Dad's inheritance

It felt so good! Not every man can boast that when they wake up to their wife sucking their cock. This was my life. I woke up every morning to her lovely moist mouth around my dick. She did not have a dick in my mouth because she was a slut. She loved me, and I loved her. I groaned and held her head and whispered good morning and reminded her that I loved her. Then I could not say more and she sucked harder and I was in a seventh heaven. My cum exploded and she swallowed it. I collapsed on the bed. I wanted to hug her and stay in bed all day.

She had other thoughts. She said we were staying at dad’s house and we would have to make sure our children were up. I reminded her not to say “our” dad when we were around them. Yes, you guessed it. My wife was my sister. I admit it is an incestuous relationship. It was not always like that. When were very small, we hardly even liked each other, but suddenly we were deep in love with each other. Not only that, but we were sex maniacs. I was 11 at the time and my sister was 9. (The same as the two beautiful children we have now). We had sex like rabbits. We were deeply in love. We never thought it was wrong that we were brother and sister. Love was more important and sex was better than playing monopoly. We did not even mind when dad pimped us out to his many friends. Being a whore was not a bad thing for us. The fact that he took and sold thousands of pictures of us did not bother us. It made men across the world happy. Nothing could destroy our life and we got married and had two lovely children!

Now we were back at my dad’s house and this was strange. It was where our love grew. It was our little love nest. Mom died a few years ago and now Dad was very sick. We wanted to visit him for a last time.

We walked past our children’s room. My 9 year old naked daughter was sitting on my son’s dick and they were both in a deep kiss as she was going up and down on him moaning and saying how much she loved him. My wife smiled at the incestuous morning sex,  saying I could get them ready for breakfast and she will go down to prepare it. I told her she should help me, but she smiled and said they get hungry after morning sex.

I walked in the room and sat down in the bed as my son cummed in his sister. They were worn out, but found the energy to jump up and give me a hug and kiss. First my son gave me a kiss as I hugged him tight. He was so cute and he was great at exploring my mouth with his tongue. I rubbed his back and then his bum, with my finger finding his boypussy.

His little sister complained that it was now her turn and she replace him on my lap. I could feel the small bit of cum he put in her leak out as she plunged her tongue in my mouth. While my daughter was kissing me and hugging, my son was on his knees with my cock in his mouth. It didn’t matter he was a boy, he was an excellent cocksucker. I told my daughter I wanted to fuck her, but she said her pussy was tired and asked if we could do it later. She smiled and said until then I could fuck her brother. I am sure he would be delighted to allow me to use his ass. On the other hand, she has one as well. So I lifted her up and lowered her ass down on my cock. I was soon fucking her love channel and it was like I was on a pink cloud. She moaned and groaned as I done this. Her brother got bored and put his dick in her mouth. She was being invaded in two holes and she did not complain. We both filled her up with our cum around the same time.

We were all smiling at breakfast and chatting about everything and anything. My son tells us he is so glad he is in our family. It is nice being loved and wanted. I smiled at him as I thought he was right. We did have a good family. Yes, we had sex with each other that many people would think was disgusting and condemn us all to hell. The fact is that we did not hurt each other. Sex was not the centre part of our life. The bond we had was what I thought was important. Sex was just a way to show our love for each other.

My thoughts were distracted by my daughter asking whose dad her grandfather was. Was he her mothers or her father’s dad? I looked at my wife that was blushing. We never told them that their mom and dad were brother and sister. They did notice that there were pictures of us all over the house, but they did not put the puzzle together. I knew it would be no problem telling them, as they said that they were going to marry each other. I explained to them we would talk about it after we go up to grandpa. He wanted to say good morning to us all.

We all went up to his room and hugged him. The once strong man I knew was now a weak frail man, with tubes in him and hospital equipment that showed he was barely just alive. He gave our children a hug and said always take care of each other. We were a close family and always remember your family would be together no matter what. He close his eyes and my wife started crying thinking he was dead. The nurse felt his pulse and shook her head. He was dead. We were now all crying.

However, he opened his eyes and told the nurse to go out. Then he held my wife’s and my hand. He whispered that he was sorry for brainwashing us and controlling our brains. We looked at him puzzled as he continued telling us how sorry he was for making us sex toys by making us child porn stars and whores. My wife was telling him that we had a good life. He told her that was the brainwashed mind talking. He whispered he only had a few minutes left and asked my daughter to open the music box on the table.

My father took his last breath as the music began to play. We started all to realize that he was gone, but did not have time to cry as the music started to play. It sounded like some eerie Celtic music, with wailing and groaning. We all went quiet and then I felt like I had a migraine. The others did as well and we were all crying in pain. I closed my eyes and told someone to close the box. They did not hear me and we were all soon crouched and squirming on the floor. It was like my brain in turmoil and being moved around. I tried crawling over to the table to try to turn off that music. It was impossible as I could not control the pain and I kept forgetting what I wanted to do.

At last the music stopped and there was silence in the room. We all struggled to our feet and just stared at each other. My son was the first to speak by telling us how gross it was his parents were brother and sister. His sister looked at him and started crying. She said she let her own brother have sex with her. She looked at my sister and me and said she let us molest her. My sister was also in tears and said it’s such a sin being married to her brother. She looked at her children and ran out of the room crying.  The children went their different ways.

I tried to keep my mind on the funeral for the next few days. However one thing was going through my mind. How did I fall in love with my own sister and have children with her. How did I love her that much? Why did it take some strange music to wake me up? The house was silent in the few days we were waiting for the funeral. No one was speaking with each other. It was like we were living in a dream with lots of incest, and suddenly we found out how wrong we were. I was so confused. He mentioned that we were brainwashed. This could explain a lot. It made no difference to me. I did not want to be married to my sister and how would I look at my children again, when I knew that I molested them.

I did not see anyone in the days up to the funeral, except my daughter. I went to the bathroom and seen her in the shower. I was wondering how I found such a small body of an 9 year old sexy? I knew I would never forgive myself. She was washing her body so hard that it was red. She was crying that she was a freak. Her mom and dad were brother and sister. She cried more saying she let her brother have sex with her. I went up to her and told her to stop and come out of the shower. She covered her body and screamed for me to go out. I tried telling her that I know she feels like we molested her, but things will change. We can still be a family. I told her that I loved her. She screamed that I loved her body and told me to get out.

A few days later, we were standing watching my dad’s coffin being lowered in the ground. My sister refused to come saying she hated what he done to us. She will never forgive him. I looked at my son and daughter. They were standing far apart from each other. I looked at the coffin and asked my dad how could he do this and more important… what now? I didn’t shed a tear. I was mad and worried at the same time. I hoped my dad was in hell for screwing up our lives.

As we walked out to car, my son got mad his sister. He yelled at his sister not to be staring at his dick. She got mad and said she was not. They were both arguing and shouting at each other. I looked around to see if someone heard what they were saying. Then I thought about my sister and the fact that we once fought like this. I held both their shoulders and I knelt before them. I told them to be quieter and said that no one will be having sex with each other. Incest is wrong. I told them to sit in the car and we would go home and talk how we can heal the wounds.

My son said that he wanted to walk home. It was a short distance so I told him ok, thinking he needed time to figure things out.

My sister was still walking around like a zombie, muttering once in a while that her dad ruined her life. As for my daughter. she ran into her room. I could hear that she locked it. I went on the sofa to sleep, but that didn’t work. I had images in my head of me fucking my sister and my children. I started crying from shame. I doubted there was any hope for anyone in our family. Incest seemed so wrong. It seemed like it destroyed all our lives.

It didn’t help that my son didn’t come home. When I tried to tell my sister, she just started crying that she had a son with her own brother. I went out and looked for him, knowing he could be anywhere. It was obvious that he was trying to run away from all of this. Tears were running down my eyes as I thought that he was doing the right thing. Why stay in a family with sin? It was best to try and find happiness somewhere else where no one knew where you came from. I do not know how hard I looked for him. I came back and told my sister that our son ran away.

My sister was drinking some wine. I told her we had to speak. She did not say a word but let me sit down and talk. I told her that we were all in a state of shock. We were brother and sister, yet we loved each other and had sex with each other. We got married and had two children. I could not understand why we accepted it and why we were so happy. There was no explanation. Now we were all in shame and agony and so depressed. I begged her to say something- How would we go on?

She looked at me and said she loves me, but it is so wrong the love she has. Her guilt outweighs everything. She was distressed that the children’s lives were now ruined. I nodded thinking they will also have shame in them. My sister continued with her many fears, which were all based on shame. She asked was our mom Dads sister. My heart started beating fast when I heard this. I started to understand how the children felt. At the end my sister told us that our family was wrong and evil. She would be leaving and try to start her life some other place… far away.

I asked what would happen with the children. She started crying.

Our son came in the door looking very tired. He told us he tried killing himself but he could not. He wanted us to send him to a boarding school where he could forget he had a family. He said his sister should be given a foster family as she would never be happy here. I opened my mouth, but he said he did not want to talk and went to his bedroom and locked the door.

I had enough. I went to my dad’s room and found his diary. I started reading it, hoping to get some answers. Here are some entries I read:

… The children are fighting again.

… It is unbearable. My business is bad. I am losing money and about to go bankrupt. It does not help when I come home and the two children constantly fight with each other.

… I had enough. I played the music box for the whole family. They looked like they were high on LSD when they listened to the music.

… When I tucked my daughter in bed tonight, I felt and molested her small body. She was smiling and wanted more. Was this because of the music box? Has it brainwashed her?

… I am bankrupt. Found my son fucking his sister when I came home

… My friend asked to have sex with my son. He would pay a lot. Do I want to pimp my children out?

… My son sat on my lap and was kissing me while grinding his boy pussy on my dick. I ended up fucking him. He loves me,

.. I pimped my son out to the man. After, I asked if he liked it. He wants to try it again.

The diary continued how my sister and I had sex. It also explained how dad earned money to pimp us out and then sell child porno, where he became very rich. It seems like if the music box brainwashed us. It erased all shame in our minds. It was in the family for generations. Was incest in our family so long?

When the children were born, Dad snuck into their nurseries and played them the music box. This explains why they always loved each other.

Towards the end of his life, he knew he was going to hell. He decided he had a better hope for salvation if he deprogrammed us. I didn’t know what to think of this. So far it didn’t help anyone that we were no longer brainwashed.

At dinner, we all sat silent and avoided looking at each other. My sister muttered that she was packing her suitcase. My son and daughter just sat eating slowly. My daughter asked could she not eat alone in the future, until she had a proper family.

I had enough. I told them I would be back. I went to my dad’s room and got the music box and came back to the kitchen. I told them that I could only see one solution, where everyone would be happy. I asked for their forgiveness as I opened the music box and the strange music once again played. It worked straight away. We all went in a daze. There was no pain this time as the music was as if it was from angels. I opened my eyes feeling so good and seen everyone smiling.

When the music box stopped, everyone was silent. I had a hard on when I saw my sister and for the first time in days, I wanted to have sex with her.

My son was the first to break the silence and said he wanted to go to his room. My heart fell thinking nothing changed. However he went and gave his mom and me a French kiss, telling us how much he loved us.

His sister followed him.

I asked my wife did she want to continue packing.  She smiled at me and said she was living in hell since her dad died. She wanted to discuss things with me in our bed under the sheets. I smiled and took her hand and we walked up to our room.

When we were going by our children’s bedroom, we saw our daughter on her knees giving her brother a blowjob. My wife suggested we take a pit stop. For the next few hours, parents and children were rolling around in the bed kissing and fondling each other. I sucked my son and he sucked me. My daughter also had my dick in my mouth. I am sure my wife did to. At the end it was hard to know to know who I was touching and licking and who was doing things to me. The family orgy finished when my daughter groaned as my cum filled her pussy and my wife was worn out with her sons dick in her.

As we lay on the bed, I told them I was sorry for brainwashing them again. We were a family of incest and felt the shame and I would go to hell for brainwashing everyone again. I explained the difference was that we knew we were brainwashed, and could now decide ourselves if we wanted to listen to the box again and be normal people.

They all said no except my daughter. She had my dick in her mouth