Deeper Love

by Mark Gander

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, BiSexual, Humor, Cheating, Incest, Brother, Sister, InLaws, Group Sex, Harem, Orgy, Polygamy/Polyamory, Anal Sex, Analingus, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Sex Toys, Voyeurism, Water Sports, Pegging, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: What started with Jack Hartman being seduced into his stepsister's arms just mushroomed, as his fiancée, his stepsister, his brother-in-law, and himself all discovered that sometimes the deepest love is the one that you share selflessly with more than one person who captures your heart.

I really didn’t plan on things with my stepsister Candace getting this far out of hand, but damn it, they had! At first, it was innocent flirtation. She would be coy and cute and make comments about me, about my brains, about ... other things that she found appealing about me, but not too bluntly. Then, she began teasing me, just a little here or there. Accidental flashing, accidental post-shower streaking, accidental mooning ... accidental bending over in a short skirt with no panties on, that sort of thing. There was nothing accidental, of course.

One day, I made the mistake of confronting my eighteen year old stepsister, and well, things got worse. Somehow, step by step, she got me to confess my attraction to her. Then, of course, she worked my pants down to my ankles, and before I knew it, my cock was in her mouth. Then, somehow, I found my cock balls deep in her pussy. The real shocker was when she got me to fuck her in the ass. All of this was despite dating my girlfriend of six years, Molly Maguire (and yes, that was her actual name). Now I, who had only strayed twice before, and that was before Molly began putting out for me, was cheating once again, this time with my stepsister, who was more like an actual sister to me than anyone else ... We really had grown up together.

“Look, Molly, I want you to know that ... I will try to break it off, but it won’t be easy. Candace is ... everywhere at home. Hard to avoid. Hard to escape. I never meant to cheat on you, baby. Sorry. If you want to break it off, I understand,” I told Molly, who wiped away her tears and looked away from me for a moment.

“Jack ... Jack Hartman ... here’s the truth of things. You’re not going to be able to break it off with Candace. You might think that you can, but I’m telling you now, that it won’t happen. You said it yourself. She’s always going to be around. Family reunions. Birthdays. Weddings. Funerals. Everywhere, honey. That’s just reality. You can try, but she’ll wear you down. You’ll cheat again with her. I believe that you’ve been faithful to me before, aside from those two times before we became intimate, but this ... this is a long-term deal, sweetie. There’s no getting around this. I just...

“I just need time to decide if I can cope with this. Can I accept knowing that not only might you slip and end up in bed with your stepsister, but you will end up in bed with your stepsister. I need time to figure this out for myself. Please give me that time ... and in the meantime, for your own sanity, don’t resist Candace. Just let her have her way. I don’t know if you’ll still have me when this is all done, but I know that there’s no point in denying that you’ll always have Candace,” Molly fought back her tears yet again, as she admitted her honest feelings to me at last.

I didn’t know what to tell her, how to make her feel better, but I hugged and kissed her, and at least she didn’t pull away from that. I held my girlfriend close, even as she basically told me that she wanted time apart from me. It hurt, but that was the reality, and I had hurt her by cheating, so, what else was new? I loved her deeply, but what did I feel for Candace? What kind of love was that? What could I say or do? What would happen next?

Well, what happened next was something that really made my life complicated. Candace told me, upfront, that she never planned to let me go ... never. She would always be intimate with me if she could help it. She wanted me to know, ahead of time, that I was stuck with her and there was no escape from her plans for me. She wanted to be with me ... for life. One way or the other, she wasn’t going to give me up at all.

“Sis ... this is crazy! I mean, what about boys? Girls? A dating life? Marriage? All that jazz. This is just plain nuts! You want me to be your booty call for life, and what happens if Molly takes me back or someone else gets with me? What then? Are you going to be the other woman, permanently? What if you find a better guy? You see where I am going here?” I tried to talk her down from this kind of lifetime commitment that had no hope of going anywhere, at least anywhere that I thought that she would desire.

All that I got out of Candace was her playing that goddamned Leann Rimes song, “Can’t Fight The Moonlight.” You know, that song ... the one with lyrics such as “you can try to resist, just to hide from my kiss, but you know, oh, you know, that you can’t fight the moonlight...” That song kept playing, over and over, in our house. Mom and Dad had no idea why it kept playing, but I did and so did Candace. They just knew that it drove them both berserk, hearing it day in and day out.

Things came to a head one Saturday morning at the laundromat, where I got stuck somehow “babysitting” Candace, even though she was of age. She started playing that very same song and I tried to cover up my ears, but she wouldn’t hear of it. Candace pulled back my hands from my ears and started making out with me in public, leaving no question in the eyes of the other patrons that we were lovers, of course. Worse still, her lips were so soft, so hard to resist kissing them, her tongue was so wet, her kisses so sweet, that it was really impossible to deny her apparent claim on me. Finally, however, I opted to confront her head-on.

“Sis, are you crazy?” I asked her directly.

“Crazy for you, babe. Look, I don’t care that it’s taboo. No, actually, I do care. I think that it makes things even sexier. Look, see my latest ink here?” Candace then showed me her tattoo ... her tramp stamp that actually read “Property of Jack Hartman.” My eyes bugged out at that part, of course ... that was a serious crush indeed.

“Sis, what if I get back with Molly?” I tried to bluff her, not telling her that Molly already knew about us ... I certainly wanted to bed her, but I didn’t want to lose Molly, and part of me definitely still felt disturbed by my attraction to my own stepsister.

“Look, honey, it’s just this simple. I’m yours. I don’t care about your girlfriends, your wives, or whatever else you have. I’m yours. I only know what my heart tells me, and it tells me that I belong to you. I would not have gotten that ink on a whim, baby. So, if you want to get back with Molly, that’s fine, but this is no mere booty call, on your end or mine. I’m yours. My pussy. My ass. My mouth. All of it is yours. My womb is yours. I will not deny it to you, ever, for any reason whatsoever. I might be only eighteen, but I know what I want in life and I will not change my mind.

“Haven’t you ever figured out how stubborn I am? Well, that extends to you, big brother. I’m in love with you and I’m going to seduce you, time and again. With or without Molly, and personally, I hope that she comes back to you, because you’re going to need some action whenever you stupidly resist me ... plus, she makes you happy and I want my brother happy. So, that’s the deal, baby. You’re stuck with me ... for life. Deal with it,” Candace made her intentions plainer than she ever could.

Two weeks later, I was dating Molly again, of course. That girl came back to me just like that. I wasn’t sure if perhaps she had convinced herself that it was all over between Candace and me, though it really wasn’t. I just knew that Molly “made me happy,” much as Candace said. I didn’t know what to tell her about Candace now. If she was in a bubble, I didn’t want to burst it. I didn’t even know how to fight off Candace’s affections, as she kept pushing her way back into my life, of course. I just knew that I loved both girls ... but Molly made me happy, and Candace, well she just wouldn’t leave me be.

Things came to a head when Molly blurted out, during the nice veal parmigiana dinner at Sorrentino’s, a very fine family ristorante downtown, “Are you going to ask me to marry you or not? Why else even take me to Sorrentino’s? That’s where girls go to get proposals.”

“Fine, I hadn’t gotten around to the ring yet, but I absolutely want to make you my wife, so, here it goes ... Molly Maguire, will you marry me?” I finally snapped and asked her, sincerely, but with real concerns still about my stepsister, if she wanted to be my bride.

“Yes, but on one condition,” Molly answered me, much to my shock ... I felt it coming, the demand, the ultimatum: give Candace up or I won’t marry you ... could I tell her the truth?

“It’s Candace, isn’t it? Sorry, I can’t promise you that. I can promise you anything else in the world, but I can’t promise to give her up! Damn it, Molly, I love you, but all she has is me! I love her, too, you know! I’m Big Brother and how I can break her heart? How can I break yours? I don’t like breaking people’s hearts. I don’t have it in me, babe! I just don’t!” I snapped yet again, revealing more than I intended.

“You misunderstand, honey. My condition is about Candace, but it isn’t that you drop her. It’s that you keep her. I’m serious, babe. I mean it. I will not enter this family, this marriage, with bad blood in the family, in the tribe. I will not go to a wedding where the groom’s sister is heartbroken and can’t stand the sight of me. I had to do a lot of soul searching before I took you back, and in the end, what I realized was this ... did I want to be with the kind of man who loved his sister so much that he couldn’t drop her, couldn’t break her heart, as you say, no matter what the consequences? Or did I want to be with the kind of man with a heart so cold toward his family that he could ruthlessly crush his own sister just to have the perfect wife and life that made him happy, but at the cost of his sister’s happiness?

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