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On the monitor in the living room, my lusty behavior was being enacted in stark detail. Though they couldn't "see" the moral dilemma that tortured my nerves, it was entirely evident that my supple form was racked in sexual agitation. My body writhed in the throes of ecstasy. I had just experienced multiple orgasms and was not ready to stop. My nipples were perky and firm. Both hands roamed freely over my sensuous body. My mouth hung open and drooled, while my legs were spread wide and my fluids seeped down my thighs. I was moaning and whispering filthy phrases of passion. And I couldn't pry my eyes from the erotic video on the big screen.

It felt to me, as if the strange sexual confrontation with my family was months ago and miles away. I was so caught-up in my own self-flagellation that a private, sensual experience that I normally practice behind closed doors, after everyone else has gone to bed, has taken hold of me with an all-consuming zeal that demanded to be fulfilled here and now. Nothing else of propriety or morality mattered. And I wanted more than fantasies to get me off. I wanted to taste those hairless, pink cunts. And to feel the expanding girth of Will's hardening conk plunging forcibly into my straing pussy. If I only had the guts, I could have accepted their tempting offer. Why did I say no?

I envisioned an endless loop in my confused brain, where the three of them sat naked on the couch and beckoned me to join in their debauchery, mixed with the visual evidence of their incest. It was all too much. My body and brain were at odds. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. My eyes closed though my fingers continued to swirl around the pouty lips of my cunt as I faded into a dreamy haze. The fact that I was naked, drenched in perspiration and leaking pussy juice never entered my mind. I just needed rest.

My vulnerable position and family standing was no deterrent to the hungry pack of wolves surreptitiously spying me from above. They had been fingering and licking each other as they watched my passionate masturbation. Now they were equally stimulated and agitated. This was the moment to pounce.

All three of them were naked. My mom's and Lori's tits jiggled merrily as they

walked, and Will's engorged cock bobbed crazily with every stride. They tip-toed down the carpeted stairs and emerged in the darkened room finding me only semi-conscious and illuminated by the dim light of the video which had ended with them sleeping peacefully together. Their padded footsteps were noiseless as they made their approach. Stunning, lurid dreams darted through my bewildered brain. I tossed and mewled in my fitful doze. There were faceless creatures hovering, (my mind refused to identify them.) They were groping me. Pawing at my breasts and kissing and licking between my legs. I was fighting them off but loving every minute of it.

I could feel the pert nipples of my heaving globes as teeth gently scraped over them and lithe fingers twisted them and hefted the firm orbs. My mother appeared to linger above me while she pinched the pink areolae and sucked a nipple between her luscious lips, planting soft, wet kisses on my pliant boobs. Where my hand had rested before my slumber, my aunt's raspy tongue now lapped at my cunt. I could "feel" her gentle fingers parting the folds of my molten snatch and then the rough, wet abrasion on the fleshy hood while she coaxed my pouty clit from its hiding place. While my tits were being kneaded and suckled and my labia licked until the little reddish nub emerged, I squirmed and twitched in my stupor.

And while my ecstatic shrieks filled the room, and I heard them only in a haze, my moist lips formed a perfect circle as I cried out for more. The fantastical dream became frighteningly real when my brother's brutally hard cock took its advantage forcing its path against the back of my throat and down my gullet. I was startled into full consciousness.

The weight of three nude bodies held me in place and with the huge cock driving back and forth against my tonsils, I was helpless to move or speak. The sweet nectar was flowing from my pussy, generated by either my aunt eating my pussy, my mom lathering my tits or my brother's firm rod pounding away at my hungry mouth. My saliva greased his pole but the penetration was rapid and filling, my jaws couldn't take anymore.

I could hear the voices as my head cleared. "Just keeps your lips wrapped around my cock and suck it like you love it. I'm going to fuck your slutty mouth until you make me cum and I'm going to fill you with my seed." He was half-laughing, but entirely serious. Then he clenched-up and I felt his cock jump in my moouth. He unleashed a torrent of salty cream that filled my cheeks and squirted so quickly down my throat that I had no option but to swallow it all. "And after you've gotten used to having so much juice in your mouth, you'll be begging to blow me."

At the same time, my aunt was saying, "I couldn't wait to taste this tight little honey-pot. You've always known that you were a submissive slut, didn't you? Now, you're in the harem with us. And your brother and I are going to trade places so that you can lick my cunt while he fucks you."

My mom added, "Oh Honey, I'm next. After Will fucks you, I'm going to strap on this big dildo and take a turn at your sweet cunt. Then I'll teach you a little lesson in getting your ass fucked. It will be good for you to have me before Will takes a turn with you. You're going to have a great time tonight. Now we can all be open and have fun together." And the crazy thing was that I wasn't actually fighting the feeling.

After my brother deposited his creamy load in my throat and Lori had brought my tingling pussy to another Earth-shaking climax that left my sodden snatch feverish and numb, the sultry and seductive tone of my mother's calming voice described the other raunchy, erotic activities that they had planned for me. The exotic intent of their dominating assault overpowered my lonely, desperate anatomy.

I visibly wilted under their combined leadership and suggestive dialogue. I cried-out in total surrender, "Take me please, all of you. I need it. I want it. I'll do anything that you ask or command. Come fuck me. I'll be your slut, or your slave. Whatever you want. Teach me how best to serve you. I'll be your little sex-bitch forever. I need to be trained and I want you to make me cum. I want to obey and learn to please all of you. I don't care if its incest. I won't mind being your slut. I'm lonely, I'm horny and I need you to make me cum!"

"Be a good girl now and do as I say," I could practically feel as much as hear, my brother's insistent request. I nodded my head and meekly whispered, "I am at your command."

"You will listen to all that you are told and your pussy belongs to me, now." He stood imperiously over me. "Get up now and come with me to the pool table. I own you and that's exactly what you want."

I stood infront of them like a little girl. My painted toenails twisted into the rug and my fingers played with my blonde hair. I bit my lip and futilely moved to conceal my sopping cunt. I wavered back and forth on the balls of my feet and stuttered some childish assent. I could understand now, how he did it. How he assumed control over his mother, his older aunt and now his older sister. We were literally stripped of our clothes, then our pride and finally our willpower. And we were conditioned or primed or maybe just ripe to accept his terms. But mostly I see, that we were fascinated and that we loved it!

They helped me to experience the biggest, and greatest series of orgasms that I ever dreamed of. And he promised that there would be many more. I almost screamed, " I'm yours, I know that and that's what I want." I dropped my head in embarrassment realizing what I was about to commit to but knowing that this was the only way that I would receive what I wanted most. I was free now to explore the depth of feeling and give myself over to the absolute pursuit of pleasure that I dreamed of. I was not surrendering at all. I was establishing a goal and could find it in the love and security of my family.

The truly taboo nature of this incestuous tryst that I was about to embark on was actually a giant turn-on for all of us. And in it, my family discovered their deepest secrets and darkest fantasies. I acknowledged my position and welcomed my acceptance. "Just tell me," I pleaded, "Show me. Teach me. I'll do anything to keep this feeling and make it grow." My family smiled and led me to the table.