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THE SLIPPERY SLOPE
by Art Martin
 

CHAPTER 2
SISTER-IN-LAWS
(M/f, cons, M+/f,reluc) 

Jan had been home about twenty minutes when Anne knocked on the door.  "Hi Anne!  Come in. 
You're early.  Where are the kids?"

"Still at the house, swimming and playing grab ass."

"Grab ass?"

"We need to talk.  You know I adore you and my brother and I adore my sweet husband. I love
my kids more than life itself and I love your kids as if they were my own.  I would never ever do
anything to harm any of you."

Jan wrinkled her brow.  "What's the matter Anne?"

"Where do I start?"  Anne fidgeted around, searching for the right opening words.  "For several
months now, when I got home, the house smelled of sex.  I suspected that the kids were messing
around, but I decided that it was just the boys whacking off in their room.  The sheets in their
room seemed to be always stained every afternoon.  Then Jim went on flextime and he started
going home early.  I was relieved and thought that might put a stop to anything going on.  But it
didn't.  The house still reeked of sex in the afternoon and I was finding fresh pecker tracks on the
comforter of my bed."

"What are you saying?"

Anne sucked in her breath.  "Then today when I got home, Don was there."

"That's right, he got off early today."

"After Jim left for the baseball game, I went into my bedroom to change.  I could smell it.  Then
I stepped barefoot in a big wet spot on the carpet.  It was semen.  There were other wet spots, on
the carpet and on my bed.  There was sticky goo in the boys' room."  Jan needed no other
information to assess the enormity of the implications of what Anne was saying.  

"You've let this go on for a while Anne.  You apparently have some misgivings but seem to be
okay with what's been going on."

"I love my husband dearly.  What could I say?  That Jim was having sex with our daughters?  I
wasn't at all positive that that's what was happening."

"Bullshit!"

"I mean I never caught them in the act."

"And Don?"

"He was there today."

"Oh!"  After a reflective pause Jan added, "Well, I love my husband too... God, men can be such
stupid jerks."

"You're taking this very calmly Jan.  I'm glad.  What are we going to do?"

"What can we do?  Turn them over to the cops?  Ruin everybody's lives?  I don't think so.  What's
done is done."

"I should've seen this coming.  For years Jim and I would fantasize that we were in a threesome
or a group fuck.  It seemed to intensify our sex."  Anne snickered, "You won't believe who our
fantasy couple was."

"Me and Don?"

"Yeah, you and my brother.  Jim's had the hots for you for a long time and me, I adore Don, he a
cute, cuddly, hairy bear of a man.  If he wasn't my brother, I'd..."

"You and Don?  Me and Jim?"

"Why not, you and I get after it whenever we can."

"That's different."

"Not really, Jan."  Anne tenderly kissed her sister-in-law on the lips.  Jan returned the kiss and
stroked Anne's breasts while Anne's hands explored Jan's firm ass. "I love my family."

"Me too."

"Secrets can destroy a relationship.  The guys have to know that we know.  We've got to make a
decision.  Accept it or stop it.  I know I've asked you this Jan, but when did you first start having
sex?"

Jan had never told the truth about it to anyone.  She had previously told Anne that she had her
cherry picked at thirteen, and that was true, but she never went into the details. Anne knew she
was always holding something back.  Jan was still hesitant. 

Anne's hand drifted up the back of her sister-in-law.  "I started having sex when I just turned
fourteen," began Anne.  "You've told me you started when you were thirteen.  Our daughters are
thirteen and fourteen.  Let me tell something about myself.  When I just turned fourteen, I fell in
love with an older guy.  He was in high school.  He seemed so much more mature than any of the
dorks that were my age.  I met him walking home from school one day.  He walked me home.  I
thought he was the coolest guy in the world.  ]

"Next day he walked me home again.  This time as we cut through the woods, he led me off the
trail to a small, secluded clearing.  He made love to me and I lost my virginity.  I was madly in
love.  Every afternoon he'd walk me home and every afternoon we would screw up a storm.  I
loved it!  I wasn't on the pill yet and the only thing I asked of him was to use a rubber so that I
wouldn't get pregnant.  Most times he had a rubber, sometimes he didn't.  I let him fuck me
anyway, trusting that he wouldn't shoot off inside me.  

"Doing it in the woods, however, was a little dangerous.  Don, being a nosy little brother, started
following us so we just started going straight to his house.  He lived only a few blocks away with
his father, his mother had disappeared or something and so no one was ever home.  We'd fuck
and then I'd walk home alone.

"The day before we were to move to Poplarville, I went over to his house.  He was waiting for
me dressed only in a pair of striped boxers."



"What the fuck took you so long?"  he demanded, his irritation with her delay evident in his
voice. "Where the hell have you been?" 

"I couldn't get away, Brad.  I had to finish packing.  I told Mom I had to go tell Rita goodbye."

"Good, she won't be looking for you," he said with a smirk.

"Oh, Brad, I'm going to miss you Baby.  Hold me Brad.  Make love to me."

"Sure Baby.  I'm going to miss fucking you too.  You're such a good screw.  Seeing that this will
be our last time together, I have a surprise for you."

"Really?  You're so sweet!  What is it?"

"First I want you naked, so get the fuck out of those clothes!"  Brad began unbuttoning her
blouse and soon had her stripped down for action.  He dropped his boxer shorts and kicked them
across the room.  He plopped down on the sofa, wagging his soft cock at her.  "Okay slut, how
about a blowjob to get things started?"  

Anne loved sucking his cock as much as anything and she knelt down before him.  She licked his
soft cock and his balls.  He was semi-erect when she sucked in the head of his dick between her
lips, lavishly mouthing it.  

"Hmmm, baby you suck cock soooo good!"  He became rigidly hard and she slid her lips over his
stalk, taking his glans deep into her mouth, then she slowly pulled up, dragging and flicking her
tongue across the underside of his dick.  She felt a hand slide across her bare ass.  

"Mmmmphh!" She started to pull up but Brad grabbed her by the hair and held her in place. 
Then she felt other hands, gliding across her exposed buttocks, running up her crack, stroking
her crotch and pussy.  She couldn't see who was there, but caught the glimpse of several bare
feet and hairy legs to either side of her.  The adrenaline poured into her system.  She struggled to
get free but he held in place by her hair with ease.

"Here's your surprise slut," he said wickedly.  "I'm going to give you something to remember me
by...Okay boys, fuck her!"
 
"Mmmmphh!  Mmmmphh! Mmmmmmpppphhhhh!"

"Shut the fuck up slut!  Remember, you're my little whore.  Now relax and enjoy it.  Besides,
you'll even get paid for it today.  Come on guys, who's first?"

"I got a jack!"

"Fuck!  Five of diamonds.

"I got the king of hearts!"

"Nine of spades."

"One eyed Jack!  I get sloppy seconds, you're third Tinker!"

"Shit!"

"Hot damned, I get her first.  Hmmm, she's not been fucked today has she?"

"Get on with it," growled Brad.  "Fuck her!"

She saw a dollar bill hit the sofa next to Brad.  

"First I'll have me a little taste of her fresh pussy."  Anne felt a large hand take liberty with her
sex, penetrating between the folds of her labia.  A camera flashed and she heard the whir of the
Polaroid.  "Man, this slut's all wet and juicy already.  She's ready for a fucking!"  He removed his
fingers.  "Mmmmmm!  Smells so sweet, tasty too."   He drew his finger down her slit again and
then wiped it across her nose.  "Wanna smell yourself baby? Here guys take a wiff." 

"Hey, look, she's blushing!" 

"Oh man, great picture!"

"Come on, get on with it."

His middle and index finger penetrated her vagina and then he pressed his thumb into her anus. 
He gripped her perineum and then he shook her.  Leaving his thumb up her ass, he pulled the
other fingers from her pussy and stroked her clit. 

As humiliated as she felt, the manual stimulation of her genitals had an immediate effect and
unwanted passion began rising in her. She started breathing hard.  He pulled his hand away from
her crotch.  She wanted to scream, 'Don't stop!' but was only able to mumble with Brad's dick
down her throat.   Then she felt him rake his dickhead up and down her slit and across her
asshole. The camera flashed again.  She started to struggle again but Brad held her firmly in
place by her hair.  The strange cock head shoved aside her outer lips and sank deep in her pussy. 
Anne cried out in despair, "Mmmmppphhh!"   The raping cock sawed in and out of her pussy,
fucking her with the grace of a rutting hog.  Anne was mortified at being raped, but her body
soon betrayed her as the first of countless orgasms swept over her.  

"God damn!  What a pussy!" said the rapist.  "Ahhhh!  Ahhhh!" 

 At first she was only dimly aware of the warm liquid shooting into her cunt, but she soon
realized that he wasn't wearing a rubber and had just cum inside her.  Panic set in again.
"Mmmmphh!  Mmmmphh! Mmmmmmpppphhhhh!"  The first guy pulled out.

Brad growled, "You like that slut?  There's more to come, so to speak." 

"I'm next!"  Another dollar bill fell on the sofa.  She felt another dick penetrate her and furiously
pump away.  She tired to resist but she couldn't help herself as she came again.  There was
another flash of the camera and then she felt another splash of hot jism flood her love tunnel.   
One after the other they paid their dollar, fucked her and shot their loads into her now
continuously contracting cunt.  

After the fifth guy had pulled out Brad said, "Remember guys, you have to fuck her with a
rubber."

"Rubbers?  Who said anything about rubbers?"

"Oops!  Sorry slut, I forgot to tell them," Brad said with a chuckle.   He pulled her head up and
off his dick.  "Oh well, too late now.  Come on babe, it's my turn."  Brad grabbed the dollar bills
lying on the couch and let them flutter back down while mocking, "Hey lookie here whore.  You
made five bucks today!  I get mine free so get up and sit on my dick.  No, not facing me, face
them so they can see your tits!  Come on baby, I need to get my rocks off too.  Oh, yeah.  Man
you're loose today!  Slippery too!"

Anne had her first look at her assailants.  The camera flashed. She didn't recognize a single one
of them.  Two boys started sucking her nipples as she fucked Brad.  The camera flashed
preserving the moment for posterity.  A third guy climbed onto the couch and shoved his uncut
cock in her face.  "Suck me whore!  Suck me good!  I'm the King of Hearts and I get your ass
first today!" The camera flashed.

With her pussy contracting and squeezing his dick, Brad didn't last very long before he
ejaculated.  She felt his dick throb and felt the warm liquid squirting deep into her womb.  "Oh,
sorry Baby.  I came in your pussy.  Oh well, too bad."  Her despair was complete, and she began
sobbing.   "What the fuck is your problem?"

She pulled away from the strange dick in her mouth and sobbed, "You didn't use a rubber!  I'll
get pregnant."

"That's your problem.  Now shut the fuck up!  Get down on the floor!  That's right, like a dog! 
Okay King, you're first.  One eyed Jack, you get a blowjob."  Anne found herself being picked up
and deposited on the floor.  She was hardly down when the King's dick roughly shoved up her
ass.

"Please, easy!' she began. "not so...mmmphh!" a cock cut her off.  The camera flashed.  She
resigned herself to the fact that she might have been impregnated.  There was absolutely nothing
she could do, these guys were going to use her however they wanted and she had no say in the
matter.  All she could do was either suffer or relax and enjoy herself.   Relax as dick after dick
ravished her body.  Relax and fall headlong into an abyss of sexual pleasure.  As a sexual
experience, being gangbanged was certainly intense.  Being gangbanged by complete strangers
was something else again.  She realized that after today, she would never see any of the guys
again, so what the hell?  

She thought that they would all just fuck her one after the other in ass before changing up.  But
after King shot his wad up her ass, One Eyed Jack wanted her pussy again.  He lay on the floor
and ordered her to sit on his dick and fuck him while he played with her big tits.  Her pussy was
burning with the need to be filled and she wasted no time plunging down on his cock fucking
him with wild abandon, driving her swollen clit down into his wiry pubic mound each time she
drove his cock deep into her vagina. 

The camera flashed.  After that moment she was swept away in a tidal wave of shameless lust, a
willing participant in her own degradation, unrestrained by any inhibition or sense of morality. 
Low Jack pushed her forward and took her in the ass as One Eyed Jack continued to pummel her
pussy.  Exaltation swept through her as she was double fucked for the very first time.  Again the
camera flashed.

After the Jacks were spent and had dismounted her she tried to crawl across the floor to suck on
Brad's dick, which he was waving at her like a dog toy.  The camera flashed.  She didn't get far
before 'Nine' skewered her behind again.  The camera flashed.  He rolled her over, with him on
the bottom and her on top, face up, legs splayed apart for 'Five' who ran his dick into her
spasmodic pussy.  The camera flashed. 'Nine' didn't have to thrust at all.  Through the thin
membrane of her rectum he could feel 'Five's' dick thrusting in and out, all the while rubbing the
sensitive underside of his dick.  He just lay there, only occasionally thrusting and allowed his
buddy to jack him off while buried in her ass. 

"What the hell's going on here!" a loud gruff voice boomed.  Five stopped thrusting and froze. 
Anne tilted her head back.  There were two older men, wearing dirty overalls and hardhats, fresh
from a hard day's work.  

"Hi Dad!" said Brad.  "We got a little slut over here today.  She'll fuck you for a dollar."

"Who the hell is this?"

"A slut I've been fucking everyday for nearly six months.  She's moving to Poplarville tomorrow
and we're having a going away party for her."

"A dollar?"

"One dollar.  You can fuck her how ever and as long as you want.  It doesn't even need to be a
new bill.  An old sweaty one will do just fine."

The two older men looked at each other.  They gazed down at her with unconcealed sexual
hunger.  The second man reached for his wallet and pulled out two bills.  "My treat Harry."  

The fucking went on for hours.  Finally at nearly 10 PM, Brad's dad ran everyone out of the
house, as he had to get some sleep.  Anne dressed and Brad showed her to the door.  "Oh, here's
your seven bucks.  You earned it."  He shut the door.  

Ann was so sore that she was barely able to walk back home.  The semen of seven men, leaked
from her cunt and asshole. She felt ashamed because she enjoyed it so much.  At the same time
her gut tied in a knot, knowing that the sperm of all seven men were swimming upstream in
search of an egg.  She vomited.  

Dragging herself into the nearly vacant house that had been her home since she was a baby, her
annoyed mother began to scold her for staying out so late.  Her mother stopped in mid sentence
as the odor of sex filled her nostrils.  "Oh, my god! You little tramp!  Get in there and take a bath
before your father sees you!"

Anne finished her story.  "The next few months were a living hell, Jan.  Mom put me on the pill
immediately, not that it did any good.  I missed my period.  I was sick with worry.  I couldn't
face my family.  When my father demanded, "Who is the father?", what was I supposed to say?  I
didn't know who was the father.  If I said Brad and the paternity test proved otherwise, what
would I do?  Fortunately I miscarried before anyone knew anything, including Mom.  I didn't
have sex with a man for years afterward.

"Point is I enjoyed the sex, I loved it, I craved it.  I was in love, or so I thought, and I thought he
loved me.  In reality he used me like a dog.  When he was finished with me he cast me aside like
a dirty rag.  That wasn't love, it was pure lust.  Our daughters are fucking our sons and husbands. 
That is surely driven by an unbridled lust, but I have no doubt that true love is there also.  I'm
sure that none of our boys would harm the girls.  Have sex yes, but use them the way I was used,
no, not ever.  If my girl is going to have sex, and she is, I can't stop her.  I'd just as soon that she
do it with someone who truly loves her unconditionally like her father, her uncle and her
brothers and cousin."

"I see," said Jan.

"Because of that experience, I only had sex with girls until my senior year in high school.  I was
on the pill but I didn't want to take any chances.  Then one of my girl friend's brothers caught us
in bed.  We had three-way sex.  He was very gentle and he relit the fires of my passion for men.
Turned out she had been screwing her two brothers for years.  It was obvious that they cared very
deeply for each other."

"What about her other brother?"

"I fucked him too without hesitation.  They were great friends and lovers!"

"So your point is...."

"I don't think incest is necessarily all that bad of a thing.  As long as it's consensual and the girls
are protected from unwanted pregnancies, what's the harm?"

"Is that why you fantasize having sex with your brother?"

"You think I'm terrible.  Oh my god!"

"No, no, no!  I'm just...surprised by all this."

"You do, you think I'm terrible."

"No, Anne!  Let me tell you a little story that I've never told to anyone, especially Don.  Don't
you ever repeat any of this."

"You can trust me."

"I know, Anne, I do trust you.  I love you, Jim, the kids and especially Don.  You know how
delicate men are and this might hurt him."

"Jesus Sis, what did you do?"


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