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Kay Bellswick had been good-looking when Ethan was young, a sultry and elegant teen, seductive and mature for her age, despite being only a couple of years older than her sister Melissa.
Melissa had had no difficulty in understanding why her husband had fantasised about raping Kay, and when her husband had used hidden cameras to obtain footage of Kay showering and pissing in their house, Melissa had found those images undeniably erotic even before her husband had trained her to sexually fixate on them, burying them in her mind so deeply that even today her mind would sometimes turn to fantasies of raping Kay when she neared the climax of her masturbation.
She still had that footage somewhere, and considered it a blessing that her son Ethan had not yet found it.
18 years had not dimmed Kay’s beauty, but rather enhanced it. Her breasts had grown a little, her hips had more curve. She could afford nicer clothes now, and her hair was longer and had a deeper luster to it. But most of all she had a confidence now that she had only aspired to as a teen – a confidence that commanded attention. Ethan’s father would have delighted in beating that confidence out of Kay, Melissa knew, if he had ever had the chance.
As Melissa opened the front door of her house and saw her sister standing there, beautiful in a red evening dress and high heels, she felt her cunt throb with sudden, urgent, slutty need, and her nipples harden to diamonds. For 18 years she had been unable to think of her sister without imagining her nude, being raped by her husband, or with her tongue between Melissa’s thighs. And now Kay was here in the flesh.
A wave of deja vu washed through Melissa. It was just like old times. Here she was, welcoming her sister into her house. Her cunt was wet and there was wet sperm on her tits, barely hidden by her dress. She was going to secretly feed a man’s cum to Kay, and they were going to spy on her in the toilet and shower. A man – her son – was making Melissa do all this, and she was going to obey, and be humiliated, and her cunt would be wet throughout. History was repeating itself.
“Hi, sis!” say Kay enthusiastically. “Long time no see!” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Melissa before Melissa could react.
Melissa felt Ethan’s cum squish between her dress and her tits, as Kay’s breasts pressed against her own. Her face was in Kay’s hair. She breathed in her sister’s perfume – an intoxicating scent – and couldn’t help but make a small, quiet, slutty moan. She held perfectly still, knowing that if she allowed herself any movement she might well find herself humping her wet cunt against her sister’s leg, or kissing her sister on the lips, her tongue forcing itself into Kay’s mouth…
She gasped as Kay pulled away. Her sister’s attention was turned to one side.
“And this must be Ethan!” Kay exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, look at you, kid! You’re a man now!”
Ethan was standing nearby, grinning like he owned the world. He was staring unabashedly at Kay’s tits. “It’s a pleasure to properly meet you, Aunt Kay,” he said.
Stop staring at her breasts, you little shit, thought Melissa to herself – and then a sudden panic, at how Ethan would react to that thought, even though he she hadn’t said it out loud. I mean, it might be best to be subtle, sir, she corrected herself in her mind.
It didn’t occur to her that she, too, was staring at Kay’s tits, with part of her brain imagining what they might look like unclothed, what it might feel like to suck on Kay’s nipples, how pleasurable it might be to see a man – Ethan, perhaps – spank them with his hand, or whip them with a leather belt, while Kay cried and begged for mercy…
“Why don’t you come in and sit at the table, Kay?” said Melissa. “Dinner’s almost ready. We’re having pasta.”
“That sounds amazing,” said Kay. “You’ve always been a great cook – even when you were back with…” – she paused, and looked at Ethan – “… you know who.”
Melissa laughed awkwardly. “Ethan’s father?” she said. “You can talk about him, it’s okay.”
Ethan was still smiling. “I hear my father liked you, Aunt Kay,” he said.
“Yeah?” asked Kay. “Well, I’m sorry to say it, but I didn’t like him, kid. He was an ass to your mother and I don’t think he would have made a good dad to you, even if he hadn’t abandoned you.”
Ethan shrugged. “Let me show you the dining room,” he said, and escorted his aunt to the table.
Melissa hurried away to the kitchen. She *was* a good cook – but then, at all those dinners during her relatively short relationship with Ethan’s father, Kay had never really eaten Melissa’s best food. Everything Melissa had fed her sister had been secretly seasoned with her partner’s sperm.
Apparently Kay had enjoyed it, though.
The dinner was practically ready to serve. The pasta was done, and Melissa drained it. Then she took the creamy sauce off the stove, and poured a little into a smaller bowl. She took out the condoms of Ethan’s cum from where she had stored them in the cupboard, and then tipped each of them into this smaller bowl. Without thinking, she licked the inside of the condoms clean, and then licked off her fingers as well, before discarding the condoms in the bin. She stirred her son’s sperm into the smaller sauce bowl, and then poured it over Kay’s pasta, before using the un-tainted remainder of the sauce to prepare meals for herself and Ethan.
She stared at the bowls. Was she really going to feed cum to her sister, on her son’s orders, just as she had once done for Ethan’s father? Would she betray and degrade Kay because she was too weak to stand up to her own son?
Her hand drifted to her pussy, as it so often did these days, to check that it was wet. If it wasn’t wet, and Ethan discovered it, she would be punished. She wasn’t wearing panties, so it was easy to lift her skirt and finger her twat – but she needn’t have worried. She was soaking wet. Her fingers came away slippery with cunt-slime, and once again she absently licked her fingers clean, not even realising that she was doing it.
Yes, she would do this. It wasn’t Ethan’s fault. It was his father’s fault. Melissa had been trained to be sexually aroused by exploiting and degrading her sister. She couldn’t help it now. Her cunt *wanted* her to do this, even as her head told her it was wrong.
She took the plates out to the table, and served them, careful to place the cum-tainted meal in front of her sister. She also poured her sister a tall glass of red cordial, noting Ethan’s instruction that they were to make sure Kay had reason to use the toilet.
Then she took her seat at the table.
“So what do you do these days, Aunt Kay?” asked Ethan.
“Well, I teach,” said Kay. “I lecture in mathematics at Ederborough University. It’s not the world’s greatest pay, but it’s enough, and I get to shape the minds of the next generation of mathematicians.”
Melissa felt a sour squirming in her gut. She herself had been forced to drop out of school due to her pregnancy, and had never graduated. Whereas Kay had finished, earned a scholarship, and gone on to a doctorate in maths. She wondered what would have happened to Kay if someone had put a baby in *her* belly when she was still a teenager.
“Mm,” said Ethan, with a mouthful of pasta. “This is amazing. Don’t you think, Aunt Kay?”
Kay brought a mouthful of the sperm-sauced meal to her mouth.
Melissa abruptly remembered that she was supposed to masturbate whenever she saw her sister eat her son’s sperm. Her left hand discreetly vanished under the table, pulling up her skirt, so she could rub her cunt as she watched Ethan’s cum go into Kay’s mouth.
Kay’s eyes lit up as she tasted the sauce. She swallowed, and said, “You’re right! It’s good!” She looked at Melissa with warm eyes. “Always the master chef. Thank you for cooking, sis.”
“You’re welcome,” said Melissa, still rubbing her clit beneath the table.
Kay’s eyes went back to Ethan, and her brow furrowed. Ethan had his phone out, and was looking at something on the screen.
“Ethan, do you really use your phone at the table?” asked Kay. “It’s bad manners. Don’t you want to put it away?”
“I don’t know,” said Ethan. “Let’s ask mom.” He showed his phone screen to Melissa. “Should I stop looking at this, mom?”
The image on the screen was Melissa’s cunt, showing it being masturbated by her hand. Ethan had placed one of his tiny cameras under the table, aimed at Melissa’s groin, and he was watching her finger herself.
She had to fight the urge to jerk her knees closed, or slap the phone out of Ethan’s hand, or admonish him. All of those would have revealed to Kay what was happening.
It was also out of the question to tell Ethan he couldn’t use the phone. He wouldn’t like that. He would find a way to punish her.
“No, it’s okay,” she said, in a faltering voice. “Kids these days are different to when we were young. Let him use it, it’s not hurting anyone.”
Kay shrugged. “He’s your kid, whatever,” she said – and ate another mouthful of pasta.
Melissa dipped her fingers into her pussy, uncomfortably aware that Ethan was watching her do it in intimate detail.
After a while, Kay shifted, and said, “Do you mind if I use the facilities quickly?”
Ethan smiled. “Down the hall, first door on the left,” he said.
Kay rose, and headed for the toilet.
Immediately, Ethan put his phone in front of Melissa. It was no longer showing her cunt – instead it was a feed from the cameras in the toilet.
“Masturbate,” he told her.
And Melissa stared at it, and did as she was told. She watched as Kay entered the bathroom, and closed the door. She watched as her sister lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, to reveal her perfect cunt – shaved, which she knew Ethan would like. And she furiously fingered her own cunt as she watched her sister piss.
By the time Kay was done, Melissa felt spacy, close to orgasm, lost in a haze of lust. She passed the phone back to Ethan and continued to rub her clit beneath the table, eager to cum,
“Your sister deserves this,” said Ethan. “Say it.”
Kay wasn’t quite back at the table yet – still exiting the toilet, up the hallway.
“Kay deserves this,” whispered Melissa. Her cunt was so wet, surely Kay would be able to smell it.
“And you deserve this,” said Ethan.
“Yes,” breathed Melissa. “I deserve this.”
And she didn’t know if she meant that she deserved to be dominated and humiliated, because she was a slut. Or that she deserved the pleasure of masturbating to her sister’s naked body, because she had been well-behaved. Either way, it was true.
“Good girl,” said Ethan – in exactly the same tone that his father had once said it. “Now, don’t take too long with the next stage, bitch. I want to see my aunt’s tits.” He laughed. “And I think you do too.”
It was true. She did.
Kay returned to the table, sat, and ate another mouthful of the pasta-and-sperm on her plate. She smiled.
“Sorry about that,” she said. “Now – where were we?”
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