was alongside her.