What She Told Me
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 9: Brotherly Love
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: Brotherly Love - My wife told me the most incredible story of hot incest I could imagine.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Oral Sex
We finished clearing the table in comfortable silence after our nude supper. Lily’s ponytail swung as she stacked plates, her small breasts jiggling with each movement. Scott kept stealing glances at his sister’s shaved mound, his thin cock already half-hard and bobbing against his thigh. Ann caught my eye and gave a small nod.
“Bedroom,” she said softly. “All of us.”
Ann led the way down the hall. Lily’s ponytail swayed against her bare back, her athletic body moving with easy grace. Scott followed close behind, his swimmer’s build tense, his thin seven-and-a-half-inch cock already half-hard and bobbing with each step. I brought up the rear, watching Ann’s hourglass figure, her taut bubble ass flexing above the thick brown bush that framed her slit.
In the master bedroom the bedside lamps glowed soft gold. Ann turned to Scott first, her short brown hair framing a knowing smile.
“Tonight you’re going to learn how to make love to your sister,” she said, voice low and steady. “Your father and I will guide you.”
She turned and pointed to the center of the king bed. “Lily, lie on your back in the middle. Spread your legs so Scott can see everything.”
Lily climbed up without hesitation. She settled on the sheets, her long brown hair fanned across the pillow, and parted her thighs. Her shaved puffy pussy opened slightly, the inner lips already glistening. Scott stood frozen at the foot of the bed until Ann took his hand.
“Come here, sweetheart. Kneel between her legs.”
Scott obeyed, his knees sinking into the mattress. His shaved cock twitched above Lily’s entrance.
“Feel how wet she is for you,” Ann murmured. “Rub her clit in slow circles.”
Scott’s fingers trembled at first, then found a rhythm. Lily’s hips lifted. A soft moan escaped her. Ann leaned in and kissed Lily’s mouth, then guided Scott’s head down.
“Lick her. Taste your sister.”
Scott’s tongue dragged over Lily’s smooth slit. She gasped and threaded her fingers through his short hair. Ann watched, one hand stroking Scott’s cock in long, gentle pulls.
When Lily’s breathing grew quick, Ann pulled Scott up and positioned him between her legs.
“Feel how warm she is,” Ann said, guiding the head of his cock to Lily’s slit. She rubbed the tip up and down the puffy lips, spreading the wetness. “She’s ready for you. Push just the very tip inside.”
Scott’s breath caught as the head slipped between Lily’s folds. Lily’s hips lifted a fraction.
“Good,” Ann praised. “Now stop there. Let her stretch around you.”
I moved onto the bed on my knees and pressed the head of my cock to Ann’s dripping entrance. She pushed back, taking me to the hilt in one slow thrust. Her thick bush tickled my balls as I bottomed out. I gripped her hips and stayed still, letting her direct everything.
“Scott,” Ann continued, voice calm and steady, “slide in another inch. Slowly.”
Scott eased forward. Lily’s breath hitched, her small 32B breasts rising sharply.
“Lily, tell him how it feels,” Ann instructed.
“It’s stretching me,” Lily said, voice soft but clear. “It feels good. Keep going, Scotty.”
Ann reached beneath Scott and cupped his smooth balls. “Another inch. Feel how tight she is around you.”
Scott groaned as he sank deeper. Lily’s hands clutched the sheets. When he was halfway in, Ann looked at me.
“Start moving, Mark. Slow strokes. Scott, match your father’s rhythm.”
I drew back and pushed into Ann again, the wet sound of her pussy filling the room. Scott copied the motion, sliding another inch into Lily. Lily moaned and reached for her brother’s hips.
“Scotty,” Lily said, “you feel so good inside me. Don’t stop.”
Ann rubbed slow circles over Lily’s clit with two fingers. “Scott, tell her what her pussy feels like.”
“So tight,” Scott gasped. “She’s squeezing me every time I move.”
“Deeper now,” Ann said. “All the way in. Lily, breathe through it.”
Scott sank the final inches with a shaky moan. Lily’s eyes fluttered. Ann turned her head to look at me.
“Harder, Mark. Let the children hear us.”
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