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Imagining dad and me taking turns penetrating Rose and Laila while both climaxed repeatedly reminded me when and where I was. Capricorn suddenly felt heavy in my hand, and with the perverse images of fucking our helpless, spasming lovers still fresh in my mind, I massaged the crystal butt plug between Laila's upturned cheeks.

Laila released a disappointed whimper when I stopped, realizing this was the first time I had used Capricorn on her outside the confines of the house. For a moment, I studied the sun tattoed rainbows on the inside edges of her butt cheeks and the pink insides of her rectum illuminated by daylight for the first time.Seeing the inside of her rectum so clearly, reinforced the firmness of my already hard cock in Rose's mouth, and my hips naturally rocked back and forth, fucking Rose's face imagining myself doing the same to Laila's ass.

I'm not sure what dad was doing on the other side of Rose, but his efforts echoed through her muffled moans around my cock. I looked down at her closed eyes and concaved cheeks, vacuuming the precum out of my penis. Then I looked out across the backyard and up at the distant windows of the two houses that might be able to see what dad and I were doing to Rose and Laila. I felt another pulse of pre-cum bubble out of the head of my cock, sliming Rose's tongue. That feeling added to the already ball-twitching things she was doing to my penis as I imagined foreign eyes watching our incestual escapades.

Emboldened by the idea someone might be watching, I returned my attention to wiggling the crystal butt plug in and out of Laila's ass and seeing the sunlit accommodating interior flesh of my lover's rectum just beyond.

The thumb from my other hand slipped into her vagina, working with my index finger's knuckle to pinch and squish her clit. Muffled moans echoed back to my inserted thumb, unable to escape the other side of her body with dad's cock in Laila's mouth. Rose moaned on my cock, too, between her sucking and tongue swirling efforts as dad did whatever he was doing to her on the other side of her upturned butt cheeks.

It was perversely satisfying to see both of them starting to struggle and strain against their restraints, unable to connect their thighs or move and flex when their bodies began to respond to the two of us stimulating their captive sex. The visual of their strained bindings and cock muffled struggles seemed enhanced by the sun glistening off their sun lotion moistened backs, and the possibility someone was watching us abuse our lover's sex made me eager to fill both women with my cum.

Laila's arm flinched and pulled against's Rose's unmovable leg. The restraint attached to Laila's other arm pulled tight on the rope connected to the round bed's frame when I started to stretch Laila's anal ring open from the inside. Extracting Capricorn's bulb, expanding her anal ring to the full width of the crystal bulb before pushing the lube slimed blunt teardrop past her resistant sphincter again.

If I haven't said so recently, let me remind you, I love to make Laila's asshole stretch open, then watch it swallow a toy like Capricorn, or a dildo, or the head of my cock. I equally enjoy pulling back on her anal ring, watching it stretch, and struggle hungry to pull my penetration back inside her.

Laila's puckered flesh complied as best as it could, following my advances and retreats into and out of her ass, each penetration and each extraction stretching and loosening her butthole, the gape I left behind each time a little slower to close than the previous anal invasion. And no, I didn't stop teasing and thumbing her cunt. Doing so created a wonderful conflict between her butt chasing after Capricorn and her cunt trying to follow my thumb and knuckle pressed to her clit.

Rose's occasional moans or gagging/gurgling around my cock didn't diminish my eagerness to abuse Laila's ass either.

Just to show how in sync all four of us are, both Rose and Laila moaned cock vibrating climax simultaneously as my dad and I stimulated our lovers' butts and cunts.

Dad and I nodded at each other across the bound and restrained sunlit nakedness of our willing sex pets. I left Capricorn in Laila's ass but removed my hand from her groin and freed my cock from Rose's mouth when dad and I silently agreed to swap partners.

In a testosterone-fueled demonstration of unnecessary male bonding, dad and I high-fived each other when we passed each other circling the round bed.

Taurus' Blossom growing out of Rose's ass appeared bigger than I remembered. The crystal flower seemed to separate her cheeks more than I expected, granting me a clear view of Rose's slightly open and juice-dripping pussy.

Rose's outer labia were about the same size and firmness as Laila's, and her slightly lighter tan covered her entire groin equally. Rose's inner lips were more petal-like, slightly larger and longer than Laila's, and, at the moment, open and panting, looking very much like the namesake crystal floret wiggling in Rose's ass.

Before trying to play Taurus' Blossom, I leaned forward to taste and explore Rose's flesh petals with my tongue. Gently teasing, licking, and tracing the outline of her inner lips with the tip of my oral muscle.

She responded by moving her hips around, leading my tongue where she wanted it to go. The same musky aroma of sex Laila's pussy steamed whenever I went down on her fogged from Rose's snatch, except there was a slight flowery bouquet alongside the mount me and fuck me until you cum inside me brain-altering chemical signals.

To snake my tongue deeper into Rose's silky flower, I had to pull out of Laila's mouth, and my nose pressed to Taurus' Blossom. Laila's barking "FUCK!" several times eventually distracted me from the amazing feeling of Rose's cunt sucking on my tongue as I darted it in and out of her.

I straighten up to watch and listen to Laila. In a repeat of what she and I had shared many times before, Laila began to filter her Capricorn-induced screams into the weatherproof mattress. Her knuckles were white at the ends of her clenched fists, and her arms were trembling and vibrating Rose's leg. I reached over, snagging a handful of Laila's dark hair. I pulled her head up, allowing her orgasmic pleasure to fill the backyard as I directed, "I want to hear you cum... I want the world to hear you cum."

I released Laila's hair, and her face flopped back to the bed. She has always followed my sexual directions well, twisting her head, no longer silencing her orgasmic moans, groans, and occasional curse-laced shrieks as they rolled across the pool and bounced off the fence.

After a moment of watching and listening to Laila curse, grunt, and moan through the orgasms dad forced her body to endure, I looked down at Rose's flowered ass, then over at dad. I nodded my head as I asked, "Ready?"

Dad pulled out of Rose's mouth without interrupting the song I taught him to sing into his daughter's ass. While Laila's bound body continued to twitch and squirm next to Rose, I returned my attention to Rose's upturned butt and the smooth glass flower bloom erupting from her behind. I licked my finger, then tried circling the uneven edge around the base, where the smooth petals met the neck of Taurus' Blossom.

Nothing happened.

I shifted my attention toward the center of the flower, running my index finger around the edge of the etched bull magnifying bubble. I instantly felt a familiar vibrating feedback. The same kind of vibration Capricorn's edge produced when inside Laila's butt.

Rose's screaming, "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" echoed up from the concrete around the pool as her body spasmed, shook, and tried to jerk her ass away from the vibrations Taurus' Blossom sang into her ass.

"TOO MUCH!" Rose cried, "STOP... STOP!"

"No," I replied calmly, cruelly, looking at dad, who nodded his consent, watching his wife's body spasming and struggling against the bindings that held her legs open, her butt up and open, and connected to Rose's equally spastic daughter.

Dad and I must have been on the same wavelength, both of us speeding our harmonic inductions, and both women quickly moved beyond the ability to form words, each babbling in a confused jumble of incoherent consonants and vowels.

When Rose's body stiffened, I knew she was on the edge of consciousness, so I backed off, slowing my finger, easing her down from her orgasmic peak, but not stopping the perpetual climax I made her body continue to endure.

Dad, being a little less experienced playing a glass orgasm-inducing organ, or maybe a little over-excited seeing his wife experience such a thing for the first time, pushed Laila too far. Her body went limp next to her mother's, just as I was about to feed her my eager erection.

"Dad!" I admonished, "She asked me not to let her pass out."

Looking away from Rose's trembling body, her head too heavy to hold up as she too screamed and cursed into the outdoor bed's mattress just like her daughter had. Dad glanced at Laila's limp form, then stopped playing Capricorn into his daughter's ass, shrugging his apology.

Dad caressed Rose's head, asking his wife, "Are you ok?" as I reduced the volume of the harmonics flowing into her body from her rectum.

"Holy Shit!" her muffled voice said through the weatherproof mattress, "Holy Fucking Shit, Oh My Fucking GOD!"

Rose twisted her head to look at dad, "Holy Shit!" she cursed at her husband, "I want more, but I don't know how much more I can take."

"Let's find out," he smirked at his wife, then nodded at me to resume. Rose's head lifted and vibrated with the rest of her body as I slowly raised the crystal butt plug's volume, singing its song of pleasure into Rose's ass.

Rose's head continued to vibrate while Dad walked, almost ran around the bed. Standing close to me, he stared at or studied my finger, circling the etched bull magnifying bubble. Then he tried to take over and failed.

"Lick your finger," I suggested, "You need a little less friction... just enough to make the tip of your finger vibrate."

Rose's head dropped to the mattress again, her arms and legs still tight to Laila's bindings as she panted the same curse words over and over again during the brief interruption. When dad's fingers returned to the crystal knob, she screamed again, and her body thrashed violently next to her daughter's limp form, looking like a netted lioness fighting to escape captivity.

I spent a few moments offering some advice, teaching dad how to play his wife's ass and orchestrate her concert of pleasure by teasing her clit, or fingering her pussy, suggesting, "Find her limits, and keep her on that edge." Adding a purely self-serving, "That's what I like to do to Laila... see how long I can keep her right on the edge of consciousness... I love watching her orgasm over and over again... especially when she starts speaking in tounges."

"Like father like son," Dad nodded, starting to play Taurus' Blossom almost as well as I had learned to play Capricorn into my sister's ass.

"Oh," I offered over my shoulder, rounding the edge of the bed, "Rose told me we could fuck her if she passed out."

"Yeah," dad nodded, focusing on his other hand, starting to add the sounds of playing her clit to Rose's impassioned concerto, "She told me the same thing... but I want to see how long I can do this to her before I do."

"Dad," I said, caressing Laila's unmoving ass, "Be careful. Laila's told me that when I do that to her for too long, her nerves are on edge the rest of the day... she loves it but can only take so much."

Dad nodded but did not verbalize a response; he was too enraptured, seeking out Rose's secret button via her vagina as his other hand continued to make Rose's body thrash and her chest exhale incomprehensible obscenities.

I was concerned I had created a monster, and Rose might never be the same after today. It was a brief moment of respect, one that faded away as I stared at my lover's unmoving nakedness, contemplating what I was going to do to my sister as our father watched me do it to his daughter.

I nodded my head when I decided what I wanted from my unconscious set-pet. I released her from her conjoined bondage, and as I did, dad silently asked me to free his wife from hers. He continued mastering his musical manipulations of Rose's upturned butt as I pulled Laila's limp body to the edge of the round bed with the leg spreader.

I removed her ankles from the bindings, and the metal bar clinked and rattled when it hit the concrete. Laila offered no resistance when I used her legs to pull her hips to the edge until her thighs waterfalled over the edge of the bed. Her knees didn't touch the ground, but her plug-filled ass and glistening bright red cunt were now at the perfect height for penetration.

I slid my cock into her gushy cunt, fucking her for a little while, savoring the feeling of her unresponsive yet amazing feminine flesh around my cock. Sometimes it's not about the urgent need to fuck; sometimes, I want to enjoy the feeling of a hot slimy pussy around my cock. And, I did, until my finger accidentally, or unconsciously on purpose, started playing Capricorn again.

Laila's body jerked violently like an old crank engine kicking back, resisting any effort to start it. The second time her body thrashed, she resumed her cursing, and the harmonics of Capricorn found the center of my penis when she woke up, arching her back, her arms lifting her upper body off the bed.

As we had done together many times before, Capricorn sang us both to climax. Laila's body was clenching and jerking after she flopped back onto the mattress, cursing into the padding as I grunted loudly and proudly, squirting forcefully at the apex of each womb punching thrust forward.

Most of the time, when I cum that intensely, I can't help but stop playing Capricorn; this time, I didn't. My balls drained quickly, but the vibrations deep in the center of my penis extended to my nutsack, and I could feel myself continuing to cum, even though I had nothing left to inject into my sister.

Laila kept cumming, too, both of us jerking, grunting, and groaning our extended pleasure. I stopped playing Capricorn when I started to feel a little light-headed. My penis continued to jerk into her, and my balls throbbed as I looked down at Laila's once again limp body. Her back and ribcage moved with her slowing, deep breaths, and her knuckles were a little less white, clenching the edge of the mattress where two of the segments met. My cock felt like it was still squirting into her, yet I knew I had nothing left to transfer from me to her.

Since we became lovers, Laila had conditioned my body to cum for her as often as five times in less than thirty minutes when she wanted me to. I wasn't sure if she knew she had also trained my body to continue to climax when my balls were empty. Making me experience dry orgasms as if my cock and balls were reliving fading echoes whenever I came as intensely as I just had.

It took me a moment to realize the deep guttural grunts echoing off the fence were NOT from me. My body and penis continued to try to get deeper into Laila, and my breathing was closer to normal than the huffing grunts coming from dad as he drilled his cock into Rose's unconscious form.

His eyes were wide and surprised, experiencing what I just had, the vibrational harmonics of Rose's crystal butt plug singing to the center of his cock, and tickling the bottom of his balls.

Dad's grunting curses as he climaxed harmonized with Rose's when she regained consciousness at the peak of one of her climaxes. My father and Laila's mother looked and sounded like wild animals as he fucked her bucking and spasming body next to Laila's pron and lifeless body.

It was an incredibly erotic vision to behold, one intense enough my cock refused to deflate. I resumed fucking Laila's unconscious body as I watched dad's body jerk and spasm through a loud and proud climax, a new expression of confusion on his face when he too started to experience a dry orgasm while fucking Rose.

-- A mother and daughter sharing their love --

Laila returned to consciousness, her vocabulary slowly returning to something less primitive, begging me to continue to fuck her as she dug her nails into the edge of the cushion, clinging to it as if it was a rockface she was climbing. My hands on her hips shifted her twitching and thrashing body closer to Rose.

I kicked the leg spreader at my feet out of the way to allow me to get closer to the edge of the bed. I lifted one of Laila's legs to my shoulder, scissoring her thigh after turning Laila onto her side. I didn't notice when but dad had freed Rose's legs from her spreader bar and rolled her onto her side too. With Rose and Laila facing each other, all four of us worked together to shift, slide, and move the two women until we found a tangent where their faces were in each other's groins, and dad and I could keep fucking our mother-daughter lovers.

Rose's tongue found my shaft moving in and out of Laila's cunt, then found a spot where she could alternate between my shaft and Laila's clit. Both women snuggled closer to the other's snatch after dad, and I stopped the butt plugs singing into our lover's asses. When I eventually pulled out, Rose sucked my cock clean before excavating my cum from her daughter's cunt; and Laila did the same on the other side of the bed.

Dad staggered away, then dove-fell into the pool, surfacing on his back, floating comfortably in the middle of the deep end. His still erect cock looking like a sundial as I flopped into one of the wicker rocking chairs that matched the outdoor bed.

I relaxed and recovered, fascinated by the living art Rose's and Laila's naked embrace represented, doing my best to admire the full picture, resisting my brain's natural desire to focus on a specific part of their conjoined nakedness.

I found myself focusing on one of their legs wrapped around the other's head or their hungry hands pulling open the other's butt cheeks, exposing the still inserted crystal butt plugs to the sun. I had to force my mind to pull back and appreciate a mother and daughter sharing their love more than once.

Capricorn flashed several rainbows of sunlight across my eyes when Laila rolled over on top. Staring at the sparkling jewel in my lover's ass enraged my sleeping cock. It stood up, and so did I. I found myself standing on the bed, bending over to remove, almost yanking Capricorn from Laila's ass before tossing it on the bed next to the two conjoined women.

Her butt clung to it just as tightly as her arms embraced Rose, anchoring herself to her mother and moaning into her mother's cunt as I removed the crystal plug from Laila's ass. Before her pulsating hole could close, my cock filled the void between her butt cheeks.

I didn't feel a need to cum; I just wanted to fuck Laila's ass. I felt like an animal, and I wanted her to feel me fucking her like one; it was, after all, how she wanted me to show my love for her to her.

I heard Laila moan and groan each of my squatted thrusts into her, and I felt my balls dragging across Rose's nose more than once. I don't know where I found the strength and stamina, but I did, hovering, knees-bent, over both women, ramming my cock into Laila's ass.

Laila didn't struggle or resist, and after the first five or six balls-deep penetrations, she resumed licking her mother's cunt; with even more enthusiasm than before. Laila occasionally paused her labia, licking to scream a climax between Rose's thighs, and when Rose puffed one of her climaxed at my balls, I hated feeling my empty balls misfiring.

By then, my knees needed to straighten, and both insisted I stand up for a moment. When I did, Rose rolled herself on top. I had to step over the still merged women when they rolled and twisted around facing the house to align myself with Rose's upturned butt. Instead of yanking Taurus' Blossom from Rose's ass, I pulled on it slowly and purposefully, savoring the view of Rose's anal ring stretching and clinging to the larger blub as I extracted it.

It landed safely on the bed next to Capricorn, the two clinking a gentle kiss before snuggling next to each other in the seam between two of the bed's segments. I lowered myself and entered Rose's ass before her sphincter had a chance to retract fully. I buggered her butt just as intensely as I had Laila's, wanting to satisfy my cock's hunger to be surrounded by feminine flesh and feel Rose's anal ring stroking my shaft.Feeling Laila's mouth trying to suck on and swallow my balls was not something new. She had wrapped her teeth around my sack more than once to stimulate my cock, and accelerate the production of ejaculate, and this time it felt no different.

Until dad walked up and pressed his face to Laila's cunt, making her yipe her appreciation into my man-milk bags.

Ok, yes, it's pretty cool to watch mother and father sharing their mouths and tongue over and with their daughter's pussy. A visual made better watching from above as I fucked Rose's ass and feeling Laila moaning into my groin, through my balls, until Rose's or dad's efforts made Laila pant open her mouth wide enough to release my captive testicles.

That's when I reached down, capturing and entangling Rose's long black hair around my hand, then pulled. At first, her head lifted, granting dad exclusive access to his daughter's pussy. Then I kept pulling until Rose got the message and pushed herself up and off of Laila.

I lowered myself to her side, the two of us rolling off Laila, and I guided and held Rose as she twisted and repositioned herself on top of me. Laying across my chest without disconnecting my impalement of her ass.

With Rose on top of me, and the outdoor bed supporting my back, my feet found purchase at the edge of one of the cushions, allowing me more leverage to thrust up and deeper into her rectum. I could feel my hips slapping her butt cheeks and feel her body sloshing up and down across my stomach and chest after each intense penetration.

What had started as a desire to satisfy my cock's need to feel the inside of Laila's ass had become a lust-fogged, grunting, hungered need to shove my cock as deep into Rose's butt as I could. An intense animalist perversion enhanced upon feeling dad feeding his cock to Rose's cunt.

Looking around and over Rose's shoulder, I saw dad pushing her legs up and her arms, locking her knees at her sides before dad began pounding her pussy. Dad and I see-sawed our erections in and out of Rose's cunt and ass, both of us using her body to feed our sex monster's desires.

There was a pang of guilt in the back of my head, knowing that the part of me that wanted to use her body just for her sex had taken majority control of my mental functions.

At least until Laila whispered into my ear, "I love watching you fucking mom like that. It reminds me of the way I want you to fuck me... fuck her lover... fuck her hard and deep... squirt your love deep inside her the same way you do me... I want to hear you cum inside my mother.... I want everyone to hear you cum inside my mother."

Dad's cock massaging my penis through the thin wall that separated Rose's cunt from her rectum, plus Laila's tongue tracing the edge of my ear, vibrated down through my spine and into my balls. I could feel them twitching against the outdoor bed's cushion just before my cock exploded at the apex of a deep upward thrust, as deep inside Rose's ass as I had ever cum inside her, or Laila.

Laila twisted my head, forcing her mouth to mine as I huffed, puffed, and panted my climax into her open mouth. Her fingers caressed the side of my head, and her tongue licked my lips as I climaxed. Laila continued to brush her lips to mine and tease me with her tongue until my involuntary post-climax spasms faded.

Then she pushed herself away.

Once again, looking past Rose's shoulder, I watched Laila sit up on her knees, doing to dad what she had done to me; whispering in his ear, licking his ear, then caressing his face, and holding her mouth to his when he came inside Rose.

When dad's climax subsided, he rolled Rose off me, pulling her on top of his prone body next to mine on the bed. I looked over to see Rose resting her head on his chest, her chest still heaving as she snuggled on top of dad's body, his arms and legs coiling around her like a python embracing its prey.

Laila did the same to me, laying down on top of me, snuggling into place with me as her mattress. Her humid groin straddled and kissed one of my thighs as her stomach cocooned my post-climax throbbing cock between her flesh and mine.

Her exhausted and contented nakedness cuddled on top of my sweat-coated satisfaction had become part of our new normal. One or both of us sexually exhausting the other before we slept together... our bodies connected, merged, or embraced as our souls kissed beyond consciousness.

The only difference being the sun watching over us, the cool outside air caressing our exposed flesh, and the birds singing songs about our incestual sexcapades to the world as the four of us savored the embrace of our lovers.

"OH MY GOD!" I heard a familiar, yet not at the same time, voice declare at the edge of my dreams. "You weren't lying when you said you seduced your brother!... and your parents too?"

"OH FUCK," Laila cursed, pushing up from my exhausted nakedness.

I tried to force myself to wake up, but I couldn't. The last thing I remember hearing was Laia's voice apologizing as the comfort of her naked embrace was replaced by the heat of the sun when my lover shifted her focus to, "Joann!... I completely forgot you were coming over today... how much did you see?"

I didn't hear Joann's answer, but an odd and unfamiliar but welcome feeling followed me into my dream state. A feeling that I had released yet another burden or prevented it from attaching itself to my soul. I found myself oddly comfortable, knowing Joann had seen my sister and our parents sharing our love. Part of me hoping Laila's friend had been lurking around the corner long enough to have seen everything dad and I did to Rose and Laila.

Proud of myself for disallowing a new burden to attach itself to my soul. Embracing the idea that someone had witnessed our incestuous orgy. A family affair where my sisters made love to their brother, and Laila's father loved his daughter while my stepmother and halfsister made love to her brother and step-son.

Rose's advice following me into my dreams; it all seemed so natural as I embraced the comfort of my sun-warmed slumber. I could feel the breezed that caressed my sore penis and empty balls as I floated away into dreams that replayed our family's perversions in my head as my body slept naked and sexually spent under the sun.

-- Someone Else's --

In those dreams, I relived the best parts of our family's incestual lifestyle. My memories were streaming as a series of informal opportunities to slide my cock into Laila or Rose whenever I wanted, as well as trying to satisfy Rose's unquenchable desire to suck my cock.

After our semester ended and college was behind us for the summer, I realized Rose had an oral fixation for both mine and dad's cocks. Being in-home nudists had its advantages, one being Rose sucking on my cock whenever she found me playing a video game. Sometimes she'd wake me from a post orgy siesta by suckling on the head of my erection as her hand gently stroked my shaft.

During the day, Rose was just as much of a cock hungry slut as her daughter Laila. As much as Laila was obsessed with anal, Rose seemed obsessed with feeling a cock in her mouth or embraced by her fingers. Just as my stepmother and halfsister held on to my cock whenever she could, I embraced a merged dream of Rose and Laila. Both were sitting on the edge of my bed, stroking my cock; Rose waking me from a post-orgy nap overlapping with Laila doing the same thing, but for a very different reason.

Rose was simply feeding her fetish, and my erection was the willing drug giving her the fix she wanted. Rose made a habit of stroking me until I came or sucking my cock whenever all she wanted was sex. A reciprocal gift I gave her just as she allowed me to slip my cock into her cunt whenever I wanted (inside the house or in the backyard). We both knew and understood, sex is sex, and sharing sex was different than when we made love.

The kind of love Rose and I made was different than the kind of love Laila and I made. When Rose and I shared a bed, just the two of us, she willingly became my mother for me, and I guess I became the son she never had. When Rose and I made love, it was a deeply personal exchange of memories and experiences we both had of our shared mother.

We both carried the scars of losing our shared mother but experienced the same loss from vastly different perspectives. Those differences and our mutual love for our mother allowed us to be what we needed for each other when we made love.

When Laila and I made love, it was something completely different. We did not share our love through the love we shared for another person; we shared our love for each other. Most of the time, Laila and I made love face to face, me on top of her or her sitting on my cock looking down at me as we talked.

That was how we made love, talking and sharing our thoughts and feelings as our bodies were distracted by our sex organs being stimulated by the other. Laila and I had sex more often than Rose and I had sex, and it was the best, most intense, and animalist sex you can imagine and more. But, when we made love, it was just as intense, but on an equally intense and soul-sharing emotional level, usually while stimulating each other's erogenous zones to climax.

The memories of both of my lovers making love to me overlapped in my dream world. Both Rose and Laila were watching over me as they both stroked my cock. Rose's maternal eyes were approving of my desire to watch and feel my mother's younger twin stroking my erection. Rose sounding like my mother might have if she ever sat on the edge of my bed, massaging a cum squirting orgasm out of my penis, wanting to make her son feel better.

Rose's image overlapped with Laila's younger visage, also stroking my cock as she sat at the edge of my bed, crying pleading with me to understand and accept the decision she had made that left her unable to have children.

"I know I should have used protection with Richard," I heard her voice explain, "and I did for the first month, but after feeling his bare cock in my ass, I wanted to feel him the same way inside my kitty. I thought it was safe; I had just had my period the week before... but, I was wrong."

"When did you find out you were pregnant," I heard a voice that was not mine ask the same question I did in my dream.

"Two weeks after," Laila replied, "After Richard and I broke up."

"I would have helped you if you had asked me," I once again heard someone else's voice offer as I said the same in my mind.

"Ray was there for me," Laila responded, "After I used the morning-after pill, and when I knew I wasn't pregnant anymore, I got super depressed. Ray was there; he's always there when I need him. Ray and his love for me got me through the worse thing I had ever done to myself."

I heard her voice pause for a moment before she added, "I was wrong," Laila muttered, "I thought I loved him first, but he loved me before I loved him, and I never knew it... and he proved it in the way he took care of me that horrible week... the week I realized how much I loved and needed him."

Her hand released my penis, and she slapped my erect penis as she declared, "Raymond, I hate knowing how much you love me, and the way you love me sometimes... I do."

I felt her fingers resume their embracing caress of my erection as she resumed speaking, "I was so worried I was still pregnant when my next period didn't start. After another week, I went to see my lady doctor, and she ran some tests and did that legs up and spread kind of exam that only feels good when I'm having sex with my family."

"TMI," I heard and then recognized Joann's voice.

I opened my eyes but didn't move. The sun overhead blinded me, and all I could see above me were shadows without faces for a moment.

Laila's voice I knew better than my own, continuing her story while ignoring Joann's complaint. "She told me I had had a tubular pregnancy," Laila explained, "She said the pill might have reset my cycle, and it did what it was supposed to, flushing my uterus, and something happened that's blocked or scared my tube."

"There are two," Joann's voice telling me which sun blinded shadow was hers, "So, now you only have a fifty percent chance of getting pregnant in any given month."

"You may have two," Liala replied to Joanna, telling her friend what dad had told me months ago, "I was only born with one. It's something mom told me about our family when we had our first mother-daughter talk. It's genetic; she only has one tube that works too."

"So?" Joann asked as a cloud began to filter the sun's blinding light behind the two women, "Can't they fix it? Clean it out or something?"

"My doctor wasn't sure," Laila replied, "It might be possible with surgery, but I'd have to see a specialist, and that would mean getting my parents involved, and I don't want to do that. Everything is perfect right now, and I don't want to change what we have... Loving and being loved by Ray, and what my family is sharing with us since mom told me about our family's history."

"We're going to have to tell her sometime," I aimed at the shadow I was pretty sure was Laila.

"I know," she replied, "But if we do, I'm afraid of losing her, or dad... just like I'm afraid of losing you."

"I'm not that easy to get rid of," as I sat up, glancing down at my groin, realizing Joann's fingers were wrapped around my erection, gently stroking me as Laila watched.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" I asked, staring at Joann's hand around my cock, "Are you trying to pass me off to someone else?"

Joann quickly pulled her hand away, apologizing, "She said I could... Laila said you wouldn't mind."

"I don't," I replied, nodding as I affirmed, "If Laila is ok with you doing what you were doing, so am I. Please, don't stop."

I then repeated with a little more urgency, "I was real close... and if one of you two aren't going to finish me off, I will," as shifted my weight and started to reach for my unattended erection.

"Can I?" Joann asked, but I'm not sure who's permission she sought, mine or Laila.

I replied, "Take off your bathing suit for me. Seeing you naked will help, I'm sure."

"I told you he was wonderfully perverted and perfect for me," Laila declared.

Joann hesitated, then countered, "Just my top."

I nodded my agreement and watched as she reached around her back, releasing the string that held her bikini top in place. Without hesitation or wanting to get it over with quickly, Joann let her top fall to her lap, instantly bringing her braless breasts into view.

Seeing Joann's smaller breasts pulsated a bubble of pre-cum out of my cock. I knew Laila's and Rose's breasts intimately, but Joann's were different. Her mounds were half the size of Laila, and her areolas were puffier. She had darker caramel rings around the edges of her areolas, then a lighter ring of almost white under and around her thick puffy, slited-nipples.

Joann's nipples were wider, shorter, and plumper than Laila's, with a clearly defined slit across their tips. Joann's breasts seemed just as attractive and eye-catching as Laila's, mostly because there were not Laila's or Roses' hidden treasures I had become accustomed to seeing and fondling, but pair of someone else's breasts I had never seen before.

The puffy bee-stung appearance of her nipples and areolas holding my attention for longer than I think might have been appropriate, considering my lover was sitting next to me, watching me stare at her best friend's bare chest.

"Beautiful," I puffed, "You have gorgeous breasts, Joann," I complimented.

"Thank you," she blushed.

She stared at me staring at her exposed bosom until I asked, "Are you still going to take care of me, or do you want to watch me cum for you two?"

"Cum for me," Laila demanded in a reversal of our typical roles.

"As you wish," I replied, grasping my cock, turning my gaze to her eyes.

I noticed her hand was between her legs, her arm movements telling me she was masturbating with me even though her knee-sitting position hid her groin.

I looked back at Joann, also sitting on her knees next to my legs, her eyes locked on my hand around my cock as I stroked myself.

I stared at Joann's breasts, squeezing myself a little tighter and stroking faster. I was still staring at her breast when Laila's hand caressing my balls made me grunt and groan loudly as my cock squirted up to my chest, then sputtered splotches across my stomach before dribbling what remained into my pubic hair.

I lay back on the round weather-proof bed to rest for a moment, still holding on to my cock, when I felt a finger caress the tip of my penis. I glanced down to see Laila fingering my cum splatters, feeding herself each fingertip scoop one by one as her eyes planned which splatter to go after next.

"Your turn," I muttered at the sun in the sky, "And let us hear you."

"Almost there," Laila puffed.

"No," I countered, pushing myself up again, "It's Joann's turn. I want to watch and hear Joann cum."

"What?" she stammered, "No, I couldn't."

"I just did," I countered, "and Laila's about to... it's only fair we get to watch you."

Joann hesitated again, looking at me, my spent penis, then at Laila, finger feeding herself my cum as her other hand rubbed herself to orgasm.

Joann relented again, this time, sitting back on her knees, opening them before reaching into her bikini bottoms. She didn't take them off or pull them aside, but I could see her hand and fingers working her clit under the tiny textile surface.

Joann's breathing sped up, and she watched Laila watching her as both women masturbated at each other. The cloth barely covering Joann's efforts slowly grew dark as she continued to rub her hidden pussy and clit.

Laila came first. Her rapid panting and deep-chested slow moans were enough to encourage Joann's sex to respond in kind. Joann's chest rumbled deep yet silent moans as her neck turned bright red when she allowed herself to climax with Laila.

Neither of them had what one would consider a mind-blowing orgasm, but what they experienced was enough to vent some pent-up hormones that needed a little release. Both women were very quiet when they peaked, so much so I could barely hear them, but I could hear their fingers squishing their pussies, and it was a wonderful show to watch.

I rolled to my side, kissed Laila's thigh, then sat up next to her. My hand naturally reached out and cupped one of her breasts. My thumb instinctively caressed and teased her nipple as I said, "You need to accept we're going to have to tell your mother the truth. And..." I paused, my thumb and index finger gently pinching her nipple as I reaffirmed, "I know you're not ready to. But it will have to happen at some point."

"I know," Laila huffed, "And thank you... for not telling her."

I nodded, resumed caressing her nipple as I leaned forward, where we kissed. I pulled back then stood upright. Turning around, I aimed my gaze at Joann's exposed breasts. Expressing my appreciation for her sharing her beauty with me more than leering (I hope). Then I inappropriately said, "You do have beautiful breasts, Joann, and I hope you allow me to admire them again... oh, and watch you enjoy yourself too... that was a very special treat I'd like to enjoy again."

"I liked watching you," she stammered quietly, looking down at her breasts, lacking self-confidence, disagreeing or rejecting my opinion of her bosoms.

"I want to wash off all this sunscreen," I announced, then asked, "You two want to join me?"

"You know you never need to ask me twice," Laila declared.

"I think I need to... freshen up," Joann countered, "But at home, not here."

"Come on," Laila waved as she twisted off the outdoor bed. "I've got some clean panties and pads you can use. We can wash your bottoms too if you want.""Damn," Joann cursed, looking down at her groin, "I was hoping it wouldn't show."

"No worries," Laila replied, "wet panties and bottoms are something I've gotten used to when I'm with Ray," wrapping her arm around me, "Oh... but house rules... when you take your panties off, you have to give them to Ray."

Laila leaned forward, lowering her voice at Joann as she said, "Ray likes to sniff my wet panties... it gets him nice and hard and super horny."

"If you join us in the shower," I advised, "I can't promise I won't try and have sex with you."

"If I join you in the shower," Joann replied quietly, "It means I want to have sex with you... both of you... but not today."

Joann stood up, and I could tell by the conflicted expression on her face she did not want to say what she said, "I think I better head home. I might regret staying, or worse, I might not regret staying."

I authorized myself to admire Joann's breasts until they disappeared under her reapplied visual barrier, hoping I'd get to enjoy Joann's new-to-me mounds again soon.

Joann and Laila hugged, and when it was Joann's turned to hug me, she stopped herself mid-approach. Her arms, hands, and legs clenched before she stepped back, shaking her head, muttering, "No, no... not yet."

After a round of departing good-byes, Laila and I returned to our hip to hip embrace, watching Joann leave via the side exit to the front yard.

"She wants you," Laila declared, "We talked about you when you were sleeping, and I told her I would share you if you wanted to, but only if I could watch or join in."

"I love you," I replied.

"I love you too," Laila reaffirmed, "And now she's seen our family and us sharing our love... and after we talked about how good I feel being with you, and dad, and mom, I think she's going to go after her brother, maybe even her father. I think that's what she meant when she said not yet when Joann didn't hug you... she wants to give herself to one or both of them first."

"Cool," I nodded, comfortable imagining our incest might be infectious and curious to experience having sex with Joann, with Laila, of course.

-- Personal Slut --

We turned around to find Rose stepping out of the house, carrying a tray of food out to the patio table, asking, "Isn't Joann staying for lunch?"

Even from a distance, I could see her face was flushed, her tanned complexion seemed lighter, less tan, and her eyes seemed red and puffy.

I assumed dad had used Rose again while Laila and I spent time with Joann.

"No," Laila answered before taking the tray from Rose's shaky hands, "She had something she needed to take care of."

"I hope she comes back after seeing what she saw us doing," Rose's parental voice said as Liala passed the tray to me, "We get so few visitors, and I'd hate for you to lose a friend because she saw us sharing our love for each other."

"She'll be back," Laila replied, "Right after she does to her brother what I did to Ray."

"No," I insisted rather defensively as I placed the tray of food down rather harshly on the patio table's glass surface after turning my attention to Laila a little too soon. I glared at her, directing, "Joann needs to be honest with her brother... no tricks or fake love potions."

"That what we were talking about while you were sleeping," Laila replied, stepping closer, caressing the side of my face, "I told her everything that did and didn't work with you... including how bad I felt about trying to trick you into loving me."

Before I could reply, she moved her index finger to my lip, saying, "I know... you loved me before I made up Mistress Alla-i or created Aries Horn... and now I know what I did was wrong, and so does Joann. And I know you loved me long before I understood what love was supposed to be like... what you taught me love could be."

"It warms my heart to hear you two telling each other how much you love each other, as a brother and sister should," Rose cooed, then directed, "But as warm as your hearts are for each other, the food inside is getting cold. Go and help your father, and don't forget the napkins."

Laila and I did as her mother, my step-mother directed, and not too long later, the four of us sat around the transparent table under an umbrella, completely naked as had become our family custom and lifestyle.

At some point during the evolution of our relationship, Laila had started reading my mind. Her lips turned up slightly when she noticed I was admiring her closed thighs through the glass tabletop, trying to get a better view of her sex between the potato salad and the diced fruit.

I looked up, and she blinked both eyes at me, a silent gesture of affection just before she separated her legs, allowing me visual access to her upside-down triangular bush and her bald pussy below. When she reached out to casually pick up the bowl of diced fruit, serving herself, and granting me a direct line of sight to her glossy slit. I felt my cock start to rise while admiring my happy place between Laila's legs. I also saw her smirk at the edge of my vision upon seeing my penis starting to take flight.

Rose's fork clanged against her plate, and she growled at dad, raising her trembling hand as she admonished, "Look at what you did to me. I can't stop shaking... I can still feel that thing vibrating inside me."

"Singing," Laila corrected, "Ray makes Capricorn sing. I've gotten used to feeling Ray's love vibrating inside me afterward... It's like he's still doing it to me when he's not."

Laila's face glowed at me as her hungry eyes stared at my rising penis through the glass table before her puckered lips blew a kiss toward my firming erection.

"Good thing I cut up the melon and not you," dad responded proudly, then teased, "Let me know when you're ready for more. I want to make you cum like that over and over again."

"Until I pass out again," Rose huffed, standing up, insisting, "No way. You're not coming near me with that thing until I say so."

Rose picked up her drink, changing the subject, "Your father and I made lunch, you two clean up. I'm going to get some sun and try and recover from what you and your father did to me this morning," shifting her ire from dad to me, assigning me equal blame for her current condition.

Rose's trembling hands almost drop the glass in her hand; dad stood up, taking the sloshing drink from his wife before it spilled or dropped. Moving next to her, reaching around behind Rose, pulling her close, trying to negotiate a peace agreement, "What can I do to make it up to you?"

His detente efforts started by him honestly confirming, "I'm not going to apologize because you know how much I love making you cum like that, and I will never promise not to do it to you again... because I will."

He then twisted her around, forcing her to face him as he asked, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Rose struggled to free herself from his embrace, but without a lot of real effort as she demanded, "I want to spend time with our family... like we used to. I miss spending time with all of our cousins... Laila and Ray know everything, and they are more than old enough and smart enough to decide if they want to join us."

Rose stopped her faux struggling, looking directly at dad's face with her still slightly twitching head as she pleaded, "I want what we used to do... you know, you and me, and our other family... but here. We've never invited our family over, and I think it's time we did."

"Oh," dad recoiled slightly, "That kind of family time."

"Yes," Rose insisted, "That kind of family time," then softened her tone, compromising as she offered, "If you promise to let me have the kind of family time I want, I'll let you bugger my ass with that flower thing... but only once a day... and you've had your once a day today."

"Twice on Saturday and Sunday and holidays," Dad countered, "and if Ray and Liala are ok with it, we can start having family over once a month... if that's what you want," he conceded. He thought for a brief moment before he suggested, "We'll start slow with family nearby, and when we agree Ray and Laila are ready, we'll take them to the annual family reunion."

"Starting next weekend," Rose countered his counter, "If you agree to invite some of our family over next weekend, I'll let you fuck me... slow... real slow, and I want a back massage while you do."

As dad nodded his agreement and escorted her toward the outdoor bed by the pool as she muttered several other conditions; when they reached the bed, and she turned to lay down, I heard her voice echo off the pool's water, "... that thing again... after dinner."

After Dad and Rose settled on to the bed, him behind her, obviously rocking himself inside his wife as he massaged her back, Laila and I cleared the table.

After putting the food away and washing the dishes inside the kitchen, I bend Laila over the counter, easily and casually penetrating her from behind. She puffed that wonderfully cooing purr I love to hear when I slid into her, and I felt my chest release a breath of pent-up air at the same time.

While wordless, sliding in and out of my lover/sister, I reached around Laila, finding my lover's breasts, pinching her nipples as I kissed her neck, muttering, "I love the way you love me... the same way your mom love's our dad."

Laila cooed her reply, "You mean when I suck you off or let you fuck me whenever you feel like it?"

"Yes," I replied, licking her neck up to her ear, "That and all the other ways you make it so easy for me to love you."

"Cum inside me," she pleaded, "And don't try to make me cum, I want to... I want to feel you moving in and out of me... and I want to feel you cum inside me... just because."

"Because what?" I asked, holding her hips, speeding up my slow, repeated advancement, and retreats into her willing flesh.

"Because," she paused, "Because I owe you," she said, pushing back on my cock when I moved forward.

"You don't owe me a thing," I replied.

"I owe you my life," she commented as she rocked her backside against my cock, "I love you, and I have since you took care of me the week after my abortion... when you didn't even know had an abortion. You were so loving and caring and... and I didn't know how to process you... being you..."

Laila let her body drop fully to the counter. She pushed her hips back further, granting me full access to her depth as she said, "It seems like every time you and I make love, or whenever I talk to Joann about you, I love you more than I did before."

"Cum inside me, Ray," Laila insisted, "I want what I tried to give you with Aries Horn; I want you to use me... please. Sometimes I want, no, I need you to just fuck me and walk away. I want you to use my sex for your pleasure just because sometimes I need to feel like your personal slut... your cum bucket... and because you make me cum sometimes just by telling me you love me."

"I love you," I replied.

She pushed back harder and faster, demanding, "Cum inside me, Ray. Use me and make me feel used. Harder... come on, really fuck me hard, and let me hear you cumming inside me."

I complied, my fingers digging into her hip, and I threw my cock into her just as hard and deep as I could. She continued to demand I inject something into her, and I did. Grunting loudly, growling as my cock squirted what had recharged since I masturbated for her and Joann.

When I stopped huffing and thrusting, she lifted one leg to the counter, directing me to, "Look, Ray. Look at your cum dripping out of me. That's your cum in your cunt. I'm reminding you that you own my sex just as you own my heart. Fuck me whenever you want... like you used to before we started sharing ourselves with mom and dad. I love feeling like your slut... I want you to make me feel used and slutty, Ray... all the time."

I was still working on slowing my breathing when the first blob of white appeared from her pussy lips. It did not reach the middle of her thigh before she spun around, dropping to her knees.

Working me as well as she ever had, she vented her resurgent need to feel sexually used by sucking one more two-squirter from my cock into her mouth. She then loudly sucked and slurped on my cock until she was confident there was no more to extract.

Looking up at me, with my spend cock pressed to her cheek, she told me, "You better drink a lot of water today... or a sports drink of some kind... I'm going to milk you dry over and over again today, lover. I'm renewing the promise I made to you, to let you use my sex to remind you over and over again that I love you."

"Not if I can make you pass out again," I teased.

"If you do," she said, standing up. Her intense blue eyes locked on mine as she stated, "You know you can fuck me when I'm unconscious."

"You will always be my slut," I replied, "and for the rest of the day, I will do my best to make you feel like my personal plaything," I offered, "and tomorrow you will let me love you the way I want to."

She leaned forward, caressing my balls as she said, "Remember that video we watched with the girl and the electros... mom and I watched a guy with electrodes connected to his inner thighs and penis. His mistress milked his cock over and over again. It was incredibly erotic; mom and I both got off watching it. I want to do that to you when you tell me you love me like you just did. I want to make you cum as often and as intensely as you do me... over and over again until your balls shrivel up."

"Let me think about it," I countered, "Maybe after I do it to you first."

"Don't you dare," Laila responded defensively, releasing my balls and stepping back, "What you do to me with Capricorn is more than I can take sometimes... I love it... but in small doses."

"Let's start there," I suggested, "Is my slut ready to let me make Capricorn sing in her ass as she sucks on my cock... until she passes out?"

"Only if you promise to fuck me awake," Laila cooed, "Outside on the bed, next to mom and dad."