The Island
Copyright© 2024 by Beaverhunt
Chapter 35
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 35 - Donna’s suspicions of her three brothers being intimate with their mother are proven true when she catches them in the act. Her father tries to kiss her, which causes her to panic. The panic forces her out of the house and falls down a steep incline. She wakes on an island that is a place between life and death where her father serves as her guide. Sex? Are you KIDDING?!?!
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Something wet hit her flesh to cool her face and cleared her vision enough to see her father’s concerned look. An arc of piss flowing strong to perhaps douse the flames. The scent of piss grew as he took his time circling her until every inch of her body had been covered and still the stream came.
Donna knew the fire was coming from within as well as out. Her mouth opened to allow his piss to enter, and tasted the strong on her tongue, but didn’t pull away or gag. The pain subsided as his stream flowed down her throat to reach the rest of her body. His head pressed against her lips and began to drip the last of his piss, which she eagerly took.
Her lips tightened around his head as she sucked in whatever drops she could find. His hands moved to the back of her head as she stared up at his concerned face. Her hands worked his shaft as the heat began to return. He moaned out as twitches touched hands and mouth. Salty cum hit the back of her throat without gagging and found it thicker than it should’ve been. It was cooling her body and worked to give her as much of the thick substance as he had to offer.
Her father pulled away once the last of his cum had been swallowed and looked down at her with concerned eyes. Donna hadn’t realized she’d fallen to her knees until that moment. Pain faded from memory as she rose and dripped piss down her body without losing any of the cum that kept the fire at bay. A warm breeze picked up from before them and blew away everything until the only thing that remained was stale air blowing gently on their faces.
She took her father’s hand, and he squeezed gently to comfort her, and began to continue their journey. Her tongue searched out the tastes that had been there from the first step, but all she could taste was stale air. The air was getting dryer as they continued to walk into an increasing wind that made movement difficult. Donna was watched and mocked from all around without turning away from the path.
Her hair flew back and tried to block the wind with her free arm, but it hammered her eyes. Steps became slow and burdensome as she leaned forward, but could go no further. She felt his hand in hers, but it was as if from some great distance. He was yelling something, but couldn’t speak over the wind raging all around them. The ferocity increased and felt as if flesh would be torn from body.
Donna could go no further and turned to keep the dry, stale air from continuing to pound her front and was blown hard to the ground. Laughter erupted over the wind from the dark thing as her knees and body tumbled. She’d lost ground and feared she wouldn’t make it past the wind.