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Bride of Motherfucker
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
Adults Only.
See chapter one for codes and synopsis.

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Bride of Motherfucker

Chapter Four


Ginny, being suspended from school like she was, had come over shortly
after breakfast looking for me. She'd found our father instead and I'd
gone upstairs to take a shower. I probably should have made it a cold
one.

I could smell her. The over-ripe smell of sex radiating from Ginny's
pores. She hadn't cleaned herself at all and I imagined my half-sister
full of our father's cum and I wanted her, I won't deny it. Just
seeing her brought back a flood of memories, most of them good, and
not only that but the emotions as well. I remembered loving her,
kissing her face and taking Ginny's virginity, feeling her innocence
being torn by my cock without even knowing who she really was.

I'd not only fucked my sister, I'd made love to her...and fallen in
love, because that was my curse.

"He told me you wouldn't be home until later," Ginny told me,
fidgeting with the belt of our dad's bathrobe.

"It is later," I said, glancing at the alarm clock next to my bed.
"I'm running late."

"Are you mad?"

"Nope."

"We just kinda started hugging and then, um...He kissed me," she said,
determined to explain why she'd been fucking our dad. "He reminds me
so much of you, I couldn't help it."

"I bet," I nodded. "I think his dick is just a little thicker than
mine though."

"Jimmy!" she pouted.

"Mine's longer though," I shrugged. "So it all works out okay."

"Why are you acting this way? I love you!"

"Ohhh..." I rolled my eyes as I fixed my tie in the mirror, wondering
why the wrong end kept coming out too long. "You're gonna fit right in
around here, Gin."

"What? Why?"

"You love your brother and fuck your dad," I sighed. "Might as well go
back home and pack. Plenty of closet space in Dad's bedroom now."

"Don't talk to me that way!" Ginny crossed her arms over her tits and
puffed like a little steam engine. "It was just sex."

"I've heard that one before."

"He told me you hit him last night," she said, changing the subject as
she sat down on my bed.

"Yep!" I smiled because I finally got the knot right.

"Why?"

"I can't tell you," I said. "Family secret...Oh wait! I guess I can,
huh?"

"You're not very funny."

"I kinda am," I grinned at her. "I gotta go."

"Go where? Jimmy! What's going on?"

"I'm having dinner with Wendy and her parents," I told Ginny
seriously. "We're getting married, I think."

"What?" she swallowed hard.

"I can't see you anymore," I sighed. "I tried to tell you before.
You're my sister, okay? I love you, but not like that. Not anymore."

"Because of Wendy?"

"Because...Yeah," I agreed, taking the easy way out and it wasn't a lie
anyway. "I love her and I don't want anyone else, Gin."

"But I love you!" She blinked her eyes quickly. "Why are you being so
mean to me?"

"I just want to be your brother," I said, sitting down next to her and
knowing I shouldn't. "Don't cry. Come on...I'm sorry I was mean."

"I don't want to be your sister," she whispered and Ginny's face had
fallen into a sad, trembling frown.

The girl's eyes were wet and I felt helpless as I pulled her close to
me, hugging her gently and only wanting to do the right thing.

"It's not my fault," she cried softly into my chest, wrapping her arms
around me while I tried to shush her.

"I know," I breathed, kissing her hair and nodding, stroking her back
through the soft terrycloth of her robe.

"I can't help it," she sniffled and kissed my shoulder beneath the
dress shirt I wore. "I've always loved you."

"Ginny, don't..." I whispered, glancing down to see the bathrobe had
fallen open above her waist.

Her left breast had fallen free, pushing outward like a large, pale
tear with her swollen nipple begging for someone to nurse on it. Ginny
kissed my neck and her hands roamed up and down my back, much like
mine were caressing hers. I felt the ache in my gut, the desire that I
didn't want welling in my heart as it beat quickly. She smelled like
sex, that sweaty musk odor that filled my mouth as much as my nose,
and her body felt warm as a furnace next to mine.

"Make me feel better," she sighed, holding her mouth open and pulling
her bottom lip across my chin. I felt her humid breath, tasted it on
my tongue as I breathed the girl into my lungs.

"I can't," I begged her. "We have to stop."

"No," she decided and that one word echoed through our kiss as I
pushed my tongue inside Ginny's mouth and shoved her backwards to lie
on the bed.

Something about her always made me want it rough for some reason and
we kissed with reckless abandon while Ginny fumbled blindly with my
trousers and I pushed my hand between her damp thighs. Her pussy felt
hot and wet, her pubic hair matted against the unbelievably soft swell
of her sex. I cupped her vulva and slipped my middle finger between
Ginny's greasy labia, finding her loose and slippery with cum. I
fingered her squishy cunt until she had my pants open and my erection
free, and I took her immediately.

I pushed her legs open and upwards, spreading the girl for my cock
while she held me in her hands, pulling me to her well-fucked hole.
When I thrust inside her, Ginny felt much different than she had the
last time we'd made love. Her pussy felt snug and comfortable, but not
nearly as tight as I remembered her being. I had no idea how many
times our dad had fucked her and I didn't bother to ask.

We didn't say anything at all, but only made love as if our lives
depended upon it. Ginny wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled at
my shoulders, urging me to fuck her as hard as I could. I suckled on
her tongue and rammed my cock between her already cum soaked folds,
churning our father's semen into a milky froth that spilled around the
plunging shaft of my prick and down Ginny's upturned ass.

Her tits were flattened beneath me, her nipples burning through my
shirt as they seemed to grow with her excitement. We couldn't kiss
anymore, but only groaned and gasped for air, lapping at each other's
skin like dogs while we rutted mercilessly. She'd had her father and
now took her brother inside her incestuous womb and Ginny's hazel eyes
gleamed with lusty adoration as they stared into mine. I felt lost
inside her, or bound to her, I should say. She held me with her eyes
and arms and legs, and especially with her cunt as she clasped herself
around my throbbing prick.

Ginny came with a whimper, quietly cumming with her ass bouncing on
the bed. She rocked her hips with the effort of meeting my thrusts and
I licked and kissed her ear, biting her gently while the walls of her
sex seemed to ripple with pleasure. I came a minute or two later,
spurting violently into the depths of her pussy while we continued to
move. I couldn't stop fucking her, not until my orgasm was completely
finished and there was nothing left to give. Ginny had drained me
physically and emotionally as I lay on top of her, breathing hard and
smiling with the euphoria of our climax.

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

"You're late," Wendy pouted and she looked fantastic!

I just stood in the open doorway and stared at her.

"Stop it!" she giggled nervously. "Come on. Mom and Dad are waiting."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Sorry. I just...Wow!"

"Where have you been anyway?" she wondered, smiling happily at my
reaction as she took my arm and started walking me towards the dining
room.

"I was, um...having trouble with my tie," I said, looking down as if to
make sure I was wearing one. I didn't want her to see my guilty face.

"It looks nice," Wendy assured me and then lowered her voice. "I think
they're gonna say yes, so don't blow it."

"Really?" I smiled at her, forgetting all about Ginny for a moment.

"Yeah," Wendy giggled again and raised her eyebrows playfully. "I love
you so much, Jimmy."

"I love you too," I whispered just as we entered the dining room and
suddenly realized we were really doing this and I felt so nervous I
wanted to puke.

Dinner was nice, but I didn't have much appetite and I spent most of
it trying to be the man Jerry wanted for his daughter.

"Well, I know you're a good hockey player, Jimmy," he said towards the
end of the meal. "But what are you going to do if you don't get
drafted or you get hurt?"

"Heaven forbid," Wendy's mom said quickly, smiling pleasantly and
pouring me another glass of iced tea.

"I think I'll get some scholarship offers and I know hockey won't last
forever, so I'll get my degree first," I said slowly. "And Wendy's
going to college, right? So we'll be together and, um..."

I wasn't very comfortable and I wished Wendy would say something, but
I guessed this was between me and her dad.

"She was planning to go to college," he nodded. "A baby isn't going to
make that easy though. How are you two going to manage a family and go
to school...and play hockey, all at the same time?"

"Uh..." I cleared my throat, "...I guess we'll go to college here and I
know my parents can help us."

"And you guys too, right?" Wendy smiled at her parents. "We can go to
the university and we have the apartment already. Jimmy's parents said
we can stay there as long as we want."

"Of course, we'll help as much as we can," her mother replied, "but
we're both working and your parents work, so..."

"Yeah, but my mom is having a baby too and I think she's talking about
getting a nanny," I said. "You know, to watch the baby when she goes
back to work and, um..."

"Karen wants to hire an au pair," Wendy explained and I didn't even
know what that was, but I guess her parents did.

"Oh!" her mom smiled. "That'll be nice then and she can watch your
baby too. Is that it?"

"Yeah," Wendy agreed. "She'll be a grandma, so she's really excited
about it."

My mom was gonna be a grandma? I almost choked on my tea. She'd be the
most fuckable grandmother in the city, no doubt about that! Of course,
most of this was just make believe really. Wendy and I had spent the
day getting our story straight, in between all the sex, I mean. We'd
be in trouble if our parents ever got together to compare notes, but
after the last get together, that didn't seem too likely. They
probably wouldn't see each other again until the wedding and by then
it would be too late, except we'd still be in trouble.

"Don't remind me," Jill sighed with what must have been some mixed
emotions; she was going to be a grandmother too...If Wendy got
pregnant.

"I still don't understand why you have to get married now," Wendy's
dad said some twenty minutes later. "You're only sixteen. You don't
have to rush into these things."

"I want a legitimate baby," Wendy said. "I want it to have Jimmy's
name, Daddy."

"You can change its name after you get married," he countered.

"But what will people think?" she asked, biting her bottom lip and
looked almost tragic. "You know what they'll say about me if I have a
baby and I'm not even married."

"Wendy..." her mom said gently, patting the girl's hand.

"All the kids at school will think I'm a slut," Wendy said and I
glanced at her father with a nervous swallow. "The boys are going to
think they can...Well, they'll think I'm easy or something."

"Easy?" Jerry frowned at that word, but probably slut was the one he
really didn't like.

"Maybe they won't say it to my face, but that's what they'll think,"
Wendy continued. "And I'm not just worried about my reputation, Daddy.
You're the one who says how important family is to your job, right?"

"Well," he coughed lightly.

"Mom says you're going to be a vice-president someday..."

"We're hopeful, dear," her mother said. "You're father's working
hard."

"I know," Wendy nodded. "But if I have a baby and I'm not married,
Daddy...What are they gonna say?"

I didn't really know much about insurance companies, but apparently
Wendy had a good point. Probably that's why she'd been so worried
about just that one video of her and Chris having sex...not to mention
all the ones that came after that! Having a pregnant, unmarried slut
for a daughter wasn't going to be good for her dad's career, judging
by the look on his face.

"We're going to get married anyway," Wendy said, smiling and looking
at me as much as them. "You know that and we're not running away or
trying to hide anything. We love each other and this way we don't have
anything to be ashamed of."

Man! She really knew how to talk to her parents and I always knew my
girlfriend was smart, but she even had me convinced we were doing the
right thing. Except I'd fucked Ginny twenty minutes before ringing
Wendy's doorbell and I hadn't figured out how I was supposed to marry
anyone if I couldn't even be honest with her. Like some people imagine
suicide, I sat there thinking I should just stand up and tell Wendy's
parents that I wasn't worth their daughter's love.

I mean, I was feeling it, you know? Guilt. I hadn't even cared that I
was getting sloppy seconds from my sister after she'd fucked our dad.
And I had to sit there, dressed in my still damp suit after I'd washed
the cum out of my trousers, and pretend as if I was the best boyfriend
in the whole world.

My girlfriend is the biggest slut in school and I'm a cheating bastard
who fucks his own sister. And his mother. And what the hell...I like
fucking my faggot brother too. In fact, I like fucking him the most
because he looks so darn cute in a dress! What do you think of that? I
wanted to ask.

But I didn't. I just sipped my iced tea and smiled a lot.

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

"Are you going to see Kylie?" Wendy asked me after we'd sorta snuck
upstairs, but her parents knew we wanted to talk. They wanted to talk
too, so it all worked out pretty good as long as they didn't hear the
bed squeaking or anything.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Can I borrow these?"

"You wanna borrow my flowers?" Wendy gave me a dubious smile.

"Please?"

"Yeah," she laughed and kissed me on the mouth. "Kylie's right, you're
so hopeless."

"I'm just broke, that's all," I shrugged. "What are they gonna say?"

"They'll say yes," Wendy said and I liked the way she had her arms
around my neck. "I already picked a day."

"Yeah?" I smiled back at her. "When?"

"A week from Saturday."

"That's pretty soon," I blinked at her. "I think I have a hockey game
that day."

"What?"

"I'm kidding," I rolled my eyes. "Practice starts on Monday though,
so..."

"So I'm gonna be a hockey widow?" she pouted. "That's a dumb sport
anyway."

"Why?"

"You guys don't even have cheerleaders!" she said with a grin and I
laughed at her.

"That's why hockey is better than football," I replied. "Everybody
knows that."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We had to kiss then, like it's a rule or something that when you say
you love someone...you gotta kiss to prove it. I'd kissed Ginny and she
was still in my head and I'd buried the guilt pretty deep, but I felt
it wanting to get loose. I'd fucked her and I wasn't sure why, except
I loved her, but I loved Wendy more than anyone. I had to tell her and
I almost did, which would have been really insane! It would be better
not to say anything, I thought, and hope it never happened again...
Except I knew it would.

"When you fuck Kylie, make sure she cums first, okay?"

"Huh?" I blinked at her.

"Just, you know...Make her feel good," Wendy shrugged. "Let her cum
before you do. It's important."

"Uhhh...I don't even know if we're gonna..."

"Whatever!" Wendy giggled. "And I want you to give her something for
me..."

"Give her what?" I asked just before she gave me a seriously raunchy
tongue fuck of a kiss. I almost dropped her flowers.

"That," Wendy breathed a minute later, licking her lips and smiling
happily.

"Okay," I nodded, catching my breath. "I can give her one of those."

"And make sure Kylie knows it's from me!"

"I'll try to remember," I said as Wendy mocked a pout and like a
drowning man, I was ready to grab any chance to save myself. "Hey,
um..."

"What?" she asked. "You'd better get going."

"I know, but..." I swallowed hard. "Why do you like Kylie? I mean, why
is it okay for me to like Kylie?"

"Uh..." Wendy grinned at me. "Maybe because she's my best friend and I
love her?"

"I know. Yeah. Just..." I made a face as I tried to find the words,
looking for the key that would fix the ache in my gut. "I love her
too, so...How come you don't care?"

"You mean, how come I'm not jealous?" she asked and I nodded. "How
come you're not jealous?"

"Because she's a girl mostly," I said. "I mean, it's not like you're
gonna dump me for Kylie. Right?"

"Probably not," Wendy teased me with a giggle. "She'd make a good
lesbian though. She's got her own little dildo!"

"What?"

"Totally life-like too," she continued. "It even squirts!"

"Wendy!" I made a face.

"You're serious, huh?" she sighed, smiling and playing with my hair.
"I guess, because she's your brother."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded and then broke into another happy grin. "You're not
gonna dump me for Kylie, right?"

"So it's okay because she's my brother," I said slowly. "Alright."

"Why?" Wendy narrowed her eyes suspiciously and she knew me too well.
"You're thinking about your mother? Jimmy...You can't change your mind
now."

"I know," I nodded quickly.

"That's why were getting married, remember?" she said, watching my
face carefully. "She thinks it's her plan, but it's our plan now. As
soon as we're married, we're going to tell them. Right?"

"Right."

"They can't fuck us anymore, Jimmy." She stared at me. "You have to
tell her."

"I already told her," I said. "Kinda."

"Oh...Well, good!" Wendy smiled at that. "How did she take it? I bet she
was mad, huh?"

"I don't know yet," I shrugged. "It's complicated."

"I know," she sighed. "She isn't gonna make it easy, but you can do
it. I love you, Jimmy."

"I love you too." And then we had to kiss again and all I could think
about was Ginny. She was my sister too, just like Kylie, and I didn't
really have anything to feel guilty about...Did I?

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

"Pssst!"

I'd just parked my car on the street in front of Kylie's house and
gotten out of it when I saw her kind of hiding behind a tree.

"Come on!" she giggled, running barefoot across the yard and that
grass must have been cold.

"What are you doing?" I wondered, whispering the words because the
neighborhood seemed so quiet.

She didn't answer and I had to hurry after the girl, slipping through
the kitchen door and down the stairs to the basement as quietly as I
could.

"Wendy called me," Kylie explained with a little shiver and she only
wore a long, white nightgown. The sort you expect to see on little
girls and grandmothers, not on teenage boys, but Kylie wasn't a boy at
all.

"Oh," I nodded, smiling dumbly the way I do around her sometimes. She
looked pretty adorable and Kylie must have gotten ready for me in a
hurry, fixing her hair and face, and she smelled like lilacs again and...
Yeah. I loved her.

"Are those my flowers?" she wondered with a smile.

"Uh-huh," I agreed. "It's, um...a Sweetheart Bouquet."

"They're nice," she said, taking them from my hands and giving me a
tiny kiss almost, but not quite on the lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I smiled, praying that Wendy hadn't told the girl I
was giving her used flowers. That would've been kind of bad.

"How's your hand?"

"It's feeling better," I shrugged, watching Kylie put her flowers on
an old end table cluttered with magazines and junk. The finished
basement was pretty well lived in and comfortable and all that.

"Let me see it," she insisted and I kind of didn't want another
massage; that had hurt! But my hand had felt better afterwards too.
And besides, I just wanted to touch the girl, you know?

Mostly I watched Kylie's cute face as she concentrated on my fingers
and still swollen knuckles. She looked a lot like our dad. A lot like
me too. We had the same color hair, except Kylie wore hers around her
shoulders and it had little curls and waves like her mom's. High
cheeks and a small mouth, naturally swollen lips like most girls can
only buy. Fuck!

She looked awesome and her nightgown had ridden up her smooth thighs,
pale and creamy and soft as butter. I couldn't see her panties and I
wished Kylie would move just to get the hem a little higher. I wanted
to see if her dick was as hard as mine right then, and I know how
faggy that sounds, but even Kylie's penis looked girlish and sexy now
that I'd gotten used to the idea. I really hoped I wasn't turning gay
even though I knew I wasn't.

"Is that better?" Kylie asked, looking up suddenly and catching me
with my eyes fixed on the shadow between her thighs.

"Huh? Yeah," I flexed my hand slowly and it did feel pretty good.
"It's great. Thanks. Um...Can I give you a massage?"

"You want to?" Kylie giggled. "Do you know how?"

"Well, how hard can it be?" I grinned. "Not your hand though, I mean...
Like a real massage."

"I don't know," she sighed, teasing me with her warm brown eyes. "My
mom could come down here and..."

"Really?" I glanced over my shoulder just to make sure the woman
wasn't sneaking up on us. I really didn't trust her anymore.

"No!" Kylie laughed again. "She's already asleep probably."

"Oh," I smiled. "So, um...Do you want to?"

"If I say no, are you gonna make me?"

"No way," I blinked at her. "Kylie, I'll never make you do anything
again. I swear."

"I don't know," she sighed.

I honestly couldn't tell if the girl was teasing me or not. Maybe she
didn't even know, because I'd really abused her trust and it couldn't
be easy to forgive a thing like that. I really hated myself sometimes.

"Wendy said you were supposed to give me something," Kylie said
slowly, changing the subject while she tried to decide. "What is it?"

"Oh, um..." I licked my lips. "Maybe I shouldn't give it to you yet. She
didn't tell you what it is?"

"Uh-uh," she shook her head. "What do you mean?"

"I just, uh..." I smiled nervously. "I don't want to make you mad."

"What?" Kylie looked confused. "Wendy gave you something to make me
mad?"

"No, she won't make you mad, but if I give it to you, uh..." I shrugged.
"You might get mad at me."

I frowned because that didn't make any sense at all, even to me and I
thought I knew what I was talking about!

"Why?" she wondered, smiling nervously and I could see the curiosity
growing in her eyes. "Just give it to me."

"No, I better not," I said in a teasing voice.

"Jimmy!"

"You'll just get mad and I'll have to by more flowers and..."

"I won't get mad!"

"Yes you will," I sighed with a sad, innocent smile.

"What is it?" Kylie finally demanded, crossing her arms over flat
chest. "If you don't give it to me..."

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Yeah! I promise."

"Cross your heart and hope to die?"

"Jimmy!"

"Okay," I agreed reluctantly. "But you have to close your eyes first."

"Why?"

"I dunno," I shrugged. "That's what Wendy said. You have to close your
eyes and then I can give it to you."

"God! It better be good!"

"Hey, it's from Wendy, so don't blame me if..."

"Hurry up!"

"Are your eyes closed?"

"Jimmy!"

"Alright, alright...Just, um...Don't move and let me, I gotta, um...Hold
on..."

"What are you doing?"

"This..." I whispered, taking Kylie gently by the shoulders as my mouth
found hers.

She jerked slightly and opened her eyes as my tongue slipped between
her surprised lips, but she didn't try to stop me or anything. I tried
to give her the same deep, passionate tongue fucking French kiss Wendy
had given me and after a few seconds, Kylie seemed to melt against my
chest, putting her arms around me and pulling me against her slender
body while we made out.

Kylie's tongue played with mine, licking and teasing me while I moved
my hands down her shoulders, along her sides to the girl's tiny waist.
I wanted to touch her all over and feel her bare skin. I tugged at her
nightgown, pulling it upward to expose her thin panties. When my hand
cupped her sex, Kylie gasped into my mouth and offered me a push of
her hips, thrusting her hard little cock against my hand.

I played with her as if Kylie had a real pussy, rubbing her crotch
through the cotton and feeling her panties growing damp with
excitement. We didn't stop kissing and I wondered how I ever could
have hurt her the way I had. I loved Kylie so much and I wanted to
prove it to her somehow. I nibbled her lips and suckled the girl's
small tongue while I slipped my hand inside her panties. She moaned,
shivering and clutching my shoulders as I wrapped my gentle fist
around her girlish erection and began stroking her up and down.

We finally did have to break our kiss, but only because Kylie wanted
to pull her nightgown over her head. I kissed her nipples as they
appeared, small and dark and pointing outward eagerly. They were
amazingly hard and I kissed one and then the other while I massaged
her cock and played my thumb around the exposed glans. Kylie cradled
me to her chest, so smooth and soft and looking like a pre-teen girl's
more than a boy's. I took one of her nipples between my lips, pinching
it that way and washing the smallish nub with the tip of my tongue.

Kylie writhed with her approaching orgasm and I really didn't expect
it when I felt her small pink cock pulsing beneath my fingers. She
pulled me to her mouth, kissing me almost frantically as I kept
stroking her spurting sex. The girl's hot cum had erupted across her
quivering tummy and spattered on her tits at first, but then slowed so
that most of it covered my hand. I didn't care at all. We were too
busy making love with our mouths and eyes, watching each other as we
kissed almost lazily after our torrid start. I caressed Kylie's wet
cock, massaging semen onto her satin soft skin and even lower as I
fondled her sexy balls.

"Take off your clothes," she whispered with a breathless giggle, and
her fingers were already working to loosen my tie and unbutton my
shirt.

"You're not mad?" I asked, knowing she wasn't, but wanting to enjoy
the moment.

"I promised, remember?" Kylie smiled at me. "Hurry up...I want you to
give something to Wendy for me..."

"I can do that," I breathed, bending my mouth to her left nipple where
a small puddle of Kylie's semen had landed. I kissed her skin and
tasted her cum warm and salty and I didn't really care if it made me a
fag or not. I loved her.

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

"Jimmy?" Mom stretched and blinked at me in the soft light of my
bedside lamp. She'd fallen asleep naked and alone in my bed...our bed...
and it was almost exactly midnight. The perfect time to have a mother
and son heart-to-heart.

"Where's the videos," I asked her gently, sitting beside her and
brushing golden hair from her spectacular blue eyes.

"What? Where were you?" she pouted. "I was waiting."

"Wendy's movies, Mom...Where are they?"

"Do you want to watch them?" she smiled sleepily. "Have you been
thinking about her?"

"Yeah," I said  and that was the truth, but probably not as my mom
imagined. "I want to see one."

"Alright," she sighed, stretching again and this time pulling the bed
sheet down far enough to expose her perfect tits. Jesus! She looked so
beautiful on the outside, but on the inside...I really didn't know what
she was. But she made me feel hungry and not just for her body. I had
a hole in my heart only she could fill and I somehow had to ignore it.

"Where are they?" I wondered as she sat up, looking around for her
bathrobe and I found it for her.

"The videos? In the apartment," she told me. "I knew you'd be
curious."

"Yeah," I smiled back at her.

"We can watch my favorite one," Mom said with a happy giggle. She'd
woken up quickly and I could hear the excitement in her voice.

"Which one's that?" I asked, but Mom shushed me.

"Come here..."

She led me by the hand towards the master bedroom, but I'd already
taken a look in there so I wasn't surprised.

"...Your sister is making herself right at home, isn't she?" Mom teased
me and I couldn't tell if seeing Ginny naked and curled up in Dad's
arms made her happy or angry.

"I guess so," I sighed and my own feelings were very mixed.

Part of me wanted Ginny for myself, even though that had to be as
crazy as my idea that Wendy would somehow forgive me for loving the
girl. Another part of me thought maybe this would turn out to be a
good thing. If Dad  liked fucking his daughter so much, maybe he'd
forget about fucking his daughter-in-law. Ginny, I thought, might
actually be a genuine stroke of luck for all of us. Or fate maybe? I
was becoming a big believer in that idea.

The apartment had been built above our three car garage and it wasn't
very large, but hardly tiny. My parents always talked about renting it
out to some college kid or something, but they'd never gotten around
to it and now I understood why. They'd been using it for the last nine
months or so to film my girlfriend while she fucked my friends and
there I was, visiting the scene of the crime.

"There's still a lot of junk in the bedroom," Mom told me, explaining
why the small living room had a bed in it. "We'll have to get it ready
for you and Wendy, won't we?"

"Yeah," I nodded, hearing the irony clear as day. "Pretty soon."

"Did her parents say yes?" Mom wondered, turning on the television and
the DVD player beneath it. It sat on a metal stand positioned opposite
the bed so someone could watch it while lying down.

"They will," I told her, not sitting or anything, but standing there
and watching as Mom unzipped a CD album and it looked to be full of
DVD-R discs with hand printed labels stuck to them.

"Let's see...Brian, where are you..." Mom sighed, flipping through the
pockets quickly.

"Brian?" I blinked at her. "Brian Gilcrest?"

"Yeah," Mom smiled at me over her shoulder. "He's so handsome...Oh! Here
you are!"

Brian was a senior and the quarterback of the football team and I knew
he had a thing for Wendy. He'd asked her out more than a few times and
it always burned me, even though Wendy totally blew him off. I just
didn't like the guy at all and now I had to watch him fuck my
girlfriend?

"Are those all the movies?" I asked as Mom put the DVD into the
machine.

"A lot of them, huh?" she laughed lightly and grabbed the remote off
the top of the television. "Sit down, Jimmy...Get comfortable. This is
going to be fun."

"No, I mean...Are those the only ones? You didn't make copies or
anything?"

"Copies?" Mom looked suspicious for a second. "Why?"

"Uh, I don't know," I shrugged. "I just...You know, maybe I might want
some for myself."

That sounded weak, but maybe only because I knew I'd never want to
have anything to do with those stupid things.

"Oh!" Mom grinned at me. "No, we didn't make any copies."

"Okay."

"It's not the kind of thing we'd want to lose track of, you know?" She
scrunched up her nose and I nodded. "But we can watch these anytime
you want, Jimmy. I won't mind at all."

"Great," I said with a forced smile and by that time Mom had decided
to help me get comfortable.

"Mmmm..." she sighed a minute or two later, pressing her body against
mine. "These past few days have been so crazy, I know."

"Yeah," I nodded, sliding my hand over Mom's naked skin, over her
deftly rounded hip and along her thigh.

I'd promised myself I wouldn't do this anymore and my heart really
wasn't in it, but I'd needed to find out about those videos. They were
all there in that one CD album, eighteen DVDs full of Wendy, each of
them containing two or three different scenes. Like the one playing in
front of us right then.

Brian Gilcrest, a big, blonde, good looking guy I'd known for years
and never liked, opening the door to the apartment carrying a large
cardboard carton full of...I didn't know what. It didn't matter. A big
excuse that my mother had given him apparently as he stopped halfway
through the door and smiled at Wendy.

"Uh...Hi," he said, shifting the box and looking around as if someone
might be playing a joke on him. "Jimmy's mom asked me to bring this up
here."

"Oh yeah?" Wendy said, but I couldn't really see her face. She was
laying on the bed, on her side propped up on her elbow and wearing her
cheerleader outfit.

"Yeah," Brian nodded. "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for Jimmy," my girlfriend sighed. "But he had to go to work,
so...I'm just bored."

"That sucks," the guy said with fake sympathy and I frowned at the
television as Brian finally decided to put the box down and close the
door.

"What are you doing?" Wendy wondered, playing with her hair the way
she does when she flirts with me.

"I don't know," he chuckled. "I thought it was kinda weird Jimmy's mom
calling me, but..."

"But what?"

"I'm glad she did," Brian said, walking towards the bed. "Man, if you
were my girlfriend..."

"Hmmm?" Wendy teased him. "What if I was?"

"You wouldn't ever be bored," he told her, sitting down on the
mattress, close to my girlfriend's tummy and she didn't move an inch.

"I don't believe that!" she giggled.

"No?" Brian turned slightly, looking like he wanted to touch, but not
really sure if he should or not. "You don't believe me?"

"Uh-uh," Wendy shook her head. "You gotta prove it."

"Prove it, huh?" he nodded. "What about, uh...Jimmy?"

"What about him?" my girlfriend shrugged and I felt an ice pick
slipping into my heart. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?"

"I guess not," the boy agreed, touching Wendy's bare thigh and
stroking her slowly.

"But you gotta promise," Wendy told him. "You can't tell anyone,
okay?"

"Tell them that we...Kissed?"

"Maybe," Wendy sighed. "Maybe that we...fucked?"

"Uhhh..." Brian nodded at that and I wanted to punch the grin off his
face.

"Do you wanna fuck me?" Wendy asked in her teasing little girl voice.

"Oh yeah!"

"Then you gotta promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise," Brian agreed. "I won't say a word, Wendy."

Mom giggled in my ear, making me jerk as I felt her hand squeezing my
cock and I couldn't believe I had an erection, but I did. After all
the sex I'd had that day, I wouldn't have bet a nickel my dick would
get hard again, but I shouldn't have underestimated my mom either.
She'd been kissing my neck and chest, rubbing her tits against me
while I'd been watching Wendy's little seduction scene play on the
television.

I looked around the room, trying to figure out where the camera had
been, but then the angle changed suddenly as Brian started undressing
my girlfriend. There were two cameras, maybe even more than that, but
now I could see Wendy smiling and looking beautiful as the boy pulled
her skirt down her long legs. She lifted her butt with a giggle,
helping Brian pull her cheer shorts and thong panty down as well.

"She's good, isn't she?" Mom whispered, jerking me off slowly while
she dragged her tongue across my chest. "A natural born slut."

"Yeah," I breathed, unable to tear my eyes from the screen while Wendy
undressed Brian.

She pulled his t-shirt over his head, kissing his stomach and playing
her tongue around his belly button. He had more hair than I did, but
Wendy didn't seem to mind. She kissed his muscular body as she
unbuckled the boy's belt and unsnapped his jeans. I watched her kiss
Brian lower and lower as she worked his pants and underwear down until
his cock sprang free and slapped Wendy on the chin.

My girlfriend giggled and caught his prick quickly with her mouth, not
even holding him with her hands, but only sucking the head of Brian's
cock while he kicked his knees to pull his feet free. The video
quality, I have to admit, was excellent and even the sound was better
than I would have expected. I could hear Wendy sucking wetly on the
boy's cock, swallowing and making all the sloppy wet noises a girl
does when she's really into it. Brian held her head, pushing with his
hips as he fucked my girlfriend's face and I could feel the bile
rising in the back of my throat.

"Ummm..." I groaned softly and glanced down to see my mom's lips
stretched around my cock and she'd started making a little noise as
well. But then she pulled off it with a small frown.

"Jimmy..." Mom looked at me and licked her lips, squeezing my cock as
she held it to her nose and kinda sniffed at it. "What have you been
doing tonight?"

"Shhh..." I smiled and pushed her mouth down once more, holding her head
with both hands just like Brian was doing with Wendy on the
television.

"Mmph!" Mom narrowed her eyes, but she started washing me with her
tongue and that felt pretty incredible.

"Just keep sucking, Mom," I told her gently. "I want to watch the
video."

I figured I'd tell her later that she was cleaning Kylie's asshole off
my cock. My sexy half-brother had given me a real great fuck too. I'd
ridden her ass long and hard and that make-up sex stuff was awesome!
I'd gone balls deep for fifteen minutes probably before pumping the
girly boy's horny rectum full of spunk. Mom could taste it too and
knowing that made me feel sorta sick maybe, in the perverted way, but
I liked it as well. She'd made Wendy eat her ass; now Mom could eat
Kylie's. It seemed pretty fair to me.

As much as I enjoyed watching my gorgeous mother deep throat my fat
dick, I had to watch Wendy fuck Brian. It felt like punishment and I
didn't really enjoy it very much. I watched my girlfriend mouthfuck
the boy for a long while. Christ! Ten minutes maybe? Fifteen? I was
almost ready to cum myself by the time Wendy finally got her just
desserts.

She'd gotten onto her back and Brian had sort of lain above her on his
hands and knees, sliding his cock between Wendy's taut lips like he
was doing push-ups. The girl kind, you know? And I wanted to clock
that bastard so bad I could taste it! Wendy could taste something too,
I was sure, and I stared at the television as the most beautiful girl
in school pulled the quarterback's spurting prick out of her mouth and
jerked him off all over her face. I mean, she just lay there smiling,
stroking his prick an inch from her nose as Brian's ball juice painted
Wendy's face white.

The camera, a third one I should add, even zoomed in to get a close-up
of Wendy's cum covered cheeks and nose. The stuff was even in her hair
and a large puddle formed in her left eye. That must have been
annoying, because she blinked and wiped it away quickly with her
finger. So somebody must have been watching, controlling the cameras
from somewhere else. It wasn't much of a trick, after all, I just
hadn't realized the trouble my parents had gone through to turn my
girlfriend into a pornstar.

"I wanna fuck you," I breathed, feeling myself on the edge of cumming.
I think Mom had just been playing with me for a while. She could've
made me cum anytime she wanted.

"Mmmph!" Mom agreed, giving my cock one last suck before pulling the
smooth head from her lips with a wet popping sown. "Yeah. Fuck me
good, Jimmy...I've missed you so much, baby."

"I wanna do it like them," I said, looking at the television and Wendy
was getting on her hands and knees for the boy.

"Doggy style?" Mom giggled. "Woof!"

That made me smile, but I had a different idea as Mom rolled over on
the bed and took a position much like Wendy's. She got on her elbows
and knees with her head down, facing the foot of the bed and the
television beyond so we could watch my girlfriend get fucked. And like
Wendy, my mother had a perfect ass! Like she should have been bent
over in a museum for all the little school kids to admire on a field
trip, you know?

I held my wet cock in my fist and rubbed the head up and down Mom's
dripping slit while she wiggled her butt with anticipation. Fuck! She
was wet as hell and when I split her puffy labia the juices spilled
over my cockhead like water. I almost thought she was pissing on me,
but she wasn't. Mom was going to cum any second. She'd pushed herself
to the edge as much as she had me and this was gonna be a short,
fantastic fuck!

"Ow! Fuck! No!" Mom yelled as I adjusted my aim quickly and pushed
hard!

"Ohhh Yesss..." I hissed between my teeth as I felt her unprepared anus
stretching around my cock and she couldn't keep me out. It was like
Pearl fucking Harbor except better because nobody got hurt...except
Mom.

"Jimmy! Ow!" She tried too clench her asshole tight, but that only
made it better as I felt the unbelievably warm flesh of her rectum
grabbing my dick and sucking on it like a baby.

I pushed so hard that my mom collapsed, lunging forward as her legs
straightened so that her chin fell off the edge of the bed and she
stared at the floor while I threw my cock at her bowels. I wasn't
going to stop until I had every inch of her asshole wrapped lovingly
around my prick. I held her shoulders, pushing her into the mattress
to make sure Mom didn't try to do anything silly, like get away from
the sensation of having a huge, hard cock rammed balls deep inside her
butt! She seemed so small, so perfectly proportioned and utterly
beautiful, and I seriously doubted anyone had ever dared fuck my
mother's ass before. That should've been a sin.

"You like that, Mom?" I asked, grunting the words and punctuating them
with a sharp slap on her ass.

SLAP!

"No! Ow! Jimmy!"

"You like getting ass fucked?"

SLAP!

"Stop! It hurts! Ugh! N-Nugh!"

"I fucked Kylie's," I told her, pulling back for a brief second and
then driving into her even deeper than I'd been. "She loved it!"

"Oh! God! I never...Ugh!...did this...Ah!"

"I know," I groaned. "Fuck! You're tight, Mom! I...love...fucking...your...
ass! Ohhh!"

I started cumming then. I couldn't help it. My mother's virgin ass
gripped me so tightly it almost hurt. She'd been pretty dry, even with
all the precum leaking from my dick and the juices from her cunt that
I'd tried to lubricate myself with. That hadn't helped very much at
all, but now that I was dumping a hot load of boy cum in her rectum,
it actually felt a lot like a nice, tight virgin pussy. I knew I'd
never get tired of fucking her that way and I laughed crazily as I
started moving slowly, fucking my mother's sweet asshole with long,
delicious strokes that made my mouth water with lust. I only hoped
that my dick would stay hard long enough to finish the movie.

I wanted to share the big climax with my bride-to be.

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

Epilogue

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded bride, to love and
cherish in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, until death
do you part?"

"I do," I replied with the barest nod of my head, looking into my
mother's brilliant blue eyes as they filled with tears.

"And do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband, to honor
and obey in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, until death
do you part?"

"I do," Ginny whispered, looking past my shoulder to see our father
standing nearby with the rings. She was crying as well and I gave her
fingers a reassuring squeeze.

When I kissed the bride I gave her a little tongue, knowing our Dad
would understand.

It was a nice wedding, if a little small maybe, but we were new in
town so we didn't know a lot of people yet. Minneapolis seemed nice
enough anyway and we were living in the suburbs, of course. I'd gotten
a full scholarship to play for the Gophers and everyone agreed we had
a pretty good team lined up for the coming season. I wouldn't be a
starter yet, but a man can't have everything and it would happen soon
enough. I really was a damn good hockey player, you know.

"I'll be right back," I said to Ginny, but she barely noticed as she
leaned close to Dad. She hadn't pulled his cock out of his tuxedo yet,
but I figured they'd be headed upstairs soon.

"Don't be too long," Mom whispered, letting her hand slide off my
crotch as I stood up from the table.

We were having the reception at the Radisson and it was nice enough.
Most of the guests were strangers, people that Mom worked with at the
bank or Dad knew from the brokerage where he'd taken a position as an
assistant vice-president. I smiled and accepted all the
congratulations and not just for getting married. There were a lot of
hockey fans in Minnesota. I liked that a lot and we were going to be
right at home in our new city, I could tell.

"Congratulations, Motherfucker."

"Thanks," I grinned at Wendy and looked her up and down.

Fuck! She looked even better at eighteen than she had at sixteen and I
felt that happy kick in the balls I'd been missing. I wasn't sure
she'd actually come to the wedding, but you know what a girl will do
when someone has fifty sex videos of her? Anything you want her to,
she hadn't lied about that.

"Hey Jimmy," Kylie purred and she looked amazing too and I didn't
think anyone would mind if I gave my brother a serious tongue fucking
French kiss.

Half the men in the room had been trying to pick her up, and Wendy as
well, which struck me a little weird, but the champagne was flowing
and that's what the reception is for right? Unfortunately for all
those poor bachelors, eligible or otherwise, Kylie and Wendy were both
seriously taken and they largely ignored the weak pick-up lines and
come hither looks they were getting.

"Ummm..." I smiled, licking my lips and holding Kylie close because her
perfect B-cup tits felt so good as they rubbed my chest.

"You can let go of my fianc� now," Wendy told me with some annoyance.

"She's my brother," I teased the girl. "And it's my wedding day...I can
hold her all night if I want."

"You can do more than that, if you want!" Kylie giggled and I rolled
my eyes, letting her go with a serious ache in my gut.

"So are you guys getting married before or after?" I asked, catching
the eye of one of the waiters and waving him over.

"Before," Wendy told me, rubbing her swollen tummy and smiling at
Kylie. "We want a legitimate baby."

"That's what you always said," I agreed, taking two glasses of
champagne off the waiter's tray and handing them to the girls. "You
can have one glass, right?"

"I think so," Wendy smiled sweetly, but she was still kinda mad at me
for breaking up with her a week before our wedding.

You'd think after nearly two years a girl would forgive a guy almost
anything, but not that, I guess. Just like I'd watched all fifty of
her videos and realized I couldn't ever marry a cheating cum hungry
slut like Wendy. It wasn't so much the fucking that really bothered
me, it was the raw joy on her face every time some idiot with a pencil
dick shot his wad all over her face or tits or ass. Wendy didn't just
like it, she loved it! And I couldn't spend the rest of my life with a
girl like that, no matter how much I loved her.

"You're coming to the wedding right?" Kylie asked me around a sip of
bubbly. "I, uh...kinda need a best man."

"Best man at a lesbian wedding?" I grinned at her. "How could I pass
that up?"

"Thanks," Kylie giggled again and Wendy sighed, wanting to look bored
with me and failing. She felt it too, I know she did. We couldn't be
in the same place at the same time and not want to fall in love all
over again, but...

"I think somebody wants you," Wendy said, looking across the banquet
room at my mom and she did look a little impatient.

Dad and Ginny were already standing up and they couldn't really leave
without Mom and me, you know...That might have looked kind of strange.
Although being the girl's in-laws like they were, maybe I was just
feeling a little paranoid. Anyway, Dad had gotten his vasectomy
reversed and they were eager to start a little family, but trying to
figure out exactly how we'd all be related to the baby...I needed to
drink more!

"Hmmm..." I smiled at Mom and nodded, telling her to be patient. "I
guess we have to consummate our vows."

"I bet!" Kylie gave me a little tongue. "Where are you going for your
honeymoon?"

"I think Dad's taking Ginny to Hawaii," I shrugged. "Mom and me are
just going to Niagara Falls, you know...Tradition."

"You're so hopeless, Jimmy!" my brother sighed, taking a deep breath
to show off her tits beneath the lavender bride's maid gown she wore.
They were less than a year old, so...

Ginny had asked Wendy to be a bride's maid too, but my old girlfriend
had politely declined the honor. I guess I could understand that and
Ginny hadn't been very disappointed anyway. Those two girls had never
liked each other very much and after Dad dumped Wendy for his
daughter, well...You know. It's tough being a teenage girl, I guess.
Wendy was okay though and I knew she and Kylie were totally infatuated
with each other.

"I don't see Ginny's parents anywhere," Wendy said. "They didn't want
to come?"

"Hmmm..." I smiled sheepishly. "I think their invitation got lost in the
mail."

"Heh!" Kylie grinned at me and she knew Ginny's mom would have never,
ever agreed to let us get married.

It's the only reason we'd waited until Ginny had turned eighteen...and
then moved halfway across the country to a completely different city!
So far as I knew, Ginny's mom had no idea her daughter was getting
married at all and that was probably for the best, all things
considered. Wendy had wanted to rat us out, but Kylie had talked her
out of it and that's what brothers are for...even the ones who wear
dresses.

"We're all meeting for breakfast in the morning, right?" I looked at
the two of them. Kylie nodded and Wendy shrugged and I sighed.

"As long as your dad's paying," Wendy said and Kylie gave her
girlfriend a dirty look.

"I'm really happy for you two," I told them seriously, meeting Wendy's
eyes with mine and I wanted to say something more, but it was too late
for that and I had to save my strength anyway.

I loved my mom and we really wanted to make another baby on our
wedding night.


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end of Motherfucker (Complete)
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