One particular evening, Kay calls it an early night. Lying out on the Nail House's living room couch with Noelle in her arms, she just can't wrap her head around Noelle's taste in media:
"Is this seriously all you watch? Animes about rampant lesbian high schoolers?"
"No," Noelle counters. "Sometimes they're rampant lesbian middle schoolers, or rampant lesbian office ladies..."
"Gross," Kay says. "No wonder you're such a queer in real life." She kisses Noelle on the cheek, lets go of Noelle's midsection, swings her legs over the side of the couch, and stands. "I should walk the dog. Wanna come?"
"No thanks," Noelle says, smiling up at her. "I'd rather watch the next episode than go play pooper-scooper for your yippy little mutt."
"Guy isn't yippy."
"Guy is so fucking yippy. She woke me up yesterday at 4 in the morning."
"Yeah, because your piece of shit cat was getting on her nerves."
"Don't bully my cat."
"He's literally named 'piece of shit'! What do you want me to call him, huh?"
Noelle sticks her tongue out. Kay, exhaling hard and rolling her eyes, tromps off.
Alone again in the living room, Noelle gets to enjoy her degenerate anime in peace for a little while. But only a little while. Because soon Alabaster is coming downstairs, and he's dressed to go out. As he slips his shoes on in the entryway, he glances back towards the living room and raises an appreciative eyebrow. "Magical Witchy?"
"Uh huh," Noelle says, stretching long and luxurious. Her back arches and her legs shake. She yawns. "I was showing Kay what a good series it is."
Alabaster makes a show of glancing all around, as if searching for the missing reporter.
"She didn't like it," Noelle avers.
"Of course she didn't like it," Alabaster says. "She's way too normie to get it."
Noelle sits up. "Where are you going?"
"Taking the dogs out for a walk."
Noelle frowns. "There's only one dog in this house. Kay already took her."
"No. Right now there's two others," Alabaster says.
Noelle's frown only deepens. "What does that mean?"
Alabaster is about to reply, something smarmy no doubt, but down the stairs comes all the answer Noelle needs.
"Cerise -- please -- this is way too embarrassing! Please can't we just play inside?"
"No. Shut up. Let's go."
Noelle's eyes are dinner plates as the two come into view. Cerise is dressed in her typical business casual, a skirt and blouse with coat. But Alex is dressed like a cheap whore. He has on a skimpy camisole that doesn't even cover the lower half of his torso, and leaves his smooth arms bare, plus a micro-mini skirt that's hardly low enough to cover his ass. The top is baby blue and the skirt is candy pink. On his feet he wears fuck-me pumps that make it difficult for him to walk, and thigh-high leggings that pinch his flesh deliciously. His face is smeared with a thick application of makeup: mascara, eyeliner, blush, and lipstick. But maybe most shocking of all is that his wrists are tied behind his back -- and around his neck, he wears a choker much like Cerise's. Except that his has a lede attached to it, dangling down over his chest and ending at the crotch of his skirt, waiting for someone to take it.
"Magical Witchy?" Cerise asks, nonchalant, as she puts her flats on in the foyer.
"I..." Noelle stammers. "Yes."
"Shit taste. Bunch of moeshit garbage. No wonder Alabaster thinks you're some sort of cultured expert."
Despite the surprise of seeing Alex in such a sorry state, Noelle cannot let insults like that stand unchallenged. "Oh, fuck you," she says. "I'm not going to be lectured by the woman who unironically likes Boku no Pico. You're just a fujo who can't admit it to herself."
"Throwing stones in glass houses, don't you think?" Cerise says. With her shoes both on, she stands upright again, and puts a hand on her hip. "At least I'm into boys. You're out here throwing a Japanese clam bake every night and claiming to be straight."
"2D is different from 3D!" Noelle insists. "It's not the same!"
Cerise flaps her hand as if to say, "blah blah blah."
"Don't you give me that shit!" Noelle hollers. "You fucking dy--"
"can we go now please. im dying of embarrassment..."
Noelle does a literal double take. Joining the madly blushing Alex at the base of the stairs comes Gal. She's dressed the same way Alex is: barely-there top, micro skirt, thick makeup. Her hands are also tied up behind her, and she has a leash to take hold of, too. Noelle tries to say something, anything, but all she succeeds at is wordlessly flapping her jaw a few times.
"Which one do you want to walk?" Alabaster asks his older sister.
"Slutboy for sure," Cerise says. She grabs Alex's leash. "Come on, whore."
She yanks, forcing Alex to stumble forward a couple steps with a light "oof" sound.
"Then I guess this useless cunt is my responsibility," Alabaster replies. He takes Gal's leash with equal viciousness. She also stumbles, and in her case, she nearly falls over as she rolls one of her ankles.
"th-thank you Sir"
"Shut the fuck up," Alabaster tells her. She shuts up.
These two horny siblings are not playing around right now. They're really intending to abuse these poor victims of theirs in public...
Cerise tilts her chin Noelle's direction. "Hey, Alabaster. I think your guard-dyke is interested."
"She would be," Alabaster laughs. "We've got two slutty girls on parade."
"One," Noelle says. "You've got one slutty girl on parade."
Cerise, giggling, agrees. "Finally you're right about something. Alabaster hates pointing it out, but yes. We've got one slutty girl -- and one slutty boy..." She reaches down, takes the ruffled hem of Alex's skirt, and lifts it. Noelle gets an eyeful of Alex's thick cock dangling, half-hard, between his slender legs; he doesn't have underwear on.
"D-don't look..." Alex pleads with her. Noelle looks.
Cerise wraps her hand around Alex's dick and slowly starts to stroke him, smiling cruelly at Noelle. "See? It's cute, right?" Alex's cock is quickly waking up and hardening in her grip.
"It's disgusting, is what it is," Noelle says, gulping.
"Right," Cerise says. "How disgusting it is, is what makes it cute..."
She lets go of Alex's now mostly-erect penis, to reach around behind him. She slips a couple fingers into his asshole and starts to fuck him. Alex, with his cock poking up from under the hem of the skirt, writhes and moans in his girlish voice. He surrenders to the sensations coming from his asspussy, and starts to shamelessly hump back against Cerise's skilled fingers, mouth hanging open and eyes going vacant. Like the "dog" they're treating him as tonight, all he cares about is getting off. His ass slaps meatily against Cerise's palm.
"We trained him to cum from just his asshole," Alabaster says. "So even if he's technically a boy, it's really like he's just another girl. Because he cums hardest from getting fucked like one."
Alabaster is getting handsy with Gal, too, feeling her cunt up underneath her skirt.
"Yesh..." Alex says. "I'm a bitch... I'm a dirty fuckbitch..."
Noelle isn't sure what to focus on. Her mind is being overwhelmed.
"That's what makes traps so much more fun than normal girls," Cerise says. "Girls already have pussies. Traps have a cute little hole that you have to turn into a pussy yourself, over time..."
"Is your pussy wet?" Alabaster asks Noelle.
"Oh, it's wet," Cerise answers for her. "I can smell it from over here."
"just like that, Sir... im gonna cum..." Gal whines under Alabaster's continued molestation. Her eyes are tightly shut and she bites her lower lip. Alabaster takes his fingers out of her pussy, then slaps her hard across the face. She gasps in pain and shock. The look of sudden betrayal on her face is so hot...
"You cum when I say you do," he tells her.
"y-yes Sir"
Noelle exhales like she's been punched.
"Where... where are you guys all going like that?" She asks.
"Out," Cerise says.
Noelle shakes her head.
Cerise tugs on Alex's leash. She's still ruthlessly fingering his asshole as she commands: "Tell her where we're going."
"They're... taking us out for a walk... downtown."
As she fingers him, Cerise tickles his balls. He shivers, cries out, and blows a thin wad of cum all over the tile floor. Cerise giggles.
"Clean that up," Alabaster tells him.
"Yesh..."
Cerise forces him down, on his knees with his butt high in the air. She uses her foot to mash his face into the runny white mess. He licks it all up, an expression of pure bliss on his face.
"You'll... you'll be recognized," Noelle warns them.
"That's no problem," Cerise says, never looking up from the lewd sight of Alex slurping his own jizz off the ground. From her breast pocket, she produces a pair of huge sunglasses and a surgical mask: the Sakura Dokuhaku special. A sorry disguise, but good enough to provide plausible deniability. Alabaster and their two slaves also don the getup -- the slaves with the assistance of the sadistic brother-sister duo leading them.
"You can come, if you want," Alabaster tells Noelle.
"No -- nooo," Noelle drawls. But her eyes are glassy and she can't stop watching the lewdness on display.
"I'll let you fuck my wife," Cerise offers.
"nnn-- cerise..." Gal whispers.
"She licks pussy like no one's business," Cerise says. "She'll have you cumming on her face in no time."
Gal would say something in protest, maybe, but Alabaster is occupying himself by choking her. She wheezes, and her face turns crimson from lack of air.
"I'll get dressed," Noelle says.
---
Palo might be a pretty liberal city, but this sadomasochistic sexual display still turns heads. As Alabaster leads Gal, and Cerise leads Alex down the busy thoroughfare, passersby turn and gawk. Some whistle and cat-call -- turned on by the obscenity. Others shake their heads, gasp and tut, casting shame on the perverts. At one point, one scandalized woman actually, no-shit says: "I never!" At another point, an older man stops to spit on Alex's feet as he passes, yelling: "whore!" This, of course, only makes Alex moan pitifully.
Gal and Alex have similar, but slightly different problems to contend with. Gal's slut pussy is getting all overheated and drippy from being on display, and soon the evidence of her arousal is plain for anyone to see. Her inner thighs are shiny with her lust in the late afternoon sun. Alex is also getting hot, and without the use of his hands, there's no way for him to conceal the tent developing in his skirt. His pink nipples are also hardening, and poking through the flimsy material of his top, completing his whorish look. As girly as he looks, there can be no mistaking that he's anything other than the slutboy Cerise so meanly calls him, being led around with a hard cock in public.
Noelle follows along too, and despite her earlier reservations, she's fully on board now. Whenever the coast is even remotely clear, her curious hands drift underneath Gal's sheer skirt and start to toy with her genitals. Gal, like Alex, is going nopan.
"n-noelle..." Gal breathes. "you're gonna... you're gonna..."
Alabaster tightens his grip on Gal's leash to choke her and cut her off. Leering in delight, Noelle violates her, unfettered by resistance. She fingers both of Gal's holes indiscriminately.
"You really are a lesbian," Cerise marvels. "You've got a cute boy to abuse over here and you can't quit playing with pussy..."
Noelle stops, turns, and faces Gal head-on. She strokes the frightened girl's reddening face. "The delicate beauty of girl surrendering to pleasure is impossible to surpass," Noelle says sagely. "Besides... I owe this bitch a little payback for all the trouble she caused the FBI as Galatea -- don't I?"
"i-- i'm sorry," Gal says.
"You will be," Noelle says, smiling. In such little time, she's come to relish flaunting her sadistic side.
Even as they trade these dirty remarks and gestures, pedestrians mill around them -- whispering, murmuring, and pointing. Alabaster doesn't care, nor Cerise, nor Noelle. But Gal and Alex, subjects of this extremely public humiliation-play, are feeling precisely that -- humiliated. They stare at the sidewalk and blush. Gal's pervy pussy drips and Alex's pervy cock throbs.
"I need my cock sucked," Alabaster grunts. "Let's find somewhere to get one of these cunts on their knees."
"I like the way you think," Cerise tells him. Together, they lead their toys into a public park -- how's that for walking the dog? They find a spot with a bench that doesn't get a lot of foot traffic. Alabaster, sighing, sits. He unbuckles his pants and gets out his straining cock. Right out in the open.
"Which one of you two wants it?" He asks, wagging it back and forth.
It's Cerise, though, who answers. "Why waste it on the dogs? I wanna suck it."
Alabaster lets go of his cock and loops his arms over the back of the bench, as his way of telling Cerise to go ahead.
Cerise squats down in front of the bench. She traps her brother's cock in between the mask she wears and her lips. She loves the scent of her little brother's sweaty fuckpole, and takes several long moments just to enjoy it, kissing and suckling and smelling his cock perversely. Alabaster pets her in appreciation. There's nothing better, in their opinion, than brother-sister fellatio.
"What... what about me?" Noelle wants to know.
"Sit down," Alabaster says, patting the benchtop beside him.
"Get off with us," Cerise says. Her voice is muffled by dick.
Noelle does as suggested. She sits on the bench. Standing before her, are her two options: the shy and submissive girl, or the shy and submissive boy. Both a couple of fucksluts ready to help her get off however she chooses to. Normally it would be no contest, she would pick the slutty girl 10 times out of 10. But Alex looks so like a girl himself right now, and his cock poking up is so adorable, that Noelle has second thoughts.
"Use them both," Alabaster says, sensing her indecision.
Noelle grins.
Cerise begins to gag herself on her brother's hard cock as Noelle lifts her butt from the bench and strips her trousers off. It's much further than Alabaster went, who only took his dick out of his fly. She gets completely naked from the waist down, tossing aside her pants, and then her sodden panties too. The cool air of the outside wafting over her hot cunt sends shivers down her spine. Glancing from blushing face to blushing face, she lazily tickles her hard clit and the meaty lips of her pussy. Then, she points at it -- a silent command for them both to service her.
The two whores get down in front of her, cheek-to-cheek. She hugs their ears with her legs, smiling at them. Wordlessly, Alex kisses one of her thighs. Gal kisses the other. They trail their wet kisses up and up, sucking up her sweat and cream, until finally they're at her cunt. Noelle frigs herself while the two begin in earnest to lick her. It's kind of loving, in its own obscene way, and it feels so, so fucking good. But she needs more... more attention, on both her hungry lower holes. So she slinks forward a little ways, and raps her knuckles on the back of Alex's skull.
"Lick my ass," she tells him.
Alex moans like a bitch against Noelle's quivering twat. He droops a little lower and gets to work rimming Noelle out. Gal, with full access to Noelle's cunt-hole, goes to town. Latching her mouth onto Noelle's pussy, her nose against Noelle's clit, Gal demonstrates that her pussy-licking skills truly are second to none. Noelle can't suppress her whinny of delight, nor can she hold back the messy squirt she deposits straight in the back of Gal's sucking throat. Meanwhile, Alex's pink tongue is lapping at her anus from the inside, demonstrating that as good as Gal is at munching carpet, no one on the planet eats ass like Alex Best. Noelle chose well. Her detective's intuition has paid great dividends, and she's getting the absolute most divine oral service imaginable right now. Backed by the steady glug-glug of Cerise choking herself almost to the point of unconsciousness on Alabaster's monster cock, it's almost good enough to make her woozy.
Just the sight of these two sluts on their knees in front of her, hands tied securely behind their backs and skirts riding up over their plump, pale butts, is unbelievably sexy. That anyone at all could walk by and see it, is only an added thrill. Alex's twitchy cock is jutting out at a 45 degree angle, plainly visible, the head oozing precum from the piss slit, all over the footpath below. Gal is also leaking -- all over herself and the dirty ground. They're getting horny just from having their mouths used -- true sluts.
"So -- what do you think?" Alabaster asks. Noelle glances his way. His arms still hanging over the back of the bench, he humps his sister's face hands-free. His cockshaft is shiny with her saliva. "Traps or yuribait?"
"Both," Noelle gulps. "Definitely... definitely both."
"Good choice," Alabaster says. Then, grunting, he starts to fuck Cerise's throat even harder. He fucks his sister's face like it's a cunt. "Oh, fuck... I'm about to cum..."
"Me -- me too," Noelle says, grimacing.
"Come here," Alabaster says. He clasps Noelle's chin and draws her face towards his. Together, as they cum their brains out, they kiss. Alabaster lets his cock fire off in his older sister's gullet and Noelle squirts the horny cunts below her with her girlcum. No one slows down: Cerise bobs up and down on Alabaster's shaft undaunted, diligently milking out every last drop of his sperm with her skilled throat muscles. Gal shakes her face back and forth and runs her tongue in circles around Noelle's burning-hot snatch. Alex sucks her asshole like a lollipop. It's a glorious, wet, messy orgasm for Alabaster and Noelle alike. A few people are walking by on the distance now, and they see it all. But neither Alabaster nor Noelle realize they've got an audience, because they're too busy rooting their own tongues around in each other's mouths as they drop their loads.
Cerise pulls off Alabaster's cock and looks up at Noelle. A little cum-bubble pops on the edge of her surgical mask, and a couple nasty strings her brother's jism hang down off her chin. "So you decided you like traps?"
"Not over girls..." Noelle pants, still enjoying the dual oral.
"Just wait until you see one getting raped though," Cerise says.
Noelle pulls Alex's face off her ass. "Did you hear that?" She asks. "These sadists intend to rape you."
"Uh... uh-huh..." Alex pants.
"Do you want me to save you?" Noelle asks. "I could arrest them."
"N-no..." Alex says softly.
Noelle smiles. "How come?"
"I... want to be raped..."
Noelle presses his face back into her butt. Alabaster is already circling around to do the deed.
---
You rail your mother over the kitchen counter. There was something electric in the air tonight, or maybe it was just the aphrodisiac effect of her baking. But as you cooked dessert with her, you couldn't hold yourself back, and neither could she. Things went from wholesome to primal all at once. You tugged her pants down to her ankles and flipped her apron back and started invading her pussy. She didn't try to stop you at all -- and anyway, knew that she couldn't, even if she wanted to.
Now you've got her bent over, and your cock is thrusting between her legs, embedding itself in that luxuriously hot, squishy hole that birthed you.
"That's it, honey," Mom says as you fuck her in and out. "Cum inside me..."
Just a normal night, right? Except right now Mom seems especially fixated on this: the idea not just of fucking you, not just of letting you creampie her, but of gleefully letting your horny cock fuck her pregnant. This isn't just incest, this is deliberately procreative, cum-inside-on-a-dangerous-day incest. Somehow, being around all of this fucking, and knowing how virile you are, has flipped her switch. She wants you to make a baby in her. Or maybe more accurately, you suspect, she's priming you to want to make a baby inside someone else -- Rose2, or Amber, or Cerise. Or all three. She wants you to knock your sisters up.
It makes no difference to you. As long as you get to have raw creampie sex, damn the consequences. Mom's tits sway pendulously, and you grope them as you hump her. She's a soft woman, and that's her softest part, her udders that give like playdoh under your relentless squeezing. Your crotch slapping against her butt is a wonderful, fleshy noise to fill the kitchen with. The way her cunt cream sluices down your dick and runs across your heavy balls is such a nice relief, and soothes the ache inside your rock-hard shaft, that ache that commands you to rape a tender hole. The silky texture of her fuckhole is just perfect, too -- and she knows just how to tense her insides to coax out your incestuous seed in no time. It won't be long before your cock is spitting a wad of sperm directly into her motherly womb. Could life be better?
Lovingly, you hug her around her back and nuzzle her neck. You trail kisses up and down her. With a free hand, you find the downy tuft of her bush, and toy with with her clitoris, too.
Gripping the counter hard, fingernails clacking against the marble, her eyes roll to the back of her skull and her jaw hangs slack. "Fuck me baby, fuck me baby, fuck me..." she breathes. She sounds like she's turned into an idiot already just from the force of your thrusting dick. "Fuck your mommy, fuck me..."
"Hey -- Whitney wants to know when the cake's gonna be..."
Dr. Carte's voice from the doorway catches, and then trails off, as she realizes what it is she's walked in on. This obscene mother-son fuck session is already approaching its climax, and neither of you care that you've got someone watching you right now. Besides, Dr. Carte can hardly complain, since she herself has been fucking her own daughter without compunction for some time now... it would be hypocritical of her in the extreme to say that you can't do this, right?
"You can't do this!" She says.
Mom turns her head and smiles. "We're already doing it," she says simply. She wags her hips for effect.
Dr. Carte, uninvited, steps deeper into the kitchen, and observes. "This is nuts! Alabaster is your son, isn't he?"
"Yes," Mom replies, "he is." Her pussy twinges around your cock as she says this. The only thing she likes more than pointing out the incest angle herself, is having it pointed out for her.
"And you're not--" Dr. Carte begins, gulping. She leans way forward, hands on knees, to get close to eye level at the union of your cock to Mom's squelching pussy. "You're not!" Still leaning forward, she peers up at you. "You're not even using a condom!"
"What's a condom?" you ask wryly, never breaking pace. Your cock swells and you can feel a trickle of prefuck leaking from the tip. Mom's hungry pussy swallows it all up.
Dr. Carte sighs. "You're so stupid, Alabaster... you too, Scarlett... talking about it is one thing, but actually having risky sex like this is -- well -- it's risky!"
"That's the fun of it," you say.
"But--"
"Butt out!" Mom barks. "Can't you let a boy cum inside his mother in peace?"
Dr. Carte huffs. As much as she purports to be anti-incest, you suspect what her real motive is: jealousy. She's jealous of your mother, and wants you to use her own pussy instead. Dr. Carte would rather have you using one of her holes as a cumdump than inseminate your mother.
"You... know how dangerous this is... don't you?" She asks. She takes a chair from over by the kitchen's center island, and brings it to where you and Mom are fucking. She sits, hands in her lap. "If you... cum inside without protection... she could... she could actually--"
"Get pregnant?" Mom asks slyly.
"Yes!"
"I want to," she says.
Dr. Carte shakes her head. "You've gone crazy. You're letting your vagina think for you -- you don't know what it is you're really asking for!"
"Oh yes I do!" Mom cries. "I want my own biological son to deposit his semen inside my pussy so that it fertilizes me and makes me pregnant! Get the picture?"
Dr. Carte's face is trembling.
"Don't act like you don't want the same thing," Mom says. "How could anyone not want to get pregnant on this wonderful cock? It's only natural! I don't care if it belongs to my son! I want it to make me pregnant!"
Despite herself, Dr. Carte is unbuttoning her trousers and reaching down past the waistband. Gulping for air, she starts to masturbate as she recites all the risks: "There could be... genetic defects... and... how would you explain it to the world? Not to mention the child itself -- and..."
"Don't care," you grunt, crotch thwapping against Mom's fat ass, cock sawing in and out. She's got such a nice, soft cunt to fuck. So you really don't care -- you just want to feel the awesome release that goes along with spurting your cum inside her.
"We've got the best genes," Mom says. "It's fine. Our baby will be so wonderful..." She turns, and pulls your face towards hers, and kisses you deeply. You run your tongue through Mom's mouth as your cock throbs and twitches inside her and violates her most intimate spots.
"You would really let your own son..." Dr. Carte breathes. Her knuckles, bulging out the fabric of her pants, quicken. The slick noise of her schlicking joins the sounds of your incestuous breeding.
"Yes!" Mom screams. "And not just me! All my girls!" She locks eyes with you. Her voice is smoky and thick with lust. She's close to cumming, too. "I'll show them all how to make sure it takes. We'll keep them on their backs, with their butts on a pillow, after you cum in them... so that it all oozes down, right into their ovaries... yeah? We'll have their bellies swelling out to here in no time..."
What a nasty, perverted woman. You love her.
"Alabaster..." Dr. Carte says. "Please be careful--"
"I told you I don't care," you moan. Your nuts are tightening and you're about to spew.
Dr. Carte creams herself. Squeezing her hand between her own thick thighs, she appends: "No -- I mean -- be careful that you save some -- you need to get Whitney pregnant too, don't you?"
"Oh fuck," you heave.
Dr. Carte slides off the chair, to her knees, directly under you. Still holding the counter, Mom peers down at her. With Dr. Carte's face just inches away from the lewd sight of your fuck-show, you blast a gooey load of spunk. The tip of Dr. Carte's nose is practically touching Mom's clit as she drinks the sight of it in. Mom grins at her, and cums against your pulsing dick.
"Amazing, amazing..." Dr. Carte repeats. "You really don't care at all, either of you... you're like animals..."
Your strokes inside your mother's body become slow and lazy as your cum stops squirting out. You just enjoy the sensation of stirring up the spunky mess inside her. It starts to leak out from the seal of your cock in her vagina, and drip across her meaty labia, and down onto Dr. Carte.
"Skank," Mom says reproachfully as she watches your pearly semen dripping on her skin. "You would criticize us for having sex, and yet here you are underneath us, letting us cum on your face."
Dr. Carte just masturbates and watches you stirring up your mommy's pussy. She opens her mouth and lets the creamy slop drizzle onto her tongue. You have a feeling that she won't be satisfied just drinking your leftover jizz with her upper mouth, though.