Sleep Paralysis Screamin'

Author's note: I guess I like writing horror? I did not know that about myself. This one's a little bit scarier than the last one, I think. Hard to judge when I'm the one that wrote it. Be warned.

***

Six nights in a row it had happened, and I was wrung out like an old dishrag. Every night it started the same, the horrid creature freezing me in place and slowly approaching from the edge of my vision, eyes full of hatred and all too human within its inhuman visage.

Imagine an elongated rabbit's face, anthropomorphized into something like a human, but still distinctly leporine (means "like a rabbit," I had to look that one up, but I'm sure I'll use it again). The nose was just a pair of slits, but the mouth was mostly human. Where you'd expect soft bunny fur, this thing is all pink human flesh, traced with veins of sickly black. More teeth than seemed possible, mashed into its mouth, each one flat and square, but those human eyes, perfectly normal looking in huge, deep set eye sockets. It was always dressed in a black suit vest and mismatched light blue pinstripe pants, both stained with grease (I hope it was only grease). It sported a single wicked claw, forward curving, nearly a foot long, on the pinky finger of each human hand, gleaming in the standby light of my computer. Its ears, also pink and fleshy, extend its height to a full eight feet.

Silently it creeps, even as I try to breathe, but it's like breathing through rushing water, always on the edge of panic. The first night, it only came a few feet into my room, but it drew closer night by night. The third night, it was by the foot of my bed, and my body was trying to hyperventilate, but even that was prevented. Restrained, I could only watch from the corner of my eye as it... didn't do anything. Just loomed by my feet until 4am rolled around, and I was forced back to sleep. But those three hours were agony, time stretching and accelerating at random.

I should've changed things, slept elsewhere, stayed up till morning, something. But I felt an overwhelming sense of dread at the idea. Like, if I did that, it would get worse, turn its attention to people less deserving of this treatment, perhaps one across the hall. So I suffered in silence. Not unnoticed, but unaddressed.

Night four, it stopped by my foot. As it got closer, my eyes were forced up and away, just slightly, so it was always only visible out of the corner of my eye. Cheating, I know. Seems like a bullshit ability, to be able to change where I'm looking. Yet it could control everything else. Every part of my body. Still, even with the shenanigans, more details were revealed. Those black veins in its skin were undulating, just a little. Were they painful?

I hoped they were painful.

From this distance, I was able to tell that its expression was changing, slowly, smoothly, and constantly, but only conveyed through eyebrows, that toothy grin, and the little quirks of its ears. It would go from joyful to angry to exultant to pouty to gibbering with madness. But each change of expression took minutes, and by the time it was settled on one, the next shift had already begun.

Night five, it stopped by my knee. An eternal hour it camped there, shifting only in facial expression, the claws, like a rooster's spurs, visible and deadly. I idly wondered if those were its weapons, or just decor. Something shiny for the eye to focus on.

Night six, it sat on my bed. Not touching me, but close, and my eyes were forced to look up, hard, to the top of my head. I saw bits of flesh between its teeth, seeming to appear in great detail despite my eyesight being forced elsewhere. I couldn't tell you what color the thing's eyes are, but I know there was a hairy lump of flesh in its teeth.

Every movement was so slow, like an eon gave birth to an epoch and they spawned millennia to bask in their glory, and all the while the rabbit creature moved its arm, fleshy and smooth, across my body. One of those claws hooked my blanket and slowly pulled it down as all those eons died in its patience. I was fully uncovered, my nudity a mere afterthought to the plethora of organs it could now pierce without the armor of my thin blanket. Yet, just as had happened every night, it finished its final movement and I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock.

Sunlight streamed in from the window, and my clock chirped its hatred at 7:15 as always. As required.

I stumbled out of bed, got dressed, checked my door for the note paper that I knew would be there. A list of chores. I looked across the hall and saw my sister calmly check her own sheet.

It wasn't bad today. Mow the lawn, clean the gutters, weed the garden. Usual stuff. Other than the two of us, it was quiet in the house. Nobody else home, but that was expected. Routine. My mom would be at work, like clockwork in her precision as she served patients. A nurse, and one with an immaculate record, she was a machine, tirelessly serving those under her care until precisely the moment her shift ended.

My father would be at the cemetery. Still a corpse, unless the rabbit had something it wanted to say in that regard.

It was summer break, so on top of our chores list, we were required to keep up with an education list, but that was no big deal either. As much as I griped internally about the precision my mom required in her household, it was a safe and comfortable enough place to live. Needs were met, at least the physiological ones. Emotional ones, we were left to our own devices. Not explicitly, mind you, she just didn't offer comfort in those ways. We were allowed to remain in this house beyond our 18th birthday, but the demands increased as needed to serve the home, and rent may be required with no notice. I felt whiny sometimes, but it was really just my mother's eerie emotionlessness that bothered me. The rest was tolerable.

So there I was, 19-almost-20, friendless (though that was normal for me), looking across the hall at my 18-year-old sister. She blinked at me. It always felt taboo to talk before the lists were done, yet she did.

"You okay, Seb? You look like death."

Death was coming for me tonight. But I couldn't say that. "I'm okay, Sab." Innocuous enough, the dread didn't set in, yet her eyes tightened at the nickname.

Sebastian and Sabrina were our names. We called each other Seb and Sab for a long time, until my dad died and my mom stopped being real. It was a silly thing, but silly was okay back then. She still used the nickname sometimes, I never did. My use of it now...

I could see her analyzing me, cutting through the flesh and down to the marrow with her lovely, venomous green eyes to determine what it meant. She knew it was tied to me looking as worn out as I did. But I couldn't linger, couldn't give her more clues, lest the dread set in and the thing notice my one precious connection. I couldn't jeopardize her, not even at the cost of my life, yet I had reached out with the one word to see if she could save me. My death came for me tonight, in the shape of a bunny-human hybrid with long claws.

Would I be split open when they found me tomorrow morning? Filleted with brutal precision? Or would I be a mere corpse, untouched and lifeless as my father had been when his heart gave out? I knew it would hurt, there was no question of that. It would take its time, murdering me over the timescale of galaxies, birth to death. Maybe several of them, back to back.

My eyes widened involuntarily at the image of my death in my mind, and Sabrina noted it. Close to hyperventilating once more, I took my list and got to work. Slow and precise as mother required, I mowed the lawn until not one blade was out of place. Cleaned the gutters, first with a hand for debris, then with a hose, then with a power washer. I found the power washer was actually better on the second step, but creativity was not desired in these tasks.

It was noon by the time the garden was weeded to my mother's exacting standards, even though she wasn't home. One of Sabrina's chores was to cook nutritious meals for us, with the word 'nutritious' defined by my mother. We were vegans, not by desire or preference, but by prerequisite for living in this house. Not a spare ounce of body fat was tolerated, and our exercise routine was rigorous. "For longevity," my mother told us, eyes blank.

Sabrina found a way to slip SOMETHING delicious into the spaghetti squash today, and I moaned. Her grin was more rewarding than the food that made me moan. She was far too beautiful.

Yet despite her care with the food, her eyes watched me, pierced me again. Looking for clues that I wouldn't give, for her own safety. We were given free reign on where we ate, so long as we were clean about it, and it was an inordinately cool summer day. We ate under the shade of the old oak tree, the picnic bench situated there, just so, having only been used by Sabrina and myself over the past six years. So we were enjoying a quiet meal outdoors when a rabbit hopped into the yard. A normal one, made of fur and cuteness.

This was normal enough, there was a burrow of them under the next oak tree over, outside our fence. We hadn't seen one in over a week, and Sabrina smiled at the sight. Yet she noted my glare, the insistence of imminent death that my eyes declared upon the small creature. Had I any supernatural power whatsoever, that bunny would've died on the spot. Yet it hopped back out cheerfully, munching on a dandelion. Not a dandelion from MY backyard, lest I face my mother's wrath, but a dandelion nonetheless.

Sabrina remained silent. Contemplative.

So far for clues she had a bunny, my call for help, and my ragged appearance. To me, it couldn't be clearer, but that's not exactly fair. I widened my eyes at her again, and then left. To read some kind of book, as required.

I couldn't tell you what I read, I spent the next six hours fighting the urge to nap. I read a page and a half in total, describing the streets of London. I have no idea even what book I was reading. Ughhhh. Mom would be disappointed and require even more reading.

But probably the rabbit would have me first, so it was fine.

Waking from the briefest of naps, I stumbled downstairs to find my mom had come home. She was working through yoga poses to relax while Sabrina made some mushroom thing for dinner.

My tired eyes snagged on my mother's form, I'll admit. Call it a little bit of joy before the end. 39 years old and fit as an Olympian, my mom worked her way through a warrior pose before shifting to floor work. Some stretch I couldn't name on her hands and knees that was hyper distracting, the big butts that ran in the family tormenting me as always.

Was this why I was to be executed? These wicked thoughts about my family? I had a type, and it was my mom and sister precisely. Specifically. Sabrina had worn a flowy dress that hid most of her body, giving just little glimpses when a breeze blew; Mom wore the tightest of yoga pants, and I was convinced no panties in the world could fit under them.

"Good evening, Sebastian," she said with a rare smile. Yoga helped her remove the falsehoods, the caring persona, and she wasn't done yet. I would appreciate the warmth while it was here, though.

"Good day at work, Mom?"

She shook her head, her shoulder length black hair bouncing a little, "No. But being home is good. You did well on fixing up the backyard, thank you."

This kind of praise was rare, and I tried to bask in it to the best of my abilities. Hard to do when your body wants to shut down, and the end result was that I stared at her some more. She saw and frowned.

"You look like my patients."

Blink. Blink. "Pardon?"

"Bone tired, all of them, no one enjoys sleeping at a hospital. There's always a bit of mental lag." She gracefully popped up from the mat, walking over to me to inspect me. Oh no. I feared the dread might set in, that I might be putting her in danger, too, but I couldn't stop her. This was her work face, still, kind and warm. It could fall away to the machine at a moment's notice. Then it would be prodding and demands, veiled threats and insistence, on repeat until she got what she wanted.

"I'm fine, Mom." I insisted.

"Let's hope you're not, as the alternative explanation is that you were looking at your mother's bottom." She gave me a little smile that ended far from her eyes, and Sabrina coughed. Mom's tiny body, maybe 5'2" and slender, seemed to tower over me as she made me sit and inspected my face. My eyes. Behind my ears, under my tongue. Her finger touched a spot on my right temple, following it into the hairline, and began to sift through my hair, and THEN the dread set in. She had found something, and that wasn't good. "You have black veins under your hair, and one in your right eye. Do you feel this?"

She prodded a spot. It was tender, but I could barely begin to process a reaction. WRONG! My mind was screaming, and I watched her with wide eyes. She prodded again and I winced. She noted my reaction. I needed to get away, but she was standing between my legs as I sat on the couch. "Mom, I'm fine." I tried weakly.

"No." That was her full response, and she continued to inspect. In my mind's eye, the image of that bunny wrapped in human flesh was slowly coming into view, still out of the corner of my eye but I couldn't banish the image. It was not voluntary. It was getting angry.

There was a clatter at the stove. I glanced over to see Sabrina watching me with wide eyes, full of fear. "Something's h-" I had moved from the couch, scrambling over the back to not knock my mom down, and clamped my hand over her mouth in a fraction of a second.

"It's fine. I'm fine. I'm not hungry right now. I need to close my eyes. Pardon me."

I turned to move upstairs. Sabrina was still staring at me fearfully, but didn't stop me, and neither did my mom. The image in my head was now of the claw, infinitely sharp and in full focus. A pretty blonde head, laying down and facing away, but immediately known to me, was visible in the background behind the claw. Slowly approaching Sabrina, the threat clear. I was paralyzed with fear that my hyper perceptive little sister (apparently perceptive enough to sense my demon) had just signed off on her own death.

"No," I said with a surprising amount of steel ringing in my voice. "She knows nothing. Finish your work tonight, and it'll be over."

A flash of a grin, thousands of teeth packed into a mouth only a little larger than a human's, and then it was gone. I guess it would take my submission over complete anonymity.

My mom was at my door a few moments later, eyes blank, the machine in full. "You will visit the hospital with me tomorrow. I don't know what this is, but I will have someone look at those veins." Her tone allowed for no argument.

"Yes, Mom."

"Good. Be ready to leave in the morning, I'll take you with me to the hospital. You'll have to wait around a while afterwards for my shift to end." She shrugged, uncaring that I would be bored.

"Yes, Mom.

I noticed she was carrying a plate of food. She held it out to me. "Sabrina insisted."

That was all she said, she knew it was all she needed to say. As much as I was beholden to my mom, would do what she said out of obligation or to avoid conflict, Sabrina commanded me in truth. We had long cared for each other in the aching silence of our home. I got her to stop studying, go to sleep, on a regular basis. She made me eat when I forgot to do so. The machine left without a word, and I could almost hear the whirring of motors driving her motions.

I dutifully ate and went downstairs to clean my plate, not meeting any of the eyes that followed me, cold and distant or warm and concerned, and returned upstairs.

Like a statue, I sat on my bed and watched the clock. 6pm rolled on to 9pm, not in a blink but in a crawl. I felt every moment as a different dread slowly consumed me. Finally, it was bedtime, though we were permitted to stay up until 10pm during the summer. I couldn't stand the waiting, so I brushed my teeth and stripped down. Clothes were the enemy of sleep, in my mind, and so I slept in just a blanket.

Sleep came easily, somehow, covering me in its warmth, like a baby in his mother's loving arms. Like I had as a baby, before my mom turned off.

Yet the images that entered my mind as I drifted off were of Sabrina, looking lovely in her summer dress, and my mom in her yoga pants, stretching and twisting delightfully under my lecherous gaze. My erection throbbed even as sleep consumed me.

1am. As always, my alarm clock showed 1am when I woke, unbidden, eyes fixed on a particular spot of the ceiling. I was paralyzed, but that was par for the course. My breath came as if through wet blankets, on the verge of suffocating me but not quite.

And there it was, standing in the corner with its rictus grin. It seemed to have settled that ever-morphing expression on something resembling joy, fierce and cruel. My heart raced; it had been pounding faster and faster with each night, and the creature seemed to have settled on "so fast he might die" as the pace for tonight. My jaw was clenched, and my traitorous dick was hard. I couldn't control a single piece of my body, nothing aside from my thoughts, but it still felt like a betrayal. Who would be aroused by their impending demise? Yet it throbbed.

With exacting motions, so precise that it made my mother's artful movements seem like a seizure in comparison, it approached. It did this over the span of an hour, so slowly that I couldn't identify a specific motion, especially as I was forced to look at that one accursed spot on the ceiling. A piece of spackle, highlighted by the green standby light of my computer, in the vague shape of a rabbit. And out of the corner of my eye, the rabbit approached. The blackened veins were everywhere now, coursing across its face, its eyes, its teeth somehow. The metal of its pinky nail claws had taken on a reddish shine tonight, as if they had been reforged in blood.

2am. It was at my foot, uncovered at some point from the blanket. With a casual motion that only took a few minutes, it reached out and touched my foot with the pad of its index finger. The first contact it had ever made with me, as if to cement the fact that it was real, and that this was the end. Its eyes looked... teasing? The touch felt normal, like contact from anyone, just a simple pressure. Yet, without moving at all, that pressure changed to ecstasy, like an instantaneous orgasm localized in that fingertip. And then it disappeared, like it had never happened. I couldn't react, paralyzed as I was, but the new flavor of fear I now felt made that smile grow wider, ever so slowly wider.

My dick throbbed, and I somehow knew that the creature hadn't caused that one. It simply... allowed it. A response to the sensations it had forced upon me. A betrayal in truth.

Was that to be my death, then? Would it carve me open, and make it orgasmic? Play with those pleasure and pain centers in my brain until none of it made sense, for those billions of years that it seemed to have to play with me, until pain was pleasure was pain?

It began to move further up, trailing that finger along my foot and up my leg, agonizingly slow but never breaking contact. My blanket never seemed to be in the way, even though it should be. There was just more skin to touch, though it never triggered that ecstatic sensation again. It just let me feel the fear of knowing it could. As it moved, my eyes were forced up, slowly off of that spackle spot, to another, identical bunny on the ceiling. They were always identical, though not when I looked in the morning. Just the one, original bunny spot.

Oh God. Its finger was on my knee. Would it touch my dick? Would it trigger the ecstasy then? Would I be found the next morning, by Sabrina I'm sure, heart exploded in my chest, covered in my own cum?

The smile widened.

It arrived, my blanket having moved itself off of my left half entirely, and that horrible little finger lingered on my hip, an inch from my twitching cock. It curled its index finger and thumb, perfectly normal in appearance, into an O, the other three fingers, including the claw, sticking up. It looked like it might...

It flicked my dick. Somehow it was still slow, but delivered with momentum, and I wished to know how that worked. No ecstasy, no pain, just a teasing thump of my dick. Precum oozed out, and I have no idea if the bunny creature caused it or allowed it.

That was the first time anything or anyone had ever touched me there. It felt like something precious had been taken away.

The fingertip, and the creature attached to it, continued its inexorable march upwards, to whatever its end goal might be. Would it go for my face? My throat?

It reached my belly button, and the fingertip became two, fingers walking slowly like legs around the head of my dick as it rested just below my navel. Dipping into my navel, the precum that had been discharged there, smearing it around with each little step. More was released, though I knew the bunny caused it this time. Feeling my physiological responses ripped from me, as if I would be aroused by this thing, was an agony of its own. And that was the point. I deserved agony, true agony, of even a sexual variety, because of my thoughts. My urges. And they were so dark. How could I want them like I did?

I couldn't even leave Sabrina out of my dark desires, no, she was the centerpiece. My mother danced around the edges of my perverted mind, an idle fantasy, a campfire in comparison to the burning star of desire I held for my little sister. This was my punishment, I knew it to be true, and it was well earned.

The fingertips pressed deep into my navel, infinite in their strength, my flesh yielding until it had pressed two inches in. It released another pulse of that ecstasy into my guts. I could feel it as my stomach, my liver, my kidneys and skin, all clenched up in orgasm, each individual organ unique and distinct, a flavor of its own. Unable to even gasp, my breath still suffocating, I just rode those unwanted waves of pleasure. It released its power over my cock as it did this, and every twitch and throb was my own.

It stayed there for a horrid duration, the clock declaring it to be an entire minute that the little death rocked my innards. Only a minute, and the creature didn't even expand that time as it did on occasion. Yet the sensations were plenty to stretch time on their own, until my mind felt weak. Weaker, anyway.

Finally it moved on, withdrawing those fingers and returning to a single fingertip, slower than before. Its destination was close. No! Despite wanting my suffering to end, I knew my end would come with it. And before then, it would take its pleasure in my harm, stretching time in its slow torture.

3am. It reached its destination, finger resting over my sternum. Not my heart, specifically, that was a little off to the left in humans, but my center. My torture always lasted until 4am, it had been moving a little faster than usual today, to leave time to flay me. I watched the claw descend. It had kept the claw tucked safely away along its forearm, but it slowly curled the index finger down while extending its pinky. The blood red blade sang in the dark from that little movement.

The blade was set down over my chest. Not pressing, but making contact. It could kill me with a twitch, but that wasn't the point. It would spend the next hour murdering me, and I would never know what my corpse would look like. I guess none of us ever did, but not knowing was part of the torture. Would it allow my body to be displayed, clearly slaughtered by a supernatural being? Or would it make me whole, dead by mysterious causes?

Was I about to be forced to love every second of this? It could make me feel anything, by tweaking the neurotransmitters in my brain, presumably. Yet my mind was locked inside, no longer piloting the meat mech that made up my brain and body, and I could only feel horror as the sensations fed to me by my traitorous brain were in direct conflict to what they should be.

The claw began to press, with infinite patience, and... my eyes were released. No longer forced to look up--my eyes had almost been forced to roll back in my head to avoid looking at the creature directly--they reflexively relaxed. My eyes hurt, but that feedback was ignored as I got my first good look at the creature. None of the details changed, but were only filled in, and I made eye contact. Its eyes were the color of granite that had been washed in blood. Its grin was wider than my head now, wider than its own head. The image of Captain Crunch's disembodied eyebrows crept into my mind, and the creature was apparently displeased by the thought.

Cool, it could read my thoughts.

It pushed harder, just a little, and the little pindrop of pain was multiplied a thousand times, fracturing and bouncing around my brain, each little iota of pain morphing on its own schedule into blasphemous pleasure. The two mixed together at random, tearing at my brain, making me feel the edge of sanity. There was no end to it, and my sense of time was gone. I felt ecstasy as my blood poured out by the gallon, oceans of it, I felt pain as my lifeblood splashed around an empty infinite space, filling it and drowning me.

It. Fucking. Sucked.

And that was only the beginning. A single drop of blood. I could see in its eyes, making full eye contact with mine, how horrid and extravagant this experience would be. I saw the tension rise in that pinky finger, the drop of blood grew, and the pain/pleasure redoubled. That droplet was a planet covered in my blood as my skin orgasmed on that terrible blade. I screamed, but only in my mind. Still only the beginning.

SLAM!

My door crashed open and blonde locks flashed through the air, highlighted in the painful brightness of the hallway light. Sabrina dove, landing on me with her full weight, her body pressed along mine. She was clad in a sleep shirt, stolen from me. A silhouette in the doorway notified me of my mother's presence, arms crossed coolly as she observed.

But this was all in passing, observed in my periphery. I was too consumed by the scream of pain from the creature, and my own joy at being rescued. Sabrina had passed right through the thing, and now it stood... away. Not approaching, some three feet from my bedside. Glaring down at me with a hatred that was new. It turned those eyes to my sister, and my own hatred ratcheted up a thousand notches, matching and surpassing it. I stared my fury into its eyes, engaged that this creature could even THINK of harming Sabrina. I was still paralyzed, but I exulted in her touch, took joy in it, and it hissed. At some point, my breath had been released to me, and I breathed her in, her scent filling me fully, and my joy rose higher. It hissed again.

I grinned, in my head at least. I could hurt it. My joy was painful to it. It was tied to me, reveling in my misery. It made sense that happiness would be painful.

Sabrina was speaking, "I'm here, Seb. I felt it. Your pain. I can't see it, but I know something is here. I won't let it hurt you." She turned her head, "Mom! Check him!"

"Yes," the machine shaped like Marie Anderson said. Emotionless but competent, she strolled into the room, seizing my wrist in her hand to take my pulse. "Extremely elevated. If this has been going on for very long there is risk of strain or damage. We need to calm him down." Oh. Hopefully more than two hours straight wasn't too bad.

"How can he calm down? It's still here," Sabrina replied. "Right there." She gestured to the beast, the statue of rage, unmoving but threatening all the same, a few feet away from my mother.

She ignored Sabrina, "His heart rate hasn't changed AT ALL. Exactly the same, like a metronome."

"Seb? Can you move? Speak?"

I had my breath. I forced it out quickly, like a gentle snort.

"One for yes, two for no."

One outward breath, followed by two. It couldn't seem to regain control of that. Of anything it released. That was just my breath, eyes, and dick.

"Are you hurt?"

She was laying on the drop of blood, but it was just one pinprick. I breathed no.

"Is it moving?"

I flicked my gaze over. Yes! There, the claw was raising again, so slowly. Could it reach me from there? If it could, it would be able to enact its full fury, even with the simplest touch. The clock showed 3:06. Plenty of time for it to reach me before the 4am deadline, if that was even a deadline. I breathed yes.

"We need to move him," Sabrina said. "Can we?"

My hand ripped itself from my mom's hands, falling onto the bed with intense weight. That was new. My mom tried to pick it up again, but it wasn't budging. I couldn't quite tell because every move was so slow, but it looked pleased. Still shielding me with her body, Sabrina plucked at my other limbs, but they were stuck tight. I wished I understood the rules this creature played by, but I was stuck.

"He's locked down, Mom!" Sabrina said, in a panic.

My mom was blinking, processing the sudden change in gravity my limbs were experiencing. It was the first overtly supernatural thing that she had witnessed, if she was unable to see the creature. "We can't get him away from the thing then. I guess there's really a thing. So we... calm him down. His heart rate needs to come down. That's what I know."

"That thing will kill him!"

"Where is it? Here?" She gestured, and Sabrina nodded. My mom fearlessly walked over and stood in the same space. They were superimposed, and she was occasionally lost in its body. My heart was in my throat, but she was unharmed. "Nothing." She moved away.

"Seb, is it still moving?" I breathed yes. The claw was fully extended, out from the rest of the hand. "We need to... stop it? Somehow?"

I breathed yes. Over and over. A single outward breath, pause, another. I had hurt it by feeling joy at Sabrina coming to rescue me.

"Seb? What does that mean? We need to stop it, I know."

"He has a way to stop it?" My mom asked.

Yes!

Sabrina frowned, "It moved away when we entered, I felt it. Sebastian's pain stopped, was gone from my head, as soon as we entered. But it didn't move away right away, not until Seb saw me."

Yes, I breathed, gesturing at her with my eyes. No holding back, or I would die.

"Me?"

Yes.

"You were happy to see me?" Yes. "That makes sense. I was saving you." Yes. And no. "Hmm." I gestured with my eyes again, away and then at her. At her, over and over.

I couldn't pretend. When I felt happy, this thing was hurt. She made me happy. And that's it.

"Me, specifically?" Yes. "Not mom?" No. "You were happy to see me specifically, and somehow that helped?" YES! I breathed that repeatedly, but the claw was inching higher, the arm slowly raising.

My mom sighed, "Your brother is in love with you, Sabrina. Your whole life, I think. Your father pointed it out, I never realized." I was mortified, but I couldn't show it. How did they know that?

Sabrina blushed bright red, looking at my mom, "Well, uh, what do I do with that?" She looked down at me, so beautiful even amongst the fear. "Is that true?"

Yes.

"Well that's... actually totally okay." She buried her face in my chest, flushed red in the light spilling in from the hallway.

"Sabrina? What do you mean?" My mom asked. "I think it's important."

"I love him, too." She looked up at me from under her lashes, and I believed her. My heart sang, and the SCREAM that rang out from the beast in that moment was the perfect complement to that melody. I couldn't widen my eyes, couldn't convey my joy in any way other than to breathe. Yes. Yes. Yes. I reveled in it, and the scream turned into a wail.

I breathed out several times so it sounded like laughter, looking over at the thing, and Sabrina smiled over at where the creature stood. It was a little patchy, see through in spots. But it was still approaching, and hadn't been pushed back. The veins crisscrossing its body were still there, thicker now.

"Why, Sabrina?" Mom asked, coldly extracting the truth as only she could.

"He's been my rock, through all of your bullshit. It's like living with a mannequin, sometimes, Mom. You're not real. You just look like a person, move like a person. All demands, no love, no care at all."

"Yes. I know."

"But Seb has been everything to me. This is just the last thing he could be." She smiled at me, "I'm in love with you, too, Seb."

Yes, I breathed, and my eyes teared up. The creature was screaming again, my joy shredding its body in places, but it wasn't done. It was still reaching for me, inexorable, and it needed only a touch. It had been holding back when it touched me before, but I knew. One touch. My fear stood in the way of the joy, as I knew I might die before I got to explore whatever this was with Sabrina. Before I could tell her I loved her with my own voice.

"So what now? It's still here." Yes. I didn't know either. My happiness wasn't enough to kill it, or banish it. I was still too afraid, maybe. At this rate, she would just have to watch me die, from inches away.

"Can you show him that you love him?"

Sabrina blanched. "Right now?!"

"Yes."

My heart would be pounding right now if it wasn't already at its absolute maximum.

"That's embarrassing!" Sabrina said.

"I'm not someone you should be embarrassed of. I'm just here to keep him alive if I can."

Did she actually care if I died, though? Or was she just doing the things that someone who cared would do?

"She's not real," Sabrina said with a smile, our little inside joke. I breathed yes. "I'm gonna kiss you, Seb." She couldn't hold back a smile as she said it, and I felt like I could fly. And then she kissed me. My lips were frozen and unmoving, but it was electric anyways. That now familiar shriek rang out, and there were holes visible all throughout the creature's body. "Seb, look at me. Ignore that shitbag. I'm here, and I'm yours." She kissed me again, and my head went quiet, I couldn't hear the screams from the beast. I just enjoyed her kiss, trying desperately to kiss her back, but I couldn't move. I didn't even have control over my eyelids, couldn't close them to revel in it properly, but I focused on her as requested.

Sabrina pulled away. "Okay. That's working, but not enough." Yes. She gave me a naughty smile. "Well. I guess we're gonna do it in front of Mom." I did a circle with my eyes like I was going to pass out, and she giggled. "Seb? Is it okay if I look at it? It keeps pushing against me..."

Yes. Yes. Yes.

"Sabrina, do you know what you're doing?" My mom asked.

"Not even a little bit."

"Would you like some assistance, down there? A demonstration?"

I watched emotions play across her face-- fascination, amusement, lust, fear, jealousy--and the creature let out a little scream. Just a little one, a burst of joy from a fantasy being offered to me. A fully incestuous double blowjob.

"You wouldn't come between us? Romantically, I guess." Sabrina asked.

"That part of me is dead like the rest. I have some affection for you two, but that's about it." She shrugged, "It's just a demonstration. Or whatever helps."

The creature's arm was extended now. Too far away by a few feet.

Sabrina slipped down my body, smiling up at me happily, excited to do what she was about to do. My mom was now there, too, and they met on the bed on either side of my legs, staring at my cock.

"He looks... big," Sabrina said, swallowing hard.

"He is. Pretty close to your father, maybe a little bigger. It might hurt when it enters you."

"Hmm. Kay. Maybe you can show me that, too?" The smile she gave me was EVIL, and I loved her even more. There was no need to get her to do that demonstration. Sabrina just wanted to see it.

But she wasn't an idiot, "His virginity is for you, Sabrina."

"Oh, right."

"We'll see after. If it helps him, then fine. I could use an orgasm or two."

"Hnnngh," Sabrina answered for both of us, eyes alight with lust, a mirror of my own. An exact copy of my eyes, really, and that made it so much hotter.

"We need to make him happy, right?" My mom asked. Sabrina nodded. I breathed yes. "Boys are simple. Sabrina, kiss me."

Gaaaahhhh. Holy fuck! I tried to convey that sentiment through my eyes. Sabrina saw it.

With a feral grin, she attacked my mom, pulling her lips together, and they both moaned. I'm not sure if my mom is just a good actress, but she looked into it. Their tongues were dancing, tangling together in no time, and Mom's hands went up to Sabrina's neck, pulling her in closer. If my sister was new to kissing, I couldn't tell. They looked like they'd been doing this for years.

With a sultry smile, Mom grabbed the hem of Sabrina's shirt. "Tits make boys happy." Sabrina smiled, still recovering from that scorching kiss. Mom pulled the shirt up and off.

And suddenly my baby sister was nude, and my mind went blank. Where were her panties?

Her body was exactly what I dreamed. Small breasts, barely B cup I would guess, but mesmerizing, capped in tender pink. Exactly perfect. Her waist was small, her skin pale, and her hips were wide. She watched me drink her in, an excited flush crawling across her skin.

"Do you think I'm sexy, Seb?"

YES! I breathed, emphatically as I was able.

"Would you like to see what you'll be given access to, once you're free?"

Yes!

She gave me a smile that was both shy and wanton, and crawled back up my body. I felt little licks at my cock, which could thankfully move freely, unbound by the weight affecting my limbs. I enjoyed my sister's nudity as my mother began to suck my cock. Sabrina pressed those perfect breasts close to my face, giggling as my eyes rolled involuntarily. "Don't look away, Seb. Devour me with those eyes."

Or else. But that went unsaid. I had to enjoy her fully, completely, revel in the majesty of my sister, lest I be the one consumed. I put those thoughts, the fear, aside, and stared at those perfect breasts, a foot from my face. I couldn't express myself, but my mom let out a little hum as I pulsed in her mouth.

"You'll get to suck on these, like, ASAP. Do you like them? I think they're perky and pretty." Yes. "Mmm I'm glad you like them, Seb. I see you watching me sometimes. I wasn't sure if I was reading you right, I'm so happy to know I wasn't imagining it."

I'm an open book to her. It would only be her own self doubt that would prevent her from spotting my desire. All my guilt and attempts to hide my darkness from a girl who loved me regardless and a woman who couldn't be offended. What a waste. So I watched those perfect breasts with all the intensity I had been holding back, compressed into a few minutes, conveyed through only my eyes.

And then she moved up. Her belly, so taut and smooth, only got a moment. There wasn't a ton of time. Before I was ready, her mound was presented before me, her pussy itself just below and out of sight. A gorgeous patch of blonde hair, carefully maintained, covered that mound, offering a hint at her maturity. She was ready for this. She wanted this, and the shift of her hips that followed just proved it. She presented her pussy for my observation.

"You're gonna go in here so soon, Seb. But I needed you to see, first. I keep myself shaved and maintained, just for you, just in case those looks were real. If you had ever opened your mouth and told me how you felt, this pussy would've been yours in moments. Do you think it's sexy, Sebastian?"

Sabrina's pussy was gorgeous, pink and wet, the only hair was the patch on her mound. A little clit sat perched, peeking out from under the littlest hood, right above a pair of pink lips that protruded just a bit, and hung open, waiting for a probing member to pierce their opening. I could almost hear the sigh that would leave her lips when I entered her. And I would enter her. No matter the ending of this story, she would press my cock inside her.

Yes, I breathed. Sexiest thing alive, but I didn't have words. Even if I had speech, was capable of it, I would be speechless. She stayed there as long as she could. The clock now read 3:15, and I couldn't stand to look at the rabbit, lest I lose focus. Its frequent screams, firmly ignored, were enough.

Almost casually, Sabrina turned around on my chest. Her goal was my cock, as she now leaned down to kiss my mom around it. Mom quietly gave her tips, and then she took over. I don't think she was aware of the fact that my primary source of lust from the women in this house had just been presented to me. Maybe she thought she didn't have anything else to show me. She had never dated, it's possible she didn't know she had driven me nuts every time she turned her back.

Dat. Ass.

As soon as her lips closed around my cock, not visible to me from this angle regardless, I came in her mouth. Her wonderful, glorious butt was casually presented to me, finally. Those cheeks were huge for her size, so firm and tight, the greatest ass in the world. And when she bent over, it spread, and that little hole, so private and not to be shown to your brother, was made visible to my hungry gaze.

I couldn't not cum if I tried. My mom had been doing an amazing job working my cock up to that point, calmly taking most of my length into her mouth, her throat. I'd been so focused on Sabrina that I hadn't really noticed my approaching orgasm. So the combination of my greatest desire presented to me, while the girl of my dreams leaned down and sucked my cock, I stood no chance.

Without a sound, my cum fired into Sabrina's mouth. She squeaked and began to swallow, and I felt a second tongue servicing the parts of my shaft that were still exposed, licking what spilled out. The moans that the two women made, though one was possibly faked, were incredible to hear. Sabrina's pussy was leaking its clear juices as she swallowed, and her asshole was clenching. I wanted to scream, to moan, to shout, but the rabbit wasn't playing fair. I could only let them service me, and try not to think of that descending blade.

From the screams that I fiercely ignored, it seemed they were doing a good job of burning the thing, making me happy and bringing its death closer.

Sabrina popped back up as I finished cumming. I wasn't even allowed to feel tired, the urge to sleep after an orgasm. I simply remained, existing. It was the greatest orgasm of my life, for sure. It made the ecstasy falsely implanted in my body pale by comparison.

Sabrina looked at me with a victorious smile. "Was that your first time cumming in someone's mouth?" Yes. "I got your first. Fuck yes. I want all of them."

I pointed my eyes at her butt, but she didn't notice.

She squeezed my cock, "Still haarrrdd big brother. It's like you wanna fuck your sister, or something. Nasty boy."

This was a side to her I had never known. The dirty talking slut. I wondered if this was new to her, too. Just spilling out in the heat of the moment. I loved it.

"Mom. How did he taste, compared to other men?"

"Very good. His diet is extremely healthy. That was probably the tastiest cum I have eaten." And she had only gotten what poured out of Sabrina's mouth.

"I thought so. I just swallowed a ton of your healthy, sexy sperm, Seb. Gimme more, all the time, please." I didn't know if she was playing this up to make me happy, or if this was just how she felt. I was intoxicated. She turned to me, twisted on my chest to look at me, but quirked her head. My eyes were fixed on her butt, not meeting her eyes. "What's he looking at, Mom?"

"Boys like butts, Sabrina." Mom said simply.

"I know that, but mine?"

"Yours is excellent. One of the best, probably."

"Really?"

"Yes. I think your brother looks there more than anywhere else, like trees, or the sky. Your butt, then mine, then anything else in the world. He tries to hide it, but he's not good at that."

"Reeeaaallllyyy?" She replied, the word drawn out and intrigued. "I was wondering what the fuck he was staring at. Are you a booty fiend, Seb?" Yes. "Are you all about that anal sex?" Yes. "Do you wanna fuck your little sister in the butt?" Emphatic yes. "Well we know what happens when you get free, huh? I'm not giving that up to you like this." Probably no time anyway. She flipped around, leaning close to my face, "Let's murder that monster with love so you can fuck me in the butt like a good big brother."

She kissed me again, even though I couldn't kiss her back, but my heart was full of joy. When she sank her pussy down on my still hard cock, I wanted to scream. My mind existed solely in my cock for those first few moments, and I was engulfed in rolling flame, oceanic wetness, and a grip so tight it could've been supernatural. Sabrina just hissed, little whispers of my name buried in there, making full and delicious eye contact as she slowly sank down on me. "I. Love. You." She declared. Yes, I breathed. My only way to respond.

There was no barrier, and I was grateful. I couldn't stand to hurt her. Not now. I sank into her depths, body and soul, and the happiest smile danced across her lips, mixed with a bit of pain. "Fuck! You're so thick! It's like a tree trunk in my pussy."

My mom stood, walking around the bed, passing through an outline of an arm and a blood red blade a foot from my face. She gave me a grin, and gave Sabrina a kiss before stripping down, naked in seconds. Sabrina was a clone of this woman, almost identical in body shape, and it baffled my mind that there could be another butt that good. But my mom was more rigorous in her exercise, and her abs were defined in a way I didn't know I liked.

She leaned down to me, whispering just loud enough for Sabrina to hear, "Watching you take your sister's virginity has me so horny. Sebastian, you HAVE to fuck me, too. I'll take tomorrow off, and you and your sister will have a free day. Except that you have to spend that free day fucking us, okay?" I throbbed inside my sister, who was halfway down my cock now. Sabrina giggled.

"That's different. I like the twitches."

Oh! My cock had been released, could I? I could! I flexed it inside her, and she shrieked a laugh. I felt her pussy relax immediately, just a little, after she laughed. She got another two inches inside, eyes rolling.

My mom continued, "I should've done this months ago. You two are the only emotional attachments I have left, even as weak as that feels, and this is doing crazy things to me. What will it feel like when you enter your mother's pussy?" I breathed an emphatic YES. Hearing her talk dirty like this was so wrong, and I loved it.

I had a fascinating thought. Could we fix her? She had only become this human machine after Dad died. She had been our sweet mother, always ready with a smile, an inappropriate joke. She even had a cute little belly, just a bit. But, when Dad died, that all went away. The lists began, the demands exact and precise, each task to be redone a dozen times as needed until it was right, and the distance grew. Sabrina and I were teenagers, and the hormones didn't help, but Sabrina had once cried where she could see, missing Dad. Mom had just stared at her, unable to make that connection. I wondered if I could stand in for him, somehow. Wake her back up. She already sounded different. More alive.

The idea of having my mom back was a happy one, so I leaned into it, despite not knowing if it carried any truth. The screams in the back of my mind echoed a little louder, my happiness drawing a little closer to obliterating this beast that tormented me.

Sabrina finally sat, my cock fully embedded in her pussy. I had been watching her the whole time I listened to my mom, and each inch had been a delicious agony. So many emotions flitted across her delicate features, from lust to love to pain to worry and everything in between. Now, as my mom casually reached down to play with her daughter's clit, Sabrina's face held only love. And an ocean's worth of lust.

"I'm gonna love you, Sebastian. I'm gonna ride you and make you miiinnee," she moaned the last word as I flexed inside her, "and if she asks nicely, Mom can have some of you, too. We'll take care of each other. Be, unghhh, a real family," she was riding me now, slowly. "Mom, how often do you have sex?"

"I have a coworker, married but unsatisfied." Of course that wouldn't bother her. "We meet up once a month or so. He's decent, but it's the discretion I appreciate." She shrugged, "It scratches an itch."

"Well, how would you like to teach your son to be the lover you neeedd?"

She blinked, surprise evident on her face. "That is deeply arousing." So there was nuance there. Specific things that made her horny. It wasn't just a mechanical thing.

Sabrina giggled, "This is gonna be so much fucking FUN! Aghh!" She was riding me hard now, my mother's fingers dancing on her clit, and I felt a band around my chest release. Fun. I could have fun, for once. Not that Sabrina and I didn't have a nice time at home sometimes, but I wouldn't call living here very fun. The hope blossoming in my chest was intense, and tears leaked from my eyes. At the same time, my eyes were rolling from the pleasure of my sister's scalding, squeezing pussy.

SLAP SLAP SLAP rang out through the silent room as Sabrina repeatedly dropped her pussy down on my cock, eyes wide and moans rising in pitch. "I think you're going to make your sister cum," Mom said. She swiped her fingers along my cock and sucked them. "Your sister is delicious. Hmm." Mom reached up her other hand to my lips, and found she could open them a little, and my jaw wasn't closed. She grinned and acquired more sisterly pussy juice, carefully placing that dollop on my tongue. I couldn't moan, but my eyes rolled at the taste. She tasted like honey, but if honey was sexy.

"You like, aghh, my pussy juice, big brother?" Emphatic yes. "FUCK! This big dick is gonna make me cum! Are you close?" Yes. "Fill me up, whenever you want, Seb. I need your cum. Need it. Gahhh I NEED IT!" She slammed herself down on me and came. "FUUUUCCKK!" She screamed, "Oh FUCK ME! FUCK ME SEB!" I couldn't, but she came anyway. I flexed inside her on each downstroke, and I could feel her tunnel clamping down on me over and over. It felt amazing, and I didn't want it to end, but end it would, as my balls felt like they were boiling.

As Sabrina's back arched, her eyes white as they rolled back mid-orgasm, I began to cum. I had to trust that she wouldn't get pregnant, as I had no way of stopping what was happening. She planted my cock deep, pressing against her cervix, and I fired my hot, thick, incestuous cum into her womb. She had been moaning deeply, but that first shot of brotherly cum in her depths turned that moan into a scream. "FUCCCKK YESS SEB! FILL ME WITH THAT CUM BIG BROTHER!"

The eroticism of that moment, my sister giving me everything I could ever want, and loving me for it... I was overfilled with joy. It poured out of me in rivers, straight into the woman I loved more than life itself. The fleshy bunny of death could eat a dick, I was going NOWHERE. I was in love with my little sister, she was in love with me, and this is where I belonged, with our mother smooshed in there somewhere.

The metallic red glint of that claw, an inch from my eye, almost broke my focus. The bunny's body was gone, and it existed only as the blood-red tip of a claw, a quarter inch long, reaching for me in the slowest of motions. It had been screaming, howling in my mind as my sister loved me, as she filled me with joy by giving me the gift of herself. Yet the thing lived, on the very edge of death but inching closer. I could see the claw still shrinking, vanishing an atom at a time, but it would reach me first, and I would die.

Oddly enough, it was my mom that dealt the killing blow.

"I wanna drink that cum," she moaned, fingers deep in her pussy. Sabrina grinned at her and rolled off me, spreading her legs wide. Mom dove in with a hunger that NOBODY could fake. There was real desire there, and I knew, I KNEW we could bring her back. She wasn't dead inside, wasn't a soulless machine.

She probably just needed some fucking therapy. Why was that only occurring to me now?

With a final shriek, the bunny died, its claw a quarter inch from my eye. I was released, able to crawl to my perfect little sister, currently being eaten out ferociously by my sexy, tiny mother. Sabrina shrieked with joy when I kissed her, and the feel of her tongue on mine gave me goosebumps. She shrieked again as Mom made her cum. "I. Love. You." I growled, a mirrored answer to her earlier declaration. It made her cum harder, eyes locked on me, her hand in mine, squeezing for dear life.

She came down, and I kissed her again. Her hand pulled at my hair, pulled me in harder, desperate to have me closer. I physically couldn't be happier, and I breathed her in, closing my eyes and feeling my heart rate finally come down.

I felt her hand on my cock. I was harder than steel. Harder than I've ever been. "Pick, Seb. My ass? Mom's pussy? Mom's ass?" Sabrina grinned a challenge at me.

Paralysis set in once more, but this was more stunlock, a bevy of the greatest options on the planet presented to me, making me freeze up.

I picked option D. I pulled those two women into my arms, cock thrust up between them, but ignored. "You two saved my life. Thank you so, so, so much." I squeezed them as hard as I could, unable to help it as the emotions swept over me. They both grunted, and Sabrina squee'd happily into my neck. Mom just watched me, a shadow of a smile playing across her face.

"I'm glad you're okay," she said finally. "I mean it, too." She frowned. "I feel weird."

"You need to talk to someone, Mom," I said quietly.

"All of us, probably," Sabrina said. "That was terrifying."

"Plus, we've just been sitting on the pain for years," I said.

"Maybe that had something to do with the... thing?"

"Death bunny," I replied. "That's what it looked like anyway."

"Oh, that's why you wanted to murder the rabbit in the backyard today," Sabrina said. I nodded. "Maybe us not talking about this shit made the, uh, death bunny appear." She shrugged. "It's certainly gone now. I don't feel it at all."

"So it's my fault?" Mom asked with a frown.

I hugged her tighter, "Dunno. We'll have to look into it, find an... occultist? Or something? But I could hardly blame you. It's been rough, really rough, and I'm sorry we weren't very kind to you. Mom, lay here," I said, putting her between Sabrina and me. "You haven't had anyone love you since Dad. We love you. Let us love you."

She blinked. And blinked. Pressed between her two children, who both fervently expressed their love. She didn't break, that wall was too strong, calcified and cemented in place, but maybe it weakened. She cleared her throat several times, and swallowed. "Thank you, Sebastian. Sabrina. This feels like... something."

We were quiet for a bit, the two of us cuddling our mom, my hard dick placed against her belly but ignored.

4am. We fell asleep.

7:15am, my alarm went off.

"Turn that shit off!" Mom whined. I did so with a laugh, feeling lighter than I had for a week, or most of my life, honestly. I was out from under the burden of my incestuous desires, and I could feel my Mom coming back to life. Even that response was different from her norm. Normal people hate alarm clocks, but my mom had lived by hers for six years.

But she was snuggled up to me, having rolled over between Sabrina and me during the night, and I was awake now. Her big butt was there for the grinding, and my cock was already pressed between those cheeks.

"Seb? What are you doing?" My mom asked. Seb! She called me by my nickname! Sabrina, awake and watching, laughed along with me.

"Rubbing," I replied.

"Nnnnh," Mom whined again. "That doesn't go there, though. Goes here." She stuck her butt out on the downstroke and reached her hand back, lining me up with her dripping wet pussy in one smooth movement, and I pressed inside. We both gasped, and Sabrina's eyes lit up. She bit her lip, and I could see her arm moving, her hand between her thighs. "Sabrina, let me," Mom whimpered, and they swapped. Sabrina's hand worked Mom's clit, and Sabrina worked hers in return. I bottomed out in my Mom's pussy in no time, her squeezing, boiling pussy able to take me with less strain than Sabrina's. "God, I forgot how good that felt."

"Your son's cock?" Sabrina teased, moaned, as Mom's fingers worked.

"No, silly girl. A big dick. He's so much like your father, even down there. Ughhh, he fits just right!" I was moving in her pussy now, slowly fucking her in the spoons position. My left hand took Sabrina's spare hand. I had so much exploring to do, butts to grope and nipples to suck, and I would get to it, but I wanted to love these two women more than I wanted to fuck them. "Haaahhh I missed this!" Mom moaned.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work by now?" Sabrina asked with a wicked grin.

"Fuck that shit! Dick! More dick!" Sabrina and I cackled happily.

"Even from, ungh, your son?" I panted.

"YES! ESPECIALLY FROM MY SON!" She yelled. "UNGH! You two are all I have! I should give you everything!"

"EVERYTHING!" Sabrina repeated with a moan. "We'll take care of you, Mom! So you give us everything you have left, and we'll give you ourselves right back. You feel, ahh, empty inside? We'll fill you with love. Seb's gonna do it real soon, aren't you baby?"

I growled when she called me that. "YES!" My hips slapped against my mom's perfect ass. Their hands kept working, diddling, little squelching noises from Sabrina suggesting my Mom might be a few fingers deep by now. "FUCK! Mom, I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it, Seb! FILL ME UP! I need to feel your love!"

I squeezed her tiny waist, felt those toned abs flex as she pushed back on me, and I came first, setting off a cascade of orgasms as we lay together in that bed. Mom shoved her face into the pillow and screamed, and Sabrina shrieked, my Mom's fingers doing SOMETHING inside her. Sabrina threw her head back and came right along with us, the grunting and moaning of our little family threesome filling the whole house.

Better than the quiet of the last six years.

Cumming inside my mother was a wild experience. She was so tight, so tiny, yet she took my whole cock. I pressed against the opening of her womb and fired my cum right inside. Into the womb that made me. "Gahhh fuck Mom!"

"Oh fuck my son is cumming inside meeee!" She shrieked, and I witnessed a woman squirting for the first time in my life, watching over Mom's shoulder as she doused Sabrina in juices. Sabrina, meanwhile, had rolled onto her back and spread her legs to give Mom better access, and... wow. Mom had two fingers pounding into Sabrina's ass, and the fingers from her other hand were a blur on the blonde's clit, while Sabrina screamed her orgasm to the ceiling.

We all collapsed together, boneless and satisfied. A quick swap later, I was in the middle of the cuddle pile. My mom apparently liked to lay on man chests.

"How are you feeling, Mom?" I asked.

"The emptiness comes and goes. I keep worrying that this is fake, that what I'm feeling right now isn't real. But I'm pretty sure I loved that." She shrugged. "I don't know much else. I'll keep an eye on it." She peered up at me, "How are you feeling, Sebastian?"

"I don't know. Grateful, that you two were willing to do all that to save me. Love. Lots of love. But I still see flashes of that fucking thing when I close my eyes." I closed them now, and I could picture the creature easily. It wasn't the same as yesterday evening, when it had forced itself into my mind. No, this was just a traumatic experience playing itself out in my head on repeat.

"Therapy," Sabrina insisted. "We all need it. It'll be weird to talk about the incest, though..."

"They'll try to talk us out of it," Mom said with a frown.

"We won't listen. It helps you. Or it seems like it does."

"Yes. It does. My emotions don't seem so far away right now."

"Healed by incestuous dick, huh?" Sabrina teased.

"And pussy. And booty," Mom said, lasciviously licking the fingers she had pulled from Sabrina's ass.

"MOM!" Sabrina shrieked, laughing but mortified.

"Sorry, Sabrina, but your brother isn't the only one that has been tormented by your butt. I like girls, too. Your dad and I had a lot of fun with that."

"REALLY?!" Sabrina exclaimed.

"Uh huh."

That revelation led to a lot of kissing between the two of them, both of them revving back up while I throbbed. Sabrina finally turned to me, "Seb, you need to fuck my butt. I dunno how I'm gonna do that, but I want it. I wanna see the look on your face when I give that to you."

"I have lube, but I would need to get up first," Mom said. I was holding her in place with my arm. I growled, but let her go. She danced her way over to the door, big butt swaying with those lovely, graceful steps. She was back in seconds with a bottle of lube, and my heart rate spiked. I didn't like that feeling, actually.

"Seb?" Sabrina asked with a look of concern.

"I'm okay. Just don't like the feeling of my heart racing right now. It was stuck like that for hours every night, for a week."

"We'll get you a full checkup, Sebastian," Mom said. "Cardiologist included. I have strings I can pull so it won't go on any records."

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," Sabrina said with a little teasing smile. I rolled my eyes.

"Mom, can you help us with this? I imagine you've done this before."

"Oh yes. Your father was a big fan of anal. First things first. A little... analingus helps quite a lot."

"Eat my ass Seb!" Sabrina laughed, flipping onto her belly. Her butt jiggled seismically, enchanting, and I dove in.

"The goal is to get her asshole to relax," Mom coached, "So drive your tongue in deep." So aroused, I did so, feeling her tight hole yield to my questing tongue.

"Fuck!" Sabrina exclaimed. "So hoooottt..."

"Ugh, we're all out of order. You haven't eaten her pussy, yet." That was the control freak talking.

"He'll get to it! You already did, anyway. Don't fucking move, Seb!" Her hand came back and pulled me in deeper, cutting off my airflow, but that butt. So worth it. I did eventually have to come up for air, but only briefly. She was panting, and I kept going, eventually adding an unsure thumb.

"Gently around the clit, Sebastian," Mom coached. "Like this," she ran a finger in circles on my back, and I copied the motion on Sabrina's clit. She howled, and the orgasm that had been slowly approaching from my tongue work suddenly came barreling down.

"Fuck!" She screamed. "Make me cum, you fucking perv!" And I did. Her ass clamped down on my tongue, her hand in my hair pulled me in close again, while my thumb worked her clit. This was my first time intentionally making my sister cum, and it felt amazing. Like my desires, held back so long, were actually beautiful. I was giving my lovely little sister pleasure. What was wrong with that?

She collapsed, humming and circling her hips, little aftershocks rolling through and making her giggle. "Okay! That was fucking awesome! C'mere." She pulled me down and kissed me, while I groaned at the dirtiness of kissing her after eating her ass. Maybe I wasn't the only perv. Oh, well my Mom was too. Maybe we all were.

I throbbed against her hip, laying on her back as I was to kiss her. "Nuh uh, Seb. Can't fuck a hip." She smiled up at me, radiant and beautiful. "Gotta fuck the butt."

My Mom frowned, "Not like that, though. On your belly is a little intense. Seb, stand up. Sabrina, bend over the bed."

We got in position, and I was blinded as my little sister bent over, offering me everything. My mom opened the cap on the lube, but I wasn't there yet. I hadn't had my sister's pussy voluntarily, and I lined up there. "Ooh, my perv boy can say no to the booty?"

"When it's this pussy, yes." I pressed my cock in, and we both hissed. She was much more comfortable taking me this time around, and I was buried to the hilt in under a minute.

"Fuuuckk that's so good. Make me cum again, Seb. Make me cum so you can take my butt."

I pulled out and pressed back in, Sabrina opening up and taking every inch. She had taken me during the night, but I hadn't been involved much. This was incredible, and in this position I could reach her depths with ease. My hips slapped against her ass as I picked up speed, my balls slapping against her clit.

"Haaahhhh yesss Sebastian! FUCK ME!" She cried. Her fingers were down between her legs, working her clit, and she stared back at me with those green eyes, full of love. A few short minutes in, her breathing deepened, moans escalating in pitch. "Mmmgonna cummm," she growled, and her pussy clenched on me rhythmically. "Gonnaa cummm! HNNNNGGHHH!" She clamped down like a vise and threw her head back. I was panting, her scalding pussy drawing my orgasm near, but I fought it. This was just a warmup, to help her relax. "Mommyyyy! He's gonna fuck my butt! Hnnngh! AHHH!"

"He is, Sabrina. And you'll love it." Mom pet her hair as she came, whimpering into the bedspread.

Finally, she breathed calmly into the blanket. Relaxed. I pulled out, and blinked as my mother sucked me clean. She couldn't get me all the way into her throat, but a solid six of eight inches. "Tasty," she whispered, then brought the lube back out. With two hands, she applied it to my cock in a thick slather, giving me a naughty smile as she worked me a little longer than necessary. "Handjobs are fun, too."

"Mom! That's mine!" Sabrina said with a pout, and I wondered how much of this kind of fighting there would be going forward. Fighting over my cock. Weird. Thanks, evil bunny creature, this is awesome.

With a sassy smile, Mom released me and guided my cock to Sabrina's tight little asshole. Heart pounding, I let the head of my cock rest there, gently nudging. "Tease," Sabrina whined. "Put it innn," she pushed back at me. I pushed against that ring, my heart like a drum in my chest, and it opened around me, still a little loose from my tongue and my mom's fingers before. "Hnnngghhh!" Sabrina called out. "HOoohHH it's so fucking big."

"You okay, Sab?" I asked. Her eyes flashed as I used that nickname. I was trying to find a way to work it back into my normal speech, but this wasn't that. I was concerned for her, and used it accidentally.

"Mmm, I love when you call me that. It's so silly, but I loooove it. As for my ass, I'm okay. I can take more. It feels... weird. Full and good. And a little painful."

"Well you tell me when to stop, okay?"

"Nuh uh. I'm built for this. Take me, big brother."

Mom moved onto the bed, "If you need a distraction, here." She opened her legs, and Sabrina looked at her pussy. I couldn't see her expression from here, but the moan she let out was evidence enough that she wanted to taste it. As I pushed another inch into her ass, she licked Mom's pussy, and I couldn't tell if the moan was from me moving in her, or from the arousal of eating her own mother's cunt. I decided I couldn't care, and began to work my cock into her asshole, delighting in the heat of it. If her pussy had been hot, this was like the sun, scorching me even as she squeezed down.

I was completely lost, in awe of this woman and what she was giving to me. Sabrina giggled, having pulled her face from Mom's pussy for a minute. "I love that look on your face. I knew it would be worth it. So sexy. Ungh!" She dove back in, and I pushed in another inch, well past the halfway point now. Sabrina was moaning constantly. "Fuck! Jesus it's huge, but hoooohhh so good! More, Seb! All of it!"

"Don't, Sebastian." My mom urged, making Sabrina pout, "Keep it slow or you could hurt her." Sabrina slapped her clit maliciously. "Hnnngh, Sabrina. That's not much of a punishment for me, I love that."

Apparently that was good for Sabrina, because she kept doing it. My Mom was soon whimpering and shoving her hips up at Sabrina, as she alternated vicious licks and little slaps. I was almost all the way into Sabrina's rectum by now, and my eyes were rolling at the pleasure. But I couldn't cum, not yet. I hadn't even fucked her perfect butt yet.

I pulled out and shoved back in, just to the depth I had reached before, and she shrieked. "YES! Oh my God that was amazing. More! Make me your slut, Sebastian!" I pumped my cock into that tight, gripping hole, and was fully buried after just a handful of thrusts. The slapping sound of my hips and her cheeks rang out again, and Mom was staring at us with wide eyes.

"She took it all?" I nodded. "Fuck!" She was the first to cum, watching her son sodomize her daughter, writhing as Sabrina worked her clit with her tongue and her pussy with at least one finger. Sabrina had been moaning the whole time, but making her mother cum apparently set her off, and she clamped down on me in a brand new way.

"Fuck me you goddamned beast! Ahhh! Take. That. ASS!" It was her turn to squirt, her juices running down my legs in a high pressure jet.

I was close. So close to cumming inside my little sister's ass. God I loved her. But I felt like I could make her cum one more time. I grinned. What do you do with a big butt?

CRACK! I spanked her hard on her right cheek. Her orgasm, ramping down at that point, shot right back up and higher.

CRACK! She shrieked, laying her head on Mom's belly as she came. "Fuuuccckk why? I'm a good girl!"

CRACK! "Very good. Good girls, haaahh, deserve spanks."

Her eyes were rolling as I pounded her asshole while spanking her, over and over. I was the machine this time, taking her ass with force and somehow not cumming.

CRACK!

"Ungh! Mommy. It's so good." She whispered up to my mom.

"He hasn't even cum yet. It's a whole new world when you get filled up like that. He's making you a butt slut."

"Do it, Seb! Fill me with your cum! Make me your little slut!"

I didn't need to be told twice. Growling mindlessly, I pulled her hips back to mine and came deep, deep in my sister's butt. My eyelids fluttered, the strongest orgasm of my life bursting out of me, and it felt like an ocean of cum rocketed up my cock and into that perfect little hole.

"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOODDDDD!" Sabrina screamed. She squirted again, this one much larger, and my legs were drenched in her sticky fluids. She screamed at the top of her lungs as I filled her ass with cum. "Guuuhhhhhh! So fucking good! Ughhhh!" Her voice dropped low, husky, my hips slamming into her ass with force. Fingers gripped the bedspread, then moved to spread her ass further, letting me drain those last few shots even deeper, legs spread as wide as they would go. She looked like a slut, and I absolutely adored her.

Unable to take any more, I collapsed on her back, spent but still buried inside. She hummed. "How'd I do?"

"Ahhh," I groaned.

"Everything you imagined?"

"So much more. You're perfect." I kissed her shoulder. "Amazing." Her cheek. "Wonderful." I kissed her lips, awkward from this angle but delightful.

"Mmm I know! Mom, how was that?"

Mom grinned, "An amazing start, both of you. There's TONS more to try, but that was incredible for a first time. Now for cleanup."

"How's that work?" I asked.

Mom smiled, "Well, unless she's actually clean, I'm not licking any of that. So, towels, mostly."

"If I was clean, what then?" Sabrina asked, suddenly breathy.

"Then I eat all the cum from your ass like a good Mommy," she said in a husky whisper.

"Fuck!" We both said simultaneously.

"Something to look forward to. Here," she plucked a handful of tissues from the box on the bedside table. "So he can pull out. Then, all of us need a shower. We have chores to do." Sabrina and I both groaned, but we couldn't expect her to be fixed overnight. I slowly pulled out.

It was messy. It ran down her leg. But watching my cum pour from my sister's gaping ass was the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

***

1am. I woke, in the darkness of a different room. My mom's room, with the big bed, a digital clock visible on the wall. No standby light, no spot of rabbit-shaped spackle on the ceiling. Yet I was paralyzed, my eyes were rolled back in my head, and a scream ripped its way out of my lungs.

I heard a sound like a happy hum from between my legs. My mother, quietly swallowing my cum in the middle of the night. She had worked me without waking me, and only my orgasm had finally torn me from my dreams. Sabrina slept soundly, worn out from the best day of our lives so far.

I relaxed after that surprise orgasm. Mom popped out of the blankets and kissed me on the cheek. Seeing my shaken expression in the low light, she frowned.

"Sorry, Sebastian. I was hungry. Didn't think that would scare you."

"No worries, Mom. Just, not at 1am anymore, okay? Specifically that time."

She laughed, and it was pure and free. My mom's lovely laughter, hidden for years, and it brought me joy. "Sure thing, Sebastian." She smiled wide at me. "I love you."

Gah! I squished her into my chest, tears in my eyes. "I love you too."

She hummed again, and I held her in my arms until we fell asleep.

Author's note: I guess I like writing horror? I did not know that about myself. This one's a little bit scarier than the last one, I think. Hard to judge when I'm the one that wrote it. Be warned.

***

Six nights in a row it had happened, and I was wrung out like an old dishrag. Every night it started the same, the horrid creature freezing me in place and slowly approaching from the edge of my vision, eyes full of hatred and all too human within its inhuman visage.

Imagine an elongated rabbit's face, anthropomorphized into something like a human, but still distinctly leporine (means "like a rabbit," I had to look that one up, but I'm sure I'll use it again). The nose was just a pair of slits, but the mouth was mostly human. Where you'd expect soft bunny fur, this thing is all pink human flesh, traced with veins of sickly black. More teeth than seemed possible, mashed into its mouth, each one flat and square, but those human eyes, perfectly normal looking in huge, deep set eye sockets. It was always dressed in a black suit vest and mismatched light blue pinstripe pants, both stained with grease (I hope it was only grease). It sported a single wicked claw, forward curving, nearly a foot long, on the pinky finger of each human hand, gleaming in the standby light of my computer. Its ears, also pink and fleshy, extend its height to a full eight feet.

Silently it creeps, even as I try to breathe, but it's like breathing through rushing water, always on the edge of panic. The first night, it only came a few feet into my room, but it drew closer night by night. The third night, it was by the foot of my bed, and my body was trying to hyperventilate, but even that was prevented. Restrained, I could only watch from the corner of my eye as it... didn't do anything. Just loomed by my feet until 4am rolled around, and I was forced back to sleep. But those three hours were agony, time stretching and accelerating at random.

I should've changed things, slept elsewhere, stayed up till morning, something. But I felt an overwhelming sense of dread at the idea. Like, if I did that, it would get worse, turn its attention to people less deserving of this treatment, perhaps one across the hall. So I suffered in silence. Not unnoticed, but unaddressed.

Night four, it stopped by my foot. As it got closer, my eyes were forced up and away, just slightly, so it was always only visible out of the corner of my eye. Cheating, I know. Seems like a bullshit ability, to be able to change where I'm looking. Yet it could control everything else. Every part of my body. Still, even with the shenanigans, more details were revealed. Those black veins in its skin were undulating, just a little. Were they painful?

I hoped they were painful.

From this distance, I was able to tell that its expression was changing, slowly, smoothly, and constantly, but only conveyed through eyebrows, that toothy grin, and the little quirks of its ears. It would go from joyful to angry to exultant to pouty to gibbering with madness. But each change of expression took minutes, and by the time it was settled on one, the next shift had already begun.

Night five, it stopped by my knee. An eternal hour it camped there, shifting only in facial expression, the claws, like a rooster's spurs, visible and deadly. I idly wondered if those were its weapons, or just decor. Something shiny for the eye to focus on.

Night six, it sat on my bed. Not touching me, but close, and my eyes were forced to look up, hard, to the top of my head. I saw bits of flesh between its teeth, seeming to appear in great detail despite my eyesight being forced elsewhere. I couldn't tell you what color the thing's eyes are, but I know there was a hairy lump of flesh in its teeth.

Every movement was so slow, like an eon gave birth to an epoch and they spawned millennia to bask in their glory, and all the while the rabbit creature moved its arm, fleshy and smooth, across my body. One of those claws hooked my blanket and slowly pulled it down as all those eons died in its patience. I was fully uncovered, my nudity a mere afterthought to the plethora of organs it could now pierce without the armor of my thin blanket. Yet, just as had happened every night, it finished its final movement and I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock.

Sunlight streamed in from the window, and my clock chirped its hatred at 7:15 as always. As required.

I stumbled out of bed, got dressed, checked my door for the note paper that I knew would be there. A list of chores. I looked across the hall and saw my sister calmly check her own sheet.

It wasn't bad today. Mow the lawn, clean the gutters, weed the garden. Usual stuff. Other than the two of us, it was quiet in the house. Nobody else home, but that was expected. Routine. My mom would be at work, like clockwork in her precision as she served patients. A nurse, and one with an immaculate record, she was a machine, tirelessly serving those under her care until precisely the moment her shift ended.

My father would be at the cemetery. Still a corpse, unless the rabbit had something it wanted to say in that regard.

It was summer break, so on top of our chores list, we were required to keep up with an education list, but that was no big deal either. As much as I griped internally about the precision my mom required in her household, it was a safe and comfortable enough place to live. Needs were met, at least the physiological ones. Emotional ones, we were left to our own devices. Not explicitly, mind you, she just didn't offer comfort in those ways. We were allowed to remain in this house beyond our 18th birthday, but the demands increased as needed to serve the home, and rent may be required with no notice. I felt whiny sometimes, but it was really just my mother's eerie emotionlessness that bothered me. The rest was tolerable.

So there I was, 19-almost-20, friendless (though that was normal for me), looking across the hall at my 18-year-old sister. She blinked at me. It always felt taboo to talk before the lists were done, yet she did.

"You okay, Seb? You look like death."

Death was coming for me tonight. But I couldn't say that. "I'm okay, Sab." Innocuous enough, the dread didn't set in, yet her eyes tightened at the nickname.

Sebastian and Sabrina were our names. We called each other Seb and Sab for a long time, until my dad died and my mom stopped being real. It was a silly thing, but silly was okay back then. She still used the nickname sometimes, I never did. My use of it now...

I could see her analyzing me, cutting through the flesh and down to the marrow with her lovely, venomous green eyes to determine what it meant. She knew it was tied to me looking as worn out as I did. But I couldn't linger, couldn't give her more clues, lest the dread set in and the thing notice my one precious connection. I couldn't jeopardize her, not even at the cost of my life, yet I had reached out with the one word to see if she could save me. My death came for me tonight, in the shape of a bunny-human hybrid with long claws.

Would I be split open when they found me tomorrow morning? Filleted with brutal precision? Or would I be a mere corpse, untouched and lifeless as my father had been when his heart gave out? I knew it would hurt, there was no question of that. It would take its time, murdering me over the timescale of galaxies, birth to death. Maybe several of them, back to back.

My eyes widened involuntarily at the image of my death in my mind, and Sabrina noted it. Close to hyperventilating once more, I took my list and got to work. Slow and precise as mother required, I mowed the lawn until not one blade was out of place. Cleaned the gutters, first with a hand for debris, then with a hose, then with a power washer. I found the power washer was actually better on the second step, but creativity was not desired in these tasks.

It was noon by the time the garden was weeded to my mother's exacting standards, even though she wasn't home. One of Sabrina's chores was to cook nutritious meals for us, with the word 'nutritious' defined by my mother. We were vegans, not by desire or preference, but by prerequisite for living in this house. Not a spare ounce of body fat was tolerated, and our exercise routine was rigorous. "For longevity," my mother told us, eyes blank.

Sabrina found a way to slip SOMETHING delicious into the spaghetti squash today, and I moaned. Her grin was more rewarding than the food that made me moan. She was far too beautiful.

Yet despite her care with the food, her eyes watched me, pierced me again. Looking for clues that I wouldn't give, for her own safety. We were given free reign on where we ate, so long as we were clean about it, and it was an inordinately cool summer day. We ate under the shade of the old oak tree, the picnic bench situated there, just so, having only been used by Sabrina and myself over the past six years. So we were enjoying a quiet meal outdoors when a rabbit hopped into the yard. A normal one, made of fur and cuteness.

This was normal enough, there was a burrow of them under the next oak tree over, outside our fence. We hadn't seen one in over a week, and Sabrina smiled at the sight. Yet she noted my glare, the insistence of imminent death that my eyes declared upon the small creature. Had I any supernatural power whatsoever, that bunny would've died on the spot. Yet it hopped back out cheerfully, munching on a dandelion. Not a dandelion from MY backyard, lest I face my mother's wrath, but a dandelion nonetheless.

Sabrina remained silent. Contemplative.

So far for clues she had a bunny, my call for help, and my ragged appearance. To me, it couldn't be clearer, but that's not exactly fair. I widened my eyes at her again, and then left. To read some kind of book, as required.

I couldn't tell you what I read, I spent the next six hours fighting the urge to nap. I read a page and a half in total, describing the streets of London. I have no idea even what book I was reading. Ughhhh. Mom would be disappointed and require even more reading.

But probably the rabbit would have me first, so it was fine.

Waking from the briefest of naps, I stumbled downstairs to find my mom had come home. She was working through yoga poses to relax while Sabrina made some mushroom thing for dinner.

My tired eyes snagged on my mother's form, I'll admit. Call it a little bit of joy before the end. 39 years old and fit as an Olympian, my mom worked her way through a warrior pose before shifting to floor work. Some stretch I couldn't name on her hands and knees that was hyper distracting, the big butts that ran in the family tormenting me as always.

Was this why I was to be executed? These wicked thoughts about my family? I had a type, and it was my mom and sister precisely. Specifically. Sabrina had worn a flowy dress that hid most of her body, giving just little glimpses when a breeze blew; Mom wore the tightest of yoga pants, and I was convinced no panties in the world could fit under them.

"Good evening, Sebastian," she said with a rare smile. Yoga helped her remove the falsehoods, the caring persona, and she wasn't done yet. I would appreciate the warmth while it was here, though.

"Good day at work, Mom?"

She shook her head, her shoulder length black hair bouncing a little, "No. But being home is good. You did well on fixing up the backyard, thank you."

This kind of praise was rare, and I tried to bask in it to the best of my abilities. Hard to do when your body wants to shut down, and the end result was that I stared at her some more. She saw and frowned.

"You look like my patients."

Blink. Blink. "Pardon?"

"Bone tired, all of them, no one enjoys sleeping at a hospital. There's always a bit of mental lag." She gracefully popped up from the mat, walking over to me to inspect me. Oh no. I feared the dread might set in, that I might be putting her in danger, too, but I couldn't stop her. This was her work face, still, kind and warm. It could fall away to the machine at a moment's notice. Then it would be prodding and demands, veiled threats and insistence, on repeat until she got what she wanted.

"I'm fine, Mom." I insisted.

"Let's hope you're not, as the alternative explanation is that you were looking at your mother's bottom." She gave me a little smile that ended far from her eyes, and Sabrina coughed. Mom's tiny body, maybe 5'2" and slender, seemed to tower over me as she made me sit and inspected my face. My eyes. Behind my ears, under my tongue. Her finger touched a spot on my right temple, following it into the hairline, and began to sift through my hair, and THEN the dread set in. She had found something, and that wasn't good. "You have black veins under your hair, and one in your right eye. Do you feel this?"

She prodded a spot. It was tender, but I could barely begin to process a reaction. WRONG! My mind was screaming, and I watched her with wide eyes. She prodded again and I winced. She noted my reaction. I needed to get away, but she was standing between my legs as I sat on the couch. "Mom, I'm fine." I tried weakly.

"No." That was her full response, and she continued to inspect. In my mind's eye, the image of that bunny wrapped in human flesh was slowly coming into view, still out of the corner of my eye but I couldn't banish the image. It was not voluntary. It was getting angry.

There was a clatter at the stove. I glanced over to see Sabrina watching me with wide eyes, full of fear. "Something's h-" I had moved from the couch, scrambling over the back to not knock my mom down, and clamped my hand over her mouth in a fraction of a second.

"It's fine. I'm fine. I'm not hungry right now. I need to close my eyes. Pardon me."

I turned to move upstairs. Sabrina was still staring at me fearfully, but didn't stop me, and neither did my mom. The image in my head was now of the claw, infinitely sharp and in full focus. A pretty blonde head, laying down and facing away, but immediately known to me, was visible in the background behind the claw. Slowly approaching Sabrina, the threat clear. I was paralyzed with fear that my hyper perceptive little sister (apparently perceptive enough to sense my demon) had just signed off on her own death.

"No," I said with a surprising amount of steel ringing in my voice. "She knows nothing. Finish your work tonight, and it'll be over."

A flash of a grin, thousands of teeth packed into a mouth only a little larger than a human's, and then it was gone. I guess it would take my submission over complete anonymity.

My mom was at my door a few moments later, eyes blank, the machine in full. "You will visit the hospital with me tomorrow. I don't know what this is, but I will have someone look at those veins." Her tone allowed for no argument.

"Yes, Mom."

"Good. Be ready to leave in the morning, I'll take you with me to the hospital. You'll have to wait around a while afterwards for my shift to end." She shrugged, uncaring that I would be bored.

"Yes, Mom.

I noticed she was carrying a plate of food. She held it out to me. "Sabrina insisted."

That was all she said, she knew it was all she needed to say. As much as I was beholden to my mom, would do what she said out of obligation or to avoid conflict, Sabrina commanded me in truth. We had long cared for each other in the aching silence of our home. I got her to stop studying, go to sleep, on a regular basis. She made me eat when I forgot to do so. The machine left without a word, and I could almost hear the whirring of motors driving her motions.

I dutifully ate and went downstairs to clean my plate, not meeting any of the eyes that followed me, cold and distant or warm and concerned, and returned upstairs.

Like a statue, I sat on my bed and watched the clock. 6pm rolled on to 9pm, not in a blink but in a crawl. I felt every moment as a different dread slowly consumed me. Finally, it was bedtime, though we were permitted to stay up until 10pm during the summer. I couldn't stand the waiting, so I brushed my teeth and stripped down. Clothes were the enemy of sleep, in my mind, and so I slept in just a blanket.

Sleep came easily, somehow, covering me in its warmth, like a baby in his mother's loving arms. Like I had as a baby, before my mom turned off.

Yet the images that entered my mind as I drifted off were of Sabrina, looking lovely in her summer dress, and my mom in her yoga pants, stretching and twisting delightfully under my lecherous gaze. My erection throbbed even as sleep consumed me.

1am. As always, my alarm clock showed 1am when I woke, unbidden, eyes fixed on a particular spot of the ceiling. I was paralyzed, but that was par for the course. My breath came as if through wet blankets, on the verge of suffocating me but not quite.

And there it was, standing in the corner with its rictus grin. It seemed to have settled that ever-morphing expression on something resembling joy, fierce and cruel. My heart raced; it had been pounding faster and faster with each night, and the creature seemed to have settled on "so fast he might die" as the pace for tonight. My jaw was clenched, and my traitorous dick was hard. I couldn't control a single piece of my body, nothing aside from my thoughts, but it still felt like a betrayal. Who would be aroused by their impending demise? Yet it throbbed.

With exacting motions, so precise that it made my mother's artful movements seem like a seizure in comparison, it approached. It did this over the span of an hour, so slowly that I couldn't identify a specific motion, especially as I was forced to look at that one accursed spot on the ceiling. A piece of spackle, highlighted by the green standby light of my computer, in the vague shape of a rabbit. And out of the corner of my eye, the rabbit approached. The blackened veins were everywhere now, coursing across its face, its eyes, its teeth somehow. The metal of its pinky nail claws had taken on a reddish shine tonight, as if they had been reforged in blood.

2am. It was at my foot, uncovered at some point from the blanket. With a casual motion that only took a few minutes, it reached out and touched my foot with the pad of its index finger. The first contact it had ever made with me, as if to cement the fact that it was real, and that this was the end. Its eyes looked... teasing? The touch felt normal, like contact from anyone, just a simple pressure. Yet, without moving at all, that pressure changed to ecstasy, like an instantaneous orgasm localized in that fingertip. And then it disappeared, like it had never happened. I couldn't react, paralyzed as I was, but the new flavor of fear I now felt made that smile grow wider, ever so slowly wider.

My dick throbbed, and I somehow knew that the creature hadn't caused that one. It simply... allowed it. A response to the sensations it had forced upon me. A betrayal in truth.

Was that to be my death, then? Would it carve me open, and make it orgasmic? Play with those pleasure and pain centers in my brain until none of it made sense, for those billions of years that it seemed to have to play with me, until pain was pleasure was pain?

It began to move further up, trailing that finger along my foot and up my leg, agonizingly slow but never breaking contact. My blanket never seemed to be in the way, even though it should be. There was just more skin to touch, though it never triggered that ecstatic sensation again. It just let me feel the fear of knowing it could. As it moved, my eyes were forced up, slowly off of that spackle spot, to another, identical bunny on the ceiling. They were always identical, though not when I looked in the morning. Just the one, original bunny spot.

Oh God. Its finger was on my knee. Would it touch my dick? Would it trigger the ecstasy then? Would I be found the next morning, by Sabrina I'm sure, heart exploded in my chest, covered in my own cum?

The smile widened.

It arrived, my blanket having moved itself off of my left half entirely, and that horrible little finger lingered on my hip, an inch from my twitching cock. It curled its index finger and thumb, perfectly normal in appearance, into an O, the other three fingers, including the claw, sticking up. It looked like it might...

It flicked my dick. Somehow it was still slow, but delivered with momentum, and I wished to know how that worked. No ecstasy, no pain, just a teasing thump of my dick. Precum oozed out, and I have no idea if the bunny creature caused it or allowed it.

That was the first time anything or anyone had ever touched me there. It felt like something precious had been taken away.

The fingertip, and the creature attached to it, continued its inexorable march upwards, to whatever its end goal might be. Would it go for my face? My throat?

It reached my belly button, and the fingertip became two, fingers walking slowly like legs around the head of my dick as it rested just below my navel. Dipping into my navel, the precum that had been discharged there, smearing it around with each little step. More was released, though I knew the bunny caused it this time. Feeling my physiological responses ripped from me, as if I would be aroused by this thing, was an agony of its own. And that was the point. I deserved agony, true agony, of even a sexual variety, because of my thoughts. My urges. And they were so dark. How could I want them like I did?

I couldn't even leave Sabrina out of my dark desires, no, she was the centerpiece. My mother danced around the edges of my perverted mind, an idle fantasy, a campfire in comparison to the burning star of desire I held for my little sister. This was my punishment, I knew it to be true, and it was well earned.

The fingertips pressed deep into my navel, infinite in their strength, my flesh yielding until it had pressed two inches in. It released another pulse of that ecstasy into my guts. I could feel it as my stomach, my liver, my kidneys and skin, all clenched up in orgasm, each individual organ unique and distinct, a flavor of its own. Unable to even gasp, my breath still suffocating, I just rode those unwanted waves of pleasure. It released its power over my cock as it did this, and every twitch and throb was my own.

It stayed there for a horrid duration, the clock declaring it to be an entire minute that the little death rocked my innards. Only a minute, and the creature didn't even expand that time as it did on occasion. Yet the sensations were plenty to stretch time on their own, until my mind felt weak. Weaker, anyway.

Finally it moved on, withdrawing those fingers and returning to a single fingertip, slower than before. Its destination was close. No! Despite wanting my suffering to end, I knew my end would come with it. And before then, it would take its pleasure in my harm, stretching time in its slow torture.

3am. It reached its destination, finger resting over my sternum. Not my heart, specifically, that was a little off to the left in humans, but my center. My torture always lasted until 4am, it had been moving a little faster than usual today, to leave time to flay me. I watched the claw descend. It had kept the claw tucked safely away along its forearm, but it slowly curled the index finger down while extending its pinky. The blood red blade sang in the dark from that little movement.

The blade was set down over my chest. Not pressing, but making contact. It could kill me with a twitch, but that wasn't the point. It would spend the next hour murdering me, and I would never know what my corpse would look like. I guess none of us ever did, but not knowing was part of the torture. Would it allow my body to be displayed, clearly slaughtered by a supernatural being? Or would it make me whole, dead by mysterious causes?

Was I about to be forced to love every second of this? It could make me feel anything, by tweaking the neurotransmitters in my brain, presumably. Yet my mind was locked inside, no longer piloting the meat mech that made up my brain and body, and I could only feel horror as the sensations fed to me by my traitorous brain were in direct conflict to what they should be.

The claw began to press, with infinite patience, and... my eyes were released. No longer forced to look up--my eyes had almost been forced to roll back in my head to avoid looking at the creature directly--they reflexively relaxed. My eyes hurt, but that feedback was ignored as I got my first good look at the creature. None of the details changed, but were only filled in, and I made eye contact. Its eyes were the color of granite that had been washed in blood. Its grin was wider than my head now, wider than its own head. The image of Captain Crunch's disembodied eyebrows crept into my mind, and the creature was apparently displeased by the thought.

Cool, it could read my thoughts.

It pushed harder, just a little, and the little pindrop of pain was multiplied a thousand times, fracturing and bouncing around my brain, each little iota of pain morphing on its own schedule into blasphemous pleasure. The two mixed together at random, tearing at my brain, making me feel the edge of sanity. There was no end to it, and my sense of time was gone. I felt ecstasy as my blood poured out by the gallon, oceans of it, I felt pain as my lifeblood splashed around an empty infinite space, filling it and drowning me.

It. Fucking. Sucked.

And that was only the beginning. A single drop of blood. I could see in its eyes, making full eye contact with mine, how horrid and extravagant this experience would be. I saw the tension rise in that pinky finger, the drop of blood grew, and the pain/pleasure redoubled. That droplet was a planet covered in my blood as my skin orgasmed on that terrible blade. I screamed, but only in my mind. Still only the beginning.

SLAM!

My door crashed open and blonde locks flashed through the air, highlighted in the painful brightness of the hallway light. Sabrina dove, landing on me with her full weight, her body pressed along mine. She was clad in a sleep shirt, stolen from me. A silhouette in the doorway notified me of my mother's presence, arms crossed coolly as she observed.

But this was all in passing, observed in my periphery. I was too consumed by the scream of pain from the creature, and my own joy at being rescued. Sabrina had passed right through the thing, and now it stood... away. Not approaching, some three feet from my bedside. Glaring down at me with a hatred that was new. It turned those eyes to my sister, and my own hatred ratcheted up a thousand notches, matching and surpassing it. I stared my fury into its eyes, engaged that this creature could even THINK of harming Sabrina. I was still paralyzed, but I exulted in her touch, took joy in it, and it hissed. At some point, my breath had been released to me, and I breathed her in, her scent filling me fully, and my joy rose higher. It hissed again.

I grinned, in my head at least. I could hurt it. My joy was painful to it. It was tied to me, reveling in my misery. It made sense that happiness would be painful.

Sabrina was speaking, "I'm here, Seb. I felt it. Your pain. I can't see it, but I know something is here. I won't let it hurt you." She turned her head, "Mom! Check him!"

"Yes," the machine shaped like Marie Anderson said. Emotionless but competent, she strolled into the room, seizing my wrist in her hand to take my pulse. "Extremely elevated. If this has been going on for very long there is risk of strain or damage. We need to calm him down." Oh. Hopefully more than two hours straight wasn't too bad.

"How can he calm down? It's still here," Sabrina replied. "Right there." She gestured to the beast, the statue of rage, unmoving but threatening all the same, a few feet away from my mother.

She ignored Sabrina, "His heart rate hasn't changed AT ALL. Exactly the same, like a metronome."

"Seb? Can you move? Speak?"

I had my breath. I forced it out quickly, like a gentle snort.

"One for yes, two for no."

One outward breath, followed by two. It couldn't seem to regain control of that. Of anything it released. That was just my breath, eyes, and dick.

"Are you hurt?"

She was laying on the drop of blood, but it was just one pinprick. I breathed no.

"Is it moving?"

I flicked my gaze over. Yes! There, the claw was raising again, so slowly. Could it reach me from there? If it could, it would be able to enact its full fury, even with the simplest touch. The clock showed 3:06. Plenty of time for it to reach me before the 4am deadline, if that was even a deadline. I breathed yes.

"We need to move him," Sabrina said. "Can we?"

My hand ripped itself from my mom's hands, falling onto the bed with intense weight. That was new. My mom tried to pick it up again, but it wasn't budging. I couldn't quite tell because every move was so slow, but it looked pleased. Still shielding me with her body, Sabrina plucked at my other limbs, but they were stuck tight. I wished I understood the rules this creature played by, but I was stuck.

"He's locked down, Mom!" Sabrina said, in a panic.

My mom was blinking, processing the sudden change in gravity my limbs were experiencing. It was the first overtly supernatural thing that she had witnessed, if she was unable to see the creature. "We can't get him away from the thing then. I guess there's really a thing. So we... calm him down. His heart rate needs to come down. That's what I know."

"That thing will kill him!"

"Where is it? Here?" She gestured, and Sabrina nodded. My mom fearlessly walked over and stood in the same space. They were superimposed, and she was occasionally lost in its body. My heart was in my throat, but she was unharmed. "Nothing." She moved away.

"Seb, is it still moving?" I breathed yes. The claw was fully extended, out from the rest of the hand. "We need to... stop it? Somehow?"

I breathed yes. Over and over. A single outward breath, pause, another. I had hurt it by feeling joy at Sabrina coming to rescue me.

"Seb? What does that mean? We need to stop it, I know."

"He has a way to stop it?" My mom asked.

Yes!

Sabrina frowned, "It moved away when we entered, I felt it. Sebastian's pain stopped, was gone from my head, as soon as we entered. But it didn't move away right away, not until Seb saw me."

Yes, I breathed, gesturing at her with my eyes. No holding back, or I would die.

"Me?"

Yes.

"You were happy to see me?" Yes. "That makes sense. I was saving you." Yes. And no. "Hmm." I gestured with my eyes again, away and then at her. At her, over and over.

I couldn't pretend. When I felt happy, this thing was hurt. She made me happy. And that's it.

"Me, specifically?" Yes. "Not mom?" No. "You were happy to see me specifically, and somehow that helped?" YES! I breathed that repeatedly, but the claw was inching higher, the arm slowly raising.

My mom sighed, "Your brother is in love with you, Sabrina. Your whole life, I think. Your father pointed it out, I never realized." I was mortified, but I couldn't show it. How did they know that?

Sabrina blushed bright red, looking at my mom, "Well, uh, what do I do with that?" She looked down at me, so beautiful even amongst the fear. "Is that true?"

Yes.

"Well that's... actually totally okay." She buried her face in my chest, flushed red in the light spilling in from the hallway.

"Sabrina? What do you mean?" My mom asked. "I think it's important."

"I love him, too." She looked up at me from under her lashes, and I believed her. My heart sang, and the SCREAM that rang out from the beast in that moment was the perfect complement to that melody. I couldn't widen my eyes, couldn't convey my joy in any way other than to breathe. Yes. Yes. Yes. I reveled in it, and the scream turned into a wail.

I breathed out several times so it sounded like laughter, looking over at the thing, and Sabrina smiled over at where the creature stood. It was a little patchy, see through in spots. But it was still approaching, and hadn't been pushed back. The veins crisscrossing its body were still there, thicker now.

"Why, Sabrina?" Mom asked, coldly extracting the truth as only she could.

"He's been my rock, through all of your bullshit. It's like living with a mannequin, sometimes, Mom. You're not real. You just look like a person, move like a person. All demands, no love, no care at all."

"Yes. I know."

"But Seb has been everything to me. This is just the last thing he could be." She smiled at me, "I'm in love with you, too, Seb."

Yes, I breathed, and my eyes teared up. The creature was screaming again, my joy shredding its body in places, but it wasn't done. It was still reaching for me, inexorable, and it needed only a touch. It had been holding back when it touched me before, but I knew. One touch. My fear stood in the way of the joy, as I knew I might die before I got to explore whatever this was with Sabrina. Before I could tell her I loved her with my own voice.

"So what now? It's still here." Yes. I didn't know either. My happiness wasn't enough to kill it, or banish it. I was still too afraid, maybe. At this rate, she would just have to watch me die, from inches away.

"Can you show him that you love him?"

Sabrina blanched. "Right now?!"

"Yes."

My heart would be pounding right now if it wasn't already at its absolute maximum.

"That's embarrassing!" Sabrina said.

"I'm not someone you should be embarrassed of. I'm just here to keep him alive if I can."

Did she actually care if I died, though? Or was she just doing the things that someone who cared would do?

"She's not real," Sabrina said with a smile, our little inside joke. I breathed yes. "I'm gonna kiss you, Seb." She couldn't hold back a smile as she said it, and I felt like I could fly. And then she kissed me. My lips were frozen and unmoving, but it was electric anyways. That now familiar shriek rang out, and there were holes visible all throughout the creature's body. "Seb, look at me. Ignore that shitbag. I'm here, and I'm yours." She kissed me again, and my head went quiet, I couldn't hear the screams from the beast. I just enjoyed her kiss, trying desperately to kiss her back, but I couldn't move. I didn't even have control over my eyelids, couldn't close them to revel in it properly, but I focused on her as requested.

Sabrina pulled away. "Okay. That's working, but not enough." Yes. She gave me a naughty smile. "Well. I guess we're gonna do it in front of Mom." I did a circle with my eyes like I was going to pass out, and she giggled. "Seb? Is it okay if I look at it? It keeps pushing against me..."

Yes. Yes. Yes.

"Sabrina, do you know what you're doing?" My mom asked.

"Not even a little bit."

"Would you like some assistance, down there? A demonstration?"

I watched emotions play across her face-- fascination, amusement, lust, fear, jealousy--and the creature let out a little scream. Just a little one, a burst of joy from a fantasy being offered to me. A fully incestuous double blowjob.

"You wouldn't come between us? Romantically, I guess." Sabrina asked.

"That part of me is dead like the rest. I have some affection for you two, but that's about it." She shrugged, "It's just a demonstration. Or whatever helps."

The creature's arm was extended now. Too far away by a few feet.

Sabrina slipped down my body, smiling up at me happily, excited to do what she was about to do. My mom was now there, too, and they met on the bed on either side of my legs, staring at my cock.

"He looks... big," Sabrina said, swallowing hard.

"He is. Pretty close to your father, maybe a little bigger. It might hurt when it enters you."

"Hmm. Kay. Maybe you can show me that, too?" The smile she gave me was EVIL, and I loved her even more. There was no need to get her to do that demonstration. Sabrina just wanted to see it.

But she wasn't an idiot, "His virginity is for you, Sabrina."

"Oh, right."

"We'll see after. If it helps him, then fine. I could use an orgasm or two."

"Hnnngh," Sabrina answered for both of us, eyes alight with lust, a mirror of my own. An exact copy of my eyes, really, and that made it so much hotter.

"We need to make him happy, right?" My mom asked. Sabrina nodded. I breathed yes. "Boys are simple. Sabrina, kiss me."

Gaaaahhhh. Holy fuck! I tried to convey that sentiment through my eyes. Sabrina saw it.

With a feral grin, she attacked my mom, pulling her lips together, and they both moaned. I'm not sure if my mom is just a good actress, but she looked into it. Their tongues were dancing, tangling together in no time, and Mom's hands went up to Sabrina's neck, pulling her in closer. If my sister was new to kissing, I couldn't tell. They looked like they'd been doing this for years.

With a sultry smile, Mom grabbed the hem of Sabrina's shirt. "Tits make boys happy." Sabrina smiled, still recovering from that scorching kiss. Mom pulled the shirt up and off.

And suddenly my baby sister was nude, and my mind went blank. Where were her panties?

Her body was exactly what I dreamed. Small breasts, barely B cup I would guess, but mesmerizing, capped in tender pink. Exactly perfect. Her waist was small, her skin pale, and her hips were wide. She watched me drink her in, an excited flush crawling across her skin.

"Do you think I'm sexy, Seb?"

YES! I breathed, emphatically as I was able.

"Would you like to see what you'll be given access to, once you're free?"

Yes!

She gave me a smile that was both shy and wanton, and crawled back up my body. I felt little licks at my cock, which could thankfully move freely, unbound by the weight affecting my limbs. I enjoyed my sister's nudity as my mother began to suck my cock. Sabrina pressed those perfect breasts close to my face, giggling as my eyes rolled involuntarily. "Don't look away, Seb. Devour me with those eyes."

Or else. But that went unsaid. I had to enjoy her fully, completely, revel in the majesty of my sister, lest I be the one consumed. I put those thoughts, the fear, aside, and stared at those perfect breasts, a foot from my face. I couldn't express myself, but my mom let out a little hum as I pulsed in her mouth.

"You'll get to suck on these, like, ASAP. Do you like them? I think they're perky and pretty." Yes. "Mmm I'm glad you like them, Seb. I see you watching me sometimes. I wasn't sure if I was reading you right, I'm so happy to know I wasn't imagining it."

I'm an open book to her. It would only be her own self doubt that would prevent her from spotting my desire. All my guilt and attempts to hide my darkness from a girl who loved me regardless and a woman who couldn't be offended. What a waste. So I watched those perfect breasts with all the intensity I had been holding back, compressed into a few minutes, conveyed through only my eyes.

And then she moved up. Her belly, so taut and smooth, only got a moment. There wasn't a ton of time. Before I was ready, her mound was presented before me, her pussy itself just below and out of sight. A gorgeous patch of blonde hair, carefully maintained, covered that mound, offering a hint at her maturity. She was ready for this. She wanted this, and the shift of her hips that followed just proved it. She presented her pussy for my observation.

"You're gonna go in here so soon, Seb. But I needed you to see, first. I keep myself shaved and maintained, just for you, just in case those looks were real. If you had ever opened your mouth and told me how you felt, this pussy would've been yours in moments. Do you think it's sexy, Sebastian?"

Sabrina's pussy was gorgeous, pink and wet, the only hair was the patch on her mound. A little clit sat perched, peeking out from under the littlest hood, right above a pair of pink lips that protruded just a bit, and hung open, waiting for a probing member to pierce their opening. I could almost hear the sigh that would leave her lips when I entered her. And I would enter her. No matter the ending of this story, she would press my cock inside her.

Yes, I breathed. Sexiest thing alive, but I didn't have words. Even if I had speech, was capable of it, I would be speechless. She stayed there as long as she could. The clock now read 3:15, and I couldn't stand to look at the rabbit, lest I lose focus. Its frequent screams, firmly ignored, were enough.

Almost casually, Sabrina turned around on my chest. Her goal was my cock, as she now leaned down to kiss my mom around it. Mom quietly gave her tips, and then she took over. I don't think she was aware of the fact that my primary source of lust from the women in this house had just been presented to me. Maybe she thought she didn't have anything else to show me. She had never dated, it's possible she didn't know she had driven me nuts every time she turned her back.

Dat. Ass.

As soon as her lips closed around my cock, not visible to me from this angle regardless, I came in her mouth. Her wonderful, glorious butt was casually presented to me, finally. Those cheeks were huge for her size, so firm and tight, the greatest ass in the world. And when she bent over, it spread, and that little hole, so private and not to be shown to your brother, was made visible to my hungry gaze.

I couldn't not cum if I tried. My mom had been doing an amazing job working my cock up to that point, calmly taking most of my length into her mouth, her throat. I'd been so focused on Sabrina that I hadn't really noticed my approaching orgasm. So the combination of my greatest desire presented to me, while the girl of my dreams leaned down and sucked my cock, I stood no chance.

Without a sound, my cum fired into Sabrina's mouth. She squeaked and began to swallow, and I felt a second tongue servicing the parts of my shaft that were still exposed, licking what spilled out. The moans that the two women made, though one was possibly faked, were incredible to hear. Sabrina's pussy was leaking its clear juices as she swallowed, and her asshole was clenching. I wanted to scream, to moan, to shout, but the rabbit wasn't playing fair. I could only let them service me, and try not to think of that descending blade.

From the screams that I fiercely ignored, it seemed they were doing a good job of burning the thing, making me happy and bringing its death closer.

Sabrina popped back up as I finished cumming. I wasn't even allowed to feel tired, the urge to sleep after an orgasm. I simply remained, existing. It was the greatest orgasm of my life, for sure. It made the ecstasy falsely implanted in my body pale by comparison.

Sabrina looked at me with a victorious smile. "Was that your first time cumming in someone's mouth?" Yes. "I got your first. Fuck yes. I want all of them."

I pointed my eyes at her butt, but she didn't notice.

She squeezed my cock, "Still haarrrdd big brother. It's like you wanna fuck your sister, or something. Nasty boy."

This was a side to her I had never known. The dirty talking slut. I wondered if this was new to her, too. Just spilling out in the heat of the moment. I loved it.

"Mom. How did he taste, compared to other men?"

"Very good. His diet is extremely healthy. That was probably the tastiest cum I have eaten." And she had only gotten what poured out of Sabrina's mouth.

"I thought so. I just swallowed a ton of your healthy, sexy sperm, Seb. Gimme more, all the time, please." I didn't know if she was playing this up to make me happy, or if this was just how she felt. I was intoxicated. She turned to me, twisted on my chest to look at me, but quirked her head. My eyes were fixed on her butt, not meeting her eyes. "What's he looking at, Mom?"

"Boys like butts, Sabrina." Mom said simply.

"I know that, but mine?"

"Yours is excellent. One of the best, probably."

"Really?"

"Yes. I think your brother looks there more than anywhere else, like trees, or the sky. Your butt, then mine, then anything else in the world. He tries to hide it, but he's not good at that."

"Reeeaaallllyyy?" She replied, the word drawn out and intrigued. "I was wondering what the fuck he was staring at. Are you a booty fiend, Seb?" Yes. "Are you all about that anal sex?" Yes. "Do you wanna fuck your little sister in the butt?" Emphatic yes. "Well we know what happens when you get free, huh? I'm not giving that up to you like this." Probably no time anyway. She flipped around, leaning close to my face, "Let's murder that monster with love so you can fuck me in the butt like a good big brother."

She kissed me again, even though I couldn't kiss her back, but my heart was full of joy. When she sank her pussy down on my still hard cock, I wanted to scream. My mind existed solely in my cock for those first few moments, and I was engulfed in rolling flame, oceanic wetness, and a grip so tight it could've been supernatural. Sabrina just hissed, little whispers of my name buried in there, making full and delicious eye contact as she slowly sank down on me. "I. Love. You." She declared. Yes, I breathed. My only way to respond.

There was no barrier, and I was grateful. I couldn't stand to hurt her. Not now. I sank into her depths, body and soul, and the happiest smile danced across her lips, mixed with a bit of pain. "Fuck! You're so thick! It's like a tree trunk in my pussy."

My mom stood, walking around the bed, passing through an outline of an arm and a blood red blade a foot from my face. She gave me a grin, and gave Sabrina a kiss before stripping down, naked in seconds. Sabrina was a clone of this woman, almost identical in body shape, and it baffled my mind that there could be another butt that good. But my mom was more rigorous in her exercise, and her abs were defined in a way I didn't know I liked.

She leaned down to me, whispering just loud enough for Sabrina to hear, "Watching you take your sister's virginity has me so horny. Sebastian, you HAVE to fuck me, too. I'll take tomorrow off, and you and your sister will have a free day. Except that you have to spend that free day fucking us, okay?" I throbbed inside my sister, who was halfway down my cock now. Sabrina giggled.

"That's different. I like the twitches."

Oh! My cock had been released, could I? I could! I flexed it inside her, and she shrieked a laugh. I felt her pussy relax immediately, just a little, after she laughed. She got another two inches inside, eyes rolling.

My mom continued, "I should've done this months ago. You two are the only emotional attachments I have left, even as weak as that feels, and this is doing crazy things to me. What will it feel like when you enter your mother's pussy?" I breathed an emphatic YES. Hearing her talk dirty like this was so wrong, and I loved it.

I had a fascinating thought. Could we fix her? She had only become this human machine after Dad died. She had been our sweet mother, always ready with a smile, an inappropriate joke. She even had a cute little belly, just a bit. But, when Dad died, that all went away. The lists began, the demands exact and precise, each task to be redone a dozen times as needed until it was right, and the distance grew. Sabrina and I were teenagers, and the hormones didn't help, but Sabrina had once cried where she could see, missing Dad. Mom had just stared at her, unable to make that connection. I wondered if I could stand in for him, somehow. Wake her back up. She already sounded different. More alive.

The idea of having my mom back was a happy one, so I leaned into it, despite not knowing if it carried any truth. The screams in the back of my mind echoed a little louder, my happiness drawing a little closer to obliterating this beast that tormented me.

Sabrina finally sat, my cock fully embedded in her pussy. I had been watching her the whole time I listened to my mom, and each inch had been a delicious agony. So many emotions flitted across her delicate features, from lust to love to pain to worry and everything in between. Now, as my mom casually reached down to play with her daughter's clit, Sabrina's face held only love. And an ocean's worth of lust.

"I'm gonna love you, Sebastian. I'm gonna ride you and make you miiinnee," she moaned the last word as I flexed inside her, "and if she asks nicely, Mom can have some of you, too. We'll take care of each other. Be, unghhh, a real family," she was riding me now, slowly. "Mom, how often do you have sex?"

"I have a coworker, married but unsatisfied." Of course that wouldn't bother her. "We meet up once a month or so. He's decent, but it's the discretion I appreciate." She shrugged, "It scratches an itch."

"Well, how would you like to teach your son to be the lover you neeedd?"

She blinked, surprise evident on her face. "That is deeply arousing." So there was nuance there. Specific things that made her horny. It wasn't just a mechanical thing.

Sabrina giggled, "This is gonna be so much fucking FUN! Aghh!" She was riding me hard now, my mother's fingers dancing on her clit, and I felt a band around my chest release. Fun. I could have fun, for once. Not that Sabrina and I didn't have a nice time at home sometimes, but I wouldn't call living here very fun. The hope blossoming in my chest was intense, and tears leaked from my eyes. At the same time, my eyes were rolling from the pleasure of my sister's scalding, squeezing pussy.

SLAP SLAP SLAP rang out through the silent room as Sabrina repeatedly dropped her pussy down on my cock, eyes wide and moans rising in pitch. "I think you're going to make your sister cum," Mom said. She swiped her fingers along my cock and sucked them. "Your sister is delicious. Hmm." Mom reached up her other hand to my lips, and found she could open them a little, and my jaw wasn't closed. She grinned and acquired more sisterly pussy juice, carefully placing that dollop on my tongue. I couldn't moan, but my eyes rolled at the taste. She tasted like honey, but if honey was sexy.

"You like, aghh, my pussy juice, big brother?" Emphatic yes. "FUCK! This big dick is gonna make me cum! Are you close?" Yes. "Fill me up, whenever you want, Seb. I need your cum. Need it. Gahhh I NEED IT!" She slammed herself down on me and came. "FUUUUCCKK!" She screamed, "Oh FUCK ME! FUCK ME SEB!" I couldn't, but she came anyway. I flexed inside her on each downstroke, and I could feel her tunnel clamping down on me over and over. It felt amazing, and I didn't want it to end, but end it would, as my balls felt like they were boiling.

As Sabrina's back arched, her eyes white as they rolled back mid-orgasm, I began to cum. I had to trust that she wouldn't get pregnant, as I had no way of stopping what was happening. She planted my cock deep, pressing against her cervix, and I fired my hot, thick, incestuous cum into her womb. She had been moaning deeply, but that first shot of brotherly cum in her depths turned that moan into a scream. "FUCCCKK YESS SEB! FILL ME WITH THAT CUM BIG BROTHER!"

The eroticism of that moment, my sister giving me everything I could ever want, and loving me for it... I was overfilled with joy. It poured out of me in rivers, straight into the woman I loved more than life itself. The fleshy bunny of death could eat a dick, I was going NOWHERE. I was in love with my little sister, she was in love with me, and this is where I belonged, with our mother smooshed in there somewhere.

The metallic red glint of that claw, an inch from my eye, almost broke my focus. The bunny's body was gone, and it existed only as the blood-red tip of a claw, a quarter inch long, reaching for me in the slowest of motions. It had been screaming, howling in my mind as my sister loved me, as she filled me with joy by giving me the gift of herself. Yet the thing lived, on the very edge of death but inching closer. I could see the claw still shrinking, vanishing an atom at a time, but it would reach me first, and I would die.

Oddly enough, it was my mom that dealt the killing blow.

"I wanna drink that cum," she moaned, fingers deep in her pussy. Sabrina grinned at her and rolled off me, spreading her legs wide. Mom dove in with a hunger that NOBODY could fake. There was real desire there, and I knew, I KNEW we could bring her back. She wasn't dead inside, wasn't a soulless machine.

She probably just needed some fucking therapy. Why was that only occurring to me now?

With a final shriek, the bunny died, its claw a quarter inch from my eye. I was released, able to crawl to my perfect little sister, currently being eaten out ferociously by my sexy, tiny mother. Sabrina shrieked with joy when I kissed her, and the feel of her tongue on mine gave me goosebumps. She shrieked again as Mom made her cum. "I. Love. You." I growled, a mirrored answer to her earlier declaration. It made her cum harder, eyes locked on me, her hand in mine, squeezing for dear life.

She came down, and I kissed her again. Her hand pulled at my hair, pulled me in harder, desperate to have me closer. I physically couldn't be happier, and I breathed her in, closing my eyes and feeling my heart rate finally come down.

I felt her hand on my cock. I was harder than steel. Harder than I've ever been. "Pick, Seb. My ass? Mom's pussy? Mom's ass?" Sabrina grinned a challenge at me.

Paralysis set in once more, but this was more stunlock, a bevy of the greatest options on the planet presented to me, making me freeze up.

I picked option D. I pulled those two women into my arms, cock thrust up between them, but ignored. "You two saved my life. Thank you so, so, so much." I squeezed them as hard as I could, unable to help it as the emotions swept over me. They both grunted, and Sabrina squee'd happily into my neck. Mom just watched me, a shadow of a smile playing across her face.

"I'm glad you're okay," she said finally. "I mean it, too." She frowned. "I feel weird."

"You need to talk to someone, Mom," I said quietly.

"All of us, probably," Sabrina said. "That was terrifying."

"Plus, we've just been sitting on the pain for years," I said.

"Maybe that had something to do with the... thing?"

"Death bunny," I replied. "That's what it looked like anyway."

"Oh, that's why you wanted to murder the rabbit in the backyard today," Sabrina said. I nodded. "Maybe us not talking about this shit made the, uh, death bunny appear." She shrugged. "It's certainly gone now. I don't feel it at all."

"So it's my fault?" Mom asked with a frown.

I hugged her tighter, "Dunno. We'll have to look into it, find an... occultist? Or something? But I could hardly blame you. It's been rough, really rough, and I'm sorry we weren't very kind to you. Mom, lay here," I said, putting her between Sabrina and me. "You haven't had anyone love you since Dad. We love you. Let us love you."

She blinked. And blinked. Pressed between her two children, who both fervently expressed their love. She didn't break, that wall was too strong, calcified and cemented in place, but maybe it weakened. She cleared her throat several times, and swallowed. "Thank you, Sebastian. Sabrina. This feels like... something."

We were quiet for a bit, the two of us cuddling our mom, my hard dick placed against her belly but ignored.

4am. We fell asleep.

7:15am, my alarm went off.

"Turn that shit off!" Mom whined. I did so with a laugh, feeling lighter than I had for a week, or most of my life, honestly. I was out from under the burden of my incestuous desires, and I could feel my Mom coming back to life. Even that response was different from her norm. Normal people hate alarm clocks, but my mom had lived by hers for six years.

But she was snuggled up to me, having rolled over between Sabrina and me during the night, and I was awake now. Her big butt was there for the grinding, and my cock was already pressed between those cheeks.

"Seb? What are you doing?" My mom asked. Seb! She called me by my nickname! Sabrina, awake and watching, laughed along with me.

"Rubbing," I replied.

"Nnnnh," Mom whined again. "That doesn't go there, though. Goes here." She stuck her butt out on the downstroke and reached her hand back, lining me up with her dripping wet pussy in one smooth movement, and I pressed inside. We both gasped, and Sabrina's eyes lit up. She bit her lip, and I could see her arm moving, her hand between her thighs. "Sabrina, let me," Mom whimpered, and they swapped. Sabrina's hand worked Mom's clit, and Sabrina worked hers in return. I bottomed out in my Mom's pussy in no time, her squeezing, boiling pussy able to take me with less strain than Sabrina's. "God, I forgot how good that felt."

"Your son's cock?" Sabrina teased, moaned, as Mom's fingers worked.

"No, silly girl. A big dick. He's so much like your father, even down there. Ughhh, he fits just right!" I was moving in her pussy now, slowly fucking her in the spoons position. My left hand took Sabrina's spare hand. I had so much exploring to do, butts to grope and nipples to suck, and I would get to it, but I wanted to love these two women more than I wanted to fuck them. "Haaahhh I missed this!" Mom moaned.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work by now?" Sabrina asked with a wicked grin.

"Fuck that shit! Dick! More dick!" Sabrina and I cackled happily.

"Even from, ungh, your son?" I panted.

"YES! ESPECIALLY FROM MY SON!" She yelled. "UNGH! You two are all I have! I should give you everything!"

"EVERYTHING!" Sabrina repeated with a moan. "We'll take care of you, Mom! So you give us everything you have left, and we'll give you ourselves right back. You feel, ahh, empty inside? We'll fill you with love. Seb's gonna do it real soon, aren't you baby?"

I growled when she called me that. "YES!" My hips slapped against my mom's perfect ass. Their hands kept working, diddling, little squelching noises from Sabrina suggesting my Mom might be a few fingers deep by now. "FUCK! Mom, I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it, Seb! FILL ME UP! I need to feel your love!"

I squeezed her tiny waist, felt those toned abs flex as she pushed back on me, and I came first, setting off a cascade of orgasms as we lay together in that bed. Mom shoved her face into the pillow and screamed, and Sabrina shrieked, my Mom's fingers doing SOMETHING inside her. Sabrina threw her head back and came right along with us, the grunting and moaning of our little family threesome filling the whole house.

Better than the quiet of the last six years.

Cumming inside my mother was a wild experience. She was so tight, so tiny, yet she took my whole cock. I pressed against the opening of her womb and fired my cum right inside. Into the womb that made me. "Gahhh fuck Mom!"

"Oh fuck my son is cumming inside meeee!" She shrieked, and I witnessed a woman squirting for the first time in my life, watching over Mom's shoulder as she doused Sabrina in juices. Sabrina, meanwhile, had rolled onto her back and spread her legs to give Mom better access, and... wow. Mom had two fingers pounding into Sabrina's ass, and the fingers from her other hand were a blur on the blonde's clit, while Sabrina screamed her orgasm to the ceiling.

We all collapsed together, boneless and satisfied. A quick swap later, I was in the middle of the cuddle pile. My mom apparently liked to lay on man chests.

"How are you feeling, Mom?" I asked.

"The emptiness comes and goes. I keep worrying that this is fake, that what I'm feeling right now isn't real. But I'm pretty sure I loved that." She shrugged. "I don't know much else. I'll keep an eye on it." She peered up at me, "How are you feeling, Sebastian?"

"I don't know. Grateful, that you two were willing to do all that to save me. Love. Lots of love. But I still see flashes of that fucking thing when I close my eyes." I closed them now, and I could picture the creature easily. It wasn't the same as yesterday evening, when it had forced itself into my mind. No, this was just a traumatic experience playing itself out in my head on repeat.

"Therapy," Sabrina insisted. "We all need it. It'll be weird to talk about the incest, though..."

"They'll try to talk us out of it," Mom said with a frown.

"We won't listen. It helps you. Or it seems like it does."

"Yes. It does. My emotions don't seem so far away right now."

"Healed by incestuous dick, huh?" Sabrina teased.

"And pussy. And booty," Mom said, lasciviously licking the fingers she had pulled from Sabrina's ass.

"MOM!" Sabrina shrieked, laughing but mortified.

"Sorry, Sabrina, but your brother isn't the only one that has been tormented by your butt. I like girls, too. Your dad and I had a lot of fun with that."

"REALLY?!" Sabrina exclaimed.

"Uh huh."

That revelation led to a lot of kissing between the two of them, both of them revving back up while I throbbed. Sabrina finally turned to me, "Seb, you need to fuck my butt. I dunno how I'm gonna do that, but I want it. I wanna see the look on your face when I give that to you."

"I have lube, but I would need to get up first," Mom said. I was holding her in place with my arm. I growled, but let her go. She danced her way over to the door, big butt swaying with those lovely, graceful steps. She was back in seconds with a bottle of lube, and my heart rate spiked. I didn't like that feeling, actually.

"Seb?" Sabrina asked with a look of concern.

"I'm okay. Just don't like the feeling of my heart racing right now. It was stuck like that for hours every night, for a week."

"We'll get you a full checkup, Sebastian," Mom said. "Cardiologist included. I have strings I can pull so it won't go on any records."

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," Sabrina said with a little teasing smile. I rolled my eyes.

"Mom, can you help us with this? I imagine you've done this before."

"Oh yes. Your father was a big fan of anal. First things first. A little... analingus helps quite a lot."

"Eat my ass Seb!" Sabrina laughed, flipping onto her belly. Her butt jiggled seismically, enchanting, and I dove in.

"The goal is to get her asshole to relax," Mom coached, "So drive your tongue in deep." So aroused, I did so, feeling her tight hole yield to my questing tongue.

"Fuck!" Sabrina exclaimed. "So hoooottt..."

"Ugh, we're all out of order. You haven't eaten her pussy, yet." That was the control freak talking.

"He'll get to it! You already did, anyway. Don't fucking move, Seb!" Her hand came back and pulled me in deeper, cutting off my airflow, but that butt. So worth it. I did eventually have to come up for air, but only briefly. She was panting, and I kept going, eventually adding an unsure thumb.

"Gently around the clit, Sebastian," Mom coached. "Like this," she ran a finger in circles on my back, and I copied the motion on Sabrina's clit. She howled, and the orgasm that had been slowly approaching from my tongue work suddenly came barreling down.

"Fuck!" She screamed. "Make me cum, you fucking perv!" And I did. Her ass clamped down on my tongue, her hand in my hair pulled me in close again, while my thumb worked her clit. This was my first time intentionally making my sister cum, and it felt amazing. Like my desires, held back so long, were actually beautiful. I was giving my lovely little sister pleasure. What was wrong with that?

She collapsed, humming and circling her hips, little aftershocks rolling through and making her giggle. "Okay! That was fucking awesome! C'mere." She pulled me down and kissed me, while I groaned at the dirtiness of kissing her after eating her ass. Maybe I wasn't the only perv. Oh, well my Mom was too. Maybe we all were.

I throbbed against her hip, laying on her back as I was to kiss her. "Nuh uh, Seb. Can't fuck a hip." She smiled up at me, radiant and beautiful. "Gotta fuck the butt."

My Mom frowned, "Not like that, though. On your belly is a little intense. Seb, stand up. Sabrina, bend over the bed."

We got in position, and I was blinded as my little sister bent over, offering me everything. My mom opened the cap on the lube, but I wasn't there yet. I hadn't had my sister's pussy voluntarily, and I lined up there. "Ooh, my perv boy can say no to the booty?"

"When it's this pussy, yes." I pressed my cock in, and we both hissed. She was much more comfortable taking me this time around, and I was buried to the hilt in under a minute.

"Fuuuckk that's so good. Make me cum again, Seb. Make me cum so you can take my butt."

I pulled out and pressed back in, Sabrina opening up and taking every inch. She had taken me during the night, but I hadn't been involved much. This was incredible, and in this position I could reach her depths with ease. My hips slapped against her ass as I picked up speed, my balls slapping against her clit.

"Haaahhhh yesss Sebastian! FUCK ME!" She cried. Her fingers were down between her legs, working her clit, and she stared back at me with those green eyes, full of love. A few short minutes in, her breathing deepened, moans escalating in pitch. "Mmmgonna cummm," she growled, and her pussy clenched on me rhythmically. "Gonnaa cummm! HNNNNGGHHH!" She clamped down like a vise and threw her head back. I was panting, her scalding pussy drawing my orgasm near, but I fought it. This was just a warmup, to help her relax. "Mommyyyy! He's gonna fuck my butt! Hnnngh! AHHH!"

"He is, Sabrina. And you'll love it." Mom pet her hair as she came, whimpering into the bedspread.

Finally, she breathed calmly into the blanket. Relaxed. I pulled out, and blinked as my mother sucked me clean. She couldn't get me all the way into her throat, but a solid six of eight inches. "Tasty," she whispered, then brought the lube back out. With two hands, she applied it to my cock in a thick slather, giving me a naughty smile as she worked me a little longer than necessary. "Handjobs are fun, too."

"Mom! That's mine!" Sabrina said with a pout, and I wondered how much of this kind of fighting there would be going forward. Fighting over my cock. Weird. Thanks, evil bunny creature, this is awesome.

With a sassy smile, Mom released me and guided my cock to Sabrina's tight little asshole. Heart pounding, I let the head of my cock rest there, gently nudging. "Tease," Sabrina whined. "Put it innn," she pushed back at me. I pushed against that ring, my heart like a drum in my chest, and it opened around me, still a little loose from my tongue and my mom's fingers before. "Hnnngghhh!" Sabrina called out. "HOoohHH it's so fucking big."

"You okay, Sab?" I asked. Her eyes flashed as I used that nickname. I was trying to find a way to work it back into my normal speech, but this wasn't that. I was concerned for her, and used it accidentally.

"Mmm, I love when you call me that. It's so silly, but I loooove it. As for my ass, I'm okay. I can take more. It feels... weird. Full and good. And a little painful."

"Well you tell me when to stop, okay?"

"Nuh uh. I'm built for this. Take me, big brother."

Mom moved onto the bed, "If you need a distraction, here." She opened her legs, and Sabrina looked at her pussy. I couldn't see her expression from here, but the moan she let out was evidence enough that she wanted to taste it. As I pushed another inch into her ass, she licked Mom's pussy, and I couldn't tell if the moan was from me moving in her, or from the arousal of eating her own mother's cunt. I decided I couldn't care, and began to work my cock into her asshole, delighting in the heat of it. If her pussy had been hot, this was like the sun, scorching me even as she squeezed down.

I was completely lost, in awe of this woman and what she was giving to me. Sabrina giggled, having pulled her face from Mom's pussy for a minute. "I love that look on your face. I knew it would be worth it. So sexy. Ungh!" She dove back in, and I pushed in another inch, well past the halfway point now. Sabrina was moaning constantly. "Fuck! Jesus it's huge, but hoooohhh so good! More, Seb! All of it!"

"Don't, Sebastian." My mom urged, making Sabrina pout, "Keep it slow or you could hurt her." Sabrina slapped her clit maliciously. "Hnnngh, Sabrina. That's not much of a punishment for me, I love that."

Apparently that was good for Sabrina, because she kept doing it. My Mom was soon whimpering and shoving her hips up at Sabrina, as she alternated vicious licks and little slaps. I was almost all the way into Sabrina's rectum by now, and my eyes were rolling at the pleasure. But I couldn't cum, not yet. I hadn't even fucked her perfect butt yet.

I pulled out and shoved back in, just to the depth I had reached before, and she shrieked. "YES! Oh my God that was amazing. More! Make me your slut, Sebastian!" I pumped my cock into that tight, gripping hole, and was fully buried after just a handful of thrusts. The slapping sound of my hips and her cheeks rang out again, and Mom was staring at us with wide eyes.

"She took it all?" I nodded. "Fuck!" She was the first to cum, watching her son sodomize her daughter, writhing as Sabrina worked her clit with her tongue and her pussy with at least one finger. Sabrina had been moaning the whole time, but making her mother cum apparently set her off, and she clamped down on me in a brand new way.

"Fuck me you goddamned beast! Ahhh! Take. That. ASS!" It was her turn to squirt, her juices running down my legs in a high pressure jet.

I was close. So close to cumming inside my little sister's ass. God I loved her. But I felt like I could make her cum one more time. I grinned. What do you do with a big butt?

CRACK! I spanked her hard on her right cheek. Her orgasm, ramping down at that point, shot right back up and higher.

CRACK! She shrieked, laying her head on Mom's belly as she came. "Fuuuccckk why? I'm a good girl!"

CRACK! "Very good. Good girls, haaahh, deserve spanks."

Her eyes were rolling as I pounded her asshole while spanking her, over and over. I was the machine this time, taking her ass with force and somehow not cumming.

CRACK!

"Ungh! Mommy. It's so good." She whispered up to my mom.

"He hasn't even cum yet. It's a whole new world when you get filled up like that. He's making you a butt slut."

"Do it, Seb! Fill me with your cum! Make me your little slut!"

I didn't need to be told twice. Growling mindlessly, I pulled her hips back to mine and came deep, deep in my sister's butt. My eyelids fluttered, the strongest orgasm of my life bursting out of me, and it felt like an ocean of cum rocketed up my cock and into that perfect little hole.

"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOODDDDD!" Sabrina screamed. She squirted again, this one much larger, and my legs were drenched in her sticky fluids. She screamed at the top of her lungs as I filled her ass with cum. "Guuuhhhhhh! So fucking good! Ughhhh!" Her voice dropped low, husky, my hips slamming into her ass with force. Fingers gripped the bedspread, then moved to spread her ass further, letting me drain those last few shots even deeper, legs spread as wide as they would go. She looked like a slut, and I absolutely adored her.

Unable to take any more, I collapsed on her back, spent but still buried inside. She hummed. "How'd I do?"

"Ahhh," I groaned.

"Everything you imagined?"

"So much more. You're perfect." I kissed her shoulder. "Amazing." Her cheek. "Wonderful." I kissed her lips, awkward from this angle but delightful.

"Mmm I know! Mom, how was that?"

Mom grinned, "An amazing start, both of you. There's TONS more to try, but that was incredible for a first time. Now for cleanup."

"How's that work?" I asked.

Mom smiled, "Well, unless she's actually clean, I'm not licking any of that. So, towels, mostly."

"If I was clean, what then?" Sabrina asked, suddenly breathy.

"Then I eat all the cum from your ass like a good Mommy," she said in a husky whisper.

"Fuck!" We both said simultaneously.

"Something to look forward to. Here," she plucked a handful of tissues from the box on the bedside table. "So he can pull out. Then, all of us need a shower. We have chores to do." Sabrina and I both groaned, but we couldn't expect her to be fixed overnight. I slowly pulled out.

It was messy. It ran down her leg. But watching my cum pour from my sister's gaping ass was the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

***

1am. I woke, in the darkness of a different room. My mom's room, with the big bed, a digital clock visible on the wall. No standby light, no spot of rabbit-shaped spackle on the ceiling. Yet I was paralyzed, my eyes were rolled back in my head, and a scream ripped its way out of my lungs.

I heard a sound like a happy hum from between my legs. My mother, quietly swallowing my cum in the middle of the night. She had worked me without waking me, and only my orgasm had finally torn me from my dreams. Sabrina slept soundly, worn out from the best day of our lives so far.

I relaxed after that surprise orgasm. Mom popped out of the blankets and kissed me on the cheek. Seeing my shaken expression in the low light, she frowned.

"Sorry, Sebastian. I was hungry. Didn't think that would scare you."

"No worries, Mom. Just, not at 1am anymore, okay? Specifically that time."

She laughed, and it was pure and free. My mom's lovely laughter, hidden for years, and it brought me joy. "Sure thing, Sebastian." She smiled wide at me. "I love you."

Gah! I squished her into my chest, tears in my eyes. "I love you too."

She hummed again, and I held her in my arms until we fell asleep.