Incest Seduction/This is your life now
"Uuuoooghh," you groan, resigned to your fate. "Okaaay. Where's he putting it this time?"
"No, no... Richard can rest."
"Daddy, why do you taste like breakfast?"
Richard waves his hand. "Not now honey."
"I'm gonna make this happen. No, you are," she says, menacingly poking your leg. "Your gonna fuckin do it if it kills me."
You feel like you're way more likely to die than she is, but right now you're drunk enough to not care. One last deep sigh is all the rest you're given. Having laid back when Richard stood up, you flop to one side and open up your legs for Stacy, presenting your slimy, cummy, reddening pussy, the most you can do in your exhausted state.
She doesn't even ease you into anything this time. She grabs the wand, turns it on, and plants it square on your slit. You've given up fighting, so even though this is as shocking as ever you hardly flinch, your head listing from side to side, your body involuntarily twitching whenever it decides to. On a scale of 10 you're instantly brought back to a hard 8, your pussy just as sensitive as it is sore. Your young folds are coated with cum which makes the vibrator both sound and feel different. It's kinda nice, if only to experience something the tiniest bit new. The natural lubricant does make the powerful wand a touch kinder, just a hair less raw friction. Stacy gets right to the point though. She sinks two fingers inside you and wraps them around, pulling up into your g-spot. This is all business.
A low steady moan emanates from your throat now that she's fingering you, interrupted only by the sharp breaths you're forced to take to stay conscious. Your limbs crawl about as if trying to escape your body, listlessly writhing over the couch cushion and towel. It still feels good to have your pussy attended to with such intensity and devotion, but you're so exhausted and you've cum so many times that you don't even know how to process this anymore. Raw pleasure is overriding your thoughts and senses, fueled by the potent mix of chemicals your body is forced to continually pump into your bloodstream. It's like you're going insane, or becoming retarded, or both.
"This cute fuckin puss is gonna squirt goddamn it. I know it. I know it. Fuck... I want you to. So bad."
Aidan shuffles closer to dad. "Mom's swearing lots."
"I think I like eggs now," shares Kalli, smacking her shiny lips. She's licked Richard all the way hard again.
"Alright you two. You should just, um... you should touch Kimmy. Go help her feel good. I think she needs it."
The kids obey although neither are enthusiastic. Kalli crawls over to the far side of you while Aidan hangs off the side of the couch. Kalli aimlessly brushes her hands over your skin, petting you like a dog. Aidan is at least a little more focused. He doesn't shy away from playing with your nipples, clearly curious about boobs even though you look almost as flat laying down as you do upright. Between the two of them they do manage to make you more aware of your body. That awareness helps heighten your arousal another notch and provides a short rush of lucidity.
Richard has since moved behind his wife with his licked clean stiffy, has knelt down onto the floor, and is pushing himself into Stacy. That's nice that he still loves his wife, you think. Of course he might just be trying to fuck away the impure thoughts of his daughter which he's clearly struggling with. If that's true, if he is thinking of his little girl, you're not sure why he hasn't just plastered Kalli's cute face during this whole crazy incest orgy. Shit, even Stacy has managed to do that already.
You lift a hand up to stroke Kalli's face. She smiles warmly at you and you smile back. Then you drop your hand down and tuck it in between her legs. You gently rub her soft round little lips. Her smile gets bigger and she giggles. You're positive this adorable little girl is done for. Her family is more fucked up than yours. You can't imagine the unspeakable things she'll be doing in a few years. For her sake you hope her mother gives up drinking.
Stacy grabs your attention by pressing a hand down on your pelvis. Her other hand still has two fingers shoved deep inside you while palming the vibe to hold it in place. She's pushing around your pelvic bone and pushing your insides down into her fingers, giving her a real firm grip of your g-spot. The two fingers planted on it start sliding opposite each other, one going up while the other pulls down. With that vibe still murdering your clit, everything combined is near sensory overload, sharp little twitches firing in different parts of your body like you're having the slowest epileptic fit.
Your toes start curling as your voice catches. "I c-can't... I can't..."
"Yes you can Kimmy! Don't hold back! God, what else do you need?" Stacy ponders her own question for a moment before taking a guess. "Kalli, can you please kiss Kimmy?"
She's had worse ideas. You're pretty sure you aren't into girls but you assume Stacy didn't ask Aidan because he'll think kissing is gross. He probably wouldn't kiss a chocolate bar for fear of cooties. But little girls love kisses. Kalli, already blushing, happily leans down and plants a simple kiss on your cheek.
"No honey, on her lips. I need you to kiss her like I kiss daddy."
Kalli chortles at the idea then seriously entertains it. She hovers above your face thinking it over before placing a delicate, fleeting little peck in the center of your lips. Seemingly proud of herself, she comes down again for another, and then another. She gives soft, sensitive, separated little taps against your mouth. Then she starts to linger, the time between each little tap lessening until she holds her lips against yours for a prolonged kiss. She keeps her head still, her lips merely firming and relaxing over and over with an excited innocence that makes you melt. When she pulls away a minute later she has the same warm smile, pure love and affection. Whatever that was, it was exactly what you needed. Despite everything else going on, such a simple thing is what is going to do you in.
"I w-want to cum..."
"Do it! Cum for me!"
"But... but I hafta p-pee."
Stacy grunts a little from Richard, but when you glance down at her she looks so relieved by what you've said. "No you don't Kimmy. You're ready. Cum for me, kitten. Just let it flow."
You're teetering on the edge and about to fall. You only have seconds to figure this out. You're not sure if you need to relax or push, but as you shift and strain through the confusion you lift your back off of the couch and your splayed open legs begin to hover in the air. As you reach your millionth orgasm your breathing stops, your abs flex, one leg straightens and shakes, and a trickle of liquid streams out of you and over Stacy's palm, the vibe making droplets sprinkle and scatter. It's a brief little bubbling brook, but Stacy is elated.
"Yes! Yes! Richard! She did it! Ohmygod YES!"
You did. You really did. Your entire body trembles and shakes, only drawing raspy breaths, but you finally squirted. You can't do anything but convulse though as Stacy hasn't pulled the wand away yet, holding you at a steady 10. But she was right. She got you to squirt. Barely, stubbornly, but she did. It's a completely new thing, a whole new kind of release... and it's amazing.
"I told you Richard! I fuckin knew she could!"
"No you didn't," he scoffs. "You just don't know when to quit."
Stacy pulls the wand away from you to argue with her husband. You drop back down to the couch, finally allowed to bellow and writhe in your satisfaction. If you hadn't cum so much already you might be more cognizant of what just happened, more aware of how your body just did that. But you don't have the clarity of mind to think about any of that right now. You can only form one single thought as you come down from your mind numbing high.