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Copyright© 2020 by Mark Gander
Chapter 11
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 11 - This is a different variation of the same kind of theme as "Bet Your Sweet Ass." In this one, though, the siblings are in lockdown due to coronavirus, parents and her boyfriend are quarantined elsewhere, and the brother and sister are a little slower, more hesitant in pushing their luck. A little.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual BiSexual Humor Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Brother Sister MaleDom Rough Spanking Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Food Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Babysitter Big Breasts Nudism
“Your turn, Bro. Truth or Dare?” Becca asked me now.
“Truth,” I answered, feeling a bit more candid.
“Do you feel affection for all five of us?” my sister demanded to know.
I looked at the five cuties who already teased and tantalized as well as flirted with me, all of whom had been physically intimate with me. I naturally felt no shortage of love for Becca, her being my own sister. Heather wormed her way into my heart in stages while we became fuckbuddies. Melanie charmed me by a combination of servicing me so enthusiastically and making it clear intentions that pleased me to no small degree in terms of open marriage and other such delights.
Janine, for her part, had surrendered so abjectly to me that she was irresistible. Her brazen and unconditional submission and servitude was very pleasing to me. She knew how to appeal to me with her cooking as well, to say nothing of that massage business.
Then there was Paige. Any woman who would gladly take Heather as her lover and agree to be her bride won major brownie points with me. I wanted Heather to have romance in her life as well as friendship with benefits, after all. The fact that Paige declared herself my girlfriend and was such a good friend to Becca sealed the deal for me.
In a word, “yes,” as I told them, “I feel various forms of affection for each of you, for different reasons and in your own unique, personal ways.”
Every last lady in the apartment walked right up to me, except for Becca, who was already on my lap. Every last one of them had tears in their eyes. This was an emotional watershed for each of us now. For a moment, at least, we were past fun and games. We had been raw, open, vulnerable, and dare I say, intimate, with each other now. I had confessed my true and earnest feelings for them all.
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