Tina

-Oh, would you look at that!-.

You kneel down, captivated by the delicate pair of shoes displayed behind the glass of the shop window. The soft sheen of the leather catches the light, and you can already picture them paired perfectly with the dress hanging untouched in your closet. A little thrill runs through you as the thought of wearing them stirs something deeper.

-Babe, what do you think? Do you like them?- You ask, turning to Robert with a mischievous grin curling at the corners of your lips. As you suspected, his gaze doesn’t linger on the shoes for long. It's your body that draws him in—his eyes fixated on your perky ass, the one you’ve deliberately swayed as you bent to get a better look at the shoes.

-Uh, yes, I do.- He numbly replies. Ah, your poor husband, still clouded by that tiny piece of goo inside of him! You stand up, sensually biting your lip as you sashay to him to plant a passionate kiss on his lips. If else, he looks so adorable. He's like your giant soft teddy bear, a faithful big puppy that never makes you feel alone or sexually frustrated. You don't care if he once was your father: by now, you consider him one of the best perks of being Mrs. Jessica Harris.

-Mmm, I must admit, I wasn't sure at first, but this shopping spree is turning out fun. Don't you agree, sweetie?- You ask your elder daughter who has just emerged from a store, two bags of clothes in her hands and a grumpy snout on her face. Unfortunately, she seems to think otherwise than you.

-That blonde bitch.- She's hissing: -That nymphomaniac hoe. That lesbian...-.

-Kim, dear, this is your sister we're talking about.-.

-Exactly!- She exclaims, oblivious to the curious glances she’s drawing from those around her.

-I mean, how dares she! I had all the rights upon our old body! I'm not expecting anything from you, Dad's limp cock must not be that gratification, but her! Couldn't she just, I don't know, find some dumb bimbo like her own self to shag?-.

-Kim, your brother made a choice, we have to respect that.- You try to reason with her. Kim, however, reacts like a child whose favorite toy has been taken away, stomping her feet on the ground.

-And where's her respect for me? I'm the oldest, she should feel honored to give way to me!-.

You take a deep breath, trying to stay calm, and turn to your husband, asking him to give the two of you a moment. Once he steps away, you face your daughter again. -Come on, Kim, what's really going on? This isn't just about Tina, is it?-.

-Duh, I don't know.- She snorts, wiping away an angry tear.

-Maybe it's because someone ruined my car? Or maybe because I'm surrounded by idiots who think they know better than me? Or maybe because I'm so full of anger and I don't even know why, and everyone seems to hate me, and I'm using my sister's body to fuck my old one and I feel like I'm losing myself!- She ends up sobbing, her body wracked with emotion.

-Oh, sweetie, come here.- You pull her into a gentle hug, her pretty face gently sinking into your udders.

-I know this is hard. I know everything's changing for you. You’re not the same person you were just a few days ago. But I'm here. We all love you, Kim. Your brother, your sister, and me. You know that, right?-.

She sobs, looking up at you with wide, tear-streaked eyes.

-It's easy to speak for yourself. You've ended up in Mom, and let's be honest, sniff, she's always been our favorite.-.

-Easy? Oh, Kim!- You chuckle, honestly amused. You give a grope to your big jugs: -Sure, I got these, and don't get me wrong, they're totally worth it. But, think about it, not only I'm a woman now, but I've lost more than 20 years of my life. And I'm Mom. And it's hot, yes, but also... weird. And trust me, I remember being you, and this is even weirder.-.

You're serious right now. You remember everything of your mom's... or rather, your, life. You remember giving birth to your kids. To yourself. You remember loving them for two decades like any mother would have done; and now, you've felt this love suddenly evolving into something else, something deeper, something... naughtier.

-Yeah, right.- Your daughter sniffs, still unsure. You take her face in your hands, brushing her hair away from her eyes, your gaze softening. It seems like yesterday that she was a whimpering little pink puff, and now, now she's so hot.

-You've always been special, Kim. Beautiful, inside and out.-.

Kim looks away, embarrassed: -Everyone's watching us.- she murmurs.

-I don't care. Let them watch. Kim...- You let her name hovering in the air, like the reminiscence of a pleasant dream.

-Mom... could we... could we...-.

She's hesitating. You can see her struggling with the weight of her own feelings, a quiet fear holding her back.

-Could we... have sex... please?-.

You smile.

-Of course, baby.-.

---

There's an unexpected silence in the room, now that the others have left. After the initial excitement when you pronounced her name, and her being all clingy as you made your way back to the room, you expected that once you were alone, she would... well, do something. Maybe make a move, or say something, or act on the energy in the air.

Instead, Tina sits quietly on the couch, her hands on her feet, playfully swaying her knees like butterfly wings in the breeze. A goofy smile is painted on her face, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that you can't shake off. It almost feels like she hasn’t blinked once.

You try to focus on anything else, your gaze darting around the room. You're not even sure why you’re feeling so uneasy; after all, you had chosen her for a reason, even if instinctively. You'd been waiting for a moment like this since your puberty. Yet, there's something about the silence between you now that makes you more anxious than anything.

-So...- You break the silence.

-So.- She echoes your words, her voice soft but full of curiosity.

-Ehrm, what do you want to do?- You ask, unsure of how to keep the conversation going.

-I don't know. What do you want to do?- She asks right back.

You don’t know where this is headed. To avoid overthinking it, you decide to just say the first thing that comes to mind.

-Do we watch some movies?- You suggest, though you immediately think: "A movie? Really?"

But Tina's smile doesn’t falter. -Sure.- she replies without hesitation.

"Of course." You think. The TV is right in front of you, and she's clearly waiting for you to move next to her. You get up from the bed groggily and sit next to her on the couch, clearing your throat in slight embarrassment. She's still grinning, watching you intently. You reach for the remote, flipping through the channels. Tina turns her attention to the screen, but the silence returns, only disturbed by the sound of the broadcasts.

Political talk show. Nope.

A cartoon. Neither.

News. Neither.

-Oh Evelyn, kiss me before it's too- Nope nope nope.

-Big bro.- Tina's voice makes you jump, and the remote slips from your hand. On the TV, a segment about Luna Carmichael's new album catches your attention, but that's not why your heart is racing.

-Hey, um, I'm not sure if it's the wrong time or...- You begin, but your voice fades when you feel her foot lightly brushing against your calf.

-Big bro, am I making you nervous?- She asks, her steady gaze locking onto yours.

-Well, I mean, it's just that I’m a little surprised... that...- You trail off, unsure of how to explain yourself.

-That I haven't jumped on you and stripped off my clothes?- She teases, giggling at your awkwardness.

-In... in a way.- You admit, feeling yourself flush. She tilts her head to the side, her blonde hair falling like a wave, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

-But Tom, I don't lust for you. I love you. And I want to respect your space and your boundaries, whatever they are.-.

Her words catch you off guard. For the first time in what feels like forever, you see your sister as she used to be: rational, thoughtful, completely in control. But there's still that subtle tension in the air, the way her foot keeps brushing against your leg, that makes your heart race.

-Well, um, alright.- You manage to mumble, feeling a little unsure.

-I mean, this morning you didn't seem this... this.-.

Tina laughs, a light, teasing sound: -You're right.- she agrees, then adds shrugging her shoulders and swaggering out her saucy boobs, her sundress clinging on them: -But that was before you chose me.-.

She pauses, then sensually bites her lower lip.

-Big bro? You made me very happy when you chose me. It means a lot. It means that you love me too.-.

-Tina...- You mutter, feeling the weight of the word 'love'. It’s strange now, even if you were sure of your feelings before. Something about that word makes you scared.

-I know. I know. I don't want to push you on this. But Tom...- She pauses, letting your name roll on her lips. You gulp, holding your breath at the intensity of her gaze. Her next words make you tremble entirely.

-...I'd really love it if we had sex right now. I want you in me again, Big brother.-.

-T-Tina...-. She leans in, moving with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm, giving you every moment to feel the weight of her approach. Her eyes flutter shut, as if the world around her is fading. The TV drones on about the latest world tour of the Trinidadian pop star, but the words barely reach your ears. Then, her lips are on yours, a kiss that isn’t rushed, but rather deep, slow, and all-encompassing.

After that, Tina smiles at you, pure happiness filling her blue irises that makes you smile too. Sure, she's changed in the last days, but... but you're now starting to think that you made the right decision during lunch.

Your sister tosses away her sundress, revealing a set of zebra-striped lingerie that hugs her proportioned, yet enticing, young curves, the same ones you touched and tasted and kissed three days ago.

-What do you want to see first?- She teases you: -My tits? Or...-.

You swallow down nervously.

-The tits.- You say.

She gives you an approving look, then fiddles with her bra and, with a click, she reveals the same supple mounds you've been dreaming about for the last nights.

-You know, my face is up here.~- She teases, her voice laced with playful mockery, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she catches the shift in your expression.

-Sorry bro, I've always wanted to say it. And I don't blame you, though. They are quite pleasing, you know.- She comments, giving them a firm grope. Your eyes are transfixed by her fingers sinking into her own flesh and tickling those puffy nipples. Then, she stands up and turns around, seductively swaying her butt at you.

-Though, my little bouncy ass is nice too. But, honestly, my favorite part is...-.

You could swear they were announcing alien landings at that concert for all the attention you're giving it. A ****, involuntary gasp escapes you as her thong slides down with a deliberate, seductive grace, revealing her most intimate secret, her special, hidden place.

-My pussy.~-.

Fuck, you love your sister.

---

You love your daughter. Oh, god, you really love her. After having broken into this house, put the guy in there under your control, and moved to the bedroom, all you had to do was to take off your bra and show her your breasts: -I recall you loved them last time.-, you purred. And so, here she is, attached to your nipples like a little baby, peeking up at you with hunger. Seen in this light, it's hard to reconcile the image before you with the bitchy, manipulative girl she usually plays at being. But there's no denying the rush that courses through you, knowing just how desperately she craves you.

"All thanks to these." You think, groping your currently available teat. You have long dreamed of being able to touch them, your mother's boobs and now they are all yours, like her body, finally. Oh, but what are you saying, it's your body, and who could ever question that? You remember perfectly that you were born, raised, and developed in it; and, since it's your body, you can do anything you want with it. Even having sex with your daughter.

-Mmm.- A moan escapes your lips as you feel Kim's fingers probing between your folds. She skillfully digs and grides, and she immediately finds your g-spot, making you all flustered. As her thumb presses on your clit, you're rocketed out by a breathtaking climax that ends up dampening her hand and the sheets. And, as your memories testify each time it comes to having sex, instead of feeling drained, you find yourself only more consumed with desire.

Multiple orgasms... menopause is totally worth them.

You turn her around, crawling up on your knees and shoving your crotch down her snouty face, rocking your hips back and forth. You close your eyelids in lewd groans, your former sister making again an excellent work, just as you've expected. But then, you realize, it's not really fair that she's doing all the fatigue and you're taking all the pleasure, right? So, you spin around and bury your face between her thin, smooth legs.

-Mhh!!!- You feel her chugging inside your cunt and her nails scratching your thighs. Seems like you're doing a good job as well.

You're helping yourself with your finger, rubbing her labia and her clit while your tongue strikes deeper. It doesn't take long to feel Kim's body shaking and her moans growing in intensity, until she squirms and tenses under your weight, making you tremble as if you were riding a mechanic bull.

You move aside and look down, seeing Kim's reddened face emerging from under your bum. She holds herself up on her elbows, passion and shame both tinging her look.

-Feel any better, love?- You giggle.

-Shut up.- She mumbles. She sits on the verge of the bed, groaning in apparent distress.

-What's wrong now?-.

She buries her head between her shoulders, showing a discomfort that makes you smile.

-Well? Bothered that you didn't take the lead? Come on, it wasn't that bad, was it? Plus, there's no point in pretending nothing happened...- You crawl to her, your mouth whispering directly in her ear.

-I know you're still Tom, and that you lust for us. And I... lust for you too... mmm...-.

You're about to strike again, but Kim clicks her tongue and gets up, getting dressed amidst quiet grumbles. You calmly do the same, occasionally casting knowing glances at your sulky daughter.

"Kim... she thinks she's so complicated, but in the end, she's not that complicated. I really think I'll be a good mother...".

"And she, a good little puppet.~".

---

The sight before you is pure temptation: a sinuous curve like rolling hills, cascading into a golden waterfall that glimmers in the light, and overlooking two deep, mesmerizing pools of blue. It’s almost surreal just like the brochures mentioned. Except you're not talking about the Sierra Vista landscape, but about your little sister. Right now she's on all fours on the couch in nothing but her birthday suit.

-I'm so wet now. I wish I had a cock to bang myself.- She says, her tone shameless, her words hanging heavy in the air. The sheer audacity of it—strange, raw, and unfiltered—sends a jolt through you, turning you on despite the oddity of her confession.

-Use yours, brother. Use it to fuck my pussy.-.

You don’t need to be told twice. Stripping your clothes off as if they’re aflame, you join her on the couch, your stone-hard cock gripped firmly in your hand. Without hesitation, you plunge into her, her slick, eager heat enveloping you completely. The tightness of her inner walls grips you like a warm, velvety quilt, pulling you deeper, igniting every nerve in your body.

Tina lets out a delirious titter as you take her rough from behind.

"This is so messed up. That's my sister, my sister...!" You can't help but think, still half-incredulous, that any of this is real. Yet it's not just real—it's your new normal. The heat, the rawness, the way her body moves against yours—it all feels inevitable, like the world has shifted just to accommodate this truth.

-Keep going, big bro! Big bro! Let's play hide and seek with your cock and my pussy!-.

A shiver runs down your spine. Hide and Seek was your favorite game with Tina when you were kids. Bringing that out right now... oh, it's so sick.

-Mmm, fuck! Olly olly oxen frrrrr...- Her words dissolve into a quivering moan, her body jolting as if for a moment she’s lost control of her limbs.

-Oh, Tom, if only you could feel that!- She whines.

Tina buries her face in the pillow, her muffled moans filling the room as her body trembles beneath you. Your cock pulses inside her, hard and insistent, almost like it’s sending a signal.

-Tom.- Her voice breaks through the haze as she turns her flushed face toward you, her lips forming the question with breathless intent: -What's your favorite part of my body?-.

-Uh...- Your rhythm falters, her unexpected words throwing you off. Before you can answer, she shifts her hips, her body twisting beneath you with a feline grace until she’s fully facing you, her nakedness radiating heat and power, her sly smile daring you to respond.

-I, I don't know, I mean I said boo- Your fumbling reply is cut short as her foot suddenly presses against your mouth, her pink-nailed toe twitching against your lips with teasing confidence. The touch is electric, strange yet intensely arousing. Her other foot grazes your thigh, the light caress sending shivers up your spine.

Her lustful grimace turns into a satisfied giggle.

-You like it, big bro? Do you like my svelte clean little feet?- She keeps her eyes locked on you as her little toes swirl teasingly against your lips, a rapid, ticklish motion that sends unexpected jolts through you. You've never been a feet guy, but right now, there's no denying the rush coursing through your veins, a wild, unrelenting energy you can’t control.

And neither can she. With a wicked grin, she shifts, her leg lifting to press her foot firmly against your shoulder, using it to pull you closer. Her taunts dissolve into moans, each sound raw and dripping with need, as her body arches in perfect rhythm to your every move.

-Uhm, ahh, big, big bro, would you, ahh, stand up for a sec?-.

The thought of telling her no doesn't even flicker in your mind. As if by instinct, your cock reluctantly slips out of her wet, pulsing pussy, leaving you throbbing, eager for whatever she has in store. And you're not left waiting long.

Her feet begin to mold your length, her movements deliberate and teasing. It's… incredible. They're nothing like hands—the insteps are firmer, more unyielding, but the soles are soft, velvety, wrapping around you with a delicate precision. Her toes, nimble and mischievous, feel like tiny, rounded pebbles, padding and stroking you in ways that make your breath hitch and your body tighten. She knows exactly what she's doing, and it's driving you wild.

-Big bro. I don't mind if you have sex with other girls, but... could this be our thing? Our little secret?-.

She beams at your numb nodding. Then, she adds: -I must admit, it feels a bit strange. But I think I like it! But Tom, I want to be fucked again, could you? Pretty please?-.

Once again, there's no hesitation. You're ready to resume where you left off, but as you shift, she stops you with a sly grin and asks: -Can I stay on top this time?-. You comply without question, lying back on the couch and letting her take control.

But instead of riding you the way you expect, she lowers herself slowly onto your cock, sinking onto you with deliberate ease. Her posture is unexpected: one foot planted firmly by your chest, her hands bracing her weight behind her. The reasoning becomes clear a moment later when her other foot hovers over your face, flaunting provocatively.

Your hand instinctively reaches out, closing around her slender ankle, her skin warm under your touch.

With your phallus fully nested inside of her, you start worshipping her foot, kissing and smelling it with full passion. You've always thought that these things were for weirdos, but right now, you don't give a damn.

-Ohh!- She screeches. Your member is boning hard right now, it's like it wants to dig its way out of her fleshy tunnel. At each pecking of her toes, your hips buck up, causing her pleasing tribulation to grow.

-Big bro, you're, you're so big!- She exclaims, making you go crazy. Oh fuck, you're about to cum, you can feel it.

-I want to... our thing... again...- You groan, your lips still stuck on her sole.

-Of course, oh God, of course Tom, your little sister will take care of you!- She moves away, letting you sit up so she can place herself next to you. This time, your penis doesn't get to feel naked, as her paws immediately replace her pussy around it, rubbing vigorously as her life depends on it.

-I love you... so fucking much... brother... oh brother...- Her voice is reduced to a squeak, and it's finally too much. Splurts of your sperm soak her feet, her light blue eyes glinting with joy. You don't realize you were holding your breath until you let out a powerful grunt, before falling back on the pillow, completely worn out.

Next to you, your sister slowly swings her legs in the air, toying with the drops of your ejaculation, before strutting up with a confident grin and finishing herself with her fingers. You admire in awe your once reserved, prude little sister, her feet dampened with your seed, masturbating next to you, until she trembles all over and cries out in orgasm.

You're both breathless, bodies slick with the aftermath of passion, exhaustion sinking into your limbs like a warm, heavy blanket. Your chest heaves, trying to catch up with the frantic pace that left you trembling. Your mind feels unmoored, barely able to stay grounded, as if it's floating somewhere between reality and the intoxicating haze she's pulled you into. Every sensation lingers—her scent, the heat of her skin, the echo of her voice—all blurring into a heady, overwhelming mix that keeps you tethered to this moment.

You're on holiday with your family, and your sister just gave you a footjob.

Tina nestles closer, her warmth seeping into you as she plants another kiss on your lips. For a moment, everything feels light, easy. Your smiles growing as you gaze at each other. She wraps her arms around you in a tender hug, her small, soft body pressing against yours like a warm, delicate rag doll.

But when she pulls away, something shifts. Her expression clouds, troubled, her unease cutting through the intimacy of the moment.

-Tom, yesterday I… I wanted to tell you something…- Her voice falters, her gaze dropping to avoid yours.

-What's it about?- You ask gently, your brows knitting in concern.

-It's about us. Me, Mom, and Kim. About why we suddenly… you know, that.- Her words trail off, laced with hesitation, the uneasiness in her tone more pronounced now: -I think you deserve to know. We...-.

-Stop.- Your finger presses softly against her lips, silencing her words. She freezes, startled, her wide blue eyes locking onto yours as you brush a stray strand of hair from her cheek.

-If it's something that makes you uncomfortable, then I don't need to know.- You say, your voice calm but weighted with sincerity. You pause, drawing a deep breath, your next words heavy in your chest.

-No, I don't want to know. Whatever happened to you… Tina, I've never been happier in my life. And I know, I can see it, it's not just me. You're my family, and that's all I need to know.-.

Her lips tremble, her eyes shining with emotion as she suddenly lunges forward, throwing her arms around you with a ****, almost crushing embrace.

-Thank you! Thank you, thank you, brother!- Her voice cracks, her gratitude spilling over as she breaks into a raw, liberating sob: -You don't know how much… how much this means…-.

You hold her tightly, your bodies entwined, her tears soaking into your skin as you stroke her hair. Naked and ****, the bond between you feels stronger than ever, no longer just brother and sister, but something deeper and forbidden.