The Party

Our county is pretty rural as I've told you about 923 times (give or take) but it does have some wealth from a few large businesses. Just about all of it is concentrated in Stone Cliffs, a gated subdivision just outside the county seat. Each lot is about 5 or 10 acres, which to most families in the county means you've got some land to keep cows or other livestock to supplement your income, but nobody does that in Stone Cliffs. I'm sure it's against the rules of the homeowner's association. Instead they just have big chemical-treated lawns that would make animals sick and they pay somebody else to mow the toxic grass. I hope I never end up living like that.

The house was a new-ish brown brick home atop a ridge, lots of sloping roof lines and dormer windows, 4-car garage, absolutely massive. Our family farmhouse was big in a quaint way, with its tacked-on rooms and wood siding, but this house was even bigger and much shower. Trucks and SUVs and a few old sedans lined the cul-de-sac and it was already dark outside since it was late November.

I parked the truck down the street and of course Lacey whined about having to walk half a block.

"You shoulda brought your e-bike," my sister teased. By now Christie knew the whole story about how she'd been caught taking it up the ass from her brother in the woods. She was surprisingly not all that embarrassed. I supposed it helped learning that Lacey shared in our perversion. I was still worried our secret would get out, but so far it was going a lot better than I'd feared.

Lacey was wearing a slutty black dress that showed half her tits. I wondered if she really was planning on fucking random boys at the party, and if so, I was not going to let my sister join her, no matter what. Or maybe she'd make Zach fuck boys, he'd probably do it too. My sister meanwhile was wearing jeans and a spaghetti-strap pink top that made her look pretty but was more innocent than slutty. Which was fine with me.

We walked in and the party was already in full swing. This was definitely how the rich kids partied out here, a DJ was set up playing country music, all the cool kids from high school were dressed up and running around with red cups full of beer from kegs.

"Oh my god, this music!" Lacey whined, but we just laughed at her. What did she expect, trendy Brooklyn techno?

We socialized for a bit and to my relief (I guess) Lacey didn't actually hook up with any dudes, although guys were slobbering all over her. We got some beer to get a buzz going, but I was watching what my sister and I drank. I was driving us home, and I didn't want Christie to get trashed. The whole party was pretty trashy though, teenagers getting wasted, rich kids being rich kids.

It was mildly amusing and I saw some boobies on chicks I wasn't related to for a once, but pretty soon my group went to find a bedroom. The house was so big we had an easy time of it, finding a quiet guest bedroom upstairs that even had a lock on the door. It was actually better than doing this at the farmhouse with all our family around. This was going to be great... even if it was supposed to be ****.

After making sure the door was locked, Lacey ordered us all to get naked. Suddenly her black dress made her seem less like a trashy slut and more like a sexy dominatrix. She even had on steep black stiletto heels to complete the look. Christie and I got naked, and so did Zach. I was really amused by how pussy-whipped my cousin was by his own sister. I hoped he was just to be an observer of the festivities, though.

"Undress me, Zach," Lacey said. My cousin dutifully obeyed, taking off his sister's dress with practiced fingers, unclasping here, unbuttoning there. I snickered at his effeminate attention to detail.

"I'd probably tear a dress if I tried to take it off a lady," I said, and my sister smirked.

"Zach is very well trained," Lacey said, "Too bad I don't have time to train you morons. I could always use more slaves." Lacey stepped out of her panties and stood in just those towering heels, which somehow made her seem intimidating even naked. Her body really was excellent, toned all over from trendy exercise programs with New York City personal trainer, she had wide hips and those huge globes of breasts, but the rest of her body was pleasingly slim.

"You're hotter," I said to my sister. I know where my bread is buttered. Christie gleefully kissed me on the cheek, but Lacey scowled.

"On your knees, slut!" she said. I didn't know if she meant me or my sister, but when Christie knelt down, Lacey stood over her and cleared it up. My sexy cousin's pussy was waxed smooth of any hair, and she pressed her cunt against my sister's face confidently. "Lick me, whore," she said.

I didn't really like having my sister talked to this way, but I figured we'd agreed to the punishment. Christie hardly seemed to mind, extending her tongue and licking her cousin's pussy lips eagerly. My sister ate Lacey's pussy, probing our snobby cousin's vaginal depths with her tongue. I could her her lapping as I watched and got a boner. Zach did too.

"What a good pussy eater," Lacey cooed, "I thought you rednecks weren't into homo stuff."

I rolled my eyes. Christie kept sucking her tormenter's cunt. I knew my sister was bi and enjoyed this, and that was cool with me. She pressed her tongue deep inside Lacey, tasting her so deep. I could see my cousin's juices on my sister's face and Christie was smiling as she continued the cunnilingus.

"That's it slut," Lacey said, "Make me cum and I won't tell anybody you fuck your brother."

Lacey moaned at my sister's oral skills. She grabbed Christie's hair, pulling her face in closer, and my sister kept eating her pussy eagerly. Then Lacey spun around and spread her ass cheeks.

"Nasty slut," Lacey said, "You like eating a girl's pussy, what about her ass?"

My sister didn't even hesitate to shove her tongue into our 20-year-old cousin's harless asshole. Zach and I leaned in to watch the anal tonguing. Christie was giving Lacey an intense rimjob, shoving her tongue deep into her cousin's anal depths.

Zach and I were both stroking our boners.

"Ugh, you morons! No cumming until I say so! Hands off your dicks!" We both reluctantly stopped.

Christie was still eating ass eagerly, reaching around and fingering Lacey's clit. I'd never seen two women go at it like this. My sister had her tongue buried in her cousin's rectum, frigging her clit wildly. Lacey was naked and looked like walking sex, totally hairless cunt squirting pussy juices as she came. Lacey was as horny as any of us. My sister kept rimming Lacey as her cousin came, and Zach darted to his knees to let his sister squirt her juices on his six pack abs and muscular chest.

Eventually Lacey stopped squirting her girlcum and had Zach clean her pussy. It was so hot to see another brother/sister couple having ****, Zach shamelessly cleaning his mistress-sister's cunt with his tongue.

"Punishment isn't over yet," Lacey said as her brother ate her pussy, "One of you has to fuck Zach now. I'll let you decide which."

I frowned. That was so perverted, and not the direction I wanted this to go. I didn't want my sister to fuck another man ever, even a wuss of a man like Zach. But I wasn't gay, or even bi. At least I didn't think so. Still, Lacey was looking at us sternly. This wasn't a request, it was an order.