Love as a flavour*

Once the task was complete, and Chastity's soft hands had rinsed the priest’s balls to a degree he deemed satisfactory… she was finally allowed to leave that scorching cauldron. Every inch of her skin was glowing red as she emerged. The teen’s head swam and vision spiralled as the cool fresh breeze finally embraced her, making her falter for a second and nearly swoon… like some delicate heroine of the ancient silver screen.

Father reached out an arm to her in seeing this. Steadying her and pulling her close to his fully-bared chest as he helped her over the rim. Once again Chastity was struck by how her heart fluttered to feel him so close. To feel his muscled form holding her aloft when her own felt so dizzy and clumsy. She knew it was entirely his fault that she was in such a state. She half believed that he’d set up the entire scenario just to cause this reaction… Yet, still… He held her up so steadfastly; and the cool, refreshing air flowed around them both. Making it seem like he was part and parcel with that wonderful, refreshing breath. The girl had once been allowed to watch a flickering heroine of the silver screen swoon into the arms of a bare-chested man… it had taken hold amongst all her teenage daydreaming as the nearest thing to romance she’d even got a glance of. It had seemed such an unrealistic moment of overwhelmed fragility, and had earned a hiss from her mother at the time that ‘the harlot had done it on purpose’. Another lecture in how despicable it was that some women just threw themselves into the arms of any man they could.

Here they both were, a few years later though… With Mother watching on smiling as they both stood naked in the presence of this stranger. Chastity could feel the man’s penis already beginning to stiffen and rise again, as she was wrapped in an embrace against it and allowed a moment to steady herself. Over her head, Father beckoned to his other prey. Bringing the more mature woman to obediently trot forward and await any further command. He drew her into a kiss… and Chastity found herself trapped between them. The meat in a hot and wet sandwich, squeezed between the bodies of two adults who stood as her only guides and guardians in all the world.

“Family is the strongest bond in all the world.” Whispered the priest, gently brushing his hand up the bared curves of both women. Pausing to cup one’s breast, then the other… then settling against the lips of Mother, who proceeded to suckle upon a finger without hesitation.

“He gave us our first family, then granted us his only son as well. Showing us that we are all connected by flesh and blood and spirit. That is why you must think of all those who come here as your brothers, my darlings. Because your love for them should be without limit… without boundaries. Just as should be your love for each other.”

He led them across the open space. Pulling Mother along by the finger she still refused to relinquish from her mouth… and guiding Chastity by a confident grip upon an ass-cheek. He positioned the parent up onto the edge of one of those cold, stone tables and once again relegated the offspring down to her knees. All was achieved without a single word of instruction. Just the undeniable touch of his hands. So the teen now found herself staring up between the wide-spread legs of her own parent. Presented inescapably with a view of the layered portal she’d first entered this world through.

A whisper was placed directly in her ear now… the hypnotic stranger having leant down to plant his words immediately into her muddled head.

“Your brother’s have been sowing their seed in there all of last night and this morning. Perhaps granting you a chance at another fine sibling, to welcome into our flock? Or perhaps just letting your mother earn all the pleasures of service she most-certainly deserves… Either way… That is now your realm to tend to. A daughter should always help in cleansing that passage from whence she came.”

A lump formed immediately in Chastity’s throat. She had never before even seen another woman’s genitalia up so close, not to mention her own parent’s. To be now faced with the prospect of getting as well-acquainted with it as she had with Father’s cock… the very thought tangled up with every other complicated emotion she had towards her mother. All the love and fear and doubts she had for this woman who had raised and guided her. The fact that she had already seen so many of those masked and faceless Brothers deposit their ‘seed’ in there hardly made much difference, disgusting though the notion was.

Yet... Mother was smiling down at her. That same pure and glowing happiness and encouragement that had seemed to radiate out from her since the moment they had arrived here. From the same woman who had once hurriedly dragged Chastity from a grocery store simply because she had seen two women holding hands. Muttering psalms of ‘sinners’ burning forever for their sordid weaknesses. The change in values and demeanour was startling and suspicious to a daughter so constantly chastised throughout her life… but she couldn’t help but want to do anything she could to make it continue. Again, perhaps this was what all more close and loving families did behind closed doors? The girl simply had no grounds to say it wasn’t…

Father’s hand was stroking the hair at the back of her head, a pressure gently insisting she move closer and closer. Chastity gulped again… but there was no way out now. She was trapped between her mother’s thighs, with only one course of action offered really.