Brother, Sister , Mom have Sex Ch. 03
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There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old.
Horny brother pays his sister to strip naked and to suck him and to fuck him.
Continued from Chapter 02:
Yet, kettle black, she should talk about him being a sexual pervert. He had heard stories of how wild his sister, Jennifer, was during her Spring Break weeks all through college. He had heard about her winning a variety of wet T-shirt contests by exposing her naked breasts and even all of her naked body to a huge audience of drunken, horny men. He had heard about her having drunken circle jerks, gangbangs, and receiving cum filled facials. When drunk and/or drugged out of her mind, surprised she was never made pregnant, he had heard stories of her being passed around as the sexual entertainment at dorm parties too.
“I can’t help it if I’m popular,” as his sister had previously said. She may have well said, “I can’t help it if I’m a whore. I can’t help it if I love cock. I can’t help it if I love to suck and fuck a variety of different men.”
As much as he heard about his sister being sexually wild, he heard about his mother being sexually wild too. Apparently, his mother, Jessica, was no angel either. A beautiful, sexy, and shapely woman when she was his sister’s age, he overheard his mother talking on the phone to her friends about her sexual experiences when she was younger. A party girl back then in the late 70’s and early 80’s, she enjoyed talking about her favorite nightspot, Studio 54. Now that he knew so much about his sister’s and his mother’s sexual background, he wondered about his grandmother’ sexual background too. He wondered why she was such a whore too.
For her to walk around him naked, for her to stare at his expose cock in the shameless way she does, she was definitely a whore too. Needing to ask her one day when she had one too many glasses of sherry, he heard she served cocktails at a Playboy Club as a Playboy Bunny in New York back in the late 60’s. He heard she was an exotic dancer, a stripper, and a prostitute during the wild, sexual revolution days of the 70’s too.
In the same slutty way his grandmother whored around him when walking around him in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, he wished he could say the same about his mother’s and his sister’s sexual behavior too. He wished his sister and mother would walk around him in the panties and bras, topless, or naked too. He wished his sister and mother would always know when he was masturbating and cumming and barge in his room. He wished his sister and mother would stare at his cock with incestuous lust and sexual excitement in the way his grandmother always does.
Here he is living with two sluts, two dirty whores, and he was still unable to see either one of them without their clothes. He wished his sister and his mother were both as immorally immodest as his grandmother. He wished his sister and his mother were both incestuous whores as his grandmother obviously was and was eager to be. In the way his grandmother walked around him unashamed and unembarrassed, she gave him plenty of material to masturbate over.
If only his mother and sister were as incestuously uninhibited as his grandmother, he’d have a field day ogling his mother’s and his sister’s underwear clad, topless, and/or naked bodies. If only his sister and mother were incestuous exhibitionists in the way they were exhibitionists for men who weren’t blood related to them, he’d see more of them. Definitely, if they walked around him in their underwear, topless, and/or naked, he wouldn’t be as horny and/or sexually frustrated, or would he?
Like grandmother, like mother, and like daughter, just as his grandmother was a whore, his mother was a whore, and his sister was a whore too. Only, knowing that his grandmother could be easily persuaded, he wondered if either his hot sister or his MILF of a mother could be persuaded to be incestuous whores too for the right price. Just as he’d love nothing more than to have sex with his sister, he’d love nothing more than to have sex with his mother too. With his luck, the only one in the family who’d give him incestuous sex would be his grandmother and, no doubt, she’d give him sex for free.
‘Gross,’ he thought to himself while thinking of his grandmother’s big, sagging breasts hanging down to her waist. ‘Disgusting,’ he thought while thinking of his grandmother’s fallen ass, her wrinkled legs, and her hairy forest of a brown pussy. In the way that his grandmother was such a free spirit and so funny, she reminded him of the Playboy magazine cartoon granny of old who always walked around without her clothes. Still, he couldn’t help himself from getting an erection when thinking about her stroking his cock while giving him a gum job.
Even though he’d love nothing more than to have incestuous sex with his sister, Jason knew that his sister would never have incestuous sex with him. Even though he’d love nothing more than to have incestuous Gaziosmanpaşa Escort sex with his mother, Jason knew that his mother would never have incestuous sex with him. Even though they were both whores who would suck and fuck practically anyone, especially for money, they weren’t incestuous whores. Sadly, and sexually frustratingly, they’d never suck and fuck him. Sadly, and sexually frustratingly, they weren’t sexually attracted to him in the way that he was sexually attracted to his sister and his mother. Yet, being that they both wanted and needed money, maybe they’d suck and fuck him for money.
Taking his incestuous debauchery, a step further, a sexual fantasy come true, he’d love nothing more than to have sex with his sexy sister and his MILF of a mother together as a threesome. Only, nothing more than an outrageous, sexual fantasy, just as he’d never have sex with his sister and/or his mother, he’d never have sex with his sister and mother as a threesome. They’d never go for any of that. Yet, even before having sex with both his sister and mother, a dream, sexual fantasy come true, he’d love to watch them having incestuous, lesbian sex with one another.
‘Wow! How hot would that be to watch my sister going down on my mother and my mother going down on my sister,’ he thought. ‘I’d pay to see that,’ he said to himself with a dirty laugh.
Obviously nothing more than a sexual fantasy, just as his sister would never have sex with him, his sister would never have sex with her mother either. Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, just as his mother would never have sex with him, his mother would never have sex with her daughter either. That’s just a crazy an over-the-top incestuous, sexual fantasy that he had. His incestuous perversion to see his sister and mother naked and have sex with them was getting in the way of his commonsense. Only, a dealmaker, perhaps if he offered them enough money, maybe they’d have sex with one another before having sex with him. Anyone will do anything for money even his sister and his mother, especially his sister and his mother.
Unable to stop masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with his sexy sister, his MILF of a mother, both of them together, and them having sex with one another, he was so very sexually frustrated. Yet, for the right about of money, maybe they’d have incestuous sex with him. For the right amount of money, maybe they’d agree to have an incestuous threesome. For the right amount of money, maybe they’d agree to have incestuous, lesbian sex with one another. For the right amount of money maybe he could convince his sister and his mother to be his incestuous whores, if only for one night or hopefully for even longer.
Yes, that’s it, of course. It’s all about the money, isn’t it? For money, he may have a chance to have sex with his sister. For money, he may have a chance to have sex with his mother. For money, he may have a chance to have sex with his sister and with his mother. For money, maybe his sister and his mother would have sex with one another before having sex with him. Playing the endless possibilities over in his mind, his sexual fantasies repeated themselves as if it was an endless, pornographic video loop. He couldn’t stop thinking about seeing his sister and his mother naked and having sex with their naked bodies after they had sex with one another.
‘Oh, my God, a game changer and a lifesaver, I’m so glad I found that bagful of money,’ he thought. ‘I had no chance of ever seeing my sister and/or my mother naked before. I had no chance of ever having sex with my sister and/or mother before. I had no chance of seeing my sister and mother having lesbian sex before. Yet, now, with me holding all of the cards and holding all of the cash in our little incestuous game of strip, suck, and fuck, maybe they’d be more amenable to having sex with me.’
With money the key to fulfilling and satisfying his incestuous lust and desire for his sister and for his mother, for enough money, any woman would have sex with any man, even if that man was her brother and/or her son. For enough money, any woman would have sex with any woman, even if that woman was her daughter or her mother. For enough money, he hoped to make his sister his sexy, incestuous bitch. For enough money, he hoped to make his MILF of a mother, his sexy incestuous whore too.
Sex and money, unable to separate the two, whether married or single, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, brother and sister, son and mother, or daughter and mother, sex is about money. When the façade of love, romance, and even holy matrimony is stripped away, sex is about money. When getting right down to the sexual needs of a man and the financial needs of a woman, sex is all about money. Sex is only about money. It’s the rare exception that sex and money are not the common denominator in a sexual relationship.
‘She loves me, she loves me not,’ he thought his foolish thoughts. ‘Depending on how much I pay her, she sucks me, Gaziosmanpaşa Escort Bayan she sucks me not. Again, depending on how much money I give her, she fucks me, she fucks me not.’
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Now that he was thinking more about seeing his sister and his mother without their clothes, he wished he had installed a tiny, hidden camera in his sister’s bedroom and/or in his mother’s bedroom. Connected to his computer, he could have watched the live feed of them dressing, undressing, and masturbating themselves. He could even have hidden a tiny camera in the bathroom too to watch them strip naked, shower, bathe, and masturbate themselves. How hot would that be to watch them washing their dirty, naked bodies while he stroked his cock? How hot would that be to watch them without his sister and/or his mother knowing that he was watching them while masturbating himself over them?
Alas, instead of having hidden cameras in their bedrooms and in their bathrooms, he did it the old fashioned way. Unable to know what his sister was doing in her bedroom, he pressed his ear to her bedroom door to listen. Trying to discern and distinguish what it sounded like to hear her removing her clothes from all of the other sounds she was making in her room, he waited and listened. As if he was listening for sounds of human life after a building collapsed, he listened intently. Only, with her playing her radio too loudly, it was difficult for him to hear anything but music.
Filled with incestuous lust and sexual anticipation, he imagined her stripping off her clothes to the music as if she was a stripper on stage. Practicing for her next wet T-shirt contest that she always won by bouncing and jiggling her big, naked, shapely breasts, and gyrating her hot hips, he imagined her pretending to do one of her wet T-shirt, winning dances. With his imagination heightened by his impatience and with him not wanting to miss his chance of seeing her standing behind her bedroom door in her panties and bra, topless, or naked, ready or not, here he comes.
He was about to burst open her bedroom door without warning and without knocking. With his hand poised on her doorknob, ready to quietly and quickly push open her door to see his sister without her clothes, he waited. Only, unable to wait any longer, not wanting to miss the opportunity of seeing her without her clothes, ready to turn her doorknob without making a sound, he stood poised by her bedroom door and impatiently listened. Unable to wait any longer, quietly and quickly, he turned her doorknob while pushing open her bedroom door at the same time as if he was fleeing a fire. Hoping to see her as if she was a deer in headlights, he burst in her room hoping to see her in her bra and panties, topless, or naked.
‘Damn! Shit! Fuck! God damn it! Motherfucker. What the Hell? What the fuck? Are you kidding me? She’s still dressed,’ he silently said to himself. ‘Frigging bitch. Frigging whore. What the Hell was she doing in there all that time? Why did it take her so long to remove her frigging clothes? Are you kidding me? All of this for nothing.’
Only, with him impatiently deranged to see his sister in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked, it had only been a few minutes since he followed his sexy sister up the stairs. A dozen thoughts ran through his mind in the way of a runaway, freight train traveling down the tracks at 100 mph. Hoping that he’d catch his sister without her clothes, as if he was too early for the party, he was so utterly disappointed. He couldn’t believe she was still dressed.
At the very least, he thought he would have caught her in her bra and panties. Obviously, he was premature in barging in her room. Obviously, he should have waited a minute longer. Had he waited, maybe he would have caught her topless or naked even. Just his luck. The only luck he ever had was finding that bag of money. Only, as if delivered by God, no doubt meant fo someone else, that bag found him.
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His sister, Jennifer, stared at him with anger in the way he stared at her with lust.
“Hoping to see me in my bra and panties, you thought I’d be standing here in my underwear, didn’t you?” She laughed while cupping her breasts through her blouse and bra. “Hoping to see my tits, you thought I’d be standing here topless, didn’t you?” She laughed again. “Hoping to see my naked ass, my naked tits, and my naked pussy, you thought I’d be standing here naked, didn’t you?” She ran a slow purposely hand across her big breasts, down between her legs to her pussy, and behind her all over her shapely ass. “Sorry to disappoint you, Jason, but I heard sneaking up the stairs and creeping in the hall before even hearing your nervous hand rattle my doorknob,” she laughed again. This time she laughed annoyingly loud.
Her fingers were still poised on the buttons of her blouse when her creepy brother barged in her bedroom without knocking. Obviously, Escort Gaziosmanpaşa just as she had just confessed to her 20-year-old brother, 23-year-old Jennifer was just about to get undressed. Surprised that she heard him and shocked that she knew he was there, he thought he was so quiet, but obviously he wasn’t. With his incestuous lust for his sister and for his mother getting in the way of his rational thoughts, he was such a perverted fool to think that he was smarter than his sister and/or his mother. Hell, with his grandmother smarter than he was, even his grandmother got the drop on him by always catching him masturbating himself at exactly the right moment when he was cumming.
“No, um, I wasn’t trying to catch you naked,” he said lying. “I, um, just had something important to ask you,” he said. “You probably didn’t hear me knock on your door because your music was so loud,” he said avoiding making eye contact with her while lying again.
With her not born yesterday, accustomed to him creeping around the house and in his futile attempts to see her without her clothes, she obviously knew he didn’t knock at her bedroom door. Even with the music playing, and with her attuned to that sort of sound, undoubtedly, she would have heard him knocking. Jennifer had stopped herself from unbuttoning her blouse when she, no doubt, heard a sound outside of her bedroom door. Surprisingly, with her such an exhibitionist to strip topless and/or naked for wet T-shirt contests, pretending she didn’t hear him, one would think that she wouldn’t mind showing her kid brother her underwear clad, topless, or naked body. Yet, obviously and unfortunately for her little brother, she drew her line of whoredom at incest.
Sure enough, just as she had obviously suspected for her to stop undressing, that he was there ready to invade her privacy, it was him, jerky Jason, is what she called him, standing outside of her bedroom door poised to enter. Always sneaking around the house trying to catch her and her mother without their clothes, always trying to see something he shouldn’t see of them, he was such a perverted nuisance. If nothing else, with him so predictable in his incestuous horniness, as much as he was annoying, he was entertaining. If only he wasn’t her brother, no doubt, she’d enjoy sexually teasing him in the way she sexually teased all of her boyfriends.
If he wasn’t trying to peek up his sister’s short skirt at her panties, he was trying to look down her low cut top at her cleavage and bra. Just as she told her friends, she wrote the same thoughts in her diary. She was tempted to flash her brother her topless or naked body just once to see his reaction. Only, instead of making him feel embarrassed and/or ashamed, a big mistake for her to do that, no doubt, she’d make him feel sexually excited. No doubt, by showing him something he shouldn’t see of her, instead of stopping him from ogling her and leering at her, she’d more inflame his sexual attraction to her and lustful desire for her.
Barging in her room without knocking as he had a habit of doing lately, especially since she moved back home after graduating college, her 20-year-old brother, Jason, opened her bedroom door and closed it behind him. She could have locked her door but she didn’t. He wasn’t dangerous, just annoying, and, with them growing up and living in the same house together, she wasn’t afraid of her own brother. It wasn’t as if he’d rape her. If he was going to rape her, he would have tried to do that long ago but Jason wasn’t a rapist. Just a big, lovable goof, he wasn’t violent. Besides, with him not the first man who tried to sexually assault her, if he tried anything, she’d beat the shit out of him.
Yet, bizarrely weird, if it wasn’t creepy enough that he opened her bedroom door without knocking, it was even creepier that he closed her bedroom door behind him. As if she had invited him inside of her room, he stood in front of her closed, bedroom door staring at her. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with her degenerate brother in a small, enclosed space. Rightly so in her suspicion of him, with him looking at her as if she was a prostitute instead of his sister, she didn’t trust him to behave.
“Get out of my room, you little pervert. I was just about to get undressed,” she said. Then, as if changing her mind to have a bit of sexy fun with him, she goaded him while teasing him by unbuttoning one of the buttons on her blouse. She pushed the cotton material of her blouse back enough to show him her long, sexy line of cleavage. “Had you waited another minute, you would have caught me in my bra and panties,” she said taunting him with a big sister laugh.
He stared at his sister as if he was a starving man hungry for food instead of a horny brother hungry for incestuous sex from his sexy sister. He stared at his sister’s long line of cleavage as if he had never see a woman’s cleavage before.
“I would have liked to have seen you standing there in your bra and panties,” he said.
She reached her hand down to play with the hem of her short skirt as if she was a little girl. As if checking for a loose stitch, she gave him a sexy smile while lifting the hem of her short skirt to show him more of her shapely thigh. If only she had lifted her skirt just an inch higher, she would have flashed him her panties.
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