Chapter 1

I was born into a normal family: My Mom and Dad met when they were young. They fell in love. Then fell out of love and split up before my fifth birthday. So without a father figure I grew up seeing my mother become a strong and dominant woman, especially around men. I expect that's why I am the way I am too. She has what I came to call “her madness”, overly sexual and flirtatious, promiscuous and unafraid of displaying her sexuality. I hope it has skipped a generation.

Helen, my mother, remarried just before I became a teenager and she married a good man. Phil provides for her, in every way… all too vocally on some nights. I now have a step-brother, who's a few years older than me and someone I rarely see. He left home a couple of years after our parents married and only recently returned from college ready to begin his life I suppose. What he's looking for is anyone's guess, which is a shame really.

Me? My name is Sophie. I'm a natural redhead with coppery coloured hair, white-white skin and freckles and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. I'm fairly tall I suppose and I do look after myself. I've never had a problem attracting the opposite sex, that's for sure! My breasts sprouted when I turned twelve and they haven't stopped growing yet. I've just become a C cup, 36 inches, matching my waist. I have a well-toned hourglass figure and a round butt that makes boy's tremble. But that’s nothing compared to my Mom. My mother is a passionate woman. She is stunning and, all my boyfriends, without fail, drool over her overpowering sexuality. She oozes sex appeal. It comes naturally to her.

She’s tall, well sort of standing five feet nine inches and my guess weighing about a hundred twenty pounds. Her hair, like mine is almost a flame coloured, it is silky soft and she wears it long down to almost her slim waist. She has deep blue eyes so sultry and hot they could melt the largest iceberg, even enough to have saved the Titanic had she been there. Her neck is long and slender made for kissing and loving. Looking lower she has shoulders well set for her height and weight yet they seem so broad as to take on the worries and troubles of the world. Her envious waist was almost too narrow to mention. Most men could have easily taken hold of it and find their fingers touching together. Below her hips and so very nice, men call them childbearing hips, I emerged from between them so I guess that description is true. Legs. Everyone notices my mother’s legs! They are to die for, long and slender and so very sexy. However, without doubt, my Mom possesses the most magnificent pair of breasts I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. No one can even begin to compare with my Mom’s boobs. Even while wearing her largest and most loosely fitting tops she can’t hide what had to be captured in her expensive lingerie. Men turn to jelly when they see her… which is handy because my Mom loves men. She loves to feel empowered by their almost mindless lust for her. Oh… She’s also a dominatrix. 

When I turned eighteen, my Mom called me to her room for a serious talk: She strongly believes that men must be sexually dominated by women and who can blame her for thinking that? Especially when my biological father walked out on us. 

"I know you are not a virgin, Sophie," she begins, "I know you have been having sex for at least the couple of years already; but some things need to change now. A daughter of mine must be in control of her sexuality."

I blush. I tried to keep my sexual activity private, but it seems my Mom knows everything. She's always in control.

"I am going to ask you some blunt questions. Give me the honest answers, Sophie. No hiding. Okay?" She asks, looking at me seriously. I nod and the questioning starts…

Mom: "Have you sucked a cock?"

Me: "Yes."

Mom: "When he ejaculates, do you spit or swallow the cum?"

Me: "What? Mom, I... I..."

Mom: "Sophie; spit or swallow?"

Me: "Swallow. Mostly."

Mom: “Have you been with another woman?”

Me: “No… not like sexually…”

Mom: “Have you been with an older man?”

Me: “No… my age… or close…”

Mom: “No older lovers at all? When I was your age I was sleeping with experienced men. Important and successful men. Some of them with wives at home who had failed to service their needs! How do you expect to learn from boys your own age! How many boys have you had sex with, Sophie?”

Me: "Four."

Mom: “Have you let any of these boys cum inside you?”

Me: “You put me on the pill!”

Mom: “Answer the question! Yes or No!”

Me: “Yes, Okay? But I've always made them use a condom!”

Mom: "At least that’s something you’re doing right. Did you ever let anyone; and don't lie to me; fuck your ass?"

"Mom! Okay… fine. Yes. Just the once…"

She sighs and studies me for several moments, looking at me disapprovingly. It will be the way I wear my clothes or perhaps because I spend virtually no time or money on makeup. My mother hates that I am finding my own look and, now I’m eighteen, I will be soon making my own way in the world. Without her. I get it though. We’ve  really had each other for the last eighteen years. Sure, Phil is a good husband but he is subservient to his wife. I never see his son. We just don’t have that much in common, but Mom and I… we were always a team.

Mom sees I am still stinging from her disapproval and sighs. She smiles at me and suddenly I’m five years old again, basking in her unconditional love, "Don’t frown Sophie, you’re just like every other woman… just like me, so don’t worry. You’ve become a beautiful young woman and your sexual activities are quite normal… just a little blunt and unrefined. You need to be in control of a man, Sophie. Completely in control, if you want to have a good life. I know that now you’ve turned eighteen… you’re looking for your true self. You’re ready." She adds, looking at me expectantly.

I am so embarrassed and don't really know what to say. I am certainly not as dominant as Mom. I am... well, more normal. I’m doing nothing that my friends aren’t doing. I like sex. I don't care if the guy cums in my mouth or penetrates my ass. I love it. Mom knows that. She knows it is not going to be easy to make me sexually dominant. But, it turns out that she has a plan.

"I've seen the way you look at Joseph, now he has returned home. So… What do you think of him?" Mom asks me.

"I don't think of him, Mom. He's my step brother!"

"But he looks nice, right?"

Joseph is twenty-two. He really is good looking but a bit girly to be honest. He seems to be smart, the nerdy type that does not get along with girls. I am not his type. He is not mine. But he’s okay I suppose.

"Yes, Mom. He is cute but I don’t look at him that way. My friends want to get to know him now he's back home," I reply with a laugh. Maybe she wants me to hook him up?

"He is a virgin."

"What? No… How do you know that?"

"Trust me, he is. He shares everything with me and his father. He's a bright young man with real prospects but your father and I worry that we are going to lose him to some gold digger and… well, I was thinking that he might just be the right man for your training.”

“Phil's not my father and I am not interested in Joseph!” I protest.

“You're my daughter and you'll do as I ask! Take your brother out on a date."

"Mom, he's not my brother, he’s my step-brother!”

Mom slapped my face, hard. 

"A woman needs to do everything to keep her family together, Sophie, so ask him!”

“You can't tell me who to go out with!"

“You will do what you need to do for the good of the family. Always!” She scolds, “He became your brother when I married his father! You need to learn! And I will help teach you. I'll get you on track and Joseph will be grateful this happened to him. He's lonely and I don't want any of your hopless friends to get their claws into him."

“I don’t want to be seen with him. He’s four years older and we’re just not into the same things. It won’t work and that’s before we factor in that he’s my step-brother!”

“Listen to me and take charge, otherwise… I will have to. He needs a woman’s touch.”

“What? You and him?” I scowl in disgust, “You think that fucking your step-son is going to keep him here? What would your husband say?”

She's angry. “My husband will agree to anything I propose! As he should! As should you!” My mother stares at me, her eyes dancing across my face as she carefully chooses her words… then her face softens, “Stop overthinking this. Do me this favour. He needs to learn about life and our family values and so do you. Do it. Just ask him out. He's lonely with no connections to us anymore. Don't think of him as your brother, just be his friend. Do it for me?”

I look at her. She is serious about this. I can see her pleading with her eyes. This means everything to her. Family means everything to her. I reply, "Yes, Mom."

“He's upstairs.”

“What? You want me to do this now?”

“No time like the present…” My Mom smiles and looks up the stairs.

I head up the stairs solely with my mothers eyes upon me. I knock at his door and I hear him move around inside his room before he opens it. 

“Hey Joseph, Mom thinks we should… Talk.”

“Oh, she does huh?” He looks downstairs to see his step-mother smiling up at him. She is always in control and he knows it's best just to let her have her way. A knowing glance seems to pass between him and her before he steps aside and invites me into his bedroom. 

Joseph is only slightly taller than me, maybe a little less than six feet tall. He's no muscle bound fitness freak but he looks after himself and his body looks toned. He's nice enough I suppose. I do know that he can't grow a beard… at least… he couldn't before college. He does have a full head of long mousey-blonde hair, hanging down to his shoulder blades and his emerald green eyes always bewildered me. I wish I had green eyes rather than my mother's blue ones. They make me look like a younger version than her.

Joseph follows me into his room, it's sparse, he's still even got his belongings in stacked suitcases. I suspect Mom is right: he doesn't think he will stay home with us for long. 

Neither of us have dressed to impress. My step-brother is wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I'm wearing white shorts on and a white top. I haven't put on any makeup but I don't use much anyway, only when I need make an effort. He looks like he's slept in his clothes. Which is fine, Joseph is easy going. He's good to talk to. He always was. I never got on with my step-father and that was okay because neither did Joseph! That gave us something in common when our families blended. We used to spend many nights together, talking about this and that while our parents rutted and screamed out their pleasures in their bedroom across the hallway. 

So we both sit on his bed, much like we did in the old days, and mainly chat about his studies, how his new career is going for him, how university was, the exams, etc. It's all fairly normal. Just two ‘siblings’ catching up. We vent all of our frustration with having so much to do and so little time to do it all. It's clear he doesn't really like being home. Gaining independence at university has shown him that he has the whole world out there waiting for him. In addition, now he is home, his father is exerting a great deal of pressure for him to get his career moving and finally get a girlfriend to share it all with. This makes him feel stressed, I can understand that.

"What do you do to release the stress?" I ask and he tells me about the video-games he plays. Still such a child at heart. I tell him about my Yoga lessons and my habit of writing a diary but I'm nowhere nearer making a connection with him. The conversation wanes and I notice the massive stack of pillows on his bed. Pillows that are oddly-shaped, pillows of all kinds. I'm sure my Mom used his bed as a pillow store.

I need to break the ice, ‘take control’, as my mother puts it. I decide I need to be assertive and I propose we have a pillow fight, just like we did when we were children. We quickly re-establish the rules: if I win, he must do all my chores. If he wins, I will let him tickle me, which he always liked to do when we were younger. There would be enough physical contact to get my Mom off my case and I am quietly confident that I will win. I always won. I think he may even have let me, his little step-sister, secure the majority of victories over my older step-brother. Bless him. 

I make a preemptive strike, picking up the smallest one and throwing it at him, aiming for his head. He falls backwards with the force of the impact and defensively covers his face. Soon enough we are having bundles of fun. Joseph is so easy to bully. He is a bit of a push over. So our pillow fight continues one sidedly, he sometimes fights back but it's mostly me throwing pillows at him and pushing him around while he tries to deflect like a ninja.

We are now left with the biggest pillows. The rules are that whoever falls from the bed first, loses. I have my gameplay and I stick to it, pummeling his head with a giant pillow and he ducks, puts his face down protecting himself with his arms. I chase him around the bed and keep attacking, trying to push him out of bed making sure he cannot even pick up a pillow to fight back with. But he's stronger now… and not so ready to give me this victory. Maybe his pride is on the line? He grabs at my pillow as I strike him and he quickly disarms me. I'm fast though and without losing momentum I pick another one and smack him hard, sending him backwards onto his bed. He laughs and I giggle as he breathes heavily as I stand over him, pillow in hand, ready to strike. 

“Okay, okay, Sophie, I surrender!” Ha! Finally.... it's over, and I won! As I turn around to fix my hair, he tangles his legs around mine and spins, throwing me off balance… and I fall backwards… onto the edge of the bed… and my momentum takes me beyond the point of being able to balance there… and I end up hitting the floor, hard! 

“I win!” He celebrates above me on the bed.

I can't believe it. He's certainly become more sneaky now he's in his twenties. I pick myself up off the floor and scowl at him. So much for being assertive and dominant over this sad virgin!

"And now little sister, time to take your punishment. You have to let me tickle you, you know the rules!"

"For fucks sake. Fine! How do you wanna tickle me?" Before I can turn around and look at him, he pushes me and I fall backwards onto his dishevelled bed. He then jumps on me, skilfully securing my wrists beneath his knees. He's now on top of me, his knees preventing me from moving away, stuck. 

He leans towards me, comes close to my face and tickles my neck. I am not expecting this so I immediately start giggling and laughing non-stop, and if I'm honest, enjoying the moment. He continues, consistently, showing a little evil side to him that I haven't seen in years! After a minute or two, he stops and climbs off of me. I can finally pull myself back up until we are both sitting on the bed and for the second time, I try to put my hair in order. While I am busy at that, he comes from behind and locks my arms behind my back, and uses his other hand to tickle my neck again. Mom is going to be pissed! This is the exact opposite of what she wants in a strong and dominant daughter. I am being manhandled by my wimpy brother!

I am no longer having much fun and wriggle and squirm against him. Then his hand keeps moving, runs down my belly and waist. I try to free myself but I can't. He's now much stronger than I remember. He keeps tickling me and I start feeling very hot. Then, he does something that blows my mind. He pulls my top up slightly, and starts running his fingers around my breasts, barely touching. I stop giggling and become instantly serious. I did not see that coming.

"Joseph… stop! What the fuck are you doing?"

"Ha! Sophie, it's always been you… bullying me! But now that I do it to you, you can't handle it?" He is laughing not even realising the mood has changed. 

I have to admit I am surprised, not by what he said, but the fact that he said it and how he said it. His voice, his confidence. This is not the step-brother I remember before he went away. He has returned with confidence. He has definitely matured in the last few years and is no longer the kid I used to know. I try again to free myself but to no avail… he's also become a lot stronger physically. After all, he's become a man… but I am suddenly disappointed he does not see me as a woman. I'm still just his annoying little sister.  He holds me tightly and I am immobilised. I cannot get away from him. I am now upset and irritated. My ego is hurting.

“This isn't funny anymore, Joseph. Let me go!”

With the other hand he keeps going, he moves his hand slowly, in circular motion, coming closer and closer to my nipple. I try to move but I can't. I suddenly feel weak. As if someone has taken away from me the ability to defend myself. He slowly teases me and finally touches my nipple…

I squeal and the shriek seems to bring my step-brother to his senses. He releases me and I slump down onto his bed and he looks down at me, horrified. Perhaps he now realises I have become a woman in his absence? I sense my opportunity and take it. I will make my Mom proud.

“Who said you should stop?” I say calmly. 

A woman must do all she can to keep her family together. He looks panicked, like he wants to flee. He looks like he doesn't know what to do. I take control and lift my top, revealing my bra.

“I want you to touch my breasts, Joseph.”

“N-no…”

“Touch them. Do it now or I'll tell my Mom you tried to molest me.”

“Sophie!”

“Come on, it's okay, I told you that I want you to do it… and you wanted to feel them a minute ago? Go on… Just one hand… Touch them again.”

Very slowly, with just the tip of his finger, he touches the very tip of my left nipple.

“Yes, that's it. It makes me feel good. You want me to feel good, don't you?” He nods his head, “Then don’t stop…”

Very slowly, he makes slow round motions with his fingertip, barely making contact with the tip of my nipple and very slowly, my nipple becomes hard.

He watches. Wide-eyed. Am I the first woman he's even touched?

“Don't stop.” I command.

Very slowly, he does the same thing with both nipples, barely touching them and our eyes meet. My expression says what my body is feeling. Then he pulls his right hand away.

“You have a gentle touch… keep going!” I scowl, using my Mom's accusing yet demanding tone. It works, and very slowly, with just the tip of his finger he makes round movements around the outside of my erect nipple as it pokes through my bra.

He is so slow I can feel slight differences under and on the sides and on top of each nipple. He's barely touching me and yet it feels intense. I close my eyes. Not out of pleasure, although the pleasure is enormous. But out of concentration. I want it to last. I don't want to react and rush things. I want to focus and relax and let it go on as long as possible. And very slowly he begins with his right hand, just touching the sides of my nipple, making slow circles around it.

I forced myself to breathe slowly and deeply. Then I tell him to stop. He turns and sees me smile at him as he obeys. Good boy. He’s learning. He looks down at my chest and starts blushing like crazy. Then I ask, "Please, will you take off my bra for me, Joseph?”

He freezes for what must be at least ten seconds. I just wait for him to look back up to my eyes which he does, eventually. I smiled at him, reassuring him, but damn I am feeling hot and flustered, suddenly as nervous as he is and I am thankful that his green eyes are drawn back to my tits. He sits motionless, confused but he no longer looks like he is ready to run. He is incapable of any movement! So I sit down and turn my back to him, watching him in his bedroom mirror. 

“Undo the clasp for me. Make it quick, Mom is cooking dinner!” 

I reach around to show him how to do it and he suddenly comes alive and meets my eyes in the mirror. He takes a deep breath then I see him look down at my bra strap and reach towards. He definitely hasn’t done this before, he has no idea how to undo the clasp and his hands are shaking. 

“Please… I can’t… Sophie I can’t! I can’t get the hooks undone!” 

I sit there for a few seconds watching him trying desperately, as he begins to fondle the straps, perhaps wanting to slide them down my shoulders and take it off that way. He looks crestfallen and his hands retreat. He wants to go… run… escape…

I place a hand on his muscular thigh and ask him, "It's okay. Would you like a little help?" 

I suddenly realise I didn’t want Joseph to leave. Not now, to escape from me, and not later to escape from my Mom and his Dad. Like them… I want him to stay. My father had left me. If showing my step-brother my breasts was going to help him decide to stay with us… I decide it’s a price I am now willing to pay. “You will do what you need to do for the good of the family. Always!” My mothers words echo through my mind as we make eye contact once more, and without saying another word,  I unhook my bra. He is just staring in the mirror and watches me with dilated eyes. Then like in slow motion, I start sliding the straps down my arms, and oh god, I was just dying. Slips away…

The foreplay has noticeably swelled my freckled breasts and my nipples look HUGE! Joseph’s eyes especially linger around my now semi-puffy areolas, hungrily devouring every inch of those, and I can see his pupils dilating as they take in the nipples at the center of them. I loved my nipples, I insist everyone of my sex partners spend time sucking them. I could see Joseph drool. Oh yes, I have planted a seed inside him. He is at least interested! I watch him begin to pant in obvious surprise at how they'd grown since our last pillow fight. Puberty had been kind during my body's long and intense period of change and his appreciative glare is something I relish. I feel my tits growing hotter beneath the intensity of his laser-like gaze.

"Oh fuck!" Joseph groaned, “Sophie… they are… perfect!”

“Then what are you waiting for? Pay them some attention!”

As I slide my bra off my arms, my hands come up to cover my breasts. Then I reach out for his hand and he is shaking so hard. I pull my head against his shoulder and put his arm around my waist, still holding his hand. 

"I missed being around you. Sharing your stories," says softly.

I hum a quiet agreement, snuggling my head more comfortably below his chin. I can feel the pulse in his neck, his warm skin, the sleepy glow. He pulls his head back to look into my face, and his eyes show no fear now. They are very alert, searching.

"I missed you a lot," I barely whisper. "I miss you being here." He puts his other hand against my cheek, tracing down my chin and rests it against my neck, thumb stroking my jaw.

I am very conscious of my breathing, trying to keep it steady. I breathe in sharply when his thumb starts tracing my lips, slowly, and he turns me more to face him. His other hand is so gently stroking my side, and I can feel every touch as though my skin is alight. When his fingers moving up and down barely graze the side of my now naked breast, I tremble.

"I missed you, Sophie," he says again, and his hands are slowly sliding up the sides of my boobs.

"I miss you too, Joseph," I whisper, a slight tremor in my voice. I take his hand and place it against my bare chest. He is feeling me for the first time. My step-brother is feeling me!

I look up into his face again, gathering my courage, he slided one thumb over and brushes it across my breast, my nipple acting to be sucked. I breathe in sharply again, and at the same time he leans in, using his other hand to pull my jaw down, and slided his tongue into my mouth.

I am on fire. My step-brother’s tongue is warm and wet, and I can feel every touch as it slides against mine, caressing the inside of my mouth as his hand continues to caress my tits. My hands are on his back, pulling him in further, running up and down his flesh, feeling every muscle and every knot. I feel the feather-light touch of his fingertips across my nipples; I jump when I feel the skin of his palm cups my bare breast. As our incestuous kiss deepens his thumb and forefinger began to very gently roll my nipple and sensation sears through me.

My first reaction is to get up and take control. But then I look at Joseph in the mirror as he kisses me. And all I can see are his green eyes. We stare forever, feeling like hours, then I slide the bra the rest of the way off my arms and it drops to the bed.

I knew then and there that I would let my step-brother make love to me. But I did nothing. I sit there like an idiot, unsure if I want it to happen or not. I am petrified but excited at the same time. His hands are on me again, rubbing up and down my arms. I am still looking at him as he leans in and starts kissing me on the shoulders again, then on my sensitive neck. I have never been more turned on in my life.

Joseph is trembling. I have to make a decision, but I don't know what I want. I am scared I want to have some taboo, incestuous sex with him, and his touch on me was incredible. He withdraws from me, sits back up and looks at me in the mirror again. I raised my eyebrows very slowly asking the unspoken question. 

His unspoken reply is to inch up his right hand towards my breast, and he keeps looking at me, waiting I think for permission. He is learning. And I swear at that very moment I want him to do it so badly, but I don't know how to tell him. 

I nod my head. 

He smiles and takes a deep breath as his hand creeps up some more and he lowers his head, kissing the top of my shoulder, then my neck. And then, oh my god, his fingers brush the bottom of my breast. I remain motionless, as still as I can be, wanting to see what it feels like for my brother’s hands to be on my boobs. As I look at him in the mirror, I remember looking down at his hand, and he smiles at me.

Very slowly, with his other hand, he begins to circle around the out part of my nipple. The soft part. The part flush with my breast. He's barely touching me. Around and around. So very slowly. His breathing too is slow and deep. I can hear it if I listen for it, but I can't do it for long. I can't think about him. It'll speed things up. I must only think of one thing to keep control.

My nipples are huge and are wonderfully sensitive. The contours of them are delicate and very tender. Then he begins with the other hand. Just one finger. Slow, circular motions. I think of one thing. One thing only. The exact spot he is touching at the moment. I can't think about sex. I can't think about touching him. I can't think about touching myself. All that would bring an end to this. And I know, if I can hold out, he has miles to go. So I enjoy it. I like it. I want it. I wonder if mine are the first tits he has ever fondled and I need him to squeeze them. I seek the attention. I desire the reaction. I crave the pleasure.

Joseph pulls away his right hand and once again I have to command him: “Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

He looks at me with puppy dog eyes, submissive after I scold him. Slowly, very slowly, he runs one finger around my breast and down from my nipple, down my cleavage to where my breasts meet my lower ribs. And he stops.

And he very slowly traces beneath them. Back and forth. Back and forth. Left to right. Right to left. A man is rarely aware that every inch of my breast craves to be caressed. Joseph is no ordinary man.

Very slowly his lone finger makes its way slowly going to the outside of my breast, slowly up the side, slowly to the top, slowly down the inside, slowly between my cleavage, and slowly down to cup my tits again. He makes this slow circuit three, four, five, six times.

I'm feeling a slight throb and tingle between my legs. I can feel the swelling and rising and expansion of my clitoris. I feel the wetness and moisture of my vagina. But I try awfully hard to push those sensations to the back of my mind. I try so hard just to focus on where his finger is at the moment.

“Use both hands, Joseph,” I breathlessly instruct him and he obediently raises his other hand and begins the same thing on the other breasts. Circling the very place on my breast where it rises from my body.

Men are aware, but often forget, the underside of a women's breast is more sensitive than the top. The skin is most soft there. The softness lessens as you go up the sides to the top. Joseph is now, with both hands, very slowly circling one finger under both breasts. It's not erotic like my nipple, but it feels so good. It's a unique feminine pleasure. And with both hands, he slowly, very slowly makes his way up the outside of both breasts doing the same thing with his fingers. Small, soft circles. This has a unique sensation. It gives a woman a sense of the size and dimension of her breasts. My step-brother has an exquisite touch.

I like the sensation. As he slowly and gently brings his fingers to the outside of both breasts. They feel full and round. It's a profound feminine feeling, especially sexually. But once again I have to stop my mind. I must force myself to think only of where his fingers are. Nothing more. For anything more brings desire to racing to my body and mind.

Men think of breasts with heightened awareness, almost alertness. Women think of breasts with passive pleasure, not sensual, not sexual, but womanly. They become sexual when they decide. Or their body decides. l'm concentrating. I'm almost bearing down. And I'm commanding myself to stay focused. Because I know what is coming next. He again drops his right hand.

Very slowly, with one finger, he traces the outside of my left breast downward and up the inside between my boobs.

The inside, for some women, perhaps most women, is the most sensual after my nipple. Inexplicably, perhaps because of cleavage, this is most erotic. Very slowly, his finger touches both breasts. I feel it. Deeply. In my chest. And between my legs. And in my stomach. I feel a desire.

Every woman has a sexual breaking point. Sometimes I let loose early. Why not? And sometimes I draw out the pleasure as long as I can hold my man at my pace. Which, we all know, is nigh unto impossible. A finger, at the right place, at the right time, can break a woman's resolve. It can break my strength.

I want more. I'm reaching the place where I will throw myself at him. Or ask, or beg, for him to throw himself at me.

His finger presses my right breast. Softly. Still touching my left breast. Up. Slowly. Back down. Slowly. Pressure against the left breast. Up. Slowly.

Repeat. Repeat. Two fingers. Just the fingertips.

Men struggle to contain themselves with bare breasts. They are too powerful. Too pleasurable. Too desirable. They are beautiful.

He's more in control than I want to admit. I am not showing it. But my thighs are beginning to hurt. My stomach too. My muscles have been too tight for too long. But if I let loose. I'll succumb to him. My step-brother.

Three fingers. Slowly. Repeated. Over. And over. Then a single finger down the middle. my mind wonders about the size of his penis. My mind goes to his tongue in my pussy. I want to kiss him again… my own step-brother. I'm fighting the urge to reach for his hand and redirect them to my nipples. I'm losing control. The thing I want is the thing that will stop all this.

He pauses. I dare not open my eyes.

I feel several fingers on both sides of my breasts. And then a thumb on the other side of each breast. He holds his hands there for a moment then slowly pulls them back letting his fingers and thumb meet at my nipple.

Gently, very gently, his finger tips touch my nipples. I'm breaking.

But he does this several times. I try to force my mind to think of something, anything else, but it's hard. It feels so good.

In my concentration, I am startled to feel his breath on my neck, but distantly. His fingers continue to stroke my breasts back and to and from my nipples. I feel that we've crossed a boundary that we should have never crossed. However, strangely, I feel good. Technically we are not doing anything wrong. I guess, my step-brother must be very horny, or maybe he's just curious what the body of a woman looks and feels like. If my Mom has her facts right, he is still a virgin after all.

Most men are attracted to my breasts and I love receiving attention there. He's really taking his time. Caressing… Gently squeezing and releasing. Going from one breast to the other, and back again. He's literally playing with my tits. My breathing quickens. His hand runs up my chest, goes around my neck, then it goes back down slowly towards my belly. He tickles my belly for a bit, using his fingers, again, barely touching. He stops at my belly button, puts his finger in it, presses a couple of times, then his hand goes down until it encounters my shorts. I instantly get wet.

I say, "Enough". I really thought that he should stop. But it's as if I hadn't said anything.

"Yes… of course,” Joseph stammers, ceasing immediately, “Sorry Sophie." So submissive!

It is obvious that my body is appreciating his touch but I feel so silly. I’ve ended up just saying nothing, doing nothing and letting my brother play with me. All because my Mom is scared of losing him. Now I’m scared of losing him.

"What was I thinking! You’re my sister!"

“Joseph, I’m your step-sister. I trust you as you now trust me. I'm never going to hurt you. Ever! We respect each other like family should. My Mom said you were horny and you needed to… you know? I just wanted to help in some safe way.”

“She did?”

“Uh-huh, and she said I should take you on a date! Mom doesn't want to lose me when I go to college… She doesn’t want to lose you again… and she doesn't want you to move out so soon… she just wants what's best for us. For the family.”

“But… we're related…”

“Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

“You made me feel… very lucky to have such a hot sister.”

My pussy feels like it's on fire. Maybe Mom did know what she was doing after all. Having a safe play mate might do us both the world of good.

“Do you want to finger me, Joseph?”

His eyes widen once more.

“Do you want to touch my pussy?”

“Can I?”

“You are going to owe me one… and you must always do whatever I say.”

I watch him swallow hard but his choice is an easy one.

“I will do anything you want. You’re in charge.”

“Always?”

“Always. You were always in charge, Sophie. Even when we were kids.”

I grin, Mom was right, being in charge is much more fun. I unbutton and open my shorts revealing the top a matching set of panties. Joseph's eyes are glued to my groin as I shimmy my shorts down. He makes no mention of the damp patch upon the gusset but I can now smell the pungent scent of my vagina.

“Hold out your hand.” I command, and he does, immediately.

I take it and place it safely on my thigh. I want to see what he does. I want to know just how inexperienced he is. I feel a tickle on my thighs as he feels my bare flesh. The tickle moves further up between my legs, a soft barely there caress. My underwear feels damp. It feels nice, the warm rubbing of my step-brother's hands does not feel even remotely wrong. His touch feels loving, like a whisper, so quiet and gentle. Without meaning to, I find myself shifting, moving closer to the tickle. There is now a steady hum of electricity shivering between my legs. Then his hand retreats once more.

"Joseph?" I ask.

"I shouldn't…" He murmurs.

“You didn't used to be so scared of touching me. We used to play fight all the time…”

“We were just kids…”

“We were. Now we are grown up but we still need to play…”

“Not like this…”

“Like this and more! Joseph, this isn't just about you. I have needs to, you know. I'm a woman now but I don't have a boyfriend. I need to be touched… loved… I don't want to just give myself to anyone. I want to be with someone I can trust…”

“I'm your brother not your boyfriend,” he states.

“You're absolutely right. That's exactly the reason why! We can play together… safely… neither of us trying to be something we're not. I want to take care of you… and I want you to take care of me. No strings… no ties… just us showing each other how much we care…”

“I can't talk to my Dad about… Things. He wouldn't understand anyway. Do you really care about me, Sophie?”

“I do. Our parents do too. Mom noticed you were feeling down… she knows you're… single… she knows a man has needs… you know, like… sexual needs? Remember when we used to listen to them both go at?”

He laughs and I laugh with him. Our parents' sexual antics shaped our childhood. For the most part we just found it funny, then embarrassing as we got older. I give him a questioning look and then look down at my panties. He stares back and shrugs his shoulders.

“Is it not… weird?” He asks.

“No weirder than what we lived through with our parents. Do you want me to find some other boy to make me cum?”

“No…”

“You said you'd do anything I say.”

“I did.”

“Then trust me. Now give me your hand!” I demand once more and he immediately obays. Good boy. He's hard work but I'm winning him over. 

This time I place his hand on my inner thigh, dangerously close to my panties. I gradually move his hand upwards to the source of my heat and feel him stroke the skin on the inside of my thighs.

"Sophie?”

I smile at him and touch my finger to my lips "Shh. It's ok, Joseph. Touch me.”

His hand gently squeezes my thigh and very, very slowly his fingers inch upwards toward my panties. As was my custom, I left my panties on. They are simple white panties, similar to what a young schoolgirl might wear. Except my panties are soaking wet.

He uses one finger to trace along the cotton… then he moves upwards, avoiding my vulva, tracing up my side to the elasticated hem. It's as if he is drawing my underwear on me, following the hem, then back down my sides, following the lower curve back between my thighs. I love the way they cling to my sex - I know he can see the outline of my vaginal lips and the crevice between them that leads up into my body. During our time together the silky material pushes ever so softly against my sleeping clitoris – occasionally an unexpected twist of fabric sending a small jolt through me and making my pussy suddenly leak with desire. My clitoris has felt a lot of activity today and my panties show the result.

God they are so wet – I can see a shadow on them where my cunt juice has soaked through – and a slightly darker tinge where my heavier female musk has gathered. If I could bottle that musk – that perfume – I could have any man, anytime. It is the smell of invitation – it is my body saying "Consume me - take me, use me – I am hot and I demand attention". It is my vagina wanting to be filled, my clitoris waiting to be teased.

I notice Joseph’s free hand as ended up in his lap, caressing and rubbing himself through his jeans.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No Sophie.”

“Then stop! Focus on me…” I smile at him, nodding. He does not question me now. I know men so well. I motion for him to come closer and I climb onto his lap, squirming to get comfortable.

"Errr… Joseph?" I asked curiously. "What do you have going on down there?" I could feel the large bulge in Joseph's pants pressing into me.

Joseph smiles down at me and rubs my back, drawing me closer into his arms, where I rested my head against his chest. I felt so safe as I reassured him "It's okay, Joseph. I'm flattered. I'm glad I make you feel good too. See how special this is? We made that happen… together. You are so good at this."

"I am?" He asks.

I beam up at my step-brother, feeling proud and wiggle to find a comfortable spot in his lap, eventually determining that if I spread my bum cheeks inside my panties, each cheek would perfectly cradle the erection he had formed for me.

“Put your hand on my pussy.” 

He looks at me, still unsure but his hand is already moving and tentatively cups my vulva. He feels my heat. He feels how wet I am. I know my body is speaking a primal language directly to him and his body is listening, and responding automatically. My mother has weaponised my sex and he has already lost the battle. Joseph starts softly rubbing the top of my panties while I giggle sweetly on his lap. I have him. Mom will be pleased.

"You make my little kitty feel so good." My voice is low in his ear. "Ok, big brother, your next challenge is to make my kitty feel extra special… make my kitty feel so nice that I purr."

“Yes Sophie.”

Joseph's deep voice soothes me but still I squirm against his fingers as they warm me through my thin cotton panties. "It tickles when you touch me there. Please make my kitty purr?"

My body involuntarily lifts again towards Joseph's hand which covers the mound between my legs. He let it linger there, warm and heavy, before gently squeezing my lips together through the fabric.

"I could get into so much trouble, Sophie."

He looks unsure as he cups my vulva. Fighting his sexual need and the immorality of this situation. He's strong willed that's for sure! “I won't tell…” I reply, urging him on, “Mom wants us to be closer…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Joseph. Stroke my kitty. She won't bite…”

His hand pulses, lightly squeezing my lips together. My panties are so wet now. How did I get so wet? I don't want Joseph to notice how wet his touch is making me but he is squeezing me where I am wettest. Embarrassed, his cheeks flush pink and he tries to pull away. I laugh quietly and push my knees open again beneath him.

"Keep going. You make my kitty feel nice. Do you feel how hot you’re making me, Joseph?" I meow and Joseph let out a laugh that sounds so primal it could be mistaken for a growl.

"Sophie, your kitty..." he squeezed between my legs "...is the best kitty. She's so soft. You feel so warm and wet… you look so happy."

"You're making me happy, Joseph, you know what I need and you have a wonderful touch." Joseph's hand pauses on the thin cotton fabric between my legs where he has been massaging. "I don't like it when you stop, Joseph." I pout, the heat between my legs driving my words. "Joseph, I want you to finger me." I demand, grinding my young, newly awakened pussy into his hand.

Joseph's fingers rest lightly on the tiny mound now swollen from so much attention. He smiles down at me squirming under him. I am ravenous for more of Joseph’s petting, not wanting our game to end but it is clear he won't be making any first moves… so I surprise him by pulling my underwear over to the side so that my pink, wet lips show for the first time.

"Sophie!" he gasps, but he is drawn to my sex, like a moth to a flame, his finger touching my tiny pink slit. 

Fuck! The illicit nature of this forbidden touching is turning me on more than I would care to admit. I writhe under my step-brother, the sparkling, tingling pleasure between my legs getting hotter and hotter. Joseph rubs his finger over my wet labia, and then he pushes his finger ever so slowly into me. My vagina is so small and Joseph's finger is so big that I let out a squeal. "Shiiiiit! Ah… shit! Ah… so good! My kitty loves you, Joseph. You have such a delicate touch. Fuck yes! Ah… Joseph… is… is this your first ever pussy?"

“Y-yes… I’ve not…”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes…”

“Wow! You have a wonderful talent… that has gone to waste! This feels… so special… How do you feel, Joseph?”

“I feel lucky.”

“Then get lucky… with me… hmmm…” I purr as his fingers begin to explore ever so slowly, “if you want… I could teach you… how a woman likes to be touched? Here, like this…” and I take his finger and draw it up and down my slit as my labia begin to magically open.

He breathes out a long breath. "Oh my God! That's incredible! I had no idea a… pussy… could be so pretty."

My cheeks flush at the compliment and my pussy throbs.

“This is my little clitty,” I say breathlessly as I bring his finger upwards and inwards. “It's like a little bump… there at the top… aieee!” His finger tip makes contact and I immediately feel my body preparing itself… For sex? With Joseph? “Ah! Be gentle… It's very sensitive.”

“It feels hot and hard…” 

“It gets that way… when a woman is aroused…”

“Am I turning you on?” He asks like he doesn't know. Like he realises this is something that siblings shouldn't do. I take his finger and help him make circles around my aching clitoris.

“This is how to turn any woman on, Joseph. Stroke it lightly… take your time… Play with my clit… nice and slowly… fuck yessss…" I say, huskily, as my head falls back sending my red hair cascading over my shoulders.

I guide his finger back onto my clitoris and I gasp when the tip of his middle finger lands directly atop my clit. I send his fingers downwards, becoming slick from my entrance before dragging them back up to my little clitty. I can't stop the whimpers and moans coming from me as my step-brother plays with my pussy.

I move his fingers in slow circles. They easily glide over and around my sensitive clit. He speeds his movements up while he watches, enthralled. His eyes locked on my pussy. I let out a cute laugh.

"I didn't say you could speed up, yet."

He instantly slows my movements back down, resuming the agonisingly slow circles I had started him with. I let one of my hands reach up to my breasts. I grip onto the supple skin, pinching my nipple between fingers as I aggressively massage my tit and groan from the stimulation. I hear Joseph whimper, but it comes out as more of a sob, desperate for another instruction. I need more. He notices my wicked smile and looks at me, with hope in his eyes.

"Faster now, please," I command.

He takes that instruction and runs with it. He no longer needs my guidance, his fingers speed up on my clit, rubbing faster and smaller circles. I moan over and over again and my hand moves to my nipple, stopping the massage it had previously been doing, and focusing on pulling at the sensitive nub. His breathing becomes laboured as my moans become louder.

I can feel my orgasm building up inside of me. The intense pressure building in my stomach, my pussy clenching and unclenching as he keeps rubbing circles at the same pace around my clit. I feel myself getting closer to the edge with each circle.

"Slow down again," I instruct as he watches my pleasure growing, "Slow circles again, Joseph. Oh fuck… Oh fucking hell!"

Joseph put his hand over my mouth to quiet me. "Shhhh… Mom will hear us! Don't worry… I'll go slow. I want to make kitty purr.”

“Finger me… inside…”

I whimper into him as he slowly moves his finger deeper into me. Then he ever so gingerly begins to pull it out and I feel such relief as my hole tightens up again. But he isn't done. Joseph isn't stopping. He thrusts his finger deep into me, over and over. The wetness that my panties had been absorbing now pools and drips down me as Joseph puts another finger inside me.

Surely my big brother must have done this before. His fingers w9rk my snatch with delicate ferocity. I see the wonder in his eyes as he learns what works and what doesn't. He is analysing everything, like a musician learning to play a new instrument. It is wonderous. It is so very wrong.

It feels like Joseph is preparing me, as any of my ex-lovers would, opening me up, stretching my hole so it will be ready to take his penis, his fingers sliding inside me over and over. My tight pussy grips my step-brother's fingers as he then brings his thumb against my throbbing clit. His thumb spreads my wetness in small circles around and under and over my clit, the rhythm making me squirm against Joseph’s steady hand. He is learning! His fingers are thrusting faster, rubbing me deep inside while my little button throbs from Joseph's attentive thumb.

"Oh Joseph," I breathe, bouncing against his hand. "That feels so good. Please don't stop, Joseph. Oh god, Joseph. That feels so nice. Fuuuuuck!"

My hips are rising and my breath comes in small gasps but Joseph isn’t experienced enough to know how to send me over the edge. His rubbing slows and I whine as I feel the orgasm that was once building inside me, float away slowly. I start to squirm again. The given and then removes the pleasure removing my ability to keep my body still. I need something. I am desperately squirming atop of him, feeling his hardness through his jeans.

My fingers drop my nipple, leaving the bud used and overly sensitive, and they move down to my pussy. I keep the slow circles on my clit while Joseph toys at my entrance. I spread my legs wider, lifting my feet off the bed to give us more access, and slowly push my middle finger inside myself with his.

“Feel here… can you feel it? The change in texture…”

“Yes Sophie… yes… I can feel something.”

“That’s my G-spot… work it like this,” I demonstrate and a loud moan comes from my lips as his finger finds its home inside my pussy. He pulls it back out before pushing it quickly back inside. I moan with each thrust. Matched with the rhythm on my clit, I can't stop the sounds coming from me.

He easily added another finger inside me, speeding up the thrusts to meld with the circles on my clit. He finger fucks me as I strum on my clittly. The air in his bedroom is filled with our moans and the sound of my wetness sliding in and out of my pussy.

"Faster, Joseph," I command, “curl your finger and stroke my G-spot.” My voice is much lower now and his hand is moving much quicker. 

He can tell I am getting close with his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, curving upwards to try and reach the spot that he never found within a woman before. My hand speeds up around my clit. I mew at the contact. I can't stay quiet with my step-brother’s fingers inside me.

Once again, I feel the release growing inside me. The pressure builds in my stomach and my pussy clenches around my fingers. My back and I know I won't last much longer. His inexperienced fingers have found the perfect spot inside of me, hitting it repeatedly and driving me crazy. I can feel my orgasm teetering on the edge of release. I didn't slow the pace of my fingers down, trying to control my breathing and hold off the inevitable orgasm.

It proves hard to control my breathing when I can't stop the moans from leaving my lips! I watch as his eyes flick to my chest, my breasts bouncing as he fingers me violently. Then, his eyes flick to my pussy. He watches as his fingers move in and out of my vagina, slicked in my own arousal, and my other hand runs tight, quick circles around my swollen clit. Lastly, his eyes flick back up to my face. My eyebrows are furrowed, my eyes spilling with lust and need as I stare at him. My lips are parted as my moans reverberate around the room. I see his green eyes sparkle in wonder.

"Shit! Keep going! As fast as you can now, Joseph, I'm almost there, fuuuuk!" I groan.

With those words my hand speeds up keeping the tight circles around my clit and he adds a third finger, fucking me hard and fast, the sound of my step-brother’s fingers sliding in and out was melodic as it merges with the moans from both of us.

"Wow! This is unbelievable. Are you going to cum, Sophie?" His voice is warm and loving, like he used to be when we were both children.

I nod quickly, mumbling a yes. I need it. My orgasm was right there. It was on the edge, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach and on the edge of my clit.

"I’m going to cum for you, Joseph…"

My entire body clenches every muscle to not let my orgasm slip over the edge but I don’t slow down my finger as I try to hold back my orgasm. He was finger fucking me senseless and neither of us looked away from the other for a second.

"Oh, fuck, my step-brother… is going to make cum!" I groan loudly.

“Cum for me, Sophie.”

With those words, I let my body give up. His fingers keep moving inside and outside my pussy, my panties stay locked to one side and my back arches as I stop fighting the orgasm that is begging to be released.

"I'm cuming, oh, fuck, Joseph, I’m cumming!"

Our fingers work together in perfect harmony as I finally let the orgasm take over my body. My arched back abruptly jerks as my orgasm rips through me. I don't stop plucking at my clit while my body jerks and splutters all over the bed. I moan loudly, whimpering, and writhing as I rode out my orgasm on my step-brother’s lap. My face contorts but I keep my eyes open to stare into his as I climax.

I can't control my breathing as my orgasm slows throughout my body. My breathing is ragged as a few aftershocks are triggered by my fingers still lazily rubbing over my clit and his and pumping gently inside me. I slump into his lap and continue to moan and whimper as Joseph’s fingers keep moving slowly around my pussy.

My freckled cheeks are flushed from my orgasm and he finally pulls his fingers out of my pussy, with my right hand still casually stroking over my clit, sending short waves of shock through my body. I jerk from each shock.

"Come here," I whisper, “A woman needs to be held after she has climaxed for her man.”

“Even if that man is her step-brother?”

“Especially if he is my step-brother.”

I let my hand fall from my clit. I push myself onto my knees straddling his lap, my legs unstable as I wobble to keep myself upright, and I feel his penis tenting through his jeans. I perch on my knees, staring at him longingly as I reach out and grab his hand that had been inside myself moments ago.

"Taste me."

I raise my hand up to his mouth. He let his eyes linger over my finger for a moment before he parts his lips and I push my finger inside. I feel his tongue lap around my fingers, licking off any taste of me that he could. His green eyes watch me as he holds my fingers in his mouth but he sucks them clean, pulling them out with a satisfying pop.

"God, your kitty tastes amazing," he whispers.

“So… will you go out with me sometime? On a date?”

"As in something romantic? I'm not sure… but… if you want to do that again sometime…" he laughs, but he looks at me with love in his eyes.

I nod. "Definitely. Do you want to kiss me?"

“If that's okay… Yes.”

“Then kiss me…”

His arms opened wide and I slide into his embrace. So gracefully he catches me and pulls me close, then pulls back only to place a kiss on my forehead and smile down at me, and I smile back up at him before resting my head on his shoulder and letting my tiredness take over. I snuggle closer into my step-brother and Joseph leans into me, maybe imagining we were in love and we sit like that, silently in each other's arms for several minutes. I want him to kiss me but I think, this time, if he does it will be something more than a brotherly kiss. I take the initiative and bring my face up to his, bringing my full lips as close to his as I dare. Joseph looks into my glassy blue eyes and, finally, his lips touch against mine, briefly. 

Fireworks! His skin so soft, so sweet, I can smell his delicate cologne, even if it was only for a moment. He begins to pull away so, reaching for his hand, I wrap my fingers around his and pull him towards me and my naked breasts, crushing them into his chest. 

"Whatever you intend to do, big-brother, do it quickly. Mom is downstairs, and remember… it doesn't have to change anything… I am still your little sister."

“I want to kiss you, Sophie… properly…”

“And I want you to kiss me, Joseph. I deserve it, don't I? We have just done something loving and intimate together… It’s normal for a man and a woman to want to kiss after sharing such a special moment. Don't you like me?” I mew, plucking at his heart strings, desperate for him to commit to this… to commit to me.

“It doesn't have to mean… anything…?” He questions.

“Only that we love and appreciate each other. You do still love me don't you?”

“I do.”

“Then show me…”

I wrap my arms around his neck, his lips moving closer and closer towards mine before they touch. I watch as his eyes close and I know… this is different… for him… for me… for both of us. Our lips press together as we give each other the tiniest of kisses, building up to something bigger, becoming more confident as the seconds tick by. 

I close my eyes and rejoice in the feeling of a lover's lips teasing mine. I feel his body, hard and strong, press against mine as our hands begin to roam. His into my hair. Mine down his manly back. Then it begins. Never before had a kiss been so passionate, our lips pressing forcefully against each other's and our tongues searching each other's mouths eagerly. I breathe deeply before pulling away and diving into his neck, kissing and licking the skin gently. My brother was really kissing me! Tenderly, gently, tasting my lips and breathing in my sweet scent. And I kiss him back, closing my eyes and moaning softly as he runs his fingers through my silky red hair.

“Fuck! How are you single!” I cry loudly as our lips unlock.

"Quiet, Sophie! Mom will hear us!” Joseph hisses as we both freeze.

Suddenly someone knocks at the door. Shit! It's Mom.

"Is everything okay? What's happening there? Dinner is almost ready."

Joseph is quick to respond, "Thanks, Mom! We'll be down in no time". He then pulls his hand out of my panties, lets go of me, jumps out of bed, making himself look presentable before heading for the door. “Hang on a minute, I'll help you prepare the table.” Before closing the door behind him, he looks at me and smiles. I don't recognise my step-brother anymore… or even myself.

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During dinner, Mom is all smiles… with Joseph. She looks disappointed in me. How could she know there were times when I let myself be controlled? I had let her down. If my step-brother and I are going to continue our fun, I would have to switch things around. I need to prove to my mother that I can be the dominant woman she needs me to be. I won't let her down again. I grew up without my father being around me as he rarely visits us. However, my Mom always tries her best to provide me with everything. I have all the things I want in my life, except my real father's love and care. I would need to learn to be strong like her… to put family first, like she does. 

As we sit down and eat our evening meal together I see Joseph struggling to focus on his food. He can't keep his eyes off me and when I catch him looking he stares back down at his plate. Mom notices this and looks at me quizzically, recognising that I must have done something right. My step-father notices his son is behaving strangely too. It's my fault. I didn’t get him off and now he is sitting at the dinner table fully loaded. The men I have been with would be more demanding after all the foreplay and one way gratification. They would expect a blow job, or want to have sex with me. But Joseph… Joseph is already different. 

I must admit I look at him differently too. I have no idea what these feelings are but I do know, like my Mom and step-father I don't want him to leave. My father left us. He now visits me only once a year… if I'm lucky. He rejected my Mom and he rejected me. He now has a new loving family and I just have my memories. In my childhood, I was very upset with him for not staying with us. I started hating him for that reason and it left me with a distrust of men. I have never had a long term relationship. But I'm growing up. Maybe with my maturity and mothers guidance I now understand things from a better perspective. 

Mom made demands of my biological father that he could not fulfill. Did Mom push him away? She was always a strong woman, she still needs to be in charge. But surely a relationship should be based on both partners being equal? Maybe. As my Mom demands of me, I need to be strong like her, to keep the family together? Now I'm an 'adult’ my biological father's relationship with my mother makes more sense to me. I see now that maybe they just weren't as compatible as I thought… and a five year old daughter wasn't going to be able to provide enough glue to hold their marriage together. But for the majority of my life I felt abandoned. I know that I need to forgive him someday, and I need to forgive myself for the thoughts I am now having about Joseph, my step-brother. 

I think my step-father is oblivious to what is happening. I wonder if he would approve if he knew. He catches my eye and we share a look. Yes. He knows. He can sense his wife's power at play. She has him just where she wants him. She has trained him well. Mom is just staring at Joseph who sits opposite me clearly relishing how uncomfortable she is making him. Joseph can't help himself from looking at me and I know I must be blushing. My body is eager to submit to him… ahhh… that's why Mom is disappointed. She can read me like a book.

As our blended family finishes our evening meal I excuse myself. My not so conflicted thoughts resulting in a constant heat from between my thighs. I swear even my step-father notices my long, rock hard nipples poking through my top. I sprint upstairs to the sanctuary of my bedroom, lie on my bed and listen to my step-father talk to his son. I am sure he mentions my name. Great. I decide it’s not a great idea to hear their talk, so I put my headphones on. 

I am really tense about what happened between us and I don’t need my Mom and her husband intervening just yet. I am feeling terrible about things. Conflicted. Confused. She trusted me to take control and give him a reason to stay. She wanted me to learn to be a dominant woman, like her. Both she and my step-father were so excited for Joseph's return, and now… I just made everything complicated.

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It’s the weekend and the sun is shining bright in the sky. I am awake, up and I am making breakfast for the family. A night of contemplation leaves me feeling focused. I will do all I can to keep my family together. I will trust my Mom to guide me. I want to feel Joseph’s touch upon me. I will take him under my wing and take control. It all makes sense to me now.

Everyone knows my mother is cut from a different cloth. She floats through life with a dreamy look in her eye, often losing track of the conversations she is in, breaking in with a non sequitur. Mom has a classical body, a true old-fashioned redheaded bombshell. She exudes warmth that often confuses strangers, as she talks to them as if they are old friends. She has a kind of madness, a craving for affection and control that could be extremely trying on my step-brother and me, even when we were still children. We learned early to tolerate her, enjoying the attention she lavished on us whith her new husband clearly under her thumb.

My mother is a strong woman from a long line of strong women and she has high expectations of me. We have similar genes, people even think we are sisters! She is not afraid to flaunt her sexuality and often walks around the house almost nude, in a thin robe or wrap. We live in a grand two-storey house in a wealthy suburb, with a large yard and high fences and shrubbery that provided a great deal of privacy from our upright neighbours prying eyes. Which is a good thing because she has few personal boundaries. Sometimes, we'd be in our rooms, reading or doing homework, and she'd call us down to join her as she sat before the fire or watched television. If we demurred, she'd almost insist, making us feel guilty for not spending time with our "family." Inevitably, we'd cave in because it is easier to appease her and spend half an hour sitting with her than dealing with her disapproval.

When I was young, I really didn't mind. I can remember the warmth of her body as she draped an arm around me. Dad had left and it felt comforting and natural; I didn't think anything of it. Even now though, I'm eighteen and Mom still wants us to snuggle. The three of us would be nearly naked and warm together on the couch, watching an old movie until we fall asleep or my step-father comes home. My Mom would tell him to join us, but he usually has more work to do, and retires to his study as she holds me close, stroking my hair.

I knew about sex at an early age. My mother did not hide her desire for men from me. My earliest memories are her screams. Now, in retrospect, I realise she was having sex. I remember when I was nine catching her bent over the sofa with some man she had met. I watched his face as he reached orgasm and fell forward to rest against my Mom. She saw I was there, looked at me and smiled. "Isn't it wonderful?" she asked giddily. I ran upstairs and back to the safety of my bedroom.

When I reached the age of twelve my mother remarried and I was introduced to Joseph. He was going on seventeen and becoming less and less interested in staying at home. His father was away on business more often and so I ended up being alone in the house with Mom for weeks. 

Without Phil there, Mom falls into her full self. She hardly ever dresses, and even then it is only in flimsy robes or a long tee-shirt. Though she is always physically affectionate, her hugs, kisses, and caresses become more frequent when she has been denied sex for a few days. My father has been away for a week.

It has been ten days since Joseph and I played together. He has spent most of the last week avoiding me and Mom has spent the majority of the time scheming. I come home from school, and she greets me at the front door in her short, silky kimono. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close as we stand in the kitchen. I feel her large, soft breasts press against my cheeks as she squeezed me tight.

"Hey, Mom, is everything okay? Did something happen?" I ask.

She laughs, kisses my cheek, and then plants a firm kiss on my lips. I smell her perfume mixed with alcohol, and she looks into my eyes, holding my face in her hands. "I just need to touch someone!" she laughed, a bit abashed. "I feel like I am going to burst!"

We laugh at that, and she pulls me inside. "Come on!" she cries, "Let's tub!"

“No Mom, I have homework," I complain. But she brushes this aside.

"You need to spend time with me. Family is the most important thing and you are the only family I have. We need to come up with a plan to keep our family together," she laughs, "plus Mommy's been lonely in the house all day." She makes a playful, pouting expression that makes me laugh. It is sometimes like I am the parent and she is the kid demanding attention. So, like the men who preceded my step-father, like Phil and all that felt the force of her desire, I relent with a smile.

She drags me to the master suite grand bathroom, with its huge whirlpool tub. She then quickly drops her robe, revealing her soft, pink body without hesitation. Her breasts seemed so round and pendulous to me as they swayed slightly. She is practically jumping with excitement as she leads me to the already full tub and activates the soft jets. She turns to me and quickly begins to undress me and we laugh as we talk about my day. She’s done it before, it doesn’t feel any different. However, I soon feel a change of some sort as she pulls my sweater over my head and unbuttons my blouse. She lets her hands spread across my bare chest, over my bra, taking in my developing womanhood.

"Mmm, Sophie darling, your skin is so soft!" she exclaims. She lets me take my bra off as she pulls my skirt down, then, just as quickly, my panties. She lets her hands glide up and down my legs too. "And you have such slender legs!" she says approvingly, gripping my thighs firmly. "Must be all that running. You look beautiful. You’re going to break men's hearts. You will wield so much power…"

Mom stands up and faces me, both of us naked now. She pulls me close again in another hug, this time our naked skins press hotly against each other. I feel her hands reach down my back and cup my ass cheeks. I giggle. Hey, it tickled! I reach around and pinch at her perfect ass and she laughs, slapping my hand away.

We climb into the hot water of the tub and recline as she asks me about boys… then begins to bring Joseph into our conversation. I guess she worries that I have made things awkward between us. I have. As we make small talk, she moves to sit next to me and takes the soap in her hands, beginning to idly clean my body. Since she's done that since I was young, I think nothing of it at first. But she seems to press me more firmly, to take more time as she washes me, often brushing her cheek or lips across my skin after washing it clean. After a while, I can tell she is no longer paying attention to what I am talking about, so I just relax and let her wash me. It feel good and warm, and now I realise, I am turned on too.

My Mom guides me towards the middle of the tub and has me stand so she can properly wash me. She moves to my front first and kneels before me, looking up at me with her wide, dewy blue eyes. She smiles so warmly, so happily. It feels good to make her feel so, and I don't want to do anything to take away from her mood. So, I let her guide the soap and sponge along my shoulders, down over my perky, pert breasts, and across my flat belly. I look down as the suds slide down my firm, young body and watch her massage my thighs as she washes down each one. Finally, she dips the sponge in the bath and squeezes it, letting the rivulets of water travel down my body, taking the suds with them. By then, my nipples are rock hard, which she surely feels as she lets her hands idly push away the soap. She gently kisses my belly, just inches above my vulva, and then moves behind me.

As with my front, my Mom begins at my shoulders and soaps downwards, lathering me in a rich blanket of bubbles. She lets her fingers creep down my spine, between my cheeks, and massages my ass firmly. I feel my breathing become shallow as she is cooing loving words to me. Her fingers glide down the crack of my ass, over my anus, sliding them softly back and forth. I feel my Mom press her face against my cheeks, holding my hips, kissing my behind. I am nervous and excited. My pussy is throbbing as her fingers creep forward and begin to wash my pussy softly. I pant as she slides her hand back and forth, over my clit, soaping up my pubic hair completely. I feel my knees begin to shake.

"Oh darling, my lovely baby, sweet, sweet Sophie," my Mom cooes, "Is this what Joseph did? Did you let your step-brother touch you like this? You've both been so tense since you made that first tentative step. A woman needs to take control. I am proud of you, Sophie. Now let Mommy help you relax… you need to be ready…" 

Mom is rubbing my clit in rapid circles now, without any pretense of washing me. Very quickly, I am nearly out of breath and leaning back against her for all of my support. Her hand is so strong and insistent; the sensation shoots from my clit into my stomach. I can't stop my pelvis from squirming.

"Watch me, baby… look into my eyes." She tells me as she continues to massage my crotch.

I look at her and her gaze is so intense; deep into my eyes and down into my soul. If my mind wasn't so focused on the sensations shooting through me, I'd be a little unnerved at her intenseness.

Her hand slides downward and gently and swiftly her middle finger pushes inside my engorged tissue.

Against her wish, my eyes close. She gives me a soft, light kiss on my lips, then another one on my left cheek then whispers in my ear, "Look at me, honey. A woman must control every moment."

My eyes flutter open and again our eyes meet.

"Mom… I… We shouldn’t… You shouldn’t be…" I call out as the small of my back innately arches trying to coax her finger deeper into me.

"I love you baby girl, and you love me. We are powerful women. We are attractive. A woman can do as she wishes… a man must be subservient but we… we are free to love as we please," she says, pushing another finger inside. With both fingers, she is able to give a gentle, deep stroke right over my G-spot tissue. The sensation is so intense that it causes me to inhale deeply and with both hands, I reach for her hand - the one creating all the feelings. I just need to touch it - touch the source of all this sensation. She allows me this small bit of control for only two or three more glorious strokes.

"Give me your hands," she says, holding her other hand above me. Gladly, I grasp for her, glad to have the appendage to cling to. She takes both of my hands and extends my arms above my head gently and sweetly taking care not to stretch my arms too far.

"Hold onto my hand, baby, and press yourself onto me," she tells me once she has me resituated.

My body feels differently when I'm about to menstruate. I can feel my engorged tissue so acutely and I can feel her fingers glide through my wet, blood-rich tissue and it feels so good and yet different than usual. My body is so tender before menstruation and my stomach is a little nauseous as well.

Before I can even try and stop it, a deep sigh breaks through the back of my throat.

"That's it, baby, let me hear your pleasure." She tells me as I turn my face into my arm for some protection. Just then I remember that I must watch her. I know that she doesn't want me to break my gaze so I turn my head and look into her eyes once more. It's such an intense, personal thing to share when she loves my body and watches all of the sensations she's causing manifesting themselves in my face and eyes. I used to try to hide my emotion from her, but I don't any more.

She keeps stroking me, again and again, round and round. The feelings she's creating shoot from my G-spot like lightning bolts radiating out into my extremities. A small quiet sigh escapes from my throat on each exhale. I struggle to keep my gaze fixated on her familiar blue eyes. My eyes blink again and again as I fight the urge to close them and allow my pupils to roll back inside my head.

With each electric beam of pleasure, I squeeze her hand tighter as my pelvis squirms in the bed. Between my pelvis and her fingers' movements I feel as if a whirling dervish is deliciously swirling inside my pelvis cavity. Being true to her word, she's being so gentle and yet ironically creating such intense pulsing pleasure.

"Don't stop," I mutter during waves of desire. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

"Don’t say please. You are in charge, Sophie. Demand what you want from your lovers. Take what you want, my love. Just watch me and feel me. I'm not going to stop. Shhhhh baby." She says to me as she continues to stroke and stroke, around and around. It's a little bizarre how I innately can tell that her sh's are not meant to actually make me suppress my noises; rather, they are meant to soothe me. How enigmatic, she's stroking and working my arousal to its zenith and yet she's trying to soothe me too.

"Oh Mom," I say as I allow my eyes to roll back in my head. Maintaining eye contact is so hard! I really want to lose myself in pleasure but I know she doesn't want me to close my eyes. Keeping my eyes fixated means that I have to think about looking at her rather than thinking about what I'm feeling.

"Please baby, look at me. I want to share this with you." She says to me so sweetly. I won't deny her so I open my eyes again and focus on her gaze.

She is so talented at this. She has a million techniques that she can use to work me up or slowly pleasure me and keep my arousal at a steady plateau for ages. Right now, her fingers are simply a pleasure device that I'm craving. Her hand is so incredibly strong. Feeding my pleasure, she's got an entire plethora of neurons firing from my lower belly down to the last cell in my crotch.

I can feel how wet I am. The slippery wetness is allowing her hand easy maneuverability around all my delicate areas. With her divine two fingers inside me, she has almost driven me to scream with a "come hither" motion directly on my G-spot. All I can do is writhe in agony as I feel the electrical shocks radiating from my G-spot come faster and faster. Writhing is fine as long as I don't break my gaze from hers.

All of a sudden, I feel it. Heat - hot heat, washing over my body coming from my G-spot in a tidal wave of pleasure. My body stiffens and becomes still for a second or two and I just look deep into her eyes. Deep, deep, deeper I gently push my pelvis onto her fingers harder and she gives on last sweep and it happens - my body convulses and I let out the deepest animal like growl from way down in the recesses of my chest. So deep in fact, it almost hurts the back of my throat. My face contorts in what would appear to be sheer agony; but, this is far from it. More like ecstasy. As my body contracts and stays that way for a good thee or four seconds, I am able to lose myself in my mother's eyes. She can see it - me, my essence - whatever that is in its most raw and unguarded form. She's done it. She's laid me naked and exposed and she's drinking me in like sunshine. She's so intense, just looking into me, and there is no safeguard I can hide behind. I am hers. She's laid claim to me - all of me and I now belong to her.

The convulsion subsides and my muscles release their tension and my body flops into the bed as my life force has been depleted. I just lay there like a limp rag doll. She keeps her fingers inside and doesn't move them at all. She kisses my face with small tender butterfly kisses and continues to look at me. She has now allowed me to break my gaze, which is good since I don't have enough energy to hold my eyelids open all the way. Dreamily, I just lay there feeling her fingers still inside me and letting the afterglow wash over me. She curls her body around me in the tub taking great care not to move her hand or fingers. I feel enveloped in her soft cocoon of love. I am so sated I can't bring myself to move. I just melt into the warm water and zero in on my body's feeling of depletion and ecstasy. I know her fingers are still inside me but I don't say anything or make a move for her to withdraw. I just rest - deep rejuvenating rest, in the tub with my mother; feeling loved and being loved and resting.

My Mom and I lounge in the tub, relaxing in my afterglow. We sit next to each other, arms touching. We haven't spoken since my orgasm. I feel simultaneously awkward and, oddly, at ease. She lightly caresses me and I occasionally reciprocate. After several minutes, we hear the downstairs door open and the footfalls of my step-brother climbing the stairs to his bedroom. With our bodies lying still and languid, I feel her fingers curl over my G-spot and she whispers in my ear... "You’re ready. Call for Joseph now, my love."

"Joseph, come into Mom’s bathroom please," I call to him. He begins to stutter some excuse and suddenly I feel awkward, naked and vulnerable.

My Mom takes over and  presses him. "No darling, we need a towel, please come just for a minute."

Joseph arrives at the bathroom door, which is cracked open. He peeks in and sees us in the tub, then pulls back.

"Why don't you come in with us, darling?" my Mom asked.

"Errr, no thanks Mom. I’m good. I have things to take care of."

"Come on, Joseph, we won't bite!" my Mom calls after him, “All three of us need to talk about this?”

Talking about this is the last thing I want to do and I can see Joseph clearly feels the same way and shyly starts to back away from the door. Mom then stands up in the tub, revealing her naked, wet body to him. Water cascades from her long, blond tresses, which cling to her breasts, and stream down between her legs. Joseph's eyes widen and he continues to stammer out an excuse. "Joseph, you get yourself in here right now!" She directs with a firmness than either of us have ever heard in her use with her step-son. "We are family. We have no reason to be shy around each other. Sophie and I hardly see you any more. You will spend time with us!"

Joseph hesitates, but relents in his shock at her sternness. He slowly enters the room and approaches the tub. Mom's face softens. "That's good, sweetie. Just humor your step-mom and spend a little time with us," she smiles warmly, "I am just worried about you… about both of you.”

I stare at Joseph and he stares at me. My nakedness is mostly shielded by the bubbling waters but I see something else in his beautiful green eyes. Sensing this change my Mom nonchalantly adds “Go ahead. Take your clothes off and join us, honey." 

My Mom reclines back into the tub and pours herself a tall glass of ice water, sipping as she watches him. Joseph seems to come to a decision and nods. He turns his back to us then he slowly strips. I look at my Mom and find her regarding me as I am watching Joseph intently. She has a curious look on her face, then smiles and winks. "Come on, Joseph. Hurry up before we wrinkle like prunes!" She pats the tub's seat next to her.

Joseph seems mortified as he slowly turns around. I need to catch his breath as he reveals his beautiful muscular body is completely naked in front of me. I triy not to look obvious as I admire Josephs's well-formed pecs, the defined bicep muscles, the perfect hairless skin all over, the swimmer's build with no fat and V-torso. And then even lower… Fuck me! His pubes are thick but nicely trimmed and the hairs are sandy brown to match the hair on his head. And then his phenomenal tool -- it looked to be at least five inches long, flaccid, and very thick. While his dick was covering them a fair bit, his balls looked to be quite large as well. All in all, Joseph just exuded complete masculinity, and his crotch displayed an amazing unit. Despite sitting in a tub of fizzing water, I felt myself immediately get wet. 

It is clear that he is uncomfortable with my eyes upon him, and I soon see why. His penis is responding… growing… Poor Joseph turns beet red. I start to giggle, but my Mom throws me a warning look. "Quick, get in the tub, before Sophie explodes. Sit next to me. Don't ever be embarrassed to show your feelings. You look beautiful. We are all naked now with nothing to hide."

Joseph awkwardly climbs into the tub and sits next to my Mom, who hands him her glass of water. I am still stunned. He literally undressed in front of us. I’m now naked in the tub with the boy I have been dreaming about this last week… and my naked mother is sitting between us! He drinks deeply as my Mom put her arm around him. Joseph gives me a bewildered look, but I just roll my eyes, letting him know it is more of my Mom's madness. We always used to tolerate her flights of fancy, her absolute lack of respect for others' privacy, and this is just some new event to add to the list.

My Mom spends the next ten minutes chatting up Joseph as she had me, though with a bit less success. She probes him about his aspirations and he reveals he is looking to secure his first job in his chosen career and can afford to be choosey. He is looking to move away though which sends a heavy sadness to my heart. That’s where the more highly prised engineering jobs are, and he wants to be among the best. When my Mom asks about his love life he becomes quiet, so she has to press him for conversation. She tactfully changes the subject and asks about his day and he relaxes a bit and relates his banal activities. As he speaks, my Mom begins to lightly soap his shoulders and neck. At first, he seems to tense up a bit; but as she continues, he, like me, gives in to her madness.

Next, Mom begins to wash Joseph as she had done with me. She moves him to stand as she kneels in front of him and I admire his glorious nude body once more as he emerges from the water. His penis is now fully erect, at least seven inches long stuck and sticking straight out, just inches from her face as she washes up and down his legs as if it is completely normal. Finally, she brings her soapy hands to his ass, cleaning him thoroughly, and reaches under him to cup his balls. Joseph moans and my Mom smiles. He starts to pull back, but she is holding his balls firmly now, and puts her other hand on his erect shaft, letting the suds slide down from his round, mushroom-tip to his heavy balls.

"You're really such a big boy now, Joseph. So much like your father!" she said.

“M-Mom…!” he stammers, looking at me but I too am lost for words.

“Ah… I see,” my Mom continues, “Sophie here finds you very attractive, you know? But I have watched her faff around this last week. I have realised she is still just too young and immature to do what needs to be done. You agree that something needs to be done, don’t you?”

“Yes… Yes Mom.” 

For some reason his response surprises me.

"Joseph, dear. I see we've made you quite hard." My mom compliments, as she admires him. "So, do you prefer older women? Do you like a woman to take charge? Joseph, tell me?"

Joseph doesn't know what to say. He is very shy, but his hard cock is not getting soft and my Mom loves being in control. I want to scream at him, to tell him to choose me… but the words do not come and I realise with another shock, that she is right. I do not have her confidence. I can’t simply take what I want. I want him.

"We don't need to be coy with each other, Joseph. Don't be afraid to talk to us about anything. Communication is the key,” she says as she washes his muscular chest, “Are you still a virgin?" Mom asks.

"Yes. Yes Mom." He quietly replies.

"Do you want to go to your bedroom for a few minutes and masturbate? I assume that this is what you do when you lock yourself in there when you get aroused. Don't be shy. Boys your age masturbate. It is okay to talk about it. I already know you do it. Who do you think cleans your sheets?"

Joseph looks mortified. I guess I do too!

“You are welcome to deal with it in any way you please. Or you can stay here with us… do you want to stay here?”

He nods.

"Good. Then I need you to open up and be honest. Do you agree to answer my questions and do as I say?”

“Yes Mom.” So submissive already!

“Good boy. How many times a day do you masturbate, Joseph? Tell me." Mom asks him, firmly.

Joseph is very embarrassed and tries to avoid answering but my Mom has him in her unfaltering gaze.

"Hmmmm… I am guessing three times a day?" Mom says, and looks at him to see how he reacts. A big smile develops on her face. "I am right, aren't I? It is three times."

"Sometimes, four." Joseph responds, looking down.

"Good boy." She praises him, happily, "I am glad you didn't try to lie to me. A boy cannot lie with a hard on, a woman would detect that lie easily." She looks at me. I can’t tell if she is disappointed with me.

"Tell me, Joseph. Don't you think that masturbating three times, sometimes four times a day, is a bit too much?" She asks him, firmly.

"Yes, Mom." Joseph replies, silently.

"What would be the right amount for a virgin boy like yourself? What do you think?" My mom made it hard on him.

"I don't know…" Joseph said.

"Well, if you have a lady in your life, she can decide that for you. This is how most men know. And it is not three times a day, let me tell you that. It is less, much much less, young man."

I start to see why my Mom said that I need to be dominant over my man. I feel the power as she is talking with Joseph. It arouses me. Mom notices that. She notices that Joseph is getting confused and obedient and I am getting aroused. What the fuck is wrong with me and my family?

"Sophie, do you think you can help Joseph? By being the woman that he comes to when he wants to release himself?" Mom asks me, as she smiles at me.

"I-I think so, Mom; if Joseph wants me to be," I reply.

"Joseph? What do you say? Do you want Sophie to hold the key to your orgasms?" Mom asks him.

"Yes, ma'am." Joseph said.

My Mom smiles widely. She seems very pleased. Her words were chosen carefully.

"Sophie, Joseph, it seems you have a shared responsibility now. Joseph will need to get your approval to cum, Sophie, and you will hold the key to allow that." Mom explains to us. "Don't get me wrong here, the key is real, you can not go back on this".

We both nod.

“Good. Now it seems that I must teach my daughter an important lesson. Actions have consequences, Sophie. And so do inactions.”

“Huh?” I look at her in confusion.

“You failed to take charge… you didn’t take the opportunity that I set up for you a week ago. You need to learn that if you don’t take the thing that you want… then you lose the thing that you want. A woman must be absolute! It is a woman’s duty.”

“I’m sorry Mom,” I apologise, having very little understanding of what was going on.

“Just sit back and watch,” my mother ordered sharply and I sank down into the tub, suddenly feeling shame. She looks back at Joseph, who is still standing, and reaches around him, putting a soapy hand on his shaft. Joseph closes his eyes. My Mom slowly began to stroke him back and forth. "Does this feel good?" she asks quietly.

"Y-yes, Mom," Joseph mutteres. It watched his penis twitch and swell in her experienced hand. My Mom moves closer to him, so her breasts are pressed against the back of his thighs, her cheek against his back, as she continues to stroke him.

"I love making my family feel better," she cooes, still stroking. "It is a woman’s duty to care for each and every family member," she adds, opening her eyes to look at me. I meet her eyes and smile in spite of myself, then look back to watch Joseph's cock begin to jerk in her hand and feel an intense jealousy. This is my punishment. This is how she is going to make me learn.

"Don’t look so angry, Sophie. Do you want to help?" she asks me. "Come on," she taks a hand from Joseph's penis and he whimpers slightly, missing it. She holds it out to me, taking my hand, and pulling me close. "Help your brother feel more comfortable," she commands.

I move forward to kneel next to where my step-brother stands. My Mom guides my hand to his penis and begins to show me how to stroke him. I touch Joseph’s cock for the first time. He flinches as if I have just given him an electric shock… but a bead of clear liquid begins to form at the tip. I gently masturbate him together with my mother, both of us working on him to his great pleasure. 

I really like the way his cock looks. It is definitely seven inches long, with a good sized, dark pink head capping a smooth, thick, flesh coloured shaft. As my Mother and I take turns jerking on it, I can't help thinking how good it would feel in my mouth and, maybe, hopefully, my pussy.

Mom is right. I am not really that experienced. I had lost my virginity years earlier but I’ve only been with four lovers. I’ve seen and felt four different cocks. I made those boys cum a hundred times, but this already feels special. My Mom demonstrates how to manipulate his foreskin then sits back, offering me to continue on my own. I hesitate for a second, my hand just inches away from his beautiful, erect, cum shooter, and then, after looking up and seeing the "okay" in his eyes, I first tentatively touch, then wrap my fingers around the stiff, swollen beauty between his legs.

His cock twitches at my touch, which makes me smile, then I take a moment to enjoy the sight and sensations of holding my step-brothers manhood. The outside softness with its underlying hardness was totally different to the way a teenager's erection felt. I feel the smoothness and warmth of it, as it swells even more in my fingers, and feel my labia begin to swell and open beneath the bubbling water. I start to work my hand up and down his seven inches. As I start really getting into it, he exhales, closes his eyes and put his head back as I stroke and jerked his cock, which had now reached its full size and hardness.

“Good… very good, Sophie. Keep him on the edge for me,” my mother comments, her own hands now beneath the water. I know what she is doing.

And so does Joseph. "Oh, yeah..." escapes his lips as I work him, enjoying the feel of his skin in my hand, and rubbing the bottom of his cockhead with my thumb at the top of my stroke. I continue like that for a little bit, maybe just a minute, until my Mom reaches up and begins to massage his heavy looking testicles.

“He’s ready, Sophie…” my mother comments. As much as he is obviously enjoying himself, he can’t help but look down to the women kneeling in front of him. His eyes dart from my exposed breasts to my Mom’s and then back again.

I keep varying my pace, trying to keep him satisfied, while my mother caresses his balls, her other hand between her own legs. This lasts for a few minutes, and then his moans and breathing speed up, and I recognise his signals. He is getting ready to cum.

“No Joseph, not until Sophie gives you permission.”

His eyes immediately stare into mine. His expression implores me. With a panicked look on his face he pleads with me. But know I must keep him waiting to appease my mother. I change my technique to long, strokes, from the base of his member to the crown and stare into his gorgeous green eyes.

“Excellent, Sophie! But your poor step-brother has had blue balls for this past week, haven’t you?” my Mom questions her step-son, “See how heavy his ball are? See the amount of pre-cum he is drooling?”

It’s true. A string of clear, oily precum hang from his oozing slit and spans down towards the churning water.

“You may cum, Joseph.” I announce.

He grips my shoulder for support as he screws up his face, panting, his climax rapidly approaching. His penis begins to pulse in my hand as my Mom cups his balls lovingly, her eyes glued to his thickening member. We both wait with baited breath. I see my step-brother's muscles strain and his body tremble as he hunches over us. He thrusts his hips forward once more, his penis points upward as my wrist action intensifies. Mom and I do not have to wait for long. 

"Ahhh fffu-uuu-ckk!”

We witness the most wonderful display of the male orgasm. Several long white jets of sperm shoot out of his hole, up into the air, arching over us both and landing in the water behind us. I watch in fascination as I aim his ejaculating tool at my chest. My perky left tit takes a direct hit from his next salvo and I gasp as I feel splash after splash of hot, sticky, steaming cum land on my breast, spattering on my nipple dripping down my tit. I am beside myself with how much semen he is producing as several more voleys are launched towards me, covering my right tit and then between my boobs, dripping down my navel.

"Yes, Sophie! What a beautiful sight!" My Mom cheers her approval, her left hand splashing between her thighs as my pussyfolds pucke and pulsate. Her right hand squeezing the last of my brother's load from his testicles. Mom is right again, my tits look wonderful shimmering with his shiny white jizz.

"Huunh! Auuhh! Hu!" Joseph pants through the rushing surge of his orgasm, mightier than a roaring hurricane, leaving me completely drenched in his thick, viscous fluid. He is shaking, coiled and straining over us, the last globules of his cum splattering into the water in front of us. 

"Oh Joseph!" Mom cries breathlessly, her chest rising and falling. "Oh my! That was… I have never… I'm..."

His semen now dribbles from the tip of his penis and onto my hand. It is warm and sticky, not coming off right away with the water. Joseph slumps back and my Mom catches him, lowering him back into the tub next to her. 

Joseph is gasping for oxygen, lost in bliss and my Mom cannot help herself. Without worrying about any moral code, she holds him close, squashing her full breasts between them. They hook their chins into each other's opposite shoulders and cuddle, enjoying the afterglow of his much needed orgasm. The orgasm he had been holding back since he fingered me in his bedroom.

I let myself float away from them. Having conflicted feelings about what had just happened as I submerge myself in a soup of bubbling bath water, soap, and my step-brother's sperm. 

After a good five minutes she releases him. And he looks different. It is as if he is seeing my Mom in a new light. Like she is something more than his step-mother now. I am immediately enveloped in jealousy. What depravity is she actually capable of to keep her family together? How far would she go? He looks at her differently. He is smiling now. Grateful. Maybe even a little more confident. He looks at me then back to his step-mother who delights in my reaction and begins to kiss Joseph all over his face, showering him with kisses and love, letting her big breasts press against him.

"That was lovely, wasn't it, Sophie?" My Mom pulls me back to her side, putting her arms around us both and pulling us close until both of us have our cheeks pressed against her breasts. She strokes our hair and relaxes back into the tub.

"Ah, such talented children..." 

Joseph looks across at me, not sadly, but a little overwhelmed. I give him a little smile as my Mom holds us close. We sit there in silence for a while, lulled almost to sleep by the heat of the tub and my Mom's calming strokes. I begin to doze, pressed against my Mom's breast.

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After our bath, Mom leads us, wrapped in robes, to the kitchen to feast on leftovers. Mom doesn't give Joseph and me time to be uncomfortable; she insists on serving us, starting with tall glasses of one of my step-father's fine wines. Joseph and I sit in the cozy breakfast nook as she buzzes around the kitchen humming happily. She raids the pantry and refrigerator in energetic sorties, each time returning to us with a new treat. She occasionally pauses to caress one of us, tousle our hair, or kiss our necks and faces, and then be off again in search of even more snacks. Her flimsy, almost transparent robe cannot contain her. It hangs from her, half-tied and revealing most of her creamy breasts, belly, and thighs.

Joseph and I avoid each other's eyes by concentrating on the food and drink. He seems a little overwhelmed by her attention and is still flushed from our bath. With his thin frame, pale complexion, and wide green eyes, Joseph is nothing like his Dad. When my Mom married Phil I worried that we would never get along but somehow we just seemed to seamlessly become brother and sister. But I never considered him as a potential lover. When he was last home, three years ago, I was still a little girl, barely into my teens. Joseph always followed my lead; played the games I wanted, sat through the television shows I chose. But after the tub, and as I watch him react to my Mom, I find the set of his jaw, the straightness of his posture, even the light in his eyes have all changed.

Mom finally perches herself on the chair next to Joseph's, so close that their thighs press together. She sees that I notice this and seems pleased with herself. As she continues to chat gaily, she dives into the food and wine with relish. When she isn't eating or drinking, Mom's free hand would caress Joseph, fluttering from his shoulder down his arm or from his thigh up to his chest. It's as if she needs to continually touch him. For Joseph's part, he is soon trying to hide his very obvious erection as it rises up from within the robe. Mom pays it no mind and keeps up her flirtatious game.

I feel a bit chilled in the silky, thin robe Mom had put on my shoulders; just one of her large collection. It hardly reaches my thigh and does nothing to hide my cold, sensitive nipples. I consider adjourning to my room to slip into something warmer and start my homework. But as happens to anyone caught in Mom's wake, I feel my reservations dissolve as we sit there laughing and eating, and I join in the moment, relishing that we are indeed ‘family’.

After dinner, Mom implores us to curl up in front of the fire with her and watch a bit of television. We, of course, comply and spend the next few hours snuggled together watching reruns of comedy sitcoms. We lie in a lazy pile, with our legs and arms crisscrossed. Joseph and I nestle against my Mom while she freely strokes our hair and bodies. I feel awkward now sharing my Mom with my step-brother. For the last eighteen years it has just been the two of us… now two has become three. Soon enough I am made to feel like a third wheel when I notice Mom's hand slip into Joseph's robe and snake toward his crotch. From her movements, I can tell she is lightly stroking his erection.

Joseph has his eyes closed as her hand gently moves up and down, it is as if he is asleep. Perhaps he is? After a while, Mom gently presses me to lie back and opens my robe, revealing my smaller breasts. She lets her fingers dance up from my belly, over my hard little nipples, and up to my neck. I look into her eyes and she smiles. Then she takes Joseph's hand and places it on my breast. For several moments, his fingers rest there tensely. Finally, Mom took Joseph's hand in hers and holds it like a brush. She begins to paint lines in my skin with his fingertips. I bite my lip and feel my strength leave me, as she hums quietly and traces patterns over my perky tits, circling my nipples, and dipping down my belly almost to my pussy.

The combination of warmth and wine overcomes me and, like Joseph, I doze as they stroke me. I awaken to find the television off and Joseph and Mom fast asleep. Snuggled against Mom's left side, my own robe is completely open at the chest and pushed back off of my shoulders. Mom's robe is open as well, and my chest is pressing against her large, soft left breast. She radiates so much heat that my skin is moist where it touches hers. I lie still, letting our breasts rise and fall together as we breathe in rhythm. It is a strangely erotic sight. Joseph lies on his back to Mom's right. Her arm rests atop his body and her hand remains within the folds of his robe, softly grasping his penis. Joseph's left hand is on my Mom's naked, white thigh, a few inches from her exposed pussy. Only embers remain in the fireplace. Despite Mom's warmth, I feel a chill and reach for a thick quilt piled nearby. I carefully position it over Mom and Joseph. He stirs only slightly to rest his head on Mom's shoulder. I curl back against my Mom, opening my robe all the way to my waist so that more of my skin can press against her warmth. It feels natural. It feels good.

I wake early the next morning, squinting at the gray dawn light through a slight hangover. I groggily go about my morning routine, quietly readying myself for school while Mom and Joseph sleep peacefully in each other's embrace. Like lovers. Once again I feel a wave of jealousy overcome me but rather than confront them… confront my feelings… I drag myself out into the overcast morning, leaving them still snuggled and sleeping fitfully in front of the hearth.

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School seems even more interminably dreary than normal. I spent my day in a melange, trying to come to terms with the emotional tsunami that had changed the landscape of my life. I know I both want and don’t want my Mum's solution to keep the family together. I know part of me understands what happened was wrong. But another part of me wants it to happen again. I am distracted, I’m exhausted and struggle to stay awake during class. 

Clad in their gray and blue uniforms, my pale, prim classmates seem even more remote. The detached elitism of my teachers and their droning lectures drive me further into my imagination. I find myself half-dreaming of being suspended in the welcoming hot tub, next to Joseph and my Mom.

Finally, the school bell rings and I am free. I skip soccer practice and return home. Stepping into the living room I notice the quilt and pillows still lie in a pile near the hearth and there are no immediate signs of Joseph or my mother. I climb the stairs to my room, dump my bag to the floor, and flop on my bed, ready to nap.

As I lie there with my eyes closed, a dreamy moan floats down the hall and reaches my ears. I can't help but smolder as I pad down the hall towards the master bedroom and peek in to find Joseph and Mom curled naked in my Mom's expansive bed. The thick down comforter has been tossed to the floor and they sit upon the salmon-pink silk sheets. Joseph is naked and resting against the pillows, supported by the headboard. Mom is pressed next to him, holding his hard cock in one hand while planting small, quick kisses on his lean abdomen.

They both look bedraggled, as if they'd been lolling about all day… or… I don't want to contemplate it. Still, Mom's mussed, flame coloured mane falls with a certain elegance and obscures her face as she kisses my brother's taut belly. She drags her hair along his chest, down his belly, and over his rigid cock. Joseph moans again and she giggles as she continues to tickle him. Meanwhile, she maintains her hold on his cock, slowly pumping it up and down.

As I spy on them from the doorway, I am conflicted. For one, I enjoy the show. I do love my step-brother and adore my Mom, despite that each can be a nightmare. They are my family. The events of yesterday had been undeniably pleasurable. Even at eighteen, I knlw something of pleasure and the awkward, almost mercenary affections of boys my age. What I had shared with Mom and Joseph had been the closest thing I'd known to ecstasy. That we were indulging in incest excited me even as it gave me pause.

Now, of course, I realise that my Mom had conditioned me, perhaps unconsciously, for years. She had showered Joseph and me with thousands of caresses, kisses, and moments of vulnerability and warmth. She'd never hidden her sexuality, her body or my step-father's. They were always open about their sexual activities. As my brother and I had grown, she'd only become more overt in her physical attentions for us. So this shift into the carnal is not as sudden as it seems.

My ambivalence, then, arose from my suspicions regarding her motives and the consequences of our complicity. I know that her thirst for attention is insatiable. Years before, when I was still a child, she'd bring strange men back to our home. I would watch her as she dominated them. I would hear and see her fuck them. It became normal until she met Phil. They matched each other perfectly. He wanted to be submissive and she needed to be in control. He was wealthy despite paying off his ex-wife and my Mom accepted him and his son into our lives. Mom often reminded me that she suffered after losing my father and she didn’t want to be alone ever again. So, wanting to keep her new family together and happy had become her mission. Perhaps, now that she has tasted our affections, she's now prepared to do anything. And it’s all my fault. If I had been more assertive… if I had taken Joseph for myself… she wouldn’t have felt like she had to step in.

This is my punishment for not being dominant enough. As I watch Joseph and my mother stroke each other, I can't help but wonder where her madness would lead us, especially Joseph. It isn't that he is weak; rather, his patience with others' demands borders on indulgence. Now that the dam has burst with Mom, I worry that she will overwhelm him and drive him away… that’s how it was with every man before Phil. And I don’t want to lose Joseph. Not now.

Even as I debate with myself, I stand at Mom's doorway enraptured. She is speaking to Joseph in soft, cooing tones as she plants kisses on his chest. She blows out a long, slow breath and then, in a slow, sensuous movement, she drags her tongue along his hardened nipple. Again, Joseph moans as his cock lurches in her hand.

Mom delights in his reaction and begins to lick with more gusto, dragging her tongue along his chest with a long, firm lick that starts below the nipple and ends at the base of his neck. She caresses him with her tongue just as she had done with her fingers. Eyes closed and mouth agape, Joseph holds my mother’s head, his hands lost in her ginger tresses, his ass rising up off the bed slightly to move in concert with her hand.

Mom slowly works down Joseph's torso, licking from his right thigh up to his navel, always keeping her eyes on his face and visually feasting on his ecstasy. Finally, she lets his hard cock brush against her cheek as she licks. Joseph squirms. She had him completely.

My breaths become shallow as I watch. My abdomen, warm and tight, and my breasts seem to press against the confines of my bra. After several minutes, I realised that I have been unconsciously stroking my fingers along my lips, cheek, and neck, caressing myself as my Mom has done. Imagining Joseph’s pleasure and wishing it was me providing it. My mother holds Joseph's cock straight up, just by two fingers near the large, swollen crown, as if she were inspecting it. Then, she uses her free hand to spread his balls slightly. Watching his face until the last moment, she swoops down suddenly and runs her tongue from between his balls up the shaft of his cock right to the head. Joseph groans loudly. Mom laughs gleefully. I die inside.

"Do you like that, Joseph?" she asks coquettishly. She dips her face down close to his cock again and lets her tongue flash out in tiny, quick licks.

"Oh, God, yes Mom," Joseph swoons.

"Mmm, lovely. A mother should do all she can for her son, even her step-son. Mommy loves to make her boy feel good." 

“You're the best… Mommy…”

She laughs and looks him in the eye, “No, no, that won’t do at all. You’re no longer a little boy, Joseph. You’re a man. Men call me by my name. You must call me Helen,” she commands as, mercilessly, she works her tongue around his shaft, finally planting her wet lips on the side of his cock and sliding them up and down. "Oh, Joseph, look at how your beautiful penis prepares for sex, even with me." She begins to slide her hand over his crown, spreading his precum down to his shaft, where her lips quickly slide over it. She raises her face, eyes glistening with happy mischief, and smacks her lips daintily. "You are just so tasty, Sophie doesn’t know what she’s missing," she cooes.

Kneeling there naked before my step-brother, with her large breasts heaving, her elegant hair fetchingly mussed, and her lips swollen and glistening, Mom is giddy with the delights of the sensuality, attentiveness, and raw carnal pleasure of the moment. She is laughing and panting at the same time, hardly able to contain herself. She dips her head back down, opening her mouth and wraps her lips around the tip of Joseph's cock. With her right hand, she massages up and down his shaft; with her left, she cups his balls. Joseph grips handfuls of her hair, but he isn't guiding her actions. Mom's madness is now in complete control. Poor Joseph doesn't have a chance and my chance was evaporating before my very eyes.

Mom's pace quickens. She bobs up and down on Joseph's cock, undulating her whole body with the movement. From my vantage, I am treated to a view from the side. Mom's heavy breasts hang low and sway with her movements. She thrusts her ass back as she sucks her step-son, as if pushing against a phantom lover entering her from behind. After several moments, she removes her hand from Joseph's balls and slips it between her own legs.

Mom lifts her face from Joseph's cock to permit herself a full, throaty moan as her fingers work her clit. She shifts to one side, so much of her naked front now faces me, and rapidly fingers herself as she continues to massage Joseph's cock. My step-brother watches my Mom wank him and his expression is one of wonder and pure pleasure.

"Do you like this, Joseph?" Mom pants, meeting his gaze with wild merriment as she continues the dual masturbation. "Tell me how much you like it."

Joseph blushes. Despite all that has happened, he remains shy and reserved. Fuck! When did he get so cute! My Mom urges him on. "Come darling, your step-mom needs to hear how her step-son likes it! Please, please my love," she begs him, still holding his cock firmly in her hand, and then leaning forward to plant a long lick up his shaft and over his precum-covered head. Finally, Joseph relents.

"Yes, Mom, that feels… so… incredible," he panted. "Shit, I… I want to cum…”

“Sophie is in charge of your orgasms, Joseph, not me.” Suddenly I felt a wave of power wash over me as my Mom started sucking on his swollen glans.

“Fuck! I can’t hold onto it! Please… Mommy! You’re too good!”

“Maybe…” she says between garbled mouthfuls, “maybe if you call me by my name, Joseph… I might grant your wish and suck you off.” 

“Shit. Please? Please Mom… Please… Helen?”

“What was that, Joseph?”

“Helen… May I cum?"

Joseph's words stoke a renewed fire in my mother. She immediately moves back onto her knees and perches her mouth over Joseph's cock. "Yes! Yes, my young lover! Cum for me!" she cried excitedly. "Where do you want to cum, Joseph?”

“In… in your mouth?”

“Yes Joseph! I love to swallow. We can’t be leaving any mess for Sophie or your father to find."

With that, Mom opens her mouth wide and sends his phallus to the back of her throat. She almost gags before withdrawing, taking a deep breath, then swallowing him whole again and again and again. Strings of her drool span from his penis to her mouth as she sucks him off with renewed vigor. Her mouth slides down over the whole shaft and up again, getting faster and faster, her saliva now pouring down her chin and over her jiggling titties. It is a sight to behold! All the while, she keeps her hand on her vagina, working it with increasing rapidity.

Joseph's pelvis bucks from the mattress as he grips my Mom's hair with animal ferocity. He is grunting loudly now as Mom mewes and moans with her mouth full of my step-brother's cock. As an observer, I find myself shocked by the rawness of the scene. But there's no denying that I feel a fierce heat in my own pussy that seems to override my jealousy. I lick, bite, and suck on my own fingers as I watch. I can hardly breathe.

Finally, Joseph cries out in a voice I'd never heard from him before. It is a deeper, more emotional tone than I'd ever have expected from my timid big brother. His eyes screw shut and his mouth hangs open, gasping for air that doesn’t seem to come. He bucks his hips up one last time, clearly cumming hard and emptying himself into my mother's mouth. Mom reacts in kind. She moans and sucks simultaneously, drinking in Joseph's cum with all of her mad thirst. For her, Joseph's "gift" is the ultimate form of attention.

Finally, Mom lifts her mouth from Joseph's cock. A thick thread of saliva and his pearlescent seed connects them as she pulls away, arching between the incestuous lovers, finally detaching from my step-brother's glowing red cockhead and falling back towards my Mom. Their combined fluids are still attached to my Mom's chin and their love juice splats down her slender neck and upper breast. She seems oblivious of it as she regards my spent brother and continues to frig her clit. She is kneeling before him, her legs spread wide, and leans back a bit to open her pussy fully for him to see.

"Thank you Joseph… you taste so different to your father, sweeter… younger," Mom whispers. "I want you to stay with us. Sophie wants you to stay with us… a man has needs… and we will satisfy those needs… but this is my house. My rules. Do you understand?"

Joseph watches her through half-open eyes, smiling slightly, nodding gently in agreement, though appearing a bit bewildered.

Mom closed her eyes and began to massage her breasts with her free hand, continuing her attack on her clit. "I just want to keep this family together. You’ve made me very happy. Come close, darling… I need you to see this."

Joseph groggily obeys, arranging himself so that he lies with his face a few inches from Mom's glistening pussy. Mom uses her fingers to collect her step-sons seed from her left tit then sucks her fingers into her mouth. She smiles as Joseph watches in amazement and sucks and bites on her fingers, much as I had done while watching her give him oral sex, then she sends her fingers back down, opening her puffy labia to let Joseph see her pink, wet flesh. His semen seems to have energised her, she seems to be shimmering, her freckles glowing, as if the only way she can avoid being overcome is by cumming.

At first, Mom just runs her finger tips up and down the smooth skin around her mound, one on either side of her sparse but neatly trimmed triangle. At the same time, she uses her free hand to squeeze her cute and perky C-cup titties and she clearly shivers a little in anticipation of what is to come. It doesn't take long before she begins to tenderly rub her swollen clit, but that alone isn't going to be enough. I can tell. So can my step-brother. 

“Mom…?” Joseph tentatively asks.

“When we are sharing a bed… you must call me Helen. Understand?” she instructed, huskily.

“Yes… Helen.” He speaks her name like he's trying it on for size. My jealousy burns. “Helen, do you want me to… make you cum?”

“You're thinking of my needs? That’s very gentlemanly of you. Would you like to go down on me?” Mom asks as she pushes her middle finger between her fat lips and into her slick hole. Not pausing, Mom quickly works her finger all the way into her needy cunt.

“I would,” Joseph says, his breath clearly taken away.

“All in good time. Watch me, learn about a woman's sex from me. Stay close to me Joseph…” Mom whispers in reply. She uses her fingers to loosen herself up and teased herself just a bit before adding, “...but don’t touch.” 

She starts her illicit show by rubbing her fingertips through her wet slit and then uses two fingers to spread her entrance a little. Finally, when she can no longer hold back, she plunges three fingers deep into her pussy. After a pause to enjoy the feeling of being filled, Mom begins to fuck herself, slowly at first but increasing the pace with every stroke. As she finger herself, we can see her body respond and know it won't take long for her to reach her peak.

Mom starts to pant, moan, and then cry out. She makes the noises I'd often heard emanating from my parents' open bedroom door since childhood. Usually, it had been late at night, when I is was supposed to be asleep, and my step-father had been home. But I'd never witnessed her full sexuality so immediately, nor heard her release herself so loudly.

She is almost there and Joseph is enamoured. I see her nipples rise, her breasts swell and her skin begin to flush as the wet sounds emanating from her sound more like white noise. She looks down at step-son, still positioned between her open thighs. I can smell her sex from here. Her pheromones must be wreaking havoc on his young, sex starved, brain. He meets her gaze and they stare at each other.

“Helen…” he whispers in desperation but my Mom just shakes her head then scoots forward until her pubic hair nearly tickles Joseph's nose. He pecked her inner thigh and then plants a single, light kiss right on her pussy lips as she continues her assault on her clit. That is all she needed: a single kiss.

Mom reaches her peak and cries out loud as she goes over the top, shaking and shrieking with erupting pleasure. She jerked her hips forward and ground her pussy into Joseph's face. He has no time to lick or suck, her thrusts are too spasmodic, all she needs is some contact with my step-brother. All she wants is the warmth and pressure on the loins that gave birth to me. She keeps her pace on her clit as she vibrates through her orgasm, nearly suffocating poor Joseph in the process. Finally, after several seconds of undulations and gasping moans, Mom falls onto her back, panting. A moment later, she erupts in gleeful laughter.

"Oh my sweet boy, you had me building up to that climax all day. That was the most incredible orgasm I've had in months!" she giggles. "You took instruction very well. Maybe I should give Sophie some credit? I’ve soaked these bedsheets. Your father won't be happy."

Joseph lies still, smiling and catching his breath and I dare not move. I don’t want to draw attention to myself. My Mom shifts out of the damp patch and cuddles into my step-brother, putting her head on his shoulder and lightly strokes his chest. Joseph closes his eyes and holds her close. I hope he is like most men, after he has cum he will want to sleep and that’s when I can slip away. But then I notice my mother’s naked body pressing against him is making his penis twitch. I can’t take my eyes from it as he regains his erection.

I panic, I know I am going to have to move but I am literally standing in the doorway. After a minute I decide to slowly retreat but as soon as I take that first step backwards my Mom turns towards the door and, perhaps, notices me for the first time. She sits upright with a broad smile on her face. Despite the obvious events of the moment, her wild hair, Joseph's cum streaking down her chin and breast, she greets me as if it were any other day. "Sophie! Oh, darling! How we've missed you. How was your day?"

I look to Joseph, who meets my eyes for a moment and then quickly looks away. He is blushing fiercely again. Clearly, he is wondering how much I've seen.

"Come, honey, come and join us," Mom beckons.

I hesitate. Having seen the dominion Mom now holds over Joseph, I know that giving into her now would mean that I would spend the rest of the evening attending her need in some form or another.

"Come Sophie, just to say hello, at least," Mom pleas softly, still smiling.

I smile in spite of myself and step forward to sit chastely on the edge of her bed. Mom sidles up behind me and wraps her arms around me. Her hot naked skin presses against my back and arms as she wraps me in a warm hug. I am hit with her strong scent, an intoxicating mixture of her light, floral perfume and her aroused sex.

"Have you two been in bed all day?" I ask coldly.

"Oh yes, honey, it's been grand!" Mom exclaimed. "We woke up on the floor this morning, cold and stiff. So we retired to the master bedroom to get a proper nap! Before we knew it, it was already afternoon! Isn't that so, Joseph?"

Joseph agrees and rolls onto his side to cover himself with a sheet. He is looking to the door, clearly considering leaving. I am not a happy bunny. I am going to make him squirm.

"So, didn’t you do anything productive today, Joseph?" I probe.

"Well, yeah, I didn’t have anything planned. No big deal."

"He kept me company. He needed his rest! Joseph needed time to come to terms with things," Mom explains matter-of-factly.

"Fucking hell, seriously?” I look at them both, still flushed in the afterglow of their orgasms, “I guess if this means Joseph’s staying… I’m fine with everything. Did you two even eat?"

Joseph shrugs. "A little."

"We're nearly out of food," Mom pouts. "I guess we'll have to order in tonight." Of course, shopping and cooking were out of the question.

"Well, I have a lot of homework," I retort.

Mom holds me fast. "Really, darling? Can't you stay for a while?" She begins to massage my shoulders and neck in the way she knows I love. I feel myself being lulled in, pulled backwards. I close my eyes and relax into her hands.

It would be easy to lie back on my Mom’s marital bed and let her disrobe me, letting her pleasure herself by pleasuring me. I imagine leaning back in her arms and letting the massage continue. I daydream of how she would work her hands over my shoulders and unbutton my blouse. How she would undress me with careful, gentle movements, always caressing my skin as it becomes exposed. Soon, I would be as naked as Mom and Joseph, my breasts and hard nipples exposed to them, my pussy already wet and throbbing. I would fall as deeply as my brother. But I am still jealous of them both… I’m still angry at him… so resist.

"I have a lot to do, Mom. I'll come back to say goodnight," I announce, rising before she can tighten her grip. "I'm up for anything but pizza. Let me know when the food gets here."

Surprisingly, she doesn't pout as I kiss her cheek and head out of the room. Perhaps it is her day-long indulgence with Joseph, or her own hunger, but her craving for attention is mitigated by other distractions. She smiles sweetly and starts grilling Joseph on what he wants for dinner. It is a woman's duty to keep her family happy. Right now Joseph means more to her than me.

I leave them quietly debating take-out options and head for my room. Not long after, the door to the bathroom I share with Joseph closes and the shower starts. He stays in there for a long time while I try, with little success, to complete my homework. I am still angry and distracted by the scene I had witnessed… and my own arousal. I keep imagining what would have happened if I had joined them on the bed. As I am attempting to work through my calculus problems, I discover my left hand has snaked under my skirt and that I am stroking my pussy lightly. My labia are wet and swollen and for a moment, I even consider sneaking in on Joseph in his long shower. But, I quickly nip that in the bud. Let the poor boy have his peace, I chide myself. Besides, what would I do once I join him? While I had fooled around with boys, I am by no means experienced in seducing them. My Mom had his defenses down within moments. I could see in his beautiful green eyes that there is nothing that he won’t do for her. That scares me.

Besides, it isn't as if the mere sight of Joseph causes me to burn with unbridled lust. We are siblings. Old compatriots surviving our parents' eccentricities. But, after the tub and the scene on the bed, our relationship is evolving. He is no longer just my shy, step-brother. I realise I am lying to myself. I am jealous. His firm body, gentle fingers, and fine erect cock are seared into my memory. With our inhibitions weakening, I see him also as a partner… a potential lover… and little did I know how far Mom's infectious carnality would take us.

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The next day, when I arrive home from school, Mom is in the front room relaxing on the sofa. She is wearing some negligee under a loose, transparent wrap. It is undeniable: She is so beautiful. I’m lucky to have her genes. I've seen her naked all of my life, she is never modest in front of me, but now, with all that has happened, I am keenly aware of the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breasts barely contained in her bra, the strength in her demurely crossed legs. I know the taste of her lips, the force of her tongue, and feel a new surge run through me as her eyes scan up and down my body.

"Sophie, it is lovely to see you. And just in time! Your father should be home soon. Why don't you join me for a bath until he gets back?"

"Sure, but he’s not my father." I reply, giving her a peck on the cheek and looking about for Joseph. I can only wonder what they'd been up to all afternoon. "Where's Joseph?"

"Oh, upstairs, fussing about. I told him we would hit the tub when you got home, but he mumbled something about having some interview to prepare for."

"Well, I'll see if he wants to come," I say. Realising my Freudian slip, I blush as I head upstairs.

I dump my books off in my room, dig out one of my plain, modest bikinis from beneath a pile of clothes. As I strip, I take a moment to view myself in the mirror: so skinny, so pale. My breasts aren’t that impressive, though my nipples are nearly as big as Mom's and prone to sticking out at the slightest chill. I have to admit, I like my ass, toned as it is from soccer and field hockey.

Still, my body is so unlike Mom's voluptuous figure; if not for our identical hair colour and sapphire blue eyes, you'd never think we were related. Maybe one day, I tell myself, my body will develop like Mom's. I like that thought, and imagine how I might fill out as my hands creep down my flat belly to my pouty pussy lips, visible through my sparse pubic hair. Still, how can any boy get turned on by this little girl's body? Finally, I step into my bathing suit and head off to find Joseph. He is in his room, sitting on his bed, reading. As always, his room is empty of things. Even as a teenager, he never littered his walls with posters of cars or athletes like other boys. Joseph looks up at me and smile, then notices my bikini and gets a quizzical look on his face. I flush a little as I feel his eyes on me. Even our most banal interactions have now taken on a simmering, seductive thrill. But from the way he blushes, I can tell he feels it too.

"She's got you bathing with her again, eh?" he asks, trying to sound casual.

"I could use a bath. School was… ugh," I sighed, as if that says it all. I step forward and flop on his bed.

"It'll get better," he promises. "Once you go to college."

I shrug, unconvinced. "We'll just have to see," I say.

Joseph moves to sit up next to me and puts a brotherly arm around my shoulders. "Please don't worry about it, Sophie. College is 100% better than high school. Trust me, I hated it too."

I smile at him. He is a great step-brother I suppose. I lean against him and we sit there in silence for a few moments. I shiver a little, feeling chilly, and look down to see my nipples poking through my top. I catch Joseph noticing them and he blushes furiously. We both laugh.

"Perv!" I shout.

"You should talk," he replies.

"Just a house of pervs, I guess."

"Well, it is your Mom's house, after all."

We chuckle at that. Having broken the ice, I muster the courage to ask him about the previous day with Mom. "How did it start? I mean, did she just trap you here all day?" I probe.

"No, well, you know your Mom," he replies. "We woke up late in the morning. You had already gone to school and I'd already missed my online appointment. So, you know, it wasn't hard for Helen to convince me to stay home."

"I bet! You call her Helen now? Trying to distance yourself from the fact you had been rolling around naked, with your step-mom!" I accuse.

Joseph blushes. "I know, it's weird, isn't it? But who are you to talk? I saw you two in the tub, before, um, before I joined you."

"I know. It is weird. But, then again, it isn't, you know."

Joseph nods and sits up next to me. "It's just her way. She sacrificed a lot for my father. He loves her despite Helen’s… weirdness," he sighs. We sit there in silence, each considering Mom and her eccentricity.

"You’re not to call her Helen unless you are sharing a bed with her!" I scold him, suddenly hurt and he looks at me sheepishly. I stare at him coldly and I finally find the courage to ask the question that burns in my mind, “So… what did you two do together in bed all day?”

Joseph's face reddens again and he avoids my eye. "We just, you know, laid about."

"Ha! You did a lot more than that. I watched her give you a blow job, remember?"

"You saw all of that?" he asks.

"Oh yes, and you were loving it," I say with a needling tone in my voice. I must admit, I revel in his discomfort. "And then you kissed my Mom’s pussy?"

He sighs, that must have been a pivotal moment for him, his eyes look distant as he recalls the memory. Perhaps Mom’s pussy is the first one his lips have touched? Could he really be so inexperienced? My anger softens and he finally meets my gaze. He has beautiful eyes.

"I’m sorry Sophie. I know she’s your Mom.”

“She’s your Mom too!”

“Step-mom…”

“It’s still incest! You are avoiding answering the question.”

“Your Mom… our Mom… wants to show me affection. I get it, she wants me to stay, she’s said as much. Family is important to her. So yeah, when she asked me to sleep with her… I said yes. We were tired. It seemed harmless. And we did sleep a lot, then I'd wake up and Mom would be caressing me… playing with me again, or asking me to do stuff."

"Stuff, huh?" I giggle, poking him in the side with my finger.

"You know what I mean."

"Well, how much 'stuff' did you do?" The vitreous had left my voice. Now I just needed to know: Did Mom take Joseph’s virginity. 

Joseph grinned. "This is so crazy," he sighed. "Well, she really loves to kiss, you know. She laid me back in the bed and cuddled up, lying half on top of me, and we just kissed for the longest time. Her tongue..." he drifts off. I find myself staring off into space, remembering what her kiss felt like for myself. We both shift uncomfortably, clearly getting turned on by our memories.

"What about it?" I press.

"So warm and wet. And her body too. Her skin is so hot, almost like she had a fever, but so soft I didn't want to stop touching her. Fuck Sophie, Helen… our Mom… she has the most amazing tits I’ve ever seen.” I suddenly feel inadequate again, Mom might get Joseph to stay with us… but I was going to lose him… to her. “Your Mom has such large, teardrop-shaped jugs with quarter-sized areolas and inverted nipples made my mouth hang open. I think I even drooled. I reached up and cupped a tit in each hand. Fabulous! Firm and perfect. I probably played with her fun bags for most of the day. My Dad's a lucky bastard. Of course, he has to deal with her bullshit, so maybe not so lucky.”

“It takes a certain sort of man to appreciate my Mom…” I murmur. I know the sort. I know the tactics, strategies and routines she used with the men that preceded my step-father. She slowly but surely dominated them all. Phil is a good man, a good father even, but he adapted the quickest to her ways. He accepted his role and gladly paid the price… and my mother keeps him more than happy. But now, because I am failing to be the dominatrix she is, my Mom is training Joseph to be subservient. 

“...I lightly massaged and caressed them. I squeezed them. I rotated my hands around them and ran my fingers down and brushed each nipple. She gave a slight gasp. She has such sensitive nipples, Sophie! I gently pinched and twisted both nipples. She gave a deeper gasp then she leaned towards me and whispered. "You want to suck them, right?” I did. I would have done anything to suck on you Mom’s tits.” 

I have already lost him. How could I even compete? 

“But then she just laughed and pressed her breasts into me, into my chest, and we kissed some more. After a while… she presented them to me… but she had rules… terms and conditions. She needs her family around her. She knows I am looking further afield to start my career… she wants me to look a little closer to home. I agreed and then she sort of fed her boobs to me, begging me to suck them while she straddled me. I think she came just from me sucking on her nipples. It was… amazing…"

He looks at me and realises he has been less than sensitive, he doesn’t mean to hurt me with his words. He’s my brother. I should be thankful that he can talk to me openly like this. I should be grateful to my mother for keeping him focused on staying local. But I am a melting pot of emotions. Joseph and I are both panting. We are sitting very close, and he puts his arm around me, his fingers gently stroking my skin. I rest my head on his shoulder and my hand on his thigh.

"Joseph… Did you… Did you fuck my Mom?" I am as shocked as Joseph when the words spill out of my mouth. To even have this conversation is absurd!

Joseph chokes on my question for a minute, then shakes his head. "No, it really never got to that point."

I nod. Then, unable to help myself, I press: "Would you have? I mean, if she'd wanted to." We are like co-conspirators whispering secrets.

Joseph squirms. I squeeze his thigh to reassure him. Instantly, we both stiffen. I think about taking my hand back, but the imp of my Mom's madness has a hold on me, and I begin to caress Joseph's thigh.

"It's okay, Joseph, you can tell me," I whisper, looking up into his eyes.

Joseph swallows, then nods slowly. My heart races. I revel in his confession. He is as lost, as depraved, as any of us. I can see it in his eyes, as he can in mine. I am sexually attracted to him, even though he is my step-brother… and he no longer sees that as a barrier. I might still be able to reclaim him from my Mom’s clutches. Our lips are so close now, we are still panting, letting our hands roam each other's bodies. I need to take control.

"Wow, you would have fucked my Mom," I sigh. I brush his cheek with my lips and whisper into his ear, "You know, she'd have probably let you, if you'd tried."

Joseph holds his breath and seems to be searching my face, as if finding something new there. I grin devilishly and let my hand creep farther up his thigh. He wants me as much as I want him. I can feel it. He is hard, his penis is pressing against his trousers.

"Wow, seems like you like the thought of that," I chide him, resting my palm on his hard cock.

"Well, you can't blame me," he gasps, finally. "Your Mom is… powerful..."

"No, don't worry, I can't blame you," I agree. I start rubbing his cock through his pants. "I think it might be fun to watch you make love. You have a sexy body. You make a good couple."

Joseph grins at the thought of that. He pulls me closer, his strong fingers gripping my naked arm. I kiss his neck, right below his ear.

"Tell me, Joseph, do you love her?”

“Of course I love her… she’s my…” he sees the seriousness in my eyes. “I do love her. I love my family.”

“Would you do anything… for family…?”

"How do you mean?"

"Make love to Mom…” I whisper into his ear, “You’d fuck her… lose your virginity to her… is that all you want? Just sex?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it like that."

"Would you fuck her tits?"

"I guess. They are big and soft. That would feel good."

"Would you cum on her face, like some girl in a porno?"

Joseph chuckles. His fingers slipped under my bikini top to toy with my hard nipple. "I guess, if she wanted a facial I’d give her one."

"What about anal sex? Would you fuck your my Mom in the ass, you perv?"

Joseph stiffens at the thought. "Do really you think Mom and Dad have anal sex?"

"I think they probably have every kind of sex," I reply. We sit there in silence and consider that notion, rubbing each other with increasing heat.

"Well, what about me? You love Mom… do you love me?”

“You know I do…” I do now. I can see it clearly in his beautiful green eyes. He doesn’t even need to say the words.

“You have Helen… Joseph… Where does that leave me?" I look him right in the eye as I deliver the million dollar question. Our lips are mere inches away from each other. I am holding Joseph's cock firmly through his trousers and feel it pulse beneath my fingers. He continues to massage my breasts and tweak my nipples. We lean forward to kiss. "Would you fuck me, Joseph?" I whisper.

"Kids! You're father's home!" Mom calls from downstairs. "Come say hello!"

We freeze as soon as we hear her voice and jump apart, as if we've been caught. Then, we both burst into laughter.

"Everyone in this house is crazy," Joseph chuckles, shaking his head.

"Well, it's Mom's house, after all," I agree.

I lift my bikini back over my breasts and he straightens his trousers, then we hurry downstairs to welcome Phil home.

________

We descend the stairs to find Mom and my step-father kissing passionately. Mom's in a bikini, her wrap has fallen down her shoulders, leaving her cleavage exposed. Phil's arms are around her back, hands resting on her ass. She clings to him, swaying back and forth, and looks blissful. Her family is home.

We are quiet enough that they don't even notice us until we are only a few feet away. Then my step-father raises his head and stiffens, trying to be proper in front of us children, and gently pulls away from my Mom. She keeps her arms around his neck and presses her ample breasts into his body, just as Joseph had said she'd done to him. I can't help but grin. Mom is smiling and ecstatic that her whole family is together again.

I give my step-father a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Mom moves in to embrace me from behind and sandwich me between them. Like Mom, Phil is fit and though not especially tall, he still has several inches over Joseph and me. I feel the warmth of their bodies as Mom presses hard against me, smashing me into her husband who laughs at her exuberance.

“Phil, where all headed for the hot tub. Would you care to join us?” My Mom announces. I look at Joseph who still looks like he isn’t convinced.

"I suppose it would be fun and relaxing after the stress of the week. In fact, I can't believe you aren’t already there, the way you are both dressed?” Phil replies, smiling at the two females in his family.

"Oh shit," Joseph says, "I don’t have a swimsuit so I’ll sit this one out."

father and son exchange glances and then Phil adds, "Damn, me neither, Helen. Looks like it’ll just be you two girls."

Mom is the first to speak up again, having reached a decision. "What are you wearing right now?" she asks her step-son. Puzzled, Joseph simply looks down at himself, then back to her. "I mean underneath."

"Underneath?"

"Yeah. Boxers or briefs? Or do you still wear tighty-whities?"

Joseph blushes. "If you must know, boxer-briefs. And they're black."

"Perfect. I know you’re wearing something similar Phil so it’s simple," she continues, "You can wear those."

Joseph scoffs but Phil just sighs happily. He will do anything she asks of him. Mom rolls her eyes. "Oh, please, don't be a prude, Joseph. And besides, once you're in the water, it's all about the bubbles."

My step-brother mellows at the mention of bubbles. The hot tub is not only far too big for what we really need, but it also incorporates a countless number of strategically placed jets and bubble makers that turn the tub into an outright caldron. As kids, Joseph and I had spent countless hours splashing and giggling in the tub as the bubbles would balloon our swimsuits. Innocent times. But now the tub has different memories for both of us.

Joseph thinks about it. "You really want me to get in that hot tub?" He asks.

"Yep, and I'm tired talking about it. It's time to do it," and taking both male members of her family firmly by the hand, she drags them to the hot tub. 

I follow obediently as my Mom adjusts the settings while my step-father steps up behind her and gasps as she feels him slipping her wrap from her shoulders, "Oh Phil, we’re in full view of the children…" she moans, pushing hard against his chest. She couldn't care less about what we see. Even now she is in complete control of him. I must admit, it is quite impressive to witness.

He laughs and whispers in her ear… "I know a thing or two that will make them blush and make you scream with passion my lady, if you'll just let me show you..." and he pulls her tight for yet another deliciously intense kiss.

My step-father’s full lips looked so soft, like Joseph's, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, biting softly, then pressing full on her lips… her tongue teased him… patiently invading him… seeking his surrender… utill the both lose what little control they have and melt into each other, her arms slipping around his neck… challenging him to accept her… wanting him… needing him to take her. He scoops my Mom into his arms and places her into the water. He looks down at her as he slips off his shoes, seeingly completely unaware that we were both there with them.

He is unbuttoning his trousers, and unzipping his fly as he watches his wife intently. This show is for her. I guess he has done this many, many times before. He reaches behind his head and pulls off his t-shirt then slowly slips his trousers down and his penis is hardening in his boxers. It looks like it might be a similar size to Joseph’s. Mom just sits there, watching him undress... her eyes travel down his beautifully muscled body to rest on the tool quivering eagerly in his shorts. He stands still for her, enjoying her examination and smiles to himself as her eyes fasten on his cock… I shiver as I feel myself get wet for my step-father and close my eyes, the fire in my belly making me woozy.

"Just like a bathing suit," Phil tells his son, as he joins his wife in the tub. They immediately embrace in the steamy water.

I recover from my stupor and follow him into the tub. I am easing into the bubbling water when Joseph approaches the tub. His eyes meet mine and he forces a smile. He takes a deep breath and slowly begins taking off his shirt, he glances down to see my Mom now sitting in his father’s lap, her shapely breasts are half out of the water, which bubbles and glistens around her. Her bikini top appears to be more sexy than sensible and supportive; her nipples and areolas are very prominently showing through the wet material, just under the waterline. Joseph swallows and forces himself to look away and after another moment of hesitation, he finally shucked his pants which fall to his ankles, then turns back toward the tub.

He notices me having a good look at him and smiles. There is still a glow from the twilight of the day, and there also the glow from the bathtub lights, so Joseph was fairly well lit. I have to admit that my step-brother has the best body. He has broad shoulders and a long torso much like his father. His skin is pale, smooth yet hairy, something I always noted with a slight pang: His father is in better shape if I am honest, but he has a smooth chest… and I think I prefer his son's hair. He steps out of his jeans, takes off his shoes and socks and stands in front of me in just his boxers. 

“Quick, the water’s perfect. Jump in,” I instruct him, trying to spare his embarrassment.  

He does as I ask and Mom looks pleased. She then shifts her attention back to her husband. It's fairly obvious what is going on at the opposite end of the tub. My Mom is gently undulating up and down on Phil's lap, her legs either side of his. Joseph and I look at each other and hold each other's hands beneath the churning water. 

Phil spins Mom around but she stays in his lap. Now she sits facing us and continues her gentle grinding.

“Why don't we give the kids a bit of a show,” she says, turning to her husband, “Sophie is old enough and needs to learn.” 

His hands disappear beneath the turbulent surface and Mom gasps before taking a deep breath. Are her bikini bottoms pushed aside or undone? He retrieves a hand and wraps Mom’s luxurious long ginger tresses in it to hold her firmly in place, water dripping from her hair and his hand like a wet cloth being rinsed.

"A woman must do all she can for her family,” Mom addresses us as the married couple begin to make gentle waves. Phil is moving beneath her, holding her stationary with her hair. We can’t see anything but it’s fairly obvious; He’s fucking her. 

She looks back at him and he leans her forwards, guided by her hair, until her breasts and then face submerge into the water. Joseph and I stare at his father who smiles back at us. Mom emerges in front of us, panting and Phil makes his thrusts slower and deeper now that she is above water. My Mom closes her eyes and turns her head forward and tilts it slightly upwards getting in rhythm with his pull of her hair. She just surfaced and already wanted to go back down but she knows he won't let her so soon. He would never hurt my Mom, not like that,  but Mom is clearly unafraid to let herself go in his hands.

"Ready?" Phil asks as my mother releases the knot holding her bikini top in place. It falls into the water, exposing her incredible breasts.

"Yes," she then replies and takes a deep breath as he pushes her head down, this time submerging with her.

Once underwater, Joseph and I see his grip tighten in her hair. His other hand holds her across her breasts and grips on the opposite shoulder. They were having underwater sex. Right in front of us, partly obscured by the bubbling water. He uses his grip on her and starts thrusting hard. Bubbles rise up in front of us and Mom gargles a muffled moan. She is in her element. So is he. Phil now has Mom at the bottom of the tub and begins thrusting with all his might while pulling her towards him. We hear a few more bubbles, this time with a muffled scream. How many times had they done this before? He knows she doesn't have much time and increases his pace and then pulls her up.

"Oh fuck!" Mom half gaspes and half screams as she grapples between taking a fresh breath and exclaiming her pleasure. "Look at the kids, they look like fish out of water?” She is right, Joseph and I both have our mouths hanging open in disbelief. 

Phil seems unaware. His thrusting is making Mom’s tits jolt with each impact. “That’s it. Don’t stop!" She protests loudly and he obeys. He keeps his grip the way it is and thrusts as hard as he can, fighting against the pressure of the water. Mom’s moans grew louder.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck me, Phil! Fu..u..u..u..ck meeeeee! Oh!" She squeals along to his rhythm. She is getting feral, ever closer to her climax.

"Take a deep breath," he warns her. She obeys immediately. She doesn't want to miss what is coming next and wants to enjoy it in all its breathless glory. Then she is under.

His thrusts are harder than any before with his grip ever so firm. Phil is above water, getting all his strength from fresh breaths. In front of us she held down, enjoying her breathless bliss. He gives her a few more good strong thrusts and then goes down with her, pushing them both to the bottom and pinning them there. The deep hard thrusts continue and a stream of bubbles rise up in front of us. First a little bit. Then a bit more. Then a lot more. And we know she is almost there. Both in pleasure and breath.

Mom makes no attempt to surface, she doesn't struggle. She is even holding tightly onto his other arm across her breasts, a clear sign that she is at the cliff of a monumental orgasm. So he continues, holding his own breath, fast depleting with the energy he is putting in. It is an impressive carnal sight. Then a mountain of bubbles rises, with a muffled scream of equal magnitude. He keeps his thrusts, pushing her more into her breathless oblivion until he pulls them both to the surface.

Mom is quivering in orgasm, gulping in oxygen as Phil finally acknowledges our presence. "Oh, Sophie, you look just like your Mom. She has a beautiful pussy. I love her."

“I know.” I reply, but I don’t know where the words came from. 

My Mom spins around to face her husband, still impaled on his dick, and kisses him. Hard. She wraps her legs around him as he slowly slides out; then back in again. Another pause as they gazed at each other, savoring the moment; not ever wanting it to end, yet wanting more at the same time. He pulls her hair, causing her to arch back, and devours her neck. Breathing heavily he kisses her; licks her; and gently bites her. She breathes heavily at this attack; all the time watching her innocent, helpless children as she gives herself to her husband fully.

Their fucking grows more pronounced as he starts to move with more determination. Their basic instincts take over as he struggles to get hold of her. She cries as he firmly grips her shoulders, pulling her back into his thrusts. He moves his hands beneath the water to her hips and he pulls tightly; desperate for her; desperate to penetrate her as deeply as possible. She begins to fuck back; pushing against the tub for leverage. She, too, needs him deep inside her. Their positions finally secured and comfortable, they begin to move in sync.

I can almost feel my own vagina opening as I watch my mother have sex. The copulating couple twist sideways and Joseph and I can see Phil’s penis sliding in and out of his wife’s closely trimmed pussy. The sight is as much a turn-on for us as it is for them. 

Mom smiles when she sees us and asks, "Are you watching me get fucked? Or are you watching a woman provide for her man’s primal needs? Always control the outcome, Sophie. It is your purpose. Find a man and become his world. Save him from himself…"

I'm barely listening but Joseph seems to be hanging onto my Mom's every word. To me she is talking gibberish as they both approach their orgasms. We see it start in the bottom of my step-father's legs. The shock wave rises like thunder until it hits him squarely where their sex organs are joined. He pushes as deep into her as he can as his body takes over. He holds himself inside my mother tightly as a contraction loads the length of his cock and shudders as the orgasmic waves build within him.

She passes the point of no return as soon as his balls tighten. For her, her climax is evidenced in her tits; her nipples are huge, her chest flushed red, her freckles seem to shimmer as the wave washes over her body. My step-father, now on the very brink of his own orgasm, begins moaning, and I see him make several sporadic thrusts as his hot, thick semen shoots into my mothers needy vagina. He cums in bursts separated by one or two seconds, each one preceded by Phil's satisfied moan. It continues for what seems like an age and I begin to marvel that a man could cum so much. 

Just like all their other sex sessions, they are both vocal in announcing boundless satisfaction, only this time it is happening right in front of us. My Mom looks so content, so pleased with herself, knowing she is the source of his gratification and fulfillment. I begin to realise that she might be right, there isn't anything better in the world than making you man experience such pleasure, though once again I experience the yearning ache to feel that happening deep within the feminine depths of my own body - to feel my man depositing his seed inside of me; to feel him pumping into me, filling me. Giving me purpose.

I feel Joseph's hand tighten around my own as our parents splash and scream out their pleasure. Like two waves in the ocean combining at just the right time to amplify both into a rogue, their two orgasms collide into one. It is as wondrous as it is traumatic. Phil holds Mom upright by her waist and supports her against his chest. Both of them are panting out of breath, reveling in the experience. Her eyes are half closed as she tilts her head to look at him and smile. He is lost in his ecstasy as he relaxes back into the tub, beside his wife, opposite us. Once again I am sitting in water polluted with sperm. My step fathers seed, somewhere in the frothy, bubbly waters between us.

They sit like that for a few minutes, both breathing heavily. Phil makes eye contact with my well fucked mother. He has a dazed expression on his face, like he isn't quite sure where he is… or what has happened. A second realisation dawns upon me; Phil was never in charge. He was a slave to the narrative of my mother’s sex story. She used his passion to feed them both, knowing he would not be able to deny her. He looked like he was brutally raping her, but she enabled him and then helped him reach that peak in his sexual performance. Because that's what she needed. That was power.

My redheaded, freckled faced, blue eyed mother, extracted the very best from him. The fact that she keeps him in check, and has done for all these years, is testament to her dominion over him. She had coaxed him into demonstrating their hardcore sex for their children and his response was mindless subservience. It looked dangerous. It looked wildly erotic.

Finally our parents look across towards my step-brother and me, and see our dumbstruck expressions. Not a word is exchanged between us for what seems like an ice age or two. They look at eachother and as if they are communicating telepathically before coming to some decision. 

“Phil, daring, I need to talk to our babies. Please leave us,” My Mom actually dismissed him! Obediently he moves away from her, rises from the water, and climbs from the tub. 

Joseph’s father drops his wet boxers to his ankles and towels himself dry. I can’t help but stare at my step-father’s now flaccid penis as it flops between his low hanging balls. The penis that had created my step-brother, who’s hand I still tightly hold. I continue to watch him as kicks his boxers to the laundry pile and pulls his pants back up his legs. We all watch him as Phil pushes his shirt into his pants and then buttons them, lifting the zipper, and buckling his belt.

“Go fetch us our usual takeaway. We won't be cooking tonight,” my mother announces and the married couple share another knowing look.

Phil nods as he grabs his clothes and leaves. Mom was right, she really is in control. I always thought Phil was just pussy whipped but that’s not entirely true. I just watched him share in the domination. My Mom gave him some of her power and they both benefited from it. She’s safe because she holds the key. Phil will never leave her like my biological father did and the realisation strikes me like a thunderbolt. This is why she feels the need to educate me, to train me, because without her help I will be vulnerable, like she was. My Mom is trying to protect me. Now I understand. I love her all the more. A woman must be in control of who she is and what she wants. A woman must do anything for her family.

“Come closer,” my mother commands.

Joseph and I look at each other and release our hands to shimmy around the oversized tub in opposite directions, finally forming up either side of my Mom, who puts her arms around us leaning over to kiss each of us on the forehead in turn. Joseph likes it, probably because he didn’t receive much in the way of maternal affection growing up. Perhaps I understand more about his infatuation with my mother now too? The last half hour has awakened something within me. The revelations are coming hard and fast.

"Sorry if that was a bit weird... You must think that I have some silly ideas about how I want us to behave together. I guess I am a little domineering as you have probably realised..." Mom says apologetically, and then, addressing my still wide eyed step-brother, "I hope you don't regret joining the family..."

"Oh n-no,” Joseph stutters, “it is a bit odd but guess we'll just go along with it... I'm just happy that I have a family and home. I have a loving father and mother who both love each other… And I'm glad to have a sister..."

"Step-sister!" Mom grinned. "She’s going to grow up to be just like me. The women in our family have strong genes. Probably something to do with our red hair."

"You're both really pretty! I think I’ve always prefered redheads," Joseph reassures his step-mom who smiles, indeed looking pretty but I knew I was very much in her shadow. But… perhaps one day my tits might be as big as hers… my curves like hers… my effervescent sexuality always simmering away, like hers.

"I’m glad you understand, Joseph. Your father and I have found it so difficult not to express ourselves fully with you both under the same roof.”

Joseph and I burst out laughing much to my mother’s confusion. 

“Mom,” I try to explain between heaving breaths, “we always know when you and Phil are having sex. The whole street probably knows!”

“Ah,” it was my Mom’s turn to blush, “we thought we were being quiet…”

We continue to giggle in my mother’s embrace as she chuckles along with us for some time until the hot water and soothing bubbles calm us.

“We should have done this sooner,” my Mom finally says, dreamily.

I’m not sure what she is referring to; her erotic display with my step-father or our new found sexual honesty with each other. Either way, it is refreshing not to have to hide our feelings and face the truth about who we are as a family. 

"Thanks Mom… for trying to keep us all together…” I say quietly above the sound of the bubbles.

"You’re welcome. A mother has responsibilities. One day you will understand," Mom says, and kisses me on the cheek.

"Thanks, Mom." Joseph adds, and leans over to kiss my mother on the opposite cheek. However, the Mom is moving back into position and the blonde haired twenty-one year old's playful kiss misses its target, instead landing on Mom's lips.

Joseph freezes, blushing, then laughs apologetically however Mom, without saying anything, kisses him back. Her adopted son's eyes widen in surprise but he doesn't pull away, and I watch with growing jealousy as Mom returns his kiss with something soft and sensual, but grows evermore passionate as the seconds tick by.

"Sorry! I made that weird..." Mom blushes when the kiss breaks.

"Not at all... I like kissing." Joseph says, glancing at me, knowing on some level that what they were doing is wrong.   

Mom's hand brushes through Joseph's hair and over his cheek, the gentle touch of my mother's fingers giving him a dreamy look. I feel the heart begin to race. Jealousy or excitement? I’m not sure of anything anymore. My step-brother eases himself in front of my promiscuous mother and they begin to make out, their kissing growing deeper as he Mom takes control.

Mom's hand brushes down her Joseph's slender neck, and down over his light hairy chest where she gently fondles one of his nipples. Joseph looks like he's in heaven and moans gently into the kiss to show his appreciation while he reaches down to caress my mom's naked breasts in return. I can tell he loves how firm and perky her larger boobs feel in his hands.

"You have your father's touch..." Mom sighes when the kiss breaks and she looks up at Joseph now straddling her as they tenderly caress each other, “I'm glad you're both coming out of your shells. You need to be open and honest with each other…”

"I-I know…” Joseph again looks at me but immediately looks down. My Mom reaches out with a finger and lifts his chin, their eyes meet.

“What's on your mind, Joseph?”

“I was turning sixteen when you married Dad. I had such a crush on you ever since we met... you looked really cute. Always in sexy, revealing dresses, blue eyes and with your amazing flame coloured hair...."

Mom giggles. "You looked cute too! You were growing up into such a handsome young man. Those green eyes of yours will make many young ladies' panties wet.” Mom looks at me as she speaks and I feel myself moistening.

I wonder if she is pushing things too far, after all they are related and currently staring at each other. Once again, I am just fading into the background. Joseph can't help himself and returns to kissing my mom, as he caresses and tenderly squeezes one breast, now feeling the bare skin on his fingertips.

"Oh!" Mom winces a little and Joseph blushes, realising he has rubbed my Mom's still sensitive nipple a little too firmly. “Don't forget that it belongs to your father,” she says calmly, “but… you might be able to borrow it from time to time… if you're a good boy.”

"Sorry! Yes! I'll be good…"

"It's okay. You may continue."

Joseph looks at me again, as if seeking permission. I sigh and nod and he smiles back as his fingers return to my Mom's breasts and resume his rubbing. Moments later we both see her teat harden in arousal.

"That feels so good..." my redheaded mother moans, closing her eyes.

I join her, relaxing beside them and closing my eyes. Joseph is just a man after all, and like my Mom says, and man has needs. My mother is fulfilling them because she knows she would be better at doing it than I am. It's logical I suppose. She wants to keep our family together. So do I. I shouldn't be jealous, I should be grateful.

But I am jealous. I hear a slight sucking sound. I open my eyes and see Joseph suckling at Mom's left breast. She holds his head, looking down at him lovingly.

"Ah yes, there, there, baby. Just enjoy yourself," she says dreamily. Joseph has rotated so that he straddles her left thigh, with one hand against the side of the tub to support himself and the other now gently squeezing her large breast. My Mom puts her head back and cooes with pleasure as he sucks. Then, she looks down at me and smiles sleepily. She puts her hand on the back of my head and pulls me close. My lips are already inches from her right breast, so she doesn't have to guide me much. I let my mouth open and taste her salty, hard nipple, surrounded by the soft, supple skin of her breast. I suck lightly at first, just getting used to the shape and taste, but soon I am sucking with as much gusto as Joseph. Like my step-brother, I find it more comfortable to straddle Mom's leg, letting her firm thigh hold me by my crotch, and I hold onto her to keep close and sucking. Next to me, Joseph cuddles against my Mom and me, still sucking. I look down and despite the churning water I can clearly see his penis is tenting his boxer shorts and he is gently, subconsciously, rubbing himself against her thigh. Likewise, my pussy is warm and tingling and I am enjoying the feeling of my Mom's skin against my scantily clad vulva.

“Lets turn off these bubbles,” Mom says quietly, “or we are going to be pickled by the time your father gets back home.”

Mom reaches behind me and deactivates the water jets. Immediately the room is silent and the last of the bubbles pop as the water stills. I look at my mother and I can see her body clearly, without the bubbles obscuring us. She looks fantastic. Of course Joseph is enamored with her, as all the other men she has let into her life. She now only dressed in bikini bottoms, and her vulva filled them out beautifully. 

The tub is silent but it is still nicely heated. Mom has one hand on the edge, the other is toying with Joseph's mousey hair. She looks at me and I try to form words. I want to tell her to keep her hands off Joseph, to give him to me, to let me take control… but I just stare at her. Mom shrugs her shoulders and turns her head back to face her step-son. He is lost to me. 

He lets Mom guide him so he's between her open legs… then closer. She leans towards him and she kisses his cute nose. Then, after another side glance at me, she kisses him on the lips. Now I can see their bodies clearly beneath the water. I can see her gently rise up and down, trying to push her mound into his erection as they kiss.

"You're teasing him," I state.

"I am," she agrees, "and he deserves it for choosing to look for work closer to home."

“I'm still wanting my own place, Helen,” I notice he has used her first name again, “when I can afford it. I'm almost twenty-two. I can't live with my parents forever…”

“If we get to keep you with us even for a year longer then it's worth it. And I will do all that I can to make this a home for you. It is a woman's duty. I don't want you to worry, Joseph, I have everything planned.”

I bet she did! She is almost as desperate to be in charge as Joseph is desperate to lose his virginity. 

“Touch me, Joseph…”

With a shaking hand I watch as he reaches down between them. I watch as he slides his hands down inside her bikini bottoms and his breath catches. I wonder what he feels? Her heat? Her hairy vulva? Her creamy pussy? His fathers semen…

“Do you like what you've found… down there…” she looks down at either her camel toe bikini bottoms with his fingers trapped within or his straining boxers, inadequately containing his junk. I can clearly see one heavy looking testicle hanging free.

“I like it, Helen.”

“You sound so grown up when you use my name, Joseph. You're a man now… would you like to see the vagina of a grown woman?”

“Yes…” He hisses. 

He starts taking quick shallow breaths, his heart rate must be through the roof! 

“You're the man of the house until your father gets home. You may take a look.”

Joseph's hands are still shaking as he slides his hand to one side, hooks her bikini and starts to push her bikini bottoms down, slowly, in case there is an objection. Mom just quietly watches him, smiling. He keeps going, exposing part of her mound and pussy fur, which I see under the water. My Mom brings their heads together and their lips meet. They kiss as he explores her strawberry blonde pubes showing. It gets to the point where there is no reason for Mom to have her bikini bottoms on anymore. The pool light is fairly dim but I can clearly see her hover above the seat allowing Joseph to pull her bottoms down… and down they go.

When he gets her bikini bottoms to below her knees she uses her arm, still clinging to the side of the pool, and she floats both legs up and let Joseph take them all the way off. She sits back and opens her legs.

“I'm all woman,” my Mom announces, as Joseph stares at her nude, breathtaking form, “but I'm not your woman. Sophie is feeling left out, you're not being very kind to your sister, flirting with me when she is in charge of you and your orgasms.”

“But… I'm… it's just…” Joseph burbles.

“It's okay but you owe Sophie an apology.”

“Sorry Sophie!” He immediately blurts. 

“Good boy. Do you want Sophie to show you her breasts?”

“She has perfect breasts…” Joseph responds.

“Yes, she does, doesn't she? If she accepts your apology perhaps she will reward you?”

Once again I sigh. More mind games. She's training him and I need to learn. “Apology accepted,” I say and smile at them both. He will learn too.

Mom helps Joseph back onto her lap so they can watch me. I drift into the centre of the tub and submerge to my chin. While Mom rubs her now exposed vagina against my step-brother's leg I unfasten my top, slide it off my arms and throw it towards the laundry pile.

Then, like a mythical red-haired goddess of the lake, I rise up, water streaming off the developing curves of my young body. I put on my own show for them, raising my arms and languorously stretching my lithe, slender figure, slowly undulating as I gaze across at Joseph. Lowering my arms, I cup my fingers around my firm little breasts, then slide my hands down across my flat, taut belly, and brush them down to my own bikini bottoms. I undo the side knot and they come free. I let them float to the surface then throw them at my beguiled step-brother. They land on his head and he makes no effort to remove them. With a chuckle my mother plucks them from his face and places them behind her. Joseph simply stares at my naked boobs, shimmering beneath the water. I let my hands trace down my narrowing sides to the flare of my hips, then inwards, towards my own exposed vagina. I let my fingers stroke through my glittering, damp muff of ginger curls above my crotch, then down my smooth, slender thighs. My fingertips touch either side of my puffy-lipped, hairless cleft. Smiling, I gently caress my smooth outer labia as I survey my family members looking up at me in appreciation.

Mother and step-brother both watch me with rapt attention, entranced perhaps by a heavenly vision of budding womanhood. My lithe, young body writhes in the water and I feel my excitement grow as I caress my puffy outer pussy-lips, knowing that their eyes are upon me. I slowly spread my feet apart and press down on my outer labia, pulling them back and opening up my juicy, pink vagina. A thrill of excitement shoots through my loins as I feel their eyes focus on the most intimate portion of my anatomy.

My hips squirm as I hold my labia wide open. The moist, pink folds of my inner labia, the darker pit of my vaginal opening, the drooping shroud of my clitoral hood. I touch the tips of my forefingers to either side of that soft, fleshy shroud and push down on it. Moaning softly, I hear little gasps from my captive audience when they see the bright pink nub of my tiny clitoris emerge from the center of its darker hood, sparkling in the low level hot tub lighting.

"Ooooooh… ooooooh… ooooooh..." I moan, grinding my ass and feeling delightful sensations radiate through my loins as I gently massage my erect clitoris between my two fingertips. Despite the water it is slick with my oily sweet vaginal juices.

I close my eyes and roll my head back on my shoulders as I slowly thrust my hips forward and spread my knees wide apart, fully opening up my crotch for Joseph to leer at as I continue to caress my now prominently protruding clitoris.

After a few moments, Mom straightens up, smiling. "I think my Babygirl is all grown up!" 

I breathe heavily, releasing the pressure of my fingers and allowing the outer lips of my vulva to close over my glistening, pink, inner folds. Gazing across at the illicit lovers, I continue to idly slide a fingertip up and down along the crevice between my, now closed, outer cunt-lips. After a moment, I float back towards them and take up position once again to the right of my mother. Mom looks at me, then to Joseph and then down to his boxers. The tip of his penis now protrudes through the top of his elasticated waistline. 

“Well played, little one,” she commended me, “Joseph, show your sister your appreciation with a kiss.”

"I think this will feel even better!" Joseph said, and moved his mouth down to my breast, kissing the skin around my areola before taking one of my hard pointy nipples between his warm lips and wetly sucking on it, then alternating with teasing licks of his tongue. He looked thrilled to hear me moaning in pleasure.

After a while, Mom pulls me towards her and gently plants a kiss on my lips while my step-brother sucks at my teat. I am sexually charged, and so is she, and when my Mom opens her mouth, our tongues eagerly meet, circling one another. When our mouths part, Joseph increases his assault on my tits. I pant as my breasts are caressed and squeezed, and my nipples are rubbed and playfully pulled, carefully and very gently so it feels so good without a hint of pain. When he sits up he has the broadest grin on his face and my Mom moves her mouth to kiss him. Joseph accepts the kiss open mouthed and soon their soft lips, warm mouths, and wet tongues are dueling together. As they snog his eyes dart between us, looking for differences. Our hair, eyes and freckles are a shared family trait. My breasts are smaller, Mom’s curves are more exaggerated, my waist is narrower, her bust and ass are bigger. Joseph focuses on our pussies, our pussy lips and slits hairless and identical but where I have a thick almost orange pubic bush on my mons pubis, my Mom keeps hers trimmed neatly into a triangle. 

“I need you to touch me, Joseph,” my Mom demands.

Submissively, Joseph disengages immediately, licks his fingers and reaches back down between my mother's legs to caress her pussy. He looks into her eyes and Mom smiles in encouragement, then he pushes his fingers between her plump labia majora and feels the wet gash hidden beneath them. Mom immediately kisses him once more and as they make out, Mom moaning at the sensations of an illicit lover touching her pussy for the first time, Joseph gently fingers her wet vagina. 

Having always thought clitoral stimulation felt better myself, I instead focus on rubbing my sensitive clit and watch the sordid scene unfolding before me. Joseph reaches down with his free hand and grips his penis as it pokes through his boxers. 

“No!” I hear myself shout, “You’re not to touch yourself…”

Still kissing him, my Mom’s eyes widen as they connect with mine. I can tell she is impressed with me. I am learning. Joseph pulls free from their passionate kiss and looks at me with longing in his eyes. He needs release but he has been denied. He pants but then smiles, accepting my power over him. He kisses my Mom again, sensually and appreciatively, enjoying having his lips on my Mom's softly moaning mouth as his fingers mirror mine, rubbing the redhead's sensitive clit. Mom reaches to caress my breast with one hand while massaging her own nipple with her other hand. The pleasure of stimulating her nipple combined with the greater tingles of pleasure from her clit, and the feeling of Joseph's finger in her pussy with his lips on her mouth, begins to take its toll. 

I quirk an eyebrow at her and Mom looks embarrassed at how horny she is for her step-son. I see him slide his fingers over her bare clit a few times and she has to bite down on her lip to stifle a moan. He slides two fingers into her. No resistance, she is way too wet for that, but I see the muscles of her pussy tense around his fingers, throbbing and twitching with need for release. He curves them perfectly, seeming to know exactly where to press. He is learning too. His fingers move so slowly with leisurely strokes that have her building up torturously steady. He moves them in and out, sometimes removing them to rub across her clit and Mom twitches and pants into my step-brother’s mouth. She is getting dangerously close and I know I should probably stop him… but she deserves this orgasm. Her reward for her matriarchal love and devotion to her family. Mom splashes her hand down between them to grab his wrist, but his fingers curl to her G-spot again and Mom feels the pressure in her stomach building. He glances up at her, heavy lidded and anticipating. 

“Shall I make him stop?” I ask her.

Mom shakes her head, she can’t use words. His fingers move once, twice, three times, until the pressure overflows, and bursts. Her legs shake hard as she doubles over, her forehead burying into his neck to conceal her face while her orgasm tears through her. I watch her shivering in pleasure. He doesn't stop, her shaking intensifies, but he keeps stroking until she can't handle the sensations, her skin reddens and her body quivers so hard she creates a mini tsunami. She digs her nails into Joseph’s wrist and finally he stops, slowly pulling his fingers from her throbbing entrance. Mom breathes heavily, trying to come down from the climax. The reality set in, she has cum for her step-son. Joseph, never having made my mother cum in front of me before, looks thrilled at the experience, excited to feel her orgasming beneath his fingers. Mom doesn't move from her position for a while until she has her breathing under control. When she lifts her head, Joseph stares at her with the same shocked expression as when he saw me naked for the first time.

Mom opens her arms and we fall into her embrace once more. Her feloniously hard nipples jut out like a pair of lovely crown jewels that sit atop a huge heaping twin piles of stately splendor that are her boobs. His eyes, staring in wide-eyed wonder, are completely captivated by the sight. I know my Mom understands this and it only turns her on all the more. She fully understands his innate shyness, and subservience which is exactly what she wants. She reaches out and grasps his hands and leads them back to her chest.

My Mom is at a critical stage in this little drama. He is a young man looking to lose his virginity, and he has already indicated that he is more than willing to commit to an act of incestuous procreation with her. I know she must be careful now as they both stand on the brink of something very special happening between them. I feel jealousy burn behind my blue eyes.

"Joseph," she begins her voice dripping with compassion, "I understand how shy you are and it just makes me want you all the more. But we can't have sex together unless Sophie says we can.”

He immediately turns to me, “Can I–”

“No, Joseph.” I interrupt, “Not now. You can hold onto your virginity a while longer. But I promise you, when I allow it… I'll let you choose who you give it to.”

“Sophie is generous,” my Mom continues, trying to placate his bruised ego, “But you've been a good boy. Go on, you can play with my boobies again before your father gets back with dinner."

She pushes his hands against their fullness, and Joseph is forever lost. He deliberately runs his hands all over them, squeezing them, fondling them, and gently kneading them like two large loaves of bread. He takes a minute to bounce them up and down in his hands, testing their weight and firmness while she sighs quiet encouragement to him. The fact his first sexual experience was with his step-mother only makes the whole thing even more profoundly wrong yet incredibly exciting. Seriously, who experiences sex for the first time with their mothers?

He watches with fascination as her nipples become fully erect as he continually flicks at them lightly with his fingertips before he carefully begins to graze them over and over with his thumbs making them snap to full attention.

She lets out a softhearted moan ahead of giving him a genuine smile, "Oh Joseph, you've still got your pants on and you’re neglecting your sister again," she whispers.

He ignores her. I know he is angry at me for denying him some release and he still feels uncomfortable being naked, even though we both are. He continues to explore every inch of my mother's succulent boobs with his eager hands as she reclines her head back against the edge of the hot tub, closing her eyes while thrusting her chest out to its maximum potential allowing him complete and total access.

Finally, after a long indeterminate amount of time, my Mom senses the time is right to go for the kill. She leisurely raises her head up, opens her eyes, and looks at me seriously.

"Do you want to suck on them again, Sophie?" her voice comes out in a throaty whisper, betraying the intense excitement she is feeling asking such a question to her young daughter. She knows I do, but craves to hear me say so, confirming my complicite corruption and that I am finally on the path to becoming the dominant woman she needs me to be.

It is there, in that tub, half-floating in the warm water, in the dimly lit warmth of the bathtub, that my brother and I fully gave in to our Mom's madness. As children, we hadn't understood it. As teens, we had been frightened by it at times, or just endured it with mild annoyance. But as we latched ourselves to her breasts in the tub, we embraced her eccentricities and converted to her religion. My brother, who had been so shy, suckled fiercely as his hard cock bounced up and down underwater against his Mom's thigh. I looked down to see her hands reach around to his ass, pulling him closer. He let his hand drop from her breast and trail, under water, to my pouting pussy. My eyes flutter as his hand clumsily cups me and lightly caresses my puffy labia.

I give in as well and detach from Mom’s nipple. I begin to grind my young pussy down against my brother's explorative finger. I let my hand rest on Joseph's penis and I finally feel how stiff he is. His dick it strains against his underwear, pulling the material away from his waist, exposing his mousey brown bush. I look at the thick curly line of his dark manly pubes, his father’s looked identical. I feel something primal stir within me and I put my fingers into the elastic hem of his boxers as he lifts his bum from my Mom’s thigh. I can't stop staring, I don't want to. I take hold of the waistband of his underwear, feeling his soft pubic hair against the back of my fingers and I am breathless with excitement. He does not stop me so I pull his boxer shorts down, slowly, looking as his penis was revealed, the base of it, thick, hair growing around it. I pull some more, quicker, and release his hard cock. I almost have an orgasm right then, looking, just looking at his stiff penis springing free, bouncing up from his underwear. The water seems to magnify it making him look huge and it makes me tingle deep in my womb. My step-brother’s cock seems just massive to me; pale, a shocking purple head poking through his foreskin.

I pull his boxers down to his ankles, still staring at his crotch. His cock is so hard, it is sticking up and I wonder if he is of a similar size to my step-father. Now I can see his pubic hair in all its glory, through the shimmering surface, and I feel myself getting wet again. Joseph’s fingers lightly trace up and down my crease as I stare at the outline of his erect penis. It curves from his pubis up and down in a thick and long arc to the tops of his thighs. Mom begins to bounce him on her knee again and I watch his cock bounce upwards, rising and falling, his heavy balls spreading out on her thigh as he releases her teat and they engage in another sloppy kiss.

I am staring at Joseph's exposed penis. It looks almost painfully hard, ready, I know, for it to be inserted into a woman's wet vagina. He is erect and ready for sex. My virgin step-brother is so desperate to become a man, his cock is getting erect and rigid so he can slide it inside my tight pussy… or does he want to lose his virginity in the vagina that gave birth to me? The soft wrinkle of his foreskin being pulled back, just slightly, so I can see his glans, the lips of his meatus, and his scrotum. His scrotum is drawn up tight, the skin there was darker than on his penis, wrinkled, hairy, drawing up his large oval testicles. 

I don't do anything for what feels like ages as Joseph’s finger gently explores between my hot labia. I wonder if he can feel my increased lubrication? Joseph’s hard exposed manhood enthralls me but he is kissing my Mom, who has her hands in his hair, locked in passion. Maybe she doesn’t even know his bare penis is now on display? I want to study it, to memorise, the length of it, the thickness, the colour, it looks so smooth, so thick, the shape of his tip showing from underneath his pale foreskin, the curved line of his engorged glans.

His hand is exploring my genitals so I reach for his. I tentatively place my hand around his cock, and hold it. I watch myself reach over with my slim fingers and curl them around his creamy pink cock. It feels so hard, just completely rigid, and so thick. My hands are quite small, I know, but even so, I could only just get my fingers around the shaft. It is warm, hot and stiff, but the skin is soft, and malleable. I grip it, holding the shaft of his cock firmly and I pull his foreskin back to expose the round smooth shiny tip of his penis. I watch myself pulling his prepuce back, stretching it over his darker, redder bulb. I am transfixed by this final hidden part of him, of my step-brother’s sex organ, this tight oval helmet, and the tiny narrow pursed slit of his exposed opening.

All three of us are now playing together; rubbing, pulling, and letting our fingers explore each other’s naked bodies. The water is becoming choppy again as we slash and make our own foam. Mom moans with pleasure, pulling us closer. My step-brother's hand leaves my rocking vulva and reaches out to my ass. At first I am shocked by the contact, but, again, we are now fully converted to my Mom's ways. Mom finally sees my hand is between them, slowly jerking him off and I increase my pace, giving him unspoken permission to fondle my ass. Joseph is becoming bolder now, holding my ass firmly as I grind my pussy against Mom's thigh. I feel her hand upon mine, around Joseph's aching member, and she takes my place masturbating him. I take the opportunity to slip my freed hand between her thighs, onto her pussy, finding her clit and rubbing it. Her eyes meet mine. They sparkle in appreciation.

Mom keeps working on Joseph's cock, rubbing it against her leg as she strokes him underwater. Lumped together, we pay no heed to the water sloshing out of the tub as we move rhythmically against each other. I feel Joseph's fingers creep into the crevice of my ass, over my asshole, which tingles at his touch, and to my pussy, where my lips are still open to his probing. Mom starts twisting her hand as it moves up and down his beautiful cock. He is moaning that he wants to cum… he is desperate to cum. Mom looks at me and I smile back at her wickedly. She looks proud and I start thrusting my hips against her thigh in time with her strokes. 

I am getting very horny myself. I can feel my pussy preparing itself… my clitoris tingling, demanding attention. When Joseph buries his finger knuckle deep into my ass hole it is all I can do to resist jumping on top of him and ramming his huge prick deep inside me. But that's not the intention of this session, and I am not yet willing to take that step with my own brother. At least not yet! Joseph’s breathing is starting to come much quicker now and he is really bucking hard against my Mom’s hand. I know he doesn't have long to go. 

“Please Helen,” he begs my mother, “Please make me cum?”

He is holding onto his load pretty well! “I can’t make that decision for you Joseph…” she pants and they both look at me. 

“Will you stay with us?” I gasp as my Mom finds a gentle rhythm to keep him from bubbling over.

“Yes,” he squeaks.

“Will you let Mom and I ‘help’ you?” I suggest. He gets my meaning.

“Yes!”

“Do you want to fuck… Helen…?” my Mom looks at me and raises an eyebrow as I use her first name.

“Yes Sophie!”

“Do you love me?”

“I… love… you…” and I can see it in his gorgeous green eyes.

“Then you may cum.”

He moans loudly, closes his eyes, and throws his head back. Mom and I look down at his penis as Mom increases her pace. I begin frotting myself to a frenzy on my Mom’s bucking thigh and I go straight for my mother’s exposed clitoris with my fingers. We all gasp simultaneously. My Mom has an excellent masturbation technique with such sublime wrist action. I must learn from her but I am starting to see stars. We see his shaft harden even more and then watch his testicles rise, the cum loading into his long cock. 

I cry out and Mom shouts "Yes!" Joseph grunts. I bury three fingers into Mom's wide cunt and feel her tighten and shiver around them.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she squeals as I finger fuck her, throwing her head back. I begin to shake uncontrollably as Joseph's finger's continue their urgent probing of my welcoming anus.

Joseph suddenly stiffens and gasps. I look down to see his cock jerking underwater, Mom still holding it firmly, as it shoots the first stream of his cum into the water, it looks like his cum shot is happening in slow motion, as it jets out past my Mom’s left breast and into the tub beside her. A second and then a third ejaculation spurts into the water. His pearlescent seed seemingly wanting to remain as creamy white ropes of jizm. Can you get pregnant in a bathtub full of millions of sperm? Somehow he keeps thrusting his finger in and out of my twitching ass hole.

The harmonious moan that fills the room is unlike anything we have heard before. "Ohhhhhh, fuck!" I cry out, my hands hugging my Mom tightly. 

"Oh god, don't fucking stop!" My Mom insists and I obediently keep fingering her, never changing pace or depth. I contunue to rock my hips, uncontrollably fucking myself against his finger and my Mom’s leg. 

"I'm...I'm gonnna, I'm gonna, oh fuck I'm gggg..." I never get it out, as my orgasm hits me like a freight train, my voice box seizing up as I open my mouth in a silent scream, my hips lifting at least a foot from my mother, my toes curling up, and my sphincter muscles clamping down on Joseph's finger like a vice. Mom continues to heave and pant as I finger her. Her mature body twitches and spasms, and tears formed in her eyes as the emotional impact of it all hit her. I continue to cum as well, almost breaking into sobs, grinding my pussy against her wantonly as Joseph's fingers stay in me, until I collapse against her breasts.

Several more smaller streams of incestuous cum have oozed out of Joseph’s penis and onto his step-mother’s hands. She squeezes the shaft hard and milks out the remaining spunk. By the time she is done, the water between us is filled with a web of his ejaculate. While he still has his eyes closed, I raise a finger to my mouth, and taste a small sample. I love it!

As we begin to come down from the apocalyptic climaxes, Joseph stops probing with his finger, and he eventually pulls it out. He crawls up on the other side of my Mom and kisses her deeply, and she responds by pulling him close. "Nothing has ever felt like that before", she whispers. Her vice like pussy releases of my fingers and the three of us stayed there, just panting, holding each other.

“Thank you…” Joseph blissfully whispers, though to which one of us I don’t know. 

"Ahhh, my loving family by my side," Mom cooed, stroking our hair, kissing our cheeks and lips. "This is what it’s all about." We collapse into my Mom's wet warmth, our moist skins pressing against each other, our breathing heavy. Joseph and I avoid meeting eyes, but we stay there, at peace in our Mom's madness, letting her stroke and whisper, bringing us along with her into her unique little world. 

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Mom and I never had time to shower before Phil returned with the take-away. Surprisingly only forty-five minutes have passed since he left. The men of our family are hungry and we quickly set to making dinner. He has brought us a cornucopia of chinese offerings and when a refreshed and well dressed Joseph appears we sit down to eat.

Things feel different now. We all sense it. We are all now on the same page and it is liberating. Dinner is delicious and lively. My Mom chats away unreservedly about all that Phil had missed during his absence. She goes on and on about what wonderful children Joseph and I are, how we look after her and how we put family first. She doesn’t mention that she is the matriarch. She controls everything. Perhaps he already knows. She recants every graphic and explicit detail of our hot tub session. At one point, my step-father regards me with an odd look, as if searching my face, but then he smiles and thanks us for taking care of his wife. We settle in to watch an old movie (Mom's favorite family pastime), complete with hot cocoa and popcorn. To any outsider, we'd have looked as dull and complacent as any average family.

To a keen observer, however, telltale signs of Mom's eccentricities abounded. First, Mom insists I change into my new pajamas before we watch the movie, and that everyone get likewise comfortable. My step-father resisted, but Mom put her hands on her hips and gave him a look which sent him off to change. Soon, we assemble, Phil and Joseph in simple pajamas, Mom in an immodest pink nightgown that is hardly concealed by one of her diaphanous wraps, and me in my new smooth, silk pajamas. Joseph did his best not to ogle my Mom but it is impossible not to notice her lush breasts and hourglass figure barely contained in her nightgown. It is so thin and tight that it cupped her breasts and the outlines of her nipples are clearly visible. It is obvious she also isn't wearing panties.

Mom flutters about, making sure to give Joseph and me lots of amorous hugs and kisses before she settles into the couch next to her husband. Joseph grabs his favourite chair and I stretch out like a cat on a bed of cushions in front of the fireplace. My Mom can not keep her hands to herself throughout the evening. I peek back regularly to see her caressing and kissing Phil, even slipping her hands into the folds of his pajama top to rub his chest. He laughs and lightly caresses her too, playfully admonishing her to watch the movie. Joseph is watching them intently. Mom would whisper something in his father's ear while rubbing him, then giggle, and he'd cluck, as if he disapproved, but with a smile on his face.

Over the course of the evening, Mom's nightgown rides up her nearly to her waist, revealing almost all of her beautiful, lush thighs. From my vantage, I can see all the way up her legs to her naked pussy. More than once she caught my eye and gives me a wink while she plays with her husband. Even though Mom has always been openly affectionate with him, she seems much more unabashed and giddy than usual. Phil seems a little confused, but he relaxes into her flirtatious mood and lets Mom have her fun. By the time that the movie is over and Mom and my step-father are flushed and are practically panting. They are clearly eager to head to bed.

"Come give us kisses, my darlings, Daddy's tired and I need to tuck him in!" Mom exclaims.

I bend to kiss them goodnight. Mom puts her hands on either side of my face and holds me still for my step-father to see.

"Isn't she lovely, Phil? Such a beautiful young woman!" Mom exclaims. She plants a wet kiss right on my lips.

"Yes, of course she is," Phil said dryly, raising his cheek to accept my kiss. "She looks just like you."

Mom lets her hands flutter down my face, neck, and breasts. Her warm hands press the flawless silk against my skin, giving me a little shiver of pleasure. I want more, but know the desire will be fleeting. Phil doesn't seem to notice as she puts her arms on either side of my hips, then slides them around back to cup my ass. She kisses me again. "Oh, I could kiss your lovely lips all night, Sophie," she said.

Joseph dutifully leaned forward to kiss his father's cheek and bid him goodnight.

"You’re an amazing young man and I am proud to have you in my family,” my Mom adds. Her family. Am I the only one who notices her turn of phrase? “Please give me a hand up from this couch." She wraps her arms around his neck and Joseph hauls her up. As they stand, she smashes her body into his, her breasts nearly spilling from her top. She kisses him right on the lips, still holding tight. "Such a strong, intelligent man!"

"We're very lucky to have such great kids," my step-father says, standing as well.

With that, Mom takes him by the hand and leads him upstairs. Joseph and I exchange another glance and a shrug. Then I kiss his cheek—quite suddenly, as we have never kissed goodnight before—and then run upstairs to my own room. I leave the poor boy there alone in the living room, obviously aroused from his encounter with Mom, confused and horny.

It isn't long before I hear the sounds of love-making emanating from my parents' room. I lie in bed listening for quite some time, letting my fingers glide up and down my pussy lips. I pull down my pajama bottoms before climbing in bed, knowing that my wet pussy is craving some attention before it will let me sleep. After my encounter with Joseph and Mom's tender ministrations, I feel all worked up and need some relief. I relax, gently toying with myself, as I listen to Mom and Phil’s muffled voices; Mom's voice pleading with urgency, while my step-father's is calm and low. Then their panting, moaning, rhythm as the bed sways with their passion. I can't make out their words, but the intent, passion, and intensity are unmistakable.

With one hand pinching my nipple, I attend to my pussy lips and clit. Unsurprisingly I find that I am so wet! I dip my fingers between my labia and smear my juices against my clit, using them to lubricate my gyrating fingers. I listen intently but their overworked bed is now making more noise than they are; skreeek, skreeek, skreeek! I imagine that Phil is fucking her from behind, as I have seen men ride women in porno movies. His experienced cock opening up my Mom, readying her to accept his gift as my biological father had done eighteen years ago. My thoughts drift to Mom and Joseph, kissing for hours, entangled and naked in that very same bed, warm and on the verge of fucking each other in some forbidden incestuous carnal tryst. Those fantasies merge into my memory of our bath together, of Joseph's fingers in my ass, Mom cupping my head and pulling me forward to suck her nipple as I rode her leg. 

I conjur a scene of us in my own bed, leaning against Mom's heavy breasts as she holds me close, while Joseph fucks me from behind, just as I imagine Phil doing to Mom now. My thoughts focus on seeing Joseph’s beautiful cock as he approached his orgasm. My Mom’s hand skillfully pleasuring him as he scrunches up his face and tenses his muscles. She kept a slow but steady pace, strengthening her grip, making each stroke more intense until he came. I etch the scene into my deepest memories as his whole body twitched, and ropes of my brother’s sperm erupted from his shaft. I tingle as I remember the bath water filling with multiple strings of his white fluid as it launched in slow motion from his spasming fuck tool.

I have never been so turned on, as far as I can recall. The wetness between my legs was becoming very uncomfortable. Time seems to slow down but in reality it isn’t long before my little fingers bring me off to my own orgasm. Like Mom down the hall, I make no effort to be quiet. It is so liberating to pant, moan, and call out as I climax by my own hand. Finally, I lie there in the dark, panting, until I doze off, cupping my own wet pussy in my hands.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I awaken to the sounds of my parents' voices. Are they still going at it? Again, I listen for a bit, but this time curiosity overcomes me. I sneek down the hall to find that they have left their bedroom door open. No wonder tonight’s copulation sounded louder than normal. I wonder if they left it open on purpose. I peek in to see Mom, completely nude, astride my step-father. Mom is riding him, undulating back and forth, up and down, letting her ginger hair flow forward and back. Phil grips her tits, her neck, shoves a finger into her mouth. She seems to devour him whole: his cock, his hands, all of his energy. Their sexual intercourse is truly amazing to witness.

The light is dim and bathes them with heavy shadows, but I can see their expressions are full of delight, passion and love. Mom has a sleepy smile on her face as she rides her husband, regarding him through half-closed eyes. Phil's eyes are shut tight, his mouth agape in a continual moan as Mom's nedy cunt works up and down and around his cock.

I must have been so distracted because I don't see Joseph approach. I nearly shriek in shock but he reassures me with a gentle hug as he leans in close to me to spy on our parents' activities. I feel my nipples stiffen instantly at his touch and I am about to admonish him when his green eyes sparkle in the glow emitted from our parents room. The smell of their sex is stimulating my senses and now Joseph is here too… his hand finding my breast through my pyjama top. I gasp and give him an angry look. It doesn't last long, though, when I see that he has already pulled his cock from his pajama bottoms with his other hand. It is erect, his cockhead wetly glistening. He is ogling me, wearing only my pajama top, with my hand cupping my vulva, my bottoms left by my bed. I need to take control. My gaze shifts to his hand sliding up and down his hard dick. 

“Remember when we used to listen to them as children?” I whisper.

“I remember… they’ve always been insatiable!” He replies in hushed tones.

“We used to find it funny… but now… does it turn you on, Joseph?”

“Yes Sophie,” he agrees, obediently.

“Do you want to cum, Joseph?”

“I do. I want to cum with you…”

“Shall we watch and masturbate together?”

“I’d love that…”

“You have permission to jerk yourself off for me, Joseph," I gasp smiling at him. Then I slip a second finger inside myself, wriggle them around and slide them in and out, manipulating myself in a way that makes it obvious to him what I am doing.

“You're in charge, Sophie…” Joseph murmurs as together, we watch the married couple and play with ourselves. I radiate pleasure, not because of all the sex happening around me, but because Joseph acknowledges me and the new dominant role I have in our once sibling relationship. I finger my wet pussy while he pumps up and down on his cock.

I lift my pyjama top so that Joseph can watch me finger myself, and lean against the wall for support. In the bedroom, Mom's cries intensify as she began to urge her husband on, "Yes, yes, that's it Phil, push up harder, fuck me harder, darling!"

Phil then dismounts her from her saddled position with his strong arms. She slides from his cock which slaps wetly against his abdomen then he sits up and throws my Mom on her back on the bed. As he positions himself between her thighs I know I have never seen a more masculine body in my life; his muscles ripple and his cock, jutting out in front of him, bobs with his heartbeat. Joseph's father then places my Mom's legs over his massive shoulders, and places his cock at the entrance to her cunt. Rubbing her pussy with his cock, her juices dripping from both their sex organs, she is a slippery mess. 

We are perfectly positioned to witness their copulation. Watching from the open bedroom door, still pressed against my step-brother, Phil raises Mom's hips up and enters her, his large nut sack hanging between his legs. Joseph and I both pause in our self-pleasuring as his father then plunges as deep as he can into my mother. Mom immediately squeals in ecstasy.

"Fuck me Phil," my Mom says betwern her lovers thrusts. "And fuck me hard… because your son… is ready to become a man… and if you dont satisfy me… I'll take his virginity from him." 

“Not before I do.” I whisper into Joseph's ear and he shivers in pleasure.

Phil continued pounding into my beautiful Mom who gave herself to his animalistic need to breed with his mate. The creaking of the bed is replaced with the wet slapping of their genitalia. His thrusts are powerful, from our vantage point it looks like he is trying to split her in two with his hard dick, his balls slapping rhymically against Mom's ass. She could barely take the entirety of Phil's monstrous cock in her pussy. I feel for her but imagine Joseph's almost identical, gorgeous penis pressing against my cervix, as his veiny shaft stretches my insides beyond anything I have ever felt before. Mom moans, she screams, she grabs his hips to pull him deeper.

As hard as Phil is fucking her, the tiny woman beneath him is fucking him back. With her legs over his broad shoulders, all Joseph and I can see are her dainty feet. She allows him to take her hands, place them behind his neck, grabbing her around the back, and steps away from the bed. He has folded her in half, standing in the middle of the room, he bends down so she is horizontal to the floor, helpless in his grip. He seems like he is in complete control as he lifts her off his cock, and then slam her back down. Over and over, furiously fucking my mother as she screams, her juices covering his cock, his balls, dripping onto the floor as he fucks her like a rag doll. Neither of us can believe his wife can take so much hardcore sex. I look down, and Joseph's similar dick is standing straight up and drooling precum, he is that turned on.

I lose interest in watching our parents, and instead watch Joseph while listening as Mom's cries become more intense and passionate. If only she knew what was going on in the hallway. I'm masturbating in front of my step-brother while he's jerking off for me. Joseph’s left hand explores under my top and messages my right tit in a way that sends even more waves of pleasure through me. I moan at the sensory overload of pure pleasure flowing through my mind and body. I hear him moan as I watch his right hand pump his cock faster while his left hand plays with my breast.

I squeal, mesmerised by the sight of him, so much like his father, his fist a pumping as he desperately tries to make himself cum. I rub and wiggle my fingers in my pussy faster and harder. Yes! This is my fantasy orgasm; I'm going to make myself cum while watching Joseph jerk off for me and pump his pearly white essence all over himself.

Phil places my Mom over the edge of their marital bed and bends her over as he grabs her hourglass waist and begins thrusting. His ass looks divine as he pistons it back and forth, his muscles tensing and relaxing as his balls slap wetly against her thighs. As their incredible sex session continues, Joseph seems to lose any remnant of shyness. He steps forward and presses me against the wall and following my mother's example, I give him this element of control. To ensure he remembers who is in charge here, I kiss him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth, panting loudly, biting and clawing. He clearly loves it.

In the bedroom, Mom continues: "Phil… my pussy is so wet, darling, so wet for you! Oh, Phil, today has been incredible… I need you to give it to me… fuck me with your long, hard cock!"

"Are you sure you don't want my son? Joseph is desperate to get laid?”

“Don't worry, Sophie will take care of him. No one can take your place! No one can fuck me like you can, darling! Yes, yes, just like that. Spank me Phil!” I hear the sounds of skin slapping skin as my step-father obeys. Mom shrieks with pleasure. She is such a delicate creature except in the midst of her madness.

“Oh, Helen…” Phil repeats her name as the slaps reverberate around the room.

“Oh fuck, Phil! Mmmmph yes!” She whines, “I did it… I did it Phil… I made your son cum for me… I’ll do anything for my family…. and milking his young cock was a pleasure. Now punish me!" The perversities seem to bubble up out of her and she growls like an animal. We'd have heard her even if we'd been in our bedrooms, like good little children. Instead, Joseph and I are molesting each other in the hallway, mere feet away.

Joseph releases his penis and roughly pulls my pyjama top over my head and I am finally completely naked before him. Taking charge, I hold him at arms length and stare at him lustfully as he caresses my breasts, pulling and tweaking my nipples urgently. I reach down and grab his dripping cock and pull him closer… feeling it bob dangerously close to my pouting pussy, and I rub it against my belly button, feeling slide against my smooth, hot skin just above my hairy vulva. Inside the bedroom, father fucks Mom faster, their skin slapping together hard and loud, the bed beginning to creak again while Mom's perverse urgings continue.

"Fuck me, Phil! Shove that big, hard cock all the way up my cunt! Cum inside me! Do it! Now, now, now! Fill me with your spunk, darling! Flood my womb with your baby batter!" Mom cries. Phil can now only grunt in response.

Their dirty talk seems to further inspire Joseph as he repositions himself, lining up his baby maker with my slippery gash. As we kiss he drags his virgin manhood across my wet cunt. His head spears against my sopping lips, forcing them open to kiss his warm, swollen cock head. I gasp as his angry looking glans presses against my sensitive clit. Joseph mistakens my surprise as resistance, because he shifts and withdraws his cock away from cunt to rest back up against my belly. Silly boy. For a moment I think about guiding his penis back to my vagina so that he can fuck me right here in the hallway while my Mom and his father fuck mere feet away. But Joseph presses against me harder, so I borrow my mothers wrist action and recommence jacking him with my hand as we kiss with reckless force.

The copulating couple reach a crescendo and Mom's cries let us know she is cumming. That is all Joseph seems to need. His cock pulses in my hand and begins to spurt on my belly as his father fills my mother with his seed. Joseph is shaking in pleasure, blasting his creamy load and there is so much of it! It shoots up between us, spraying onto my breasts and coating bodies as we simulate the motions of sex. Joseph's body jerks and spasms in synchronicity with Mom's orgasmic moans. We pause kissing and listen to Mom come down; it almost sounds as if she is sobbing, but she is showering Joseph’s father with words of love and gratitude. Joseph presses against me with a low moan as his cum drips from my hand, his twitching cock still oozing pearlescent globs of sperm laiden jiz and they join the meandering rivulet of his semen as it flows from my cleavage, down my belly towards my vagina.

We lean against the wall, trying to catch our breath and as my Mom and her husband kiss in the bedroom, we continue our loving kiss in the hall. Joseph's softening penis still pokes into my belly button, smearing his cum against my belly. It feel warm and sticky as it begins to gather in my strawberry blonde pubic hair. I can't wait to taste it.

After several minutes, Phil is ordered to fetch the well fucked married couple some water. Joseph and I share a frightened look, then split apart and dart to our rooms. I manage to land in bed and feign sleep, my torn, wet nightshirt tangled on the floor behind me, as my step-father quietly pads past by my room.

I have not had time to pull the sheet over me, so I lie there naked on my belly, my back and ass exposed in the moonlight. My heart stops as I hear him pause by my door. I imagine him looking in, seeing me naked and exposed. Before I can help myself, I shift  slightly, as if asleep, and push my ass up a bit. it’s fucked up but I’m revealing myself to my step-father! In spite of myself, I cup my own pussy and began to lightly finger myself knowing he cannot see my movement with only the moonlight in the room. Still, the thrill and shame of it captures my breath. I imagine that he can see me clearly as he stands there in the hallway, tall and powerful, still naked and dripping with his cum and my Mom's juices. I shiver as I smear his son’s cum around my clit and sensitive labia, using it to lubricate my little fingers. My pussy is wetter than it has ever been before and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning aloud. Did Phil hear me? He stands there for several seconds, but then I hear him continue on by and let out the breath i was holding. I gave myself a little orgasm and then lie there panting, thinking of all that is happening, aroused and warm, until I finally drop off to sleep.

I am a heavy sleeper after my climax so I don't hear the door open when my step-brother comes into the room and slips into the bed with me. I awaken to his hands rubbing small, soothing circles down my bare back and I smile contently. Rubbing slowly, he moves his hands over my bare ass cheeks kneading gently. I don't let him know I am awake, but I am starting to feel warm and moist again between my legs. I pretend to roll over in my sleep and let my legs fall open slightly. I hear him gasp. Then I feel my brother’s hand move to my breasts and I hiss in pleasure.

“I couldn’t sleep…” he whispers into my ear, “I need to be with you…”

“We’re not having sex, Joseph. Not tonight,” I announce in no uncertain terms.

He sighs happily, “I know. This has already been the best night of my life.” My heart swells with love and pride. He wants to be mine but I know he is attracted to my Mother… “I probably couldn’t cum again anyway!”

I sit up on my bed, completely naked before my step-brother, feeling a little vulnerable. He'd seen my Mom so I know that, long term, I won’t be able to match up to her. This is her house. Her rules. She’s in charge and if she decides to have him… I will just have to let her. But here, right now in my bed, I call the shots.

"Oh fuck," Joseph groans, staring at my chest. "You have such gorgeous tits!"

"Oh thank you!" I reply in hushed tones, relaxing. "Would you like to suck them?"

"May I?" Joseph says, scooting forward on the bed.

I lie back down onto my pillows in invitation and he gently touches one of my nipples with his index finger. It jumps to attention and instantly becomes erect. 

“Mom and I have sensitive nipples… remember that, always start there…” I breathlessly say to him, "I love your fingers on my nipples, they make me feel so good!"

He reaches with his other hand and engages my other nipple, squeezing both of them slightly and pulls them out with his thumbs and index fingers. I lift my chest in response to the rush of pleasure that run through me.

"They like your attention… but now, Joseph... I want you to suck my tits!"

“I’d love to. Thank you, Sophie.” He is so polite! Joseph leans forward and flicked his tongue out to lick a nipple. Another wave of pleasure sparks and tingles through me. He continues to use his fingers to squeeze and twist the nipple of one breast while taking the other into his mouth and sucking on it.

"Oh shit!" I gasp. "My step-brother is sucking my tits… and I'm getting so fucking turned on!"

My breathing gets more rapid as Joseph switches back and forth on my breasts, fondling them, sucking the teats, pulling on my nipples. I am creaming between my thighs. Joseph brakes off and we kiss passionately. I reach down and feel for his dick. When I find it I can tell he is aroused. I caress his length as it forms up for me. Then I break our kiss and sit back up again, glancing down at my glistening vagina.

"I think it's time you met my other set of lips," I whisper huskily as I open my legs.

"Shit!" Joseph said, getting his first close-up view of my cropped bush and pussy.

"My pussy needs you, Joseph. I want you to kiss me down here," I say, pointing to my crotch. "I want you to eat my pussy."

"Yes, Sophie!" Joseph replies obediently, running his fingers through my ginger pubes and lightly brushes against my labia.

I sit back against my puffy pillows and lean back, spreading my legs and pulling Joseph's head towards my now aching pussy. Joseph moves up and starts kissing the sides of my inner thighs. I can see juices from my pussy soaking his cheek and brimming out of my labia. My hips start to move up and down as I feel Joseph's tongue nearing my pussy lips.

"Good boy… Oooh, yeah… Oh Joseph…" I moan between breaths.

The moment he touches the tip of his tongue to my pussy lips my hips jerk up and a jolt of pleasure shoots through me. He uses his fingers to part my lips and runs his tongue along my slit, ending with my clit.

"Oh shit! That’s my clit, Joseph! I... fuck... don't stop!"

I am moving rhythmically now as Joseph puts his mouth and tongue on my clit, softly flicking his tongue and sucking my engorged love button. Damn, that feels so good. My brother’s fingers begin working their way up my inner thighs, causing mischief wherever they touch. I move my legs further apart so he can have better access to my hot, needy pussy. I am aching for him to touch with his bare fingers. I want to feel his fingers in my aching vagina, while his tongue works my throbbing clit. 

I don’t need to tell him. He knows what to do. He pushes my pussy lips apart and begins to tongue fuck my hole. His fingertips find my swollen clit, teasing it with little flicks. I stifle a moan when I feel his finger enter my pussy. He pushes it in and out of me making me even wetter than before then, sensing I am ready, he positions himself at the end of my bed and brings his whole open mouth up to my aching snatch. 

He begins to lap slowly at the folds of my pussy and spreads my lips, lapping at my exposed swollen clit. I am moving my hips and pushing my pussy against his questing tongue to give him deeper, more intimate access. He changes up a gear slipping two fingers inside of me and pushes them in and out while he sucks madly on my clit. I certainly won’t stop him. Why should I? He is obviously loving having a mouthful of my big swollen orchid, sucking like an experienced pussy eater. Oh no, I won’t be giving up Joseph to my Mom without a fight. 

Such hot, sexy sounds arise from his throat while he pushes his face so hard between my legs, my head is now firmly against the headboard… and threatens to push it through the wall! With all my strength, I push myself away from the headboard, pushing my pussy at my brother's face as his tongue rapidly workes my clit…

…and I go over the edge. I cum so fucking hard… an orgasm I feel in my head with my ears throbbing, all the way into my toes! Joseph is still licking. My sweet nectar flowing heavily into his mouth… he is holding me down, hungrily sucking my cum… I can hear him eagerly swallowing… whimpering… wanting all my cum so badly...

When my orgasm ends, I start to scooch away, intending to take my illicit lover into my arms and hold him. But Joseph does not stop, still with my puffy pussy lips covering his mouth, he is having none of that… He groans into my pussy in protest, sending deep vibrations into my womb, and grabs my body and started growling deep in his throat… he eats my pussy like a fucking animal… devouring me… I hold onto my mattress and give myself to him, surrendering my pussy to my step-brother completely… his growls turn into low-pitched moaning and purring while she claims me as his possession. Little does he know that it is he who belongs to me.

I cum again… MUCH harder… I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming so I won’t wake up our parents. I am squirting and I can feel my forbidden lover trying to gulp down all my cum filling his mouth. He makes me cum so fucking much, I can feel my slippery mess in my bush, all over his cheeks and my inner thighs as it overflowed his mouth.

Then it is over. 

I am quivering in ecstasy, naked and glistening in sweat on my bed. Joseph is still breathing heavily between my open legs and I place them upon his shoulders. He moves his mouth to my inner thighs, making sexy-happy sounds while licking my cum from my skin close to my pussy. Breathlessly, I come down from my high. My brother kisses his way back up to my chest. He stops, making me whimper in anticipation. Slowly, little a baby, he positions himself to suckle and I support his head lovingly as I present my right breast to him. He captured my sensitive nipple in his mouth and paused once again. Finally, my brother sucks my nipples into his hungry mouth. 

All men are just boys, I think, as he suckles. I draw my fingers through his mousey hair and look down at his penis, strings of his precum are oozing out onto my bed. I sigh in satisfaction and he looks up to me with his amazing green eyes.

“The answer is yes,” Joseph simply states.

I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“I will go out on a date with you. I want to date you, Sophie.”

“But… we're related…” the tables have turned.

“Do I make you feel uncomfortable?” He chuckles and I remember when we first got together in his bedroom.

“Oh, Joseph…You made me feel… very lucky to have such a hot… boyfriend.”

“You know that makes you my girlfriend?”

“I guess it does.”

I gently roll onto my back and open my eyes to the darkness. With the moonlight from my window, I can make out the silhouette of Joseph's head and shoulders as he leans his head over toward my face. I can smell the musky scent of my sex before I feel the soft touch of his lips as they rest on mine, a gentle kiss followed by slightly more pressure as his tongue ever so slowly separates my lips and enters my mouth. I do not have the willpower or desire to resist him, so I return his kiss, our kiss, and place my hands around him. We kiss and hug while our hearts slow and beat in rhythm. 

“Can we sleep together, Sophie?”

“Yes Joseph,” I agree, contently.

Joseph slowly crawls into my bed, slipping under the covers and placing his naked body against mine while I wrap my arms around him. My hands move from his shoulders down his back to his buttocks which I then caress as I feel him relax his muscles under his soft skin. I kiss him, lovingly. After all, we are going to be lovers. My pussy feels like it's on fire. Maybe Mom does know what she is doing after all. Bringing our family together is doing us all the world of good. A woman must do all she can for family.

I whisper to him, "Does this feel as good for you as it does for me?"

But he is already asleep. I know that I have fallen in love with him and there will be some trying times ahead of us, but right now, he is in my life and in my bed. And I am going to love every second we will spend together.

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To be continued in “Get Sophie 2”…

Welcome home daddy! ❤️ A very long Saturday shift for me. I am trying to do as much overtime as I can between now and the summer because once the baby is born he is gonna need a lotta attention and I can't place that burden on my sister and parents so I'll be working much shorter hours for the first few months.

Bottom Boy: Exercising as usual.

StepDaddy: Do you workout those pecs? You know how much I love to suckle them, especially ever since your Mom passed away. God you look so much like your Mother. Especially your eyes, I miss her, I miss her so much, I miss her eyes, I miss her hair, I miss her boobs, which is why you need to train your pecs, so that it looks like a boobs and I can suck it. It’s the least you can do for being a jobless, brainless, meathead bum of a son.

Bottom Boy: Ugh Yes Dad!!!

StepDaddy: Show it to me! Proof it!

Bottom Boy:

There Dad! You happy now?

StepDaddy: Good and don’t forget to buy extra butter, salt and virgin olive oil when you get home. You know how much I like those pecs extra buttery.

Bottom Boy: Okay Dad, just but don’t be to rough to me tonight okay. You sometimes can be so overpowering.

StepDaddy: I can talk to you anyway I like as long as you still living under my roof and eating my food! The exchange is this if you live in my house, your body is mine got it? Stop acting like you don’t enjoy it, I hear how you moan when I get a little beasty on your pecs.

Bottom Boy: Ugh yes Dad!

By Flora Philips

Sarah smoothed down the hem of her plaid mini-skirt, the white fabric of her tied-up blouse pressing snugly against her chest. She took the final step down from the staircase into the living room, and her pace faltered. Waiting by the door were two figures in identical red and blue spandex Spider-Man costumes, their forms almost perfectly mirrored in the dim light.

One was slightly taller and broader, his muscular frame filling out the suit with a youthful power. The other was a couple of inches shorter, with the lean, wiry build of a dedicated swimmer. It was this height difference that allowed Sarah to immediately identify Bill, her husband. She glanced at the taller figure, her stepson Billy, a flicker of amusement passing through her.

A wicked impulse struck her. She sauntered directly up to the taller, more imposing figure, fully intending to tease her husband for letting his son upstage him. "Well, well, dear," she purred, stepping close and letting her hand drift down his back to firmly cup his firm, muscular ass. "I see you decided to wear the padded version this year. Very impressive." She gave his taut muscle a playful squeeze.

The man under her hand tensed instantly, his posture stiffening in surprise. From her other side, a familiar, deeper voice chuckled. "That's not me, Sarah." The shorter figure stepped forward, his swimmer's build unmistakable. "That's my boy."

A laugh escaped Sarah's lips as she turned to face her actual husband, Bill. She glanced back at Billy, whose posture had become ramrod straight, his weight shifting awkwardly. In the low light, she couldn't help but notice the distinct, prominent bulge that had formed at the front of her stepson's tights, a reaction far more immediate and impressive than the one her husband was currently sporting. She filed that information away with a private, triumphant smile.

Hours later at the party, a familiar irritation simmered beneath her skin. Bill was in his element, the charming center of a rotating group of women in various costumes. Sarah watched him lean in close to a Catwoman, his hand brushing her ass as he made her laugh. Usually, she enjoyed watching him command a group of women; it was a testament to his desirability, which in turn made him more desirable to her. But tonight, it felt like a deliberate snub. He hadn't so much as glanced her way in over an hour.

Her eyes scanned the room, landing on the familiar red and blue suit. Billy was by the snack table, and then he turned, disappearing into the hallway that led to the kitchen. An idea, sharp and wicked, pierced through her annoyance. She followed, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor until she saw him reach for the pantry door.

As he opened it, she was behind him, using her momentum to push him inside. The small space went dark as the door clicked shut behind them. Billy stumbled forward against the shelves, turning in the cramped darkness.

"Jesus! What the hell?" his voice was a low whisper, muffled by the mask.

Sarah didn't answer. She simply dropped to her knees on the cool linoleum floor, her hands finding the waistband of his suit. She yanked it down just enough to free him. His cock, already hard from her unexpected advance, sprang into her hands. It was thick, hot, and undeniably larger than her husband's. She wasted no time, taking him into her mouth and swallowing him deep, her tongue swirling around the head. He tasted of clean, youthful skin and raw arousal.

Billy let out a choked gasp, his body rigid with shock. He braced a hand against the pantry shelf, the other flying to her hair, his gloved fingers tangling in the strands. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice strained as she began to move, taking him with a practiced rhythm that was both familiar and entirely new to him. His mind raced, conflicted because this was his stepmother, but overwhelmed by the intense pleasure she was so expertly delivering. She moaned around his length, the vibrations making his hips jerk.

She pulled back with a wet sound, her pulse hammering in her ears. Without a word, she rose to her feet and turned, pressing her hands against the shelves. With one hand, she flipped up the back of her pleated skirt, exposing her bare ass. She looked over her shoulder with a smile, "Take me, Bill," she commanded, her voice a husky whisper.

It was all the encouragement he needed. Billy gripped her hips, his muscular thighs pressing against the backs of hers, and slammed into her with a force that stole her breath. The sheer size of him, the youthful energy behind his thrusts, sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through her body. He wasn't holding back, each powerful stroke hitting deeper than his father ever could. His gloved hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back to meet his frantic rhythm, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the small, dark space.

He drove into her relentlessly, a raw, primal energy that made her toes curl in her heels. She felt his muscles straining against her, a testament to a younger, more vigorous body. She could feel his own climax building, his thrusts becoming erratic. He threw his head back and with a sharp guttural sound released a flood inside her

Suddenly, she pulled away from him, leaving him panting and confused in the darkness. She turned, her hands finding the bottom edge of his mask. She flipped it up, exposing his mouth and chin. Before he could speak, she crushed her lips to his in a deep, demanding kiss, tasting herself and him in a heady mix. His lips were softer than she'd imagined.

When she finally broke the kiss, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "Hope we can do this again sometime, Billy."

Bradley posted this on his IG story. :D Just read the comments under the original tweet. There was a couple of "I forgot they were family" comments. That could never be me, haha. I was smiling like a fool and might have said "aww" when I first saw them side by side Ryan's hand on Bradley's shoulder. Also started thinking how Bradley and Ryan smile a lot and they both have this "brighter than the sun" smile. :D (Chris stuck with two smilers, lol! But you know... since smile is contagious, maybe they got Chris smiling more. ;D)