Chapter 65

Late that evening… You finally collapsed down onto one of the sofas in the wide, central lounge of the new brothel your old home had become. Another long day of sucking, stroking and fucking through with. Your last 'customer' of the day being, of course, your own step-father: Who had bent you forward over the arm of the settee you were now settled in, and slapped his sagging ballsack against your already gaped and stinging sphincter. Until one last, incestuous deposit joined all the other generous donations your working hours had earned you.

"I don't know why you still let him do that…" Stated the sole occupant of the sofa opposite, laid out in her own state of semen-filled exhaustion.

You shrugged, non-committedly by way of answer. There were all sorts of strange choices you'd made for the sake of your family. Letting your lost and lonely parent join the parade of other men who penetrated you each day, hardly seemed much of an additional chore.

"It's pathetic, the way he strops about the place… pretending he still has any say in what goes on here. The sooner Skeg throws him out to the curb, the better!"

Your step-sister lounged completely naked across from you, in a way that still sent uncomfortable sparks skipping through your heart… Though not, perhaps… in the same way it once did. She was absentmindedly rubbing at the slowly fading stretch marks that were left over from her latest pregnancy of unknown providence. You could already see the amount of fresher baby-paste leaking out of her from today's efforts as well. Perhaps it was the intense scorn she still held for her own donor of genetic material, that tied in to her apparent determination to pop out baby after baby without a single care for who their fathers might be.

You loved your new niece and nephew to bits, of course. Whoever might have shot the makings of them between your step-sibling's ever-open legs. But it seemed slightly hypocritical for her to be criticising what you did with your body and who you handed it over to. She was, after all, the one who had led you all the way down this path into a shape and self that was entirely different from where you'd started. Just where did it end?! You wondered. How many children did she plan to pour out, one after another? How many other lost souls was she going to lure in to this life of utter debauchery that, really, she had only used Skeg and co to organise for herself?

Once upon a time… such doubts over your dearest one's motives would have been simply impossible for you to even envision. You could still feel the eagerness within yourself to live up to anything she wanted you to be. Yet, slowly… the clenched circle of your love had been widening. Terry and the children, and Nancy, Rod and Dave. Even Skeg held a conniving, perverse endearment within your heart. Your subservience was never in question, but as the number of people you were entangled with grew… your devotion to that one light above all others seemed to dim a little.

You loved her, deeply. But were beginning to worry that if you didn't drum up the courage to challenge her excesses soon… no-one ever would. The men and women she had handed you both over to would be more than happy to just keep using her and pumping her full of sperm until her body simply couldn’t take it anymore… and you would just follow along, as you always had. Two sagging step-sibling whores, thrown out with the trash, still begging for just one more cock to pummel you into some small semblance of pleasure.

You looked over at your step-sister and saw all this… yet could not do anything to change it. Not tonight…

So instead you crawled over in a common ritual of submission. A grovelling action you'd performed for her almost every night for the past 3 years… and began to suck out the excess cum of who knew how many strangers, straight from her dribbling sex.