Chapter 7

“Oh, God, sis ... damn, you’re as good as ever!” I told Daisy while pounding the ever loving fuck out of her.

“I should hope so, and even to improve!” Daisy answered me while munching on Alexis’s twat.

“They are such delightful girls, aren’t they?” Caroline winked at me as she parted Daisy’s cheeks to rim her own daughter.

“You got that right, babe!” Angelica added as she planted her pussy above Alexis’s face.

“I guess that this means three hall passes for you, lover!” I teased Angelica a bit, getting a playful grin and giggle that belied her being my boss.

“So fucking worth it! Say ... would you ever be up to ... surprising Shawn soon?” Angelica asked, getting a swipe toward her culo from Alexis as her answer.

“It would be up to the girls, of course, but if they wanted to seduce Shawn, they more than have my blessing. Just don’t forget me in the process,” I half-seriously teased them now.

“As if we ever could forget our dear Damien!” Caroline told me while I pumped harder in and out of Daisy’s succulent snatch.

“Yeah, you’re the family stud. Nothing changes that! Shawn would be a nice bit of strange, though, from the sound of it. He seems like such a great guy!” Daisy reassured me.

“That he is. Take it to the bank, girls. There’s a reason that I’m so in love with both men. They both deserve my passion and then some!” Angelica confirmed, not getting any dissent from me.

Whatever else one said about Shawn Mulligan, the man adored Angelica, just as I did. He was strong, a bit more silent than me, caring, and loyal in his own way. He also knew how to control his jealousy enough to love Angelica how she needed to be love, not according to society’s dumbass rules or even the Church’s. I wasn’t sure how that worked with his Catholicism, but that was between him and his priest or whatever. In my own view, clergy were in no place to throw stones, especially of late, but that was another topic for another time.

“Sounds like Shawn gets at least three hall passes himself and doesn’t even know it yet,” I beamed as I kept screwing my beloved Daisy.

Yes, if you had just joined us at this part of my memoirs, disabuse yourself of the notion that I used Daisy and Alexis ... and our mother ... and my boss solely for sex. Sex was no small part of it, but I felt strong, serious affections for each of them in my own way. My sisters and I had been lovers even before Caroline had slipped into my bed. Why not? In my book, incest was such a beautiful thing, as long as it was between consenting adults, especially ones who couldn’t leave each other alone.

Those who saw me as the “love and leave ‘em” type were only half-right. I was down for the lovin’ part to be sure, but the leavin’ was unthinkable to me. I would never even want to leave my sisters. They were a huge part of why I still lived with my parents. They didn’t want to leave, so neither did I. I wasn’t about to desert or discard my sweet sisters, not to mention my beloved stepmother. Knowing, as I had suspected for a while, that Dad approved, only made this even better.