IC: Under the Tree (bi, Incest)

[Fiana]

"Piss off," Wednesday snapped, nearly spitting at her sister. She didn't want to risk that. She was surprised that her father knew how tiny her wrists were. The eighteen year old attempted to jerk her head away from her sister. "Stick that thing in my mouth and see what happens!"

After that, she had been focusing on what would actually happened to her now. She tugged at the scarves, trying to loosen them while she tried to throw her father off her small body.


"I wonder what the rest of her tastes like..."

"You aren't going to find out!" Wednesday snapped once more, now her movements becoming more frantic. She never thought her own family would be this cruel, even she couldn't be this cruel. Now she wondered if she really was destined for another family.

She'd take 'Serial Killer' Boyfriend's abusive sex over this. At least with him, he had limits! These two apparently didn't. "Come on, it's not like you've never been horny because you've taken something!" She tried to reason with them. Really, this wasn't as bad as the time she nearly made the microwave and oven explode... oh right, only mother knew of that. Wednesday had paid for everything though, passing it off as a gift for doing such hard work.

 

[scones201]

Wednesday's body squirmed against mine, her pussy arcing dangerously close to my cock. Fortunately, Sarah arrived quickly with some pretty, yet quite solid scarves. A loop and a tie around the headboard. One, then two. I turned and the same was done to Wednesday's legs.

Knowing that my daughter had no means of escape or fighting back left me with a warm feeling. Damn, she really was good. I briefly envisioned all the times I had tied up the girls mother in our love play and smirked.

I moved away and Sarah took my place, rubbing against her sister and licking the dregs from her chin. She looked at me, her favorite pouty look, asking for approval.

"Well, Sarah, there's only one way to find out!"

I grabbed the sewing shears and handed them to Sarah, not aware of how dark that action might appear to Wednesday.

 

[Fiana]

Wednesday nearly went basaltic. She moved wildly, near tears at the sight of the shears. No way, they were going to cut her limbs off! She didn't mind her legs but not her arms! She did not like the idea of being cut by them either. She had enough scars as it was. "Please, don't!" she begged and nearly threw her sister off. So close, but it didn't happen.

If she could've snapped her legs shut, she would've but they were bound. the only thing she could was on her side was the fact she hadn't drunk a lot of the milk. She pulled at the headboard so hard that when it went back to hit the wall, a rather nasty bruise was starting to form in the circular path of the scarves.

The whole time, her eyes were focused on those shears, her body trembling with fear before she exhausted herself and only squeezed her eyes shut. If there was blood, she didn't want to know where it oozed from. She didn't want to see if they enjoyed that.

Wednesday wondered if her father ever realized if she stated away from most sharp objects. She knew that Sarah knew she had a small fear of knife like objects. How dare... that woman ...hold those shears... in her hand.

 

[scones201]

Wednesday cried out, and her tone of voice came over me like a brief splash of cold water. I shook my head ... the residual anger disappeared, with the space only to be filled by more lust.

"Don't ... what?" I murmured.

I took the shears from Sarah, pulled a bra-strap out of Wednesday's T-shirt and with a quick metallic "SNIP", the strap fell in two. The other soon followed. I handed the instrument back to Sarah and whispered into her ear.

"See how easy that is? Now you can finish the rest."

I moved back a few steps, watched and waited.

"Ethan, sweetie. Stay still. Nothing is going to get hurt ... well, nothing other than that outfit, anyway."

 

[Fiana]

Wednesday nearly cried as she could feel and hear her bra straps get cut. "I hate you both," she said weakly, slowly becoming defeated. She was going to KILL them both once she got free. She didn't care if she had to drag her body across the floor.


"Ethan, sweetie. Stay still. Nothing is going to get hurt ... well, nothing other than that outfit, anyway."


It was then, she started to tug at the cloth once more, seeing that it was slowly beginning to come loose. "Why should I listen to you?" This was her favorite outfit when she felt like staying in. And that was her favorite bra. Her last ex gave it to her.

Just let them get to the boxers!

 

[LovelyLauren]

Sarah and her father may have been filled with lust, and they wanted Wednesday to take the ride right along with them. "I think she needs more milk, daddy." She whispered as she took the shears back from her father, looking down at her twin sister and admiring his work on her bra.

Bring the cold shears down again, Sarah slowly and carfully began to cut the fabric up the center of Wednesdays shirt. She'd get over it. Once she had cut up her shirt almost to the collar, Sarah grinned and ripped it the rest of the way with pleasure.

"Wednesday, I could just eat you up. Why are you always hiding these!" With a wide smirk, Sarah handed the shears back to her dad before placing her palms over Wednesday's breasts. As she squeezed and massaged, she unclasped the bra in the front and pulled the fabric away from her, tossing the bra to the floor.

 

[scones201]

At Sarah's words, I noticed that there was plenty left in the bottle. Any sign of anger had passed, and the lust was flowing into a good mellow high. I took another small sip, and exchanged the bottle for the shears in Sarah's hands.

"Here you go, Sweetie. You are right. Young Ethan probably only needs a bit more of her own exquisite solution. Feed it to her."

I admired Wednesday's pert breasts as her sister massaged them with her left hand. No matter what she was saying, her nipples revealed what Wednesday was truly feeling. Before I started to attack the boxers, I realized I could see up the leg hole. A surprise, but a good one.

"Well, it looks like Ethan's been hiding something!"

 

[Fiana]

"St-stop!" she begged, not liking the feel of anyone touching her breast. But her body, her traitous body decided it liked it. She arched back, causing the scarf to loosen some more. "They aren't yours to touch!" Wednesday didn't hide her body... she just didn't like showing it off unless it was for drama class. Sarah was starting to break her.

No, she couldn't take anymore of it! Not the milk. She hated milk.

"Well, it looks like Ethan's been hiding something!"

What her father saw was the newest tattoo she had gotten. It was Toad from Mario Bros. on her hip. But as one looked down, the tattoos became darker. She had a tattoo at both ankles, wrists, the back of her neck, behind one ear, lower and mid back as well as on her stomach. On one of her wrists was Sarah's name... only with a personal touch as it was basically her signature.

See? Wednesday did like her sister... a little.

She may have gotten... a piercing as well, after some friends got her drunk and... tricked her into doing it. She was too scared to take it out. "Don't be looking there, you old pervert!"

 

[susurrus]

Eric

21 6'2" dark hair to his shoulders.

I could hardly wait to see the reaction of my family. Ever since I'd headed to college, I hadn't been home for holidays or summers. I'd been working with one of my professors on an ongoing project, and was managing to get paid at the same time. I'd gone to college a spindly, geeky kid, and had filled out to quite a hunk, if I did say so myself. There'd certainly been no complaints from any of my lady friends, anyhow.

I decided not to call out when I got in, so there'd be more of a surprise when I finally was discovered. I fully expected my sisters to be haranguing one another. Ever since Eth had decided to become a "dark child" way back when, she and Sarah had led binary existences. I had little doubt there was some light in my dark sister, as well as some dark in bouncy Sarah, but the way they went at one another, you'd think they were mortal enemies.

Due to the time of day, I headed for the kitchen, and found the remnants of one of Dad's pancake breakfasts half-eaten on the table, and Ethan's sketchbook abandoned at her place. As usual, her pictures - while well done - were primarily gloom and doom.

I wondered what had happened to make my family leave a half-eaten meal, so I started searching.

The closer I got to the bedrooms, the more I heard voices. One of the girls was doing an awful lot of protesting, so I assumed it had to be Ethan. I followed the sounds until I was met with an unbelievable sight. Dad had Ethan pinned to the bed, while he and Sarah were cutting her clothes off with scissors!

Now, I'm not a prude, and I'd had some encounters at college that I'd have never considered doing years earlier, but this just seemed kind of weird. I didn't know for sure whether to be horrified or horny. My sister hid one hell of a body under all that black. It'd been too long since I'd seen either of my female siblings. Like me, they'd filled out very nicely. So nicely, my body forgot we were blood relations.

My cock started to harden at the flesh revealed in the room, but the strange situation helped me manage to croak out with surprised incredulity, "What the hell are you guys doing?"

 

[LovelyLauren]

Sarah wasn't sure Wednesday even bothered protesting anymore. It just wasn't helping. And her wriggling body underneath her, only turned Sarah on more as she rubbed against her. Her small hands continued to massage her sister's breasts, her thumbs rolling over her lips while Sarah licked her lips. Fuck, her sister was hot.

When their father gave Sarah the approval to give Wednesday more milk, Sarah happily reached for it again, greedily taking another sip for herself again. After her second drink, she didn't swallow. Instead, her tight little body hovered over her sister's, and her soft lips pressed against hers. She kissed Wednesday softly at first, but then deeper when she tried to resist. Her tongue began to prod, and part her lips as Sarah fed Wednesday the milk with her mouth, letting her drink it in. When some trickled down her chin again, her tongue was sure to lick that right up too.

And that's when Eric game in. Sarah sat up with excited wide eyes as she looked back at her brother. "Eric!" She truly was happy to see him, and always had gotten along with him. Or really, he'd always known how to put up with her bright and energetic personality. "Come help us take off Wednesday's boxers?" She grinned back at him, as if this was an every day event for the family.

 

[susurrus]

Instead of being shocked and horrified to see me, Sarah just turned and invited me to help with whatever she and our dad were doing with Ethan. I had no idea what was going on, but watching Sarah fondle and kiss her negative image had my cock hard in no time. I'd taken part in a few anything goes type parties at college, enough to know not to stand in the way, but to just let the good times flow.

Stepping up to the bed, I looked down on Eth's nearly nude body and couldn't help but feel aroused. When she'd gotten all the tats, I couldn't say. As I said, I'd been away for quite a while. Plenty of time for her to go out and grab some ink. There was quite a bit of metal in various places on her body, which made me wonder about what I'd find when the boxers she wore - the only clothing she happened to still possess that hadn't been sliced to bits - were removed.

"Come help us take off Wednesday's boxers?" Sarah brightly offered.

Now, as I've said, I've taken part in some parties where "taking off somebody's boxers" meant a whole different discovery in the end. However, the thought of seeing what my sexy sister had to show beneath her underwear had me ready in no time. I had no notion of what the other three were up to, or what had prompted all this, but they all seemed into it: even Ethan's protests seemed more for show than anything.

Ethan looked particularly hot, bound to the bed like she was. I couldn't remember having any kind of bondage fetish, but seeing my sister tied down like this turned me on pretty good.

I looked over to Dad, who seemed to be in whatever kind of trance everybody else was in, then over to Sarah, who I asked, "So, are we pulling her boxers off, or are you going to shred them like you have everything else." I could hardly believe I was just going with what was happening.

 

[Fiana]

"They are going to do no such thing!" Wednesday panicked, spitting into her sister's face. "You, get your hands offa me!" The milk was making her feel dizzy. She didn't like feeling dizzy. "Oh god, just let me go!" She wanted to leave. But she knew within minutes, the milk would kick in. She promised she would never ever use her family as test subjects ever- well, for the next two months. Because, let's be realistic about this. This was Ethan, and anyone who knew Ethan were people who had been her guinea pigs at least once in their relationship.

She looked over at Eric, the one person she thought could save her... turned out to want in on the action. Well, there went her plans for getting his name on her wrist. She knew she was going to find someone to rid of Sarah's name for her. Many of the tattoos she had gotten were okayed by her mother. Neither female wanted to tell the other three that this had been happening since she was thirteen. Oh no, dad would've been pissed off.

Still, the piercings were done behind everyone's back. She wasn't going for anything special with those. It was then, her hands fell free and she made a move to push Sarah off of her and onto the floor. And hopefully, she was double jointed enough to free her legs. But that was a very small chance. Still, worth a shot. Wednesday decided to compromise, while pushing her sister off (actually attempting too), she'd try to grab the shears and use them as a small protection.

She only hoped it worked.

If not, she could always haunt them from the dead. That...actually didn't seem like a bad idea.

 

[scones201]

As I prepared to bring the shears down on Wednesday's boxers, Eric came bursting through the door. Damn, it had been so long since he was regularly in the house, I had forgotten that this used to be his room, and I guess he still had the key. Eric was visibly stunned, but like every boy in his teens was hard and ready, family or not. For the first time, I noticed his bulge, which made my own stand out a bit more.

"Eric! Welcome home!"

The tone came out casual and cheerful. Just like this were any ordinary Christmas Day.

"Yes, come and help us with your sister. She has been testing one of her formulas."

Wednesday broke free at the comment and made a clumsy grab at the shears. The move was easily countered, and I lay her down again, Sarah moving out of the way. I returned downward, determined to deal with this wayward girl, and made quick work of the boxers. I knew about one or two of the tattoos, was surprised to see some new artwork, but my eyes went to the birthmark that remained just to the left of a metal bar that neatly split my daughter's labia.

 

[LovelyLauren]

Sarah let out a gasp as she was pushed away. Her pretty pink lips pouted in protest, as if a child just had their toy taken away, but she was happy to see her father showed Wednesday who really was in control here as he pinned her back down and began to tear and snip those boxers lose from her body. Licking her lips at the sight, Sarah grinned over at her older brother. He was ready, he didn't need milk to get hot over his baby sister sprawled out on Sarah's bed, in Eric's old room. Naked.

"Mm, Eric she tastes delicious, you should try it! But first," She grinned as she walked over to him, Her slender body only slightly touched his, and her small hands came down to the bottom of his shirt. "First, you need need catch up." She finished, slowly raising his shirt over his head, then tossed it to the ground next to Wednesday's torn up clothes.

 

[susurrus]

When Eth tried to push Sarah off her, I began to wonder how much of an act her protests actually were. It certainly put a thread of doubt in my mind as to how consensual this whole ordeal was. While I had come to the side of the bed to see what was happening a little closer, I had as yet to touch anyone, especially my sister who was the one apparently being tormented.

"E," I started, "what's happening here?" While I was hot as hell, seeing my sexy sisters together like this, I didn't want to take part in something that I'd regret later. I had to deal with all the uber feminists on campus all the time as it was. Just being male, I was already branded as a potential rapist. Ethan seemed to be fighting some kind of a drug affect. Could it be that she'd been drugged? Hell, incest was one thing - illegal as hell - but drugging your own daughter and sibling so you could have your way with her was beyond sick.

Then I remembered some of Ethan's little science experiments. I was a gullible kid, so when I was fourteen and she handed me a stick of gum, all innocent-like, I took it and chewed it like any teenager would. An hour later, I was covered with red splotches, and itched like crazy, especially around my crotch and my butt crack.

"Um, E, is this the result of another of your mad scientist endeavors?" I finally asked. If it was, then she deserved whatever she got...

 

[Fiana]

"You asshole!" her face to turned red. "Let me go! Please!" she was degraded down to begging, her father easily holding her down again. It was then she heard her brother talk.

"It was supposed to be harmless. I even warned them to not drink the milk!" she winced moving once more. "It's not like I thought it would work instantly! It's supposed to take at least seven hours!" In fact, it was supposed to take several hours. Could she have gotten the dosage wrong? Or... had she been given the wrong chemicals? The latter was a huge possibility.

As for the gum, it was commissioned by a company who was looking for away to make children enjoy taking their medicine. They sent her the ingredients. Besides, no one will would take it. He happened to receive the wrong gum. She meant to give him some Juicy Fruit. But no one would believe her, so she just taken the punishment.

She spat in her father's face, some last rebelling she could do. "Get off of me, you old pervert!"

 

[scones201]

Wednesday spat in my face. This was the final straw. I bent down and wiped myself clean on my baby girl's thigh, taking time to enjoy her delicious and unique scent.

She was going to get hers soon enough, but we couldn't have her trying to escape again.

"Sweetie, Ethan, honey, you didn't say anything to your sister until after she drank the concoction. Clearly you also tainted the other batch of milk in the kitchen, as I was already under its influence, and had had nothing from the glass jar."

I turned to Sarah. She was rubbing herself against Eric's smooth chest and razor-sharp Abs.

"Safe combination. 36 - 24 - 38. Bring the box"

The kids knew papers and safety things were in the safe, but it was also big enough for our love toys. Not only was Sarah's 'special' Christmas present in the box, but our metal restraints.

 

[Fiana]

"She only had a sip!" Ethan snapped. "It shouldn't have worked! And you should've known that all the milk was tainted! Don't you know your own kid?!" She yanked down at her arms, trying to escape his grip. If she could get out the door... that was her goal. From there, she'd figure it out.

Wednesday was not the type to wear anything scented. In fact, she had a little bit of a sensitive nose. She was thinking of spitting on him again, but knew she was deep enough trouble as it was. And her stupid brother, the only one who didn't drink the milk, was going to join in on the torture. (Well, she called it torture.)

"You don't ever pay attention," she muttered under her breath.

 

[scones201]

I looked up from Wednesday's pussy and back into her eyes.

"What do you mean we don't pay attention. We've been doing nothing but pay attention to you your entire life. We love you, and you have never accepted it. Well, this ... discovery ... of yours allows us all to enjoy that love and express it."

Eric had wandered in closer to here. Close enough that he could be touched.

I gently laid Wednesday's fingers flat against her brother's bare chest, and held them there. She could not move them to make a fist or retaliate.

"Feel the heat, the desire, the ... love coming from your brother"

My son's pulse was racing.

"Feel his heart"

I then started taking Wednesday's hand lower, toward the wisp of pubic hair just barely crawling from his briefs.

 

[Fiana]

Wednesday nearly laughed. "Never accepted it?" she shook her head, deciding not to get into it. Let's just say... she was jealous of Sarah being Daddy's little girl and the angel of the family. Still, she had also enjoyed causing her parents to wonder where they went wrong with her. It wasn't like she was an easy child... just easy to take care of.

Somehow, this... 'love' didn't seem as though it was love. Yet, her body seemed to accepted this. She blamed it on her drug induced state. As her father forced her to touch her brother, she turned her head away in shamed, wanting to die. Wednesday felt her hand slide down, and she tried to pull away. If there was anything going to touch, that was under the boxers, it would be by voluntary means. As there was none, she was going to fight... the loosing battle as well as war.

"Alright, alright already! I've learned my lesson!" she sobbed. "I won't do it ever again!"

 

[susurrus]

I found myself temporarily paralyzed as one sister disrobed me, and my dad urged on the proceedings. While I found myself aroused by the situation, there was a part of me that still was unsure that it should be taking place, regardless the circumstances. Nevertheless, I didn't move while my seemingly unwilling sister's hand was placed against my stomach, a part of my body I'd taken great pains to tone up. Just because I was more-or-less a lab rat didn't mean I had to look like one.

Ethan's fingers felt warm against my skin. Given her penchant for the dark and macabre, I half expected her touch to be cool.

I didn't urge her hand lower, though Dad did that for me. Still, since I was apparently the only one not under this spell at least Sarah and Dad were, I tried to reason with my sister.

"E, I'm not exactly sure what this potion of yours was intended to do, but as a lab assistant myself, I know that you don't start an experiment and leave it a mystery to those who might be affected by it, especially the folks who are likely to come in direct contact with it, through intentional or even casual means."

No matter her protest, even when Dad removed his hand from Ethan's, her fingers still rested against my stomach. Their slim warmth lay fraction of an an inch from the waistband of my shorts, which Sarah had left behind in her need to touch my naked flesh as soon as she'd gotten my shirt off, and before she managed to remove my jeans entirely. I guess I was as sick as anybody else in the room, because I wasn't under the influence of anything, and I still wasn't resisting the fact that incest was happening before me.

"And as far as you learning your lesson, and not doing it anymore: How many times have we all heard that?

"I know I've tried to understand why you do some of the things you do, but it's still mostly a mystery to me how you can have been so stubborn and contrary for so long. Nothing anybody ever does to or for you seems good enough. Don't tell me you want to be left alone, because if that was true, you'd have been out the door on your own as soon as you turned eighteen."

I sat down on the edge of the bed beside my sister. Ethan's fingers followed my body. Sarah continued to fondle my chest, and Dad watched what I was doing with some eagerness to see what I was up to.

"I know you resent Sarah for being Dad's favorite. Until you two came along, I was both Mom and Dad's favorite, so I understand what it's like. I know I wasn't actually loved any less, but it sure seemed like it. Since I was still really little, I hated you and Sarah for having been born, but I outgrew it. Don't think for a minute that just because you've done everything you legally can to try to alienate yourself from us that any of us love you any less. That you have your sister's name tattooed on your body means something."

I reached out and placed my fingers against Ethan's cheek. At first she flinched, but there was shock that I wasn't trying to touch anything more overt than that.

"I'm not sure what exactly's going on here, but I want you to know that I do love you, and you know it's true, because I'm not under the influence of whatever this witch's brew concoction is that you've inflicted on your sister and father."

I just sat there, watching the conflicted emotions roar across my sister's face. My fingers remained motionless, just maintaining a constant, gentle, innocent pressure against her skin, while hers never left mine. I had no idea whether she'd calm down, and whether that would calm down Dad and Sarah, but I wasn't going to molest anybody who didn't want to be touched, no matter her state of dress, or how gorgeous she looked.

 

[LovelyLauren]

If anything, Sarah was just fucking annoyed as hell. Her own sister had made her this way, knowing the side effects. She may not have known what such a small dose would do, but she still knew what could happen. And now...well, the young blonde girl was hot, and horny as hell. And by God, someone better start fucking, because she couldn't take it anymore.

"You know I love you, sis. No one wants to hurt you, we just want to love you. So let us, please." Sarah spoke softly, but her voice was a little lower than usual. It seemed Eric wanted to give them all time to let Ethan actually consider what was going on here and calm her down. He clearly had already considered the idea, and she hadn't even given him anything to drink! It was sexy as hell, and she licked her lips as she looked down to see her sister's small hand on her brother's body.

 

[scones201]

Eric had his sister under control for the moment. Further restraint did not seem necessary, so I forgot about the box for now. I walked behind Sarah, a small and distant voice warning me away, but I also knew my head was clear, and that - for us at least - this really was a good thing, and something we've all really always wanted.

I leaned in and kissed Sarah's lips, my tongue sneaking into my little girl's mouth. I used the last of my willpower to pull myself away. One hand immediately found its way inside Sarah's shorts, a finger just outside the cleft of her ass.

I was at full attention, and I knew Sarah felt it.

"Wednesday. I don't know if it's dangerous or not. I feel like my cock ... my cock"

Just the word cock sent images to my brain. Slightly troubling was the fact that it wasn't just me and the girls, but Eric too. I wondered about the touch of another man.

"is going to explode ... and not in a good way. Yet I will hold off unless you let one of us in"

 

[susurrus]

I didn't take my eyes away from E's, but from my peripheral vision, I saw Dad move off the bed, leaving my sister free to get up and escape if she so desired. I waited for her to bolt from the room, screaming how we were all perverts and should be in prison for sexual molestation...

Since I refused to look anywhere but my sister's face at the moment, I didn't know exactly what Dad was doing, but I could hear the sounds of kissing, so I put the pieces together and figured that Dad and Sarah were kissing, but not like they normally did as father/daughter. Then when I heard Dad say the word "cock," I remembered some of those anything goes parties I'd been to, and wondered if I could bring myself to do my own dad...

 

[Fiana]

Ethan wasn't worrying about the love part. Really, she knew if she really disliked them she could've left. Although hearing it from her brother's stand point made her feel... well, stupid. (And that was a very common emotion, believe it or not.) She continued to look at her brother. If anyone was going to do this, she wanted to be him. Eric. He was the only one not touching her as though she was some toy.

Even if she knew she deserved it.

The young girl always learned her lesson, but usually seemed to forget it as a the thrill of a new invention over took her mind and body. She could stay up for days to construct a new way on how to dupe lighting people. Not saying a word, she looked into Eric's eyes. He was the only one not under the influence of said milk. So... he would be telling the truth.

"I... I hate it when you make sense," she said softly, admitting he was right. She moved her hand away. She really did hate it when he was right. It made her feel as though she put her foot in her mouth. Not literally (although it was possible). "Why can't you be more of those stupid older brothers? It would be so much easier for me." That in a strange way, was a compliment.


Slowly sitting up, she wrapped her arms around his waist. She said nothing as she listened to her sister. "Yeah I know," she said softly, to Sarah. "But you continued, even after I said no. At least, I stopped every time you said no." And that was true. Besides, looking at her dad, she didn't think she could take him.

Her body was rather small went it came to having sex. Her first time had been painful and her partner had ignored the fact she had been screaming in pain, than pleasure. But that only got her thrown in further into bondage. Besides, she'd like someone nice to start with. If Eric was willing...