Saga of Littown Ch. 06

"Right. Like you needed an excuse to be even cum-sluttier."

Emily made big, innocent eyes. "Who, me?"

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A little while later, after Emily had dressed and returned inside, she happened to pass the bathroom and hear the water running. Someone must have been planning to take a bath, she deduced. In all likelihood, it had to be either her mom or aunt. Emily's eyes lit up at the possibility that Aunt Krissy might be disrobing within. There were things a girl needed to know about someone who may or may not be one of her parents. Now seemed like a good opportunity to verify one way or the other.

If it was her mom in the bathroom, Emily figured she could just pretend she'd left something in there and hadn't realized it was occupied. She'd do much the same if it was indeed Aunt Krissy, except she'd make sure to get a good look first. With a wicked smile, Emily barged through the closed door.

Her planned excuses caught in her throat as she struck immediate gold. Krissy was fully naked, and experienced a moment of frozen shock where she simply stared at her intruding niece, before finally grabbing a towel to cover herself. By then, it was far too late to do any good.

Aunt Krissy, to Emily's eyes, looked almost exactly like her mother. They had very similar faces and identical breasts, hips, and legs. The big difference was that Krissy had a hard cock between her thighs. It was just what Emily had been hoping for.

"You are our daddy!" Emily squealed. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"

"Emily..."

Emily yanked away Krissy's towel and made a grab for her cock. It looked just like Jaime's, which made sense genetically. Her aunt backed up warily and tried to fend off the younger girl.

"It didn't make any sense if you and Mom both had vaginas," Emily said. "Neither of you would get pregnant that way. You had to have a penis. I knew it."

"Ok, that's fine. Now you know. Can you leave now, please?"

Emily frowned. "I just want to play with my daddy's dick a little. Is that so wrong?"

She made a another grab and managed to brush her fingers across the tip of Krissy's cock. Krissy shivered and almost gave in, but found the willpower to hop into the tub and sink her body below the opaque surface of bubbles. Emily, undeterred, knelt down and thrust her arm into the water. She explored blindly until she was able to latch onto her aunt/daddy's erection.

"Dammit, Em," Krissy said softly.

"Ooh, you feel just like my brother," Emily said cheerfully. "I bet you cum as much as he does too."

"Ok, enough."

Krissy forcibly removed Emily's hand and held it out of the water. Emily tried to wiggle free, but to no avail. She wasn't used to this kind of firm rejection.

"What's wrong, Aunt K? You don't like me touching you?"

Krissy sighed. "You don't even know how good your delicate little fingers feel. That's not the problem. Your mother doesn't like the idea of either of us doing sexy things with you or your brother."

"Ohhh, Mom's got issues again. That makes sense." Emily tried again to free her wrist. "A tiny li'l handjob would hardly count though, right?"

"Emily, let me try to be clear. You and Jaime are basically the sexiest damn things I have ever encountered, and it takes an awful lot of restraint not to hold you down and fuck your brains out."

"Ooh! Yes please!"

"That... no, Em. No. I love your mother, my sister, way too much for that. If she doesn't want me sexing up my own daughter for reasons inexplicable, then I just have to abide by that."

"So you want to fuck me, but you can't?"

"Right."

Emily thought about it, then nodded. "I can live with that." She leaned over to kiss Krissy chastely on the cheek, then stood up. She was grinning widely. "I have a daa-ddyyy." She walked out repeating her last words in a sing-songy voice. "I have a daa-ddyyy. I have a daa-ddyyy..."

Krissy sighed in relief as the danger passed. It was so hard saying no to such a sexy, willing little tease. She ran her fingers over her hard shaft where Emily's hand had been. She bit her lip and slowly stroked herself while images of her naked daughter danced through her head.

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Emily had so much on her mind that she forgot about her new accessory. She didn't think anything of it when she bumped into Lilith in the hallway. She was still cheerfully humming to herself and daydreaming about the possibilities now that she knew Aunt K's secret.

"Nice collar," Lilith said. She was a little bleary from just waking up, what with her late work schedule and all, but the collar was such a bright pink it was impossible to miss.

Emily's hand went to her neck. She bit her lip as she remembered what she'd set herself up for. "Thanks."

"You know, it kinda looks like one I had in storage."

"Oh? What a coincidence."

Lilith folded her arms and glared at her little sister. Emily was using her big, innocent eyes, which meant beyond a doubt that she was guilty of something.

"You went through my stuff, didn't you?"

"Maaaybeee."

"And you didn't ask first, did you?"

Emily clasped her hands behind her back and swung them back and forth. "Nope."

"And you aren't the least bit sorry."

"Guess I'm a bad girl."

Lilith sighed. "There was never any question about that."

"'K, well I got things to do. See ya."

Emily turned her back and started to flounce off in a provocatively carefree manner. A thrill went through her as Lilith grabbed her around the waist and hauled her back.

"Oh no, li'l sis. You're being a brat on purpose, and you know I can't let you get away with that."

Emily giggled as she was dragged backward. She relaxed and let herself be transported to Lilith's room. Whatever her punishment was to be, she was very much looking forward to it.

"What are you going to do to me?"

Lilith rolled her eyes at Emily's eagerness. She'd learned long ago that her sister reacted... differently to certain traditional consequences. You had to be creative if you wanted to get something through her head.

"You'll see."

A press of a button later, a section of wall in Lilith's room flipped around to reveal a pair of shoulder-height padded manacles. Emily beamed as she was locked into place. She tested her restraints for form's sake, and they held securely.

"Are you gonna cut my clothes off now?" Emily asked. "Or maybe gag me? Ooh, or-"

"Don't tempt me. The gag's still on the table, so to speak."

Emily wiggled in anticipation. "I'm ready."

"I'm sure you are."

Satisfied, that her sister was stuck, Lilith turned and walked out of the room. Emily was disappointed, but consoled herself with the thought that maybe Lilith just needed to fetch special equipment. This might be even better than she'd hoped.

Moments later, Lilith returned with a bewildered Jaime in tow. He caught on somewhat when he saw Emily chained to the wall, still wearing her stolen collar. Lilith closed the door to her sound-proofed room, then started stripping.

"Clothes off, Jai," Lilith said.

Jaime shrugged and did as ordered. Emily danced with excitement as her two super-wicked-hot siblings got naked in front of her. Her pussy juices were running in rivulets down to the floor. There was a conveniently placed drain beneath her feet, proving that Lilith really thought these things through.

Once unclad, Lilith selected a double-ended strapon dildo from her vast collection. She inserted and strapped it into place. Jaime waited patiently for further instruction, and Emily watched with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Double-teaming me would definitely teach me a good lesson," Emily said. "I probably need to take a really good pounding to make sure."

Lilith ignored her sister. She put her hand on Jaime's shoulder and guided him to kneel on a section of padded floor. The end of her strapon poked insistently at his mouth until he parted his lips and let her in. She probed his oral opening with uncharacteristic care, and only slowly pushed more and more in.

"Oh, ha ha," Emily said. "Pretend like you're not even going to do any disgusting, bsdm/incesty things to me. Veeery funny."

"That's right, Jai," Lilith cooed as though no one else was even speaking. "Be a good boy and take it all down your throat."

Jaime gagged a few times, but did his best to relax his jaw and throat. Lilith's fake cock pushed into his throat and stretched it out, soon cutting off his air supply. He took a deeper breath when she pulled back, then grunted as she shoved her way even further into his face.

"You can start face-fucking me any time," Emily said desperately. She was beginning to worry that something sinister was going on. She loathed the thought of it, but maybe Lilith wasn't going to punish her at all! She couldn't believe her big sister would stoop so low, but the evidence was beginning to seriously point that way.

Lilith grabbed Jaime's hair and thrust her dildo-cock harder and harder down his throat. She lost sight of everything but his adorable face as he choked and gagged on her length. His eyes watered and overflowed down his cheeks while drool ran down his chin. She may have started gently, but she was quickly moving into full-on throat ploughing territory.

Just before he passed out, Jaime's mouth was cleared and he was able to suck in great lungfulls of air. Lilith wiped his face off, getting the worst of his viscous liquids cleaned up. She had a devilish glint in her eyes, as if any more proof was needed that she was quite enjoying herself. Jaime looked over at poor Emily, who most certainly wasn't.

"Are you going to let her free now?" Jaime asked Lilith.

Lilith examined her younger sister. "I don't think so. She hasn't learned anything yet."

"I've learned you're a total bitch," Emily interjected.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "Insult me all you want. I'm still not punishing you."

Emily went back to sulking by herself while her siblings had all the fun. She was super fucking horny from watching her darling brother getting throat-raped, but she could neither join in, nor even play with herself. This lack of torture was torturous.

"So, Jai," Lilith said, "any guesses on what's next?"

"You're going to destroy my ass, and make Em watch you do it?" Jaime hazarded.

"You are a sharp one, li'l bro." Lilith ruffled Jaime's hair affectionately. "Up on the bed, please."

Jaime climbed onto the bed on all fours. Lilith turned him so that his profile was to Emily, allowing her to see everything. She rubbed her saliva-coated dildo all over Jaime's butthole before finally sticking it in.

Jaime moaned as his rectal passage was abruptly filled. He was prepared for a brutal pounding, and that seemed exactly what Lilith had planned for him. Her hips slapped against his ass over and over, and his tummy bulged outward slightly with every thrust. Intense pleasure and pain commingled within his body, eventually shorting out his brain.

Emily gushed precious sex juices down her legs in a constant waterfall. She was horny and miserable, because for the first time in her life she was physically unable to do anything about her urges. She longed to join in and stick her strapon down her brother's throat, or have him lick her, or even just rub up against something, but she couldn't. All she could do was watch Jaime's anal violation while her sexual needs rose to critical levels.

Despite being pounded until he was oblivious to the world, Jaime still reacted the way he always did to long, hard fuckathons. His body charged up for a massive cumshot, which in his position would soak Lilith's bed thoroughly. She was on top of things, though, and without missing a beat she grabbed a condom, tore its wrapper with her teeth, and dexterously slid it over her brother's throbbing shaft.

Emily was horrified. "That's just sick!"

"What?" Lilith asked without pause.

"That condom. You can't-"

But it was too late. Jaime erupted cataclysmically, and the stretchy sack on the end of his cock started filling up at a fantastic rate. It ballooned outward as it was stuffed ever more full of pearly white liquid.

Lilith kept pumping her brother until he was well and truly spent. His ass almost produced too much suction for her to pull out afterward, and once she did he fell bonelessly onto the squishy cum-balloon he'd just filled up. Lilith had to roll Jaime onto his side so she could disconnect his condom, and carefully tie it off at the end to keep all the mess contained.

"I'm supposed to be Jai's cum tank," Emily said sulkily. "Not some stupid condom."

"And if you hadn't been such a brat, you could have been," Lilith said. "Have we learned anything yet?"

She walked over to her manacled sister, her strapon swaying with every step. Emily turned her head to the side petulantly, but Lilith gently guided her by the chin to face forward. She kissed Emily softly, and some of the glare left the younger girl's expression.

"I've learned you're a total bitch sometimes," Emily said.

"You already knew that. What else?"

"I... shouldn't take your stuff without asking?"

"Aaand?"

"And... don't expect sexy, sexy, hardcore punishment if I do?"

"Correct. Now we're getting somewhere."

"Great. Can I go now? My arms are tired."

"Almost." Lilith pressed her fake cock against her sister's crotch. Emily's shorts were entirely soaked in pussy, as was the bottom half of her shirt. "Do you still love me?"

"I have to. You're my sister. It's the law."

"Close enough."

Lilith tore Emily's clothes off and discarded the torn fabric carelessly. Despite herself, Emily actually felt a hopeful tingle in her pussy as she was stripped of everything except her stolen collar, and her ever present butt plug. She was going to be so pissed if this didn't go anywhere.

All it took was one good shove of Lilith's dildo to bury it in Emily's desperately wet cunt, and simultaneously make the younger girl cum. There was so much backed up pressure that Emily rolled through multiple orgasms simply from swift and efficient sister-fuckery.

Lilith knew exactly what she was doing. She thrust expertly into her little sister again and again, making up for her cruel lack of sadistic, incestuous, lesbian punishment earlier. All control of Emily's body was hers, via means of her strapon and the pleasure it delivered. The brat couldn't possibly stay mad if she was given a good pounding.

"Still mad at me?" Lilith asked once Emily seemed to be wearing out.

Emily focused her glazed eyes. "Maybe I can let it slide this time."

"Good."

The sisters exchanged a tender kiss. Lilith finally unlocked Emily's manacles and let her down. Emily rubbed her arms and tried to stretch out the stiffness.

"You're still a bitch," Emily said.

"I know. Deal with it."

Emily smiled crookedly. She walked over to a still sex-comatose Jaime and slung him over her shoulder.

"Don't forget the condom," Lilith called after her. "You can still get the cum out of it if you want."

Emily flipped her sister off over her shoulder without looking back.

Since Jaime was both unconscious and covered in various fluids from both his and Lilith's bodies, Emily took it upon herself to get him cleaned up. She carried him to the bathroom, which was now empty. She set him down carefully on the floor and started running a bath.

While the water was running, Emily took the opportunity to check out her neckline in the mirror. The bright pink collar really stood out against her skin. She decided she liked the look. It was a little sluttish, just like her. It might be worth wearing even now that she wouldn't get in trouble over it anymore.

Once the tub was sufficiently full, Emily dropped her brother in. She got him to sit up in a reclined position so his mouth would stay above the water line. Despite his unresponsive state, his cock was still jutted out temptingly at her. She couldn't very well resist it.

After removing her collar and pulling out her butt plug, Emily stepped into the tub with Jaime. She sat down carefully so that her brother's cock went up her butt as she lowered herself into his lap. With her ass nicely filled, and the lovely warm water soothing her aching arms, she was finally able to properly relax.

Jaime came back to life by bits and pieces. At first, his only conscious sense was once of being buried balls deep in his sister's vice-like asshole. He wasn't sure how he knew that's what was happening, but every fibre of his being was certain of it. Slowly, so slowly, he became more alert. Emily was sitting in his lap, her wonderful, slippery skin pressed against him. Everything was wet and warm. Either they were in a bath, or she'd managed to cover the both of them his cum again. No, it wasn't the right consistency for cum. Bath it was then.

Emily smiled as Jaime wrapped his arms around her. She squeezed her butt around his shaft, and he flexed his cock inside her in response.

"Welcome back," she said.

"What happened?"

"You were right out of it. Lil fucked you good. I've still got some things to learn from her, I think."

"That explains why my ass aches."

"Mmm, I bet. You can have a go at wrecking my ass if you want. Lil never even touched it."

"You poor thing."

"I know. I just had to stand there and watch. Me, watch!"

"I'm sorry, Em. But you had to know something like that was going to happen. Lil's even more of a twisted genius than you."

Emily sighed. "Yeah, that's true. At least she fucked me a bit afterward. I was hoping at least for a good spanking or something."

"No familial violence at all, huh?"

"Nothin'. 'Cept my arms felt like they were gonna fall off by the end, which didn't really do anything for me."

Jaime nodded and rubbed Emily's pussy sympathetically. She moaned contentedly and wriggled against him as he fingered her. He slipped a couple fingers inside her and found that he could actually feel his cock through the wall between her pussy and ass. He rubbed himself through her just for the novelty.

"Hey Em? How about you grab your plug?"

"You're already in my butt, silly. I don't need it right now."

"Just humour me, would you?"

Emily shrugged and reluctantly pulled herself off her brother's dick. Her ass slid off Jaime's shaft slowly, and with an audible pop as it came all the way out. She bent over the side of the tub to retrieve her butt plug for reasons unknown.

Unbeknownst to Emily, Jaime had just executed a cunning ruse. As soon as her tight ass was maximally exposed, he brought the palm of his hand down on it with a crack of thunder.

Emily yelped. "What-"

But another blow landed on her pert bottom, and another, and yet more still. A constant barrage of sharp blows reddened her ass and kept her off balance. She squealed and wriggled and protested, but the surprise attack on her rear was relentless. She was sniffling with pain by the time her brother let up.

Emily looked back at Jaime. Involuntary tears were visible on her cheeks. "You spanked me."

"Yep. Feel better?"

Emily swiped at her cheeks with the back of her wrist. "A little." She gingerly touched her butt with a single finger, and winced at even that light brush. "That really stings now. I don't think I can even sit down in the water anymore."

"Is that good or bad?"

A slow, impish smile spread over Emily's lips. "You're the best brother ever."

She threw her arms around Jaime and kissed him passionately. She was careful to keep her cherry-red ass out of the hot bath water. It was entirely possible she wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.

Emily got out and dried herself off. Droplets of water steamed as they ran down her ass. She was very careful about patting off her lower back and upper thighs without touching her sensitive bottom. Her thighs became slick again from her own juices before she'd even finished towelling off. The memory of her brother's swift, unexpected spanking was oh so fresh in her head.