Saving My Soul
The love of his family saves a young man from himself.
A/N - Hello. So if you're a regular reader of my stories, you'll know that most have been about my homeland, just little nuggets about our history and culture. This story is a little bit different. I've watched a couple of documentaries over the years about the porn industry, which were mostly in regards to its more negative aspects. Think one was called 'The Dark Side of Porn', the other 'When Porn Ends...' They were both on Netflix at the time (I'm talking a few years back now, when Netflix was at least somewhat decent.)

They were rather eye-opening to watch. There are also plenty of articles on the internet about the industry, the realities of a film set and filming, the lives of those who star in porn, and some of the stories are just wild. There was a mixture of positive and negative viewpoints regarding those articles. So I thought I'd build a story around all the above, while still attempting to somehow build a romance with all that happening or having happened. Hopefully it works and you'll enjoy it.

Note there are references to hard drug use, drinking, promiscuous sex and basically living life to excess and beyond in the first part of the story. While this story doesn't necessarily reflect any personal opinions of the author regarding the industry, I think you'll find there is a rather negative view lingering through the first part. It has been taken that way purely in regards to the story and plot.

I'm also aware the first part of the story perhaps won't interest some people but it's all in regards to setting up the second half of the story.

Usual caveats. All editing and reviewing done by the author with Microsoft Word. Spelling is usually spot on. Australian / British English. Definitely the occasional typo. Grammar can be ropey at times, but it's been a long time since I sat in a classroom. All mistakes owned up to by the author. Please remember this is only fantasy and I'm an amateur, as in, I don't get paid for this. I write because it's a hobby.

Comments and feedback appreciated as always.

*****

I hadn't grown up hoping to be in my current profession. Yet I bet there are thousands, if not millions of young men, who would give their left nut to be in my position. You watch a porno, see a hot woman or two being fucked by a guy, and you were wishing or hoping that one day, that man might be you. But, trust me on this one, after years of experience, you have to be a special kind of person, whether male, female or something else, to survive in this industry. Very few thrive. Most of us are chewed up and spat out.

It had started innocently enough, I guess. My high school girlfriend, Bethany, was attractive, and I wasn't too bad on the eyes myself. She was petite, blonde, blue eyes, a firm arse and, despite her short stature, a fantastic pair of legs. By the time I hit nineteen, I was tall, broad, tanned, and I'd been blessed with an above average cock. Not going to brag about inches, length or girth. Just that it was a good size.

Neither of us had gone to university and, living in a small apartment, we were struggling to make ends meet every week. So when she approached me one day about starting an online account for one of those 'content creator' websites, specifically adult content, I was a little sceptical at first. Then she smiled and straddled my lap.

"Baby, while I might take a few nudes, I'm thinking we fuck on camera and make money that way."

"Won't people who know us..."

"I don't really mind, but doesn't the idea of fucking me on camera excite you? Just think, while men and women watching it would love to be in either position, you're the man fucking me. I'm the one sucking your big cock. You're the one licking my pussy, then sliding your big cock inside me, taking my pussy or arse, then you can cum on my face. I've done my research and people will pay a lot of money if we do specialty videos."

"How much are we talking here?"

Bethany smiled broadly at me. "Thousands, Mark. We'll make more in a week than what both of us pull in a month."

"Anyone else you know who does this?"

She blushed and I figured a couple of close friends had likely already given her advice. "Yeah, a girl from work is a content creator. She takes photos and does solo videos. Another girl I know creates content with her boyfriend and a girlfriend. They make bank."

Kissing me softly, I had reservations, but once she'd slid off my lap, unzipped my jeans and taken my cock in her mouth, I guess having sex on film wasn't too much of an issue. I'd rather not have my face on camera, but my girlfriend was hot and I was confident I'd have no performance issues, at least. And making her orgasm on film would certainly be an ego boost.

Thankfully, she gave me a few days to think about it. I didn't really feel confident enough to chat to any of my family about it, so that left a couple of close friends. Of course, they just heard about all the sex I'd likely have and thought I'd be stupid to turn it down. Talking to one of Bethany's best friends, she was aware of her idea and thought it would be good to do for a year or two as we'd make tens of thousands for very little work. All we needed was a camera, an internet connection, and perhaps a few sex toys if things got kinky.

Bethany gave me a week before she cautiously approached me about her idea. Sitting next to me on our couch, curling up and snuggling into me, she rested a hand on my chest as I felt her kiss my cheek. "Thought about it, baby?"

"I have."

"And?"

"Okay."

She sat up on her knees, turning to see a glorious smile, the same one I'd fallen in love with over the years we'd been dating. "Really?"

I couldn't help smiling at her enthusiasm. "Yes, sweetheart. But if we're going to do this, we're going to do it properly."

To say Bethany fucked me into the mattress that evening wouldn't be wrong. It was a sign of things to come.

We figured out that just fucking on camera wasn't enough. We saved a bit of money so she could buy a few sexy outfits. We fixed up our bedroom so it looked nice on camera. I was already a gym user but doubled my efforts to get myself looking even better. Bethany was naturally fit, with perfect B-cup breasts and, as I said earlier, an arse that was just sensational. She kept her pussy shaved but now had it waxed.

The first time we filmed ourselves was just for us, to watch back afterwards. Doing that a couple more times helped us understand how to position ourselves, where to put the camera, but the one thing we didn't want to do was act. We agreed we couldn't exactly 'make love' on camera, but it wasn't just going to be mindless sex. We still thought it could be somewhat intimate.

Bethany started the account and I was the one who took nude photos of her. Part of me was still worried about that, but in the end, guys might look at her photos and jerk off, but I was the one who slept next to her, got to fuck her, and spent my time with her. The only concern I had was being out with her and men, and even women, recognising her. I wasn't sure how either of us would react to that.

The first time I appeared in any way was in photos of her sucking my cock. Those received plenty of attention, and that's when guys started to show a jealous side, wondering who she was sucking off. Some of the comments were disgusting, but most guys just said I was a lucky son of a bitch. Some even complimented me on my size, and once photos appeared of us doing other things, some women were also commenting about my above average appendage.

Bethany showed me how much we made in those first two months before we starting making videos. By that stage, I was comfortable with her nude form being online as I was surprised at how unworried I was about it all. But we both knew that, once we started filming and uploading, we'd likely start making more money. In addition, we started advertising that we'd make specialty photos and videos for a larger fee.

It was a little awkward at first. I'll admit that. Most people don't want to see the male in porn, unless they're watching gay porn. Bethany was centre of attention, but what made me feel great about myself was that she didn't fake it. I'd been with her long enough to know when she was, and we'd discussed it not long after we'd started our sexual relationship. I'd rather she be honest and admit it wasn't working, then I'd improve for her.

After half a dozen videos or so, we'd improved enough that our subscription rate exploded. Men loved her, women loved me, and many thought we looked fantastic when fucking on camera. Occasionally, we'd make love and those were some of our most popular videos, almost forgetting the camera was rolling. Did our videos end up elsewhere? Sure, there wasn't a whole lot we could do about it. Did it worry us? No, we knew it would happen and, quite frankly, the money rolling in meant we didn't really have to worry about it.

We eventually quit working full-time elsewhere as we focused on making more and more content. When Bethany suggested I start posing and release the content aimed for both men and women, I surprised myself at how quickly I agreed. Bethany loved taking provocative photos of me, I returned the favour on her, then we'd produce a film. We made a real team and, despite what we were doing, we were falling even more in love with each other. There was never a suggestion of inviting others to join in. The only thing we did was add further things to our lovemaking. Our first anal sex video was an immediate hit. Fucking her arse while fucking her pussy with a large dildo was even more popular. I must have covered her entire body in cum at one point.

Then there were the specialty videos. The number of people out there with a foot fetish was amazing. Some wanted me to lick her feet and toes. Others wanted me to fuck them. Some wanted her to give me a footjob. And most wanted me to cum on them. BDSM was also popular, and it was amusing that while most wanted her tied up, some wanted her to dominate me. The list of what some people wanted had us discussing how far we wanted to go, but when people were throwing literally thousands and thousands of dollars at us to do it, well, we couldn't really turn them down.

Eighteen months into this, Bethany received an email. I don't think either of us thought it would ever be anything more than amateur, but the email would change our lives. It was from a film producer in the United States. They'd seen her photos and our videos. Bethany had never considered that she would become a professional, but when she told me about the email, and the invite we both had to fly there, while we both had reservations, I was almost left thinking 'We've come this far, why not get paid even more for it?'

We knew nothing about the industry apart from a few online articles. We both thought we were already fucking on film. If we managed to break in, there was a chance we'd make more money and live comfortably. The only question we both had was 'Would we end up having to fuck other people? And if we did that, how would our relationship survive?'

Telling our families that we were heading off didn't surprise them. By this stage, they'd all learned what we were doing. My two sisters and mother were not happy that I was heading off to perhaps become a porn star. Her family was a little supportive in the fact it was her life and she was free to choose what to do with it.

Seeing us off at the airport, I could see my mother, in particular, wasn't happy. "I just know it's not an easy life, Mark, and let's be honest. The market is more about her, not you. I've done my research about this. Are you really sure this is what you want to do?"

"You haven't seen us on film, Mum. Trust me, we look hot together."

"And what if she ends up being contracted to do it with other people?" Charlotte asked, my older sister.

It was the question I'd been asking myself since she'd replied to the email, confirming our interest. At heart, I knew that she would eventually end up being filmed with other men. And if that was the case, then if they approved of me, perhaps I'd get a gig or two in films. I knew that very few men made it big in straight porn. But I also knew that some actresses could demand to only film with particular men, and if Bethany wanted to, could perhaps demand she only work with me.

I didn't believe that would actually work. I was still wrapping my head around the possibilities.

"I'll miss you," Sally whispered, my younger sister who'd just turned eighteen.

I hugged the three other women in my life. My father was no longer around, as he'd left my mother years ago and now lived in another city with his new family. Mum had a couple of sisters, who I was close to growing up, and I had a half dozen cousins I'd see during major events. As for Bethany, her parents and brother were seeing us off. Since I'd been with her for years, they loved me like a son, though I think her brother had grown to dislike me, thinking I was the one who convinced her to do this.

Greeted at LAX by someone from the film studio, he was friendly enough but, within ten minutes, he was completely ignoring me and badly flirting and hitting on Bethany. She saw through it, holding my hand the entire time. We were taken to a small apartment first, told we would be given a couple of days to acclimatise and recover from our jet-lag. If we wanted to sight-see, all we needed to do was call a number and someone would drive us about.

Driven to the film studio, it wasn't five-star glory, like a mega film studio, but the building was actually nicer than either of us expected, though they didn't own the building. We were led to an elevator, riding up to a mid-level floor. We were greeted by a couple of producers, and we already had a fair idea of what would happen.

Of course, they were mostly interested in Bethany. Led into a rather plush office, we were asked a few questions, and they showed that they'd been keeping an eye on our content profile for a little while Now that Bethan was in front of them, they wanted to see the goods. She was a little nervous but eventually ended up naked, and after moving to a nearby couch, they had her spread her legs, showing off her waxed pussy, asking her to masturbate.

"Is this okay with you, Mark?" Brian asked, the man who would decide on our future.

"Well, we're going to have sex on camera so masturbating in front of you isn't a big deal."

Watching Bethany masturbate was always arousing. Once she'd enjoyed a couple of orgasms, he turned to me and asked me to strip naked. Once I did, he looked me up and down, mostly focusing on my cock. Nodding what I figured was his approval, considering I was rock solid, he then asked if I'd be willing to fuck my girlfriend. I almost scoffed but happily sat down.

"Reverse cowgirl," he told us, "Our viewers will want to see Bethany in all her glory."

It wasn't an unusual position as it was something we often did ourselves. He wasn't telling us anything we didn't know. She rode me hard and fast, and my fingers worked her clit, getting her off again and again. He told me to hold back my cumshot as long as I could, and thankfully he allowed me a chance to break so we could switch position. I wasn't surprised he told me to pull out and cum on her, Bethany on her knees as she took a facial.

To my surprise, he sat us down and explained his idea. Bethany would start out as a nude model. With her petite looks, men would love to just look at photos of her, and now with a professional studio behind her, they'd improve her look. Once she had a following, I'd be occasionally introduced for more hardcore photos.

"Once you have a following, we'll start you in hardcore films," he explained, "I'm assuming you're here, hoping you will only be filmed with your boyfriend?" She nodded, and I had that feeling in my gut already. The smirk on his face almost had me wanting to wipe it off his face. "Sorry, but that just isn't the way things are done here, and you'll be hearing the same thing from any studio you visit. I'm assuming you're here to make a career for yourself?"

"Of course," Bethany replied.

"Then you two need to discuss your future as you, Bethany, are going to be a real star if you follow the right advice. My first piece? Get yourself an agent, someone to look after the pair of you. As for you, Mark, you're young, fit, and you have a great dick. Get this through your head. You won't match her stardom for a second, but I can tell you have a certain charisma. Women will love that shit. But you will have to learn a few things. If you remain together, you are second fiddle. Your girlfriend will be fucking other men and women. And the more she does on film, the better she'll be paid. Know what I mean?"

"I do," I replied, glancing at Bethany. She'd gone slightly pale, I think reality kicking in for both of us.

"Look at it this way. You're both young, fit and attractive. Many men and women would kill to have this possibility. Sign the right contact, get yourself the right agent, the world will be your oyster. I could list off a number of actors and actresses who started with us and went on to become absolute stars."

"I guess we have a lot to talk about," Bethany stated.

I knew she wasn't going to turn down the opportunity. She loved sex with me, and I knew she loved me, but ever since we'd started on this road, I knew she loved how men and women looked at her, whether she was naked or having sex. She had a high sex drive, that I thankfully matched, but I was left thinking she was going to enjoy making films in the end.

And I was now going to be little more than a passenger along for the ride. I was left wondering if our relationship would survive.

*****

Ever been on a porn set? I would assume most of you haven't. Be glad that you can't smell porn as, quite frankly, it's sometimes disgusting, particularly during the warmer months. Add no air-conditioning and it can be incredibly unpleasant. After nearly eight years in the industry, starting when I was twenty years old, I'm used to it, but seeing young men and women on a set the first couple of times is always amusing. And I'm talking a regular porn set. You add things like a lot of anal, group sex, gangbangs, BDSM, watersports, and god only knows what other fetishes, and quite frankly, I'm amazed some males manage to get hard naturally.

I'm sure you're wondering what happened to Bethany and I. Yeah, our relationship didn't survive. To be brutally honest, we never stood a chance once those contracts were signed. Her nude modelling career took off quickly, I was added for some hardcore photo shoots, before we ended up in our first film within six months of arriving. We made three films together before she was offered a contract worth a lot of money, the stipulation being she perform with other men and women. I couldn't stop her. If I did, she'd resent me and we wouldn't survive. I had no other option. I agreed and knew that was it. We'd go through the motions until one of us pulled the plug.

What surprised me is that, a month after she signed a contract, I was offered one as a male performer. I was worried I was going to be offered a gay for pay contract. But no, I apparently already had a following from a lot of women, while even some men liked to see me in films, thinking I had charisma and the studio thought I could provide some much needed intimacy to some of their films.

Within a few months, Bethany and I were sleeping in the same bed but that was about it, more roommates than lovers. It hadn't taken long before Bethany was starring in all sorts of films. I never watched them, but knew she'd moved on from what I'd call 'regular' porn. I knew she'd become a popular anal performer due to her petite size. She'd been in more than one threesome and fairly sure she'd been in a couple of group sex scenes as well. I'd seen scripts that she'd left lying around and knew she was getting involved in ever more hardcore films.
As for myself, my main source to start with was starring in porn made for women. In essence, I made love on camera though it was all acting. It was actually rather nice, but it was fairly niche and I certainly didn't appear in as many films as Bethany. I'd been in a couple of films with mature actresses, and I found them rather lovely to be with. They were professional, experienced, but were a good laugh before and after filming. More than once, studios approached me to star in gay porn, waving lots of money in my face, but it didn't interest me. Transgender films? I gave it a bit of thought, but too often, they wanted me to bottom in addition to fucking, and I just wasn't interested in it.

I'd agreed with Bethany that, despite what we did for a living, as long as we only had sex in a studio and on camera, we would somehow make it work. But when she started to disappear for an evening, with no invite for me to go along, I knew she was fucking other people. I put up with it for barely a couple of months before I confronted her. And it wasn't just the cheating.

"You're using," I stated, "What is it? Cocaine? I think you're smart enough not to get hooked on heroin or anything, at least."

"Yeah, I am. What of it?"

I laughed bitterly. "Jesus wept, I know we're in the industry, but I honestly thought you were smarter than that. Who gave it to you?"

"Brian did. Said I should just let loose and enjoy the lifestyle."

"So how many other guys are you fucking?"

"I fuck on camera, Mark, so fucking off camera shouldn't be..."

I rose to my feet as I glared at her. She looked genuinely terrified for a second. "Not the face," she whispered.

In that moment, my heart broke completely. She actually thought I'd hit her. "The fact you think I'd hit you speaks volumes of what you think of me now, Bethany. The only regret I have is that I agreed to coming here."

"But why? We're making heaps of money and having a great time. So I like to fuck my co-stars off film? I know you are too!"

"Wrong, Bethany. I fuck on camera and that's it. I leave the studio and come home. I've been home every night this week while you've no doubt been snorting, drinking and fucking. But you know what? I'm done. I could ask you to stop, but I know you won't. But I'm not going to sit back and watch you fall into the abyss."

"You're leaving me?" she shrieked.

"I've already started moving my things out. Loretta is taking me in until I find my own place."

She was one of my mature co-stars. Loretta was her stage name; I won't give away her real name just yet. Sure, I'd fucked her on film more than once, but she was more like a mother figure and I'd spoken to her about my personal problems more than once. "You're moving in with some old bitch when you could have me instead?" she retorted, and I heard her tone.

"I could mention what you've done on film... Ever wonder why I never want to kiss you after you've done particular films? Or why I don't go down on you anymore? Bet you miss that, don't you?"

"Yes," she whispered. Me eating her pussy was one reason why so many women had watched our amateur stuff.

"Our intimacy died long ago, Bethany. And with what you've been doing, all you've taken is a massive dump on the ashes. Our lease agreement for this place ends in three months. I'll pay up my share and you're free to do what you want. I am genuinely sorry it's ended like this, but I knew, the moment we boarded that plane, that if we stayed, we wouldn't survive."

Leaving Bethany was good for both of us. Bethany could go and do what she wanted without worrying about me. As for myself? I was single for the first time since I was a teenager, but I had some genuine friends in the industry. And once word of our relationship ended, to my surprise, studios started offering me more work.

After a couple of years, I gave in and agreed to star in transgender films. Again, I was only the dick, the transwoman the star of the film. They were actually good fun to make, the transwoman more beautiful than I expected, but I had to do things that I wouldn't have agreed to a couple of years back. I didn't bottom at all but... Well, the money being thrown my way was too good to turn down.

And, in the end, I went off the rails as well. First it was booze. I fucked for a living, so loved going out at night and getting fucked up. I was now well recognised in the area and women would throw themselves at me, hoping I'd fuck them. Since I was single, I thought 'Fuck it' and happily fucked my night's away. It was difficult to get out of the 'fucking on camera' mode sometimes, but then again, I wasn't making love to these women. My aim was just to get them off a few times and give them a night to remember.

It was one night out with a bunch of co-stars, having my cock sucked by one of Loretta's mature friends under the table, when I was offered a line of cocaine for the umpteenth time. I was twenty-four at the time so it wasn't peer pressure. I was single, loaded, good looking, and could bed any woman I wanted. So I thought 'Fuck it' and did the line. And that's how things started to spiral out of control.

Somehow, I ended up hooking up with Bethany again. We actually starred in a couple of films together for the first time in a couple of years. The second film won plenty of awards as it was the first time we'd made love in a long time, and it was all captured on film. And since we were both doing loads of cocaine, we ended up at the same parties, fucking the same women sometimes, orgies, group sex and the occasional gangbang, and the spiral continued. I was now living in my own apartment with a couple of young women who were hoping to break into porn. They generally lived with me for a few months before moving on. I have no idea where Bethany lived. She was hooked on cocaine and a couple of other things. She was a little strung out, but with make-up and lighting, looked as beautiful as I remembered.

I had just turned twenty-eight years old, an eight-year veteran of the industry. I'd starred in plenty of films. Won awards. Most of my co-stars spoke of me in high regard as I was one of the few men who refused to star in the rough, almost abusive porn, that seemed to be coming more and more prevalent with each year. The sort of scenes I knew Bethany had done more than once. Each time, she ended up at my door afterwards, in floods of tears, apologising to me over and over again. The third time, I'd ended up taking her to ER as the abuse her arse had taken nearly had me in tears as well.

There is a dark side to porn that few talk about. I hated myself. I hated many of the people involved, particularly producers and studio executives. I was a drunk. A coke addict. I had what looked like amazing sex on film but couldn't remember the last time I'd made love. I was now relying on little pills to get me hard sometimes. I loved many of my co-stars, so many of them broken with a plethora of issues, nothing but victims of an industry that destroyed people like them. I looked in the mirror nearly every day and wanted to punch the reflection.

Nearly everything came crashing down the day the police knocked on my door. They needed me to accompany them to the hospital. I asked why but they wouldn't answer my questions. My stomach dropped as I was led inside. I knew when people recognised me, but it was when I noticed the sadness and sorrow in their eyes, that I knew what happened.

"Is it Bethany?" I asked.

It was Bethany. She'd died of a drug overdose. She was at some mansion with a whole bunch of other people. Three others were also dead. Two of them were still in hospital. Three were currently in cells, waiting to be interviewed and perhaps charged. Toxicology still hadn't confirmed the cause of death as she had more than one drug in her system at the time of her death.

"Were you at the party?" one of the coppers asked.

"No. We've been broken up for a few years now. We get together occasionally, but we've obviously both changed over the years."

I ran my hand over her blonde hair and kissed her forehead, not hating myself for the hot tears that dripped onto her. She'd been my first love. To be honest, I hadn't loved anyone like I'd loved her since we'd broken up. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "I should have said no. We should have stayed at home."

Leading me out of the hospital, the coppers were nice enough to interview me at my apartment. I knew I had some difficult calls to make. With the time difference, I had to wait a few hours, but by the time I got through to her parents, they had already been notified and were putting plans in place to fly over and retrieve her body.

We hadn't been home since leaving for Los Angeles years ago. Bethany had been living the high life, while I couldn't face my mother, sisters and other women of the family. The only time I felt any shame or embarrassment was the idea of having to sit at the same table as all of them, aware that they all knew what I did for a living. While I hadn't been home, I still sent emails and wrote letters, but I rarely called. But I knew I'd have to call about this.

I lied when I said I'd be home for the funeral. I wasn't going home. I knew her parents wouldn't want me there. But I also knew, in some way, they would blame me for her death. They knew she had been the one who wanted to go, but I had said nothing to stop it happening. I knew her brother would now hate me completely for what happened to his sister.

Meeting her parents a few days later to collect her body was even worse than identifying her body. Her father was in bits. Her brother glared at me with undisguised hatred and anger, noticing his hands ball into fists. I almost wanted him to hit me. At least I'd feel something. As for her mother, she hugged and begged me to come home with them.

I couldn't.

Instead, I saw them off at the airport. Her brother walked through security without a backwards glance. Her father did shake my hand and wished me the best. Her mother pleaded with me to give coming home some thought. She'd already lost her daughter; she didn't want to lose me as well.

Once they were gone, I called a few friends. They were aware of what happened and seemed genuine in their concern for me. We met up a few hours later once night had fallen. I drank, did a load of coke, and found a pair of young women who wanted nothing more than a night of hot, kinky sex. Something just to help me feel some sort of emotion.

I didn't feel a thing. Who would have thought I'd not feel a single emotion despite the fact I had a gorgeous eighteen-year-old on my face and another one on my cock, the sort of thing most men would have sold their soul for.

I wondered if I even had one left to sell.

*****

The incessant banging had me gritting my teeth as it felt like nails were being hammered into the side of my head. Somehow managing to open my eyes, I was left feeling relieved that the room wasn't still spinning. Feeling a body to either side of me, I had to lift my head to see who they were. I almost sighed relief that they were not strangers. The brunette to my left was Melody, an innocent eighteen-year-old from the cornfields of Iowa. She'd moved in a couple of months back, and despite the fact she slept with me, I was steering her away from the sharks that would be abusing her body within days. The blonde to my right called herself Aphrodite, though her real name was Mary-Jane, and she was from a small town near the Rocky Mountains of Montana. She was nineteen and a stripper, hoping to break into the industry. I was subtly trying to talk her out of it, but she was adamant it was something she wanted to do.

The pounding on the door continued. "Get the door, Bruce," Melody whispered.

My name was Mark but, like many performers, I used a pseudonym. Bruce Steele. Yeah, yeah, completely on the nose, but it didn't really matter. I just didn't want to use my real name. Don't know why I bothered sometimes as everyone watches porn and I was recognised everywhere. Those who say they don't watch porn? They do. Maybe not constantly, but they've seen something, and out of the ten biggest films in the last five years, I'd been in six of them. Not as a headliner. The women headline, were on the cover of the DVD or were the centre piece of the website design. But I was one of the 'fortunate' few to fuck some of those women.

Groaning as I got out of bed, if it was the police, I could only be thankful there was no cocaine in the apartment. I was day four into trying to dry myself out for the umpteenth time. I was still an alcoholic, but I figured one vice at the time. First cocaine. Then pot. And then booze.

Slipping into a pair of shorts, I staggered out of the bedroom, glancing across the living room, which was a mess but I didn't really care. I had a maid who'd come clean twice a week, and she was used to cleaning up our messes. Opening the door, I felt my legs almost go out from underneath me as I was greeted by a face I hadn't seen in over eight years, at least in person. Glancing to either side, I saw two more.

Before I knew it, I was on my knees, sobbing, as I felt two comforting arms wrap around me. "It's okay, baby," she whispered, "Mum's here now."

I clutched onto my mother, just in case it was a bad dream and she wasn't really there. At that moment, I was a little boy being comforted after I'd skinned my knee while playing outside. She held me so tightly as I sobbed, I didn't want to let her go. When my older and younger sister joined in the cuddle, I cried even harder. All the agony, regret and sense of loss I'd been feeling just flooded out.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, god knows how much later.

"We're taking you home, Mark, and the three of us will not be taking no for an answer. No excuses. No arguments. No negotiation. I don't care how old you are or what you've done with your life to this point. You're my little boy and you are their brother."

"Why bother? I'm a complete and utter mess. Better off just leaving me here."

She leaned back and stroked my cheek, smiling at how soft her hands were, just like I remembered. "You're more than a mess, Mark," she stated bluntly, "But that's why your mother and sisters have flown all the way across the Pacific to be here now."

Finding the strength to lift myself up, I helped up my mother and sisters, hugging both of them individually, before I stood aside and gestured them in. Of course, at that moment, Melody and Mary-Jane decided to walk out of my bedroom, stark naked. Both squealed and covered up their breasts and groins. "Get some clothes on, girls. I'll make coffee," I stated.

They smiled at me. "Okay," Melody replied, "Um, who are our guests?"

"Introductions will be made once you're dressed. Tea?" They both smiled and nodded. Waiting until they were in their bedroom, I glanced at my mother and siblings. Mum's face was blank, Charlotte was blushing, Sally looked impressed by her older brother. "Coffee? Tea? Something else?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen. "What time is it?" I wondered.

"Nearly midday," Mum replied, "I'll have a coffee, as will Charlotte. Sally usually drinks tea."

"Midday? Hell, that's early for me most days, unless I'm filming."

"Nothing today, Mark?" Charlotte wondered.

"No, I filmed a scene yesterday. Are you sure you want to hear about it?" I asked that question mostly looking at my mother.

"Nothing will shock me, Mark," Mum retorted with a smile, "I'm more than aware of what you do for a living."

"Ah... Yeah, I assumed you would. Guess it's difficult to keep that sort of thing a secret."

"Not when my best friends have seen some of your films, Mark."

I met my mother's blue eyes and saw the humour in them, so the laugh that escaped me felt rather good. "Most of my friends wonder what you'd be like in bed," Charlotte added.

Melody and Mary-Jane walked in, dressed though still showing plenty of skin. After making a round of introductions, my mother rather bluntly asked how old they were. When hearing Melody was only a couple of months past eighteen, having arrived in LA the day of her eighteenth birthday, while Mary-Jane was nineteen and a half, Mum playfully slapped my shoulder. "Mark! They're younger than Sally!"

"He cares for us, Miss... um..." Melody started to say.

"Call me Sandra. I'm his mother, and he'll still call me Mum, at least."

Once I'd made everyone drinks, we moved into the living room, where I sat on the couch with Melody and Mary-Jane to either side. Melody cuddled into me as always, and I'll admit, I felt rather protective of her, trying not to think of her as a younger sister, considering we had sex. But I felt that way about many of the young women who arrived. As for Mary-Jane, she was very much doing what she wanted but I still felt some sense of responsibility as she was living with me.

We made small talk until it was obvious that my mother wanted to talk to me in private but was too polite to say anything to Melody and Mary-Jane. The latter eventually read the room and suggested to Melody they head out for lunch and shopping. They changed rather quickly, both of them kissing me before they disappeared out the door.

"Okay, Melody has the biggest crush on you, Mark," Charlotte stated.

"She's a sweet girl," I admitted, "I hope you believe me when I say I treat her well while she's lived here."

"We believe you," Mum stated, before she sighed, "What happened, Mark?"

Sipping at my coffee, I scoffed. "Fuck, Mum. Where the hell do I even begin?"

"What happened to Bethany?" Sally asked softly, "Why did she die?"

I lowered my head as I didn't want them to see my face. The guilt I carried for her death would never go away. I should have done more to protect her from the sharks that eventually ruined her. I'd had a bad feeling from the get-go that she would have ended up starring in some of the certain films she did, but I had hoped we both would have avoided some of the vices, but in the end, we were both too weak for that.

"We've both made a lot of bad decisions long before we even boarded the plane to come here, Sally. Unfortunately, Bethany paid for one of them with her life."

"Are you on drugs, Mark?" Mum asked.

"I've been taking cocaine for years, Mum. The last snort I took was four days ago. I smoke pot daily but I could quit that tomorrow. I just smoke to chill out. Never done anything with a needle or a pipe. I drink so much, I'm fairly sure my liver is pickled."

"You're giving all that up now, Mark," Mum stated, the tone suggesting I not even bother arguing. Glancing at my sister's, the body language told me I should not say a single word. Just nod and agree, and that they had my best interests at heart. She moved across to sit next to me on the couch, taking my hand in hers. "Do you want to come home, Mark?"

"I have no idea what I'd do."

"We'll worry about that later. Your old room has been given a makeover. Old friends have been calling up, concerned as to your well-being. Everyone missed you at the funeral. Her parents understood why but they were so sad you weren't there to say goodbye."

"It was my fault," I muttered.

Mum hugged me tightly. "Get those thoughts out of your head, baby," she whispered, "I won't blame Bethany either. She was a young woman led astray by predators."

"Maybe if I was there..."

"You could have been in the morgue beside her. Unfortunately, Mark, she made choices that led to her being there that night. No, she didn't deserve what happened to her. It breaks my heart to know I'll be returning home with my child alive, while her parents brought her home to then lower her into the ground. It's not fair."

"When can you leave, Mark?" Charlotte wondered.

Sighing and running a hand through my hair, I had to think about it for a minute. "Um, my current contract is based on films rather than for a certain number of years. From memory, I have another five to ten films to make before I've fulfilled the obligations, otherwise I'll forfeit a large chunk of change. I'll need to call my agent to confirm."
"Call them today and confirm what you need to do. That way we'll know when we can go home."

"You'll stay here?"

"We've all booked long service leave. We knew it might take a couple of months before we could get you home."

I looked across the room at my two sisters. "Um, you do realise... You won't want to... No, of course not. I'm your brother."

"That scene you filmed with Clarice van Dorn was so beautiful," Sally whispered, "No wonder it won so many awards."

"Were you really making love?" Charlotte wondered.

"You've actually seen my films?"

"We all have," Mum whispered.

"Oh... What do you think?"

"Well, answer the question about that film," Charlotte stated.

"I guess I'm a decent actor as I won't say we were exactly making love. I can't remember the last time I did that. But Clarice and I talked about the scene beforehand. We already had good chemistry before starting filming. By the time the cameras were on, we were already into each other, and I don't just mean it physically." I glanced at my mother. "Mum, are you suggesting..."

"It's not that weird!"

I wasn't willing to argue. "Where are you staying? I don't have enough space here. I would if I could."

"We've actually booked an apartment nearby. If you're wondering how we knew where you lived, Bethany had your address in her things. Her parents told us, thinking we'd like to know. We were coming here regardless, but after seeing you when they came to collect her, they suggested we get over here as soon as possible."

I hugged her tightly, feeling her arms around me. "Okay, Mum. Just let me wrap up my contract, then I'll tie up a few more things before I can go home." I paused before admitting, "I don't like living here anymore."

"It's okay, baby. Your home is with your family. That's where you belong."

I told Melody and Mary-Jane that I would eventually be leaving when they got back, Mum and my sisters having left to settle into the apartment they were staying in, promising to meet them for dinner. While sad I was leaving, they understood why. I agreed to sign the lease into their names and suggested they keep the place only for themselves. Definitely don't let any men live with them. In fact, don't bring any back for their own safety.

Dinner that night with my mother and sisters made my heart ache as I realised what I'd been missing in my life for years. For the first time I could remember, I didn't touch a drop of booze on a night out, sticking to water. Mum talked about her career, and I was surprised to hear she was single. Mum might have been nearing fifty but she was a beautiful mature woman. Hell, I'd slept with women her age during my early years in the business. Still did too.

As for my sisters, they blossomed into utterly gorgeous women. Charlotte was a year and a bit older than myself. I was sad to hear she was divorced, though she assured me her ex-husband was a dick and she was glad to be rid of him. As for Sally, she was career-minded, had one or two ex-boyfriends, but the surprise was that both were living at home with Mum. Then again, it was better than the three all living alone.

My agent confirmed I had six scenes left to film as per my contract. Telling her I wanted to complete the contract as quickly as possible, she had me signed up so I would have them done within three weeks. I did have to ask what exactly I'd be doing, as although she was aware of what I was willing to do, I had been surprised a couple of times. I'd walked out of a studio more than once when informed of what I'd have to do during a scene.

To my delight, my penultimate scene as an adult actor was with Loretta. She knew I was going home, and being one of my closest friends, I think our mutual feelings came to the fore during the scene. We pretty much ignored the director the entire time. Watching the scene together later, the look in her eyes spoke volumes. I finished inside her, something I rarely did in films, and we spent minutes afterwards cuddling and kissing. The director instructed the cameraman to keep filming the entire time. Loretta wept as I held her, though she whispered that I was doing the best thing for myself, but that she'd miss me terribly.

It was a sense of relief that I finished my final scene. It was an ordinary scene that I'd done time and again. Blowjob. Cunnilingus. Sex in various positions. Anal, but not the brutal crap you see in so many films nowadays. Then a facial, as that was just expected nowadays. My co-star was a woman I'd been in a few scenes. I'd have rather finished off with Clarice van Dorn, as everyone knew how much chemistry we had during any scene we shared, but she was booked into another film. I chatted with her on the phone before filming. The offer to sleep with her before I went home wasn't a surprise.

Would you be surprised to hear my mother and sisters were present that last day? They learned quite a few things that day about filming. It is not sexy at all. While I was fucking my co-star, we were surrounded by the director, sound engineer, cameramen, producers, hangers-on, and other staff who kept a film production going. Thankfully, we were professionals and used to it. Knowing my mother and sisters were watching was a bigger turn on then I'd admit, and I noticed all three pairs of eyes light up when they saw my erection in real life.

After a shower and saying farewell to the few people I actually liked, my phone blew up over the next few days as word of my retirement spread through the industry. I had very few male friends but plenty of female friends, and there were plenty of offers to meet up at parties, for dinner, and knowing I was single, plenty of sex as well. As I was preparing to leave, and trying to sober up completely, I turned down everything except for an invitation from Loretta, which we agreed would be last party before leaving, while Clarice wanted to see me one last time out of the studio.

I told my mother and sister about both invitations, promising I would behave. Clarice's invitation was first, driving over to her apartment around a week before I was flying out. Despite so many of the women I starred in films with, she was still entirely natural and her beauty shone through without needing to cake her in make-up. We'd starred in numerous scenes and films together. Clarice was a fake name, her surname 'van Dorn' a slight nod to her Dutch heritage, though she was actually a German national.

We had dinner and I like to think we genuinely made love that evening. None of the garbage we'd have to do on set. No faking, not that she needed to do that too often with me, but the women are expected to talk dirty and make a lot of noise when being fucked. Lying back in bed afterwards, our appetites for one another well and truly sated, we discussed my future while I had to ask what she'd do.

"I'm going home in six months, as soon as my current contract expires," she said, "I'm going to return to university, completely my degree, then find a regular job. I hope to find a man who can overlook what I've done with my life. Many say they can, but when reality hits them in the face, few can actually handle what I've done."

"Feel the same way, to be honest," I admitted, "Family know what you do?"

"Mother supports me, says it's my life and the choices I make are my responsibility. My father just doesn't think about it. Most of my friends know I'm over here but certainly don't know I work in porn."

"Or they've seen a film and are too polite to mention it?"

She snuggled into me and it felt so normal, it actually hurt my heart. She was a sweet thing, two years younger than me, nothing like Bethany in looks or personality, but we'd agreed long ago that a relationship wouldn't work while we were both in the industry, admitting we'd both just get jealous that we were not being exclusive, work or not.

After feeding me the next morning, we shared a last hug at her front door, having exchanged all the information we could, promising to stay in touch. She wasn't just a lover; she was one of my best friend's. As we were both single, she was often my date when attending award nights. If she wasn't available, I'd attend with Loretta. Now that always set tongues wagging, considering our twenty-odd year age gap.

Loretta's party was attended by plenty of people I recognised, and many close friends. Loretta made sure there were no drugs, and while others were drinking, I kept my word to my family by not touching a drop, not even a light beer. The fact my family was there did cause plenty of comments and conversations, but everyone was friendly and it was amusing when my sisters recognised a few of the women I'd been in films with.

The tears from my friends at the end of the night were genuine or so I liked to think. Many knew I wouldn't be back, that this part of my life was over. More than one insinuated they'd like to fly to my homeland to visit. Loretta was the last to say goodbye. I just hugged her for what felt like hours, feeling her shudder against me as she cried.

"I'll miss you the most," I whispered.

"I love you, Mark."

I knew it was like the love of one close friend for another, but I whispered back, "I love you too, Belinda."

Very few actually knew her real name. She was an industry veteran and kept her personal life very private. I was one of the few she trusted with the most intimate details of her life. She leaned back so I could carefully wipe her cheeks. "I love your family, by the way," she said, "I can see how much they love you."

"They arrived at the right time. My life was spiralling."

She hugged me tightly again before we exchanged whispered farewells. Only two women actually had an invite to visit me back in Australia. Her and Clarice. I knew neither would likely ever come visit, but though we shared scenes together, they were also the closest friends one could have in the industry. With a last soft kiss, I joined my family in the car. I'd already moved out of the apartment I'd shared with Melody and Mary-Jane, all my things back at the apartment my family had lived in for the past few weeks.

It was with a spring in my step that we left the apartment on that last morning. I wasn't particularly sad to be leaving nearly everything else behind. I had my health, which verged on a miracle, a healthy bank account, despite the drugs, and I was still under thirty. I knew getting life restarted wasn't going to be easy, but with the support of a family that still somehow loved me, maybe it wouldn't be too difficult.

*****

"Mark, wake up, honey," a warm voice whispered into my ear. Coming awake rather quickly, I rolled onto my side and heard a gasp, slowly opening my eyes to see my mother gazing down at me, colour coming to her cheeks rather quickly. The jet-lag was still affecting me, and it took me a few moments before realising I was both naked and sporting morning wood.

They might have been on set back in the LA but hadn't seen my cock up close. My mother was within touching distance and her eyes kept flicking down. "Mum?" Her eyes met mine and I smiled at her. She caressed my cheek and her smiled broadened. I knew she was delighted to have me back home. "Let me put something on. Is it early?"

"Didn't think sleeping all day would help your body clock."

"Thanks, Mum."

She kissed my cheek. "You're welcome, baby. I love having you home again."

Getting up, I did put on a pair of shorts before heading out into the hallway, walking down to the bathroom to pee then wash my face. Looking in the mirror, I still looked tired. My chest was bare as years of waxing had resulted in my hair growing back slower and sparser. My groin was always bare... To be honest, the only areas where I still had it was my head, face, arms and legs. Considering I was filmed from behind quite a lot while on set, I waxed my butt too.

Heading out into the kitchen, Mum was at the stove, cuddling her from behind. She leaned back and smiled up at me, kissing the top of her head, before cuddling each sister as they sat at the table. Charlotte smiled and looked happy to see me, Sally giggled as I gave her a gentle squeeze. Taking a seat, I noticed both look at me. The last time they'd seen me in the flesh, I may have been twenty but I'd done a lot of work on my body since then.

"We won't inundate you with questions just yet," Sally said, "You've been a zombie the past few days."

"And I guess you're still in recovery from everything," Charlotte added.

"I'm sure you have a lot on your minds," I replied, "I'm willing to answer anything on your mind."

Mum placed a plate of food in front of me, doing the same for my sisters, before she sat opposite me. Her blue eyes sparkled as she hadn't stopped smiling since we'd arrived at home. Glancing at either sister, Charlotte dug into her plate but Sally would glance at me every few seconds, a shy smile on her face. "Want me to put on a shirt?" I asked, wondering if I was embarrassing her. She blushed but shook her head. "Guess I look different now?"

"My brother is hot," she whispered, then looked away as she blushed rather brightly. Chuckling, Mum had a giggle too while Charlotte teased her sister.

"If you've seen some of my films... I still find that a little weird, to be honest."

We finished breakfast and I realised rather late that it was the weekend, as none of them made a move to head off to work. Seeing my confusion, the three giggled, Charlotte letting me know it was Saturday. Then again, I hadn't had a nine-to-five job in years, and I could be called in to film a scene or two any day of the week. Though I'd reconnected with a couple of friends since returning home, I had no real plans, so ended up in the living room, nursing a coffee as my sisters joined me, Mum taking one of the recliners.

"You've been back a few days, Mark. I know you've got a lot on your mind, but have you thought about your future?" Mum asked.

"I'm thinking I'll go to university as a mature student."

"Doing what?"

"Actually, I know more than one former co-star ended up becoming a teacher. I know my previous life could follow me, but those I know who did it would face their past if it was mentioned. Of course, it would depend on where they live. If they lived in an open-minded community, no-one cared. But in the more conservative areas, if anyone found out, they'd be chased out of the job."

"Your marks at school were good from what I remember," Mum told me, "I can dig out your old school reports, but I think as a mature student, you just need to prove you can pay."

"I have savings to get me through to the new school year. I can pay my way until then. I could get a part-time gig but no idea doing what, to be honest. Not sure putting 'Being able to fuck on camera' will look that great on any resume."

Mum and Charlotte eventually left me alone, making me smile when they both kissed my cheek and cuddled me. It felt nice to be genuinely loved. Sally remained sat by my side, cuddling into me, wrapping my arm around her as we continued to watch whatever was on television.

"I loved your movies, Mark," she whispered, "Can I be honest?"

"Sure."

"I masturbated to them all the time."

I wasn't shocked. At least a third of all the films I made were aimed more at women than men. "And doing that to your brother was fucking someone else didn't weird you out?"

"No... I'd just wish it was me you were with after watching so many scenes. At first, it was just hot. My brother was very handsome, the women you were with were beautiful, but the scenes I enjoyed were always intimate and sensual. I know it didn't feel like making love to you when you were in the middle of it, but to the women watching, my god, Mark. I'd be soaking wet before I even got my fingers near my pussy."

"But things changed?"

"Of course. The more scenes I watched, the more I got to know how you were with the women you were in the scene with, the more I'd imagine it was me you were with. I couldn't really help it. I had a good feeling your co-star wasn't faking it."

"Not often. If I was in a scene with Clarice, that was almost genuine nearly every single time. We had a connection that any director I worked with said just couldn't be faked. There were a couple of other women out there who would practically insist I was doing the scene or entire movie with them." I took a sip of coffee before I had to ask, "Your friends watch my scenes too?"

"Between my friends, Charlotte's and Mum's, you had quite the fan club. I can't wait until my friends come around and visit. It's going to smell like pussy very quickly as they'll all be dripping wet within seconds."

Glancing at her, she looked back at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, smiling at me. Her brunette hair was cut to her shoulders, she had dimples when she smiled, faint freckling over her nose. Her lips were full and very kissable. I knew she had a tight little body on her, barely taller than Bethany. In fact, there were one or two similarities that did make me wonder. Her chest was about the same size, and she wore some very short, tight pants whenever she walked around the house, and they clung to her little butt.

"So you had very inappropriate thoughts about your brother?" I whispered. She bit her bottom lip and nodded as I'd leaned in closer. "And I thought I had some kinks."

"It was safe as you were over there," she whispered back, "But once Mum ran into Bethany's parents and they told us about you, we knew we had to bring you home too."

Resting my hand on her left thigh, she almost jumped but slowly spread her legs as I stroked her soft skin. "But now that I'm here, is it still safe, Sally? I mean, I'm pretty fucked up as it is."

"All I want is my brother to hug me all the time and love me like I know he does."

"I do love you, Sally. I love the three of you so much for dropping everything to come and save me."

She ended up straddling my lap, resting her head on my chest as I stroked her back. Mum joined us again after she'd dressed, smiling at me as Sally was almost half-asleep. Leaning over, caressing the back of Sally's head she kissed my forehead. "We all missed you, Mark," she said softly, "Not sure Sally ever told you, but you were her hero growing up. When your father walked out, you stood up as the man of the house, always looking out for your two sister's."

"She's my little sister. It's my role in life to protect her."

"You did beat up a couple of ex-boyfriends of mine," Sally murmured.

"Yeah, they deserved it for trying to get handsy when you said no to them. So they deserved the busted nose and fat lip they got."

"When you're a bit more with it, I'll admit I do have one or two questions about your career, Mark. You generally didn't mention it too often in your emails or letters, but I'll admit to being curious. If that's not too weird."

"I figured you'd all have questions, Mum. It's fine."

Sally eventually sat up on my lap and I could tell when a woman was turned on, and my little sister was horny as fuck. I think she'd felt my cock getting harder as she sat on me. I wasn't wearing underwear and my shorts were thin. Her shorts were thin and I could feel the heat of her pussy through two thin pieces of fabric.

Without a word, she stood up and disappeared towards the hallway leading to her room. The bathroom was opposite mine, Charlotte next to me, with Sally across from Charlotte. Mum's room was at the other end of the house, with an ensuite. I'd shared the same bathroom years ago and it didn't bother me.

Glancing at Mum, she returned my look and smiled. "I think she's excited being around her big brother again," she stated.

"Yeah, there's excited and then there's..."

"Mark, we've all watched your films. It's going to be awkward for a while because we've seen my son and their brother being intimate on film. If not being intimate, even I'd admit that some of the sex on display was mind-blowing."
Hearing my mother mentioning my career so casually had me chuckling. "Never thought I'd discuss this with you, Mum."

"I haven't been celibate since your father walked out on his family, Mark, but I'm not exactly beating off the men either."

"More fool them because you're gorgeous, Mum."

She met my eyes as she looked me up and down. "I take it you enjoyed those films with mature women?"

"Certainly did when I was in my early-twenties and I'd be paired with a woman in her late-thirties or in her forties. One or two were in their fifties. I'm sure you know one or two of the scenes I did..."

"Step-mother?"

Laughing again, thankfully Mum joined in too. "That sort of shit has blown up lately, but I think it's because it's one of the final taboos. They can't claim it's actual incest as it's illegal, plus no-one would believe it anyway, but 'step this' and 'step that' is now everywhere on the internet. When we're doing the scene, we'll laugh about the dialogue before, then just focus on making the scene as hot as possible."

"What other taboos?"

"The sort of stuff I had no interest in. One girl with five to ten blokes, just gangbanging the shit out of her. Double anal. Double vaginal. Treating her like a piece of shit. Slapping her, choking, all that sort of shit. Peeing on them. Bethany was eventually getting offers in that sort of thing. I saw one of her scenes and I could see her eyes. She hated every minute. But she did it more than once because the money was just too good to turn down."

"You miss her, don't you?"

"Every day, Mum. We might have ended our relationship, but we eventually worked our way to becoming friends again. I don't blame myself any longer, and certainly don't blame her. I blame Brian, as he was the one who got her hooked on cocaine. After that, she was doing all sorts of other shit. Thing is, if you read up online about the industry, or watched any number of documentaries about it, what happened isn't that big a surprise."

"You won't miss it, will you?"

"God no. I wasn't looking at retiring this soon but I figured it was either going to kill me in the end, or I'd have to retire and just disappear. The idea was always to come home eventually. Maybe."

It was starting to get warmer as the spring season approached summer, so after lunch, I headed out to the pool for the first time since returning home. I wasn't surprised that my sisters and mother joined me. The bikini Sally wore would have been considered scandalous, as it barely covered the small mounts on her chest, nor her quite obviously bare pussy. Charlotte had a fuller figure than her sister, standing a couple of inches taller. Darker hair down to the middle of her back, gorgeous brown eyes. Paler than her sister, a larger chest, but the bikini bottom suggested she either shaved or was very well groomed.

Then Mum walked out and I felt my jaw drop. Near fifty years old, she carried a little more weight than her daughters but carried it well. It wasn't exactly a bikini but she still had lots of skin on show. She coloured her hair, a vibrant red. Her blue eyes sparkled. Largest chest of everyone. She wore regular swimming shorts so I figured she was at least groomed.

Despite them being family, I remained in the pool as I felt my cock come to life. I had no idea why I was turned on. Perhaps it was because I was feeling things for women I actually cared about and genuinely loved. I guess being stone cold sober also helped. After months and years of abusing my body with all sorts of things, I was surprised my cock functioned most of the time.

Joining me in the pool, we spent an hour or so just cooling off. My two sisters fooled around with me and I didn't miss the fact their hands were touching all over my torso, though thankfully, they avoided my groin. If they'd touched me there, they might not have been entirely surprised that I was turned on. Sally was two years younger than me at twenty-six but could pass for much younger, a mixture of cute and adorable. Charlotte was fifteen months older than me but was absolutely stunning as well. When both cuddled into me, I could only close my eyes, whispering how much I'd missed both of them, and that despite everything, I'd never forgotten them, missed them, and always loved them.

Both of them cried on my shoulder, Mum cuddling into me from behind, feeling her larger breasts pressing into me. "We loved and missed you too just as much, baby," she whispered, kissing my cheek.

I'd been home a few days by then, and had barely left the house, my body recovering not only from the jet-lag, but my body was still craving cocaine and alcohol. The pot had been easy to give up as I was just a social smoker. Mum worked at the hospital and sought advice about people getting over drug and alcohol addiction. I didn't want to go in for any sort of treatment as I didn't know anywhere I could score cocaine anyway, and not drinking wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be.

And I wasn't just doing it for myself. I wanted to be clean for my family.

Mum suggested we head out for dinner that evening. The idea did make me a little nervous as, back in LA, I was recognised often when doing simple things like the shopping. Doesn't matter if you start in regular or adult films, people will still want to take a selfie, want a signature, or just stop and chat. I didn't think not being in the States would change anything. Most of my films were not just on DVD or Blu-Ray, or whatever they were sold on nowadays. Everything was online, and despite what people think, billions of people still happily pay for well-produced pornography.

Arriving at the restaurant, I felt eyes on me until I realised it wasn't through recognition. They thought I was one lucky bastard to walk in with three gorgeous women. Mum wore a long black dress, down to her knees but it had a plunging neckline that showed off plenty of cleave, thick straps over her shoulders but her arms were uncovered. Charlotte's dress was similar, navy blue, shorter hem and even tighter, if possible. Her arse looked spectacular. Sally wore a little red dress. If some eyes were on me, everyone looked at her. She appeared confident but the colour in her cheeks had her looking adorable in my eyes. She hung on my arm, gazing up at me constantly and smiling. Charlotte did the same thing on my other arm as we were led to the table.

For the first time since my return, the entire focus was on their lives. Mum remained coy most of the time, Charlotte talked about her career but eventually told me about her marriage and the, what she called, inevitable divorce, admitting she simply married the wrong man. Sally admitted she was happy being a primary school teacher, and wasn't interested in dating around. When I'd told her I was considering the same career, though preferably high school so I could focus on a sole subject, she was already putting together things I'd need.

Returning home later that evening, they'd enjoyed a glass or two of wine with dinner, and asked if it was okay if they opened a bottle at home. "I don't drink wine anyway," I stated.

We talked late into the night until we were all ready to crash. Mum disappeared first, giving her a long cuddle as I'd done every night since I'd moved into the apartment for those few nights before we'd departed for home. She kissed both my cheeks and smiled at me. "I'm glad you're home, baby," she whispered, "See you in the morning."

Charlotte and Sally escorted me to my bedroom door. Charlotte hugged me tightly, moulding her body into mine as I held her tightly. She whispered into my ear that she loved me, kissing my cheek, walking off to her own room. Sally hugged me tightly as she did every night, whispering how much she loved me.

"Goodnight, cutie," I whispered. I'd called her that every night since we arrived back home.

Closing the door to my bedroom, I stripped down naked, putting all my clothes in the basket, before getting into bed, lying back with my phone. I had a couple of messages from those back in the States, sending messages back. Browsing a little social media, there was a knock at the door, calling whoever it was in.

Sally appeared through a small gap, closing the door behind her. She wore an incredibly small pair of pink panties and a thin pink crop top, spaghetti straps over her shoulders. She looked incredibly cute but smouldered with an untapped sexuality at the same time. "I've waited every night to find the courage to do this," she whispered, "Can I just sleep with you tonight?"

"I'm naked under these sheets, Sally."

"I don't care. I just want to cuddle with my brother, like we used to."

"I wasn't naked then. But okay, come on."

She giggled, bouncing her way towards my bed, sliding under the sheets and cuddling into me for a couple of minutes, turning off the lamp on the nightstand. When she kissed me softly on the lips, it wasn't a real surprise. "I love you, Mark."

"Love you too, Sally."

Smiling at me, she turned over and spooned back against me. She would have felt my thick but flaccid cock against her. I was one of those fortunate men who was both a shower and a grower. Feeling her tight body against me, sister or not, it got me a little excited. Wrapping my arms around her, she felt tiny when resting back against me. Then again, I was probably an entire foot taller than her. She seemed to fall asleep far quicker than I did. Apart from the occasional night with Clarice or Loretta, two women I loved but wasn't in love with, it had been a long time since I had someone in bed I loved as much as I loved my little sister.

I was woken in the morning by movement, opening my eyes slowly to see the back of her head, but I felt her moving her lower body against my now rock hard cock. Part of me didn't really blame her for being turned on, considering what she'd admitted to the previous day. She realised I was awake when my fingers started to caress her chest. What did surprise me was the fact she slipped off her crop top so her upper body was naked.

Running my fingers up to one of her breasts, I felt how hard her small nipple was. She gasped as I gently ran my fingers over both of them. Moving my hand back down her body, I arrived at the top of her panties, moving past them to run down her smooth leg, lifting it up so it rested over both of mine. Gently running my fingers over the thick fabric of her panties, I felt how damp they were when I moved my hand slowly between her legs, the whimper causing my cock to throb.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea," I whispered, "You are my little sister, after all."

She turned around and her blue eyes gazed into mine, her soft fingers caressing my cheek. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long, Mark."

"You have?" She moved back against me, wrapping my arm tighter around her. "For how long?"

"I used to watch your content with Bethany when you made your movies here. I'd imagine you were with me all the time." She paused before adding softly, "And I'm not the only one who feels this way."

"I'm a mess, Sally. I have been for years. I'd probably still be considered an addict, an alcoholic. I'm unemployed. You can do better."

"I couldn't say anything all that time ago because you were in love with Bethany. You would never have seen how I looked at you. Mum noticed. And so did Charlotte, because she looked at you the same way."

"And Mum?"

She giggled. "Oh, as far as Mum is concerned, she'd just like to live out some mature lover fantasies with you."

"And what do you want?"

"My brother to love me in the way I love him. I don't care what you've done the past few years, Mark. I know you've been over there, living your own life to what were pretty much your own rules. I'm not going to judge you, nor will anyone else in our family. Your choices were your own, but so are mine. I'm not going to sit back and wait any longer to grab what I want the most."

"You've obviously given this a lot of thought. I'm going to need time to wrap my head around this. You're talking incest, Sally. I've done a lot of things but that isn't something..." I could see the concern in her face, so I pulled her tighter, leaving a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you, Sally," I whispered, "You're my little sister who, even after a few years, is still as cute and adorable as I remember." I paused before asking, "Is this why you don't date?"

"Pretty much. I just masturbate a lot to your films, imaging every single time that I'm the one you're fucking. And no, I don't fool around with Charlotte or Mum just because I'm single. I'm not bisexual. I'm straight but I'm also weird as the one man I really want is my brother."

"And Charlotte?"

"Will be coming in here tonight and she will tell you the same thing."

"And Mum?"

"She loves you, but won't expect anything more than to make love with her son every so often. And, to be honest, Mum does need a good seeing to."

"I want to ask why now..."

"Because you're home, you have a family that loves you, and we're not going to let you go again."

I kissed her again, and this time I slid my tongue into her mouth. It was almost too much, too soon, as she whimpered as I kissed her, throwing her leg over me as she rubbed her panty covered mound against my cock. She had to break the kiss as she couldn't stop smiling. "Anyone else I need to worry about?"

"Well, all your aunties are still married, though they're aware of your adult film career. As for any cousins, they're either married or in long-term relationships. Adrienne used to have a massive crush on you growing up, but she's been with her boyfriend for years now. Erica is a lesbian, if you didn't know."

"When did that happen?"

"She came out around four years ago. What's amusing is that her and her girlfriend are not what you'd think. I joke they look like the sort of lesbians that would appear in your films."

Mum knocked on the door, opening it after I called her in, finding Sally in bed with me. I'd covered us up with the sheet, but with Sally's rather red cheeks, I knew Mum would assume things. If she did, so be it, but I was left thinking Mum was fully aware of how Sally felt about me. I would have thought Mum would warn me off, considering I was a red hot mess at the moment, but all Mum did was let us know she was making breakfast again, since it was the weekend and she was treating her son, since he was home for the first time in years.

"I'd love nothing more than for you to get me off, Mark," Sally stated once Mum shut the door.

"Fingers or mouth?"

"God, I'd love you to eat my pussy, Mark."

"Good thing for you is that I love eating pussy."

"Who did you love doing it with on film?"

"To be honest, you'll hear me talk about Clarice constantly when I talk about my films. Same with Loretta. But another was Jamie Jones."

"Oh, she was adorable. And so tiny compared to you."

"She was four foot ten, Sally. Even smaller than you. I'm glad she stuck to regular stuff because she was just adorable, and despite what she did for a living, retained this innocence about life. I'm glad she only hung around for a couple of years before going home. Anyway, she loved it when I went down on her in a scene. Never faked an orgasm. Once I figured out her body, damn, she could cum."

"Anyone else?"

"One more. Gloria Cole. A real Latin firebrand."

"And she rarely did anything except with you, from what I remember."

"I know. After our first scene together, she pretty much demanded from her agent and the studio that I would usually be her co-star. Unfortunately, as I learned with Bethany, that shit doesn't fly for too long. She did end up doing scenes with other guys, but for every one with someone else, she'd do three with me. And we'd usually head back to hers or mine after a day of shooting to keep going. Hard to ever call it lovemaking, but I loved eating her pussy all night."

"Fuck, I'm dripping wet here, Mark," she whimpered, biting her bottom lip as she met my eyes.

Moving my lips to her ear, I whispered, "Then masturbate for your brother, little sister. But our mother did call us out for breakfast."

Reluctantly, she slid away from me, and I could see the enormous damp patch between her legs. Sliding on her crop-top, I did put on some underwear, something I rarely wore, and Sally's gaze lingered on the large bulge. I purposely wore tight underwear for that very reason. "Oh god," Sally whispered.

Taking her hand, I led her out of my bedroom into the kitchen. Charlotte noticed our arrival and she dropped the glass of juice in her hand, jaw dropping wide. I wasn't sure if it was because of me or the fact her little sister was completely and utterly aroused. Leading Sally to her chair, Mum had noted our arrival and I didn't miss her lingering gaze over my entire body.

"Fuck," Charlotte finally muttered, "Morning, Mark. Are you okay, Sally?"

"I'm so fucking turned on right now," she murmured.

Taking the chair next to her, I leaned closer and ran my fingers up and down my thigh. She gazed at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, a mixture of lust and love as I caressed her soft skin. She whimpered more than once and I knew she would probably do anything I asked.

"Did she tell you how she feels?" Mum asked.

"She did, Mum. Before you ask, I'm going to need a little time to get used to the idea. But I do love my little sister..." I turned to gaze at Charlotte, "As much as I love my big sister." Charlotte blinked rapidly and looked away, taking a deep shuddering breath, and her feelings were as obvious as Sally's. I knew that same evening would be another emotional rollercoaster. Looking back at Sally, she was chewing her bottom lip. My hand was nowhere near her pussy but just my touch was enough. Lifting my other hand to her cheek, I gently caressed it as I smiled at her. "I know I'm a very lucky man, Mum. Many would say I don't deserve either of them, as much as I wouldn't deserve you."

Mum stayed silent until she was placing plates in front of us. This time, she left me for last, leaving a soft kiss on my cheek as she hugged me tightly. "I'm very jealous of your friend Loretta," she whispered.

"If I said she was like a mother figure, as well as a lover..."

Mum sat on my lap for a moment. "Mark, I only met her a couple of times, but I saw the genuine affection and love between the pair of you. And from everything she told me, you helped each other when you needed it. Sometimes all someone needs is a close friend. But if you mixed additional benefits with that, then it can sometimes be a good thing." She kissed my other cheek. "Eat up, your breakfast will get cold."

Sally couldn't be around me all day as she was far too turned on. Of course, she spent half the day in her bedroom, my phone eventually dinging with more than one message. She sent me a couple of nudes, her bare pussy looked incredibly wet, and then she sent me a video of her masturbating. It was actually very erotic and she seemed to know her stuff.

Mum popped out for Sunday lunch with some friends, Charlotte joining a couple of girlfriends for some Sunday shopping and afternoon tea. Whenever Sally did join me out of her bedroom, knowing what she'd sent me, she would cuddle into me on the couch, her hands never not touching my body. I didn't touch her too much in return, but the one place she didn't venture was my cock.

She only asked about what she sent me as Mum and Charlotte arrived home. "Did you like my messages?" she asked softly, her lips close to my ear as she snuggled into me.

Turning to meet her eyes, she dazzled me with a smile as I pulled her closer. "I would have loved to lick your pussy seeing how wet my little sister was," I breathed into her ear. When I nibbled at her ear lobe, I think she almost orgasmed from that alone.

"My panties were drenched," she told me, "I'm fairly sure the pair I'm wearing will be the same."
"Take them off."

She didn't hesitate for a second, standing up and sliding off her shorts and panties, handing me the latter, before pulling up her shorts. Snuggling into me, the pair she had been wearing were light blue and were soaking as well. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled her scent for the first time. It was delightful. Gazing at her, her eyes told me everything I needed to know. I could have stripped her naked and done anything I wanted to her.

"Does my brother like my scent?"

"I'm keeping these for now, Sally, because I haven't smelled pussy this good in a long time."

Straddling my lap again, she would have felt my erection easily. Gazing into my eyes, she started to rub herself against it and I simply couldn't find it in myself to stop her. I didn't avert my eyes from hers though I could see the excitement building, making delightful little noises as she was clearly getting excited. "My god, Mark," she moaned softly.

Moving my hands to her arse, I stood up and lifted her with me, her legs immediately wrapping around me as I carried her to my bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind me, I sat her down on the bed, ripping off her shorts as she lifted up her shirt to reveal her naked form. Joining her on the bed, I knew my little sister needed to get off and she needed it to be with me.

"No sex," I said softly, "But can you handle a good fondle?"

"I don't care what you do, just get me off, Mark."

Leaving a soft kiss on her lips, I ran my fingers up and down her body, avoiding her breasts though her nipples looked achingly hard. Telling her to give those a good squeeze and pull, I ran my fingers down to her pussy, feeling her open her legs as I felt the warmth first before I ran my fingers gently over her mound and slit. The gasp told me she loved my touch, her eyes almost staring into mine as I relied on my touch and how she reacted.

"I love you," she whispered, "I love you so much. I can't wait until you make love to me."

"I'm glad you said that and not fuck."

"You'll never just fuck me. My brother will always make love to me." She paused before adding, "When he finally gets around to doing it."

I could have just fondled her. When I slid a finger inside her, she made such a moan, my cock almost tore through the fabric of my shorts from the excitement. She needed me to kiss her again as I knew Mum and Charlotte would eventually hear us. Sliding a second finger inside her, I turned my hand in a way that I could find her special spot while I give her clit some attention.

When she whimpered, I had to kiss her again, feeling her legs spread even wider, leaning into me even more as her hand wrapped around the back of my head. "Don't stop," she moaned softly, "I'm close already."

I was a good thing I still had a t-shirt and shorts on, otherwise I would have slid my cock inside her once I made her orgasm. Making my little sister orgasm was beautiful though, feeling the walls of her pussy clench me as the orgasm hit. She cried out, and by that stage, I don't think either of us cared. We kept kissing as my fingers didn't stop, my sister wanting more of just my fingers.

"I'd go down on you but then we won't be leaving until tomorrow morning," I said softly, "And I'm sure dinner will be ready soon." Taking my fingers from her pussy, I slid them into my mouth and made an appreciative moan. "But my little sister tastes delightful."

She turned onto her side and cuddled me, unable to stop smiling. Caressing her back, we remained lying like that until there was a knock at the door. Charlotte poked her head through the open gap, smiling at us. "Have fun, you two?" Sally blushed, burying her head against my chest. "If you're wondering, Sally isn't quiet when she enjoys an orgasm."

Gesturing for Charlotte to walk in, I was thankful she was smiling. "You're joining me tonight?" I asked.

When she turned shy, she was as adorable as her younger sister. "Is that okay?" she asked, her voice very quiet, even timid, almost scared I'd say no.

"Charlotte, you're joining me in here tonight."

Her face lit up before she glanced at her sister beside me. "Mum said dinner will be ready in five. She wasn't sure if Sally would be joining us naked or not."

"I'll get dressed," Sally mumbled into my chest, "Just enjoying big brother hugs."

"And a big brother orgasm, from the sounds of it," Charlotte retorted in good humour.

"Wait until he makes you cum, Charlie," Sally giggled, "My god, I haven't cum that hard in yonks."

Sally did put on some clothes as we joined the others in the kitchen a few minutes later. Charlotte smiled at us while I think reality hit home for our mother. She smiled at me but although I'd only be home a few days, I still knew her well enough. She asked my sisters to leave me with her at the table. Both sisters were immediately concerned, considering the glances that were sent my way.

Mum moved from her chair to sit next to me, turning towards her as she took one of my hands in both of hers. "Sorry, baby, just hearing Sally and knowing you were fooling around... I knew how she felt about you a long time ago. I knew she watched the things you did with Bethany on camera. I never tried to talk her out of it because you were with your girlfriend, and I honestly thought she'd get over it and move on... But when I found some of your films in her room, I thought it would remain harmless. Until you moved back here."

"What do you want me to do?"

She smiled and stroked my cheek. "Love your sisters. Sally needs you more than anyone else on this planet. Charlotte has tried to find a man like her younger brother and failed at every turn. The man she married... I'm still not sure what she saw in him."

Squeezing her hand, I asked, "What about you?"

"Talking about fooling around with my own son is one thing, Mark. It's another actually doing it. Would you want to see this old body of mine naked anyway?"

"Mum, you were rocking that bikini the other day. Trust me, you're hot."

Her face lit up as she asked, "Really?"

"Hell yes." Standing up, I took her hand and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch. Mum sat next to me, making her giggle when I easily picked her up and had her straddle my lap. "Mum, when were you last intimate with someone?"

There was immediate colour in her cheeks, left wondering if it was embarrassment at my question or if she hadn't been intimate for longer than I thought. She finally took a deep breath and smiled shyly. "At least five years since I've laid with a man, Mark. And the last time wasn't good. I went on half a dozen dates with him before I was willing to sleep with him, and he was nothing but a two pump chump. Had the gall to lay next to me and ask 'Was it good for you?' I'm just glad I made him wear a condom."

"Mum, I have to ask as Sally mentioned something. I know how she feels about me. She's been very honest..."

"And she wasn't shy about it. You were just oblivious due to being with Bethany, then you were overseas and her infatuation turned into the 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' love."

"And Charlotte?"

"She's slowly come around to understanding how she feels about you too. She married her ex-husband in the hope she'd simply move on."

"Sally, I kind of understand, but I don't get Charlotte being in love with me."

"That's why you will share a bed with her tonight as she will confess."

Lifting Mum's chin, I made sure her eyes met mine. "And you?" I asked softly.

"I'm being a foolish old woman, thinking..."

I cut her off by laying a soft kiss on her lips. She couldn't stop smiling as she kissed me back. It wasn't entirely chaste, but was certainly no kiss a mother and son would normally share. "I'll be honest about one thing, Mum. Loretta and I loved to roleplay. She loved it when I called her 'Mum' or 'Mother' when we were being intimate."

"You said you haven't made love..."

"Maybe I'm being harsh on some of those I've been with. I've fucked a lot, Mum. Not just on camera. If a group of women recognised me, they'd all want to go home with me at the end of the night. But when it was just me and Loretta, or me and Clarice, just the two of us in a bedroom, it was intimate but I can't say 'make love' as I wasn't in love, though I did love them."

"What about those two young women you lived with last?"

"Oh, Melody was a complete delight. I was just trying to keep her safe, and she loved nothing more than snuggling with me at night. Mary-Jane was very much her own woman, but she appreciated the advice I gave her. That was just sex, Mum."

"Would you ever consider... Maybe imagine I'm Loretta..."

"Why would I do that when I can just look at you, Mum? You're gorgeous, Mum. Please trust me on that. I've seen so much fakery where I was living for years. You're all natural and you look better for it. Okay?"

She relaxed into my chest. Sure, my mother straddling my lap would look weird to nearly everyone else, but there was actually nothing sexual going on. She didn't seem to be turned on, and I wasn't hard. Maybe if we'd started making out, my body would definitely react. So we cuddled until she mentioned getting ready for bed as she had work the next morning. Kissing my cheek, she whispered she loved me and how happy she was that I was finally home again, before watching her walk away.

In bed later that evening, now over the jet-lag but ensuring I was now keeping a regular sleep schedule, the knock at the door was so light, I almost missed it. Lying on my side, I called my older sister into the room. She slipped inside, closing the door lightly behind her, and I noticed the colour on her cheeks immediately.

"Hi," she whispered.

"You okay, Charlie?"

"I'm nervous. Sally has always known what she wants." She took a few faltering steps in my direction, the silk negligee showing off plenty of skin while highlighting her womanly curves. She was nearly eighteen months older than me, but our relationship had never been more than that of close siblings. She met my eyes and the smile was adorably shy. "Can I sleep with my little brother tonight?"

"Did Sally tell you how I sleep?"

She giggled and I think my heart almost stopped. Both sisters sounded alike when giggling. "I think she almost wet herself with excitement when she slid into bed with you."

Pulling back the sheets, I could see her making a conscious effort not to look down my body, but her smile was infectious as she joined me on the bed, spooning back against me. Covering her with the sheets, I felt the skin of her arse cheeks and I wondered if she had come without panties. Feeling her snuggle back against me, I wrapped my right arm around her, kissing her cheek, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and body wash, the smells of fruit in my nostrils.

Her negligee felt fantastic at my fingertips, running my fingers up and down her body before I slid them underneath her negligee and felt the soft, warm skin. Her breath caught for a moment as I ran my hand down, feeling the shaved hairs just above her pussy. When she lifted her right leg, resting it on top of mine, I had complete access to her.

"You sure?" I whispered into her ear.

"Just touch me, Mark. And I can feel you're hard."

"I have a gorgeous woman in bed with me. Of course I'm hard."

"Even if it's your older sister."

Pressing into her, she gasped as I cupped her pussy, feeling the warmth and the fact she was wet. "Because you're my sister," I growled quietly into her ear.

Moving my hand back to her stomach, I continued to just caress her body, but I focused on kissing her neck, enjoying the soft moans she made as her entire body was on fire. What I was finding, the nigh prior with Sally, and now with my other sister, was that I genuinely loved who I was with. I didn't have those feelings very often when on the other side of the Pacific.

"Touch me, Mark. Please touch me," she whimpered. She turned her head so I could see her eyes. "It's okay, Mark. I want you to. Do you want to touch me? Touch your older sister like you did your younger one?"

I touched her and the jolt she made in my arms would normally have made me laugh. But she released such a moan, she felt my cock throb against her as I slowly fondled her pussy. She was so wet, and she felt like a furnace. I kissed her again as she rolled onto her back, sliding off her negligee so I could got a good look at her full breasts. They were milky white, suggesting she didn't sunbathe topless. Her nipples were hard and I couldn't resist taking one in her mouth.

"Fuck, I want your big dick right now," she murmured, "But Sally should get you first like that. She's loved you for so long."

"And you?"

"Despite what you think about yourself, you're still the sweet and kind little brother I remember."

I kissed her again, sliding my tongue into her mouth, feeling her hand rest on the back of my head as I finally slid a finger inside her. She gasped into my mouth before moaning, breaking the kiss so I could look down to see the fact I was now fingering my older sister. She quickly accepted a second finger, turning my hand enough that I could ever so gently fondle her clit.

She whispered for me to remain gentle. Then she smiled and remembered that I was usually like that, camera or not. In fact, it was usually off camera, in the privacy of the bedroom, that I would get dominant if that's what a lover wanted. But I hated seeing women being choked, slapped, spat on, all sorts of nasty shit on camera. I knew it gave impressionable young men the wrong idea about sex.

"Can't believe my little brother has two fingers in my pussy," she moaned, "And he's going to make me cum."

"I love you, Charlie."

"Call me Lottie, Mark. That will be your name for me. Everyone else can call me Charlie. But I love you too, Mark." She giggled and whispered, "Or should that be Bruce."

Rolling so I sat on my knees between her legs, I gazed down at her body. More curves than her younger sister, but Charlotte was also taller than her. I enjoyed the fur above her pussy, again different to her sister. Leaning down to kiss her, I smiled as I upped the tempo as I fingered her, her chocolate brown eyes gazing into mine. She used to be brunette like her younger sister, but now coloured it almost raven black. Again her paler skin, it looked fantastic. Her nipples were still incredibly pink.

She moaned softly as she squeezed my fingers. I knew she was getting close. "God, I wish it was your dick inside me," she said softly, "But I promised Sally..."

"How about something else besides my dick then?"

Kissing her again, I lowered my mouth to her breasts, giving them attention again, and it was what set off her first orgasm. She covered her mouth to quieten her moans, her body convulsing, as I continued to kiss down her body. Reaching the trimmed fur above her pussy, I removed my fingers and sucked them clean, before lowering my mouth to her pussy, running my tongue slowly along her slit. The whimper she released made my cock throb again. In that moment, I wanted to make love with my older sister, but if she'd made a promise to Sally, I wouldn't force her to break it.

"Yes," she hissed, "Too long..."

"That's a crime, Lottie. Your pussy is gorgeous."

I think she choked back a sob at the compliment, sitting up on an elbow as her other hand run through my hair. Gazing up into her brown eyes, she smiled at me as I wrapped a hand around each thigh and went to town on her, ignoring her clit for the moment, focusing on just enjoying her taste and the reactions of her body to anything I was doing. I'd always loved eating pussy. I thought I was good with Bethany, but it was with Loretta that I truly learned my pussy eating stripes. Well, her and one or two of her mature friends.

Once I sensed she was ready, I slid my fingers back inside her, curling them as I knew where her spot was already, as I focused on her clit. Didn't take long to figure out how she liked her clit played with. Every woman was different. My sister liked soft licks from bottom to top. Within a couple of minutes, she went off like a firecracker. This time, she didn't cover her mouth, so Sally would have heard her. Hell, Mum probably did as well.

"Don't stop... Make me cum again..."

What my older sister wants, she gets. I didn't relent, one orgasm seeming to roll into the next, until she almost crushed my head with her thighs and I knew I had to stop. Kissing up her body, she smiled at me before we heard a cleared throat, both of us turning to the door to see our younger sister standing there, hand down her panties, other hand underneath her thin tank top.

"Fuck, that was so hot," Sally whispered, "I'll leave you to it. I just had to watch for a few minutes."

"You can stay," Charlotte replied.

Sally smiled, sauntering over and kissing her sister on the forehead. "No, you get him tonight as agreed." She offered me her fingers though, tasting my little sister again. "But that's a taster for tomorrow, because you better be aware that you'll be eating my pussy tomorrow night."

As soon as Sally closed the door, I leaned across to turn off the lamp as Charlotte snuggled into my body. She was rather warm and a little damp from sweat, but I'd experienced far worse things in my life. Her hair still smelled of her fruit scented shampoo, and I loved the smell of sex that lingered in the air. To be honest, I could smell pussy all day and never not love it.

Waking in the morning, she was spooned against me again, my cock poking her in the back. "Jesus, Mark. No wonder they wanted you in films."

"Yet there were plenty of guys longer and thicker. Trust me, in the porn world, I'm average."

She turned around to meet my eyes, giggling away. "My ex-husband was tiny compared to you, Mark," she said, her fingers caressing my cock. I shuddered at how soft her fingers were. "I'd love to suck your cock right now, but I have to get up for work."

Kissing me one last time, she slid out of bed and I watched her naked butt walk towards the door. Within thirty seconds of her disappearing, Sally poked her head through the gap and skipped across my room, jumping onto my bed and straddling me. She was naked, of course, rubbing her pussy against my shaft. I groaned again as I'm fairly sure she was ready for me to fuck her right there and then.

"Sally, leave your brother alone," Mum said from the doorway, "If you want him to fuck you, wait until later." I glanced at her and was surprised to see her smile. "Maybe you'd like to join your mother tonight?"

"You're serious?"

"Mum needs a good seeing to," Sally whispered, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my nose, "But I get you first."

"I just want a handsome young man to cuddle me all night. And that means you'll be wearing something to cover that big cock of yours," Mum stated.

"Can I ride your face?" Sally wondered.

Mum scoffed but said, "Sally, you have work. You're old enough I shouldn't have to be telling you this!"

"He'll get me off in five minutes. I'm so fucking horny right now."

I tapped my mouth. "Get on, sweetie. I can't wait to taste my little sister again."

She was smaller and lighter than her older sister, so as her pussy came into view, seeing how wet she already was, I licked my lips as she lowered herself down. She whimpered once I had figured out what she loved, one of her hands holding my head in place as she gyrated on my mouth. She cried out more than once and enjoyed more than one orgasm. She eventually had to tear herself away from my mouth but only so she could rest on my chest.

"Wow," she whispered, "No wonder Charlie wouldn't shut up last night!"

"That was just a taster."

"Sleep with Mum tonight, Mark. She's missed you just as much, though if you want to eat my pussy again when I get home."

"I'll make you cum before dinner."
Kissing me deeply, enjoying her soft tongue in my mouth, she whispered she loved me before sliding off me, unable to tear my eyes away from her pert little arse before she disappeared from view. Wondering how a certain someone would react, I wandered through the house to the kitchen, my mother busy reading her phone at the counter. Coming up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her body and pressed into her.

Thankfully, she giggled. "Mark, are you naked?"

"I am."

I moved back enough that she could turn around. She'd seen me naked enough already but not from this close. Her hands moved to my chest, her fingers slowly moving up and down. Her blue eyes dazzled me. I knew she'd been single for a long time, nothing more than occasional date. I'd never really thought about her intimately, but Loretta and I had roleplayed more than once as it was a fun kink to play. When I called her 'Mummy' when we were intimate, I swear her orgasms were even better at times.

Cupping her cheek, her eyes closed and you couldn't wipe away the smile. Leaning down to kiss her, I pressed my body into her and I loved the small whimper she released. Of course, that's when my two sisters walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah, go Mum!" Sally cheered.

"I knew she wouldn't be able to resist too long," Charlotte added, both sitting at the table.

Tearing my mouth away from my mother, her cheeks were now rather rosy but her hands moved immediately to my cock. "So hard, baby," she whispered, "You haven't made love since leaving, have you?"

"I promised Sally..."

"I know, baby. You're a good brother for looking after both your sisters. Need mother to look after you?"

"You're serious?"

"I'm probably not as good as those women you performed with..."

"Hush, Mum. It would mean a million times more because of who you are to me. I love you, Mum."

She kissed me again before resting her head against my chest. "I love you too, baby. Girls, get your own breakfast for now, my baby boy needs his big cock sucked."

Watching my professionally dressed mother fall to her knees was a sight I never thought I'd see. She never tore her eyes away from me as her tongue worked my shaft. I had to look away for a moment as I knew I'd probably cum far too quickly, an embarrassment on the set, but it would be a sign of how turned on she made me.

When her hand fondled my balls, I raised an eyebrow as she giggled but said nothing, answering the unasked question by wrapping her lips around my shaft and swallowing at least two-thirds of it in one go.

"Holy fuck, Mum," I groaned.

"Want to watch?" Sally asked.

"God yes."

So that's how I ended up in the kitchen, Mum sucking my cock, sister to either side of her. Mum never gave a thought to relinquishing my cock but my sisters had their hands all over my body at the same time, gazing up at me with nothing but love. At heart, I knew I didn't deserve such treatment from my mother, nor the devotion that my two sisters seemed to be giving me. I'm not saying I didn't deserve any love, but... Well, I guess I still needed some sort of therapy.

Gently grasping the back of Mum's head, she was ever so pleased when her nose bumped into my groin, her head bobbing faster and faster. I warned her when I was getting close, glancing to see my two sisters looked as turned on as our mother did.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed as I blasted into my mother's mouth. Without hesitation, she was immediately gulping down my load. I'd adjusted my diet over the years, with all sorts of supplements, that meant my loads were far larger and thicker. I still took them now, as they were legal to bring into the country.

"Holy shit," Mum finally said, letting go of my cock, "How much do you cum?"

"Mum!" Sally giggled, "You just sucked your son's cock!"

Mum had nothing but a smile on her face. "I know, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I love you, baby."

Helping Mum to her feet, I made her laugh as I picked her up and rested her on the counter. She knew what I wanted, lifting herself up so I could slide off her panties, loving how damp they were already. Holding them to my nose, she had that distinctive scent of a mature woman. "Are you going to eat my pussy now, baby?" she whispered, "You're going to lick Mummy's pussy?"

"Would you like that, Mum? Your son between your legs, making you cum?"

She pulled me towards her, kissing me softly on the lips. "I'd wish I was Loretta in your films. You had such chemistry with her. I was jealous until I met her and realised why she was so special to you."

Mum left the house half an hour later, humming a tune, with a new pair of panties on, and colour in her cheeks that would likely remain most of the day. Sally and Charlotte departed soon afterwards, also wearing new panties, as I had the pair they were wearing in my possession, considering they were soaking wet.

Sally was first home and I kept my word to her, though she wanted me to eat her out on her bed. What did weird me out at first was she changed into clothing she'd kept since she was a teenager, as she'd barely changed since then. She admitted to enacting a fantasy of hers, joining her on the bed as I couldn't help but drink in her petite form. If I were to place my cock where I'd slide it inside her, I knew I'd have to likely lube myself up to make love to her.

I was almost having to re-learn certain things at times. Having been on film, either as an amateur or professional for nearly a decade, I had learned some bad habits. We spent half an hour just making out, whispers of affection and a lot of giggling from her. Taking off her t-shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples hard enough to cut glass. I gave those plenty of attention before slowing moving down her body.

Completely ignoring her groin area, I kissed down her smooth legs before arriving at her feet. I wasn't big on feet, neither was she, but I knew it still felt good. By the time I was moving back up her other leg, she was begging me to take off her shorts. As soon as I had them off, she spread her legs and I buried my face.

She must have had an orgasm within thirty seconds, and I didn't relent for a second. By the time Mum arrived home, I was lying on my side with Sally fast asleep as she cuddled up to me. We were underneath a sheet, Mum appearing at the doorway. She smiled at seeing my little sister snuggled up to me, sitting on the edge of the bed as she ran a hand up her side.

"Look after your little sister?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Once you're settled and studying, you'll need to share a bed more often than not. Charlotte will be happy with the occasional visit, and I'll steal you for the occasional bit of nookie. But Sally has loved you all her life, Mark." She paused and shook her head. "She was heartbroken when you got with Bethany," she admitted.

Sally snuggled into me tighter as I caressed her back. "That's okay, Mum. I'm still a little weirded out by it all, to be honest..."

"As expected. The three of us have had many discussions while you were gone."

"But I can't bear the thought of hurting anyone, but in particular this beautiful young woman whose bed I'm in right now."

"I want to make love," Sally whispered.

"We will but only after I take my little sister on a proper date. Same goes for my older sister and mother. I'll fool around with you but won't be that intimate until we do something together. I want to do it properly."

Mum disappeared to help Charlotte make dinner while I kept Sally company. Couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she kissed me, giggling that I tasted like her pussy. Called for dinner a little later, I made sure I got dressed, Sally throwing on one of my t-shirts that just about covered her arse, joining the other two at the table.

Gathering in the living room, we chilled out for the rest of the evening, Sally and Charlotte both kissing me deeply before they headed off to bed. Mum told me to wait before joining her in a few minutes, wondering what she had planned. When I heard her call for me, I walked into her bedroom to find her lying back on the bed in a sheer black negligee and nothing else, and only light being provided by the lone lamp on the nightstand.

Stripping off, I joined her on the bed as I ran my hands all over her body. I loved the black patch of her above her pussy. I wasn't bothered by hair or shaved. When I'd started out, nearly every woman was requested to be shaved. In the last couple of years, the trend had changed, though the younger women still kept everything bare.

My mother received the same treatment as her youngest child. By the time I ran my tongue along her slit, her juices were practically flowing, and unlike that morning, she needed a little cry as I made her orgasm again and again. Spooning against me a little later, she actually thanked me for coming home with them. I thanked her for coming to get me, admitting that I wasn't in a good place mentally. I hated myself, didn't really enjoy what I was doing anymore, and my vices would either kill me or leave me homeless in the end.

The rest of the week, I alternated between the women of the house who I spent the night with, while I fooled around with someone different each morning. Wednesday night was different as the three blew me together, alternating for a couple of minutes. Sally was eager for my load, and I loved watching her drink down my cum. Returning the favour on all three of them, ordering to sit back on the couch and spread their legs, I loved making the three most important women in my life cum hard, one after the other.

By that next weekend, any weird feelings had long disappeared. In fact, I was left regretting a few things, though I knew that wasn't the right way to look at life. I'd loved Bethany, but that decision to leave had been the start of our slow descent, but I had to live by the rule of everything that happens, for good or for bad, happens for a reason. Every decision I'd taken in life had led me to this current moment.

Mum woke me up early on Saturday, Charlotte cuddling into my body, fast asleep after I'd spent hours eating her out. Sitting on her knees next to the bed, she caressed Charlotte's hair before meeting my eyes. "Mark, we're going to see Bethany today," she whispered.

I knew it was coming but it still broke my heart. Part of me still did and would always love her. "When?" I asked softly.

"We'll go around 10am. Give you time to have breakfast, shower and get dressed. Make sure you wear slacks, a nice shirt and tie."

My sisters joined me in the shower as they knew it would be a difficult morning. I knew why Mum was doing it, as I was taking Sally out that night, so get it done with early so I could focus on my sister. I loved it when they both cuddled me, whispering how much they loved me. Slowly but surely, I was feeling more alive. I had the love of my family, and my application for university was being considered. With any luck, the new semester starting in a month would see me in attendance.

Rookwood Cemetery is the largest cemetery in Australia. Some of our distant relatives were buried there. Mum parked up and led the way as she'd been at the funeral with my sisters. In the distance, I saw three people waiting for us. I stopped immediately. Mum sensed it and turned to take my hand. "You need to speak to them and grieve together, Mark. They've never blamed you. Even her brother. It was just anger that sparked what he said."

She gave me a few seconds to gather myself before we resumed walking. Bethany's father approached me first, offering his hand. "Good to see you, Mark," he said before he wrapped his other arm around me, "Thank you for coming."

"No problem, John."

Next was her mother. She was already crying as I hugged her tightly. I'd always loved Bethany's mother. We held each other in near silence for a few minutes, feeling the tears drip down my cheeks again. I knew this would probably the last time we'd see each other. I was too much of a reminder for them, and no matter what anyone said, I'd always carry some guilt for what happened to their daughter.

"You're looking much better, Mark," she said, leaning back, holding my head in her soft hands, leaving a soft kiss on my forehead, "I'm glad you've come home."

"Me too, Mary. It's good to see you."

Next was her brother, the man who I had always thought hated me ever since the day she'd introduced me to the family as her boyfriend. But his eyes glistened as he offered his hand. "I'm sorry, Mark."

"I'm sorry too, Brad."

We embraced as he sobbed against my shoulder. I'd never seen any emotions from him except anger and disdain. Together, we gathered around her grave, each of us placing a flower by the headstone. It listed her name, her date of birth and date of passing, and a short inscription about being with god. I wasn't religious, but despite everything, Bethany had always believed in a form of higher power. Whether it was god or not, she loved to believe that heaven waited for everyone.

"You know, it might not be the time, but she usually loved what she did," I said, "There were one or two things I hated to see her do. Turned up at my door once too often in tears. Ended up in hospital a couple of times. But when we were together on camera, we could sometimes just forget everything else and be together."

"She never stopped loving you," Mary said softly, taking my hand in hers, "She confessed to all the mistakes she made in her letters. She knew she threw away something good, but I'm glad you somehow remained friends."

"Once I got over the anger, I realised I missed her. We didn't see each other for months until we were cast together. In the dressing room beforehand, I cracked a bad joke but she giggled. God, I'd missed that sound. By the time cameras were rolling, we had that connection again. Made love in front of a group of people. Next scene we did together, we watched it back and knew we would be winning awards for it." I sighed, running my other hand over my face. "I'll never not blame myself for what happened. I did my best to look after her, but she was always a free spirit and independent. We both had vices in the end but it's not fair to any of us that she's not here with us now."

"She is," Mary whispered, "She's in my heart as much as she's in yours, Mark. As I said, she always loved you, even during the worst of times. And I know you'll always love my daughter too."

"Will you join us for lunch, Mark?" John asked, "One last time together."

"I'd be honoured, sir."

It wasn't awkward at all. Brad and I shared a heart to heart and more than one embrace. Mary constantly held my hand. John smiled throughout, despite the heartache of the day. Mum looked on with love in her eyes, while Sally and Charlotte regaled the table with plenty of funny stories. At the end of the meal, we gathered in the car park to say our goodbyes.

"Please stay in touch," Mary asked of me, "You'll always be welcome in our home. Promise me you'll at least consider seeing us again."

"I promise, Mary."

I hugged her tightly and I knew that, this time, she was smiling. Brad shook my hand and apologised again before shaking hands with John. "Good luck, son," he stated. I smiled, as he'd called me that for years, "Look after your family."

"I will, sir. And thank you for inviting me today."

"You needed to say goodbye to her properly." He glanced up at the sky. "I know, wherever she is, she'll be smiling and thanking you for that."

I was emotionally drained after that. Mum drove us home. As soon as I was inside, I told her I was going for a nap. Sally followed me, though I was surprised Charlotte joined us too. After undressing to my underwear, my sisters stripped to theirs, Sally spooning against me while Charlotte cuddled me from behind. I was out like a light within minutes.

Smart enough to set an alarm on my smartphone, we woke up together a couple of hours later. Kissing and cuddling each sister as they cuddled into my side while on my back, it made me feel better after the emotional rollercoaster of a morning. Asking if I was okay, I assured them that I actually felt a little better about things, and that I was glad to see her parents and brother. I also suggested I'd keep my promise to Mary and make sure I did keep in contact. It would be the right thing to do.

Mum was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine, when I wandered out to get a drink, Sally in the bathroom to get ready, Charlotte informing me she was heading out with a couple of girlfriends. Sitting next to my mother, she was wearing a skirt so her legs were on display. She gave me a look first. "You're thinking," she said softly.

"My mother has fantastic legs."

"You're taking your sister out tonight."

"And?"

She laughed, smacking me lightly with her magazine. "You're incorrigible," she stated, before placing the magazine down and turning her body towards me, "Though I do love the attention from such a handsome young man."

"You're beautiful, Mum. Why don't you date?"

"I don't need a man full-time in my life, Mark. And your sisters have already agreed that we're going to share you. You will be our man going forward."

"Will that work?"

"We'll make it work. I told them there will be no jealousy, and if there are any issues, we talk them out, definitely not letting them fester."

"You realise it's incest."

She scoffed. "That's only an issue if it's multi-generational, Mark. Trust me, I did the research before I agreed to what Sally wanted. As soon as Charlotte got wind of it, she admitted her feelings too."

"Sally, I should perhaps have realised. Charlotte, I had no idea."

"She watched your amateur stuff with Bethany and, like her sister and mother, found herself wanting to be your girlfriend. It was a purely physical thing at first, but now she wants to share you with her sister because she loves you so much. Comes back to wanting to heal your heart and soul, Mark. You're not the awful man you think you are."

"Mary told me that too. Hearing that from her mother... That took a weight off my conscience."

Mum kissed my cheek and cuddled into me, her hand resting on my chest, wrapping an arm around her in return. Sally eventually called out that the bathroom was finally free. I think Mum somewhat reluctantly let me go. Shaving and showering, I looked in the mirror and smiled at my reflection for the first time I could remember. The lack of drink and drugs was already having its effect as I certainly looked better. My body was still otherwise pretty hairless. Since I didn't have to be smooth for the camera any longer, I figured I could give up the constant waxing, at least.

Dressing for a night out, the usual slacks, shirt and shoes combination favoured by most men, a little cologne and combing my hair, I waited for my little sister to appear. She walked out wearing the sort of dress that most men would be drooling over. She styled her hair, make-up simply accentuated her beauty, but she couldn't stop smiling as I rose to my feet to meet her.

"Wow," I whispered.

"Ready to go? Mum will drive us in. We'll find our own way home."

I'm not sure how I kept my hands to ourselves as Mum drove us into the city. Well, I kept my hands away from her tits and pussy, but I was constantly stroking her thigh, Sally slowly opening her legs wider, giving me a look that told me that she needed me to touch her intimately. So I kissed her instead, making her whimper as I pulled her tight to my body.

Pulling up outside the restaurant, Mum wished us a good night as I took Sally by the hand, leading her to the doors. Greeted by a waiter, we were led to a small table that offered privacy. Seating my sister first, I sat in the chair to her side, not opposite. I wanted to hold her hand the entire time. It wasn't too fancy but the food was top notch. With no real pressure, I found Sally incredibly easy to talk, sharing life experiences, hopes and dreams for the future.
After dessert, she told me that she wanted to go somewhere with life and a place to dance. I'd spent plenty of time in nightclubs while back in LA. She knew of one club in particular she wanted to visit, so taking my hand, she guided the way. I recognised she avoided mention of going to the pub as she didn't want to tempt me. I could probably just enjoy one drink, but I'd rather not tempt fate too.

Arriving at the nightclub, there was only a small line leading in. Paying the cover charge to get in, I wasn't surprised that the drinks were incredibly overpriced, but we were happy with a bottle of water each. Pulling me onto the dancefloor, we joined the revellers as the music was bumping, the bass thumping through the floor. Sally was grinding against me within minutes, my hands moving up and down her body. She turned her head to kiss me constantly and she would have felt my cock pressing against her, particularly as I didn't have underwear on.

With her back to me, I slid my hands down her body before lifting her dress and helping lower her black panties. Falling to the floor, I quickly picked them up, holding them to my nose. I loved my little sisters scent, placing them in my pocket. Hands back under her dress, I started to fondle her pussy. I'm fairly sure those closest to us could see what was going on.

"Make your little sister cum," she breathed into my ear when leaning back.

I made her orgasm more than once, particularly once she was turned around and I could hide my hand better. She needed to kiss me as her body convulsed and shudder, one climax after the other. "Fucking hell, you're dripping," I whispered. Offering my fingers, she sucked on them eagerly, moaning as I felt her tongue working them like a cock. "That's it, taste yourself, little sister," I whispered into her ear.

"I can't wait for my big brother to make love to me," she whispered back.

I took note of that. Not fuck. She didn't want me to fuck her. She wanted to make love with her brother. I knew I had to make it special, for it to mean something. And Sally would never just be a random fuck. I loved her far too much for that.

We stayed until near midnight. I thought we would get a cab home but Sally was nothing if not prepared. She led me down a few streets I recognised before we stopped outside a hotel lobby. Leading me inside, she halted at reception and gave her name, checking us in. Riding the elevator to the ninth floor, she led me to a room, using the keycard to gain us entry.

I chuckled when seeing two small suitcases by the couch on the opposite side of the room. Walking towards the bed, Sally turned and lowered her dress, leaving her in only her very small bra as her panties were still in my pocket, her heels ending up next to her suitcase as she slid those off. Walking towards me, she helped off my shirt and trousers as I slid off my shoes and socks so I stood naked before her.

Kissing down my body, she ended up on her knees, gazing up at me with nothing but unconditional love in her eyes and complete devotion on her face. "Going to get you off now as you won't last long in my tight little pussy, Mark," she whispered, running her tongue up and down my cock.

Fuck, knowing I was going to be making love to her soon, it was a good idea to empty my chamber first, so to speak. She didn't tease me either, lips quickly wrapping around my shaft, hand fondling my balls, the other working the rest of my shaft, and she was eager to taste my cum.

"I'm eating you out next," I growled.

"My pussy is only for you, Mark. No-one else will ever have it, not even Mum or Charlie. I'll even get a tattoo above it, stating 'For the exclusive use OF MY BROTHER!' Though that would lead to questions."

"You get off on it, don't you?"

She licked my cock and looked at me with complete innocence. "Don't you love being like this with your incredibly cute, adorable and very innocent little sister?"

Caressing her cheek with the back of my hand, I leaned down to kiss her. "I love you," I whispered.

"Good. Now I'm going to show how much I love you by sucking your big cock and swallowing your massive load."

God, I loved how she talked about me sometimes. And I let her get on with it. Watching her head bob up and down on my cock was something else, and within a few minutes, I could feel my orgasm approaching. I'd always warn a lover I was close, but knowing she wanted to swallow, I gave her one final warning I was ready to blast away.

My little sister swallowed every single drop. I was rather impressed, to be honest, hearing her gulp down my cum. She was ever so eager, she licked my cock clean, squeezing my cock to get every drop she could, before she sat back on her knees, smiling up at me.

Easily picking her up, enjoying her squeal, I gently dumped her on the bed, pulling her towards me as she somehow removed her bra, leaving her as naked as I was. Burying my face between her legs, I inhaled her scent and my cock stirred. She moaned as I buried my tongue, no teasing, just straight to the business of making her orgasm. I couldn't get enough of her, and Sally knew she'd be kept smiling along with her sisters for the rest of their lives.

Fingers in her pussy, tongue at her clit, she was putty in my paws. She cried out my name more than once and begged her big brother to make her orgasm again and again. She was flowing, licking up her sweet juices. She sucked on her fingers when I offered them as we ended up on bed together, my cock now as hard as titanium again, her legs spread nice and wide, her pussy wet and inviting for her brother.

"Moment of truth," I whispered, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips.

She whimpered as the head of my cock slid inside her. She was incredibly wet and willing for me, but despite that, she was still so tight, I worried I'd hurt her. Her fingers dug into my back as I tried to take it as slowly as possible, enjoying how hot she was. Keeping my eyes on hers, her eyes were filled with the desire for her brother to fill her completely.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her bottom lip trembling, "Waited so long, Mark..."

"I love you so much, Sally."

Her face lit up at my words, leaning up to kiss me. "I love you just as much, Mark."

Ever so gently, I started to thrust without burying myself completely, the fear of hurting her still in the back of my mind. Leaning down to rest on my forearms, I loved the feelings of her fingers moving up and down my arms and back, her legs bent back and resting against my torso. She felt so small underneath me, remembering there I was almost a foot taller than her.

She gasped when I buried myself completely. "Okay?" I asked.

"Definitely okay. My god, I can't believe how big you feel!"

"Um, thanks," I said quietly, surprised at myself for blushing.

"Look, sucking you is one thing, and just looking at it is another, but feeling you in my tight little pussy is something else, Mark." Resting a hand on my chest, she added, "Just be gentle. The angle you're at is perfect." I returned a knowing smile as she giggled. "Definitely going to cum on big brother's big cock!"

Doing as she wanted, I watched her face and judged how she reacted to what I was doing. Figuring I'd have a little fun, when I licked my thumb and moved it between us. Just grazing it over her clit earned a jolt and whimper of pleasure. Meeting her eyes again, she nodded eagerly, and with the way I was thrusting and now with my thumb helping, what might have been a good orgasm turned into a great one. My little sister went off like a firecracker. I felt the gush of liquid escape her, while her back arched, and then she almost shuddered until she went still. She was still breathing, but had this dreamy smile on her face as I just looked at her.

"Wow," I whispered, taken aback as only a very select women had ever reacted in such a way. I could count them on one hand.

Opening her eyes, she looked into mine and burst into tears. Now that reaction I understood, feeling the emotional connection with her at the same time. Her limbs wrapped around me as she whimpered for me to keep going, that she wanted to feel me cum inside her. I knew she was on the pill but I couldn't help whisper, "Fuck, I'd love it if you were fertile right now."

That earned a soft kiss on the cheek. "One day, you'll put a baby in me. Tonight, it's just us. Your big brother dick. My tight little sister pussy."

She went quiet as I started to thrust a little faster. She was as wet as ever, I'm sure a giant wet spot underneath us. She continued to shudder from aftershocks from her orgasm, and then she had another one, without any stimulation from her clit. Her fingers dug into me as her legs tightened around me even further. "Fuck me," she cried, "Fuck me, big brother."

I was getting off on it too, the idea I was buried in my sister. I kissed her again as I really started to pump her. She whimpered and moaned, but reassured me it didn't hurt her. Feeling that familiar building sensation, I warned her was I getting closer and closer. She smiled and kissed me, not saying a word, her eyes expressing all she needed.

Considering I hadn't cum in pussy in perhaps the longest time I could remember, no wonder I buried my cock and just let flow. Sally giggled, telling me she felt every throb and was sure she felt the spurt fire as deep as possible. I groaned loudly more than once and focused on not crushing my little sister underneath me.

"I love you," she whispered, "I've waited so long for that moment, to feel you cum in me. Now I'm definitely yours forever."

Lifting myself up to meet her eyes, I don't think anything except hearing the death of a loved one would wipe the smile off her face. My cock was still as hard as steel, but I needed to pull out and give her time to calm down. Watching the cum trickle out of her pussy was incredibly erotic, knowing it was my little sister. Lying next to her, she immediately turned onto her side and cuddled into me.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you?"

She hugged me even tighter, resting her head against my chest. "I've never felt better and I love the fact you're still so worried you'll hurt me. Mark, once I'm used to you, trust me on this, I'm going to want to enact some fantasies, and will involve me on my knees while you pound my little pussy from behind." She paused and whispered, "And definitely anal. I've never done it before because that was only ever going to be yours."

As soon as she was ready, I had the great joy of lying back as my sister mounted my cock and rode herself to one orgasm after another. Watching my cock disappear inside her petite body reminded me of one or two girls I'd performed with. I noticed her wince every so often, but she'd immediately look down and smile at me. Moving my hands to her arse, she giggled when I tickled her rosebud, leaning forward, resting both hands on my chest.

"I don't have any lube," she said, "Otherwise you could finger my bum to your hearts content."

"Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, innocent sister?"

"I'll always be your sweet, innocent sister, Mark. Now fuck my pussy until you creampie me properly."

I roared with laughter as she giggled away, leaning down to kiss me softly. Running my fingers through her hair, she returned a shy smile as she slowed down so I could savour each time she slid down my cock. She moaned softly each time, stroking her soft skin. Only when I needed to cum did I roll her over, fucking her for all of two minutes before I filled her again.

Cuddling into me once I pulled out, she needed to tap out. "I know you can keep going, but my pussy hasn't seen this much action... ever... Not with such a big dick anyway!"

Agreeing to share a shower, she insisted I not touch her pussy in any way, whether fingers, tongue or cock, because she was far too tender. So I played with her arse instead, soaping it up nicely before I teased her rosebud. Pressing her body against the tiled wall, I kept teasing until she shuddered in my arms. I knew she was willing to try in the moment, but I relented as I could see she was exhausted at the same time. When I turned her around, she hugged me tightly for a few minutes. Drying off once out of the shower, she snuggled into me again under the covers of our bed.

"Tonight was perfect, Mark. The best first date I've ever had."

"Yeah, I can't think of many that equal tonight. It does help when I'm with someone I'm in love with."

She was quiet for a few seconds. "You mean that?"

"I do, Sally. I know I'll love you forever and I want you as much as you want me." She kissed me, rather excited about my confession. "What about our sister and mother?"

"The agreement we have is that I share you. Charlotte will be easy. I'm willing to alternate nights, but I said I will want to share her bed if you're there. You will probably end up sharing a bed with both of us most nights."

"And Mum?"

"We'll figure it out, but she won't miss out either."

The next morning, I woke up to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth on my cock. Watching my petite sister trying to swallow my cock is quite an impressive sight. Noticing I was awake, she lifted herself up and slowly lowered herself down my cock. We enjoyed an orgasm or two before heading downstairs for breakfast.

Arriving home a couple of hours later, Mum and Charlotte met us with a tight hug, Mum immediately inundating us with questions. Those stopped when she noticed how I was holding Sally, and there was no missing how she was gazing up at her big brother. Mum stated that I would be sharing the bed with Sally that night too, while I added that Charlotte would be taken out for a date next weekend.

My older sister was gagging for it all that week. I spent most nights with Sally, but Charlotte would often have her brother having his head between her legs before she went to work, and she was eager to return the favour during the evening when she walked in from work. Mum and Sally had walked into the living room more than once to see Charlotte on her knees between my legs, slowly sucking my cock until I came in her mouth. Like her little sister, Charlotte never spilled a drop.

Charlotte had me chuckling as she wanted the date of a teenager. Dinner first, nothing more than a burger and beer, before we went to the cinema, primarily so I could feel up my date, perhaps getting her nice and wet. After the movie, I was to take her home, sneak into her room, and then ravish her until dawn. Mum heard about this and thought it was both hilarious but very cute at the same time.

What turned me on immediately, as I was to pick Charlotte up from her house on Saturday afternoon, was the fact my thirty-year-old sister could pull of the sexy schoolgirl look. She even had her hair up in pigtails, the white shirt tight to her body, the checkered skirt obscenely short, with knee-high white socks and black pumps on her feet.

I'd starred in a couple of 'schoolgirl' movies during my career, but none of the women I'd shared a scene with came close to holding a candle to my sister. "Fuck me," I murmured.

"No, you're going to fuck me later," she breathed, leaning up to kiss me, her hand caressing the cock that was already hard within my jeans. No underwear, as usual.

Mum and Sally appeared, Sally wearing the same thing as her sister. I groaned as she stood next to her sister, giving me a kiss at the same time. Mum watching approvingly as I cuddled my two sisters, whispering how sexy they were and that I was a very lucky man.

"I have a little black dress when it's time for our date, Mark," Mum told me, "I can tell you now I won't be wearing panties but I'll give my pussy only a little trim."

"I don't want you bald, Mum," I replied, before kissing my youngest sister, "You, on the other hand..."

"I'm going to finger blast myself something fierce tonight, cover my body in my own juices, then wait for you to lick it all off tomorrow," she explained.

"Fucking hell, Sally!" Charlotte exclaimed.

"Right, we'd better go otherwise I'm going to fuck your little sister first."

"How are we getting into town?"

I couldn't resist smirking. "You want the date of a teenager; we're getting the bus!"

She loved it, laughing away as I held her hand, walking to the nearest bus stop. I noticed more than one car slow down and look at her as she slid a piece of chewing gum into her mouth while playing on her smartphone. I stood behind her as she leaned back against me, my hands caressing her body but not being too rude.

The bus ride into town was comfortable enough. As I held her hand, she was receiving plenty of attention as I led us to the burger place. I was a little worried about sipping a beer for the first time in weeks, assuring Charlotte that, with my family, I'd never have more than one or two. She kissed me and said she trusted me.

Charlotte loved the burger, and loved the beer even more. Once we'd filled ourselves, we wandered down the strip towards the cinemas, arriving in time to purchase tickets, ensuring we were in one of the secluded corners. Neither of us cared what film as she'd told me more than once we were not going in to watch the movie.

The chosen movie wasn't particularly popular, finding our seats easily. We behaved until the movie started, and Charlotte didn't hesitate, fishing my cock out and stroking me off. Turning to kiss her, I was ready to tear her shirt apart when she reminded me that we still had to get home. So I focused on getting her panties off, lifting her legs over the arms of the chair, and focused on fondling her incredibly wet pussy.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered as I slid a pair of fingers inside her.

"Holy fuck, you're tight!"

She giggled before kissing me. "I haven't slept with many men and none of them were anywhere near as big as you."

"Lottie, I really want to fuck you here and now."

"I'll take the edge of for you," she said, sliding off her chair onto the floor, positioning herself in front of me. I learned very quickly that my older sister could suck cock, my head rolling back as she swallowed to the base very quickly. Holding her head, she wanted me to move my hips. I'd never liked fucking the face of a woman I was with unless she wanted it, and Charlotte was giving me all the indication to really take control.

Both hands on her head, I moved my hips faster and she moaned loudly, enough one or two people turned to look back at us. I was so turned by just how damned sexy she was, I had to warn her I was close.

She stopped long enough to glare at me. "On my face or you're not fucking me later."

I stood up and held her head in place, jerking my cock until I blasted the first rope onto her face. She waited until I'd spurted four times before she took my cock in her mouth to take the rest. Even in the darkness, I could see her eyes gazing up into mine, and it was the same look as her sister. And I had to return the favour, sitting her down, legs over each arm again, lifting her skirt as I ran a tongue along her slit.

"That's it, baby. My teenage pussy is all yours," she murmured, "Untouched by any man, though my brother definitely wants to fuck me."

I ate her out slowly, bringing her to the boil more than once, until she was begging me to get her off. Sliding a pair of fingers inside her again, she smiled at me as I found her spot. Now it was time to figure out how she liked her clit pleasured properly. Within five minutes, I almost had her screaming the cinema down. Squeezing my fingers, she almost squirted all over my arm, one orgasm flowing into the other.

"Fuck, I love you," she whimpered, "But it's too much."

"One more?"

"Okay, but make it a big one," she replied softly.

I made it a big one. Everyone in the cinema knew she had an orgasm as she purposely didn't cover her mouth. Then she slumped in her chair, the same dreamy smile her little sister had after she enjoyed a massive orgasm. Closing her legs, I pulled her skirt down and sat next to her, quickly picking her up and placing her down on my lap so she could recover.
Once the lights came on, she was just about with it to walk with me. Staggering down the stairs to street level, she stopped and pulled me in to kiss her. "Thank you," she whispered, "I never experienced anything like that when I was younger. I was too focused on studying and missed out on a lot of fun."

"What would you like to do next?"

"Well, I'm going to go home, and my boyfriend is going to sneak into my room so he can fuck me."

We grabbed a taxi that took us all the way home. As she wandered to the front door, I paid the taxi then waited outside. Thankfully, we lived in a normal house, though I'd have to detach the fly screen to get into her room. I waited a few minutes until she sent me a text, letting me know she was going to bed and that I'd have to keep the noise down.

It was a lot of fun sneaking into her room. She was really into the role, shushing me more than once as I took off the fly screen, replacing it once I was inside. She was still wearing the same clothes, though had taken off her shoes.

"Mum's in the living room. But my virgin pussy is yours, Mark."

God, the idea of actually playing the role of taking my sister's cherry was a larger turn on than I'd admit. Having gotten the foreplay done at the cinema, it was obvious that my sister didn't want anything else except for me to make love. But I didn't want to rush it, kissing her deeply as I slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, the sheet white bra showing off her pink nipples, the size of a dollar coin, her nipples hard and pointing out. Taking off her skirt I remembered I'd taken off her panties, lowering my face so I could inhale her scent again. She giggled when doing that.

"Ready to take my virginity, little brother? My untouched pussy needs you."

"You know I've been with others, Lottie. I hope you don't mind."

She smiled as I leaned up and kissed her. "Who could resist my handsome hunk of a brother? But I had to keep my pussy fresh and tight for you."

Slowly sinking my cock, I realised how much it meant as she bit her bottom lip to keep her emotions in check. I kissed her again and caressed her face as she was as tight as her little sister. It was only when I was buried that we both released a breath. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed, before covering her mouth, "Fucking hell, Mark," she added quietly, "I've never had anyone this big inside me."

Before I could move, there was a knock at the door. Mum playing her role perfectly. "Are you okay in there, Charlie? I heard you shouting."

I moved inside her, causing my sister to moan. "I'm... I'm okay, Mum." She moaned again. "Oh my god," she groaned.

"Are you sure? Can I come in?"

"No, Mum! I'm fine!" I moved faster and she couldn't hold back. "Oh god, fuck me, Mark."

Mum laughed out loud and couldn't hold up the pretence any longer. "You kids have fun. Love you both."

Lifting her legs over my shoulders, my sister wanted me to fuck her, so I fucked her just like she wanted. She was soon screaming out in joy, holding her hands against the pillow as I pounded her harder and harder. Having cum earlier, and with all her orgasms, I was wondering how long it would take us to enjoy our first orgasm while making love. I was going to last a while, so I focused on hitting the right spots in her.

It took a while but I figured it out, the angle to thrust inside her, and it worked like a charm, I lowered her legs just in time so she could spread them wide, her fingers digging into my back as I felt her squeeze my cock. She could barely get a word out by now, feeling her almost convulsing underneath me, whimpering and moaning.

I slowed down so she could recover, and I smiled when she covered my face in soft kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she whispered.

"I love you, Lottie. I'm glad you're happy to share me."

"Sally is my sister and I love her just as much. How could I not share our brother? She wants to share you too."

Charlotte was busy riding me when Sally entered the room. Neither of us cared by them, Sally sitting on her knees on the floor next to the bed as she watched her older sister enjoy her brother's cock. I'd cum in her already by now, and was getting ready to cum again. Charlotte was getting tired by now, her body glistening in sweat, only the low light provided by the lamp providing any illumination.

My older sister wanted to put on a show, sliding off me and getting on her knees, looking back at me. Getting behind her, I slid inside her, grabbed her hips, and did as she requested. I fucked her. I eventually leaned forward enough that I rested a hand just below her neck, driving my cock nice and deep. Then I came inside her and we collapsed onto the bed together, both of needing a moment to catch our breath.

"Holy shit, my little brother can fuck," she stated with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you won't want too much tomorrow. My pussy needed all day to recover," Sally replied. She kissed my cheek before kissing her sister on the forehead. "Now that we've both had him, we'll share him properly going forward."

"Thank you, Sally. I love you."

"I love you too, Charlie. I'll see you two lovebirds in the morning. Oh, clean your cock first if you want me to blow you, Mark. I love to taste myself on your cock, but I don't want to taste other pussy."

"I'll clean him up, don't you worry," Charlotte told her.

We needed a shower as her room was rather warm, Charlotte returning to her room as I walked to the kitchen, a towel around my waist. Mum was making herself a cup of tea before heading to bed. She smiled at me before I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Mark. I haven't seen my daughters so happy in years," she said softly.

"Next weekend, Mum?"

"I can't wait, Mark. But you're taking me out on a date as my son. Just a mother and son night. When we get home, then... I want to make love with my son." She met my eyes and smiled, leaning up to kiss my cheek. "Go to bed and I'll see you in the morning."

Charlotte was half asleep by the time I returned with a drink for each of us. Placing them on the nightstand, I slid into bed and cuddled her. She whispered how much she loved me before cuddling into me and falling asleep again. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep with her.

The next week was a lot of fun. I got myself a casual gig as a labourer. Physical work that also meant I spent the days outdoors, which I preferred. At night, I relaxed with my family, never having to choose who to spend the night with, as either sister would take my hand, leading me to their or my room. I thought they'd just want to cuddle occasionally, but each night, they wore me and themselves ragged.

Friday night was both sisters, resting their knees on the floor, bent over the bed, both looking back as they wiggled their cute butts in my direction, demanding their brother fuck them until he filled them with his potent seed. Their description had me laughing, though I knew Sally was serious, adamant she wanted kids, and our mother supported her. I knew Charlotte wanted to be a mother, but she also had her career in mind.

Meeting Mum in the kitchen next morning, I sat back in just a pair of shorts, making sure I had a smug grin on my face as she placed a coffee in front of me. "Are they still asleep?"

"I wore them out last night. Confident Sally will be limping in here, complaining about a sore pussy. Charlotte was adamant she wanted anal last night. I warned her it wasn't a good idea, as she was a virgin back there. As soon as I got two fingers inside her, she agreed to do it another time."

I was chewing on some toast when Charlotte walked out, smiling broadly but clearly exhausted. She kissed my cheek before falling into a chair, Mum placing a coffee in front of her. We didn't see Sally until Charlotte had nearly finished her drink. I was right about her hobbling, but she cuddled into my side, leaving a big, wet kiss on my cheek.

"My god, I'm going to love that for the rest of my life, Mark. And if you fuck me like that when trying for a baby, we're taking an entire week of work as you just pump me full of cum anytime you can."

She sat down next to me, placing herself down carefully, Mum placing toast and coffee in front of her too. I spent the rest of the day relaxing, considering I'd been working hard all week too, and I wasn't used to such physically demanding work. It felt good though, and getting paid on Friday was nice, though I was looking forward to attending university. I just hoped I wasn't recognised by anyone in a lecture or class.

Mum was ever so excited, watching her move around the house with a spring in her step all day. It was adorable, my sisters unable to stop chuckling at her behaviour. All Mum wanted was a night out at dinner, but I was surprising her with a show in the city. I dressed in my usual attire for a night out in the city, but Mum walked out of her bathroom in an elegant dress that clung to her mature curves, a plunging neckline that exposed tasteful cleavage, and the heels on her feet gave her more height.

My sisters had to take a couple of pictures before we escaped. Backseat of the taxi, we hardly acted like mother and son, Mum ensuring she sat in the middle, cuddling into me, my arm around her as she rested her head against me. She would occasionally glance at me and smile.

"It's a crime you're single," I whispered into her ear.

"I'm not anymore with you back home with us," she whispered back.

She loved the restaurant I'd selected, proving I knew my mother very well. To say I wined and dined her over the next couple of hours wouldn't be an understatement. The conversation flowed so easily, and as our table had a modicum of privacy, she did ask me a couple of surprising questions about my career.

"What made you star in transgender films?"

"The money and, I'll admit, it did interest me, just to see what it was like," I admitted, "They wanted me to star in a few and they got a couple of the transgirls to talk to me about it. I was adamant I wouldn't be... um, the bottom. Walked off one set when they tried to introduce it in the middle of filming, claiming I had great chemistry with the girl so why not try it. The director was clearly an idiot as you need to prep thoroughly for that."

"Is that why you never want gay for pay? Is that what they call it?"

"Yes, that's what they call it regarding some straight men who'll it for the cheque. But I'm not gay, nor interested, so no amount of money would have me doing it. I know the top stars do make some cracking money, but just like their female counterparts, the more they're willing to do on film, the more they'll be paid. Plus, I was warned by more than one girl that, once you go gay, it's rare I'd return as very few women would be willing to work with me again."

"Because of diseases?"

"Well, everyone is tested regularly, but it only takes one positive result for shit to hit the fan."

"I did notice you never... Well, you were always bareback."

"People hate seeing condoms in porn, and the girls I really trusted always tested a few days before a scene so we got our results back on the important things. Funnily enough, I wore condoms when enjoying casual sex as I trust women I pick up at bars and clubs far less than women I would do porn with. I made sure I had a full test done before I came home with you. I was confirmed completely clean, and that's why I told you all before we started all this. Frankly, I was amazed considering my lifestyle for those last few months."

She took my hand in hers and smiled. "I can't wait to feel you inside me, Mark. The idea of being intimate with you... As I said, those films with Loretta, and a couple of those other mature women. I couldn't help but wish it was me."

"Tonight, Mum. When we get home..."

"I want you to call me 'Mummy' when we make love."

"Kinky side, Mum?"

"One I'd like to explore with you. I know Sally isn't interested in women at all, but Charlotte has insinuated maybe a little fun with her brother and mother."

After dinner, I know she was expecting me to just take her home. So when I led her in a certain direction, she gripped my hand tighter the closer we got to what was our actual destination. I wasn't one for plays or musicals, but I had been checking the State Theatre website for what was playing, and I bought tickets for the performance that evening.

Mum had a blast, holding my arm the entire time. Laughing a lot. Crying occasionally. Leaning into me during a romantic interlude. She was captivated, and I think I spent half the time just watching her reaction to everything. By the time all the actors took their bow, Mum couldn't stop smiling but she gave me a look that suggested I get her home, and I get her home quickly.

She could barely contain herself during the journey home, but we made it home without clothing being torn off. Chuckling as she hurried to the front door, I paid the driver and followed her, finding her lips attached to mine as I opened the door. The living room was thankfully dark and empty as Mum dragged me to her bedroom once the front door was closed and locked.

Sliding off her dress, she smiled as my eyes lit up at the lingerie she was wearing. She was only a month from fifty, and she had the curves of a gorgeous mature woman. Stepping towards her, she smiled as I kissed her, fingers moving to my shirt to help undo the buttons while I slipped off my shoes and socks. Her fingers moved to my trousers, hearing her giggle when she realised I wasn't wearing underwear.

"I only wear underwear around the house occasionally. I prefer commando," I admitted.

Ending up on the bed together, I had to get her lingerie off. Yes, like any man, I loved a woman who wore it, but I wanted what was underneath. Her breasts were larger than either daughter, her nipples darker and her nipples were hard, pointing out like small erasers. Latching onto one, she moaned loudly as her fingers immediately caressed the back of my head.

"That's it, baby. Suck on mummy's tits again," she cooed.

Raising my eyes, I moved a hand down to fondle her above her thin panties. She gasped at my touch, smiling at how wet she already was. Lifting her butt, I helped take them off as I fondled her again, this time feeling how hot and warm she was. She felt wonderful, and I knew I'd have to taste her again. But I continued giving her breasts attention first.

"Does my little boy want to lick mummy's pussy?"

"I'm going to make you cum, Mummy."

Kissing her softly, she caressed my cheek, and all I saw in her eyes was the unconditional love any mother would have for her son. "I love you so much, baby. Thank you for coming home."

"Thank you for saving me, Mum."

"Anything for my little boy. I don't care how tall you are or how old you get, or the fact we'll make love soon, you'll always be my son and little boy in my eyes."

Kissing down her body, she spread her legs wider as I was greeted by the warmth and scent of her pussy. She had a slightly stronger scent than her daughters. No way unpleasant, just different. And her taste, once I started to gently lick her, was also different. A tang, I'd call it, but I loved her taste immediately. Hearing my mother moan as I ate her out was a larger turn on than I thought. Hearing her cry out as I slid a finger inside her, begging her little boy to make her cum... Now I understood why step-incest videos were so popular.

Her clit was now prominent so it was time to really figure her out. I'd eaten her out before a couple of times, but those had been 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' moments. Mum had me all night and we were making love. I figured out what she liked best rather quickly, but teased her more than once, bringing her to the brink before backing off slightly, until she was begging and pleading with me to make her orgasm.

Watching her back arch as her pussy clamped on my fingers was something else, her cries of ecstasy no doubt earning silent applause from my two sisters. Mum begged for me, so being a good son, I did what mother wanted.

"I love your pussy, Mummy," I murmured.

I heard the choked back sob, glancing up to see her blue eyes glistening in the light of the lamp. "I love you so much, baby," she whispered back.

In the end, I think she just had one rolling orgasm, barely able to get out a legible word, just a series of moans and groans before I finally relented, my cock so hard and ready to slide inside her, it was almost painful. Moving up so I was leaning over her, she eventually opened her eyes, immediately smiling as I teased her with the head of my cock.

Her face lit up as I slowly slid my cock inside her, and as soon as I was buried completely, the smile made my heart melt with the love I had for her. I didn't last long that first time we coupled as I was just far too turned on at the mere thought of being inside my mother, journeying back the place I'd left all those years ago. I'd read a few incest stories online and now understood what they were talking about. I felt connections with my sister, but that night with my mother, I truly understood why and how it felt so wonderful and right.

Mum eventually wrapped her legs around me, her fingers caressing my back. I didn't thrust too hard. I didn't need to. I wanted to savour how warm and wonderful she was, and her tightness surprised me. When I cum, Mum giggled at the groan I released. "Was that good, baby?" she asked.

"Fuck... Your pussy is something else, Mummy."

Watching her riding me later, her boobs jiggling as she bounced away, my hands at her hips but my hands appreciating her womanly curves, Mum couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She enjoyed more than one orgasm, and when I started to fondle her butt, she leaned forward and kissed me. "We've discuss it already, Mark. We're all virgins in the household regarding that," she whispered.

"Only if you want to try it."

Filling her again, I was surprised that I stayed rather hard and I wanted more. Noticing my condition, Mum's eyes lit up as she moved down to sit between my knees, taking my cock in her mouth. Her eyes never left mine as she showed me again how skilful she was with my cock, suggesting it was watching my movies and how my co-star treated me that helped her learn how to please me.

Taking my mother from behind was an entirely different experience. Her arse wasn't too big but was perfect for her body. But she looked back and said mummy needs to be fucked hard because she was naughty for allowing her son to cum in her. Then she shook her arse at me again and told me that mummy needed her son to fuck her hard, just like I did occasionally in my movies.

So Mum got what she wanted, her son pounding her hard. She quickly put her hair up in a ponytail so I could hold onto that, before I basically mounted her, my head resting next to hers, as I drove my cock hard and deep. She begged me to keep going as she fondled her clit at the same time, more than one orgasm tearing through her body, before I growled into her ear and came inside her again.

Showering after that, Mum washed me up and down before I returned the favour. Returning to bed, she cuddled into me, her hand continually caressing my face or body. I knew Mum was now totally in love with me, and it showed even more the next day, as she never left me alone. In a good way, and I'd realised since my first time with Sally how much I missed having romance in my life. Being with someone, or three people, who genuinely loved me, as much as I loved them, was making my life so much better.

For the next couple of weeks until I started university, I shared my time as equally as I could, though I had a feeling Charlotte and Mum had agreed that Sally would be my 'girlfriend', for want of a better word. I probably took Sally out on more dates but it was never an issue with Charlotte or Mum, both happy to snuggle up with me at home when they got home from work, and we still found time to be intimate and have fun.
But I found myself falling heavily for Sally, matching her own feelings for me. It wasn't just the sex. We'd always been close growing up, and we were reconnecting on so many levels, I forgot she was my sister half the time. Luckily, whenever we headed out to date, no-one recognised us, and in particular me. Or, if they did, I was never approached. I'd only contacted a couple of old friends. I knew others had never approved. I'd heard word that others even blamed me for what happened to Bethany. Thankfully, the guilt I'd once felt had slowly faded, so I didn't let their opinions bother me.

The night before I started university, I was lying back on my bed when Sally and Charlotte appeared at my doorway. The fact both were naked didn't entirely surprise me. Sally walked in first, Charlotte following, though I was surprised when they didn't close the door. "Mum will come and watch a little later," Sally told me, "And might even join in."

I knew I looked like the cat who got the canary as I asked, ever so innocently, "What's on your mind?"

Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, my sisters were on their knees before me in seconds, helping off the shorts I was wearing. I'd been blown by a couple of women before, but having it done by my sisters was far more special. Sally was always keen to please her big brother, while Charlotte loved to just suck my cock. When I finished in Sally's mouth, she glanced at her sister and, to my surprise, kissed her to share my load.

"What the fuck?" Charlotte asked, once she swallowed.

"I didn't kiss you, Charlie, I was just giving you our brothers gift. Mum will be in here later so she can lick you out while he fucks you."

"What will you be doing?"

"Jilling myself silly at watching our brother fuck our mother."

My sisters were eager to get on the bed so their brother could return the favour. I focused on Charlotte first as I wanted Sally as wet and turned on as possible. I loved hearing her beg me to lick her out and fuck her. She had a real submissive streak, not that I was in any way dominant. I'd fucked her hard more than once and she'd loved it.

Charlotte was now totally into the incest thing like Sally and I were. She was always going on about how I was licking my big sisters' pussy, that I was going to fuck my sister later, that I was going to cum in her and fill her womb with my cum. We got off on it as much as I did with Sally or Mum, but what she knew, most of all, is that I loved making my big sister orgasm. I'd already proven that I could spend an entire day just eating out the three women of the household. As I'd told Bethany all those years ago, I loved eating pussy.

Sally was dripping wet by the time Charlotte was begging off for a break. Sally and I rarely 'fucked', even when we were going at it hard and fast. I made love with Sally. I'd already told her that, if I could, I'd marry her, and I hadn't felt that way about anyone before, not even Bethany. I ignored her pussy as every other inch of her skin was caressed and kissed before she was whimpering with desire for me to just get between her legs.

I groaned as I tasted her, Charlotte rolling onto her side to watch, while I noticed Mum walk in and sit on her knees next to the bed. Sally's eyes were only for me as I lapped at her pussy, only relying on my tongue for the moment. She came, of course, as I knew her body better than she did.

"So beautiful," Mum whispered, "Make my little girl cum then make love to her, Mark."

Once I got Sally off just the once, I moved up and slowly slid my cock inside her. "Oh god," she whimpered. Even after all the time we'd made love, and we'd done that a lot, she was still as tight and hot as that first time. Pulling her legs back, I was soon as deep as ever inside her, her moans and groans echoing in the silence of the room. I glanced to see Charlotte was fondling herself, while Mum hadn't watched me with Sally before, noticing her wiping her cheeks.

"Oh Mark," Sally moaned, her fingers digging into my back, "Cum in me. Give me a baby."

She knew that turned me on though she was still on the pill. But we both wanted children in the future, having already researched, aware of the risks but, if we were medically fit and without genetic issues, we should be okay.

"Like your brothers' big cock?" I growled.

"I love it. Best thing ever. Does he love his little sister's tight, hot pussy?"

"He loves it, just as much as he loves his older sister's pussy." I leaned down but glanced at Mum. "And also his mother's hot pussy too."

Sally gasped as I kept thrusting. "Mark, you fuck our mother?"

"I do."

Sally glanced at Mum. "That's so fucking hot. I'd love to see you two fuck each other."

She already had, both sister's joining Mum and I on her bed, masturbating themselves silly as Mum rode me to one orgasm after the other.

I came in Sally within a couple of minutes, her limbs wrapping around me as we made out. I heard Mum sniffle as we finally parted, pulling out and looking down as my cum started to leak out of her. I knew Charlotte would have loved to lick it out, but Sally remained adamant. She loved her sister and mother but wasn't interested in fooling around with them.

Rolling onto my back, Charlotte moved quickly to sit on my cock while Sally remained lying next to me, watching our older sister slowly ride herself to orgasm. Noticing Mum still on her knees, Sally made enough space so Mum could sit on my face. She sat reverse cowgirl as I knew the two women would want to make out, plus I had learned Mum did like to have her arse eaten, though we hadn't had anal yet.

Mum enjoyed an orgasm before her first born daughter, enjoying around three or four before she slid off my face, Charlotte leaning forward so I could fuck her properly. I was soon pumping up into her, watching her tits jiggling with every thrust, and I knew my orgasm was getting close.

"In me," she whimpered, "You'll never cum anywhere else, Mark. In me."

I kissed her as I climaxed, moaning into my mouth as she would have felt my cock throbbing with every spurt that filled her. Charlotte collapsed onto my chest as my little sister and mother cuddled into either side of us. I was still fit but great sex still took it out of me, my cock remaining relatively hard, Charlotte giggling as she started to gyrate.

That kept me rather hard, Charlotte finally lifting herself up and, with a great deal of reluctance, slid off my cock. Mum leapt to sit between my legs, taking my cock in her mouth. She took my entire length easily, now used to take me into her throat, and she smiled at me for a moment.

"I love the taste of my daughter's pussy on your cock," she stated.

I'd had long chats with my three family members. Sally wasn't innocent, but only when it came to her thoughts about me. Charlotte had a sexual past but confessed regret that she hadn't made a play for me when I turned eighteen. As for Mum, she was older and had enjoyed sex before our father, including the usual experimenting with women during her time at university. But the real surprise was admitting to enjoying more female than male lovers since her husband walked out on her.

"I'm sure many will call me bisexual," she explained at the time, "But that's just people needing to label someone. I was married to your father, and I've enjoyed various lovers since then. Now my main lover is my son, and I'll have fun with one of my daughters." She paused and cuddled into me. "I'd love to get a taste of Sally but I respect the way she feels and would never force her into anything."

Mum sucked me until she could feel I was hard as steel before she slid down my cock. Sally had been cleaning out her pussy with my fingers, eager to taste my cum, though I wouldn't have minded had she sat on my face anyway. I'd done far nastier things during my time in porn. Sally didn't face our mother while sitting on my face, loving what my tongue was doing, while Mum was bouncing and grinding on my cock.

When Mum gasped then giggled, I had an idea what was going on as I felt a body on my thighs behind Mum. "She's playing with my clit, Mark," Mum moaned.

I couldn't answer, my mouth busy pleasing Sally, but Mum giggled again, suggesting my cock was even harder. "I'm going to clean out her pussy after you cum in her, Mark," Charlotte added.

"Okay, even I can say that's hot," Sally groaned, "Get that tongue deep, baby. I love you so much."

Sally often got emotional during our lovemaking. She got me going occasionally as I felt closer to her than ever. Mum was soon really using my cock for her own enjoyment, feeling her squeeze me as she cried out during an orgasm, but she didn't relent, as she'd only stop once I'd fill her with cum. Sally was grinding my mouth by now, eager to cum again. I focused on her clit and almost had her jump off my face as the orgasm hit her hard. After giving her a couple of epic climaxes, she waved the white flag and slid off my face.

Charlotte had one hand between our mother's legs, the other fondling her breasts. I could see Mum was rather overwhelmed by now, moving Charlotte's hands to her breasts while I fondled our mother. She climaxed again and I knew she was feeling it. "Cum in me, baby," she moaned, "Please cum in me."

So I pulled her forward, told Charlotte to slide two fingers in her arse, Sally passing her the lube I always kept on the nightstand, as I started to pump our mother. She groaned as Charlotte fingered her bum, kissing me hard as she whimpered again and again, her body now slick with sweat, my groin now soaked with the combined juices of my three female relatives.

"Cum again, Mummy," I breathed into her ear, "Cum for your little boy."

The sob nearly got to me as she was so turned on by now, she was desperate to just cum again and again but needed me to climax too. "I love you so much, baby," she moaned, resting her forehead against my shoulder.

I think to all our relief, I finally climaxed, and I knew that was it for me. Charlotte kept fingering her bum as Mum kept gyrating on my cock until she had one final orgasm, Mum immediately sliding off me and onto her back, spreading her legs as Charlotte didn't hesitate in cleaning out her pussy.

A shower was required after that, the four of us managing to squeeze in. Once we were dried off, Mum took Charlotte by the hand, wished Sally and I goodnight, and we watched the pair giggle as they returned to Mum's bedroom.

"Can you make love to your little sister one last time?" Sally asked, gazing up at me as her hands rested on my chest.

"Anything for you, Sally," I replied softly, caressing her cheek. That smile killed me, each and every time. Taking her hand, I led her towards her bedroom and the bed that would probably become ours in the end.

*****

Epilogue...

I looked around the classroom, all of the students eager for that final bell. The lesson was over, it was now giving them homework for the weekend. I generally disliked giving homework over the weekend, but these kids were in their final year. They needed to know their stuff, they needed to research, they needed to get used to working at home.

"Right, you have your assignments to complete by the end of the month. Your homework is to read chapters fifteen through to eighteen and your course work for the next two weeks will be based on what you read. If you wish to use the internet for further research, that's your prerogative, but please be mindful to check resources before believing anything you read." The bell rang and even I couldn't hesitate smiling. "Okay, you've all been great today so get your butts out of here. I'll see you come Monday before lunch."

I watched them walk out. Being sixth form, most of them were already eighteen and adults. I tried to be good and not look at any of the girls except as students, but more than one had already approached me with a DVD from my previous career, wanting me to sign the cover.

I'd completed my studies at university five years ago and found a job as a history teacher far quicker than expected. During my interview, I felt honesty was the best policy and confessed what my previous profession had been. Thankfully, the principal was a fair-minded, middle-aged lady, and didn't judge me on that, she only judged me on what I'd done since. Hadn't stopped her flirting with me quite a bit since then, but we both understood it was just playful banter. As for the faculty, most didn't recognise me but I knew when people did. More than one female teacher definitely gave me the once over.

The concern was either students recognising me, which has happened, or the parents of students during those times they came in to review their child's progress. Thankfully, though one or two complaints were made, the school administrators had my back, stating whatever I did prior to my employment meant nothing when I had proven to be an excellent and likable teacher.

One girl in that class, Angela, flirted with me all the time. She was almost a reminder of Sally, but although I'd resolved to never, ever do anything with a student, she didn't make life easy for me. More than once, she'd sat in class without panties, spreading her legs while I was at my desk, seeing her pink, wet and very bare pussy. I would smile but shake my head. It was a game, and she seemed to realise that, so I let it go but had warned her not to push it beyond that.

Sally loved to pick me up from school premises. She'd wait by her car, and as no-one knew she was my sister, she'd greet me every afternoon with one hell of a kiss. Whenever she was pregnant, I'd love to caress her small belly, loving how she was carrying our child. I loved making her a mother, but the fact I was going to be a father blew my mind.

"How was it today?" she asked once she was driving us home.

"That Angela is something else." I never hid anything from my wife. Yes, wife. We exchanged rings six months after I returned as we were completely committed. Charlotte and Mum didn't mind and expected nothing similar from me. There was no jealousy within our household. "She wasn't wearing panties again in class."

"Gave you a good look at that juicy, teenage pussy?"

"Yep."

"Eighteen, right?"

"Of course. All of them are by now."

"Well, she can dream but you're mine. Remember?"

I placed a hand on her thigh, making her gasp as I slid it up underneath her skirt. "As much as that pussy of yours is mine," I growled. As soon as we stopped a red light, she turned towards me and practically leapt onto my face. Despite having three kids and everything involved, our sex life was just as good, if not better than before.

Arriving home, Mum smiled as we walked in the door. She'd retired and happily looked after the three children I had with Sally, and the one child I'd had with Charlotte. She was still happy to work hard. Dumping our things in our bedroom, Sally leaned into me, kissing me again as I ran my hands up and down her back and arse.

"Daddy!" our oldest daughter cried as she came running into our room. Extricating myself from my wife, I bent down and picked her up. She was seven years old, a precocious little thing, a reminder of her mother. Our son followed within seconds, four years old, and already a chip off the old block. Sally picked him up as we returned to the living room, Mum bouncing our two-year-old on her knee. Charlotte and mine's five-year-old daughter was content colouring in a book.

Sitting on the couch, my daughter snuggled on my lap. She was a real daddy's girl. I was in the room when Sally gave birth, and when they gave her to me to hold for the first time, I sobbed more than I could ever remember. I had the same reaction to the birth of my other three children.

"How were the kids, Mum?" I asked.

"Well behaved as always."

"Ready for tonight?"

She smiled at me. "Of course. I won't miss out on a night out with my son."

Charlotte arrived home, our daughter on her feet immediately to cuddle her mother. Then she realised that, although she'd hugged me when we got home, she'd been distracted. I quickly had two of my daughters cuddling into me, tickling their sides, their shrieks of laughter echoing around the house.

Somehow, over the past eight years, we had made it all work. Sally and I were together, wore rings, and acted like husband and wife when out of the house. Her pregnancies had passed without any major health concerns, we both had good jobs, and I was more in love with her today than ever. Charlotte loved being a mother, but was still a career focused woman. Even though she was approaching forty, she never had doubt about our relationship. She shared time with me, had threesomes with me and our sister, but she spent more time without mother.

As for my mother, she loved her time with me, but no-one could miss how close she was with Charlotte nowadays.

Each fortnight, I'd take my mother out at least once, Charlotte out at least once, and Sally at least twice. Tonight, it was our mother, though as the kids were distracted with their dinner, Sally took my hand and led me to our bedroom, ensuring the door was locked, before we eagerly stripped off and made love, knowing our sister and mother would be distracting the kids.

"Fill our mother will all your cum tonight," Sally moaned as I was busy pumping her, "And I want photos."

"Of course, sweetie. Whatever you want."

"Going to take her arse again?"

"If she wants it."

Sally giggled as her fingers dug into me, barely holding back the cry that wanted to escape her. "She'll want it. She loves it when you pound her bottom."

"Well, I seem to remember my wife enjoying it too."

"I do enjoy it but don't you prefer my tight little pussy? Even after three kids, you still feel as big as ever inside me, Mark." She shuddered as I knew an orgasm was approaching. "Fuck, I love my big brother being inside me."

"As much as I love being inside my little sister."

"Who is also your wife and mother of your children."

Once I'd cum, we knew that time would be short time before there'd be a knock at the door. Mum and I wouldn't leave until the kids were in bed, as I would never take my date out until I said goodnight to our children. The youngest were in bed first, but the oldest daughter was allowed up a little later on a Friday and Saturday night. Of course, she was falling asleep by 7pm, and I loved carrying her to bed. She woke up just enough to whisper goodnight to her daddy and how much she loved me.

She was so damned sweet, I sometimes had to walk out and wipe my cheeks. Sally would see and give me a hug, admitting that underneath the hard exterior, I was a marshmallow. She was right, of course.

"Booked a hotel room for the night?" Charlotte asked, nursing a glass of wine as she watched a little television.

"Yep."

"Dinner and a show?" Sally asked, though she already knew the reply.

"She won't be wearing panties at the show as I endeavour to make her cum in the middle of the audience."

"God yes, I love it when I orgasm in a public place," Mum stated, walking out of her bedroom, looking at beautiful as ever. I took her in my arms and kissed her softly, unable to stop smiling. "And you still look at me with such love in your eyes."

"We'll check in at the hotel first, dinner, then show, then back to the hotel."

"Have fun, you two. And don't wear him out too much, Mum," Sally told us.

"I'll only drain his balls a few times," Mum retorted, cuddling into me.

Picking up our bag, as we were only taking a change of clothes for the next day, Mum took my hand and led me outside to the waiting taxi. Sally and Charlotte followed us, kissing the latter first, before I shared a long, steamy embrace with my little sister. "Treat her to a great night, but you're filling me as much as possible tomorrow night," she whispered into my ear.
"Anything for my little sister."

"And I always will be that most of all. I love you."

"Love you and see you tomorrow."

Getting into the taxi, we waved farewell before Mum leaned into me. "Are you happy, Mark?" she asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"Can't remember being happier, Mum. Made some mistakes in my life but, to be honest, I can't regret them, because every choice I made, every decision taken, led me here to this moment. Know how I mentioned my conscience and soul in those bad days early on? Well, I think both are clear and clean now."

She kissed my cheek and snuggled into me more. "I'm proud of you, Mark. And I love you so much."

"Thanks for saving me, Mum."

I don't think they'd ever understand how much it meant to me, the day they showed up on my doorstep when I was at my lowest ebb, but I'd endeavour to love them with everything I had for the rest of my life.