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Incestuous Harem's Passion 22: Questioning Incest

2022-06-23 00:00:04

Incestuous Harem's Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Questioning Incest

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

July 22nd, 2027 – Jaiden Walsh

I lounged on the couch in the small living room of the apartment I rented with my sister. Our neighbors thought she was my wife. None of them knew our background, where we came from, or that our mother had freaked out when she'd caught Alysha and me together in bed over a year ago.

The AC kept everything cool, the summer heat scorching outside. I had the TV on the trial of the Elliston Clan, as the media liked to call them. Made them seem like inbreed yokels or something. I'd been following it. Clint Elliston was the man. He'd bagged all his sisters, his mother, his aunt, and a few other women.

Bred them all, too.

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” asked the bailiff of Clint Elliston. He was on the stand, looking sharp in a dark-blue suit, his hair combed. A man sitting proud.

“I do,” he answered.

I rubbed my hands together, focusing on the trial as I waited on my sister. Nervous excitement rippled through me. We both had the day off, but that wasn't why I was excited. I leaned back as his lawyer, a foxy MILF named Elisabet Reenburg asked questions from a podium. It seemed boring stuff. Who are you? What do you do? Things like that.

“Come on, get to the good stuff.”

Alysha appeared from the small hallway that led to our bedroom and bathroom. She wore one of my t-shirts. It fell down to her thighs, looking so sexy on her. The white fabric stood out against her ebony skin. She held the pregnancy test in her hand.

“Well?” I asked, staring at the girl I loved. At who I would marry if it were legal.

“Pregnant,” she said, turning the pregnancy test around in her hand. The bright, pink line in the indicator window seemed to glow.

“Damn,” I muttered, a flash of fear rippling through me. Our father had been a deadbeat. He'd left our mom to raise us, rather drink and shoot heroin then care about us. What if I was like him like our mom accused. I leaned back, this heavy weight on me.

Alysha threw herself at me. She landed on my lap, her hands cupping my face. Her eyes sparkled with joy. “We made a baby, Jaiden!”

She kissed me with hunger. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. She ground on me, rubbing her pussy into my hardening cock. It swelled in my shorts, the incestuous rush surging through my body. The heat grew in my balls, the pressure needing to be released.

“Making love to my sister was the greatest moment in my life,” Clint Elliston said on the TV.

Amen, I thought.


Clinton “Clint” Elliston III

“You're talking about when you made love to your half-sister Melody for the first time, yes?” Elisabet asked me. She stood at the lectern, her blonde hair pulled back in a bun. She looked gorgeous and professional all at the same time.

I glanced at the jury, my eyes flicking over their faces. “I loved her. Always had. And I didn't care how closely related we were. It was beautiful. Mutual. We both wanted it. We came together like any two people who love each other.”

“Any regrets?” Elisabet asked.

“No,” I said. “Why would I have any?”

“You are on trial for loving her and the rest of your family, doesn't that change your mind?” Elisabet asked.

“Objection,” Ed Thomas said. “Leading the witness.”

“Sustained,” Judge Coburn said.

“Let me rephrase,” Elisabet said, smiling. “You have no regrets at all?”


“Not even right now sitting in this courtroom.”

“No regrets. I will never regret loving whom my heart wants. Each one of the women in my family I love in my own way. I get something from all of them.”

“Your entire family?”

I smiled. “The adult ones, yes. I'm glad I have their support. That my family accepts me. My mother accepts me and my desires.”

Pam's *********** flowed through me.


Jaiden Walsh

“Mmm, this cock bred me,” Alysha cooed as she sank down to the floor before the couch, her hands tugged down my shorts. “It deserves a reward.”

“Oh, yeah,” I asked, Clint's testimony happening in the background. Those words of his resonated in my mind. He had no regrets about loving his sisters. I wouldn't, either. I'd be a good father to our child. I wouldn't run off like my sack of shit father. “What are you going to do for it?”

“Love it,” Alysha cooed. My sister grabbed my large cock as it popped out of my shorts. She ran her tongue up it.

I shuddered. The last year had been hell being away from her, but now she was in my life. We could love each other. Her tongue climbed and climbed my cock. She reached the tip. Her tongue swirled around it. She fluttered her tongue, whirling that wicked and nimble appendage about my spongy crown. The pleasure shot down my shaft to my balls.

She had such a naughty gleam in her dark eyes. Her straight, black hair (she didn't bleach it blonde any longer) fell down around her face. She wiggled her rump aimed at the TV. Clint's words flowed around us as I smiled down at Alysha's gorgeous features.

Her pink tongue stroked the dark tip of my cock.

Then she sucked it into her mouth. I groaned as she swallowed the tip. Her lips slid down the hard shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she nursed on my dick. The pleasure shot down to my balls. I groaned, savoring the heat of her. She swirled her tongue around my cock. This wild heat rippled through me. My fingers flexed and relaxed.

“Damn,” I muttered as she sucked and slurped. “That's good. Mmm, work that mouth up and down my dick, sis.”

She winked at me and did just that. She bobbed her head. She sucked with all her hunger. The incestuous rush spilled through me. I groaned, savoring the pressure. She danced her tongue. She swirled it around me. My dick throbbed in her hungry mouth.

The slurping pressure was amazing. She cupped my balls. She cradled them. Massaged them. The pleasure spilled through my body. I loved it. I grinned at the hungry glint in her eyes as she worshiped my cock. Her tongue danced around my dick. Her eyes sparkled.

“That's it,” I groaned, running a hand through her hair. “Damn, you're treating my cock right.”

She slid her mouth up my shaft. Her lips plopped off. “Mmm, this big boy bred me, so I have to.” A shiver ran through her. “Bred by my brother. I love it, Jaiden. Love you.”

“Love you, boo.”

She grinned and then she sucked my cock back into her mouth. Her right hand fisted the base of the shaft as she bobbed her head. Her left hand found my nuts. She massaged them. Touched them just right.

It was wonderful to have her back in my life. To have our own apartment away from our mom. We could do as we like. I closed my eyes, savoring her warm, wet mouth working up and down my cock. The tip throbbed, the pressure building and building.

Her hunger for my cum tugged at my balls. I groaned, feeling her passion in her every suck. Her every swirl of her tongue around my cock. She was hungry for my cum. She wanted every drop of it. her tongue danced around my dick. The pressure was immense. Amazing. I would have such a huge orgasm.

“Damn, just like that, sis!” I panted. “You're going to get a mouthful of spunk.”

She squealed, her ass wiggling faster. My little sister nursed with such hunger. I groaned, so glad we were both at that pool party a few years ago. That her friend had pulled down her top. Let me see Alysha as a woman.

Her nursing brought the pressure to a boil in my balls. My body tensed as I hurtled towards that point of release. My back arched against the couch. I growled through clenched teeth as her hand kneaded my balls.

I erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. Hot spurts of jizz that pumped out of my dick and splashed into her mouth. It spurted out of my cock. It fired fast. Hard. She gulped it down, her eyes growing glossy with delight.

“Shit!” I growled. “Oh, fuck, sis. Swallow it! Swallow every drop of cum! Yes!”

She gulped it down. She sucked down my jizz. She swallowed every last drop of spunk. It was incredible to enjoy. I groaned through my orgasm. The pleasure screamed through my veins. I hit that peak of bliss.

She sucked out the last of my cum.

“Damn,” I panted. “Alysha, damn, you're amazing.”

She slid her mouth off my cock and opened her mouth wide. Not a drop of my pearly jizz remained in her mouth. Fuck, I loved my little sister.


Clinton “Clint” Elliston III

Ed Thomas stepped up to the podium to begin cross-examination. There was a reason criminal defendants rarely took the stand in their own defense. It gave the prosecution a chance to make them look bad. Guilty. Terrible humans. They would use every statement you made in interrogation. Every scrap of evidence they had found to bury your ass.

“You're proud of your incestuous relationship with the women of your family, aren't you?” Ed asked.

It was a leading question, but this was cross. He could do that.


“You think it's okay,” he asked, sounding like a father reprimanding his some. Authoritarian. Stern. In the right.

“I do, yes.”

“Even though it's illegal,”

“It shouldn't be illegal,” I countered. “It's an unjust law.”

“But at this moment, it's illegal, yes?”

“The laws are wrong,” I answered, keeping my tone firm. Commanding. Authoritarian, too. A pair of alpha males squaring off. I couldn't show weakness. No doubt in my position. The jury had to believe I was correct.

“What makes you worthy of judging if a law, created by the elected lawmakers of the State of California, is wrong?”

“The same way everyone knows when a law is wrong or unjust. By having a brain. Using common sense. Anyone can do it.”

He studied me for a moment. He turned the pages on his notes. “Have you ever tied up your little sister Leann Samuels up?”

I braced for this line of questioning. How he would try to paint me as a monster. A sadist. “Yes.”

He turned on a slide projector. An image of rope appeared. It was marked as Exhibit C-13. It had already been entered into evidence during the prosecution's case. “Have you ever tied up Leann Samuels with this rope.”

“I have,” I said with confidence.

He clicked the button on the slide projector. It whirled and an image of another coil of rope, this one made of rough hemp. The fibers were the type that would irritate and rasp the skin. They would give her the most amount of discomfort.

“And this rope?”

“Yes. Many times.”

“Many times,” he repeated. “You're proud of that? Of tying your little sister up with ropes like in this picture?”

He clicked on the slide and an image marked Exhibit D-103 appeared. It was Lee in that very rope tied up in shibari rope bondage. It was wrapped around her, forming a pattern of beauty as it decorated her naked flesh. You could see it squeezed around her tits and buried in the crack of her ass. Her arms and legs were bent backward.

The jury shifted.

“You were the one who tied her up like this?” he asked.

“I always am the one who ties her up in positions that she will enjoy,” I answered.

“You think she enjoyed this?”

“I know she did,” I said with confidence. “She begs me to do it. She loves being restrained. Dominated. She's a masochist. It's sexually arousing for her to be in that state.”

“And you enjoy it, too?” he asked, staring at me with hard eyes.

“Of course,” I said. “It's how we love each other. She pretends to be my slave. I pretend to be her master. We both enjoy it.”

In the audience, Lee was nodding emphatically, a huge grin on her face. She would be wet right now. Everyone was seeing a picture of her naked and bound. The humiliation of it would be melting through her cunt.

“As I said,” I continued, “I love my family members in different ways. In ways that they agreed to. That they asked of me.”

“Has she ever once objected to being tied up?”

“Not once,” I spoke with such certainty. “If she had, I would have stopped. If she gave any indication that she was in true discomfort or if she felt in danger of lasting harm, I would stop.”

“And how would you know?”

“Safewords, like in any proper BDSM play. For us, it's red light. If she says that, I know to stop.” Not that she had ever once said it. But she could.

“And if she were gagged?” he asked.

“Rapid eye blinks and general thrashing. I would remove the gag to find out if there was something wrong.”

He clenched his teeth and then hit the slide again. An image of a paddle appeared marked Exhibit C-46. It was made of wood with holes in it. That let it swing faster and really land with force on Lee's ass. Or my mother, aunt, or Mrs. Hiragawa's rumps.

“Have you ever spanked her with this paddle?” Thomas asked.

“Yes.” I smiled. “Many times. It's one of Lee's favorites.”

“Favorites?” he asked and then grimaced.

“Yes, she has her favorite toys. The ones she likes to be spanked with when she's naughty. Or when she's good. It's both a punishment and her reward.”

Lee nodded.

He clicked on the remote. The projector whirled and the image appeared of a coiled bullwhip. It was marked as Exhibit C-34.

“Have you ever whipped her with this exhibit, a leather bullwhip?”

“When she wanted it,” I answered. “Yes.”

The image changed again. This time it was an image of Lee's welted, red ass. You could see the bright puckers left by the whip. My little sister squirmed in eager delight at the sight of her. It was a pic that Melody had snapped, as I recalled.

“Is this a picture of Leann after one of the times you whipped her.”


“And you don't think that's excessive?” he asked.

“Absolutely not.”

“Look at those marks on her buttocks. Those look painful.”

“Oh, they were,” I said, “but you can also see how aroused Lee is in the photo. How wet her vagina is. Her excitement is trickling down her thighs.” HD Pictures were amazing. “So just because it hurt her didn't mean she didn't want it. Didn't enjoy it.”

Ed worked his jaw and then clicked on the remote. A flogger made of thick, leather straps with metal rivets appeared. “This is a flogger.” He spoke to the jury. “It is made of nine strips of leather each with metal rivets studded through them to cause more pain to the person being flogged. Have you whipped Leann with this flogger?”

“Yes, I have. When she wanted it.” I glanced at the jury. “That's another favorite of hers. She asked me to buy her one with rivets so it would hurt her more.”

“Have you ever beaten her?”

This question was phrased in a way that made me suspicious. Then I realized he'd been laying the foundation for this question. He wanted to smear me. “No.”

“But you whipped her. Isn't that a form of beating her?”

“I have only whipped her as an agreed-upon punishment. One she consented to and could stop at any time.” I faced him with pride. “I have never abused her.”

“But you have hurt her.” He glared at me. “That flogger and that bullwhip look like they would hurt a lot. What's the difference between that and abuse?”

“She enjoys pain,” I said, answering the question coolly. “But I've never harmed her. I would never harm any of the women in my family. I only give them what they crave. Abuse is when you harm someone out of anger. Out of petty desire to control and dominate them. It's not something the other person consents to. It's violence you enact on them. I do not commit violence with Lee or any other member of my family. I engage in consensual and mutually agreed upon BDSM play.”

Ed didn't look happy as he turned the page and launched into his next line of questions. He really wanted to trap me on that one, but I wasn't going to let him. It was foolish of him to try. Once Lee took the stand, she would sing out how much she loved all those specific items he'd brought up.

“You have abused your other little sister, Alicia,” Ed Thomas said, “preying upon her and taking her virginity, yes?”

“I didn't abuse her or prey upon her,” I said. “My little sister desired to enter into a sexual relationship with myself and Melody, and that is what we did. I loved Alicia.”

“Is it true that she pretends to be a much younger girl. That she acts like she's a child during your sexual encounters.”

“It's called age play and it's something she initiated, not me,” I said. “It makes her feel loved and special to pretend to be my little girl, but she's not. She's an adult. It's merely fantasy.”

I endured this line of questioning, not letting him pin me down the way he wanted. I had never abused my children.


Alysha Walsh

My brother sank down to the floor before the couch. I shuddered as he pulled my rump to the edge of the cushion. My brother's hands were sliding up and down my thighs. I had pulled off the t-shirt of his, now sat naked.

“Mmm, this pussy's pregnant with my child,” my brother said. His lips kissed at my shaved pussy.

“Yes,” I moaned. “You put a strong son in me. I can feel it.”

“Or a cute daughter,” he said.

“Either way, you have to keep breeding me until our child has a sibling.” She grinned. “I want to start a family tradition.”

“You are a wicked one,” he said.

I grinned.

On the TV behind him, Melody Samuels sat the stand, looking sophisticated and elegant with her sandy-blonde hair pulled back in a bun, her legs crossed and clad in nylons. I shuddered as my brother kissed at my pussy again. A tingle of delight rippled through me as his tongue flicked up and down my pussy folds. His tongue parted through my petal, stimulating my pregnant delight.

“Did Clint force you the first time?” the female lawyer for the Elliston Clan asked.

“It was absolutely mutual,” Melody said. “We shared something beautiful. A brother and sister coming together in love. It was glorious. The happiest moment of my life.”

“Amen, sista,” I cooed to her, knowing just what she meant.

My brother's tongue drew my attention to his face nestled between my thighs. His dreadlocks rubbed against my legs as he licked and lapped at my twat. He ran his tongue through my folds, teasing my pregnant flesh.

I loved it. He had bred me. That giddy rush still ran through me. I was glad we both had the day off. We were going to fuck and fuck. Just celebrate our good fortune. I'd hardly been back in his life and was already pregnant. He must have bred me out of the gate.

My brother wasn't firing blanks.

His tongue thrust into my depths. I groaned as he swirled around in me. His hands shoved beneath my rump. He gripped my ass, kneading me as he plundered his tongue into my cunt. He swirled it around. My toes curled as the pleasure flooded through me.

“Damn, bro,” I moaned. “Mmm, love it when you eat me out. You're so good at it.”

“Easy to get good at something you love,” he said. His tongue dragged through my folds to my clit.

Sparks burst inside of me.

“Yes!” I gasped, my small breasts jiggling as I squirmed on the couch. “Ooh, yes, yes, show me how much you love my pussy.”

He did.

His tongue flew up and down my folds. He licked and lapped with hunger. The pleasure washed through my body. It flowed through me, a hot stream of delight that had me gasping and moaning. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as the delight surged through me. It was incredible to enjoy. I savored every moment of it.

Every last second of this bliss spreading through my pussy.

I squirmed on the couch, my whimpers filling our living room. They echoed around us. His tongue plunged into my depths. He reached deep into me. He swirled around, stroking my walls. He did such naughty things to me.

I gasped, trembling. My hands caressed my torso. My skin felt so alive. I had to stroke myself. Caress over my flesh. I whimpered and groaned, loving every moment of his tongue lapping at my cunt. He massaged my pregnant flesh.

“I'm going to cum so hard!” I moaned, my body quivering. “Damn, bro. Just get that tongue in me. Going to shower you in cream.”

He growled. His hands gripped my ass. He kneaded me and pulled me hard against his sucking mouth. He sucked on my pussy. My cunt clenched at the heat he surged through me. I whimpered in delight at the pressure building and building in me.

“Shit!” I gasped, arching back my head.

I cupped my little titties. I massaged my palms into my nipples as the pleasure built and built in me. This wild, incestuous explosion that would send bliss through me. I craved it. Ached for it. I whimpered as I rose towards it.

My brother's thick lips engulfed my clit. His hands squeezed my butt-cheeks as he sucked. The pleasure burst in my clit. I gasped as the delight showered across my cunt. It sent me over the edge into ecstasy.

“Brother!” I howled and came on his mouth.

My pussy convulsed with wild delight. The incestuous bliss roared through my body. It flooded my nerves with bliss. My mind with ecstasy. I bucked on the couch as my juices gushed out of my cunt into my brother's hungry mouth.

He drank them down. He feasted on them. His tongue fluttered through my folds. I gasped and moaned, my body quaking from the bliss surging out of me. It was incredible. The pleasure showered out of my body.

“Oh, yes, Jaiden!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, my brother's a stud!”

“I know,” he said, sounding so cocky. He had every right to be. He had bred me. Put that virile seed in me. I would have his baby.

He rose from between my thighs, scooped me up in his arms, and kissed me hard on the mouth. He thrust his tongue past my lips. He kissed me with hunger. I groaned, savoring the way his tongue fluttered around in me. I loved him so much.


Cheryl Elliston

“I was thrilled when I learned my son and his half-sister Melody were making love,” I said as I sat on the stand. “It was such a beautiful thing to learn. It made me proud to be Clint's mother that he gave such passion to his sister. And I was glad to share in it with them.”

I let my conviction flow from my words as I sat on the stand. I glanced at the jury, hoping to reach through to Jonette Walsh. To let her know that she didn't have to be ashamed of her son and daughter for the passion they shared.

“It didn't offend you?” Elisabet Reenburg asked.

“Of course not,” I said. “I don't see anything wrong with it.”

“Because prior to Clint and Melody starting their relationship, you were already in an incestuous relationship yourself with your sister, Vicky Samuels?”

“Yes,” I said. “Ever since my deceased husband introduced us to it.” I smiled. “Vicky and I shared so much passion together. We were free of society's stifling judgment and rules. Just like my son and my niece were that day. A mother should be proud of her children and support them when they do something as positive and beautiful as love each other.”


Alysha Walsh

“You tell her!” I shouted at the screen. “That's how mothers should be.”

My brother chuckled. He lay stretched out on the couch, hunger in his eyes. “Struck a nerve.”

“Yes!” I hissed and grabbed his cock, eager for more from my brother. I rubbed my hand up and down his dick, feeling his girth. My pussy craved his big shaft filling me up. “What we have is beautiful, Jaiden. Beautiful!”

“Yes, it is,” he said, his eyes flicking up and down my body. A hungry smile grew. “Just gorgeous.”

“I'm not talking about my body,” I said, feeling pleased anyways.

“Can't I appreciate both? When you look as fine as that, boo... Damn.”

“Mmm, so fine you just had to break all the laws and ravish me,” I moaned, lowering my pussy to his cock. I pressed my shaved lips against his crown.

“That's right,” he growled.

I grinned. Watching the trial and making love to my brother was so much fun. We had all day to love each other. To celebrate our baby. I wanted to use every bit of the time we had. I would cum so hard on my brother's cock.

I pressed my weight down. My pussy lips spread over the crown of his cock. I groaned as they spread wider and wider around his crown. The heat rippled through me. This wild passion that would consume me.

My cunt rejoiced at the feel of my brother's big dick sliding into my pussy. I reveled in our incestuous union. This was where he belonged. My back arched. My breasts jiggled as I took inch after inch of his dick into my cunt.

I bottomed out on him and moaned. My body quivered there. This wild rush of delight swept through me. I groaned, squeezing about him. I wiggled my hips from side to side, stirring around his cock. He felt so amazing in me. This big, thick shaft.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Ooh, that's nice.” I worked my hips from side to side. “Just filling me up, bro.”

He grinned up at me. His hands stroked my sides. He caressed me and sent such wicked heat swirling through my body. I groaned at his touch. I bit my lower lip. His touch stroked my sides, my skin alive. Electric.

My cunt clenched down on him. I groaned and raised myself up his cock. I slid higher and higher up his dick. I shuddered at the feel of his shaft massaging the walls of my pussy. This naughty heat surged through my body. Having my brother in me was the best experience in the world. Nothing could stop it. I groaned, my heart pounding.

“Fuck,” I whimpered as I reached the pinnacle.

I slammed back down his cock, engulfing him in a heartbeat. A rush of pleasure surged through me. The friction transmuted into bliss. My clit struck his pubic bone. Pleasure sparked through my cunt. I gasped in delight.

“Damn, boo!” he groaned. “Someone's eager.”

“So eager!” I moaned, working my pussy up and down his cock.

I squeezed my twat around him. I rode him with hunger. The pleasure rippled through my body. My small breasts jiggled as I slid up and down him. My thighs flexed. My hair fluttered around my head. His hands stroked me. So strong. So loving.

I planted my hands on my brother's strong chest. He was such a sexy man. A stud. My cunt squeezed around him as I slid up his cock. I reveled in gripping him. The pleasure was exquisite. The bliss burned through me. It blazed through my body.

I groaned and slammed down him. I engulfed him. I took him to the hilt and reveled in his girth filling me up. It was incredible. I whimpered and squeezed my cunt around him. This amazing bliss shot through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Mmm, that's it, Jaiden. Oh, yes, yes!”

He caressed my body. He stroked me. I loved it. His touch was electric. Outstanding. I groaned, wiggling my hips from side to side. I stirred around his cock. I savored his dick filling up my twat. It was just the best. A wild delight. I groaned, my pussy squeezing about his cock. I impaled myself down him, his shaft reaching so deep into me.

I arched my back. I groaned and moaned. The pleasure rushed through my body. The wild heat built and built as my pussy worked up and down his big dick. My brother's incestuous shaft filled me up again and again.

“Shit, boo!” he groaned, his hands sliding up my torso, his touch setting my skin on fire. “Work that cunt.”

“I want you to cum in me!” I moaned, my fingers scratching at his chest. “Ooh, I want it all in me.”

“Keep working that cunt, and you'll get it,” he groaned. “Damn, I have the best little sister in the world.”

I beamed at him, my bliss building me towards my orgasm. “Love you, Jaiden!”

His hands slid over my tits. He massaged my nipples. “Love you, too, boo.”

I slammed my cunt down on his cock. I took my brother to the hilt in me. I gasped and groaned. My back arched as my nipples rubbed into his palms. The pressure of his massaging touch rippled through my body.

I came.

My pussy writhed around my brother's big cock. Incestuous bliss surged through my body. An amazing rush of ecstasy that swept through me and left me gasping. Moaning. Crying out in celebratory delight.

It was so wonderful to feel my brother's cock in my pussy. I squeezed around him. I clenched on that big shaft. Writhed in delight. The pleasure rippled through my body. I groaned and gasped, savoring every bit of his dick filling up my cunt.

“Cum in me!” I howled, bucking on his dick. My pussy massaged him, eager for his jizz. “Please, please, flood me like you did the day you bred me with your seed!”

“Fuck, yes!” he growled and thrust upward.

He bounced my spasming pussy on his cock. I shuddered as my flesh, rippling and writhing in delight, caressed up his cock and then slammed back down it. I gasped out from the bliss, his dick reaching so deep into my pussy.

He growled. Erupted.

The pleasure surged over me again. Another orgasm detonated in me as my brother's hot jizz spurted into my pussy. Stars exploded across my vision in a wild celebration of bliss. I quivered and groaned, savoring every wonderful bit of rapture that my brother gave me.

He growled as his spunk pumped into my twat. My cunt writhed around him, so greedy for his seed to fill me. I collapsed on his brawny chest. I kissed him, loved him, as he filled me with all of that wonderful seed.

I loved him so much. I savored every bit of him in me. The trial played on in the background as I quivered on my brother's body. I hoped Clint would win, but I knew it wouldn't happen. Not with her on the trial.

That fucking bitch would spite the Ellistons because she couldn't handle the fact that I loved my big brother. I hugged him tight. I kissed him. I savored lying atop him and feeling his strong form beneath me.

Incest was the best.


Pam Elliston

“I have a Doctorate of Psychology from the University of California Davis,” I said, speaking into the microphone. “And I am a licensed clinical psychologist and sex therapist in the State of California. I have a practice that specializes in solving the sexual dysfunctions of women. In it, I have applied numerous theories, including my own, in various ways to give my patients happy and healthy sexual relationships with those closest to them.”

“Are you talking about incest?” Elisabet asked.

“Among other types of relationships,” I said, smiling.

This was the most important part of the day. The members of my family who were called to testify were all aimed at Jonette Walsh. First the brother and sister's side of the story, then the mother's perspective. All to recontextualize the relationship, in her mind, that her two children must have with each other. Now I had to bring it home. I had to convince her to side with incest.

I promised Clint that I could do this. We had turned down the prosecution's plea deal. I couldn't fail my family.

“My research has shown that incest, when consensual, breeds positive relations between family members. Especially with the women in the family.”

“In what way?” Elisabet asked.

“Mothers are often quite proud to watch their daughters blossom into women. The mother appreciates the delights her daughter finds at the hands of her son or husband. Brother and sister love is especially appreciated by mothers.”

I glanced at Jonette Walsh to gauge her reaction.

She had her arms folded, her jaw set. She glared at me with undisguised loathing. A nervous shiver ran through me. The woman had formed her opinion. She believed herself right. She didn't like admitting she was wrong. Pride radiated from her. Her belief that her children's relationship was bad or harmful had taken on a dogmatic necessity for her.

That was bad. I had to find the right way to bring her around. I had to speak with care.

“Why is it a good thing that mothers are accepting of incest, Dr. Elliston?” asked Elisabet.

“A mother wants to protect her children. Many studies have shown that this is the primary desire of mothers with their progeny. However, to be a successful mother, you have to fail at that task. If you protect your children too much, it stunts their emotional growth. They will not have the strength to withstand the rigors of the world. They won't have the inner fortitude to endure the hard times of life that we all have experienced. As much as a mother, and I know this personally as one, wants to shield her child from all the dangers of the world, that's impossible.

“You have to let them make mistakes.”

I paused and glanced over at Jonette Walsh. Was I reaching through to her?

“That's important. You have to let your children make mistakes. Face disappointment. Learn for themselves. For instance, it might be a mistake for a brother and sister to love each other and enter into an incestuous relationship. Like any relationship, it might not work out. There can be heartbreak. Sorrow. But they have to learn that themselves if their attraction to each other can lead to something positive. If they are willing, if they are both consenting, but are caught by a mother who only wishes to protect them, it can be disastrous. Out of love for her children and consumed by her nurturing instincts, she will instead drive them away. Destroy her positive relationship with her children and create something negative in its place.”

Jonette Walsh flinched at my words. Her facial muscles twitched. Her breathing increased. For a moment, I thought—desperately hoped—that I had reached through to her. Then the woman battered it down. She sat even stiffer. Glared even harder.

She knew the truth, but she didn't want to face it. I didn't want to admit she had destroyed her relationship with her son and daughter by trying to protect them from their love for each other. It was so sad. If she were my patient, it would take me many sessions to break her down and get her to face the truth.

I had to do it in this testimony. How? What else good I say? This was a mistake. I was about to let down my family. Clint. I fought down the panic, struggling to focus. I couldn't lose my composure. Not now. It could ruin everything.

Elisabet ran through her questions. I answered them all, but none of the reached through Jonette Walsh. I could see her personality now. She was skilled at shifting blame. She was someone who didn't take responsibility for her own mistakes but demanded them of others. She always had an excuse for why it wasn't her fault.

I couldn't get through to her just by talking.

“No further questions,” Elisabet said.

I wanted to get off the stand. This was a mistake. Ed Thomas stood up. He would rip me apart. He would make me say things that would only reinforce Jonette's opinions that she was right. That she hadn't done anything wrong. She believed it was her children's fault, not hers. She didn't ruin anything. She was the perfect mother.

I stared at Ed. I prepared myself. I couldn't back down. I couldn't retreat from them. I had to face his questions head on. I had to give the best damn answers yet. He would challenge me. I would have to give proof. This was a chance to get through to Jonette.

My last hope.

I wouldn't drop the ball. I would throw it in the hoop or do whatever it is you were supposed to do with a dropped ball. I took a sip of my glass of water and faced him. I would take the last chance to change Jonette's opinion of me. He studied me for a good, long moment, his face inscrutable.

“The State has no questions for this witness.”

My stomach lurched. No questions? But... but... How could I convince Jonette now? I sat there bewildered. Shocked. The judge said something to me. The bailiff motioned to me. They wanted me to leave. My testimony was over.

I failed. I wanted to break down and cry. This wasn't how this was supposed to end. I swallowed, my heart thundering in my chest. I rose on shaky legs and left behind the witness stand. I headed to my seat. What more could we do? I sank down with my family.

“It's getting late,” the judge said. “Instead of starting your next witness, Mrs. Reenburg, we'll start bright and early. 9 AM tomorrow.”

“That's fine, your honor,” Elisabet said, shooting me a look.

A gave a tight shake of my head. The world spun around me. I wanted to throw up. The jury would, at best, come back hung. We'd be doing this all over again in six months with a new pool of twelve people we had to convince. The prosecutors would have more time to dig into us. Our friends. They might find out about our connection to the judge. To Cruzita. This could all unravel on us.

My brother put his arm around me. “You did good, Pam.”

“Not good enough,” I said, on the verge of falling apart. “I failed. I'm so sorry. I didn't reach through to her.”


Alesha Walsh

“You're going to be a grandmother,” I texted.

I sat on the couch. The trial had just ended. My brother had ordered pizza for our dinner. He was in the bathroom. The living room smelled wonderfully of sex. I ached from how many times I'd taken my brother in my pussy. No anal today. I wanted him all in my pussy.

“You'll never get to see your grandchild. You'll never find us. Jaiden and I are happy without you.” I hit send and then threw my phone on the couch.

Jaiden emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of jogging shorts, his cock tenting the front. I grinned and said, “You got some lead left in your pencil?”

He grinned at me. “We got, what, twenty minutes before dinner gets here. Barely enough time for a quickie.”

I laughed as he came for me. I would be such a better mother than her. My children with Jaiden would be loved. And if they wanted to love each other, they would have my support. I would be proud of them.


July 23rd, 2027 – Elisabet Reenburg

“You're sure?” I asked, staring at Clint and Pam. “You don't want me to call even Lee to the stand to make it clear the BDSM stuff was consensual?”

“It doesn't matter,” Pam said. “We didn't reach Jonette Walsh. She's going to hang the jury no matter what.”

Clint gave a somber nod. “We'll be heading for a mistrial. We need to hold back any more testimony. It's not going to matter. The rest of the jury will either vote to acquit or go with the majority.”

I stared at Pam. “You're sure there's nothing more to do? We could put on Vicky or Asuka. They are both mothers. Maybe they can reach Jonette better.”

“It won't work. I misjudged just how close to her core identity this is touching.” Pam bit her lip. “She's like a religious fundamentalist. Those are hard beliefs to change. They require challenging. Shaking up. One-on-one conversations. I can't do that through testimony. I was wrong.” She glanced at Clint. Pain filled her eyes. “I was wrong.”

He pulled her to him and kissed her. The cameras in the back of the courtroom flashed, capturing the incestuous moment. I could feel Ed Thomas bristling behind me. I swallowed. Should I feel him out? See where he was sitting? He couldn't feel great about where this was heading, either.

They broke the kiss and I said, “Want me to see if the plea deal is still on the table?”

“No,” Clint said with absolute conviction. “We're not going to admit our love is wrong just to lesson our punishment. We'll risk the mistrial.”

I nodded. The bailiff announced the judge. I headed to my table as Coburn came out of his chambers looking grumpier than usual. He sat down and cleared his throat. He waved everyone to sit and then his eyes found me.

“I believe you were about to call your next witness, Mrs. Reenburg,” he said.

“Your honor, the defense rests,” I said, my stomach a roiling pit of ice water.

“I see.” He said. I sat down.

Closing statements were made. I did the best I could, but Jonette Walsh only glared. Then the judge gave the jury their instructions. That was it. Clint and his family's fate were in the hands of twelve strangers. I closed my eyes. How long before they came back with a verdict? If it was a hung jury, it could be days.

Days of waiting. Days of dreading having to do this all over again.

To be continued...