Fucked Up Family Pt. 01

There was a loud crack. Then a BOOM. Lexi started laughing like a maniac. Peals. The forest filled with a discordantly loud hush as the skies opened up and started soaking everything.

Austin began laughing too. Lexi buried her head in her brother's shoulder. Her wet hair plastered to his chest. Her breasts. Neither sibling stopped thrusting for even a moment. The rain coming down like the lake itself was being dumped onto them.

Austin felt his legs slip back in the mud.

"Whoah!" Lexi cried. They both fell to the ground. Disengaged. Austin rolled onto his back and moaned. Pain or frustration he couldn't say. The rain seemed to fall even harder. His big sister crawled over to him. She didn't even ask if he was OK. Just reached for his still-erect dick and lowered herself onto him. Lexi leaned down and kissed her younger brother. Her wet hair, almost black from the rain, slapped lightly at his face.

Austin kissed her back. He exulted as Lexi began riding his dick. Little brother reached up and grabbed at big sister's breasts. Lexi kept saying her boobs were too small, but Austin thought they were lovely. A little less than a handful, pointed pink nipples scratching at his palms. He leaned up to try and suckle one, but his big sister pushed him back down.

"Can't fuck you properly if you do that," Lexi said, "Next time. I promise you can sit and suck for as long as you like next time."

And Austin knew that it was true. There was going to be a next time and a time after that and a time after that. He saw it all in his mind's eye. All the different places and positions that he and Lexi were going to fuck in. Big sister was going to be permanently penised by her little brother.

Lexi seemed to see it all, too, because as soon as she said 'next time' her body stiffened, and her eyes crossed. She fell forward, her pussy cinching around Austin's cock, squeezing out his own orgasm. Something screamed inside Austin to cum -- to fill his sister up with his fertility. But no, he'd promised. And somehow that last shred of consciousness kept him grounded.

Austin threw Lexi off his cock. She landed in the mud nearby with a splash. He jumped up, stood over Lexi -- she was still shaking with orgasm -- and started pumping his aching member.

"No!" Lexi screamed. Thunder boomed. She knocked her brother's hand off his dick. Lexi stared up at him with something that looked beyond hunger. She started to stand, then fell back. Like an argument with herself. Finally she raised up on her knees and wrapped her mouth around her big brother's cock.

"Oh Lexi!" Austin cried.

"Mmhmmm," Lexi said. She reached back with her free hand and cradled her brother's balls. Coaxed him to fill her mouth with his spend. If he had been even anywhere close to conscious, Austin would have realized this was the best blowjob he'd ever had in his life. Lexi's pussy was great, but she was amazing with her mouth. But Austin's brain was so high on sex and chemicals he couldn't do anything except ride tsunami of need -- hold on tight and hope.

"Your mouth..." Austin was rambling now. The pleasure all too much. "So good."

"Whose mouth?" Lexi asked, so sexy with her tongue around his cock.

"Lexi's," Austin said, "My big sister's. My big sister's mouth is so goooooood!"

Lexi swallowed him deeper, practically taking his whole cock down her throat. And just like that, finally, it was all too much. Illicit ecstasy overtook him. Austin held onto his sister's shoulders and roared as he shot blast after blast down his sister's throat. The horny brunette hummed happily as she gulped it all down.

Finally sated, the two siblings fell back into the mud with a brown splash. Lexi crawled over to her little brother and pushed him back. Hung over him smiling. A thin line of his cum ran out of the corner of her lips. She licked it up, then leaned down and kissed him hard.

"Fuck I don't know how I lived without that," Lexi said. She patted his jaw. "Now let's get up or we're never going to get back."

Austin was still gasping from his orgasm. Reaching for recovery. He thought about how far they still had to travel. How frequently the 'episodes' seemed to show up. Suddenly even a few feet felt like an epic journey. "I don't... We've already done it twice and there's a long way to go."

"I know," Lexi said, "We'll have to do our best."

"Cumming down the mountain," Austin said.

"She'll be riding her hot brother when she cums," Lexi sang, a goofy smile on her face. The rain slowed down to a drizzle. The sun started to warm Austin's mud-splattered chest.

*

Christine lay on her back and stared up at the bright, warm sun. Hoping that, somehow, it would all turn out to be a dream. A nightmare. Anything was better than the reality.

The blonde mother had just fucked her husband, taken his load -- Begged for it. Screamed for it -- right in front of their baby daughter. And that wasn't even the worst thing she'd done that day. It might not have even fit in the top five. At least, Christine reflected, she had been with her husband at the time: someone she was supposed to have sex with.

The fact that Molly had watched her parents fuck was inappropriate, sure, but it hardly qualified as a problem next to the hundred other awful things they'd just done. A dark cloud slid across the sky and blocked out the bright light. Was the day suddenly getting grayer? Or was that Christine's morbid imagination?

Christine felt another glob of her husband's spend drip out of her pussy and down her thigh. God DAMN that man had cum a lot. He'd always been prodigious. He'd given her three kids before turning twenty-one, after all. But Christine couldn't remember leaking like this before. Come to think of it, James' cock had felt bigger than she remembered, too. Longer and definitely thicker. Good Lord. It wasn't the first time Christine was glad she'd had her tubes tied. She'd have been having triplets after that barrage, no doubt.

The mother and wife rolled onto her side. Her little breasts barely hung down. She, her husband, and their youngest daughter were all still completely naked. Lying splayed across the campsite like spent shotgun shells. Christine looked over at James. His penis lay flaccid on his leg. Another monster slain, Christine thought with a smile. Her husband's body was still muscular in his advancing age and the silver on his chest only made him seem more refined. Christine could see why her daughter had...

But no. That wasn't fair. Saying it that way made it sound like Molly had made a decision. Christine knew as well as anyone, they'd all been out of control. She'd wanted James' cock so bad, she'd have fucked him on the dining room table at her parents' house during Thanksgiving dinner. It hardly would have mattered.

The fact that she'd been able to keep her head for at least a moment and make the sacrifice for Molly, even temporarily, Christine was oddly proud of herself. In a very strange, totally irrational way. But still.

Christine eyed her daughter warily. Molly's flabby boobs and chunky thighs. The girl would be so pretty if she'd put in the effort. Well, maybe the events of the day might inspire Molly to finally get going. After all, if a good talking to from Daddy didn't work, maybe a good fucking from her father would.

Christine laughed at that thought. Her husband and daughter both cocked their eyes at her. The same exact expression. Genetics are wacky, Christine thought.

"It's OK," Christine said for what felt like the hundredth time, "The pills. We couldn't control it. Like a bad side effect. No one has to know. It'll be our secret. The three of us."

"Jeez, hon, do you think Austin and Alexis...?" James leaned his head on his hand. His handsome face creased with concern.

Christine hadn't even considered that. But the two older siblings had taken the same pills and so sure enough they'd almost certainly had to have... Fuck.

"OK, the five of us," Christine corrected herself. For a moment she had a picture in her mind of her oldest son fucking her oldest daughter and, to her horror, all she felt was tremendous jealousy. She quickly stuffed it back down.

"Mom?" Molly asked.

"What is it, baby?" Christine asked.

"Well, ummm how does your... I mean, how does it feel, like, right now?" Molly asked. Christine tried not to laugh at her daughter's innocence. This was the same girl who'd been impaled on her father's cock not so long ago. She should be able to say the words, at least.

"Does your pussy..." Christine stopped herself. At least be clinical! "Your vagina. Does it hurt? That's perfectly natural after your first time. Oh honey, I'm so sorry. This should never have happened this way. I thought I was helping you at the time, but maybe we should have found another way. Kept you safe. That was your first time and, I mean, I know that had to be horrible for you. Has to be. But it's OK and maybe it wasn't the worst thing. I mean, better than some teenager who barely even knows where to..." Oh my God am I actually rationalizing this?

"No, Mom, it's fine," Molly said, "I'm fine. It's just, my puss... I mean my vagina? It doesn't hurt, exactly but do you know what I mean?"

As Molly spoke, Christine found herself drawn to her husband's dick. It had been laying there like a tiny, shriveled worm only a second ago. But now it was as monolithic as ever. A deep dark purple and pointing outward. Throbbing. Harder and bigger than Christine had ever seen.

It was like an indicator. A flashing warning light. Not just about how her husband was feeling but her baby daughter, too. And then it came over Christine. That burning aching drive inside herself that didn't request a cock -- it screamed for one. Like having an unfilled pussy was the most painful thing in the world.

"Oh F... fu..."

Christine looked back at her husband. His face was as purple as his cock and he was sweating bullets. She felt so proud of him, working so hard to hold back. Well, Christine knew a damn good way to reward him. She crawled over to her husband, but was bowled over as James leapt past her and threw himself right on top of their youngest daughter.

Molly fell back, legs splayed. Father and daughter both groaned as they became one. Christine didn't feel proud of her husband at all anymore.

"Need to... need to take care of our baby first," James said. Christine could only twist her mouth in despair. She noticed her husband reach up and grab their little girl's big tits immediately, almost before he was done slamming his cock home. Taking care of their little girl. Riiiiiight.

"Oh Daddy," Molly sighed as her father filled her.

Christine ground her teeth but what could she say? "Just not inside," she said, "Like before."

"Uh huh," father and daughter said it in almost the same voice. The two of them began rutting in the grass. Grunting and groaning. Molly's thick thighs wrapped around her father, pulling his penis into her pussy as deep as she could.

James buried his head in his daughter's breasts. Sucked at the engorged nipples like a baby. Held them like they were more precious than gold.

The two of them fucked like there was nothing else in the world. Made no sounds except the little, uncontrollable elicitations that only came with bodily pleasure. The occasional acknowledgement of who they were fucking, like that was an intrinsic aspect of their enjoyment.

"Oh Daddy," Molly said, "So good. I love my Daddy's cock so muuuuuch."

"And Daddy loves his daughter's pussy," James said, "Can you show me? Squeeze it for me. Bare down, little girl, like you're..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn," the coupling couple moaned as Molly squeezed her Daddy's dick with her cunt.

"Oh, that's my girl. That's my baby. Oh, you're doing so good for your Daddy."

Christine did her best not to roll her eyes. Besides, she had a bigger problem. The painful burning in her center was only getting worse. From a blazing fire to a full-on conflagration.

Christine reached down to her aching sex and started rubbing. Pinched her erect little nipples. Like before, it barely did any good.

"James...?" Christine asked. Her husband paused mid-fuck to look up. "I'm sorry sweetie I..."

Christine smiled as her husband began backing out of their daughter.

"Daddy no!" Molly cried and clamped her legs around his waist. "You have to help me first. You promised!"

Christine resisted the urge slap her daughter across the face. How dare she even suggest that...?

"It's not fair to your mother, honey," James said. But Christine noticed his butt still bouncing back and forth. "After all, she's my wife."

"I know Daddy. God. I need it so bad."

"I know baby girl. Daddy needs it too," James said. He hefted his daughter's tits for emphasis as he said it. "Maybe you could at least help Mommy out?"

"That's not going to work," Christine said, the frustration of everything pushing the anger out of her. Like her emotions were so massive, she could only hold them in one at a time. "She's terrible."

Molly's face fell and Christine suddenly felt guilty. Alexis and Austin had been so easy to raise. They were real self-starters. But Molly, Christine was constantly having to build the youngest girl's confidence. If the A-kids were steel, Molly was glass. She could break from an overloud shout.

"OK honey," Christine said, "Let's try. But remember, Daddy has to finish in me, OK?"

"OK Mom," Molly said. Pouty. Christine crawled over to where her husband and daughter were fucking. Molly leaned her head back, making her mouth available for her mother. Christine slowly lowered her dripping sex over her baby girl's face. Molly made a muffled noise. Christine felt the tentative touch of a tongue on her clit. Then it stopped.

"James! Fuck! Could you stop fucking our daughter for one second and help me out here?" Christine said, all the excess frustration leaking out of her.

"Sorry honey," James said, "Of course."

He slowed and pulled back a little. Lifted. Christine could see her husband's penis where it met with her daughter's pussy. Seeing them connected felt odd. Wrong in her heart, yet also weirdly right in her cunt. Good lord, she practically gushed onto her daughter's face when she saw her husband's cock halfway planted in their baby girl.

"OK honey, here's what you're going to do," James said, propping himself up on his hands. His face was beet red. Holding back had to be so hard. Well it serves him right, making me wait like that, Christine thought. About time he had to deal with a little delayed gratification.

"Can you find Mommy's clit?" James asked, "Think about your own. Well, it should be in the same place."

"Uh huh," Molly said from between her mother's thighs, "Got it."

James gave his wife a questioning look. Christine nodded vigorously. Her daughter had found the right spot, all right. The blonde mother settled back, enjoying the tentative touch of her daughter's tongue. But almost as soon as Molly started a rhythm, she faltered.

"How's she doing, honey?" James asked. Christine knew to be conscious of her daughter's confidence.

"She's getting better," Christine said. Molly kept tasting and testing. It was less cunnilingus and more Vaginas 101. Almost clinical.

"Sorry, Mom," Molly said. God, her daughter really was useless at this. Christine had spent all that time raising her girls to be ready to deal with boys, who knew she'd be wishing she'd raised her daughter to be more of a lesbian?

Finally, as Molly's tongue once again slipped off that key spot, Christine snapped.

"FUCK!" she shouted and not in a good way, "I'm sorry baby but this isn't working."

"I'm trying my best, Mom," Molly said. James frowned at his wife, like this was somehow Christine's fault.

"I don't know why you can't do this, James," Christine said. Her husband seemed to think for a minute and then nodded excitedly. Holy fuck he was really doing it! He pulled his angry-looking cock out of their daughter's pussy and lay on his back in the grass. Yes! Christine was finally going to get the dick she deserved. Of course, she felt bad for Molly, but honestly, hadn't the girl gotten enough already?

Christine jumped up, ready to leap on her husband's dick like it was a grenade. But before she was even standing, James reached out and pulled their daughter to him.

"It's really simple, baby girl. Sit yourself down on Daddy's cock and do what feels good. I'll take care of your mother, don't you worry."

Christine stood in frozen shock while Molly once again impaled herself on her Daddy's giant dick. The blonde girl cooed as she lowered herself down, smiling happily. The puss that ate the rooster. As it were.

"Ok, Honey, it's all you," James said, looking upward. Grinning like he'd done a good deed.

Christine felt her fists clench. She forced them to relax. Slowly, she sauntered over to her husband and squatted over his face. Oh, where was the piss now that she needed it? She laughed to herself, cruelly for a moment. Picturing what that would be like.

Christine turned so she sat facing her daughter. The blonde teenager watched, entranced -- her father's cock buried in her cunt -- while her mother settled on her father's face. Christine's nether lips made contact with her husband's mouth.

He lapped upwards and for a moment Christine let herself luxuriate in her husband's licking. He did know all the right spots, after all. Christine began to settle down. This wasn't so bad. James was a master with his mouth and Christine knew she would cum plenty. Plus, when the time came, it would be James' cock in her pussy. His cum in her womb. So what did it matter if she got a little warm up time before the main event?

"Just do what feels good, baby," James told his daughter through his wife's thin thighs. The curvy blonde looked troubled as she tried to lift herself up and down on her Dad's cock. Christine felt James' tongue dance from her clit and curl in her hungry hole. Oh yes, this was going to be so...

CRACK

BOOM

Christine looked up at the sky. At some point during their escapades the day had gone dark. Then everything went from bone dry to soaked. This wasn't some light shower -- it was a downpour. For a moment, Christine thought that they'd all get up and sprint to a tent, but she should have known the effect of the pills by then. They weren't going anywhere. None of it mattered. Only the driving force that filled them with unending need.

James kept going on Christine. Switching from her canal to her clit and back again. Water ran down her chest, over her breasts and down her legs. Her shins already buried in mud. Christine looked across her husband's torso to her daughter.

Molly hugged her arms around herself in the cold. Her blonde hair hung limp and almost dark. Eyes wide. Lips trembling. James began bucking under his daughter, doing his best to help her along. Molly smiled at her Mother, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Fuck it," Christine said. She reached across to Molly and held her shoulders. Looked her right in the eye. "Mommy's going to help you, OK?"

Molly nodded. Christine slipped her hands past her daughter's breasts and grabbed at her sides. She wasn't fat, Christine knew, but she couldn't help but wonder at how much better Molly would feel with five less pounds. She grabbed hold of her daughter's extra flesh, hugged her close, and lifted her slightly. Then dropped her back down.

"See?" Christine said, "Like that."

Molly smiled. Christine leaned forward even more, wrapping her daughter in a bear hug (a bare hug, as well). She felt her baby's big breasts mash against her own tight tits. Holding her close, Christine started rocking Molly back and forth on her father's cock.

"That's a girl," Christine said, "You can do it. Mommy'll get you there, I promise."