Twincest

Michael had taken to calling them Samanda because the two of them were like an individual. It was the same with Randice and Darmine. While they were two individual bodies, the changes wrought on them by his unexpected and wholly welcome boon had mentally merged them into a single mind.

Sandra and Amanda no longer thought of themselves as different people. They shared the same thoughts, mostly about Michael's cock. They shared the same desires, which revolved wholly around pleasing Michael. They shared the same feelings and sensations, like the orgasm that Aunt Sandra was having right now as Michael fucked his mother, Amanda.

Michael watched his aunt plunge her fingers into her cunt as she licked her twin sister's jiggling tits, and he chuckled as he pasted his mother's womb with another load of cum. He'd believed the novelty of it might wear off after a time, but so far it was just as amazing as it had been for weeks. The two women groaned in unison, the two of them trained to feel delirious pleasure at the feel of Michael's seed.

Thanks to the ring, pulsing with heat on his finger, his cock stayed hard and ready to deliver the same gift to his aunt. When it was done, he'd leave the two of them and repeat the breeding with his sisters, Candice and Rachel. Then it would be is cousins, Danielle and Carmine. He'd pull his grandmother, Jane, away from beating Jasmine's tits (the old lady's favorite pastime) and shag her sweet cunt next. It would be Maria or Catherine next. Jasmine would be last, but that troublesome bitch only ever got it in the butt. And Michael made sure she never grew to like that but begged for it all the same.

These days, no one questioned him. No one remembered that anything had been different. To them, this was life as it should be, and how it had always been. It was a normal thing for a young man to use his family for his sexual gratification. Being knocked up by your brother, cousin, nephew, or grandson was the proper and respectful way to live.

A few weeks ago, they'd felt very different. But that was before the ring. Now they felt only what Michael wanted them to feel, and what remembered only what he wanted them to remember. That was what the ring wanted and so, it was what Michael wanted. Because Michael and the ring were no longer separate, either. They were one and the same.

***

The Ring

While in Europe, Michael had done things for the ring, things he wasn't proud of. They were things others would forget, but he never would. That was just the way it worked. If he wanted someone to forget or to remember events differently, all he had to do was say it. But he never forgot.

The old fucker who'd had the thing hadn't known what it was. Michael hadn't either. It was a knick-knack. A bauble. Nothing of real value. It only looked neat and so, Michael had purchased it for three euros. It was a thing of slim bone with little carvings, like something you'd pick up at a ren fair and show off to your LARP group. Then Michael put it on, and that was when it got in his head.

That first night had been like going mad. He was certain he was losing his shit. He'd heard things in his mind, and he'd jumped at shadows in the corners of his eyes. He'd lain in his bed at the second-rate motel, feverish, burning, huddled under a blanket, and cold but sweating.

Pounding his skull against the pillow, delirious with manic laughter, he'd struggled to pretend that the voice wasn't real. It couldn't be real. It spoke in whispers, too quiet to hear, and in words that didn't make sense. As the night passed and the fever cooled, though, Michael understood nonetheless.

The voices were the ring. Or whatever inhabited the ring. Possessed it? He didn't know and didn't care. That was a choice, not something the ring did to him. At least, he was pretty sure.

What mattered was what he knew after the fever and the whispers and the madness. He knew what it was and what he could do. He knew what kind of power it had. And he knew what he would use it for.

***

Home Again

Amanda wasn't alone at the curb to pickup Michael, but she might as well have been. Her youngest daughter, Maria, was the only one of four daughters who'd come along to pick up their brother after his trip to Europe. Maria, however, was face in phone, sighing occasionally to express how bored she was.

"There he is!" Amanda said, breaking the silence as Michael ambled awkwardly out of the doors and toward the lot.

"Great," Maria said, dry as sand.

Amanda threw open the car door and stood waving her arms, earning another sigh from Maria. Maria did not open her door. Michael scanned the lot, waved back at his mother, and pulled his suitcase along by the handle as he closed the distance.

"Michael!" Amanda squealed and opened her arms for a hug.

Michael let loose the suitcase and fell into his mother's arms, putting one hand around her waist. That hand dipped, squeezed her bottom, and Amanda yelped, "Hey!"

"Don't worry about it, Mom," Michael said.

Amanda's eyes rolled, briefly, then snapped into focus. Michael grinned and gave her ass another squeeze.

"Maria's in the car," she said.

Maria did not look up from her phone.

"I can see that," Michael said.

Amanda popped the trunk of the car and Michael deposited his bag, then climbed into the back seat.

"Hey," he said to his sister.

"Hey. Cool trip?"

"Fucking awesome!" Michael said.

"Michael! Language," Amanda chided.

"Don't worry about that, Mom," Michael said again.

Amanda's eyes flicked up into her skull, and she was no longer worried about Michael's language.

"I brought back some cool shit for you," he said to Maria an ruffled her hair.

"Come on!" Maria complained.

"You come on. It's perfectly normal to touch your sister after you've been gone a month," Michael said.

He grinned as the two women fell silent, eyes rolling back, and then Maria said, "Yeah, I guess so. Whatever. It's annoying."

"Nah," Michael said. "It's great."

And when he ruffled her hair again, Maria blushed and said, "I guess it's kinda cute."

But when Michael withdrew his hand, she caught it and said, "Whoa! Cool! Your ring is dope."

Michael frowned and said, "Forget about it," and Maria dropped his hand.

As Amanda drove, Michael talked, and the two of them listened. Before the ring, when Michael spoke, people tended to ignore him. No more. Now they had no choice but to listen, and Michael had a great deal to say.

A Date?

"A Date?" Amanda asked.

"Sure. Like when I was a kid," Michael said. "Mommy date."

"Geez are you five now?" Candice asked, and her twin sister, Rachel, snorted in approval.

Michael looked the two of them over. They might be twins, but this week's "thing" that they were doing differently was their hair. Candice had hers in pink pigtails, while Rachel's was loose but dyed neon green.

"Are you punk or goth?" he asked.

The two of them rolled their eyes.

"We're not a label, dickwad," Candice said.

Rachel snickered and added, "Labels are so… capitalism."

"Label are capitalism?" Michael asked and bit into a good old American hamburger.

"Yeah. They try to put you in a box and tell you what you should be, how to dress, how to think. It's… it's like Stalinistic," Rachel said.

Michael swallowed and said, "Stalin wasn't a capitalist."

Rachel shrugged. "Whatever."

"If you're so into, you know, just being you, you should just keep your natural hair color," Michael said.

After their eyes rolled back and they looked at one another, there was a pause.

"I'm kind of missing the brown," Rachel said.

"Yeah," Candice agreed.

"So," Michael turned back to his mother, "Mommy date. Monday night. Just you and me?"

Amanda blushed and said, "I… Yes, that sounds nice."

"Tuesday night," Michael said to the twins, "You two and I will go out. I'll do some shopping with you, and help you pick out some cute new outfits."

Their eyes rolled back, focused, and they said in unison, "Um, yeah. Okay."

"Maria," Michael said to his youngest sister. "You and me. Wednesday. Pull your nose out of a book and we'll have a good time."

Maria put a finger in her book, paused, then shrugged and said, "Sounds good."

Michael smiled.

***

Michael sat on his bed caressing the bone ring, his door open, when a pair of long legs passing by the doorway caught his eye. It was what he'd been waiting for. The legs passed by and Michael stepped into the hallway, pausing only long enough to admire the round cheeks of his oldest sister's ass in a pair of Abercrombie jeans.

"Catherine?" he called.

Not Cathy. Never Cathy. She hated that.

Catherine turned and took a step back.

"Oh, hey, squirt! Welcome back."

Michael let his eyes trail up her jean-encased legs, her tummy, and they settled on the gorgeous rack hidden beneath a too-stuffy high-neck blouse.

"Hey," he said.

"Nice trip?"

"Fucking great," Michael said.

"Don't let Mom hear you dropping F-bombs."

Michael shrugged and said, "She doesn't mind anymore."

He closed the distance, put his arms around his sister, and palmed her ass through her jeans.

Catherine pulled back and snapped, "Hey! What the fuck, pervert!"

"Don't worry about it," Michael said. "Touching your sister is completely normal. And watch your language. You know Mom doesn't like girls saying the F word."

He grinned as Catherine's eyes rolled back, and when they focused once more Michael put his arm around her waist. His hand rested on her ass as he walked her toward her room.

"I was thinking," he said. "Thursday night, you and I should go on a little date."

"A little date? You're my brother, shithead."

"Don't worry about that," Michael said. "There's nothing strange about a date with your brother. It'll be fun."

Catherine paused in mid-step, then said, "Yeah. That sounds good."

Michael escorted her to the end of the hall, gave her ass a good squeeze, and turned back toward his room.

Mommy Monday

Getting off of work early enough for her date with Michael wasn't convenient, but the date was important for Amanda. After all, she needed the extra time to get home and make sure she looked good. That was what Michael would expect. A good-looking woman to go out with.

She dressed cute but casual in a blouse and jeans, which Michael showed his approval of by giving her bottom a nice squeeze.

"You're looking really sexy, Mom," he said and Amanda blushed.

"So, where are we going?" she asked as they walked to the car.

"We have a stop to make first," Michael said as he got behind the wheel.

"A stop?"

"We're picking up Aunt Sandra."

Amanda scoffed and said, "Why are we picking up my sister?"

She nearly spat the last word.

"You two should get along better," Michael said. "Twins run in the family and it's not right that you two are always at odds. Candice and Rachel aren't that way. Danielle and Carmine get along fine. You and Aunt Sandra need to be like them. Will you do that for me?"

Amanda jerked in her seat and groaned, but when her eyes focused she said, "You're right. It's gotten a little ridiculous, hasn't it?"

"Ridiculous," Michael agreed.

The date with Michael and Sandra was dreamy. It was so dreamy, in fact, that Amanda couldn't exactly recall all the details. She did remember that Michael had a lot to say, and that everything he'd said made perfect sense. She just couldn't quite figure out specifically what he'd said.

At the end of dinner, however, Amanda felt closer to her sister than she had in years. Then Michael took them to the movies. She recalled sitting on one side of him and Sandra on his other, but the movie must not have been that interesting because she couldn't remember what it had been about.

What she did remember was Michael's voice in her ear. It was the one constant from the whole evening. That sweet voice in her ear. It was sweeter than the desert they'd gone out for after the movie, and sweeter than the stargazing they'd done after that. The only thing that seemed just as sweet was the little kiss on the lips Michael had given her when they'd arrived home.

The sweet little kiss had been electric, and when Michael's tongue had probed her lips she'd parted them slightly and whined with a schoolgirl like, pathetic need. It had been like she was virgin hot for her first makeout session. But there had been no making out. Instead, she'd gone to bed with wet panties.

***

Twin Tuesday

Candice and Rachel had brown hair. Michael smiled as the two of them sat together in the back seat of his car, and he drove them to the fashion mall like their personal chauffeur. The chestnut hair didn't pair well with the rest of their look, but that would change. Many things were going to change.

Michael opened the door for them at the mall, and then watched their stocking-clad legs and swaying asses in miniskirts as they walked toward the entrance.

"Maybe something a little different," Michael suggested. "Sort of like what Catherine wears but more… rebellious."

The two of them paused in mid-step, resumed walking a second later, and altered direction. Michael followed, smiling, as they turned away from Akira and toward H&M. The two of them bitched about how "preppy" the clothes were, but Michael simply nodded and pulled pieces from the racks that he thought might look nice and show off their tits.

"You're not going to like them," he said. "But you know you'll look cute in them, so it'll be fine."

And when they left the store, wearing matching hip-hugger jeans and identical pink cropped tops, they continued to bitch and complain about how cute they looked in their new clothes.

"You two really are a pair of brats, but it's really adorable," Michael said.

"Oh, you hear that Candice—"

"Candy," Michael interrupted.

"Candy," Rachel corrected. "Big brother might spank you for being a brat."

Rachel laughed and said, "Good luck not getting an arm broken."

Michael patted her ass, a normal thing for a brother to do, and said, "In Europe, it's pretty normal for the oldest brother to keep discipline in the home. That includes spankings, some slapping… pretty much anything he decides is right to keep his bratty sisters in line."

The twins paused, resumed walking, and Candice said, "Yeah, this is America."

"It's a good old world tradition," Michael countered.

Again, they paused, resumed walking, and Rachel agreed, "It's a good old world tradition."

"A good tradition," Candice added.

"When we get home tonight, I'll make sure you both get spanked until you cry. How does that sound?"

"Fine," Candice grumbled.

"If you think we need it," Rachel said.

"Absolutely."

***

Wet Wednesday

Maria did not want to go watch the cheerleaders. Cheerleaders were snobby bitches, who cared more about their hair and how many followers they had than actually learning things of value. Thus, when Michael suggested watching the cheerleader tryouts for their "date" night, Maria balked.

"Cheerleaders? You want me to go with you to perv on cheerleaders? Fuck that."

But Michael put his arm around her shoulder and groped one of her tits. It was a perfectly reasonable and normal thing for a big brother to do, of course. Michael had already explained that to her when he'd walked in on her in the shower that morning. He'd spent a good couple of minutes squeezing her tits after explaining how normal it was, in fact.

"Come on. It will be fun. By the end of it, I'm betting you'll even want to be one."

Maria opened her mouth to protest, but then she forgot why she needed to argue the point. Michael was right. It probably would be fun to watch the cheerleaders. By the end of it, she might even want to be one.

Maria hadn't been into athletics before. Sitting with Michael in the bleachers, though, watching the girls in their short skirts, Maria did find it fun. It helped that Michael explained the appeal of the cheerleaders to her. Knowledge always connected with Maria.

"They're like this symbol of femininity and positivity," Michael explained as he rubbed Maria's leg. "They're virginal but at the same time sex symbols. They're the hot girl that young guys want and can never have, but they're also the fresh young breeding mare that the old guys want and can't have."

"Breeding mare?" Maria said and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Of course. Nice child-bearing hips. Lean legs that wrap nicely around the waist to fuck into them. They're sexy, right?"

Maria shuddered and felt dizzy, but the more she watched the girls, the more she agreed with Michael. He was right, of course. Looking at it from a purely animal and male point of view, the cheerleaders were sexy. They were prime breeding mares.

"Just imagine," Michael said. "You're in that tiny skirt with no panties, your legs wrapped around a hot guy. He's got his hands on your hips, pulling you down his cock. Your body's sweaty and you're shaking from the pleasure. Then he unloads his baby batter right into your cunt. It's hot, right?"

Maria pressed her legs together and squirmed. Michael's hand rubbing her felt so hot. Hot like her pussy was hot.

"Yeah," she whispered.

It was hot. Michael was right. Maria had never actually had sex, but she did put a toy in her cunt from time to time, and that felt really good.

"You'd look really sexy in that short skirt," Michael whispered. "Sexy like them. Like a breeding mare. Can you just imagine it? You know, in Europe, it's pretty common for big brothers to be the first ones to push their cocks up their sexy little sisters. It's an old world tradition."

"That's—"

"That's sexy, right?" Michael interrupted.

Maria paused. Had she been about to say it was gross? No. It wasn't gross, so she must not have been about to say that. It was pretty sexy. Michael was right.

As they drove home, Maria had her hand between her legs as she stared out the window. She surreptitiously rubbed her cunt through her jeans as Michael rubbed her leg.

"After we get you a cute cheerleader outfit," Michael said. "You can show me how hot you look in it without any panties. You'd like to do that for your big brother, right?"

Maria groaned and nodded her head. "Yeah."

"When I see how cute you look in your little skirt, I can be the first one to push my cock into you and knock you up, too. How does that sound, Maria?"

Maria bit her lip and nodded.

"You need to say it, Maria," Michael prompted. "You need to tell me that it's sexy when you think about your big brother pushing his cock up you like a breeding mare."

After a wave of dizziness, Maria nodded again and said, "It's… it's really sexy when I think about my big brother pushing his cock up me like a breeding mare."

"It would help you feel sexually satisfied if you sucked my cock for me," Michael said. "In Europe, most little sisters do that for their brothers. It's very normal."

Maria's head spun. Her cunt was so hot. If she weren't with Michael, she'd masturbate right here. But that would be weird. Sucking Michael's cock, though, that was something normal for a little sister to do. And it would help her take the edge off until Michael pushed his cock up her like a breeding mare.

She turned from the window, her eyes glazed, and looked at Michael's hard cock. He had it out and ready for her to suck it.

"Go on," he said calmly. "It's alright. It's completely normal."

Maria bent over the console and opened her mouth. Michael guided her head down and groaned as her lips sealed around his cock. And Maria did feel better and more satisfied. Michael was right. He was always right.

***

Thirsty Thursday

The place had blacked-out windows and a general look of disrepair. Its cracked parking lot was pitted with holes, and in that lot were half a dozen vehicles. None of them were manufactured in the last ten years. A cringy neon sign above the sagging overhang read, "Lickity Slit," and it was a place that Catherine would not have chosen to come within a mile of. Michael, too, wouldn't have been allowed in the doors under normal circumstances, because Lickity Slit was a lesbian dive bar.

"You've got to be joking," Catherine said as Michael turned the corner and the place came into view.

"No joke," Michael said. "You're going to have a great time."

Catherine opened her mouth to argue that point but she couldn't imagine why. If Michael said it would be a great time, then he must be right.

"I… Yeah. It should be fun," she said, instead.

"Sure will be," Michael agreed. "I met this really cool chick named Macy a few days ago. She's right up your alley. Just wait until you meet her. She's gonna meet us inside."

Michael parked the car and opened the door for his sister. The two of them, once inside, stood out as sorely as a pretty pink bimbo at an all-male gay gangbang. The woman behind the bar, an ogre with a large belly, dressed in black lycra, appeared at a loss for words. The five patrons dotting the establishment fell hushed as Michael shut the door behind them.

The bartender recovered her voice and bellowed, "You lost?"

Michael shook his head. "Right where we need to be. It's really great that you're so hospitable toward us."

The bartender's face went slack but then her lips turned up into a smile. "Of course! Have a seat and welcome in."

Four of the bar's occupants shifted in their seats to stare at the woman as if she'd grown an extra head.

"Thanks," Michael said. "And the rest of you are super generous for letting us stop in at your fine establishment."

The rest of the crowd fell even more silent for the span of a breath, then turned back toward their drinks and conversations.

"Hi, Mikey!" called a black-haired girl from the back of the place.

"Hey, Macy. Good to see you, doll."

The girl, a stick of a thing with tits far too large for her body, tottered forward on spiked heels. She held a cigarette in one hand and a draft beer in the other. On her table were four empty shot glasses.

"Oh, damn," she said as she stumbled toward Michael and Catherine. "This the hot number you told me about? Look at you, girl! All cute in that prepped-out good girl fit!"

Catherine looked down at her clothes, a simple pair of tight jeans and her usual high-necked blouse. Macy tossed back her beer, inhaled the cigarette, belched loudly, and snubbed the butt in her glass. Catherine's complexion turned slightly green when the girl then put an arm around her shoulder and pressed her large tits into Catherine's side.

"Michael—" she squeaked.

"You two are adorable together," Michael said. "Isn't Macy the cutest thing?"

Catherine once more felt as if she should argue, but the stench of the girl's breath in her nostrils was like an intoxicating perfume and she felt at a loss for words. Michael was right, of course. Macy was the cutest thing. That black lipstick and the way one eye drifted slightly to the left. God! It was adorable.

"Why don't we have a seat," Michael suggested. "Macy has some great tips on how to get you looking your best. Right, Macy?"

"Oh, honey! You have no idea. By the time you're going down on me, you're gonna look like a sexy version of Gene Simmons. The '79 I was Made for Lovin' You. Not Forever Gene."

"Who?" Catherine asked as Macy guided her toward the table.

"Nah. That was Pete Townshend. Sit the fuck down, girl!"

The squealing Macy practically shoved Catherine into a wobbly chair and snapped her fingers at the bartender.

"Two more fireballs," she called.

"Nothing for me, thanks," Michael said at the bartender's raised brow.

He took a seat. "My sister wants to make some changes. Try something different. You know, a look kind of like yours. And maybe give the girl-on-girl thing a shot. Isn't that right, Cathy?"

Catherine frowned at the use of the name but then she couldn't recall why she didn't like it. When Michael said it, it sounded like it fit. And he was right about wanting to try something different. Dressing like a perfect princess all the time was tough work. Then there was the adorable Macy, and now that Michael mentioned it, she couldn't get the thought of the girl's pussy out of her head.

"That's… that's right," Catherine said.

The bartender set two shots on the table.

"What is that?" Catherine asked.

"Your favorite," Michael said.

Macy put the shot glass in Catherine's hand, and her eyes watered at the harsh smell. But that was what she liked. It was her favorite. And she tossed it back along with Macy.

The next minute was spent coughing and wiping at her eyes as Macy cackled, but that was what she liked. It was why this stuff was her favorite. She found a watered-down beer in her hand a moment later.

From there, the evening became a bit of a blur. Michael talked quite a lot, but Cathy couldn't recall much of it. She did recall having more drinks, and she recalled the small tattoo she got a couple of hours later. It was in cutesy script above her pussy, and it read, "Lesbian cockslut," in bold letters.

Cathy also remembered the way she'd gone down on Macy, even though the tattoo kind of hurt still. She'd done it in Macy's apartment, which Michael was kind enough to drive them to. She recalled how Macy jammed her face into her cunt and called her a sexy dyke, and she remembered the sweet aroma of Macy's cunt. Like sweat and leather.

She also remembered how Macy jerked off Michael's cock and made sure his big brotherly load wound up in his sister's mouth (a completely normal thing). Cathy also recalled Macy dying her hair black and putting cute purple streaks in it as Michael squeezed her tits. She did not remember asking him to record it, or requesting that he send it to her best friend. She must have, though, because Jasmine called the next morning and had quite a lot to say.

***

The Way Things Are

Amanda had a sense that things were different, however, she couldn't quite place how. Throughout the weekend, Michael had been out with extended family. He'd spent time with his Aunt Sandra and all of his cousins. He'd even gone out for a night with his grandmother, Jane. That was different, but she supposed it was a good kind of different.

The other differences were harder to focus on. Her twins, Candice and Rachel, were much closer than they had been. Sure, they'd always been sort of connected in the way a lot of twins are, but something about them sharing flirty little kisses and incessantly giggling as they touched one another seemed off. Of course, that was normal. Michael had said so, and Michael was always right. It just felt off to Amanda.

There was Maria, who wouldn't stop masturbating. She did it at the table, in the living room, in her bedroom, in the shower, and in the car. She whispered Michael's name as she did it, and Amanda caught other words like, "knocked up," and "breeding mare," from time to time. That part was normal enough. Michael had already explained how in Europe, most little sisters were wet holes for their brothers' sperm.

The real difference was the cheerleader outfit. Bookish Maria wouldn't have been caught dead in something so short before, but then Amanda figured it was just a girl growing up and trying new things. That must be it. It was probably a good thing, like masturbating.

Cathy was a bit morose, and that was different. Normally, her oldest daughter was peppy and bubbly. Since she'd come out as a mostly lesbian, though, things had been tough between her and her bestie, Jasmine. Friday afternoon had been kind of hellish, with the petite Indian girl busting in and practically dragging the hungover Cathy out of bed by her black and purple hair.

If it hadn't been for Michael talking with her, Amanda thought the incident might have actually come to blows. Jasmine was on about how radically Cathy had changed, and demanding to know what had happened to her. It was so strange. It seemed as though Jasmine didn't know who her best friend had been all this time.

Thankfully, Michael sat her down and talked with her, after which Jasmine apologized. She even blushed and said she felt stupid for making a scene over something so trivial as her best friend dyking out and swallowing her brother's semen. By the time she left, she was even swapping tongues with her bestie and rubbing her pretty cunt.

Also, different was her relationship with her own sister. For years they'd been somewhat aloof, but since the date with Michael, they'd rekindled their old friendship. Since the date, however, they'd been constantly texting and chatting. Sandra, who once thought Michael was "a bit of a creep" now couldn't say enough good things about him. It was through those conversations that she'd learned just how hard Michael had been working to unify their dysfunctional family. Sandra now saw him as a hero, and Amanda had to agree.

***

Amanda's panties were so wet for the next Monday's date with Michael and Sandra, that when Michael suggested she just take them off, she didn't protest. He hung them around the mirror, where Amanda could see how wet they were, and smell her cunt on them as they drove. Michael's hand rested on her bare leg.

"You both look gorgeous," he said as his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, where his Aunt spread her legs to reveal her own bare pussy.

Amanda blushed at the compliment. She'd called in sick to work to spend the day getting ready for the date, along with Sandra. They were dressed in identical black dresses, low-cut and short enough to be borderline inappropriate. They'd gotten matching perms, dyed blonde together, and wore little black chokers around their necks.

Dinner took place at an upscale cocktail lounge, where the staff was so enamored with Michael that they gave them picked up the check for him. Amanda couldn't blame them. He was so charming. Especially that voice. Every time he spoke it was like a mini orgasm, and so pleasurable to listen to that she could hardly remember a word he said. Sandra's hand in hers under the table was sweaty, and she made cute little moaning sounds, so Amanda knew she felt the same.

Amanda sat in the back seat with her sister as Michael drove them home that night. It was a perfect evening, and Sandra looked so hot in her little dress. She was so hot, in fact, that Amanda couldn't help but give her a little kiss. It was completely normal, of course.

Her fingers slid into Sandra's bare pussy under the dress, which was also quite normal. She had a sexy twin with a wet pussy. Why wouldn't she want to feel it? Sandra, of course, felt the same way. The longer Michael drove, the more Amanda really could feel that her sister felt the same. It was like the feelings were in her head. The pleasure Sandra felt with Amanda's fingers up her cunt magnified the sensations Amanda felt from her own cunt as Sandra fingered it.

"It would be so nice to cum for each other," Michael suggested, and he was right.

The two of them came in unison, whimpering sluttily into one another's mouths as they kissed. Then Michael pulled the car off the road into an empty lot and climbed into the back seat with them. When he pulled his cock out and guided his mother's mouth to it, Sandra drooled a bit on her tits.

"You can do it, too, Aunt Sandy," Michael said, and placed his other hand on his Aunt's head.

Sandra and Amanda then sandwiched Michael's cock between their lips and gave him the most loving suckjob they could manage. It was a perfectly normal thing to do at the end of a perfectly normal evening.

***

A Happy Family

Amanda's manager was perplexed and furious when she handed in her resignation the following morning. He demanded an explanation for her "weird" behavior, which Amanda had no explanation for. Her behavior was completely normal. She didn't even bother cleaning out her desk. Michael said it wasn't important. He would take care of everything. And Michael was always right.

Sandy, who had also quit her job, met Amanda for lunch with their mother that afternoon. The two sisters, dressed in matching pink miniskirts and high heels, had difficulty at first spotting their mother in the cafe. When they saw a woman in tight leopard print waving from a corner booth, it took a moment for them to recognize Jane through her heavy makeup.

"Sit down. Sit down," their mother prompted, and then sipped on a mimosa.

Amanda gawked, while Sandy said, "Mom?"

Uptight and stuffy at the best of times, the sight of their mother in the skin-tight minidress and caked-on makeup was more than a little jarring. Jane seemed unconcerned, however, by her change in appearance.

"Were you meeting someone else?" Jane asked

The two sisters shook their heads in unison. Jane reached out and pinched the ass of the young man serving the table next to them and said, "Sweet cheeks, a round over here for my girls."

The young man, barely Michael's age, blinked in surprise as he rounded on the touchy old woman.

"Um, excuse me?" he said.

"What? You're young enough you shouldn't have hearing problems, cutie. Unless you've got your head mashed between my thighs and that cute little tongue in my juicy peach."

"I—"

"Drinks, kiddo," Jane ordered again. "Make them doubles and I'll make it worth your while. Teeth or no teeth in. Your choice."

She mimed a blowjob, and the flummoxed young man scurried away.

"Disgusting," mumbled the woman at the next table, and her companion nodded in agreement.

Jane, unperturbed, turned back to her daughters. "What's with the looks? You ain't never seen a hot momma on the prowl?"

The twins again shook their heads in unison.

"Bullshit. Look at the two of you. A pair of blond little bimbos if I ever saw them."

"Mom?" Sandy said again.

Jane lit up a cigarette in clear violation of health regulations, causing the two women at the nearby table to huff in disgust and leave.

"You didn't need that grease burger, anyway!" Jane called after them.

One of them flipped the bird.

"What are you—" Amanda and Sandy began.

"It's like Michael said," Jane interrupted. "When you still got it, you flaunt it. There's no reason to keep what God gave you all to yourself just because you got a few miles on the tires. I've been out of the game for too long. That son of yours," she pointed at Amanda. "Always right. Let me tell you."

And that settled the issue. Michael said it was so, and it must be so. Michael was always right.

***

Jane took charge of the events that transpired following their lunch date. The old cougar juggled two phones throughout lunch, all while sipping down her drinks and taking time to aggressively flirt with the server. The end result was a family-wide gathering at Amanda's home.

It was at the meeting that Amanda felt the real "merging" with her sister. It happened quickly, but not quickly enough that she didn't notice. The catalyst was her nieces. They were so different. Not in the way that her own children were different. Those were just normal changes that they were going through. Michael said so, and Michael was always right.

Amanda had a few seconds in which everything was disorienting. Her memories of who they'd been did not reflect who they were. It was wrong. She felt the same from Sandy when her sister looked at the state of Amanda's children.

Sandy's oldest daughter, Claire, Amanda recalled as a devout feminist. She wore her hair in a tight bun and did everything possible to cover her femininity. She referred to men as creeps, dogs, monkeys, and creatures. That did not jive with the Claire who stood in Amanda's living room, with blond extensions, wearing a hot pink PU leather bodysuit. Her tits were pressed together so tightly by the thing that they practically burst it. She twirled a lock of her hair and stared vapidly at the ceiling as she loudly smacked a piece of gum.

Sandy's twins, Danielle and Carmine, were like a pair of wide-eyed anime girls. Their father's Japanese heritage showed through more clearly than ever. Normally quiet and studious, the pair of them were as unified as Rachel and Candice. They wore short Japanese schoolgirl uniforms, and their black hair was straight and neat. White stockings covered their legs, and they stood holding hands, wobbling on shiny black heels.

All of these observations, Amanda made in a second. She remembered them how they were. But she saw them for what they were now. And it was all wrong. There was a split-second of panic, while her mind and Sandy's mind both struggled with the incongruity of it all. But then their memories merged, and the panic subsided. Yes. This was how things were. It was completely normal.

After the moment passed, Jane stood and cleared her throat. The attention of the family, absent Michael, turned to her. She opened her mouth as if to issue a proclamation, but then her gaze fell on Claire. Her mouth shut.

Claire was not looking at her grandmother. She still stared at the ceiling, smacking her gum.

"Hey, slut," Jane said.

Claire did not acknowledge her.

Jane took two long strides on her high heels and grabbed the girl by her blond hair.

"Ow! Gran!" Claire shrieked.

"I said, slut, and that means you, slut!" Jane barked.

"What?"

Jane pushed the girl's back against the wall and pressed her body against her granddaughter.

"Fuck, you're a pretty little cunt tease, aren't you?"

"What?" Claire said again.

"Pretty and fucking stupid. That's so hot."

And then Jane pushed her tongue into Claire's squealing mouth and squeezed one of her tits. Amanda and Sandy shared a curious look, uncertain if they should intervene. Was this normal? They were so confused.

Thankfully, it was at this moment that Michael appeared in the doorway, and in his hand, he held a leash. At the end of the leash was a collared Jasmine.

"Hello, everyone," he said calmly. Then he frowned and called, "Grandma, would you mind not raping Claire right now. I have some important news to share."

Jane instantly released her granddaughter and stepped back, but she gave the girl's tits one last squeeze. Michael looked back at the leashed Jasmine, who was nude and blushing as the whole family stared at her. He then looked back at Jane.

"Tell you what, Gran. I know it's been a long time since you've gotten any pussy, so why don't you take Jasmine her up to Cathy's room. She's yours now, and you can… I don't know, beat her tits or whip her cunt. Whatever you'd like."

"What?" Jasmine cried. "But you said I was going to your fuckhole!"

"Well, you are," Michael said with a sigh. "It's just that you're also going to be the family rape toy. Lower than even Claire, and that's pretty low. Anyone of them will be able to do what they like to you. You'll hate it, of course, but the abuse will be the only thing that gets you off anymore."

Jasmine began to cry. Jane quickly took the leash from Michael's hand, and said, "Thank you, Michael. You're so generous to your old Gran!"

"Master Michael," Michael said and patted her bottom. "Love you, Gran. Go have fun."

Jane flicked her tongue across Jasmine's cheek and tasted her tears.

"God, that's good," she said. "You're gonna cry a lot for me, you little fucktwat."

She tugged hard on Jasmine's leash, causing the girl to fall over, and then dragged her toward the stairs.

"I'm gonna beat your sexy little tits until they're blue," Jane's voice trailed off up the steps.

"Well, that's Gran for you," Michael said with a chuckle, and the rest of the family joined in. "So, big news! We all remember Mom's old boss right? That pretentious fuckwad that gave her a subscription to Vogue last year, instead of a bonus?"

There was a grumble from Amanda and her daughters.

"Well," Michael continued. "I had a chat with him, and he's agreed to make it up to her by putting his estate in my name. He'll also be paying me his salary from now on, as well as transferring his portfolio over to me. He said he'd be much happier living in the dumpster behind his office building. Something about money not buying happiness. I dunno. Anyway, good news is we're upgrading to a bigger place!"

"Oh, Michael," Sandy and Amanda said together. "That's amazing! I can't believe he'd do that for us!"

"Right?" Michael said. "I guess you just can never tell about some people. Anywho, thanks to this spot of good luck, we're going to move in this weekend. I just had to make some modifications to the place first. Who's the best Master, huh?"

"You are Michael," the family droned in unison.

"And to celebrate, Mom, I'd like to take you and Aunt Sandy upstairs and work on knocking the two of you up right now. How does that sound?"

"But, Michael…" Maria whined.

Michael turned to his younger sister and ruffled her hair, which made her blush, and assured her, "Don't worry, sis. Big brother's gonna push his cock up you soon enough. You've been waiting real patiently and playing with your cunt, just like you're supposed to, right?"

"Yeah," Maria said and sniffled.

"Okay, then. Why don't you come up, too, and I'll let you suck it for me before I breed Mom. How does that sound?"

Maria's voice rose to a hopeful pitch as she said, "Really?"

"Of course. You can even put it in her."

Maria nodded vigorously.

***

New Digs

Samandra loved her new home. There were so many things to love about it, not least of all Master Michael. Her son had really grown into his own, providing for the whole family. Not only his current family but the extended family he was creating by working daily to impregnate the lot of them.

The giant house, of course, wasn't the only thing that had required alterations to fit a family as large as theirs. Samandra had undergone a few changes, too. Her tits were larger, her asses rounder and it wasn't all a result of her swelling bellies. That was a big part of it, though. The biggest alteration was one that she didn't even notice, though she could see it every time she looked in a mirror. The fact that there were two of her, but they operated as one.

It was the same with her daughters, all the twins. They were a cohesive unit, feeling, thinking, and performing tasks in perfect tandem. But the pairs of twins could not have been more different from one another. Those that had once been Candice and Rachel, were now Randice. Samandra giggled each time she said the name because it sounded like randy, and she certainly was. The little bimbo liked nothing better than bouncing on Michael's cock, when she wasn't sucking pussy.

Darmine had fully embraced her Japanese heritage now. She barely remembered a word of English. Not that she needed to use her mouth for words. Michael said that was normal. Little Japanese nut holsters didn't need to do much with their mouth but lick, suck, or kiss. And Michael was always right.

As Head Cunt of the household, it was part of Samandra's duties to stop in on each of Michael's sluts every day and ensure they were behaving according to Master Michael's wishes. The next stop after the sets of twins was Cathy. Now a mind-wrecked goth lesbian, Cathy was currently servicing her girlfriend's cunt. Macy, meanwhile, was berating her for being a fake lesbian. Cathy always denied this, because Cathy hated cock. Unfortunately, Cathy's hatred of cock was the only way she could orgasm. And the only cock that would do it was Michael's.

After watching Cathy's humiliation for a few minutes and rubbing her cunt, Samandra moved down the hall to check on Claire. This wrapped up her check-in on Jane and Jasmine, as well. Her mother had both girls strapped to a wooden table in a 69 position, where they were sobbing into one another's wet cunts. Their legs were pulled up and bound together, exposing their puffy twats and teenage assholes. Jane stood nearby with a stopwatch and a taser.

"Four seconds," she said.

Samandra watched with interest as those second ticked away. Each second the girls licked at each other more desperately in an attempt to make the other one cum. With only a second to go, Claire did, squirting slick girl cum all over Jasmine's pretty face.

Jasmine, however, was unable to cum from anything but having her tits or cunt abused. Jane solved that problem by applying the taser to Jasmine's cunt for failing to cum from Claire's tongue. This caused Jasmine to screech into Claire's pussy and violently orgasm. Jane cackled merrily.

Samandra moved on to her final check-in of the day, Maria. Since becoming head cheerleader at her school, Maria had selected four of her squad mates to be her personal fuck toys. Of course, their older brothers had knocked each of them up. That was normal. It was how things were in Europe. An old world tradition. That didn't stop Maria from putting the girls to work sloppily eating her cunt or asshole after practice each day.

Naturally, once the girls started to show, they would be off the squad, but Maria would replace them with new girls from her college team once she started in the fall. It wasn't that Maria needed college. She was only there to be what Michael called, "The Wrecker." The Master really enjoyed watching girls with promising futures have those prospects destroyed by the shame and pain of being impregnated by their family members.

But that was a very normal hobby for a young man like Michael to have. It was a popular pastime in Europe, according to Michael. And Michael was always right.

Finished with her rounds, Samandra started toward Michael's personal playroom, where he spent the bulk of his time. She rubbed her bellies in anticipation of the upcoming birth. There was no feeling quite like carrying Michael's future slave in her tummy. The thought made her so wet.

Each of the girls felt the same, she knew. Except for Maria. Michael wouldn't knock her up until she was finished with college. Her role as "The Wrecker" required her to stay fit and on the cheer squad. Maria bitched about it, but she took out her dissatisfaction on her squad mates.

"Hello, Samandra," Michael said from behind his desk.

Samandra knelt at his feet, pulled his cock out, and kissed it. That was how Michael preferred to be greeted. He didn't care much for his slaves speaking unless spoken to.

"The breeding stock is doing well?"

"Yes, Sir."

Michael patted her head and said, "Now that everyone who needs to be impregnated here is, I'm going to be away for a few days."

"Yes, Sir."

"In a few months, we may need to move into an even better place," Michael explained. "I did some talking with a few folks. It took a while. Gradually, I moved up the chain and got an audience with the King of Monaco. He's abdicated the throne to me. There will be some transition time, but we'll make the move in due course."

Samandra couldn't help herself. She blurted, "King?"

Michael smiled. "Yes. King Michael. It sounds nice, right?"

Samandra nodded, staring up in awe and worship.

"The French Riviera is much nicer than here, and it has easy access to Europe. Lots of great things happen in Europe, you know."

Samandra nodded. She did know.

"Anyway, once the new slaves are born we'll need a place to begin a population center. I'll cement my legacy there. And yours. You'll be the queen. How do you like that?"

"Very much, Sir!"

Michael patted her head again.

"I think your future king could use a good cocksucking."

Samandra didn't hesitate. She pressed Michael's cock between both sets of her lips, just as he liked. Michael leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"I think I'm going to enjoy being the king," he muttered as he stroked the ring on his finger. "So many possibilities."