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  Incestuous Flesh Massaged

  Collection 2

  (Three Incestuous Harem Stories)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2019 by Reed James

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  Naughty Excerpt from “Incestuous Flesh Massaged Collection 2”

  “Text me when you're there,” Clint said as Lee hopped off her seat, snagged her purse, and darted towards the hallway.

  “I will,” the energetic girl shouted as she darted away, her hair swaying behind her.

  “What is she buying?” I asked, a tremble racing through me.

  Clint sat down on one of the waiting chairs, his cock bulging his jeans. “We have some time to kill. And everyone here looks like they need some stress relieved.”

  “Yes,” Juana said. She turned her sister's head, pulling her towards her crotch.

  Carmelita didn't hesitate to open her little sister's robe and bury her face between Juana's thighs. The Hispanic slut licked and lapped at Juana's cunt. The younger girl threw back her head. She shuddered in delight, her robe parting open. Her small breasts came into view, her nipples puffy and hard.

  I glanced at Stefani and arched an eyebrow. I knew I could use a distraction. This day sucked. I wanted to claw out Mrs. Armstrong's eyes and fuck up her face. If I didn't do something, I would march out there and get myself arrested.

  Stefani licked her lips. She loved sharing my brother.

  She grabbed my hand, squeezing it, then we knelt before Clint, my large breasts jiggling and bouncing beneath my robes. I stared up at my brother. He had a huge grin on his face, sitting like a king over us.

  Our hands reached up his jeans. That rasping sound of our hands sliding over his jeans echoed through the room. It was a wicked sound that had me trembling. My pussy clenched as this wicked heat swept through my body.

  Our hands reached his crotch, feeling his dick throbbing beneath him. He needed to be freed. Our hands unsnapped his jeans. The zipper rasped. Our hands tugged down his pants. He lifted his ass, smiling at us, eager for it.

  His thighs were muscular. Hairy. I shuddered, touching him. My hands slid up my brother's leg for his boxers. He was huge. Hard. Eager for this. I licked my lips as we drew out his cock. We grasped his big dick.

  “Ooh, yes, yes, you nasty, pussy-licking cunt,” moaned Juana. “Get that tongue in there. Make me cum harder, slut. I want that tongue making me explode.”

  Her passion made me shudder. Juices leaked down my thighs. I had nothing beneath my robes. My cream trickled down my legs. I shuddered as I swayed from side to side. My hands gripped my brother's cock, Stefani's joining me. We leaned forward, his cock throbbing and twitching.

  Precum beaded out the tip. I licked my lips as we leaned in. My cheek rubbed against my girlfriend's. Her silky skin felt warm against mine. Then our mouths pressed in this cock. We teased my brother, nibbling on the spongy crown.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Brother's Incestuous Rescue

  Incestuous Flesh Massaged 4

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Brother's Incestuous Rescue

  The protesters were outside The Lady's Touch Massage Parlor, holding their signs, accusing us of being a lesbian bordello. My arms were crossed as I glared out the glass door at them marching by, a group of mostly women led by Mrs. Armstrong.

  That fucking hypocrite. She loved everything her daughter and I had done to her. The married, Christian woman was lying about who she truly was. That she wasn't a dyke. Or at least bi. She came here yesterday for another massage appointment. She chose the blindfold massage. When I walked in, I found her already stripped naked and eager for it. When I suggested getting another masseuse, not telling her it would be her own daughter, she leaped at it.

  She had no idea that Stefani, her daughter, and I worked here. She had used Carmelita the last few times. I thought it would be a great surprise. Stefani and I ate Mrs. Armstrong's pussy and fucked her with strap-on dildos and vibrators. She devoured our cunts and reveled in the lesbian passion. When we pulled off the blindfold, she freaked out when she discovered her daughter had eaten her out.

  She said such horrible things to her daughter, accusing us of seducing her into sin like she wasn't there to have sex with her female masseuses. Now she was leading her church in protesting us. My hands clenched.

  Our clients were canceling now. We were a new business. We didn't need this. They were smearing our reputation. We couldn't afford to take this heat. I wanted to go out there and claw out that bitch's eyes. I spotted her, her dark-red hair swaying about her shoulders as she held her sign, shaking it with the words: “Lesbian Predators. Happy Endings Massages are Illegal.”

  “Fucking puta bitch,” muttered Carmelita. She was wearing a pastel, silk robe like the rest of us, hers short and hugging her shapely body. Her golden-brown skin contrasted with the pink. Her dark hair fell around her face. She wore a collar around her neck with the words: “Mistress's Cunt.”

  Her Mistress, and younger sister, Juana stood nearby. She flexed her fingers, staring with a blank face at the window, her lower lip trembling. She looked paler than usual. The Lady's Touch was her baby. She had come up with it, a place where we could massage women and, if they were willing, to have sex with them.

  Not prostitution. They weren't paying for the sex, but for us to massage them. That was it. Everything else was just consenting individuals enjoying each other. The escort loophole.

  “Lesbian Whores go to Hell!” another sign read.

  My nostrils flared.

  “I can't believe this,” muttered Stefani. She stood by me, her fiery hair sweeping about her head. Her breasts rose and fell. “My mother is a fucking pile of dog shit! She ate me out. She devoured my pussy and enjoyed it. I felt that tongue of hers fluttering through me to the root.”

  “I know!” I hissed. My large breasts swelled my robe as I drew in a deep breath.

  The phone rang. Lee, my half-sister, grabbed it. “Lady's Touch Massage Parlor. How can I help you?” She paused. Her elfin face fell. She sighed, nodding. “I understand. Yes, yes, we hope this goes away soon. Okay. Bye.”

  “Another cancel?” Juana asked.

  “Another cancel,” Lee said, setting the phone down. She was our receptionist. I borrowed her from my younger brother. She settled down on her chair behind her desk. She leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “Stefani, your mother needs a spanking.”

 
“She needs a good fucking,” Stefani muttered. “Not that I would ever touch that cunt again.”

  “Fucking puta!” snarled Carmelita. “Mistress, let me go out there and tell all those protesters just how she ate my cunt. The last time I massaged her, the moment I walked in she asked me to sit on her face. She begged for it. She didn't care about the massage, she just wanted to eat my snatch.”

  “They won't believe you,” I said. “She'll just claim that we're lying to smear her and her fucking zombie church members will believe her.”

  “And there's my dad,” Stefani said, shaking her head. A man stepped up, older, tall, his hair dark. Mr. Armstrong had his own sign. He joined his wife. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “He'll never believe that my mother's a lesbian whore. I barely believe it.”

  “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is all my fault.”

  “No, it's not,” Juana said, glancing at me. “I don't see you out there protesting us.”

  “I gave that puta lesbiana bliss,” Carmelita growled. “That woman loves pussy, Sister-Mistress. I want to hold her down so you can whip her ass.”

  Juana smiled.

  “Well, damn, this is a mess, isn't it?” a new voice said.

  I turned around to see my brother, Clint, stepping out of the hallway, Melody at his side. I blinked at the sight of him then realized he must have come in the back door, responding to my text. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tucked in t-shirt, fresh from college. Melody was dressed more conservative than usual. My blonde half-sister, and one of Clint's girlfriends, wasn't wearing her skinny jeans that clung to her hips or a skirt so short she could “accidentally” flash her pussy. She was an exhibitionist, so the conservative dress she wore, something perfect for church, was a shock. It was white with flowers, falling past her knees. She had a little, knit sweater over it, left unbuttoned. The purple added a splash of color.

  “Yeah, it's fucked up,” I said, my heart beating faster. Clint looked strong and confident. He had black hair swept back and a chiseled chin. He was strong, his t-shirt tight about his muscular torso.

  “So we're going to do something about it,” Clint said, a smile growing. “Take care of this problem.”

  Melody nodded. She held up the sign she was holding low. It read: “Massages not Prostitutes! Lesbian Whores Go Away!”

  I blinked at that. “You're going to start protesting against us?”

  Melody gave me a big grin. “It's all Clint's idea.”

  “She's going to be our inside woman,” Clint said. “We're going to crack this and find a way to turn Stefani's mother.”

  “Awesome,” Lee said.

  Melody gave Clint a hot kiss. Our half-sister thrust her tongue into his mouth as she shuddered against him. She was the mother of one of his children. His queen. She and Pam were the two of us sisters he loved the most, followed by our little sister Alicia. Melody broke the kiss and then sauntered back down the hallway, her heels giving her conservative skirt a delicious sway.

  She couldn't help herself.

  “We are going to take care of Mrs. Armstrong,” Clint said, glancing at me.

  “Yes, we are, Master,” Lee said, bouncing on her chair.

  I smiled at my brother. This relief swept through me. Just seeing him made me think this would all work out. The knot in my stomach relaxed just a bit. I hugged him, pressing my large tits into his chest, and kissed my brother. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. His hands grabbed my ass, kneading them, pulling me tight to him. I wiggled my hips, his fingers kneading me.

  He was a great man. He reminded me so much of our deceased father. I felt safe in his arms. This naughty thrill ran through me. My hips wiggled from side to side. His hands dug into my rump. I felt his cock hardening against me.

  Clint broke the kiss. His eyes stared into mine. “We're going to fix this.”

  I smiled at my younger brother. “Thank you.”

  “Ooh, there's Melody!” Lee squealed.

  I turned around and glanced outside. Melody was slipping into the crowd, sidling up to Stefani's mother. They spoke for a moment, and then her mom gave her a warm embrace. After they broke apart, Melody brandished her sign, shaking it with the rest, looking like she belonged.

  I shook my head at how easily she was in there.

  Clint stepped back from me. His face grew tight. He looked around the room slowly. A deliberate scan. His gaze swept over Carmelita kneeling before Juana, the younger sister petting her slave's hair. He passed Lee who was know kneeling on her chair. She was an adult now, but still acted like a bratty girl. Her short, black hair swayed around her head.

  My stomach tightened again as I waited for Clint to unveil his plan. How would he fix this? How could he fix this? Those women were accusing us of being prostitutes. How long before the police got into this? Before the media found out? We didn't need this level of scrutiny on us. Then they would find out we were committing incest.

  That was illegal.

  Clint's eyes froze as he glanced up at the corner of the room. His brow furrowed. “You have cameras?”

  “Only in here,” I said. “For security.”

  “We wouldn't want our clients thinking we were recording what was going on in the massage rooms,” said Juana. The twenty-one-year-old had her head on straight. “We're not idiots.”

  “Lee, pull up all the footage of Mrs. Armstrong's visits,” Clint said. “See if there's anything we can use.”

  Lee grinned, “On it, Master.”

  Lee began clicking and typing on the computer. She had her tongue thrust through her lips. She had such a look of concentration. I'd never seen her like this before. It was almost like the expression she had when she was fighting off an orgasm, but there was no passion in her eyes. She was... actually putting effort into something that wasn't fucking.

  “Okay, I have her visits on the appointing calendar. So...” Lee smiled. “Ooh, so not yesterday, but three days ago when she had Carmelita massage her, they exchanged a kiss right here. Ooh, lot's of tongue and ass groping. She has her hands beneath your robe, Carmelita.”

  “That puta loves my ass,” muttered Carmelita.

  A smile spread across his lips. He pulled out his phone and began texting on it. His dark eyes had this glint in him. I swallowed, shuddering. What would he use that footage for? Some sort of blackmail. That was a start, but would it be enough?

  Lee's phone beeped. She snatched it up and glanced at it. “Okay, Master, I'll get everything on this list.”

  “Text me when you're there,” Clint said as Lee hopped off her seat, snagged her purse, and darted towards the hallway.

  “I will,” the energetic girl shouted as she darted away, her hair swaying behind her.

  “What is she buying?” I asked, a tremble racing through me.

  Clint sat down on one of the waiting chairs, his cock bulging his jeans. “We have some time to kill. And everyone here looks like they need some stress relieved.”

  “Yes,” Juana said. She turned her sister's head, pulling her towards her crotch.

  Carmelita didn't hesitate to open her little sister's robe and bury her face between Juana's thighs. The Hispanic slut licked and lapped at Juana's cunt. The younger girl threw back her head. She shuddered in delight, her robe parting open. Her small breasts came into view, her nipples puffy and hard.

  I glanced at Stefani and arched an eyebrow. I knew I could use a distraction. This day sucked. I wanted to claw out Mrs. Armstrong's eyes and fuck up her face. If I didn't do something, I would march out there and get myself arrested.

  Stefani licked her lips. She loved sharing my brother.

  She grabbed my hand, squeezing it, then we knelt before Clint, my large breasts jiggling and bouncing beneath my robes. I stared up at my brother. He had a huge grin on his face, sitting like a king over us.

  Our hands reached up his jeans. That rasping sound of our hands sliding over his jeans echoed through the room. It was a wicked sound that had me trembling. My pussy cl
enched as this wicked heat swept through my body.

  Our hands reached his crotch, feeling his dick throbbing beneath him. He needed to be freed. Our hands unsnapped his jeans. The zipper rasped. Our hands tugged down his pants. He lifted his ass, smiling at us, eager for it.

  His thighs were muscular. Hairy. I shuddered, touching him. My hands slid up my brother's leg for his boxers. He was huge. Hard. Eager for this. I licked my lips as we drew out his cock. We grasped his big dick.

  “Ooh, yes, yes, you nasty, pussy-licking cunt,” moaned Juana. “Get that tongue in there. Make me cum harder, slut. I want that tongue making me explode.”

  Her passion made me shudder. Juices leaked down my thighs. I had nothing beneath my robes. My cream trickled down my legs. I shuddered as I swayed from side to side. My hands gripped my brother's cock, Stefani's joining me. We leaned forward, his cock throbbing and twitching.

  Precum beaded out the tip. I licked my lips as we leaned in. My cheek rubbed against my girlfriend's. Her silky skin felt warm against mine. Then our mouths pressed in this cock. We teased my brother, nibbling on the spongy crown.

  “Damn,” Clint groaned. “We're going to make everything right. Trust me.”

  I shuddered in delight, whimpering. My tongue darted around the crown of his dick. We caressed him. His spongy crown felt amazing beneath our touch. He throbbed in our grasp. His precum spilled out as we pumped our hands up and down his dick. Our tongues lapped around his crown.

  We brushed each other. Our lips caressing as our tongues touched each other. I shuddered each time our tongues slid around each other. My cheek rubbed against hers as we shared his cock. His salty precum. My hips wiggled from side to side, that heat dribbling out of me. This wonderful passion surged through me.

  We sucked on him. We pumped our hands up and down his dick. We stroked him. Precum bubbled out of his dick. We worshiped his dick together. Loved him. Stefani's lip slipped over his cock. Her cheeks sucked hard.

  “Damn,” Clint groaned as my lover bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft.