Chapter 11

“Fuck, yeah ... fuck, yeah ... fuck, yeah!” Casey screamed as I humped her with ruthless zeal on every stroke, “you feel incredible in my pussy, just as you did in my ass earlier today ... oh, God!”

“Well, he has a truly wonderful cock and having it inside you makes you know that it’s there! You don’t have to guess or ask or anything. Our brother makes it pretty clear that you’re getting your ashes hauled!” June observed as she spread her own cheeks further apart to let Casey taste her tush all over again.

“You got that right, sis!” Erica firmly agreed as she rimmed Casey in earnest, of course, “and damn, I know that I’ve licked this bottom so many times, but I never tire of tossing your salad, Case.”

“Well, you’re the Goddess of Oral, so that definitely tracks!” I chuckled as I pounded her even more relentlessly from behind.

“And Casey is the Anal Queen. I gladly concede that title, as long as you accept me as Big Sis. That’s just who I am! I’m the eldest, though I defer to our brother, of course! Besides, incest is probably my biggest kink of all. You guys might like incest, but I love it with a passion! Incest is the fucking bomb! It’s just the best!” June was a lot more honest and opened up more than she ever had.

“That explains a lot, doesn’t it?” I heard a voice behind us as footsteps approached us from behind, “hello, my darling son!”

“Mum?” I reacted with total amazement as I felt two soft arms slip around my waist and help guide me inside Casey on every stroke.

“What can I say? I miss you, darling! Cardiff just hasn’t been the same without you! I’m not too bad for an English bitch, am I? You know that I’m not Welsh like dear old Dad, right? By now, I imagine that you picked up on that,” Mum teased me as she actually rubbed my buttocks to my utter shock, “oh, by Jove, you really are sticking nice and deep inside your little sister, aren’t you? Your three Yank sisters are something else, no doubt of that.”

“That’s your mother? She looks pretty neat for how old again? Sixty?” June looked behind her to ogle Mum.

“This is true, but how did you get inside the flat, Mum?” I wondered while not missing a beat in fucking the holy hell out of sweet Casey.

“I had ... an accomplice,” Mum confessed, “or two.”

“Hello, love! Boy, have I got a surprise for you ... and apparently, that’s quite mutual,” Gwen’s distinctive voice rippled through the air.

“I know that we’re ... unwelcome, so we had to do a burglary of sorts, but unlike most burglars, we’re here to give, not to take. I still couldn’t leave it alone ... my best mate in the world, holding a torch for my girlfriend and a grudge against me ... with no closure or anything of the sort. I just ... want to heal the breach. I want a truce, mate. You’ve been salty at me for four years now. It’s time to heal, isn’t it?” my former mate, Dafyd, announced himself.

“Well, you certainly have brass bollocks, don’t you? I’ll grant you that much. You come here to the States, stalk me, track me down to this flat, and then presume to be entitled to some kind of absolution without any real contrition or penance. It’s quite impressive, actually, how fucking arrogant and dense you can be,” I told Dafyd coldly as I reamed Casey even harder, not about to quit screwing a woman I loved just to focus on his bullshit.

“Fair’s fair. You caught us in bed together ... and now we’ve caught you with ... three women, no less! Are they really all your sisters? For real? You’re boffing your sisters? You just never struck me as the incest type, Cecil. I’d expect those to have an IQ of 64 and a bare gum line where the teeth should be. Well, don’t stop on my account, mate,” Dafyd boldly teased me about the incest part.

“He’s not bad for a sister shagger, no doubt of that, is he? Well, he is a real aristocrat, unlike most of us. They can get away with shit like that. After all, the fucking Royal Family’s all married up to their cousins and the like. And half-sisters are not that different from first cousins in terms of consanguinity. Far more manageable than say, fraternal twins, for instance,” Gwen coolly discussed the issue before she started whistling something.

“You two, knock it off! We’re guests, even if uninvited, here. Show some deference and respect to the man of the house. Now, I’m going to help this wonderful man spill his seed balls deep inside his lovely sister here, so we can all sit down and have a civilized chat about certain matters. This is my son, after all!” Mum told them as she circled my arsehole with her fingers, “now, Casey, darling, be a dear and use your Kegels, will you? I hate to short-change, but this is urgent and we shall be glad to compensate you somehow.”

“Very well, but you three owe me ... and you especially owe Cecil. He loves a good, long romp, you know. And this one here is a proper orgy, anyway. The four of us together in bed where we belong! Do it, bro ... knock me ... up, please! Fill me up with your cum! Put that fucking hot jizz inside me where it should be!” Casey tightened up really hard on me while trash talking in a way meant to guarantee my release.

I erupted deep inside Casey at last, the unanticipated tightness causing my creampie to fill up her lovely wet snatch. I rose unsteadily from fucking my youngest sister, just as our sisters planted lip locks on both of us. Then, of course, I made out with Casey in front of my mother, ex-wife, and ex-best mate. I didn’t even try to cover up my nudity, just as none of my sisters did.

“Told ya, love!” Gwen laughed as she looked closely at my groin, “still, I forgot just how thick you are! I’ve missed this fellow here. I hope that’s mutual!”

“Well, dear, you gave this tool of mine up when you chose to let Dafyd’s own version inside you behind my back that way. Did you forget that detail or did you hope that I would? Mum, if you don’t wish to see it, you can always wait in the living room for us. I must warn you that I’m in no mood for clothes. I wear plenty of those most of the week, after all,” I flushed, still not quite sure what to make of Mum’s erotic touch earlier.

“Oh, darling, as any good Mum will tell you, you’ve got nothing that I’ve never seen in the past. Also, I just played with your bum, dear lad! I’m not embarrassed to see my own son naked, anymore than your sisters are to fuck their own brother. By the way, such lovely ladies, all three of you! Which of you is the primary tenant here?” Mum asked us as she led the way to my living room and I followed her out of habit as well as curiosity.

“That would be me, Lady Evans,” June blushed now as we walked in the nude to the living room.

Casey thankfully was last to exit and turned off the camcorder.

“Oh, dear, please call me ‘Mum.’ All four of you, of course, not even counting Dafyd and Gwen, who’ve both called me that for years now. I’m afraid that I’ve never asked them to stop, though I understand if you hold that against me. Though I’d really rather you just held your body against me instead. The incest gene must be a double whammy in your cases, as well as ours, in order for the urge to be so powerful among you four ... and me,” Mum insisted, “besides, there are two ladies with that title, you know.”

“It could be rather confusing, which is why I prefer that you simply address me as ‘Gwen,’ though if you insist upon ‘heinous hussy,’ ‘evil cunt,’ ‘wicked tart,’ well, you get the idea. I shan’t take offence. Far too many people take umbrage at things these days, wouldn’t you say?” Gwen made no attempt to conceal her lust for me even now.

Then again, Dafyd didn’t act very jealous about such brazen ogling on my ex-wife’s part, even if he held her hand tightly right then. That could well have been a gesture of support, for one thing. It could also have indicated his commitment to her or something of that sort. Well, I thought, that was his problem, not mine. Better him than me.

“Was that all? A desire for forgiveness or something of that nature? Well, it’s traditional to apologise and show remorse prior to seeking reconciliation, wouldn’t you agree? So, if that’s your purpose, let’s have it now. Well?” I kicked the ball back into their court.

“He’s right, you know. You’ve yet to express even a tinge of regret about your acts, merely their consequences. I love you two, I can’t help it, but I also love my son. He deserved better than what you did to him, dear Dafyd and Gwen. You were his best mate and his wife, respectively, and it’s difficult to know which betrayal was worse in his eyes. So, how about it, then?” Mum really confronted the (pun intended) naked truth now.

“To begin with, I don’t believe that it’s proper or fair for me to remain clothed while the man who was like a brother to me for so many years stands in the nude. If you wish to kick me out without my clothes on, I’ll simply climb into the backseat and await my deliverance from here by Mum. She’s the driver, of course. I’m useless on Yank roads. Mum at least has been to the States on occasion,” Dafyd shocked me next by disrobing in front of me, and not just to his knickers.

“Okay, you’re naked now. That’s ... an interesting gesture, but what else should we consider? Does this signal real contrition, Dafyd, or just meaningless symbolic acts? Which is it, Dafyd?” I persisted, of course, being who I was.

“Do you wish me to kneel? I’ll fucking kneel, okay? I’ll curtsy, milord, I’ll bow, prostrate myself at your feet. I shall bend the fucking knee, Cecil. I shall do whatever you require of me, mate. I am truly, deeply sorry for all of this! Not for shagging Gwen, I can’t bring myself to apologise for that, but for hiding it behind your back. As for the ... sex, well, she has needs ... and so do I ... and so do you, obviously. We should have ... included you in our plans and games, mate,” Dafyd shocked me to the last fiber of my being by actually scraping before me.

“So, if you were to do this all over again, you’d both come clean a lot sooner?” I acknowledged Dafyd through some unexpected tears, “and just what did you have in mind? Gwen, you were the one who originally insisted upon the whole exclusivity, fidelity, monogamy shite, anyway. What was good enough for me wasn’t good enough for you or something of that nature? I would never have been a cuckold, you know. That’s the word for a chaste or faithful husband of an unfaithful wife these days, I believe.”

“Is that what you believe that I intended for you? That kind of revolting lifestyle? No, sorry, I know that people are free to pursue whatever life they wish as consenting adults and such, but even the notion that you thought that I sought to impose that upon you ... it truly stings me, dear. Unless one or more partners wishes to be faithful, it should never be expected of them.

“I love you far too much for that. I don’t suppose that you have any cause to believe me about that, though. In any case, for what it’s worth, I still love you and I’m still in love with you ... and I am completely sorry about this. Do you wish for me to undress as proof? I’ll even do a striptease for you, if you prefer. Do you wish for me to bow as Dafyd did?

“I’ll be happy to do as you ask. I shan’t complain at all. By the way, your arse looked every bit as delish while you shagged that little sister of yours as I recall. It was all that I could do not to sneak underneath Mum and attempt to bite your bum!” Gwen blushed crimson as she confessed her continued lust for me.

“Well, I think that it’s only fair that you do the same as your lover here. That’s an excellent start, the bowing, scraping, and nudity, I mean. No striptease this time. You don’t get to have any power at all in this scenario. I want you naked as the day you were born. In fact, because you had an additional level of commitment, that of an actual vow, I think that you should forfeit something extra. Your bush. Your pubes. I want to see your bare quim, completely denuded of all foliage,” I decided to take a harder line, which made Mum and my sisters all snicker a little as Gwen complied.