Anamnesis ©
Chapter Two
By Fiction Writer #13
( incest, mother, father, daughter, son, sister, brother, con, reluct, noncon, toys, rim, anal, teen, Femdom, bi, oral, Mm, Fm, fm, strapon, prostate, paranormal)

Robbie relaxed on the table and let the wonderful sensations wash over his exposed body.  His mother and father continued to massage him, covering his chest and abdomen with the slick jelly.  Everywhere the jelly touched made his skin tingle with pleasure.  His nipples became hard, twin points jutting from his hairless rib cage.  Each time a hand passed over one it was like an electric shock ran directly to his throbbing cock.

Stephanie's tongue bathed his anus in warm saliva, pausing every once in a while to press into him, parting his ring of muscle to dig in deeply.  Each time she entered him he could feel himself opening up more and more easily to her gentle probing.  Waves of euphoria tumbled through his insides, seeming to radiate outward from her pink tongue.

Though he was feeling an almost constant level of bliss, he ached for more direct contact to his genitals.  Stephanie had not touched his cock or balls since she first parted his cheeks, neither had either of his parents, though their hands had come oh so close.  Every time Robbie tried to touch himself his hand was slapped away by his mother.

"Not yet baby, not yet," she whispered sexily into his ear, sending shivers up and down his spine. "Just feel what we're doing to you, no touching."

Robbie could feel what they were doing, that was the problem.  His cock needed some attention, any attention.  His hips hunched at the air searching for a touch, a caress, a soft breeze... anything would be better than the agony of wanting.  His hand snaked down again seeking his staff, only to be caught before he could feel himself in his own grip.

"No, Robbie," his mother spoke firmly while holding his wrist, "not yet."

"Please, Mom," Robbie groaned, "I need to cum..."

"Not yet baby... not yet," she whispered to him, nibbling on his ear lobe. "You just need something else to occupy your naughty mind.  Put your arms up Robbie, over your head and lay them flat on the table."

Robbie obeyed, stretching his arms out to either side of his head.  Helen climbed up onto the table and swung her leg over her son's face.  Robbie gazed up at his nude mother's body as she positioned herself over him.  Helen was lean, toned, and tan, her pussy dripping with desire.  She held Robbie's left leg behind the knee and she took over the leg that her husband had been holding.  Slowly she lowered her bald pussy lips down to her son's salivating mouth.  As she squatted she pulled both of his legs back, lifting his hips and opening him up further to Stephanie's probing tongue.

"That's a good boy." Helen breathed deeply as Robbie's tongue began to dance between the folds of her flower. "Drink from mommy's cunt, baby.  You make me feel sooojuicy."

"Mmmm..." Robbie moaned into her.  Her juices flowed into his mouth and he savored them on his tongue before swallowing.  She ground herself down on him, grinding her clit against his chin in small circles. Robbie moved his hands, now trapped above his head by her thighs, to his mother's firm ass cheeks and squeezed.

"That's it; yeah... suck your mommy dry." Helen could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching but tried to hold it off. "Stanley, go help our daughter."

"Yes sweetie." Stanley moved from his position beside Robbie to stand next to Stephanie.  He stroked himself for a moment before tapping the swollen head of his dick against her cheek.  Steph pulled her mouth free of her brother's hole and sucked her father's throbbing cock into her throat.

"Mmmph!" Rob's muffled complaint at being abandoned for his father sent shivers up Helen's back.

"Oh, baby, you suck me so well." Stanley's hands went to the black tangle of hair bobbing on his member. "Oh God, yeah, suck me baby.  Take all of me into your throat... ohh God."

Steph pushed herself down as far as she could onto her dad's cock, forcing him past her gag point and into her throat.  She loved feeling him in her like this, though it brought stinging tears to her eyes.  Steph enjoyed being submissive to her father almost as much as she enjoyed dominating him.

Helen began gasping, "Oh... oh... Steph... don't... forget... your brother... oh God."

Steph fumbled blindly for the jar of lubricant while never missing a beat with her rhythmic bobbing.  After some near misses her fingers finally found the little white jar and scooped a handful of the jelly free.  Next she sought out Robbie's bottom, and once finding it she coated his opening generously in the slimy goop.

"Mmmmph..." Rob groaned at his sister's touch and doubled his efforts on bringing his mother to orgasm.  Steph drew lazy circles with her finger tip around Robbie's anus, causing him to moan even louder into her mother's quim.  Her finger zeroed in on her target and with one steady push she popped inside.

"Ahmmmph!" Rob yelped at the sudden intrusion, but soon found that the pain of entry faded almost as quickly as it had come.

Steph curled her finger inside of her brother and touched his prostate, causing a dribble of precum to expel from Rob's cock.  The clear fluid ran down his abs to pool inside of his belly button.

Pulling her mouth free of her father's cock, Steph checked to see how Robbie was reacting to her internal massage.  Seeing his testicles begin to rise up in a tightening scrotum she withdrew her single digit, only to replace it with two fingers.  She pushed deeply into him, causing him to moan, and making his untouched cock twitch.  Feeling his sphincter once again relax, she slowly began stroking in and out of his bottom.  With her free hand she grasped hold of her father's cock and pumped him at the same pace as her plunging fingers.

Helen could hold back no longer, her son's tongue felt too good to resist, "Oh, God!  That's it!  That's it, baby!  OH!  OH!  OH!  AHHHHHHH !"

Robbie felt his mother begin to shake and quiver above him and opened his mouth wide to drink her nectar.  Helen's orgasm came with a drenching flood of hot and sweet juice that suddenly filled Robbie's mouth to overflowing.  Rob drank and swallowed as fast as he could, but it was still not enough to prevent himself from sputtering and coughing.

Steph took the opportunity to slide a third finger into her brother while he was distracted.  Now with every thrust of her hand she bumped his prostate, causing his cock to bounce with every in stroke.  A constant stream of sticky precum oozed from him, spilling down his sides to drip onto the table.  Turning to her father she whispered, "He's almost ready for you, Daddy."

"Mmmm... I can see that sweet heart.  You've really got him worked up, haven't you?" Stanley stroked his daughter's hair as she looked up at him with her big brown eyes.

In answer Steph bent forward and resumed suckling on the head of her father's manhood, her tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft.  After a few moments she pulled away, a string of saliva left hanging unbroken, connecting cock to lips.

"Give it to him now, Daddy... he needs you so bad," Steph purred while pulling her father forward by his stem.  Steph moved to the side as her father took over her position between Robbie's upturned thighs.  She guided him to where her fingers were still working inside of her brother. "Now, Daddy... do it now."

As Steph's long fingers withdrew she placed the head of Stanley's cock on target.  Robbie barely had time to notice that he was empty before he was once again full.  Stanley pressed into his son in one continuous stroke, eight inches of turgid flesh sliding deeply into his son's steaming hot bowels until hips met buttocks.

"Ahmmph... mphh... Ammmph!" Rob tried to cry out at the sudden piercing, but his mother's pussy prevented him from doing so.  His body writhed on the table, trying to remove the large invader from his bottom, but it was no use, his mother held him firmly in place.

Stanley could feel his son clenching on his cock, trying to expel him from his body.  He knew the pain caused by taking someone inside, but he also knew that if he were patient, that pain would subside.  So he waited for him to adjust, waited for his mind to switch from pain to pleasure.  Rob would enjoy this, it just took some time.

Steph moved behind her daddy, her strapon bouncing with each step.  Her hands snaked around his chest and held him in a tight embrace, her breasts pressing into his back, her thick phallus poking into the cleft of his rear.  As she waited for her brother to relax again she stole a glance over Stanley's shoulder to look at her mother.  She looked so hot squatting over Rob like that, her pussy red and glistening with her release.  Her long nipples were hard and jutting out from atop her blushing breasts.  Just looking at her made Steph's mouth water.

Underneath his mother, Rob's groans of pain began to change into moans of pleasure.  He could feel his body reacting to being penetrated.  Hot flashes and sweaty hands and feet, his rapid heart beat, a sense of being taken over, but most of all he could feel his dad throbbing inside of him, moments away from filling him with the same seed that had created him in the womb from which he was now devouring.

It was a perverse thrill that had been heightened ever since he'd discovered that most families never participate in relationships such as this.  At the same time, he couldn't help but think that maybe this was all wrong.  That the people on the internet were correct in believing that sex within a family was taboo, and sex between two men was even more so.  Somewhere deep in his mind, a little girl’s voice began singing...

Queer-boy... Queer-boy... Queer-boy...

'I'm not queer!' Robbie called angrily to the strange voice, but the chanting continued. 'It's only in my head... no one is calling me queer... it's only in my head... ', he thought to himself.  That time it worked, the sing-song voice fading away, leaving only the wet sounds of sex and his own heart beat pounding in his ears.

Steph's hands slid down her father's chest until she reached his hips. She pressed her pelvis into her father's backside driving his cock deeper into her brother before pulling his hips back towards her and drawing a few inches of cock free again.  She set the pace of her brother's fuck, slow and deep, using her father like a sex toy.

"Mmmm... yeah... fuck 'im, Daddy... make him feel it..." she growled in his ear.

Helen ground her cunt down on Robbie's face, "Fuck him, Stan!  Drive that beautiful cock of yours deep into his guts... oh... ahh... harder... fuck him harder!"

Whether Stanley wanted to obey his wife's wishes or not was not up to him, Stephanie had taken control and was not going to relinquish it.  Her fingers dug firmly into his hip bones, forcefully pulling and pushing him back and forth.  Long deep thrusts, the slap of flesh meeting flesh, Stanley surrendered himself to her dominance.  He watched as his cock drew almost completely free of his son only to be driven back in balls deep.  His balls began to churn, a pressure building within the cradle of his pelvis, tell tale signs that he wouldn't be lasting much longer.

Robbie was finding himself in a similar state.  All it would take would be just one touch to set him off, but no one would oblige him.  His cock laid hard and swollen on his stomach, ready to explode, but no spark to ignite it.  His father slammed into his body over and over again, raking his prostate with every stroke, sending jolts of ecstasy through his body.  Sweat poured from him as his mother began trembling once again on his tongue.

"Oh Fuck!  Oh God, Baby!  Oh!  He's going to make me cum again!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh, do it Stan!  Oh God, Baby!  Cum in him!  Oh!  Cum with me Stan!  Oh!  Fuck!  So good!  Now!  Do it NOW!"

Helen let loose with another flood of her female cum, nearly drowning her own son in the delicious nectar.  He began coughing and sputtering again on her fluids, each contraction squeezing his father's cock in a death grip.  It was too much for Stan to take.

"OH FUCK!  HERE IT COMES!" he screamed as his whole body spasmed.  Stephanie drove him all the way forward into his son's body as his cum rocketed up through his cock.

Robbie shook as he was filled with cum at both ends, his own cock still straining for just one touch... but none came.  As his father's cock finished spurting, Stephanie pulled him free, leaving Rob feeling empty and aching for more.  His mother simply returned to grinding herself on his sloppy face after she finished her second cum of the day.

Stanley 's legs went weak as Stephanie guided him down to a chair.  He sat with a sigh and slumped, sweat dripping from his skin and the remnants of his cum glistening on his rapidly shrinking cock.

Steph quickly took up position between her brother's splayed thighs.  His anus still gaped open after his father had pulled out, a dribble of cum leaking down between his cheeks.  She paused only a moment before lifting the heavy latex prick attached to her pelvis and aimed at his reddened opening.  Using a constant but slow pressure, she watched as the elastic skin began to stretch wider, allowing the head of her phallus to pop inside of Robbie.

"Aaaannnmmmphhh !" Rob cried at feeling himself being opened.

Steph patiently waited for his anguished cries to soften, her finger tips lightly stroking the skin on the underside of his legs.  She still had a long way to go with the dildo, and the widest point had not been reached yet.  When her delicate touches came close to contacting Rob's cock he hunched his hips in an attempt to force contact.  Steph was ready for this involuntary reaction; it was what she was hoping to see.  He was ready for a little more.

"AAiieeemmmph ... mmph... mmph!" Rob tried to thrash his head from side to side as Steph forced another inch into his bottom, but Helen's thighs held him tight.  His hands slapped hard on his mother's bare ass cheeks, changing the flesh from white to pink to red with each slap.  Helen reveled in the sensation; she loved feeling her baby boy struggle beneath her.  Her juices began to flow once again, a third orgasm quickly rising with the pain of her violent spanking.

"AH!  More Steph!  Give him MORE!" Helen ordered her daughter.

"No, Mom, not yet.   He has to get used to it first," Steph disobeyed.

"Fuck that you slut!  Fuck him!  Jam it in his ass!  NOW STEPH!"

"NO MOM!  This isn't going to be like last time."

"Listen to me, Steph, or so help me... I'll make you wish you had!"

Steph gave her mother an angry scowl.

"No..."

Helen growled at her defiant daughter before redirecting her anger. "Stanley... STANLEY!"

Stanley shook himself out of his stupor. "Yes, honey?"

"Push that bitch all the way into her brother." Helen leered at Steph. "Make her obey her mother."

Stanley reluctantly got to his feet. "Honey, I really don't think..."

"I don't give a fuck what you think, Stan," Helen interrupted her husband. "Now, shove that bitch's ass into her brother or you'll be on my shit list with her."

Stan shook his head but moved behind his daughter.  Leaning forward he whispered into her ear, "I'll go as slow as I can; it'll hurt, but not as much as ramming it in like she wants."

"No whispering you two, just fuck him." Helen eyed the pair warily, expecting some kind of coup, but seeing that they were going to follow her orders she relaxed.

"I'm sorry, Robbie," Steph whimpered.

Robbie couldn't have heard her even if she had screamed her apology.  His mother had clamped herself on him so tightly that he was almost having problems breathing.  Her hands tightened their grip behind his knees, Robbie's only warning that the game had changed.

"Here we go, Baby, just try and keep the pressure even and we'll be in in no time." Stan put his hands on his daughter’s hips. "Nice and slow, he'll adjust once we're in."

Steph felt her father begin to push her forward.  She watched with tears stinging her eyes as the monster cock began sliding deeper into her little brother, stretching him obscenely.  This is not what she wanted.

She remembered the last time, seeing her brother writhing in pain, tears and agony, screams and convulsions, and then silence as he passed out.

'No, not like this, not again,' she thought. 'Will my mother do this to me when it's my turn?  Will Robbie believe that this wasn't my idea?'

He felt it move.  Felt it stretching and ripping its way into his body.  He remembered the pain, he would never forget that last experience, and now he was going to feel it again.  This time the cock was forced into him slowly, fed inch by agonizing inch past the tightening muscle of his sphincter.  The pain was so great that he couldn't even scream, his mouth hanging open and silent, his mother's juices flowing directly into his throat.

'Not again!' he cried in his mind. 'This can't be happening again!'

White light.   Strobing white light.  Flashing in time with his pounding heart.  Even with his eyes closed, it was blinding.  His brain translating the intense pain into a visual stimulus.  'Why?' he cried. 'Why is this happening to me?'

Suddenly there was a new voice in his mind... not his own.

Robbie, it hurts!

The little girl, she was calling to him again.  He called back into the blinding light. 'I know it hurts.  It's hurting me too!'

Help me, Robbie! Don't leave me here!

'I can't find you!'

Yes you can! You have to remember!

'What?  Remember what?'

Everything!

'I can't!  It hurts too much!  Oh, God, why does she want to hurt me so bad!  Mommy, whhhyyy?'

No Robbie... You have to remember!  You promised never to leave me!  You have to remember!

'But it hurts so bad!'

Don't you still love me, Robbie?

'Love you?  I don't even know your name!'

Yes you do!  Remember me, Robbie!  You have to!  Before it's too late!

'I don't know how!'

Think, Robbie!  You do know how!  Just think!

The cloud of blinding light began to part before him.  The flashes slowed down to reveal that it was not a pure white light as he had thought, but thousands of images moving by so fast that they blurred into nothing.  Rob concentrated on trying to see them as they zipped by, but the pain kept breaking them away before he could interpret them.

A long corridor.   (They're all locked.)

A tiled room full of showers.  (I'll check you first.)

A German Shepherd licking a girl's face.  (Was that her?  Did I hear giggling?)

Darkness.   (Someone is on top of me.)

A blue house.   (Why does that look familiar?)

A soccer field.   (Do I play?)

His mother opening a bathroom door and finding him masturbating.  (Whose bathroom is that and why do I feel ashamed?)

A birthday cake with his name.   (I feel so sick.)

His family sitting in a car, the little blond girl next to him.   (Why is she with us?)

A room, a boy's room, decorated with rock posters, a soccer ball on the floor, his mother calling, 'Stephanie, Robbie, ___, dinner!'  (Why can't I hear her name?)

The curtain of white began to close again, the images flipping by faster and faster, until he could no longer tell one from another.  A dull ache grew within him, a pressure in his guts.  Suddenly he was no longer in the world of white light but back once again under his mother's gushing cunt.  He had to swallow her fluids or die choking on them.

Between his legs he could still feel his older sister.  She was pumping in and out of him with long deep strokes, the agony passing and an almost pleasant sense of being full filling him.

He had done it!  He had taken that monster and crossed the threshold between pain and pleasure!  Had he done it alone though?

'No, ' he thought to himself as the good feelings began to come, 'she helped me.  She took me away until the worst was over.  I have to find her.  I have to help her.'

Stephanie was amazed when Robbie began to push back on her dildo.  She thought she'd killed him when he suddenly stopped thrashing around and just lay still on the table.  She begged her mother to let her stop, but Helen told Stanley to make her fuck him long and hard.  Now here she was, driving the feared dildo know as 'Grampa' in and out of his ass like he’d always been able to take it.

"That's it, Steph!  Fuck him good!" Helen cried out. "I told you he would like it.  See how he's fucking you back?  You should feel it, Steph, he's moaning into my pussy.  He loves it.  He wants more!  He's such a good boy.  Ah... oh... yeah baby... suck mommy's clit... mmmm...  Stan... make him cum... jerk our baby off while Steph pounds him..."

Stan reached around his daughter's thrusting hips and took hold of his son's throbbing cock.  There was so much precum that he had no problem stroking it from base to tip in time with Steph's humping.  One... Two...  Three...  Four... and on the fifth stroke Robbie exploded.  Great arches of white sticky cum shot from his pulsing manhood to splash on his mother's tits and Rob's chest.

For Robbie it was if an atomic bomb had been detonated in his balls.  Rope after rope fired from him, draining every drop of his seed, the dildo massaging his prostate forcing more and more out until he was empty.

"Oh... Aiiiiiigggghh... OH!  AHHHHH !" With a great cry, Stephanie came.  She hadn't even been aware that she was approaching an orgasm, too wrapped up in concern for her brother's welfare to notice that her own body was balancing on a peak.  Seeing his cum splattering against her mother's skin let her know that he was okay, and knowing that he was okay must have allowed her to move past her tipping point.

Steph pulled free of Robbie with a loud sucking noise, his hole remaining open, revealing the crimson and violet passage that she had just pummeled.  Helen collapsed next, releasing her grip on Rob's knees and slumping to the table.  Robbie laid where he was, his face shiny with his mother's cum, his chest gooey with his own, and cool air rushing in to fill his burning rectum.

The only one not completely wiped out was Stan.  Looking around at the members of his family still gasping for air and exhausted, he smiled.

"Looks like it's up to me to get breakfast ready."

Weak laughter answered him as he left for the kitchen.