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Subject: {ASSM} The Apprentice Mesmerizer  part 5 (voy, incest, m/f, M/f, F/m)
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The Apprentice Mesmerizer
by Mandil



                                  PART 5 

Mother's bra was large compared with the bra that Sandra or Pauline
wore. Her teats were half bulging out of each cup as if they were
waiting for my hands to release them. I tried to unfasten the two
hooks holding her bra at the back, but I couldn't do this without her
help since she was lying on her back.

I ordered her to remove both her blouse as well as her bra. It was a
most erotic spectacle as I watched her sitting on the edge of her bed,
her eyes looking straight-ahead and nowhere in particular. She first
took off her blouse and she let if fall on the bed next to her. She
then reached behind her back with both hands, and once the hooks of
her bra were undone, she pulled both shoulder straps down and took the
garment off. As soon as she was finished she once again stretched
herself on her back.

For the next few minutes, my eyes devoured the sight of her naked
breasts and her voluptuous warmth pervaded in my whole body. Here
before my eyes were the very teats that had actually fed me when I had
been a baby. Then an irresistible desire to suck on them once more
took hold of me as my whole body began to quiver with passion and
desire. At last, I was able to summon enough courage and I placed both
my hands on those milk-white breasts.

I squeezed and pinched both nipples, they immediately stood quite
erected as if they were daring me to get bolder. Then before I could
think of what I should do next, I quickly bent my head and I kissed
her left nipple.

I felt a vibration spreading through her body while at the same time I
heard her whisper something I couldn't make out. Soon I felt both of
her hands at the back of my head as she pulled my face further into
her breasts.

I sucked one nipple then the other, and all the time both of my hands
were lifting and pressing the heavy teats that fascinated me so much
as they shifted one way and then the other, depending how she moved
her body. Then I was no longer able to restrain myself and I shoved my
whole face in the valley between her twin spheres.

The incestuous touches awakened all of my passions, and with an
obscene lust I climbed on top of her and I began to rub my cock
against her body. Even though there were many layers of material
separating my cock from her cunt I could feel my seed boiling at the
base of my cock as I felt her cunt bone pressing against my erection.

After a while I had to stop all movements before I reached an orgasm.
I remained very still, lying on her with my head resting against her
abundant breasts while she held me tightly in her arms. I could tell
mother was in an exited state, since her breathing was fast and her
mouth was half opened. She kept on rhythmically shoving her lower body
against the bulge in my pants.

All this was too much for me. Without my being able to prevent it, an
extremely intense climax was upon me. My whole body shook with
convulsions as my cock pulsated in my pants while waves after waves of
intense pleasure spread throughout every part of my body, even making
my toes curl in passion.

Once the erotic storm was over, I remained motionless on top of her.
Gradually her hands stopped stroking my back and her breathing became
more regular and softer. It was plain to see that mother, even in her
trance, had been aware of my passions, and that for a while I came
very close to awaken in her the latent sexual hunger of her nature.

Now that the sharp edge of my passion had been satisfied, the
realization of what I had done began to sink in me. But deep inside I
could feel another storm of lust being rekindled as I experienced the
warmth of her body against mine.

I then looked into her face. She was still very beautiful with the
same sensuous mouth and thick lips that I found so attractive in
Sandra. Mother still had her lips half parted and I couldn't resist
the temptation to press my own lips against hers.

Later, I couldn't exactly say who took the initiative, but half a
minute after this initial kiss, we were exploring each other's mouth
with our mutual tongue. This had the effect of stimulating her to such
a height that her hands once again began to move all over my back and
bottom.

Once again I began to pay attention to her breasts with my hands, and
soon my cock had regained all of its previous hardness. Suddenly I
felt one of her hand between our two bodies and in no time she had
unhooked my leather belt and had open the front of my pants.

So as to assist her, I lifted myself a few inches above her body, and
when I felt her hand close around my cock, it began to quiver while my
breathing became very sporadic.

But breathing was the last thing that concerned me at the moment. I
lowered my right hand below her left knee, until I touched the hem of
her skirt, which I pulled up until my hand rested on the bare skin
above her knees. Higher went my hand, until it was between the soft,
warm inside of her thighs.

Her legs, and especially her thighs, were bigger than Sandra's but her
flesh was as soft as that of my sister, and against my hand I could
feel the heat emanating from within her body. When my hand reached the
crotch of her panties - I could tell by the softness of the material
that she was wearing the new nylon type of panties that she didn't
want Sandra to wear - they felt sticky with her excitement.

The instant that I pressed my hand to her cunt, a sigh escaped her
mouth, while at the same time she lifted her bottom from the bed. She
released my cock, then she lowered both of her hands to her panties
and the next instant they were below her knees. As soon as this was
done, she once again took possession of my erection holding it in a
tight grip as if afraid of losing it.

By now I was in the seventh heaven of delight. Not only was she
stroking my cock very expertly, but also her bare cunt was available
to my hands. By removing her panties she had given me an invitation -
that no one in his right mind could refuse - to fondle her cunt and
also probably to fuck her.

The first thing that struck me, when my hand actually touched her
cunt, was the abundance of hair everywhere. It seemed to go as high as
her navel, and the curls between her thighs were long and thick, soft
to my touch. Even though I couldn't see the color of her curls at that
moment, I knew that they would be the same brown as Sandra's hair.

Gradually I was able to slip off her body, and although I still held
one breast with my hand - all of the time she also held my erection in
her hand - my other hand continued to explore her lower body.

Now that I was partly off her, she was able to open her legs wider,
even though her panties remained just below her knees, and I fingered
her cunt with passion. As I climbed back on top of her, her bum was
wriggling and her legs were quivering with excitement and need. Then,
with a low yawning, half-moan, half-sigh, she came on my fingers.

As for myself, I was very near a climax of my own, but it was not my
intention to ejaculate so soon and certainly not outside of her cunt.
I did the only thing I could do to prevent a climax. With my hand, I
forced her to release my pulsating cock which she was very expertly
stroking.

I then proceeded to lower myself between her opened legs until my head
was between her knees where her panties were blocking my progress. To
remove them, took only a few seconds - she even assisted me by bending
both legs at the knees - and as soon as this was done, I resumed
crawling upward between her outstretched thighs until my face was only
a few inches from her glistening wet cunt.

Her lips were fat and long, and the pink gash in-between was half-
opened and very sticky with her recent climax which I had initiated by
mean of my hand.

Using both of my hands, I laid the lips well back and apart, and there
they remained open, the interior of her enchanting cunt was an
exquisite salmon-pink color and her clitoris bulged out in excitement
at my touch. Below, I saw the opening to the vagina which I also
parted with my fingers, I could see the corrugated sides of her tunnel
that was responsible for the pleasure that she gave to the lucky prick
that was so fortunate to have found its way inside.

Deeper down, I saw the tubular pink flesh, and even as I pushed a
finger inside, I could see the walls being stretched so as to allow
the largest prick to penetrate. It then occurred to me that Uncle
Charles' prick had most probably been inside her hole this very
morning before he left.

Never, would I have imagined that a cunt could be so long and stretch
so wide. By now I had three fingers well inside her and there was room
for more. Could it be possible for my whole hand to get in?

I had to know. 

Pushing the first and forth fingers under the middles ones while my
thumb went between, I slowly pushed inside her cunt, and soon my whole
hand slipped into her reeking gash. It felt very warm inside and also
extremely slippery and wet, but most of all it made me feel
unbelievably exciting. Deeper I went, until my fingers - which I now
could open easily - touched what seemed to be the end of her passage.

There was something like a thumb-size projection at the end - later in
life, when I got older, I learned that it was called the uterus - and
my whole hand seemed as though it was inside a bag-like envelope that
contracted around my whole hand.

When I rotated my hand inside, my wrist stretched her cunt's lips and
this reminded me of a thick cock that was being caressed by her
clinging lips. Soon she began to heave up her bottom and twist her
lower body around my wrist and the next thing that I knew, her cunt
became soaking wet as she climaxed once again.

During all this time, my prick had been rubbing against the bed
underneath me, and I was once more very close to spending. To prevent
this, I pulled my hand out of her cunt - not without an effort from my
part as her cunt seemed reluctant to let my hand leave her hungry
vagina - and I climbed back on top of her.

It wasn't necessary for me to guide my erection into her hole since
her gash was now so wide that it slipped between her open lips of its
own. It felt warm and alive with the constant convulsions, and soon
the walls of her vagina contracted around my column of flesh and it
felt as tight as it had felt inside Sandra or Pauline.

Half a dozen strokes later, I released my load deep within her depth.
After that first bout, we fucked again and again, and all the time she
seconded me with each and every shoves I gave her.

Yes, that Sunday afternoon I discovered that mother was an exceedingly
passionate and sensual woman indeed.

 From then on, I had at my disposal, two very attractive and voluptuous
females to fuck and fondle at my command and anytime I felt like it.
That wasn't counting Pauline that I continued to see every Saturday
evening.

For the following three weeks I had a great time with both mother and
Sandra, and every night was spent with either one or the other, and
even during the day I often fucked them. Before I realized it, fucking
became a necessity in my life and I soon became aware that I couldn't
go for a sustained period of time without having a woman.

But having two women at my disposal continuously, plus my fucking
Pauline each Saturday evening, was demanding a great deal of my
energy. It soon became clear to me that I wouldn't be able to keep up
with this way of life for a very long time without endangering my
health. I was loosing weight, even though I was eating more than ever,
and what was scaring me the most was the fact that the more that I
fucked, the more I felt like doing it.

At last it became necessary for me to sleep by myself every other
night since I felt myself getting weaker as the days went by.

But at the same time, I also noticed a distinct difference in both
mother and Sandra whenever I was making love to them. They both became
much more active in our lovemaking. As the days went by, I could tell
that they were experiencing much more pleasure in our regular bouts of
fucking. Both were getting more aggressive as I fucked them, also the
noises and racket they made as I poked them, grew louder and stranger
the more I had sex with them.

When they weren't under my hypnotic influence they also gradually
became much more affectionate toward me. Sandra hadn't seen Paul for
close to two months now, even though I tried very hard to encourage
her to go out with him. I did miss her erotic accounts of what
happened between her and Paul, but short of ordering her to go out
with him, - a thing that I dared not do since I couldn't predict how
she would react if I did this - she was very reluctant to see him
again.

Then I got an idea. 

Uncle Charles had not missed a weekend visit with mother for a long
time now, and every time he left, I would order mother to describe to
me in details, every things they had done together, and by now I was
pretty much aware of his great appetite for fucking. Every few weeks,
mother had to work on Saturday, sometime it was on Saturday night and
other times it was from eight to four during the day.

One Saturday that she was working during the day. Uncle Charles had
arrived as usual on Friday evening and the next morning after mother
left for work, I placed Sandra in a trance while she was in her room.
I told her that she was to do all in her power to seduce Uncle Charles
while mother was away.

To do this, I explained to her that she was to wait until I had gone
out of the house, - I had work to do in the barn - just after I had
given her the signal which was a certain phrase I would say to her.
When I was ready to leave the house, I was to say to her " it's too
hot here , I will go finish my work in the barn " and this was to be
the signal for her to begin to seduce Uncle Charles.

Sandra didn't protest when I told her to do this. At first I had
feared that she would refused, but finally she did say that she would
so it, in her usual monotonous voice.

The temperature was hot indeed by midmorning, and when I gave her the
signal right in front of Uncle Charles, what I said didn't seem
strange to him. Just for a good measure, I added that I was going to
be there for the next few hours and if they should need me they were
to get me there.

Once outside, I immediately returned into the house using the back
door. I then hid myself in the hall behind one of the opened French
doors where I could see everything in the living room through the
crack between the door jam and the door itself.

They were both in the living room. Uncle was seated on the sofa while
my sister was in her favorite chair. He was reading and she was
knitting while the radio was playing. Sandra's chair was facing him
and she had both feet on the small footstool in front of her. Her legs
were always changing position as if she was not comfortable, but I
knew that she was debating within herself whether she should give way
to the strong urge within her.

It must have been scaring her a little, one minute she felt perfectly
normal and the next instant - after I had given her the signal - she
was experiencing a strong, almost overwhelming urge to kiss and make
love to Uncle Charles.

 From where I stood, behind the opened door in the hall, I then noticed
that she slowly lifted her legs as she bent her knees leaving both
feet resting flat on the footstool. The front half of her skirt
remained over her knees very decently, but her thighs and panties were
soon visible since gravity was pulling the other half of her skirt
downward thus exposing her panties. She had done this quite
innocently, and had I not known her intentions, I would have thought
that she simply overlooked the fact that half of her skirt was no
longer hiding her bottom.

Next, I saw her slowly opening her legs while she tilted her head
backward against the back of the chair - she was no longer knitting -
and she closed her eyes as if she was napping. Uncle Charles being
seated directly in front of her, began to move nervously as his eyes
began to focus under her skirt. In the meantime Sandra had managed -
while changing position on the chair - to pull the front of her skirt
over her knees and as soon as they were exposed, the weight of the
material pulled the rest of her skirt downward toward the middle of
her thighs. Then, without opening her eyes or moving, she said;

" Uncle Charles, do you think that I am old enough to have a
boyfriend? I am fourteen and a half you know. "

He was so shocked by the sight he was seeing, and also by her very
unusual question, that it took him a few seconds before he could
answer. But at last he managed to say;

" That depends if your mother approves of your going out with boys. " 

As he said this I noticed that his voice was shaking. 

" Well, this is the problem. Mother doesn't want me to go out with
boys yet. It feels so nice when I talk to a boy in school, and I feel
hot inside and outside, like I am now feeling just talking to you. "

" It must be because of the heat. " 

" No, it's not the heat. Its something that burns inside me, here feel
my forehead, it almost seems as though I am having a fever. "

I could tell that he was reluctant to move, but he finally did get up
and he placed his hand against her forehead.

" I think that your temperature is quite normal. " 

" Touch my arms they are also very warm. " 

I saw him hesitate, but he did place his hand on the spot she was
indicating just above her elbow. His hand remained there for a few
seconds.

" Oh your hand feel so cool, leave it there it feel so nice against my
arm. "

She said this quite innocently, and at the same time she reached for
his hand on her arm and she held it there with her own hand. Uncle
Charles became very nervous as he stood above her. Sandra then added,

" Why don't you sit here and rub my arm? Please do. " 

She indicated for him to sit on the arm of the chair, and as he
complied with her wish and sat, she placed her hand on top of his hand
which was still on her arm and she forced his hand to move all over
her arm.

I could see that his fingers were rubbing the side of her breasts as
she pushed his hand back and forth.

I also noticed that he was very red in the face, but he let her
continued to guide his hand. She next forced his hand to the skin on
the inside of her arm and when she lowered her arm, his whole hand was
being pressed against the side of her breast.

" Your hand feel so good please rub me all over. " 

Her head went back against the back of her chair and once again she
closed her eyes now leaving the initiative to him. For a couple of
seconds I saw no movement and not a sound was heard, his hand seemed
paralyzed against the side of her breast. Did he know that Sandra was
his daughter? Probably not since he had never shown more affection
toward her than he had toward me.

At last his hand opened around her arm and it closed a few times, but
during all that time his fingers remained in contact against her left
breast.

His hand then began to move all over her arm, and he soon moved it to
her neck. He then proceeded to rub her shoulders - over her blouse -
with both hands and once again he returned to massaging her arms. But
now both of his hands were in contact with the sides of her breasts.

Then all of a sudden he reached for her breasts, one in each hand. His
fingers opened and closed on her firm teats a half a dozen times
before Sandra finally reacted.

" Please go on, it feel so good, it's the same pleasant feeling that I
experience when I think about boys. "

He then got bolder, his hands went on her neck just above her white
blouse and they slowly disappeared inside. I knew that his hands were
inside of her bra and that he was fondling her bare breasts.

As for Sandra, in all appearances she was enjoying every minute of
this. It was easy to see as I watched her face full of passion while
her eyes rolled in her sockets once in a while thus exposing the white
of her eyes.

" Your hands feel heavenly on my breasts, don't stop. I wish that you
would also rub my legs. " She said to him in a quivering voice.

By now I knew that he had lost the battle and whatever resistance he
might had had at the beginning, it was all but gone now, she had
seduced him. I didn't blame him of course, after all what kind of a
man could refuse such an invitation.

While his left hand remained inside her bra, his right hand went to
her exposed knees. He moved it higher on her thighs and he busied
himself rubbing the soft skin in-between her round thighs. Sandra
reacted to the hand between her legs by shoving her bottom against it,
and she began to rock her body in a rhythmic manner around his moving
fingers. I saw her opening her legs wider to give him better access.

As this went on, she still had her eyes closed but it was plain to see
that she was getting a lot of pleasure from the exploring hand between
her legs. I could now see only his moving wrist between her legs since
her skirt hid the rest of his hand. But it was easy for me to imagine
what he was doing to her.

All of a sudden, Sandra threw her arms around his neck and at the same
time she glued her lips to his. They went on kissing while he kept on
fondling her cunt and breasts for long minutes. All the time I could
hear their heavy breathing and the smacking noises that their opened
mouths and thrusting tongues made as they took turn to invade each
other's mouth.

Later, I saw that he was trying to shove his hand inside her panties,
but was having trouble - probably because of the fact that he was not
used to dealing with cotton panties with their high waist-band.

Sandra came to his rescue, with her own hands she slipped them off
completely and she threw them on the floor at her feet. This pause
allowed him to recover a little and also it gave him time to think. I
saw him look toward the kitchen, it was plain to see that he was
afraid that I would discover them.

" Lawrence could walk in, we have to be careful. " He finally
whispered in a croaked voice.

" If he does come in, we will hear him enter the house, I will pull my
skirt down and you will have time to return on the sofa. Please go on.
"

He looked at her for a few seconds, she had her skirt around her
waist, her legs were half opened and her whole cunt was now exposed to
his eyes.

The appetizing spectacle before his eyes was too much to resist, and
both of his hands went to work on her body. His fingers began pinching
her cunt lips together and I saw him rolling the back of his hand
between the fold of her cunt.

He was very gentle in fondling her and it was apparent that he didn't
want to hurt her. Next he proceeded to play with her bulging clitoris.

She responded by shoving her cunt against his hand and hugging him.
Soon she inundated his hand with her juice and I could see it
glistening with her wetness.

Then her hands went to the front of his pants and she expertly opened
his pants and I watched her push her hand deep inside. When she pulled
it out, she was holding a very thick and long cock in her hand. The
size of his instrument surprised both Sandra and me. She must have
wanted to get a look at this giant cock she was holding because I saw
her lowering her head to examine it.

 From where I was, it seemed twice as thick as mine and also much
longer. I began to wonder if it would fit my sister's young cunt. As
she examined it she expertly rubbed the thick column of flesh with
both hands while Uncle managed to open her blouse and unhook her bra.

I could tell that he was very attracted to her young breasts and once
she was fully exposed, he proceeded to kiss and suck each of her firm
half spheres.

This went on for a couple of minutes until Sandra bent her head over
his monster of a prick and she placed her lips around the purple head
of his organ. It was evident that she was having difficulties getting
the tip into her mouth, and only after she opened it very wide did she
succeeded in getting all of the head inside.

I could well imagine her tongue curling and playing around his
erection as she sucked and milked it expertly.

I was probably getting as much pleasure watching them as they were
themselves, and this instant became a turning point in my life. It was
on that day that I discovered the exquisite delight that one can
experience in observing others making love.

 From that day on, I also began to ask myself questions as to why some
men are so jealous of their mate. They fear that if their mate or girl
friend made love to another man, they would be left out in the cold
and lose the love of their partner.

But the opposite is true. A woman is just like a man as far as
experiencing variety in sex partners and games, and when she is given
the opportunity to enjoy variety, she will only appreciate her mate
even more afterward.

After all, she can't wear her cunt out, and quite the opposite, the
more she is fucked - whether it is the same cock or a different one -
the more she will be in need of it. Of course some women will do it
for money and most probably there is not much pleasure involve in it
for them.

To get pleasure out of sex, there has to be a will to participate and
a little adventure in it. Whether it is the fear of getting caught by
a jealous husband or by society in general, the knowledge that what
she is going goes against certain people wishes or principles make it
all the more exiting.

As I continued to observe Sandra sucking his cock I began to ask
myself if she was not doing it too expertly, after all in his eyes she
was still a young and innocent maiden.

Then a thought suddenly occurred to me. Suppose he should discover
that she is no longer a virgin. He certainly had a lot of experiences
with women, and there was no doubt in my mind that at some point in
his life, he had fucked a maiden, be it only his wife. He was
certainly aware of the revealing membrane of a girl's hymen. What will
be his reaction when he discover that Sandra had already lost hers?

Well it was too late now, I told myself that I should have thought of
this before initiating this whole affair. I decided to watch and see
what was going to happen instead of worrying about the consequences of
his possible discovery.

The head of his cock was almost the size of a small doorknob, and each
time that Sandra would pull her head up, half of the purple tip was
visible to my eyes.

I saw him place his hands behind her head and he began to slowly fuck
her mouth with no regard as to how deep he was plunging into her wide
opened mouth. A few times Sandra tried to pull her head away from his
monstrous cock but he was holding her too tight with his hands.

All of a sudden his body went rigid while his pumping into Sandra's
mouth got deeper until it stopped for a few seconds - thus giving
Sandra a little time to recover - when he allowed her to pull her
mouth away, I was able to observe thick, white discharge shooting all
over her face and into her mouth.

Immediately after the first couple of gushes she returned her mouth
back on the tip of his cock and she sucked and swallowed every drops
that jetted out of the monstrous column of flesh.

Even though the eruption of his passion was over, they both remained
frozen, she with the tip of his cock in her mouth and Uncle with one
hand still at the back of Sandra's head.

At last she released his now half-hard cock - he was still sitting on
the arm of her chair - and she threw her arms around him. They kissed
for long minutes then I heard her whisper something into his ears. He
seemed very surprise by what she had said and I then heard him very
clearly say to her.

" But you don't know what you are asking, it will hurt you if I do
this. It always hurt the first time. "

" Don't worry, go ahead I promises you that there will be very happy
to endure all the pain. "

" Definitely not. I will not be the one responsible for the lost of
your virginity; you do know what I mean don't you? "

Sandra didn't say anything, but she reached for his now very hard cock
and she continued to beg him.

" You don't have to worry about the lost of my virginity since I have
already fuck many times. "

" What? Do you realize what you have said? How could this be possible?
"

Sandra didn't answer, but Uncle Charles demanded that she explain what
she had just met.

" I had a boyfriend in Maplelane and for the last six months he and I
have been doing it. So you see, there is no danger that you will hurt
me, beside the damage is already done, so what is wrong in my doing it
one more time with you? "

I could tell that he was very surprised to hear this, but at last he
must have seen the logic behind her words. His right hand went between
her parted legs and I saw him moving his hand all over her quim
probably checking if what she had said about the lost of her hymen was
true.

But his action caused his cock to become even harder and it was now
pulsating in my sister's hands. There were now no doubts in my mind
now that he was going to fuck her.

Without a word being exchanged between them, he placed himself in a
standing position between her legs and he proceeded to lift each leg
over the arms of the chair, then bending a little he aimed his prick
between her cunt's lips.

It took him a couple of tries to get the head of his huge cock within
her. From where I was I could see the lips of her cunt being stretched
by his enormous instrument. They were stretched as they had never been
before, but he was now determined to finish what he had begun.

Then very slowly he pushed himself further within her as the inner
lips of her cunt clung to his prick in a most erotic embrace. At last
I saw the enormous column of flesh penetrate slowly but surely into my
sister's vagina causing her no apparent pain or discomfort whatsoever.

He remained motionless for a long time probably enjoying the erotic
feeling of feeling himself lodged to the hilt into her young cunt.

Then he began to move his cock in and out. He pumped slowly at first,
but gradually as his passion took control of him, he moved at a faster
and faster rate as if his life was depending on it. He now had both of
his hands on Sandra's upper thighs holding her bottom above the chair
and also to keep his balance.

For her part, Sandra had her hands around his waist trying to force
him deeper within her.

After a while he began to grunt and pant while Sandra was sighing
continously, but soon this changed to a loud moaning of ecstasy while
his panting became faster and louder.

For a while I thought that he would tear her love box apart as the
whole length of his tool would disappeared completely within her only
to reappear almost completely at the next stroke.

Surely I told myself, the head of his cock must be reaching as high as
her breasts. By now Sandra was making all sorts of exciting noises.
Then I clearly heard her shout;

" Oh, go on don't stop...ah...ah I am there. " 

I felt a thrill spread through my whole body. There in front of me,
just a few feet away, I was actually watching my sister, or should I
say my half-sister having intercourse with her own father. Of course
they were both ignorant of their relationship, and this only added to
the pleasure I felt as I watched them.

They both came simultaneously as he ejaculated such a tremendous
amount of semen within her that a great portion of it spilled from her
overflowing cunt. I watched as it flooded the inside of her thighs
with its glistering reflection.

When he withdrew his prick from her soaking hole, I could see that it
was completely coated with his semen and her juice, but it was still
as hard as ever. To my astonishment, he made her climb on the chair
with her knees on the cushion and her breasts resting on its back. He
then stood behind her and proceeded to insert his monster of a cock
into her dripping vagina from behind.

He fucked her in this position for the next fifteen minutes, during
which time they both made all sort of noises. Their cries of passion
exciting me to the utmost.

By now, I knew that Uncle had completely forgotten about the
possibility of my entering the house. I suppose that the excitement of
being allowed to fuck Sandra was reason enough for his imprudence.

His hands reached for her breasts and he eagerly stroke them while
fucking her. At last he ejaculated again, I could tell by the way he
shoved harder against her bottom and also their mingling moans
testified to their simultaneous pleasure.

After a time Sandra's bottom gave a few shudders around his cock and
he pulled out of her. His semen and her juice were pouring out of her
still opened hole. It spilled down her thighs and even onto the
cushion between her parted legs.

Quickly, I went outside and a minute later I entered the house through
the kitchen door, making much noises in the process. I then went to
the icebox and I poured myself a glass of milk. Next, I walked to the
living room.

There was an odor of perspiration and spunk in the air and they were
both seated and fully dressed as if noting special had ever happen.

Uncle Charles soon left the room without uttering a word and I heard
him leave the house through the kitchen door. I immediately ordered
Sandra into a trance and I told her to follow me to my room.

Once there, I told her to sit on the edge of my bed and I proceeded to
lift her skirt. She hadn't bother to put on her panties in her rush to
hide her nakedness. They were probably still in the living room
somewhere.

Her cunt was a mess, with juice and sperm everywhere, and the hairs
covering her lips were plastered with thick and sticky cum. I had a
terrific hard-on as I examined her, I probed her cunt with my fingers
and I saw semen coming out of her love hole. Her lips were red and
inflamed while the labia looked limp and half opened as if the muscles
in that area had become too slack.

I took my throbbing prick out of my pants and placed the head near the
entrance of her cunt which was still half opened.

My tool went in easily between the soaking folds and with a single
shove, I was completely imbedded in her spunk-full vagina. It took me
only a few thrusts before I felt the long jets of my semen flooding
her already overflowing pussy. Of course I had taken my pleasure too
quickly and she hadn't had enough time to get much out of my fuck.

I then stepped back and I made her open her legs wide. The sight
before my eyes was too much. Without realizing what I was doing, I got
in my knees between her parted legs and I glued my lips to her cunt.

For the next few minutes, I drank all the juice that I was able to
suck from her. When there was none left I proceeded to lick her all
over. By now she was reacting to my sucking and licking, and gradually
I felt her legs opening and closing convulsively around my head as she
came into my hungry mouth.

Once again I fucked her as she sighed deeply underneath me. When I was
done with her half an hour later, I ordered her to go to sleep in her
room for half an hour.

I went down into the living room, it was empty and I deduced that
Uncle Charles was still outside cooling off. Then I began to look for
Sandra's panties, I found them underneath the sofa. After putting them
in my pocket I went to the barn to finish my work.

During supper that same evening, when we were all sitting around the
table, I noticed that Sandra and Uncle Charles were very friendly.

I was hoping that mother wouldn't notice anything unusual about their
behavior.

Of course Sandra knew perfectly well what she and Uncle Charles had
done in the afternoon. I hadn't order her to forget anything, beside
she had not been in a trance when she had fucked Uncle Charles and she
was perfectly aware of what had happened.

In other words, I had ordered her to do something that she would not
otherwise have done - but she had found no strong objections in doing
it- and she had execute my order. But even though she knew perfectly
well what had happen between them, there seemed to be no apparent
traces of shame that I could detect in her behavior with Uncle
Charles.

That night, I let my bedroom door open about half an inch and I kept
an eye into the hall. There was always a forty watts light bulb
lightning the hall during the night in case someone had to go the
bathroom. It was thus easy for me to see who was in the hall. At
around twelve thirty I saw Uncle Charles leave his room and enter
mother's room without even bothering to knock.

After ten minutes, I left my own room and I went to listen in front of
their door. I could clearly hear mother's bed squeak as well as the
noise that two people make when they are fucking. Uncle Charles left
the following day, and mother began working the day shift on Monday. I
was therefore alone in the house with my sister.

It was now my intention to fuck her while she wasn't in a trance. Now
that I had observed her having intercourse with Uncle Charles while
she wasn't in a hypnotic trance, it was clear to me that she was much
more passionate when she knew exactly what she was doing.

Beside there had been no negative reactions from her part after her
fuck with Uncle Charles, so I was sure that if I was to fuck her when
she knew exactly what she was doing, she wouldn't react negatively
toward me afterward.

She was in the kitchen putting away the dishes. I sat on a chair
around the table and I watched her a few minutes without saying a
word. She became a little nervous from my staring at her, and after a
while she asked me if there was something wrong.

" No, there is nothing wrong but I am sure that mother would not say
the same if she knew what you did last Saturday with Uncle Charles. "

She stopped moving around and she looked at me with an expression of
surprise, but the reddening of her face betrayed her.

" What do you mean by this? " 

" You and Uncle Charles, I saw you fucking in the living room when you
though that I was working in the barn. "

She looked at me with her mouth half-open, she started to say
something, but the words wouldn't come out. I then added;

" He was pushing his prick into your cunt and you were helping him do
it. "

Using these bawdy words while talking to my sister was exciting me a
great deal, but by her expression I could tell that she was shocked
and scared.

" You are a liar. How awful that you say a thing like that, I will
tell mother when she gets back. "

 From my pocket, I pulled her panties that I had pick from under the
sofa. I held them in front of her.

" Do tell her, and then you will get to explain to her how it is that
I got these from under the sofa. "

Her hand went to reach for her undergarment, but I was faster than she
was and I pulled them away before she could grab it.

" Tell me little sister, what will mother think when I tell her what I
have seen and then when I show her the proof of what you did. "

Once more I shoved her panties in front of her. Again she tried to
reach for them. But I was too fast. With a smile on my lips I brought
them to my nose and I inhaled through the material.

" Yes they do smell of male semen. " 

" This is impossible, I didn't put them on after..." 

All of a sudden she realized that she had already said too much, her
words had been an admission of her part. Had she kept on denying what
she had done, there was nothing that I could have proven against her.
Having in my possession a pair of her panties, wasn't a proof. Her
reaction was then as I expected. She hid her face with her hands and
she began to cry.

" Listen Sandra, I won't tell any of this to mother if you admit the
truth to me. But you must admit it now. " She kept on crying as she
sat on a chair around the table next to me. I went and stood behind
her, then I placed my hands on her shoulders.

" Well, what do you say? Do I tell mother or do you admit the truth to
me right now? "

" Yes, yes, I admit it. It is all true. " 

She was now almost in a state of shock, he face was covered with tears
and I thought it would be better if I didn't say a word for a while.
When I saw that her crying began to subside a little, I began to
gently rub her shoulders with my hands as I said;

" This is better, You don't have to be ashamed about what you did.
After all, no one was hurt by your action, Uncle Charles is none the
worst for it and since you both got a lot of pleasure from all this, I
am glad for you. But you mustn't let mother know about it, you know
how old fashion she is. "

My words seemed to have a calming effect on her and she almost stops
sobbing completely. She looked at me with her eyes full of tears, she
even tried to smile at me in appreciation. I then add;

" But there is one thing that I am a little angry about. Do you think
it's fair for you to permit Uncle Charles to have intercourse with you
while I, your own brother, have never even touched your beautiful
teats? "

Again she looked at me, but now there was surprise and even shock in
her look.

" But you are my brother, I can't let you ...do this. " 

" What has being your brother got to do with it? I see you all the
time around the house, I often tried to imagine how you would look
naked. I am going crazy thinking about this. Now that I have seen you
almost naked with Uncle Charles, and I know how beautiful your breasts
are and your thighs are so round and plumb, I must kiss you all over.
"

She seemed genuinely please to hear the compliments I was making about
her, but I could tell that she wasn't convinced yet. The fact that we
were brother and sister seemed to bother her more than anything else.

" But Lawrence, if you were not my brother it would be different.
Think how awful it would be if people ever learned of this. "

" What people think is not important, beside how would they find out?
Imagine how much fun it would be, we have plenty of opportunities
since we are often alone together. Nobody has to know about this. "

She didn't answer, but I knew that I was gaining ground in helping her
make a decision. My hands began to move again on her shoulders, then I
let my right hand roam over her naked arm and on the side of her neck.
Before she had time to react I lowered my hand on her right breast
over her blouse and before she pulled my hand away I had time to feel
her for a few seconds.

" Please Lawrence, don't. It would be incest, and it's very wrong. " 

" There isn't much difference in being fucked by your brother than
being fucked by your uncle. "

Of course she wasn't aware that Uncle Charles was really her father
and had she known this she probably wouldn't have even tried to seduce
him. As I looked at her, I took her panties in my hand and I held them
over my face.

" I am dying to place my face where these have been. Please let me,
and I promises that nobody will ever know."

I then pulled my chair closer to hers and I placed her panties on the
table in front of her. Next, I took her hand in mine and I kissed the
back of her hand. Then I sucked two of her fingers into my mouth.

She just stood there and looked at me with tears still clinging to her
cheeks while her face was cherry red. My lips then went on the back of
her hand again and they moved along her arm until I was kissing her
shoulder - she was still wearing a white sleeveless blouse - next I
proceeded to kiss her underarm just over her bra. I could detect a few
drops of perspiration in the pit of her arm but I didn't let a small
matter like that bother me.

" Lawrence, please stop this, you are making me feel funny. " 

Of course I wouldn't have stopped for all the money in the world since
I was too far gone now. Instead, I placed one of my hand on her teat,
I squeezed and I massaged the spongy flesh over the material of her
blouse and this time she didn't try to force my hand away.

" Stop it, you mustn't do this, we are brother and sister. " 

At that moment I came very close to tell her that Uncle Charles was
really her father, but it would have serve no useful purpose since I
knew that she had already lost the battle judging by her fast
breathing and her face red with passion.

Slowly, I proceeded to kneel on the floor next to her while I shoved
my head against her bosom. As I pressed my head into the soft flesh, I
slipped my hand underneath her skirt and I felt the crotch of her
panties that were very wet with the juice of her arousal. One last
time she tried to push my hand away, but it was a weak resistance from
her part and it was more for the sake of appearance than to try to
stop me.

The instant that I realized that her resistance was gone, I lifted her
skirt over her thighs, and I shoved my head between her half parted
legs. I sucked on her thighs then gradually moved my lips until they
came to rest on the thin material covering the crotch of her cotton
panties. She was very wet, and through the fabric I began to suck and
soon was able to taste her familiar juice.

She had pulled her skirt down over my head in an attempt to hide the
shame of what I was doing under her skirt, but at the same time she
had parted her legs very wide to allow me easier access. When I
figured that she would no longer protest, I pushed the elastic band of
her panties aside and I pushed my tongue to the entrance of her cunt.
Soon I felt her hands at the back of my head.

When I placed both of my thumbs in the elastic band at the waist of
her panties, she lifted her bottom off the chair to allowed me to pull
them down.

Once the cumbersome garment was around her ankles, I went straight to
her clitoris with my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it and I pressed
it between my lips.

By now she was fully aroused, I felt her bottom twitch and her lower
body gave a series of shudders against my face. Her hands pressed my
face deeper in her cunt and gradually her thighs began to close and
open in convulsion around my head, at the same time I heard her say, "
ah...ah...it is happening...don't stop...go on..."

Then my face and mouth were flooded with her familiar juice and for
long minutes afterward she held me prisoner with her thighs. I knew
that she would now feel some shame for having let me have my way with
her, and she was in no hurry to look at me.

When I finally got up, she hid her head between her arms on the table
and she didn't utter a single word. I took her by the hand and I led
her upstairs to my room.

Once there I began to slowly undress her. She let me do this without
saying a word and once she was completely naked, she hid her cunt with
one hand and tried to shield her breasts with the other as she sat on
the edge of my bed.

It was then my turn to get undress, and the minute she saw my erection
she couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. I stood in front of her
and I aimed the tip of my cock between her lips. She eagerly sucked me
until I was on the point of discharging and I had to make her stop.

We then fucked for the rest of the day and Sandra promised me that she
would always be willing to let me fuck her. When I asked her how it
was that she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, she quickly answered,
" there is no danger because I do take precautions ". Whether she was
referring to the drops of imaginary drugs I regularly made her drink
while she was in a trance or something else, I couldn't say and I
didn't care.

Fucking Sandra while she was not in a trance, was like fucking a
different girl. She was much more aggressive and she definitely had
many more orgasms. That day, we didn't even bother to stop fucking for
lunch, we kept at it until a few minutes before mother was due home
from work.

What happen in the years that followed is a long story that I might
write about one day. But for now let me say that Sandra soon became
pregnant. The father of her child was either Uncle Charles or me since
I did encourage her to fuck him regularly after their first fuck.

Due to a couple of unexpected events that happen around that time, I
became engage to Pauline soon afterward, and when she gave birth to
her baby we got married. Her father gave me a job working in his
printing shop and we went to live with mother and Sandra. As for
Sandra, well I might write later on about how things turned out for
her, but all I can say for now is that she is still living with
Pauline and me.


                                (end) 

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