Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Paranormal, Were animal, Cheating, Incest, Brother, Sister, Gang Bang, Bestiality, 2nd POV, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: I found out that my fiance was really only after my money so I dumped her and ended up in the weirdest love triangle ever

Hi folks, I wanted to do something that was a little bit off of the beaten path this week. I wanted to get a little bit wild and furry. this will probably be the most unusual love triangle your read about this year. You are reading the complete version of this story and I believe the best. This is not the truncated, stunted version we posted on that other web site. My thanks as usual to the imcomparable Mikothebaby for editing both versions. Feel free to email us or leave your comments on the story we'd really like to know how you feel about this one.SS06

My name is Jack Silver and I'm not what you think I am. Events over the past few years have forced me into a war that I never wanted. I spend a lot of time now looking over my shoulder. When I started all of this, I was looking ahead. What do I see? That's a damned good question because life is full of interesting things. I guess for me, life always boils down to primary shapes. Primary shapes, for those of you who don't remember kindergarten, are things like the circle, the square, the triangle, the diamond and the line.

Right now I'm hoping that my life is like the line. When this all started out, I foolishly believed that my life was a line, when in fact, it was a triangle. That triangle led to another triangle which morphed into a diamond. I destroyed the diamond and I've gone full circle and brought myself back to a line.

I'm sure that by now you're wondering what the fuck I'm talking about, so let's get to it. I have to warn you though that this story is strange. Some of you won't believe it. Others of you will feel deep down in your bones that I'm giving you the gospel but will still deny the possibility that I'm telling you the truth. But don't worry; I know that you're only doing that because you hope that by pretending that I made all of this up, you'll be able to sleep at night. By pretending that bad things don't exist you'll be able to walk past dark alleys and lie down without checking the closet or looking under the bed. I understand. I started out just like you.

As I said my name is Jack Silver. When all of this started, I was twenty four years old. I was on the cusp of my twenty-fifth birthday. I lived with my girlfriend Andrea, whom everyone called Drea. I'm nothing to look at. I'm five ten, I weigh a hundred and seventy five pounds and I have brown hair and eyes. At least back then I had brown hair.

Drea, on the other hand, was a walking wet dream. She was five foot two and I guess the best word to describe her would be jiggly. She barely weighed over a hundred pounds and most of that was ass and chest. Her eyes were the clearest blue you'd ever see and her lips were the reddest red. If you think blond cheerleader, Drea is what pops into your mind.

I was working midnights as an assistant foreman in an auto parts warehouse to pass the time. I say pass the time because after my twenty fifth birthday, I was due to inherit somewhere between four and five million dollars. My grandfather had left me the money, but he wanted to be sure that my life was right if I was to inherit it. His will was very specific. I had to have graduated from college with a degree; check. I needed to have been gainfully employed for at least two years; check. And I had to be unmarried; check. I'd been with Drea for three years. We met during my last year in college. She was working as a waitress in one of the bars I frequented with my buddies back then. After college, the two of us had begun seriously dating and if it weren't for the money, we'd probably already be married.

I loved Drea and I was sure she loved me. A lot of the other women I'd dated looked at my situation as something of a challenge. I guess they figured that if I really loved them, I'd forgo the money and get married anyway. I suppose they thought that would prove something. Maybe it was supposed to mean that they were more important to me than the money or something like that.

I guess I can understand that. Money can't buy happiness after all. But realistically it makes being unhappy a hell of a lot more fun.

I've always been the conservative type. I've always been the type of guy who does the best he can at everything he does. When I do something well or finish a difficult job, it gives me a sense of accomplishment. Drea, on the other hand, just took life as it went. She'd been a wild child before we got together. I's heard stories of her leaving the bar with a different guy every night and sometimes more than one. Her entire family is best described as semi quasi legal. I think that a lot of that is over blown. She grew up poor and in a bad neighborhood, so sometimes they had to scuffle to put food on the table and keep the wolf away from the door.

When you grow up on the wrong side of the tracks, you have to make questionable decisions sometimes just to survive. Drea grew up on the God damned tracks so she got it from both sides. If she wasn't as pretty as she is she'd probably have ended up dead. She was one tough cookie. So I didn't really pay very much attention to the way she was before we got together. Let's face it, I hadn't been a virgin either, so why should I expect innocence or purity from her. The way I figured it all of things that she did to me that I just loved, she had to have leaned somewhere. I got the benefit of all of that experience.

Drea was just completely off the wall. She would sometimes meet me at the doorway when I got home from work. She'd be completely naked, down on all fours with a rolled up newspaper in her mouth, like those cartoon dogs on TV. She'd get up on her haunches in that begging motion and start barking.

"What do you want Drea?" I'd ask. "Speak girl," I'd say. She'd bark like a dog and then turn around exposing her heart shaped ass with that pink pussy just staring at me. She'd go over to the thick rug that we had in front of the fireplace and lie down on her stomach sticking her ass up in the air.

No matter how tired I was, no matter how hellish my day at work had been, she never failed to get me up. Sex with Drea was an endurance event. After living with her for six months, I realized that we'd never turned the TV on. All we ever did was sleep, eat or fuck.

Now I know a lot of you guys out there are thinking that I was a dumb ass. Leopards don't change their spots do they? Well, two things in my defense. Drea had a sister who is just as pretty as she was. Her sister, Molly, has been married since she was twenty and has two great kids and a husband who loves her. Molly was just as wild as Drea before settling down.

I thought that, well, I hoped that Drea would be the same. But at the same time, I'm really not a dummy. I had friends go by the bar every so often to check on her. I even had a few guys that I was sure she didn't know take a run at her occasionally and she never bit. She told each and every God damned one of them that she had a boyfriend.

So how did this happy romantic tale hit the rocks? The same way it always does. We had an accident at the warehouse. One of the hi-lo drivers went after a crate on the highest shelf. He thought he had it and ended up dropping an entire crate of F-150 steering knuckles. Now that alone wasn't a problem. We later found out that none of the parts had been damaged in the fall. The problem was where the box fell. It fell right on top of the electrical box that housed the circuit breakers for the entire warehouse. It took our electricians almost two days to repair everything so we got off very early that night and had the next day off.

So instead of me working from midnight to eight a.m. and getting home at eight thirty or so. I got to our building at about one a.m.

The curb in front of our building had about eight or nine motorcycles parked in front of it. There was loud music playing and I wondered how the neighbors could stand it. I was even more shocked that it was coming from my floor. I was sure that when Drea got off from work at the bar that she'd raise hell if that music was still playing, especially if it was near our apartment.

As I rounded the corner I noticed that the music was not only near our apartment it was coming from our apartment. As I pushed my way into the apartment all I heard was laughing. There were at least five or six guys standing in my living room watching something going on in the other room. They were rough looking guys but I was too pissed to care. They were screaming and laughing and one guy handed me a beer.

"Hey bud, drink this," he said. "But you're going to have to wait your turn. Don't worry this bitch can go all night. And her poor, pitiful boyfriend won't be home until morning. By the time he drags his ass in here, she'll be all cleaned up and ready for him. What a slut, she even fucked her own brother earlier tonight."

As I got closer to the bedroom, all I heard was grunting from a male voice and a hoarse female voice yelling, "Fuck me, baby." I pushed my way into the room and saw her there on our bed. The very same bed that we'd searched through at least ten furniture stores to find because she had to have the perfect combination of both of our tastes.

Her legs were spread and she was thrusting her hips rapidly against some guy whose face I couldn't see because of the angle they were at. Her hands were clawing at his back as if she couldn't get enough of him. "Ooh baby, you're the best. You hit it like no one else," she crooned. "Fuck it harder."

I turned away from the bed and went straight for my dresser. I grabbed a bunch of my clothes and opened the closet and grabbed my laptop.

A guy grabbed my arm and tried to stop me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he screamed. "We're not letting you rob this bitch or take her stuff."

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