Incest story: My Sister and Her Friends

Incest story: My Sister and Her Friends – Chapter 15

by Mojavejoe420

“Yeah, I told her to watch, you know, and if she was interested I could come back by myself on Monday. Just now, she winked and nodded to me. I’m taking that as a sign that she’s interested.”

“Holy shit… I don’t know if that’s such a good idea now, David… I mean, her and Vanessa… that seems explosive, ya know?”

“Yeah I was thinking that, too… but you avoided my earlier question, what did you do at the frat house?”

“You really want to know? I don’t think you’ll like it so much…”

“Go ahead. You can try and make me feel better later.”

“I will anyways, dummy! Okay, so that guy I went with, Christian, we uh… we fucked…”

“Ouch, my heart!” I cried out but also laughed a little.

“And in the middle of it, Tiny came in.”

“That fucker, I will kill him!” Then I made a face to show I wasn’t being serious. “Continue…”

“Well… he’s always had a thing for me. He’s really nice…he has a heart of gold…”

“Tiny?”

“Yeah. So Christian is fucking me and Tiny is watching, stroking himself. I tell Christian to cum on my face. He does, followed by Tiny…”

“So, two guys came on your face…”

“Yep…”

“And?”

“And… it was AWESOME!”

“I bet it was… hey WAIT a minute! I kissed you last night!”

“Yes you did. You must be a fag or something because their cum was still on me somewhere…”

I punched her arm, kinda hard.

“Ow! Asshole!”

“Bitch!” We made it home without further incident.

Mom was a little pissy with us when we got home. Giving us chores to do, telling us how lucky we are to have a mom like her, all the things she does for us, etc. We felt kinda bad and jumped at all the work and didn’t give her any lip. She wanted a pity party but we gave her no more ammo. She seemed somewhat placated.

Later that night, as my sister and I were fucking, we talked more about Mrs. A.

“I still don’t think you should… oooh… go…”

“You’re just a jealous bitch who wants all my cum,” I replied.

“That’s… ungh… true… (pant pant pant) but… I still think… (pant pant pant) it will cause trouble.”

“Trouble is my… stop clenching or I’ll cum right now.. middle… name…”

“How was… (panting) did you like… fucking Vanessa’s ass?”

“I liked it… (panting)… was cool… next time… (panting)… you and me… your ass…”

“I want you (panting) to do that…”

“I said…(panting) stop clenching… oh, are you there now?… oh shit… oh shit… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

“mmmmmmmmm… David… yesssssssss… holy shit…”

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“Yeah, Mom. Kind of a migraine, I guess.”

“Well, I’ll come home for lunch and make you something nice…”

“Mom.. I’m not hungry…”

“We’ll see. Take care, sweetie… love you!”

Huh? Mom never says “Love you”. She has never been demonstrative like that. Whatever. Now my day with Mrs. A has a time limit on it. Fuck.

I wait about 15 minutes after Mom and Vickie leave. Vick was pretending to be mad at me because we had no playtime this morning. I told her I was saving it for Mrs. A. She told me she was going to blow 5 guys in the bathroom today. She may not be kidding. You never know… Vanessa comes by and picks up Vickie and they go to classes.

I saunter up to Mrs. A’s door, feeling pretty cool.

She answers the door wearing a woman’s business suit. I thought she was calling in sick today.

“What do you want?” she asks sharply. “I’m running late.”

“Mrs. A… I told you I was coming over today…”

“I don’t want you seeing my daughter any more. You’re a sick pervert. I saw what you did and it almost made me sick. Slapping my daughter around, you should be in jail somewhere…”

What the fuck is she talking about? She loved it, I know she did! She came and helped her daughter fuck me the next morning! There’s no way… Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Realization hit me. Deep down, she wants to be a slut, but her thinking brain won’t allow her to cross the line. But if someone drags her over the line, then it isn’t her fault…

“… furthermore, your sister is a total slut and I’m going to tell your mom that you two were naked and probably fucking…”

“Mrs. A…” I say quietly.

“… and she will probably throw you out of the house…”

“Mrs A!” I say rather sternly. That gets her to stop.

“Do you have any orange juice?”

“What? Uh… yeah… I’ll get some…” Moms need to be good hosts…

I put my foot in the door and follow her to the kitchen.

“What do you want?” she asks quietly.

“Glass of orange juice, please.” She gets a glass, finds the carton, fills it very full. She hands it to me.

“Thank you, Mrs. A.” I take a good couple swallows. I had no breakfast and I’m going to need my strength.

“Mmm-hmmm. Nice and cold. No pulp.”

She looks at me like, what the fuck?

“I’m going to be late…”

Holding the glass tight, I throw the orange juice in her face. She screams loudly as the cold juice hits her hair, her blazer, her blouse, and drips off her nose and chin.

Standing there with an incredulous look, Mrs. A can only manage to blurt out “What the… are you serious… why did…”

“Awww, you got all messed up! I guess you’re going to be real late this morning, Mrs. A…”

Vickie and I talked quite a bit about this last night, how to handle Mrs. A if she’s confrontational. We thought that with her tough attitude, we would have to fight fire with fire. So I brought lots of fire with me. Vickie is… amazing. I need to remember not to piss her off as she comes up with some diabolical plans!

I stepped up to her and yanked her blouse apart, sending buttons flying. Her black bra barely contained her enormous tits. Then I yanked down her blazer behind her so that it was wadded up around her wrists. I kicked a chair away from the kitchen table, and roughly pushed her face down onto the table so she’s bent over the table with her high heels still on the ground.

I yank up on her blazer, now her arms are pinned uncomfortably behind her back.

Her luscious ass is so inviting…

“What are you doing?”

“Mrs. A…”

“No, what are you doing?”

Spank! on the left ass cheek

“Hey!! No!!”

Spank! on the right cheek

“Owww! that hurts”

Spank! on the right again

“David!… David!”

Spank! on the right again

“Mrs. A!”

Spank! on both cheeks. Spank Spank Spank!

“Owww! What!!!?”

“Mrs. A… next time I come to see you…”

Spank! right on her butthole.

“Oww… yes?”

“You will not be wearing work clothes…”

Spank! on her asshole again.

“Unnngh.. okay…”

“And you will not…”

Spank!

“AAaaHH! not what!!”

“Not give me any attitude!”

Spank! Spank Spank! Spank! Spank!

My hand is fucking hot. it stings a bit. I can only imagine how her ass feels right now.

“David… I’m sorry…(little sob)… I won’t… I didn’t want you to think (sniff) that I was easy like my slut daughter… (sniff)… who is very easy…”

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry it had to come to this. I hope you learned your lesson.”

“I have, David, I have…”

She squirms, trying to look back at me.

“Good. Well I’m going to school now…”

“What!!” she screams. “No! David! You can’t!”

She tries to get up, but I force her back down on the table and spank her some more.

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