Chapter 1

Gemma, Mom. Elle, Daughter. Gage, Son. Frank, Dad. Gina, Aunt. Finn, Cousin.

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Gina pulled into the brick driveway, marveling at her older sister Gemma’s new, well-kept Victorian-style house. Gemma stood on the wrap-around porch wearing a form-fitting Fall dress, emphasizing her voluptuous figure. The house is watching me.

“Happy birthday!” Gina said, exiting the SUV.

“Don’t remind me,” Gemma smiled. The two sisters hugged. The family resemblance was obvious: blonde hair, green eyes, and upturned lips. Symmetrical facial features made them classic beauties.

“Did you have cosmetics done and not tell me?” Gina asked, looking at her sister. “You look ten years younger! I’m jealous.” Why is she in full makeup?

Gemma chuckled. “I didn’t have to. Moving here was the best decision we ever made for our family,” she said. “Come on in and have some tea.” Said the spider to the fly. “How was the drive?”

“It was okay,” Gina said, opening the back of the SUV. She took out a stylish weekend bag. “How are the twins liking it, living at home and attending the U? Do they feel like it’s affecting their ... social life?” she chuckled as they walked to the front steps.

“Not at all,” Gemma said. “It’s brought us all much closer as a family. Gage and Elle socialize as much as they want, and Frank gets to putter around in the basement.”

“I adore this Victorian style,” Gina commented, holding her weekend bag, standing in front of the steps leading to the front door. “The roof, the gables. So timeless and classic.”

“So how’s Finn enjoying being a legal adult and a senior?” Gemma asked as they went up the steps.

“He loves it,” Gina answered as Gemma held the front door open for her. Am I walking into a trap?

“I love the etched glass,” Gina commented, entering the foyer. “And the wood floors and mouldings. This is so classic!” There is an energy here and a force...

“Put the bag down and come into the kitchen for tea,” Gemma said. “Are you interested in dating anyone since...”

“Not really,” Gina said. “And I can’t say there is much out there who would be interested in a widow in her early forties with an eighteen-year-old son.”

“This tea will make you feel much better,” Gemma said, pouring it into the dainty cups. “So is Finn dating yet?”

“No, thank God,” Gina said, sipping the tea. “He’s too busy with studying and sports, thank God again,” she smiled. “I would hate dealing with a teenage girlfriend right now.”

“How is the tea?” Gemma asked, looking at her sister with intent.

“It’s delicious and ... relaxing,” Gina said. “What’s in it?”

“It’s an all-natural oil we get around here,” Gemma said, sipping her tea.

“You look so radiant,” Gina commented. “Your skin is so perfect! What kind of skin care routine are you doing? I want it.”

“It’s the same oil in the tea,” Gemma smiled. “It does wonders for skin, hair, and teeth. It makes you look and feel like a new person.”

“Where can I get it? Is it expensive?” Gina asked. What is in this tea?

“We make it ourselves,” Gemma answered. “It’s an involved process that we’ll have to show you later.”

“I feel so much better than I have in a long time.” Gina. “Is this tea legal?” She chuckled. My God, I’m lubricating. Am I succumbing to the curse?

“The tea is,” Gemma said. “I think the oil is questionable.” It’s getting to her.

The sisters laughed as Gemma poured more tea.

Gemma watched her sister try to sip it slowly.

“I am dying to ask you about the house,” Gina said. Have you noticed anything paranormal?” she asked, pouring herself another cup.

“You mean about the incest curse?” Gemma smiled, seeing how flushed Gina’s face became when she said ‘incest’.

“Yeah,” Gina said. “You know I love that subject.”

“Paranormal or incest?” Gemma chuckled.

“Both,” Gina said, and the sisters laughed. Why did I say that? God, I’m so wet!

“Have you noticed anything?” Gina asked, feeling her body tingling with excitement. I want to hear taboo filth. Please tell me forbidden stories.

Gemma chuckled. “It’s the kind of thing you have to experience,” she said. She’s ready.

“Hi, Aunt Gina,” Gage said in his baritone voice. “Glad you could make it for Mom’s birthday weekend.”

Gina turned and saw her handsome, athletic nephew walk into the kitchen. He wore his laptop backpack, holding a well-wrapped present. “My, have you gotten taller?” Gina asked, feeling her vagina lubricating as she admired his thick, dark hair and biceps bulge. God, I wanna eat him up!

“Hi, honey,” Gemma said. “Where’s Elle?”

“She’s staying behind to tutor a friend,” Gage said. “She said she’d catch a ride home with Dad. Happy birthday, Mom,” he smiled, giving her the present. He pressed his mouth over hers, and they began to tongue kiss.

Gina watched as her sister and nephew licked their tongues in violation of universal taboo moral laws, their eyes burning with unnatural lust.

“I-I don’t think you should be doing that,” Gina stammered weakly, feeling her panties wet with lube, her sister staring at her with lust-hardened eyes as she French-kissed her son.

“Aunt Gina’s had some tea with oil, honey,” Gemma smiled lasciviously at Gage. “Why don’t you give her a nice kiss?”

Her handsome nephew moved his mouth over hers and began exploring her mouth with his tongue. She thrust her tongue against his in response, feeling her body trembling with need. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck and pulled him closer. She moaned into his mouth, staring into his dark eyes. His male scent made her wild. She felt as if she were drowning in a delicious, wicked pool of incestuous lust. She heard paper crinkle as her sister unwrapped her present, followed by a sharp laugh.

Gage pulled her mouth off hers, looking at his mother holding her birthday present. Gina felt a stab of emptiness and wanted him back, giving her his full male attention.

“Do you like it, Mom?” Gage asked, kneading his aunt’s shoulders.

Gemma held out a full-body black leather BDSM lingerie. “I fucking love it!” she said excitedly. “I’m going to put it on right now. Let’s go upstairs. You carry your Aunt upstairs to your bedroom,” she chuckled huskily.

“Your bedroom?” Gina asked as her nephew carried her like a limp rag doll. Her head swam with incestuous lust, her panties soaked with lubrication. “This is the incest curse,” she moaned, clinging to Gage’s neck. “Are you going to fuck me?” She asked weakly.

“Of course,” Gage answered. “But I’m gonna fuck Mom first, cuz it’s her birthday.”

Gina watched Gemma and Gage licking tongues as they mounted the steep wooden Victorian staircase.

“Give her the full oil treatment,” Gemma said to Gage, her voice thick with emotion, her eyes blazing with unnatural lust as she opened the double French Doors to the Master Bedroom.

Gage and Gina kissed with tongue as they went up the steps to his spacious attic bedroom.

Gina looked around in a sexual daze through the filtered light of the large, oval stained glass window. The wood and brick walls absorbed much of the light as Gage lay her on his king-size bed. She looked around the room, noticing three large wooden armoires.

Gage looked at his luscious aunt, lying on his bed, her mouth open, panting, her eyes on him with burning desire as he quickly undressed. Her eyes narrowed with animal lust as she beheld his long, bloated cock. He took a large, pewter pitcher and poured oil on her blouse and skirt.

Gina moaned as the oil soaked through her clothes, giving her intense orgasms without being touched. She sobbed with pleasure as Gage ripped open her blouse and unclasped the front of her bra, her meaty tits jiggling. Gage moved his strong hands under her skirt, yanking her wet panties off in one smooth motion. He poured oil on her pubic mound and began finger fucking her hard and fast. She grabbed his hand and humped against it, screaming her climaxes as she gushed and squirted for the first time in her life.