It's a lazy Sunday. Mom works in the kitchen desserting-for-dinnering. Cerise is out with Gal. Dad's flying a plane to Malaysia. And Rose is with her family. Rose lies curled up beside you on the living room couch. She's tending to her town in New Leaf; you're playing PS3.
Dark Souls II is a hard game. Really hard. Really, really hard.
"Fuck!" You yell, as you die for probably the 50th time today.
"Language, language, language!" Rose chides.
You grunt.
She curls up just a bit tighter, drawing her knees towards her prodigious chest and absentmindedly scratching her thick thigh. You can't help staring at her smooth, unblemished skin and the way her miniskirt rides up.
But enough ogling your own little sister. It's game time. You turn your focus back towards the TV screen -- but this Dragonrider motherfucker just keeps kicking your shit in. You have no idea how to get past him.
"FUCK!" You yell, as you die again.
"Allyyy..." Rose whines. "Your negative energy is so *totally* a kimochi warui right now."
You grunt.
Cerise was always better at this game than you. You're loath to admit it, but you might need her help, in just a few spots, for this playthrough.
"I'm trying to focus positive energy here," Rose tells you. "I really need Hazel to move into my new town. So positive vibes ONLY! Okay?"
"Hazel?" You say. "That butt-ugly squirrel with a unibrow--"
Rose looks up at you, pouting. "Hazel is a precious little cinnamon bun cupcake and I will NOT listen to you talk smack about her! Hmmph!"
"Who's got the negative vibes now?" You say.
"Hmmph," Rose repeats, more pointedly.
You take another swing at the Dragonrider. Rose is fast coming down from her little spate of anger -- as she usually does -- and soon enough she's grinning happily at her screen as she rearranges her house's furniture. Would that you could say the same for your own mood. Then, injury to injury: you die. Again.
"Fffff-- aaaggghhh--" you groan, consciously trying to keep yourself from cursing in Rose's presence. You take your controller in one hand and beat it repeatedly against the couch cushions to your right.
Rose jumps, frightened. "Ally! Nani the hecky!"
You grunt.
"Geez, Ally. This game makes you so mad... aren't video games supposed to be fun?"
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about," you sneer.
Rose rises partially to her butt, enough to grip the back of the sofa and peer towards the kitchen. Mom is zipping back and forth between the stovetop, the kitchen's central isle, the fridge, and elsewhere -- working hard on tonight's feast. Rose whips her head back around to glance at you, cotton candy bangs lagging behind, and grins devilishly.
"I -- don't like that look," you tell her.
"You gotta have a little fun, onii-chan..." Rose says, and starts to stroke your leg.
"I REALLY don't like that look--" you say.
The source of your apprehension is this. Mom was okay with brother-sister incest in a universe where she partially remembered a lifetime being someone other than your mother. But how would she react in this universe, if she walked in on you fucking your little sister? This is way too dangerous, even for you.
Rose reaches for your zipper. This causes a renewed jolt of panic -- but you compose yourself, and set your controller aside.
"I... gotta go finish my homework," you say, in an attempt to extricate yourself from the situation, beginning to stand.
But Rose pushes insistently down on your upper legs with strength you didn't suspect, and all but forces you to sit again. She lays her head sidewise in your lap. You meet her dewy eyes. Wordlessly, with one forefinger, she presses down on her own squishy cheek, right near her lips.
"You're -- joking --" you stammer.
She shakes her head in an exaggerated way, neon hair going wild with the momentum. Then, still wordlessly, she mashes on her cheek with her forefinger like an impatient person hammering on an elevator's call button.
"God," you breathe.
She unzips your fly. This time, you don't try to stop her. You just nervously glance over your shoulder, back towards the kitchen, to make sure Mom is keeping busy. And she is. She's absorbed in her cooking, has no reason whatsoever to stray into the living room. But she could... and she could see you sitting on the family couch, getting blown by your own 15 year old sister.
Rose laughs to herself, a low "hmmm~" when she gets your dick out. Even flaccid, she loves it, its heft and its give. She takes a couple moments to appreciatively squeeze and caress it. When this adoration quickly makes it start hardening, she gets down to work. She gives the piss slit an appreciative peck -- like a more wholesome little sister might kiss her big bro on the cheek. Then she gets her lips around the mushroom tip -- just the tip, pressing it against her bowled tongue. Even taking your tip into her tiny little mouth is enough to distend it, and make the lips slightly blanche. Lying with her head in your lap and your cock firmly rooted in place, she pulls her DS towards her face so she can continue to play. Although now she has to watch the screen from around your meaty shaft, and through a forest of pubes. She obviously doesn't mind -- her eyes glimmer excitedly. She suckles on your dickhead like a kid with a lollipop.
Fear suddenly grips you. You stopped paying attention to the looming danger. You spin your head around and check the kitchen. Whew -- Mom is still in her own little world of culinary delight.
Rose pulls your cock out of her mouth and rubs her squishy cheek back and forth across it, nuzzling it, as she continues to play her DS game. "Aren't you gonna keep playing too, Ally?" She asks.
"Y-yeah..." you grumble.
You begin, again, to play, but Rose's skinship with your prick makes it hard to keep focused. Especially when, apropos of nothing, she says: "you smell goooood~ ... and your dick is so warm, onii-chan..."
You choke. "Be quiet, will you," you hiss.
She giggles dumbly. Regardless of your protests, you're harder than you've ever been. "You're gonna cum lots in my mouth, right?" She asks.
You can't but nod.
Rose twists in place, settling down on her belly. In this position, with her arms across your lap, one on either side of your throbbing dick, she can properly go down on you even as she attends to her mayoral duties in the game. You always thought of her as a dim bulb, but she's got a knack for multitasking, at least in this regard.
Her rotation also makes her skirt ride ever higher -- and you see she wasn't wearing panties. Rose's fat, pale ass is on free display, and you can even see her candy-pink anus.
You try to play your game, you really do, but with a hole that inviting staring you in the face, and her gobbling on your prick, it was never really an option. You reach down, and begin to lewdly finger her butt. Rose giggles in surprise, but doesn't resist. Instead she just wags her hips back and forth, inviting you deeper, making the globes of her ass ripple.
You keep looking back to the kitchen, terrified as hell that you'll be caught. So far, so good. And Rose's excellent fellatio technique, combined with the fleshy, grippy, pliable anus of hers you're molesting, is working to tear down your own higher reasoning faculties. For the next several minutes, there's only that, only the gug-gug, sllck-sllck noise of Rose sucking on your achingly hard cock. But your ministrations on Rose's rear end have their own effect. You can see how wet it's making her little twat, stippling her thighs with a sheen of arousal. Finally, Rose pulls her mouth off you just long enough to whine: "Allllyyyy... you're teasing me too much!"
"Don't tease your sister!" Mom hollers from the kitchen.
You exhale hard. "Fuck," you mutter.
"Language, language, language," Rose chides.
You keep molesting her asshole. It's impossible not to. She happily kicks her besocked feet, sets the DS down, and grins at you -- as she languidly jerks your prick with one hand.
"Ally... do you need a little bit better dick-service?
You grunt.
She laughs. "Use my cumhole, okay?" She says. Full dick-service today, from your little cum-toilet of a sister.
She climbs into your lap, her back to your belly, and settles down onto your waiting dick without foreplay. There's no need for any more foreplay, anyway -- her cunt is sopping wet. Your hot prick slides between the in-turned folds of her labia with zero resistance and nestles itself in her inmost parts. She gulps air, shuddering, as she impales her small pussy on you. Penetrating your little sister is a divine sensation, the very best... this bubblegum cunt is so soft, sticky, and warm.
After she adjusts to the size of your manhood (she always needs a few moments), she takes her Nintendo in hand again. You decide to follow suit, and pick up the PS3 controller. Together, brother and sister game while they fuck. It's a slow, delicious, and lazy fuck -- just perfect for this seemingly endless Sunday afternoon.
But your worst fear comes to pass. For some reason, Mom randomly decides to come towards the living room. You hear her footsteps approaching from the kitchen, and through the foyer, before she arrives. Knowing there's no time to make yourselves decent, you go for the desperation play. You let your arms and hands fall south, into Rose's lap, pressing the frilled hem of her skirt down. This manages to poorly conceal the obscene union of your bodies, largely with your controller. And not a moment too soon -- Mom is standing over the back of the sofa already.
You're trembling with adrenaline. But Rose, dumb cunt she is, has no sense of danger, and her pussy continues to ooze and flutter around your leaking prick. You try not to moan.
Mom looks from Rose, to you, and then to the television screen. "Are you winning, son?" She asks you.
"Yes... I am..." you say, trying to keep your voice as level as possible. On-screen, you die.
"It doesn't look like you're winning," Mom says.
"Fuck," you grunt.
"Language!" Mom says. She frowns, thinking, back of her wrist perched on her thick hip. "...Why is Rose sitting in your lap?"
Rose humps up and down on you. Only slightly. Only as much as your forceful downwards pressure on her thighs will allow her to. It isn't enough motion to be noticed... you hope. You perch your chin on her shoulder, grit your teeth, and let an almost inaudible groan escape your throat. And since you're in no state to answer Mom's question, Rose answers for you. She throws her head way back, to stare at Mom from an upside-down vantage. Smiling broadly, she says: "We're just hangin'."
"That's nice," Mom says. "So he stopped teasing you?"
"Oh yeah," Rose croons, clamping your prick again and again with her vicelike cunthole.
"Mm," Mom murmurs, approvingly, then turns back towards the kitchen.
"Oh my god, Rose..." you whisper, chin still perched on her shoulder for support.
"Hmmm~ this is so naughty and fun, Ally... we almost got busted, huh?..."
"Yes... yes, we did..."
"Take off your pants," she whispers.
"What?"
"Take off your pants, onii-chan."
"This is fucking crazy--"
But Rose is already on her knees, in front of the couch, tugging at the waistband of your jeans. Desperate to bury your cock inside her again, you'll do anything she wants, and she knows it. You help her get your pants off, your boxers too. Rose sashays out of her miniskirt. Now if Mom returns to the living room... you don't want to think about it. You don't HAVE to think about it, do you?... all you have to think about, right now, is the return of that divine sensation -- the sensation of penetrating your imouto.
The two of you start to really fuck now. Rose sets the pace. She pumps her body up and down on top of you. Her meaty thighs colliding repeatedly against your lap create a steady, lewd fapping noise, a plop-plop, plop-plop. It's unmistakable as the sound of two people screwing. By sheer serendipity, Mom begins to use her electric mixer. The cacophony this creates is the cover you need to pick up the pace even further. You hold your sister about the waist with one arm, and join her in shaking your hips. You fuck without care for the risk... plop-plop, plop-plop, you fuck. Her flesh ripples and jiggles all over, her skin flushes and she gets feverishly hot all over, inside and out. The swampy wetness and vacuum-like suction of her inner walls is too much to resist... you throw caution to the wind. Rose's mind is as gone as yours. Her jaw hangs open, and she drools like a moron as you rail her.
You were so scared of Mom finding you out that you hadn't even considered other possible calamities. Like this one: Cerise comes back home early. You hear the unlatching of the deadbolt and the creak of the front door. Rose, in her ecstasy, doesn't -- and so she doesn't stop.
"Rose--!" you gasp.
Cerise closes the front door behind her, and stands in the foyer sniffing at the air. "Smells good..." she says.
"Dinner around 7:30," Mom calls over the whirr of the mixer.
Rose is as cognizant as you, now, of the imminent risk. But she doesn't care. She just keeps fucking herself silly on top of you. Well, you shouldn't have expected any less. She is a toilet, after all.
Cerise turns her head now towards the living room. She can't see you fucking your sister, but she can see the TV screen, and the huge red letters saying "YOU DIED."
"Pfff," she laughs. "Sucks to suck, huh?"
Oh no... here she comes. As you and Rose continue to mate, unable to stop with this insane pleasure coursing through you -- Cerise enters the room. And as she draws closer, she can finally see over the top of the couch. She gasps. "What the f-- oh my GOD..."
Cerise knew there was funny business going on between you and Rose. She's seen you sneaking between each other's rooms, she's heard the sounds at night. But this is her first glimpse at the un-ignorable truth -- what a rude glimpse it is. She stands there, frozen in place, trembling as she watches.
"Alabaster..." she whispers. When at last she has the wherewithal to move, she simply circles around, to face the scene head-on. "Our own *sister*?"
"Yeah!" Rose says, and humps up and down on you even harder, to drive the point home. You're too far gone to try to stop this insanity, and just let it happen. You shrug nonchalantly at Cerise.
Cerise glances uncertainly towards the kitchen, to verify that Mom is distracted, then fixes her eyes on you. Keeping her voice to a whisper, she says: "you're really having *sex* with *Rose*...?"
"Silly," Rose giggles. "Ally and me aren't having *sex*! He's just using my cumhole!"
"Your--" Cerise gulps.
"He's masturbating inside my cumhole!" Rose says. "It's not sex... it's just little sister dick-service!"
Cerise, going weak in the knees, gets down on the floor in between your legs. She grips the edges of the couch cushions and examines that spot where your slimy dick plunges in and out of Rose's thick little body.
You know that over the past few months, your friskiness with Rose has had a secondary effect on Cerise, too. The blossoming of Rose's cockteasing ways has inadvertently made her into a cuntteaser, too. Cerise is attracted to Rose, degenerate weebs they both are. And having been hit with this revelation of incest like a schoolgirl getting isekai'd by a semi truck, there's no going back for your dear sweet onee-sama. Her breath is hot against the underside of your dick, and the crevice that it's buried half to the hilt in.
"Y-you're not even..." Cerise says, gulps again, and starts over. "You're... not even using a condom..."
"Nope," you say.
Cerise licks her lips.
"Haha," Rose laughs, "Cerise... your breath tickles..."
"What if -- she gets pregnant?" Cerise asks.
"Toilets don't get pregnant, silly," Rose says. "A-durr."
"Alabaster," Cerise pleads, begging you to be the reasonable one.
You grin cruelly down at her. "I have some condoms in the drawer beside my bed," you tell her.
Cerise stares at you dumbly.
"If you don't want Rose to get pregnant... you'd better hurry," you say.
Cerise springs to her feet and goes dashing up the stairs. You hear her heavy feet thudding across the house's upper floor.
"Chill out up there, missy!" Mom screams.
"Ally," Rose whispers. "Play with my boobs too."
You help her out of her blouse. Of course the slut wasn't wearing a bra either, why would she be? With her fully naked save for her ankle socks, you fuck her freely and grope her heavy udders. These fat tits of hers with their huge, soft nipples are always fun to squeeze and torment. You suckle her neck and enjoy her body to its fullest extent. You're pretty close to cumming...
Cerise comes down the stairs, two at a time. She has a little roll of condoms in hand, and tears off one of the foil packages. She tries to hand it to you, but you don't take it -- just keep toying with Rose's sensitive breasts instead.
"Alabaster," Cerise says, voice trembling. "Please!"
"What?" You say.
"Put it on--"
"If you want me to wear it, put it on yourself," you tell her.
You pull out of Rose's honeyhole and present your dripping dick to her. Entire body trembling, Cerise goes to her knees once more before you -- but she's completely at a loss.
"I... don't know how," she says.
"Didn't you take sex ed?" You ask.
"Shut up," Cerise says.
"Fucking figure it out. It's not difficult. And hurry up... if you don't get going, I'll just cum inside her like I was going to."
Rose watches with a smile on her face, and tickles her own clit. This is all a fun game to her.
Panting, Cerise tears the foil's top off and takes out the latex ring. She turns it this way and that, trying to gauge which side is the right one to apply. Guessing, she fits it over your prickhead, curls her index finger and her thumb into a rough O, and rolls it down your shaft. The thing hardly fits. The pressure of it, plus the sensation of Cerise putting it on for you -- your first bit of skinship with her in trillions of years -- is a pleasure all its own. When the rubber is stretched taut around your straining cock, and the little reservoir at the tip is centered over your piss slit, she tests the snugness of the fit by squeezing your shaft a couple-three times. Rose laughs at the sight. Your little sister may be a stupid slut, but she can tell that Cerise's fondling of your dick is driven more by lustful curiosity than anything practical.
"Are we good?" You ask.
Cerise lets go and haltingly nods.
"Put me back inside her," you say.
"Alabaster..."
You guide her hand back to your dick. There's nothing she can do. She's a slave to the moment, just as you and Rose are. She grasps your dick more firmly than before, and pushes it away -- back towards Rose's onahole cunt. The rubber-coated head slides across the shiny, lubed-up crease of Rose's pussy, and towards the orifice hiding at the bottom of it. With a low sucking noise, it slips back into her vagina. Rose does the rest. She settles her weight back down on you, and swallows up your shaft in one motion. Cerise shudders just to see it.
Condoms were Rose's idea. The other Rose, that is. She's not on the pill and doesn't want a baby yet. She also doesn't want you making a baby with this Rose (yet). But none of you like them, and thus the supply you've got has remained largely unused... risky sex is usually the order of the day, unless you're close to the most fertile part of the month. Even then, you sometimes forego the rubbers for the bliss of cumming raw. As now. This is one of Rose's dangerous days. You got so used to the pleasure of cumming inside, in the universe before this, that it's hard to be a good boy and play it safe the way you know you should.
But although you're not a fan of protection, it still feels pretty good -- fucking is fucking, after all -- and the perversion of forcing your older sister to aid in the defilement of your younger sister makes it even better.
So with these thoughts in mind, it doesn't take too long before you're blowing your wad inside the bag. You kiss Rose voraciously as you pump her, and enjoy the alien sensation of the latex expanding almost to its breaking point with the sheer volume of sperm you ejaculate. Despite everything she just did with her mouth, Rose tastes like candyfloss, and you enjoy the warm sweetness as you cum like a bull. Cerise, underneath you, transfixed, watches.
"Ooooh," you moan, shivering. "That was good... that was really, really good. Thanks, Cerise."
"Yeah!" Rose agrees. "Thanks for helping Ally masturbate inside me!"
Cerise falls to her butt as if she'd been pushed by a strong wind. She stares vacantly back, as you pull slowly out of Rose's hole. You take care not to snap the over-stretched condom. You slowly pull it off your cock, letting the load coalesce towards the tip. Greedy, Rose snatches it from you, and puts the open end to her lips. She starts to suck. She swirls her cute pink tongue around the rim, and siphons up the dense, creamy jism, moaning to herself, and letting out a little trickle of her girlcum from the debauched fun of it. You scruff her hair, like she's a favored pet. She smiles dreamily.
"Don't hog it," you tell her, with faux severity.
"Awww..." she whines, as you wrest the condom back from her grasp.
"What are you--" Cerise begins, but she doesn't get anything else out before you upend the condom and let some of your juicy load drizzle out, and all across her face. "Alabaster--!!" She hisses.
You hand the condom back to Rose, so she can keep sucking on the cummy residue. She mewls in delight as she turns it inside-out and puts the thing back to her shiny lips. She's gonna suck up every single molecule of it. Meanwhile, disbelievingly, Cerise touches her face and tests the pearly mess spattered across it. "Oh my god... oh my god..." she repeats.
"There's more here," you say, nodding down at your still erect, still twitching, and still oozing penis. A dollop is waiting thickly on top of the urethra, and the veiny shaft is coated in even more frothy sperm.
Cerise's teeth are chattering.
"You better get it all off of there, before it comes into contact with Rose's pussy," you warn.
"Yeah... yeah..." Cerise pants, nodding, agreeing with this twisted logic. "Only to keep Rose safe... so she doesn't get pregnant..."
"That's it."
Cerise lets her jaw hang open, grips the edges of the couch cushions a bit tighter, rolls her tongue out -- and starts to lick up your cum. She can't help moaning as she does. It's her first taste of your jizz, and she's savoring it. Yes, the first lick is hesitant, maybe even a bit grossed-out -- but the second is hungry, and enthusiastic. So are the third, fifth, twentieth and hundredth licks. She sucks up the salty-sweet mix of your cum and Rose's pussy juice like a woman who's been starved. And soon she begins to outright fellate you -- as she scoops your drying cum from the bridge of her nose, and shovels it into her hungry maw. Rose's sweet-smelling pussy leaks a bit too, but Cerise doesn't mind Rose cumming on her.
You decide to leave Cerise hanging, though. It's best to stay safe in a different way: you really don't want Mom stumbling upon this scene. You force Cerise off of you, and get dressed again. So does Rose. Cerise, reduced to a cum-hungry sow, gets her hands down her pants and begins to masturbate right there on the floor.
"Do you... do you fuck her like that a lot?" She asks desperately.
"Yes," you say.
"You never use protection?" Her hands quicken in her shorts.
"Sometimes yes, sometimes no. If you want us to use it every time... you'd better be there to make sure it happens..."
She cums wetly in her pants, and falls to her stomach on the carpet. "Unnfff..." she moans.
Just a few moments later, all is back to relative normal. You're playing Dark Souls II, in a much better mood, and Rose is curled up beside you planning for the arrival of her new villagers. Cerise is still lying on her stomach on the floor, though, half-conscious -- with a huge wet spot in the crotch of her shorts.
Mom comes back into the living room. "Hungry?" She asks you all.
"Yeah," you say.
"Mmm-hmm!" Rose agrees.
"Good. I made cream pies tonight!" Mom announces. "Hope you're all in the mood!"
"I know I am," Rose says, giggling.
"Me too," you say.
Cerise mewls. She's going to have her work cut out for her.