Doctor's Incestuous Family Collection 2

by Reed James

  My hand stroked faster.

  James groaned, shifting on the chair. My heart raced, glancing at him as I leaned on my arm, my blue eyes widening in warning. He couldn't give this away. It was such a risk, but I was so angry, and so horny, I just didn't care. I had to do this. I had to be naughty under Mom's prying nose.

  Dried-up old prune! Just because she didn't want to fuck any longer, didn't mean she had to be so nasty to me. No wonder Dad left her. I bet Tiffany puts out regularly. I mean, they have two kids already.

  My cheeks warmed. I wanted more kids from James. I knew it was so wrong, but that just made my pussy wetter and wetter. I wanted the warm, throbbing dick in my hand breeding me over and over. My clit ached. I pressed my thighs tight, stroking his cock as mom flipped the pancakes.

  “Damn,” James groaned low.

  “What was that, honey?” Mom asked, flashing my brother a big smile.

  “Just...thinking about all the work today,” he said. “Busy day.”

  “Very,” Mom said, her hips wiggling in her robes.

  James looked at her, hunger in his blue eyes. He better not be fantasizing about Mom while I was jerking him off! I squeezed his dick harder. He groaned, glancing at me. He needed to pay attention to me. I was the mother of his child. I was his lover.

  Not dumb Mom. She would never jerk his cock off under the table or drink his cum or even let him fuck her ass.

  I would! Me!

  My hand flew on his cock. My muscles burned. I ignored them. James tried to take a bite of his pancake. He groaned and leaned back into his chair. His chest rose beneath his t-shirt, outlining his sexy muscles.

  And then his dick throbbed. I felt the cum pulse out of his dick and splatter the bottom of the table. I grinned, jerking his dick, savoring every blast. My pussy clenched with each one. He groaned, the last several blasts weak dribbles, the cum running over my hand. I loved it.

  “Better?” I asked him.

  “Yeah,” he nodded. “Thanks.”

  Mom glanced at us. “What are you two whispering about?”

  “Nothing,” I said, pulling my hand away from his crotch.

  As Mom dished up my pancakes, I lifted my hand to my lips. I quickly licked at the white line dribbling down the back of my hand. I savored the salty cum, shivering in delight. James groaned, his hands putting his cock away as Mom walked up.

  “Right, nothing,” Mom said, then she glanced at James. “Are you annoying your brother again?”

  “I don't annoy him,” I huffed as she set my plate before me. She almost tossed it, the pancakes sliding across the white ceramic.

  “Sure,” Mom said, sitting across from us, her protein shake before her. Why did the old cow care about looking thin? She had those huge, saggy tits anyways. Not firm titties like mine.

  I sat up straight, my breasts thrusting before me as I cut my pancakes with the side of my fork. James's eyes flickered at my tits.

  “Ready to tell me who the father of your child is?” Mom said.

  “I don't know who it is,” I said slowly, carefully, making sure she could understand.

  “Right,” Mom sneered. “Is he married? Are you a little homewrecker like that slut who married your father?”

  “I doubt a college student is married. And I don't know who he is.”

  “Just like you don't know who put that cum on your panties.” Her eyes flicked to me. “Unless you want to accuse your brother of something.”

  “Leave James out of this!” I hissed. “He's done nothing wrong. He has nothing to do with my baby.”

  “Jenny,” James objected, and guilt shot through me.

  “It is a teacher. A married teacher.” Mom shook her head. “I can't believe it, Jenny. How did you do it? Were you dressing like that? Flashing those perky tits at him like a complete—”

  “Mom!” James shouted, his fist slamming on the table.

  Mom and I both jumped in shock, plates rattling.

  “We're a family,” he growled. “So act like it. Stop calling her names. She's pregnant. It's not the end of the fucking world. People have sex.”

  “But...” Mom swallowed. She took a deep breath. “I'm sorry, Jenny.”

  I blinked in shock. It made my pussy so hot seeing James stand up for me. I smiled and dug into my pancakes. They tasted so good this morning. Mom may be a bitch, but I had my big brother on my side.

  My pussy was so juicy. I bet there was a wet spot forming on my shorts. I didn't just forget to put on a bra this morning.

  * * *

  James Wilson

  “No, that's not how you do it,” Mom hissed. “Come on, Jenny.”

  “I know how to do it, Mom,” Jenny hissed back, the pair glaring at each other from opposite ends of the flower garden as they weeded. “See. I'm doing it just fine.”

  I groaned. All morning, they had been snapping at each other. It was so damned annoying. I was glad I had to mow the lawn now. At least the sound of the engine chugging away would drown out their bickering.

  Why did I make those stupid promises? Why did I feel like I had to keep them?

  Because they looked at me with those pleading eyes. Because I loved them and didn't want to break my word to them. Because they were both so hot and sexy and I wanted to cum again in their holes.

  I was so hard.

  Not only were they fighting with each other, but they were also flirting with me. They kept giving me smoky looks and whispering naughty things whenever I came by. Mom wasn't wearing panties, and she proved it by yanking up her skirt real quick and letting me see her brown bush covering her pussy, her juices glistening on the curls. And Jenny... Those shorts she wore were so small, so tight, the crotch molding to her pussy, giving her the greatest cameltoe of all times. She would kneel, wiggling her ass at me as she worked, her pussy lips perfectly outlined, a dark spot in the center of her crotch. She would suck on her fingers, too, her tongue swirling around them. Mom would stretch, her breasts thrusting against the tight tank top she wore, her nipples so hard. And that skirt she wore... It was a tennis skirt, so short, riding up her thigh as she worked, her hips wiggling, the skirt swaying, hinting at the possibility they could ride up farther and flash her pussy at me.

  It was torture.

  I was so damned hard.

  I yanked on the lawnmower's starter twice before it coughed to life. The roar drowned out their current bickering. I sighed in relief, pushing it forward. It mowed through the grass of our large backyard as I walked forward, passing the house as I mowed the first leg. I reached the fence, turned to face the direction of my mother and sister.

  Groaned.

  The narrow crotch of my sister's shorts had somehow pushed to the side. Her brown-furred muff peeked out as she worked, her body positioned to aim her exposed pussy right at me. I froze, my dick throbbing as I licked my lips. It was such an invitation. I just wanted to go over there and fuck her. To pound that sweet, pregnant cunt right here, right now.

  To let Mom see how sexy my little sister was. How there was no need to call her a slut.

  Especially since Mom's skirt had ridden up even higher as she bent over, her face almost pressed into the flowerbed's dark soil as she worked. I swallowed, her hips swaying, the skirt sliding back and forth. Her brown pubic hair peeked out at me, too, as her movement caused her skirt to rise higher and higher.

  My hand slipped off the safety lever, the lawnmower dying.

  I wanted them both. I had to have them both. But they were so jealous of each other. They both wanted me all to themselves. Would it just make things worse if everything came out? Not all women were like Clint's family, willing to share him with others. Most women, in fact, weren't like that. He had hit the jackpot.

  I had only come close.

  Mom turned her head, a huge grin on her face. “Is something wrong, honey? You're just standing there.”

  “I...”

  “Yes, big brother,” Jenny asked, giving me such a mischievous grin. “Something wrong? See
something distracting?”

  Mom glanced at Jenny, sitting up so her skirt fell down her body and covered her. “Yes. Is someone teasing you!”

  Jenny just laughed as she straightened up, wiggling her hips to let her shorts cover her properly. “Right, because I'm such a slut I want my big brother to fuck me. That's so gross, Mom.”

  “Good,” Mom said, nodding in satisfaction. “It is gross for you to flirt with your brother, Jenny.”

  I yanked on the starter. The lawnmower roared to life, drowning out their argument. I pushed forward, trying to ignore the throbbing in my shorts. A moment later, Jenny hopped to her feet and stalked off into the house while Mom just went back to weeding.

  I had no idea what they said to each other, but it made me mad. I wanted to seize them both and shake them so hard. Then fuck them both. Then watch them fuck each other. They could sixty-nine, licking my cum out of each other's pussies.

  My dick was lead in my pants.

  I reached the flowerbed and turned the lawnmower, heading away from Mom. My face was on fire. I kept pushing the lawnmower forward, my heart racing. I reached the fence, turned, groaned again.

  Mom's skirt had ridden up and her fingers rubbed at her pussy as she gave me such a sultry wink.

  And then my sister banged out of the house, holding a drink in her hand. Mom straightened, her skirt falling down to hide her naughty activity. Jenny gave me a smile as she sauntered across the lawn, her nipples so hard as she casually walked in front of the lawnmower and went back to work.

  The wet spot on her shorts looked even larger.

  My heart raced in my chest as I turned the lawnmower, mowing away from them. I went three paces when it died again.

  I frowned, grabbing the starter and yanking. It sputtered and died.

  “Something wrong?” Jenny asked.

  “Out of gas,” I said. “I forgot to check it.”

  “Distracted?” Mom asked, shaking her head.

  “Guess so,” I said. “I'll go fill it up.”

  I pushed the lawnmower down the side of the house to the front yard and the open garage. Our house had a weird layout. The garage didn't face the street, our driveway curving 90 degrees to turn into it, and instead faced the large row of tree-like hedges that formed the border of our property.

  No one could see me through the open door.

  “Fuck,” I panted, pulling out my cock. They both had me so hard. I had to jackoff. It would be so much better if one of them was here to fuck, but I just needed relief. I leaned against the wall, reached into my jogging shorts and boxers, grabbed my cock, and yanked it out. I stroked my throbbing shaft, groaning.

  “Need some help with that?” the purring voice of my little sister asked.

  The precocious eighteen-year-old sauntered into the garage, her hips swaying, tits bouncing. She had her hands behind her back and a huge grin on her lips. Her blue eyes sparkled as she sauntered towards me.

  “Yes,” I snarled.

  I seized her, pinning her against the wall beneath the dirty window that looked out on the side of the house. I kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. My hands went to the waistband of her shorts, fumbling at the snaps.

  Her tongue dueled with mine as I thrust down her shorts. I grabbed her naked ass, squeezing those lush cheeks as my dick rubbed against her warm stomach. She moaned into the kiss, one hand sliding beneath my t-shirt, the other grabbing my cock, stroking it in her hand.

  I moaned as she brought me to her dripping pussy, rubbing me against her folds. She broke the kiss, groaning, “I've needed this for sooooo long.”

  “Yes,” I groaned as I thrust, sinking into her pussy, my hands gripping her ass. “I don't care that Mom's outside.”

  “Me either,” she gasped, her pussy clenching down on my dick. “I almost want her to catch us. To see who I'm a slut for.”

  “We should tell her,” I panted, sliding through her hot, tight tunnel. She was so silky. Her pregnant pussy amazing.”

  “No!” she hissed, both her hands clawing at my back beneath my shirt, her hips undulating. “I don't ever want to stop fucking you. She'll ruin it.”

  “She might not,” I panted, pumping away, savoring the hot silk of her pussy.

  “That prudish bitch wouldn't understand!”

  “She's not a bitch,” I growled, thrusting harder, my balls smacking into my little sister.

  “Oh, yes, that's how you fuck your little sister,” she groaned, ignoring my words. “Just ram it into me.”

  “Yes!” I growled.

  I pounded her hard, the pleasure building in my balls as I reamed into her pussy. I squeezed her ass, groaning and grunting, savoring every inch of her tight sheath. She was so hot. So tight. She clenched down on my dick with that delicious pussy.

  I loved being in my little sister as much as I loved being in my mother. I loved this cunt on my dick. The friction spilled pleasure through me. She moaned, not loud, but enough to let me know she loved it. Her fingernails bit into my back as she worked her hips.

  “That's it,” I growled. “Take my cock. Mmm, you just love it! You just love your big brother's cock fucking your pregnant cunt!”

  “Shush!” she groaned. “Not so loud. Mom will hear.”

  I slammed into her harder. “Doesn't that just make it hotter?” I asked. “The danger?”

  Her pussy clenched on my dick. “Oh, my god.”

  I shivered, moaning louder, hoping mom would hear us. I pounded my sister hard against the wall. She moaned and gasped, undulating against me. I growled, glancing at the window. Would the sounds carry to Mom in the backyard?

  “Take my cock!” I growled, almost shouting, being as loud as I could. “Take it! I love fucking your pussy!”

  “You're going to get us caught, James,” she whimpered, humping back into me. “Oh, god, this is so risky!”

  “So risky!” I agreed. “And you love it.”

  * * *

  Jenny Wilson

  “I do,” I moaned, my head rubbing on the window as that wonderful cock pressed on me. My head craned, twisting. I peered out the window, my eyes widening.

  I could just see Mom working on the flowers at the side of the house.

  I twisted more, my hips undulating. It hurt my neck to crane like this. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to stare at her, to gloat as James fucked me. I wanted to be the slut she accused me of being for my big brother. I loved him. I loved his hands on my ass, his cock reaming my pregnant pussy, the incestuous thrill of our forbidden affair.

  “Wait,” I moaned, pushing on his chest.

  “What?” he groaned.

  “Fuck me from behind,” she purred. “In the ass.” Like a slut.

  “Yes,” he growled, ripping out of my pussy.

  I groaned as James spun me around. He was so strong. My feet shuffled, my shorts around my ankles. He pressed me against the window, my cheek lying flush. I stared at Mom working, oblivious to how naughty her children were.

  And then James's cock, wet with my cunt juice, pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I shuddered in delight as his wet tip rubbed up and down my crack, searching for my sphincter. I groaned when he found it, his dick pressing at my asshole.

  “Yes,” I groaned, the glass so cool on my cheek as he slid into me.

  “Jenny,” he moaned, so loud, not caring that Mom might catch us. He was so bold. So strong. I loved it.

  His cock sank into my bowels. I had taken him over a dozen times back there. I wasn't as tight as the first time, but it meant he could slide in faster and pound my asshole so hard. I loved it. His cock reached deep into my bowels, my pussy clenching as pleasure rippled out of me. The friction's heat radiating to my cunt.

  Juices dribbled down my thighs as he pulled back and thrust again. The window rattled as my body shook. I groaned again, staring at Mom while I was being such a slut. A hussy. A wanton whore fucking her big brother.

  “You love it up the ass,” James groaned as his crotch smacke
d into my ass hard, his dick burying so deep into my bowels. “You love your big brother fucking your asshole.”

  “I love it so much, James,” I groaned, clenching my bowels on his cock as he drew back. “Pound me.”

  “Yes,” he growled as he thrust harder.

  His balls smacked into my taint as he pounded my asshole. His hands slid beneath my tight t-shirt, a top I hadn't worn in three or four years. It was so small. I loved how it felt on me, molding to my braless tits. I was practically naked. James loved it.

  His hands groped my breasts as he reamed my asshole. He pumped faster and faster, the heat building, swelling in the depths of my pussy. I loved it. I bucked back into him as he reamed his dick harder and deeper into me. He buried his cock into my depths. He stirred me up, making me quake and quiver in delight.

  “Just fuck my ass, big brother,” I groaned, loving calling him that. My pussy clenched as my body trembled.

  “Fuck it so hard,” he groaned, so loud.

  But Mom didn't hear him. She kept working in that short skirt. She called me a slut! Look at how that hussy was dressed today. I bet she hated all the attention James paid me now. He wasn't her darling son any longer.

  He was my lover!

  His strokes were so hard, slamming into the depths of my bowels. His balls thwacked over and over as the pleasure swelled in me. I wiggled my hips, meeting his strokes. The slap of our flesh echoed through the garage, mixing with our moans and pants.

  Mom looked around. Then she stood up.

  My ass clenched so hard on James's dick. She was looking for me. She stood up, brushing at her knees. I shivered, moaning louder, the orgasm swelling in the depths of my pussy. Mom walked out of sight.

  I heard the back door slide open.

  “James,” I moaned, my orgasm bursting through her. Mom was looking for me. She could catch us. See that James was all mine.

  “Jenny,” he panted as my bowels writhed about his cock. “Damn, Jenny!”

  The pleasure raced through my body as he slammed over and over into my spasming asshole. The rapture burned through my mind, mixing with the exhilarating fear of being caught by Mom. I shuddered in James's arms, heaving and thrashing, juices flooding down my thighs.