“Wanna know why they call me Cat?” Rosina asked with a seductive smile as Rebecca leaned on Rosina and recovered from her orgasm.
“Sure,” Rebecca replied, looking lovingly into Rosina’s eyes.
“Let me ride Master’s cock and I’ll show you,” Rosina said with a seductive tone of voice.
Rebecca’s eyes went wide as she thought of that very thing, of actually watching them have sex. A shudder went down her spine as Rebecca climbed off of Owen’s cock and sat down to the side, the thought of seeing a brother and sister have sex was too wicked to miss.
Rosina swiftly moved into position over Owen’s cock and she faced away from Owen. in the same position that Rebecca had been in. Rebecca’s eyes were glued to Owen’s cock as Rosina watched Rebecca’s face while she lowered her pussy onto her Master’s cock. When sister was fully impaled on her brother’s cock Rosina let out a satisfied sigh, not unlike the sound a drug-addict makes when they get their next fix. Rosina had long known and accepted that she was an addict for her Master’s cock.
Rebecca watched in wonder as Rosina lifted herself up and then back down on Owen’s cock, again and again. It wasn’t long before the Rebecca had an answer to why Rosina was called Cat, because soon she started to moan and make her trademark catlike sounds. Rosina had her eyes closed and was lost in her own world of pleasure as she bounced as hard and as fast as she could.
Rebecca strained to keep her composure and not get involved, not do anything to Rosina in front of Master. The enticing sight of the rhythmic bouncing of Rosina’s breasts were too much of a draw and Rebecca moaned out her frustration as she moved up and latched onto Rosina’s left breast and started to suck on it while her lover fucked the man they both loved. Rosina moaned out in passion as she grasped a handful of Rebecca’s hair and held the woman’s mouth to her breast.
Owen had of course been awake for some time by now and had enjoyed the bonus of the “good morning fuck” from not one but two women. Now, he was close to cuming, he wanted to finish things up, properly, and take Cat with him. Owen grasped Rosina’s hair, (something he knew drove her wild) and started to thrust up into her at a fast pace. Rosina was constantly squealing her excitement as she clutched Rebecca’s mouth hard to her own breast, almost suffocating the woman. When Owen moaned and slammed up into his Sister’s pussy one last time, emptying his load into her eager pussy, it was all over for Rosina. The heat of the moment and knowing that she had brought her Master pleasure, drove her over the edge and she came, and came hard.
When it was all over, Rosina clutched Rebecca for support as she recovered from her orgasm. Both women smiled at each other the happy, satisfied and conspiratorial smile that both women knew intimately the pleasures of the cock Rosina was impaled on. Owen nudged Rosina and she started to get off of Owen. When Rosina was seated on one side of Owen and Rebecca was seated on the other side of Owen, both women looked at Owen’s slick cock and winked at each other. They had just started to move towards Owen’s cock with the obvious intent to lick it clean, when a voice spoke up from behind.
“Oh no you don’t!” Taryn said and instantly both Rebecca and Rosina glanced at the door to see Taryn leaning against the doorframe. “We don’t have time! You two go rinse yourselves off quickly, breakfast is on the table,” Taryn commanded as she nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll take care of that,” she added with a smirk.
“Yes, Mistress Red,” Rosina and Rebecca replied submissively, in unison.
Rosina and Rebecca got off the bed; Rosina picked up both of their towels and carried them with her into the bathroom. When Rebecca had exited the bedroom, she noticed Karen standing not too far off, wearing a cheeky grin on her face.
“So much for the ‘Flannel Pyjama’ defence, eh Mouse?” Karen said in a light-hearted tone of voice with a giggle.
“One night with Master and she seems to be a brand new woman,” Veronica teased in a similarly playful tone of voice as she looked at Rosina who had started the shower going.
The moan from Owen drew Rebecca’s attention and the sight was exactly what she had expected she would see, but it was no less shocking. There, lying across the bed was Taryn, her body was straight as an arrow with her mouth at Owen’s groin and her feet dangling off the end of the bed. Rebecca watched as a mother repeatedly bobbed her head up and down on her son’s cock and again. Yet even the moral side of Rebecca could see the love and devotion they had for the other. Taryn was looking right into Owen’s eyes as she gave him his second blowjob of the morning. Yet, anytime Taryn wrapped her lips around her Master’s cock it was not a blowjob but rather worship her Master. Both of them were there by choice, and Rebecca could see love in the midst of this otherwise disturbing scene.
“C’mon, let’s save water and I’ll make sure you don’t fall,” Rosina said in a chipper voice to Rebecca.
At that Rebecca went beet read as she looked at Rosina holding the shower curtain back as she beckoned Rebecca with a crocked finger. While she wanted to walk away and not go to Rosina in front of the Karen and Veronica, she still wanted to feel Rosina’s wet skin against hers. Without looking back Rebecca walked into the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and into the loving embrace of Rosina. Rosina already had the soap in hand and began to quickly run wash Rebecca, before Rebecca got the chance to wash Rosina.
Over breakfast no teasing or taunting of Rebecca took place. In fact there was no bragging or drawn out tales of the activities of the previous night or this morning at all. Rebecca was quickly learning that the family had adopted an “accept and move on” policy when it came to sex. As long as it was sex that was within the family, an not barred behaviour, the family didn’t talk about it. With the only exception being when something happened that the family did need to talk about. Otherwise, the activities during sex was not brought up, and never rubbed in anyone’s faces what they had done the night before. Sexual expression and experimentation were seen as healthy things and teasing would only curtail future experimentation.
Once the family was dressed in church clothes and on their way to church, Rebecca was well into “Church Mode.” As she expected her moral side had roared back with a vengeance, and to say Rebecca was troubled over the events of the previous night and this morning would be an understatement. Rebecca felt guilty for having sex with Owen. The truth was that she did not want to give herself to him sexually since she was unsure she could truly let herself be with him. Add to this the fact that she not only did have sex with another woman but enjoyed it, and you had a very confused and scared Rebecca. All the way there and all through the church service Rebecca chastised herself for what she had done, and by the end of it she was quite ashamed of herself and mortified. Rebecca’s moral side was trying to convince her submissive side that she was becoming as twisted and perverted as Owen’s family, and was well on its way to winning the argument.
As if all this wasn’t bad enough, Betty, one of the church busybodies and a horrible gossip cornered Rebecca on one of her frequent trips to the bathroom. Betty was a woman well into her seventies and literally had nothing better to do than keep up to date on what everyone around her was doing. She saw herself as the self-appointed “morality police,” convinced that she had the right and responsibility to keep everyone on the “Straight and Narrow path.” As Rebecca walked out of the bathroom stall, she saw Betty taking her time washing her hands, watching her in the mirror.
“How’ve you been, dear?” Betty asked with a perceptive look, watching Rebecca’s eyes for a reaction.
“I’ve been fine, how are you?” Rebecca asked as she stared to wash her hands.
“It’s good to see you back, sorry to hear about you and Harold,” Betty said in a compassionate tone of voice which rang hollow, as she put her hand on Rebecca’s arm.
“That’s the way it goes sometimes?” Rebecca replied as she reached for a nearby towel.
“Where are you staying, dear?” Betty asked with poorly hidden eagerness.
“With some friends of mine,” Rebecca replied as she tried to dry her hands quickly, to get away from Betty’s inquisition.
“Those people you came with?” Betty asked with a hint of a disapproving tone to her voice.
“Yes,” Rebecca replied in a moderately uncomfortable tone of voice.
“Really? What are you doing with THEM?” Betty asked with a distasteful tone of voice.
“What do you mean by that?” Rebecca asked indignantly.
“Those Thompsons used to live next to me . . . I saw things . . . I heard things . . . most disgusting things,” Betty said with a stern and most disapproving tone of voice. “The whole neighbourhood talked about it,”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! They’re good people!” Rebecca replied in a flustered tone of voice and not the indignant tone that she had been going for.
“Mark my words, they’re DEVIANTS! They do strange things! I know they did things to each other, even then! One look at them makes it obvious they’re still doing it! The way they carry on is completely DISGUSTING! And now it looks as if they have dragged that mother and daughter down with them!” Betty said in an angry manner with eyes red of indignation.
“I . . . I . . . I’ve never seen anything,” Rebecca said in a timid tone of voice with a pale expression.
“How can you possibly be involved with them! Or is it too late? I’ve heard disturbing things about you, but I didn’t want to believe them. I can see now that they are true. You’re an ADULTERER! That despicable man Owen is the father isn’t he!” Betty said with eyes of slits as she grasped Rebecca’s arm tightly and pulled the woman closer to her.
“NO! You’re wrong! I’m not with them! I have nothing to do with them! I am just staying on the couch! I would never get involved with those kind of people!” Rebecca said as she broke into tears and turned away from Betty, yet the old woman just stared at Rebecca’s back without compassion.
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