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Lena missed the Amish show of submission, and the arrival and fucking of Aunt Marisol, while in the throngs of ecstasy thanks to her childhood friend. Doestown was uncharacteristically quiet as she walked past the statue to her house.

I was setting places and barking orders. "Patience and I are going to fuck upstairs. I want Marisol to stay naked. She's hot. Mom, go get my three sisters. They're going to live here now."

"Umm... what about me?" asked Lena as she walked alone in the door. Dorothy had clients, and couldn't come with her.

"Oh, hey Sis. You a virgin?"

"Umm... maybe." Lena didn't know if her actions with Dorothy should count as full-on sex.

"Strange answer. Let's go find out. Leave your clothes on the floor."

The nude Patience and I impatiently rushed up the stairs to the main bedroom. My bedroom now. Lena removed her shirt and shoes and socks and shorts and panties, and followed forthwith.

I had pushed my Amish princess on the bed, lined up my hard cock, and was preparing to impale her right then and there, when Lena came through the open door. "Wait!"

I stared back with annoyance and curiosity. "What?"

"You can't just push in like that. It's her first time." Lena came down, and I reluctantly moved from place. "We need to prepare her first."

Lena was right, as I had a similar issue trying to fuck a dry Marisol. As my adopted sister surprisingly ate out my half-sister/step-aunt, I pulled up her shapely behind, and found her vaginal folds. She was wet enough, I determined, to plow right in.

And plow I did, taking her virginity while being met with a simple moan into the orifice of this other virgin. A virgin chain, it seemed. I was cumming in seconds, but I was not yet finished.

"Off," I said, my cock exiting Lena with blood and cum, she collapsing on the side of the bed. "Your turn," as I pistoned from black sugar to lily white, Patience wincing as she enveloped me in a vice-like grip. Through the magic of biology, I fucked and knocked up both within seconds.

"Johnny," said my topless mother Rebecca, witnessing her little sister's defloration with an odd frown. "The Sheriff wants to speak with you at the station."