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  “Such a loving sister,” he groaned, his crotch smacking into me. He filled me up. The pleasure rippled through me. My juices spilled out of me and rolled down my thighs. “Goddamn, Zoey. Clutch my dick in that tight grip.”

  My toes curled. I humped back into him. The tide of rapture rose and rose in me. It would soon drown me. I groaned, my cunt clenching around his cock. This dizzying heat swept through me. My fingers clenched into the bedding as he plowed hard into me.

  I humped back into him. My pussy gripped him. The friction was incredible. He rammed hard into me. I squeezed around his girth, increasing the friction. The bliss. Tingles built and built in my cunt's depths. My head tossed back and forth. I gasped and moaned.

  “Cum in me,” I moaned, my orgasm swelling. I was so close to exploding on my brother's cock. “Just spill it in me. Let me massage you into rapture.”

  “Such a loving sister,” he panted, pumping hard and fast. He buried into my depths. His crotch smacked into my rump. “Goddamn.” His fingers dug in on my tits. He gripped me hard. “Deep massaging me. Shit.”

  My brother's cock buried to the hilt in my cunt. His balls smacked into my clit. Pleasure exploded through me. I came. My pussy convulsed around his dick, writhing, massaging him. The incestuous rapture surged through me. It burst through me. Stars exploded before my eyes. Darkness rippled around the edges of my vision.

  “Yes, yes!” I groaned. “Cum in me! Spill that jizz in me!”

  I gasped and groaned. My pussy spasmed around his cock. Juices flooded hot down my thighs. I moaned and gasped out my rapture. My cunt convulsed around his dick. He buried over and over into my snatch.

  “Goddamn,” Clint groaned. “Your pussy... Fuck, you're good at giving massages.”

  “Then cum in me, Clint!” I moaned, my body brimming with waves of rapture, my pussy spasming around him. Waves of bliss swept through me. “Flood me! Give me your jizz!”

  He buried to the hilt in me. His cock erupted. Hot spunk spurted into me. My head tossed back and forth. My eyes fluttered. Stars burst before me as my orgasm convulsed through me again. Rapture rippled through me as he fired all that fertile cum in me.

  My pussy writhed about him. I gripped the sheets. I groaned and gasped as the pleasure spilled through me. Clint gripped my tits as he growled out in passion. His cum splattered into me. That wonderful rush of his jizz spurting into me.

  It was incredible.

  My pussy milked out the last of the cum from his dick. I shuddered. I quivered. I sucked in deep breaths. My body buzzed with rapture. The pleasure died into a delicious shake. Clint groaned, his voice full of satisfaction.

  I loved that.

  As he pulled his cock out of me, the door opened.

  My pussy clenched as I threw a worried look, afraid it was a customer. Instead, it was Lee, our half-sister. The impish, black-haired, young woman had a wicked grin spreading across her naughty mouth. “Master, enjoying yourself.”

  “Always,” Clint groaned. “You being a good girl working here, or do I need to punish you.”

  “Good girl,” she said, her hands behind her back, her breasts jiggling. “Always, Master. You know that.”

  Clint snorted.

  “She's been perfect,” I said. “We'd punish her if she misbehaved.”

  Clint pulled out his phone. He unlocked it and pressed a button. Lee quivered. Delight sparkled in her eyes. She grinned, and I knew she had a butt plug, or vibrator, inserted in her asshole or pussy by Clint this morning, that just buzzed to life. Clint owned a collection of Bluetooth controlled sex toys. The massaging delight was her reward for being good. She would have to hide her arousal from the customers, fighting against it while submitting to Clint.

  That gave my slutty half-sister what she craved. Humiliation, submission, and pain were what she craved. Her punishments were a denial of any sexual fun. Often, she'd have to watch Clint's other sisters and women pleasuring him while she had to stand in the corner denying herself.

  “Thank you, Master,” she moaned. “Mmm, and you have a customer, Mistress Zoey. She asked for you by name.”

  “Oh?” I asked.

  “Yes, a woman and her daughter.” Lee grinned. “The daughter's cute and adorable. Mother wants you to give the girl a massage. Show her daughter the delights only a female masseuse can deliver.” Lee arched her eyebrows. “You made an impression.”

  “Is it Olivia?” I asked, my heart beating, my pussy clenching, full of my brother's cum.

  Lee nodded, her short, black hair swaying about her head.

  “You can't be here, Clint,” I groaned.

  “It'll be fine,” he said. “I'll go out the back.” He smacked my naked rump. “You know I'm good at using the backdoor.”

  Lee giggled.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “I'll make sure Master isn't seen, Mistress Zoey,” Lee said, her cheeks red now. She wiggled her hips back and forth.

  “Enjoy,” Clint said.

  I gasped, straightening, my robe falling over my ass. “Oh, I will,” I said. “I'm going to introduce a mother and daughter to some fun.”

  Clint laughed, nodding his head. It was his goal to make incest legal. He was going to college to be a lawyer for that reason. He marched out, Lee following him. The door closed behind him. I closed my robes tight, my nipples aching. I clenched my pussy, trapping his cum in me.

  Thank god I practiced my Kegels.

  I lit some candles to fill the room with a soft, lavender scent and obscure the aroma of passion. I was just fluffing the pillow on the massage bed, my heart beating with excitement, when the door flung open.

  “Here she is,” Lee announced, her cheeks even redder than before. Her hands rubbed her stomach as she grinned at me. “Zoey will take care of you.”

  “Come on, honey,” Olivia said as she guided in a slender girl in a tank top and shorts. The girl was eighteen or nineteen, pale and trembling. She had her mother's cute chin and plump lips, but her nose wasn't as bold. She had a lighter shade of brown hair, gathered in a ponytail that swayed down her back. “Zoey won't hurt you.”

  “I'm just going to relax you,” I said. “It'll be fun.”

  “I guess,” the girl said, looking down. She rubbed her hand against her other arm, stroking up and down it.

  “Trust me,” Olivia said. The married woman was a few inches taller than her daughter, her brown hair cut short in a cute bob. Her dark eyes sparkled while her nipples pressed hard against the front of the sundress she wore, leaving her arms bare. Her wedding ring glinted. “Zoey changed my life. I was so relaxed after the nuru massage she gave me.”

  I smiled at the MILF.

  “Nuru?” the girl asked.

  “It's a more... advanced technique,” I said. “I think a beginner's massage is what you need.” I grabbed her free hand, pulling her from her mother. I gave her a big smile, loving how she trembled. “Now I want you to just slip behind the triptych, take off your clothes, and wrap yourself up in the towel.”

  “All my clothes?” the girl asked. “Even my bra?”

  “All of them,” I told her. “I use massage oil, and you don't want to stain your pretty bra.” I smiled at her. “The towel will keep you modest, okay?”

  She swallowed and nodded. She padded from me and headed behind the privacy screen, a three-panel triptych. Her mother came up behind me as we heard the rustle of her clothing. Olivia grabbed my hand and brought it to her skirt. She pressed it into her crotch, letting me feel the heat of her bleeding out of her. She shuddered, rubbing my hand into her groin.

  “Excited?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips.

  “Uh-huh,” she moaned, rubbing my hand into her crotch. “I'm so eager for Phillipa to be relaxed by you.”

  “I can tell,” I said, pressing tighter against her crotch. “I was hoping you'd be back sooner.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You know girls. She dug in her heels. I had to wear her down to get her to come.”

  “I can h
ear you,” said Phillipa as she draped her pale-pink bra. “Jeez.”

  Her mother giggled and released my hand, pulling me away.

  I shuddered, this mother so eager for me to give her daughter the same treat. It was wild. My pussy clenched tighter, struggling to hold in my brother's cum. A little bit had leaked out, dribbling hot down my thigh.

  Would Olivia notice? What would she think?

  Phillipa emerged wrapped up in the white, fluffy towel. It was big enough to cover her breasts and rump. She had pulled out her ponytail, the hair spilling down her shoulders. She padded to me, looking wide-eyed even as she tried to project this non-nonchalant attitude. Her cheeks had a touch of pink. She stopped before me, her bare toes curling and flexing.

  “So...” she said.

  “Lie facedown,” I said. “There's a cutout for your head. Then I'll readjust your head.”

  She nodded while her mother gave her a supporting smile. The married woman's hips wiggled back and forth, those hard nipples poking at her bra. Her daughter mounted the table. It shifted and groaned as she settled onto her belly, her face vanishing into the oval cutout. She would only be able to see the floor directly beneath her. She wiggled her hips, her rump flexing beneath the terrycloth.

  “Okay, just going to readjust you,” I said, grabbing the top of the towel and pulling it down, exposing her naked back. “I'll keep your butt covered, though I bet it's cute.”

  She gave a nervous giggle. “Okay.”

  “No different than some sunbathing,” I said. “I'm sure you've untied your bikini top to keep from having tan lines.”

  “All she did over the summer was lay by our pool,” Olivia said, cumming up behind me. Taking advantage of her daughter's limited sight, the married woman grabbed my ass through the robe, squeezing me as I folded her daughter's towel.

  “Mmm, it paid off,” I said, staring at the golden-tan back of the girl. “You look cute.”

  Phillipa squirmed. Her embarrassment only made me wiggle my hips, my pussy clenching. Olivia's lips kissed at my neck, her head pushing aside my hair. I adjusted the towel so it only covered Phillipa's rump, leaving her legs and back fully exposed.

  I grabbed my massage oil and spread it on the girl's lithe back. She shifted while her mother massaged my ass through the silk robe. The married woman kissed and nibbled on my neck, her fingers digging through the cloth into my rump. My toes curled and relaxed in my slippers.

  My hands spread the oil across Phillipa's back. I dug my fingers into her flesh. I massaged her, my breasts jiggling beneath my robe. This was so exciting. It was hot having the mother playing with me as I ran my hands over the daughter. A naughty thrill ran through me as my fingers worked up and down the girl's back.

  Then Olivia knelt. I gasped as her hands pushed my thighs apart. I strained to hold in the cum in my pussy as the married MILF ducked her head beneath my robe. Her hair brushed the sides of my thighs as she nuzzled up to my shaved snatch. My fingers dug into Phillipa's shoulders, massaging her muscles, as her mother pressed her mouth against my vulva.

  “Oh, that's nice,” sighed Phillipa at the same moment her mother licked through my cuntlips.

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned, this shudder of delight shooting through me as the MILF licked my brother's cum out of me. “Just relaxing, right? Enjoyable.”

  The girl let out a soft moan while her mother's tongue fluttered through my folds. The MILF gripped my thighs as she devoured me. Did she realize she was eating cum out of my pussy? Did she just think my pussy was a little saltier than last time? Her tongue dug through me while my fingers worked down her daughter's back.

  I ran my hands up and down the eighteen-year-old girl as the mother's tongue buried deeper into my pussy. It was hard not moaning. I wanted to. I wanted to let out my passion as the pleasure surged through me. The mother's tongue caressed me. She lapped at me, teasing me.

  She ate the incestuous cum out of my snatch.

  “Mmm, you have such supple skin,” I moaned, my hands sliding up and down the girl's back. I worked at her muscles as her mother devoured me. It was so exciting. “Just so smooth.”

  “Thanks,” the girl purred. “Your hands feel nice. Mmm, yes, I like that.”

  “Never been touched by a girl?” I asked.

  “No,” she moaned.

  My oiled fingers glided down the girl's back as my orgasm swelled inside of me. Olivia's tongue swirled through me. Her nose nuzzled into my taint as she devoured me. Her tongue stroked through my snatch. My hips wiggled back and forth, my ass clenching.

  “I always enjoy being massaged by a girl,” I said. “It's a gentler experience. Different from being with a boy.”

  “Uh-huh,” the girl said as my hands reached her lower back. I was massaging at the slope of her ass, almost sliding beneath her towel. I brushed the beginning swell of her rump, massaging her. She shifted, her back muscles rippling. “It's nice. You're very relaxing.”

  “Good,” I purred. “I know you're mother's glad I'm relaxing you.”

  “Uh-huh,” Olivia moaned into my pussy. “Just let her please you, Phillipa. She'll unwind you.”

  “Yes, Mom,” the girl said.

  I shuddered as I switched to massaging the girl's legs. My own spread a little wider as Olivia's tongue dove through my folds. She brushed my clit at the start of her every lick, caressing my bud. Pleasure flared through me. I worked my hands up and down the girl's left thigh, my fingers digging into her muscles, relaxing the tension from her.

  Phillipa spread her legs a little wider. I stared between her thighs at her trimmed, brown bush hiding her pussy. I shuddered at the naughty peak, my hands sliding up and down her legs. I dug my fingers into her flesh, kneading her. I worked my thumbs into her muscles as I climbed higher.

  My toes curled as Olivia sucked and nibbled on my labia. Her hands gripped my thighs, digging into my flesh. I bit my lip, wanting to groan as I massaged her daughter's nubile thigh. I reached up to the top of the girl's leg. I came closer and closer to her pussy.

  “So, any cute guys in your life?” I asked. “Or girls?”

  “No,” the girl said. “Not really.”

  “Just pretend your mother's not here,” I said. “She's preoccupied anyways.”

  “Uh-huh,” Olivia moaned. Then she jammed her tongue deep into my cunt. She swirled around in me, stirring me up.

  I neared the apex of Phillipa's inner thighs. My knuckles brushed through her silky bush, grazing her vulva. The girl squirmed and shifted as I kept working her. She let out a little gasp as I caressed her again on accident.

  “Um...” Olivia said as I shifted over to her far thigh, leaning over her and pressing my pussy into her mother's hungry lips.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked, digging my thumbs into her inner thigh. I brushed the edges of her vulva. The girl quivered and groaned. She wiggled as I worked my fingers. “Are you not liking it?”

  “It's just...” The girl's rump squirmed. “I mean... you're touching my... my...”

  “Of course I'm touching you,” I said, sliding my hands away from her pussy as I worked down her thighs. The warmth of her passion lingered on my fingers while I savored her mother's tongue licking me. My cunt clenched around my Olivia's probing tongue. She wiggled it around inside of me. My knees quivered. “I have to touch you to massage you.”

  “Yeah,” she said, squirming, drops of dew glistening on her silky, brown pubic hairs.

  I smiled as I massaged her legs, the excitement building and building in my cunt. Her mother's tongue licked and lapped through my folds, driving me wild. I couldn't hold off any longer. My fingers dug into the meat of her thigh, kneading a knot in her muscle as her mother's lips found my clit.

  She sucked.

  Her nose nuzzled the folds of my pussy.

  Sparks exploded inside of me. I gasped at the surge of pleasure. My back arched, sensitive nipples pressing against the cool silk of my robes. I grit my teeth as the rapture washed through me. Waves of dark
ness spilled across my vision.

  “Oh, Olivia,” I groaned, unable to stop me. “Oh, you're being such a tease!”

  “What is my mom doing?” the girl asked, squirming.

  “Just... just...” I struggled to think as the pleasure burned across my mind. My fingers kneaded her muscles, working on their own as my body spasmed. “Oh, damn, that's a good one! A good pic. So good.”

  “Yeah, she likes showing off cat pics.”

  “Yes, yes, I'm a big fan of pussy... cats, too!” I moaned, my snatch clenching. “Your mother just adores mine.”

  “Uh-huh,” moaned Olivia. “Her pussycat is just gorgeous. She'll have to show you, honey.”

  I quivered as my orgasm peaked through me. My eyes fluttered. I sucked in breaths, fighting more whimpers as Olivia licked and lapped through my sensitive folds. She gathered up my cream while my fingers worked down her daughter's thighs.

  I descended into the buzzing afterglow as I finished massaging Phillipa's legs, my hips wiggling back and forth as Olivia's tongue darted through my folds. She stirred me up. My breasts rose and fell, my head dizzy from the rapture.

  “Okay,” I moaned. “Just roll over.”

  “Um,” the girl said as her mother popped her head out from beneath me. Olivia licked her lips, sticky with my juices. “What about my... my...?”

  “Boobies?” I asked her. “I've seen tits before. I’ve got a big pair myself. Don't be shy. I have to massage your front, and that includes your chest. So just roll over.”

  “Okay, she whimpered.

  I lifted up her towel, flashing her naked rump. Her mother licked her lips again, quivering. Then the girl turned over, her bush a delicious, trimmed patch on her pubic mound. I could see a hint of her slit before I settled her towel down. Her small breasts quivered. They were cute, little mounds with the same shade of dusky-pink nipples as her mother.

  Her hands covered them a moment later, hiding her erect nipples. Her cheeks were scarlet. She shifted on the bed, her dark eyes blinking. I smiled at her as I grabbed her wrists and gently pulled them away.

  “I need to massage your chest,” I told her. “Don't be ashamed. Your breasts are cute. Right, Mom?”