Sibling Seduction Turns Orgy

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The washing machine gave a sharp jingle. Fuck the washing machine, Adam thought to himself. His muscles were as heavy as his head felt. Faint sound effects crawled through the floor: random jingles, buzzes, pops. Adam sighed, realizing it was probably his sister Christie feasting on snacks while playing videogames – again, in the middle of the night. He pushed his upper body up, crawled on his feet and left the bedside. He hauled his body forward, following his mental road map only. The relentless roaring of the washing machine had died down, but his ears recalled its rhythm rather vividly. The construct slept in the corner of Adam’s room, a filled-to-the-brim laundry basket towering next to it. He saw nothing in the darkness, but stopped right before kicking the basket. He fumbled to open the machine’s shutter and reached his hand in. He stuffed the clothes into the dry cleaner on his right-hand side, rinse and repeat until everything was transferred. He reached for the laundry basket and started chipping away at the mountain, one cloth at a time. When his hand stumbled into an oddly squishy fabric, he stopped.

“Uhm..?” Adam grunted.

He squeezed the cloth again and an overbearing smell filled his nostrils. His sluggish brain took its time to connect observation with memory.

“What..? Oh, right, it’s just her undies,” he sighed.

He shoved his sister’s panties into the washing machine, then sunk his hand in the basket again.

“Mmh, more..? Really? Uh…”

He face-palmed out of embarrassment: He could actually deduce which sister the underwear belonged to, because the panties were sweatier and the outline distinctly brittle. They belonged to Lilith, while the first ones were the property of Christie.

The bang of a gun startled Adam. He turned his head around, staring at the walls and window. He couldn’t spot any bullet hole. Where was it? The sound had definitely come from close by, that much he was sure of. He dropped the panties and crossed the room with purposely slowed steps. He walked up to the lone window and peeked down at the street. Under the orange glow of street lamps and pure-white snow, he noticed the figure of an unknown female. She was wearing a thick-layered, black winter coat and a red scarf – for some reason she was kneeling down behind Adam’s picket fence. She stood up, raising her arm behind her head – a snowball in hand. Adam struck his palm on the window, the glass reverberating from the hit. The girl seized her throwing motion, which was when Adam recognized her. He hurried to open the window, letting in the dry air of a winter’s night.

“Lucy? Lucy, what are doing?” the boy asked.

“There you are! You didn’t answer the door bell, dumbass!” the girl replied, whipping back her hair.

“The doorbell? I didn’t hear anything!”

“Sod off! I rang and called your phone even, but you didn’t answer!”

Adam stood there in the window, a breeze sapping the red from his face. The exhaled air of his lungs surged out as puffs of smoke. The threads of memory took their time entangling into a sensible narrative: It wasn’t the washing machine’s jingle he’d woken up to. He also remembered running out of battery on his cell. Everything made sense now.

“My cell was off, sorry! Just wait there, Lucy – I mean, come to the door! I’ll be there in a sec!” he promised and shut the window.

He flung open the door into the upstairs corridor, turned right and tap danced the stairs down. While he walked, he couldn’t help but crack a smile. Downstairs lights were out; only the extensive gloom of the flat-screen television lit the place. His ears were greeted by a torrent of music and sound. He watched Christie smashing buttons on her game controller. She was sitting on the couch, the seat covered in salt flakes. Among the button-mashing, the teenager was absent-mindedly grabbing flakes to chew. She giggled with her mouth full, her pig tails jumping, gaze fixed on the screen. Her chest had outgrown her pink tank top, her short shorts slowly suffering the same fate. She hadn’t bought new clothes since turning eighteen. Adam even noticed holes in her pants. Her slender middle-body was peeking, unconstrained by the skimpy attire. She was anything but a spiritual person, but still enjoyed sitting in meditation positions. Surrounded by junk food, she sat in a flawless lotus position just for the fun of it, just because she could. Her legs were exposed, covered by neither leggings or even socks.

“Sis… you useless sloth,” Adam sighed.

He turned his back at the young woman, shaking his head. He turned left to face the door and was about to unlock it, but his hand was stopped by a sudden thought. He grinned and bent his neck forward to grab a peek from the door hole. He watched as the visitor walked up the porch, her smooth, long hair flopping stiffly – her flocks were a softer shade of black that glistened when light caressed them. They flowed down like a black-and-white picture of a waterfall. Her plentiful hips swung from side ankara escort to side in rhythm with her steps. Even through the thick winter coat, her bust looked big and soft, like a pair of pillows hidden inside her clothing. She dug a lip balm from her jacket’s pocket and rubbed it on her puffy lips. The balm made her fleshy leaves look sugary, like caramel mass. She peeked over her shoulder, like she feared someone was watching her. She then sealed the lip balm between her lips and sucked on its tip for a second.

Adam thought it unbelievable that this girl was still a virgin. Her jacket was short enough to expose her wavy miniskirt, which peeked suggestively; her plump legs stood exposed almost to their very root. She wore a pair of dark brown leather boots that stretched just below her knees. There was so much meat in the little woman’s legs; their skin and texture were wholesome. Adam raised his gaze, marveling again at her curves from hips to tummy, from bosom to face. He looked into her brown saucer-shaped eyes which failed to notice the thirsty eyeball in the peep hole. Not even a runaway smile was around to soil the girl’s pristine porcelain skin. Adam felt bursting into a song – for him to be able to call this person his girlfriend was his life’s grandest privilege. His sweaty fingers fidgeted with the three metal locks and pulled the door open. On the doorway she stood: Lucy, her lively perfume riding in on a sudden gust of wind. Adam couldn’t hide the grin in his eyes, though he did conceal the giddy twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“Hey! Sorry I didn’t, um, get your call. My cell was dead, you know,” Adam explained.

“Mmh, it’s okay. You hanging nice?” Lucy asked.

“Oh, great, great… I’m great. So, what’s up? You’re up late, huh?”

“Mmh, yea. Wanted some friendly time. Is your sister here?”

“Uh? You… which… one you mean?” Adam asked, and that was when the staircase begun creaking.

With her long orange hair swinging behind her, Lilith came downstairs with a rush. The stairs gasped under the weight of her energetic steps. With nothing but a loose T-shirt and panties on, her belly button was shamelessly on display. The shirt’s chest area was stained by some brownish substance, but that didn’t matter. Even dirt looked like a beauty mark when she wore it. Her smile shined on the pair standing in the hallway.

“Heyo, brotherman, who you talking – Lucy? Ohhihihi!” Lilith said in a burst, jumping up and down in joy.

“Hello, Lilith,” Lucy said, her arms open like crocodile jaws.

The two girls hugged, arms coiled around their backs. Lucy’s lips smooched the girl’s left cheek and then the right. Fresh lip balm on Lilith’s skin glowed in the dim hallway light. Adam watched the two young women sharing their body warmth when Christie suddenly rushed past him.

“Lucyyyyyy!” Christie yelled and joined the hug.

Three girls fused together into a giggling, bloated mass of cloth, hair and flesh. Adam raised his brow in surprise; her sister and girlfriend kept eyeing each other intently – Lucy was barely even blinking. The young women kissed, but not on the cheek. A pointy wet tongue slipped into Christie’s mouth – she didn’t resist. Adam felt his knees losing strength; he stumbled backwards, until his back met the wall. The girls’ moist lips parted, but only for two seconds: The three of them pushed their heads into the middle, their chins hovering above Lucy’s ample bosom, one sister on one tit. A threeway kiss followed, tongues collided. The storm of saliva soiled the girls’ tank tops – much wetness gathered on Lucy’s sweater. Their arms slithered like snakes on each others’ bodies, feeling out lumps, digging into valleys, squeezing non-resisting soft bits. Christie’s runaway hand massaged Lucy’s naked leg, making its way upward, pulling up the miniskirt. Adam stared at the sight of his sister’s middle and index fingers slipping under Lucy’s white laced panties. To return the favor, Lucy straight-up grabbed Christie’s short shorts and pulled them halfway down, showing Adam his sister’s butt cheeks. Lucy glanced over her shoulder, grinning at his exasperated boyfriend.

“Seize him, girls,” she said and licked the moisture on her lips.

The two slobbering teenagers turned around, then sprung towards Adam, whose legs slipped in panic – the floor body-slammed him, and then came his sisters.

“Oorghhh!” his throat let out, as the girls piled on him.

A long, black tail swiped the dusty hallway floor. It protruded out of Lucy’s backside, from a hole in her panties. Two pointy little horns had grown out of her forehead. She leered down at the helpless boy, hand resting on her hip.

“Take him… to the bedroom,” Lucy commanded.

Despite being a year younger than Adam, the twins were stronger than him. Together they grabbed his arms, pulled him up and forced him to walk. The four of them crossed the living room, at the end of which waited the downstairs bedroom. Adam tried struggling off, but his arms were escort ankara held in the confines of filthy tank tops and their soft contents. Christie and Lilith’s chests were warm – he even felt their heart beats.

“Hey – hey, stop this! What’s gotten into you two?!” Adam asked.

Lilith turned her head, her eyes wet. Her brows were quivering in excitement.

“Relax, brotherman. You’ll love what we’ve planned for you,” she said.

Lucy’s boots clopped loudly as she walked ahead of the group. She shed her black jacket and left it on the floor, like a husk. Her grey sweater was loose, like a furry towel wrapped around her back. Her skirt flopped like a cape as she went. As the door to the bedroom loomed in front of her, she kicked it open. The kick was like a punch into Adam’s stomach – it was his late parents’ bedroom they were entering. The three of them had lived alone for two years, surviving with their parents’ savings and life insurance money.

The windows were concealed by fluffy drapes – the bedroom was completely dark. Lucy turned her head around, searching the room’s walls, then flicked on the lights – only to flick them off again. She snapped her fingers once, twice and thrice, each time conjuring a bright bauble that hovered in the air. The room bathed in light, every corner exposed – upon the fourth flicking of her fingers the baubles dimmed to brightness similar to candles. At the left side of the room lied the double bed. Lucy climbed on the bed, standing up on the mattress. She waved her arms around in a controlled pattern, making red hot markings appear on the floor. She drew a bed-sized five-pointed star, encircling them by a curved line. Lilith stepped on the bed, dragging Adam while Christie pushed him. The young man felt like a ragdoll. As his body touched the bedside, the heat of Lucy’s unholy markings stretched from his toes to his head.

“Just get him on the bed… I’ll do the rest,” Lucy said.

“Come on, brotherman, quit… resisting!” Lilith said.

“It’s over, Addie!” Christie said.

“Fuck all you crazy bitches!!” Adam yelled.

Lucy snapped her fingers; purple tentacles extended from the double bed’s sides. Adam gasped, but before he could scream, several tentacles wrapped around his four limbs, one shoving itself in his mouth. Like a fish on a cutting board, the young man fought to catch his breath through his nose. The tentacle smelled and tasted like fabric, the same as the mattress he lied on. Adam felt panic setting in: His eyes shed tears, his armpits trickled sweat. Too fast, everything was happening too fast.

Adam’s sisters smiled at his misery. Christie kissed her palm and blew on it while Lilith winked suggestively. Lucy jumped off the bed. She petted the pulsing tentacle in Adam’s mouth. She caressed the monstrosity with long hand strokes, then bent her back forward and kissed him on the forehead. Her soft breasts, their mass still contained by her sweater, suddenly rested on Adam’s chest.

“Mmh, are you comfortable… boyfriend?” Lucy purred.

“Mmmhh!!” the boy mumbled.

“Hm, could you say that again?” she asked and snapped her fingers.

The tentacle, wet by the boy’s mouth juices, slid out of his throat without so much as grazing the girl’s cheek.

“Mhah, agh! You… are you”, Adam vomited the few words that poured out.

“I’m a succubus, yes. I’m taking your soul, baby”, Lucy grinned.

“My – what? There’s no such thing as a soul!”

“That’s great, boyfriend. Keep believing that and… enjoy the ride, okay?”

Her face was so close to Adam’s that their lips were inches away from touching. She gazed at her plaything unblinkingly. Her perfume and breath smelling fresh and girly, the man couldn’t help but blush despite the circumstances. The longer she stared, the hotter her breath became. The emergence of horns on her forehead had changed her hairstyle only slightly; she still looked cute. She swiped black flocks behind her ear, then stole his breath with a kiss. Adam’s heart pounded on the walls of his ribcage – the taste of his girlfriend enveloped his tongue. Her saliva oozed inside, like sweet honey. The kiss refused to conclude and Adam’s muscles and thoughts relaxed. A stupor of bodily delight soothed his fighting spirit. Lucy released his lips and gave them a lick, circling the pointy end of her tongue around the sensitive skin.

“Want to know a secret, boyfriend? You should really thank your sisters for this,” Lucy whispered.

“Wh- what are you saying?” Adam asked.

The buxom succubus pushed herself up, the two teenagers following in her wake. They slithered on to their brother’s sides. Soft hair tickled Adam’s armpits, as the girls nuzzled themselves a spot on the double bed. Their arms stretched over his defenseless tummy. Adam watched the pair tangling their slim, youthful bodies with his, their body warmth seeping into his. What the hell are they doing, he thought. Were they possessed by some spell of Lucy’s?

“Brotherman… Make ankara escort bayan me a woman,” Lilith whispered while curling her hair around her finger.

“I want your seed in my womb, brother… I love you,” Christie confessed and fused her lips with Adam’s.

Christie’s saliva tasted salty with a hint of paprika and barbeque spice. Her kiss was short in time, but it dug deep. Before withdrawing, she snatched a feel of his brother’s tongue, like it was a lollipop. A burst of giggling poured from her mouth, as she noticed the slimy trace of saliva connecting them. It was so thick and lewd-looking she blushed. Her twin sister was right beside her watching the spectacle. The oozing bridge wouldn’t crumble before Lilith’s index finger spun around it. She eyeballed her sister who was still in the grips of a laugh attack.

“You’re such a slut, Chris, hogging all the fun,” Lilith murmured.

The teen reeking of jealousy opened her mouth and pulled her glistening tongue out, spinning the slime into a pile. She finished the taste test by sucking on her finger.

“Lilly… Chris… why are you guys doing this, in our parents’ bed even? We’re brother and sister, we can’t do this!” Adam pleaded.

“That’s exactly why, brotherman,” Lilith retorted.

“Ye, Addie! Didn’t you ever want to make babies with us?” Christie asked.

Adam felt like a void had opened in his brain, one that drained all thought. His sisters smiled at his exasperation while stroking his chest.

“Mhm, we made a pact with Lucy,” Lilith revealed.

“A pact of love,” Christie confirmed, “Lucy’s our familiar. We found this book and accidentally summoned her. Lucky coincidence, right? With her help, we can be more than siblings!”

“We can be brotherman’s wives!” Lilith added and moved her plushy leg, toes grazing the bulge in Adam’s pants – she turned to look.

Lilith glanced at her twin who absorbed herself in providing Adam a thorough tongue massage. Without saying a word, Lilith kept tickling the boy’s areola, while simultaneously snatching his boxers between her toes. She pulled down the smooth synthetic fiber, revealing his brother’s towering manhood. Her sister kept swapping mouth bacteria with Adam – his stick and balls, however, were Lilith’s alone to play with. It took several failed tries before Lilith got the right feel for it, but eventually she grabbed her brother’s erection. Her movements were less than skillful, this being the first time she utilized her foot like that. She humped her leg on his stomach, the angle being challenging, struggling to find a nice, subtle rhythm. She glanced at Christie, but the busy little woman’s eyelids remained closed. Lilith was careful not to squeeze too hard, focusing only on her brother’s oral feedback – his moaning, muffled by Christie’s relentless mouth-to-mouth service, made Lilith’s skin crawl. She felt the little meat stick grow hotter and hotter. The sensitive nerves of her toes telegraphed her of brotherman’s impending climax. She smiled when she felt the organic lubricant and mistook it for semen – in reality, it was just precum, which the virginal girl knew nothing of. When nothing more dramatic seemed to happen, her brows lowered in unfulfilled anticipation. Lilith’s frustrated nasal sigh alerted Christie, who noted her expression from the corner of her eye.

“Mmh, what are you, mhm, doing… Lilly?” Christie asked in between her kissing.

“He just won’t cum for me!” Lilith complained.

“Mmm? Hmhm, let’s try, mhm, together,” Christie suggested.

“You… crazy… two,” Adam stuttered, like he had no breath in him.

The girls flipped around on the bed and brought their soft faces to be sharpened by the boy’s grind stones. Their fingers wriggled like nervous little worms; caressing, undressing, sliding up and down on the silky skin, sending faint heat waves throughout the boy’s constrained body. Adam opened his mouth to voice his objection, but a tentacle immediately invaded the open orifice – without a peep, his silent role as a fuckdoll resumed.

The slobbering teens wiped their tongues on their brother’s pubic area, quivering in lustful euphoria. Lilith munched on his brother’s meat like a malnourished street kid enjoying her first lunch in weeks. The pervasive wetness enveloping the shaft was like a watery rag, or sleeve. The rhythmic sound of slurping filled Adam’s ears while his sisters’ naked, painted toes flailed up and down in front him.

Lucy watched the three of them, shedding her clothes one at a time while patrolling the bedside. She lifted her sweater up and dropped it on the same pile with her boots and socks, releasing her two wiggling fleshbags – their fatty mass was too much to retain a firm texture. With only her skirt left on, the little devil sat on the air – a majestic throne appeared from thin air. The chair was decorative, but grotesque; covered in exquisite, brittle thorns of blood-red color – it respectfully received the succubus’ flabby tush. Her sleek tail poked her melons, like trying to extract juice from them. The shedevil spread her legs, stroking herself through the thin fabric of her panties while whole-heartedly enjoying the view. Her fingers pressed into her youthful little slit, wetting their skin.

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