The Shaw Family
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A family in an incestuous relationship goes on a camping trip on a hill. While the father and son are out looking for firewood, the mother and daughter disappear without a trace.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter BDSM Interracial Black Male White Male Anal Sex
Claire watched her children left the house from the kitchen window, a small smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of her two children together. Then, with a shake of her head, she turned and made her way to her own car, a small, sensible sedan that seemed to be at odds with the fiery passion she had just displayed.
The engine roared to life as she reversed out of the driveway, the cold air a sharp contrast to the warmth of her house. She had always loved driving, the sense of freedom it brought her, and she felt it now more than ever as she set off to pick up her neighbor, Sienna Mussett. Sienna was a woman of the same age as Claire, but her life had taken a vastly different path. Her skin was a rich, dark brown that seemed to glow in the early morning light, and her body was voluptuous in a way that drew the eyes of every man in town. Yet, she remained untouched, a solitary figure in a place where everyone else’s secrets were laid bare.
As Claire pulled up to Sienna’s small, well-kept house, she noticed the way her friend’s eyes widened slightly when she stepped out of the car. “My goodness, Claire,” Sienna drawled, her voice a smooth, sultry purr. “You look absolutely stunning.”
Claire couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. She had always felt self-conscious about her weight, especially in a town where everyone knew everyone’s business. But since her little ... arrangement with her husband and children, she had found that her body had transformed. The excess weight had melted away, leaving behind a curvy figure that she had learned to appreciate. She knew that Sienna wasn’t one to mince words, so the sincerity in her voice meant more than any other compliment she could’ve received.
“Thanks, Sienna,” she said, her voice a bit shaky. “I’ve been working hard at it. You know how it is, gotta keep the home fires burning.”
Sienna’s gaze lingered on her, a knowing glint in her eye. “You’ve lost weight,” she said, her tone a blend of admiration and curiosity. “What’s your secret?”
Claire’s cheeks grew hotter. “It’s just ... a new diet,” she said, her voice trailing off. She didn’t dare reveal the truth. The secret that bound her to Alfred and the kids was a tightly wound thread that she didn’t want to unravel. Not yet.
Sienna studied her for a moment, her gaze intense, before she shrugged and slid into the car. “Well, it’s working,” she said, her voice filled with a hint of envy. “But I wouldn’t mind a taste of what’s been cooking in your kitchen.”
Claire’s heart skipped a beat at the double entendre, but she kept her expression neutral as she started the car. The drive to town was a blur of winding roads and sparse vegetation, the silence between them charged with unspoken questions and unexplored desires. The town square was already bustling with activity, the local coffee shop’s neon sign flickering to life as they drove past.
“So,” Claire ventured, her voice a low purr that matched the rumble of the engine, “what’s the plan for today?”
Sienna leaned back in the seat, her eyes on the horizon as she spoke. “Oh, I’ve got something different in mind today,” she said, her tone playful. “My father’s coming into town, and I’m not going to waste my energy at the gym. I’ve got other plans for keeping active.”
Claire raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. “Your father, huh?” she said, her voice low and knowing. “I bet he keeps you on your toes.”
Sienna’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Oh, you have no idea,” she murmured, her gaze lingering on Claire’s body. “But I’ll save the details for another time. Right now, I need to make sure I look my best for him.”
The rest of the drive into town was filled with a charged silence, the tension palpable as Claire’s mind raced with the implications of Sienna’s words. The idea of her friend engaging in the same forbidden activities she had with her own family was both shocking and intriguing. As they pulled up to the coffee shop, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie with the woman beside her. They had both found their own ways to deal with the oppressive weight of the town’s expectations, to find joy in the darkness that lurked within their hearts.
“How old is your father, anyway?” Claire found herself asking, the question slipping out before she could censor it. She had always been curious about Sienna’s family dynamics, but had never dared to pry before.
Sienna’s gaze remained fixed on the passing scenery, a small smile playing on her lips. “Seventy-two,” she replied, her voice holding a hint of something that Claire couldn’t quite pinpoint.
“And ... his needs are still ... high?” Claire prodded, her curiosity piqued.
Sienna nodded, her smile widening. “Oh, yes,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You see, after my mother passed, he discovered a new lease on life. He’s got more energy than men half his age. And the things he does with that cock...” Her voice trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air like a tantalizing morsel.
The implication was clear, and Claire felt a strange thrill at the shared secret. The town of Crestfall was a place where everyone knew everyone else’s business, but somehow, the most intimate details remained hidden. It was a place where the most taboo of relationships were not only accepted but celebrated in their own twisted way. As they stepped out of the car, the crunch of gravel under their feet seemed to echo the unspoken understanding that passed between them.
The gym was a small, run-down building on the edge of town, the paint peeling from the outside walls and the windows fogged with condensation. Inside, the smell of sweat and metal filled the air, a heady scent that seemed to heighten the tension between them. They both began their workouts, Claire on the treadmill and Sienna at the free weights. Their conversation was muted, but the words flowed as easily as the sweat that coated their bodies.
“It was just ... sad,” Sienna said, her voice tight with emotion as she curled a dumbbell. “To see him so alone, so ... desperate. After Mama passed, he was never the same. He had all this love, all this passion, and no one to share it with.”
The treadmill whirred under Claire’s feet as she nodded, the steady beat of her sneakers matching the rhythm of her heart. “I can imagine,” she murmured, her own thoughts drifting to her own father’s solitary life.
Sienna set the dumbbell down with a clank, her body glistening with sweat. She leaned against the weight bench, her chest heaving as she spoke. “After he had the stroke, I realized I couldn’t deny him that happiness anymore. So, I ... I gave it to him.” The confession hung in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the taboo bond that now connected them.
Claire’s eyes widened in understanding, her own heart racing. “You’ve been with your father, too?” she whispered, the words thick with a mix of shock and a strange kind of admiration.
Sienna nodded, her gaze unwavering. “Every night, after I take care of him, I ... I make sure he’s happy,” she said, her voice filled with a strange mix of pride and resignation. “It’s the least I can do, after everything he’s been through.”
Claire slowed her pace on the treadmill, her breathing heavy as she digested the revelation. “You’re a good daughter,” she said finally, her voice thick with unshed tears. “You’re giving him what he needs.”
Sienna shrugged, wiping the sweat from her brow. “It’s not like I had much of a choice,” she replied, her voice laced with bitterness. “My husband took off with Tyrell after the divorce. Said he couldn’t handle the stress of taking care of a sick old man.”
The weight room was eerily quiet, the only sounds the clanging of metal and the distant murmur of other patrons. Sienna’s eyes grew distant, lost in the memories of her ex-husband’s betrayal. “He didn’t even look back,” she said, her voice cracking. “Took my baby boy and just ... disappeared.”
Claire felt a pang of guilt as she stepped off the treadmill. Her own family was a tapestry of twisted love, but at least they had each other. She crossed the floor and wrapped her arms around Sienna, her embrace warm and comforting. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured, her breasts pressing against the younger woman’s back.
Sienna leaned into her, the tension in her shoulders relaxing slightly. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice muffled by Claire’s embrace. “It’s just ... sometimes, it’s hard. Being the only one.”
Claire’s mind raced as she stepped back, her eyes searching Sienna’s. “But what if it didn’t have to be just you?” she asked softly, her voice filled with a hint of the same boldness that had driven her to approach Alfred earlier that morning. “What if we could help each other?”
Sienna turned to face her, a puzzled expression crossing her features. “What do you mean?” she asked, her breathing shallow and quick.
Claire took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the suggestion in the air. “Why don’t we ... help each other?” she asked, her voice a whisper that seemed to echo in the cavernous space of the gym. “I mean, we both know what it’s like to have ... those kinds of needs. And I’m already taking care of your fathers in other ways.”
Sienna’s eyes searched hers, the unspoken question hanging between them like a ripe fruit, heavy with possibility. “What are you proposing?” she asked, her voice low and husky.
“Well,” Claire began, her eyes darting around the gym before landing on Sienna’s face. “We could ... take turns. You know, with your fathers. It could be like ... a support group. For the lonely.”
Sienna’s eyes widened, but instead of the horror Claire had feared, she saw something flicker in their depths. Desire, perhaps? Or was it just curiosity? Either way, the wheels were turning, and the air grew heavier as the implication of her words sank in. “You mean...” Sienna’s voice was a murmur, “you want to ... with my dad?”
Claire nodded, her own heart racing with the audacity of her suggestion. “It’s not like we’re strangers, Sienna. And I know what it’s like to need that kind of ... comfort.” She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to trace the curve of Sienna’s arm. “We could take turns, give each other a break. It’s just ... human nature, right?”
Sienna’s gaze searched hers, the wheels of consideration turning in her dark eyes. “But what about Alfred?” she asked, her voice barely above a murmur. “What if he doesn’t ... agree?”
Claire leaned in closer, her hand sliding up to cup Sienna’s cheek. “Alfred will do anything for me,” she assured her, her voice a seductive purr. “He’s always been that way. If I want it, he wants it.” She paused, her thumb brushing gently over Sienna’s plump lower lip. “And I want this. I want help you make your dad happy as a ... man.”
Sienna’s gaze dropped to Claire’s crotch, where the tight leotard she wore outlined the small, neat triangle of hair. Her eyes grew thoughtful as she took in the size of Claire’s pussy, so much smaller than her own. “You know,” she began, her voice a low growl, “my daddy’s got a big black cock. It’s ... category.” She paused, watching the blush creep up Claire’s neck. “It might be a bit of a stretch for you.”
The words hung in the air, thick with innuendo. Claire’s eyes went wide, and she felt a thrill of terror and excitement run through her. She had seen those movies, the ones where the tiny white wife took on the massive black bull of a man. It had always been a guilty pleasure, a secret she had never shared with anyone, not even Alfred. But here she was, in the flesh, standing before a woman whose life mirrored those dark, forbidden fantasies.
Her heart racing, Claire leaned closer, her eyes locked on Sienna’s full, dark lips. “Maybe it’s time for me to get some ... experience,” she said, her voice a tremulous whisper. “To see what all the fuss is about.”
Sienna’s eyes sparked with amusement, and she leaned back slightly, her hand coming up to cover Claire’s. “You’ve never been with a black man before?” she asked, her tone teasing.
“Only ... in my dreams,” Claire admitted, her voice a soft whisper. “But I’ve seen it in ... movies which they said ‘get blacked’.” Her cheeks grew even hotter at the admission, her eyes dropping to the floor as she felt Sienna’s gaze on her.
Sienna’s smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. “Well,” she said, her voice a low purr, “dreams have a way of coming true in Crestfall.” She took a step closer, her breasts brushing against Claire’s. “But are you sure you’re ready for that kind of ... experience?”
The air was thick with tension, the only sound the distant grunts of other gym-goers and the clank of weights. Claire could feel her heart thundering in her chest as she nodded. “I’ve never felt more ready for anything in my life,” she murmured, her eyes locked on Sienna’s.
Sienna’s smile grew even more wicked as she leaned in, her full, dark lips capturing Claire’s in a kiss that was as surprising as it was electrifying. Claire’s eyes fluttered shut, her body responding instinctively to the other woman’s passion. She felt the heat of Sienna’s tongue as it probed her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. It was a kiss that spoke of secrets shared and bonds forged in the most unexpected of ways.
“Thank you,” Sienna murmured against her mouth, her breath hot and sweet with the scent of mint. “For offering to help me. I know it’s not easy for you, but it means the world to me.”
Claire nodded, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and fear. “I want to,” she whispered, her voice a tremble. “But why not film it?”
Sienna’s eyes lit up with understanding, and she pulled away slightly, her hand reaching into her gym bag to produce a small, sleek camera. “For posterity,” she said with a grin. “It’s not every day a girl gets to lose her ... well, you know.”
They giggled, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. The idea of filming the encounter had brought a thrill to Claire that she hadn’t anticipated. It was like watching her own forbidden desires play out on a screen, a voyeur to the darkest corners of her soul.
“But we can’t do it here,” Sienna said, her eyes dancing with mischief. “We’ll have to go to the sex shop. You know, the one on the edge of town, by the old mill?”
The mere mention of the place sent a thrill through Claire. She had heard whispers about that shop, but had never dared to set foot inside. It was a place where the villagers’ darkest desires were brought to light, where the most intimate of secrets were revealed in the stark fluorescence of the store’s lights. “What do we need?” she asked, her voice a soft squeak of excitement.
Sienna’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as she listed off their shopping list. “A good quality camera, obviously,” she said, her voice a low, sultry murmur. “And some toys. Maybe a strap-on for me, to make you ... get accustomed to the size difference. And something for you to wear. Something that’ll drive my father wild.”
Claire nodded, her imagination racing with the possibilities. “I’ve always wanted to try one of those,” she admitted, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. “But I never had the nerve to buy one.”
“Don’t worry,” Sienna said, her hand sliding down to squeeze Claire’s thigh. “We’ll pick out something special for you. Something that’ll make you feel like a queen.”
The drive to the sex shop was filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. The small, unassuming building looked like any other on the outskirts of town, but the neon sign in the window whispered of the illicit treasures that lay within. Claire’s heart raced as they stepped inside, the smell of leather and sex wafting out to greet them.
The walls were lined with racks of lingerie, all in shades of red and black, and the shelves were filled with an assortment of adult toys that ranged from the mundane to the utterly bizarre. Sienna led the way, her hips swaying with confidence as she navigated the aisles. “Ah,” she exclaimed, plucking a shiny, black strap-on from the display. “This should do the trick.”
Claire took the device from her, her hands trembling as she examined it. It was larger than any toy she had ever seen, the silicone flesh-like material cool and unyielding in her grip. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice small and unsure.
Sienna’s smile was reassuring as she took the strap-on back. “It’s all about the experience,” she said, her voice a smooth purr. “And trust me, you’re going to love it.” She turned to the cashier, a middle-aged woman with a knowing smile, and placed the item on the counter. “We’ll take this, and one of those,” she said, pointing to a delicate set of dog collars. “And maybe one of those handcuffs, too. You know, for ambiance.”
The woman nodded, her eyes twinkling with mirth as she rang up their purchase. “Will there be anything else, ladies?” she asked, her voice holding a hint of a French accent.
“Just one more thing,” Sienna said, her gaze flicking to a rack of lingerie. She plucked out a red babydoll with black lace trimming and a matching pair of stockings. “This should do nicely.” She held it up against Claire’s body, the fabric a stark contrast against her pale skin. “You’ll wear this,” she said with a decisive nod. “It’ll drive Alfred wild. Why don’t you use it now?”
Claire felt a rush of excitement at the thought of donning something so scandalous for her husband. The material was soft and silky, and she couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel against her skin. “Okay,” she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper. “But how will my pussy get shown to the others?”
Sienna’s eyes lit up with a wicked spark. “Think it later,” she said, her smile a promise of something dark and delicious. She handed the lingerie to Claire, who retreated to the cramped dressing room in the back of the store.
The walls of the changing booth were paper-thin, and Claire could hear the muffled sounds of the other customers’ hushed whispers and the occasional slap of plastic on flesh as they explored the store’s offerings. She took a deep breath and slipped out of her gym clothes, her hands shaking with a mix of excitement and nerves. The red babydoll was like a second skin, the lace tracing the contours of her body like a lover’s touch. She stepped into the stockings, rolling them up her legs with trembling fingers. They clung to her like a second skin, highlighting her curves and making her feel more exposed than she ever had.
As she turned to face the mirror, the reality of her reflection took her breath away. The outfit was a siren’s call, the low neckline framing her ample breasts and the skirt riding high on her thighs. But it was the way the fabric clung to her pussy that made her gasp, the lace leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She felt a rush of wetness between her legs, the anticipation of the evening to come making her body ache with need. The thought of her husband and his friends watching her, touching her, using her in ways she had only dreamed about, was intoxicating.
Sienna’s voice floated over from the other side of the curtain. “How does it look?” she called out, her excitement palpable.
“It ... it’s ... oh my,” Claire managed to stutter, her eyes transfixed by the erotic vision before her. The babydoll and stockings combined to create an image of wanton temptation that she had never seen herself as. The way the fabric clung to her curves, the lace framing her sex like an invitation, was both terrifying and thrilling. She felt her cheeks flush with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.
“Perfect,” Sienna declared, her voice filled with satisfaction as she stepped into the dressing room. She took a step closer, her eyes roving over Claire’s body with a hunger that was almost palpable. “Now, let’s get you ready for the main event.”
Her nimble fingers worked their magic, twisting and coiling Claire’s blonde hair into a high bun that made her look like a proper lady from the Old West. The gold hoop earrings she placed on Claire’s lobes glinted in the harsh light, a stark contrast against her pale skin. Sienna stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “You look like a real little slut,” she said with a smile, her voice teasing. “Just how they like ‘em in those dusty saloons.”
Claire couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation not lost on her. “I feel like I should be serving drinks and playing poker,” she said, twirling around in the skimpy lingerie.
“Oh, you’ll be serving plenty,” Sienna assured her with a wink. “But the only thing you’ll be playing with is that big, black cock.” She handed Claire a set of matching heels, the stiletto tips glinting in the fluorescent light.
Sienna took the dog collar and fastened it around Claire’s neck with a deft twist of her wrists. The leather pressed into her skin, sending a thrill through her body. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but the evidence was right before her eyes. “This will keep you in line,” Sienna said with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “And these...”
She picked up the handcuffs and snapped one around Claire’s wrist, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat building in her body. “Now, let’s see how you look with your hands tied behind your back,” she said, a hint of challenge in her voice.
Claire felt a rush of adrenaline as she obeyed, the fabric of the babydoll stretching tight across her backside as she raised her arms. The cuffs clicked shut, the sound echoing in the small space. She looked over her shoulder, watching in the mirror as Sienna stepped closer, her eyes raking over Claire’s body with an intensity that made her shiver.
“Perfect,” Sienna murmured, her voice a dark whisper. She pulled the collar tight, the leather pressing into Claire’s throat. “Now, let’s go show Alfred what we’ve got planned.”
Her hand was a brand of heat against Claire’s lower back as she guided her through the shop, the leather of the collar a constant reminder of her submission. The cashier’s knowing smile was almost a smirk as she took their money, the bells on the door jingling merrily as they left the sex shop.
The drive home was a blur of excitement and nerves. Sienna’s hand rested casually on the gearstick, her fingers toying with the leather. Every time she changed gears, her hand would brush against Claire’s thigh, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine. The dog collar around her neck was a constant reminder of the evening’s events, the small silver tag jingling with every movement.
Once back at the house, the women made their way to the living room where her father, Oliver Simpson is waiting, his eyes already glued to the TV, watching a mud women wrestling match. The sight of Claire in the scandalous lingerie made the old man’s heads snap around, his jaws dropping in unison.
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