Chapter 9

Celeste came down somewhat slowly from the effects of the orgasms that her mother gave her with that tongue bath. Phoebe Malraux, compelled to orally pleasure her own daughter, had abandoned her reluctance with shocking ease and committed to the act of lesbian incest, servicing Celeste with a passion that no one ever expected from her. When Celeste stood up, wobbly on her feet, Phoebe even gave her a kiss to the lips that gave everyone the impression that she had forgotten that she even had an audience. There was a stunning sincerity to her actions that resonated with the adoring look that she gave her flesh and blood, too.

“My God, I never realized just how lovely and divine you really are, my dear girl! I took you for granted, but I think ... I think that I might be falling in love with you! That’s wrong, isn’t it, but I don’t care. Oh, fuck me, I’m in love with my own daughter! I worship you!” Phoebe threw her arms around Celeste and gave her another soul kiss that warmed her daughter to her bones.

“I told her that she deserved the name ‘Celeste, ‘ Phoebe. When she was born, there was just a radiance to her, even then, at least to me. That’s why I pushed so hard for the name. There was nothing sexual about it, at least not for me and especially not at that age, but she just shone through, even then. Her very name implies a heavenly origin and nature, the truth of her celestial beauty that comes from within. It was buried under teenage snootiness for a short time, that’s normal, but deep down, she’s an angel inside where it counts. My little, darling angel,” Eric told his ex-wife, “I fell in love with her the moment that I saw her, though not in a romantic sense. It was pure adoration for her ethereal beauty, inner as well as outer.”

Phoebe then stunned Julian, Eric, Celeste, and everyone else even further by bursting into tears and throwing herself at her ex-husband’s feet, begging for his forgiveness through tears and blubbering that obscured her actual words. Julian pulled her up to her feet, wiped her tears, and ordered her to speak clearly, so that everyone could hear what she had to say. What she said next shook Celeste in particular to her core, but her contrition kept her from hardening her heart too much. She was genuinely remorseful and that much was evident to all.

“Eric, I wronged you in the worst way, and hearing how much you loved our daughter ... love our daughter, I feel much guiltier than I ever did. My conscience will not let me rest until I confess that she is not yours by blood, and furthermore, that this was intentional, because I wanted to punish you for being gay. I knew that you were gay early on and instead of offering you my support, encouraging you to come out, things that would have been constructive, because I felt insulted by your sexual orientation, because I took it so personally to be your beard, I did things like deliberately letting another sire a daughter on me.

“I should have reached out to you, but instead, I hurt you badly and on purpose. I could have stayed married and offered you a choice about siring her, too. I took matters into my own hands and maliciously deceived you, as well as setting a trap to catch you later and take you to the cleaners. I wasn’t any more faithful than you, I was worse in fact, and you deserved better than what I did to you. It is the bitterest irony, and perhaps poetic justice, that she always loved you more than me, something that I used to envy and resent, but now understand.

“I only hope to win her love in my own way, in the only way that I can, and try to atone for trying to keep you two apart and make you both suffer. She is your daughter as much as mine now, though, mostly because you claimed her without even once asking me if she was yours. Did you never suspect, given how rarely we had sex, that she wasn’t yours by blood?” Phoebe admitted to all, truly shaken by the enormity of her crime.

“That has been your punishment, Phoebe. Your own remorse. It was coming, sooner or later. I knew that it would. That and the fact that Celeste, your own daughter by blood, loved me, a gay man who didn’t even sire her, more than her mother or biological father. I won her love by giving her love, by caring about her. I knew that she wasn’t mine the second that I saw her olive skin and dark brown eyes, but I just didn’t give a damn. In fact, I chose her and she chose me. She looked at me and I fell madly in love with her, as a father does, nothing else, of course.

“How stupid did you think that I was? Aside from getting caught in your little honey trap, which by the way the man involved committed suicide and left a note apologizing to me later on, I’ve not really been as dumb as you thought. I’m a gay man who has used you as a beard in the past. I’ve had to be sneaky and discreet. I must apologize to you, too, Phoebe, for lying to you when we met. You didn’t deserve that, either. If one uses one as a beard, one must first get their knowledge and consent. I did neither. We’re both guilty and perhaps, despite my bitterness, I accepted the financial losses as my atonement for my own fraud.

“Anyway, I’m not an idiot. I knew that there was a strong chance of this, given how seldom we had sex. I tacitly accepted that you would have lovers, but I expected you to consult me about actual reproduction. Since I didn’t consult you, though, we’re even, I think. Care to call it a wash and let bygones be bygones? Neither of us were perfect spouses or parents, but we have a beautiful, intelligent daughter of whom we can both be proud,” Eric said as he hugged his ex-wife and she hugged him back.

“Friends?” Phoebe asked him.

“Friends. As we should have been all along,” Eric smiled, “We’re going to live in the same house together. We have the same daughter. We both adore her. Let’s get along.”

“Mom, Daddy, thank you so much! That’s beautiful!” Celeste said as she hugged them both and everyone applauded them sincerely.

“That’s a very lovely moment, and I’m glad to help bring it along. Still, as much as I want us to bask in its glory, time for practical details. Yes, you will both live together and you will both remarry, in case you missed that. Phoebe, your new husband is on his way. His name is Robert Bernard O’Dell and he’s Annie’s ex. Let me just state that for the record. Eric, as has been decided before, just so that everyone knows, your future husband is Jerry here.

“Neither of you will be in monogamous unions, of course, as everyone in this household will fuck whomever I designate and that much will never change. I reserve the right to mix it up as I please, though I always have at least a partial intention of bettering the greater good with it. As for your lesbian incest affair, Celeste, Phoebe, I have nothing against it at all. In fact, I think that it’s quite beautiful and a chance for you two to forge something instead of what you cannot have, the sort of mother-daughter bond that was lost,” Julian stated firmly, even as the doorbell rang yet again.

It was Bob O’Dell, Annie’s ex-husband, just as Annie expected when she greeted him at the door, also with a passionate tongue kiss. Julian grinned and walked over to the pair, where he gave first Annie, and then Bob a kiss on the lips each. Then he put his hands on Annie’s ass and fondled it in full view of her ex, after which he did the same to Bob himself in front of Annie, much to both of their surprises. He wanted the message to be understated without speaking it: both of your asses are mine now.

“Bob, welcome back to this house, which is now yours as well as everyone else’s, but ultimately mine, until such time as it is sold. Annie is getting remarried, to me, in fact. You’ll see, though, that this is not a monogamous union, just as yours will not be. You’re to marry Phoebe here. Last names, however, will all be Hunter, including mine. You’re to do exactly as you’re told, sir. Now, strip completely naked, rip off Phoebe’s clothes, and fuck her in front of everyone here, while she’s bent over at the door. She’s your fiancee, after all. Time to consummate the union!” Julian ordered Bob, who blushed a little at the idea that he was about to get an audience, but otherwise just grabbed Phoebe, tore her clothes off, and got busy fucking her roughly.

“Wow, that’s pretty hot, isn’t it?” Beth remarked, at which point Julian went behind her, spread her thighs apart, and entered her very wet twat from the back.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Beth began shouting, repeatedly, as Julian fucked her at about the same hard and fast pace that Bob screwed Phoebe.

“Tommy, fuck your mother now! Give it to her, good and hard!” Julian commanded his future stepson, who didn’t hesitate to enter his mother’s cunt from behind.

“Do you see now, Bob? Your ex-wife and your son are lovers, too. Incest is part of our new lifestyle as well, as Beth could tell you, given that her brother Raymond and she are lovers as well. Monogamy is the past. This is the future,” Julian elaborated while still pounding Beth in that satisfyingly aggressive manner that the others exhibited, too, “Sandy, push Eric onto the floor and ride him. Yes, I know that he’s gay, but I’ve decided to mix things up now and then by having gay people experience what it’s like for straight people and vice versa. Eric, just close your eyes and imagine Jerry’s ass surrounding your dick instead of Sandy’s twat. Now, Renee do the same thing with Jerry, and yes, Jerry, let it happen and imagine that it’s sex with Eric.”

In spite of their sexual orientations, both men stayed hard while the ladies rode them, another testimony to the power of Julian’s words over their minds. Without saying another word, Brittany knelt behind Celeste and spread her cheeks to start licking her butt-crack, much to the latter’s astonishment and delight, as demonstrated by her frantic moans. Brittany couldn’t help it. She wanted so badly to taste that ass right then and everyone else was getting laid, so why the fuck not? Celeste felt as if she were on the clouds, due to that tongue between her buns, as Brittany greedily rimmed her like it was going out of style.

“Way to go, Brittany! I’m very impressed with you right now! Keep licking that ass! I bet that it’s yummier than ever, isn’t it?” Julian praised as he continued to fuck Beth in front of the tribe, “Now, Eric, cum inside Sandy. Jerry, cum inside Renee. Then, ladies, lick each other in a sixty-nine until you both cum while tasting the spunk from the two men.”

The four of them did as commanded, leaving two very nice creampies for the lovely ladies to eat up from each other. Jerry started sucking on Eric’s dick, which very much pleased Mr. Lansing, given that Jerry seemed to embrace his natural role as a bottom. It was going to take a while to get Eric hard again, but Jerry welcomed the challenge for his part. He didn’t care for the taste of pussy on his fiance’s prick, but all the same, he enjoyed pleasuring him that way. Jerry also knew that he would take a bit of time himself to recover from that last release inside a woman’s snatch.

It was at this juncture that the doorbell rang yet again, so Jerry got up from sucking Eric for a little while to answer it. He found Alberto and Priscilla at the door this time, both of them wearing as little as they could manage, since they had been engaged in anal sex earlier that morning. The sight of Renee having a sixty-nine with Sandy was a real shock to both of them, despite knowing that at least Renee was bisexual by then. Julian laughed, even as Beth creamed herself on his cock and he exploded in her twat.

“Priscilla, suck my dick straight from Beth’s cunt! Alberto, grab Beth and fuck her good yourself! Take my sloppy seconds and love them!” Julian instructed the pair, wanting to make Renee see her boyfriend in action with another woman and her daughter on her knees before a man.