Competitive By Nature

All participants represented in this work are wholly fictional, and over the age of eighteen. This work required no small amount of editing from the original I published to my patrons, so I'd like to thank my lovely alpha readers for assisting me in getting it where it needed to go for wider publication.

Throb. Throb. Throb.

I awoke to the feeling of a hard cock, throbbing inside me, pulsing its load of warm, sticky DNA into my wet hole. I basked in the feeling, feeling the semen fill me, and begin to dribble out onto the sheets, around the short, thick cock already beginning to soften in my tight vagina. Even as I lay there, I felt it withdraw, shooting one more rope against the tangled hair of my bush before withdrawing back between my legs. I came to my senses, realizing my predicament, and rolled over to slap my husband.

"Joseph! Consent! Not okay!" I interspersed each word with a smack, but he just laughed, holding up his hands in a vain attempt to defend himself. I pulled up my panties, feeling his seed dripping out of me, furious at him. My sleepwear had been dropped to my knees, my tank top hiked above my breasts, still full and swollen with milk.

"Come on Michaela! How long has it been since we had sex? Didn't you have fun?" He grasped my wrists, preventing me from continuing to smack him, only releasing me when I managed to tousle his long black hair, getting his bangs in his eyes. He continued to laugh nonetheless, like it was some great prank to fuck your wife while she's asleep.

"We said not without protection, and not until I say!" I rolled away from him, rearranging my tits, and walking directly to the master bathroom to clean up the cum leaking from my freshly-fucked pussy.

"Don't act like you don't want another baby, I could feel how wet you were!" He grinned at my back, luxuriating in his post-orgasmic satisfaction. "Maybe we can make a Joe the Third this time, instead of naming it after your Dad." I turned and pointed at him, shaking my finger with venom.

"Still not okay! You're an asshole!" I stripped my sleepwear and stepped into the shower, satisfied despite my protestations.

He didn't know it, but Joe had just given me exactly what I wanted. I knew he couldn't resist my vulnerable pussy forever, and had been pointedly sleeping in just my laciest panties and cami for almost a week. I turned on a hot shower, and focused on trying to excise his sperm from my slit.

Since our son, Michael, was born a mere five months ago, I had been using postpartum fatigue to avoid my wifely duties, and lose as much baby weight as I possibly could. I caressed myself up and down, feeling a few stretch marks on my belly, but also the tight abs beneath them. My ass and thighs retained most of the fat, jiggling in a pleasant way against the warmth of the shower. My breasts were still producing ample milk for Michael, which took me from a 34C to a 34D over my pregnancy, something Joe had appreciated.

"Don't forget, we're hosting the game today! You've got like, two hours." Joe called from the walk-in closet, not even bothering to wash the scent of my birth canal from his cock. I rolled my eyes, like I could ever forget 'the big game' after he'd badgered me about it all month.

I ignored him, and started to prepare my body, shaving my legs, trimming my bush back to a tasteful triangle on my pubic mound, pointing downwards towards my tight mommy hole. I heard Joe running the house while I took care of myself, dressing, hustling out in the kitchen, preparing Michael's bottle, and chatting inanely with his son. I smiled sadly to myself: for all his faults, Joe was a good father, part of why I had chosen to stay with him. It almost made me regret cuckolding him in his own home.

Almost.

I finished my skincare routine, and stepped out, drying myself and heading to the walk-in.

It's important to get this right. I thought to myself as I browsed my selection, running my hands down my smooth legs as I selected my garments for the day.

First: my panties, soft and black with thick straps and no lace. More importantly, an integrated dildo, ridged and ribbed, but thin, designed to hold sperm inside and give cum a place to funnel rather than to stretch and pleasure my hole. I slid it up inside me, moaning despite the relatively small size, enough to rile me up for the day ahead. I paired it with a set of tight black lululemon leggings, and a matching strappy sports bra as a faux tank top. The leggings weren't prepared for my ass, and the bra was a little too small for my new bust size, but I figured they would only enhance the seductive effect I desired. Finally, I snagged my phone, seeing several missed texts light up the screen.

Thinking about you... My uncle, Ray.

Can't wait to see you today, excited for the game? Michael, my father, and my son's namesake.

Yep, super pumped! My brother, Alan, in reference to my reconfirmation that he would be at our house today.

I smiled to myself, and sent them all the same response, before sliding my phone into the tight slit of the pocket on my form-fitting pants. It buzzed several times with their replies.

My question: Do you want to make another baby? I didn't bother checking, their answers were always going to be an enthusiastic Yes!

An hour and a half later, people started to show up. The spread Joe had ordered was extensive, and very unhealthy, but typical for his fun-loving attitude. We'd invited a few dozen people, but with friends, significant others, and a smattering of kids, we maxed out at almost 50 people who said they'd be attending.

Cars were parked all the way down our quiet suburban street, but luckily most of our neighbors were in attendance (hopefully avoiding an HOA warning). My husband had set up TVs on the back porch, the kitchen, and the living room, all tuned to the same football game.

To be honest, I didn't really have good context for what made this particular football important, or why so many people (men in my life in particular) were so dedicated to watching it. I took the opportunity to see my friends and family, but made a mental note to look up the rules of the game before little Michael was old enough to express interest.

I was standing in the kitchen, sipping wine (my favorite aspect of not being pregnant) and chatting with a neighbor, when Ray arrived. He strode into the kitchen, broad shouldered, with greying brown hair and sharp blue eyes.

He was unfortunately followed by his wife, sauntering in after him with all the air of an uptight bitch. I wrinkled my nose, I didn't know he was bringing her. We didn't usually see eye to eye - I think she could somehow sense my lust for her husband, and she was younger than me by a couple years at 25, a trophy wife for Ray at half his age. I excused myself from hearing about how X from down the street was breaking Y homeowners code with their bushes, and went to greet my uncle.

"Ray! Thanks so much for coming!" I set my nearly-empty glass down and embraced him, feeling his arms close around me, and my breasts pressing against his chest through my activewear. "Oh, and you brought Nicole! Lovely to see you too." I shot a barbed look over at her, her short blonde hair in a tight bun at the back of her head, her figure petite, shorter than my by a head and without my figure, lord knows how she convinced Ray to marry her. I admit, the sundress she was wearing highlighted her figure well, but that didn't make her less of a born narc.

"Heya kiddo, good to see you too." Ray replied, holding me close for perhaps a moment longer than strictly appropriate, I could tell he was thinking about my earlier text by the hard length pressing against the inside of his pants.

"Oh Michaela, you look great!" Nicole stated, almost dragging me off her husband to look me up and down, "You've got nearly all the baby weight off already!". A verbal backhand to my face, stinging me after all the hours spent in the gym. I reached out and rubbed her arm gently and smiled, putting all the venom I could muster into appearing the very picture of a polite hostess.

"I actually wish I kept a little more, men love having a little more to hold onto..." I flicked my eyes up and down her body. She looked great, but was bordering on too skinny, and she knew it. She smiled, and withdrew a little bit.

"I simply must have something to drink, we're only a few minutes away from kickoff!" Nicole bustled off into the crowd around us, all preoccupied with food and drink. I spotted Joe heading towards the living room, and caught his arm.

"Could you make sure there's enough cans in the cooler on the porch? I'm going to check on Michael." He nodded in a distracted way, and pushed out into the party. I turned back to my uncle, and caught his hand. "Do you want to meet him? We're keeping him away from the crowd for germs, but if you sanitize you can come into the nursery." Ray nodded with excitement.

"I'd love to!" He said, casting around, probably for Nicole. I began pulling him towards the nursery, away from the majority of the others, who were gathering around screens to watch the kickoff of the big game.

"Just family," I gave him a small smile, "I love Nicole, but want to expose Michael as little as possible." He acquiesced, and followed me to the nursery door. I nabbed the key from my rear pocket, and fumbled with the lock. We'd made sure to lock it just to avoid any accidental exposures.

I felt Ray's hand touch the small of my back, just for an instant, but the electricity made me clench down around the dildo still fully immersed in my vagina. I got the door open, and ushered him inside, casting about to make sure nobody was focused on us. I followed him after confirming that fact, and locked the door behind us.

The nursery was painted a gender-neutral yellow, with a crib, toy chest, rocking chair, changing table, full-length mirror, and a few other odds and ends for storage.

"So, where's my son?" He asked, craning his neck to look into the crib and finding it empty.

"Oh, he's with grandma, they're using Joe's office in the basement for a play-date." I said, moving closer to him, slowly pushing him back against the wall opposite the door, and reached up to cup the back of his head. "It's not like your wife needs to know that, but it gives us a few minutes." He hesitated, aware of my body pressing into him. I could feel his cock slowly hardening in his pants, pressing against my leggings.

"I... Are you sure..?" He asked, with some trepidation. I pulled him in for a kiss, tasting his mouth, our tongues meeting one another in incestuous union. Breaking our kiss, I stared up into his eyes, and dropped the bombshell.

"Joe fucked me today, bareback." His eyes widened, and I felt his hands grasp my waist, the right one traveling further down to cup my asscheek. "I tried to get his cum out, but I'm not sure I did," Ray started to peel my leggings off, taking my underwear with them, slowly sliding the dildo out of my vaginal canal, leaving me feeling empty, but sopping wet. "I need a better tool to make sure my next baby is-"

He kissed me again, and suddenly we were both stripping, skin-to-skin contact becoming the most important thing for both of us. Ray grabbed my hips and lifted me bodily, letting me wrap my legs around him, and aligning his penis with my vagina. My breasts flopped in his face as I felt him start to penetrate me, his cock much bigger than the dildo that had recently evacuated the space, stretching me out as he entered my sopping slit, making me moan with pleasure.

"-Mine!" He grunted, finishing my sentence as he slammed up inside me, pressing his full length up into my willing mommy hole. He started to use me, to thrust in and out of me like a fleshlight, my shapely body pleasing him like he hadn't been pleased since the last time we fucked, shortly before my delivery.

"The male penis *AH!* is designed to remove other semen from the vagina." I recited. I knew this sort of thing turned him on, the prospect of fucking a married woman while he was a married man, particularly his Niece. "B-breeding is more likely to occur for the second male..." I gasped, feeling him latch his mouth around my left nipple, while continuing to fuck my slit. Milk began to flow for him as his lips, tongue, and light nibbles stimulated my glands. "Fuck me in my husband's house, make another baby behind his back!" I could feel him drinking my fluids, and felt him increase his pace, frantically pounding my body as he passed the point of no return.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and clapped a hand across my own mouth to avoid screaming out in pleasure. His cock started to throb deep inside me, spraying rope after rope of cum up into my belly. His long, thick manhood pressed up into my tightness, and he grasped my ass hard enough to bruise, holding me helpless in the air as he spurted genetic material into my womb and drank my sweet lactation straight from my nipple.

"Yesss! Give me another baby! Make me pregnant!" I whispered hoarsely, extracting a few more spurts of his seed, milking him with my muscles.

"Fuck, you're so much better than Nicole..." He gasped, releasing my breast, milk dripping down his chin, withdrawing his cock from my pussy. I could feel his cum start to drip out of me, and looking down, spotted more behind his glans, perhaps Joe's, perhaps just excess arousal from me, but one thing was certain, I didn't intend to let it go to waste. I kissed him again, deeply, then licked my own milk from his chin and neck, tasting my sweet, thick fluid.

"She's such a bitch, I don't know why you married her..." I dismounted and found my pants, pressing the dildo back up inside my newly lubricated and filled vagina. My uncle watched me curiously.

"What's that for? Also, it's not like you were available to be my wife..." I pulled my leggings on, and found my bra sitting on the rocking chair. I wiped my nipple with a nearby kleenex before putting it back on, trying in vain to avoid milk-staining yet another garment.

"It's to make sure the right man gets me pregnant, obviously." I leaned over and grasped his penis, stroking it gently, then bringing it to my lips, tasting our shared copulation. I cleaned him off with my mouth, feeling another pulse of cum twitching out of his tip, eliciting a moan from my uncle. "I really want my next one to look like you too..." My belly felt full again, I was well on my way.

"Do you want to go again?" His cock throbbed and bounced in front of me, tantalizing me to say 'Yes!', to spend the whole party fucking, but I shook my head.

"We need to get back, there's no way we won't be noticed if we miss the whole first half!" I admonished. Ray snorted in response, but started to pull his pants back on, getting himself reorganized. I preened myself in the mirror, making sure there were no telltale dribbles visible on my leggings.

"We're probably not even a minute into the first quarter..." He sidled up behind me, and licked the side of my neck, all the way up to nibbling my ear. I moaned, and pressed my ass back against him, wanting him back inside me, feeling the lust in his pants as well. I turned back to him and kissed him deeply, breaking it only as we heard a rap on the door.

"How long is this game? A minute? I thought it was just two halves!" I strode to the door, double-checking to make sure that we were presentable. I unlocked and opened it, unsurprised to see Nicole, clearly agitated to see me alone with her husband.

"What are you guys doing?!" She exclaimed, an accusatory note creeping into her voice as Ray joined me in the door. I could feel my uncle's saliva drying on my neck and ear, and his cum pooling against the plug in my vagina.

"Just meeting Baby Michael." Ray stated matter of factly, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. After all, who would question that at a family gathering?

"Sorry Nicole, didn't mean to sneak off on you!" I smiled at her with some satisfaction, the taste of her husband's penis, and dregs of the seed it spurted still in my mouth. She narrowed her eyes at me, but didn't object, she knew it wasn't worth accusing me of anything unless Ray backed her up.

"No big deal, I just couldn't find you guys..." Nicole said, stepping back from the door. I was about to fire back something snarky, something vindictive, or both, but Joe arrived, saving her from another barbed comment.

"Everything okay? You guys are missing a great drive!" He exclaimed. Suddenly Ray was all business (or rather, sports) and joined my husband in walking back to the living room, animatedly discussing downs and coaches, quarterbacks and balls. I gave Nicole another sweet smile, and joined her in the hallway.

"You'd better get back, those wings aren't going to eat themselves!" I leaned in, whispering into her ear, "Maybe a little meat will help your dead bedroom..." I patted her on the back, as if twisting the dagger of self-doubt and self-consciousness into her, leaving her open-mouthed and furious in my wake as I rejoined the party.

It didn't take long for my next target to enter the picture. I refreshed my glass, and stood behind the couch adjacent to the door to Joe and my room, eyes glazed over as I watched large, bulky men hit each other on the TV. The friends and neighbors around me exclaimed, oohed and ahhed as indecipherable action took place. As I felt the alcohol start to go to my head, I realized that I really didn't have any idea of what was going on.

I felt someone creep up behind me, their penis pressing between my soft, athleisure-cushioned asscheeks. I turned my head, expecting Joe, but seeing my brother Alan, instead. He laughed at my surprise, and lifted me off my feet in a bear hug, swinging me around and spilling my wine. I swatted at him and admonished him for the dark red droplets hitting my floor.

"Hey! You're spilling my drink you asshole!" He dropped me back to the floor, even as others around us also laughed and/or tittered at the interaction.

"Hey Sis, you're the one who didn't put it down." He held up his hands in a slightly mocking, slightly mollifying gesture, his shock of brown hair framing his innocent blue eyes. I scrambled for napkins, trying to avoid a runaway carpet stain. Another woman joined me on my knees, and I looked up.

"Oh, hey Tess, are you still with this loser?" I gestured towards Alan with some amount of venom, but the sandy-haired girl just laughed.

"Even better than 'with' him, we finally set a date for the wedding!" I stifled a grimace. They were only nineteen, a full eight years my junior, yet had already gotten engaged the year before. It looked like they were on a collision course for a young marriage before they'd even had a chance to experience the world. Tess was a nice girl, with a good rack and wide hips, she could do so much better than my brother.

"I'm so happy for you two! I expect a 'save the date' for the fridge!" Tess snapped up towards Alan and glared.

"Someone was supposed to bring a stack of them today, but 'forgot'..." Alan shrugged his shoulders in a pointedly innocent way. I could tell he was still erect, and gave him a meaningful look: get it in check or you'll blow our cover. With most of the wine soaked up, Tess climbed to her feet, and grabbed his elbow.

"Now if you're done bothering her, we have beer pong to win!" She dragged him towards the back patio, where Joe had set up a long table for the game. Alan gave me a look of longing, and gave a 'one minute' gesture, letting me know he'd be back. I sighed, those two weren't destined for success...

"Those two aren't destined for success..." I turned to see my father, Michael the First, had sidled up beside me, a wide smile framed on his salt and pepper beard, his brown hair wispy above his bright, intelligent blue eyes.

"Daddy!" I embraced him, feeling his arms wrap around me, the safety of my father's embrace warming my heart. "Thanks so much for coming!" I broke our embrace and ran my fingers through his beard.

"With new facial hair." he grinned at me, then feigned looking around, high and low around the other partygoers. "Where's my grandson? Is Junior around here somewhere?" I rolled my eyes, nothing boosts the ego like getting a child named after you.

"If you don't traumatize him with that rat's nest on your face, you can meet him." I reached down and squeezed my father's cock through his pants, leaning in to whisper to him. "And we can make another as long as you're quick."

I didn't need to tell him twice, and we tumbled into the nursery, undergoing the unlocking and locking rigamarole once again, the yellow room warmed by the afternoon sun. Instead of looking toward the crib as Ray had, Daddy turned to me, grasping my ass through my leggings as I finished locking the door. He then pushed me up against it. I didn't resist as I felt his breath on my neck, his cock pressing in between my cheeks, and his hand snaking down the front of my pants.

"You don't tell me how to fuck." He whispered in my ear tersely, "You just get fucked." I felt his fingers tease my clitoris, and moaned lightly, clenching around the dildo up in my pussy.

"Yes Daddy..." I replied, aware of what he wanted. We'd been fucking for years, starting way before I went off my birth control, and continuing up until my due date.

"I'm going to pump another baby into your belly." I turned my head and kissed my father, until he abruptly grasped my throat, leading me into the nursery and pushing me onto my knees next to the crib, releasing my throat and undoing his belt. I stared up at him while taking off my bra, letting my thick breasts bounce free. "But first you're going to serve." His cock flopped onto my face, thick and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I knew from experience what he wanted, and opened my mouth, feeling his cockhead enter between my lips. My mouth was watering, and I tasted his musk, his precum mixing with my saliva as he pushed back over my tongue.

I felt his hands grasp my head, and relaxed just in time to feel him push my head forward, forcing his cock deep into my throat. Despite myself, I choked on his long, thick penis, even as he started to fuck my face in earnest. Saliva bubbled out from my mouth and nose as he thrust in and out, groaning as I pleasured him. I wasn't the mother of his child, I wasn't his daughter, in this moment I was just a hole to fuck, an oriface for him to use in the nursery of his grandson-son.

I tried to breath through my nose despite the combination of saliva and pre-cum filling my mouth and airway. This is what he liked, sexually dominating me, seeing his subservient child struggle to take his full, throbbing length. I coughed, my throat constricting around the member that made me. Feeling me choke around his incestuous cock, he increased his pace, his stance wide, gripping my head firmly as he slammed my dripping mouth.

"You're. So. Fucking. Tight!" He punctuated each word by slamming into my mouth. I couldn't possibly respond with him still fucking my throat, but I don't think he wanted me to, his words were more for himself. To my surprise, he didn't finish inside my throat, even though I could feel how close he was. Instead, he withdrew from me, long strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his throbbing penis.

I gasped, my jaw still hanging open for his use, but suddenly able to breathe again. My throat was raw, my lips swollen by his use, and unbidden tears were running down my face. I coughed, hands on my knees as I tried to clear my airway, even as Dad circled around behind me.

"D-daddy, I-" I started, but he forestalled me, gently pulling my hair back behind my ears.

"It's time to breed, Mic, I'm going to bend you over and plant another child in your womb." He stated matter-of-factly. I knew there was no point in protesting, no concern over the noise we were making or how long we'd been absent from the party. I pushed myself up and removed my leggings and panties, gasping as the slickness of Ray's cum lubricated the dildo sliding out of my tight hole. I bent back over on my hands and knees, like the daughter he had taught to army crawl when I was younger. Hoarsely, I tried to explain the seed dripping from my vagina.

"Joe fucked me earlier, I need your cock to-" I gasped as he cut me off, mounting me from behind and sliding his cockhead into my birth canal. He unknowingly used his brother's warm, virile cum as lubricant, pushing deeper inside me, stretching me with the girth that has been throbbing in my throat a moment ago.

Just as with Ray, the glans of the penis acted as a scoop, removing a portion of the excess incestuous seed which had been pooling in my hole, an evolutionary advantage to try and make his the baby which would implant in my womb. He reached forward and pushed me from my hands down onto my elbows, giving him a better angle to penetrate his little girl.

He started to thrust, faster, harder, and the room was filled with the slapping sound of our copulation. I moaned, and hastily covered my mouth as I felt his cockhead nestle against my cervix, his length penetrating to the very deepest part of my vaginal canal, again and again. He pushed me further, down onto my face and chest, and I could feel carpet burn starting on my knees and bare breasts. I pressed my face into the carpet and moaned in pleasure, aware of him grunting behind me. I prayed there was an important play on the TV, something to distract the guests from the excessive noise we were making.

"Here it fucking comes, here comes another baby!" He hissed between thrusts. I felt his cockhead swell inside me, blood throbbing through his member as he began to lose control.

He grasped my hips and pounded my pussy with reckless abandon. I felt his orgasm crash into him like a wave, his body tensing with pleasure as he began to fire his genetic material into me, plunging fully inside to ensure he was as close to my womb as possible. I cried out, whimpering with happiness as I felt my father spurting deep inside my body, rutting with me like an animal desperate to pass on its DNA. His sperm mixed with those of his brother still inside me, all seeking my vulnerable eggs, seeking to impregnate me with an incestuous child. I was sure one of them would get there, even if I couldn't get time with Alan.

The contents of his balls spent, my father withdrew from me, a waterfall of semen dripping from my hole, sliding down my shuddering leg onto the carpet. I remained in place, feeling my kegel muscles shudder from the sudden departure of my Dad. I was dimly aware of him standing, grabbing his pants and putting them back on.

"We made a cute kid, I hope we can keep trying for another, Mic." I choked out a few words to the affirmative, my throat still raw from his fucking.

"Y-yes Daddy, he looks just like his father, just like you..." He smiled down at me, then went to the door, unlocking and slipping out as I recovered from my rough breeding session.

I reached up and locked it again, shakily climbing to my feet, pulling up my panties and sliding the dildo back up inside my pussy to retain as much cum as possible. I grabbed a few kleenexes, wiping my face and thighs up as best as I could, and trying to get the cum out of the carpet.

Then I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. My eyes were visibly red, with mascara running down my face, my lips visibly swollen, and my nose was still running even after blowing it several times. My knees were covered by my leggings, but I could feel them burn, and the sports bra couldn't fully cover the redness from my Dad's punishing style of lovemaking.

The things I do for incest... I sighed, and continued to try and clean myself up. My hips were sore from two men in a row using my body to please themselves, my upper respiratory system clogged with my Dad's precum and also sore from his oral fixation.

Looking almost presentable, I went to the door, unlocking and creeping out of it.

"What were you guys up to in there?" I jumped at the question, Nicole looming out of the shadows like a vengeful phantom. I gasped, and put my hand on her arm.

"Nicole! Goodness, you gave me a start!" I smiled at her, hoping my cleaning efforts had been successful. "I was introducing Baby Michael to his namesake!" I gestured out into the party, "Senior had to get back to the game, but Junior wanted some Mommy Time..." Nicole snorted at my explanation, clearly unconvinced.

"You guys were being awfully loud in there just 'introducing' him..." She narrowed her eyes at me, and reached up to my hair, withdrawing her hand, she rubbed her fingers together, a slick layer of precum between her thumb and forefinger. "What is..." I forestalled her, bringing my hand up to the spot I'd missed cleaning.

"Sorry, a leftover from my skincare routine this morning." I took the remaining fluid and rubbed it on my arm, "Just some lotion that must've gotten in my hair!" I could tell she wasn't buying it, but I didn't really care what that bitch thought. I shouldered past her towards the bathroom, even as I saw a look of revulsion cross her face as the possibilities ran through her head. She could be grossed out all she wanted, she wasn't getting nearly as much action as I was.

Once safely ensconced in the bathroom, I washed my face, careful to remove any further genetic material from my hair. I briefly considered cleaning off my leggings, as they had a few streaks from the cum which had dripped out of me when my father finished, but decided against it, confident that nobody would be able to tell. Leaving the bathroom minutes later, I almost walked straight into Tess, my brother's girlfriend. She was pale, and in a rush towards the bathroom.

"Hey Tess, are you okay?!" I exclaimed, but she ignored me, more focused on her gastrointestinal distress more than my presence. She slammed the door behind her, and I heard the sound of retching from within. I felt bad for her, but couldn't deny the opportunity that had readily presented itself to me. I caught Alan as he rounded the corner from the kitchen/living room, clearly following his girlfriend after her hasty retreat.

"Did you see my girlfriend come through here?" He asked, looking back in the direction of the bathroom. I looked around for Nicole, but she was no longer lurking near the nursery door. A few other partygoers were milling around chatting, clearly disinterested due to the score of the game being... Something... "She had a little too much to drink, the beer pong disagreed with her-" he grimaced, clearly anticipating holding her hair and fetching her water for the remainder of the event.

"She's fine, I need you." I said, seriousness evident in my voice as I grabbed my little brother's arm. He leaned in, clearly still distracted by Tess' predicament, but concerned by my level of urgency.

"What? What's wrong?!" He exclaimed as I dragged him by the arm into the nursery. He was used to me bossing him around, my eight year seniority giving me the older sister credentials to dictate his actions. I pushed him inside, and locked the door once again behind us. Alan looked around with confusion, "Where's the fire?" he joked nervously.

I grinned and drew closer to him, staring up into his blue eyes. I grasped his wrists and pushed his hands to my backside, the smooth fabric of my leggings enticing him, inviting him to squeeze his older sister's ass, which he did. My hands left him to caress my body, traveling up to his head bringing his mouth to mine, my tongue playing across his teeth, saliva mingling between us. He paused, slowly removing his hands and breaking our kiss, taking a step back, his face guilty.

"Mic, I-I can't." I could tell he was hard, could tell that he wanted me, and was teetering on the edge of his self control. I began to strip in front of him, tossing my bra towards the rocking chair and letting my titties bounce freely. I rubbed them together, plumping them taking a step towards him as he retreated.

"You can though. You did. We made one baby, why not make a second with your big sister?" I bent, removing my leggings, leaving only my panties and dildo in place, otherwise totally nude in front of the virile, hormonal young man.

"Tess- I love her, we're almost married already, I shouldn't have texted you back earlier." He protested, his back against the wall of the nursery as I approached like a queen lion, stalking its prey. My hands wandered to his belt, undoing it, and unzipping his jeans.

"You know it's not going to work out, you even called her your girlfriend instead of fiancée earlier, why not just let her go?" I said, my hand snaking into my little brother's pants, rubbing against his boxer briefs, feeling his teen cock throb in response. "You want me so bad, you love incest too much to be worried about some girl you're not related to." He gasped as I stroked him through the fabric, his mouth working wordlessly in protest before he found his words.

"No, she's- she's the one for me, we need to stop." But he made no moves to prevent my hands pulling his penis from his underwear, stroking it directly with my hands, feeling his blood throb, feeling his arousal heighten as I pleasured him.

"She's in the bathroom right now." I said, pressing close to allow his cock to press against the soft skin of my belly, above my panties, right where our next baby would grow. "She needs you, she wants your help while she's sick." I stared up into his eyes as I jerked his cock against my bare navel, practically watching his will erode in front of me. "But if you stay here with me, you don't have to fuck with cleaning up her vomit." I increased my pace, while sliding his pants and underwear down, leaving them around his ankles. "You just have to fuck me, to put another incest baby inside me like you know you want to." My little brother's mouth lowered to mine, and I felt his breath on my lips.

Our tongues met, and I sucked on his, playing across his teeth while I continued to masturbate him. He broke off and moved further down to my neck. I smiled, I knew I had him, I knew he was mine.

"You're going to break up with her, you're going to fuck me whenever I call." I heard his breath hitch, but started to suck my neck, his mouth pressing my skin against his teeth, marking his territory, making hickey after hickey on my fair skin. "Now you're going to plant a child in my womb." I let him continue making hickeys for a few more minutes, enjoying the ticklish sensation, but I was still cognizant of the time.

I stepped back, pulling him by his cock to the open floor. He tore his shirt off as I did so, and willingly dropped to his knees, then to his back, laying in the nursery, his erect penis throbbing in my hand. I removed my panties, feeling a steady drip of cum with the removal of the dildo. I straddled him, pressing his cock against my slit and rubbing his father and uncle's seed up and down his length to lubricate him.

"God you're so wet!" he breathed, staring up into my eyes as I grinned down at him. I aligned him with my vaginal slit, then pressed down on him, taking his cock up into my body. He was similar to my father, but young and horny, not requiring me to choke on his dick to want to fuck me.

"You love incest so much, you can't even be faithful to your fiancée." I worked his teen cock into me, easily lubricating his length with both my arousal and the leftover cum from my last two amorous encounters. He gasped as he was fully immersed in my vagina, his cockhead tapping against my cervical opening. I started to bounce up and down on him in earnest, dropping close for a kiss, and to whisper into his ear.

"You're mine, I'm yours, we only fuck each other, like brothers and sisters should." His cock was throbbing inside me, excited, aroused despite his leftover trepidations. I increased my pace, working his sensitive tip quickly, planting my hands on either side of his head. He moved his head down, his mouth latching around my right nipple, stimulating my breast, making me moan. I reached down to work my milk ducts, giving him spurt after spurt of rich, sweet breastmilk.

"Mmh!" He moaned in half-surprise, half-arousal as he tasted the rich fluid from my chest. I felt his cock throb inside me, and I bore down upon him, working him quickly, with urgency, needing to feel his nineteen year old sperm swimming up into my belly. I hissed into his ear as I felt his member begin to swell in my birth canal.

"Give me another baby! Your seed is mine!" He moaned against my titty, and released his virile load, unable to keep his lust for his sister contained anymore.

His penis spurted, flooding me with cum, rope after rope of teen seed filling my womb as I moaned with pleasure. As he continued to fire sperm uncontrollably, groaning and moaning as I filled his mouth with milk, I smiled in triumph. Three family members in a single day wass a new record for me, it would truly be up to fate to determine which of them succeeded in impregnating me, in giving me the next incest baby I craved. I continued to rock on Alan's softening length, knowing we could go again, but doubting we had the time. He stopped sucking my nipple, and gasped, milk dripping down his chin.

"Fuck Mic, that felt so good..." He grunted, a last rope of cum exiting his balls as I lifted off him slowly, grabbing my dildo and returning it to my hole before too much cum slid out. I dismounted him and began to gather our clothes, tossing his stuff towards him.

"Damn straight, you love your sister's pussy, don't you?" He nodded enthusiastically, and I smiled, satisfied that I had molded him to my desires. He gathered himself, running a hand through his brown hair after he pulled his shirt back on. I readjusted his locks, preening my little brother.

"Your baby looks just like his daddy." I took his hand, and moved it to my belly. "So will his future sibling." Alan leaned in to kiss me again, and we spent a minute making out, exchanging incestuous saliva as easily as our other bodily fluids. I broke our exchange and sighed. "Go take care of Tess, don't break up with her here, do it later." Alan hesitated, but I caught his chin and forced my tongue back into his mouth for a moment. "It's for the best." I stated, matter of factly. She was too good for him, and I needed his cum to myself. It would be hard, but I was certain he would forgive me once he held the next incestuous baby from my belly.

"Okay..." He muttered, and walked towards the door. I finished reclothing and nodded, allowing him to unlock the door and leave the nursery, pulling it to. I walked towards the exit as well, but was shocked as it opened fully again in front of me.

"What. The. Fuck? Michaela." Nicole again, a busybody if I've ever seen one. She was gesturing towards my neck, the obvious hickeys which hadn't been there a few minutes ago when we'd last spoken. I sighed, and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the nursery and closing the door behind her.

"Congratulations, Nicole, it's exactly what you think it is." I clicked the lock shut and rounded on her, giving a wide gesture as if to say 'what are you gonna do about it?'. Nicole's face was conflicted, part disgusted, part angry, perhaps part surprised by my immediate admission.

"Y-you've been fucking my husband- your uncle? Your father? Your fucking BROTHER?!" She exclaimed, each individual seemingly more revolting to her, but also tinged with something else. Excitement? Envy? I advanced on her, causing her to retreat, her back pressing against the wall I'd pinned my brother to a few minutes before.

"Yeah, I have, what's it to you?" I was grim, knowing this could ruin my life, but also sensing an ulterior motive. There was something which wasn't just malicious in Nicole's tone, something that felt exploitable, almost familiar. She was a few years my junior, and had the same innocence, the same baseline submissiveness I recognized from my youth. As opposed to being a rival, or at least an annoyance, perhaps I had misjudged Nicole. Perhaps, she was someone I could use, someone I could mold like I had Alan.

"I-it's wrong! It's incest!" She exclaimed, like I didn't already know. I stood uncomfortably close to her, my stance wide to trap her, to box her in.

"It's only natural, Nicole. Maybe if you embraced your natural side you wouldn't be stuck with a dead bedroom." Nicole's eyes widened, and once again, multiple emotions flashed across her face, anger, sadness, fear, I could read her like an open book.

"Maybe if you- if you kept your legs closed my husband wouldn't- you wouldn't-" She sputtered.

"I think it turns you on, Nicole. I think you love being a little cuck, feeling so victimized, so high up on your horse." She opened her mouth again, but before she could speak I grasped her face in both hands, and held her in place as I brought my mouth to hers in an unanticipated kiss. She made a small sound, a single whimper as my tongue invaded the younger woman's mouth. Then she gave in.

I knew it, a dirty little sub. I thought, smiling into her mouth as I plunged my tongue in and out, running my hand to the back of her head, releasing her blonde, no, dirty blonde, I marveled at the mix of colors, the subtle variation in shades as I released it from her bun. I grasped it and pulled it harshly, hearing her make another sound, a gentle "Oh!" muffled by my mouth still fixed to hers. I broke off, nuzzling against her face as if in apology.

"You're so s-soft." She stuttered. I merely smiled, catching her chin and giving her a gentle, loving kiss, before whispering, my lips almost brushing hers.

"I wasn't kidding about my skincare routine, I'll send you an article." She giggled, and I brushed my hand through her hair, momentarily removing my forehead from hers to watch her gorgeous locks flow. A sudden shock to the system, a sudden freeing from the shackles of her enforced conservatism, her WASPish temperance falling away from my ministrations.

"You're so beautiful, I've always thought so..." I mused, earlier quarrels forgotten in an instant of pure, instinctive arousal. Nicole's hands found my hips, and she slowly moved her hands to my ass, squeezing through my leggings, feeling my pilates MILF ass.

"What- what now?" Her voice quavered with trepidation, and with unconcealable excitement. I smiled, feeling her explore my buttocks as my own hands snuck under her dress, creeping up under the hem, I found her lacy panties below.

"I have a few ideas." I breathed, I could tell she was smooth-shaven, perfectly soft and hairless, her gorgeous skin frisson with excitement beneath my fingers. I bit my lip as I pulled them down, feeling her step out of them, kicking off her heels as she did so, a complete inversion from the uptight bitch she was mere moments before.

Her hands traveled up my body, peeling off my bra to reveal my large, full breasts.

"Who did this to you?" she gasped, seeing the rug burn on my chest, and the hickeys on my neck. It was my turn to giggle.

"Oh this is nothing, they couldn't be as rough as they wanted because we were so short on time." I pulled her dress up to her hips, and slid one hand up her thigh, closing the distance between us to 'intimate' once again.

I forced her thighs open to me with a little resistance, despite her excitement there was also a little reluctance. My questing hand found her slit, already sopping wet, her folds gorgeous and tight. I slid a finger up her labia, beading it with her arousal and resulting in a shiver from tip to toe, then encountered her clit, eliciting a moan.

"I promise I'll be gentle." I moved the finger back down, and pushed it inside her pussy, feeling her flower opening to my intrusion. She was extremely tight.

Ray hasn't been performing his husbandly duties, I mused, smiling as I worked my finger in deeper, covering it with her vaginal fluids.

"Mommy!" she moaned as I entered her depths. I almost laughed, but I held it in, Subs need to be handled with care, after all. I brought one hand back up to her head and stroked her hair, whispering into her ear.

"Yesss, I'm going to take care of you, I'm going to make you feel good." She needily pushed her hips against my hand, mouth open, her eyes begging me to finger her tight hole. I continued my actions, my other hand pulling my leggings and panties down, sliding my dildo from the depths of my own vagina. She gasped as I lifted it for her to see, semen covering it from tip to base, the ridges and texturing allowing sperm to live on its surface.

"Is that-" she started, but I closed her mouth with my own, watching her eyes widen as I replaced my finger in her pussy with the toy. It slid into her easily, and she moaned as she felt it stretching her, carrying its genetic payload all the way into the depths of her cervical opening. I broke our kiss and directed her mouth down to my breast, flooding her mouth with my sweet milk.

"We're going to get you pregnant, you're going to have my baby, by way of one of my sperm donors." She moaned into my nipple as I thrust the dildo in and out of her, thumb rubbing her clit as I did so, making her shudder, building her orgasm.

I swapped the phallus to my own opening, coating it with another layer of slick sperm, before returning it to her depths, quickening my pace. I felt her tremble, waves of pleasure crashing through the younger woman, but I held her fast, continuing to fuck her with my toy.

"Cum for me baby, feel their sperm swimming up inside you!" I stroked her hair as she came, over and over again, a handful of small orgasms in quick succession. She broke her mouth away from my nipple, softly moaning as her pussy contracted around the silicon inside her.

"Oh god yes! Knock me up!" Tears fell from her eyes, more pleasure than Ray could ever provide rushing through her body. We sank to the floor together as she gasped, legs trembling in exhaustion and ecstasy.

I left the toy fully inserted inside her, and stroked her head, letting Nicole rest against my breasts as she shook in the afterglow. I whispered into her ear:

"You're coming back every weekend, while Joe is at golf." I kissed the crown of her head, my sub, my fertile, breedable hole. "And you're not going to tell anyone about what happened today." I nipped her ear to emphasize this point, resulting in another small gasp. "It's time to get out of here, I'm going to leave this inside you, but it's going to take a lot more cum to make sure you're pregnant." I gathered Nicole to her feet, her eyes bright and needy, watching me as we reclothed, pulling her panties up to keep the toy in place inside her tight little slit. I kissed her, then sent her out of the nursery, back to the party.

I was still sore from three men having their way with me, from their unknowing competition to make another incest baby inside my womb, but I had gained more than a little from the day- my competitive nature the real highlight of the big game, although my party guests would never know it.

Altogether, a very good day.