The Twins' Incestuous Love

by Reed James

  She loved it.

  “Rex!” she moaned, breaking our kiss. “Cum in me!”

  “Reina!” I groaned. I couldn't resist.

  My balls couldn't handle it. The tip of my cock ached. I buried harder into my twin as my entire body tensed. That wonderful pleasure shot down to my nutsack. My cum came to a boil in a flash and rushed up my dick.

  I erupted into my twin sister's hot pussy.

  My orgasm exploded pleasure through me. Ecstasy slammed into my mind every time I erupted in her. I pumped load after load of my jizz into her. I shuddered, growing dizzy from the bliss that assaulted my mind.

  “Yes, yes, Rex!” she whimpered.

  She shuddered and bucked beneath me. Her spasming cunt milked out every drop of cum out of my balls. I groaned with each eruption while she whimpered. Her blue eyes sparkled as I fired the last of my jizz on her.

  Panting, I collapsed on her. I held her in my arms, the pleasure surging through me. Her breasts rubbed into my chest. She held me, caressing me. I stroked her sides as I kissed her, savoring our closeness.

  “Mmm, do you really want to watch me and Queenie?” she moaned after a few minutes.

  I grinned. “Yeah.”

  She giggled. “You have such a crush on Queenie.”

  “I don't. I...I love you, Reina.”

  “And you love Queenie.” Reina cupped my cheeks. “That's okay. I love her, too. Mmm, those big, pillowy tits. What's not to love?”

  I arched an eyebrow at her. “You're just as perverted as I am.”

  “Well, we are the children of the Living God. Why wouldn't we have his appetite? I know Chase has it.” Reina giggled. “Joab will be coming by. You hear how loud they get?”

  I nodded my head, rolling off my sister and lying on the grass. “So...do you think Queenie would...?”

  Reina shrugged. “I know she loves you.” My sister's hand stroked down my body, fondling my half-hard cock drenched in her juices. “We just have to overcome her... upbringing.”

  I sighed. “You make it sound easy.”

  “It will be.” She winked, leaning down to lick at my cock.

  I groaned, my hips shaking.

  A cowbell rang.

  “Shit, that's Chase,” I groaned.

  Reina's mouth engulfed my cock.

  “We need to stop. She'll catch us.”

  Reina sucked harder, my cock expanding in her mouth as she sucked me clean. Panic surged through me even as the pleasure of her wanton mouth rippled down my cock. Her tongue danced around my cock while she purred in delight.

  Chase won't care, my lust whispered. She'll understand. You've heard the stories of Father. She's slept with him. Just enjoy Reina's sweet mouth.

  I relaxed, listening to my lust. I always had such great pleasure when I did.

  Not fighting it, I embraced the pleasure. Reina sucked harder as the cowbells approached, my sister's blue eyes flashing up at me, her lips smiling as she worked more and more of my cock into her mouth.

  Chase reached the nearby gate, leading the missing cow. Her auburn hair was loose, her face flushed. She stopped, staring at the pair of us. I nodded to my older sister, my dick throbbing in my twin's mouth. Unlike Reina and me, Chase didn't age. She looked eighteen and gorgeous.

  “I see you are our father's children,” she muttered. “Don't let others catch you.”

  “We won't,” I groaned. I leaned back and enjoying the blowjob. My lust was right, Chase understood the power of desire, love, and incest. I stroked Reina's hair and erupted into her hungry mouth.

  * * *

  Chasity “Chase” Glassner

  I couldn't get the sight of the twins naked, Reina's mouth wrapped around Rex's cock, out of my mind. The look Rex gave me was so confident and cocky. For a moment, they were my parents loving each other while I watched from their bedroom doorway.

  I wanted to join them. A powerful, burning pleasure shuddered through me. I had been trying hard not to molest the twins since they turned eighteen. I had raised them in the more repressed culture of the modern day. Once a month, we traveled to the nearby town of Truckee and the twins and I attended a church service.

  So they had heard the lectures.

  But I didn't hide who our father was. It was clear they couldn't fight their attraction for each other. I should have marched over there and put an end to Reina's blowjob. But I couldn't. They looked so happy. I missed that same intimacy I had with my father and grandfather. I smiled, remembering grandpa, his reddish hair going gray, as he took me hard. He was so much older and dignified.

  My pussy grew hot remembering the night I had dressed up like a naughty schoolgirl for grandpa.

  I dumped the bucket of water over my head in our outdoor shower, a small, wooden shack near the house. I grabbed the rough bar of soap. I hated making soap. It was worse than butchering an animal.

  I had to learn so many new skills in the last eighteen years.

  I washed Shadow's seed and my sweat from my body, working fast. I had to start supper. Joab promised to stop by today. After being ravished by the demon and watching my twins, I needed Joab. He was my hunky trapper with piercing, blue eyes and a burly physique.

  He wanted to marry me, but I'd been reluctant. I wasn't going to age. Eventually, he'd realize that. The twins knew my secret, but Joab didn't realize that the girl named Chase was actually Saint Chasity. I wanted to keep it that way.

  I used a second bucket to rinse off the soap. I stepped out, dried myself, and pulled on a clean dress. The twins walked by, both their tan skin flushed, big smiles on their lips. They eyed me, hunger burning in their blue depths.

  I stirred. They both had Father's smile, and Rex looked so much like him. It was sometimes like seeing Father in the flesh. A sudden emptiness yawned in me. I would never get to be loved by my father again. He must hate me down in Hell.

  All our family must despise me for taking away their happiness and sentencing them to eternal torment.

  “Hey, beautiful,” a voice called out.

  I drew out of my despair, smiling at Joab as he trooped up to the house, a line of fur pelts dangling from his pack. He wore a deerskin jacket and tough, brown denim jeans. His boots were worn and faded. He was handsome, almost thirty, his cheeks covered by a dark patch of stubble.

  “Hey, you,” I greeted. Smiling, I strolled up to him.

  He scooped me up in his arms, kissing me boldly. I loved it, letting myself melt into his strength as I stared into his blue eyes. His hand dipped down, groping my ass. I giggled into the kiss, enjoying his familiar grip.

  “Someone's excited to see me,” I purred, grinding against his hard cock. I was nearly sixty, but he made me feel eighteen. And since I did have the body of an eighteen-year-old, I embraced my lusts. I gave him another kiss, savoring his cock's bulge as my tongue played with his.

  “Hi, Joab,” Reina purred, her voice dripping with coquettish desire.

  I broke the kiss and turned. The twins stood nearby. Rex had a big grin on his face. He was still at that age where he could bounce from adult maturity to boyish excitement.

  “Did you see any bandits, Joab?” he asked.

  Joab loved to tell a story where he fended off twenty bandits with his traps. It was such a tall tale, but my siblings had grown up in a world without TV or even books, so they drank the stories up. Particularly Joab's.

  “Well, I did see the strangest sight,” Joab said, nodding to my brother. “Came across a mess of bandits torn apart in the upper meadow.”

  “Yes, some bear or something got to them,” I said, nodding. “Passed them on the way to finding the cow.” I shifted, trying to keep a straight face. Joab was an amazing tracker. Would he figure out what else I did there?

  “It was more than a bear,” Joab warned. “Something dark is prowling up in the mountains. It tore apart those bandits like they were made of dried kindling.”

  Reina's eyes were wide, but Rex drank it in, hugging his sister from behind. They had alway
s been close, but now I was wondering just how long they had been intimate. Months? The blowjob I'd witnessed today was so casual; clearly, it had not been the first one.

  “What do you think it is?” asked Rex. “Some devil left over from the Demon Wars?”

  “Maybe.” Joab shrugged. “Or one of the Tyrants' foul pets.”

  “Come on, let's get supper started,” I said, clapping my hands together. “You two can speculate as we work.”

  And they did, Rex spouting off idea after idea for what the monster might be. I kept silent. I didn't want anyone to know that I cavorted with a demon. I doubted even my siblings could handle that revelation. My pussy clenched as I drifted in thoughts, remembering the pleasure of Shadow's girth.

  Supper was a simple affair. Vegetables from our small garden, the carrots mashed up and served with a hunch of venison Joab provided. The twins devoured their food, the pair grinning at each other as they sat side-by-side.

  “Well, that was a mighty fine supper,” Joab nodded, his hand squeezing mine. Outside, night fell. The days were growing shorter. “Been a long day.”

  I grinned. “Rex, Reina, clean up before you find your bed. I'm exhausted from having to find that cow.”

  “Right.” Reina smirked. “Exhausted.”

  Joab grinned, winking at her and the little vixen puffed out her chest and smiled. If Rex noticed his sister's flirting, he didn't care. Joab took my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom. The twins each had a room downstairs, but I doubted they would be using both tonight.

  The moment we burst into my bedroom, Joab pushed me against my dresser, his hands roaming my body. I groaned, savoring the rough stubble of his lips on mine as my hands roamed his muscular body through his flannel shirt.

  His lips moved down, nuzzling my neck. I stroked his face, glancing down into his blue eyes.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I moaned as he sucked and nipped at my flesh.

  Why did I say that?

  “Daddy, huh?” he asked with a grin. “That's a new one.”

  I blinked as his fingers squeezed my ass. “I...”

  “Have you been a naughty girl?”

  His eyes were so blue, so like Father's. “Yes. I've been so bad. I've been thinking such naughty thoughts all day.”

  “About a boy?”

  “Oh, yes,” I panted. “A hunky boy.”

  Joab pulled me to the bed. He sank down and, with ease, threw me over his knee. I gasped in delight, shuddering on his lap. This wasn't the first time he'd spanked me. I always loved being disciplined by my lovers. I squirmed as he slowly drew up my skirt, the fabric sliding up my thighs.

  My pussy clenched in anticipation.

  Joab bared my naked rear. I shuddered as his rough fingers ran across my right butt-cheek and dipped down into the crack of my ass. I gasped as he slid past my sphincter and taint to brushed my dripping pussy. I squirmed more while his cock throbbed beneath my belly.

  “No bloomers or petticoats,” he groaned. “You have been a bad girl.”

  “So bad.”

  “And you're wet. You've been thinking impure thoughts.”

  “So impure,” I moaned. “About this older, hunky man.”

  His hand raised.

  CRACK!

  I gasped in delight, the burning pain shooting through me. I squirmed harder, rubbing his cock as my pussy wept juices. His hand smacked down a second time. My asscheek burned. I shuddered, the pain shooting right to my juicy twat.

  “Such a bad girl,” Joab groaned, stroking my quivering rump, soothing the pain. “Such a beautiful, bad girl.”

  “You shouldn't touch me like that, Daddy,” I moaned. “You're just supposed to spank me.”

  “Right,” he panted.

  CRACK!

  “Yes, Daddy. Punish me! I was so bad!”

  I killed you...

  CRACK!

  “I deserve to be punished. I'm such a horrible, bad girl.”

  “Yes, you are,” Joab groaned. “So bad and so sexy.”

  CRACK!

  I gasped as his fins fingers lingered on my burning rump. He squeezed and kneaded me, sending jolts of wondrous passion through me. My toes curled and my cunt grew hotter and hotter. I squirmed on the bed.

  “So hard to resist.” His fingers dipped down, brushing my pussy again.

  “No, Daddy, stop! This is wrong. You need to keep punishing me.” Please, please keep punishing me.

  Tears beaded in my eyes as his fingers shoved into my sopping pussy.

  “I can't resist your hot body,” Joab groaned. “You're making Daddy so hard. You have to do something about it.”

  “What?” I gasped as he pumped his fingers in and out of my twat. “No, Daddy. Keep spanking me! I'm such a bad girl!”

  “Yes! And bad girls get fucked!”

  Joab suddenly lifted me up. The world spun around me and then he threw me back on the bed. I gasped, lying on my back, struggling to catch my awareness. He was on me in a flash, pushing my thighs apart. I groaned as he fumbled at his belt and pushed his jeans down.

  His cock buried into me, hard and thick. I gasped as he filled my pussy. A shock of pleasure shot through me. His cock pumped away in me. I trembled beneath him, pinned by his weight. I whimpered, my emotions roiling in turmoil.

  “Daddy needs this,” he groaned, pounding hard. “Be a good girl, and love your daddy.”

  “Yes, yes,” I moaned, hugging him tight. “I love you, Daddy! Keep fucking your bad daughter!”

  I closed my eyes, picturing a different man with blue eyes pounding me. I bucked my hips into Joab's thrusts, crying out, “Daddy!” over and over. My pussy convulsed, a hot flood of passion bursting through me.

  I came beneath Joab in a flash. I thrashed on my hay-stuffed mattress as the pleasure rushed through me. I whimpered and moaned, my cunt writhing about his dick. The bliss was incredible. It surged through me. I whimpered, tossing my head back and forth as the rapture spilled across my awareness.

  The wooden frame of my bed creaked as Joab pounded me. I squeezed my thighs tight about him, bucking into his thrusts. Pleasure surged through me, mixing with the guilt that clung to my soul. I wished so desperately it was my father fucking me, loving me.

  Forgiving me.

  “What a good girl you are!” Joab moaned. “Take Daddy's cock! Oh, fuck! That's it! Such a good girl. Mmm, I love it! Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!”

  Joab came in me.

  I moaned as my pussy drank his cum. He fired hot into me while my pussy rippled about his dick. I clung to him, struggling to pretend he was a different man. I shuddered, one last wave of delight sweeping through my body.

  Joab collapsed atop me, gasping for breath as his lips nuzzled at my cheek.

  My tears came. He wasn't my father. I would never feel his love again.

  “What's wrong, baby girl?” Joab groaned. “Good girl's don't cry after loving Daddy.”

  The roleplay disgusted me. I shuddered, feeling soiled. He wasn't my father.

  “Get out!” I snarled.

  “What?” Joab blinked.

  “I said get out!” I pushed at his strong chest. “Get out of my bed! Out of my house!”

  “What the fuck, Chase?” Joab demanded, sitting up. “What's gotten into you?”

  “You're not my father!” I cried, the sobs wracking my body.

  “No shit,” he snapped back. “Based on how different you look from your siblings, I doubt you even know who your father is. Your mother had no idea which john she bedded—”

  I slapped him hard.

  “My parents were married, asshole!” I screeched, my fingernails leaving red streaks across his cheek. “Get out of my house! How dare you call my mother a whore! She was a...” Goddess. “...a beautiful, loving woman.”

  And I killed her.

  I killed everyone I loved.

  The sobs came harder. I buried my face into the skirts of my dress as Joab pulled up his pants.

  “Fucking bitch,” he muttered, rubbing at h
is cheek. “I don't know why I put up with you? The way you fuck, I bet you're servicing every trapper that wanders through your valley.”

  My entire body shook from the sobs as he stomped to the door.

  “Fucking whore. Maybe I should go see your little sister. The slut's been giving me such heated looks. I bet she fucks as passionately as you do.”

  Joab slammed my bedroom door.

  I barely heard the scuffle downstairs.

  I really didn't care. I laid my head on my pillow, clutching them tight, and sobbed as the shadows swallowed up my soul. I felt my parents watching me from Hell, hatred in their eyes. They were surrounded by my half-brothers and sisters, the sluts, the maids, the bodyguards. Everyone I killed glared at me.

  * * *

  Reina Glassner

  I examined my twin's black eye and gushed in a breathy voice, “That was so brave, Rex.”

  “Hurt like hell,” he muttered, his knuckles bloody. “But the asshole deserved it. Neither of my sisters are whores.”

  I glanced upstairs. I had tried to talk to Chase, but she wouldn't answer me when I tapped on her door. I could hear her sobbing though. I didn't know what happened in there. It sounded like she and Joab had been fucking like rabbits and then...

  Shouting.

  I turned my attention back to my twin. I squeezed my thighs together, my pussy wet. It had been exciting watching Rex thrash Joab. Sure, the older man got a hit in, but Rex had knocked Joab on his ass and sent him packing.

  Pity that's the last I'll see of Joab, my lust whispered. He was so cute. He would have fucked me hard.

  I nodded my head. I so wanted to fuck Joab, he was hunky. I'm sure Rex wouldn't have minded. I loved my twin, and maybe even Queenie, but there was only lust I felt for the hunky Joab. A fun romp, nothing more. I squirmed again, rubbing the wet cloth around Rex's eye.

  He winced.

  “You were so dashing,” I purred. The lust I felt for my twin rose along with my love for him.

  “Really,” Rex smiled. I loved that boyish grin. It always made my nipples hard and sent a warm flush through me. Chase always said Rex looked so much like Father. I wish I had known our father. I bet he would be a magnificent lover.