After the Funeral

Features incest, piss play and male on male sex. Enjoy!

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The groups of people trudged back up the hill towards the church in dispirited groups of black, under thickening clouds. It hadn't started raining yet, but it promised to. Roman Stahl, politician, captain of industry, a titan the likes of which we would not see again in our lifetime, was dead.

In truth, I felt relief. I had married into his family right out of law school, where I had fallen in love with his daughter Georgia. I had never really shaken the feeling that he disapproved of our match. I got the sense that she was his favorite, and that I was an unwelcome intruder in the closeness of their relationship. His default mode was to look at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention with a wistful kind of frown, as if I was not quite what he had hoped for his younger daughter.

However, Georgia had always advocated to him on my behalf, and it was probably that same sense of closeness that prevented him from ever speaking his mind to me about my inadequacies.

Georgia had gone off ahead of me, and I was rather surprised to not find her back in the church. Lately, that's how it had felt between us--she had gone off ahead of me. There was a constant wedge of silence between us, some place that she went to when I was around that I couldn't follow, which had started when her brother Alexander had moved to our town, and had only ever seemed to worsen as her father's battle with cancer turned against him--you may have seen about his diagnosis in the news. I was currently operating the theory that Alexander shared his father's disdain for me, and that it was working on Georgia.

Then her father had died, and that wedge of silence seemed to expand even greater still. I had come here to support her, but now I was standing by myself in a room full of strangers, supporting no one.

I saw Virginia, Georgia's elder sister, standing alone, and I went up to her.

Virginia was standing with her coat slung around her arm, hip jutting out. Her simple black pullover did not hide the shapely curve of her breasts. I had been awkward around Virginia ever since the time on vacation a few years ago when I had walked into the bathroom while she was in the middle of a shower. Her eyes had been closed, and she was using the shower head to masturbate. I had jumped back behind the door but left it cracked. She had perfect tits. She raised one hand to them, and pulled at her nipple. She moaned. Beads of water collected on her shoulders and her body was glistening. She was going to come, that much was clear. She arched her back, and to my amazement, a burst of yellow piss erupted from her pussy and splashed over her feet and the tile of the shower as she came. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. My cock was throbbing. I had reached down and grabbed it through my pants, but before I could do anything about further, I saw her look right at me. Her eyes trailed down to my pants, and my hand still guiltily clutching at my crotch. She had grinned. We had never spoken about it afterward, but I swore she occasionally loved to tease me with her presence.

"Greg." I came to, Virginia staring at me, making a face that I couldn't quite parse. I shook my head to clear the thought, and felt ashamed that I had been daydreaming about this at the funeral of Virginia's father. At the same time, I felt a little thrill, like I was doing something forbidden.

"Georgia headed back to the hotel, if you are looking for her. I think she went with my brother." The look intensified. It was almost like... cautious excitement? In my mind, I heard the sound of piss hitting the tiles, stammered out a thank you and my condolences, and left. I hailed a cab back to the hotel.

I was a little annoyed that Georgia had left without telling me, but rationalized it in the same way that I had rationalized a lot of things lately--grief has a strange way of manifesting. I arrived back and headed up to the room. It was empty. I threw my coat on the bed, and was in the process of sitting down when I heard a moan from the room next to ours. Alexander's room, I remembered.

The hotel was swanky--no surprises there--so I was a little surprised that a sound could penetrate the wall. But then I noticed to my surprise that the door was actually ajar, ever so slightly. Another moan, this one more of a gasp than anything.

I knew I shouldn't look. Another moan. My cock started to tent in my pants. One peek probably wouldn't hurt. I leaned against the wall, the right side of my face pressed flat. I closed my left eye and peered through the crack in the door.

I didn't think I was even going to be able to see anything. The door in our room was past the bed, and I figured that the layout of Alexander's room was the same. But I was in luck--there happened to be a mirror on the wall opposite the gap in the door that reflected back towards the bed. And in the mirror--

I gasped. Georgia was standing facing the mirror. Alexander was right behind her. Georgia's skirt was pulled up, and his hand was plunging down her tights. Alexander was kissing her neck, right at the join with her collar. It was so strange that at first my mind couldn't process what I was seeing.

I was being cheated on. By my own brother in law. Georgia was fucking her brother. Shame welled up in me, but only for a second. My body had apparently outraced my mind, because I became aware that I had sprung a massive erection. I am into this? I wondered.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Alexander murmured. "Of course," purred his sister. "You know what I want." This wasn't the first time that this had happened, I realized. Alexander pushed Georgia over, so she was laying bent over on the bed. He squatted, and I heard a ripping sound. Georgia's tights. Based on the look on her face, she was loving this. Alexander stood back up. I saw his cock, briefly. It looked bigger than mine. He pulled Georgia back up, and in one motion ripped her shirt open. Buttons flew everywhere.

Fuck me. My cock felt so hard. I unbuttoned my pants. I grabbed my cock. I had precum leaking out everywhere. I spread it on the tip of my cock and started stroking. Back in the room, Georgia was once again bent over, and Alexander had squatted behind her. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like he was rimming her out. Goddamn, I wish that was me, I thought. Somewhere in my mind, I briefly recognized that I wasn't apparently sure which of the two parties that I wanted to be, but quickly surrendered that thought as I stroked my hard cock, watching my wife cuckold me. Alexander stood. He grabbed his cock and stuffed it in his sister. She moaned in appreciation.

Alexander started slow but then sped up. I pictured myself taking Georgia from behind, the way that my dick would always come out covered in her cream, and how that always turned me on. I pictured the way that Alexander's dick must look right now, veiny and slick and disappearing into Georgia. Oh my god, this was so hot.

I was going to cum. I turned away from the door, and that's when it happened. I hit the tv stand next to the door and knocked over the ice container and the glasses that were perched there. They clinked together loudly, but miraculously did not break. The ice went everywhere. I froze. The sounds from the other room stopped. Uh oh.

"Greg?"

I didn't know what to do. Before I could react, maybe stuff my cock back into my pants, the door swung open. There stood my wife Georgia, hair tousled, skirt still pulled up over her hips. Behind her, I could see Alexander, cock still erect. Georgia gave me an appraising look, her eyes on my dick.

"I always knew you were a little pervert," she said, stepping closer. I thought that was maybe a little rich coming from her, but any sense of ironic amusement abruptly vanished when she put her hand on my cock and pulled me towards her. She looked back over her shoulder at Alexander. "Didn't he say that this would happen?" Alexander grinned, and nodded.

Who? I thought briefly, vanishingly briefly, given the circumstances. Georgia turned back to me.

"Well, now you know. Would you like to join us, then?"

The sense of taboo, the sense of unreality, terror, delight, uncertainty, anchored all by the overriding sense of lust. There was no way I was going to say no. She led me by the cock over to the bed, and pushed me down on my back. I closed my eyes as she took me deep in her mouth. She worked her head down and back in the way that I was familiar with, punctuated by breaks where she stroked my now wet cock, licking my balls as she did so. I groaned, eyes still closed.

There was a pause, and then the grip tightened in a pleasurable way. I always sort of thought that Georgia had kind of a weak grip when it came to giving handjobs, so I welcomed this change. I really welcomed the sensation of a tongue exploring my asshole. It felt so good. I opened my eyes, and saw, to my surprise, that Alexander was the one jacking me off and with his tongue in my rectum.

I flashed back to undergraduate, briefly. Memories of a frat brother's hand down my pants in the bathroom of some dive, the salty taste of him in my mouth, cum erupting from my cock as he stroked me in the front seat of his BMW... it had been a while.

Still, I couldn't believe this. I had always thought of Alexander as a very straight, very masculine man, and here he was with his hand around my cock. Not just around, he was working my dick with an expertise that I would not have credited him with. My mind spun, my cock throbbed. It felt so good. We made eye contact, and he gave me a wicked grin. "Georgia has told me you've missed this." And I had, it was true.

Georgia pulled me up from the bed and gave me a kiss. She gestured to Alexander, who climbed up on the bed. She turned me around and gave me a light shove. I was now on all fours, Alexander's ample dick inches from my face. I couldn't resist, and took all of him in my mouth, gagging in my overexcitement. I couldn't see Georgia, but suddenly I felt it--her tongue had picked up on my asshole where Alexander had left off. I heard her spit, and then her wet hand started stroking my cock, which was aching in a way I had never felt before. I felt invincible, as confirmed by the throbbing in my shaft.

I continued to suck Alexander's dick. Streams of saliva dangled from his shaft and my mouth. I loved how messy this was all getting. I felt a sensation on my ass, and realized that Georgia was applying lube. Then, a pressure, as she worked her fingers into me.

The sensation was incredible. I slobbered on Alexander's dick with my eyes closed for a little while and tried to feel everything that was happening to me and what I was doing. Georgia pulled her fingers out of me and motioned to Alexander to break off. He did, strands of saliva dangling everywhere, and without being told, he laid down on the bed, his wet cock pointing straight up. Georgia looked at me expectantly, and bit down on her lip as she motioned to her brother's dick with her eyes.

She wants me to get fucked by her brother, I realized. Almost as quickly, I realized I wanted that too.

I squatted, legs straddling Alexander with my back towards him, and lowered myself until I could feel the tip of his cock pressing up against my asshole. I forced myself to relax and he slid in.

It felt incredible. I moaned, and felt myself tighten around his shaft. My dick throbbed, and I looked down to see a drop of precum oozing out.

I looked back up towards the end of the bed. Georgia was now laying on her back facing us, and had removed her blouse, though she had kept her bra on. Her legs were spread, inevitably drawing my eye to the tear that Alexander had made in her tights, which was presently occupied by her hand. She had three fingers in her pussy, and there was a beautiful flush around her collarbones. She was enjoying the sight of her husband riding her brother's dick.

I was enjoying it too. I wanted all seven inches as deep as I could, and I began to ride Alexander with increasing gusto. His dick filled me, and I could feel the tip of it rubbing against my prostate. I closed my eyes and listened to him grunting as well as the sounds of Georgia pleasuring herself.

A shift in the balance of the bed signified that Georgia was moving, and I opened my eyes right as she took my cock in her mouth. She gagged as I bounced on Alexander, so I stopped moving. Alexander took over from below, and began pounding my ass while his sister took me orally.

The pressure was building, and I was nearing completion. Georgia sensed it, and broke off. She stood for second, and straddled me, with her face towards me, and lowered herself onto my shaft, leaning back into my legs for balance. Her pussy was as wet as I had ever felt it.

Alexander had stopped thrusting, probably due to the added weight, but that was okay. I took back over and began fucking Georgia. With the start of every thrust, I could feel Alexander's cock in my asshole, and at the end of each one, I could feel the pressure of Georgia's pussy on my shaft.

I wasn't going to long last in this position, and I didn't. The pressure on my prostate was exquisite, and this time, I was not going to be denied. I blew the largest load of my life in Georgia.

She kept riding me after I finished, and soon after her breathing changed and sped up. The muscles in her pelvis clenched, and she came. As she did, she popped off my dick, and arched her back, and to my surprise, a stream of piss shot out of her, absolutely coating my chest and then my my face. It felt amazing. I was coated in piss. I wanted more. I ducked my head down into the stream. Georgia made a v with her fingers and pulled her clit up, bringing the piss into my mouth. I felt like I was going to erupt. I let it overflow, and it sluiced down off my body, and some of it trickled onto Alexander, who had resumed pounding my ass as soon as Georgia had lifted off.

Georgia stood up again, and motioned that I should move. Reluctantly, I lifted myself off Alexander's cock and rolled off. It was worth it, though, to see her lower herself on his face and I could see my cum ooze out of her pussy and into his eager mouth. With her eyes closed, she pissed again, coating her brother this time. Alexander shivered and moaned and used his tongue to scoop the rest of my load into his mouth.

I was drawn to his cock, which was stained with me. I took it into my mouth and marveled at its taste. Someone's hands--Georgia's or Alexander's--pressed my face down, and I began gagging on the dick.

Alexander had begun gasping and moaning, and then he came in my mouth with little warning. It was hot and delicious. I pulled back, savoring the taste, and was about to swallow when I saw Georgia, once again on her back with her legs out wide. She was beckoning to me.

I went down on her pussy, and gently transferred Alexander's cum into her pussy with my tongue. This done, I rolled onto my back. I couldn't believe this had all transpired in about half an hour. Nothing was going to be the same after this.

This thought was cut short by the sound of the keycard in the door. In walked Virginia. There was no spinning this--Georgia's torn tights, the bed covered in piss, and the smell of sex. She took in my look of open mouthed terror and the scene. She raised an eyebrow. "Just like how dad used to do it with you two, eh?"

I didn't even have time for this last remark to sink in before Georgia responded. "It was among his last wishes that we bring Greg into it, as a matter of fact."

Her father had wished that I--

Virginia shrugged and lifted her dress up in one solid motion, revealing the two perfect breasts that I remembered, and extinguished any further thought.

"Well, I hope you've saved some for me."