Incestuous Harem’s Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Nine: Marrying His Naughty Sisters

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

April 3rd, 2027 – Detective Nelson Tucker

“Thank you for meeting with us,” my partner, Detective Sunny Savage said. “We really appreciate it.”

“Anything to help out the police,” said the black-haired, green-eyed young woman when she opened the door to her home. She had a bright smile on her face, though there was that nervousness that most people had with cops. In the background, a small child darted past in a superhero cape. “Come in, come in.”

Sunny went in first, keeping that patient smile on her face, her brown hair cut short. At twenty-three, she was young to be a detective, but she was sharp. Had good instincts. Her eyes darted around, noting the wedding photo on the wall of Becky and a young man who looked barely out of college in it.

Becky led them through the house, giving a sigh at the spill of legos across the floor. “Eddie, you can’t leave your legos lying around!”

The young boy, this Eddy, didn’t answer.

She sighed and shook her head. “Sorry.”

I shrugged. “It’s okay.”

We were led back to a kitchen table and Becky immediately offered us glasses of iced tea. It took a few minutes to get her settled. I had my legal pad out. Sunny put out a tape recorder and hit play on it. “This is Detective Savage with Detective Nelson interviewing Becky Yates on April 3rd, 2027.”

“So, what’s this about?” Becky asked as she sat nervously at her table. She had her elbows resting on a padded, blue placemat, her iced tea cupped in both hands, condensation running down the outline. “Not sure why the police need to talk to me.”

“We’re investigating a murder that happened in June of 2023,” I told her, using a cover story. We wanted to be discrete so no chance of Clint getting warned and not to poison the well and lead Becky into the story we want.

Sometimes, to be helpful, eyewitnesses to crimes a few years old would start to misremember or manufacture memories to fit what we looked for. The older something happened, the easier it was for a person’s memories to change. Not consciously, but memories were not accurate at all.

“A murder,” Becky gasped. “Oh, my. In 2023.” Her brows furrowed. “I can’t think how I could be a help in that.”

“It happened near the Sun Bright B&B on June 24th,” Sunny said. “You were catering the Elliston-Hiragawa wedding that day.”

She gasped, her face going pale. “Oh, no. Really?”

“We’re hoping if you saw anything strange. Any unusual activities during the ceremony. Anything that didn’t belong.”

“Strange?” She bit her lower lip. “I don’t think so. It was a pretty normal wedding. My husband was the videographer. He should still have the raw footage he took of the ceremony.”

“Really?” I asked, my heart pounding fast.

“Oh, yes,” I said, smiling at him. “That’s one of the services I offer. You know, get as much of the wedding stuff ‘in house’ as they call it. Offer package deals. I’m also a florist and a wedding planner. I try to do it all.”

Casually, I said, “Could we see that.”

“Let me call him and get it for you,” she said brightly.

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June 24th, 2023 – Becky Yates

The public ceremony was over, and I was eager for the private one. No filming this. The kids, including my toddler Eddie, were collected up by a few volunteers. I squirmed beside my brother, clinging to him. I couldn’t help glancing down at my wedding ring.

We had the ceremony, but it wasn’t an official one. Obviously, California wouldn’t let us marry. But we had the same last name. We introduced ourselves to everyone like we were married, and they never suspected anything. Why would they? Brothers and sisters didn’t fake getting married. Things like that weren’t supposed to happen.

But they did.

And now Clint Elliston was marrying not one but two of his sisters, including the one that had brought my brother and me together. Melody, back when we were in college, had seduced my brother and me into incest. There were some misunderstandings, my brother thinking Melody was into him and there were this kiss and a fight, but that was years ago. Melody and Clint had worked out their little rough patch while Tim and I had become lovers.

The B&B was owned by a politician, Representative Natasha Murphy, and she was someone else who knew the joys of incest. She found it with her son a few years ago. This was a safe place for our sort of people to hold weddings. No one would ever talk about what happened here.

My naked breasts rose and fell as my excitement built and built. I couldn’t help but stroke Tim’s cock. My brother had the same black hair and green eyes as me. He was a tall guy who still had that lean, swimmers build. My hand lightly pumped up and down his dick, keeping him hard as we waited for the “real” ceremony to begin.

We weren’t the only ones naked. Everyone was. Nearby, Mr. Umayyah sat with his wife, daughter, and stable of whores he ran. Leyla sat on her daddy’s lap, probably impaled on his cock. Their youngest son, Jalal sat with his wife, Kimmy. She was pregnant with their second kid, her belly swollen. It might not be his. He liked to pimp her out and watch her get naughty under his command.

Beyond them sat an old man I didn’t know. He had a young girl, in her early twenties, leashed and collared and kneeling before him. She sucked on his cock like an obedient daughter-slave. The Reenburgs sat in front of us, Sean with his wife and sister between him, his dad sitting nearby, eternally cucked by his son. The Wilsons were on my right, Jenny and her mother cuddled up to James, who had his hand between his mother’s and sister’s thighs, fingering them.

The air brimmed in anticipation. Clint and his sisters had transformed the campus, student body, and faculty. The Campo sisters sat up front, the older Carmelita leashed and collared. The Mihara twins, not wearing their Shinto robes like during the “official” ceremony, knelt naked before the altar, their petite, Japanese bodies composed. Their mother, and lover, sat in the audience.

Clint and his best man, Coach Young, were waiting up there along with two grooms, friends of Clint from college. All of them had learned incest from Clint, mentored into fucking daughters, like Coach Young, or sisters or mothers. It was all so exciting.

I tightened my grip on my brother’s cock.

The wedding party appeared. Alicia came out as the flower girl. She still looked girlish despite being a year older than me. She wore a pink, satin ribbon around her waist and had her hair in pigtails. She spread flowers as she moved up the aisle, beaming in delight. When she reached Clint, standing naked and muscular, she fell to her knees and kissed his cock.

Then she scampered out of the way, giggling.

The bridesmaids appeared, Clint’s other sisters. Zoey took the lead, her heavy breasts jiggling as she strutted with the sort of unconcerned grace of a woman used to stripping nude for the crowds. She had her arm hooked with Stefani, her girlfriend and lover.

Then came Lee, her hands bound behind her back by silk ribbons. She had clamps on her nipples and clit, each dangling the golden bands for the wedding rings. They glinted and swung as she took stately steps forward. I swear, I caught a glimpse of a butt plug nestled in her crack. You couldn’t tell from how she walked.

And then entered the brides. Pam and Melody, side by side. They wore white corsets that lifted their round breasts into a pair of jiggling mounds, nipples hard. Pam had the olive-tinge of an East Asian girl, her nipples dark-brown while Melody’s were a soft pink. They had thigh-high stockings and their pussies looked freshly shaved. They held flowers in their hands, whites and pinks. They moved with solemn grace, their veils covering their faces.

“Oh, this is going to be beautiful,” I whispered to my brother, so happy for Melody. She made this all happen with my brother and me. She helped Tim see me as a woman and not his bratty, little sister.

I wanted to mount his cock right here and now. I wanted to ride him and feel his cum in me.

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Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

My two brides looked gorgeous. This was the real ceremony. The official one where I married just Pam had come and gone. Legally, she was already my wife, but she didn’t feel like it. Not yet. Not when Melody couldn’t be included for the dumbest of reasons.

Now my sister-brides were approaching me. My cock throbbed at how beautiful they were. They seemed to float to me. All our friends and family were here, our mother-slaves sitting in the front row, naked like our audience. The influence I’d been building for the last few years was growing. Several powerful men and women were in the audience, introduced to incest through various methods.

A few more years, and the real work would begin.

It was hard to think about that with my sister brides taking their slow steps towards me while the wedding march played. They both smiled beneath their veils, Melody’s eyes looking liquid. Her bouquet trembled while Pam’s held steady. Pam had shaved for the occasions, and both their pussy lips gleaming, looking delicious. Their nipples hard. I just wanted to hug them both.

Then they were at me, handing off their flowers to Zoey and Stefani before they took my hands. They didn’t have our father here to give them away, which seemed like such a shame. I pulled them to me, Pam on my right, Melody on my left. They both reached down and grabbed my cock. They stroked up and down it, big smiles on their lips.

The Mihara twins both stood naked and regal. They were Shinto priestesses and performed all the spiritual weddings for those in the incest lifestyle. Their religion didn’t care about that sort of thing. They both had big grins on their identical faces. Their black hair fell down their backs, their small breasts perky, dark-brown nipples hard.

I could tell them apart only by how they acted. Kimiko, older by ten minutes, was the dominant of the two sisters. Minako held herself with a subservient air, not standing quite as straight, her arms behind her back the way a slave should stand, eyes a little downcast.

“We call upon Izanagi and Izanami to bless this wicked matrimony,” Kimiko said, her English nearly perfect, only slightly accented. I was glad their mother had come to America to work. Thanks to the powerful friends I made, I got them green cards and they were all working towards citizenship.

The two Mihara twins fell to their knees before me. Identical faces came together, slanted eyes staring up at me with hunger and passion. Melody and Pam gripped my cock, holding it out to the priestesses’ lips in offering.

“We accept this gift from the groom,” Kimiko moaned and then licked at my cock.

“A gift of his seed to shower us in his virility,” Minako whimpered. Then her tongue darted across the tip of my cock.

This was a departure from the ceremony, but the Mihara twins were honorary members of my harem. Like the Campo sisters. They could come and play with us whenever they wanted. I groaned, loving the way the twins’ tongues danced across my cock.

Behind me, moans came from the watchers. They were naked, free to love each other however they wanted. Some were monogamous with their incestuous partner or families, others were more free with their delight, sharing with those they love. The sounds of sucking, grunts and groans, the smack of flesh on flesh echoed.

Love was being shared.

My sisters’ naked breasts rubbed on my arms as the Mihara twins polished the tip of my cock with their hungry tongues. They licked out the precum, their eyes staring up at me with submissive lust. They ached to please me.

They sucked on the edges of my cock. They nibbled, lips soft and delicious. Their tongues slid out and around my dick. The pleasure felt incredible. I groaned, my dick twitching in my sisters’ soft hands.

“Mmm, just cum all over their faces, stud,” Melody whispered beside me. “Paint those little Shinto whores with your jizz.”

“Yes, yes, paint Minako’s face with your spunk, Master,” moaned Minako. She always referred to herself in the third person. “And upon Minako’s sister.”

“Coat us both, Master,” Kimiko whimpered. Then she sucked right on the tip, her pink lips wrapped around my dick.

Pleasure shot down my cock. I groaned as it twitched in her mouth. My balls swelled with my cum. She bobbed her mouth down my cock and brushed Pam’s fingers. Then she slid back up and popped off at the pinnacle.

Eager Minako darted forward and engulfed my cock, bobbing down my length. She sucked hard on the way up, my balls twitching and throbbing. Her mouth plopped off and Kimiko engulfed me. She sucked with hunger, bobbing twice. Teasing me.

“Lucky you,” purred Pam. “How many grooms get blowjobs from twins on their wedding day?”

“Not enough,” I panted. “Especially not when they’re cute, Japanese twins.”

“God, they are cute,” Melody hissed. “So cum all over their faces. Paint them, stud. I want to see them dripping with jizz the entire time.”

“Getting there,” I panted as Minako’s hungry mouth slid up and down my cock, her cheeks hollowing.

PLOP!

Then Kimiko had my dick in her mouth. The pleasure shot down my shaft as the twins passed my dick back and forth. They shared it with zeal, pleasing me, sucking hard and fast. The pleasure swelled and swelled in my nuts.

I couldn’t last long. Not with everyone watching. My chest rose and fell. I groaned as the pleasure hit that wonderful peak in me. The Mihara twins’ sucking pulled me to the edge. My dick twitched in my sister’s hands.

“Get ready,” Melody moaned.

“Cum on Minako’s and Kimiko’s faces,” moaned the submissive twin.

“Yes, yes, flood us, Master,” whimpered Kimiko. “Coat us.”

“Coat them,” Pam moaned and fisted my cock. She stroked up to the edge, brushing the crown soaked in the twins’ saliva.

“Fuck!” I groaned and erupted.

My jizz splattered the two twins’ faces. Ropy lines of my spunk painted across their pale-olive features. They both moaned, tongues thrusting out of their lips to gather any spunk that might land on them. My dick twitched and throbbed as Pam aimed my spurting dick.

The pleasure slammed through me. Hard and fast. My balls emptied in moments, leaving me gasping and panting, my fingers tingling from the rapture. My chest rose and fell as my cum dribbled down the twins’ faces.

“Thank you for this wonderful gift,” said Kimiko as she and her sister stood with grace, their small titties jiggling. “The gods are pleased with your offering.”

“As are Minako and Kimiko,” added the younger twin, such joy in her eyes.

Minako then went into her wedding ceremony again. It was different from a Western wedding. Lots of blessings were said and sake sipped out of a ceremonial cup. Three times my brides and I drank the rice wine.

A scroll was brought out that had my vows written on it. In Shinto, only the man made vows and then both he and the bride (or brides) signed scroll. It had the words written out in calligraphy, painted on in sweeping brush strokes to look as beautiful as Japanese characters painted in the same fashion. The Mihara twins held it while I clutched my brides’ hands.

The words came from my heart. “I, Clint Elliston II, swear to love, protect, and defend my sister-brides, Melody and Pam, and the rest of our family.” My thumbs slid over their fingers, brushing their engagement bands, the pink diamond on Pam’s, the clear on Melody’s. “To care for them always. To put their needs ahead of my own. We are flesh and blood united together to form something beautiful, something that I will cherish until my dying breath. Nothing shall keep me from loving you both. No law. No decree of men. No outdated morality. The rest of the world may call our love wrong, but I will never agree.”

Tears brimmed in both their eyes. I squeezed their hands, wanting to say more, to proclaim all these feelings inside of me. They were so complex, this love for my sisters. I was lucky to have them. To have all my women. I wish I could marry my entire harem. To legally call them my brides.

Behind us, passionate moans burst with the applause.

With a brush, we signed our names on the scroll.

“Izanagi and Izanami were the first gods to ever marry,” Kimiko said, her voice sterling. “They have heard your vows, Clinton Elliston. Let these gifts be tokens of your vows, the rings to symbolize the never-ending unity of your triumvirate marriage.”

Lee darted up, her hands bound, the butt plug humming away in her asshole. Pussy juices gleamed. The three clamps pinched her nipples and clit, the gold wedding bands swaying, the heavier dangling from her bud.

I yanked the first clamp off her right nipple. Lee gave a whimper of delight, her pink nipple slowly engorging, the impression of the jaws vanishing. I removed the ring and replaced the clamp. Then I seized Melody’s hand. She was the oldest of the three of us, if only by a few months.

“You’re mine, Melody,” I said. “I’ve wanted to do this since we were ten.”

“I thought you just wanted to fuck my brains out, stud,” she said, low so only my sisters could hear.

Pam giggled. Lee had a huge grin on her elfin face.

“And I already did that,” I said, sliding the ring on her finger, pressing it against her engagement band.

Then I yanked the clamp off Lee’s left nipple. She shuddered and whimpered and trembled then sighed as I replaced it on her abused nub. Her brown eyes had a glossy gleam to them. A naughty shimmer that matched the way she wiggled back and forth.

I took Pam’s finger. “I wish I’d known you as long as Melody. That you could have been a part of our family from the beginning, but I’m glad I found you.”

“My mom found her,” Melody said.

I gave her a look. She answered with a playful smile.

“I’m glad you found me, too,” said Pam. “No matter how it happened or how much like Lee Melody is.”

Melody gave a mock gasp of shock. Lee giggled.

I slipped the wedding ring onto Pam’s finger for the second time today. But this time it felt right. Official. Melody was here. Our true wedding. The one that counted in our hearts. Not the public one where we had to pretend that I had just married Pam while I lied about my love for Melody.

“Now,” Melody said. She ripped the clamp off Lee’s clit.

My sex slave sister gasped and quivered, her perky tits jiggling. Her hips humped the air and her face squeezed shut. I knew when she fought an orgasm. More pussy juices trickled down her thighs while Melody removed the ring then replaced the clamp.

“Oh, god,” Lee groaned, her entire body trembling. She shifted on her feet. “Master?”

“No cumming,” I told her. “It’s not your day.”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered, the chains dangling from her clamped nubs swaying.

Melody and Pam both gripped my thicker wedding band and took my hands. “Well, stud, you did it. Bagged two sisters.”

“Big old perv,” Pam said, smiling. “I was so innocent until along came your family.”

“Our family,” Melody said.

“You awakened me to my true destiny,” Pam said with pride. “Fate brought us together for a reason. I’m eager to find it out.”

“We both love you,” added Melody. “Because we’re both just as big a perv as you are. We’re going to keep having naughty fun. Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.”

I grinned.

They slipped the wedding ring on my finger. It slid over my knuckle and felt cool against my skin. It glinted gold. I’d never worn a ring before. It felt strange. Important. I smiled as my thumb played with it.

“I’m going to hold you to that ,” I told Melody.

“Me, too,” Pam said as the pair then moved close to me, hugging me. Lee stumbled out of the way so the ceremony continued.

“In the names of Izanagi and Izanami, I declare you, Clinton Elliston, wed to these women. Pam Hiragawa and Melody Elliston are shorn from their families and bound to yours. The white they wear is the promise to be dyed in your traditions. To become your family without reservation. Kiss your brides. Love your brides!”

My brides moved before me, trembling, tears in their eyes, liquid diamonds clinging to their lashes. Ruby lips gleamed, cheeks rouged. I lifted both their veils, the gauzy material parting to show off their features. They both trembled, their shoulders touching.

I cupped both their faces and leaned in to kiss my two women, their cheeks pressed tight, eyes closed. I met them in a three-way kiss. My arms slid around their bodies, pulling them against my naked flesh. Hands caressed my chest and back.

Tongues flashed while the audience roared their applause behind us.

Melody broke the kiss first, her eyes twinkling. “Now, I made you a promise, didn’t I?”

“Make it naughty.”

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Melody Samuels

I would.

Today, Pam legally married him. I was one of the witnesses who signed the marriage contract after the ceremony. It would be filed with the state. They would file their joint taxes while I was condemned to mark single on my 1040.

She would get to be his public wife. That was okay with me. I was his sister-mistress. This wild, kinky delight surged through me as I seized his cock and pulled him from Pam. Clint had a huge grin on his face. He looked so handsome, so much like our father. I wished I’d known that Uncle Clint had been my dad while he was still alive.

Emotions swirled through me. Excitement and love and lust and even sadness. Someone important to all of us wasn’t here to be with us. To sit with our mothers and own them. I blinked back those impending tears.

Maybe Dad was watching us from heaven, happy that his son had banged all his daughters.

“Mmm, I’m going to enjoy your husband’s cock, Pam,” I moaned, my pussy on fire. “I’m going to fuck him so much harder than you.”

“Oh, god, yes,” Pam moaned, following us. “Show me how you love my husband. How your pussy makes him feel so much better than mine.”

The Mihara twins, still coated in Clint’s cum, gaped at us. We had never brought our cuckqueen play into the open. It was something we only did in our bedroom, with Lee hanging from the ceiling never allowed to talk about it.

I doubted our mothers, our sisters, or the other honorary members of the harem like Stefani or her mother or the Miharas or the Campo sisters had any idea that we played out this fantasy. Only now it was real.

Pam was his wife in every way that counted. I wanted everyone to watch as I cuckqueened her on her official wedding day.

“Yes, yes, ride my husband’s cock!” Pam moaned, staring at us. She had her hand between her thigh, rubbing at her shaved pussy.

“Mmm, I’m going to make you explode way more than your wife ever can,” I told Clint as I pushed him onto the altar.

“Are you?” he asked, this big grin on his face. “Bold words.”

“Oh, Clint, you know I don’t say bold things, I do bold things!” I grabbed his cock. “Look at how big this dick is. Oh, Pam, your little pussy is wasted on this cock. It needs a real woman’s cunt to love it. My cunt!”

“Yes, yes, show me how much more my husband loves your pussy than mine!” Pam whimpered, her voice echoing through the small reception hall. Everyone was watching. I could hear them murmuring, seeing our naughty roleplay. “Make him cum so hard. I just want my husband to be happy.”

“What a loving wife you have,” I moaned to my brother. “Letting me steal your cock. I’m not going to let her ever have your dick again. It’s all mine.”

“Greedy slut,” Clint growled. He grabbed my hips as I straddled him. “You think your pussy is good enough for that.”

“Oh, you know it is,” I moaned, rubbing my shaved cunt lips into the tip of his cock. “You know that you’ll never be satisfied in any other cunt but my own.”

“She’s so much tighter than me,” panted Pam. “No loose cunt. That’s the pussy for you. Fuck him! Give my husband the pleasure I can’t.”

She thrust her fingers into her pussy. She churned them up while I shuddered, rubbing my cunt across Clint’s dick. Our brother stared up at me with hunger in his dark eyes. I pressed my labia over his cock. I swallowed his tip.

That wonderful pleasure sank into me. I groaned as I took more and more of his dick. I engulfed that massive shaft. My back arched. All our friends and family watched us. I could feel them staring at us while they fucked and loved each other.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I moaned as I sank down my brother’s cock. “My pussy was made for this dick!”

“Yes, yes, ride my husband,” Pam moaned. She leaned over the altar on her left hand, her right plundering her cunt. Her veil rustled about her black hair falling down her face. “Oh, honey, enjoy her pussy. I want to watch you cum.”

“I’m going to flood her tight cunt,” Clint growled. He cupped Pam’s chin. “Her pussy’s so tight. So amazing. I love it.”

“More than mine?” Pam asked, plundering her pussy.

“So much more,” he growled.

“Oh, my god, yes!” Pam moaned and came.

Clint pulled her down to his lips. She leaned over him, kissing him, trembling in her orgasmic delight. She squealed into his kiss while I enjoyed his cock in me. I clenched around him, breathing in the tart musk of her pussy juices. They must be squirting out of her thighs.

Then I seized her black hair and ripped her mouth from our brother. I stared into my sister-wife’s eyes. I grinned at her and then kissed her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting Clint on her lips. She kept moaning and squealing, her orgasm rippling through her.

I slid my cunt up his cock. My pussy gripped him. I held him tight, reveling in him being in my pussy. He felt amazing in my snatch. My flesh squeezed about my brother. I gripped him. Held him tight.

I slammed down him.

“Fuck, Melody!” he snarled. “Show my wife how to love my dick.”

I broke the kiss and hissed, “Yes, yes, watch, Pam! Watch how a real woman fucks her man.”

“I’m watching,” Pam moaned, still masturbating. “You’re so beautiful. Blonde and those perky tits!”

She leaned in and sucked on my nipple. I gasped, the pleasure sliding down to my cunt. My pussy gripped him. I slid up and down his cock. My snatch clenched about his dick. I worked my twat up and down him.

The pleasure swelled in me. Everyone could see me riding my brother’s cock as we played out our naughty fantasy. My pussy burned around him. Pam sucked with such hunger on my nipple. She nursed on me, her tongue dancing and swirling. She felt incredible. The pleasure swelled through me. It would make me cum so hard.

I couldn’t wait for that moment to erupt from me. For that wild pleasure to surge out of me. I slammed down Clint’s cock. My clit rubbed into his pubic mound. I ground into him, savoring the incestuous pleasure of riding my brother’s cock.

“Damn,” Clint groaned. “Pam, you’re sister is going to make me explode.”

Pam popped her mouth off my nub and whimpered. “Do it. Use her pussy. I know she’s better than me!”

“Tighter!” groaned Clint.

“Yes, yes, so much tighter,” whimpered Pam, her fingers plundering her pussy. “Oh, my god, my sister’s cunt is better than mine.”

She came again, the lucky girl. She trembled through her orgasm while I worked my pussy up and down my brother’s cock faster and faster. I slammed down him, taking him to the hilt, then I worked my way back up him. I clenched about him, loving the feel of his cock inside of my pussy. The pleasure rippled through my body.

I came on his dick.

My pussy writhed in celebration about my brother’s big cock. I whimpered and moaned, my twat writhing and spasming and rippling around his dick. There was such a wonderful thrill to this. This amazing bliss in cumming on my brother’s cock.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I gasped. “Oh, my god, that’s the feel of a real pussy cumming on your cock, Clint! Not my sister’s twat! Mine!”

“Yes!” he snarled.

“Tell me her pussy feels incredible!” Pam moaned, her slanted eyes feverish with lust. She bucked and shuddered through her orgasm, still frigging her cunt with wet plunges of her fingers. “That she feels better than my cunt, my husband!”

“So much fucking better!” Clint growled. “She’s going to make me explode. She’s rippling about me.”

“Cum in her!” Pam howled.

“Yes!” I moaned, the pleasure flooding through my body. It drowned my mind. That wonderful bliss spilled across my thoughts. I groaned and wiggled from side to side. The bliss burned through me. My pussy hungered for his jizz.

He thrust up, bouncing on me on his dick. I slammed down his cock. He groaned and erupted. My brother—my husband!—fired his cum into me as our sister-wife trembled beside us. His jizz pumped into me. Hot and thick and wonderful.

Waves of pleasure washed out of my cunt. I bucked on him. My pussy writhed around that thick, erupting cock. The incestuous seed flooded me. I threw my arm around Pam’s neck. I pulled her to me as the rapture rippled through me.

“He’s giving me all his seed, sister! Your husband is flooding me!”

“Oh, god, yes!” she moaned and kissed me.

Our tongues danced and dueled as Clint pumped the last of his cum into me. He groaned and panted, watching us kiss. His hands stroked both our bodies, caressing us. Pam whimpered, trembling through her own pleasure.

We were sharing in our own kinky love.

“God, I love you both,” groaned Clint. “My two sexy brides.”

I broke the kiss and groaned, “You’re ruining our hot roleplay!”

“Yes, yes!” Pam whimpered. “I’m your little cuckqueen wife. You have to bang Melody over and over while I watch.”

“If I want to enjoy my brides on our wedding day, I will,” Clint growled. “You can play your kinky games later. We have our whole lives for it. Today, I’m pounding you both.”

“Clint!” Pam groaned. I swear she came again.

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Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

I was on Pam the moment Melody was off my cock. I pulled Pam to me. All our guests had witnessed her moaning out her fantasy, but I wanted to show them that I loved fucking both my women. Our family moved around us, Alicia riding our mother’s face, Zoey and Stefani sixty-nining, Lee and Aunt Vicky using vibrators on the other’s pussy.

I pulled Pam’s fingers from her pussy and pressed them into my mouth. I sucked on my sister’s delicious pussy juices off of them. I groaned at the taste of her. The wonderful flavor of her cunt. She whimpered and moaned, trembling in delight.

Then I threw her over the altar.

“Fuck her hard,” Melody moaned, cum dripping out of her pussy. “Fuck my sister-wife! Make her cum! She loves your cock.”

“I do,” Pam moaned, bent over, her pale-olive rump clenching tight. Then she spread her legs, flashing her shaved twat at me.

That was something I’d never seen on her before. I groaned at the sight of her juicy twat. My dick throbbed and twitched. I couldn’t resist pouncing on her. I plunged my cock to the hilt in my sister-wife’s cunt.

I groaned as I sank into her depths. This wonderful pleasure surged over my cock, the feel of her snatch. My dick throbbed and ached as I penetrated her. She groaned, squeezing her cunt down around my shaft. The silky heaven of her pussy had me moaning.

“Fuck!” I gasped as I drew back. “I love your pussy as much as Melody’s!”

“Yes, yes, you do!” Melody moaned. “Fuck our sister-wife hard! Love her!”

“Clint!” Pam whimpered, squirming on the altar while the orgy raged around us. I caught glimpses of incestuous passion. Coach Young fucked his daughter. Mrs. Umayyah whimpered as her son fucked her asshole. Elisabet Reenburg rode her daughter’s face while sucking on her son’s cock. Dr. Wilson and her daughter loved her son’s dick with their mouths.

On and on it went. All celebrating the incestuous union between my sisters and me with their own passion.

I fucked Pam hard. Melody pressed against me, her veil rustling over her blonde hair as I pounded Pam. I drove my dick deep into my half-sister’s cunt. Her incestuous flesh massaged me. Teased me. Rapture rippled over me as I fucked into her pussy again and again. I buried hard and fast into her. I pounded my sister-wife with all my strength.

Her moans echoed through the air. They rippled around me. I loved it. My dick slammed hard into her. Fast. I fucked her with strength and power. I buried my cock to the hilt in her cunt over and over. I reveled in every moment of being in her.

“Cum in her!” Melody moaned. Her hand caressed my ass, squeezing my butt-cheek. “Oh, yes, yes, just flood her. Fill her with your seed! She’s your wife!”

“She is!” I groaned, reveling in it.

Pam’s hot pussy squeezed around me. She moaned and whimpered. Then she gasped. Her pleasure burst out of her. Her pussy writhed and convulsed around my dick. The incestuous heat gushed over my cunt and splashed my balls.

I slammed into her convulsing depths. She sucked at me. Her pussy begged for my incestuous seed to flood her. I groaned, pounding her spasming snatch hard and fast. Pam’s moans echoed. Her butt-cheeks clenched.

“Cum in her!” gasped Melody. “Cum in our sister-wife’s cunt!”

“Yes!” I growled, holding Melody to me as I plowed Pam. “You’re both mine! Going to love you forever! Nothing will take you away from me!”

I buried into Pam’s cunt and erupted.

The pleasure rushed through me. Every blast of my jizz into her cunt sent the ecstasy slamming into my mind. It was incredible to feel. To experience. This wild lust fired through my body as Pam’s pussy milked me.

She worked out my cum as I hit that heavenly rapture. Melody kissed me. I groaned into her lips, stars dancing before my eyes. I spilled my last blast of jizz into my sister-bride’s cunt. I held my wife to me.

I loved my two queens.

I would make this legal. I would find a way to love them openly. To tell the world that we shared the same father and that didn’t matter one bit. It just mattered that we loved each other. Made each other happy.

Complete.

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Pam Elliston

The orgy raged around us. I smiled as I stared out at all our friends and family having fun. James Wilson had his doctor mother sucking his cock while he made out with his sister, Jenny. He was going to medical school, planning on taking over his mother’s gynecologist practice. Jenny would be his nurse. I could only imagine the wicked fun they’d get up to.

Becky Yates rode her brother’s cock, her breasts bouncing and heaving. She’d blossomed into a stunning woman from that eighteen-year-old waif that the bored Melody had molded into her brother’s lover. Tim grunted and groaned, happy with his sister.

That was such a scary day when that drama had happened, but Clint and Melody came out stronger for it. They both had to grow up a bit, to their shock.

The Miharas daisy-chained from sister to mother to sister to sister and back to mother. They ate each other with hunger, feasting and loving.

Stefani and Zoey played with Stefani’s mother. Mrs. Armstrong had a dildo gag in her mouth and was fucking her daughter’s cunt with it while Zoey spanked her ass. Mr. Armstrong watched like the good cuckold he’d become.

Sean Reenburg had his mother riding his dick while his sister was giving their father a blowjob. Mr. Reenburg rarely got such love and attention from his wife or daughter since his son had matured and taken over. When Clint finished law school, he planned on working for Elisabet Reenburg. She had powerful connections. So did her husband.

Mr. Coburn thoroughly enjoyed his daughter. A few years ago, Mrs. Umayyah had trained the then eighteen-year-old virgin into a daddy-slut. The collared girl bounced on the older man’s cock, working her pussy up and down him.

Another powerful person to know. Like Representative Natasha Murphy, who owned this B&B. The divorcee was pressed against the wall getting fucked hard by her son.

Beside them, Coach Young plowed his daughter-wife, fucking into her pussy with delight. They were the first couple the Mihara twins had married. Clint had been the best man. Well, it made sense since Clint had taught the older man how to seduce his daughter into incest.

It was so beautiful to witness. I was so glad so many people had discovered incest. When I started my career as a therapist, I was definitely going to help women discover incest. Daughters would love their daddies. Mothers their sons. Sisters their brothers. I would teach them to love it all. I was developing my techniques.

Already, I had seduced a few of my college friends into incest. Tiffany Mitchel gobbled her daddy’s cock while her mother fucked her with a strap-on. Rita Jenkins took two of her brothers’ dicks in her while the third stroked his cock, waiting for the chance to fuck one of her wholes. Zelda Murphy sixty-nined with her mother.

All these people made happy through incest. Just like me.

“You look gorgeous,” Clint said, sliding his arm around me, his cock wet with my mother’s pussy.

“I am,” I said. “Ooh, look, Juana is selling her sister’s cunt to Mr. Umayyah. Carmelita’s going to be so humiliated.” The sisters were lesbians, but it made Juana so wet to force her sister-slave to fuck guys.

And the humiliation of it made Carmelita cum.

“It’s a beautiful sight,” Clint said. His hand slid down to my ass. “Come on, Mrs. Elliston, I got my dick all nice and lubed.”

“With my mother’s juices?” I asked in delight.

He winked at me.

Mrs. Elliston! I was officially one now. Such joy surged through me. I was so lucky I was his wife. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with hunger, ready to be pounded by my brother-husband again and again.

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April 3rd, 2027 – Detective Nelson Tucker

“Thank you,” Becky said to her husband.

“No biggie,” he said. Tim Yates walked into the house. “This about a murder, huh?”

“Yeah,” said my partner. Sunny didn’t betray a hint of her eagerness. “We’re working a cold case, trying anything to get it solved.”

“Didn’t even know anything happened out there,” he said. “You spoke to the owner?”

“Representative Murphy said she’d talk to her staff and get back to us,” I said. She was the Congresswoman representing Sacramento in Washington D.C. I wasn’t going to hold my breath for her to cooperate.”

“Well, here it is,” he said. He popped a thumb drive into the side of the TV. He used the remote to navigate through some files and then stopped on one. Elliston-Hiragawa wedding 6-23.

My eagerness surged through me. There had to be something on this tape we could use. Some proof that Clint was committing incest. Some little slip-up. My fingers flexed. If we had some tangible proof, then we could get those blood tests.

It was shot from the back with a handheld. He swept over the audience, everyone in their best. I recognized Clint’s mother and aunt, a few children. There were people I knew he was close with from the college. The infamous Mrs. Umayyah sitting with her husband and a group of young ladies. She was supposed to have run those girls as whores, including her own daughter, Leyla.

Then the groom and his groomsmen came out and took their places up front where instead of a priest, two Japanese women were there dressed in traditional garb. They both wore tunic-like tops and baggy pants that almost looked pleated. One had a white tunic and red pants, the other was all in Black. I didn’t know which one was Minako Mihara who officiated the wedding, a registered Shinto priestess.

Rumor had it, Clint was the father of their children and the one their mother had given birth to. All around the same time.

Oohs ran through the crowd. Out came Christie and Hikaru, Melody and Pam’s daughters from Clint. Only six, the cute girls spread flowers. My brow knitted. It seemed so prosaic. Pretty standard. Behind them came Clinton III, the child we believed Clint had fathered on his mother.

Why else would the woman name two of her sons Clinton?

The younger Clinton held a small pillow with the rings on it.

The bridesmaids marched up, Melody at the lead as the maid of honor in a pink dress, her blonde hair falling down her back. I wanted to offer comments on the tape, but I didn’t want to tip off the Yates to what we were really looking for.

“I don’t see anyone that shouldn’t have been there,” Becky said. “Do you, honey?”

“No, no,” he said. “I didn’t see anything I remember that was suspicious.”

After Melody came Lee, Alicia, and Zoey as the bridesmaids. They all wore the same pink dresses and looked radiant. Then the Wedding March played and Pam came, escorted by her mother. They moved up the aisle while everyone stood. Clint stared at his bride like any groom. Then she was at his side. The ceremony was strange, involving prayers to weird gods, sipping sake, and only Clint saying vows to Pam. Rings were exchanged. They kissed, and then they walked down the aisle to everyone clapping.

The video ended.

“That’s it?” I asked. “What about the reception?”

“Oh, we didn’t film that,” said Becky.

“You didn’t?” I asked and then groaned. Of course not. If they were going to do anything illegal, they wouldn’t want proof. “Pity. Were you at the reception?”

Becky frowned. “At the reception?”

“We just catered it,” Tim said. “You could talk to Representative Murphy. She hosted them. She’s good friends with Clint.”

Something we knew. She was one of the reasons we had to be careful. Her and Representative Reenburg, another congressman Clint was friendly with. The pair had connections. We couldn’t push things too far.

“Can we get a copy?” asked Sunny asked, her eyes shining with disappointment. It felt like another dead end.

“Sure,” Becky said. “I hope it helps you find the killer.”

To be continued…

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