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"I do not," she said, but her tone gave it up that she was lying.
Miranda ordered softly, as she guided Laura's body to the floor, "I expect you to go between my legs now."
"But you're my cousin's wife," she argued, even as she allowed herself to be guided to the floor... her protest now not about submission but retreating to bringing up trivial rationales.
"And you're my husband's wife's... Pet," Miranda proclaimed, uttering the word that symbolized her position in the hierarchy of power.
"But I don't lick pussy," Laura protested, even as she stared directly into Miranda's wet pussy.
"It's the 21st century, my pet, every girl licks pussy at some point," explained my wife, moving her hand possessively to the back of Laura's head.
"But...." Laura began, as Miranda silenced her by guiding her conquest between her legs.
"That didn't take long," Nana said.
"And to think Miranda herself is much more of a submissive than a dominant," Mom added.
"The ultimate switch," I agreed.
"Do you think she can get her to become the bottom feeder for all of us?" Aunt Elizabeth asked.
"You really do want her between your legs, don't you?" Mom asked.
"That I do: I want to ride her face until I cum all over it," Auntie admitted.
"Back on your knees, Aunt Slut," I ordered, figuring she'd gotten to see enough, and reminding her that even though our pond had just gotten a trifle larger with the recruitment of her daughter, she was still second-from-the-bottom feeder.
"Am I going to get triple-teamed again?" Aunt Elizabeth asked wickedly, knowing that just swimming in this pond at all provided some very enjoyable perks.
"Yes," I nodded, "although this time I'll be doing the ass reaming."
"Great!" she agreed, as she straddled Mom's cock and bent over to receive mine.
"I can't believe I'm fucking my own daughter's face," Nana said, shaking her head.
"Incest is best," I said for the thousandth time since I'd first fucked Mom, as I slid my hard cock into my Auntie.
"Keep it in the family," Nana added.
"You can't have mother-fuckers without son-fuckers," Mom added.
"Nana loves her grandson's banana," Nana added with a giggle.
"We should trademark these slogans," I laughed, as I began fucking my Aunt's ass and looked back up at the television, realizing we'd missed a bit.
Miranda was sitting back down again and Laura was taking position between her legs.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door to Miranda's office. "Five minutes," someone called out.
"Shoot!" Miranda sighed, pushing Laura's face away. "We'll continue this when I return." She stood up and went to get dressed while a rather dazed Laura looked up, remaining on her knees.
Once Miranda was dressed, she asked, back in her sweet mode, "Would you like to come and watch the newscast?"
"Um, sure," Laura said, looking surprised.
"Then go quickly and wash my cunt juice off your face," Miranda said, as if she were telling a daughter to run upstairs and brush her teeth.
"Um, okay," Laura repeated, as she stood up and went into the washroom.
Miranda looked up at the camera and blew us a kiss.
Seconds later, I blew my load in my aunt's asshole.
I then watched my three incestuous sluts engage in a lengthy daisy chain as I also watched the newscast that featured my beautiful, radiant bride.
Then once all three had reached their orgasms, we all got dressed in our bedtime attire to watch Miranda complete her seduction of Laura.
When Miranda and Laura returned to Miranda's dressing room, she ordered, "Let's finish what you started, Laura. You had me feeling so fucking horny through the entire telecast."
"I did?" Laura asked.
"Oh yes!" Miranda nodded, again cascading her dress to the floor and returning to her couch. "I just knew you'd be a natural."
Laura walked over to Miranda, now with no protest at all and at least for now remaining fully dressed, then she lowered herself between my bride's nylon-clad legs.
Auntie said in wonder, "Wow, no resistance at all."
"You think you could resist Miranda?" I asked.
"Good point," Auntie laughed.
"There you go," Miranda moaned as she looked up at the camera and smiled at us. "Explore my entire cunt, my pet."
We watched as Laura licked and licked, her head moving up and down, left to right.
Miranda's moans increased, but then she pushed Laura's head away and demanded, "Tell me what you want, my pet."
Laura didn't hesitate, having had much experience with her own version of this drill, although this time she was playing the secondary role. "I want to get you off and taste your cum."
"What are you?" Miranda asked.
"I'm your pet," Laura declared.
"And you'll obey my every order?" Miranda questioned, adding to her power over Laura.
"Yes," Laura nodded, clearly impatient to bury her face back in Miranda's sweet snatch.
"Yes, what?" Miranda asked, making the hierarchy clearer.
"Yes, Mistress," Laura answered, demonstrating to Miranda and herself (and to us, her audience in TV-land) that she was a natural submissive.
"Good, my pet," Miranda nodded approvingly, "now get me off with that eager, slut tongue."
"Yes, Mistress," Laura nodded eagerly, instantly burying her face in Miranda's cunt.
Miranda grabbed her phone and texted something before she closed her eyes, just as she always did when she was getting ready to come, and allowed the teen's tongue to please her. I wondered who she was texting... it wasn't me.
I watched my wife, loving her facial expressions as she received pleasure from her latest conquest.
Two or three minutes later, Miranda came.
God, she was beautiful!
God, I was the luckiest man in the world!
Miranda was still coming when there was a knock at her door. "Come in," she called out.
Laura's head raised up, but Miranda held her in place, addressing her like a puppy, "Stay."
Kristina came in and asked casually, "Is it my turn?" Obviously, it was Kristina who Miranda had texted.
"She's all yours," Miranda affirmed, standing up.
Laura looked confused as Kristina sat down in front of the wet-faced teen.
Miranda asked her, "Still hungry?"
Laura gazed, yes hungrily, at the succulent dessert being offered between Kristina's spread legs and hesitated briefly, before answering like the newly-realized cunt-craving submissive she now was, "Starving, Mistress."
"Then get licking," Miranda ordered.
Laura obeyed, licking her second pussy in a matter of minutes, as Miranda went into the closet and returned a moment later with a strap-on. She strapped it on and waved to us as she paraded across the screen.
"Oh my God, my nephew's wife is about to fuck my daughter!" Aunt Elizabeth gasped.
"Damn it," I sighed, "and the naughty slut is going to get me all hard again."
"Poor baby!" Mom crooned unsympathetically. "Then I'd better help you with that," she finished more helpfully, fishing my hardening cock out.
As Mom began slowly sucking me, I watched my Miranda move behind Laura, who was on all fours servicing Kristina, and lifted up her dress. Laura kept licking as Miranda positioned her cock at the teen's cunt.
"Ready to get fucked, slut?" Miranda asked, rubbing the cock up and down Laura's pussy.
Laura moaned, "Yes Mistress, please fuck your teen slut!"
Truthfully, I was annoyed that Miranda hadn't got Laura undressed. I wanted to see my cousin's body and tits. I was also curious what kind of lingerie was underneath the dress besides the pink thong that Miranda yanked down to Laura's knees.
"I love listening to my daughter talking like a cheap slut," Aunt Elizabeth said.
"Like mother, like daughter," Mom teased.
"Like nana, like mother, like sister, like daughter," Nana elaborated.
"The interweaving of these incestuous relationships in our family is getting so complex I'm going to need a Venn diagram to keep track of it all," I joked as Miranda began fucking Laura.
"I get to fuck her first," Aunt Elizabeth declared.
"No, I think I do, Auntie Pet," I corrected.
"Then she eats me first, Master," Aunt Elizabeth bargained.
"Sure," Nana allowed as she crawled over to her daughter and said, "But you've got to earn it. Get eating."
"Yes, Mom," Auntie agreed, as she began licking her mother.
I watched Miranda fuck Laura, who got quite animated as she was fucked hard. "Oh yes, fuck my cunt, pound your slut, drill my box," all while she was still licking Kristina's cunt.
Laura came first.
Kristina second.
Nana third.
Then I shot a load into Mom's velvet mouth.
As we got up to go to bed, Aunt Elizabeth reminded us, "Tomorrow is orgy day."
"And I have a special surprise for my big man tomorrow," Mom smiled, as she gave my cock one more squeeze.
"How? We're running out of relatives," I joked.
"Well there are your dad's sisters," Mom smiled. "They're not my blood relatives, but they're yours."
"You really are wicked," I laughed, both dad's sisters being pretty hot.
"Let's go, Mom," Mom urged her mother, "you have a late-night snack to eat."
"Yummy," Nana agreed, as she followed Mom up to her bedroom.
.....
An hour later Miranda slithered into bed with me, waking me up. She whispered, "Did you enjoy the show?"
"Did you?" I asked.
She moved my hand to her wet cunt, "What do you think?"
"Maybe," I teased.
"Fuck me, stud," she demanded, straddling me.
"If I have to," I sighed, knowing this would be a marathon session since I'd already come three times tonight.
"Yes, you fucking well do have to," she growled playfully as she began bouncing on my cock.
Fuck, was my life perfect!
.....
Next morning we were all sitting around the breakfast table, Laura included, all of us knowing she'd been turned last night and had even watched it happen, but Laura not knowing we knew.
Aunt Elizabeth asked her, "How was last night at the television station, honey?"
"Different than I expected," Laura replied, not giving anything away. Yeah, right!
"Yes, you learned a lot, didn't you?" Miranda teased.
"Yes, I guess I did," Laura answered, her face going red.
"You were a real eager beaver," Miranda continued.
I contributed with a chuckle, "At my school 'eager beaver' has an unusual meaning."
"How so?" Miranda played dumb.
"It's a term for an eager lesbian pleasing another," I explained.
"Another what?" Nana asked, also playing dumb, as Laura's face went even redder.
"Another vagina," I answered, keeping it polite for the moment.
"Oh, I see," Nana said.
"You didn't get back until pretty late," Aunt Elizabeth remarked. "What took you girls so long?"
"Laura was hungry and needed a bite to eat," Miranda answered.
"Just like I was at the airport," chimed in Nana with a droll smile. Yes, exactly like that, we all thought.
I joked, "Too bad she wasn't an eager beaver, she could have snacked on some sushi right in your dressing room."
"Curtis!" Mom gasped theatrically.
"What?" I said. "I'm not ashamed that my wife is bi."
Miranda shrugged and licked her lips, "Yes, I do like my eager beavers."
Laura was now remaining silent... mortified by the possibility of some upcoming innuendo that might out her.
"I know you do," Mom said, then turning to Laura and grasping her hand to offer a 'heart-felt' apology, "I'm sorry honey, ever since Curtis married my ex-lover he's become pretty frank."
"You and Miranda were lovers?" Laura asked, her face one of pure shock.
"Yes, my loss is my son's gain," Mom nodded, "I thought your mother had explained to you that's why my marriage ended."
"No, she most certainly didn't," Laura denied, glaring at her mother.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry," Mom apologized again. "I guess I've just made all this very awkward."
Nana sighed, "Laura is eighteen. I'm sure she's enough of an adult to handle the fact that her aunt and her Nana are eager beavers."
"Mom!" my Mom reprimanded, this entire conversation really entertaining to everyone but Laura.
"What?" Nana shrugged. "I'm too old to begin telling lies now, or to pretend to be something I'm not."
"Nana, you like girls?" Laura gasped, trying to process a roomful of unexpected revelations.
"I like both guys and girls," Nana answered, "of various ages." She gave me a wink, but I don't think Laura noticed.
"You're bi?" Laura asked, still trying to process, feeling she was swimming against the current of another water analogy.
"I don't like to label myself," nana shrugged, "I just like sex."
"Mom, I'm not sure my daughter is ready to learn all the ins and outs of our family's truth," Auntie interjected, as it seemed we were accelerating the seduction plan greatly from our original discussion of the prior evening.
"What family truth?" Laura pleaded, feeling herself only able to ask questions, questions she wasn't getting any decipherable answers to.
Mom said, "She's eighteen, Elizabeth; she's an adult. Maybe it is time to let her in on the truth."
"But not at the kitchen table," Nana objected. "This isn't the place for eager beavers."
I couldn't help but add, "Yes, any eager beavering should be done under the table."
"Curtis!" Miranda reprimanded me, slapping my hand.
"What? Am I wrong?" I asked.
"I didn't say that," Miranda prevaricated.
Mom, deciding both to take control and that there was no better time than the present, "Slut Miranda, under the table. Now!"
"Yes, Mistress," Miranda obeyed immediately, grinning wickedly at Laura before whisking herself under the crowded kitchen table and between her mother-in-law's legs.
Laura's face shot from bright red to pale white in a heartbeat! I mean it may have even been Guinness book of World Records fast as she stared around in disbelief, especially when she was expecting to experience an immediate tumult of outraged objections to such scandalous behavior and saw only laughing faces.
Mom explained over an undercurrent of wet sounds emerging from under the table as Laura was looking as if she'd just seen a gaggle of ghosts, "You see my dear, there is quite the hierarchy here."
"I don't understand," Laura said quietly.
"I know, honey," Mom smiled warmly. "This must all be very confusing."
"Yes, I have no idea what's going on," Laura confessed.
"Miranda is my submissive, and also Curtis's wife," Mom explained.
"That is so fucked up," Laura finally objected bluntly.
"Language, dear," Aunt Elizabeth scolded her mildly.
"You knew about this?" Laura asked, glaring at her mom.
"Not at first," Auntie answered.
"No judging, please," Mom said mildly. "I'm not judging you for what you did with Miranda last night."
"How on earth would you know about that?" Laura asked, shocked.
"We all set you up and watched your seduction on a webcam," Mom answered, still as serene as a still, mountain pond.
"Excuse me?" Laura asked.
"Our family is a bit unorthodox," Mom explained without explaining anything.
"Yeah tell me something I don't know," Laura blurted sarcastically.
"I should have said extremely unorthodox," Mom corrected herself, looking at me.
"What do you mean?" Laura asked, confused.
"May I be blunt?" Mom asked.
"This is taking forever, I'm cutting to the chase," Nana interrupted, sighing heavily, before letting all the cats out of the bag: "Laura, the long and short of it is that we all fuck each other. Every single one of us is fucking every single one of the rest of us. End of story."
"WHAT?" Laura shouted hysterically. I thought she was taking it very well: at least her head hadn't exploded.
Laura's next phase turned out to be quiet hysteria. She sat there twitching for a while as Nana raised a finger in the air to regain her attention, and we all waited patiently for Laura to simmer down enough so she was able to give it to her.
After a couple of minutes Nana had regained her pupil's attention and she continued, "To elaborate, dear granddaughter, we eat each other's cunts, we suck Curtis's cock and we fuck each other with strap-ons and welcome our Master's cock in both holes."
Auntie added, "All three sometimes."
Mom fished out my cock as we listened, stroking it unnecessarily since it was already hard and ready for action. It still felt nice, though.
"Sorry... yes, all three," Nana corrected herself before snapping her fingers and pointing first to my Aunt Elizabeth and then to underneath the table.
"Yes, Mommy," Auntie responded, glancing at her daughter before sliding down to the eager-beaver-land under the table.
"No fucking way!" Laura gasped loudly.
"As you can see, we're a very close family," Mom added, as she stood up to reveal she was now bottomless, then still facing Laura, sat down onto my cock and began riding me while her niece watched unbelievingly.
"You fuck your own son?" Laura demanded incredulously.
"We all do, Curtis's cock is wonderful!" Mom moaned as she rode me.
"No way," Laura repeated, her volume now greatly diminished.
"You see, Curtis is Master to us all," Mom explained, revealing the keystone to the full hierarchy.
"This is so fucked up," Laura said.
"Incest goes back for centuries," Mom said.
"It's illegal," Laura pointed out.
"We're all adults," Miranda, relieved for now from her eager beaver duties with Mom, re-entered the conversation, her face slightly glistening as she sat back on her chair, redirecting her pet.
"But...." Laura began.
"Pet Laura, it's time for you to crawl under the table and lick your aunt's cunt while she fucks her son's lovely big cock," Miranda ordered.
"But he's your husband!" Laura continued arguing even though she knew she'd already lost.
"I share everything with my husband," Miranda shrugged, "especially my dear Mistress Alexis, and now my newest submissive pet as well."
"This is so crazy," Laura said, even though she wasn't walking away... or climbing down under the table.
"I thought I was supposed to get first dibs on our new slut," Aunt Elizabeth called out from under the table.
"Mom! You want me too?" Laura called back, not just exasperated, but flabbergasted!
"She's my slut," Miranda pointed out. "I'll loan her to whomever I please."
"Fine," Auntie sighed, "but she is the bottom feeder now, not me."
"Right now Laura, do as you're told," Miranda ordered.
"You're ordering me to commit incest?" Laura questioned.
"Firstly, yes, I am. Secondly, you've already decided you want to do it," Miranda said.
"How so?"
"You haven't been tied to your chair and you're still here," Miranda pointed out, "plus, I'll bet your teen twat is soaking wet."
After a pause to think for a moment before accepting she'd been landed hook, line and sinker and there was no longer any point in floundering around. She relaxed and looked back at Miranda. She shrugged, "Mistress, my teen twat is always wet."
"Good to know," Miranda smiled, before repeating her order, "now go lick your aunt's tasty twat."
"I still I can't believe I'm doing this," Laura said dazedly, as I watched her climb down off her chair so she could crawl to me under the table. I couldn't see her anymore, but I heard her gasp as she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Curtis, what a whopper!!"
"Thanks," I laughed, as she was assuredly staring at my cock for the first time.
