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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F/M, FM/F, (F/D) Incest, FemDom, BDSM, Oral, Anal, Toys,
Rom


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.15 : Reconsidered


"Don't you dare cum!" I told my Slave-Brother seriously, slapping his
ass while he licked up the remains of Cheryl's orgasm.

"Don't worry, Mistress, he won't." Cheryl smiled at me, red faced and
shiny with my juices spilled all over her pretty face.

"Yes Mistress." My brother replied obediently.

"Go get my cock, slut. I want to fuck you now." Cheryl pushed at her
husband with her foot. "After I'm finished you can dump your dirty
sperm in Katrina if you have to."

"Thank you, Mistress Cheryl." My brother breathed.

"Just think about what I said, okay Cheryl?" I watched my brother
scramble to his feet and then towards the patio door, his heavy cock
bouncing all the way.

"Don't worry, I'll forgive him soon." She smiled at me. "But if he
ever does it again..."

"We'll castrate him." I giggled, hoping the woman realized I was
joking.

"Yeah." Cheryl grinned. "That might be fun."

"You're okay with Katrina getting pregnant?" I asked, just because I
wanted to be very sure about her feelings on that subject. It was time
to clear the air on a lot of things.

"It's not Jim's baby, right?"

"No, it won't be."

"Then it's none of my business." She shrugged. "Congratulations, we'll
have cousins."

"Yes we will." I smiled and Cheryl rubbed her still flat tummy, just
two months along herself.

"You really love her, huh." Cheryl said quietly, and it wasn't a
question.

"More than anything."

"I wish I'd met you first."

"You know me now." I offered, tugging my skirt back into place and
feeling a little uncomfortable with what I knew to be infatuation.

"But you don't love me."

"No." I had to be honest with her. "Not like that."

"Okay." She bit her lip. "I'll do whatever you want, you know."

"Then be my good slave." I lowered my face to hers. "And be a good
Mistress for my brother."

I kissed her then, hard and deep the way she wanted me to. My hand
found one of her breasts and I massaged it gently, pressing my palm to
her hard nipple and making Cheryl moan softly into my mouth. She
played her tongue over mine as I fucked her mouth with it and it was
something very good for both of us. I could have loved her, I thought,
but not anymore. Not after Katrina.

"Yes Mistress." She breathed a moment later, after we'd finished our
kiss. Jim was coming back with her strap-on dildo in his hands.

"Mistress." He offered, holding the dildo in his open hands, kneeling
like a proper slave should.

"Get your Mistress-Sister's panties, over there..." Cheryl pointed to my
little bikini bottoms that I'd tossed to the stone tiles. "...Put them
on, I want to fuck you like a bitch."

"Uhhh...Yes Mistress." Jim blushed a little, but he was going to do it.

I left them to their pleasures, knowing Cheryl was going to leave him
with a very sore ass by the time she was satisfied. But she's already
forgiven him anyway, or at least that's what I'd sensed from her, and
she was just making him wait now. That was understandable and I felt
much relieved knowing it.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

My father was still in the family room, looking for all the world like
a middle-class husband and father relaxing on a Saturday afternoon. He
sat in his big recliner, reading a book and I smiled at him as I
walked past, but I don't think he even noticed me. Mom was nowhere to
be seen however and I chuckled softly to myself as I headed towards
the kitchen, not entirely sure of what I'd find, but expecting a
surprise.

"...Give me some lust, Katrina...Look down...Your shoulders are down now,
put them back..." Peter was giving directions and did that pretty well.
"...Mommy, just hold the banana...Don't move it...Spread your lips a little...
put a finger in...just a little...hold it..."

Katrina was sitting against the open refrigerator, her knees up and
legs spread, watching as my mother knelt on the floor between them. It
looked like mom was fucking Katrina with a banana, although they were
both holding still at the moment. She was naked too, with her ass
towards Peter's digital camera, her moist pussy open and pink with one
fingertip pushed inside like she was masturbating.

"You're mother has a beautiful pussy, Susan." Peter smiled, not
looking at anything but his camera viewfinder.

"Did you see her clit?" I asked and it was funny seeing my mother jerk
with surprise, her body immediately flushing pink. Katrina just
wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"Don't move, Mommy...Little deeper with the finger now...Give the banana a
push...just go all the way with it...slowly...Katrina...Shoulders, honey...Don't
break that banana..."

"Are you going to be our new model, Slave-Mommy?" I giggled and walked
into the picture, grinning for Peter who just sighed.

"I...Well...He can blur my face, I think and...um..." I reached between her
thighs, knocking her hand out of the way so I could pinch her swollen
clit hard. "...Ahhhh!"

"Bad Slave-Mommy." I teased her. "What did we just get done talking
about with Slave-Daddy?"

"Mistress, I'm sorry...I just...I couldn't help it..." My mom was shaking,
but only from pleasure, physical and emotional.

"Do it again...Katrina, hold Mommy's face this time...Kiss her...Let me see
your tongues..."

"Peter..." I rolled my eyes, but we did it just for him.

I pinched my mom's clit again, twisting it a little to really make her
moan, and the whole time Katrina held her new Mommy's face in her
hands, licking at mom's open mouth and tongue with her own. It was
probably going to be a pretty hot picture and Peter could have shown
it to me immediately, but I had other things to do first.

"Nice...Sweet..." Peter was nodding. "Mommy, I want you eating the banana
now...No, just leave it in her cunt...Katrina, drop your knees for me,
honey...I'm going to get some close-ups..."

"I think I'll go explain all of this to Daddy." I laughed, leaving the
three of them to continue on.

At least Amy would be updating the site tonight. We had a schedule to
maintain and we were technically a day behind right then, since I'd
had Katrina had cancelled a shoot to come up here. We'd just really
have to check those pictures good, making sure mom was nice and
anonymous...And getting her to sign a modeling consent form. I felt a
little dizzy thinking about that, my own mother being a model for my
pornographic web site...So much for reality, I thought. I'd have to make
sure Kristine cut my mom a check at the going rate for models, that
would make her laugh.

But Daddy was going to have a fit.

I walked into the family room and didn't say a word. Neither did my
father and I suspected he had some idea of what was going on. The man
was neither deaf, blind, nor stupid. I'd felt bad earlier, just an
hour or so before, ashamed of myself for being so selfish, but those
feelings had passed. I was who I was, I couldn't help it, and being
with Cheryl and Jim had revitalized me, as it were, reenergized my
fantasies. And seeing my mom with Katrina and Peter...Anything was
possible again.

It made me feel strong, powerful in a way, and that was what I was
addicted to. It was both my strength and my weakness and there wasn't
anything I could do about it. I was drawn to confront my father then,
like a moth to a flame, and he knew it. He knew me so well; I think
he'd been sitting there just waiting for me, knowing I'd have to try
again. I wouldn't have put it past him. He really was my idol in so
many ways. Mom was my role-model for how a woman should look and act.
Daddy was, well...He was my Daddy.

I didn't say anything though, which would surprise him, I hoped. He
may have been looking for me to play the Domme once more, to try and
bend him to my desires, but I'd learned from our little talk and I was
always ready to change my methods. If being his Mistress wouldn't
work, then perhaps being his little girl would. It was still a form of
control, after all and I practiced it for a lot of years before
leaving for college.

I knelt on the floor, reaching for him slowly, quietly, sliding my
hands over his trousers, along his thighs. Daddy held his book, but he
looked at me and I just smiled, lowering my eyes and caressing him. I
moved higher, eventually bringing my hands together at his crotch, at
the place where his penis lay coiled in the dark confines, waiting for
me. Daddy's cock had been waiting for me a long time and now I was
here.

He made a little move, as if he might speak or try and stop me, but
dad thought better of it and stayed quiet. I smiled at that and began
to open his pants, undoing his belt and then his buttons, and finally
his zipper. The only sounds were our soft breathing and the fabric as
it moved. The metallic sounds of his belt buckle and zipper coming
down. We were very quiet in that big warm room and my heart was
pounding as I found his cock, semi-hard and hot beneath my fingers.

I pulled at his pants, laughing lightly, as if I were his little girl
again, and Daddy smiled too, lifting his hips so I could undress him
completely from the waist down. I tossed his clothes aside carelessly,
squeezing his manhood and kissing his bare thighs, turning my cheek to
feel the soft short hairs on his legs against my face. I licked his
skin slowly, moving between my father's legs as he spread them for me.

Daddy put his book down gently, as if he were afraid of making a sound
that might wake us from this dream, and he was just watching me now,
watching his daughter kiss her way closer to his cock as it gained
strength. It was growing before my eyes, dark and heavy and I could
see his veins becoming prominent as the soft skin tightened. I
breathed across it and lifted my dad's shirt, just enough so I could
kiss his stomach.

"Ohhhh..." He sighed and it was sweet to my ears, that sound.

I grasped his erect penis in my right hand and used the left to hold
his balls. I kissed them first, pressing the soft wrinkled sack to my
lips and feeling his testes under my fingers. I used my tongue to wash
them, those same balls that had made the sperm that had made me. I
took one in my mouth and washed it gently, rolling it with my tongue
while I stared up into my father's eyes. I took the other a moment
later, doing the same and he was licking his lips, staring at me with
blue eyes identical to my own.

When I took my father's stiff cock into my mouth he winced, but not
from pain, just the pleasure of it. That was the first time I'd sucked
his hard cock, the first time after years of thinking about it, of
imagining his daughter doing this simple thing for him. I loved him
then, as much as I ever had in my life, and I worked my dad's penis
gently into my warm wet mouth, determined to give him the best blowjob
of his life.

I sucked slowly at first, taking my time to wet his cock from the tip
to the base. I held him in mouth and then I'd let him withdraw so that
I could kiss the shaft and lick it, dragging my teeth lightly along
that strong hard muscle until my father was breathing heavily through
his open mouth. I took him then, enclosing my lips around the crown
and lifting my body, positioning myself so that I could move my mouth
straight down and take him deep.

My father gathered my hair in his hands, holding it out of the way so
he could see me as I took half his length easily, moving my mouth up
and down, breathing slowly through my nose. I swallowed spit and
precum and at other times I'd open my mouth wide, letting the wetness
spill out of me and down the shaft. I wanted him wet and slippery and
when I was comfortable I took all of him, swallowing around the head
so that it lodged in my open throat and I pushed my lips down, all the
way to the base. My nose was in his pubic hair, smelling him, tasting
him, my left hand pressing his balls to my chin. I had him then, every
inch to demonstrate my affections.

Daddy groaned weakly and lifted his hips, but there was no more to
give me. I had all of his cock and my throat strained against it,
tight and hot, the muscles working around his manhood like dozens of
tiny fingers, butterfly wings spasming gently until I lifted my mouth
away, gasping red faced and smiling as wetness ran from my lips. I did
it again, and again after that, deep throating my father and both of
us loving it.

After some few minutes of that, when my throat was pleasantly sore
from being stretched, and my pussy juicing from sucking my father's
cock, I went to work giving him head, straight and plain and feel good
simple. I rubbed my clit while I held his cock and bobbed my head up
and down. It was easy and nice and my father enjoyed it intensely. He
was murmuring his approval and I could feel his hands in my hair,
urging me to nurse on his aching penis.

I sucked Daddy's cock for ten minutes, maybe more, but I didn't want
him to cum, not like that, not right then. I wasn't saving him for
Katrina either, not this time. I was selfish and devious and the bad
daughter who wanted that most taboo of things. I wanted to fuck him,
to make love with my own dad. It was a dream I'd never shared with him
until recently, but now it was consuming me, as I was certain it was
consuming my father as well.

I removed my skirt quickly and I gave him no opportunity to protest. I
was naked from the waist down, like my dad, and I straddled him,
putting my arms around his neck and pressing my mouth to his. I opened
my lips for his tongue, melting against him, pressing my silk clad
breasts against him chest, rubbing myself against my dad's body. And
he wanted me too, my father, as much as I wanted him and his cock was
stiff and rubbing my sex, the head moving back and forth along my
slit, seeking entry into that most sacred place. His own daughter's
womb.

"Are you protected..." My father breathed at some point, just before
penetrating finally and I shushed him with my mouth, kissing him hard
so I wouldn't have to lie to him. This would be fault and my
responsibility, not his. I knew what my father would have said and I
wasn't going to stop now.

He guided himself inside me and as I felt the head of his cock split
my excited labia I lowered myself quickly, despite all of my desires
to go slow, it was impossible. I needed him inside me all the way, his
cock in my womb, against my cervix and more, if possible. I wanted to
feel him there, fucking me, loving me the way he always wanted to.

I was kissing him continuously, like I'd never stop. His mouth and
cheeks and eyes and chin. Anywhere my lips could find him and I
gloried in it. His cock felt huge inside my pussy, stretching me like
no other I'd ever had. And he wasn't the biggest, or the longest or
fattest. He was my father though, he was the person against whom every
other man in my life had been measured and been found wanting. And
making love to him was magic, his cock was the biggest right then. I
could feel it inside me, larger than life, reaching for my uterus and
the fertile egg I carried.

I didn't care, if anything I wanted it. Not the pregnancy so much,
just the idea, the possibility of it was enough. That was what I
wanted, what I lusted for. It was the risk I was taking, not a
certainty, just a chance and it was a way of proving how much I loved
him. That I'd risk so much not for sex, but for love. He was the first
man I ever made love to and only Katrina could compare in that regard.
I hadn't felt this with my mother, only with Katrina and him, losing
myself in the raw emotion and I was crying then.

Daddy held me tight, kissing me now as I'd grown too tired, to weary
possibly, or something else. I was too small to do it anymore. I
wanted him to do it, my Daddy. I need him to hold me and kiss me and
stroke my burning flesh while he moved his cock back and forth. He was
making love to me, the way I'd been doing it for him, now we were
switched. Into our proper roles, Daddy and daughter. He was fucking me
and making me cum with a whirlwind raging inside my belly.

I gasped, arching my back and tilting my head. I clawed at his
shoulders and pressed my cunt hard against him, grinding myself down,
needing to feel his cock filling every part of me. It was a glorious
orgasm, the best ever and I was blind, my eyes shut tight against
those sensations. My nose was filled with smell of our union, I could
taste the lingering salt of my father's sweat on my tongue. His body
was hard and hot under my fingers, solid like the earth itself. My
ears filled with our joined hearts, beating together it seemed as my
breasts were flattened against his chest.

And in the middle of all that I felt my father cumming inside me and I
fell away completely. His sperm jetted against my cervix, his cock
throbbing against the velvet walls of my clasping sex. I somehow found
his mouth with mine and we were joined, lips to lips and cock to womb.
Hearts and minds, all of us entwined for a single purpose, to give our
love expression. To create something new and alive and beautiful
within me.

I couldn't know if I was pregnant with my father's baby or not, but
while I was there, in the moment, it seemed to me as if I must be. It
was perfect in every other way, so that had to be what I was feeling.
It wasn't just an orgasm, it was conception, a miracle happening
inside my body and my father had given it to me. Just as he'd given me
everything else I'd ever needed or desired, he was giving me that, and
I showered him with kisses and tears while he held me tight in his
strong loving arms.

"Thank you, Daddy." I smiled, out of breath and filled with euphoria.
There was no other word for it.

"That was nice." He smiled and he was feeling it too, pleasing me with
his typical modesty.

"Is that what it's like with mom?" I asked, not to tease him, or to
beg comparison, but only because I wanted to know.

"Sometimes." My dad nodded.

"Me too." I licked my lips. "With Katrina."

We were quiet for a moment, and then my dad spoke hesitantly. "About
your friend..."

"Peter?"

"Yeah, Peter...He can do something about the pictures?"

"Yeah, Daddy. He's really good." I nodded. "A good friend too."

"I guess its okay then." My father looked into my eyes. "I'm just...I
wish I was free like you want."

"You're perfect." I kissed him again. "You'll see everything before it
leaves the house, this is our safe place. This room, this house.
Nobody will ever know, daddy."

"Okay." He agreed, but I knew inside he was very concerned.

He hadn't agreed just because we had sex, or because it was right or
wrong. He'd agreed just because he was my dad and he'd never been able
to say no to me. My mom could, but not my dad, not for long. I'd make
sure he was safe; Peter was trustworthy, I knew that. He was like my
brother and I loved him. Peter would understand and we'd be fine.
Everything would be fine while we were in our house, locked away from
the hypocritical real world where nobody ever made love to their
daughters.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"Good news..." I walked into the kitchen giggling and clapping my hands.
"I talked to Daddy and Peter can stay. But we have to see every single
picture before they go to Amy...What is that?"

"Uhhh...Grape jelly." Peter smiled at me.

Katrina was on her hands and knees and my mom was eating grape jelly
out of her ass. The whole kitchen was a mess now, at least the floor
was, covered with everything from dill pickles to maraschino cherries
and what had to be a whole can of whipped cream dripping from
Katrina's tits as she blushed over her shoulder at me.

"And you call me weird?"

"Lesbian food sex...A porn site isn't complete without it, Susan."

"I was going to have Katrina clean me up..." I frowned.

"My mouth is clean, Mistress." Katrina giggled and my mom still hadn't
bothered looking at me, she was eating grape jelly like a fiend,
digging it out of Katrina's ass with her tongue while Peter took
pictures.

"I'm going to have to download these pretty soon anyway." Peter
nodded. "I filled four gig already, I'm running out of memory sticks."

"You need to slow down." I laughed. "Shoot some video."

"Video of what?"

"I'm going to tie Katrina down, punish her for being so messy." I felt
my dad's sperm running down my thighs. "Then she can lick me clean,
which she'd be doing right now if she was any sort of real slave."

"Mistress." Katrina pouted.

"Slave-Daddy's taking a shower, go upstairs and wash his back, Slave-
Mommy." I pulled her mouth away, just to make sure she understood me.

"Mistress, yes." My mom nodded and her lips and cheeks and even her
nose was purple and sticky with grape jelly.

"And you, I guess the kitchen is as good a place as any..." I pointed at
the small round table. "Get on the table, Katrina, on your back."

I went to the family room to find Katrina's suitcase. I hadn't looked
through it yet, but I was reasonably sure she'd packed the
necessities. Katrina hadn't brought clothes, she'd brought toys, and
knowing her, she'd brought a variety of clamps and clips and not a few
restraints. She must have had a good time with airport security.

"What's going on...Uh, Mistress?" Jim was just coming inside as I was
carrying the suitcase towards the kitchen and he was flushed and
sweaty and a little bowlegged it looked like.

"I'm going to tie Katrina down." I looked at his cock, which was still
nicely swollen. "You want to fuck her, slave?"

"God yes, Mistress." My brother nodded eagerly.

"Well bring this and follow me." I dropped the suitcase where I stood
since I wasn't going to carry anything so long as I had a slave handy.

Katrina was on the table and she knew what I wanted. It was a
rectangular one, not very big and just used for coffee really, just
about four feet long I suppose, maybe three feet wide. Almost square,
but not quite, and Katrina had spread her arms and legs in
anticipation of me restraining her to the legs at each of the four
corners.

"Well, let's see what we have..." I opened the suitcase after Jim had
set it on the floor and smiled.

"Oh, you brought all kinds of goodies." I giggled. "Slave-brother,
before I forget, go find that buttplug...Where'd you leave that?"

"Uh, in the family room, Mistress."

"Go get it, we need to plug Katrina." I looked at her, bending
slightly to see between her legs. "She looks lubed enough for it
anyway."

"Yes Mistress." Jim grinned and sort of limped out of the room.

"War wound?" Peter asked me, following Jim with his eyes, and I
laughed.

"Sorta. Nine inch dildo and a pissed off wife."

"Ouch...When do I get to meet her?"

"Soon." I promised and Katrina was giggling at us.

"Here we go..." I pulled out a length of silky nylon rope, just one
eighth inch diameter and very strong, flexible, and soft. We had a ton
of rope, all bundled up in our storage room back home, and Katrina had
just grabbed one and tossed it in the suitcase. Rope was handy for all
kinds of things and we went through the stuff by the mile probably.

I found a knife easily enough, being in the kitchen, and started
cutting it into four separate lengths, each about three feet long,
maybe a little more. Rope was one of those things you never wanted to
underestimate with, so I always gave myself extra.

"I'll be checking you every half hour, okay?" I looked at Katrina and
she nodded. We were both very experienced with this. "Let you loose
every hour..."

"Yes Mistress."

I was going to make sure she wasn't bound too tightly, because even
what seemed to be loose bindings could restrict blood flow, especially
with her legs and arms down the way they'd be. Joints could swell,
wrists and ankles, and so loose restraints became tight and restricted
blood flow even more...So I'd check her often and let her loose so she
could stretch. It was possible to go longer than an hour, and we often
did, but if there was no need for it then that was our normal routine
with bondage of this sort.

It made for a good cushion, a good comfort zone for both of us,
especially once we started doing heavier things. If I was whipping
Katrina's cunt, for instance, I didn't want to be worrying about her
ropes.

"Here's your buttplug, Mistress."

"My buttplug?" I stared at my brother and he widened his eyes.

"I didn't mean...I'm sorry, Mistress."

"I should make you wear it, slave." I stared at him and Jim looked at
the plug, which was a very large one.

"Uhhh...Yes, Mistress."

"Give it to me." I shook my head. "It probably isn't big enough for
you anyway, now."

Jim just looked down and Peter was chuckling, even Katrina giggled a
bit and I'd humiliated Jim enough probably.

"Peter's taking pictures of Katrina tonight, so if you're in frame
he'll make sure no one can recognize you."

I'd explained this to him previously though, when Jim had met Peter at
the hotel. I wanted to make sure my brother knew we were serious about
it though. I had yet to introduce Peter to Cheryl, but I seriously
doubted she'd have a problem with any of it. So far as I knew the
woman didn't really care what her family thought of anything, but of
course posing for porn pictures was something that would make a dent
in a lot of possible futures.

"This should feel good." I grinned at Katrina and had the girl put her
legs over my shoulders. "Want some pictures, Peter?"

"I'm here..." He nodded, aiming his video recorder at Katrina's jelly
stained ass. It had a bright light and that was rather helpful.

"This will make your brother's cock feel real big, won't it Katrina?"
I teased her, working the smooth red tip of that buttplug into her
anus slowly.

"Yes Mistress." She had her eyes closed, wanting to relax as much as
possible, but this wouldn't be bad for her.

"Here we go...Nice and...Easy..." I pushed slowly, with a constant easy
pressure and Katrina's well prepared asshole opened right up for that
plug, which was just quite a bit thicker than even Jim's cock at its
widest point.

I felt it pop inside, more than saw it, and the red toy was suddenly
pulling at my hand as Katrina's sphincter tried to shut tight behind
it. I pulled my hand away, spreading her ass wide for the camera so we
could see just the wide thin rubber base pressed against her ass.

"Thank you, Mistress." Katrina let out a breath and wriggled her hips
a little. She was fine with that and smiling up for the camera.

"That's a first for us. Grape jelly lube, it doesn't just taste good,
it's fat free." I grinned for Peter and all the people who would
download our video. "Time for some bondage 101...Follow me..."

I spent the next ten minutes tying Katrina's arms and legs to the
table, leaving her some slack so she could move a few inches in any
direction, and making sure the knots weren't too tight for her. I used
simple bows for safety, quick release if I had to get Katrina up in a
hurry and we were all set. Katrina was comfortable enough, her head on
the table at one end, her butt on the edge of the table at the other
end, spread eagle with a big buttplug stretching her ass.

"Now, you can clean me up..." I grinned and Katrina nodded as I climbed
on top of the table. It was a real one, an old farmer's table,
incredibly heavy and strong. Probably a hundred years old and good for
two hundred more at least.

I pulled up my skirt, smiling for the camera as I revealed my lack of
panties and the obvious wetness spilling from my clean shaven sex.
Daddy had put a lot of cum inside me and it was a thin milky stain
down both of my thighs. But there was more inside, a lot more, and it
would be thick and rich and still warm from mixing it up inside my hot
cunt with my own orgasm.

"Have you ever tasted sperm, Katrina?" I was straddling her head,
facing her feet and I gave her no time to answer as I lowered my sex
to her hungry mouth. I smiled at the camera. "I just got fucked."

Peter grinned and gave me a thumbs up, moving from my happy face down
to Katrina's mouth as she worked her way inside my stretched pussy to
find the hidden treasure buried within.

"Ahhh..." I sighed, and smiled at Peter's camera. "Katrina is such a
good cunt lapper."

"Go ahead and fuck her now, slave." I told my brother, because he was
watching us intently and his cock was aching, I could tell. The head
glistened wetly with precum and it was all the man could do to keep
from touching it.

"Thank you, Mistress." Jim nodded and he wasted no time, just walking
right up to Katrina's open sex and rubbing his cock across her pussy
briefly before Peter filmed it pushing slowly into her tight little
pussy.

She'd be especially tight for him now, with that large buttplug up her
ass and Katrina gave a muffled moan into my cunt as I rocked my hips
slightly. She was getting it from both ends now, my brother and my
father, albeit second hand in Daddy's case, but that was pretty
exciting for me. Katrina was digging into my pussy hard with her
tongue, cleaning me nice and this was something I'd never had her do
before, mostly because on those occasions when I had sex with a man I
always made sure he used a condom.

This was the first time in years, literally, that I'd felt a man
cumming inside me and I hadn't realized how much I'd missed that odd
sensation. I wondered if Katrina appreciated yet the meaning of her
Mistress having a load of Daddy's potent sperm inside her fertile
womb. She knew I wasn't on the pill, she'd also know I was in the
middle of my cycle. If it hadn't hit her yet, I thought it would soon
enough, and that bit of knowledge warmed me all over as I watched my
brother pound his cock eagerly into Katrina's unprotected womb.

We were off to a good start and it wasn't even dinner time.



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