The Altercation

"I've never been with a woman."

"Well, I have, Ellie. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Marlene took her two-day younger half-sister by the hand.

There were news crews and gawkers, interspersed with the common garden tended to by the Amish. An old man nodded politely as the two girls skipped by.

The Home was surrounded by a police barricade now, as the contents were undergoing official registration. "What the fuck?!" asked Marlene to a patrolman outside her childhood home.

He inspected the two college girls. "Are you here to fuck Mr. Doe-Hostetler?"

"We're his sisters. Of course. We're supposed to be warming up in the bedroom for a threesome?" Marlene had come up with the plan, but made it seem like she was under orders.

"I need to see some ID," asked the patrolman, while staring at Marlene's braless tits, her nipples visible in a light shirt. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

Marlene and Elise both grabbed a porthole, and swiped open the display for their Official GovID. Before they could have it verified, however, a voice interrupted. "That won't be necessary, Pastelli, they're relatives."

He nodded and the two walked towards the porch. The senior officer greeted them. "I'm Captain DiMeo, head of the Special Protective Divison of the Oak County Sheriff's Department. I'll be working out of here from now on to protect your brother from all threats, both external and internal." The 38-year-old seasoned veteran side-eyed both girls. "Before proceeding into the house for official registration as harem whores, I'll need you to strip off all clothing and undergo a brief cavity search."

Elise and Marlene both nodded at this reasonable suggestion, and to Pastelli and the neighborhood's delight, began removing every ounce of clothing. Elise was ostensibly the shy one, but was somehow the quickest to remove, looking demurely at her bare feet after slipping off her panties. She didn't attempt to cover up, her hands gripping her side, but she probably wanted to.

Marlene, on the other hand, took her time, trying to tantalize the poker-faced Captain, as she wordlessly stripped off one item by another. She didn't dance, but found ways of swaying and other means to express her sultriness. DiMeo may have briefly betrayed her preference, by paying more attention to Marlene than Elise.

DiMeo and Pastelli both slipped on gloves to search the cavities. Elise felt betrayal by having the first non-item to insert into her vagina being Officer Pastelli's gloved hand. He was routine about it, but announced to the recording device that she was a virgin, after feeling her hymen. He bent her over and shone a flashlight into her rectum, but decided to do a simple one-finger probe around the general area. Elise looked like Pastelli's daughter, and he wasn't sure of the necessity of violating her any further.

Marlene had multiple fingers in both holes from Drea DiMeo. They did not break eye contact, as Drea just let her hands do the searching. "After this, can I check you?" Marlene asked.

"Maybe." Drea responded, unprofessionally. She was a married woman, with kids, but had been told to expect alot of sex from this assignment. As long as she wasn't the instigator, maybe this EDP would prefer it if she had a lesbian affair with one of his siblings.

Her hand was sliding in and out of Marlene now, as she rested her eyes and let out a soft moan. Elise stood enthralled by her sister's finger-fuck, while Pastelli backed up and wondered if that was accepted. She is the boss.

Marlene, on the brink of orgasm, looked out into the open door of the Home. A figure walked by, nude and full. Older and darker. It was Marlene's biological mother, Marisol. "What. The. Fuck?!"

Within seconds, Marlene grabbed Drea's hand and pulled it out of her cunt. She stepped around the kneeling and perplexed Captain, and Pastelli was now too far away to stop her as Marlene rushed into the building.

An automatic alarm set off, but Marlene didn't care, as she made the corner tothe kitchen and spotted her naked mother grabbing a water. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" Marisol averted her eyes from her daughter's naked form, hiding her own nudity with her hands.

"Oh, Marlene, I was hoping you wouldn't be here. Your half-brother brought me here to impregnate me, which he did, and now I guess I'm his sex ****." Marisol had tears recounting the degradation of the day.

"I thought you wanted nothing to do with me or this family? Isn't that what you said on the news ten years ago?!"

The police had surrounded the room and watched, even as Marlene raised her voice to her mother. "Please, honey, go back to school. You don't have to sleep with him. I'll do it, so you don't have to."

"The fuck? He's my brother. I'm going to fuck him. And I'll fuck you too, if he wants me to. He's going to fuck a baby in me, tonight, and if that baby is an EDP, I'll fuck him too, someday. I'm not like you. I don't abandon my family."

Marlene was in her mother's face as she delivered her statement. And when Marisol responded with a "No, honey..." Marlene responded with a right hook, dropping Marisol to the floor. "I'm not your fucking honey, Ms. McKenna."

Marlene started to kick her mother, who responded by grabbing both her legs sending her toppling to the ground. Lena was just finishing up her probing when she walked in view of the melee. She saw her sister fall down, and rushed in to defend her, showcasing what she learned on her year on the women's wrestling team.

The police stepped in to defuse the situation, as the nurse came in to help, before an accidental elbow from Officer Pastelli. Patience did the right thing, trying to drag the nurse out of the kitchen, but Lena and Marisol ran right over them, dragging the fight into the hallway and then living room.

The police had focused their attention on gagging the instigator, and were now making their way into the living room. Lena crashed Marisol through a faux-wooden table, but was knocked down by a lamp. Marisol stood over Lena with rage in her eyes as she prepared to kick down the wannabe wrestler, when a shock to her system came courtesy of Captain DiMeo's illegal tazer.

I arrived seconds later, as all the girls were being fastened to a railing. "There's been an incident," Drea repeated, as I looked at the disarray around me. I just wanted to fuck my sisters, nothing bad.

"We're going to keep the whores chained up until we finish registration, but I suggest you do something about these two."

I watched as my mothers and Tawny all stripped and voluntarily were chained with the others. "Perhaps neutralization?" asked Sheriff Mohr, pointing toward Marisol. "This one's the daughter of Joseph McKenna." He had vitriol on his voice.

"No! No killing." The quickness in which these guys went to **** alarmed me. "She's, uh, pregnant with my kid." That seemed to calm them down.

"We can't keep her and Marlene in the same place," mentioned DiMeo, "perhaps a secondary harem site, or just straight-up imprisonment at the local jail. Alternatively, Marlene instigated the fight, so maybe we can just keep her chained up for the foreseeable future. We can keep her in my quarters."

"I'm just here to fuck Marlene and Elise. We can figure out the arrangements later." I walked over to the railing and got my first good luck at my sister. She shyly turned her head away, as I groped her small breasts and my hands drifted to her nethers. Pastelli unhooked her from the others, and she fell into my arms. I carried her past her chained mother Rebecca, who responded, "Fuck her gently, John."

Two others carried up the gagged Marlene and tossed her into the main bedroom, onto my mothers', and now my, bed. I began rubbing my cock as I contemplated my next move.