Chapter 3

I fucked Heather pretty damn hard as she pushed back hungrily at me, that sweet lady who wasn’t even willing to cuss until recently now cursing and screaming as she moved those hips with abandon. My very pregnant sister, the youngest of us three, was more than greedy for my dick and she made that even clearer now. She enjoyed the incest even more now than ever, but perhaps that was pregnancy hormones or something. Whatever the case, I wasn’t going to argue with the results, as I humped Heather and fondled her sweet buns beneath me.

“Oh, bro ... fuck, yeah ... FUCK ME! Harder, deeper, rougher, please. Pound me hard! Finger my ass, too! Thank you, big bro! THANK YOU FOR FUCKING ME AND KNOCKING ME UP!” Heather howled as she took me balls deep and creamed herself on me.

“God, woman, you really dig this, don’t you, even more than I thought!” I groaned as I relished her slick, wet pussy around my cock.

“Damn, I had to see it in person to really believe it, but your sister here is addicted to you, babe! You are more than a stud ... you’re the fucking GOAT of studs! I never should have doubted you at all! Now, I really have to be one of your ladies! Permanently! I’ve got to have your prick inside me, frequently, just like these lucky bitches in your obviously loving family!” Sarah shouted as she added her fingers to mine inside Heather’s butt.

Heather screamed even louder and begged me not to stop as I rogered her but good. When I bottomed out inside her all over again, she jerked, gasped, moaned louder, and creamed herself a second time. She bit her lower lip as she felt my fingers and Sarah’s together inside her cornhole in some kind of kinky conspiracy between my boss lady and me. Heather’s pucker was as delightfully tight and smooth as possible on my fingers and I loved the way that it felt when combined with Sarah’s long, sleek fingers.

“Do it ... cum inside Heather now! I want to see your jizz leaking out of your sister’s twat! I really want to see that fucking creampie from your thick rod and balls inside her slippery snatch!” Sarah urged me before nibbling my ears.

For some reason, that was the last straw and I erupted inside Heather’s silky slit, making my little sister moan a third climax from that fact alone. Heather staggered to her feet and locked her lips with me in a truly passionate kiss, to which Sarah invited herself in obvious ardor and desire. Sarah made out with both of us, the three-way French kiss joining our souls as well as our bodies at least this once. I looked into both of their eyes and saw more than lust. I saw love, yes, even in Sarah’s eyes, as warped and perverse as her version of it might be.

“I may be a cunt, baby, but I’m YOUR cunt from now on. Make no mistake about that, okay? These women are your cunts, too, and no, I won’t claim equal ownership of them. After tonight, when I’m in charge, and maybe future Purge nights if you allow it, I’m your slut, your bitch, your fuckmeat, and you can have me alone, together with Heather, or anyone else that you crave. I AM YOURS! Is that plain enough! I’m your Jewish-American Princess and I will never betray you! Yes, I’m still your boss at work, but otherwise, you’re in charge, okay?” Sarah vowed and then she knelt and sucked my cock straight from Heather’s twat.

“And no more Purging, right?” I reminded her of her promise.

“That’s a deal, babe. I’m your woman now and you get to boss me around whenever we’re off the clock. By the way, I know that you ain’t poor, but neither am I. We’re going to be such the power couple. Not a couple in the exclusive sense, of course, but you know what I mean. And yes, I know that you’re still married to Kathy. I would never try to break up your marriage. I’m just your boss lady ... and your hot little vamp bitch ... your cumslut!

“But on the clock, I’m in charge ... and I’ll expect you to service me ... and anyone else that I have in mind. I’m also holding you to that ‘dark roast’ business in the morning. After tonight’s Purge night festivities, well, we’re both gonna need it! Oh, honey, do these ladies work, by the way?” Sarah laughed as she kissed me even harder.

“Nope ... I kinda have enough money to provide for all of them. And I kinda dig keeping the ladies of my family as ‘kept women,’ truth be told. Any of them who still worked ... I made them quit their jobs since they got pregnant by me. They don’t seem to mind it, either,” I laughed as I realized just how much Sarah had the hots for me ... this could prove very useful.

“Thankfully, he lets us cam for extra spending cash, though. No turning tricks or anything like that. Just teasing thirsty dudes for the dough!” Lindsay, my cousin who was also my half-sister, remarked.

“That’s true. I like them having a little spending cash of their own, so they don’t always have to ask me when I might not be available. That and frankly, I like knowing that other men get turned on by my ladies ... as long as they ‘look, but don’t touch,’ you know. Besides, it’s a skill and if something happened to me, and to all of that money, it’s something that they could do to survive,” I commented.

“Some independence, then. That’s good. I’m glad that while you’re the boss in your home, you’re not a misogynist who wants his ladies completely dependent upon you. Besides, it’s a skill as you said and one that I respect. You don’t think that I use my feminine wiles to get ahead at times? Because I definitely do.

“By the way, while it’s good, as I said, the truth is that if something were to happen to you ... and to your money, I would look out for your family. It’s my family, too, now. We’re going to live together, after all. One household, one family. And you’re the head of it. The boss. Outside of work, of course.

“But I’m still your princess, right? Your Jewish-American Princess. Right?” Sarah reminded me of what I loved to call her, originally as a dig at her.

For some reason, she liked being called that, and didn’t resent it at all.

“Why do you like being called that? I used to call you that to needle you, when our relationship wasn’t quite as cordial. It was my little way of teasing you for inheriting your post, you know,” I asked Sarah, being curious, even if nervous because she still had a gun (now holstered).

“Oh, that? I just took that as foreplay, baby. Kinda our Daddy/princess thing. I like it that way, this dynamic of ours,” Sarah told me with a very ardent soul kiss this time, “oh, and when you recover, it’s time for Alexis to get her turn. I want to see you fuck all of your ladies tonight. As I said, we’re both gonna need that dark roast, honey.”

“If I hadn’t been tranquilized, I might have recommended some Viagra or something,” I chuckled, “as it is, we’ll have to give me breaks to recover. I might be a goat, but even goats have limits.”

“You’re just a goat, baby, you’re THE GOAT, as far as I’m concerned, but I take your point. You might be a satyr on some level, satisfying so many ladies, but you’re also a mortal man. You’re only human, even if your libido seems superhuman,” Sarah encouraged me as she kissed me very hard again.

Then she knelt and took my cock back into her mouth, her eyes aflame with lust as she clearly worked to revive me. She also played with my balls with one hand and caressed my buns for the hell of it with the other. She took me deep to the root, still staring up at me with love and desire. It felt amazing, pushing down her gullet when she wasn’t busy licking me from head to base and back.