It's been an exhausting session of StuCo followed by quiz bowl practice, and the sun is low in the sky when Alabaster finally gets back home from North High. A surprising sight is there to greet him. His little sister Rose is lying on the cold tile of the foyer, on her back, candy-pink hair splayed underneath her. She's naked. Her legs are spread and raised, calf over thigh. She has her hands in the crook of her knees to keep herself braced. She's facing the front door, so far akimbo even her twitching pink asshole is on display. This pose is as awkward to keep as it looks, her tummy creasing at the belly button and her balance just slightly off, so she seems to rock slightly side to side. "Welcome home, Ally!"
Alabaster contains his confusion and gives off the appearance of nonchalance. He lets his schoolbag down from his shoulders, but his eyes are fixed on his nude little sister, on her genitals and her soft fat tits. "Couldn't wait?" He asks.
She smiles. "Mom figured you must have had a long day. She wanted me to be ready and waiting to warm your cock up for you."
Drawn by the sound of conversation, Scarlett herself comes in. Alabaster meets her eyes, but his words are directed at Rose. "Wasn't that nice of her."
"I didn't expect you to be this late or I'd have put down a pillow for her," Scarlett says. She folds her arms. "Call us next time!"
"That's it, then? Rosie's been relegated to cock warmer?"
Rose excitedly nods. "Mm-hmm!"
"She makes a pretty good one, don't you think?"
Alabaster is already undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans as he asks, "did you want me to fuck her right here on the ground?" And Scarlett is watching him undress with undivided attention as she responds, "you can fuck her wherever is most convenient for you. She belongs to you. I just wanted her to be ready for whatever you had in mind."
"Did you take your pill today?" Alabaster asks.
Rose's face is vacant, her jaw slackening as she thinks it through. "Oh..." she says. "Shoot." Then, brightening: "Want me to run and take it quick?"
Alabaster pulls his underwear down and steps out of them. "We'll worry about that later. Mom's right. I could really use a cock warmer right now."
Rose grins and spreads her legs just so slightly wider for Alabaster. Alabaster's cock is soft yet, but there's been some bloodflow. It hangs heavy and half-engorged, meaty, dark, between his legs. And exposed, it starts engorging even further, stiffening and waking up for action. Scarlett's breath hitches as she watches her son's erection grow to its full proportions. Involuntarily she licks her lips.
He gets down on his knees between Rose's legs. Wrapping his fingers around the root of his cockshaft, he gives Rose's cunt some quick wet slaps with it. Aerosolized droplets of her cream fly up in arcs. She smells so fucking good when she's wet: sweet and dirty at the same time. He's so hyper-focused on that lovely little-sister scent, and the sight of his foreplay, that he startles a bit when he feels hands down by his waist. It's his mother. Scarlett wants him fully naked. Planting slow kisses on his cheek from behind, she pulls his shirt up at the hem. Alabaster dutifully raises his arms so she can get it off of him. She tosses it aside and sets to kissing him again. He returns it. Meanwhile she gently pushes Alabaster's hand off his cock so that hers can replace it. She gives her son's prick some long, sensuous, deliberate and continuous strokes. Alabaster's precum drools out of his tip and drizzles across Rose's mound like syrup over a stack of pancakes -- thick, messy.
"You'll cum in her, right?"
Alabaster's eyes are half-lidded. He gazes almost drunkenly back at his mother. "You should make sure she's waiting for me like this every day. I love coming home to a couple fuckholes."
"You already come home to nine of them every day," Scarlett says. Her voice is so low it's like she's whispering. "Rose, Cerise... me. We're your private fuckholes."
Alabaster sticks his cock in his younger sister. She squeaks in pleasure and surprise. Scarlett milks Alabaster at the root with a couple more squeezes but finally lets go of him so that he can fuck her all the way inside, just the way he likes.
"She does have school too, you know," Scarlett says. She perches her chin on his shoulder to watch the incestuous mating session. "Plus her own set of after-school clubs. She can't be home early every day just to wait for you."
"So pull her out of school."
Scarlett grins. "She wouldn't get into college. She wouldn't even be able to get a job."
"Cock warmer is a good career path for her."
"Older brother's cock warmer," Scarlett muses. "Of course."
"Or you could be the one waiting for me every day." He lewdly sneaks a hand behind her and gropes her butt through her jeans even while he thrusts slowly inside Rose. Scarlett laughs at the molestation. She lays a hand over his, not to fight him off -- but to press his grip even harder to her backside while their tongues mingle.
"Yes, I could do that for you," she tells him. "Knocking mommy's pussy up is a much better after-school hobby than quiz bowl."
He slides his palm up the small of her back only to dart it under the waistband of her jeans and panties. She bites her lower lip, but doesn't fight this new escalation either. Alabaster feels the damp, downy hair of her cunt from behind as he fingers her. As always, her vagina is unbelievably soft, yielding to him everywhere he touches, like something sculpted out of jelly, but hot to the touch. Then her muscles come to life: she always loves to squeeze his fingers with her insides in complexly undulating ways, as if to tempt him with what an awesome prick-milker she can be. She's often more dexterous working on his cock with with her cunt than most girls are with their hands.
"Ally..." Rose whines. Her eyes are perfectly limpid and blue. She looks so innocent, even with his dick buried halfway to the hilt inside her pussy. "Kiss me too..."
So she wants more attention. That's fair, Alabaster figures -- she was the one laid out on the cold hard tile floor for hours. She deserves a reward for being so obedient. Scarlett seems to agree. She pulls back from her son's mauling mouth: "go on. Give her a really good fuck."
Alabaster gets down on all fours, knees and forearms, elbows on either side of Rose's face, hunching over his sister to get the maximum leverage and deepest possible angle on her raw pussy. He's a good boy, he listens to his mother: if she says to give his little sister a really good fuck, he'll give her a really good fuck. He's had enough practice at it. The force of his wagging hips makes Rose slide back and forth on the tile as he brutally mating-presses her. His ass jiggles every time his hips jut back -- hers can only ripple like impact gel. The nasty film of their commingled juices forms a seal around her pussyhole as he pistons in and out. He feels it, how smoothly it coats his cock, her vulva, their pubic areas, how it overflows and dribbles across the floor. It's as wet, messy, and animal as the plap-plap-plap of it makes it sound. Rose wears a mute scream on her face, overwhelmed with pleasure. Alabaster runs his hands through her hair, gripping her, and pulls her by the back of her head towards his puckered lips. They kiss. She puckers too, lets his tongue in and breathes hard through her nostrils, exulting in it. For Alabaster, it positively reeks of bubblegum. He can't get enough. It compels him to drive his cock deeper and deeper, harder and harder into her plump young body. She's so ripe. He wants to make her pregnant.
Rose keeps her eyes closed, lost to bliss, but Alabaster senses Scarlett looming over them and steals some glances up at her. She watches the rutting pair. She's balanced on hand and knees like a tripod, her spine parallel to the ceiling while she worries the fingernail of her other hand. A dark wet spot stains the crotch of her pants. It's running down her inner thighs like she pissed herself. Alabaster stares hard at her. Still tonguing Rose, he gives Scarlett a mischievous expression and adjusts his pace inside his sister so that it's slower, more forceful and deliberate -- louder. As if to ask, wordlessly but cheekily: "like this, Mom?" And Mom nods mutely back.
When Rose locks her ankles around Alabaster's tailbone, Scarlett smiles with perverse pride. She taught them so well how to fuck. She swipes some stray strands of her daughter's hair off her sweat-slickened forehead and coos down at her: "that's it... that's it..."
Rose finally notices that she and Alabaster have an up-close audience. She gazes up at her. "Mommy... hish cock ish sho good..."
Still idly fussing with Rose's bangs: "I know it is, sweetheart. You're doing such a good job for him."
Idly, Alabaster thinks that of all the people in this household, he's only the second most committed to keeping his cock well-satisfied. Scarlett is number one. She arranged all of this just for the sake of helping his orgasm. All this effort to make his cock squirt. She wants to keep his cock happy and his balls drained more than he himself does.
"Letsh all kissh together..." Rose slurs.
Scarlett leans in. Her children make room for her, Alabaster shifting his face a bit to one side so the trio can intermingle tongues freely. They do it sloppy and slobbery -- they're practically just licking each other's faces. There's no concern on any part where their lips and tongues might go: Rose's to Scarlett's, Scarlett's to Alabaster's, Alabaster's to Rose's, and then a different permutation... and then the two children are both jamming their tongues into their mother's mouth at the same time, competing to see who can get it deepest... and then Scarlett and Alabaster are drooling into Rose's throat while they lap at her... and on and on, all while Alabaster enjoys the pillowy sweetness of Rose's sticky, sugary, cummy cunny.
As much as Alabaster wants to make this perfect feeling last, as much as he tells himself he wants to fuck like dogs deep into the night and straight through tomorrow morning... he can't draw out this Nirvana forever. His balls tighten up, that familiar race of boiling hot cum surging through his cockshaft overtakes him. So he stops holding it back and resigns himself to it, embraces the fact that he's about to blow his load in a glorious, squirting orgasm. His rhythm becomes erratic and frenzied, ass a blur as he pounds Rose into the ground. His mind goes white with static, and all that remains down to the core of his being is the burning need to imprint his genetic material into his sister's womb.
Scarlett sees the signs of his climax when it hits. His straining neck tendons, his blissed-out expression, how his mad humping stops dead in an instant with his cock is buried as deep as it goes. But Rose confirms it for her anyway: "Mommy! He's doing it!"
Alabaster is in his own private heaven. "Ffffffuuuuck..." he's snarling, over and over, between forceful gulps and exhalations.
"Is it a lot?" Scarlett asks.
"A lot... a lot a lot..." Rose says. "Oh gosh... it's so warm..."
Alabaster's thundering creampie orgasm only now begins subsiding. He settles his weight and lies atop Rose, face buried in the crook of her neck and shoulder, suckling her skin contentedly.
"You two are going to make me cum in my pants just watching you," Scarlett says.
Rose reaches back and tickles her mother's pussy through her jeans. "Then cum! You totally should cum too, Mommy!"
"Help me cum," Scarlett says with a deep and gulping lust, holding Rose by the wrist. So Rose does.
---
Scarlett doesn't pull Rose out of school, of course. Dirty talk is fun, but Scarlett still thinks this dummy is Harvard material. Alabaster doesn't have the heart to tattle that Rose is planning to emigrate to glorious Nippon and make a go of becoming a pop idol when she graduates high school. Scarlett's blood pressure would spike hard enough to rival the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Anyway, Alabaster is still trying to talk Rose out of it.
But just because Rose's cockwarming homewarming routine can't be an everyday thing doesn't mean it can't be pretty frequent. From then on she's commonly to be found naked, spread, and waiting when Alabaster comes back from school in the afternoon -- and, whenever her sleepyhead can muster the energy for an early alarm, occasionally there waiting for him before he leaves in the morning. Never hurts to start the day off with an unprotected incestuous creampie, and Rose does like the feeling of walking to school with his jizz dripping down her thighs. So fun and messy.
Doing it on the floor is uncomfortable, though, for everyone involved, so the ritual ends up migrating to the living room couch. Sexy as it is for her holes to be the very first thing he sees when he opens the door, wet and immediately available for ravishing, they've all got joints to worry about. Practical concerns can sometimes win the day.
Fucking Rose on the plush couch, this time without any furtive fears of being found out like when they first started fucking, makes these afternoon fuck sessions much longer and more enjoyable. He can last an hour, two, or longer like that. There's no hurry. It takes the edge off even the worst and most hectic of days. Alabaster just loves these lazy after-school fucks. So does Rose. And so does Scarlett. Scarlett is the one on offer just as frequently as Rose is -- her boy doesn't discriminate. His mom's puffy pussy may be a lot older, with its awesome bush and fatter mound, but it feels just as sweet for him to nut in. He's got no qualms pumping a thick load of jizz inside his mother's slit. The way the dregs of his orgasm leave pearly streaks through her pubic hair when he dismounts her is so cute. Like a little Jackson Pollock painting.
As it turns out there is still a risk of being busted, though. Cerise the fun police is on patrol. She usually spends longer afternoons at North High than Alabaster, even though she doesn't even go there -- planning anime club activities or pigging out on Anna's underaged lezzy pussy in the janitor's closet, take your pick. While Cerise is long desensitized to the fact that Alabaster molests their little sister, still when she walks in on the pair rutting on the couch, the first thing she always wants to know is: "did you take the pill today?"
"I asked her that," Alabaster says, grumpy, but still thrusting.
"Well? Did she?"
"Uhmmmmmm," Rose hums.
"Jesus Christ, Alabaster. She's been missing more days than not this month. And right now is like the most dangerous part of her cycle--"
"What are you, the fucking moon goddess? Leave us alone. Fuck."
Cerise stoops over, hands on knees, to verify what she already knows. "Could you please, at least, wear a condom with her for the next couple days? Just while she's dangerous."
Alabaster rolls his eyes.
"Alabaster!"
"I'm busy. There's condoms upstairs in my nightstand. Go get me one if you're so fucking worried."
"You'll put it on?"
"Sure."
Cerise straightens up.
"Better make it quick though," Alabaster warns her. He grins evilly and fucks Rose a little faster. "I'm not gonna hold off cumming while you fuck around looking for my rubbers."
Cerise tries not to seem over-hurried as she walks away, but once she's around the couch and out of sight, Alabaster hears the thudding as she races up the stairs towards his room. She'll be searching for some time. The condoms are actually under the bathroom sink.
Soon comes the unmistakable racket of her throwing stuff this way and that. He figures she's turning his room upside-down like a cop with a warrant. But he isn't too worried about that right now. Rose's velvety cunt is milking him too sweetly. The sound of Cerise's desperation to find his condoms is a perversely pleasurable backdrop to this unprotected fuck.
"Where are they?" Comes her voice from the top of the stairs, calling down.
"I told you!" He says.
She sounds scared. "They're not in there!"
"Then I don't know," he lies.
Rose giggles. "You're mean," she whispers.
"Do you really want me to put a condom on?"
She shrugs. "Uhhh. If you want to. Buuuut..."
He gropes her tits and kisses her. "I want to fuck you bare. Just like this."
She giggles again. "Yeah. Me too. I like the way you feel inside me when your cock is bare."
"It's good skinship, right?"
Rose, smiling, nods.
Cerise comes back much quicker than Alabaster anticipated, Magnum obtained. Fucking bitch is a super sleuth. She should ask Noelle to get her into the academy. "Here." She offers him the latex ring in its foil pack. Alabaster just stares at it, pretending he doesn't understand the point, and continues fucking on top of Rose without missing a stroke. He feigns the same confusion he'd have had if she tried to hand him a fork. As if the very notion of being offered such a thing during sex is absurd. His acting leaves Cerise unamused: "Come on. You said."
"Fuck," Alabaster grunts. "Will you calm down? I'll put it on. Just give me a little longer to enjoy myself. We want to fuck bare for a few more minutes."
Cerise lets arm slump to her side. To unamused, add unconvinced: "Really."
"Yes. Really. -- What? You think I can't control myself?"
Cerise is slow to respond.
"Cerise?"
"Hm-? Yes. That's exactly what I think."
There isn't any mistaking where Cerise's eyes are. "You like watching us do this," Alabaster says. "Don't lie."
"Of course I like it," Cerise admits, and without an ounce of shame. "Congratulations, Alabaster. You're a stud. Go brag about it. But don't knock our little sister up."
"Oh, I like that. Call me a stud again."
Cerise folds her arms.
"You're such a stud, Ally!" Rose says. Always one to please. "Totally such a stud..."
He kisses her and gives her a few especially hard pumps as way of saying thanks.
Alabaster turns his cheek. He flashes Cerise a smile. "Just enjoy the show. I'll pull out when I'm close and then you can suit me up. Deal?"
"...Okay," Cerise allows, settling down on her butt in front of the couch. Her breathing is erratic. Her teeth chatter a bit. She really does like watching. The sight of Alabaster's manly cock plunging in and out of a defenseless cunt is utterly transfixing. The slick noise it makes, the way Rose's smooth labia grip him... the fact it's incest, that Alabaster is wantonly taking advantage of their sister... Cerise's clit throbs in response. She shoves a hand down the front of her shorts. Her eyes go glassy.
Even at that, she's cognizant of Alabaster's looming orgasm. She opens up the condom, waiting for the signal to jump into action and get him "suited up." She waits and schlicks herself to the show until the denim of her shorts is soaked through with her juices. She waits some more. Alabaster and Rose seem heedless of anything but their mutual pleasure, heedless of Cerise waiting for them, heedless of risk. Alabaster pounds away without a care. The round globes of his ass flex as he fucks, his hips thrust, his brow furrows, his sweat drips. He keeps his dick nestled in the folds of Rose's cunny and fucks her absolutely stupid. Rose's eyes loll and her tongue hangs loosely out of her mouth. Alabaster has an iron grip on the sides of her head, using her body as a cushion for the force of his rutting.
At no point does he even hint at any intention of pulling out.
"Alabaster," Cerise reminds him, but either he doesn't hear or he doesn't care. Moments pass. She tries again. "Alab--"
"What?"
The harshness of his voice chastens Cerise, but doesn't stop masturbating. "Are you gonna pull out?"
"I told you to relax and wait a few minutes. Stop fucking interrupting me."
Cerise rises to her knees to pull her shorts and panties down, the better to really dig at her horny hole. Sitting there uselessly holding the condom for Alabaster, underwear around the crook of her knees, she watches him recklessly bareback their little sister. She fingers herself until she squirts. Her juices stain the carpet. "Alabaster... please..." she whispers in a voice made hoarse.
"Uh huh," he grunts absently. "Yeah. Hold on."
She touches him on the shoulder. "I can tell you're close... you have to pull out now..."
"Sure."
Alabaster keeps fucking their sister.
"Alabaster!"
He grunts in unconstrained anger. He swats Cerise's hand away, fixes her with an icy glare. "No."
"W-what?"
"I'm not going to put a fucking condom on."
"You said--"
"I fucking lied to you. Is that getting through yet? I'm gonna cum inside her. You can't stop me." He grabs the condom out of her hand. "You might as well toss this shit out because it isn't happening. I want to cum in Rose's cunt, not some bag." With that he wads the foil packet up and chucks it across the room.
Cerise makes a series of half-formed syllables but can't manage a coherent sentence. She clutches at the nothing left behind in her hand. The full extent of her powerlessness is only now becoming apparent to her, seconds before Alabaster blows his jizz in their fertile little sister. And secretly, she kind of loves it. Secretly, she'd have been disappointed to have Alabaster slip his cock out of that plump little cumhole to drape a piece of rubber over his manhood. A cock like his really deserves to cum inside. She watches and waits to see the awesome mess it'll make.
And what a mess it is. His cock-spurts are audible and blow little after-streamers in all directions out of the tight seal of Rose's twat. Cerise can't help herself -- feeling bidden by an invisible force, she gets her face closer, and closer, until her mouth and nose are swabbing Alabaster's taint and asshole. She frigs herself and gently massages Alabaster's balls to help him orgasm. She can feel the way his testicles churn and tighten, and she blushes deeply as she listens to his guttural groan of sheer release. She's drooling, all the better to help her rimjob and to ensure that every single sperm in Alabaster's balls winds up shooting into Rose's baby room. She's done fighting them. Now she's a willing participant, an accomplice, a fellow degenerate.
---
It's not fair to say that anyone is sabotaging Rose's birth control. No one replaces it with sugar pills, hides it, or suggests she stop taking it. But they know that she's got more ohms than volts upstairs. Remembering on her own to take her pill every day is beyond her. Scarlett never reminds her, perfectly happy to let Rose have multi-day lapses. Alabaster simply doesn't care. He wants to stick his cock in some raw cunt, no time for worrying over the consequences. That leaves Cerise. At first she's all right playing the buzzkill and pestering Rose about keeping up with her birth control. But it's always the same pattern. The moment she stops reminding, Rose is right back to randomly missing three or four days at a time.
Cerise is as dirty as the rest of them, too. She loves to see Alabaster's cock thrusting in and out of their younger sister's pussy. So, bit by bit, her depravity wins out. Cerise's pestering grows more and more infrequent until it stops altogether. As with the way she gave up fighting Alabaster on condom use, she rationalizes to herself that this isn't her responsibility either. If Rose can't be bothered with an everyday task so simple, and if Alabaster isn't willing to dull the pleasure on his cock even a little by using condoms to mitigate the risk, that's their call. It's obviously what they want.
So no one is sabotaging Rose's birth control. But in a sense they're all conspiring through negligence to let her get herself impregnated. When Alabaster lies back on the living room couch, naked, and tells Rose, "come climb on my cock," they all know the fire they're playing with. Cerise knows as she watches Rose mount Alabaster in a reverse missionary position that the mantra of "it's not my responsibility" is just a lie she tells herself to rationalize it, and that in truth she gets hot in the cunt watching her sister have totally unprotected incestuous breeding sex.
Sometimes Cerise thinks it may be what she wants, too. She flirts some mornings with not taking her own dose. It's a small pill, you know. Would be easy to accidentally drop down the bathroom sink -- oops! -- or simply misplace, or misremember. Standing at the bathroom sink while getting ready for the day ahead, she always restricts these ideas to the realm of the hypothetical, even though her cunt gets so wet just thinking of it. But sometimes... well, Alabaster fucks so many other women without using any protection, and it's only a matter of time before it takes with one of them. Why shouldn't Cerise have the honor of being the first girl knocked up with his seed? Alabaster these days is like some sort of demented breeding stallion. A stud in the literal sense, spreading his genetics around as much as he physically can. The idea of carrying his child is so alluring.
Cerise would keep it. If Alabaster planted a baby inside her, she'd let her belly bulge to full term and deliver the thing.
Rose's after-school responsibilities evolve. She isn't only a cock-warmer but a cock-cleaner, too, and a pussy licker and a piss drinker, a real all-around cumdump. The family toilet. Even when Alabaster isn't horny, that doesn't give Rose an out to neglect her duties: whenever he gets home, she still owes it to him to kneel down between his legs and use her little pink tongue to swab any vestiges of any other fucking he did that day. On warm afternoons when the weather is sticky and Alabaster has been sweating, Rose is there to siphon the day's sweat and grime from his balls, his dick, and his ass. She has so much fun underneath him, nose buried in the crook formed by his nuts and his shaft, with his dick draped heavily across her face while she uses her puckered lips to suck up his pungent sweat. Her little toilet mouth is expertly skilled. He usually pays her very little heed, focused on reading or gaming or watching TV while she works. But the attention tends to make him hard anyway, and often he'll grab her pigtails in a silent command to start blowing him in earnest. When he ejaculates inside her throat, she swallows the mess and resumes the slow, sensual tongue bath.
Rose likes and responds well to a little bit of forcefulness. The way these sessions always start is with Alabaster plopping himself down on the couch, tugging Rose by the hair, and commanding her "clean my fucking cock." She knows the routine from there. While sucking him, she basks in his big-brotherly scent and lets her mind go blank. Being big bro's cockwarmer is such a nice, simple, worry-free thing. Alabaster can handle all the complicated stuff and Rose only has to focus on sucking dick. She likes the tradeoff. Lick Ally's cock clean, slurp up all his cum, and in exchange he gives her all the care and adoration she could ever want. Plus, he smells real good, in a way that makes her heart pump and her pussy tingle and her eyes go glazed. She'd never get out from between his legs if he let her.
But Alabaster isn't the only one who needs her service. Cerise just as frequently uses Rose for an after-school tongue bath. A sticky afternoon leaves Cerise even sweatier down there than Ally: her thighs are fatter, which traps heat, and her pussy is naturally a bit wet all the time anyway. Plus she often has Ally's jizz leaking out of her lower holes -- one or the other, or both. All of which means that Cerise is usually in serious need of a wash down there when she gets back home. And Rose's mouth is the perfect receptacle to wash off with. She has no problem helping scrub out Cerise's cunt and asshole with her twirling, swirling tongue. She always leaves Cerise's privates squeaky clean and bubblegum fresh. She's proud of that. And all that hard work fills her tummy with such delicious stuff. Cunt cream, cock cream, tasty sweat... Rose just loves the way her older siblings taste.
One sweltering afternoon when Alabaster is getting some of Rose's expert tongue service, Cerise comes drunkenly stumbling in and sits next to him. Cerise sees that Alabaster's cock is clean and that the suckjob has developed into more routine fellatio, so she calls dibs: "Rose. Come clean my pussy." She pulls aside her shorts to show her glistening mound.
"Occupied," Alabaster sneers, holding Rose with both hands and pumping her face.
But Cerise won't take that for an answer. She knocks once, hard, on the top of Rose's skull.
The jab startles Rose. "Huhwuhh--" she gasps, pulling her face out of Alabaster's lap. It's coated in nasty slime. She sniffles. "Did you say something?"
"Clean my pussy for me," Cerise repeats, tugging again at her shorts and pointing.
"Okay!" She hates to disappoint.
Cerise smiles, raises up a little, and slides her shorts down her milky legs. Rose assists. Soon the shorts are dangling around one of Cerise's ankles and Rose's face is buried in her onee-chan's crotch.
Alabaster is fuming. His unrelieved dick is straining. "This is bullshit. I was using her."
Cerise sticks her tongue out. But Rose, always solicitous, reaches back with both hands, hikes up her skirt, and spreads her fleshy ass as a silent invitation for Alabaster to finish up inside one of her other orifices.
Scarlett's sixth sense for sibling rivalry must have activated, because she comes striding in, arms folded, clad in nothing but an ill-fitting apron. "What's going on?"
"I was using Rose's mouth, but Cerise walked in and took it before I could finish."
Cerise snorts. Possessively she grips the back of Rose's head and presses her even further into her cunt. "Yeah, go tell Mom on me. Fucking tattletale." Cerise looks up at her mother. "She finished cleaning his dick. Now it's my turn. If Alabaster wants to cum so bad, he can fuck her."
"Seems fair," Scarlett agrees. She always takes Cerise's side. So unfair. "And it looks like Rose is offering, too."
"Mmhmm!" Rose murmurs, although her big sister's cunt muffles it.
"So what's the problem?" Scarlett asks.
"I wanted a blowjob..."
"Is that so? Scarlett hums.
Cerise rolls her eyes, but Alabaster senses he has an in here. Cock still hard and shiny, he spreads his legs slightly farther apart in a silent request for some motherly attention. Scarlett responds immediately. She swipes a bang behind her ear and slinks down to her knees in front of him.
"Really?" Cerise says.
"I know. This cock of his is so spoiled, isn't it? I shouldn't give in like this, but..." she trails off and wraps her fist around her son's dick. She runs her nose up and down its length, smelling it -- not even a thorough tongue bath could totally remove the masculine stink that naturally emanates from it. It makes Scarlett dizzy. Slowly, her plump lips part, and she resumes sucking Alabaster right where Rose left off. Alabaster groans in relief. He runs his fingers appreciatively through her hair. Of course, he wouldn't dream of grabbing her as cruelly as he grabs his sisters. Scarlett controls the pace.
Of course, he isn't afraid to ask nicely for what he likes. "Could you use your tits on me, too?"
Scarlett tickles the folds of his foreskin with the tip of her tongue and grins at him. "You want mama's tits?"
"Yeah," he grunts.
Scarlett pivots, trying to use Alabaster's dick to nudge aside her apron and free her breasts. But his dick simply slips underneath the apron instead. No matter. She steers her boy's big throbbing slab of fuckmeat until it sits nestled inside her warm and fleshy cleavage. Alabaster gasps -- actually gasps at the sensation of it. Nothing can compare to Scarlett's titjob. That soft, fatty, sticky, somewhat sweaty and oh so warm flesh is just as good as any woman's cunt. Pinned by the fabric of the apron, her breasts are a little squished, which makes her cleavage an even tighter fit for him, and warmer too. It's actually kind of sweltering underneath that apron. Alabaster's cock and nuts start to sweat a little too, adding to the lubrication. And of course his happy prickhead is leaking copious prefuck. It all makes for easy going as Scarlett starts to slide her udders up and down in his lap.
"Jesus," Cerise says. "You really do spoil him."
"I know I do. But this dick deserves to be spoiled, doesn't it?"
Cerise just stares, unable to bring herself to disagree. She just lightly strokes her clit with a forefinger and enjoys the magic her little sister is working with her toilet of a mouth. Rose's tongue is deep up her asshole now. The warmth and wetness radiating from it is like having a nice prick up inside her and it makes her pussy tingle so much she's going loopy from it. Seeing their Mom blowing Alabaster only adds to her mounting lust. It's a throbbing need deep inside her womb, crying out for some relief. Rose is not getting out of today's cleanup duty before Cerise squirts all over her face.
Alabaster is well enough endowed that his cock pushes up past the top of even Scarlett's massive jugs. What she cannot service with her paizuri she services instead with her sloppy fellatio. Alabaster is so in love with his mother's cocksuck. Hers is the best of both worlds: combining Cerise's talent with Rose's lack of shame. Getting a blowjob from Scarlett is a nasty, drooly, and loud affair. It feels so good it makes his nuts ache. Even better is knowing that he can cum however he pleases: on her face, down her throat, in between her tits -- she'll be perfectly fine letting him drop his load whenever he wants, no warnings needed. Her body belongs to him. It's his to use.
Alabaster and Cerise meet one another's eyes, both of them with their cheeks resting against the couch's backrest. Their slumpy posture, spread legs, vacant gazes, and slackjawed expressions are mirror images. "Happy now?" Cerise asks.
"I'm getting the blowjob I wanted. So yeah." He glances down at Rose's busywork. "Guess I'm not the only one getting some head right now. I thought you just wanted a cleaning."
"She is cleaning me."
"That so?"
Cerise runs a palm down her tummy. "She has a lot to clean..."
"Hey..." Alabaster reaches for her. "Want to make out?"
Cerise is always game for trading spit with her little brother, and answers by leaning in to meet his kiss. Their lips smack and their tongues wag while they enjoy their incestuous oral action. It's the kind of slow necking that Cerise in particular enjoys. She never rushes or lets passion overtake her with Alabaster. She wants to savor every little texture and taste inside his mouth, relish the way he sucks her tongue, feel the warmth of his breath vibrate through her. Kissing Alabaster makes her shiver hotly and always gets her cunt nice and juicy.
A mewl from down below interrupts them. "Cerise..."
The way Cerise is slumped, she has to jut her chin to peer over her own breasts and see her sister's puppy dog eyes down below. "Keep eating me," she tells Rose, pinching Rose's cheeks in her fat thighs, before resuming her makeout session with Alabaster. Just a couple last lingering kisses with him, though, until she pulls away from his lips to whisper: "I think Rose wants me to eat her out, too."
"She's been a good girl for us," Alabaster says.
"You're right. But... I was having so much fun making out with you." She thinks a moment, then: "I'll come to your bedroom later. How's that? We can cuddle up under your blankets... kiss some more... get each other off to some hentai. Deal?"
"Deal."
She kisses Alabaster one last time to seal it. Then gives him a nudge. "Scoot over so I can get Rose's cunt on my face." He does as requested, Scarlett following suit, and Cerise lies down with her feet kicked up on the couch's armrest like a stirrup. Her soles are touching, leaving her legs spread as wide as they can go. Rose assumes a 69 position, her knees on either side of Cerise's ears, and the two sisters get right into blowing each other. There isn't quite enough room on the couch, so Cerise's head rests in Alabaster's lap -- which gives him access enough to take part. He strokes Cerise's hair and playfully prods Rose's butthole. Meanwhile Scarlett resumes her suckling titjob underneath the apron, making Alabaster's rock-hard cock tingle sweetly in enjoyment.
"Mmmf," Cerise grunts, lavishing Rose's overheated pussymeat with some oral action every bit as thorough as what Rose has given her. Rose makes cute little muffled squeaks and pips every time Alabaster pokes her anus, which gives Cerise's throbbing clit additional stimulation, which drives Cerise to eat Rose even more passionately -- a self-perpetuating cycle of incestuous pleasure.
"Movff yur finners," Cerise commands through a mouthful of cunt. Alabaster thinks her gets the message. He stops poking Rose's butthole. Cerise immediately spreads the milky globes of Rose's fat ass nice and wide, and dives in to eat that too. Rose gasps -- but Cerise gasps harder. In between lapping licks, Cerise marvels aloud: "why does she taste so sweet... even her ass tastes sweet... it's so good..."
Rose's only answer is a truly delighted, surprisingly deep laugh that sounds like "uewhehehee."
Alabaster's nuts tighten and his cock swells a little more. Scarlett knows her boy is about to cum real hard for her. She locks her lips around the fat leaky prickhead and stares up at him with sparkling blue eyes. Alabaster can't help staring back at her, and that expression she wears, simultaneously maternal and lustful, and 100% determined, is what tips him past the plateau. He tries to stop it but can't, and loses his load like a quickshot virgin. She works her tits up and down on his dick the whole way through. She sucks down a couple of the squirts he lets loose. But she takes the rest of the load inside her cleavage and all over her chest, burying his spurting cock in that damp, sweaty, motherly mass of flesh for him to enjoy as he makes a total ruin of her apron.
"That's it," she coos, "let it all out... just let it all out..." She gently shushes his almost pained groans of release, and gently cups his balls while he lets loose dollop after dollop of creamy cock milk in between her tits.
Cerise is getting her joy too. "Right there!" She wails. She uses the soles of her feet to press down on Rose's skull and mash Rose's tongue against her shuddering clit. "I'm fucking cumming on you! Take it!"
Getting Cerise off makes Rose get off, too. She squeals in a voice almost high enough to shatter glass and rains hot squirt all over Cerise's face -- subsequently Alabaster's lap as well. Getting cummed on catches his attention as he comes down from his own climax; he pets Rose's inner thighs and her meaty ass to encourage her while Cerise dines on her clamping hole.
The siblings all came, but poor Mommy got left out in the cold. They're good children to her, though: without even needing to coordinate verbally, they act in tandem to drag Scarlett to her feet and bend her over the couch with her ass raised high in the air.
"What are you--" she begins, confused, but immediately understands as the three of them kneel underneath her to eat her out. Her chin is still dripping with a frothy mix of her drool and Alabaster's cum. So are her tits. She's a sticky, sweaty, heaving mess of a woman already, and now she's got three very eager mouths exploring her privates. Rose hugs one of her legs and kisses up and down her thighs, while Cerise and Alabaster take turns giving her cunnilingus from behind. Their fingers go everywhere. She feels violated. She adores it. "You... you'll make me cum like this..." she pants.
"That's the idea," Cerise says with a devilish laugh. The air from Cerise's nostrils tickles Scarlett as it ripples through her bush.
Scarlett undoes the tied-off knots around her back and neck, letting her ruined apron fall to the couch cushions. "Rose... Cerise... get up here with me..." She paws at her own cum-spattered tits. "I want you to suck on these instead... I love your mouths on my pussy -- but..."
She doesn't have to tell them. They know what she wants. She wants Alabaster's dick pumping her deep inside. For Scarlett, oral alone simply isn't enough. It's got to be creampie sex or nothing.
With Scarlett bracing against the headrest, her breasts hang like udders, still mostly round but penduous by dint of their sheer size. The two sisters curl up beneath her. They each take a nipple, Cerise on the left and Rose on the right. With Alabaster's viscous, still warmed-over sperm coating those thick round breasts, it's really like they're nursing on her. Alabaster, meanwhile, dick still hard, and slick with jizz, lines up with Scarlett's ass. She reaches back to guide him home. One thrust and he's inside her, pumping her soft pussy with a single-minded determination. Scarlett rocks back and forth involuntarily, mashing her ass against his pelvic bone, mating with total abandon. Rose and Cerise suckle her.
"Ohhh," Scarlett moans contentedly. "I love this..."
"I love it too," Alabaster moans back. "I love your cunt, Mom..."
She offer him her hands, which he grabs at the wrists and uses as handles. Their copulation quickens. The meaty thwacking of their flesh is joined by a slick sluicing, wet noises that sound almost akin to someone gulping down water. Scarlett's steamy mommyhole is absolutely flooding with her juices, and Alabaster's slimy dick only makes the mixture even runnier. He stirs her up in parts she hardly knew she had. There is zero question that Alabaster will be cumming inside -- right up into the uterus that birthed him.
"You're so cute like this, Mommy," Rose says.
"You guys are so fucking sexy," Cerise tells them. "I love watching you two fuck."
"Keep sucking," Scarlett says through gritted teeth. "Ohhhh fuck-- fuck-- I'm almost there--"
The rhythm changes. Suddenly Alabaster's thrusts are angled more severely upwards -- longer, more lingering, but more powerful too. He's getting himself primed to blow his load for the second time in just a few minutes. Such is the power of Scarlett's motherly love -- only she can put Alabaster on such a hair trigger.
"He's gonna cum in her," Cerise tells Rose.
"Heeheehee," she giggles.
"Yes!" Scarlett cries. She hugs Rose and Cerise to her bosom. "He's gonna cum in me-- he's gonna fucking cum inside me-- do it!!"
Alabaster's jaw juts out, his neck strains, and his cock belches a torrential wave of dick juice into his Mommy's sucking womb. Her cunt walls ripple with her own incipient orgasm, squeezing and constricting him with such a delicious wet tightness that it makes his vision go spotty. The mind-melting pleasure of cumming inside saps Alabaster even while he's orgasming, and he falls forward, hugging her around her back. Scarlett's elbows give and she falls forward too, atop her two daughters. And the four of them lay there like that, wet and stinking like cum, kissing each other and moaning, while Alabaster finishes inside.