Deal with it

You take a swig of the horrible cocktail as Rebecca, Helga, and Agnes look to you questioningly. Your erection had died down at the news of your sister's stupid brats running around your house probably making a mess. At least you weren't a total monster, you thought, worrying how to keep those kids away and not expose them to your depravity.

"Ahem. Mr. Doe..." Rebecca was pointing at your blinking watch. "Oh, right," you said, "suck my cock."

Rebecca worked diligently at a hapless job, as your mind was too busy thinking of these horrible cocktails and your sister's horrible timing, but eventually you get hard again.

In the meantime, Agnes and Helga put their clothes back on. Helga is in some skimpy lingerie, odd for a nine-month pregnant woman to wear, but you pay it no heed. Agnes is wearing some of your wife's old clothes, including a Nirvana t-shirt that gives you a chuckle as something a nun wouldn't wear.

Rebecca is still wearing her see-through get-up, but has at least put a tank top over it. Agnes hands you a new pair of shorts and helps you put on a simple white tee.

After a few minutes of patiently waiting, you finally cum, pulling out of Rebecca's mouth and covering her face and staining her tank top. She smiles kindly at you as you pull the shorts on.

You exit the room to already see two of your nephews running up and down the stairs. "Get the fuck out of my way!" you say testily to the 4-year-old.

"Mommy, Uncle John said a bad word!" you hear in the distance as the little brat tattles on you. "He can say that, Warren, because of his disease," goes your sister's voice in the other room. You yawn and scratch your balls as you and your entourage descend the steps.

Dana and Brad Roe come out of the living room to greet you. "We had an early flight," says Brad reaching out to shake your hand. You ignore him an eye your sister's body. You grab her by the waist and begin to passionately kiss her as everyone looks on.

"Oh my," Dana blushes after leaving your embrace. "What the fuck are you guys doing here?" you ask.

It turns out after Sunday, when you **** Dana and Brad to have anal sex during a phone call, that they determined you were sexually attracted to her, and Dana encouraged Brad to pay for a plane trip to visit you and fuck you as necessary.

You introduced them to Helga and Agnes, as Leigh and Rebecca went to go play with the three kids. Brad was holding their infant daughter, who shared a first name with your own daughter.

"Where is Julie?" asked Dana as she and you and Brad and Agnes sat down in the kitchen. "Uh, College, I think," you say, slipping a drink of some coffee Leigh had prepared. You were a little concerned having not heard from your daughter in a while, but those concerns vanished when Dana unbuttoned her shirt.

You stared hungrily as she droned on about something, while taking out her left breast and grabbing infant Julia for some very active breastfeeding.

"John!" she yelled, and you looked up in confusion. "Huh?" you said looking up after a few seconds. "I said did you want to suck my tits?" She handed off the baby to Brad who left the room. Dana sat there with her tit still out. "Have Leigh and Rebecca take the kids to the backyard," you whispered to Agnes who followed Brad out the door.

You approached your kid sister gingerly, helping her remove her top and bra and sit there completely topless. You began sucking on her tits, getting the best breakfast a big brother can ask for. You look up at her and say, "Sis, I haven't sucked milk out of a woman's titties in almost six hours!"

But she doesn't care for your lame joke. Instead, Dana is closing her eyes and moaning. Clearly this is sexual to her, which is probably why she let you suck her tits in the first place.

"Okay, Julia's asleep," says Brad, bounding into the room loudly before seeing his wife moaning as you suck her tits. Dana's hand is in her pants now, and you begin slipping off your shorts. Your erect cock slips free as you glare towards Brad.

"Oh, sorry, guys," he says, before attempting a quick retreat. "No," you stop sucking and step out of your shorts. "Help me get her on the table."

So with your brother-in-law's help, you have Dana quickly stripped and on the kitchen table. Brad closes the blinds to the backyard, so the kids won't be bothered with you fucking their mother.

You begin eating out your little sister as Brad turns to you. "Anything else?"

"Yeah," you say, standing up and placing your cock at her shaven entrance, "if you can hold her while I fuck her, I'd appreciate it."

The husband and wife smile, and give each other a quick peck as he holds her shoulders down to the table. You look at them with an lusty smirk as you ram into your sister. Once. Twice. You lose count.

Dana is no actor, so it takes her a few minutes before she starts enjoying the fuck. Probably because you start massaging her breast. Her legs are toned, you notice. In fact she's very fit. Caitlin and your mother were also very fit, and you were always the black sheep of the family in that regard.

Still after a few days of almost non-stop fucking, you realized this was an enjoyable exercise that might pay off in a few months. You looked down at your somewhat flabby belly and fat dick pounding away into your lean, mean sister.

All these thoughts helped you hold back, but enjoying the site of your penetration almost took you over the edge. It certainly took Dana over the edge, who moaned loud enough for the backyard to hear. That was your cue to give her everything you've got, and fill her womb with very familiar DNA.

You and Brad helped Dana off the table, as she gently wipes some of your cum off her leg. "Congratulations on the new kid," you say to Brad, who gives a hearty chuckle. "We really didn't need another one, but c'est la vie."

Dana, glowing and sweating after her fuck, responded, "He probably impregnated over fifteen women these last few days."

"Actually," you said, "you're number twenty-seven by my count."