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My Sister, My Wife

Copyright© 2024 by Vanpeebles

Chapter 1: Meet the Kendricks

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: Meet the Kendricks - An adult brother and sister (with flashbacks to their teen years) and his two teen daughters and their life together, swinging with neighbors, until they come to realize that they are more than just brother and sister. Note there is bisexual male/male sex and some watersports.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Ma/Ma   Ma/mt   mt/mt   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   BiSexual   Fiction   Sharing   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Father   Daughter   Niece   Aunt   BDSM   Group Sex   Orgy   Swinging   Interracial   Black Male   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Oral Sex   Pegging   Sex Toys   Water Sports  

The Sunday morning before school started, I was pleasantly awakened by a mouth around my cock. It was my fifteen-year-old daughter Leah. Being woken this way by Leah, or by her little sister Kenzie, was not an infrequent occurrence, but every time was enjoyable. Both girls were excellent cocksuckers.

At first Leah engulfed my entire cock, but as it grew to its eight inches and full girthiness, she could no longer keep the entire thing in her mouth, so she switched to licking the underside of the shaft and, pulling back my foreskin, circling her tongue around my glans. I was in ecstasy.

Then I felt another mouth licking my left nipple. It was fourteen-year-old Kenzie. Evidently both my girls had decided to help me celebrate my final day of freedom before returning to my job as a high school history teacher.

When I was fully erect and ready to burst, Leah stopped and turning to her sister said, “I’ve got him all ready for you, Sis. Do you want to hop on?”

Little Kenzie moved over and straddled me. Then lowering herself, she slowly impaled herself on my spear. It never ceased to amaze me how this little elfin girl could take such a thick cock. As she slid down, I felt the delightful sensation of her moist, tight tunnel around my cock. I shifted my feet, so my soles were against the mattress and started thrusting upwards, giving her the ride she wanted.

I felt a little bad for Leah, who had done most of the work, only to generously turn my cock over to her sister, but then I saw my sister Susan scoop Leah up and lay her down, diving in to give her niece a good morning cunt-licking.

I should stop and explain some things here. As you might have surmised, we’re not a typical family. Susan, who is five years younger than me, and I grew up in a family that believed in showing love physically as well as emotionally. We were tutored in sex by our parents from a young age. But I married right out of high school to a girl I was in love with and, for a while at least, joined the ranks of the rest of sexually repressed America. In our marriage, we were monogamous and heterosexual, and we popped out two kids one right after another, all the while struggling to make ends meet with me in college.

And to make it worse, Cherie, my wife, turned out to have little interest in giving emotional love to our children. Cherie wanted children, but only as a prop. She wanted to be seen as a mother, but actually hated actual parenting. If it weren’t for the two beautiful daughters we produced, I would have chalked our brief marriage up as a mistake, a learning experience—we wouldn’t have been the only people to have married at eighteen and then realized by age twenty that it had been a mistake.

When Leah was two and Kenzie one, Cherie left, running off with some guy she had met. A few months later I was served divorce papers. She was very reasonable, asking only to split the bank accounts (which weren’t much back then) and to take the things she had packed in her suitcases when she left. She offered me full custody of the girls in return for not having any obligations toward them. I took the deal. I never heard from her again. I think she is living in Texas, but I’m not sure.

Then soon after she left, my parents were both killed in a car accident, and my sister Susan, then aged fourteen, Kenzie’s age now, came to live with us. So, after my wife left, Susan became the girls’ de facto mother, and Susan and I started sleeping together. The girls don’t remember their birth mother. To them, Aunt Susan is their real mother.

So, that’s how, at thirty-three years of age, I ended up fucking my youngest daughter that morning, while my sister Susan had her face buried in the pussy of her eldest niece.

Anyway, I slid in and out of Kenzie and watched her shiver as an orgasm washed over her. Then I felt the welling of semen in my balls, and a moment later felt that warm coursing of sperm spurting into my little girl. She collapsed on top of me, with my cock still buried inside her, twitching and pumping out the last bits of cum.

Leah, who had evidently orgasmed several times by this point, reached over and pulled her sister off me. She buried her face in Kenzie’s pussy, scooping out my juices, which she then fed to Susan—my three girls always took perverse pleasure in my cum. Then Leah lay down next to her sister and the two began to kiss. Susan lay down next to me, absent-mindedly running her fingers up and down my cock as the two of us watched the teens kiss.

After several minutes of this blissful reverie, I felt some stirring in my organ, and Susan switched to regular stroking. Then she ducked her head down and took me into her mouth, and soon my cock was back to full size.

“Look, Daddy’s back,” said Kenzie.

“My turn this time,” responded her sister, who got on her hands and knees. I obliged by moving behind her. I reached down and checked to be sure she was wet enough. I knew she would be, but I always like to check. I positioned my head against her opening and slowly slipped in.

Leah moaned appreciatively. “Mmm, that feels so good, Daddy. I love you inside me.”

My cock grew a little bit bigger at that. I mean, what father could resist a compliment like that from his little girl. I slid in and out of my eldest, while I watched Susan get on her hands and knees too, only this time it was Kenzie who got behind her. My youngest started tonguing her asshole, and rubbing her hand against her vulva, eventually inserting a finger, then two.

“Oooh, more,” said Susan, and Kenzie obliged with two more fingers and picking up the pace of her thrusts.

“Faster, Daddy, faster,” yelled Leah, and I sped up my pace, and a moment later she was convulsing with another orgasm.

I watched in amazement—I had seen it many times, but it never ceased to amaze—as Susan said, “All of it Kenzie. Give me all of it.”

And Kenzie slipped her thumb in next to her four fingers and had her entire fist buried inside her aunt and her tongue deep in her aunt’s ass. Leah rocked with another orgasm alongside her aunt, who was biting the sheets in ecstasy.

And soon I felt myself pass the point of no return, and I pumped my seed into my oldest daughter.

The four of us collapsed in a pile, with no one moving or speaking for several minutes. Just a lot of heavy breathing.

Finally, Susan broke the silence, “I’m done, at least for now.” She looked at me and said, “do you have another in you?”

“I don’t think so, at least not until tonight.”

“Good, because it’s your turn to make breakfast.”

I sighed. “Okay, what do people want.

“Scrambled eggs and bacon,” said Kenzie.

“Ham and cheese omelet,” said her sister. Susan seconded that.

“Okay, omelets it is. Sorry, Kenzie.”

Reluctantly I left my three beautiful women, put on a robe, and went into the kitchen.


Later that day, we went down to our housing community’s pool. As usual, I lagged behind to enjoy the view. Leah and Kenzie have the cutest, round, little asses that bounce nicely as they walk. They both had recently developed that womanly curve of the hips and pert, little breasts. Susan is tall and willowy, with long, brown hair, as opposed to the blond of the girls, but small breasts like her nieces. She rocks a bikini too. I just love watching them walk.

When we got to the pool, the girls went straight into the water, while Susan and I stretched out on a couple of the chaise longues to catch some sun. There was one other family at the pool, the Williamses, a handsome black couple with a teenaged son, Anthony. Evidently, they had just arrived before us, as Asia, the mother, was applying suntan lotion to her son. They lived down the street from us. I didn’t know the parents well, just to say hello to. But Anthony had been in my freshman history class last year, a nice, smart kid.

I was watching the girls when I heard Susan gasp. I followed her gaze to look at the Williamses, and I thought I saw Asia wink at us, but I couldn’t be sure. Asia then immediately hid behind a pair of Ray-Bans and leaned back on her chaise. Anthony jumped in the pool and paddled over to join my girls.

I turned to Susan and quietly asked, “What was that?”

“Didn’t you see it?”

“No, I wasn’t looking at them until you gasped.”

“I could have sworn that when she was applying the sunscreen, she reached under Anthony’s trunks and fondled him.”

“I think you must have imagined it. Wishful thinking.” But as soon as I said that, I recalled that wink. “Could it be true?”

“Maybe,” Susan said. “But I wouldn’t mind being pounded by that black bull,” referring to Anthony’s father.

“Nor would I,” I said. And it was true. It had been ages since I’d been with a man. And Isaiah Williams was quite the hunk. Muscular, tapered torso; thick arms and thighs. He literally oozed testosterone. “And I bet you’d like to dive into Asia’s muff, too.” Asia was stacked and curvy in all those places that Susan wasn’t. Both women were beautiful, but they were very different specimens of womanhood.

“Oh, you know I would, brother.”

Of course, this was just the two of us fantasizing. We did it all the time when people watching. The chances that the Williamses being swingers, much less our type of family as well, were all but nonexistent.

Our fantasizing was interrupted by another family arriving at the pool, a woman and her two teenaged sons. We knew all the homeowners in our small community, so I figured they were new.

What was surprising was the woman. She was a knockout. Forty-something, tall—Susan’s height, about 5’8” or 5’9”—but with the firm, curvy body of a much younger woman. Long dark brown hair, almost black, with large breasts. Simply stunning. and she had two teen boys with her. They both looked to be athletes, with slim, muscled bodies. From their faces you could tell that they were the woman’s sons.

After they passed, I caught Susan peering over the top of her sunglasses at them. She saw that I noticed her ogling them and said, “Be honest with me, my brother, don’t you want to tap that ass?”

“Who wouldn’t? But...”

“ ... it’s been a long time since you had a cock in your mouth and those boys look mighty tasty,” she completed my sentence.

I smiled at her. I loved Susan for a lot of reasons, and one was that when it came to sex, she could come out with filthier locker-room talk than I ever heard come out of a man’s mouth.

“Look, you might get your chance one of these days. The girls are making friends with them.”

As their mother lay down on one of the chaise longues at the far end of the pool, her two boys went into the pool, and my two girls, with Anthony trailing, immediately paddled over and started chatting with them.

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