Grace’s family Holiday

NOTE: Welcome to my first story. This is a work of fiction and all characters displayed are of the ages of 18 and above.

This is also a repost of a story I took down under a different account name. (Silvanus_Orpheus)

Warning: Although it doesn't show it now, this may include Scat if a part 2 is made. Enjoy

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Grace and her mother had not been on good terms lately. But if we were being honest, the two of them never were. Constant arguing and name-calling, even attempts to sabotage each other's day, had bred a vicious relationship in their house. Obligated to each other through blood, but almost never by love. Most wouldn't think the two were mother and daughter at all if they saw what their daily interactions were like. It was a stark and twisted thing from normal.

See, Grace assumed she had inherited her combative nature from her mother. As it was usually her mother who started their quarrels, Grace always felt the need to fight back. Of course, the few times they had actually gotten physical, her mother, Jennifer, had overpowered her and put her in holds that only a trained fighter would know. Grace rarely tried that route again after the first couple of times.

When Grace was younger, she had seriously considered leaving the day she turned eighteen. It didn't matter where she went or who she stayed with, as long as she was far away from her mother, she would be happy. Unfortunately, when her birthday came last year, nothing had changed, as she realized she was more reliant on her mother than she would have liked. However, that's where the second reason why the two women never left each other's side comes in. Grace had inherited more than just her mother's looks at birth. Grace and her mother were what you would call futanari. A type of individual, that most generally referred to as a woman, who has both male and female genitalia. And as a side effect of this condition, they had an insatiable libido.

During Grace's stages of puberty, her mother was the only one she could turn to. When she was completely vulnerable and didn't know what to do, her mother was there to help. Holding her, guiding her through the emotions and feelings she had. It was the few memories she had of her and her mother actually acting like a loving family. They had been so close then, and neither of them knew what had happened.

They were currently at their family holiday home, a huge three-story building that could hold up to ten families comfortably. It was located deep in the forests of Alaska, practically isolated from the word aside from a few towns that were spread some miles away. Seeing as it was her mother and her aunt who had originally bought the place, Grace and her mother had arrived two weeks earlier, spending their time cleaning, polishing, and taking care of the house for today. The day the rest of the family came to join them.

The two women stood silently in the foyer, watching the sun above descend behind the hill in the distance. If it were up to Grace, would have stayed in her bedroom; no need to waste her energy standing out here. However, her mother had insisted for proper etiquette, even if Jenifer would have preferred to be out there alone.

"Right, listen here you little shit," Her mother said, grabbing her daughter's face with one hand by the cheeks. She squeezed hard, forcing a moan out of Grace's mouth. "I don't want you ruining this for me, or for anyone else. Understand? Our family have come along way, lets make sure they enjoy themselves."

Grace nodded reluctantly, and her mother threw her head to the side like she was nothing more than a slave. The two women were practically the spitting image of each other. With her mother having deep straight charcoal hair, sky-blue eyes, these natural slutty looking plump lips, and perfect jaw structure for a model. Her mother had a pair of gravity-defying watermelon jugs that always stole your attention when you stared at her. Her stomach was flat and her waist small. That was until her hips spread wide, and her juicy thighs introduced an all natural tight ass that only a porn star could wish for. Her smooth birch wood skin only added to her beauty, as there wasn't even a blemish in sight. Standing at a good six feet and two inches, Jenifer was gorgeous.

As much as Grace hated her mother, she hated herself for how turned on she would get by her appearance. Grace, who looked almost identical to her, the only difference was that her eyes were a piercing emerald green, and she stood at six feet, always seemed to get a hard-on when in prolonged arguments with her mother. She had noticed over the years as she aged that her mother was a woman of high regard when it came to looks. Grace had found her self staring at her longer in places no daughter should. It was the strangest feeling. To hate and lust after someone at the same time. However, Grace had been less argumentative in these coming days. She saw how stressed her mother was getting for the family vacation, and she had conjured up a plan to ruin everything for her. At least she hoped it would. This would be her payback for her mother ruining her eighteenth birthday. Grace had planned to invite a few friends over from school as they had graduated, but her mother, had entered into a drunken stupor and was walking around the house bare the entire day. Grace had to cancel, and couldn't reschedule as her friends were leaving for trips of their own, or moving to different states in preparation for college.

As she stood in thought at her mothers crimes against her, cars began to arrive one by one. Multiple SUVs pulled into the driveway, and parents and children all came out to greet each other. A few minutes into the reunion, Grace noticed another car coming up the drive, a car that, when it got close, was different from the rest. The engines roared, and you didn't need to know anything about supercars to understand that this was one of them.

The flashy vehicle parked with the rest, and a woman, in an all black dress, stepped out from the passengers seat onto the stone-paved driveway and walked over straight to Grace's mother.

If Grace was an alternate version of her mother, then her aunt, Carol, was her mirror reflection. She too held every attractive, slutty feature that her mother did, except for the blue eyes. You would have thought they were identical twins if it weren't for that one difference. Most people who saw family photos, even assumed that Aunt Carol was Grace's mother, and after a strained explanation, it was learned that she and her aunt must have inherited the emerald eyes from her grandmother or someone higher up the family tree.

The two sisters approached each other, arms wide open and grins plastered on their faces. Their bodies smashed together as they embraced, their breasts becoming a mushy area of flesh that made Grace writhe.

"Baby," her mother said as they held each other. "Gosh, it's been so long. Too long." She practically moaned the words in her sister's ear.

Grace looked around. How was no one seeing this? The women held each other for longer than normal, or perhaps it was just Grace's dirty mind making the situation more sexual than it was.

"I've missed you, too, Jen." Her sister replied, leaning her head back while still embracing their bodies. "I've missed you, too." she repeated.

The two women brought their lips together for a familial greeting. Their plump lips squished softly together as they closed their eyes. Graced side-eyed intently as the lipstick from the women stuck together, and their lips peeled slowly away as they broke apart. The sisters smiled at each other again, and head into the house, side by side.

'What the fuck,' Grace thought.

When they walked past her, Carol touched Grace on the cheek, "How are you, dear?" she said before they continued on. "Oh, Grace, help John with my bags, would you?" Her aunt called back.

Grace looked back out into the dark of the driveway and saw a man struggling to pull two large suitcases across the ground. She quickly went to the aid of her uncle.

"Oh, hello dear," the poor man sighed. "Mind helping me with these?" He gave her the handles, and she willingly obliged.

Her Uncle had seen better days. It had been years since she last saw him - almost ten - she was just eight years old back then, but she could tell he was looking worse. He looked exhausted and drained, like he couldn't bear to go on with life anymore, as his eyes sagged and he just had an overall slop to his appearance. She assumed it wasn't easy handling a woman like her aunt Carol. After all, Grace lived with her mother Jenifer, if the sisters were anything alike, then she knew the struggles of their company all to well.

They quickly moved the bags to the house where everyone continued chatting and catching up. There was almost no one of her age in the family. The closest age-mate she had was a twelve-year-old, and he seemed to enjoy himself with the other kids running around.

Grace didn't bother speaking to anyone else, she didn't mind being the only teenager. It gave her time for herself. Time to prepare her plans. Besides, she wasn't related to any of these people by blood. Almost everyone who was in the house was from her aunt's husband, Uncle John's side of the family. Save for her, her mother, and her aunt Carol. They were the only ones she was related to by blood. Grace knew very little of her own family side. Her mother and her aunt were really the only ones. Her mother had mentioned her grandmother know and then, but Grace had never met her. Supposedly the woman had held her when she was a child, but aside from that, they were yet to be acquainted.

She sometimes wished she had a sibling, perhaps a sister herself. She knew almost nothing about her father. Her mother said that he left before she was born. When she asked her about his whereabouts, she usually waved off the question and said a man like him didn't deserve to have this family. Whatever the fuck that meant. Honestly, Grace only wanted to know so she could see if he was willing to let her move in, but her mother never gave her any information about him.

She glanced over at her mother. She was still talking with her aunt, the two of them laughing over something stupid, probably. Dammit, they looked so similar. She had never noticed it when she was eight, but the two sisters were always clinging together. Now that she was older, she cringed at the sight of her uncle, standing next to her aunt, trying to join the conversation, but never finding the chance. He looked so out of place. She sighed and turned to other business.

While the rest of the family conversed in the living room, Grace returned upstairs to her own private bedroom. She was on the top floor, and it had taken some time for her to get used to the size of the place. The corridors stretched for ages, and it seemed like there were infinite rooms. She had even learned that the house had a large underground cellar, a place her mother had said was used for the storage of wine and other goods. She would definitely be going there tonight to steal a drink.

She closed the door behind her and pulled out a bag she kept under her bed. Within it, she retrieved a small case that held a collection of vials with red misty liquid on the inside. A month back, a few days after her birthday, she had used her allowance that she had saved to buy an aphrodisiac from a shady street chemist she met. If Grace was being smart, she probably would have never interacted with the person at all, but the anger from her birthday had caused her to make the purchase. She had originally planned to use it on her mother when she had a doctor appointment or at some other public event to really embarrass her, but when she remembered the family holiday, she knew this would be the perfect place to get back at her mother. Have her in heat and ruin her entire reputation Infront of the family.

"Still good," she whispered to herself as she held one of the vials.

The liquid was a deep crimson, and shades of black flowed through its surface like paint in water. The person she had bought it from said it was equal to the same stimulants they used to help sterile bulls that struggled to perform. If used on a person, it could make them so horny they could end up masturbating at a funeral.

She smiled to herself, placing the vial back in the bag and returning it under her bed.

Someone called for her from downstairs.

"Grace! Come down for dinner," her mother's voice rang, and she quickly got up and made her way out the doors

***

A few hours after everyone had arrived, found their rooms and unpacked, they all gathered at the dining table downstairs. The long table held the entire group, each chair filled, and the people who sat at either end would have to scream to hear each other.

Grace sat near the edge of one side of the table, her mother and aunt sitting next to each other across from her. She watched them giggle and laugh together as they whispered in each other's ears like high-school girls. What was worse, the two of them had changed their appearance to match for dinner. Both women wore tight black dresses that fell to their knees, and black shades to cover their eyes for aesthetic purposes.

Grace couldn't help but cringe at the sight. Her mother, who could be so intimidating when they were alone, was acting so out of character now that her sister was here. The two of them were practically indistinguishable with the glasses on. Grace wasn't even sure which one was her mother. She felt a slight pang of envy as her mother and aunt got along so well. She vaguely remember laughing like that with her mother years ago, but that was only a memory now. Now, the only emotions she had for her mother was this perverted version of love that was a mix of hate and lust. She wasn't even a lesbian... well, she wasn't sure... but she knew she wasn't meant to feel that way toward her own mother. It was just wrong.

Conversations were held all over the table, and Grace finally fell into one of them when her uncle John asked her a question.

"So, Grace, how has school been?" He asked innocently.

"She's on holiday, John. She hasn't been to school for months now." The lady whom she thought was her mother snapped at him.

"Didn't I tell you this before we all planned this holiday?" The other lady spoke.

Shit, even their voices were the same. Her mother or her aunt could have said either of those things, and she would never be able to tell.

"Ah, right," her uncle retreated. He was so pathetic. Grace only wondered what her aunt Carol saw in him. Money, probably. Although Grace's mother always said their family had been well off. After all, it was her mother and aunt who bought this house. Legally, it was in her mothers name, and back home, Grace and her mother didn't exactly live an impoverished lifestyle.

Grace smiled, "Yes, I'm on holiday now, but I'll be going to college next year," she said.

"Have you decided on where you want to go yet? Don't take too long to apply." Her aunt said... or was that her mother?

Grace thought to herself for a minute. "Well, I was thinking of-"

"It doesn't matter, you should stay somewhere close to home. That's what we did, right, sis?" One of them interrupted her. "When you were born, your grandmother made sure that we only ever went to the same university near her house. She didn't like the idea that one of her eighteen-year-old daughters would go to college while the other had to stay and raise a child alone. We had to make it possible to see each other on our free days when mother insisted." She said, with her sister nodding in agreement.

'Bitch' Grace thought. 'At least let me speak'

The night continued with more idle chatter. It began to grow unbearable with her uncle trying to start conversations, and being instantly shut down or ignored by the two of them. The man was really never in control. It made Grace feel uncomfortable to the point that she tried to speak with him in pity. However, whenever she attempted to converse with him, her mother and aunt always made sure to get involved, like they were trying to ensure that she wasn't tainted by his stupidity or something like that.

'God, when will this end?' she moaned in her head.

Suddenly, one of the women near the other end of the table called out to her mother and aunt. "Do we have anything to drink? Like some wine or beer?

Some of the men began to cheer at the sound of alcohol, and everyone turned to the two sisters sitting across from Grace.

They stood up simultaneously, "There was some wine in the cellar, I brought it out earlier, we'll go get it from the kitchen."

Grace's eyes widened. This was her chance.

"Wait!" She said, rising from the table. "I'll get the wine. It's just on the counter, right?"

The two of them stared at her and nodded. Grace excitedly left the dining room and, once out of sight, made her way up to her bedroom as fast as possible. She took one vial from the bag under her bed and made her way back down to the kitchen.

Her heart beat with anticipation. She would finally see her mother ruin herself in front of everyone. She would become the laughing stock of the family. If she was lucky, Grace hoped the bitch would be in so much heat that she would pull out her cock and stroke it in front of everyone. None of them knew about her mother and her own additional pieces of equipment. Futanari weren't exactly widely known to the world. Scientists had a similar concept known as Hermaphroditism, but these people were different from her. They had small appendages, and were more a mix of male and female in features. Where Grace's body was predominantly female with the large male genitalia. No one except her aunt knew. At least that's what she assumed. With how close the two sisters were, she would be surprised if she didn't. It made grace wonder, if her aunt was also a futanari. But she didn't want to distract herself. She had to stick to her plan. If her mother was to reveal to the family that she had a cock by masturbaiting in front of them, there would be no way for her to regain her honor.

It was the perfect get back.

Grace found four bottles of wine on the counter, and she took out a glass from the cabinet above for her mother.

"Ok, one drop from the vial to have her aroused, half the vial to make her completely horny, and the full thing to..." she stopped. She didn't know what would happen if she poured the full thing.

In truth, she didn't know what would happen if she even put a single drop in. The person she bought it from gave no instructions. Grace had simply made up those measurements in her head. That was her fault for treating the chemical like it was milk of the poppy or something. Though she came to the conclusion that one vial was probably for one person. That made sense, right?

Before she began to pour, she realized she didn't know which one of the two women out there was her mother. The two sisters had worn shades to cover their eyes, a key feature that would give their identity away. Without that, the two of them were practically the same person. 'Fuck' Grace thought.

She couldn't think of a natural or non-suspicious way she could make her mother drink the first glass of wine without being weird. She couldn't just ask them to take off their glasses, nor could she just outright ask who her mother was.

Grace had nothing against her aunt Carol, but with the way the two were acting this evening, she decided she didn't care. Both of them could drink it. Besides, hopefully, if her aunt got aroused, her uncle could get lucky and finally put a smile on that sorry face for once.

She took another glass from the cabinet and poured half of the vial's contents into one, and the rest into the other. She then topped off the glasses with wine, and the colors mixed perfectly. Grace only wondered if it wouldn't be as affective since she was sharing the dose between two people. She lowered her head and took a sniff from the cups. She jumped back slightly from the flare, her nose stinging deep in her head.

"Oh God," she said, her eyes faintly watering. It was so potent. She prayed they wouldn't notice.

She grabbed a tray, placed the two glasses on top, with two extra wine bottles, and made her way to the dining room.

When she entered, some of the men and women cheered. "Can we try some too?" one of the kids asked.

"No, no, no. This is for adults only," Grace replied. And the parents laughed to themselves as their children sulked.

She made her way to her mother and aunt and placed the two glasses before them.

"Here, this is for you two. A special thanks from all of us for making this possible," Grace lied.

The sisters looked at each other with a surprised laugh and held their glasses in their hands.

"Wait, don't drink it yet, we should all toast together." Grace quickly said, lest they notice the strange aroma too early.

She poured a glass for all the adults, and finally one for herself. Making her way back to her seat, she held up her drink, having everyone's attention.

"I'm so glad we could all be here tonight, and I want to thank specifically my mother and my aunt, Carol, for making this possible." Everyone cheered. "In high school parties, we have a tradition where the first drink, you have to chug it completely, so everyone, please don't hold back." She smiled, and everyone laughed.

Together, they all raised their glasses to their mouths, and Grace's mother and aunt wrapped their elbows around each other and drank like people did in the movies.

Grace watched as the two women swallowed, happy that her mother would fall victim. They seemed to jolt as the liquid ran down their throats, the strange aroma surely present in their noses. It was too late. Everyone was drinking, and the two women had locked themselves in a position where they were forced to keep going.

'Yes, that's it you dumb bitch. Drink yourself to oblivion.' Grace could see by their expressions that the taste was surely off, as their eyebrows tightened, and they seemed to gasp while they gulped.

When everyone finished, they all cheered once more, and the evening continued. The kids were sent up to bed, and only the adults remained. A part of Grace wished they could have stayed to see the upcoming show, but the adults would have to do for now.

She sat and discreetly watched her aunt and mother. They seemed to sit in silence now, their expressions hidden behind the glasses.

'Any minute now'

One of them leaned into the other and whispered something, which triggered the two of them to laugh. Grace paused.

Had it not worked? Had it failed?. How? She had done everything right. Her mother had drunk the liquid. They both had. At least one of them should be embarrassing themselves by now. She watched them closely and saw how they returned to normal conversation with giggling and smirks again.

No. This couldn't be happening. Grace wouldn't believe it. She had been scammed. All the money that she saved to buy those vials was wasted. She felt like an idiot. A stupid idiot who would never get one over on her bitch of a mother.

Half an hour passed, and one by one, the adults started making their way back up to their rooms. Grace's mother had left a few minutes earlier, and she knew her auntie remained because she left with her tipsy uncle upstairs a few minutes later.

She sat alone at the table, taking another swig of the wine. Allowing the woozy feeling to kick in. She retreated to her bedroom, changed into her nightwear, and passed out on her bed. Defeated.

***

Grace woke up to darkness. She checked the alarm clock in her room, where the time read one in the morning. She had slept for two hours, and drool was running dry by the side of her cheek. Her head throbbed, and she swept her hand onto the darkness of her room floor for the bottle of wine she had brought up with her. It was completely empty.

Reluctantly, she got out of bed, groggy and head beating. She could barely walk straight, but for some reason, she thought the cure to her headache would be more alcohol. Something had woken her up. She never took power naps, even when she wanted to. Her body always slept for at least eight hours. However, she was up, and her body yearned for a drink. When she made her way to the dining room, all the bottles that had been brought out were empty; only drops remained at their base.

She groaned, but then remembered the cellar her mother had mentioned. Surely there was more in there. She made her way around to the kitchen. The back side of the cooking area was filled with many doors and walkways, almost like a maze, twisting and winding. You would surely get lost in this one section of the house if you didn't know where you were going. Thankfully, the two weeks of exploring Grace did before everyone arrived had proven to be fruitful. She now knew where most things were, even if her mind was muddled and fuzzy from drinking.

She traversed through the turning walls until she came across a trapdoor that led downward. She had never entered the cellar before, only coming as close to the entrance. Her mother said there was nothing down there, but Grace knew she just wanted to keep the wine for herself.

She lifted the door, the heavy wood revealing a winding stone staircase. She carefully made her way down, the wooden flap closing behind her. Grace was so drunk she didn't know how deep that stone staircase went. She leaned against the walls, eyes practically half closed, and let herself descend. Unbeknownst to her, she stepped into frozen patches of something wet, like some liquid had been spilled across the stone steps.

She eventually came to the bottom, where she found a dark antechamber with many boxes covered with a cloth. A weak flickering light hung loosely above, showering the dark room in soft white light. It was freezing down here, she could see her breath taken form as she exhaled. She approached one of the boxes, falling to her knees before taking away the cover. Underneath lay dozens of bottles of wine.

"Bingo," the words slurred from her mouth. They looked expensive, brands that you would only ever see the secret agents drinking in movies. There was a mix of wine, whisky, spirits and everything else.

Just as she went to grab one, she heard the faintest noise. The sound of a screech, or something akin to it. She froze, trying to hear the sound again. And there it was. Like a cry or a whimper. She glanced to her left, looking at the dark corridors that led farther in. Her heart pumped as the long string of flickering lights went deeper and deeper as the looked.

If she wasn't intoxicated, she might have turned back in fear, but the only thing that filled her now was curiosity.

She traveled into the cold stone darkness of the cellar, the noise slowly becoming louder and more detectable. She twisted and turned the corners, following the source of the sound. It was only as she got closer that her fear started to rise, as she wasn't sure what caused the horrific sound. At the end of one of the corridors, she could see a light coming out from behind a door, and she could hear a cry. An intense groan that sounded like someone trying to hold back their screams of pain through clenched teeth. It was rhythmic, a breath taken before each groan came.

She approached the room, and she could hear a muffled voice talking.

"You stupid bitch, Nghnnn, you dumb slut. Scream for me." The voice said. She heard the sound of a slap, the rhythmic thumping of meat, and the rustling of chains. She moved closer to the door, gently she slightly pushed it ajar, to peek one eye and reveal what was going on inside.

Her heart froze, and a twisting knot formed inside her belly. Grace stood shocked as she saw her auntie, naked, pinning down her mother, who lay with her back on the cold stone floor and her wrists cuffed to the wall above her head behind.

Her mother... Her mothers cock was rock hard, and was stretching the tight walls of her aunt Carol ass. Grace had never seen it like that before. Carol had her back to the door, and so Grace could only see how her juicy ass cheeks were spread and gaped by her mother's raging cock. She bounced up and down on her sister like she was trying to pop a balloon, and slapped her face while she did so.

"C'mon slut, scream for me" *SLAP*. "Shove that juicy meat stick up my ass." Carol demanded, slapping her sister's tits.

Grace could see that her mother was blind folded, and her mouth had a ball gag in it, stopping her from speaking or breathing through her mouth.

Her mother groaned, helpless. Her head was back against the wall and she could do nothing but lay there and feel her sister fuck her raw. The squelching and sound of flesh against flesh bounced off the stone walls, creating a sickening audio that filled your ears.

Grace didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe her eyes. The vials had worked; they just took time to kick in. But this... this was not what she was expecting. The vials only made someone extremely horny, why was she watching her aunt ride her mother's cock in the ass.

"YESS, NGNHH YESSS!! SPREAD ME OPEN. RAPE YOUR BIG SISTER'S ASSHOLE!" Carol screamed through clenched teeth.

"What the actual fuck," Grace mouthed. This was so wrong. Wrong on so many levels. What had she done?

In her anger to embarrass her mother, she had instead forced her to participate in unprotected incestuous dominatrix sex with her own sister. This was not what she had intended. She was supposed to be ruining herself Infront of the family, not hiding away and doing this with her own sister. She couldn't help but feel horrible, but at the same time, she couldn't hold back the rising erection that came from her pants.

In her drunken state, she wasn't thinking right, and started stroking her own cock at the sight of her mother and auntie. She was so turned on that she might have believed the aphrodisiac had contagious effects.

She stared at the two of them. Going raw like animals. If she didn't look, it sounded like they were fighting. Breathing ragged and heaving. Only to then realize they were having the most taboo, violent sex was amazing. Furthemore there was a smell, a musty smell that filled the room with everything thrust her mothers cock did into her aunt. It encircled Grace's nose, and she allowed it to drive her deeper into lust.

"Come here, come here you dirty bitch." Her aunt was holding her mother's face with both her arms stretched out now. All while continuing to squat and bounce on her sister cock. She undid the gag, and her mother's voice rang free in the stone room.

"Shut your mouth slut," her aunt said, slapping her sister, and gargling a ball of spit onto her face. Some landed on her cheek, a streak forming down her face, and another landed right in her mouth. She then raised the blind fold to her mother's forehead, and the sisters stared at each other hungrily.

"You love fucking your older sister, don't you? You want to spew all your hot thick cum in my shit hole right now, huh?" Carol started rotating her ass in circles while her sister cock rammed inside of it. The two of them clenched their teeth while staring at each other. Failing to suppress their groans of pleasure.

"Shut up and keep bouncing, you cum dump." Grace's mother, Jenifer, spat the ball of saliva back at her sister, and Grace's eyes widened at this. She thought her aunt was in control, but instead it seemed the two of them were trying to dominate the other. Grace continued to stroke her cock. She spat in her hand and used it as lubricant to keep going as she watched her family fuck.

Grace was lucky that she had a full view of the room, the door was by the corner, and she could look in without them ever noticing her, even if they stared right at the door.

Aunt Carol began to pound her ass harder, their bodies would have shaken the room if it weren't made of cold stone. With each bounce, they grunted in unison, the sisters sharing their pleasure before Carol quickly stood up, and gushed her pussy juice all over her sister's groin. She lurched her head back and stood moaning over her sister's body, whose hands remained chained against the wall.

Grace could see how her mothers cock twitched. So close to the edge but not quite reaching it. The veins that ran up her shaft were so thick and turgid that you could practically see the blood flowing through her meat stick.

"Ugh, get back on that dick, bitch." her mother yelled through her cries of pleasure.

Aunt Carol moved backward and got down on her knees. Her ass up high in the air, and her face down low next to her sisters cock. She grabbed it with one hand and smacked it against her face. Grace could see her aunt stretched pucker. It was slick with precum and slightly reshaped as it slowly tightened again. Her aunt pussy was dripping wet with juice, and grace noted that around them, multiple puddle from previous ejaculation lay around them. How long had they been down here?

"Oooh, just how I like it. Nice, and thick and juicy." She moaned, continuing to slap her sister's meat stick against her cheeks. "You know, I've waited years for this, Jen. Ever since that first time we fucked in high school, and then promised to never do it again. I've not had anyone since." Carol began, staring deeply into her sister's eyes. "Even that stupid idiot of a husband, I only married him to make our mother happy. But we've never even kissed since our wedding day." She brought her face to the base of her sisters cock and smacked her lips violently against it, making her way upwards. She began to lick gently along the shaft that was just buried deep in her own ass. The filthy sight sowed something new in Grace's mind as she watched. She worshiped her sisters cock that was stained with her own ass and pussy juice. "I've always wanted you, Jen. You were made to by mine. We shared a womb together, and we were bound to breed each other since we were born." She got closer to the tip. "And when you got me pregnant. And then dropped out of school to raise our daughter while I was in college. I just knew we were meant to be together." She threw her mouth over her sisters shaft, and engulfed the cock deep in her throat.

'What the fuck. Did I just hear that right?' Grace thought. She never stopped staring, nor did she stop stroking, but her mind raced.

If her mother got her sister pregnant, and then raised the child. The child would be her. That meant Grace's real mother was actually her aunt, and her father was the woman she called mother. This was all turning out to be so fucked up. Grace could only keep stroking herself.

"You haven't taken her yet, have you?" Carol asked between breaths. "Grace, you haven't touched her yet, right?."

"No," Jeniffer moaned, her head facing the sky at her sister's touch.

"Good *gulp* *gulp*, I want you all to myself. The only one who should have you is me. And when we are ready, we will take her together."

The women continue, in silence, the only noise coming from room was sound of spit and and the stretching of Carol's throat. Grace would have never known or believed it if she hadn't seen it right now, but her aunt was super filthy. Where Grace used spit to lubricate her own cock, her aunt Carol flung snot and phlegm from her throat to lather her sister's cock. The noises were so slimy, and Jenifer seemed to fall into the hypnotic rhythm of her sister's mouth.

Grace watched as her aunt bobbed her head up and down the length of her mother. Her body, at times wanting to gag, but she forced the cock deeper in her mouth all the same. She would rise her head, and gargle saliva from the deepest parts of her throat, and spit it all on sisters cock before shoving right back in her mouth again. She did that for what felt like ages. Spitting and sucking, spitting and sucking, holding one nostril down and blowing out snot from her nose, to continue sucking after. It was so dirty, Grace couldn't believe it. Her mother just sat there and took it, watching as her older sister violated her penis.

Carol eventually, released her mouth from her little sisters cock, and took in well needed breath. She breathed heavily, with her mouth covered in snot and phlegm. Her sisters cock, left shiny with the same stuff. She crawled forward on all fours and opened her mouth in her sister's face. Jenifer could see how tendrils of spit and snot connect the top and bottom of her sister's mouth together. Her big juicy lips lathered in her own nostril fluid and her precum. She rammer her own lips against her sisters and the two plump sluts melted into each other.

They moaned into each other and spat in each other's mouths as their lips smacked. Grace could see her aunts dripping pussy hovering just above her mothers snot covered cock. She saw how they unintentionally rubbed together as they kissed, and she wished in her head they would just connect.

Her mother and aunt were both 36 years old and had not been in high school for eighteen years. Grace watched as the two sisters fulfilled 18 whole years of suppressed sexual tension. All that cum building up in her mothers balls finally getting the chance to be released.

As if she controlled the two sisters, Carol's pussy slammed down hard on the snot cock, and the sisters groaned into each other without their mouths separating.

She rode her sister like bull, stretching her own pussy with every bounce. All Grace's mother could do was endure. It was so raw, so savage. Grace felt like she could feel the heat emanating from where they were connected. They screamed into each other's mouths as Carol picked up the speed. The fucked like they had no control over themselves. As if all reasoning or care for their own bodies was gone. As if all that mattered was that they slammed their precious parts together. A part of Grace wondered, as she watched, if this was really them or if the aphrodisiac was making them do this. Forcing them to enact their deepest, most taboo desires.

She wanted to say that the aphrodisiac wasn't that strong, but she knew she would be lying She didn't want the blame to rest on her. But she knew that she was the reason all of this was happening. It didn't matter what they said to each other, or what filthy things they claimed they would do to each other, it was all the aphrodisiac talking. Grace knew it deep down, and she felt horrible for it.

Grace couldn't take it, she stroked herself so hard at the sight that she made her fat cock come so hard and created a large thick puddle near the outside of the door. Her own cock was 3/4 the size of her mothers, large by any regular standard, but just smaller than hers. The only main difference now was that Grace's held a smooth glistening of smit, while her mothers was covered in almost every sticky bodily fluid you could think of. The scene before her was so wrong, so morally skewed, that it made her body feel so good. She convulsed for a full minute as she spewed loads against the stone.

Her mother and aunt were no different. Carol continued to slam down on her sister relentlessly. Any time it seemed that Jenifer tried to slow down or catch a breath, her big sister forced her cock only deeper inside her pussy. The sisters finally broke their kiss, and they screamed into each other's mouths as the climax hit. Grace had never seen someone's pussy overflow with cum so vigorously like she did then. Her aunt kept on bouncing, and juices of every kind squirted and flowed all over them.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuuuuuuuck." Grace heard her mother scream. The ecstasy was too much to handle. As come poured out, their bodies kept moving, kept slamming into each other as if it wasn't enough. Her aunt's pussy was completely cream pied, and the thick tendrils of white connected their groins together as the slammed into one another.

Jenifer eyes had rolled back, and she made a face that Grace stared in shock at. Mainly in embarrassment for her mother. Never in her life had she made a face so humiliating. It would have been worse, but her aunt matcher her expression and the two women, relentlessly brining their bodies together made dumb expression on their face that would make anyone think they were mentally disabled.

It almost made grace scared. How could one experience a pleasure so great that they made that face. It was etched into her memory. The two just keep going. The aphrodisiac not letting them stop even when their bodies exerted all the fluid they had. Her aunt ass kept moving, up and down, up and down, up and down. Her mothers cock, kept going, in and out, in and out, in and out. Sound and smell mixed like sickening concoction, and the two sisters finally slammed into each other was last violent time, and they let out howls of stretched bliss.

When they finally finished, the two sisters lay face to face. Grace's mother was still latched to the wall, and Carol lay on top of her, refusing to let her cock leave her pussy. They just lay there, breathing and heaving into one another. Their stomachs molded together as they tried to catch their breath.

Grace continued to watch, completely in shock at what she had made happen. Now that she had cum, she was thinking a little straighter. What on earth had she done? She spiked her aunt and mother, and masturbated while watching them destroy each other.

The sisters seemed to fall asleep instantly. Their bodies and minds wrecked by their actions. Cock in pussy, breast on breast, face to face. It didn't look comfortable at all. But Grace wouldn't dare go in to help. Who knew how long they had been down there before grace came. Hours? The though of them like that for hours sent a shiver down her spine.

She knew there would be trouble if the others found out. She knew she would be in trouble if they knew that she was the one who did this to them. She hurriedly made her way back up to her room, trying to leave everything the way she found it. She will leave this problem for tomorrow. Her mom and her aunt could deal with this themselves for tonight. They would undoubtedly blame themselves, confused at their sudden raging lust for one another.