Chapter 4: Brother’s Incestuous Rescue

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

The protesters were outside The Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor, holding their signs, accusing us of being a lesbian bordello. My arms were crossed as I glared out the glass door at them marching by, a group of mostly women led by Mrs. Armstrong.

That fucking hypocrite. She loved everything her daughter and I had done to her. The married, Christian woman was lying about who she truly was. That she wasn’t a dyke. Or at least bi. She came here yesterday for another massage appointment. She chose the blindfold massage. When I walked in, I found her already stripped naked and eager for it. When I suggested getting another masseuse, not telling her it would be her own daughter, she leaped at it.

She had no idea that Stefani, her daughter, and I worked here. She had used Carmelita the last few times. I thought it would be a great surprise. Stefani and I ate Mrs. Armstrong’s pussy and fucked her with strap-on dildos and vibrators. She devoured our cunts and reveled in the lesbian passion. When we pulled off the blindfold, she freaked out when she discovered her daughter had eaten her out.

She said such horrible things to her daughter, accusing us of seducing her into sin like she wasn’t there to have sex with her female masseuses. Now she was leading her church in protesting us. My hands clenched.

Our clients were canceling now. We were a new business. We didn’t need this. They were smearing our reputation. We couldn’t afford to take this heat. I wanted to go out there and claw out that bitch’s eyes. I spotted her, her dark-red hair swaying about her shoulders as she held her sign, shaking it with the words: “Lesbian Predators. Happy Endings Massages are Illegal.”

“Fucking puta bitch,” muttered Carmelita. She was wearing a pastel, silk robe like the rest of us, hers short and hugging her shapely body. Her golden-brown skin contrasted with the pink. Her dark hair fell around her face. She wore a collar around her neck with the words: “Mistress’s Cunt.”

Her Mistress, and younger sister, Juana stood nearby. She flexed her fingers, staring with a blank face at the window, her lower lip trembling. She looked paler than usual. The Lady’s Touch was her baby. She had come up with it, a place where we could massage women and, if they were willing, to have sex with them.

Not prostitution. They weren’t paying for the sex, but for us to massage them. That was it. Everything else was just consenting individuals enjoying each other. The escort loophole.

“Lesbian Whores go to Hell!” another sign read.

My nostrils flared.

“I can’t believe this,” muttered Stefani. She stood by me, her fiery hair sweeping about her head. Her breasts rose and fell. “My mother is a fucking pile of dog shit! She ate me out. She devoured my pussy and enjoyed it. I felt that tongue of hers fluttering through me to the root.”

“I know!” I hissed. My large breasts swelled my robe as I drew in a deep breath.

The phone rang. Lee, my half-sister, grabbed it. “Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor. How can I help you?” She paused. Her elfin face fell. She sighed, nodding. “I understand. Yes, yes, we hope this goes away soon. Okay. Bye.”

“Another cancel?” Juana asked.

“Another cancel,” Lee said, setting the phone down. She was our receptionist. I borrowed her from my younger brother. She settled down on her chair behind her desk. She leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “Stefani, your mother needs a spanking.”

“She needs a good fucking,” Stefani muttered. “Not that I would ever touch that cunt again.”

“Fucking puta!” snarled Carmelita. “Mistress, let me go out there and tell all those protesters just how she ate my cunt. The last time I massaged her, the moment I walked in she asked me to sit on her face. She begged for it. She didn’t care about the massage, she just wanted to eat my snatch.”

“They won’t believe you,” I said. “She’ll just claim that we’re lying to smear her and her fucking zombie church members will believe her.”

“And there’s my dad,” Stefani said, shaking her head. A man stepped up, older, tall, his hair dark. Mr. Armstrong had his own sign. He joined his wife. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “He’ll never believe that my mother’s a lesbian whore. I barely believe it.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. “This is all my fault.”

“No, it’s not,” Juana said, glancing at me. “I don’t see you out there protesting us.”

“I gave that puta lesbiana bliss,” Carmelita growled. “That woman loves pussy, Sister-Mistress. I want to hold her down so you can whip her ass.”

Juana smiled.

“Well, damn, this is a mess, isn’t it?” a new voice said.

I turned around to see my brother, Clint, stepping out of the hallway, Melody at his side. I blinked at the sight of him then realized he must have come in the back door, responding to my text. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tucked in t-shirt, fresh from college. Melody was dressed more conservative than usual. My blonde half-sister, and one of Clint’s girlfriends, wasn’t wearing her skinny jeans that clung to her hips or a skirt so short she could “accidentally” flash her pussy. She was an exhibitionist, so the conservative dress she wore, something perfect for church, was a shock. It was white with flowers, falling past her knees. She had a little, knit sweater over it, left unbuttoned. The purple added a splash of color.

“Yeah, it’s fucked up,” I said, my heart beating faster. Clint looked strong and confident. He had black hair swept back and a chiseled chin. He was strong, his t-shirt tight about his muscular torso.

“So we’re going to do something about it,” Clint said, a smile growing. “Take care of this problem.”

Melody nodded. She held up the sign she was holding low. It read: “Massages not Prostitutes! Lesbian Whores Go Away!”

I blinked at that. “You’re going to start protesting against us?”

Melody gave me a big grin. “It’s all Clint’s idea.”

“She’s going to be our inside woman,” Clint said. “We’re going to crack this and find a way to turn Stefani’s mother.”

“Awesome,” Lee said.

Melody gave Clint a hot kiss. Our half-sister thrust her tongue into his mouth as she shuddered against him. She was the mother of one of his children. His queen. She and Pam were the two of us sisters he loved the most, followed by our little sister Alicia. Melody broke the kiss and then sauntered back down the hallway, her heels giving her conservative skirt a delicious sway.

She couldn’t help herself.

“We are going to take care of Mrs. Armstrong,” Clint said, glancing at me.

“Yes, we are, Master,” Lee said, bouncing on her chair.

I smiled at my brother. This relief swept through me. Just seeing him made me think this would all work out. The knot in my stomach relaxed just a bit. I hugged him, pressing my large tits into his chest, and kissed my brother. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. His hands grabbed my ass, kneading them, pulling me tight to him. I wiggled my hips, his fingers kneading me.

He was a great man. He reminded me so much of our deceased father. I felt safe in his arms. This naughty thrill ran through me. My hips wiggled from side to side. His hands dug into my rump. I felt his cock hardening against me.

Clint broke the kiss. His eyes stared into mine. “We’re going to fix this.”

I smiled at my younger brother. “Thank you.”

“Ooh, there’s Melody!” Lee squealed.

I turned around and glanced outside. Melody was slipping into the crowd, sidling up to Stefani’s mother. They spoke for a moment, and then her mom gave her a warm embrace. After they broke apart, Melody brandished her sign, shaking it with the rest, looking like she belonged.

I shook my head at how easily she was in there.

Clint stepped back from me. His face grew tight. He looked around the room slowly. A deliberate scan. His gaze swept over Carmelita kneeling before Juana, the younger sister petting her slave’s hair. He passed Lee who was know kneeling on her chair. She was an adult now, but still acted like a bratty girl. Her short, black hair swayed around her head.

My stomach tightened again as I waited for Clint to unveil his plan. How would he fix this? How could he fix this? Those women were accusing us of being prostitutes. How long before the police got into this? Before the media found out? We didn’t need this level of scrutiny on us. Then they would find out we were committing incest.

That was illegal.

Clint’s eyes froze as he glanced up at the corner of the room. His brow furrowed. “You have cameras?”

“Only in here,” I said. “For security.”

“We wouldn’t want our clients thinking we were recording what was going on in the massage rooms,” said Juana. The eighteen-year-old had her head on straight. “We’re not idiots.”

“Lee, pull up all the footage of Mrs. Armstrong’s visits,” Clint said. “See if there’s anything we can use.”

Lee grinned, “On it, Master.”

Lee began clicking and typing on the computer. She had her tongue thrust through her lips. She had such a look of concentration. I’d never seen her like this before. It was almost like the expression she had when she was fighting off an orgasm, but there was no passion in her eyes. She was ... actually putting effort into something that wasn’t fucking.

“Okay, I have her visits on the appointing calendar. So...” Lee smiled. “Ooh, so not yesterday, but three days ago when she had Carmelita massage her, they exchanged a kiss right here. Ooh, lot’s of tongue and ass groping. She has her hands beneath your robe, Carmelita.”

“That puta loves my ass,” muttered Carmelita.

A smile spread across his lips. He pulled out his phone and began texting on it. His dark eyes had this glint in him. I swallowed, shuddering. What would he use that footage for? Some sort of blackmail. That was a start, but would it be enough?

Lee’s phone beeped. She snatched it up and glanced at it. “Okay, Master, I’ll get everything on this list.”

“Text me when you’re there,” Clint said as Lee hopped off her seat, snagged her purse, and darted towards the hallway.

“I will,” the energetic girl shouted as she darted away, her hair swaying behind her.

“What is she buying?” I asked, a tremble racing through me.

Clint sat down on one of the waiting chairs, his cock bulging his jeans. “We have some time to kill. And everyone here looks like they need some stress relieved.”

“Yes,” Juana said. She turned her sister’s head, pulling her towards her crotch.

Carmelita didn’t hesitate to open her little sister’s robe and bury her face between Juana’s thighs. The Hispanic slut licked and lapped at Juana’s cunt. The younger girl threw back her head. She shuddered in delight, her robe parting open. Her small breasts came into view, her nipples puffy and hard.

I glanced at Stefani and arched an eyebrow. I knew I could use a distraction. This day sucked. I wanted to claw out Mrs. Armstrong’s eyes and fuck up her face. If I didn’t do something, I would march out there and get myself arrested.

Stefani licked her lips. She loved sharing my brother.

She grabbed my hand, squeezing it, then we knelt before Clint, my large breasts jiggling and bouncing beneath my robes. I stared up at my brother. He had a huge grin on his face, sitting like a king over us.

Our hands reached up his jeans. That rasping sound of our hands sliding over his jeans echoed through the room. It was a wicked sound that had me trembling. My pussy clenched as this wicked heat swept through my body.

Our hands reached his crotch, feeling his dick throbbing beneath him. He needed to be freed. Our hands unsnapped his jeans. The zipper rasped. Our hands tugged down his pants. He lifted his ass, smiling at us, eager for it.

His thighs were muscular. Hairy. I shuddered, touching him. My hands slid up my brother’s leg for his boxers. He was huge. Hard. Eager for this. I licked my lips as we drew out his cock. We grasped his big dick.

“Ooh, yes, yes, you nasty, pussy-licking cunt,” moaned Juana. “Get that tongue in there. Make me cum harder, slut. I want that tongue making me explode.”

Her passion made me shudder. Juices leaked down my thighs. I had nothing beneath my robes. My cream trickled down my legs. I shuddered as I swayed from side to side. My hands gripped my brother’s cock, Stefani’s joining me. We leaned forward, his cock throbbing and twitching.

Precum beaded out the tip. I licked my lips as we leaned in. My cheek rubbed against my girlfriend’s. Her silky skin felt warm against mine. Then our mouths pressed in this cock. We teased my brother, nibbling on the spongy crown.

“Damn,” Clint groaned. “We’re going to make everything right. Trust me.”

I shuddered in delight, whimpering. My tongue darted around the crown of his dick. We caressed him. His spongy crown felt amazing beneath our touch. He throbbed in our grasp. His precum spilled out as we pumped our hands up and down his dick. Our tongues lapped around his crown.

We brushed each other. Our lips caressing as our tongues touched each other. I shuddered each time our tongues slid around each other. My cheek rubbed against hers as we shared his cock. His salty precum. My hips wiggled from side to side, that heat dribbling out of me. This wonderful passion surged through me.

We sucked on him. We pumped our hands up and down his dick. We stroked him. Precum bubbled out of his dick. We worshiped his dick together. Loved him. Stefani’s lip slipped over his cock. Her cheeks sucked hard.

“Damn,” Clint groaned as my lover bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft.

“Mmm, love my brother,” I purred. “This is how your mother should have acted. Loving your mouth on her cunt. Thankful that we gave her pleasure.”

Stefani growled around my brother’s cock. She sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed. His dick twitched in our hand. Then her mouth popped off, and she flashed an angry look up at my brother as I sucked his dick into my mouth.

“Hell fucking yeah, she should have!” Stefani hissed. “I ate that bitch’s cunt like there was no tomorrow. She gushed all over me and Yunie’s faces.”

Yunie was her nickname for me.

Her passion inspired me. I sucked hard on my brother’s cock. I bobbed my head, loving him. He groaned. A wicked shudder rippled through me as I blew my brother. His dick throbbed in my mouth. I sucked him. Loved him.

My tongue darted around his cock. I caressed him. Stroked him. He groaned as I pleased him. His hands clenched into the armchair rest. His eyes burned with his passion. I bobbed my head, sucking and loving him. His precum spilled into my mouth.

“That fucking cunt devoured me!” Stefani hissed. “I came so hard on her face, and she loved it.”

Clint grinned. “I love your passion, Stefani.”

I popped my mouth off my brother’s dick, moaning, “Yes!”

Stefani swallowed my brother’s cock. His face twisted with pleasure as she sucked. She bobbed her mouth, sucking with an angry fervor. I watched in awe, this incestuous thrill shooting through me as she bobbed her head. Her fiery hair danced about her shoulders. It caressed my face, a silky swipe that sent tingles racing through me. Her cheeks hollowed.

Then she popped her mouth off and I swallowed the tip. I tasted Stefani on my brother’s cock. It was incredible. A thrill. The naughtiest indirect kiss. I bobbed and sucked and worshiped him. I loved him. I sucked with all my might. My hand gripped his dick, bumping into Stefani’s.

“We’re going to make your mother understand who she is,” Clint growled as I loved him. “We’re going to make her see the light and take her in hand.”

“Yes!” Stefani moaned.

Clint grinned. “This is going to be wild.”

I popped my mouth off his dick, groaning, “If I was a mother, I would never treat our daughter like that!”

Stefani swallowed his cock, sucking on him.

“I would love her, Clint!” I hissed. “I would teach her such naughty things.”

“Yes, you would,” he said, grabbing my hair. He held my black locks in a tight fist. “Damn, Zoey, you would make an incredible mother.”

I shuddered while Stefani squealed. Her mouth popped off and I took over. I sucked him. Loved him. Then I let Stefani work her magic. We traded back and forth, the heat building and building between my thighs as we loved my brother.

Juana moaned in the background. She groaned as her sister feasted. Lesbian incest. A beautiful thing. Why couldn’t that bitch understand that? I sucked hard on my brother’s dick. This heat surged through me.

Then I popped my mouth off of his dick and passed it to my lover. She groaned and gasped as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. Her saliva ran down his cock. I licked it up, tasting her on my brother’s cock. This heat built in me.

“Fuck,” growled Clint. “We’re going to fix your mother! Goddamn, Stefani.”

“Make him cum, Dandi,” I moaned, using my nickname for my lover. “Just make him explode.”

“Yes!” my brother groaned. “I’m almost there!”

Stefani popped her mouth off his dick. Our hands fisted him. Her hand caressed the spongy tip of his crown. It was incredible. His face twisted. We aimed his cock at us. I groaned, trembling, watching his slit beading with precum, the clear fluid spilling down his crown.

“Cum on our faces!” I moaned to my brother.

“Shower us!” whimpered Stefani.

“Zoey!” my brother growled. “Fucking Stefani!”

His cum erupted. Hot spurts of jizz exploded from his cock. It spilled over my face. His seed splashed across our features. A spurt landed on my tongue. That wonderful, salty treat soaked my tongue. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. My tongue flashed across my lips, gathering up his jizz as more and more fired from his cock.

That wonderful spunk covered my face. That incestuous seed. Clint groaned through his pleasure. I loved it. He painted my face. It ran down my features. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. My breasts rose and fell in my chest. My pussy clenched. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

I groaned, my hips wiggling back and forth. My robes swayed around me. I licked my lips. That wonderful seed dribbled down my face. I groaned as my heart pounded in my chest. I leaned back, panting in delight.

Clint rose as the cum dribbled down me. He grabbed me by the hair, pulling me to my feet. I shuddered at the dominance. I let my brother do things to me. I submitted to him. I wasn’t his sex slave, more his sister with benefit. He was just a sexy guy. I just couldn’t help myself.

He was so powerful.

His cum ran hot down my features as he bent me over the receptionist desk. Stefani rushed around the other side, leaning over it, smiling. Her dimpled cheeks were smeared in my brother’s pearly jizz. She leaned over before me as Clint flipped up the short hem of my silk robe.

His cock smacked my rump.

I shuddered as Stefani kissed me hard on the lips. She thrust a tongue coated in jizz into my mouth. I kissed my lover and savored my brother’s seed on her tongue. My pussy clenched as Clint smacked my rump again. His precum flicked across my rump, feeling hot before cooling.

“Look at that ass,” Clint said. “Doesn’t she have a great ass?”

“Oh, yes,” groaned Juana. “I love her ass.” She let out a throaty moan. “Ooh, you want to make me cum again, puta?”

“I want to drown in your juices, Sister-Mistress,” purred Carmelita.

His cock slid across my rump. It smeared over my asshole. That hot coating of precum made me shudder. I shuddered at the feel of it. He nuzzled into my pussy. I whimpered into my lover’s kiss as he pressed into my cunt.

He slid into me. I shuddered. My pussy clenched around his cock. I groaned at that wonderful feel of my brother’s dick in me. He stretched out my cunt. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring him around inside my twat.

“Fuck, Zoey,” Clint groaned, his hands sliding up my body, caressing me through my robes. “You are feeling tight today.”

“Tension does that,” moaned Juana. “Relax your sister. Give her a massage.”

“A hard cock massage?” Clint chuckled. “I can do that. I love giving my women cunt massages.” He drew back his cock, my pussy clinging to his thick shaft. I broke the kiss and moaned, “Yes! I need this! I fucked up.”