A small, adorable blue bird beat its wings at the window, letting out a disney-esque cheerful chirp. It bounced and looked in at the family sitting down to breakfast. A wooden spoon rapped at the glass, startling the small creature.
"Shoo! Shoo! Get outta here! I just washed those windows!" Francine rapped, her tits jiggling. She put her knuckles to her generously wide hips with a frown. "More of those damn things every single year." She turned her back to the backyard and with a smile went back to her favorite chore. Feeding her family a hearty breakfast.
Steve felt some sharp, sharp eyes on him at breakfast. It was a crisp, sunny Saturday morning and this was the most harmonious the Smith house had been in years. Klaus watched the news on his phone; Roger graciously skipping ads for him when they'd pop up. Jeff was still asleep and would probably stay that way until four in the afternoon, but Hayley was up and chipper, if a bit suspicious.
And in the middle of it all, happily husband-free, Francine glowed, serving her family a feast.
Her normal pretty pink housewife dress was replaced by a sheer pink nightie and high heels. The kind that you could see through - the super expensive silk nightie, not the high heels. Those were a pussy pink that could claw your eyes out. Her impressive bust made mini mountains in the fabric. The white faux fur around the edge stopped somewhere mid booty, and her nipples constantly threatened to tear the delicate material. A gold hoop bracelet clattered on one perfect bent wrist, and her lipstick was applied professionally. Her lips pulled into a natural, fully formed smile.
"Hey mom," Hayley didn't take her eyes off Steve as she shoved some pan-roasted eggs and mushroom into her mouth, a small morsel falling onto her shirt. "Can I ask about dad?"
"Oh sure," Francine shrugged, her smile fading a little. "We decided it was best if we split, and to do so quickly and painlessly. I get some of his pay, I keep the house, and he gets to live life doing whatever the hell it is he usually does."
Francine tutted and grabbed a napkin to wipe at Hayley's chest. Even at this age the stoner needed her mama to clean her up. Francine moved her fingers quickly over the tattered black crop top. There was a hole right underneath Hayley's left nipple. If Francine yanked on the hem then she would peekaboo the entire family. The black shirt, white fuzzy socks, green booty shorts with mustard stains and crappy bandana made Hayley resemble a homeless lady. Admittedly a stacked big bootied one, but still.
"You two 'decided'. Right. Like he needed prompting," Hayley said sarcastically as she beat her Mom's hands off of her tits.
Steve felt odd at that gap in the table; he supposed he'd taken the man-of-the-house position given his unending sex with his mom, but he was expecting to feel more when he noticed his dad's absence. He felt nothing - or rather - he felt joyful at a baseline. It was only seconds before Roger would cause some pandemonium and this peace would be shattered, sure, but Stan Smith wasn't around to fuck things up further in the event of chaos.
"Where's he at these days?" Hayley asked, seemingly unbothered by the thought of him, too.
Francine shrugged. She knew damn well - some shitshack not too far from home - but a restraining order, counter-operative cover, and her new, growing beau were all safeguards against Stan returning to their home.
"I unno," their mother mumbled, serving a big, final helping of bacon, eggs, juice, toast and leafy greens to Steve, a hand lingering on his shoulder a little too long. "Eat up, sweetie. You had a long, hard day yesterday!"
Hayley's eyes narrowed at Steve, and he knew she had found him out. Maybe not the incestual affair, no - but his sister's blushing cheeks, messy hair, pressed cleavage and shameful, shaming stare - she knew something about his escapade yesterday. Steve remained calm, chewing mindlessly, swallowing fast so he could answer the incoming interrogation.
"Yeah," Hayley grumbled, "where exactly were you, Steve? Mom's alibi is watertight, but the park? You don't smoke, you don't deal, and you certainly don't hang out outdoors - what were you really doing?"
"He wasn't at the park last night," Roger cleared his throat, eyes still stuck on his newspaper, "I was there, relieving some young, pent up men of their stresses - you know, their loads, mental and physical. And unless your name was something vaguely Spanish then I don't think you were there, were ya, buddy?"
"Thanks Roger," Steve groaned, flatly, "glad you have my back, man."
"Heavy is the burden of the server of tea," Roger intoned, raising his brow towards Steve.
"He was working hard serving detention at Principal Lewis' house, weren't you, sweetie?" Francine giggled, not-so-subtly motioning Steve to accept just some part of the truth.
"Detention?" Hayley asked, crossing her legs to hide her growing, wet disgust at the memory of her brother fucking the life out of his blonde bombshell of a partner. "Seems like the only thing being detained was your prick, Steve-"
"Hayley!"
"It's true, mom! That little slimeball was recording himself having sex with some bimbo in some dude's backyard!"
"Hey," Steve rose instantly to match Hayley's energy, "she is not some bimbo! She's my awesome girlfriend, and-"
"-Hey, hey, hey - Hatfield, McCoy, holster your iron!" Roger leapt from his seat, slamming his paper on the kitchen table as Francine gasped. "Hayley, these are some serious accusations you're levelling against your brother! Something this big, this heavy, it needs evidence! Cold, hard evidence, preferably in the form of a link you could just flick me over the family group chat or something-"
"-You guys have a family group chat?" Klaus piped up, sounding hurt more than anything. "That's such bullshit! After all the memes I've sent, all of them curated to each of you, you leave me out of the family group chat!?"
"Klaus I've kept trying to add you but dad was the admin of it, he kept blocking me," Steve answered, truthfully, "besides-"
"-Don't change the subject," Hayley scoffed, "dad's gone for all of three weeks and suddenly you're this bad boy at school? What kind of shit does this girl have you doing, dude? How can you be sure she's not manipulating you-"
"-That's it!"
Everyone sat down as Francine's voice cut through the air, seating her family in one swift, surgical strike. She stood over them, eyes like a hawk, peering particularly at Hayley. Francine took one deep breath and sighed, letting a calm energy fill her as her breasts heaved with the motion, lulling her family into attention.
"Hayley," Francine's voice cooled like iron, "I don't know where the hell you saw what you think you saw, but you are sending Roger that link and he is going to go frame by frame until he's certain that's a hundred percent Steve in that video."
Hayley went to protest, but Francine held a hand in the air, reinforcing that silence with a firm hand.
"Steve," Francine faked a pinch of disappointment, tempered by fear. "I know you said school's been harder since your dad left us, and that you're finding it hard to concentrate. I also know that… Akiko girl you're after is distracting you. But if that's you in that video, then you have some serious explaining to do."
"But mom-"
"-Not another word," she uttered. "I am hereby declaring this a brother-sister day, and you two are going to bond until you can work out whatever the hell this is."
"Ooh, can I join? I know this great spot I've been wanting to go to, and-"
"-Fish please," Francine snapped her fingers, "you ain't a brother, and you certainly ain't a sister. Steve, I'm making you the admin of the family group chat. You can add Klaus if you want, but he's your responsibility."
Steve nodded, head swimming trying to keep up with the ruse. The edge of balance between wanting to spill the truth and wanting to keep their sordid secret under lock was one he was quickly getting accustomed to. He fed his look of disappointment with the thought of missing out on a whole Saturday's worth of sex with his mom, instead spending it with his stupid sister. She looked as incensed; but not wholly against the idea, frowning at Steve.
"Twerp," Hayley mumbled.
"Tattle-tail," grunted Steve.
"Loser," Roger grunted at Klaus who was just swimming there.
Steve quickly finished his meal in silence, before standing up to go and shower, followed quickly by a concerned-looking Francine. Hayley couldn't shake the thought of them from her mind, wondering just how deep this new girl's claws had been sunk into her brother. Genuine concern swam muddily with the feelings of lust she so desperately tried to excise, clouding every single thought she had with foul images and fantasies.
"You did see him," Roger noted dryly, "I don't need a link to know that. I mean, I'll still need that link, but-"
"-Shut up," Hayley warned him, "not one fucking word to mom about this, Roger."
He held his hands up, mimed sealing his lips, and in the same motion, skipped another ad for Klaus, who was too absorbed by the lotto to care for the conversation. Roger rolled out the chair, sliding his dishes to the floor, the sink was all the way over there after all, and the good old trusty floor was right beneath him, so really, this was a micro win-win sitch. He then hung by the door frame, turning back to Hayley.
"This was gonna happen whether or not Stan stayed, hun," he chuckled. "Maybe not in the same way, but this ball was sent rolling years ago."
"You know, that's a whole lot more chilling to say when you don't have 'el agujero' written on your forehead. Just let me eat."
Roger quickly pulled a hand mirror from behind his back, and squinted into it. "Huh. Well, that's my vibe killed. Enjoy the bonding, Hayls!"
(...)
Steve grunted and grumbled as he messed around in the laundry, softly kicking the washing machine. He fished out a pair of swim trunks from the nearby drier and glanced at his phone, seeing a buzz from Hayley. She was showering - not that he cared, he'd wash off at the beach, surely - but clearly preparing for the day ahead.
"Hey grab my swimsuit ok, no bikinis"
He recoiled in disgust at the idea. His sister in some slutty thing, like Fran-girl? Steve thought himself better than that - even as that evil idea slipped into his subconscious and jostled his cock to life. He feigned some vaunted moral disgust at the thought of his sister, with a plain black bikini that covered not even her whole nipples, dangerously threading the lips of her cunt on her bottoms, too.
Steve took a deep breath, and stared at his phone blankly for a few seconds. He was ruined - he wasn't going to ruin Hayley like his mom had ruined him. True, he was happier now, but this was no way for a regular, sane family to live. He looked around the laundry, fished Hayley's full-body swimsuit and a pair of swim-shorts, and packed them in Hayley's daybag.
He then sighed, and chucked Hayley's bag onto the kitchen bench, groaning as he looked for his own backpack. He flicked his phone back on, and mashed a quick reply, pacing idly to distract himself from those carnal, incestuous thoughts.
"Got it, my bag should be in the bathroom. Can you bring it down too?"
"sure, what are you packin"
"My big boy trunks!"
"ok"
Hayley had a way with words, usually. Steve just grunted at the quick messages and went about gathering some items for the beach - some towels, sunscreen, water bottles, and an umbrella. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of Francine since she took him upstairs and disciplined him - genuine discipline, leaving him thoroughly aroused and confused.
She was up to something. He didn't know what - or maybe he didn't want to dig too deep.
(...)
The hot water poured over her head. She rested her elbows on the tile wall, breathed in, held it, then breathed out. Just like smoking a fat jay in the alleyway behind her old middle school.
Fucking God she was so cool. Those preteens told her it all the time. Not that she cared what a bunch of snot nosed brats thought. She was too cool for that. She wasn't insecure or nothing, fuck that noise. She twisted her hips one way, then the other. The shower stream running down her back, between her shoulder blades.
The heat was excellent, it burnt all of the stress out of her shoulders, her neck, her back. Her toes curled and she took another deep breath. She tilted her head up and let the water bead across her face, droplets dribbling down her chin. A few stubbornly clung to her long, erect nipples.
She spread her legs and bit her lips. She was a warrior for mother earth. An anarchist who believed in ethics and being kind to the environment. Sure, she hadn't done any protesting for a few years, she was too busy to blow up a pipeline, and she couldn't really muster the outrage to start a new recycling program in the neighborhood.
Fuck, she hadn't even been to a protest in how many years?
But she was an activist for climate change, for women's rights, for equality, and the preservation of nature. So these half hour long hot showers she took pretty regularly were her little secret - and Jeff didn't shower, so it all evened out. He just liked to stand in the bathroom for two hours every morning and stare at himself in the mirror.
Stan had hated that. The big-chinned weirdo was convinced that Jeff was getting ready in there for a full day of lounging around the house. Hayley felt her chest do a little pitter-patter at the thought of Stan. Sure, he was an asshole. A right wing nut job. A tool of a militaristic exploitative oligarchical patriarchy. He was constantly talking down to her, insulting her, and belittling her ideas, but he was still her fucking dad. And she still cared for him.
So the fact that he hadn't even texted her once since Francine kicked him out of the house hit her pretty hard. But she would never let her mom and kid brother know that. She sighed again. Her breath fogging in the steam.
Her eyes popped open. She pulled the curtain aside and checked the door. Still locked. She glanced at her water proof phone. Calls blocked. She rolled her eyes.
"Eh, fuck it. I've got time." Hayley pressed the hidden panel in the shower and a small cabinet door popped open, a former gun safe for Stan when the paranoid lunatic still lived in the house. Hayley had found it and revitalized it. Now instead of a bunch of man-killing fascist tools she had installed a little 'love-cupboard.'
Y'know, a love-cupboard! It had your basics, really; a tube full of edible gummies, a purple waterproof vibrator she called Friendly Betty (since there was a bright yellow smiley face on the rubber cock tip), a banana (she got hungry sometimes in the shower, so sue her), a sensible bottle of lube (water didn't work the same way lube did… Perverts, learn something for once, read a book after giving your nuts a tug), and a black butt plug called Rogers Delight, since there was a big white stencil on the side that said 'ROGERS DELIGHT PROPERTY OF ROGER THIS GOES IN MY BUNGHOLE DO NOT TOUCH' (we can't stress enough how big this thing was).
Hayley grabbed the banana and sucked it down good. Didn't even need to chew it up, just a nice, easy, python-like swallow. She'd inherited her gag reflex from Francine, not that either one of them knew that. Hayley popped a couple of gummies, then popped a couple more, and the fast acting high fructose corn syrup bears got to work.
"Fuck, you really shouldn't be able to buy these things," Hayley chuckled. The gummies got to work almost instantly, swaying like she'd taken a hammer to the side of the head. She took out Friendly Betty, kissed the tip, took out the sensible bottle of lube and poured a heaping helping of the peppermint scented oil across the top.
"Oh yeah… Fuckin' yes, babe," she grinned. Jeff had been having a very bad case of marijuana-dick for the past few weeks. Well, more like the past few months. Uh, more like the last few… Actually their sex life was sort of shit. Sure Jeff was fun, and funny, knew the best strains, and could make her laugh, but a woman had needs. It was almost like being married to a fantastical Keebler elf. Except she'd probably be getting laid a lot more if she was fucking an elf.
Since she probably wasn't going to get the chance to masturbate at home today… She'd figured she'd better drop a few lady-loads before she was stuck with Steve. Or as she used to call him 'The Forever Virgin Boy Wonder'. There was zero chance she was going to get the chance to sneak off to flick the Hayley-bean while at the beach.
She gave Friendly Betty another little kiss to the tip. Her tiptoes sliding on the edge of the tub. She aimed Betty's smiling face towards her pussy, and slowly, carefully, began to ease the sex toy inside of her. Hayley let out a delighted gasp and gave a shiver. Her breasts bounced a little. Her ass cheeks clenched and her eyes closed.
The steamy little box she was in, the hot little box quivering between her legs, and the cool little head of her vibrator all were wonderfully mixed. She began to slide the toy in and out of her cunt. Her hot-to-trot honeypot began to glisten and gleam. The shower head still beat its water down on her.
Hayley let out a content little sigh. Her core was tight and powerful. Her abs were standing out against her trim waist. Sure, she had a generous rack and a pretty big butt, but she kept herself in fantastic shape for a stoner. Nothing as intense as her time as a bodybuilder, or as a farmer, or as a military assassin, but she kept everything nice and toight. Toight like a lady-toiger.
Hayley began to move the toy all the faster. Her gasping became a little more rhythmic. Her toes slipped a touch. She placed a hand against the tile, her head bowing. Her long black hair hung in her face, across her tits, across her stomach. The water slicked against her scalp. Her nose wrinkled and her lips parted. A little slobbery bit of drool plopped down her chin.
"Fuck. Fuck. Oh my fucking fuck." Her toes curled as the toy continued to slide in and out of her. Her knees knocked together, almost comically so. She tossed her head back with a groan, a mmmming, aaaahing, ooohing sort of groan, from deep in her chest. Her nipples flicked at more droplets of water, the stimulation was electricity.
Her tongue flicked out briefly, lizard-like. Her face was steaming and red. She opened her mouth and gargled some of the water. Swallowing and smacking her lips.
"Fucking fucking fuck, yes." Her vocabulary had dissolved into cavewoman grunts. Just a pounding, groaning, gasping yodel of delight. Her eyes rolled in their sockets. A leg spasm shot through her. She hip checked the wall, a wet meaty smack echoing through the small room. Hayley grinned to herself, an idea arising.
Friendly Betty was more than just a sex toy. It was a versatile sex toy. Hayley slipped her out of herself. She unscrewed the bottom, exposing the suction cup there. She licked it, her silver tongue stud flicking at the rubber briefly.
She slapped the still grinning rubber hoo-haa smasher to the wall. It stuck fast. Hayley let out an excited giggle. She moved and then awkwardly did a handstand. Sure, there was a lot of water, sure, it was slippery, and sure, this was dangerous and stupid, but fucking fuck it was fun!
With the grace of a ballerina, the experience of a well-bred MILF, and the excitement of a heifer in heat, Hayley arched and slipped the vibrator into herself. She frowned, stuck her tongue out, twisted her hips and squeezed, then turned Friendly Betty on. The buzz was deep and loud, like a load of bees had gotten loose inside of the washroom.
"Ohhhhhh yeah baby! Rub mama's cunt. Make her moooooooooo~," She was planning on saying moan, but moo worked just as well. Her gasping climax made her body shiver and twist some more. Her long legs splayed out and she did a split. With a bit of work she managed to start humping the wall.
Friendly Betty was slipping and sliding out of her, like a greased up watermelon in a public pool. She went slopping out now and again, slapping against Hayley's thighs, her ass cheeks, her cunt mound, making the hippie all the happier and hotter.
"Mmmm! Yes! YESSSSH! Move! Hot! Fuck! Faster!" Her toes scrambled for purchase, the water and steam peeling the ganja-green nail polish off them. Water barrelled over her rippling ass. Her thighs were sloppy and wet with lust, cum, and water. Her arms strained with the movement. Her pussy tunnel was on fire with desire.
Her orgasm creeped up on her like a creeper in the night. Stalking, waiting, chancing, retreating, and then going for broke by jumping on her when she least expected it and cracking her hard on the side of the head.
"FUCK! FUCKING SOOO GOOD! FUCK! FUCKING DADDY!" Hayley slapped her hands over her mouth. Then she slammed head first into the tub. Friendly Betty popping off of the shower wall and depositing right inside of Hayley's ass. Truly a one in a million shot. But the vibrator at full power managed to slam right into Hayley's tight-pink, winking eye.
The shower curtain, still attached to the rod, came crashing down on her too, as if to add the cherry on top to the indignity.
The clicking of high heels running in the hallway came through the door. The knocking on the door came next. And then Francine's voice came last. Well, really Hayley came last, since she still had one last good orgasm inside of her that only popped out after her mom started speaking.
"Hayley? What was that bang? Are you alright in there?"
"Mmmmmm, yah, toots... The only thing bruised is my ego," Hayley groaned as her legs sputtered and shook, trying to get some traction. She tossed the shower rod off with a scowl. "And a bit of my dignity."
She winced, yanking the vibrator out of her with a chuckle. Luckily she was stoned. Otherwise that would have hurt like hell.
(...)
"AH! Watch how you're driving! That hurt like hell!" Steve shouted from the back. A bowling ball had gone over his foot. There were no seats, no seatbelts, nothing to hold onto, not even a pillow. Just a lot of bowling balls, some used Sub Hub wrappers, some half-eaten bread as hard as bowling balls, and a new fish tank they promised Klaus (The industrial grade bullet proof glass kind with over 400 gallons of room, like the kind you see in the lobby of Chinese restaurants) and of course, more bowling balls.
"You'd better not be scuffing any of Jeff's balls back there! He is really onto something with finding the perfect bowling ball. I think it might be his calling," Hayley said with a soft smile at her silly, silly husband.
"I thought his calling was grilled cheese sandwiches," Steve said sarcastically as he shoved his face up next to Hayley. He awkwardly bounced on the floor. They were on a gutted sand road leading to the beach. It was an old route that avoided the highway tolls.
"Get down nerd! Before anyone sees you!" Hayley shouted and elbowed Steve in the throat. He tripped over a bowling ball with a yelp and landed with a thud.
"Gack! W-Why can't I sit up there with you!?" He demanded as he avoided getting concussed by another bowling ball.
"What? And let my friends see you if we run into them there? Pfft, no thanks." Hayley popped a joint into her mouth and lit it, taking a deep huff of that sweet sweet wacky tobacky.
"Pfft, friends. You don't have any friends," Steve snarked snidely. He normally wasn't this rude, but Hayley was really starting to grind his gears today, he couldn't take much more of it!
Hayley slammed on the brakes, causing him to slam into the back of her seat. She turned around and scowled at him.
"Careful, nerd. I'm only doing this to get to the truth. By the end of this beach trip you are going to tell me everything. Secret slut girlfriend. Why Mom's acting so… Mom-ish. And when you're gonna propose to Akiko already."
"Do people just expect me and her to go out?" Steve mumbled in confusion. Hayley chuckled and snorted. "Feels like she didn't even know I existed until-"
"-Not really. She's way too good for you. Your hand and goo-sock are probably the closest you will get to having bone breaking, back bending, baby-making levels of sex." Hayley slid out of the car and slammed the door shut, lost in her own words. Steve smirked and adjusted an invisible tie. If only she knew the amount of fuck-making he had been doing over the past week alone.
The back door to the van slammed open and Hayley scowled down at him in a straw hat and a pair of oversized white sunglasses.
"And FYI, Neerfer and Danuta are just in Guadeloupe saving the endangered fur seal. So get wrecked you selfish, anti-environmental philistine." Hayley grabbed the swim bag and yanked it out, slamming the door shut on his face.
Steve waited a few seconds and then knocked. She reopened it with a blush.
"I forget it doesn't open on that side. Come on, spaz."
"This van is a death trap. You guys should get a new one. An electric one maybe. Something that doesn't guzzle gas." Hayley slapped him on the back of the head as they walked towards the surf.
(...)
"What-" Steve said as he stepped out of the blue and white striped changing tent.
"The-" Hayley said as she stepped out of her tent. In her swimsuit. Which was definitely not the one he'd packed for her.
"FUCK!" They both shouted and pointed at the other in amazement and shock. Hayley was in a ruby red microkini. As thin as a piece of toilet paper, with diamonds that just barely hovered over her nipples. A solid amount of areola was peeking out around the perimeter. Her pussy had a small diamond covering it, but she had a serious case of camel toe. Two swooping straps went over her shoulders, down her back and fish lined up her ass crack. An open back golden choker wrapped around her neck. Her green bandana firmly on. Her long black hair swirling slightly in the sea breeze.
Steve's outfit wasn't any more decent. A bright red cheetah print speedo, the kind of colouring animals would evolve to say "consuming this might endanger you". His package was tucked, folded in half, and it still looked like he'd smuggled an extra large grapefruit in there. Hayley's eyes shot down. Then back to his face. Her blush was a bright pink, school girl levels of pink. She looked young and very cute with it gracing her cheeks.
Steve's eyes widened and darted up her chest, her sides, her stomach, her kissable legs, her shapely ankles, her ridiculously sized shoulder-straining boulders. Her over-the-shoulder boulder-holder of a swimsuit strained to keep her tits from jiggling out.
If Hayley looked cute with a blush, Steve resembled a frog that'd accidentally swallowed a habanero pepper. His glasses fogged up and he quickly whipped them off. He wore emergency contact lenses underneath. And he'd finally stopped looking like a small eyed baby boy.
"I thought I told you to pack my swimsuit! Where the fuck did you even get this thing?!" Hayley shouted as she gestured down to all of the exposed skin. You could hardly even call it a swimsuit. A slutsuit was more accurate. An advertisement for an all you can fuck, lick and suck buffet maybe. But swimsuit? The first wave would peel that baby off of her faster than a mennonite in a corn husking contest.
"I told you to grab my big boy trunks! Where do you even buy something like this? The… I don't know… porno-amazon… place store?" Hayley rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"God you are the worst at coming up with comebacks. Or names. Or really anything. Jesus Christ. I am not driving home, getting my swimsuit and driving back. That's way too much driving. I won't get any of the rays…"
"Well I don't want to go back either," Steve grumbled in annoyance. The two frowned at the beach. Frowned at each other. And finally sighed in defeat. Hayley scooped up the daybag in defeat and shoved the rest of the gear into Steve's sweaty arms. His biceps briefly brushing her finger tips, unknowingly sending an electric chill through both.
"Whatever. Just pretend we aren't related. You're the special needs kid I signed up to take care of… Which honestly ain't too far from the truth." Steve glowered at her in annoyance before following after her. Trying to keep the python in his pants from bursting out.
But something was stirring in his loins. Stirring like a pot of oatmeal on boil. Hayley's ass, thiccer then a bowl of oatmeal and cum, was bouncing in front of him. A small sheen of sweat already sprouting up on her glorious round booty cheeks. She walked with a slight sway in her walk. One dimple up, then the other, one then the other, up and down, up and down. She walked hypnotically across the sand dunes. Steve obediently following her like a little puppy staring at its mom's enormous ass.
They chose a decent spot and set up. The umbrella was stabbed, restabbed, stabbed again, and finally stood upright. The beach towels were put down. Hayley got the green one with 'legalize it!' in white print. Steve got the friendship bear care bear one from when he was a baby.
He didn't care, chicks dug sensitive guys. They both plopped down and stared at the ocean. Steve reached into the picnic basket and took out his phone. He pulled up Tetris and started playing. He kept on losing within the first few minutes and rolled his eyes in disgust.
"Want a snack, jackass?" Hayley called from the other side of the basket. Steve opened the top and rooted around.
"Where's the soda? All Mom packed was thermos's… Tic tacs… A bunch of homemade cookies..."
"Schweet!" Hayley said with a fist pump. Everyone agreed Francine's cookies ruled.
"…and like six sandwiches. You want a hummus and water hibiscus sandwich?" Hayley shot up and leaned way over, her tits jiggling together in her haste. Her sunglasses rolled down her nose a bit. Her smile was adorable and rambunctious.
"Ooooh yes! Gimme gimme gimme! Her's fucking rock bro. You ever even try them? She does full on home made hummus. It's some of the most badass stuff you can get your grubby little mitts on." Hayley took the sandwich and took a ravenous lion sized bite. Some humus spurted between her fingers. She chuckled and slurped them off, a small dollop dripped between her tits.
"Whoops," she mumbled through a mouthful of bread, greens and hummus. She carefully scooped a pinkie in and flicked up the offending escaping piece of food. She popped her pinky between her perfect pink lips and slurped it clean.
"God, can't you eat cleanly?" Steve glowered as he took a bite out of a roast beef and cheese. He chewed and heard a ding from his phone. He was almost out of battery too. Probably from the game. He flicked it up and nearly choked on his next bite.
It was a text. From Akiko. And she was at a different beach. She was wearing a cute mint-green bikini, with white polka dots. Her hair was in a loose ponytail and she was holding a beach ball and smiling, tucking a loose strand behind one of her ears. Staring up at the camera underneath her eyelashes. Whoever took the pic was a master.
"HEY STEVE! HANGING AT THE BEACH! YOU FREE?"
"Oh yes, sugoi!" Steve said in delight. He crammed the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and opened one of the thermoses, chugging the extra chunky drink down. It was a very strong tasting stew… It bubbled with carbonation but felt thick like syrup. It was almost like homemade pepsi, but it got his sandwich down. Hayley was also drinking her own thermos, making interested little humming noises.
He moved to respond only to get another text. He opened it up. And nearly choked on his sandwich. It was Francine. Nude. On his bed. Legs spread, pussy pink and slippery. She was grinning, winking, and flashing dual peace signs. There was a vibrator in her ass.
"HEY STUD! FRAN GIRL HERE JUST LETTING YA KNOW TO SIP YER DRINKS YO! OTHERWISE THE PILLS I 'BORROWED' FROM PRINCIPAL L WILL KICK IN ALL AT ONCE. KISSIES! XOXOXO LOL MOMMY."
"Wait…The what borrowed from Lewis?" Steve said in fear. Hayley finished off her thermos with a pop. A little dribble of purplish liquid splashed down her chin. She wiped her face off with a napkin and rooted around in her cheek before pulling out half of a blue energy pill.
"Da fuck?" She said. She shrugged and tossed it over her shoulder. It was probably nothing. Steve glanced at the pill, his sister, his own drink, and then at his barely-alive phone. The brief picture of the winking MILF fading behind a lock screen.
Hayley rotated her neck and then got onto her stomach. Arms folded underneath her chin. She stared and meditated towards the ocean. She raised her hand and snapped smartly.
"Yo. Spaztoid. 'Screen me up. My shoulders are sore, too, use your soft girl hands and massage me while you're at it." Hayley commanded, snapping her fingers all the faster. Steve frowned, then the energy pills kicked in. He clutched his chest with a gasp and felt all of the blood pour through his body like water down the drain.
His eyes widened. His nostrils flared. And his erection began to tent out his pants. He let out a little squeal. This man sized slut-slamming salami was not going to go down anytime soon! His throbbing twat-twister was thrumming, desperate, and his balls felt like they were doubling in size from all of the unspent jizz swimming around inside of them.
Moving like a man on a minefield, he opened the picnic basket. There were two bottles of suntan lotion in there. One was the normal one they used on all of their vacations. A common slightly crusted up bottle, stained with fingerprints from a thousand uses. The other was in a newer, sleek red bottle. It was eye-catching, with the words 'FAST ACTING HIGH INTENSITY POWERFUL APHRODISIAC. WARNING CAUSES HIGH FERTILITY' in neat little white script along the side.
Steve gulped as he balanced both bottles in his hands. Fran-girl definitely planted both here. She definitely had a plan. A devious plan, an obvious plan, now what was he to do? Fall for it? Dance like the trained monkey that she expected him to be? Or act like an independently minded stud and actively disobey his mama?
He glanced at the bottles, he glanced at his sister's gloriously round rear. Bottles. Butt. Bottles. Butt. Bottles. Back to butt.
"Yo! Get with the squirting, squirt!" Hayley said as she wiggled her ass at him. Steve took a deep breath and squirted the family's old faithful into his hands, rubbing them together then applying them quickly, robotically to Hayley's back. Like a mighty paladin he held firm in his reserve of willpower, summoning all the strength of his oath to not mess up his sister's life.
So no, mama, Steve thought, he would not rub the fuck-lotion into his poor sister's back. Her nubile, soft, tender back, turned to him and exposed like a poor little rabbit before a lion. He couldn't be mired in his own self-disgust, there wasn't enough time to balance his cool, keep up the ruse, and not fire hot ropes of cum onto Hayley's unsuspecting back all at once. Francine had curated this experience but by god Steve was going to remind her who was boss tonight.
Slip, slop, slap, and bam - without a thought or care Hayley's back was slathered in the plain old lotion, Steve launching up to leave with a loud cough, shuffling his cock back into his speedos to hide his shame. Hayley cleared her throat at him, turning back with a frown and wiggling her head back and forth; in doing so, shaking her butt just that little bit more at him. Without words Steve groaned, and fell back onto the towel, effectively straddling Hayley's back.
"N-No one's gonna see your back anyways," he mumbled, "just let it get burnt."
"And risk skin cancer? Like hell, dude. Just do it once, and do it properly!"
He caught sight of her winking butthole, bleached, tight and hiding from him, beyond the little string of her bikini bottoms. Steve's hands burnt with unholy fire as he smacked his palm to Hayley's ass, rubbing the lotion deeply, but quickly still, pretending that he hated even looking at her. And though he couldn't see her face, he could feel her whole body tense under his hands, shivering as he laid his arms into her ass, thighs and calves. Even without the incest-lotion, buried deep beneath the skin and rotting her very soul, Steve dared to think that his big sis, his partner in crime and the subject of so many sibling spats and squabbles, wanted to be destroyed by him.
Or maybe he was projecting. His underwear, barely covering anything before, was fucking useless. The heat, the beach-goers, all of it disappeared from his mind as his cock stretched his speedos to their fullest, most elastic extent. His nuts fell out of the massive gaps in his leg-holes, perfectly straddling the fabric and brushing against her quivering, thick thighs, dripping down sweat and precum against the fresh-rubbed lotion.
The tip of his cock was practically cumming already; and he just knelt there for a while in an ambient pre-orgasm, fighting like hell to reign in his canoodling, carnal desires. Hayley hadn't said a thing, hadn't moved a pip, but had buried her face in her towel, probably ashamed to be seen with him in this state. Steve couldn't see her biting her lip, nor her tits bobbing just up and down enough to produce some friction to stimulate herself.
He punched himself in the chest, knocking the wind out of his lungs, using the motion to awkwardly lurch back up.
"W-Welp! I'm hot! I'm hitting the ohsh - that's short for ocean!" Steve shot up, tucking his dick as quickly into his underwear as he could manage. He didn't want to accidentally flash anyone while he sprinted down to the water - but for sure he'd given some old ladies the finest sight of side-cock in their lives. Not that he'd registered that consciously; between the scorching sun and the blood sapped towards his third leg, he was already spaz-running, stumbling like a zombie towards a sea of brains.
"Hey, wait for me! I'm joining ya," Hayley called, standing up with a stretch. If she had any reaction to Steve's cum-crisis of fuck-faith, then her stone cold expression showed nothing. She flopped her hat onto their beach bag, eyes keen on her little bro's butt. Her tits jiggled in the slutty swimsuit as she stood, slapping together with fuck-all support.
Her body ached to be in that water. She was hot on his heels, the clapping of her ass cheeks echoing behind him and rousing him like a storm's front to a spooked herd. She needed to be sure, in her heart of hearts, that any trickle of the desire she felt for her stupid baby brother was her and not the lack of a good fuck lately. Even her tussle with Friendly Betty had done nothing for her libido; just the heat radiating off a man - and Steve really stretched the definition of a 'man'' - was enough to make her want to breathe his cum.
"Awful, no good, shitass, terrible fuckin' day, fuckin' Stan, where are you," Hayley cursed to herself as she bumbled down the very, very slight incline of the shore, thoughts fighting between draining the very soul from Steve's nuts and drowning him in the ocean, right then and there.
Steve dove into the water. It splashed across his head, his neck. It was actually invigorating him. God damn climate change making the polar ice caps melt and speeding up the destruction of the world. His cock slipped around in his speedo. Almost as if it was attempting to sneak out.
Hayley yelped as a bit of rip tide caught her. She went spinning around next to him. Grabbing his ankles instinctively. Steve yelped and splashed into the water with her. The two of them tumbled and grabbed, slippery, wet, oiled up hands trying to grab each other. Their feet bouncing beneath them.
Hayley got to her feet, reached down and yanked Steve up by the scruff of his neck. He grinned and responded by shoving her in the stomach. The two bounced back into the water. The salty sea slipping down their faces. They crashed together in the waves. Frolicking in the surf like a pair of fur seals.
Steve came up with a grin and spat some water out. Hayley shoved her hair off of her forehead with a devilish grin.
"Oh you are going to get it nerd!" She shouted and splashed towards him. Her floatation device-like breasts bouncing in the water. Her eyes wide and playful. Finally enjoying herself and her time with her brother. Steve gasped and dove beneath her. Grabbing her from behind. He lifted and flung heis shrieking yelling laughing sister as far as he possibly could. She landed with a cannonball like splash. A big wave knocked her over again, her hair and ass switching places again and again.
Steve laughed and took a defensive stance. Wiggling his fingers at her.
"Come and get me sis." He said mockingly. Hayley took her own karate stance. The two let out matching kung fu howls and flew at each other. Fists cocked, eyes playful, about to crash into the other.
Instead, the two embraced the cold waves, eyes shut at first as the lapping sea took them in, rolling them beneath the surface and shutting all sound out but the white noise of the crashing shore. Steve imagined he was in a soulful RNB music video, and Hayley, a beautiful dolphin, both just carried by the sea. They'd opened their eyes, not realising they'd shut them that hard in the first place, and remarked on the crystal-clear clarity of the waters, before locking onto one another.
Even there, hidden by the blue blanket of the cold old sea, every part of Steve wanted to fuck Hayley. She looked radiant, and her bikini had all but fallen off, letting him savour every part of her body, floating gently in the water. He needed her, and the heat had nothing to do with it. His cock stood firm and wanting against his chest, throbbing and leeching warmth to the endless ocean, fueled by thoughts of impregnation, subservience, and unadulterated sibling love.
Even there, hugged on all sides by mother nature, all of Hayley wanted to disgrace herself for Steve. He was a cute little nerd Adonis; a bratty dom with a thick, long cock that had literally torn apart his underwear, letting them float away so they could choke some poor turtle. In good conscience she wanted bad sex, raw, unprotected mating sessions with her little bro, to suck the cum from his balls and gargle it before him, to clean the salty-sweet sea-sweat off his sac.
They stared at the other, sharing a moment of uncommunicated, voyeuristic debauchery, until the ocean spat them back onto the sand. They rolled, bodies crashing into each other, their raging hormones clashing, grinding and rubbing, breaths lost until the sea-ceiling broke, the siblings gasping as they tumbled over and over, rolling in the sand. Instinctively Steve's hands were on Hayley's hips, as if they belonged there; and Hayley's hands were braced against his chest, lean and toned.
Matted by the saltwater, Hayley's hair hung down, drenched and draped against either side of Steve's face, cutting the rest of the world off from the two of them. Their hearts pounded against their chests, and Steve's cock stood proudly like a flagpole, shuddering against Hayley's unguarded cunt, halfway to heaven. Her tits smushed sluttily against his chest, their cold-hard nipples tickling each other like old lovers. They were lost in the other's eyes, searching for some old fight or revulsion they could dredge up, anything to get them to hate the other enough to break the silence.
But no bad memories came. The sun bore down upon them in a glorious light, unveiling Langley Fall's second-hottest couple, even if they didn't know they were a couple yet. As if blessed by god, Hayley let out a laugh, blushed, and parted her hair.
"Nice dunking jugs." Steve said beneath her. Laughing as the two cuddled on the warm sand. His fingers eating away at her sides. Hayley chuckled and rested her forehead on his. His erection was rubbing eagerly at the swell of her ass cheeks. Her sticky wet mound was pressed to his lower stomach. A little slug trail of slime starting to build up in her swimsuit bottoms.
"The fuck you think this is? Basketball?" She said laughing in amazement. Steve laughed along in embarrassment.
"I don't know. It just sounded cool." The two laughed a little more. Their breath hot. Their cheeks blushing. Their lips so tantalizingly close…
"Hey ya fucking perverts! This is a family beach! Take yer debauchery elsewhere! For fucks sake! You're practically naked!" A voice shouted from the side. Hayley sat up with a gasp. Her thin swimsuit sliding down her slippery shoulders. Her breasts bounced completely out as the thumb thin straps went all the way to her hips. Her nipples were hard and pink as frozen cherries.
A loud ripping noise came from behind her. Steve's face turned beet red as his dick tore right through the speedo and turned the form fitting spandex into little more than shredded tissue paper.
Hayley's head whipped around. Her boobs jostled, as if they were fighting. She glanced down, slowly, tantalizingly, and then started yelping as Steve slipped from under her and bolted for the beachside change-rooms. Clarity smacked Hayley in the face like a freight train and she scrambled to cover herself, letting out a mortified scream before she sprinted for her brother.
"H-H-Hey! G-Get back here you pervy little shit!"
Steve fled the scene like an assassin, using Hayley's hat to cover his junk as he dashed into one of the free rooms, locking himself in. He'd snatched his phone and flicked through his latest messages, side-by-siding pictures of his mom and Akiko together and leaning back against the hot plastic walls of the changeroom, knees bent and teeth bared.
"O-Oh fuck, gotta cum, g-gotta clear my head!"
He beat the ever-loving fuck out of his meat, drooling like an animal as he stared at his mom's hot MILF body and Akiko's petite, bikini-clad frame. He blinked and sweat as he stroked his throbbing cock, aiming low into the grate on the floor with the thought of Hayley assaulting his mind. He shook his head and doubled his already feverish pace, waves of magnified heat belting his just-cooled skin and smacking the last rational thoughts from his brain.
"Let me in, dork! Open this fucking door now!"
"N-No," Steve moaned, "o-oh Hayley~, I-I mean, uh, Akiko, uh, Fran-girl, uh, oh, fuck~, I'm getting d-dressed Hayley! D-Don't come in here!"
"How are you gonna get dressed when I've got your clothes, idiot? I gotta get changed too, so just open the fucking door!"
"N-No, I-I can't, u-use another one!"
"They're taken! I'm coming in there now, dude!"
"W-Wait, Hayley!"
She fiddled with the rickety old lock and successfully pried the door open, face beet-red with embarrassed rage, her hand clamped tight over her beach towel, wrapped hard around her beautiful body. Rage turned to shock as she let her mouth hang open, gaping at Steve's hunched, muscly body, contorting with unimaginable, built up pressure. He had a moment of unholy clarity as he released, horror turning to unabashed pleasure as cum fired from his cock.
In shock, Hayley dropped her towel, their clothes, and shielded herself from the point-blank shotgun spray of her brother's hot, thick cum. But not before a good, backed-up glob smacked against her lips, landing in her mouth. She wanted to vomit in that instant before the taste hit her tongue, and she screamed at him, walking against the white tide that fired from his fat cock.
"You're an animal!" She smacked the shit out of him, squealing in disgust as more cum jetted from him, his orgasm not stopping. In the chaos his phone clambered to the floor, jets of jizz smacking the screen, hitting 'record & send' to a peculiar contact. "You're a pig Steve! A gross, sweaty, p-perv with a fucking huge, n-nasty cock, and a tight l-little ass, and… And… O-Oh fuck…"
Steve winced with every slap, feebly defending himself as he continued moaning, cumming, his body tensing with every splooge-splatter against her belly, tits and face. He was an animal, and as Hayley's strikes faltered, weakened, he opened his eyes and stared into her soul again, wasting no time in slamming the door shut and throwing himself at her.
Brother and sister fought as they usually did. But these two fought with tongues and hands, gripping flesh and smacking lips like they didn't share a mom. Steve sucked on Hayley's tongue, a move he'd seen in some Japanese films before, and Hayley loved it, letting her mouth loll open as she moaned, her hot breath kissing his face. A dribble of drool connecting their lips, and some pooling down her chin.
"C-Cock," she whimpered, begging for her brother.
Steve nodded, flicking the jizz off his fuckstick and aligning it with Hayley's weeping cunt. Her insides were like lava and sweat was beading down upon him once more, but his quivering cockhead made entrance in short fashion, spreading his sister apart like butter.
She was so soft, so warm, so unbelievably fuckable both inside and out - his thrusts were all but instinct. He fucked his sister like his life depended on it - like he'd just glazed her body with his seed and needed to claim her on the inside too. He hoisted a leg up, supporting her effortlessly, and all doubt was expelled from Hayley's mind, damned be her soul.
"Y-You were the guy from the video," she whimpered as she laid her forehead upon his, kissing his lips, his jaw, his moaning little face. "You were fucking her s-so good, S-Steve… Now you're fucking me."
"Y-Yeah, I'm fucking you good," he kissed her back, lost in the softness of her eyes and lips, beating back all instincts to bite and claim her in another way. His hands had already dug into her soft, supple butt, spreading her cheeks a little to let her know who the boss was. She seemed shocked, but happy in her submission, arms dangling off him as he carried most of her weight.
They could both hear the clearing gasps of disgust coming from either stall, buried under their own echoed moans, breaths and droplets. The changeroom turned into a sauna, the thick miasma of brother-sister boning wafting through the air like a drug-cloud. They were lust-drunk and yet hyper aware, faces red with embarrassment but hot, fuckable bodies in such dire need of relief.
Even as they broke their gaze, looked the other way, Hayley bit her bottom lip and never shut her eyes, immersing herself in this sin, begging and whining for her little brother to fuck her harder. She'd never felt more filled or fulfilled than this; her insides were at the mercy of a man again, one who overshadowed her husband! She was a slut in that moment, an adultress, a cumming pile of sweaty tits and ass that begged for more.
"Cum inside me, cum inside me, c-cum inside m-mmf!"
Steve smashed his lips against hers, whipping his dick out in a sloppy, drenched motion, and blasted eight mighty loads onto the floor again, moaning into Hayley's mouth. Her legs wobbled, sweat beading off and mixing into her brother's sweet release, followed shortly by a squirt of her own. It was a hell of a high, one she came down off expecting to be free of her desires.
But in that clarity, she realised how badly they'd fucked up.
Steve lowered her leg, letting her stand, shakily, then turned Hayley around, pressing her hard against the burning plastic wall. She crooked her head to the side and immediately they were at each other's lips again, kissing as sloppily as they were fucking, Steve's cock buried inches deep in Hayley's pussy. His hands were at her tits, squeezing and jostling the ladies around like the ass-pinching perv he was so touted to be, head getting lighter and lighter with each thrust.
"So fucking hot," he grunted, breaking their kiss and licking up the length fo Hayley's neck, growling in dominance, "god you're so hot, Hayls!"
He pulled out again just as Hayley squealed, cum jetting against the wall as Hayley nearly collapsed, resting unsteadily against her new lover. They caught their breath together as she whined, rubbing her thighs against each other, feet sloshing the jizz on the ground. Steve looked down at his sister and just laughed.
"I'm not cumming inside you," he shivered at the thought, he only came inside his mom because there was no chance in hell she could get pregnant again! "But if you want it that badly…"
"...My ass," Hayley begged. "I need some in me, dude. I n-need to feel your hot, sticky jizz just shooting inside me-"
Steve silenced her with another kiss, and buried his cock inside her asshole, cumming quickly again. It made for awful, no-good lube, and lord knew their stank would've been poison to any poor passerby, but Hayley got her wish granted in an instant. Flooding her insides, she shook against that girthy hog and felt her legs give out, Steve scooping her before she could fall to the ground.
She was weightless, like a cumsock getting used purely for pleasure, soon to be thrown away afterwards. Her guts were on fire in the best way, rearranged expertly by that brotherly shaft she'd made fun of, so many times in the past. Hayley fell back against Steve's chest and let her legs be folded against her chest, her nethers open like never before and freely pouring her very sexual essence onto the ground.
Like one, rolling orgasm, she stayed in that high for hours, any guilt for betraying Jeff burned away by that white-hot, off-white magma flooding her butt. Steve's unabated anal assault continued for ages, well into the afternoon, his sonorous roars clearing out the booths and scaring away any and all lifeguards. Hayley found they stopped only when she realised she'd been lifted off Steve's cock, and rested to the salty, sticky ground, delirious.
Steve stood proud, skin red and dripping with sweat, whole body shaking with rapture. Hayley on the other hand couldn't feel her fucking legs, but looked upwards with a dazed, happy expression, mouth ajar and awaiting more of her brother's love. She crawled forward, in awe at the still-erect schlong standing proudly in the air, steaming with a foul heat.
"Taste me," Steve shuddered with his own words, "taste your own ass, Hayley!"
She didn't just taste him, she savoured him, drank from the cock that had annihilated her insides and left her leaking pure sex, lips wrapped like a snake around another snake, her throat loose and eager. Steve took grip of the back of her head and thrust, his prick battering down the resistance in her throat until it opened, unlocking one new hole for him to fuck. His thrusts were gentler, weaker, almost, though out of care or fatigue Hayley couldn't discern. Nor did she care; she was there for his pleasure now, satisfied beyond satisfaction and happily drinking down the cum directly from its source.
Hours passed before the door to the stall opened. Yellow warning tape surrounded the spot like a crime scene, but otherwise the beach was abandoned. Steve carried Hayley in his arms bridal-style, awkwardly balancing all of their shit, drenched to high heaven, in a bag in his hand. He showered Hayley as thoroughly as anyone could; after having fucked the life out of her, then back into her.
He was a mess, getting her back into the car. He laid Hayley on the floor of the van as he secured her and Jeff's loose stuff, wrapping her in a soft blanket atop a picnic cover, using whatever clean clothes and towels they had left under her head, as an impromptu pillow. He sat, naked, idly reaching for his phone before realising it was dead, then sighed again, staring out into the barren streets of Langley Fall's promenade.
He couldn't chalk up his desires to animal instincts anymore. Instincts said to avoid breeding with family; they said to go out from the nest, spread, and make more young with other members of your species. But something drove Steve. Years of unrequited attention to his hot mom & sister, years of being teased, mocked, and taunted, years of no good outlet beyond his hand and some tissues, it all mounted to an explosion of rage and lust he used now like a power-up. And using it, he felt invincible!
But beyond that he wanted nothing more than to creampie Hayley that day. Even as she rested by his side, she inched subconsciously closer and closer, until her toes tickled his side. Steve snapped back, and saw her half-awake, her expression unreadable. Those desires in him magnified then; he wanted more than to fuck Hayley. He wanted to own her, breed her, marry her, and in the sheer defiance of everything holy, he wanted to raise a family with her and Francine.
"Whatcha thinkin' about," she mumbled, undisturbed by the pleasurable aftershocks that wracked her poor, slutty body. "Besides, y'know, how appalled mom's gonna be."
Steve laughed. She'd know soon enough; her and Fran-girl. "You. Ya bitch," he chastised her, earning a kick in the ribs.
Hayley smiled at him, and shook her head. "I still can't feel my ass, perv. There's a spare box of condoms here - fuck me a few more times and let's forget any of this happened."
"I don't want to forget this," Steve bit back. "I want-"
"-It's not a thing, and we're not making it a thing," Hayley warned him. "I was just… Frustrated… And I needed to… Get some stuff outta my system."
"And back into your system, then out, then in again, then-oof!"
She kicked him again, and Steve shut the doors of the van, flicking on the ceiling light, eyeing the box of coloured condoms with delight. He crouched over her, wrapping a quick one 'round his tool, finding it to be too constricting, but obliged, pausing as Hayley's teeth grinded against her lip.
"N-No," she huffed. "I'm not hearing this, dude. I don't know what the fuck came over me, but-"
"-Stuff like that just doesn't come over anyone," Steve grunted, slowly stroking up and down the length of his cock, smirking as Hayley's eyes followed his every move. "You felt so fucking good, Hayley. You fucked me, you sucked the cum off my cock like an animal would. You needed that so fucking badly it made me wanna…"
There was a pregnant pause. A well impregnated, cock-stuffed and cumdrunk pause that felt almost like a vision of the future. Steve's hand stopped as Hayley caught her breath, a new, sober heat rising to her chest as all those human feelings of shame and disgust washed away from her.
"...What?"
Steve unwrapped her from her blanket, witnessing her body all over again under the pale yellow light, falling in love in a way a brother shouldn't have. He lined his cock up with her sopping pussy with one hand, then lifted her legs up, all the way until they were folded back against her torso. He spread that crouch out, lining Hayley up for a mating press and locking her in so that she couldn't move.
Even if she wanted to.
"It made me wanna be your daddy, sis!"
He sunk into her and Hayley's toes curled with a horrible, instant orgasm. She bit down on her lip until she tasted blood and raked her nails into Steve's back, feeling him pierce deeper into her cunt than before. The only thing separating her from raising her brother's bastard baby now was a thin line of latex and a miracle, because her legs locked him in on instinct. Their embrace was tighter than their sloppy, sweaty romp in the stall; they were locked away where nothing could stop them.
"N-Never," Hayley moaned, averting her gaze and whimpering as Steve's lips nibbled at her neck, twisting her core into the nerve-nightmare that predicted an unholy orgasm. "G-God no, S-S-Steve, s-stop, are you c-crazy~!? I-I'd never, n-n-n-never…E-Ever… O-Oh christ!"
Her canal clamped down on him hard, and Steve grunted deep, letting his cum fire deep, deep in Hayley's partially-protected pussy. This wasn't just reckless abandon, this was caution thrown to the wind after being shot behind a shack. He tensed his knees, his ass and his nuts, squeezing every last drop of cum he had into his big sister.
"You'd never what, Hayley!?"
"Hah~... I'd n-never… O-Oh god…"
He slipped his cock from her pussy, letting her gape at the superhuman amount of seed bagged at the end of that lucky, lucky condom. It was a cup at least, maybe more, of that fertile fraternal fuckjuice, just begging for the chance to inseminate something. More words died in her mouth as Steve expertly slid the thing off his cock, tying the end daintily and tossing it on her body.
It was so hot, wet, sloshing against her as she panted, as those forbidden thoughts crossed her mind again and again. Steve as her daddy, her husband, her beau, the father of her inbred kids. Pure horror shot through her body, but within it, desire, the darkest part of her brain telling her to shut her mouth and open her legs wider. It wasn't just some of her, all of her wanted to have her brother's babies.
"I-I'd never b-be your momma, you sicko!"
Steve just smiled, and slipped another condom on his dick. The second mating press went by in silence, his lips to her neck again, her thoughts to anything but a scandalous incest-family, shunned by society. Hayley's body was on perpetual fire when Steve gave her attention, her mind swam in the sheer decadence he provided, in the pleasure his cock parted her with. It was not worth total social ostracisation, nor the birth complications, the divorce and new marriage certificates…
…God, she'd already lost her mind, hadn't she?
Without a word, Steve pulled out of her in another shared, shivering orgasm, and tied and tossed the worthless old bag of cum onto his sister's perfect body. This time it landed between her tits, a little higher than the last. Her chest lit up with an unholy fucking fire as she stared up at him again, eyeing the last condom.
"...I don't want this to end," she mumbled. Steve entered her again, and she turned her head back to look him in the eyes. There was a soulfire in them like she'd never seen before, a hunger that one woman alone couldn't satisfy. Hayley knew he was still seeing that girl from the video; and that she'd be a side-piece at best. She rationalised to herself; she could keep this hidden. She could take her little brother on.
"Call me a greedy little perv, Hayls, but if you're in this, you're mine and mine alone! Jeff doesn't get to touch you, fuck you, even if he could. He doesn't even get to see you naked unless I say so… But he can still live with us, he's cool like that."
"H-He'll fight you, dude, he'll-"
"-No he won't," Steve said flatly, "I think whatever he, unf, smoked last, fried his brain's aggression centre. I'm your boyfriend now, sis, until we can find some place fucked up enough to tie the knot!"
They came again, and Steve pulled out of Hayley's wanting hole with great resistance, and tossed the condom onto Hayley's face, finally, cutting off her final retort by firing one last load against her face. Steve grunted, lording his presence above his battered sister, and smacked his cock against her cheek, chuckling as she recoiled from it, her cheeks blood-red with embarrassment.
"I love you," he uttered, staring deeply into her angry, angry eyes.
Hayley, feeling as used as she'd ever been, feeling far younger, hornier, and yet more satisfied than she'd ever been, rolled her eyes at her bastard of a little brother.
"...I love you too. Ya horse-cocked little prick."
(...)
The streetlights had come on. The cheap lights buzzing and attracting flies and moths and the many genetically engineered super bats that ate said flies and moths. The wine dark waves were lapping at the base of the pier. Akiko sat on the rolled up towels. Her chin resting on her knees. Her toes dug into the soft yellow sands of the shoreline. She entwined her fingers on her shins and dug her fingernails into the back of her hands.
Someone was having an argument under the boardwalk. It sounded pretty serious, something about the government stealing his thoughts. And then she heard a couple of gunshots. The argument was cut short after that.
She had heard a lot of gunshots since she first got to the boardwalk. But the last text that she had sent to Steve said that they were all meeting up under the boardwalk to hang out at the beach. And she assumed this was where he would show up.
The others had left hours ago. They'd gone swimming, and gotten soft serve, they even set up and played a few rounds of volleyball. But she'd been left waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Just hoping he would text back. Or call back. Or give her some sort of sense that he was coming or not.
She saw a bag lady wander past. Giving her a long lingering leer. Akiko tucked her hair back. She shivered, she was covered in goosebumps. But she refused to put on her sweatshirt until Steve showed up and said how cute she looked in her bikini. It was a really nice one. She'd saved up for weeks to buy it… It hugged her trim hips, showed off her glorious legs, and really made her girls bounce…
A ding came from her phone. Akiko opened it up with a grin. The light from the screen illuminating her entire face. She let out a disappointed sigh. She glanced up towards the parking lot. The waiting minivan blinked its lights twice.
"Just five more minutes mom? Please?" Akiko texted back. The car blinked it's lights at her again. Clearly the tiger mommy was getting impatient. Akiko couldn't blame her mom per se… Hiko had been waiting there for over three hours at this point. But Akiko was still optimistic. Steve was bound to come right? He wouldn't just not respond right? He was too much of a sweetheart, too nice for that. Too kind… too… Steve!
Her phone dinged again. She opened the messages, expecting another one from her mom. Instead she bolted up in excitement! It was from Steve! And it was a video call! He'd sent her something!
With the sound of the breakers out in the bay bouncing around her she opened the first video of the sixty part series with a grin.
Hiko wandered down the beach. Her very expensive sealskin leather high heels sank all the way into the cheap American sand. How she despised this weak (EDITOR'S NOTE: The next six lines from Creeply were redacted on account he really gets into the glories of whaling. I apologize, he's been reading Moby Dick and has sort of been having a sustained breakdown.)
Hiko's proud breasts bobbed and rustled her lime-green business suit. The hundred thousand silk count made it so she didn't have to wear a bra. And she had such amazing self control that her nipples only got hard under her orders. She was pretty impressive. Strong, lithe, beautiful, intelligent… But she also prided herself on being a kind and caring mother.
Who was starting to lose patience.
"Akiko! Akiko! Where are you we need to–" She stumbled on her daughter curled up in the fetal position. Her phone held a few inches from her face. The light illuminating her thin face. Tears had cut river thick streaks down her cute cheeks. Akiko was still sniffling. Her fingers held the phone like it was the holy grail.
"Akiko? Ak-Ak? Is everything okay?" Hiko got onto her knees next to her daughter. The term of endearment hadn't been used since Akiko was old enough to wear makeup. But her daughter looked so utterly distraught that the words slipped out like oiled up ferrets.
"He's cheating on her… And with her of all people… Why with her? Why send it to me? Why'd he want me to see that?" Akiko was wiggling. Hiko sniffed the air. She smelt the cunt of a very horny young woman who was rapidly approaching her most fertile time of the month. How could she tell? Mother's intuition obviously. She was just that badass.
"Akiko… Who is doing what with who?" Hiko rubbed her daughter's extra warm back. The poor dear was sunburnt. Probably from sitting out on the beach all day waiting for her phone to ring.
"Steve! He's cheating on that big breasted bimbo bitch! And with his sister! He's fucking her mom! He's fucking them both! Why would he send it to me?! Why would he want me to see?! I'm going to… I've gotta…" Her eyes were burning in anger, shame, humiliation, and a very clear and obvious arousal. Her nipples were sticking so far out they might as well just be uncovered.
Akiko shot to her feet and held her phone up in one hand. Holding her arm aloft like some sort of warrior in a pulp fiction novel.
"I fucking swear that I am going to screw those incestuous bitches up! I'm going to get what I want! No more nice Akiko! I'm going to–" She stumbled. Her legs weak and asleep. Tears were still dripping down her face.
Hiko managed to catch her daughter as she fainted, half asleep, half exhausted, and still sobbing slightly. Hiko tutted as she took the phone out of her daughter's hands.
The image flickering past was hazy. It looked as if someone had cum all over the screen. But there was very obviously a man pounding a woman from behind. Her breasts and stomach took up most of the screen. Her groaning drooling cock drunk face was bright red and took up almost the entire camera angle. But that was obviously Hayley Smith. The hippie who kept on talking about saving the ocean or some other white girl granola-hippie bullshit.
And she was moaning out her brother's name. And clearly that was Steve rearranging his sister's insides. Hiko hummed and rubbed her chin, no hint of disgust in her mind. This was certainly an interesting turn of events.
Hiko turned off her daughter's phone and stored it in her cleavage for safe keeping. Her tits wobbling a little as she dug around in there. She then scooped her still softly sobbing daughter up. Hiko could smell Akiko's lust still drifting perfume like from in between her legs.
As Hiko strapped Akiko into the passenger seat the mother knew one thing. Her girl had it BAD. And it was up to her, as a good, kind, driven, responsible, caring, hot-as-sin mother, to make sure that Akiko got her man. And that those family-fucking freaks, the Smiths, were brought down a few dozen pegs.
Hiko drove her teary eyed daughter home. The mother and daughters minds spun with plans, blackmail, big tits, and cock.