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Older sister 1  (b/fF, inc, nc, con)



This story is about incest. If you are under legal age in any area of
the world do not read this story.  Do not commit any of the acts
depicted in this story or you may become addicted and perverted and
imprisoned.  If you have any doubts about reading this story, leave
now.

I did not write this story, I found it in a trash can. I am only
guilty of submitting it to this newsgroup.

*  *  *   *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *


"I will have to admit that it is a very strange disease that your
daughter has contracted.  Until such time as her body has completely
recovered, she will have to take the medication religiously every
evening.  Even the medicene required is strange and powerful. She will
sleep normally and be fully aware but for all practical purposes . .
." the doctor mused for a moment,

And this was just about the time that I stopped by the parlor door to
easedrop.

" . . . she will be completely immobile and parelyzed by the
medication every night.  But it is for her own good."  "If it's
necessary, I will make sure that it's done properly", sighed my
mother.

They talked on for a few more minutes but I had heard enough. There is
a god after all.  My mother thought my sister was wonderful.  My
sister was full grown and practically inseparable from Mother.  There
were always whispered conferences that quickly broke up as soon as I
entered the room.  They were always standing together whenever tea was
served and I had to attend every day. They both had been very
close-knit since my father died.  I really didn't miss him very much.
He really was all business and had very little time for any of us.
Fortunately, we had been well provided for upon his death.

As far as I was concerned neither of them understood men or especially
young boys like me and they tended to look down their noses at
anything that I wanted to do.  I can see my sister now, straight
backed, tall, with chin elevated and looking at me with downcast eyes
as if I were a bug.

Mentally and physically paralyzed nightly by drugs.  The thought of
being able to go into her room and beat her with a board and her not
knowing it was making me positively dizzy with anticipation.  The
bitch deserved it.  No wonder she had no suitors coming to the house.
If I thought it would do any good I'd chip in my allowance to her
dowry just to get rid of her.

That evening my mother had come to my room and asked me to follow her
to my sisters room on the floor below.  Typical, I was forced to live
on the third floor of the old mansion while my sister got a bigger and
better room on the second just two doors down from my mothers room. As
we entered I noticed that my sister was laying on her side in the big
double bed (I, of course, had a single narrow bed). "I wanted you to
understand the situation clearly, son," my mother said softly. "If
anything should happen during the evening hours when Mildred is
medicated, it will be up to us to get her safely out of the house.
She'll be completely helpless. You needn't worry about her during the
daytime, the servants will be watching.  At times like this I wish
they were live-in servants.  But, we'll make do won't we son?  In a
pigs ass, I thought, if there's a fire this bitch will be the last
thing I stop for. "Yes, of course, Mother." I murmered. I looked up at
my Mother wide-eyed and innocent and said, "Is Mildred really going to
be just like that all night long? Won't she have to get and go to the
bathroom during the night?" "She goes just before she takes the
medication, son and yes, she can't move until the medication wears off
in about eight hours."  She was going to mention that Mildred was
completely aware of her surroundings but her son was already walking
towards the door. "Oh, well." she thought, "You can't keep a young
boys attention very long."

I knew my mother always went to sleep by nine and I had a hard time
staying up til 11:00, but it was just too good to miss the first night
of her paralysis. I quietly snuck through my sisters door being
careful not to let the door squeak. Once inside I waited a full five
minutes so my eyes could grow accustomed to the low light level.
Beautiful, I thought.  I had spent a considerable amount of time
picking the perfect board especially for my sister.  Nice and flat so
it wouldn't leave a mark for either my mother or my sister to find.
No one would know but me.  I felt himself smirking already.  Keeping a
straight face around them would be difficult tomorrow.

I walked slowly over to the far side of the bed where her backside was
laying alongside the edge. I moved up to her head, cupped my hands
like a megaphone over her ear and loudly spoke "Mildred".  Just had to
be sure I thought to himself.  Not even an eyelid flickered.  Revenge
time!

I flipped the bedspread and heavy blanket off of her leaving the sheet
as her only protection.   Whop! Whop,Whop! Whop, Whop, Whop, Whop,
Whop!  God, right in the crack of her ass and not a twitch.  Christ, I
love this. I rested for a couple more minutes then Whop, whop, whop,
whop!   I couldn't help himself and started to giggle. I choked the
laughter off but couldn't help smiling. Now for a little damage
assessment.  I picked up the sheet and looked at her red backside.
Her nightgown was partly around her waist leaving most of her legs and
ass exposed.   The smile I'd had all day slid from his face as I
stared at her ass.  Oh, It was red all right but I'd never really
thought of her as being anything other than an aloof stick.  Granted,
it was bright red but from the little I knew about such things, this
was a marvelous looking ass.   Just the slightest soft, curly hair
appeared to be sticking out from her cleft toward the bottom. My
casual friends and I had talked about girl parts but I was pretty sure
that none of them had actually seen any. And worse, this one leaked.
Part of her leg was slick with pee. I quickly tiptoed to the bathroom
and took some toilet paper back to the side of the bed.  I certainly
didn't want to leave any evidence behind showing anyone had been
there.  I gently tried to sop up the stuff but knew now that it wasn't
really pee. It was much too slick for that and it wasn't blood, thank
god. I cleaned her up as best I could and dropped the tissues into the
bathroom trash can.

I thought I'd best call it quits for tonight.  I walked slowly back to
the side of the bed to cover my sister up.  At the last second I
decided to see how she was constructed that was different from me. I
knelt down on my knees and moved in close so I could see in the
limited light.  She definitely had an odor.  The whole bottom end of
her smelled musty but not unpleasant. I slid my fingers slowly down
the crack of her ass until I came to her anus.  It felt unusually
small and petite. I opened the cheeks as much as I could to see.  It
was soft and practically hairless but essentially similiar to my own.
I moved my fingers a little bit further and found the source of the
slick stuff.  There were puffy lips, one on each side and smaller ones
inside and mercy, a hole right in the middle. I tentatively probed a
little further in and buried my finger to the nuckle. Christ, thats
hot.  I wiggled my finger around some more and the juice started
again. Really slick now. The smell and the hot slickness was giving me
what my friends called a hardon.  I withdrew my finger and continued
on around to the front. Almost immediately I ran into a protrusion
about a half inch long sticking straight out. I felt around it for a
minute getting a mental picture of it.  Maybe she peed through it.
I'd have to check the books in my dads library tomorrow. I went
further around and ran into soft curly hair. I guessed that that was
the end of the differences, at least on the bottom part. The rest
would have to wait for tomorrow night. On the way back around to the
back again I throughly memorized each thing I came to.  I replaced the
bed clothes and silently tiptoed from the room.

I got up early the next morning.  At least an hour before breakfast.
I at last found the medical book I was looking for and was avidly
eying the diagrams of womens gentalia. Each individual part was
labeled and a side note discussed its function. Actually, the inner
and outer lips just looked like dust covers to me and any other
function for those was lost on me.   But the hole and the little clit
had some interesting uses which I memorized.  There was even a picture
showing a half view of a woman with a mans cock inside. That in
conjunction with the rest of the diagrams really told the whole story.
The only other thing that I hadn't noticed was something called a
hymen. Supposedly it was down in the hole somewhere but I hadn't found
it when I was feeling around inside of my sister.  I lay back in the
big leather chair and made my plans for tonight.

Tea time again but this time I 'wanted' to be there.  I wanted to
appear as mr. nice guy so I had taken pains with my dress and
carefully washed up for the event. My smile had been busting out all
day long but now I had to control it in front of my mother and
unknowing sister.  I stepped into the Parlor at the stroke of four and
said, "Hello mother and you too, Mildred.  I hope you are feeling
better today." I had seen two of the servants carry a wheel chair up
to the second floor earlier today and had guessed what it was for.
Now my sister was sitting in it with a blanket across her legs and mom
was standing right beside her with one hand on her shoulder both
looking at me as I spoke to them. Mom looked normal but Mildred looked
a little on the sad side.  Maybe it was the pain that she was
experiencing.  I truly hoped so.

After tea was served, mother mentioned that Mildred would be sleeping
in the parlor until she was well because of the difficulty of moving
her up and down the stairs.  I casually looked around the parlor and
noted the day bed that had been brought in from somewhere. I also
noted the path I would have to take to get to where she would be
sleeping. I told them I thought that was a practical thing to do. Then
looking directly at my sister I asked her how long she thought her
illness would last and how long she would have to take that
debilitating medicene.   I was surprised as I watched a single tear
slide down her cheek. Mildred lowered her head and softly said,
"However long it takes I guess. The Doctor mentioned several months.
"Shit. I'd never seen her cry a tear before and it was making me
uncomfortable.  What kind of a rat am I.

 As I lay in my bed that night fingering myself, I kept thinking about
Mildred crying.  But on the other hand I thought about my revenge
which seemed pretty dumb and petty now considering her discomfort and
pain.  I mentally pictured what I'd seen and felt the night before and
could almost feel the slippery areas between her legs.  I was
disgusted with myself for taking advantage of her.  Thank god she
didn't know about it.  My resolve was to leave her alone as I rolled
over and went to sleep.


The next day at tea, I was feeling pretty good about myself.  I had
resolved to be nice to Mildred to make up for what I had done to her.
I realized it was unnecessary since she didn't even know about it.
Still it was the principle of the thing. 

At least Mildred wasn't crying today. But Mom was back to her normal
carping at me in particular.  I didn't seem to be dressed right and
was slouching around the room like a little kid. I was standing next
to an end table when Mom made a particularly nasty remark to me.  At
that same moment I glanced down and saw Mildreds medicene pills.
Without thought I pocketed one of them and left the room as soon as I
could.

I spent the rest of the day mulling over my life.  I knew that my dad
had left everything to me in his will.  But that was common since the
first-born boy always inherited.  I vaguely knew that I could throw my
sister and mother out if I wanted to but that would be stupid. I
didn't want to mess with the servants or take care of the running of
the house and farm lands.   Besides, both my mother and sister had
been given annual allowances for life by Dad.  The only thing they
would lose by leaving was the free rent they would otherwise have to
pay on their own.  To maintain their same life style as here would
more than eat up both of their allowances. So that was to be avoided
by them if at all possible.  Throwing out ones relatives just wasn't
done unless they were rotten.  Still, the threat always remained.
And, Mom apparently loved to ring the donkeys tail.  Sort of like
looking a gift horse in the mouth.

That evening as I was undressing for bed the pill fell out of my pants
pocket.  I put on my PJs and robe and went down to the kitchen to join
Mom in a glass of milk before bed. She always had a glass directly
before going to bed and she was already there adding milk to the pan.
I ask her to add some for me too.  I asked about Mildred and was told
she was already asleep in the parlor.  I casually asked how long it
took for the medicene to take effect and Mom said about half an hour.
I offered to pour the milk for both of us and on impulse dropped the
pill in Moms milk. I don't consciencely know why I did it and I
certainly didn't know what I did it for.  At any rate Mom was already
drinking it.

At 10:00 that night I started to think about Mildred being all alone
and vulnerable down in the parlor.  I told myself that I was just
going to go down to make sure she was all right.   However, when I got
to the second floor I couldn't get my feet to go past Moms room door.
On an impulse I quietly opened the door.  The light next to the bed
was still on and Mom had her nightdress on.  The pill had caught up
with her before she could get under the covers.  Her hair was down and
I noted that she was still a very attractive woman.  Her legs at this
moment just happened to be splayed out wantonly.  I contemplated what
the devil I really had in mind being here.  At this point what the
hell, I may as well have a look. After all, having seen only one girl
between the legs didn't constitute a very good sample.  Besides, this
time I had a light on and could do a valid comparison of the two.

I lifted up my Moms night dress to her waist but literally couldn't
see a thing because of the hair.  The hairy area was as big as a
dinner plate and completely obscured all the plumbing.   Throwing
caution and common sense to the wind I lifted her legs up and pulled
her butt close to the edge of the bed. I let her knees sag to either
side and noted that it opened things considerably.  At least I could
see some pink.  Knowing that she was completely oblivious about what I
was doing, I just let myself go and enjoyed my every impulse.  I
pulled her lips this way and that.  I buried one finger then two in
her hole.  Boy, was it hot in there.  It made me think of Mildred. All
the construction seemed to be the same except that Mom had a slightly
bigger clit and of course a bigger pussy hole.  I now had four fingers
in it and it too was starting to get wet.  With a little effort I was
certain I could get my whole hand in it.  The slipperiness and nice
smell of her crotch got my cock and mind going in a different
direction.   I dropped my PJ pants to the floor and stood before her
splayed knees. Although I was only thirteen I had a large mans cock.
I knew this because the doctor had commented on it when I had my last
physical.  He claimed it was at least twice the size it should be for
a boy my age.  He casually mentioned that I was much more fortunate
that my own father had been.  Moms pussy was just at the perfect
height.  I rubbed my cock head up and down the slit for lubrication.
God, did that ever feel good.  At last I couldn't take it any more and
buried myself.  It was tight but OH! The feeling when I hit bottom.  I
waited a full minute til the pending explosion from my balls subsided.
Then I started a slow stroke that allowed me to keep going but stay
just short of coming.  This was my first time and I both loved it and
wanted to prolong it.  Even better I realized much later that I had
felt that there were no expectations put on me.   Performance was
irrelevant since my partner wasn't really part of the act.  I was just
enjoying myself.  I finally noticed how long it was since I had snuck
in to my Moms room.   I knew I should be worn out by now but the
pleasure just washed over me in waves.  I felt I could go on forever
without ever having to cum.  At last, my legs grew weary but the pace
I had set for myself meant that I didn't have to cum unless I wanted
to.  Somehow it didn't seem right to cum inside of my own mother, so I
didn't.

I was extremely happy to have had this experience.  I gently pulled my
cock out of Mom and arranged her night dress and legs so she wouldn't
know that anything had happened to her.  I kindly turned off her
bedside lamp and tiptoed out the door.  I was still as hard as a nail
so I decided to check on Mildred. 

Mildred was facing out from the day bed and I wouldn't be able to get
to her rear end unless I wanted to drag her around a bit.  That didn't
seem like a good idea because of her disease.  So I just eased the
hugh head of my still hard cock between her lips, squeezed the shaft a
few times and shot into her mouth.  Now, I was completely happy and
promptly went up to my room for a good nights sleep.

I was still extremely happy the next day at tea time.  I was happy
with everyone so I paid special attention to my appearance and
behavior.  I smiled and said hello to both Mom and mildred.  They were
still standing as they usually were at the beginning of the tea
ceremony.  I slid into my usual comfortable chair across from  the two
of them and set my tea cup and saucer down on the side table. I
noticed that there were several loose pills on the table top.   I
casually looked around without appearing to do so.  Bottles of pills
were seemingly everywhere. I was a little confused by the abundance of
pills.  I hadn't even thought of stealing another but they were all
over.  Well, maybe later when no one was around.  Everyone seemed
quite jolly and when I asked Mildred about her illness, she smiled and
said that she thought that she was resting so well that she may not
take so long to recover.  I coughed a little and said that that was
wonderful.  Mother piped right up and said that she couldn't remember
when she had had such a sound nights sleep.  She said it had totally
energized her.

Deep down inside I noted with self-disgust that I didn't want Mildreds
illness to prematurely end. And, I did want to obtain a supply of
those pills that seemed to be laying everywhere.

*  *  *  *  *  *  See Part 2 for the rest of the story


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Older Sister 2  (b/fF, inc, nc, con)



This story is about incest. If you are under legal age in any area of
the world do not read this story.  Do not commit any of the acts
depicted in this story or you may become addicted and perverted and
imprisoned.  If you have any doubts about reading this story, leave
now.


I did not write this story, I found it in a trash can. I am only
guilty of submitting it to this newsgroup.








The following night I waited until 11:00 to venture out of my room.  I
had been surpressing a hardon all afternoon and evening.  I had
realized belatedly that I hadn't even copped a feel of titty the two
times I had had the ultimate opportunity. I slipped into the parlor
and successfully navigated my way to Mildreds day bed. I spoke to her
rather loudly to make sure she was completely under the pills spell.
Heaven forbid if she should forget to take her medicene. Poor girl
wouldn't get well soon.  That brought a smile to my lips.  I lit a
small side lamp so I could get a better look at Mildred. She was
laying on her back on the far side  of the day bed. I really wanted to
look at her breasts.  In this Victorian era I was being forced to live
in, women just didn't show anything unless they were married.  And
from what I had heard, even the husbands got to see very little in the
light.  Even the little adolesent girls were clothed in full frocks
and thick stockings.  Well, this was going to be my sex education
time.

Mildreds night dress was very full fortunately so that I could raise
it completely up to her neck without disturbing the part she was
laying on.  I did just that and was amazed at how beautiful my sister
really was.  Long slim legs that flowed from slim ankles all the way
to slightly flaring hips. The night panties she was wearing were the
big legged kind that were meant to be full-covering but comfortable
for sleeping.  She wasn't wearing anything covering her breasts since
the outer garment hid those completely. Her smooth creamy skin flowed
evenly up to two wonderful breasts with pink nipples.  Not too big and
not too small. Just perfect. I couldn't resist.  I gently lay down
along side of her and covered her nipple with my mouth.  I worked my
tongue around the nipple to get it wet and then settled in for a long
suck.  After a while I switched to the other tit and enjoyed the same
leisurely suck.  It must have triggered childhood memories because I
really enjoyed it.  While working on the second titty I moved Mildreds
hand so that I could use it to wrap my extremely hard cock.
Occasionally, I'd stroke her hand up and down a few times to remain
fully hard.

Even after a long enjoyable time sucking her breasts I was still into
mouth work.  I couldn't seem to get enough.  I looked at her face and
decided that I had never really looked at my sister before.  She was
stunningly beautiful and I had never noticed.  Perhaps it was the sex
lust that was upon me and she really looked like a toad.  No! She was
indeed pretty.  I liked looking at her so much I decided to practice
something else in which I was totally deficient.   Kissing.  Girls my
age don't kiss very much.  Of course my sister is not my age or even
close but I still felt like kissing her.  Her mouth was slightly slack
as you would expect but it didn't deter me. I covered her mouth with
mine and explored her lips and teeth with my tongue.   After totally
exploring her mouth I worked on her eyelids, her neck, the lobes  of
her ears and into the ear channel itself.  I really felt I was getting
the hang of it.

I thought I was on a roll so I turned my gaze to her soft pantaloons.
Fortunately, the leg holes allowed access without removing them but I
was now greedy.  I wanted it all.  Throwing her fragile health to the
wind, I gently elevated her knees and spread them.  God, she was wet
and sweet smelling. I knelt at her waist facing her feet and bent over
for a closer look but didn't even slow down until my face was in it.
Heaven couldn't be better than this. I licked and sucked for all I was
worth.  When I thought I had it clean it would leak some more. I loved
it!  I attacked the clit which was standing straight out again and
again.  After a vigorous assault it would quiver and shrink only to
pop back up as soon as I cleaned up the mess she made. It was a game
that I was having no luck winning but I didn't care. Finally, I was
whipped. I cleaned my face with my own PJ top and also cleaned Mildred
as best I could considering I couldn't get to her butt crack which
must also be wet.

In the back of my mind I had been hearing some strange noises in the
room but they never really registered enough to alert me.  When I
finally stood up I noticed that they had stopped.   I looked around
but could see nothing amiss. Strange but probably my imagination.  On
the way to the side light I again noticed the number of pill bottles
that were spotted around the room.   Why so many and why all over the
room? I looked around and found the bottle that would be least
noticeable if it were lost.  I went to it and slipped it into my PJ
pocket for safe keeping.   I didn't realize until I reached the second
floor that I hadn't even cum.  It occured to me that Moms door was on
the way to my room but just stopped myself in time. Don't be too
blase', Donny boy. She didn't get the pill tonight.

I was almost asleep when I suddenly remember something I had
forgotten.  I immediately broke out in a cold sweat.  The strange
noises I had heard and the fact that I had left Mildred in a different
position than when mom had seen her when she went to bed.  I quickly
got up and snuck down the stairs to the parlor.  The light that I was
sure I had turned off when I left was still on.  Or worse, had been
turned back on. I hid further down the hall from the parlor and
waited.   Thank God I did or I would have run into my mother coming
out. The light went out and Mom quietly opened the door to return to
bed. I trailed Mom to make sure she wasn't headed for my room, then
hurried into the parlor.  I turned on the side light and saw that
Mildred had been returned to the position in which I had originally
found her. I quickly slid my hand up her night dress and found that
she had been throughly cleaned up of the mess I had left her in.  I
got up to leave again and stopped dead in my tracks.  All the bottles
of pills had been removed. Mom had to know and I wasn't looking
forward to tea tomorrow.

That night I barely slept.  I was deeply concerned for my own safety
not moral considerations.   Since they weren't really there mentally,
what the hell difference did it make. At least I had my vital
interests at heart. Keep a stiff upper lip and all that.  I mulled
over all my possible options and decided on the best course of action.

Tea time again and I was going to put on my innocent face that was
well scrubbed. On time and nattily dressed for the occasion.  "Hello
mother, Mildred.  I do hope you are both feeling better today.  It's
such a beautiful day." I looked at them as if they were expected to
agree.   They were both looking at me with bright eyes and an
expectant look on their faces.  Neither smile nor frown, just waiting
for a full blown confession.  Had mother told Mildred what I had been
doing to her?  Of course, Mom wouldn't have any idea that I had done
anything to her personally.  Incest with ones sister is bad enough but
unthinkable with ones mother.  So at least my exposure was limited and
my mother was the only possible witness. So, that was my defense as I
had worked it out last night and today.  'I didn't do it. Where are
the pictures of me doing it? Where are the witnesses? My mother wants
me in jail so she can steal the house from me so she's an unreliable
witness.' Pretty good, heh!

No. I just sat there with my tea knowing their stares wouldn't be able
to break me down. After a while mom broke her silence with a
statement. "Son, Mildred and I are feeling a little uneasy about her
being down here alone at night. We have agreed to move her sleeping
arrangements to my room. Therefore, until she is well tea will be
served in my room.  I hope you will not find that too inconvenient."
Mom said with a rather stern face. I looked at both of them and told
them I concurred with their decision and furthermore that there were
criminal types around who would think nothing of breaking in and
taking advantage of dear Mildred if they knew that she was physically
and mentally incapacitated at night.  Both of their mouths dropped
open and they turned to stare at each other. They recovered quickly
and turned to stare back at me.  I felt I had added just the right
misdirection into the mix. That would give them something to think
about. I finished my tea and excused myself from their company.

After dinner I devised a way to handle the new situation. I snuck down
to the pantry at 8:00 knowing my mothers habit of always having a
glass of warm milk before going to bed at nine. I threw out all of the
milk in the cooler picture except for about one glass. Then I took one
of the pills fron the bottle I had stolen and ground it up for the
remaining milk. 

Now, all I needed to do was wait. Mother arrived as usual and I even
smiled at her and asked if she'd like me to fix her milk for her.  She
said that she could do it herself. So I just sat back on the kitchen
stool and watched.  It was amazing when I thought about it. I was
actually falling in love with my mother and sister. And being in love
meant I had to express that love in a sexual way.  After the last few
days there was no way I was going to give up sex. I'd even resort to
tying them up if need be.  Maybe mere threats of expropriating their
money would cow them.  I was willing to do whatever would work. But
for now those wonderful pills were all I needed.

I went back to my room after watching Mother drink her glass of druged
milk and waited for the witching hour. I had originally conceived of
using the drug to knock out Mother so I could have my way with
Mildred. But now that they were together, perhaps it would be better
if I allowed Mildred to hang on to her virginity.  She may have a
suitor someday and want to get married and have children. I think I
can work this thing out to my satisfaction.

By 11:00 I was more than ready for action. I snuck into Mothers room
and allowed my eyes to adjust to the single turned down gas
nightlight. Tonight I definitely wanted to see so I turned it up as
high as it would go and now I could see very well. Mother was in her
bed laying on her back. About three feet from Moms bed was the day bed
that had been in the parlor.  Mildred was laying on her stomach with
her legs splayed apart. Mother first-seniority does have its
priveleges. I undid her night dress all the way to the top and removed
her sleeping panties.   Then I lifted Mildreds night dress all the way
to her neck and removed her panties.  They were both beautiful to look
upon.  I dropped my PJs in a pile between them.  I decided to enjoy my
mothers breasts first.  I had all the time in the world. I spent 15
minutes just licking and sucking Moms breasts and nipples.  I even bit
them a little being careful not to leave any teeth marks.  Her skin
was almost as creamy and soft as Mildreds. Must be the genes.  I slid
down and took another good look at her hairy crotch. I was beginning
to think these things leaked all the time. Her crotch area was
completely soaked.  I hadn't tasted her before so I ran my tongue down
between her legs to see if she tasted as good as Mildred had last
night.  MMM! Maybe even better. I spread her legs as much as possible
and dove in.  I missed nothing.   I even spread her butt cheeks and
plunged my pointed tongue up her ass.  Everything was thrilling.  The
softness of the anus gave me a good idea for preserving Mildreds
virginity.  Finally, I just couldn't wait any longer.  I pulled Moms
butt close to the edge of the bed as I had originally done.  I had
enjoyed this position before because it isolated the sensations to my
crotch area.  I knew if I layed down on top of my mother the
stimulation would cause be to come at once.  I slowly entered her in
one continuous sensation filled push.  At the bottom I waited and then
started the slow strokes that would allow me to control the length of
time I could fuck.  Tonight that was going to be a long time. As I
stroked in and out I watched the condition of her clit.  It would
expand and become hard but soon the action and pressing of my body
against her clit would reduce it to its old hidden self.  Then shortly
as I continued my strokes, it would reappear and start to enlarge
again.  Twice I withdrew and sucked on it until it gave up and went
away. But it always reappeared. When it disappeared one more time, I
withdrew my cock from her pussy and crawled up on the bed to enter her
slack mouth.  I worked back and forth into her throat being careful
not to choke her.  I was careful because I didn't want to come yet.

I finally withdrew and took the time to clean up and redress Mom.  By
this time my hardon had subsided and I was ready for my sister.  For
some reason the expression 'fuck your mother and your sister' had a
nice ring to it. And that was the plan. I stood looking at my sister
and knew I was in love with her too.  Of course, I also loved my
mother, in more ways than one.  But my sister was very special.  I
gently rolled her over to her front.  I wanted to make real love to
her.  I lay along side of her and kissed her mouth repeatedly.  At the
same time I lightly moved my fingers and hands lightly over her
beautiful body. After I was satisfied with that I made love to her
breasts and stomach and legs.  Everything in fact but her crotch.  But
her crotch was more than ready when I arrived there.  She leaked worse
than my mother.  I slid my finger into her looking for her hymen. And
fairly deep into her I found it intact. I estimated the depth and
wrapping my fist around my hard cock exposing only a safe length. I
placed my cock at the entrance to her beautiful pussy. With
considerable difficulty I was able to expand her opening to allow me
in. I carefully stroked in and out maintaining the safe depth.  When I
couldn't take it anymore I withdrew.  I rolled her over onto her
stomach again and used some of the juice still leaking from her pussy
to lubricate her anus.  I positioned myself and forced my way in.
Because of her limp state is was easier than I had thought it would
be. I was laying full length on her body and the warmth and the
wantoness of what I was doing got to me rather quickly.  I came as I
had never come before. Spurt after spurt after spurt shot out of me.
I fairly collapsed on her for several minutes. Then I gathered my
strength and withdrew from her tight anus.  I cleaned her up lovingly,
redressed her and returned the light to its original intensity and
left.  But not without saying aloud that I loved them both. 

 The next morning I counted the number of pills that I had stolen from
Mildreds supply.  I knew that they could get all they wanted from the
doctor so I wasn't worried on that score.  After the first time I had
them together in Moms room the nightly visits settled down in to a
comforting pattern.  Each evening I went through the routine with moms
milk. And each night except Sunday night I would arrive about 11:00 pm
to have my way with both of them.  The one thing I didn't do was break
my sisters hymen.  Of that I was proud, but not much else.  Of
everything else I was just thankful. What an education I received.
And what's more I became a bloody expert at making love in the 60 days
worth of pills that remained.  MY! MY! How those clits would expand
and collapse in a regular routine when I got going.

At the end of the pill supply I took a three day rest.  At the end of
that time the doctor made one of his frequent visits but this time the
news was wonderful for Mildred and terrible for me.  We were all in
the parlor when he arrived with the long awaited test results.  I was
anticipating this news.  "I am pleased to tell you that you no longer
have the disease." the doctor informed Mildred smiling. Mildred and
Mom both thanked the doctor.  I waited for the doctor to leave to see
how they would react. I was beginning to notice that they were not
particularly happy. "I guess you'll be glad to get out of that
wheelchair." I opined. Mildred just looked at me and I watched a tear
slide down her cheek.  I quickly left the parlor to spend another
night alone.

Mom watched Donny leave the parlor.  She looked over at her daughter
and wondered whether they should verbally open this Pandora's Box.
But, alas she felt they must.  "My dear daughter, as I'm sure you
realize, Donny doesn't know that we know about his night time
activities.  I want your opinion about what we should do".

"Mother, I am ashamed to say that every thing that he has done to me I
have enjoyed. I realize how disgusting that  may sound. Fortunatly,
for some reason he has spared my virginity so that I can pass myself
off as an innocent woman.  Unfortunately, I have become as depraved as
he is.   What if I cannot find a husband with the same size equipment
and zest for debauchery. I am only sorry that he forced his attentions
on you. It would have been better if he had completely ruined only me
rather than committing the terrible crime of ravaging my mother".

"No, my dear.  It would have been better if you had never known what
was coming when you married. I would have hoped he had only ruined and
embarassed me.  As it is, I have been reintroduced to the savage
attacks of the male beast.  With your father it was a once a month
ordeal. I never was able to reach climax as he only lasted  5 or 6
strokes.  Just enough to cause pregnancy.  Now, I have found out what
real depravity is with a man/boy/son who has at least twice the
equipment  that your father had.  The horrible part is that I've had
multiple climaxes every time he has touched me.  I don't know how I'll
do without it now that you are well and he doesn't have access to the
pills I left out for him after his first attack on me.   My real crime
is that I set myself up to continue being the victim of his assaults.
I love my son now in a more carnal way.  God, help me".

"I see only three choices, Mother.  We can testify against him and
have him committed to jail.   In that case we would lose the nightly
visits that we've come to enjoy and need so much. Two, we can tell him
we are addicted to the medicene and have to keep taking it.  That will
give him the opportunity to keep making nightly visits.  But, that way
he may eventually tire of us and stop his nightly visits.  Or, three,
we can confront him with the evidence of his depravity and threaten
imprisonment.  We can force him to perform and do anything we wish him
to do.  Anything, Mother, anything.  Think about it, it may be the
best solution for us.  At least then we can participate rather than
just laying there letting him dictate the action.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *

It has been a year now since Mildred was cured.  I still can't believe
how easily they fell into my trap.  They try to outdo each other with
bazaar sexual practices and always consult with each other the next
morning.  I live for each evening when I can see what one or the other
has come up with.  No matter what it is I like it.  The two most
beautiful and wonderful women in the world and I am the focus of their
total attention.  What could be better?


The End (the continuing feast)
     

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