Anything - a Twisty Incest Tale - illustrated
Copyright© 2022 by Limnophile
Chapter 3: Anything for Our Big Brother
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3: Anything for Our Big Brother - A depressed and lonely man is seduced by his sleazy mother, gets some revenge, and eventually impregnates several relatives. This does NOT start as a kind and loving romance. Includes spanking, bondage, lots of incest, smoking, filthy potty play, and mild violence. Check other story codes to avoid unpleasant surprises.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter BDSM MaleDom Rough Spanking Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Enema Exhibitionism Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Scatology Water Sports Public Sex Smoking Revenge Violence
I woke up feeling very groggy and my eyes didn’t want to work. I couldn’t move very much. I thought that was fine, because I was very high on something nice. I saw a fuzzy bright light above me, as I laid on my back.
A female voice I didn’t recognize said, “Good, he’s coming around. Kurt, you’re going to be alright. Just relax. I’ll get you some chicken broth, okay?”
I couldn’t make my mouth work right. “Awammawwh! Hawarrawa” I gave up, and just nodded a bit.
She fed me the delicious broth through a straw. I was SO HUNGRY! The lady questioned me a little, then told me the terrible news. “Kurt, do you remember being in the hospital two weeks?”
I shook my head.
“You were on some strong drugs. I’m not surprised you don’t remember. Your arms and left leg are in casts, and your jaw is wired up. You’ll be in bed two more months, until the casts can come off. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“You were in an accident. People saw lightning hit your boat, and it exploded. Kim and Kelly pulled you and your daughter Sarah to shore, but your wife is gone. I’m so sorry. Mercifully it was quick. The gas tank was under her seat and she died almost instantly.”
I cried furiously. I’d never been so sad or felt such a terrible loss. I couldn’t move much or talk, but I screamed and cried in my despair. Karen wasn’t just my wife, she was my older sister, best friend, and the love of my life.
When I finally calmed a little, the lady said, “My daughter Jenny and her friend Cassie will be here to help you when you wake up again, but I have a lot of other people to take care of. Here, this will help you sleep.”
She put two pills in my mouth and gave me some water. I did indeed sleep and woke up feeling nice until I remembered. I cried a little more, as Jenny wiped my face with a damp washcloth. Jenny and Cassie both kissed me lightly on the cheek. Cassie said, “We’re so glad you’re going to be okay! We’ll take good care of you.”
The next few weeks are still a haze of pain and pain pills. One exciting morning, Cassie gave Kim and Kelly an important lesson. “Now that the catheter is out, you’ll need to help him pee about six times a day. You take the empty urinal bottle and slide it over the end of his penis, like this.”
Her hand on me felt very nice, and there was a movement near the base of my cock.
“And then you rub his belly gently, like this.”
I felt the urge to pee, but I was too erect. My penis continued to swell as she held it. “Sometimes it takes a while to start. You just keep holding it, so the urine doesn’t spill.”
I was over half erect and swelled even faster when I saw Jenny walk in sucking on a cigarette. She saw what was going on and licked her pink lips. I knew something would come out of me soon, and it probably wouldn’t be piss.
Cassie said, “Sometimes when you touch his penis, it’ll get hard. The right thing to do, according to Mom and other nurses, is just leave him alone for a few minutes until it goes down.”
My little sisters were looking! They were nearly 19, and becoming gorgeous redhaired hotties. I was quite ashamed. I didn’t want them seeing me naked, much less helpless.
“The quicker and more fun way is to jerk him off. You squeeze the middle of it and stroke it, so the rim of the head touches your hand at the end of the stroke. See?”
She held firmly and stroked slowly at first, then sped up when she thought I was close.
“White stuff will squirt out the end when he’s done. It’s cum, or semen. It’s the stuff that starts a baby if it goes in a pussy. Some girls like to taste it, but I don’t. You can just squirt it in the bottle and let him pee when it goes down.”
Kim asked, “Can I try it?”
“Okay. He’s almost done. Hold your mouth over the end, and don’t let go until you feel the pumping stop.”
I felt Kim’s mouth on the head! My little sister was sucking my dick!
She stopped a moment, asking, “What pumping, I don’t feel anything?”
I grunted as I climaxed. Cassie nudged Kim’s head, “Quick! Suck it!”
Kim got over half of it and smiled as she licked her lips. “It tastes really good! I want some more!”
“He can cum more than once a day, but he needs to rest a little in between. He’ll start peeing in a minute, once it’s soft again.
He needs a sponge bath at least twice a week, or whenever he’s dirty. You gently rub his body clean with a washcloth, like this.”
Kim asked, “Can you teach me to smoke too? It looks so grown up, kind of sexy.”
Cassie looked at me. I tried to object. “Urngh! Oooh!” Cassie giggled, “I won’t if he says no. But since he can’t.”
I watched carefully as Kim coughed and grimaced as she had her first ever cigarette. I still thought it was quite sexy. A few hours later it was time for me to pee again, and Kelly took care of me this time. She liked the flavor of my cum even more than Kim. “Wow! It’s so good! I want this every day!” I was horribly embarrassed, but I wanted both of them to do it every day too.
For the next week I got four or five blowjobs a day, every time I had to pee. My sweet little sisters had turned into dedicated cocksuckers. One day Jenny came in with a sad look on her face. She closed the door and took her clothes off as she said, “My family is moving tomorrow, so I have to say goodbye. I wanted to try sex with you before, but I was scared. I hope it’s ok if I do it today?”
I tried to remind her to use a condom. “Romononodurrr!”
“I think it’s romantic too, finally realizing I like you just before we leave.”
She lowered herself down onto my rod, and her pussy was painfully tight. She bounced up and down for a long time, with my dick stroking in and out of her tiny slit. She was mostly dry and so tight that by the time I came, I was very sore.
“Thanks. You were good to us, but I don’t see what the big deal about fucking is. It’s not that great. It kind of even hurts. I still like girls better.”
I had felt good enough to spray into her, and if she had gotten herself wet or used lube, it would have felt a lot better for both of us. She kissed my lips and said, “I had a lot of good times here. Get better soon.”