Chapter 11

“Oh, fuck ... oh, fuck ... oh, fuck!” I found myself groaning as Mariamne pegged me good and hard from behind, bent over my wife’s favorite ottoman.

It was an incredible time for me, no doubt of that, to commit my first ever incest with my half-sister, no less, and also be pegged yet again. So far, the only one to peg me prior to her was my own wife, Britta-Lise, earlier that very day. I wondered what kind of editing Eddie would to throw just enough doubt about the incest part to get around the existing laws in nearly every country on Earth, but I trusted him ultimately about the issue.

Sure, it hurt once again to be pegged once more, this time by my own sister, but I had to admit that it was exciting, too. For one thing, even as she paddled my buns and fucked my ass, Mariamne kept whispering such sweet words in my ear. She also told me that she knew that I was her brother during the lap dance that she gave me and that she only told Britta-Lise afterward.

“It was too yummy a prospect to risk having it prevented. I’ve wanted to fuck my only brother in the whole world for years. Years, bro! I knew that if we met ... no, when we met, it was destiny. I’ve wanted my own brother to breed me for ages! For now, though, I’m gonna milk this pegging business for all its worth!” Mariamne told me as she licked my ears.

That was when I saw the clock ... five pm ... where did the time go? It was what now, two, three hours, max, before the caterers arrived, and basically all of the guests sat around watching me get spanked and pegged. I was the main attraction, to the point that we were filmed again, as noted before. Then I felt and heard Mariamne cum while she plowed my backfield, her hips bucking even harder just as mine did.

Just then, the front door opened one more time, and boy was this one a shock to my system.

“Hank? Wow ... things have sure changed with you!” Alicia Simpson, my high school crush and very briefly my girlfriend, exclaimed as she saw Mariamne pull out of my gaping butthole.

“Alicia?” I reacted with considerable astonishment, even as she knelt behind me to start rimming me and licking my hairy cheeks.

“Surprise, surprise ... we tracked her down and boy was she eager to grab the chance to make sure that her next baby has the same father as her first. Seems to still hold a torch for you, dear,” my wife informed as she wiped Alicia’s mouth and face with a wet wipe.

“First baby?” I asked with confusion as Alicia and Britta-Lise helped me stand back up.

“Yes, honey. You’re a Daddy! Shocked? Here’s a picture of our beautiful daughter, Kara, sired on grad night, babe! You’re one fertile motherfucker, trust me. You took my virginity, you know. I was only a slut by repute, but I was actually far too stuck-up for my own good ... I missed out on some good times. I wish that I was a slut back then ... your slut. Now I can be! A porn star, too! I’m yours, honey. Your wife wants ... she wants us ... and Mariamne, to be your three main loves, with the others on the side, of course,” Alicia explained now to my complete shock.

“Hence the earlier reference to more than two ... you were dropping hints, weren’t you, babe?” I asked my loving wife.

“Yes, I did ... and you know that I love you more than the world. That’s how they love you, too, which makes this perfect. That’s what your core group should be, the very inner circle of the inner circle around you ... your three wives, dear. They should be your sluts first, before anything else. We should be your abject thralls, all three of us. We are united, harmonious, bonded together by one common trait: our slavish devotion to you.

“Your sister doesn’t even know you, but she wants to be yours. Alicia hasn’t seen you in literal years, but she can’t stand the thought of never seeing you again. She’s cried her eyes out for years now that your one spat ended things like that. She’s never forgiven herself for letting jealousy wreck things. Alicia felt worse when Mrs. Kilpatrick died of breast cancer two months later and she learned that this was her last ever fuck on this Earth,” Britta-Lise explained to me now.

Tears flowed down my cheeks now, but my wife wasn’t having it. Nor were Mariamne, nor Alicia.

“Shhh ... Happy Birthday, honey! Welcome to polygamy, the life that you should have always lived, as should I. We might not be able to all legally wed you, so Mariamne and Alicia will wed each other instead. By the way, Mariamne has something else to tell you,” my loving wife told me now.

“I ... I’m a direct descendant of the Maccabees. The Hasmoneans, if you will. Your sister is a princess, bro, which makes you a prince in my view, at least. We’re royalty, babe. And by marriage, that makes your other wives, my sister-wives, royalty, too! Which makes little Kara literally a princess! And we need a bigger place, a palace, for the future, so we’re hoping to go in together on a brand new residence, much more of a palace or at least mansion than this one.