Brother and Sister's Incestuous Desires
An Incestuous Harem Universe Story
Incestuous Harem:
Clint forms a harem with the women in his family.
Doctor's Incestuous Family:
James has to balance having a naughty relationship with his mother and sister!
Dominating My Older Sister:
Juana wants Clint's help to make her older sister into a sex slave!
Daughter's Slut Training:
Mrs. Umayyah begins training her daughter to be a slut.
Breed Me Big Brother:
Alicia wants to be bred by her big brother Clint!
Twin Sister Delights:
Minako and Kimiko, a pair of virgin twins, have just moved into the neighborhood and caught the attention of the naughty Lee.
Public Incestuous Passion:
Melody helps a sister catch her brother's eye!
Sean Reenburg
I stepped out into my backyard, strings of lights running from the various sculpted plants and statues to illuminate everything. Knots of people were gathered throughout while servers in crisp, white shirts (whether they were men or women) and black slacks moved through the crowd holding trays with various horderves or drinks that ranged from flutes of champagne to mineral water to tea. I paused on the back patio to drink it in.
They were all dressed in elegant clothing, not much different from the tuxedo I wore. I felt suave as my eyes flit around, like I was James bond and not a twenty-year-old kid. I grinned, loving the flow of men equally dressed in tuxedos like mine, black jackets and bow ties. They looked dashing as they escorted beautiful women.
So many beautiful women. California did not have any shortages in that regard. And they flocked to the rich and powerful. My father was a state senator. He crafted laws for California. The state had the largest economy of any part of the U.S., with the largest population, and the most influence. When California passed a law or regulations, other states took notice.
Other states copied.
That was power. And it came with its perks. We lived in a large house on a sprawling piece of property on the outskirts of our town. When my father threw a party, powerful businessmen, influential thinkers, generous philanthropists, the stars of Hollywood, and other politicians flocked. They were drawn like moths.
I wanted to have this power. I wanted people to come to
my
parties when I threw them. I hungered for it. I already had my path before me. Law school was the first step. Then land a job at a powerful firm. My mother may have chosen to establish her own practice, and she was successful at it, but I wanted the prestige of a powerful law firm. From there, I would make contacts. I would build my social contacts. I would find the same power my father was gathering.
A group of women in elegant dresses that clung to their tanned curves swept by, giggling as they chatted. My eyes lingered on them, on the sway of their rumps, the jiggle of their breasts. They were all breathtaking. My cock twitched and throbbed in my slacks.
They weren't the only gorgeous women here. My gazed darted from the redhead in the plunging neckline pretending to laugh at Mr. Spencer, a silicon valley millionaire, telling a joke while rubbing at his bad comb over. Then I was staring at the bottle-blonde clinging to the overweight man. A famous producer who could make any promising starlet's career. She would do so many naughty things for him in hopes of landing that chance.
Then my eyes landed on the one woman here I truly wanted.
She stood tall and blonde, a natural shade of gold. Her large breasts rose and fell, swelling the light-blue cocktail dress she wore, the neckline scooped to show a generous amount of cleavage. Expensive jewelry adorned her body, diamonds dangling from her ears, sapphires about her neck, rings glinting on her fingers. She was mature, confident, a woman in her early forties and just ripened to perfection. Her legs were toned and firm, calves shaped by her heels. She shifted her hips, turning, giving me a view of her tight rump hugged by her skirt.
I salivated for her. Hungered for her.
I wanted to fuck my mother.
And why not? This was a whole new world I lived in. My last year of school, my junior year of college had opened my eyes to incest. One guy, who just graduated last week, had changed everything. Clint Elliston III.
A man who had the confidence to fuck his little sister in the middle of the cafeteria, or so the rumors said, while everyone ate around him. And there was no doubt that the lolita Alicia was pregnant, her girlish figure swelling with her pregnancy as the school year drew to a close.
And she wasn't the only pregnant woman close to Clint. His "cousin," Lee, was also pregnant, bred by him, and so was his mother. I groaned when I realized that Clint's mother, Cheryl Elliston, was standing by my mother, her guest since Mrs. Elliston worked for my mother, whose beauty had eclipsed Mrs. Elliston's.
Not to say Mrs. Elliston wasn't beautiful. Her dyed-blonde hair tumbled about her mature and lovely face, her large breasts tenting the bronze dress she wore. It wasn't cut as tight as other dresses, but draped down her huge tits and swollen, pregnant belly. She clutched to a young man, escorting him.
Clint Elliston himself. He stood tall beside his mother, a dark-haired and handsome man. Half the girls in the student body wanted to fuck him. I suspected my sister, Maria, was one of them. He had that chiseled chin and masculine confidence that melted panties.
I wanted to be him so bad. I was glad my father insisted I go to a public school. "When you enter politics and you can say you went to public college and not an ivy elite," my dad would say, "that you're no different from the people you want electing you, they'll love you. It's not just who you know, but how well you can convince the men that you're the sort of guy they can have a beer with." He'd then grinned. "And for the women, that you're the sort of man who will make them explode. Bill Clinton carried the female vote for a reason."
Clint had that sort of magnetism. And so did I. I had to do that to my own mom. I had to fuck her.
I had to claim my mother. There had to be a way to do it. If I could seduce my mother, then I could go so far in politics. My dick throbbed in my slacks.
* * *
Maria Reenburg
I sidled up to my father, a coquettish smile on my nineteen-year-old face. My skirt swirled about my thighs, my various layers of petticoats rustling with every step. I
loved
