It was Labor Day weekend, and Michelle hadn't been home from college for several weeks. She had begun her internship, so much of her time was spent on her current work assignment. Michelle arrived home on Saturday but had to leave late Sunday because her internship employer required her to work on the holiday. As a result, the family was going to celebrate the holiday together on Sunday with a family cookout.

Michelle hoped to have some “alone time” with her father over the weekend. During summer break, she and her father had fucked almost every day. The entire summer was clouded in a blur of hard sexual poundings and twitching orgasms for Michelle. After going "cold turkey" for several weeks, she was eager to have her itch scratched, once again.

Unfortunately, Saturday was a whirlwind of visitors and interruptions that prevented such an encounter from occurring. Her father was not at home most of the morning on Sunday, and by the time he had returned, her brother Michael had arrived for the family gathering. It seemed less and less likely she was going to get her itch scratched anytime soon.

Neither Michelle nor Michael had the slightest idea that their sibling was involved with one of their parents. Likewise, neither of them was completely sure that their other parent knew.

Michael had been having an active sexual relationship with his mother for over three years at that point. While the frequency varied somewhat based on his work schedule, he usually fucked her twice a week on average. Their encounters had grown increasingly male-dominant to the point where his mother had essentially become his personal fuck toy and cumdump. It had become commonplace for Michael to leave bite marks or handprints on his mother's body to "mark his territory."

Their father finally arrived home early in the afternoon. While their mother spent the afternoon preparing most of the side dishes, their father manned the grill, cooking steak, shrimp, and corn on the cob.

After dinner and the subsequent cleanup, the family settled into the living room. Michael and his mother were on opposite ends of the couch, while Michelle and her father grabbed the two recliners. Casual conversation was engaged in as the television played in the background.

Without provocation, Michelle's father whispered to her, “Sit on daddy’s lap, Sweetheart.”

Michelle hesitated for a moment, but when she got the “look” from her father, she sheepishly conceded.

Michael found it strange that Michelle was seated on her father's lap. It was an unusual activity, to say the least. Within several minutes, he heard Michelle whisper “Daddy” several times. As he turned back, he found that his father had unbuttoned Michelle's jean shorts, and his hands were inside of them. It appeared as if he was fingering her pussy.

Michelle could not believe that her father was being so bold. Besides, he had never fingered her pussy previously. Her mother and brother had both turned toward them. Michael seemed to be in shock, but her mother wasn’t surprised at all. It was apparent that she knew about them all along. As her father was publicly handling her, she watched as her mother cuddled up to her brother, Michael. She whispered into his ear for a bit before she unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his cock, and began stroking it.

It was immediately obvious to Michelle that she was not the only one having an incestuous relationship with their parent in the room. She looked on in shock as her brother groped her mother's breasts while she stroked his cock. Michael's cock even resembled that of her father.

Michael couldn't believe how quickly the reveal had happened. Unfazed, he stared down both his sister and father as he grabbed his mother’s head and directed it to his cock. He was determined to show his father that he was the alpha male of the family. Michelle watched nervously as her mother's head was repeatedly forced all the way down on her brother's cock.

Meanwhile, her father continued his aggressiveness. He pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra. He cupped her left breast with one hand while he continued fingering her with the other. Then he whispered, “Take out Daddy’s cock, Sweetheart, " into her ear. Michelle complied as the scenario began to get increasingly graphic.

Michael took his father's actions as a personal challenge. He ordered his mother to remove her clothing while he did the same. He turned his mother toward his father while he slid his cock inside of her. He started to fuck her aggressively as he whispered taunts into her ear. She groaned in pleasure and repeated anything that he told her to say.

Michelle couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Her mother kept crying out things like “Michael is the best fuck that I have ever had, ” and “Nobody has ever made me cum harder than you, Michael.”

Her father seemed unfazed, though. Instead, he ordered Michelle to remove the remainder of her clothing. By the time she complied, her father had pulled his pants down to his ankles. He instructed her to mount him. It was unusual for her father to ask such a thing, as he was always completely dominant. Michelle lowered herself onto her father's cock and started to ride it. Her perky B-cup breasts bounced as she rode her father's cock in somewhat-awkward fashion.

Michael's attention shifted to his sister, and at that point he realized that his father had beaten him at their unspoken game of male domination. He watched as Michelle's tight, little pussy softly caressed his father's cock. Her firm breasts and lean body were virtually unspoiled, and she was probably at or near her physical peak. He remembered seeing pictures of his mother at a similar age, and they were similarly built. It seemed like he could build her into the perfect image of womanhood if only he put a baby into her. He believed that would surely cause her breasts to swell like those of their mother.

It didn't take Michelle's father long to reassume control of the situation. He wrapped his hands around her narrow hips and started rocking forward in quick, short strokes. As he thrust away, Michelle couldn't help but notice how assured and confident her older brother was. His body was fit, muscular, and well-groomed. She couldn't help but notice that he was much more handsome than she would have ever given him credit for. He also seemed to be quite adept at pleasing women, because her mother already seemed to be at the brink of orgasm.

That was when she noticed that his attention was focused entirely on her body. It was apparent that he was imagining that his mother was actually her. That thought initially made her very uncomfortable, but a part of her wished that she was getting fucked to climax in that sexual position.

After several minutes, Michelle's father stopped. Then he flashed her a smile and asked her to get down on the floor and onto all fours. Michelle’s eyes lit up. She had offered herself in that way several times previously, but her father would always demand something different. Michelle did as he asked and stared at him, beckoning him to take her like the horny little bitch that she was.

Michael never took his eyes off of his sister. Strangely, his father even directed her to turn so that her tight little ass pointed toward Michael and his mother.

“Show your sister what kind of man you have become, ” his mother whispered.

That was all of the provocation that Michael required. He climbed off of the couch and approached his little sister. Michelle immediately got a panicked look on her face as she looked to her father for help.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. Michael knows what he is doing, ” her father assured her.

That response surprised Michael even more than it did Michelle. Michael smiled at his father, who seemed to be proud of his son for the first time.

Brimming with confidence, Michael dropped to his knees, and he drove his cock into his younger sister's pussy. He hesitated momentarily as he absorbed every sensation that Michelle's tight body had to offer.

Michelle groaned as her brother entered her with little warning. His cock felt much like her father's, but it was noticeably more rigid. His youthful virility was immediately apparent. As Michael started to thrust, the rigidity was even more obvious. She could feel every groove and ridge of his cock as it massaged her vagina.

After several strokes, Michael lowered his body on top of Michelle's back. Her firm, young body felt incredible when pressed up against his. He resumed fucking his sister but was less aggressive than what he would do to his mother. His thrusts were still moderately long and quick, but he wasn’t driving himself into Michelle as he was usually prone to do.

As Michael pressed his body against Michelle, she imagined that they looked like two dogs fucking on the floor. It felt like Michael was all over her, controlling her, almost consuming her. At the same time, there was a glimmer of intimacy mixed in with feral sexuality.

Michael's chin was pressed firmly on her shoulder. He whispered commands into her ear, much like he had done to her mother earlier. When Michelle failed to respond, Michael grabbed the back of her hair and pulled it firmly. Michelle cried out in discomfort before repeating a series of his taunts.

“My brother's cock feels so good inside of me!”

“Take me, Michael. Fuck your little sister.”

“Don’t stop, Michael. I need you to fill me with your cum.”

As Michael was busy playing mental games with his sister, they found themselves joined on the floor by their parents. They were in much the same position as Michael and Michelle, but their father was in a kneeling position and had a firm grip on their mother's hips.

Shortly thereafter, Michelle felt the early stages of her crescendo. Michael sensed the earliest of her trembles. He immediately referenced them in his taunts as he bragged about how intense her orgasm was going to be.

Whether it was Michael's skill, distraction, or something else, Michelle could feel her orgasm approaching faster than she ever could have imagined. She also noticed that her parents were in the exact same position as when she interrupted them months earlier.

The first wave of her orgasm hit Michelle hard. With nowhere to go but down, her shoulders and face mashed into the carpet while her ass remained in the air. There would be no escape or reprieve, though, as Michael was undeterred. He chased her to the floor, maintaining contact with her body.

Michelle let out several long moans as her orgasm neared its most intense point. Then she heard a familiar sound. It was the noise that her mother had made during orgasm when Michelle had interrupted her parents. She turned to get a look at her mother, only to realize that it wasn’t her mother making that noise; it was her. Michelle cried out loudly for nearly a minute until her orgasm began to wane. Michael, finding himself further along than he would have liked, gave in to temptation and decided to finish with a flurry. His thrusting became slightly clumsy, and he was clearly chasing his own climax. Michelle could hear Michael moaning lightly and mumbling to himself as his frenetic thrusting became more aggressive. A brief announcement of, “I’m cumming!” was next, followed by the warm spray of his seed inside of his younger sister.

The two slumped to the floor in exhaustion. They both turned their heads to watch their parents as it seemed like their own finale was not far off.

Their father still had a firm grip on their mother's hips. It was the sort of hard, direct sex that Michelle had grown to know well. After several minutes, their mother started to cry out. At first, it was soft, then that strange cry began again. Unlike the first time that she heard it, Michelle knew exactly what that noise was about this time.

She was still stunned by how good Michael had made her feel and conflicted that her older brother had just finished inside of her. Michelle continued to watch the entirety of her mother's orgasm intently. She was intrigued by the way that her mother never struggled. She simply accepted and enjoyed whatever physical pleasure was offered to her. By the time her orgasm was finished, their mother had a dazed look on her face, and her body seemed almost lifeless.

Their father was clearly holding her body up as he continued to fuck their mother like a ragdoll. He continued for several more minutes before moaning, “Oh, yeah. Here we go.”

He never stopped thrusting entirely, although his movements became quite jerky. He powered through the entire orgasm, and when he was finished, he relinquished his hold on their mothers' hips. She slumped to the floor as their father towered over her with cum still dripping from his softening cock.

It was the experience that Michelle had desired for months. She found it strange that she didn’t feel jealous in some way, particularly since she had to witness it from several feet away. Michelle realized how perfect their parents really were for one another, just like…she and Michael were.

Michael, on the other hand, was disappointed with both his performance and his lapse of control. His father reached out and placed his hand on his son's shoulder, and Michael responded in kind. It was a surreal father-son bonding moment given the circumstances.

As Michael stared intently at his younger sister while she lay on the floor in front of him, he felt his cock slowly rise once again. He smiled as he realized that he had a second opportunity to fully demonstrate his sexual proficiency to Michelle. He had never gone more than one round previously, but he was still a young man, and there was no reason why he couldn’t continue on.

Michelle could hear Michael moving behind her. She felt him hovering over her just seconds before she felt his body on top of her back. His legs burrowed in between hers, spreading them wide and forbidding them from closing. His erect cock entered her seconds later.

It was the first time that Michelle had had sex multiple times in succession in many months. Her father was always one and done, either out of necessity or disinterest. She had never had sex that quickly post-orgasm, at least not after a non-clitoral orgasm. Michael pinned her firmly against the floor as he raised his hips and then sent his body crashing against hers. Every movement felt sharper than before. It was evident that she was experiencing increased sensitivity from her earlier climax.

Michael hugged Michelle around the neck and shoulders as he resumed his banter, although this time it was slightly different. He told her how good her tight, wet pussy felt around his cock. He had claimed her as his property now, so he could fuck her anytime and anywhere he wanted to. Then he told her that he was going to make her cum over and over again until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Michelle didn’t answer, but she absorbed every word that Michael said. While it wasn’t the stuff of fluffy romance novels, it was the stuff of her naughtiest late-night fantasies.

Michael's thrusting was getting increasingly aggressive. The strokes were long, and his body crashed into hers with increasing impact. Each thrust drove her body to the floor, knocking the air out of her lungs whenever she hadn't braced herself and causing her to groan with each impact. The living room echoed with the sound of bodies colliding, followed by Michelle's groans. The sounds of raw fucking were strangely interrupted by the sound of spontaneous applause. Their mom and dad were seated on the floor together, cheering Michael on as he fucked the hell out of his sister.

Michelle's first orgasm had come quite quickly, and the second seemed to be arriving even more quickly. Her voice went deep as she growled, “I’m cumming! Oh, fuck! Michael, I’m cumming!”

Her arms began to flail wildly. Michelle tried her best to “live in the moment, ” but it was a struggle to remain still. She planted her fingers into the carpet as she braced herself.

Michelle's second orgasm was more intense than the first. She cried out over and over, although it scarcely sounded like words. Her fingers clawed at the carpet aggressively, and her long, skinny legs trembled and flailed. She was glad that she didn’t have long fingernails at that time, as she would certainly have broken some of them off.

Her vision blurred as her torso quivered and jerked. She felt like she lost consciousness for a moment. When she awoke, saliva was pouring from her mouth. It seemed like her brother was beginning to slow down.

Michael could not believe how his little sister reacted to their second encounter. He hadn’t seen a woman have that powerful of an orgasm previously. The opportunity to give it a second attempt and be able to provide Michelle that much pleasure was something that he was extremely proud of.

He climbed off of her prone body and withdrew his still-erect cock. He turned Michelle gently over onto her back. She looked incredibly sexy as she was sprawled out on the floor. It didn’t take long for him to decide that he was not through with his younger sister just yet.

Michael lifted Michelle's legs into the air and slid his cock inside of her once again. Michelle shivered as Michael's cock penetrated her. He pinned his body against hers. Tingles permeated his entire body as he felt the front of his younger sister's tight, little body pressed against his for the first time. As he cradled Michelle's head, her eyes seemed to plead with him. He was convinced that she was about to ask him to stop.

Michelle couldn’t believe how sensitive she had become. Michael’s every movement felt like it was magnified ten times. She considered asking him to stop or at least wait for a bit, hoping that her sensitivity would subside. Instead, she decided to push forward.

As he leaned in, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her with all of her strength. Their lips mashed together so tightly that it was almost painful, but she was not going to let go of her big brother. Michelle said the words, “Fuck me, Michael, ” as their mouths moved in tandem.

Michael went slowly, realizing that his sister was experiencing some sort of sexual anguish. Their lips were locked so tightly that every time they exhaled through their mouths, they would force air into one another's lungs. They each tried to breathe through their nostrils as much as possible, but there was something incredibly intimate about sharing the same air as one another. Neither of them had ever felt so connected to another person.

Michael could feel Michelle's every reaction to his every movement. He could tell that she was being pushed to her limits but didn’t want to deny her one single ounce of pleasure. He couldn’t believe how amazing she was. Michael couldn’t understand how that spindly little girl that he had grown up with had become this magnificent young woman. She had somehow become so beautiful, feisty, and sexual, without him ever noticing it.

Likewise, Michelle couldn’t believe what a dominant alpha man her older brother had become. She had never even known him to have a girlfriend, but he was somehow giving her pleasure that was beyond anything that she had ever experienced before. Michelle wondered if he had always been this strong, rugged, and manly, and she just didn’t recognize it.

Michael noticed that Michelle started to wriggle in his grasp. She still had a firm grip around his neck as she started to speak at an increasingly fast pace.

“Michael, I’m cumming, again! Oh, God. I’m fucking cumming. Hold me!”

Michelle broke off her kiss for the first time in their encounter. Her head rocked backward as she cried out a high-pitched scream. Michael caught her just in time to prevent her from slamming her head against the floor.

Michael realized that his little sister couldn’t take much more. He also knew that she would not want him to stop on her behalf. He decided to try to hurry himself along. Through the years, there were subtle actions that he had discovered, which sped his orgasm along greatly while masturbating. Michael clenched every muscle in his lower body tightly. He started to slowly rock his rigid torso into Michelle. Her pussy had become so wet that it was sloppy. It was obvious that she had experienced some sort of emission during her climax. He could hear her gasp several times as his motion, although still gentle, increased dramatically.

Michelle’s orgasm seemed to be waning, but her body continued to spasm occasionally. Michael sped up as his climax neared; he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. His cock made a sloshing sound inside of Michelle as his pace and aggressiveness built to a frenzy.

Michael's body seized as his orgasm arrived. He thought that it would be less powerful since he had hurried it along, but it was not. His mouth drew wide open as his cock throbbed inside of his sister. He had no idea how much cum he had actually sprayed, but it felt like he had turned on a firehose.

Michael looked down at his sister. She was staring blankly into his eyes. He returned her gaze. Michael brushed the hair from her eyes as she clasped his hand. They stared at one another for several minutes without saying a word; they didn’t need to. The moment that they had just shared said more than any words could have.

Michael wearily backed away. His cock was coated with a creamy, white combination of their cum. He looked downward to find Michelle's pussy in the same state. He lowered himself to the floor, gently licking his sister clean. Michelle continued to tense up and shiver at even the mildest stimulation.

As Michael rose to his knees, Michelle directed him to approach her. It was obvious what she was asking. Michael straddled her neck and lowered himself down. Michelle wrapped her lips around the sensitive ridge of his soft cock, diligently sucking it clean before doing the same to his balls.

As Michelle finished, they remembered that they were not alone. They looked over to find their parents still sitting just feet from them on the floor. They were holding one another, and their mother was crying. They seemed to be more proud of their children than they had ever been before.

At that moment, Michael and Michelle realized what had actually been occurring over the past months. Their parents weren’t necessarily looking for a sexual experience with either of them. They had already found their perfect partner. Their parents were simply grooming them to be ideal matches for one another.

They had done an exceptional job.

As Michael and Michelle looked at their parents from a different point of view, they both realized one thing that neither of them had ever noticed: their parents really looked a lot alike.