Author's note: This story is 100% fiction. None of the people are real, nor are they based on anyone real. All characters are over the age of 18. This story is, by no means, to be considered an advocation of incest or other forms of illegal sexual conduct. It is merely from the imagination of a peculiarly creative mind.
I have received an overwhelming amount of positive feedback and quite a few requests to continue the story of Jake, Dani and Sam (characters in my first story "Triplets: Three Are One"). Here is my attempt to make lightning strike twice- but I make no promises. All my stories are pretty much one-offs, so I don't know what to expect after this paragraph. I just hope you like it.
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It was an early Sunday morning in late January, almost six months after I and my twin sisters (we're triplets) had moved into my late parents' house together, when I woke up to the familiar scent of percolating coffee in the kitchen. This was part of the morning ritual: wake up, don my boxers, stumble my way into the kitchen and see which of my two lovely sisters had been kind enough to prepare the morning's coffee. I don't know how either of my sisters manage to wake up so early in the morning, but they do it every day, often at the same time. From what I've figured out, one wakes up the other (it's apparently arbitrary as to which one wakes up first). She will then go into the bathroom and take a shower in preparation for their shared morning run (1 mile every day) while the other brews the coffee. Then the showered one will come out and take the coffee-maker's place to wait for me to wake up. As of December, we added a small wrinkle to the morning routine: each morning, before they leave for their jog, I fuck them.
Yes. You read that correctly. I fuck my twin sisters. Every day. Two loads of cum seeping into their warm, willing pussies while they jog around the neighborhood and wave to our unsuspecting neighbors. If you were a fly on the wall in our kitchen, you'd see the girls come back from their run every morning, their matching gray sports clothing stained with sweat, and if you would pay especially close attention to their crotches and ass cracks, you'd see dark stains that might LEAD you to think they were caused by sweat. Those special patches of bodily fluid came from me, their twin brother. It's my cum leaking out of them and soaking their clothing. Apparently, they revel in the feeling and secret knowledge that my sperm is keeping them warm inside.
We had been lovers, just the three of us, for little less than a month when I came out that morning. The girls both took birth control, ensuring that they wouldn't get pregnant, because they preferred to feel the skin-to-skin contact of my cock sliding into their wet holes. And it's like this every morning.
In case you missed my earlier account of our first encounter, here's some background information for you: My sisters and I were born to the most wonderful and loving parents a set of triplets could ever hope to have. Sadly, they both died when we were 27, which left us to decide what to do about their possessions and estate. Our parents' belongings languish in exile in my old house while their house, which was built by our great-grandfather in the late 1800's, is now home to the three of us once again. My sisters and I have moved in and have created a home of our own there, basking in the easy familiarity of love and understanding known so well by twins and triplets.
Apparently, while I was away at college, my sisters had become lovers. For some time, they kept it a secret, but at some point Dad got involved. Mother eventually came into the picture, leaving only me in the dark about the fact that incest was being practiced within my family. I discovered the truth in early December, some time after our parents had already passed away, entirely by accident, but on that morning things progressed quickly. I became the "man of the house."
Am I regretful of the life I lead with my sisters? No. And if you knew them, you wouldn't be, either. Everything we do, sexually and otherwise, is done with love and affection. We feel no more uncertain about our relationship than anyone else in a normal relationship would. The only reason we keep our situation quiet is simply to keep the cops from busting down our door. If it were legal, we'd make no secret about it whatsoever. I love my sisters and they love me. Sex is just a by-product of that love, but I freely admit it's also one hell of a damn good perk!
My sisters are the most beautiful women I know, bar-none. Dani, the business-minded among us, has short brown hair and a perfectly fit figure. She owns an accounting consultancy firm, which provides her with a good deal of time to herself while her underlings keep the business running. She goes into the office once a week for status reports, but mostly she just stays at home and reads a lot- when she isn't fucking one of her twins' brains out. Dani has an insatiable sexual appetite. Sam, the other sister, is an artist at heart and a web designer by profession. She now runs her own web design business out of the house, using our parents' old bedroom as an office, and is as wild as she is beautiful. Sam's hair is long and extends down to her perfect ass in a braided ponytail, which accentuates her lean, lithe body. In all honesty, BOTH my sisters' bodies are just about identical with their hair being the only exception. And both are as sweet as can be, loving and generous with a fantastic sense of humor. Five-foot-eight, 34-D, 110 pounds, gorgeous AND a sense of humor? God could not have created a more beautiful creature on accident. That He made TWO of them indicates that, yes, there IS a God, after all.
I, the male in the trio, am Jake. I guess you could say that I'm luckier than most people (the fact that I'm fucking my two sisters notwithstanding). I came into a very large sum of money after selling off an invention of mine, giving me lots of time on my hands to stay home or do anything I please. I'm not a slouch, mind you. I DO keep fit. While the girls are out running, I usually recouperate from our morning fuck-sessions by going outside and doing Tai Chi, to build up my energy levels and get a private work-out. I stand at 5'10", have a lean, athletic build, weigh in at 150 pounds and enjoy doing just about anything with my hands. Having gotten my degree in Applied Engineering, I'm pretty good with just about any type of tool and have the responsibility of doing the maintenance and upkeep of the house. It's not that tough of a job, really. As long as we keep an eye on a few things, we can keep the house in great condition until we're good and old. Actually, the REAL start of this particular story has something to do with that.
You see, working on the house during the winter had kept me pretty busy. The snowfall in Tennessee (our home state) had been especially heavy, which put some minor stress on our rain gutters, the roof and a few other house exteriors. I was fixing the gutters one morning (one of them had slipped its moorings and had dragged a few other sections off their hinges), when I got to thinking about how to keep the snow from causing so much damage. I won't go into my train of thought on that day, but suffice it to say that it lead to yet another idea for an invention. I spent a few days afterward making a prototype and affixing it to our house, to see if it would work. Sure enough, it worked like a charm. I discussed it with the girls and they both agreed that I should patent it and try to sell it. So I got in touch with a few companies that might be interested in the idea I'd come up with and one of them decided to come out and see my invention in action. Thus: the story really begins there, on the morning of the Research and Development Inspector's arrival to our incestuous home.
I padded into the kitchen and saw Dani leaning peacefully against the kitchen counter, reading the morning's newspaper. She was, as had become the common mode around the house after our affair had started, completely nude. Her hair was wet and matted around her ears, a sign that she'd already showered and was waiting for Sammie, but she showed no signs of being cold (and she better NOT have! I spent three weeks working on that heating system and getting it to perfection!). She looked up from her newspaper when she heard my feet slap the wooden kitchen floor. I noticed her hand slip up to her mouth from her crotch. She'd been leisurely masturbating while she was waiting for me, I guess.
"Oh, good!" she said brightly as her pussy-slicked finger slipped away from her luscious lips. "You're awake! Sam and I were beginning to think we'd have to do without our breakfast."
I smiled wanly, still trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. By "breakfast" I knew exactly what she meant: two heaping helpings of their bother's greasy cum. What a way to start the day, eh? I approached her and kissed her lightly on the lips, tasting just the slightest remnant of her pussy juice. "What time is it?" I asked as we parted.
