Ravers Vs Ravers (With a Kupp in the Middle)

A silence followed Zack’s words. The weight of his intentions caused the air to become tense and thick, as both women replayed the words over and over in their minds, doubting what they’d heard. The only sound came from Chastity, sucking air in through her parted teeth, aghast at the very thought of brother and sister having sex, nevermind breeding. Her reaction stemmed from an innocent naivety rather than any moral qualms though, assuming such an act to be literally impossible among normal, well-adjusted people. Heather, on the other hand, smiled. To her it was both possible, and even welcome, but it was not something Zack would say. It was a joke. It had to be a joke. And she didn’t deviate from that belief, until Zack, without another word, began walking towards her.

Her heart fluttered. This had been what she’d dreamed of when she set about to coerce Zack into fucking his own mother, but, even then, she presumed she would be the one going to him, not the other way around. The wrongness of the situation made her throw up her hands to stop him getting too close, but he didn’t cease his approach. His own arms reached out, slipping between hers, to grasp her face. He pulled her in and kissed her, hard and full.

Another gasp escaped from Chastity, like the air was slowly being released from a balloon, although it was almost immediately drowned out by the noisy wet smacking of lips. She could actually see their tongues slide out to meet the other as their lips slid back and forth. Any surprise that Heather experienced had evidently been stripped away by the passionate kiss her half-brother gave to her, an erotic kiss that also made Chastity damp between her thighs. She could almost see actual steam rising from their lips as they parted for breath.

“What-”

He interrupted her panting question with another kiss. She greedily accepted, the need for answers simply melting away. Chastity wasn’t the only one who felt her body reacting to the kiss, but more than just damp, Heather’s body was on fire. Her skin was suddenly slick with sweat as he pressed his young, fit body against her nearly nude figure. It felt like a fever dream, not least because of Zack’s strange behavior.

Alpha-male dominance had never been Zack’s approach to women. But just when Heather thought to question it, he asserted himself further. His hand dropped from her face and slid straight into her panties. She gasped hard on his tongue, her body instantly quivering as she felt his fingers thrust against her labia. Her sticky arousal clung to his fingers as he pulled his hand back up, teasing her clit. Her sensitive form shuddered again, and she squealed as a jolt of electric joy surged through her nervous system and any idea of asking any questions at all went completely out of her mind. Few men could take control of her like this, and none like her father.

“I…I should go,” Chastity said. Her voice quivered along with Heather’s body.

Pulling his lips from Heather’s mouth, Zack rolled his head to look behind, staring deadpan at the blonde.

“Why?” he asked.

His hand was still jammed into his half-sister’s panties, the material lewdly stretching and bulging along with his fingering of her clit. Without his face to steady her own, she slipped her head into nook of his neck and moaned breathlessly against his shoulder. He was like a rock, completely still, as he stared at Chastity, his gaze locking her in place too. The only part of him that continued moving was his hand, stroking circles that filled the room with sodden squishes as her elastic lips were stretched and parted.

“You…you said…I mean, I…I don’t need to see…this is between…just between the two of you…”

Chastity finally managed to tear her eyes away from Zack’s, from the sensational act of incestuous bonding right before her eyes, but she still couldn’t move. Her eyes dropped to the carpet as she spoke and she wrung her hands together, silently willing her legs to take her from that place. When that didn’t work, she turned to God, but no one would save her.

“No need,” Zack said, taking his eyes off her as well. “I’ll put a baby in you too.”

“You…you’ll what?”

Chastity’s head shot up so fast it made her neck hurt. But she didn’t care about that. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Sweet young Zack had just offered, no, threatened to impregnate her. But having babies was only supposed to be something between mummies and daddies who loved each other very much, who’d thought about it very hard and came to the sensible decision. It wasn’t for overconfident teens to implant random women on a whim.

“OOoo, now, there’s a, idea,” Heather panted, and lifted her head slightly to look at Chastity with glassy eyes and a smile.

“Don’t encourage him,” Chastity begged, squirming as she rubbed her thighs together, trying to ignore how turned on she was by the passionate display by the taboo teens.

“Huh, you don’t want to?”

“Of course she wants to,” Zack said, yanking his hand from Heather’s panties and bringing his slick fingers up to her mouth. He traced her lips with her wetness, glossing them with her own lubrication, the thick taste and smell of herself making a shiver run down her spine. As his fingers slid inside, over her waiting tongue, he turned again to look at Chastity and said, “There isn’t a woman I can’t seduce.” Because I’m a Ravers.

The words again came out as a warning and between the intensity in his eyes and quickness that he had made Heather weak at the knees, Chastity believed him. Letting the young man fuck her unprotected would be dangerous. She might be ditzy but she knew that much. She should run, she knew that much too. But maybe she was stupider than she knew, because she didn’t run. She didn’t move an inch as Zack left Heather and stepped towards her.

Her lips parted, anticipating a kiss just like Heather’s. Instead, Zack pressed his fingers to her lips, tracing hers too, slightly thinner but still full and red, smearing the cocktail of pussy juice and saliva around the entrance of her mouth. Chastity gasped as the scent of Heather’s arousal struck her nostrils. And with the widening with her mouth came Zack’s fingers, penetrating her more fully, tasting his flavorsome digits on her tongue. Curling his knuckles, he dragged his fingertips along her tongue, stroking her just as he would her g-spot if he were fingering a different hole.

She felt dizzy. Having her tongue caressed was an odd sensation but there was something just as oddly comforting about the motion. Yet just as she was getting into it, Zack stopped. Pulling out his fingers, he trailed a path down, over her pouting bottom lip, over her cute round chin, leaving a slimy, shiny line down her neck to her collarbone and on until her top cut him off. Without needing to give the order, he pulled his finger back an inch and Chastity, all by herself, hurried to pull her dress up over her head, baring her cream half cup bra and matching panties.

While the blonde was still trying to guess what the next step would be, Heather was thinking several moves ahead. Before she even noticed Heather standing behind her. She heard the snap of her back hooks coming undone and felt the straps of her bra fall off her shoulders. With a sharp inhale, Chastity reached up and held the cups in place, at least hiding her nipples from sight. Zack made no effort to **** her to uncover herself, instead, resuming with his wet finger pressed against her warm skin.

Guiding downwards, the combination of Heather’s juices and Chastity’s slobber made for a sticky, bubbly paste as he made the track along the bone of her sternum. His digit dipped between the crevice of her boobs, disappearing completely from sight between the vast fatty globes. Chastity shivered beneath his touch. As his finger neared, the grasp on her bra wavered. Even if she were to lose it, she wouldn’t be completely naked; she’d still have her panties. Discarding her dress had been easy; she hoped he might be appeased by seeing her underwear, and admit that it was all a joke. But he wasn’t stopping. And if he wouldn’t stop now, that meant he wouldn’t stop until he had poured all of his baby-making batter into her oven.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let him do anything you don’t want to do.”

The angelic words of her old acquaintance broke the final seal. Chastity’s arms fell by her side and the bra dropped to the bedroom floor. She drew a long inhale between her slightly parted, pouted lips as she saw Zack’s eyes ostentatiously lower to take in her puffy pink nipples, stiff and rigid, surrounded by the darker, reddish areola. Two hands moved to cover her tits again, sliding her nipples between their fingers but the hands didn’t belong to Chastity, and the fingers weren’t Zack’s. Reaching under her arms, Heather teased the older girl.

Drawing the line further down, Zack continued over her soft, flat belly, dipping briefly into her hollowed naval. Chastity jolted in the spot, gigging between gasps as Zack moved over the ticklish area. The gooey juices pooling where her cord had been cut made her continue to squirm long after he had passed her belly button. The track continued over her pubic mound, where his hand met the hem of her panties. He paused, momentarily, lifting his head and looking the blonde in the eye as he shoved his hand down inside.

Small, trimmed hairs in a triangular shape itched at his hand as the same finger that teased Heather now dipped down and slid between Chastity’s labia. The blonde whimpered, thoroughly pleased by the combination of Zack’s slit splitting and Heather’s nipple tweaking. And, as he slipped his finger between her sodden lower lips, nearing her entrance, the heel of his hand ground against her clit. A rush of pleasure surged through her, and, just like Heather, she clung to him as she shuddered from the tips of her toes to the hairs on her head.

With the hand that wasn’t stretching the elastic of Chastity’s panties, Zack grabbed Heather’s head and pulled her in for a kiss. The kiss took her by surprise, but Heather went with it. Chastity could see them, their faces right beside her own. Brother and sister weren’t supposed to kiss like that, but any quaint objections faded away as Zack dragged his finger back along her parted lower lips and directly touched her clitoris.

He broke the embrace and pulled his head back, looking at the two girls, naked except for their panties. They were both breathless, their heavy chests heaving. Heather’s tits were squashed against Chastity’s bare back, but with every **** breath he watched as Chastity thrusted her own breasts into the brunette’s hands. Just the sight alone caused a protuberance in the front of the jeans. He worried for his zipper as the sound of their strained breathing made his cock stiffen further, and a heavy musk of sweat and arousal struck his nostrils.

“Now her.”

Heather turned her head slightly to look at Chastity’s lips and caught the blonde’s glazed eye. Those plump wet lips, slightly parted, coupled with her distant, delirious eyes told the story of a girl who had completely given in to the pleasure. If she leaned in right now, Chastity would no doubt welcome her mouth. But Heather hesitated, and glanced back to Zack.

“What’s gotten into you?”

She asked the question in a waggish tone to deflect offence, but she was quite concerned. While she had no problem being asked to kiss another girl, Zack wasn’t asking, and he wasn’t the type to command. And here he was, giving the order while his hand was down another woman’s underwear. She might have expected this kind of thing from Kurt, or Trent, but not Zack.

“It’s what I haven’t gotten into yet,” he quipped, punctuating the statement by unzipping his jeans.

Looking down, she saw Zack pull his cock out, his jeans and boxers collapsing in a heap on the floor where he stood. As he stroked himself for Heather’s viewing pleasure, his hand continued to work Chastity’s clit, though Heather could only see the panties bulge with his hand moving back and forth. The blonde’s body undulated against her own, and Heather chuckled to herself, supposing that Zack was right as she felt a fresh wave of heat blaze from the inside. They were long past the point of asking questions.

Pushing her concerns out of her head, Heather smirked. If Zack wanted to play it cool, that was fine by her, but, despite whatever had caused this new cavalier attitude of his, when it came to sex, he would have to learn that she was still the champion.

“You want us to kiss?” Heather said coyly as she turned back to Chastity. “Come on. Let’s give him a kiss he’ll never forget.

Instead of leaning in and pressing their lips together as Zack expected, Heather dropped to her knees. A second later, realizing she was meant to follow, Chastity joined her, groaning loudly as she pulled herself away from Zack and the fingers that had been giving her so much pleasure. Surprised as he was, Zack soon figured out their plan, as Heather positioned herself on the left side of his cock and Chastity sat poised on the right. Chastity was looking at the thick purplish tip of his long cock, but Heather was staring up at his face, making sure he was watching as they both leaned in and wrapped their lips around his cockhead.

Zack watched the end of his knob where Heather was sucking the older girl’s tongue into her mouth. They licked around his thick helmet, swirling and dancing, their soft, pink tongues teasing his glans as they tasted each other. Already a pleasurable tremor shot down his shaft to the root where his balls hung, the sack tightening as his twitching, stiffening cock stretched his skin to the limit. He felt another spasm at the base of his cock fire right back up his length. A glob of precum leaked from his tip and was immediately lapped up by Heather’s waiting tongue.

He sucked in a breath as he held his nerve. Being philosophical was easy when he was staring up at a dead forebearer, but it was quite another thing when two insatiable beauties were slobbering all over his cock. He could even feel Heather’s lips curl up into a smirk, her eyes still on him, and knowing that he’d given the game away. A Ravers was supposed to be cool, collected, unfazed by anything, always in control sexually. But it felt so good it was hard to keep up the façade. And Heather wasn’t giving him any chances to think, sliding her mouth down the side of his cock like playing a harmonica. More precum leaked from his slit, this time sucked up immediately by Chastity.

A Ravers shouldn’t have to think about it. He closed his eyes and lifted his head, blocking out Heather’s smug, confident smirk and her knowing stare. This was in his blood. Whatever naturally came to mind, that’s what he should do. The thoughts of consequences and what-if be damned. But he’d tried that with Ashley and look how that – no, banish those thoughts. Who knows, if he’d stuck to his guns and been more like a Ravers maybe he could be lying back at the Cabin right now, his cock in Ashley’s throat and Chloe nibbling on his balls. His eyes snapped open. That was it!

“Chastity,” he called out, so brusque the girl jumped. “take me deeper. And Heather, since you like being dirty, you can suck my balls.”

“Someone has gotten very bold. That’s the Robert Ravers effect, I guess.”

Heather glowered, correctly assuming the reason for Zack’s newfound sexual confidence, though she had no idea of the despair that had driven him to this point. Still, she didn’t protest any further, staying on her knees as Chastity stood, and bent over at the waist to take Zack back into her mouth, this time wrapping her lips the whole way around his glans, rather than sharing it. Heather glanced up, past the balls she was to suck as a few inches of Zack’s thick length disappeared into Chastity’s mouth. Drool formed at the corner of her stretch lips and threatened to drip on to Heather’s face, until she moved back and caught the salivating drop on her tongue.

Leaning forward, Heather pressed her already outstretched tongue against the underside of Zack’s tight ballsack, and the warm, wet sensation made him shiver. He looked down and saw Chastity’s bright blonde locks flouncing as her mouth slid back and forth along his length, taking care not to knock against Heather’s crown just below her chin, as the raven haired rich girl slurped at his testies. The sight bolstered his confidence. With just a thought and a few words he had made this happen. Because I’m a Ravers.

Having his nuts engulfed in Heather’s mouth pulled him from his conceit and back to the pleasures of reality. Her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel’s pouches but behind those stretched out lips he could feel her tongue continuing to swirl and tease his balls. A sharp tingle rose from his cock, surging up his length to where Chastity was waiting, depositing a new dollop of fresh pre-cum , thicker than before, right onto her tongue. Every part of his dick felt amazing. And if kept up this kind of sucking and slurping on his cock and balls, Zack was sure he wasn’t going to last until he got to fuck them.

“W-wait. Stop. E-enough.” He tried to sound commanding, but his voice was shaky.

Her father was more authoritative, Heather thought, but she acquiesced all the same, and Chastity complied too, pulling her mouth from Zack’s dick with a wet pop. The man himself took a step back and sat down on the bed, partly setting himself up for what he wanted to do next and partially because his legs were going to give way any minute. He looked at the receptionist and smiled. Even his smile lacked authority, Heather noted to herself. It lacked the assertiveness or deviousness of her father’s smile, which was more of a grin or a smirk. Zack’s smile belied his gentleness, even when he was trying to be strong.

She had expected, when Zack had fucked his mother, and she had fulfilled her side of the bargain, that he would come back to her, **** but honoring his word, and agree to finish the job of impregnating her fertile teen womb. That he had cracked like this, declaring his intention to put a baby in her, and even drawing Chastity in on the fun, surprised her completely. And Heather began to suspect that something deeper might be at play.

“Take off your panties,” he told the blonde.

But if this was the role he wanted, then Heather wasn’t going to stop him. It was actually kind of fascinating to see Zack act out intentionally. So, Heather said nothing as Chastity glanced at her, then reached down to peel her cream panties from the sticky mess her pussy had become. Her panties had only reached her thighs when Zack made the receptionist turn around, enjoying as much as Heather the sight of her wide, round ass pushed out as she bent over. He admired her for several seconds before giving his next order.

“Come over here so I can taste you.”

Chastity shivered, feeling herself flush between her thighs to be so lewdly talked about. But she had always sought to be dutiful in whatever was asked of her, a trait inherited and honed from and by her mother. With legs just as jittery as Zack’s, she tottered over to the bed and clambered onto the mattress. He laid back as she crawled closer and swung a leg over his face so that she was on her hands and knees above the length of his body, only realizing once she was in place that she had positioned herself with his cock right in front of her face. She looked down at the throbbing head, more precum trickling out as he felt her hot breath on his sensitive tip.

Sharing in the experience, Zack looked up and saw that she was leaking too, translucent tracks shimmering down her thighs. Reaching up, he gripped her thick ass in both hands and pulled her pussy down to his mouth. Her back went rigid the moment his tongue touched her most holiest of holes and she let out a squeak of pleasure. A squeak that became a gasp as his tongue swiped up, splitting her labia and tasting the fluids that seeped out. The gasp matured into a moan when he repeated the motion, licking his way to the center of her sweet. Unlike any telluric fruit, the more he devoured, the more she poured out.

“Ooooh, Z-Zacky,” she groaned, instinctively curving her back and rolling her mound against his mouth. “You’re so good at that.”

It was easy to be good when she tasted delicious, he thought, but rather than tell her, he returned her compliment with frenetic licks. But while he focused on the overflowing peach above him, he had nearly forgotten about Heather. That, generally, was a very dangerous thing to do. She had waited for her own instructions, which never came. Not that she minded too much, she was getting to watch a rather hot show, sending another warm wave pulsing through her own body.

Standing where she was, she saw Zack’s cock, harder and more erect than she’d ever seen it, twitch in its upright position, and correct assessed that Zack’s command hadn’t been entirely altruistic. He wasn’t just pleasuring Chastity because he wanted to, he was also buying time. If she had to guess, he must have been ready to pop with both girls sucking on his dick. He wanted to savor this experience, just like he was savoring the taste of Chastity’s tight puss right now. Understandable, but the Ravers in Heather gave her some pretty dirty thoughts about what to do about that too.

He gasped directly into Chastity’s pussy as he felt the tongue slide all the way up the underside of his cock. The blonde’s legs trembled as they squeezed in against his shoulders, her pussy lips tingling from his breath making her cry out and drop her mound tighter against his mouth. At the same time, his cock throbbed against Heather’s tongue. She dropped back to his balls and licked her way back up to the tip, tasting the precum that gathered there.

Smacking and smiling, Heather could tell from the thickness and saltiness of his precum that his actual load wasn’t far behind. Having him shoot it deep inside her pussy was what she really wanted, but before that she wanted to tease and test him. She looked up at the blonde, her pretty, innocent face hovering above Zack’s cock as she lay atop his length, her huge breasts squashed flat against his stomach.

“Hey,” she caught Chastity’s attention. “This thing is too big for just one mouth, don’t you think? Wanna help?”

When Chastity opened her mouth nothing but a moan came out. She nodded, however, and lowered her lips, extending her tongue just as Heather did. Together they licked him from root to tip, top and undercarriage, until his meat glistened. They kept going, encouraged by his twitching shaft, the heavy musk of a cock ready to fuck fueling their lust, lapping at his length all the more passionately. He only wished he could see it. His toes curled and he groaned, though his voice went unheard, smothered by Chastity’s swollen lips.

Heather knew exactly how to play him at his own game. No surprise considering the blood they shared, but if Zack wanted to last until he got to fuck them, he was going to have to do something and fast. A Ravers would last, so he had to last. And he couldn’t just throw Chastity off. That would be like admitting defeat. There was only one win scenario. He had to make Chastity cum before he did.

With renewed resolve, he swirled his tongue around Chastity’s entrance, one, twice, before he penetrated properly. Below, Chastity squealed, her hot breath hitting his bell-end. He pressed his mouth completely tight over the blonde’s pussy, feeling her pubic hairs tickle his chin as he snugged in as close as possible, allowing his tongue to slide in even deeper. She continued trying to lick his cock but her tongue work had become uneven and unsteady, but he couldn’t rest. Heather’s tongue alone was more than enough to make him cum if he didn’t remain vigilant.

While he thrusted his tongue deep inside her hole, teasing and tasting her inner walls as the tip flicked against her sensitive spots, he squeezed his fingers harder into her asscheeks. Prying the globes apart, he exposed her wrinkled star to his eyes, noticing how it winked back at him every time he shoved his tongue deep inside. He maintained his grip and extended the middle finger on his right hand and lightly touched her tighter hole.

“Ah, no! What are you…” Her whole body clenched again, her walls squeezing his tongue as he teased her asshole with a single fingertip. “Things aren’t supposed to go up there!”

Zack chuckled inwardly, unable to really do so with his tongue in Chastity’s pussy. Though she protested, she seemed intrigued by the idea, bucking her ass back against his finger. She had completely ceased her efforts in helping Heather, just as he planned. Smiling against her puffy pussy lips, Zack decided to sate her curiosity, slipping a single finger into her asshole while he continued to tongue the inner reaches of her hole. Almost instantly she arched her back and cried out to the ceiling.

“Oh no, I’m going to…” she half screamed “…I’m going to…with a finger up my butt.”

A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over Chastity and a squeal rose from her sweet, innocent sounding voice. Her whole body shook on top of Zack’s, so he could feel every twitch and spasm as the sensation and heat from her pussy spread out to every muscle in her body. Her hands clenched into small fists, her toes curled and she shook like she was shivering but her skin boiled and became slick with sweat. And when she couldn’t take anymore she rolled off Zack, all by herself, just as he’d hoped.

The young man leapt to his feet, pulling his member away from Heather’s tongue. He watched her as she rose to her feet, smirking. He could see it in those electric blue eyes that she knew he had been close, but she accepted that he had won. This round, at least. It took extra effort not to cum on the spot as she reached down and pushed her panties to the floor, baring a body that could rival any goddess he could ever imagine. It only got better as she sat down on the edge of the bed, beside Chastity’s exhausted, panting form, and spread her legs. With a foot perched on either side of her ass, Heather exposed her gaping, sodden pussy to Zack’s gaze.

“So, which one of us are you going to knock up first?”