She snatched up a ring, at random I was sure, and held it up while the vibrator churned up her cunt. The buzzing felt incredible around my cock, massaging me, teasing me. I grunted my agreement, not really caring as I savored the sudden surge of pleasure rushing through my body.
“Such a good choice,” purred the saleswoman. She said it to every ring Lee picked up. “A favorite of mine. Princess cut diamond to make her feel like your special lady.”
“She’s that,” I panted, my dick aching in Lee’s asshole. She squirmed from side to side, moving her bowels around my cock just enough to massage me. And that vibrator…
The pressure swelled in my balls.
I savored the heaven of my half-sister’s submissive asshole as we searched through the rings. I found more possibilities while I enjoyed the wonderful bliss of my sister’s asshole. It was so hard not to fuck the little slut’s asshole. To drive her wild.
I turned up the vibration again.
I could just hear the faint humming of the toy now. Lee’s bowels squeezed hard around me. She trembled even more, squirming, teasing my cock. The pleasure was incredible. The rush of surreptitious, incestuous sex was delicious. I enjoyed every moment of it.
Nadine pulled out the next tray. She cocked her head. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“I don’t hear anything,” whimpered Lee. She squeezed and relaxed her bowels around my cock, her anal Kegels giving her such skill with her asshole. She massaged my cock. “Huh, Master?”
“Nothing,” I said. “How are you holding up? Getting bored?”
“I’m just so excited I could burst,” Lee moaned. “This is amazing, Master. All these rings are driving me wild.”
“Don’t hold back,” I said. “If you find something you love, let me know!”
“Yes!” she hissed. “Oh, I will, Master. I’ll let you know… like… like… This one!”
Her voice rang out through the jewelry shop as she snatched up a ring with a clear diamond flanked by smaller rubies. It gleamed in the air as her asshole convulsed and spasmed around my cock. The pleasure surged down my shaft as she massaged me.
“It’s just perfect!” she moaned, her body trembling with orgasmic pleasure. “Oh, Master, let me know if it’s perfect!”
“I think it is!” I groaned, that urge to cum building and building.
“Yes, yes, let me know, Master!” she moaned. “Ooh, and it has a mate!” She snatched up an identical bad with a pink diamond flanked by yellow sapphires. Same platinum band, both rings gorgeous.
“That’s it!” I growled and erupted into her asshole. “That it!”
“Yes!” Lee howled, my sister’s bowels milking my erupting cock. “We found them!”
“Such… enthusiasm,” Nadine said as I fired blast after blast of my incestuous seed into my sister’s asshole.
“Uh-huh,” I grunted. “When you know! You know!”
The pleasure surged through me. My sister’s asshole milked my cock. Every eruption sent pleasure surging through me. The exhibitionist thrill of illicit, incestuous sex burned through my mind. My dick spurted over and over.
Lee trembled. My sister-slave’s delicious bowels felt incredible. The pleasure melted my thoughts. Stars burst. I breathed heavily while she whimpered. The vibrator’s stimulation added the perfect mix of delight and passion.
The perfect accent to my bliss.
“I’ll take them!” I gasped. “They’re perfect for Melody and Pam.”
“Wonderful,” Nadine said, beaming as my orgasm peaked in me.
I felt like a million bucks. I didn’t care about the price at all. Not when I had the perfect engagement bands for my sisters. They would both squeal in delight. It would make them so happy. I couldn’t wait to marry them. Even if it wouldn’t be legal.
Yet.
I would change that. Fix this world. Why couldn’t a man marry his sisters? Marry as many women as he wanted? Why did the government get to stand in the way of our pursuit of happiness? Gay marriage was legalized. The traditional take on the institution had been overturned. It was a right to let us love who we wanted.
I couldn’t wait to argue it.
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April 2nd, 2027 – Detective Nelson Tucker
“Fuck,” I growled.
How did this case peter out? Other than two witnesses, who the prosecutors said wasn’t good enough, we had come up with nothing else. We were running into dead ends to prove that Clint was fucking his sisters. That he had children with his mother. His aunt. Corruption, sexual impropriety, prostitution. There was so much to hang on the bastard and those around him.
It had to be perfect because of his friends. Powerful friends. Politicians, high-priced lawyers, who knew who else. He had networked effectively. It pissed me off. I leaned back in the small room in the bowels of the Sacramento Police Department’s headquarters.
“There has to be something,” I snarled at Sunny. Some angle we haven’t checked.
“What about his wedding to Pam,” said Sunny. “He was supposed to have spiritually married Melody at the same time.”
“You want to get him on bigamy? He’s not using this relationship with Melody in his tax filings or anything else. It’s shaky grounds.”
“No, no, not bigamy.” Sunny leaned forward. My young partner had this eager look in her eyes. “It was in June of 2023, right?”
I shrugged.
“That was four years ago.”
“And?” I grunted.
“Think, Nelson. You don’t just throw a wedding together. There are event planners, the space they rented, caterers, wedding photographers. He had his entire family there. You think that nothing happened? That he didn’t enjoy himself with his sisters? The ones we can prove are his. Zoey and Alicia. And his mother, too. And his aunt. That’s all illegal incest. He might be able to fuck Melody and Lee all he wants since they’re ‘officially’ his cousins, but the others… We just need something. A photo snapped. Eyewitnesses who can testify. The more preponderance of evidence we have, the harder it will be for him to wiggle out from under it. All his powerful friends in the world won’t save him them.
“Start making the calls,” I growled, energized. Sometimes a case was a marathon, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t sprint in the middle of the race to catch up some ground.
To be continued…