Chapter 30

Late September, Year 1

Gregory Eugene McCool, aka Greg Parker opened his eyes for the first time ever with the full knowledge of both his own history, and of his ‘clone/twin’, Robert Brendan McCool’s life too. He was lying in a luxurious bed, with early morning sunlight streaming through the curtains of what looked like a hotel suite bedroom. His body felt different too, though he couldn’t say exactly how. A nude redhead, tall and thin lay curled up under the covers against his own naked side. Her head rested on his chest, hair streaming over his shoulder and across the pillows. Her hand lightly traced the underside of his achingly erect dick, as it lay on his abdomen. Damn, that felt good!

“Oh yeah!” He moaned. “This is a great way to wake up.”

The redhead giggled and slid her mouth down to take him inside. Her tongue bathed the tip while she suckled gently. Moaning again, he flexed his hips to push more into her.

“Even better!” He sighed.

His sleep-fogged brain was having a hard time figuring out why this was odd. Wasn’t this normal?

It didn’t prevent him from enjoying the blowjob though. Even if he had no idea who this girl was, she seemed perfectly content to suck his dick, so who the hell was he to argue? Plus, he was terminally horny this morning anyway. He deserved a good orgasm or three before facing the day.

Her lips rubbed tightly every time they dragged across the lip of his helmet. She tickled his glans with that perfect blend of soft and insistent. Her hand jacked his saliva-slick shaft below her mouth, building his orgasm quickly. His hips moved of their own accord now, pushing to gain additional friction so he could cum.

“I’m going to cum soon, if you keep that up.” He warned.

She unwrapped her lips from his cock with a pop, but gave his skin a tantalizing lick between each word.

“Yes (lick) daddy! (Lick) Cum! (Lick) Cum (lick) in my (lick) mouth!” Her head plunged back over him, sucking insistently and laving his entire head with her tongue.

Greg of course fathered no children, but Robert had. A memory surfaced, of a certain flame-haired daughter’s preferred method for waking her father up in the morning. That sweet voice sounded so, so familiar.

“Shir—Shirley?” He stammered. “Is that really you?”

She didn’t reply directly, but hummed and bobbed her head on him. As far as the Robert part of him was concerned, he was getting a blowjob from his daughter. His precious, amazingly beautiful, scorching hot, utterly nymphomaniacal, sex-pot daughter. In fact, that side was pretty blasé about the whole thing. Robert got countless blowjobs from his girl, so another one was absolutely normal. Greg on the other hand, wasn’t quite so experienced, even if he did remember doing things he hadn’t known about a few days before. The Greg part found the incestuous nature of his awakening added generous spice to the erotic experience.

His shaft swelled, jizz racing up to shoot across his daughter’s tongue. She drank his spend greedily, swallowing and making contented moans. Even when the ejaculate died to a dribble, she kept right on blowing him. Keeping him hard for what came next.

She gave a couple of last licks before throwing her knee across his pelvis and sitting on his thighs. Her light gray eyes found his just recovering gaze, sparkling to match the grin her lips formed. She rubbed a soft, smooth, wet pussy on the base of his dick while speaking.

“Hi daddy!” She chirped.

Robert remembered his daughter looking older, the last time he saw her. This version of Shirley looked about eighteen, with a toned, firm body to match. She was slender, with teardrop tits, perfectly toned stomach and a positively dripping little snatch.

“Am I distracting you, daddy?” She teased, when he just stared at her crotch touching his organ.

“Shirley? You look so young!” He blurted, eyes burning into her groin.

“Well ... so do you, daddy!” She replied, moving to rub all along his length.

His vastly longer cock’s length. As much as guys might like to have women tell them they’re ‘huge’, most know pretty well how large they really are. He’d had a decent size before, but nothing like the tree trunk his ‘daughter’ currently toyed with. His cock was thick and long and purple and truly did ache to slide into her fantastic body.

“What ... happened?” He inquired.

Shirley rose up on her knees, slotting his purple erection into her swampy gash. A velvet, liquid, scalding vise engulfed his prick as she sank to the root. Her insides clenched and caressed his rod, overloading the pleasure center of his brain. She bounced a couple times on him, getting him nice and slippery before wiggling down to lay on his chest. Her lips brushed his ear when she replied.

“I got tired of being an old maid.” Her tight little channel pulsed on his dick as she languidly pushed her pussy up and down on his dick. “Do you remember fucking me, the very first time daddy? Do you remember giving me two sexy daughters of my own?”

The Robert side remembered very clearly, all the events she referred to. Deborah and Jeanie were beautiful, voluptuous redheads in their own right. Both girls had willingly fucked their father for their first times, followed shortly by romps with their horny brothers too.

Greg’s head would’ve been spinning, if you’d told him all this a week ago. But the week-long nap seemed to have integrated all his memories, from both sides. Now he remembered spitting that odd marble back up, and them giving him a totally different one a while later. He hadn’t known it then, but realized it must’ve been Robert’s Source they fed him. Someone, it was kinda blurry who exactly had led him to a bed, not the one he currently occupied, where he crashed. He was pretty sure that wasn’t last night.

“Uh, what day is this?” He asked.

“It’s fuck your daughter’s pussy day, daddy!” Shirley breathed in his ear.

“You got that right!” Greg groaned at her pussy clenching. “But how long was I asleep?”

“Almost a whole week. It’s Sunday.” Shirley told him.

“Oh, wow. Um, did you guys talk to my aunt Pam, and her husband?” Greg asked.

“I didn’t, but Dick and Duke did. You don’t have to worry about them.”

“Why not?”

“Because, silly,” she squirmed delightfully on his cock, “you have your real family back. There’s no way I’m letting you stay here, when you could come live with us.”

“Oh.” Greg thought that might be fun, if they lived somewhere cool. “Where do you guys live?”

Shirley told him all about what his ‘progeny’ had been up to. She made sure to describe his ‘daughter’s’ daughters, a trio of red haired vixens who thought incestuous sex was mind- and pussy-meltingly wonderful. She also made sure he knew that she managed an enormous bordello, chock full of hot, nymphomaniac women he could take his pick of whenever his dick got hard.

“Some days I’ll be busy, and won’t be able to properly service you with my own body.” She told him, juicing and cuming herself at the thought. “But I’ll make sure you get as much hot, nasty fucking as you can handle. Daddy deserves as much pussy as possible!”

Greg’s eyes rolled back at that point, and he fired another large load into his daughter’s ever-wet cunt. He pressed her hips down, grinding as deeply as he could.

“That’s it, daddy!” She hissed happily. “Fill my pussy with cum. And stay hard, too. No going soft now!”

She was right, Greg found maintaining his erection to be effortless. He wanted to keep fucking her, with cum and pussy juice frothing out over his balls, so his dick readily stayed nice and rock hard. This was awesome!

As their marathon fuck session continued, she went on to tell him what Reverend Young and Tim’s families had been up to. He found out why Porsche Wolfe was such a slut, and why Tim’s ownership made sense. She brought him completely up to date, with information about the Seeds, the caste levels, and how Claude and Deborah had married Duke and Tammie.

“Married? Like legally and all that?” Greg’s brain boggled at that thought. “Really?”

She explained about the Unity Oath, and how powerfully it had brought the entire Five Families together. When newly Seeded couples in the Reverend’s church found out about the Oath, there’d been a run on booking time to ‘retie the knot’. The preacher and his partner, Candy were doing them as quickly as they could, but insisted on a sit-down counseling session before agreeing to each one. She segued into Bargains, and how those all worked.

“We have a bunch we need to give you.” She told him with a grin. “And once you get settled, you let us know which kind of Exarch you want to be.”

“Is that really necessary?” He asked, head spinning with all the new information.

“We think so.” She insisted. “We want everyone to be equal, and that’s the only way.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it.” He agreed.

“Good!” She plastered her lips to his, tongue dueling eagerly.

“Be ready,” she warned, “after we get through upgrading you, your dick’s going to spend the next year buried in more pussy than you can imagine!”

“I dunno!” He smiled, deciding her plans sounded a thousand times better than anything he could come up with. “I can imagine a lot!”

“Well then, imagine how much your little whore daughter wants you to fill her with jizz!” She taunted.

All thought drained right into his dick, and he grabbed her legs, flipping them over. He folded her body in half, pounding his dick into her wet cunt as hard as he could.

“Oh yes, daddy!” Shirley arched her back as an unending stream of powerful orgasms rocked her body. “Fuck me like the whore that I am!”

While Greg was busy fucking Shirley’s brains out, Duke was driving to church in his shiny, bright red, ridiculously expensive new sports car. The thing only had two seats, but that was fine with him. No female even thought about refusing a ride when he offered. Even non-Seeded women creamed their panties and hopped inside when asked. Of course, after spending a few minutes in his company, they always realized what dirty, nasty, incestuous, bisexual, exhibitionist sluts they really were and playing with his dick then sounded like a capital idea. Seeding them later was a foregone conclusion. Those who already knew what willing little fuck-bunnies they actually were immediately just draped themselves across the center console to give their budding King’s dick the blowjob it so royally deserved. Exactly like Deb was doing right now.

Duke rested his off hand on her ponytail, his fingers wrapped around the hair tie for leverage to shove her mouth deeper onto his meat. Spit drooled from her lips, but her throat opened right up to let the fruit-sized knob push past. With her air supply cut off, she was completely at his mercy, and creaming like crazy at the thought. In the last week she’d come to realize that there was no way she would be able to spend any great length of time away from her new Master. A conference with her husband, plus her brother and his wife resulted in the following arrangement. Every Friday, Deb would board their plane and fly to Springfield. Duke would drive Tam to meet the plane, and the two women would swap places. Tam then spent the weekend at the Resort, boning her husband like mad and putting on raunchy, perverted sex shows for the guest’s viewing pleasure in between fuck sessions. Sunday evening they’d do the reverse, so Deb could spend the week working instead of following her man around to hop on his cock whenever he needed.

This meant both Duke and his cousin had been forced to give up their extracurricular activities: football and cheer-leading, but with Coach Sanders’ help they’d very effectively upgraded the team’s physical abilities to the point where none of Tim, Duke or Terry were really needed for a victorious season. And Tali was eyeballs deep in turning the cheer squad into the biggest whores on campus, as opposed to giving the most acrobatic performances. Given Claude’s status as a Ruler himself, it would’ve been inevitable that Tam and Tali would clash over who really ran things anyway. Spending her weekends performing on stage for hundreds of out-of-their-mind horny families gave the young Johnson twin a much better perspective on her priorities in life. Plus, both their spouses had them doing a ton of more advanced extra studies, to get up to speed with the skills they needed to manage the still-expanding business and burgeoning political empires.

Once Deb realized just how hot it was to truly be Duke’s sex-slave, the woman spared no effort digging up Bargains that would give her husband nearly total true Mastery over her body and mind. Now, Duke’s command to cum, or not to as he wished was unbreakable. Her body literally couldn’t refuse. Orders to service other people, increase her own arousal level, or even just drip pussy juice to lubricate his dick were all irresistible. Right now, one of his standing instructions was to be blowing him anytime they were riding in the car together. She thought this an entirely appropriate activity anyway, but not even having a choice made it so much hotter. Yes, being punished was fun, but giving him total power over her was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

He hadn’t given her any instructions either way, so the older woman stuffed a hand between her thighs and underneath her gauzy minuscule panties to play with her always hungry little pussy. She truly had no idea how much semen she had in there, but a steady stream of the stuff dribbled out for her to smear all over her smooth, slick, sensitive folds. It was highly likely that the teen would order his mother to go down on her at some point before, during or after church services, and she wanted the slutty MILF to get a real taste of her son’s spunk.

Her vision shrank to a pinprick, and an orgasm built behind her clit at the lack of control. Duke’s perception of their link meant he could take her right up to the point before losing consciousness, then let her up to breathe. He had ordered her not to cum until he said to, so the naughty pressure just built and built and built without release. The car bounced into the church parking lot, jolting Duke’s dick off the back of her throat. One of the downsides to riding in a high-end sports car was that the racing suspension didn’t always make for the smoothest ride. They were better than they used to be, but occasionally Deb would get a rough one.

Duke backed the car into a parking spot at the far end of the lot. There were trees along the street, which meant the car wouldn’t get too hot sitting in the sun for several hours. Jason Thorton had apparently had the same idea, and was sitting in his own car parked right next to Duke’s new spot. The older teen lazily admired Duke’s new wheels as Duke combat-parked. Once his transmission was in ‘park,’ the younger boy looked over at the older one. Jason idly examined Duke’s car while a black-haired head bobbed in his own lap.

Duke hit the button to roll down Deb’s window. He motioned for Jason to copy, and though Jason would rather just enjoy his blowjob, Duke’s status as their King meant he couldn’t ignore the command. His windows were manual, stock just like everything else on the vehicle, so he had to pump, spinning the handle to move the small piece of glass down.

“Hey Duke...” Jason greeted as he finished. “Love the car, man. Can’t believe you got such a hot one! That the latest model?”

“Hey Jase, yeah...” Duke answered, feeling Deb’s arousal spike involuntarily as she couldn’t even sit up to say hello.

“Uh ... oh, damn mom! Uh, who got it ... for you?” Jason eventually asked.

“Is that Sherrie?” Duke asked back.

Jason’s mother lifted her head enough for her eyes to meet Duke’s. She winked and waved, but didn’t stop sucking her son’s cock. The idea of being a true hot-wife, having all sorts of nasty adventures and recording lewd clips to bombard her husband all day with, made the housewife horny beyond belief. Of course, given that their oldest daughter Erika spent half of her shift under Marvin’s desk, and the other half ‘incentivizing the customers’ during their test drives, she knew her husband’s dick was well taken care of while she did so. He’d had to hire a couple extra ‘receptionists’, but the change in business their antics brought in made the expense worth it.

Duke tugged on Deb’s hair. “Say hi, slave.” He instructed.

Another wave of arousal washed over her. The boy was a quick study, and rapidly learned what buttons truly pushed her to the edge. She sat up, saliva smeared across her jaw and splattering her upper chest. Luckily, Duke had her in an over-bust, heart-shaped corset dress with an obscenely short, loose skirt. It was an electric blue color, which nicely complimented her red hair. She’d done some digging, and found a matching pair of blue suede, high-heeled boots to wear with it. The drool glistened on her skin, and drained slowly into the valley between her tightly confined breasts.

“Hello, uh, Jason was it?” Deb waved.

Jason stared blankly at her for a moment.

“Damn, you’re hot!” He muttered. “Hi there.”

She giggled and turned to resume her duties, but Duke shook his head and pointed back at Jason.

“Wanna switch for a few minutes?” Duke offered.

Jason looked around, but there were only a few people walking into the church building. Most of the already Seeded congregants had gotten the word that services would start later, beginning this week. Those who were obeying the posted former start time on the sign were either unknowing visitors, or congregants who’d missed the last several Sundays. The teen looked down at his mother’s still-bobbing head.

“What do you say, mom? Wanna swap?” He asked.

His mother moaned into his crotch. Her own son was going to trade her to another teen, just to get a blowjob from a girl he’d never touched before. That was so naughty! The thought made her pussy juice like a faucet. She looked up at her son with such an aroused expression that he nearly came on her face.

“Is that what you want, honey?” She grinned. “You want mommy to go suck your friend’s cock, so his slut will suck yours?”

“Yeah!” He smiled back.

She winked and slithered back into the passenger seat. She did a quick mirror/makeup check before getting out.

Duke, meanwhile, palmed his wife’s head and turned her to french him. Given their raunchy weekend activities, he wasn’t surprised to find she still tasted strongly of sex.

“Okay, slave.” He said. “Go suck Jason’s cock. And you can only cum once he does. And only if you use your mouth.”

Deb whined, the orgasmic pressure in her cunt was becoming distracting. But she looked down and replied, “Yes sir,” before getting out too.

Right across the street, James Thompson and his sister Melissa were standing on the sidewalk watching the Holy Oaks Unity Church and arguing. James had lied to his older sister, telling the seventeen-year-old senior that he’d heard the ‘youth group’ at Holy Oaks had a ton of cool people to hang out with. It was a good lie too, their own church: the Trinity Fellowship Assembly of God was almost entirely populated by senior citizens and wealthy mid-lifers. All the kids were long since gone, excepting only sixteen-year-old James, and Melissa. Their father had married late, to a much younger woman who gave him the two children.

Melissa watched the small trickle of people walk into the church with skepticism. She’d seen a couple kids, teenagers like they were, but no great flood of them. Unless something piqued her interest soon, she was visibly reluctant to go across.

James, on the other hand was dying to get into the building. He knew there was something really extreme happening inside and would’ve knocked his sister unconscious to take her with him. He’d gotten his first inkling of that huge brewing mystery when he stopped by his childhood best-friend, Nathan’s house the previous Monday.

He went around to the side door just like he always did and what he saw inside changed his life forever. Nathan’s mother, Mrs. Wendy Moore was kneeling on the couch buck-ass naked. Her completely shaven pussy was impaled on Ken, Nathan’s older brother’s dick, while that senior sucked his mom’s tits. Nathan’s younger brother, Clark was pushing his cock into Wendy’s butthole, standing behind the tall housewife. Wendy’s blonde head hung over Ken’s and behind the couch stood James’ best friend Nate, rocking his hips to feed his own prick into his mother’s pleasurably sucking mouth.

Mrs. Moore looked hot as hell, with a slender body and perfectly round ass cheeks. The boys all had well-defined musculature on their torsos too, though Ken was much bulkier than his two younger brothers. James could’ve stood there peeping at the raunchy sight for hours. Seeing people you actually know having hot, nasty sex right in front of you was way more arousing than any porn the high school junior had ever watched. As it was, he had to adjust himself to prevent his dick from trying to escape.

Nate was the first to come. He grabbed his mother’s hair and face fucked her until he froze for a long moment. When he finally opened his eyes, glassy with expended pleasure and leering approvingly at his mother’s meat-gobbling mouth, he also spotted James. He jerked, but his two brothers were hitting an alternating stride, and Wendy’s eyes were rolling in her head so nobody else noticed. Nate tilted his head for James to continue around to the back yard where the two friends met a few minutes later.

“Holy shit!” James spouted when Nate quietly closed the back door.

“Sh!” Nate put a finger to his lips. “Keep it down.”

“Okay, okay!” James hissed. “But still! You ... your mom? What? How? I mean...”

Nate smirked. “Our church has slightly different rules for sex.”

“I’ll say!” James tried to wrap his head around his longtime friend’s nonchalance. “Does your ... dad know?”

Nate’s smile widened. “Sure. Wanna see something cool?”

“Oh yeah!” James leaned over as his friend pulled out a mobile phone.

The video he cued started with that amazing ass, perched on Nate’s own lap. His mother was leisurely pumping up and down on Nate’s cock. The lens panned up to show Mrs. Moore looking over her shoulder at the camera.

“You’re filming your sexy mom being a slut?” She winked.

“Hell yeah!” Nate’s voice said.

The camera stayed on her for another minute, before moving to the side. On the couch beyond, the same one James had peeped at minutes before, was Nate’s older sister Kate. She was in the same position as her mother, only facing her father while riding his lap. Ken was shoving his dick into the college-bound coed’s ass while their youngest sibling gave her his rod to suck on. The girl was whining in extreme pleasure, hardly moving as the three males made her airtight. After another minute or so, the camera returned to Wendy and caught her telling Nate that her daughter was “so hot!”

The clip ended with a return pan to the mother’s still bouncing ass.

“Holy fucking shit!” James spat when it was over. “Your whole family?”

“Sure.” Nate shrugged again. “They’re hot, aren’t they? Totally fuckable, right?”

“You can say that again!” James agreed. “And you’re saying your church agrees with this?”

The teen was so surprised, he didn’t know what to think.

“Totally.” Nate assured him. “Hey, you should get your sister to come by on Sunday. How’s that sound?”

“Bro, you know there’s no way Mel would be down with that!”

“Maybe.” Nate prevaricated. “But Rev Young and uh, Candy have a way of changing people’s minds.”

“Are you kidding me?” James sputtered.

His sister was hot, no doubt. Head cheerleader at the school that was Nate’s main rival; Melissa Thompson had fantastic curves and waist-length bleached blonde hair. She actually wasn’t stuck up about it either, unlike some of her squad mates. Nate sent James home shortly after that, so he wouldn’t get caught. The teen thought about Nate’s words, and his promise not to tell a soul, for two solid, distracted days. It was Wednesday morning when he woke up with his current plan.

It then took until Saturday to finally convince Melissa to come with him to visit Nate’s church. Probably the only reason she agreed was because some of the younger middle aged men at their congregation’s lingering glances were starting to make her uncomfortable. When she admitted as much to James, the boy pounced, promising that she wouldn’t feel like that at all if she came with him.

But now that they were here, or nearly there, she was balking at taking the final steps. It was James who noticed Jason’s ‘Vette parked in the shade just inside the church lot from where they stood. Probably the most famous teenager’s ride in this part of the state, the silver sports car was a known pussy magnet. Jason himself was known to be a bit of a player, but for some reason none of the girls he’d ever dated had a bad thing to say about him.

“That’s Jason’s Corvette right there.” James pointed, hoping that alone would convince his sister.

She was currently single, which worked to James’ advantage. It fell to her two cronies to bear the ‘task’ of dating the starting quarterback and running back this year. She’d never mentioned Jason before, so James hoped that meant she hadn’t been one of his flings. Yet.

“Oh! You’re right!” She stared.

They could see the silhouette of Jason’s head in the driver’s seat, and it looked like the boy was alone. Melissa was visibly vacillating now. She bit her lip in thought. Jason’s rep was as a solid, grade-A stud. None of the girls who’d ever went out with him complained that he was too pushy, or pressured them to do anything they didn’t want.

“Well...” She hemmed. “Maybe we could—w”

Then a bright red, holy shit! Ferrari roared past and swung into the lot as well. The social media links between James’ school and Nate’s were many. When that Ferrari had first showed up on campus, those online networks exploded with wild stories and innuendo. Who exactly owned the car for some reason never got out, but what people did say was that it belonged to a teenage male. A high-school boy, with a car that cost more than some people’s houses as his personal ride, the story was grist for the voracious rumor mill.

They watched as the convertible backed into a spot just left of Jason’s ‘Vette. Seeing the driver wasn’t easy from their angle, but the massive shoulder sticking out above the center console was evidence that he was very large.

“Hey sis,” James tried, “let’s go see whose car that is.”

Melissa was curious too. Given the mysteriousness of the car’s owner, even now over a week after first being spotted, she knew she’d score a coup if she found out who was driving it.

“Okay, c’mon!” Her just-long-enough-to-be-decent sundress swirled as she darted across the road.

James sprinted after her, cursing under his breath as they dodged a couple cars and waving at the dirty looks thrown their way. They were paying more attention to staying alive than to their target, so they missed Deb and Sherrie exiting their vehicles. But they did notice the two switching cars as the duo stepped up on the curb a few yards away. Deb’s more extreme outfit caught James’ eye, and he gulped as the woman noticed him staring when she rounded the open passenger door to get into Jason’s ride. A smirk and wink accompanied her smooth, uninterrupted slide into the interior.

Melissa on the other hand, recognized Sherrie Thorton from the picture on Marvin’s desk at the dealership. Her father had taken the teen there to get her own new car when she passed her first year of driving without any accidents or tickets. Mr. Thompson was friends with Mr. Thorton, though the teen didn’t exactly know how they knew each other.

Sherrie was in a body-hugging tennis dress, its light color a fantastic contrast to her flawlessly tanned skin. The hem was a bit more risque than Melissa’s own attire, and the high heels she wore were definitely not normal ‘church-going shoes’. The sexy mother of three loved wearing form fitting clothing now that she didn’t have to worry about her figure constantly. She had an ass and tits whose soft curves men loved to fondle, and a trim midriff that accented just how generous those ‘assets’ were. Melissa stared in shock as the woman jumped into the red car’s passenger seat and slammed the door.

She moved up abreast of the window, so she could see inside. A vaguely familiar teenage boy lounged in the driver’s seat and Sherrie was already draped across the center console so she could get her hands and mouth on the—my god! Largest erection Melissa had ever even heard about, which sprouted from the boy’s open fly. The slutty mother of three was rubbing the rigid, flushed flesh all over her mouth, licking and kissing the skin in between wrapping her lips partially around the head to suck. The boy groaned occasionally whenever the MILF would caress a particularly sensitive area.

Melissa stared in shock at the obscene blowjob going on right here in the church parking lot. She stepped forward involuntarily, more curious than anything else, which caught Duke’s partially closed eye. His head turned towards her slowly, followed by his own smirk and wink when he caught her fascinated gaze. He lowered the window in a nearly silent whir and Sherrie finally looked up as well at the noise, grinning at the teen when she realized Melissa was watching in amazement. Though the teen knew who Mrs. Morton was, Sherrie didn’t know Melissa by sight.