Home Sweet Home

After all the walking and sexual episodes that took place during the day, by the time Ryan walked into his house it was a little after sundown and it didn’t take very long before his mother came up to him expressing anger, fear, and frustration. The fact that at this point he was only wearing his pants and shoes left her unsure whether the anger or fear was the more justified feeling so she defaulted to stereotypical mom until she could find out more details. He still carried his bag and he wasn't bruised or scratched up so she didn't think he had been attacked. Maybe he had gotten ****? Or drunk? Which was a problem since he wasn't even 21 yet. She didn't know what was going on it didn't take long before she began demanding explanations.

As Ryan took off his shoes by the doorway he felt the same connections with her that he had with the previous four people that he had screwed earlier today but this time it felt different. It felt deeper and more complete. With the other four he had only been able feel the right way to go or unearth a single hidden desire, this time he felt more. She didn’t have just one hidden desire, she had several. There was one that stood larger than the rest though. It was a need to be the center of attention. With the same no effort that he had done before, within a short of time he realized he could make his mom into a gangbang whore. But he didn’t want to do that. That didn’t mean he intended to avoid fucking her, he just wanted to try something different. The previous relationships he went for the first fetish that he was able to cling to and didn't try to hold off with the sex for very long. He wanted to try delving into one of those deeper hidden fetishes but assumed it might take some time for the lust to work its way down and to bring them up to the surface.

For a large part of the day Ryan had felt he had his mind kind of in an auto-pilot mode. He was making decisions in only the most tangential of ways. Now that he stood back at home he felt a little bit more of himself taking over. He barely registered anything his mother was saying. She was making a fuss about him walking home naked, being gone for two days, almost needing to explain him going missing to his father, and asking him what he did to his eyes and if he was wearing contacts. That one was enough to get Ryan’s attention but only because of curiosity.

Instead he just remained where he was until he saw the woman beginning to do the overt sniffing of the air like all his other partners had done and rather than begin doing anything to her sexually, he just reached down to grab one of his shoes and stuffed it in her face. She wanted to say something and she wanted to rage at her son for dismissing her anger and fear the way he had so far. Instead all she could do was inhale deeply from the shoe and drop to one knee as she felt her pussy begin to overheat with an intensity she had never thought possible. If it were possible for her flesh to melt, within seconds she began to think her sex might have become molten.

As she lost her fight for discipline and control over her son she dipped a hand into her sweatpants, under her panties, and let one finger find its way into her sex. One hand held the shoe tightly to her mouth while the other hand began a rigorous masturbation session. With a smirk Ryan decided to wait and let whatever influence these smells had on people work their way further into her brain. He grabbed the unused shoe and went upstairs. The plan was to take a quick shower but first he walked past the bathroom. He stripped totally naked and dropped his pants in front of his sister’s room. He then knocked on her door nice and hard with the shoe before going into the bathroom to take a look at himself in the mirror to see what his mom was going on about with his eyes.

It probably should have surprised, scared, or worried Ryan that his normal blue eyes were now yellow. As he took a close look they also appeared to be less round and more slitted, almost like cat eyes. He heard the door to his sister’s bedroom open up momentarily and some swearing as she saw that Ryan had apparently just tossed some of his dirty clothes outside her door. He didn’t need to hear her pick them up as the scent began to open paths of curiosity and desire within her mind and while standing in the shower as warm water cascaded around his body he knew the girl had taken Ryan’s pants into her bed. He could sense that she was ready to be taken but wanted to make sure the situation was right which is why he was taking the shower.

The truth is her hidden sexuality wasn’t really that hidden. She had embraced her reality for the most part and when Ryan finished his shower, he intended to reward her for it. The two of them had always been to a large extent diametrically opposed opposites. Ryan had always been taller, skinnier, and not very physical while Tabitha was shorter, thicker, and muscular. She had long, blond hair while his was short and red. He had a reputation for being kind of a loner and a perv while she was popular and a known romantic. Blue eyes were about the only thing they had in common. At least until today apparently.

And that’s why he was not only taking a shower but he wasn’t just standing under the faucet and rinsing off his skin like usual. He was using the body wash and a rag to make himself good and clean. He washed his hair using the scented soaps she found most pleasant. Upon getting out of the shower he brushed his teeth, gargled, and shaved. He wanted to be as pleasant looking and smelling as possible as he left the bathroom and rounded into his sister’s bedroom, letting his large bobbing cock lead the way.

She was too wrapped up in her own self-pleasure to notice as her brother walked into her bedroom. He did his best to give her a loving look as he announced his presence, “My goodness, I don’t think I ever noticed how absolutely breathtakingly beautiful you are.”

She gasped as she realized she was being watched and tossed the shoe to the ground and swiped at her brother’s pants until they were on the floor. She began acting like she was going to cover up but as she looked up at him, she couldn’t find the desire to do it. There was a look in her brother’s eye. It wasn’t the scornful look he had when discussing the fact that her academic performances were never quite as good as his. It was the leering pervy look he gave when one of her friends came over. It wasn’t even the friendly sibling smile they shared when they weren’t at each other’s throats. It was a look of love. It was the romantic, devoted look that she always imagined the male lead gave the protagonists of the romance novels she was always reading. It was warm and left Tabitha feeling more off guard and unsure than actually embarrassed. Rather than try to cover up all she did was raise herself a little off the bed, red-faced and sweaty from her recent masturbation, and smiled at him.

She felt that she should be repulsed or scared as her brother continued walking closer and stopped as he stood right next to her bed just as naked as she was. Instead all she could do do was glance at his face, down to his cock, and back up to his face. Rather than revulsion she found herself wondering when her brother had gotten so handsome. He looked the same but he didn’t. It was as if there was an aura about him, as if he knew everything she wanted. His smile said that he wanted nothing more than to give it to her. A small part of her brain was trying to point out that this man was her brother, that what she was about to do was wrong, and she needed to kick him out. But the part that took over remembered that in all those romance stories she loved, there were always obstacles. That the relationships were often somehow taboo like a noblewoman and the stable boy or a peasant woman and a prince. Maybe a brother and sister were just another version of that same 'forbidden lover' trope. And quite often the romantic interest and protagonist came from different worlds, lived different lives, and at first seemed like total mismatches. But it was their differences that made the relationships work. It was the ability for each partner to make their lover better people that was important. So that was just one more way in which actually being with her brother would be like one of her stories. As Ryan leaned down and lightly pressed his lips into hers, she began pushing back and rising her hand up to begin gently stroking his cheek realizing that she might have become a character in those tales.

Ryan responded by reaching up and gently beginning to rub Tabitha’s breast, making her groan in satisfaction. For several minutes the two remained in this position largely using their hands to explore one another’s bodies and tongues to explore the other's mouth. Tabitha falling more in love with her brother by the second as she caressed him and he caressed her. Their foreplay slowly grew in boldness and intensity until both siblings hands were lightly fondling between the others legs.

It was the first time that either of them spoke as words weren’t important as they enjoyed the pleasure that came from contact as Tabitha pulled her lips away from her brother and asked him to put it in her. “Please be gentle, it’s my first time.”

“Of course my princess,” Ryan said in response before he took position above his lover and slowly moved his member into her most intimate of places. Tabitha squealed and screamed as she was stretched for the first time though her fluids making the penetration surprisingly easy and not as bad as she feared.

As Ryan pushed the last little bit of himself into his sister, she looked back up at him longingly and decided that their decision to become one was not a mistake. It was the best decision she had ever made and she felt a bolder, stronger side of herself awaken. Those romance stories often included parts where the lover would ‘take’ the woman and claim her. To be strong and rough with them and make her cum and see all the colors of the rainbow as she did. This is what she wanted and as if Ryan read her mind, he began to thrust in and out of her like she dreamed of. The pleasure she felt so intense that she began to lose track of when one orgasm ended and the next began. She felt like if it kept on like this it wouldn’t be long before her brain become a puddle of mush and if that’s what it took in order to feel her brother’s love enter her womb, she welcomed it. But that wasn’t to be as Tabitha felt at least part of her mind remaining as her brother’s dick began to swell inside her. When she felt the first hot stream enter her Tabitha instinctively wrapped her legs around her brother’s backside in an attempt to hold him in position. She didn’t just want his love, she wanted, needed all of it. And as he filler her, he continued to kiss her. The two lied together in that missionary position until they were sure every drop had been released before they separated. Ryan crawled out of bed while Jessica just smiled. She didn’t like the fact that so much of her brother was leaking out of her but she was also too tired to do anything to stop it, “So what are we going to tell mom?”

To that Ryan just smiled and decided to test how things were in his sister’s mind before moving on to the next step. “Would you be upset at all to find out that you were the fifth person I had sex with today? The forth woman. And that I intend to have sex with others? Including our mother?”

Tabitha just gave her brother a dirty smile, “Of course not, and I may have my time with others as well. But me and you, my dear brother share a connection deeper and more profound than any others. No matter who I lie with, no matter who fucks me, I will always see you as my first and most beloved. You need not even be the slightest bit jealous because we both know I will always return to your side. I know you feel the same way. Isn’t that right?”

Ryan dropped to one knee at her bedside, delicately took one of her hands to give it a light kiss, “You are absolutely right my sweet. No matter how many horny studs you bring to your bed, it will just be for pleasure and not for love. Your heart belongs only to me and I will never let it go.”

“And no matter now many dumb sluts and horny bimbos you fill full of your seed, the bed we share will always be the one you call home. In fact the idea of all those pathetic tramps giving everything to try to steal you from me, knowing that they never can, is kind of getting me turned on all over again. I kind of hope they do try to steal you away from me just so they can bask in their failure afterward.”

“Then I say that is how we handle mom. In fact maybe you can help. We can go downstairs to show her our love. And then make her beg to be the second most important woman in this family and in this house. I can be your king, you can be my queen. She can be our loyal servant.”

Tabitha grinned and got out of bed as she wrapped her arms tightly around one of Ryan’s and laid her head against his shoulder, “Lead on brother, time to create our kingdom.”

When Ryan and Tabitha reached the kitchen the both of them smiled malevolently as they looked at the image of their mother. She was no longer holding the shoe that Ryan had stuff in her face but it was still a few feet away. The woman was completely naked and masturbating without shame as they approached with a small puddle of fluids released by however many previous orgasms lying beneath her sopping cunt.

“Do you realize how sad it was that even this morning we found this thing intimidating and scary,” Tabitha asked as she got closer and entered their mom’s field of vision. When she saw her daughter she apologized for her behavior but didn’t stop fingering herself. When Ryan approached on the other side she just looked up at him with a combination of lust and fear.

“W-what did you do to me? I c-can’t stop?”

Tabitha leaned down until her lips were centimeters from her mother’s, “He helped you realize who you are. Please let her know Ryan, apparently her slut mind is too slow to figure it by itself.”

“I haven’t done anything. I just went upstairs, took a shower, and had a little sibling bonding time with me dear, beloved sister. You were the one down here frigging herself in the kitchen like a shameless whore. And do you know why you’ve been doing that? It’s because you are a shameless whore. A shameless, incestuous, **** without an ounce of self respect or pride.”

“N-no. I am not. I’m your mother. I-I am supposed to be in charge. Th-th-this is my house.”

Ryan smiled and looked at his sister and took a step away before slapping his hand up on the kitchen counter. Tabitha understood what he wanted and quickly jumped her naked ass up onto it and spread her legs so that her pussy was exposed to him. “Okay, maybe you’re not an **** whore. Maybe you do have some self respect and don’t want me to brutalize you with my cock until you can’t remember your own name. I guess that just means I’ll need to spend some time with Tabitha. She is my soulmate,” saying that he turned away from his mother completely so their mother could watch them making out passionately for a full minute. “But as much as I am in love with my sister, once we start I don’t think I’ll have time or concern for you. I will be too busy with my beloved to waste my time on a meaningless skank. But if you don’t want it...”

He began lining his dick up with his sister’s pussy and as soon as she saw what was happening their mother shouted out a loud, “NO!” Ryan looked away from Tabatha but kept his penis right on the edge of her sex as he looked over at his mother. When he didn’t pull away it was clear what he wanted to hear. “I need it. I want it. I’m ****. I’ll do anything. Please just give it to me. I have no shame. I want your ****. I can be your ****. Please, just please let me have your dick if you have any love for me.”

Ryan smiled and turned away as Tabatha got back off the counter. “There ya go, finally admitting what you want. You know what might be a fun way to start? My love, could you do me a favor and help this slut sit up a little. I’m sure an **** loving **** like her would love to suck her son’s cock and share it with her daughter.”

“Mmm, I really don’t want to share the first time I blow you with her but I guess I can allow it. After all, we are a loving family. Aren’t we mom?” She asked as she pulled the woman up so the both of them were face to face with one another. Ryan moved around and placed himself into position so his cock was between them. “Teach your daughter how to suck her brother’s dick. I’m sure an **** bitch like you thinks that’s a great idea.”

She didn’t want to admit it. She was terrified to say it. But now that she was in the position and she looked into Tabitha’s eyes her son's dick in the middle, for some strange reason it did seem like a good idea. As she stared at the precum leaking from the end of her son’s penis, all the taboos against **** and lesbianism that she had been taught growing up seemed like incoherent babble. Self respect was for people much more important than her, like her lovely children. As she realized that she was actually able to smile. “To tell the truth I don’t know much, part of the reason your father isn’t here anymore is the woman he left us for was more willing to go down on him than I was. How could I get into it when he wasn’t even a blood relative? When he didn’t know how to put me in my place?”

She looked nervous, as if she feared a reprimand but Ryan just clicked his tongue, shook his head, and gave his mother a consoling and even loving look, “That’s a good point. Dad did know how to fuck around which I can respect him for but the man really wasn’t what you needed. For a deranged **** lover like you, you don’t want to fuck him. You want us to do that some day don’t you?”

Her ears perked up at that. “I hadn’t really considered it but yes, oh fuck yes. That would be so hot. Ryan, if you could talk him into taking your dick into his asshole while Tabatha sucks him? Or takes his dick into one of her other holes?” A hand hand found it’s way back into her pussy as she talked about it. "And if I could be there to watch it and serve you while it happened..." Her hand found it's way back to her pussy but Ryan felt no need to reprimand her at the moment. He just slapped her cheek lightly with his cock to get her attention back onto that.

“Great, then it only makes sense that if she doesn’t know how to suck a proper dick yet the two of you can learn together right? That way she’ll be prepared to give head to her father when the chance comes right?”

She looked at her daughter again and smiled as she placed a hand on Ryan’s shaft, “Shall we learn together my queen?”

“Sure but if you think we’re stopping at sucking his cock you’re sorely mistaken. Ryan will be taking both of us in every hole and in addition to learning how to suck his prick, I will sit on your face at some point so you can start your lessons on eating pussy.”

Their mother just smiled brightly at the pending order and actually seemed giddy at being told what to do. She was so proud of her strong children that weren’t afraid to fuck each other, their father, or mother. As they began their ministrations she began thinking about expanding their **** even further. Ryan had always seemed to have an attraction to her sister Carol. Maybe she could invite Auntie Carol over one day and Ryan could use his persuasive abilities to have her join in the fun. Once they were done she would need to ask her king and queen for permission and see if they were okay with it. Nothing would be hotter than being the **** of another **** relationship after all, especially if it was in service to her master and mistress.

Ryan, Tabatha, and their mother began fucking at at her children’s behest slowly made their way up to the master bedroom which now belonged to Ryan and Tabatha. As did their original rooms. Mom of course slept in whatever corner of the house her children deemed worthy assuming they deigned her worthy of a whole corner. But for tonight there was very little humiliation, ****, or **** of any kind. The threesome just enjoyed one another’s body until one by one they all fell asleep. And for the first time today after Ryan’s partners gave up and passed out, so did he...