Disclaimer: This story is fictitious and so are the characters. All characters are 18-years-old or older. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral and illegal, and not condoned by the author. Not for publication.
This story contains non-consensual incestuous sex. If that bothers you, don't read it. You've been warned.
BRIT SEALS THE DEAL
Britney Thornton showed up at about 10:00 a.m. after a night of post-game partying, followed by a stay over at her friend Jenny's house. She hadn't been home for two days, which was not an uncommon occurrence since her graduation from high school the previous spring.
Her parents didn't push too hard on rules. The college girl was 18-years-old, competent in school, and exceptional in soccer -- her favorite athletic activity.
Brit was a starter on the local J.C. team and well on her way to earning a scholarship to a bigtime college program. It was her announced goal when she entered the junior college, despite her generally good grades.
The young athlete's personality, intellect and appearance drew from both her siblings. She was the fortunate recipient of their best traits -- intelligence, athleticism, and good looks. Brit was more ambitious than her twin brother, David, but not as brilliant as her older sister, Allison, and better looking than either.
When all was said and done, Brit really was the whole package. She worked hard, was a young adult, and if she wanted to stay out on a weekend, her parents didn't object.
The attractive teenager looked much like her brother and, while not identical, being girl and boy, no one was ever surprised to learn that she and David were twins.
Physically, Brit took after their mother's side of the family. Taller than Kate, she was still only 5'4". Her short height was the only reason she didn't get an athletic scholarship right out of high school, where she was All-League and the team's leading scorer.
Not surprisingly considering her active lifestyle, Brit's sandy brown hair was short and straight in a sporty cut, and often tied with little ribbons or held by rubber bands in mini-pigtails. Her skin was clear and tanned with freckles dotting her nose and cheeks from the time spent on the soccer field.
The soccer star was wiry strong, limber, and in excellent cardiovascular condition, as one would expect of an athlete. She weighed maybe 108 lbs. fully dressed. Trim and muscular, her legs tapered nicely from thigh to ankle.
Considering her generally small frame, and for all her high-calorie burning activity, her most unexpected physical attribute was the impressive swell of her chest...at least until you saw her mother and older sister.
Brit featured a solid C-cup, at minimum, but her generous breasts were often less detectable when strapped down in the sturdy sports bras she favored. Unlike her mother's gymnastic past, Brit was determined that the size of her marvelous tits wouldn't be an impediment to her soccer career.
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As she casually breezed into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, the vibrant coed was surprised to see her mother sitting at the breakfast nook wearing only bikini panties and a light semi-transparent tank top.
"Hi mom...uh, are you the only one home?" Brit asked curiously, becoming even more surprised by Kate's answer.
"No, sweetheart. Allison's upstairs in her room studying," her uneasy mother replied with obvious discomfort, watching her younger daughter anxiously.
Kate wanted to gauge Brit's reaction to her scanty attire, while also doing her best to be convincingly nonchalant in her response.
"David's around here somewhere, but I couldn't begin to tell you where," Kate followed coolly. "Maybe his room."
"O-kay... Ummm...why are you dressed that way?" Brit had to ask, since her mother was generally quite conservative in her clothing and her current attire simply didn't make sense. "I mean...isn't that a bit 'skimpy' with David around?"
"Oh...well, Brit, it's alright," her suspect mother answered matter-of-factly. "He won't mind."
"No shit, he won't mind!" Kate's incredulous youngest daughter wholeheartedly agreed.
Brit knew of her nasty brother's affinity for porn, particularly 'MILF porn,' and was sure David would be happy to stumble upon their mother practically 'undressed' -- family or not. Her enigmatic mother's panties weren't a thong or anything, but they were a pink cotton French-cut bikini style that could only be called 'sexy.'
Above that, Brit clearly saw the dark rose circles of her mother's areola through the white ribbed cotton of her form-fitting tank top, not to mention the generous side-boob showing through the arm holes.
The alert soccer star only slowly turned her head in shame, unscrupulously noticing how firm...and how appealing, her mother's large, unsupported breasts were for her age.
"I'm glad the team won yesterday," Kate smiled with motherly pride, having learned the results from Brit's post-game text, and desperate to turn the subject to anything other than the fact she sat half-naked in the kitchen.
"How was the party?" Brit's thoughtful mother followed inquisitively, as if everything was normal.
"Um, it was good...a lot of my friends came by," Brit answered tentatively, almost as if not wanting to tell more than was necessary. "Sorry I stayed over, but you know, it was late and all."
"It's alright, sweetheart, it's not like it was a school night or anything," Kate acceded to her youngest daughter's growing independence and responsible nature. She was a cool mother that way.
Brit had just sat down at the table when Allison made an appearance at the kitchen entryway.
"I thought I heard voices," Allison stated uncertainly, enduring the same dread her mother was clearly feeling.
"Uhh...umm...," Brit coughed upon seeing her older sister's morning attire.
Now, the bright college girl knew something was off.
Standing in the doorway was her bookish big sister, who spent all her time studying and never had a social life, in what appeared to be a lacy black thong and a brief midriff black t-shirt. It was obvious Allison was braless, with her huge tits pushing against the shirt and her pointed nipples indenting the front.
More shocking still, and judging by what appeared to be a prominent 'camel-toe' pressing against the snug-fitting panties, it appeared to the highly-observant teen that her modest sister had at a minimum trimmed her pussy hair, and that her 'who gives a shit what I look like' older sibling might even be completely shaved between her legs.
Not that Brit cared. She shaved her pussy too, but could never imagine Allison doing so, or even caring one way or the other about such a thing.
