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  I whimpered as I rode up his cock.

  He grinned at me, keeping his hands behind his head, letting me do all the work. I loved it. I massaged my brother's dick. My hips wiggled back and forth. I stirred around him. My hips undulated while my cunt clenched around him. Then I slammed down him, my clit bursting with sparks.

  This hot pleasure surged through me. I nursed around my nipple, the flavor of his cum lingering. His jizz ran down my face. I whimpered. My nipple ached. I worked my hips faster. I lifted, my toned thighs flexing, my brassy hair spilling around my face.

  “Damn, Zoey,” groaned Clint. “That's it. Massage my cock. You want my cum spurting into you. Don't you, you dirty, nasty slut?”

  I groaned, slamming down his cock. A wave of incestuous rapture shot through me.

  “You're just a slutty sister,” he groaned. “You just want your brother's cum dripping out of you. When you're massaging those naughty women, caressing them, you're going to be thinking about my cock. My cum.”

  My nipple popped out of my mouth as I groaned, “Yes!” I stared down at him as I slammed down his cock. “I'm going to be thinking about this huge cock! My brother's big fucking dick!”

  It would be hot. I shuddered, my pussy clenching around his dick. My tits heaved before me as I threw back my head. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. My brother's cock felt amazing in my pussy. This wicked heat billowed through me.

  My orgasm burst inside of me.

  My cunt convulsed around his cock. I massaged him as I bucked and gasped. He groaned, his expression twisting with rapture as I shuddered atop him. My breasts slapped together. Stars burst across my vision. My passion burst through my body.

  “Give me that cum!” I moaned. “I want it leaking out of me!”

  Clint grinned at me as my pussy writhed around his dick. The pleasure rippled through me. His cock twitched. Then he erupted in me. My brother's incestuous cum fired into my snatch. I groaned, the pleasure surging through me. I gasped in passion.

  I savored it. He grunted. His face scrunched up. The passion spilled through me. I moaned and shuddered on him. Lee whimpered. I could feel the envy from her. I leaned over my brother, stroking his chest as my orgasm peaked in me.

  “Thank you, Clint,” I purred. “We'll keep Lee in line.”

  He winked at me.

  I buzzed a few minutes later as I left my brother behind, his cum running down my thighs. I was wrapped up in a robe, my nipples rubbing on my terry cloth fabric. I headed downstairs to get a glass of water. I glanced out the sliding glass door and smiled.

  My nieces and nephews were out running around while Melody and Pam watched them. My hand absently rubbed at my belly. I'd never had my brother's child. Stefani kept pressing me, but I wasn't sure I wanted to be a mother. Clint never pressured me.

  “Hey, Yunie,” a bright voice said.

  I turned and smiled at my girlfriend. She called me Yunie because of my unicorn tattoo I had on my pudenda. “Hey, Dandi.”

  Stefani grinned at me. She had a dandelion tattoo. Her bright-red hair spilled about her face. Her green eyes burned. “So? Did your pussy melt your brother's heart?”

  I snorted. “He said yes. More massaging time for us.”

  “Hot,” Stefani said as I nodded, glancing back out the window at the little rugrats running around the backyard.

  * * *

  A week later, the Lady's Touch Massage Parlor was open for business.

  I arrived with Stefani, eager to do this. The remodeling was done. It looked classy inside the waiting room. Lee was sitting at the receptionist desk. We made her wear a dress. I was pretty certain she had a remote controlled vibrator or butt plug in her, something my brother could activate with his cell phone while he was at law school.

  “This is going to be wild!” Stefani gushed. She shuddered, her face bursting with pleasure.

  We'd been lovers since college. Before my brother even started his harem. Stefani and I got naughty. We took each other's virginities with dildos. We did wild things that her uptight family did not approve of. Not that Stefani cared.

  When she learned my brother was fucking me, she was down with it. She thought it was hot. She eagerly joined us in bed. It was hot when we'd eat each other out after he'd fucked us, licking his cum out of each other.

  “Oh, god, Yunie!” my lover quivered. “I can't wait to massage a woman until she cums.”

  “I doubt we'll get to do that today,” I told her. “The clients have to be comfortable with it. Have to make them feel like this is a safe place.”

  “It is!” Stefani gasped then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.

  I shuddered against her. She was dressed like me, in a silk robe, our bodies naked beneath. I shuddered, my nipples poking against the cool fabric. A wave of heat rushed through me. Tingles raced through me. My tongues danced around in her mouth, caressing hers. She gripped me tight, holding me to her body.

  We were going to make money here. No more stripping. No more shaking our asses at horny guys. Now we could massage sexy, beautiful women. My pussy clenched, wishing I had a load of my brother's cum to leak out of me. It would be so hot to have. I held her. I clutched my lover to me, kissing her with hunger.

  The door opened. The bell chimed.

  “Oh, my,” a woman said.

  I broke away from Stefani and turned to see an older woman, a brunette with short, curly hair. She was my mother's age or a little younger. A mature beauty in a loose, pink dress, the California sunshine spilling around her before the tinted door shut.

  “Oh, my,” the woman repeated. Then she glanced at the sign listing our massages. Her cheeks went red. “This is... just like the sign seems to imply.”

  “Hi,” I purred, breaking away from my girlfriend while Lee straightened up at her post. “Welcome to the Lady's Touch Massage Parlor. I'm Zoey, one of the masseuses.”

  The woman's eyes flicked to me. She squirmed. Then she glanced at the sign listing our massages, services, and their prices. “When I saw your add, I just couldn't believe that this was... real. That what it implies was... but... I mean...” She quivered. “You really offer... vulva massages?”

  “Of course,” I said. “Lee, get over here so I can demonstrate.”

  “Yes, Mistress Zoey,” Lee said. I blinked at that. Had Juana ordered Lee to speak like that? Clint had given us Lee, so technically she was serving as our sex slave while working here.

  The woman blinked at that as Lee stood. My bratty half-sister wore a sleeveless dress that clung to her round body. She wasn't that lithe tomboy any longer. Motherhood had put some curves on her body, but she still had that elfin face at twenty-three.

  “Bend over,” I told my half-sister.

  Lee did and I flipped up the short skirt, the purple cloth revealing her naked rump. The woman gasped. Lee's shaved pussy was on display between her legs, her pussy lips peeking out her tight vulva. I could see the end of a butt plug buried between her butt-cheeks, a little light blinking.

  A Bluetooth vibrator.

  I massaged along her slit, feeling her juices, making my sister quiver. I massaged her hot flesh, loving it. Her cream flowed. Her clit grew hard and her cuntlips grew engorged. The naughty slut whimpered.

  “See, we just do this,” I said. “Just stroking around your pussy lips. No penetration. But this is a place that needs relaxation, too. It relieves so much stress to stroke around your pussy lips, massaging your vulva and pudenda.”

  “Oh, so no deep tissue massages or anything?” the woman said, her cheeks flaming. She quivered. She had this look in her eyes like she couldn't believe that she was seeing this.

  “Oh, this?” I asked and thrust my fingers into my little sister's pussy. The woman had no idea Lee and I were related. That we were committing incest right before her eyes. Lee whimpered, her cunt squeezing down me. “Well, prostitution's illegal. We can't charge for this sort of service. Of course, if you and your masseuse just happen to decide to take things further, wel
l, we're all consenting adults.”

  “Oh, my,” the woman repeated again. She glanced at the massages. Her lips moved as she read them.

  “I like the blindfold massage,” Lee whimpered, her pussy squeezing around my fingers as they kept pumping in and out of her. “You don't know where they come from. Just massaging you from every direction.”

  “Mmm, Nuru massage,” said Stefani. She came up and pulled my robe open to show off more of my breasts. “Just imagine this sexy beauty, covered in slippery oil, massaging your entire body at once. Just rubbing on you. It's a treat that every woman needs.”

  The customer swallowed. She rubbed her hands together, a wedding ring flashing on her finger. I bet her husband didn't know how to please that fine body. Most men didn't seem to know, or care, about giving a woman pleasure. My brother had inspired a lot of guys he knew to please women, especially their mothers, sisters, and daughters.

  But there was only so much he could do.

  The woman licked her lips. She rubbed her hands together. I could see it in her eyes: she was on the verge of surrender or flight. She trembled. I pumped my fingers faster and faster in and out of my sister's pussy. What would she choose?

  Would she flee out the door, or would she surrender to the promise of passion?

  My pussy burned. My cream ran down my legs. I shuddered at the tension in the air. My nipples throbbed. Stefani groped my tits while Lee whimpered. Her hips wiggled, stirring around my fingers in her cunt's depths.

  Then the woman glanced at me. Her brown eyes were glassy. She licked her plump lips. Her eyes glanced down at my fingers plunging into my little sister's cunt. The woman drew in a deep breath, her breasts swelling her blouse.

  “I... I will take the nuru massage!”

  “Great!” Lee moaned. She pulled away from me, her pussy sliding off my fingers. “Let me just ring you up, Mistress.”

  “Mistress?” the woman moaned.

  Lee grinned. “We're here to serve you.” My sister winked. “If you need any sort of service, well...”

  The woman shuddered as Lee licked her lips.

  “I will get the room set up,” I told the woman. “Lee will lead you back when you're all set.” Then I sucked my sister's juices off of my fingers. The woman quivered as I savored my little sister's tangy treat.

  I shuddered at the incestuous thrill. She had no idea the things we were doing. It was incredible. My heart hammered and my own cunt was on fire. Juices dripped down my thighs as I sauntered to the massage room, leaving behind the reception room, heading down a small hallway. I passed the doors, Juana and her sister Carmelita already working with clients according to the locks reading “Occupied” in bright green.

  I headed into my room, a nervous thrill ran through me. My first paid customer. I had been going to massage school all year to prepare for this. I had my license and I was ready to please women with my hands.

  To give them such a naughty treat.

  I readied the nuru, a thick, slippery oil made from seaweed. It had a neutral smell. It was an amazing thing. It coated your body and made everything so slick. I warmed it up in a small microwave, getting it up to room temperature. I lit candles and a sandalwood incense stick. The aroma filled the room as I waited for the woman to arrive.

  I surveyed the room. My massage table was rolled into the corner. For this, I had inflated an air mattress. It was easier using it for this form of massage than a traditional table. There was a small triptych for the client to disrobe behind. There were towels on a shelf, though this massage required us both to be naked. Still, giving her the illusion of privacy when stripping naked would help to alleviate her nervousness.

  A moment later, there was a knock. Lee then opened the door, a bright smile on her face. “Now Zoey's going to make you feel incredible. Trust me, she's got magic fingers.”

  “Yes, I noticed,” the blushing housewife said as she entered the room, her body trembling.

  “Well, enjoy,” Lee purred. She winked at me then closed the door.

  A shudder ran through me. “Well, uh...” I flushed. “I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.”

  “Olivia,” she said, her hands clutching the strap of her purse as she shifted. Her wedding ring glinted in the candlelight. “Olivia Wright.”

  “Well, Olivia,” I said, “just strip naked behind the partition, then lie down on your belly on the air mattress, and we'll get started.

  “Oh, okay.” Her cheeks blushed. “Naked? My panties and bra, too?”

  “You don't want to ruin them,” I said. “The oil's going to be going everywhere.” I winked at her as I stirred my finger through the bowl of the nuru gel.

  She swallowed then darted behind the screen. She hung her purse from the corner. I shuddered as I heard the sound of clothing rustling. I bit my lip, picturing her naked body, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. She was a gorgeous woman. I knew from making love with my mother and aunt the delights of a mature beauty.

  My tongue flicked across my lips as she draped her blouse over the triptych, covering the picture of blossoming orchids, a rainbow of beautiful hues. I took a deep breath, my nipples poking hard against the silk robe. Her skirt appeared. I could see the top of her head shifting.

  I almost whimpered as her bra came next, the cups were a light beige and trimmed in an exciting amount of lace. Her head vanished, and I could hear the glide of cloth sliding down skin. I clenched my hands, a hot thrill ran through me.

  Her panties joined her bra, pale pink.

  Her head peeked around the side. Her eyes were wide. Her cheeks were red. “No towel or anything?”

  “Olivia,” I purred, unbelting my robe and opening it, “I'm going to rub my body into yours.” I felt her eyes on my young, toned body. I worked out every day to stay lithe and limber, fit and trim. My big breasts heaved as I slipped the silk off my body, revealing myself to her. “You have to be naked for that. Trust me. There's nothing sexual about a nuru massage.”

  She swallowed, her cheeks red. She knew I was lying, but she grasped at it to soothe her nervousness. She sidled out from behind the partition, her right arm covering her tits, a dark-pink nipple peeking past her fingers, her left hand covering her pussy, cupping her mound. Brown hairs peeked out around the sides. She looked so vulnerable. Her lips plump. Her nose bold. Her cheeks red. She had a cute dimple in her chin.

  I sauntered to her and took her right hand, pulling it away from her round breasts. They were lovely, a little sag, but still beautiful. They jiggled as I led her away from the triptych. I stared into her eyes and kept smiling.

  “It's just us girls,” I purred. “Relax.”

  She swallowed. “Okay.”

  When she reached the air mattress, she slipped down on it. It crinkled and the vinyl squeaked against her skin. Her ass was bubbly and cute. Her legs were lithe. She had a faint tan, this poor woman needed to get more sun, but it was only on her legs and arms. She wasn't out in her bathing suit drinking in the California rays last summer.

  I knelt by her. She had her head resting on the purple vinyl mattress, her eyes locked on me. I grabbed the bowl and moved it closer. Then I dipped my fingers into the clear gel. I pulled them out. Nuru gel was so sticky that it spilled down in a solid sheet from my hand. I brought it to my breasts, letting it spill over me. I groaned at the warm contact of the gel on my nipples. I spilled it down my belly towards my shaved pussy.

  “You have a unicorn tattoo,” the woman said. Then she squeezed her eyes shut.

  I smiled, glancing down at my white unicorn prancing along my shaved pudenda. “Mmm, I do. You can look. I don't mind.”

  Her eyes opened. She shifted on the air mattress as my hands coated my body. I worked the gel into my flesh. I shuddered, rubbing my stomach, sliding my hands down to my pubic mound. I brushed my unicorn, caressing the tattoo's horn. The warm gel dribbled across my pussy lips. My hand spread it to my thighs. It coated me. I glistened, feeling the thick layer of the naughty substance adorning my body.


  Covered, I moved over her. The air mattress dimpled beneath my slick knees. I leaned over her, my hands rubbing her back. “I'm just going to press my body into yours,” I purred. “This is an ancient, Japanese massage method. Just relax, okay?”

  “Okay,” she whimpered as I pressed my tits into her back.

  She groaned at the contact of my large, pillowy mounds and hard nipples. My buds throbbed. Pleasure rippled through me, shooting down to my pussy. I pressed my weight down on her, settling my crotch against her rump, feeling her pleasing curve. I nuzzled into her ear, nudging aside her hair.

  “Just relax and enjoy,” I purred.

  I slid my breasts up and down her back, lifting my ass up in the air. My nipples throbbed as they caressed her supple skin. I coated her in the slippery gel. There was almost no friction. My boobs glided across her flesh with ease.

  My pussy grew hotter and hotter, drinking in the tingles from my nipples. I pressed my pussy into her ass every time I slid my tits up her back. For a moment, my clit rubbed against her bubbly butt, giving me a quick taste of passion.

  Then I slid back down her, caressing her with my boobs. I shuddered, the tingles racing through my body. My nipples twitched and throbbed against her back. This wicked heat built and built inside of me as I massaged her.

  “Oh, this is... this is nice,” Olivia purred. She shifted beneath me, squirming her shoulders.

  Massaging my nubs.

  “I told you,” I purred, settling my weight on her. This time I massaged her rump with my slick groin. I ground my clit against her ass, my hips wiggling. I nuzzled into her ear again, licked her lobe. “Just relax and let my body take away all your strain.”

  “Uh-huh,” she groaned, trembling beneath me. Her hips wiggled, rubbing her rump into my clit.

  Sparks flew through me.

  I shuddered, loving this naughty massage. Heat rippled through my body. I bit my lip, my cunt growing hotter and hotter. These wonderful sensations rippled through my body. My heart hammered in my chest. My nipples throbbed against her back. I ground on her, massaging her. I loved the feel of her beneath me.