Crazy [ff] [incest]

“Jenna Craze, get down here right now!” Mother yelled.

Down the steps, the 16 year old girl approached her mother and sister meekly.

“What?” She asked.

“You know what. You washed your sister’s sheets.” Mother scolded.

“I was trying to be nice.” Jenna said.

“I can’t sleep in sheets that are clean.” Her sister, Lyra, claimed.

“Good, so we’ve established two things: I’m nice, you’re weird.” The bratty 16 year old said, with a flick of her red curly red hair.

“Jenna, quit with your attitude. We’re a weird family, you knew the reason why she likes to… *use*, her sheets, and you washed them anyway.”

“The reason? I don’t know the reason. All i know is that it’s considered nice to do someone’s laundry for them.” Jenna said simply.

“Alright, I’ve had enough of your attitude young lady. Are you ready for your punishment?” Mother asked.

“What are you gonna do, make me shave her again?” The brat challenged.

“No. You are going to *use* her sheets so she can sleep comfortably. If I know your sister, she’ll sleep very well afterwards.”

“What do you expect me to do? Go up there and spend the rest of the day?”

“Your sister will gladly help you.” Mother said smirking.

“I can-” The brat began to yell.

“I’ll join if you protest too much.” Mother said softly, lowly.

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The two sisters marched upstairs, one eager, one with loathing. Up the stairs and to the left, the two redheads bounced with their mother’s tits, their bodies different but distinctly echos of their mother’s. Mother had massive, milky breasts, a shapely and fine butt, and legs to die for. Her daughters managed to be even better, in some ways.

“Get up on the bed, face down, ass up.” Lyra instructed.

“You could at least not be annoying about it.” Jenna protested, as she mounted the bed, her butt near where her sister would rest her head to sleep.

“And you could actually shave, it’s considered polite.” The big sister said.

“I’m not polite.” Jenna said.

“Well, you are wet. Although, when are we not, we come from… her. In all her glory. In some ways, we’re worse.”

“I’m not.” Jenna continued to protest.

“This fiery little pussy disagrees.” Her sister said. Her sister sat on her pillow, her face at her sister’s wetness.

Jenna knew it was true, deep down. As her sister’s hands rubbed and caressed her wet hole, she could feel her mother’s drive within her. Like an embedded, primal urge, passed down through generations. It was in her roots, and no matter how much she hated it, it did feel good. Really good.

Jenna, her sister Lyra, and Mother all lived in the same house. Out in the country, life was simple, living off of inheritance and investments. Mother simply was bored. That boredom did not agree with her sex drive, and as she raised her daughters, it only grew worse.

Now, Jenna’s drive flowed like her mothers.

“That’s right,” Her sister cooed. “This is what it means to be a nice sister.”

Jenna moaned as her juices dripped down, between her sister’s legs, onto her sheets.

Her sister herself was leaking plenty as well, and after only a few minutes, Jenna was moaning and a permanent smile laid across her sister’s face, before she buried her face into her sister’s cunt. It had hair, but Lyra wasn’t known for always needing cleanliness. She licked and lapped, feeling her sister’s wetness trickle down her face.

Other girls might get wet, but none would get as wet as women in the Craze family. They have something about them, an amplified sexuality beyond reason. They have needs, differences, and traditions that put them beyond sin.

“God yes, I’m going to sleep well tonight.”

Jenna glanced between her legs, the pillow and sheets soaked, her sister building and intoxicating her sexuality. Jenna shook, and with a high pitched, soft moan, she heard each drop hit the sheets as she came. It felt so good, for a moment, she thought she loved her sister. She remembered each night, not letting her sister sleep with her, before she would cum by herself and regret not loving her sister more. She collapsed onto the wet bed, warm and wet, smiling, but not smiling long enough to let her sister see.

Her sister, much stronger than her, turned her over. Jenna laid eyes on her sister’s face. She hated how innocent her dirty sister looked, her blue eyes and soft features. Even half her face shining with wetness, she still looked more innocent than a church girl. She licked her lips.

“I won’t make you do more than that.” Her sister declared.

She plunged her wet face into the mattress and deeply sniffed, curling into her pillow with a smile. Jenna rolled her eyes as Lyra dug her fingers into her cunt greedily, quickly fingering herself hard.

“You’re fucking weird, slut.” Jenna said

“Thanks, slut.” Lyra said, as she dug another finger into herself. They both laughed a little.

Jenna left the room to go have a good night sleep of her own. She could feel something burning, and it was sexual in nature, but mixed with a new feeling she had for her sister. If her sister loves her pussy so much, perhaps she would torment her with it. She felt like getting some sweet, succulent revenge come morning.

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Lyra rolled off of her face, unto her back. The morning sun gleamed into her room, and she hadn’t slept so well in a long time. But, she felt an unknown weight on her bed.

Lyra opened her blue eyes and her sticky mouth was agape. Her sister was on her knees, her pussy directly over Lyra’s mouth, and a stone-cold expression across her little sister’s face.

In one of Jenna’s hands, she held a pair of panties, dripping with her wetness.

Before Lyra could open her mouth, Jenna began grinding her pussy right into her face. Lyra at first protested, but quickly her hands relaxed and her legs spread, she lapped at her sister’s cunt, already overflowing. She hadn’t ever seen her little sister like this, taking things for herself.

Jenna was grinding hard into her sister’s face, not caring about what her sister experienced. She was torturing her sister, taking her pleasure as she desired it, making her love her all the same.

A momentary pause came in Jenna, she felt something change. She wanted more than this, she wanted to bathe her sister in intimacy. Jenna turned around on her sister’s face, and laid across her belly. She lapped at her sister’s clit, rubbing her shaven pussy, while her sister lapped at her harder than ever.

Jenna could feel herself growing closer to her sister – this was their first time they felt like they were bonding. They felt the warmth coming of each other belly’s, the wetness flowing out of them, stronger than ever. Closer and closer they grew, until the two shook and moaned.

Jenna humped into her sister’s face, and Lyra spread her legs wide, as the two began to cum into each other, pressing into each other and climaxing.

Sweaty and wet, the two laid there for a while, catching their breath. Jenna turned around and sat on her sister’s hips, she laid and kissed her sister. Jenna and Lyra had not kissed before, but they kissed hard. Jenna had once seen her mother kiss Lyra on the lips, but only once.

Sitting back up, she took the soaking wet, red panties in her hand and put them around Lyra’s neck.

And with that, she left, to see what pleasure she may give to her mother. Something had awakened in Jenna, and she could feel it festering, like it would never turn off again. She wondered if this is what Mother had felt when she was her age, if this is what had happened to Lyra, waking up one day to a never ending desire for pleasure.

She felt the wetness running down her pale, young thighs, and dripping onto the hardwood floor as she walked, trailing up to her Mother’s door. Her legs shined with succulency and her sweet juices, her mouth tasted of her sister’s pussy, and still it hungered for more. It saw before it a grand future, of her sister, her mother, of cocks and pussy to milk and fuck. She understood her families love, what it meant, and she understood that she was different. She was *worse.*

**A lot worse.**

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