[MFF] [incest] [breeding] By the moonlight

Tom expected the next day would bring drama. A great reveal. Fights. Anger. Jealousy.

And instead, none of that happened. Sara and Francine woke up, went downstairs to make some breakfast, giggled as merrily as two women well fucked could, and called him to join them in front of a nice plate of bacon and a warm cup of coffee.

None of it was what Tom expected. He had fucked his sister in law, his own wife had made out with her own sister, and yet everyone was acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

He didn’t break the silence. He dared not. Maybe the women were one word away from exploding in anger and fury. Maybe acting as if nothing had happened was the only sane course of action.

And then.. and then Sara stood up from the table, and before heading to the sink to wash her plate, she kissed Francine’s lips. He looked at them, once again in awe and amazement. No, they were not ignoring the events out of shame. His wife had fully embraced her incestuous relationship with her sister. Was he to do the same? To kiss both women? His brain said no. His dick said yes.

As in many affairs of man, his dick won. He went to his wife, hugged her, and kissed her. And then he walked to Francine, and she offered her lips to him with an eagerness and an appetite for pleasure he could barely comprehend. He kissed the young girl, trying his best not to feel shame, trying his best not to await the fury of his wife. A fury which never came. She smiled upon them, in fact. She was happy to see the people she loved the most be so close to each other.

They spent the next few days acting in this new normalcy. The sisters would randomly fondle each other. Tom would find himself making out with either of them at the most unexpected of times. But neither of them initiated sex, and Tom was too afraid and self-conscious to do so himself.

He dared not talk to anyone about it. Not his friends. Not his family. This secret felt too heavy to him. How would he initiate the conversation? My wife and I fuck her sister? People would look at him as if he had gone crazy. With disbelief. Or maybe horror. Disgust. How could he? He was not old, not by any means, but Francine was even younger, inexperienced, naive. Were he and Sara abusing her boundaries, exploiting her naivete for their own perverted desires? He hadn’t even initiated anything!

He had no idea how it even really happened. One moment he was licking his wife’s pussy, and the next moment his sister in law was in the bed with them.

Was it all planned? Had Francine been drinking to give herself the courage? Had they agreed to this and played him? And even if they had, wasn’t this most men’s hidden secret shameful desire? He had fantasized about Francine himself, after all. He had imagined her naked body, her petite frame, her soft darker skin under his tongue, her shivers and moans. He was just the lucky one in a million that gets to live that dream.

The summer weather was warm, even at night. The moon shone bright in the backyard as Tom was sitting on the porch, drinking a beer, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Sara was the first to join him, her own beer in hand. She sat beside him, and after some small talk, she told him she was horny, before taking her bra off.

He gulped down his beer, looked at his wife’s pale body in the white light of the moon, and watched as she leaned on the outside walls of the house, let her hand slip inside her panties, and started fingering herself. She looked at him in the eyes, and started softly moaning, and thrusting her pelvic bone against her own hand. And that’s when he saw. Francine was inside the house, staring from the window, not missing a beat of the action.

Tom reached for his wife’s tits, fondled them in his hands, cupped them, and licked her nipples. She moaned louder. He bit the nipples, pinched them. Sara moaned even louder. Fucked herself harder. Francine, on the other side of the window, she was naked, herself leaning against the wall, holding herself with one hand, the other between her own legs, trying to follow her older sister’s pace.

Tom wanted them both. He motioned for Sara to follow him inside the house. “No”, she said, and gestured at Francine, inciting her to come outside, to join them.

As if dancing to a famous tune on the radio, Francine walked outside the house, and laid down on the grass. She spread her legs, and continued fucking herself, the cold wet leaves on her back giving her shivers and a pleasurable itching feeling. It was that kind of gentle torture that amplifies feelings. Not too painful to shy away from, but strong enough to feel, in the most primal sense of the term.

Sara walked up to her sister, laid down on top of her. Their legs crossed, their pubes started rubbing against each other. Tom had seen the maneuver in porn before, it was called *scissoring*. Seeing it in real life, and in such a taboo situation, he couldn’t believe it. His wife and her sister were fucking themselves as lesbians in porn do. Outside. The fence and the darkness their only cover.

He didn’t know what to do. Was he to fuck himself. Was he to join them? What could he offer them? Their own bodies so deeply intertwined, he would be a nuisance to the beautiful sensual dance of these two women.

He started stroking his cock. But Sara quickly interrupted him. “Don’t finish yourself. We’re ovulating tonight” she told him.

Tom was no expert on matters of women issues, but he knew that ovulating had something to do with pregnancy. Surely, they were telling him so he could avoid mistakes.

Sara called for him. She made him lay down on the grass, and then she sat on top of him. She started riding him. Her back to him as she lowered and raised herself on his hard cock. The two sisters faced each other, kissed each other, rubbed their nipples against each other. They were as-if one meshed being, every part of their bodies touching. They were as physically unlike each other as sexually synchronized.

“Cum in me baby” Sara incited Tom, riding him harder, faster. Tom vaguely remembered the “ovulating” remark, and tried to say no, mumbled some words about pregnancy, about too soon, the military, but as Sara rode him faster, he could feel himself weak. The pleasure was too much, and if risking his common sense was the price to pay, he would merrily pay it.

Francine asked her sister what it felt like, when a man cums in you. Sara smiled, and didn’t answer, as she felt Tom’s dick tighten, twitch, push just a tiny bit deeper, and then release spurt after spurt of hot thick seed in her fertile womb.

As she pulled out of Tom, Sara finally got to Francine’s question. “It feels like what a woman is meant for. It feels like the ultimate pleasure. Like you’re paying your dues to your natural calling. It feels like your belly is already swelling with a new life”, she said, caressing Francine’s belly. “It feels like your breasts are already ripe with milk, motherly” she said, caressing Francine’s petite tits, squeezing them gently, giving Francine shivers.

“Feel it for yourself”, Sara said, pointing Francine at Tom’s still erect cock.

Francine didn’t need any more encouragement. She lowered herself on Tom as her sister had done a few minutes before, and started pushing herself up and down. Clumsily at first. But the dance soon became second nature to her, as if a deeper instinct had taken over. She was now obeying her primal programming. She was young, barely out of high school, and her every move was homage being paid to her fertility.

Tom realized what was happening to him, and tried to shake her off, tried to warn her. But Sara stopped him. His wife kissed him, and pinned him to the ground. “No, Tom, let her. Let her fuck herself on you. Cum in her. Make us both pregnant. Give us babies Tom” she begged and implored.

As Francine picked up her pace, and rode herself faster, rubbing her own tight pussy against Tom’s hard cock, mixing her own juices to what was left of Sara’s, Sara implored Tom, and at the same time restrained him, so he wouldn’t push Francine away.

“Think about it Tom”, she said. “Think about both of us pregnant of you. Think about our tits swelling. Our bellies big and wide. Think about us both horny and glowing every night”

“Do it Tom. Breed us” she said. Something deep inside Tom was rebelling. He was still trying to fight it off. But he was weak. His attempts feeble. Sara was stronger. Her will more powerful. And Francine was ever so tight. Ever so perfect for him. She too encouraged him. “I am fertile Tom. For you.” she said, caressing her belly, softly, teasingly. “I know you want it. Cum Tom. Cum inside of me. No barriers. As nature intended, Tom. Do it like you did for Sara” she told him, looking him in the eyes.

“Look at these” she continued, pointing at her A cups. “They could be so big. Full of milk. I would let you squeeze them. I would let you drink out of them”. Was it a secret hidden fantasy in Tom’s brain? One that even he didn’t know he had? Was it just that the pleasure was too much? Was Francine’s pussy just irresistible? Suffice it to say, at those words, Tom froze in place, his “fuck no fuck” barely audible, and he erupted, once again. His cum filled Francine.

The three of them laid down in the grass, naked, spent. Each with their own feelings. Fear. Excitement. Anger. All of them feeling a deep connection to each other.

Would the sisters get pregnant? Nobody knew that night. But everyone, some secretly, some openly, hoped so. What would they do? Sara would excitedly say it had happened. She was having a baby with her husband. But what about Francine? She couldn’t say the truth. What would they make up about her pregnancy? They didn’t know. Would they even need to know? That night, as the moon shone bright upon their bodies, nobody knew.

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