Body Parts
Copyright© 2021 by Severusmax
Chapter 8
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8 - A casual comment made in a young man's past about his sister comes back to him in so many delightful ways.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Hypnosis BiSexual CrossDressing Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Incest Brother Sister Cousins BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration First Oral Sex Pegging Pregnancy Sex Toys Menstrual Play Nudism
One month later...
I was balls deep inside my sister, Sally, when I heard the front door open, and someone calling out to me. I ignored it for the moment, being still a bit preoccupied and determined to fuck my sister’s tight ass, one of my favorite holes of all. What could I say? Sally had a great tush. I continued to plunder her booty, much to her delight, even as I heard the grunts from Chet being pegged by one of my ladies in another. It didn’t matter. He loved being pegged by the girls, all of them, almost as much as he liked fucking them, which happened a lot more since the required vasectomy.
I heard footsteps getting closer, ever closer, as the same voice became louder. I continued to ignore the sounds and thrust deeper into Sally’s bottom while she bucked her hips and pushed back at me. My sister was definitely into it, but that was nothing new. Sally often enjoyed anal sex more than vaginal, depending on her mood, especially when on the rag. I also pulled her hair and she looked back at me with undisguised lust.
“Oh, God, my ass is yours ... it’s so fucking yours! Own it! Own it! Take it ... take my ass, bro!” Sally screamed as she met my every stroke so enthusiastically.
“Damn, cousin, I never would have guessed it!” I heard the voice of our first cousin, Kelly.
Kelly’s mother was a widow, once married to an Indian national named Sanjay Rajaraman. She was our sole surviving cousin, too, thanks to that same infamous fire. The rest of the family was mostly gone, except for her, Grandma, and Aunt Kathleen, my father’s sister. While we were raised by our grandmother, she was brought up by her widowed mother, and yes, she lived close enough to visit regularly.
“So, I know that I’ve been away for a bit, but damn, things have changed around here! You seem to have a lot of girls and women around here. Apparently, one of them is your own sister. You also have a dude that seems to like getting pegged by ladies! Kinky! What gives, cousin?” Kelly tossed back her jet-black curls as she watched my ass while I plowed Sally’s backfield.
“Oh, that’s Chet, Sally’s boyfriend, fiance, whatever. The point is, he’s also a bottom and a little bit of a soft cuck. It’s a hotwife, soft cuck thing. It’s not hard cuck, as he isn’t caged, kept chaste, or expected to be faithful to Sally while she serves me. They both serve me, Sally and Chet. I dominate them, fuck them, and let others fuck them. It started when Sally sold me her ass, and then so did Chet,” I informed my cousin, even as she leaned over to kiss my neck and rub my shoulders.
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