Not exactly... bro!

A somehow familiar grin spreads onto her lips as she answers you. You squeeze your eyes, until an enlightening realization hits you.

-No way! Tina??-.

Your 'mom' chortles at your shock: -Took you your time, brother. Or, should I say, sweetie?-.

Your mouth is dangling open, and you blush heavily at those last words.

-Bu-bu-but how? W-When? Why?-.

-Shh! Don't shout, or you'll wake up the others!- She scolds you, a glint into her eyes that is entirely out of place on your mother, but instead absolutely typical for your tomboyish little sister. You have no doubts anymore, it's like all that pretense has dropped and now every centimeter of the woman in front of you is screaming: 'Tina!' except, well, except that she's your fucking mom.

-To be honest, I wasn't sure who you were until I put you back in Kim. Either it was you or some other perv.-.

-Other?- You struggle to whisper, but you're on the verge of hyperventilation again: -Wait, there are others?-.

Tina suddenly falls silent for some seconds.

-Well. No. Not that I'm aware of, at least; but then you arrived, and so...-.

-Wait, wait, time out.- You make a T with Kim's hands: -What are you doing inside Mom? And why were you in Kim in the first place? And, and why are we like this?-.

-Woah, calm down Tom, breathe. Here, take a sip.- She ignores your questions by drinking her cup with an unrealistic quietness. You feel like you need something more strong than just coffee, but you quaff it in one gulp.

-So, regarding your last question: I don't know. Sorry.- She shrugs your mother's shoulders, flashing a sympathetic face: -I took over Mom this time because I didn't want to face a stranger in my body, and regarding Kim, well, I wanted to have some fun as her. Though it seems that it was the same for you...- she winks.

You stiffen in your seat, your toes clenching in the slippers.

-...t-then you were conscious while... while...-.

Her smirk is denser than any choice of words. You lower your face in embarrassment, but you find yourself looking at two fleshy orbs which make you all but forget the cause for such shame. For some reason, up to now you were giving for granted that Kim's awareness was turned off while you were inside of her, and instead it turns out that, even worse, your little sister has witnessed your 'having fun'.

-I must say, you haven't been that bad, considering it was your first time touching a woman. I felt very giddy...-.

-S-Stop, please!- You feel your cheeks burning, whilst she laughs amused.

-And, and it wasn't my first time...- You murmur.

-Yeeeeaaaah... suuureeee...- She teases you as she always does when doesn't believe a word you're saying, only that coming from your mom, with your mom's voice, well, it's kinda harsh. Nonetheless, she crosses her fingers under her chin and leans onto you.

-Any other questions?-.

Tons, actually. Goddamn, she's your sister, your sister, and she had possessed first Kim and then Mom, and she's acting like it's the most normal thing in the world!

-S-Since when you... you're doing this?- You eventually opt for.

-Hm!- She seems satisfied by your choice: -About a pair of months, actually.-.

-A pair...! You're possessing Kim for a pair of months???-.

-What? No, that's not what I said! Just a bit jumping here and there, from time to time. Slow down, it's not like I'm stealing her life or something. Besides, she's not the only one I tried...-.

You frown and go back looking into her eyes. The way she flinches, it gives you another epiphany.

-Me???- You gasp.

-Shh! Uh, maybe.- She smirks: -Once or twice.-.

You're flabbergasted, and not just that, you feel horrified, exposed, even scared, in a sense. Jesus Christ, your sis has possessed you! And for doing what? Oh fuck, you're not sure you want to know.

-But I've already been Mom and Dad too. Also a pair of my friends, plus some other people. Relax, I haven't done anything that was dangerous or permanent, duh!-.

-W-Who are you? What have you done to my sister?-.

Your 'mom' bursts into a genuine laugh. You knew Tina was the extrovert type, but this...! I mean, yes, you've immediately gone for your sister too, but she seems to have taken it to the maximum levels!

-Hey, to be honest, I kinda made a favor to Kim. She's really frustrated, but she never lets it out, if you know what I'm saying. You've seen that recently she's a bit less a pain in the neck, right?-.

What is she talking about? Is she suggesting something?

-What have you done?- You ask, swallowing a lump.

-Oh, just exploiting her life a little. Having a jog, taking a booze. Sleeping with her boyfriend...-.

Your eyes pop out from their orbits, and you feel a clingy sensation upon your crotch that makes you squeeze your thighs together and look down in disbelief. She had sex with Kim's boyfriend, that is, a penis, a guy's penis, was inside of her pussy and it cummed in her groin, this pussy, this groin!

This body had sex!

Well, of course it had, your sister is a wealthy and pretty 22 years old girl, if you weren't idealizing her that much you would have already taken this into consideration. Instead, this revelation is turning you upside down, so visibly that your mother-sister protrudes again to check on you.

-Hey, I think you're taking it from the wrong side.-.

You don't answer, as you keep looking down imagining and feeling a white, sticky fluid leaking out of your panties. It's just when you sense a touch on your arms that you react.

-Uh?-.

-Here, don't worry now.- She guides your passive body to the couch, where she makes you sit with your legs crossed while she places behind you. Before you can object in any way, her dainty fingers brush your shoulders, sending an intense shiver down your spine. Not an unpleasing one, not at all, it is simply the surprise that poisons an otherwise pleasant sensation of warmness quickly spreading through your back.

-Oh, I... ohh! It's... so good...- Your speaking subsides to moans as she massages your shoulders with experienced skill. It's like you're floating in an ocean of delight, both gliding on and melting with the water, and all your worries are slipping away. An eroticism subtler than your previous session of self-love, but not less intense.

You close your eyes, your pupils rolling up their sockets, as you're losing yourself in the sensation.

-I know, right?- Your mother's voice is a distant melody: -Her body is so sensitive... so addictive...-.

"So... addictive... yes...".

Whines are twirling around you, a lullaby of whispers that bloats into a dreamy vision of soft, virile hands kneading your shoulders, your blades, your dorsal; a searing liquid is poured upon you, and you are immersed in a warm, restful darkness, laying onto a cradling, morbid mattress. You feel heated, everywhere, but mostly thither, where the oil drips, lusciously pricking your vulva.

"Why was I... worried... ohh... I don't care... I want... forever...".

You let out the umpteenth moan, but this time it's sounding so sensual, so high, that snatches you abruptly from your dream, just a second before you could really fall asleep. But, you notice, the wet feeling is not disappearing, quite the opposite. You reopen your eyes, and an astonished gasp escapes your lips.

Gone are your panties, discarded somewhere. Most of all, your sister has tossed away her gown too, remaining in your mom's black leotard, and her face is currently buried between your thighs, with her tongue digging all around.

-Oh God... Tina, w-what are you doing?-.

She looks up at you, without ceasing her tease. At such a sight, an iron claw clutches your heart. She then pipes up, yet replacing her tongue with her index, and you see that the leotard has been pulled down, revealing your mother's massive milkers in a way that no son should be able to even imagine. Instead, she's the one who lifts your floral tank top, revealing those same juicy tits that you assayed thirty minutes ago, tits that are perfectly pending on the bronze skin which is wrapped tight around you. Tina puts her face against yours, her hot breath blowing against your nostrils, a mint aroma probably due to her toothpaste.

You try to keep control of your mug, but in vain, as it writhes into grimaces and groans. If this is a ****, you think, then it's the sweetest, the loveliest in the world.

-This is... this is wrong...- You hear your older sister's faint voice leaving your lips.

-Why is it?- Is the defying answer: -Let me show you... the pure pleasure of being a woman...-.

Oh God yes!, you'd like to scream. Yet, much to your own surprise, there is still a voice in your head that knows how an irredeemable error this would be, that is begging you to quit before it's too late.

-We should... we should s-stop...-.

-Who says it? Doesn't it feel good, brother?-.

Yes, yes, goddamnit, yes!

-We... we are related... it's wrong...- You cry, frustrated with yourself by your own stubbornness. But it's like she's feeding on your protests.

-Why should this be wrong... we are only two grown-up women exploring each other... besides... you weren't of this idea when you jerked off inside our sister... isn't that right, Tom?-.

Hearing your own name is a lethal trigger. Once again, all the pleasure accumulated in the past minutes explodes in your tummy, making you arch your back in **** tension as your body is at the mercy of spasms and convulsions. Your mind is wildly torn apart, almost falling into unconsciousness; but you eventually regain your senses, finding yourself sweaty, panting, and dampened down there.

Tina detorts your mom's visage into a Cheshire's smile: -Now put your hands up bro.- she says. Reduced at the mercy of your lust, you comply, looking at her in awe and expectation. She coarsely grabs your tee and takes it off you, fully exposing your sister's aroused, goosebumped body to the chilly air of the room. Your nipples, in particular, are already hard and almost aching; that freezing sensation becomes firm like bullets, and merely touching them takes your breath away.

You can barely believe that they are attached to you. Yours have never been this sensitive, nor this swollen, nor distant from the thorax chest. Looking down at yourself, lingering on your soft curves, enchanted by the blonde hair dangling around your vision, you fatigue to rationalize how a body of your same species, different from yours for, basically, only a few features that an alien would find laughable, can give you this kind of reaction, totally opposite from seeing and feeling your old, familiar form: an overdose of arousal that not even your outburst has healed.

And, right in front of you, another one of such bodies is developing in all its glory. In the future, you'll want to be able to argue that you fought, somehow, that you had tried to divert your eyes; but, in truth, you can't keep them off your mom's nude frame, incredibly maintained for a woman in her 40s who had three kids, as it shows only sparse traces of sags or flab.

-Pretty stunning, huh?- She jokes, fondling her own boobs. You nod, mesmerized. You know what is coming next, but you're unable to express it with words, as it's something so impossible, so prohibited, that even your wildest fantasies rarely dared to explore. Any part of you that had tried to oppose before is now silenced, overwhelmed by the excitement.

-Yup. Mommy takes reeeeally care of her body. Well, my body for the time being!- She announces triumphally. She then looks down at you, and her expression changes swiftly, an alluring smile forming on her lucid lips. She sensually sways closer and she then kneels on the pillow, right in front of you. You are entranced by the hypnotic motion of her boobs, until they are pressed against yours.

-Hey, bro.- She puffs on your face, a playful intonation in her voice. Then, wincing: -Want to see something nice?-.

You nod. She trudges back with her elbows, opening her legs and spreading with her fingers the slit between them, revealing not a hole, but a bit more flaccid flesh. The vision hits you like a train.

A trimmed, small bush crowns an oval crevice, from which pour out two curly flaps of darker skin, moistened and converging at their top in a callus, like a stubby proboscis of a pinkish butterfly.

You're staring at your mom's pussy. Your mom's, horny pussy.

-Look.- As she says that, the crispy wings twitch, producing a squelching sound, like a sponge.

-She likes you!- Tina giggles. You gulp, but you find your mouth dry.

-Come closer. Look at her.-.

You comply, bending forward until you press your breasts on the couch. You are so close now that your breath is tickling her, as she manifests with little chuckles.

Oh God.

Never in the world... never in the world you would have imagined...

-Come on. Lick it.-.

Your hesitant tongue sticks out in the air, its tip trembling as it gets closer and closer. Right when you can almost feel it, your sister lies down on her back and, in doing so, pushes herself slightly forward, enough for her butterfly to pose on your perch, which flexes and tastes it in all its length. You close your eyes, both for the sudden movement but moreover for the thrilling bliss that was sending your pupils up their sockets.

"I'm tasting my mother's cunt!!!".

You take a long lick, and after that, you begin to trace broad brushstrokes, like with ice cream. You can feel the two thin hems sliding up your tongue until you poke the lump, being rewarded by mom's moaning voice, moans that are disarmingly similar to the ones of the actresses you watch every night before going to sleep, because it's impossible that your mom is making them, it's impossible that you are eliciting them from her. It's simply impossible.

You sense some stirs in front of you and then your mother's hand gently nudging your nape, combing the hair near your ear and burying your face even further, so that your mane is not falling anymore on the pillow but straight between her thighs.

-Oww! Oh, it feels good! Keep going, keep going honey...-.

Honey. This is so wrong, you think, morally, legally, ethically, you're breaking so many rules and taboo just by listening to that word pronounced like this. You're having incestuous oral sex with your mom; and not only that, because you're doing this without her consent, since it's your little sister who is piloting her body right now, forcing her to wail like a pornstar, stealing away the pleasure you're giving to her. Both you and Tina would be dead if anyone found it out, even in your family, as you're committing the worst of the carnal sins, deliberately, remorselessly.

But, you realize, it couldn't happen. Because it's not your tongue that's lapping her pussy, it's not your hair that's falling on your shoulder, it's not your neck that's lusciously caressed by her fingers. It's Kim's. You've turned her into an incestuous assaulter against her will, nay, regardless of her will, since she's not even aware of that. Oh Jesus, if you dispossessed her right now, she would find herself eating out her parent out of nothing, and she would never, ever do that, not for all the money in the world. And even if it's you feeling the taste of her pussy, you wouldn't be the one to be blamed or despised by everyone, but Kim, your elder sister, your oblivious, bitchy sister; and the same for Tina, as you're not eating out your minor sibling, but your mother, the one who was peacefully sleeping next to her husband before your sister has arbitrarily decided to possess her.

It's horrible. Monstrous, even; unforgivable, probably.

But so, damn, hot.

-Look at me!- She cries: -I want you to look at me while you lick my pussy!-.

You reopen your eyes, meeting up your mother's disfigured face, contracted in a grimace of pleasure that you, and only you, are provoking.

-Mmm, you're so good brother!- She keeps teasing herself groping her tits with the free hand: -Mommy's memories tell me you're even better than Dad!-.

At those words, it's like lightning strikes you, and you pipe up, panicking. What? Dad? Could you? No! Oh God, what are you doing?

Tina blinks a pair of times, confused by the sudden interruptions of such glee, but then smirks evilly when she notices your apprehension, and an idea forms in her mind.

-Well well, what have we got here? Could it be that you have a crush on Mom, Tom? And perhaps Mommy's last sentence has made you fantasize about taking Dad's place?-.

-W-What?- You react on the defensive: -Y-You can't ask me something like that! How... How can you act like this?-.

-Mmm... well, to me it's just meaningless fun with my big brother...- She answers chirping: -Besides, it's not my body, so I'm not really risking anything. Buuuut... maybe, to you, this is something more...-.

-S-Stop!- You protest. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, how can she play with your feelings like this? Does she want you to admit that you have a crush on your entire female family? Or, or hasn't she realized that? And so this is just her playtime and not...

"No, no, I shouldn't think about this! This is a mistake! This... this has to stop!".

-I'm going now.- You state, turning around to descend from the divan. However, your sister has other plans.

-Hey, what are you... ohh...-.

You've turned around to ask why on earth she had just grabbed your legs like that, but a moan escapes your lips as her jaws restart to chew at your pussy.

If possible, the sensation is even better than before. Her blow and her nose are poking your throbbing sphincter, and her tongue is lingering deeper inside your folds, pricking up to their sensitive bottom tip, the one you believe it's called the perineum.

"Ooh-uh w-why does my anus feel t-this sensitive I'm n-not gay..." Your basic-male mentality is unsuccessfully trying to cope with these unfamiliar stimuli, but only resulting in being even more turned on by such devious evocations. You arrive to divert your own butt to allow her to plunge more, capitulate to her whims.

-Ahh, mmm...- Unrepeatable whines are coming out of your mother's throat, which you know Tina is making just at your expense, but you can't fight (and maybe neither you want) the effect they have on your already raving mind; and so, in the end your limbs yield at such a pleasure, and you collapse prone on the sofa.

Tina retracts, wiping her mouth and eyeing you from above like a hawk ready to strike.

-Turn around sweetie. Time to repay mommy!-.

Incapable by now even of contemplating an opposition, you obey, expressing all your sorrow and arousal with a lewd grimace that you can hardly imagine, you being the one disfiguring your sister's traits and without a mirror. Mom's body translates above you, halting exactly over your face, with her forbidden fruit fully visible in all its sinful temptation.

You're trembling, quivering, as you easily figure out what's coming now, and it's sending thrills all around your body. Your sister bends her knees and lowers herself onto you, her wet mold descending, inexorable, upon your eager mouth.

Your face is squashed between her plump asscheeks on your eyes and a known tenderness on your mouth. Unable to see and to breathe correctly, reduced only to the sense of taste, for the second time in a row, you find yourself eating your mother's sex, bittersweet droplets sticking to your tongue, while your nostrils (so it's not solely the taste) are lovelily intoxicated by her carnal stink. Soon, however, you're short of oxygen, and you quickly pat her leg. She gets it and lifts up to reposition, but your maw was still working on her snatch, and so one of the edges remains stuck between your teeth.

Your sister hisses with clenched jaws, while you circle your arm around her thigh to strengthen your grip.

-Oww fuck! Now we're reasoning big bro!-.

Her groans of approval give you immense joy. You're satisfying her, your mom, your sister, you are making them moan like this. If you still had your dick, it would be rock-hard by now; instead, your womanhood is twitching and burning, demanding to be taken care of directly.

You therefore move your free hand down your belly, but soon you find an even better alternative. Tina lies down on you, her face disappearing beyond her mane right between your legs, and you feel her dainty digits excitedly probing around your crotch.

Reciprocally, her groin is now floating over your face, her two laps now fully disclosed to reveal the bright cavity, soaked with her fluids and your saliva. Oblivious of your past hesitations, by now not even a strange memory in your frenzied mind, you plug back your thirsty tongue.

"This is... incredible..." You consider once again, but it is after all. Your parent's mature, naked form is rubbing against yours, sinuously squirming like a snake, her massive boobs squeezed on your abdomen, while you suck and lick her sex and she does the same to you. And it's not your cock, but a feminine pussy: your older sister's; and so are the nerves that connect it to your brain, the frail body wiggling in return, the erotic whines that are originating deep down your throat and are coming out as guttural groans, muffled by your mother's arse.

If anyone, anyone, entered the living room at this moment, there wouldn't be any way to justify it. But imagining yourself (or whatever mental clone is living your life right now) catching you like this, only theorizing his reaction in seeing his sister and mother wrapped like two lovers, this is the real turn-on. It's the second time that you fantasize about this, getting caught by your "brother", being pointed out as a slut, as a perv, as a bad, bad girl; you don't know if it's Kim's wildest and most secret dream influencing you or if it's your own depravity, but it's something you can't kick out of your mind, even in a situation like this.

"I'm so naughty... so a naughty sister...".

You go on for minutes, the room resonating with wet squelching sounds and suppressed cries, until you both decide to pause, your mouths starting to ache from the effort. You rest your long-haired head on the pillow, panting, your belly squashing against your mother's nipples as it fills with precious air.

-I'm... so... close...- Tina wheezes.

-Yeah... me too...- You agree to her pussy.

-Then... let's shift one last time...-.

She gets up and you immediately mimic her, eager to blow up all the heat accumulated in your body in a powerful orgasm, like the one before, like the ones in Kim's room, yearning for pleasure even just a tenth of those. Somehow, you find your back resting on her chest while she cups your breasts from behind and locks your lips together in a passionate, sexual kiss, a kiss that no relatives should ever exchange, nor dream to do, especially a mother and her daughter.

You've already tasted her cunt, met her in the most banned and amiss way, but kissing her, this kiss, this is something else, this is not just you two having sex, this is you cuddling with her, becoming intimate, passionate.

Tina was right. You love Mom, you want to marry her, you want to do these things again with her, forever; and the same with Tina too, and with Kim, because you love each of them, you desperately do for years, keeping it alive against all the chances.

Your kisses grow in intensity, getting rid of useless choreography until it's just the two of you savoring the one the lips of the other, like two lovers. When you eventually detach, you remain suspended with your eyes closed and your mouth gasping a few centimeters from hers, so that where your mugs fail to reach and mix your breaths do in their place. A distance of a pair of centimeters, yet excruciating like kilometers.

-Wow. You're a good kisser.- She whispers.

-Thanks. But... I'm not satisfied yet...-.

Tina has a chuckle, then: -Do you know what "scissoring" is, honey?-.

You, of course, do. And so, now you're mingling your legs with hers, pressing your privates together, electric spasms running through your entire bodies, bursting inside your most sensitive and feminine spots.

Compared to this, being eaten out is just a little more than a tickle, a sweet caress, and so when your clits brush together you know that it's over, you know it with a second in advance, before you climax, stronger, way stronger than before, like you never did with your cock, like your own life is flowing out with your squirt.

This bliss, this ecstasy, this is the pure pleasure of being a woman, a sensation that has been prohibited to you for all this time. Now that you've experienced it in all its splendor, that past injustice sounds almost ridiculous, memories of a surreal hallucination. It takes you a dozen seconds to regain a bit of lucidity, getting back if not to the ground, at least to Earth.

"Oh, Kim! How can I let go of all this now?" You ask yourself, a grain of pain in such euphoria. Kim's body feels so good, so perfect, so beautiful, and even if you know you have to give it back, you can't help but imagine, but wonder...

In front of you, your mother-sister is still glowing in her orgasm, clearly more apt to it and therefore knowing how to make it last longer. You wonder if you'll ever learn it too, if... if you'll learn how to be a woman, a real woman. Like... like forever. And how to be gorgeous like her at this precise moment.