TITLE    : Seducing Mom & Dad Ch. 09
STORYID  : seducing-mom-and-dad-ch-09
SUMMARY  : Davey and his sisters come together.
AUTHOR   : SexyBeast@lit
DATE     : 2018-10-17
CATEGORY : taboo-sex-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |brother sister incest|sister sister incest|mother son incest|oral sex|teasing|


Carol stifled a yawn and knocked on her daughter's bedroom door, calling her name for the third time. It wasn't like Emmy to sleep in like this. She was more of a morning person, like her mother. At least, Carol was usually a morning person. Her son, Davey, wore her out last night and Carol had to drag herself out of bed that morning. She called Emmy's name one more time and then opened the door.



"What are you guys doing?" she asked, finding both her daughters cuddled in bed together, the sheets pulled up to their necks. They both looked at Carol sleepily.



"Trying to sleep. Do you mind?" Mandy asked. She turned her face back into her sister's hair and closed her eyes. Mandy was the one with the smart mouth. Emmy was her well-behaved, good girl.



"I haven't seen you guys like this since you were little girls. It's so sweet. Or is it?"



"Give me a minute, Mom. I'm getting up," Emmy yawned. 



"Okay, but you've got to be at the field to meet your coach in 45 minutes," Carol said, pulling the door closed behind her.



It was sweet to see her girls together like that, but it didn't make sense. They hadn't gotten along in years, but they were suddenly so close they were cuddling together? Carol couldn't help but feel they were up to something. But then it could have been her own guilty mind that colored her perception. She hadn't been able to think straight since she started screwing her son.



Carol fought it at first. Every fiber of her being screamed that it was wrong to be intimate with her son. She tried to blame their first time together on being drunk, but she could not deny how incredible it felt. Her son made her feel things she hadn't felt in years, if ever. When Davey touched her it so was wrong, but it felt so incredible. Carol tried to keep her distance. She tried telling him no. But when Davey came on to her, she couldn't deny him, and she couldn't fight what she wanted any longer. It didn't matter how wrong it was. She wanted her son. Now Carol just had to find a way to live with the guilt. 



The guilt was easy to handle when Davey made her climax so hard. He was incredible last night. Their cover story was that they were going to the movies and they were there for a little while. She'd picked a cute little sundress she knew her son was like but wouldn't be too obviously sexy. Davey liked her dress a little too much. He was all over her in the minivan on the ride to the theater and Carol almost crashed when he slipped his hand up her dress. She forced him to behave in the lobby, but once the lights went down Davey was on her again. She held her sweater in her lap, hoping it would hide Davey's hand under her dress. Carol kept nervously looking around, while trying to keep quiet, but she was not a quiet comer. She drew a few glances when her son made her orgasm. Carol grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the theatre after that. They found a dark, quiet corner of a parking lot after that and Davey fucked her in the back of the minivan. She was constantly afraid they would get caught, but that only made their sex hotter. It reminded Carol of being a teenager screwing in the back of her boyfriend's car. Everything about being with her son made her feel younger—at least until it was over. Davey was like a machine and he fucked his mother until she thought she would pass out from exhaustion. This morning she was so sore from it that she felt every second of her fortysomething years.



John was in the kitchen when she came down and didn't look any better than she felt. He sat at the table with his morning coffee, while catching up on the news on his phone. Carol rubbed his shoulder and kissed his shaved head before getting a coffee of her own.



"Did you have fun last night?" she asked.



"What?" John barked. "What do you mean? I was just home."



"Whoa, overreact much? Didn't you binge that thing on Netflix?"



"Sorry, hon. It's just early. Haven't had enough coffee yet."



"So, was it good?"



"What? Oh yeah, it was really good." John got a strange look on his face. "But I ended up in bed early."



"I thought so, when I found you asleep when I got home with Davey."



Carol was relieved John went to bed early. She was a mess when they got home, and they were out much too late to have just seen a movie. Carol didn't want to make up an excuse to cover why they were so late, or why she looked like she'd been through the ringer. She hated lying to her husband, but there was no telling him the truth. She was so caught up in the evils of committing incest that she hadn't even dealt with the additional guilt of cheating. Carol never thought she'd be an adulteress. She loved John and she thought their sex life was good, if maybe uninspired lately. She didn't look at other men. The thing with Davey came out of the blue. And it had to stay secret. John could never know she was fucking their son. 



"Did you guys have fun?" John asked.



Carol felt her cheeks flush and turned away from him. She couldn't keep the guilty smile from her lips. "It wasn't what I expected, but it was great."



"He's a good kid. I'll admit, I was always worried he might be a little bit of a momma's boy, but I'm glad you guys are still close. I hope you always have that."



Carol clenched her fists against the strange feelings rising up inside her—a blend of pride, lust and shame. Paranoia swept over her. Did John know something? Mandy could have told him what happened that first night. She still hadn't confronted her daughter. Davey told her that Mandy could be counted on to stay quiet, and the weird way he said it made her feeling like something else was going on—something Carol was afraid to uncover. So, she kept her distance. Carol just didn't know what she could say to her daughter anyway. It was one thing when she could claim it was a one-time mistake. What could she say now? Carol couldn't make Mandy understand how she felt when she didn't understand it herself. For now, she had to count on Davey's reassurance.



"He loves his mother," she finally forced out, hoping it didn't sound as wrong as it felt. She took a deep breath and joined him at the table. "Mandy's been hanging around the house more this summer, hasn't she?" Carol hoped the question sounded casual.



John looked stricken. "Uh, I don't think so. I think she was out last night."



"I don't know, but somehow she ended up in bed with Emmy. That's weird."



Now John looked confused and Carol felt increasingly paranoid that Mandy had said something. John's behavior was definitely off. "Yeah, how did that happen? When did those two start getting along?"



"I don't know. Maybe college is getting to her and she's getting home sick. Maybe she needs to be closer to her family this summer," Carol said. "Have you noticed anything off about her? Has she said anything to you?"



"No, nothing. What would she say to me? I'm her father."



"Come on, John. If Davey's momma's boy, Mandy's always been a little of a daddy's girl. I know you love all the kids equally—so do I—but..."



"I guess. Maybe? Who can figure out Mandy, right?"



"Well, she's closer to you than me. Has she talked to you about anything? You drove her home the other night." That would have been the perfect time for Mandy to say something, or at least imply something to make him suspicious.



"Nothing happened," John said. "I just went out and picked her up."



"What could have happened? John are you all right?"



Carol eyed her husband warily. He was definitely keeping something from her, but he seemed more defensive than accusatory. If he knew something, he would be on the attack. His behavior didn't make any sense. "Is something going on?"



"When I went to get Mandy the other night she wasn't out with friends. She'd met a guy at a bar."



"Oh? I know you didn't like hearing that."



"He got pushy for...y'know...and when Mandy didn't just give him what he wanted there was a problem."



"Good for her for standing up for herself. We raised her right, didn't we?" Carol said.



"Uh, maybe," John mumbled. "Anyway, lucky for him he wasn't still around when I got there."



Carol laughed. "You would have knocked that punk on his ass. You'll always take care of your little girl."



John cleared his throat. "That's what I'm doing."



"Mandy needs to stop looking for trouble. Maybe you're right. Maybe I should say something to her about how she dresses."



"If you think so. I shouldn't have said anything. I don't want to be involved."



"You're her father. You get to have an opinion. I hope she's not one of those girls who's always going after the wrong guy."



"Yeah, that could be a problem," John mumbled.



Carol came around the table and dropped onto her husband's lap. She was surprised to find he was hard. Impressed, she wiggled her butt on his erection. She was still sore from Davey, but it wasn't like John was going to throw her down on the kitchen table, not with the kids upstairs. 



"Is this for me?" she asked, sliding her arms around John.



"Who else?" John's arms closed around his wife.



"Maybe I should have stayed home last night," she cooed. It would have kept me out of trouble, she thought.



"Maybe. I guess you thought you'd have more fun with Davey."



"Never," she replied, ignoring the knife twisting in her guts. "How about tonight it's just you and me? We can have a date night."



"Sounds great," John said brightly. He sounded relieved.



Carol still thought he was acting strangely, but it could have just been that he was disturbed by being confronted with his daughter's sexuality. No father wanted to know about their daughter's sex life. He was such a good father. It only made her guiltier about her new relationship with their son. Carol hugged him tightly and said, "I love you, honey. I'm so lucky. I hope Mandy gets a guy just like you."



"No, hon," he protested.



"I mean it. Mandy needs a man just like her dad."



Carol felt John surge under her butt and pressed into his lap harder, kissing him. Sore as she was, she wished the kids weren't upstairs. She wanted to make love to her husband and connect with him. Maybe that connection would give her the willpower to resist her lust for their son.



"I can't wait for tonight," she said.



"Me, too," he answered, kissing her again.



***



Davey finally crawled out of bed in the late morning and was disappointed to find neither his mother nor his sister Mandy home. If he'd found his mom, he would have tried to drag her off to some corner of the house and get with her. He might have done the same with his sister, but he also wanted to catch up with Mandy. He wanted to tell her all about his night with their mother and hear about her progress with their dad. Davey was all about their mother, but he had to admit, he felt a bit of jealousy when he thought about his dad fucking his sister. He wanted all the hot women in the family to himself. Maybe even Emmy one day, if he thought she'd go for it. His younger sister was cute, but he thought she was too uptight to join in their family games. Mandy was too into their father, though. If Davey wanted to have both his sister and his mother, he was going to have to learn to share. 



His dad was in the backyard doing yardwork and Davey almost turned back inside but realized he hadn't had a real conversation with his father since all this began. He couldn't avoid his dad forever. Davey was going to have to find some way to get along with his father. Crossing the yard to his sweating father, Davey realized he felt guilty or cuckolding the man behind his back. It was a dimension of fucking his mother he didn't think about.



"Hey Dad, you need some help?" Davey asked.



"You can throw that stuff in the can for yard stuff, but I'm just about done here."



"Sure."



Davey fetched the can and began gathering the trimmings from the shrub. "How's things been going? How's work?"



"Uh, fine. Same as usual. How about you?"



"Good. You know, I'm just going day by day."



"You're going to have to come up with a plan for your future some day soon. I know you're a young man, but you need to figure out what you want to do with your life."



"I know. I know," Davey mumbled. Most of his conversations with his dad went like this. Davey was only 19. He didn't see what the hurry was.



"Sorry, son. I don't mean to ride you, but do you plan to live here with me and your mother forever?"



Davey grinned. He thought of riding his mother and thought, yeah, I'd think to stay here forever. As long as he was fucking his mom, he wasn't going anywhere.



"What's so funny?" Dad asked.



"Nothing, just thinking of a private joke. I hear you, Dad. I promise, I'm working on it."



"Is there anything you're passionate about?"



Fucking your wife, Davey thought, keeping his mouth shut. "Sorry I'm not you, Dad. I don't have it all figured out yet."



"I don't expect you to be like me, son."



"Hey, I want to be like you some day. Nice house. Pretty wife. Nice family." Especially the wife part, Davey thought. 



"It was a lot of hard work, but it was worth it."



"Was it hard work getting Mom?"



His dad looked at him funny. "What do you mean, getting your mother?"



"Jeez, Dad. I didn't mean that," Davey denied, although it was exactly what he was thinking. She certainly gave it up easy to Davey. Did his father have to work harder to get her in bed, or was Davey more of a stud?



"No, of course not. But no, your mother wasn't easy. In any way. I was friend zoned right away and I had to work at it to get her to see me differently."



Davey got his mother to see him differently, and it had been way easier than he thought it would be. She gave it up so easy that he had to wonder if she was always a little bit of a slut, but he didn't know how to get his dad to talk about that.



"I know what that's like. You must have been dying. Being so close to a hot girl you wanted, but couldn't have," Davey said.



"Yeah, I guess so. We all know what it's like to be friend zoned. But I hung in there and I finally got her attention. The rest is history."



"You must have gone crazy when she finally changed her mind and you got your hands on her."



"Davey, we're talking about your mother," Dad said, looking at him oddly.



"We're just two guys talking. Besides, we're talking about Mom before she was Mom, when she was just a hot young thing."



"Should you be calling your mother a hot young thing?"



"I've seen old pictures, Dad. Come on, Mom was a hottie. You can admit it. I get why you went after her."



Dad grinned and grudgingly admitted, "Yeah, she was a pretty sexy. I think I would have hung in there forever if I thought I had a chance. It was so worth it."



"Yeah? Mom was a lot of fun?"



Both men knew what Davey meant, and Dad answered slowly, "Yeah, your mother was fun. This is getting a little weird, son."



Davey held up his hands. "Just two guys talking, like I said. I can look at old pictures of Mom and appreciate she was a hottie back in the day. Hell, she's still a hottie, right? And I can still see her as my mom."



"Davey..."



"It's just like with Mandy, right? I mean, she's my sister, but I know she's hot, too. I see why guys go after her. You must see it too, Dad. Am I right? Just because she's your daughter doesn't mean you can't see her as a woman, too."



"This is just all too weird. It needs to stop," Dad said decisively.



"Sure, Dad."



The men kept cleaning up the yard in silence, but Davey could hardly suppress his glee. He knew he'd gotten to his father. His dad could say their conversation was weird all he liked, but he didn't know what Davey knew. How could Dad criticize Davey for calling his mother hot when Dad was banging Mandy?



***



Carol was only home a few minutes when Davey came sniffing around. She took a load of laundry upstairs and was folding it on the bed, humming to herself. Davey silently entered the room and closed the door. She didn't know he was there until he pressed into her from behind and slid his arms around her waist. Carol jumped and tried to pull away, but Davey held her. She knew it was her son by his toned, hard body. 



"Davey, everyone is home! Let me go!" she said in an urgent whisper.



"I looked the door. It's okay, Mom."



"Don't you think someone might think it's weird if we're alone in here together with the door locked?"



"Everyone's doing their own thing. No one will notice."



"Davey..." she sighed.



Davey nuzzled past her blonde hair and kissed that special spot on her neck. Carol melted back against her son and felt his already-growing hard-on press into her. His supply of erections was never ending. She closed her eyes and quivered as his lips worked their magic on her neck. It was scary how well Davey knew her body already. Carol had never been that difficult to get a rise from, but her son played her perfectly. She should be pushing him away, but she snuggled into him.



"Davey, really, we can't. Not right now," she whimpered.



"But I want you, Mom. You know that. I wish we could go away somewhere, and we could just stay in bed together all day."



She had to admit, it sounded nice. Carol told him, "You'd probably kill me, baby. I'm not like the girls your age. I can't keep up."



"You did fine last night, Mom. You were fucking hot last night."



"Thanks, baby."



Carol turned in his arms and pulled him down into a kiss. His tongue was eager, and she accepted it, teasing it with her own. Kissing her son caused a cascade of desire down her body and her cunt tightened in anticipation. His effect on her was so powerful. It was so wrong, but she wanted her son so badly. Even now, when they might be caught, she pressed herself to him and made out with him.



"Seriously, not right now, Davey. If we're caught, it's all over. It'll destroy everything."



"Fine. But you have to promise I can have you later."



Carol thought of her planned date night with John. She wanted to make love to her husband tonight. How slutty would it be to make love to John and then sneak away to fuck her son? Could she do such a thing? John was a sound sleeper...



"Your Dad and I are doing something tonight, but I'll do my best."



"You'd rather be with Dad than me?"



"Don't start, Davey. He is your father and my husband. Whatever we have going on, it's not going to come between me and your father. I won't let it." 



Carol knew how ridiculous her words sounded. How could fucking their son not come between her and John. But she would do everything in her power to make sure he never found out.



"I know, Mom. Dad and I had an interesting conversation about you this afternoon."



She pulled away and eyed Davey suspiciously. "What did you do, Davey? You didn't do something foolish, did you?"



"I didn't tell him anything, if that's what you mean. I was just curious about what you were like when you guys met." 



"What did you say?" Carol asked suspiciously.



Davey recounted his conversation with his father and Carol was left staring at him. "Davey, you can't talk to your father about stuff like that! You can't talk about me like that to him. He's going to suspect something."



"Dad is never going to guess what's going on. Why would he even suspect it? No one would ever guess. I wouldn't even believe it if it wasn't happening to me."



"True," she agreed. Carol hardly believed it either. "But your father is not stupid. You can't dangle it in front of his nose."



"Chill, Mom. No one knows about us." Davey reached for her, but Carol stepped back from him. She had to discourage her son's recklessness. This was never going to work if he couldn't be careful.



"Mandy knows," she replied.



"And she won't tell anyone. I promise. She's got reasons to keep her mouth shut."



Carol's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"



"Mandy has her secrets, just like we have ours, and I won't share hers just like I wouldn't share yours. Come here, Mom. I'll make you stop worrying."

<hr pg="2" />Carol put more distance between her and Davey. If he got his hands on her she knew she'd likely cave. She stared at her son and tried to figure out what he meant. He implied Mandy was up to something, and the first place her mind went was pretty freaky. Was Davey fucking his sister too? She didn't ask the question because she didn't want the answer. Carol didn't see how he could be anyway. Even a 19-year-old boy needed to rest sometime. 



"I promise, later Davey."



"One more kiss, and then I'll go."



Carol knew it wouldn't just be a kiss, but she gave in anyway. Davey palmed her breast and pinched her stiff nipple. She moaned into their kiss and her resolve almost broke. But Carol was strong and pulled away from him, her entire body tingling from their contact.



"Later, honey. I promise."



"You'd better, Mom. Or I'll come and find you."



***



Davey had a painful hard-on and he needed to do something with it. If his mom wouldn't take care of him, he would see if his sister was available. Mandy may have been screwing their father, but he knew she still wanted him. She'd dropped enough hints. Davey wondered if he could have Mandy to himself if he gave her what she really needed. He chuckled as he thought about taking his mother and his sister away from his father. It wasn't that he disliked his dad—even if the old man was always riding him—Davey had just always been competitive. He also didn't understand why either his mother or his sister would want his older, out-of-shape dad when they could have him. No way the old man could fuck all night the way Davey could. 



Mandy was rounding the corner when he came down the steps and Davey literally ran right into her. He caught his sister and holding her against him made his cock even harder. Before he could ask what, she was up to, Mandy spoke.



"I was just coming to find you. Could you give me a ride over to grandmom and grandpop's? I need to water their plants," she said.



It was perfect. Their grandparents were out of town on a cruise. They'd have the whole house to themselves. Mandy had her own car, so she must have been thinking the same thing as Davey. She didn't need a ride. 



"Sure," he said, grinning. "Let me grab my keys."



Before he could move, Mandy reached between them and grasped his stiff rod through his shorts. "You must have just been upstairs with Mom. What's wrong, did she let you down?"



"She's too worried about being caught."



"I wish I'd walked in on you. It was fun watching. Maybe next time I won't just watch."



"Shit, Mandy. You know have to drive me crazy."



"Get your keys, big brother. I'll see you outside."



Davey watched his sister go, her hips swaying in a short, cut-off cargo skirt, and sprinted up the steps, taking them two at a time. He rushed outside to his truck and stopped short when he saw Emmy standing there with Mandy. What the hell?



"Emmy wanted to take the ride too. Is that okay?" Mandy asked.



So much for being alone. Their little sister did not figure into Davey's plans, but what could he say? He was sure Mandy was trolling him and he would make her pay later. "Sure, why not?"



They packed into the small front seat of Davey's beat-up little pick-up, Mandy in the middle, pressed right against him, which didn't help his aching balls. With her legs pulled up, that little skirt barely covered her crotch. Davey had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. His sisters yammered on about nothing and Davey blocked it out, preoccupied with thoughts of stuffing his cock down his sister's throat. It was only when Mandy rested her hand on his thigh that she got his attention. She put it right where his cock lay in his shorts and her massaging fingers almost made him steer off the road. Davey couldn't believe he was doing it with their sister sitting right there. He didn't dare glance over to see if Emmy noticed.



"What do you think, little bro?" Mandy asked.



"About what?" Davey didn't realize she'd been talking to him.



"I was saying it's a shame we don't all get to spend much time together anymore. It's like we're all going our separate ways now that we're grown up," Mandy said.



"Uh, yeah, I guess," Davey said.



"Remember all those road trips we used to take together? The three of us thrown into the back of Mom's minivan?"



"I remember a lot of you telling me to leave you alone," Emmy said.



"I guess I could have been nicer. I didn't learn how to share well, I guess. There's still time to make up for it, right?"



"I guess. Are you sure?" Emmy asked.



"For sure, Em. I'm your older sister. It's my job to show you the ropes. If Davey had a little brother he'd do the same, wouldn't you Davey?"



Davey groaned as Mandy tightened her grip on his shaft. He stared down at Mandy's legs and said, "I don't know. Never thought about it. I like having sisters."



"You do now. But couldn't you have more fun with a brother?" Mandy asked.



Davey laughed and flexed his cock against his sister's hand. "I don't know about that, Mandy."



"I am a lot of fun. That's true," Mandy said.



It was a short drive and when he parked in the driveway Davey didn't know how he was going to stand. The girls jumped out the other side and he took a moment to catch his breath before getting out of the truck. Mandy was so going to pay for teasing him like this. The second he got her alone he was going to punish her throat. Hell, he might even fuck her in the ass for this. 



Mandy had they keys, and they followed her inside, through to the living room. Their grandparents' house was an old Cape Cod. The smaller rooms felt quaint compared to their big, open plan McMansion, Davey had always liked the old school feel to the place. It had always given him a safe, warm feeling, which left him feeling guilty about messing around with his sister and mother. Grandpop would never approve. But then Davey remembered this was the house his mother had grown up in. How many boys had she sneaked up to her bedroom, or to the rec room in the basement. He could imagine his mom had given her first blowjob down in that rec room. Thinking of his mother's sexy mouth made him less guilty about his plan to get a blowjob from his sister there. They should do it in the rec room, he thought. If only there was some way to get rid of Emmy. 



"Why haven't we thrown a party here while they're away?" Mandy wondered, setting to water the plants.



"Because Grandmom would know if a single picture was out of place. You'd never get it back in order if you did that. She'd find out," Emmy said, looking at family photographs on the mantel.



"I'd have you come over and help me clean. You're anal enough to make sure everything is back in place."



"Why would I do that?"



"Because I'm helping you get something you want."



"What's that?" Davey asked idly, watching Mandy move through the room and thinking about what he wanted to do to her. "What have you two cooked up?"



"Nothing," Emmy replied quickly, looking down. 



"This isn't the time to be shy, little sister," Mandy said. 



Davey looked from one sister to the other. Emmy wouldn't meet his eyes. "What's going on here?"



"Emmy knows everything." Mandy just threw it out there.



"What? What the fuck? She knows what?" Davey said.



"She knows you're fucking Mom. She knows I'm fucking Dad. She knows everything."



"Emmy... I, it's not what you think..." Davey stammered. He knew it was stupid when he said it, but that was just what you said while you thought of a god excuse.



Now he understood what his mother said about keeping secrets. There was no way Emmy would keep her mouth shut. The little goody-two-shoes was going to tell someone and ruin it for all of them. He had to do something. He had to of a way to keep her mouth shut. But Davey wasn't the schemer Mandy was. Nothing came to mind—until... A dark plan came into his mind. If they made Emmy was guilty as they were she'd have to keep her mouth shut. Emmy wouldn't go for it, not at first. He thought she might even be a virgin. But they could bring her around, just like with their mother. Davey wondered if Mandy had any Molly with her. Maybe that was why Emmy was there! Maybe Mandy already slipped her sister the drugs.



Mandy read her brothers panic and laughed. "Calm down, little bro. Emmy's not going to run off and tell."



"How do you know? Why did you tell her?"



"This is why I'm the brains of the operation. Davey's cute, and he's got a nice cock, but he's kind of a lunkhead," Mandy said, turning to her sister. "And I didn't tell her anything. You were reckless, and it turns out our little sister is quite the spy. A pervy little spy at that."



"I saw you and Mom in the family room. She was on her knees and then you fucked her," Emmy said.



"Shit. And you didn't say anything?"



"She did not. Emmy likes to watch, apparently. I caught her watching me and Dad," Mandy said.



Davey tried to process everything as he watched his younger sister blush and his older sister gloat. Mandy had to have a plan because she was enjoying herself way too much. He focused on Emmy, wondering if likes to watch meant what he thought it did. Was the goody-two-shoes getting off watching everyone in the family screwing? It made him see Emmy with new eyes. 



It was only recently that he'd really noticed his younger sister at all, and that was only after fooling around with his older sister. Emmy was prettier than Mandy. She looked even more like their mother than Mandy, he thought. She was tall and athletic. Davey liked the round, firm ass she had from all that soccer. Mandy had nicer tits, but Emmy had a nice pair, too. Emmy didn't dress to show off her body the way Mandy did, which was a shame in Davey's eyes. He like to see more of his sister. He now noticed that she was more dressed up than usual, wearing a floral-print romper with a cut-out in the middle, leaving her sides exposed. The top section tied off under her breasts, making it look like a two-piece. Emmy didn't look slutty at all. She was just showing more skin than usual. 



"You're in no position to judge me," Emmy shot back at her sister.



"No one here is judging anyone," Davey said, keeping the peace between his sisters. "So, where do go from here? What's your angle here, Em?"



Emmy looked down again, too embarrassed to answer her brother.



"That's easy. Emmy likes what she sees, and she wants to join in. She wants you, Davey," Mandy said.



"Really?"



Davey couldn't believe his luck. Now he really stared at his sister, like he could see through her clothes if he stared hard enough. She stood there shuffling her feet It was like a dream come true. He was going to get to play with all the sexy women in his family. 



"Isn't that true, Em?" Mandy prodded.



"Yeah, I guess," Emmy mumbled. 



"Nice enthusiasm, sis. She's a little shy, Davey. I don't think all this has really sunk in yet, even though I showed her how great family fun can be."



"Yeah?"



Mandy came closer to Davey, caressed his chest while pressing to his side. "I had to test her for you. I didn't know if Emmy knew what she was doing. She got right into it."



Davey kept staring at Emmy, even as his arm slid around Mandy's waist. "You two?"



Mandy leaned up and whispered in his ear. "I fucked her with a hairbrush and she ate my pussy. Em made me come so hard. Maybe better than you." Mandy licked his ear.



"Fuck, Mandy. You really are the devil. You're not going to be happy until we're all fucking each other."



"Are you complaining? We can always stop," Mandy said.



"No fucking way. How about you stop fucking teasing me and do what you do best?"



"What's that, little bro?"



"Get on your fucking knees, Mandy," he groaned.



Mandy grabbed and kissed him. Davey kissed her hard, kissing her with all the lust that had been building since their mother denied him earlier. He laced his fingers in her hair and held her tight. His entire body throbbed for her. He knew his desire wasn't for Mandy alone, but a weird amalgam of lust for all the women in his family. Mandy started it all, but after today she'd just be one more woman in his harem, as he liked to think of them. He thought of his mother and two sisters being at his beck and call. He thought of his father and of a time when they would work out a way to share the women. In his overconfidence, Davey thought of himself as being in control. He conveniently forgot that his sister Mandy was the one who kicked it all off. 



"Are you going to come over and help me, Em?" Mandy asked, separating from Davey. She pulled her tank top over her head and dropped it. the black bra beneath pushed her tits up and provided cleavage for the tank top, but it was quickly gone too. She turned back to Davey. "She's a little shy. I guess I'll have to get started on my own."



Mandy smoothly slid to her knees and dragged Davey's shorts to the floor. She had dark eyes like their father, and they crinkled into a smile as she closed her warm lips around his shaft. Mandy sucked him deep, moaning, which made his cock vibrate in her mouth. Damn, he loved watching his sister's lips stretch around his cock.



"Fuck, Mandy. You're so fucking hot."



"Mmm," she moaned around him, then smacked her lips and let him go. "Are you finally going to fuck me today? I know you were holding out for Mommy. Now you've had her. You can give me a taste, little bro."



"Let's see you earn it."



"You're such a big man now, Dave. I remember when you were trying to push me away," Mandy taunted.



"I guess I wised up."



"You manned up, and I love it."



Davey pushed her mouth back on him. He needed more sucking and less talk. Mandy was right, though. He felt like he'd changed completely since that day his sister came into his room and grabbed his cock. It was only a few short weeks ago, but it felt like a lifetime. He'd been just an average guy then, maybe even a little timid. After fucking his mother and playing with his sister, he felt like a conqueror. Mandy was right. It was time for him to fuck her—and Emmy too. 



"Fuck, that mouth, Mandy. Aw, fuck..." Davey moaned.



Davey ran his fingers through Mandy's hair, cupping the back of her head. She sucked him hard and took him deep, but he began applying gentle pressure, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. As he did, he stared at his other sister. Emmy was fidgety, but she couldn't look away. She had their mother's blue eyes, and they were wild. He'd never seen his little sister like that. She normally looked so sweet, so innocent. Emmy now looked wild. Hungry. Emmy looked like she wanted to come over and shove her sister out of her way. Davey understood what held her back. He'd felt the same thing when Mandy first came on to him. It was so crazy, it seemed impossible. He'd just needed a little nudge. He'd needed Mandy to make the choice for him. And now it was his turn to help Emmy. Davey gestured for her.



"Come here," he said. She didn't move. "It's okay, Em. Come here. I want you closer. Do it."



Emmy's hands gripped each other tightly as she slowly crossed the room. She stopped just within reach and she jumped when Davey touched her. He took her arm and gently pulled her even closer. He felt her trembling.



"It's okay, Em. I know it seems wrong to want it. Maybe it is wrong, but don't worry about it. We're all into it, so that kind of makes it okay. It's okay if we all want it. No one gets hurt," he said.



"Do you really think so, Davey?" Emmy's voice was timid.



"Yeah, Em, I do. I mean, shit, Mandy's mouth on my dick feels so fucking good, how could it be wrong?"



Mandy said something they couldn't understand, her words muffled by the cock pressed to the back of her throat. Davey fed her his cock and held her head to make sure she took it all. Her cheeks were red, and drool dripped from her lips. She was working hard, and Davey felt his balls tightening, but he couldn't come yet. He gave her some breathing room and Mandy sat back on her knees, gasping for air.



"Are you trying to kill me with your dick?" Mandy complained, smiling. She licked her lips.



"You know you love it rough. She loves it, Em. Don't let her fool you."



"I saw how Daddy gave it to her," Emmy said, visibly loosening up. 



"Yeah? Did the old man give it to her hard?" Davey asked, jealousy bubbling up.



"Looked like it," Emmy said.



Davey chuckled. "You haven't seen hard yet, Em."



"Prove it, big shot," Mandy said, taking the tip of his cock back in her mouth and tickling it with her tongue.



"Fuck, you're a slut, Mandy. Let's see if Emmy's one too."



Davey saw Emmy's offense at the implication she could be a slut, but he didn't give her a moment to think about it. He kissed her, pulling her against his body. Emmy gasped in their kiss and Mandy sucked him harder, watching them from below. Emmy's kiss was sweet and tentative, bit Davey was aggressive, slipping his little sister the tongue, and she opened herself to him. It was weird how different all the women in his family were. Their mother kissed soulfully and passionately. She kissed with seductive experience. Mandy's kiss was brash, like she was trying to fuck you with her lips. And Emmy's kiss was sweet and innocent, just like the rest of her. But as she kissed her brother some of that innocent melted away and she grew bold. Her body pressed tightly to him. And when Davey put her hand on his cock, she didn't need any urging to wrap her fingers around it. She gripped his member, slick from Mandy's mouth, and squeezed she jerked it. Mandy eagerly sucked the tip. 



This was heaven—one sister sucking him, the other jerking him off. Davey had fantasized about threesomes—just like any other guy—but he'd never thought his first threesome would be with his sisters. It was fucking hot and he was a king! He would have filled Mandy's mouth with hot come if he hadn't dropped three loads in their mother the night before. He was glad he had that to slow him down. Davey wanted to enjoy the moment. He pulled at the knot under Emmy's tits as he kissed her. She pushed his hands out of the way and she untied it herself. Emmy returned her hand to his cock without prompting.



Davey cupped his sister's tit and loved how her excited, puffy nipple burrowed into his palm. He massaged her breast and she yelped when he pinched her sweet nipple. She was even more sensitive than the other women in their family. He rubbed it with his thumb and she trembled and moaned into there kiss, squeezing his cock tighter. That's the ticket, Davey thought. 



Emmy pulled out of their kiss and he saw Mandy tugging her down by her arm. Davey looked down at his pretty sisters kneeling in front of him, ready to service him, and thought nothing could be more perfect than this. And then he watched them kiss. They kissed like familiar lovers, and again her whole perception of his innocent little sister changed. She played the good girl, but he saw she had the same slut inside her than all the women in their family had. Emmy kept absently stroking his cock, but Mandy had her attention now. Mandy teased both Emmy's nipples with her nails and he could see Emmy losing it. As hot as it was, Davey wanted the attention back on him. 



"Come on, girls. I'm still here," he said.



"Don't worry, Davey. We haven't forgotten about you. Have we, Em?"



Emmy shook her head.



"It's your turn, now, little sis. You told me you're not a virgin. Time to prove it. Show Davey what you can do."



Emmy looked warily at her siblings and took Davey in her mouth. She was timid, and her mouth was tighter around him, even though she sucked like she was sampling him. It made Davey wondered if this was her first time. He'd heard Mandy say Emmy wasn't a virgin, but what if that was a lie? He'd never deflowered anyone before. Next to fucking their mother, Davey couldn't think of anything hotter than taking his little sister's virginity.

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Emmy didn't take time to think. She just acted. It was all she could do. If she stopped to think, she'd run out of the house screaming. Yes, it all felt good, and she wanted her brother, but it was all too dirty and insane. Mandy and Davey could say anything they wanted. This was all wrong—so very, very wrong. The fact that their parents were doing it too just made it worse, not better. And they were doing in their grandparents' house! It was disgusting. But she didn't want to stop. So, Emmy didn't think. She let her brother kiss her and went with the tingling it caused deep in her body. She stroked his cock because in her core she wanted it. And she kissed her sister because she loved the way it felt. Morality be damned. 



It was a shame Davey couldn't take her virginity. Well, he could. No boy had ever done it to her. But technically, her sister took it when she broke Emmy's cherry with a hairbrush the night before. She was still sore down there, but she was also soaked with anticipation. Emmy had been wet since they got into the truck with Davey. 



Emmy had also never sucked dick before, so she mimed what she'd seen her mother and sister to do her brother. She didn't have a great view when their mother went down on Davey, but she saw her sister blow their dad and she had a good view of Mandy's mouth on Davey's cock. Besides, wasn't it just, put it in your mouth and suck? Davey was moaning, so he must like what she was doing it. Emmy sucked and bobbed her head and tried to go deeper but gagged when it hit the back of her throat. Her brother's dick was pretty big. She could see what Mandy was talking about. Their dad's dick looked thicker, but he wasn't as big overall as Davey. Davey's cock was just so big and so strong. Emmy hoped it didn't hurt when he put it in her. 



Mandy kissed Emmy's cheek and went low, sucking on Davey's balls. Davey grunted and pushed his cock deeper into Emmy's mouth, back into her throat. She choked, but he didn't slow down. His fingers tightened in her hair and he started fucking her mouth. Emmy struggled, but he didn't slow down. She saw him fuck Mandy's mouth, and she didn't want to be shown up by her sister, so Emmy took it, breathing when she could. She wondered if it got easier with more experience. All she could do was sit back and let Davey take her mouth. Emmy was embarrassed by the weird quacking sounds that came from her throat as Davey fucked her mouth. They blended in the quiet house with Mandy's wet lip-smacking on Davey's balls. 



"Fuck girls...fuck girls...oh yeah...yeah...yeah...right there...Mandy...Emmm...fuck..."



Emmy was completely unprepared when Davey exploded in her mouth. She choked and snorted and pulled back, which meant that the thick jizz flooded her mouth instead of going down her throat. Emmy pulled back hard, and Davey finally let her go. But the only meant his cum shot onto her face. Mandy took over and grabbed his shaft, jerking it. The rest of Davey's load sprayed all over Emmy's tits. Oh my god! It was gross, wasn't it? Was this what people did? She didn't see Davey come all over their mother. Mandy finished pumping Davey's cock and turned on Emmy. Mandy grinned wide and kissed her. She thrust her tongue deep into Emmy's mouth, like she wanted Davey's cum. Emmy kissed her back. She couldn't help it.



"Mmm, don't you love his cum, sis? I think it's the best part," Mandy cooed. She kissed Emmy all over the face, cleaning her up.



Emmy really tasted it, and she didn't mind how Davey's load tasted. It was salty and heavy. Not her favorite, but it was okay. She'd pulled back out of shock more than anything else. She stopped thinking about Davey's cum when Mandy started licking it off her tits. Mandy's tongue flickered all over her nipples and Emmy swayed, unable to stifle her moans. She agreed with her brother. Mandy was great with her mouth.



"Shit, Mandy. You really are a cum slut, aren't you?" Davey marveled.



"Only for you and Daddy," she said, smiling.



"How did I get so lucky?"



"Because you were blessed with this," Mandy said, tugging his half-limp cock. She turned to Emmy. "You're going to learn to love this thing."



With all the enthusiasm she could muster, Emmy said, "I can't wait." 



"Then let's keep this party going. Let's head upstairs!" Davey suggested.



Emmy had a vision of them having a threesome on their grandparents' bed and shivered. "Not grandmom and..."



"No, not there. I have a better idea," Davey said.



Davey took his sisters' hands and helped them to their feet before he led the upstairs, half their clothes left behind on the living room floor. 



To be continued...



<i>Author's Note: Readers have asked for longer chapters, so this was a long one. But longer chapters take longer to write, so there will be longer gaps between chapters now. The publishing has caught up with my writing!</i>

