Incest stories: Life in Pieces – Chapter 2 – by Dark Triad

Kelly’s moaning an pulsating pussy squeezing my cock as she orgasmed brought me out of my day dream. I pushed deeper into her and squeezed her breasts kissing hard as I pumped her full of hot cum. I stayed deep inside her until her pussy had milked the last of my cum and my cock softened and slid from her pussy. Our juices were running down her thighs and Kelly reach under her dress and wiped some up with two fingers. She put the fingers in her mouth and smiled at her sister Julie.

Julie just smiled back knowing she would know the joys of sex soon. Katelyn seemed lost in her own world again. I squeeze Kelly right to me nibbling on her neck while she continued sucking cum and juice from her fingers. My mind wondered back again to our childhood.

Things were pretty normal after Katelyn and the girls moved into the pool house. Mom was always drunk and mean to Katelyn and the girls. Dad was always working but did spend time with me when he was home. Katelyn raised me being both a mother and big sister to me and I was very protective of Kelly and Julie like a big brother. Things started to change when I turned 12 and started puberty. Katelyn was only 22 and still young and beautiful. Given all that we had shared I was becoming sexually attracted to her but Kelly was only seven and looked up to me like I was god which attracted me to her.

I think that’s when I realized I was different, I was more attracted to the power and control I had over Kelly than any sexual or emotional feelings to Katelyn. Katelyn also noticed that I was becoming sexually attracted to her. She started dressing more conservatively and constantly talked about how beautiful Kelly was growing up to be which pushed me towards Kelly.

When I was fourteen Kelly and Julie’s grandparents, Justin’s parents came around to visit the girls. I overheard their conversation with Katelyn, they wanted to take the girls away from her saying she was unfit and couldn’t support them especially since she wouldn’t be a nanny much longer. I’m sure this was my mother’s doing but they visited once more. The cops showed up several day later to tell Katelyn they had died in a fire at the hotel they were staying in, apparently someone across the hall from them had started the fire.

A couple of teenagers getting high had started the fire but the fire quickly consumed a cleaning cart outside their door blocking any escape. The only other way was a fifteen story drop out a window. They arrested the kids but nobody knew who threw the party or started the fire, all they knew was they got a text about a party. They didn’t care for the girls too much though because they left them nothing in the will, dad offered to sue the hotel on their behalf but I told him not too. That would have given Katelyn freedom had they won.

The next major point was when I was 15, mom and dad were arguing about Katelyn and the girls. Dad liked Katelyn and the girls, I think he liked the positive atmosphere she brought to the home since mom was always drunk.

“He’s fifteen he doesn’t need a nanny” mom says.

“I know but you know how he is with them, he’ll never let us send them away” was dad’s reply.

“I don’t care the bitch and those urchins had better be gone by end of the week and he can go with her if he likes” mom says.

Mom drank herself too death that night, not literally but she died driving drunk going out for more liquor. I was taking the trash to the can when the police cars arrived to tell dad. Dad watched as I threw the trash out while the officers talked to him. I would see him later from my window digging thru the bag on liquor bottles in the trash can.

I moved Katelyn and the girls into the main house the next morning, Dad acted funny but said nothing about it. Dad started drinking more and seemed to never be home after moms death. Even when he was home he stayed locked in his room only coming out for meals.

Kelly was starting to hit puberty at 10 and started calling me her boyfriend and saying she was going to marry me one day. Katelyn didn’t discourage her but instead fostered the relationship. When Kelly’s period started Katelyn made a point to always say how she was a women now. That’s when I realized I had control over Katelyn and she was trying to use Kelly to control me.

She left us alone in Kelly’s room always knocking before she came in and gave Kelly the birds and bees talk. She was dependent on me to support her and the girls. I didn’t need a nanny anymore and the only reason she was still around was because I wanted them there. I almost stepped across that line before I realized what she was doing. If I had slept with Kelly then she had control of me thru Kelly or the threat of the legal consequences of being with Kelly.

Katelyn never dated, she had tried once when I was 8 but I became very angry at her and stopped talking to her until she stopped. She tried again when I was 16, I’m sure fearing that she needed some security for her and the girls. I wasn’t emotionally hurt by it, it was the idea of losing control that upset me the most. I started dating girls from school and bringing them around the house to hurt Kelly and get back at Katelyn. I would kiss Kelly and get her worked up emotionally then bring another girl home and destroy her.

“Why are you doing this Kelly” Katelyn asks as a tear streams down her cheek.

“Why are you dating that douch bag” I reply with a question.

“I have our future to think about” she says breaking down in tears.

“That future won’t include me” I say walking away leaving her crying.

That evening I had a girl over when Katelyn knocked on my door. “Come in” I yelled.

“Can we talk” she says turning her head as the girl tries covering up.

“I think you made yourself clear earlier” I say.

“I broke up with douch bag and I won’t date ok” she says crying.

“Did you fuck him” I ask looking in her eyes to see if she’s lying.

“No” she replies softly.

“Get out I’m done with you” I tell the girl hiding under the blanket.

Katelyn just stared at me for several minutes as the girl scampered out the room. She suspected what I was doing with Kelly but didn’t want to believe it but now there was absolutely no doubt left in her mind. I was manipulating her daughter to control her, I laid in bed that night alone thinking. It wasn’t sexual, I didn’t do it to force a sexual relationship with Katelyn or Kelly. It was all about the power, control, and manipulation that I wanted. The next morning I acted like nothing ever happened and resumed letting Kelly be my girlfriend. Katelyn tried to act normal but it was always in the back of her mind.

I was 17 when the next major incident happened, I had started asserting my control over Katelyn again. I was telling her what to wear, dressing like a little slut especially when we went out in public. At home she was only allowed to wear enough clothes to barely cover her body, usually panties and a tight t-shirt. I didn’t come out and tell her what to wear I used Kelly who would do whatever I asked of her. Katelyn quickly realized either her or Kelly would be dressing as I wanted.

My father came home extremely drunk after a few weeks of Katelyn dressing in just panties and a t-shirt and tried forcing himself on Katelyn. He tried playing the she owed him card and he would put her out on the street. She feared me and what I would do to Kelly more than my father and fought him. I heard the ruckus busted the door open, Katelyn weighed about a hundred pounds soaking wet so she was no match for dad. I watched dad pin her down and force her legs apart as she struggled. I listened to her cry and beg him to stop waiting until he was fixing to enter her. I could see the look on her face when she felt his cock push against her pussy. I pulled him off her before he could enter her and easily chocked him until he passed out.

Dad must have gotten up during the night and still being so drunk fell down the stairs and broke his neck. There was an investigation but all his co-workers said how drunk he was when he left the bar that night. Several even commited they were surprised he didn’t die driving home. I was 17 so Katelyn was allowed to be my guardian and the trust fund would pay all the expenses until I turned 18 and received full access. I let Katelyn take the master bedroom.

Katelyn never said a word to the cops but she had her suspicions about dad and arranged for me to see a psychologist. She played it off as grief counseling but I knew what she was up to. I pushed back and started having Kelly dressing like a little whore and wearing just panties and a t-shirts around the house like her. I wasn’t long before she decided I no longer needed grief counseling.

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