Fucking Magic – A Potion Problem Ch. 14

Literotic asexstories – Fucking Magic – A Potion Problem Ch. 14 by Defluer,Defluer Part 14 – Beware of This One

“Hey Butthole Surfer.” For a second I thought Mom, Aunt Allison, or Miss Soder had been posting things.

Then I remembered that the Butthole Surfers were a one hit wonder band, I already knew who it was, smiled and instinctively shot back, “Hey Cheap Trick.”

“I’m totally sure you’ve used that one before.”

“Oh that was a band?” Smiling bigger as my sister smiled at me, coming over to give me a hug.

“Uch, you’re all sweaty.” She only said after we were parting.

“Yeah, sorry, just got back from a jog.”

“I can see and smell that Stinkin Park.”

“You could have said Nickelback, that’s pretty much a synonym for stinky.”

“I like that band!” She shot back.

“Oh yeah? Wow.” Shaking my head, eyes telling the tale of how much she’d dropped in my book for like the band. Coming out of it to give her shoulder a little poke, “But the real missed opportunity is Hoobastank. I mean… HoobaSTANK.”

It was our game, I don’t know how it started but at some point we just started calling each other band names. Most times we tried to make it an insult or relevant to the situation. Sometimes a band name had stuck for a day or a week. One time on vacation when she got stung several times she was UB40 for the entire trip. Another time after I dumped a girl she hated I was Best Coast for like a month, which was her favorite band at the time, so a double compliment.

“Martin.” After parting from my sister, I saw and went to her husband who was standing there only as Martin could, like he was somehow intruding on… everything and was about to excuse himself and go. So as to not be a bother to anybody. I did the handshake hug, which put him at ease. “How’s Happsburg going?”

“Great. Great! I added a water tower, well a new water tower.” He pulled out his phone to show me pictures.

He was a model train nerd. I didn’t judge him as hard as his wife did and maybe 99% of the world. Not that she teased him or said much, but she made her feelings on it clear by her expressions anytime the subject came up. I would never do it myself but I could kind of understand Martin. It was his grandfather’s set that had gotten him started, my sister, him, and the kids now lived in his grandfather’s house. A huge old farmhouse on a big plot of land that Elaine couldn’t complain about the train set taking up a portion of the basement. Plus Martin had a sharp eye and bought and sold enough of the stuff that the hobby pretty much paid for itself. I was always impressed by how great the stuff looked, he painted and placed and photographed them with enough detail that if I didn’t know it was fake I wouldn’t have guessed. Especially the angles he took the pictures at. The people figures, of course, always looked fake no matter how good he was but the buildings, trees, and rest were amazing.

“What?” Yanking the phone from him to get a better view, he’d painted and weathered the water tower so that it looked just like the one in their town. Minus the name change to HAPPSBURG in all capital letters. “Holy sh…” I held my curse back, “That looks exactly like it! If you got a better angle I would have thought it was just pictures of the thing.” The reason for me to suddenly remember to hold back my curse making me look around. “Where are the kids?”

“Dad’s.” Elaine whispered, checking out in the other room for mom, who would start bad mouthing dad if somebody brought up the subject.

“Whoa,” I let out, Elaine rolled her eyes at my shock.

“Better to get it out of the way now, he’ll drop them off tomorrow before dinner. Plus, you know what that means.” Motioning to her wine glass. “Momma can drink tonight!”

“Momma has already been drinking if she missed Hoobastank.” Martin smiling at my teasing of his wife but trying not to be seen doing it.

“Yeah, yeah whatever Stinkin Park.”

I flipped her off, all in fun, pulling my shirt off as I started towards the bathroom. My phone went off, it was Rickee answering my message from earlier. Her, Gwen, and Soap had been at some all day debriefing about the “Explosion” over at the corporate regional headquarters in Willow Rapids. But she was free now if I wanted to meet up. I messaged her that more of my family had shown up and I couldn’t get away now. She apologized a ton, sent me a couple of cute pictures of her looking sorry, ones that just so happened to show off an ungodly amount of cleavage.

I wasn’t going to take a return pic, right there in the open but the thought of sending one made me aware of my surroundings. My eyes flicking to my brother-in-law and sister. He was watching some documentary on TV, she was staring at me. Or… Not at me but at my body, if she had been looking at me she would have seen I was looking at her. Elaine sipped, stared, sighed, shook her head and stared some more.

Your imagination! I tried to tell myself but… But the rest of the potion was hidden in the locked trunk of my car. Still… Elaine was staring at me like she had taken a big gulp of it. Martin cleared his throat, but just a normal one not because he’d spotted what his wife was doing. She jumped, seemed about ready to babble an excuse when she saw her husband staring at the TV still, oblivious. Turning all red she did finally check me, my eyes. One of my eyebrows was up, she blushed deeper, then quickly finished her drink.

“Stop wandering around here half naked.” She growled on the way to the kitchen, giving me a shove that just so happened to start at (and squeeze) my pec, then rapidly go down to my abs. All of which were standing out all the more, like I’d done months of exercise instead of hours, it wasn’t vastly different but there was certainly more definition. “And take a shower Stinkin Park.”

I was happy to hurry away, both of us looking at each other, then away quickly as we saw the other looking. My dick was half hard in my jogging shorts, the only reason she hadn’t seen it was because my back was turned. No! I internally chided. Chided my dick and myself. Not her too! I had had a blip of a thought as we hugged, about how she was basically a twenty-three year old version of mom. Slender, with small breasts, no sign of the kids that were years in the past, and with almost the same hair color. And… And just really quick, I thought about the two of them making out naked and looking like one was a time traveling version of the other.

No. No! I repeated as I showered. She doesn’t want it! But even if she did, aren’t things complicated enough?

“You saved four people?” My sister asked me the second I got out of the bathroom.

“Huh?” Aware of what she was talking about but shocked she was asking it like this, angry.

“Your… girlfriend is here.”

“I’m not really his girlfriend. We’re just friends, we went to high school together and ran into each other at the coffee shop.” Samara said, stepping out from the main room to give me a wave, a bashful smile, and a shrug.

“Just bumped into each other,” Mom grumbled, really did look like a time traveling version of Elaine.

“Yeah right.” Aunt Allison finished, arms crossed and standing right beside her sister (wife) with the same expression. God damn! All three of them! Like some multiverse had spit out different versions of the same woman and they were all pissed at me.

Samara shrunk under it. I didn’t blame her.

“There was an explosion? And you saved her? And three of the workers too?” That was the story that they’d told, I couldn’t go against it, plus for sure Soap and I had saved Samara, she had been in a really bad place all alone under that negative onslaught. “You bastard! I hate you!”

“What?” I asked, feeling like we were kids again she stomped her foot and then stomped off to her room.

Elaine realized that was where Aunt Allison was staying (They probably would have given it to Elaine and the kids but it would have been more dangerous for her to sneak up from the basement to cuddle with mom and me at night, which neither of them had relented on.) came right back out of there in more of a huff. Into my room, which was my room again after her short possession of it. Coming out this time she was pissed at being embarrassed, charging right at me. Slapping her hands against my bare chest.

“Why do you have to be so damned hard to live up to? Huh? You got better grades than me! You were always more popular!” The grades part was true, but I was a nerd which seemed to directly contradict the second part. I started to shake my head but then because I wasn’t! I hadn’t been. By the end of high school I wasn’t popular but for the most part I was ignored rather than mocked. That was nice but not popularity in any way. “You went to University AND graduated! You’re the only kid mom and dad can brag about. Only good thing I did was give them grandkids and neither of them wanted to be grandparents that early.”

“Elaine!” Mom and I said at the same time, hers was chastising and mine was comforting.

“You go off to University and you… You get BETTER looking. You have an apartment with two awesome gay guys, you live in the city, I live in a smaller town than Defluer! You went to University, graduated and got this amazing job lined up. I’m a stay at home mom! Nobody is proud of that. Both my kids go to school, you know what I do when they’re gone? NOTHING! Takes me half an hour to clean the house, then I just lay around until the kids get home. He thinks I’m all run ragged because by the time he gets home I’m cooking dinner and helping the kids with homework. Only they don’t need my help, they got his brains. They got brains like YOU and him. And he offers to bring dinner home and I let him and… You’re having sex with busty Latina women, and who knows who else, she wants it so bad she came over here to see you under the disguise of giving you some thank you tamales.”

“Tamales?” I mean! Tamales! There were some great places to eat in Willow Rapids but the few with tamales had tasted like shit in comparison to the ones that Samara would occasionally sneak to me, knowing I liked them so much.

“Yeah, mom and…” Samara started, until Elaine let out a scream to make sure everyone knew she was still having a fit.

“I see your girlfriends.” She gave me another shove, up against the wall and sneered, made disgusting noises while rubbing her hands over my chest and arms. “They’re always hanging off of you. Beautiful, beautiful women like her.” Motioning back at Samara who looked over her shoulder to see if somebody else was there. “I’m stuck at home with the first guy who stuck it in me. Sure the sex is great, when we have it. But he’s always inside his damn head! I have to basically beg him. I don’t want to beg for it! I want to be wanted! Like your girlfriends want you! She drove around the neighbor for an hour trying to get the courage up to come in! I SAW HER CAR GO BY SIX TIMES!” Samara darkened at that, giving me another shrug that said it was true. “I hate you! I’m bored and boring! I told him I wanted to have another kid but only so he would fuck me more and I would have something to do during the day. So I would be too busy again to realize how fucking nineteen forties my fucking fucked up fucking loser life is.”

“Elaine. I’m…” I started.

“And so what? You caught me looking at you, so what?” Giving me another shove, this time leaving her hands, well she’d left her hands the other times too for a second or two but this time she really left them. Didn’t just mock feel me up, she grabbed my pecs, growled as she traced my abs with her thumbs. Behind her mom, Aunt Allison, and Samara all watched with envy, one of them gulping loudly. “You look this good… Of course I’m going to look! I think Martin is so cute but… But when I see you…” I wanted to say Martin came by his looks naturally, that I didn’t. But they wouldn’t believe that. “My body doesn’t care. You’re good looking, really good looking. And my brother. And…”

All three of the other women nodded, as if that wasn’t enough, at least two let out a purring almost miserable noise of agreement. Martin stepped into sight too, or maybe he had been there the entire time and just shifted enough that he registered. There had been a hint of blood flow down there! On him! At my sister wanting me, at her touching me. At mom and our aunt agreeing and not being jealous. At Samara not seeming to think a sister touching and admitting such things was weird enough to GTFO.

“But of course when you have women… Like her! And those others you post with. You’re not got want this boring…” Yanking her hooded sweatshirt open, underneath was a t-shirt from the grocery store in her town, and a pair of mom jeans. None of which… Was anything but boring. “Flat chested, housewife, of course you don’t. I’m… I’m doomed to live the most vanilla life and never…”

“Sweetie you’re beautiful.” It was mom who said that not Martin. Not Martin as it should have been. I liked the guy! It was bad enough what I was doing to Uncle Perry, who had always been sort of an ass, which didn’t warrant being cuckolded but… Helped my guilt. I couldn’t do that to Martin! Plus… I told myself it wasn’t ME who Elaine wanted, she wanted a guy LIKE me to want her, so she could feel good and shut him down once she was certain he was really into her. Elaine hissed at mom like a cat, like she had when she was super upset when we were young, mom went on anyway. “And you know how everyone says you’re my clone? Elaine? Didn’t you say it when you got here after we took our picture? That we look more and more alike?”

“Mom I…”

“Isn’t that what you said?”

“I…”

“Answer her young lady!” Aunt Allison jumped in, throwing off the old dynamic of it just being mom and Elaine going back and forth completely.

“Yes! It’s what I said and it’s what I think. But, I’m sorry to say this mom, but you haven’t had a boyfriend…”

“I don’t need one. Your brother has been ALL over me since he got home. He wasn’t even home… Wasn’t even in the door ten minutes before he was giving me the best sex of my life.” Mom was staring at me, smiling fondly, totally infatuated. My brain was numb, my ears ringing, my life was over. Either I would have to use the USB on everyone and basically become a super villain, or let this get out. Mom didn’t see Elaine staring at her, with shock and disgust. “I hugged him and… He smelled so good and then I felt him get hard, we were both a little embarrassed but we both had thought about it and we are both adults. So…” She reached out a hand to her sister, who hurried to take it. I could have cried, mom and her were basically doing what poor in a thruple Lucy couldn’t, going public. Not letting me be part of the decision. Now at least a part of the family knew. “Your aunt has been having a tough time, her and your Uncle are probably over, so your brother and I… We’re making her feel better.”

“I’ve never felt so sexy and beautiful as when your brother practically begged me to have sex with him.” The human memory was not as good as everyone thought it was, eye witnesses have been proven over and over to be one of the worst kinds of evidence. That was under normal circumstances! Where magic was involved, it seemed human memory strove to make things right, logical. To fit into a box that convinced the person who had experienced it. I could easily imagine mom and Aunt Allison together, throwing out comments here and there about how this all started. Liking the idea that it was me who wanted and took them rather than reality, which was the other way around. “Then he felt so bad about… Having both of us, he admitted to it and…”

“And we love him and each other, so it’s been the three of us for the last couple of days.” Mom finished with her sister nodding, they kissed in a very unsisterly fashion before first mom and then Aunt Allison reached out for me. “So you say he doesn’t want you but… We’re kind of proof that he does.” Only it wasn’t me, I was still locked up, the ring or my own cowardice, I was fighting the only valid option there. Run and never ever come back. It was Elaine they were reaching for, she let out a sob, stumbled towards them, they quickly took her hands. “We’ll share him with you.”

“While you’re in town.” Aunt Allison clarified, mom nodding, they were okay with this on a limited time basis.

“What about her?” Elaine asked of Samara, for sure hoping mom and our aunt would kick her out.

“Tits like that?” Samara was… Well not in her scrubs she had a low-cut top on that I would put good money on as being her most provocative. She wrapped her arms around them to hide them. “That face?” Getting quieter probably worried about it being somehow racist. “Being Latina… I don’t think your brother is gonna be done with her anytime soon. But don’t worry! Don’t worry, your brother has plenty enough for all of us.”

“Plenty!” Aunt Allison agreed.

“He does?” Pouting, wanting to believe.

“Yeah.”

“We mean that in EVERY way.”

“What about Martin?” I don’t know if Elaine saw me starting to say the same thing, motioning to her motionless husband, of if she just thought of him on her own. I hoped the latter.

The two sisters looked at each other, having some non-verbal conversation that only sisters and best (lady) friends could. Only they were slightly mistranslated this time, both of them saying. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t feel left out.”

“What?”

“I’ve kind of always had this fantasy.” Allison said, giving first her sister and then niece a look. “We had this moment at your wedding that I could never stop thinking about.”

“You did? What moment?”

“At the back of the chapel.” Martin said breathlessly, quietly I don’t know if it was supposed to be heard or not. Maybe I was the only one who did, besides Samara who was closer to him, her eyes darted to him and then the trio of my female horny relatives.

“After I stayed to clean up the reception. He forgot his watch and…” Allison blushed and looked at him, he blushed.

“Nothing happened!” They both assured. Whatever did happen it was more than nothing, but less than actually having an affair, neither said what.

“Uh! Even Martin is having kinky interactions with people!” My sister stomping her foot angrily.

“Who doesn’t think about their son-in-law, and like you said, he is really rather cute. Boyish and…” Mom admitted when her sister looked at her for why she had volunteered for Martin duty.

“You won’t be mad, will you Martin? At your wife if she and her brother…” Aunt Allison started.

“And the big breasted… Sorry what is your name?” Mom jumped in, where she stood she could see my former classmate.

“Samara.” Samara barely getting it out.

“And big breasted beautiful Samara.” My aunt went on. “If they go off together for a little while, while we have some fun with you?”

“N… N…” I could see he wasn’t going for a denial, he just didn’t want to walk into a trap that would get him doghoused for… forever.

“Please Martin!” Elaine cut in before he could fully say the word.

“Please?” He asked.

“Please! I want this! I need this! And… with you and mom and Aunt… It’ll be even. Even steven.” Her breathing nearing panic levels, she stared at him like she was ready to fall on her knees and beg.

“If this is what you want.” Bastard was more clever than I thought! His eyes flicked from my sister to the two sisters. He was playing it cool.

“It… It IS! And… The kids are gone and… It is. It is and… It’s sort of perfect!” My sister looked to me, smiled.

“Okay.” Martin said.

I stood there shell shocked as the three, who did look undeniably related (And had me really really hoping that at some point I would be in a bed with all three of them.) smiled at each other and let go hands. Elaine watching as mom and our aunt took her husband by his hands, leading him into mom’s bedroom. Both of them giving me partially apologetic shrugs, winks, and smiles for Elaine. Mom especially, I got her a lot more. She clearly thought this was the best for Elaine. I guess she would do anything for her kids, including share me. Probably already getting used to the idea when they for sure thought that every time I was out of their sight I was fucking lines of other women.

When they were gone my attention floated to my sister. Who was staring at the front of my towel, which of course was tented.

Madeline was right. This was all proof of that. Elaine hadn’t taken the potion, but here she was staring at my dick through the towel like she was going through a hundred thousand different fantasies. My family was just plain and simple fucked up. Fucking Uncle Terry wasn’t even related and he fit right in, having a long standing affair with his sister, who he’d knocked up. Aunt Allison and her new nephew-in-law had some sort of near miss affair. Aunt Allison had sucked dad off! I’d sort of blocked that out but it had happened! Not just her brother-in-law but her best friend’s husband. Something in the air, or water, or our genetics made us all horny incestuous sluts.

Madeline was right. No potion for Elaine and she wanted my dick. Mom and Aunt Allison… God I could have had them too, somehow convinced them, the potion had just been like… Like the old gamer magazines my dad had had in the basement, that my friends and I had looked through. One of the old games that dad had said he loved, didn’t have cheat codes but pass codes that you could put in and get back to whatever level you were last on. The potion had been AA252-66BBIIOO-070707 (or whatever) that got me past talking and seduction and probably still a lot of dumb luck to doing what was happening in so many porns, boning my mom. AA252-66BBIIOO-09090, had been getting my Aunt to fuck me the same day. Elaine… In a round about way the potion had helped that, by making mom and Aunt Allison so fucking infatuated with me, but Elaine was the dumb luck.

Elaine wanting it proved it was all actually possible. I wasn’t a monster.

“Is that real?” My sister asked reaching out to touch the tip through the white fluffy towel, not seeing Samara nod, but also look like maybe she didn’t believe. I could see, she might have thought her imagination was playing tricks on her.

“It’s…” I couldn’t answer because in a way, it wasn’t real. It wasn’t fake, but it wasn’t actually me. Jessica said me was small. So I just took the towel off, flipping it up over my shoulder. “Does it look real?”

“Wow! And I thought Martin had a big one.” Slowly she looked up to me, seeing my erection but realizing I hadn’t said anything in a while. “You wa… You wanna… have m…” Chickening out of that she asked instead, “You really… with Mom and Aunt Allison?”

“Yes.”

“And… Now… With me too?” Not the bratty angry Elaine but the bratty Elaine who was getting her way and being all cute about it.

“Yes!” Knowing I should feel ashamed but… Not.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Oh… I…” Samara clearing her throat a couple times, “I’ll go. I just wanted to drop that off and say thanks.”

Backing away, I… I almost let her go, I wanted her, bad! And I knew that she wouldn’t tell anybody. Just as important, she was into me enough that she would give me a chance later. I wanted it to be just my sister and me! That was so damning but I couldn’t fathom letting her go. After she’d done so much to get here. Was so brave. To go and know I was in here fucking other women that I seemingly wanted more than her. Hurting Samara like that… No! Even if I would try and make it up to her later.

“No,” Elaine pouting as soon as she my face, before the word was out. It was obvious she wanted it to be just us too, but while she could be a pouty brat… Elaine was a good person. She wasn’t always a brat. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but didn’t actually argue. Maybe she saw my mind was made up though, or had heard mom and knew. I was glad Samara was a cousin fucker, this was now my life it seemed, especially if there was no cure for that potion. I… It would be good to have somebody outside of the incest who understood. “You came all the way over here.” To Elaine I filled her in (hopefully soon I would be doing that in the other way.) on things. “Samara is Jessica’s best friend, she… She’s been reluctant to upset her friend over…”

“That was years ago girl!” To me. “Jessica was that bitchy goth?” I nodded, she shook her head. Back to Samara, “His first girlfriend? What in eighth grade? Statute of Limitations!”

“Exactly what I said!” Grinning at my sister, who grinned back, with was nice that we’d still be us afterwards, even if her eyes dropped to my dick and she licked her lips in lust.

“She’s so angry at me.”

“If she is then she’s not a friend. She just doesn’t… LOOK AT HIM!” The combination of how much Elaine wanted this, that Samara was being timid and not grossed out, and the noises coming from the open door of the bedroom had me throbbingly hard. “If she doesn’t want you to have him, him! Then she’s not a friend. She’s petty and wants to rob you… Girls like us…” Pointing to me. “We don’t…”

“Right?” Samara asked, they understood whatever it was.

“I was lucky to get Martin.”

“He’s so cute.” Samara instantly agreed.

“But in no universe should HE be interested…”

“In me.” They both finished as one, looking at me.

“He is.” I rasped, Martin was for sure getting a double blow-job in there, I could hear it and hear his disbelief. Walking over I grabbed Elaine, she was tall but if she weighed anymore than Soap I would be surprised. She had wanted to be wanted, to be taken, I threw her over a shoulder, would have grabbed Samara but she danced away. “Then get into that bedroom.”

“Oh my god Nerdvana!” Absolutely delighted but still having to play the roll of my being my sister. She flailed her legs, slapped lightly at my back, until she saw something she liked. “Holy shit look at that ass!”

Reaching down she was just able to get her fingers on it as I pointed Samara to keep moving ahead of me into my bedroom. My sister squirming the entire way as she tried to get a better feel. I let her as we got into the room, leaving the door open as well. I was jealous of Martin being in there with MY mom and MY aunt. Very aware of what Elaine had said, “I thought Martin had a big one.” He wasn’t AS big but I didn’t want him to compare at all! I wanted him to hear what I would do to his wife and the sexy big breasted stranger. (A stranger to him.) At the same time I was happy for Martin. He clearly wanted it, had a mother-in-law and aunt-in-law fantasy. (Who wouldn’t if their MiL and AiL were as hot as mom and aunt.) Plus… I wouldn’t feel bad about this, that I was cucking him. This was a fair swap. Not even! He was getting Aunt Allison and Mom, two of my lovers, I was only getting one of his.

“I’m glad you came over.” I told Samara, when she turned around to look at me at reaching my bedroom.

“You are?”

“Yes! I am.” Stepping forward, taking her, pulling her to me and kissing her. She had come over here and that meant she was all mine! It was fucking true too. I remembered the loving lusting way she had kissed Jessica, when I’d been in her best friend’s memory, she kissed me with even more of that. The kiss broke, our eyes fluttered open at the same time, there was such deep need in hers. Her fingers just barely touching my chest. “Mmm, I got a lot of regrets in my short life but not going for you is my biggest.”

“It was never any fair that we were perfect for each other but she got you first and so I could never have you, even when she threw you away!” More embarrassment on her face at letting that out, at admitting her own feelings for me.

“I hate to break up this moment but…” I gave Elaine a whack on her ass, she let out a yip and gave us another moment.

“My life is really complicated right now.”

“Mine too!”

“I want this to be about more than just sex.” She nodded, we kissed again but as it was ending I pulled my sister’s pants down. They were baggy enough that I don’t know how they stayed up on her to begin with, they fell like she had ten pound weights in all the pockets. “I said that to her not you Van Whore-ison.” I said to my sister, giving her now only panty covered ass another spank. “You’ll be just about the sex.”

“Mean!” But she let out a happy noise, worked with me, as I started the panties down.

The always subservient and clearly horny Samara didn’t even need to be told! I didn’t ask or… Still over my shoulder I massaged my sister’s tiny little ass, it wasn’t even as yummy as mom or our aunts, but it still made my cock throb in touching it. Even more as Samara leaned in, I guess taking my spreading of Elaine’s cheeks as an invitation, began running her tongue through.

“OH! Oh mother fucker! This is happening! Kinky stuff is… That feels good! Oh fuck that feels good!” Samara put her hands overtop mine to feel up my sister’s butt, nuzzled deeper in. I could see my classmate’s tongue roll over my sister’s asshole, up and down. Then push at the backdoor, unable to get in but both of them enjoying the trying. “I like that too!” Samara swirling her tongue down, down over the bifkin, and to my sister’s lightly hairy pussy. “Oh my god now you’re kissing?”

At Samara giving me what I wanted, a taste of my sister right off her tongue. It wasn’t because I was tired that I tossed the little blonde down onto the bed. If it was possible to fall in love with somebody while your mom and aunt fucked your brother-in-law across the hall while moments away from having a threesome with your sister and your ex-girlfriend’s best friend, I did it. A little, not all the way but as I pulled Samara’s blouse off I saw that her pants were scrubs. They were probably washed or ordered wrong and she just hadn’t been able to throw it away. The blouse had been hip length so the scrub pants had looked like leggings, they were tight. I… I really fell for her even before she tried to cover up the tell tale strings. I batted aside her defenses, pulled the string, giving her a commanding point to tell her to strip, before a growl of appreciation as to what caramel skin was showing.

Leaving her to that, I climbed onto the bed with my sister. She… eager and sexy, was flopping around, trying to get naked. Too eager she hadn’t even gotten the sweatshirt off before trying to get the t-shirt too. I meant to kiss her but that fucking pussy! MY SISTER’S! Mom and daughter. I’d eaten Jessica and her mom in one day. It was the opposite but the same now, Mom this morning and now my sister.

“Westley!” Thrashing harder to get free, when she tried to look down to see her brother about to go down on her but adorably her sweatshirt flopped over her face.

Her legs were so much like mom’s but she didn’t smell the same, there was something sweet about my sister. That followed through in taste as I gave her a lick, legs in my hands I started on her asshole and then up all the way through her gash. She had almost the perfect pussy shape, like the kind in drawings. Clitoris at the top with pink inner folds coming down from it, parting slowly to hint at her entrance, ending just before her fourchette.

“Wes! Stop torturing me! I want to see! I want to see! I need to see… My hot brother… Please!” Thrashing around angrily, only getting herself more tangled up in her shirt. Laughing I gave that hole a lick, she had thick quim like Aunt Allison. (I gave her two thumbs up!)

“You’re such a dork.” I told her, it was all compliment, as I freed her, it wasn’t JUST her shirt she’d tried to get before the sweater but the bra too!

“Shut up! I told you I was bor…” I kissed her, hand relishing over her slender body, taking hold of her tiny breast. While she lay there limp, legs spread, arms flailed out, she pushed her head up off the mattress to kiss me back. Somehow I didn’t end up inside her, which is what I wanted to be when the kiss broke. We panted and stared at each other, “Kiss me again Ff-Huck Berry.”

Not only returning to a our Band thing, or a maybe it was all things musical, but pulling out the Family Guy Cool Whip over pronouncing the H sound. I happily kissed her again. My sister eagerly kissed me back in the weird way of hers, laying there with only her head being up and mouth being VERY active saying she was into it. Samara knelt on the bed, I felt it lower and knew I was going to keep her forever when all I did was shift to the side and she went right for Elaine’s diet fuzz box.

“Mmm!”

“UHHH!”

The first one was Samara, enjoying what she was tasting, when her light touch became a clamp my sister broke our kiss to moan out. Able to move her arms now, free of the tops, she got them behind her some. Pushing to stare down at her cunt getting lapped. Grinning I kissed my way down her neck, chest, to her tits. They were so fucking small! I mean I’d seen a lot of them over the last few days, all different sizes. (Almost as much as I’d seen in my entire life!) Hers were the smallest. They maybe came out as much as Aunt Allison’s but my sister did not have the same diameter. They did have pretty pink areolas, that were lined in purple, with red pencil eraser nips. That could not help but attached myself to. Basically sucking in her entire breast and letting it pop loudly free.

“Do the other one!” She begged, so I did, but she pushed me away as soon as it was free. “Don’t block my view! Look! There is a girl licking my pussy!” Dropping her voice low, knowing it was wrong but unable to help herself. A lot like mom had, she smiled and happily whispered, “A Spanish girl!” A delighted embarrassed laugh escaped her. “I’m having interracial sex!”

“Jesus.” I growled.

“Your… Your sister tastes really good Westley.” Shifting to the side while pushing my sister’s legs apart.

“Too good to share?”

“I’ll share everything with you.” Darkening instantly after that was out.

“I feel the same way Sam.” Gave the corner of her mouth a kiss before both of us dragged our tongues through my sister much as Rickee and I did for Samara, and Samara and Soap had done for Gwen.

“Oh god! Mother fucking god damn!” Elaine’s head fell back, before it hit the mattress she let out a weird squeak. Done while inhaling! Both Samara and I popping up to make sure she was okay. The noise stopped and my sister’s head popped back up, her expression baffled. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”

“She’s coming,” Samara surmised.

“That’s new.”

“Cute.”

I couldn’t agree more, both of us giving each other literal but not metaphoric side eye as she started doing it again, two seconds after our tongues went back to work. I also couldn’t agree more than I liked not only how my sister tasted, the gooey quality, but also doing this with the naked Samara right up against me. I stroked a hand over my sister and another over my fellow eater. We mostly divided top and bottom, neither of us afraid of slapping our tongues over my sister’s puckered and appreciative backdoor while we were in the down position.

Giving Samara’s booty a pat signaled her, I really didn’t think Elaine was going to stop us but she was ripping at the sheets. First by her knees, then slapping her hands around before her nails found purchase somewhere else, and she’d yank there. So I wasn’t surprised that we didn’t get called out and that she was all approval as we kissed our way up her slender form, both of us making her bounce a little as we dual sucked her tiny tits.

“Martin! Martin GIVE IT TO YOUR MOMMY!” My mother called from the other room, I could lean a little bit to see out the door and into mom’s room. She was on all fours, whatever they’d done to Aunt Allison she was cashed out, watching in a daze. “GIVE IT! GIVE IT!”

“This is so awesome!” Not jealous as I thought she would be, as I was a little bit, trying to see what was happening until she caught sight of Samara’s big tits hanging. “Oh wow! ALL the boys must want those.”

“No boys get them, not really.”

“Just…” Batting her eyes at Samara, oh so gently coaxing the woman upward. “Just my brother? My brother and…” Listening for a second as mom came in the other room, then back to those tits. “My brother and me get them today?”

“Yeah.” And Samara fed her brown nipples to my sister’s pink lips, I just knelt there softly kissing Elaine’s arm and watched. Samara letting out a soft moan of pleasure when Elaine switched nipples. “I like that!”

“I… I want to make out with you.” Elaine begged leaving both Samara’s nipples hard and wet with her spit.

“Okay.” All eagerness and it wasn’t just to please (me) but because she wanted it too!

I just lay there, it was fucking hot but also they both clearly needed all the new experiences they could get. There were a couple of fumbles, Samara had a little experience with this sort of thing but one happened a couple years ago and the other was probably a blur of too much happening all at once.

Sam was wet, so wet, she didn’t think she’d ever been so wet in her life. I mean I couldn’t JUST lay there, I had my hand on her big beautiful butt. My cock was raging hard, leaking pre-cum, while the smacking sounds of the girl on girl make out filled the room. They both looked so good, but Samara especially. I could see her eyes rolling up each time Elaine dominated her with her tongue, or sucked on her plump bottom lip. She was to the point where she didn’t want JUST the make-out anymore.

My sudden surprise was echoed in her, she realized it at the same time I did, it hadn’t came on right away but that connection that I thought was only because of the Gray Ghoul’s presence. Elaine hardly noticed that Samara locked up as we both waited for the crash of negative emotion, it didn’t come. My once classmate was a few seconds ahead of me, the fear puffed away, leaving only contentment. She was glad we had this connection back.

And she wanted me to fuck her.

There was some color at her cheeks, a bit embarrassed at knowing I knew how much she needed and WANTED my dick. Feeling it was an ache that might never be quenched, one that went back years. All as Elaine was sucking on her ear. I rose without letting go, not sure if the connection would break and reset if I did. Samara letting out a delighted noise at how fucking hot I thought her ass was. It drew out at the wash of my arousal at seeing my lightly tanned hands running over her caramel colored skin. Up her back, down, pulling her booty apart to see her dark backdoor and a hint of her glistening entrance.

“You gonna put it in her Fhuck Berry? I want to watch.” Elaine all excitement, I thought she would come around behind me, out from Samara to watch from the side, instead she wiggled down. Both Samara and I doing the same thing at the same time. Lifting our right knees off the mattress and planting our right foot instead. Most people wouldn’t have enough room but Elaine was slender and she easily fit. “Mother trucker bro you got her all wet.”

“We. We got her all wet.” I corrected.

“WE!” Loving that she was part of it. “She’s literally dripping wet. Literally.”

“Oh jesus yes!” Samara let out at Elaine taking a long lick of her.

“Oh my fuck I love that! Jesus with that accent!”

“Right? So hot!”

“SO HOT!” Elaine fervently agreed

I could feel that it wouldn’t take poor Samara very long, it wasn’t her thought but at another lick from my sister I could feel the orgasm inside her, to me it seemed like a balloon. It was already so full each touch from us siblings or compliment made it fill a little more. Elaine’s licks, her tongue sloshing side to side as she went for taste more than giving pleasure, those were like blasts from an air compressor.

“Let me.” Grabbing my cock she went to put it right in, but got distracted.

Rubbing the tip through Samara’s gash, almost got the tip in, then leaned up to take a lick of the mixed fluids. My pre-cum and Samara’s quim, my linked lover’s hands digging into the sheets. Realizing how close her orgasm was as well. So she didn’t mind as Elaine dropped her head back to the mattress, still holding my dick and milking out pre-cum into her mouth.

“Mmmm!”

“Fuck yes.” It was so fucking nice, not just my sister taking me into her mouth, but the link between Samara and me. It was purely instinct, politeness, the link. She shifted forward slightly moving her big butt out of the way for me to see. Elaine massaged my balls, stroked me, and purred as she took me in her mouth again. It was barely in but I couldn’t keep back a groan, or, “Oh Twisted Sister that’s fucking nice.”

“Me sucking your big fatty?”

“Yes!” Both Samara and I answered, there was a feedback loop of arousal between us. At first I couldn’t be sure, but then I picked it out, the idea that she was watching a sister suck a brother’s dick was a huge turn on for her. I groaned as Elaine bobbed her head on it, eyes going up to Samara’s pussy. She was humping the air, just a bit, Elaine realizing she was robbing the other woman. “Thank you!”

“Slow!” Elaine slapping her hands on my thighs after getting the tip in, groaning even louder than Samara.

“Jesus! This is the best.” Not only did she say that with the Spanish accent but IN Spanish. It wasn’t an exact translation but I could feel enough of her intent to know what she said.

“Oh my GOD! SHE IS SO HOT!” Not letting me do anything but a slow fuck, which I guess helped Samara last, a little longer than she would have.

I was getting the sensation of having me inside her, filling her up to the max. Feeling her surety that she would never want anything bigger. Knowing that the only other thing she’d had inside herself was her fingers and her cousin. Feeling how I was barely handling what I felt, my cock sliding into her tight cavity, the sight of her as she pushed herself hard against me. Her cheeks shifting about as she angled left and right working herself against me until Elaine signaled me to back out.

“Let’s make her come Boner Jovi! Let’s make her come!” Said while she had me all the way back, just the tip of the tip inside Samara. Licking from my testicles, up the underside of my shaft, trying to get her tongue up around the cap into the cunt, and then to the other woman’s clit. Giving it a hard suck before, “Fuck her!”

I did, grabbing the Latina woman’s hips before slamming forward. Out and then back in. My balls coming to rest on my sister’s chin was a constantly arousing reminder. Which I didn’t need because her hands came up around Samara, arching the other woman’s back as a consequence of pulling herself up into that pussy. Made Samara’s butt a hundred times hotter, which she felt and was just enough to drop the hammer on her orgasm.

“SI! JESUS SI! SI! YES!” Elaine puppetted me again, dropping to the mattress to watch, pulling her hands aside to let me give Samara a few quick thrusts, then either stopping me from entering all the way, or stopping me from leaving. Which did draw out the woman’s orgasm, the need and receive. She was pretty good without a link, I could feel Samara loved it but it wasn’t exactly what would have been best. “Oh si. Yes, I… That was the biggest climax of my entire life.”

“Yeah?” Elaine had sort of slithered half out and partly atop the other woman, pulling her cheeks apart to see my cock inside from the top angle.

“Si.” Doing it that time up purpose, knowing we loved it.

“Boner Jovi, you should marry this one.” Elaine joked.

Samara spasmed at the comment, not thinking it a joke. Not freaked out by it, not like she should have been. Sure we’d been secret but consistent friends in high school and even though she kept saying she was waiting for a Jessica yes of approval before she would date me, we had been talking a lot for the last couple days. And maybe the years between then and now had been an empty pit she didn’t want to think too much about, but… Well she didn’t want it NOW but I got spikes of satisfaction and relief as I assumed she was imagining the proposal, wedding, and the decades to come.

“Especially if she’s cool with you fucking your mom and aunt. We’re going to have to talk over how that happened by the way. And I want this,” Indicated the three of us. “EVERYTIME I’m in town.” Elaine was wiggling me around in Samara too much, stroking the length of cock not just inside. Moving it around to see Samara’s reaction. “Aww!” Pouting as Samara pulled away, or more accurately collapsed forward. “MMmm!”

“Every time,” My sister curling up to happily suck my Samara soaked cock. I knew it was more for her than me, I was completely happy with that, it was a more endearing greed than what Jessica had. Elaine sucking my dick because it turned HER on, loving the flavor left all over it. “I totally agree!”

“I’m gonna hold you to it! Every time! You sure you’re gonna want to, with me, every time.” Sliding out from under us, angling away from Samara where she could stretch out and give me a good view of her nakedness. All slender limbs and form. If she wasn’t my sister and I saw her at a party would I go over and try and pick her up? Probably not, but… She was very lovely, very sexy, and she wasn’t a stranger. She was my sister and I don’t think the Ring of Horn and Holly had anything to do with me being a pervert and getting extra turned on by the wickedness of incest. It was obviously genetic, “Because I’m clearly not her!”

“I don’t want you to be. And I’m very sure.” No hesitation at all. “Very very sure I want you, lots.”

“Good!” Motioning me to come get her.

She gave me a few kisses, I thought it was going to be another make-out session because she kept pulling me into another one. Then her arm slipped between us, found my manhood, aimed it and I entered her. It was genetic. It fucking had to be, we more or less kept eye contact as I slid up into her. An impish grin growing on her so familiar pleasant face. Hand coming out from between us, both of them grabbing my ass at the end and pulling me in with her heels pressing me in harder. Heels OVER hands, showing she hadn’t lost her gymnastic moves.

“You’re finally inside me!” As if wondering that had been what I had been thinking and giving me confirmation.

“Yes, finally inside my Twisted Sister.” It was an old standby that was even more fitting now.

Lifting up, lips rubbing my ear as she spoke in the whisper that was only for me, “The first time I masturbated was with the hand-towel you always came into.”

“Now your sexy body and tight pussy can be that hand-towel.” I growled back at her, feeling her my words tightened pussy her down on me, she dragged herself to me more than I thrust up at her.

“YES!” It was so fucking wrong and it turned her on so fucking much. Then again as I started really giving it to her, “YES!”

While there was nothing to bounce sexily on her, except perhaps her hair, I had to hold her. Even with her hands and heels clamped down on me I still had to grab her shoulders and pull her back. Her lean light body kept wanting to fly away. Instead I flew away inside her. Both of us using each other’s names more in those minutes than we had in maybe a decade since we started our stupid Band nickname game. The tightness of her was just right that I just couldn’t stop myself from hammering into her as fast as I could. Despite both of us clinging to each other we ended up at the side of the bed, her head hanging over. Coming up to stare at me, then falling over the edge to cry my name out loudly.

There was no reset, maybe it had been the days between touching each other that had caused the slow boot up. I felt Samara as soon as she touched me. On purpose, seeking out what it felt like for me to be in my sister. I let out a groan louder than ever at how turned on she had been watching us. It dropped to Darth Vader-esque depth at the feel of her fingers finding her clitoris. Once a week, I knew that at most she allowed herself to masturbate only once a week. Probably guilt, whatever it was for sure was too complicated for the link. I didn’t know what but did know she had never thought she would ever do the thing she purposely limited herself to, even though nobody but her would ever know, in front of people. Or where they could see her.

“Mommy! He’s fucking me so good!” My head was already moving up, because Samara had seen them, when Elaine spoke.

“I told you!” Aunt Allison nodding in agreement.

All three were standing there. Elaine’s mouth told me a few heartbeats before I felt myself surge with the sensation of my own impending orgasm. It did this quirky thing that was surprise and relief at the same time, she was about to come. Minutes stolen from us by the fact that she got extra turned on by the audience. She WANTED it to end while they were still there, not just Martin but mom and our aunt.

“I’m coming mommy! Hubby! Hubby my brother is making me come like you did in my mommy!” Pointing as her voice rose several octaves, there was semen running out from mom’s pussy, down her thighs.

“It was so good! It’s gonna be so good for you too.” More emotion in Martin than I think I’d ever heard.

“Hubby! Mommy! Aunty!” Elaine reaching out for them, it was a little off putting as she hugged the older relatives around the waist, pulling herself upright to suck her husband’s limp dick. She swallowed it all up, I knew it wasn’t for him, she liked the dirtiness of it while getting fucked, as well as tasting the remnants left on it. It was even more spit covered when she coughed it out. “BROTHER!”

“Come honey! COME!” Martin urged.

I think she had been the entire time. The magic inside the ring telling me it was time. That Madeline had hinted at. Only while it was programmed to hit her while she was coming, for “proper” impregnation, I knew she was already there and so it was my turn.

“Get back Martin! He’s gonna blow!” Mom warned, Aunt Allison already pushing him back, he looked a little offended.

“Oh shit yes! SAM! Fucking cover my sister! YES!” The Latina sliding up behind me, to take my cock before it even left my sister, kissing my shoulder while looking over it.

Her hand was still rubbing away at herself, but my orgasm carried her to hers. So that hand slapped around at my chest, dropped to my abs so she could leverage herself to rub her gash at my ass. All while barely concentrating enough to keep jerking me off as I came. Not just on my sister but on my aunt and my cum leaking mother.

“YES! I’M NOT BORING! I’M A BROTHER FUCKER! INTERACIAL… OH GOD YES!” Elaine twisting left and right to kiss at and suck on our mom and aunt at the hips and ribs, but never taking her eyes from my cock the erupted over and over.

I could feel Samara’s surprise that it kept coming. That so much blasted out each time. One of them hit mom right in the nipple and Samara practically orgasmed anew at the sight of my mom running her fingers skipping from her inner thighs, up to her breast, and then to her mouth. Relishing in the mixture of son and son-in-law. Samara nearly bit my shoulder to contain herself.

“Dear god!” Martin huffed.

“Look at me! Look at me, I’m not a boring housewife anymore! No, no, no.”

“No.” Martin agreed, I don’t think he was turned on by it, he looked like he was doing the math on how impossibly huge my magically enhanced load was.

“No, not boring anymore. You’re just like us!” Mom rasped, proving they were all aligned in their debauchery as her and Aunt Allison moved in to lick Elaine clean, Martin leaning left and right as much trying to catch how much was there to add it to his mental list as to watch the dirty act happen. I didn’t think he was sure, the arousing raunchiness of our family members working to my advantage as the two older women slurped and swallowed the evidence of my unscientifically abundant load. “El… Okay!” Because Elaine had grabbed mom’s hips and come up between her legs, fully cementing her whorishness by cleaning her husband’s ejaculate out of mom, well off her thighs and then a couple licks of it out of her before mom stumbled back. Martin had done a good job on her. “Your husband is a really good lay.”

“I know! It’s always great,” The pride turning to pout. “When he gives it to me.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Nobody was really looking at him, Samara was. There was suspicion in her at some expression that crossed over his face. I saw a hint of it when he ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ll try… I’ll do better from now on. I’ll be more aware that you have needs.”

“I have lots and lots of needs! Martin, it’s still okay if Pearl Jam…”

“Oh fuck that’s a good one.” Knowing exactly where my sister was going with that, Jam as in the food not the synonym to rock out. Pearl as in the color of semen, the semen I’d blasted all over.

“I know!” We fist bumped; Martin blinking, Allison confused, mom rolling her eyes, and behind me Samara only now jealous of this connection between another woman and I. Just a hint. Going back to her pouty needy tone that Martin locked back onto. “Well, would it be okay if Pearl Jam keeps helping fulfill those needs? I don’t want to become boring, ever again.”

“Yeah, I don’t… Not around the kids or whatever but…”

“Of course not!” Actually a little pissed that he would even suggest that, he put his hands up in fear and apology.

“And mom?” Elaine boldly asked, clearly taking the fact that mom had licked her and only backed away from the wicked cleaning because she was over fucked.

“I won’t stop you.” He whispered.

“And Aunt Allison?”

“Yeah her too.” He rasped.

“When they recover from the good good fucking you clearly gave them.” Maybe to soften all that she was asking for.

“Uh, yeah.” Sheepish Martin coming back, he rubbed at the back of his neck, his hand coming around to hide himself.

“And Samara?” She was behind me but I knew she smiled in delight. Both because Martin made it very clear he was extra turned on by the idea of his wife and her together AND because it was my turn to bubble with jealous. “You can watch.” Then looking from me to Samara, “He can watch?”

While he rasped out a long non-committal Martin brand answer Samara whispered in Spanish, having sensed that I had some understanding of it. I got, “No worries.” and “You’re the only guy” and “Whatever girl you want to share.” I felt so hypocritical but it soothed me. Confused me, was it the bond forged by ‘The Explosion’? The fact that we were emotionally synced, at least when touching? I loved Mom, Aunt Allison and Elaine, they were my family and hot and great fucks. Rickee and Misses Soder, I was drawn to, wanted to return to. But Samara and… And even Soap stood out in my head, a little. Samara though, she shone.

“Solo tu.” She told me, over and over, kissing my neck and shoulder, holding my mostly deflated member.

Notes from the Author

Martin has a Happsburg spin-off that I hope to get to someday. So just know that I was building the idea of that story, into this one. He’s not so innocent as he seems, but he isn’t bad. I think I hinted enough about it in this one to give you readers some idea of what things with him might be. At least the idea of him being too “distracted” to fulfill his very horny wife.

Martin and Elaine were the reason for the delay in this one. There is always a hit when you do a “L0ving Wives” type of story and I really tried to think of a way around it. I just felt like if I ever get to Martin’s story, it will be much more fulfilling with this little hint here. So here it is. Left in.

Also I’ve officially changed Cedar Rapids to Willow Rapids, not that anybody is paying that close attention but me. We can call it the Mandela Effect on my DLU (Defluer Literotica Universe) here.

I don’t speak Spanish, I do Google English to Spanish, so sorry that things are and will be bad in that regard.

Hope you enjoyed the read, hope you’re fucking to your hearts content. Be nice out there.