December 17th, 2026 — Tad Blake
I squirmed in the backseat of the unmarked cop car. Detective Salvage was driving, the young woman looking fierce with her mirrored sunglasses and pink lips. Her partner was much older, a shadow of whiskers about his face, his brown hair graying. He had the look of an experienced investigator.
The type of man who didn’t fuck around.
Why did they want to speak with me? Had my sister talked about what we did in college? I hadn’t seen Erica since she dumped me on graduation day and told our parents how I had “molested” her. Like she hadn’t been an active participant in our incestuous fucking. She just didn’t like being a slut. She wanted love.
Dumb bitch.
Why didn’t she want to be my slut? Clint had sluts. He paraded them around the campus. Our senior year of college, he strutted around like he owned the place. He fucked his women all over the campus. Especially that slut, Melody.
My parents had kicked me out of the house. The last nine years had sucked because my cunt of a sister didn’t know her place. If she thought to get me in trouble…
Why else would the cops want to speak with me?
I sweated as they drove us into downtown Sacramento. I chewed on my inner cheek. I rubbed at my jeans, my heart pounding in my chest. Blood howled through my veins. My fingers flexed and relaxed.
“What’s this about?” I asked for the tenth time.
Detective Nelson gave me a grin. “Relax, relax. You’re not in trouble. We just want to ask you a few questions. That’s all.”
Right. I bet that was what the cops always said. I leaned back, remembering the best day with my sister. It was in September of my senior year. She let me fuck her in the gym, our first time at the college. I thought she was willing to be my slut.
I just wanted to be like that asshole, Clint.
* * *
September 7th, 2017 — Clinton “Clint” Elliston II
I held my two infant daughters in my arms. They were both three months old, so beautiful in their swaddling. Hikaru, my daughter with Pam, was cradled in my right arm, a white blanket with purple flowers wrapped around her, her skin possessing a slight olive tinge to it, her hair silky black. In my other arm, I held Christie, my daughter with Melody. She yawned as she shifted in her pink swaddling blanket.
“My two, lovely princesses,” I said, rocking them, my voice adopting that high-pitched cooing sound, that gentle volume of voice that everyone used with babies. You can’t help it. I smiled. It was always such a joy to hold my daughters. “Yes, you are. Did you have a good day with Auntie Zoey and Auntie Stefani?”
Hikaru squirmed a bit.
“Yes, you did. I just know you had a great time,” I said. I leaned down to kiss Hikaru on the forehead. “And I love you, too, Christie.” I gave her a kiss. They were miracles. Pam and Melody had given birth nearly at the same time, my half-sisters bringing our daughters into the world. “Love you both. You’re such beautiful princesses.”
“Yes, they are,” sighed Melody. “Ooh, school is so annoying. I’d rather be home with them.”
Pam nodded. She already had her blouse open and her maternity bra unfastened to reveal her round breasts, dark-brown nipples beading with her milk. Melody, likewise, was topless, cupping her breasts, ready to nurse our daughter.
“Looks like your dinner is ready,” I cooed. “Yes, you’re going to love your meal, aren’t you? You’re just like your daddy.”
Melody giggled. “Oh, definitely.”
I didn’t want to hand over my daughters. It was so wonderful to hold them, but they needed their dinner. I handed Hikaru off to Pam, smiling as she cradled our daughter to her breast. Melody scooped Christie out of my arm and kissed our daughter’s forehead before bringing her to a nipple.
I leaned back, watching my “wives” nurse our daughters. We weren’t legally married, yet. I couldn’t legally be married to both of them. I would have to choose one day. It sucked. I should be free to marry who I wanted and as many of them as I wanted. What was wrong with bigamy? With incest?
I should be able to love who I wanted. I hated it. I wanted to change things. At my college and in the world.
I watched Pam settle down on the chair in the nursery, a big smile on her face as she breastfed our daughter. Melody hummed as she rocked gently in place. Becoming mothers had transformed my half-sisters. My two queens were so beautiful.
Downstairs, I heard the front door opened. I stiffened. “That better be Lee.”
“She’s been a naughty girl,” cooed Melody in that singsong voice to our daughter. “Yes, she has. She’s just a brat. Yes, she is. Your Auntie Lee is a naughty girl. Your daddy’s going to have to punish her.”
I sighed. I didn’t want to leave, but I had to deal with Lee. I slipped out of the nursery, leaving behind the two cribs, the pair of mobiles I’d made, and the walls decorated with balloon wallpaper, colorful and fun. I closed the door and trooped down the stairs. Lee, that fucking brat, had vanished after classes were up. Didn’t answer her texts. Held us up from leaving school before I decided to leave her.
I found her kneeling in the doorway naked, her clothing piled around her. She was four months pregnant but you couldn’t tell save her breasts were large now, rounder. She knelt there, her black hair in a pixyish bob around her mischievous face, her phone clenched in her hand. Even kneeling, she had an energetic excitement in her, wiggling back and forth, her breasts swaying.
“Where were you, slave?” I demanded, stopping in front of her. I pulled off my shirt, throwing it down. She stared up at me, this naughty gleam in her eyes.
* * *
Leann “Lee” Samuels
I held out my phone and said, “Master, I was recording Tad Blake fucking his little sister in the gym.” I hit play, showing him where I started recording, showing the brother and sister kissing. “I followed them and was hiding beneath the bleachers while they fucked. It was hot. I knew you’d want to see it. I couldn’t let you know because I couldn’t make any noise and ruin the moment.”
Clint stared at me, his chest bare. He was a muscular guy. Maintaining the house and working out had kept him in shape. He unsnapped his jeans and shoved them down, his cock tenting his boxers. He was always hard these days since he was around all us sexy women related to him. Only Mrs. Hiragawa and Stefani weren’t family.
But they were part of the harem.
“You didn’t ask for permission,” Clint said as he shoved down his boxers. His hard cock popped out before my face. “You held us up. We wasted time looking for you.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” I said. “I made a judgment that you would like to see this.”
“Oh, I would,” he said, smiling. “Set your phone down, march outside, and lie down on your back. You need to be punished.”
“Yes,” Master,” I said and stood up. The “P” word made my pussy so wet. My cunt was on fire. I loved being punished. Humiliated. I savored being spanked and whipped, pissed on and denied my orgasms. If he wanted to discipline me in public, I would cum so hard. I had masturbated in my locker room before all my friends, letting them know I was a slut. I had taken his dick up the ass without lube in the boy’s restroom while they watched.