Chapter 4

“By the way, Mistress, you could never have married Master Bruce,” Karen suddenly informed her daughter/owner, just as Steve began pounding Dick for his turn.

“Why not?” Tiffany wondered with obvious shock and chagrin that the option might be foreclosed to her by some obscure issue.

“Because while incest laws have been relaxed for chattel bondage, the marriage statutes still strictly forbid siblings to wed,” Karen let that bomb drop suddenly, along with my stomach and Tiffany’s.

“What? What the fuck do you mean?” Tiffany demanded to know.

“Bruce is your half-brother, Tiff. Sorry, Mistress. You’re not actually Dick’s daughter, not by blood, that is. You’re the biological offspring of one Keith Mackenzie, Esquire. It wasn’t planned that way. It just ... happened. In a devil’s threesome with both glorious men! It wasn’t until later that we found out that Dick was shooting the proverbial blanks.

“Yes, that’s right. Your legal father is sterile as fuck. You don’t need to worry about him breeding any of us. Just thought I’d clear that up while I had the chance. Childhood mumps made him a genetic dead end. I must admit that I wondered at times. The strawberry-blonde hair was a perfect mix of Keith’s genes and mine, but hardly indicative of Dick’s dark brown hue.

“It wasn’t until we wanted to try for a second baby that we learned that it wasn’t possible. To be perfectly honest, I wanted to go back to Keith and have him put another bun in the oven. So did Dick, in fact. Unfortunately for us, that was about the time that one of the men he prosecuted murdered him, so that was that. You clearly both got your domineering ways from Keith, too,” Karen informed us now, much to our astonishment.

“But, let me guess, you got a kick out of me dating and screwing my own brother? Yeah, Mom, that sounds just like you! So, tell me, Dick, Karen, how long have you guys been into the whole cuckold or hotwife scene? Or were you just swingers? Because most swingers don’t fluid bond, you know. They use protection to avoid that, in fact. So, honestly, was Keith, my real father, your Bull?” Tiffany rounded on Karen.

Meanwhile, Mom licked her lips with surprising excitement at the idea that I had committed incest twice over with Tiffany as well as her. For a supposedly Christian lady, she had a whole cartload’s worth of skeletons in her personal closet. To say nothing of the fact that she secretly craved my dominance, that much was clear to me now.

As for Steve, he was a little busy sodomizing Dick, though it grew increasingly apparent that he wasn’t a natural Top. Dick was far more versatile than a bottom bitch like Steve. They were both just as clearly bi to some degree, though, as was I. Still, Steve needed to get his rocks off, too, and this was as good a way as any.

Perhaps in the future, I would just ensure that Steve got reacharounds while someone pounded his cornhole, at least until there was no risk of someone other than me impregnating the ladies. Besides, Steve obviously enjoyed submitting to Dick as well as me. He was a good slave. No alpha, he would await my pleasure and keep his hands to himself around my women. He knew his place very well indeed.

“Just so that we’re clear, though, even if Dick is sterile, he doesn’t get to touch his mistress without her permission and neither does Steve without mine. Any sexual contact or congress that either man has with the ladies must involve our express consent and approval. In fact, all of Steve’s sex life is up to me, just as Dick’s entire sex life is up to Tiffany. So far, the only sex that we’ve authorized for them is gay sex between them. Sucking cock and fucking ass!

“Yes, Dick, for the foreseeable future, you’re not married at all to Karen nor involved with her until further notice and you and Steve are basically a gay male couple. At least for now. Dick, Steve’s your boyfriend. Steve, Dick’s your boyfriend. I can clearly see which of you is more of a Top, too. Steve’s an outright bottom, no doubt of that.

“I have to admit, though, that I like that no one told me that Tiffany is my sister, since that made it a lot easier to get into her pants. At least I think so, though I could be wrong about that. It makes our relationship a bit more taboo, a bit more exciting and dangerous. It also makes us, I hope, feel some kind of ... natural bond with each other, a sort of affection unaffected by anything else.