Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“Ohhhhh, that’s it,” he said.

“Wow Dad, you practically hit the wall from here,” Austin said. He took his own dong out of Lexi, despite her protests. He jerked himself quickly and his own orgasm overtook him. The tall brunette felt her back spattered warm with her brother’s seed.

“Oh man, I wasn’t even halfway to where you got,” Austin said.

“But look at how much more you made,” James said, “you practically painted our little Lexi.”

Both men reached down to help the girls stand. Everyone started getting dressed.

“That was awesome, Daddy,” Molly said. She kissed his cheek and skipped off to the kitchen.

“You owe me another load,” Lexi said, “In the right place next time.” She kissed her brother’s cheek and followed her younger sister out.

Both men pulled up their pants. James put his hand on Austin’s shoulder.

“It’s a good life isn’t it, son?” he said. Austin had to agree that it was.

*

Lexi and Austin lay naked together in his tiny single bed. There wasn’t much room, and they were wrapped around each other. It had become a new tradition for them, ever since they’d cuddled after anal sex with Molly in the shower. They didn’t do anything dirty (not always in any case), they just enjoyed the feeling of being this close, this intimate. Austin had tried doing the same with his Mom, but she’d been totally uninterested.

There was a knock on the door and Molly came in. She was completely bare, as well. Huge white spatters ran across her ample chest. Her face was flushed, and she was grinning dopily.

“Mom doesn’t like it when I stay with them,” Molly said, “Room for one more in here?”

“On this tiny bed?” Lexi asked.

“And covered in Dad’s stuff?” Austin asked.

“Lexi likes his stuff,” Molly said, “Also my bed is big enough for all three of us.”

The three siblings decamped to Molly’s room and climbed on top of her covers. Austin on one side, Molly on the other, Lexi in the middle. The tall brunette took turns running her hands down Austin’s defined chest, then switching to Molly’s massive breasts.

“Are we going to hell?” Molly asked out of nowhere.

“Wait, what?” Austin asked. He rolled over to his side so he could answer his younger sibling properly.

“What we’re doing. Fucking each other. It’s wrong, right?” Molly asked.

“Are you having fun?” Lexi asked.

“Fuck yeah,” Molly said.

“Is anyone getting hurt? Is anything going wrong because of what we’re doing?” Lexi asked. She started stroking her sister’s hair, lovingly.

“Well, Austin lost his job,” Molly said.

“I keep telling you that was my own doing,” Austin said, “Trust me. What Lexi’s saying is, are there any direct consequences from us all having sex?”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“No,” Molly said, “I don’t think so.”

“Then it’s not wrong,” Lexi said.

“But the bible says that we’re not supposed to do this,” Molly said, “Incest, I mean.”

“I’m pretty sure the bible says we’re not supposed to have sex, period,” Austin said.

“Or use the bathroom,” Lexi said.

“Seriously guys,” Molly said. She sat up. Brother and sister stared at her massive chest, still covered with crusty cum. “I mean it. Even with consent and no consequences, what we’re all doing is wrong, right? It’s like, morally twisted. What happens if we really do get punished for this. Like, am I going to have to explain to the Almighty why I had sex with my Dad? My brother and sister?”

“You’re giving other people pleasure,” Austin said, “I don’t think God’s going to be angry at you for doing that.”

“But it’s still wrong, Austin,” Molly said, “If the police came here tomorrow, I mean… Maybe it’s not illegal? But it’s certainly a sin. Right?”

“No,” Lexi said, “Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t think anyone knows. That’s the point. We try to be our best selves, what more can we be? We’re doing something we love; that we’re passionate about. That makes other people happy. It’s a weird, twisted happiness, but still. I mean, there are billion-dollar movies about killing people. Is that really so much worse than sex?”

“Maybe if we stop sometime in the future it’ll be OK,” Molly said, “Just wipe out everything we’re doing here and make it OK. Or maybe God will understand. Like, we didn’t want to start this and maybe God gets it and forgives us.”

“Or maybe there is no God,” Lexi said, “No eternal judgement. And life keeps moving on without us.”

“I’d rather go to hell than have nothing,” Austin said. “The thought of everything ending? My consciousness gone forever? That scares the crap out of me. I’ll take infinite burning fire over that.”

“That’s messed up,” Lexi said.

“I worry that everything we’re doing is wrong,” Molly said, “That it’s breaking us in ways we can’t see. And someday, something will happen, and I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting this choice. Wishing I could go back and undo it all.”

“So, you’re going to stop having sex with us?” Lexi asked.

“No,” Molly said, pouty. “I don’t want it to stop. I want to keep doing this. Maybe forever. But sometimes I wonder if I need to stop. There are plenty of people with drinking problems who ought to quit but are planning on doing it forever. Plenty of rapists and murderers who think that what they did was right.”

“You’re not doing those things,” Lexi said.

“No,” Molly said, “But sometimes I feel like I’m doing something just as bad, only in a more insidious way. That my whole life will be taken away because I couldn’t stop doing something that in my heart, I know is wrong. That I need to go out and find a normal boyfriend and have a normal life with a normal family.”

“But you won’t,” Austin said.

“Probably not,” Molly said, “I like this too much. And so, sometimes, I wonder if that means I’m going to hell.”

“I don’t know,” Lexi said.

“Maybe,” Austin said. He shrugged.

“You guys suck,” Molly said. Her siblings sat up and hugged her, tightly. Lexi kissed her cheek. Austin cupped her boob. He knew it wasn’t supportive, but he didn’t care.

“Maybe you’re right,” Lexi said, “We have to try to be our best selves. And if that includes what we’re doing now, then I guess that’s the stain on our souls. I still think there are worse ones. No one gets out of this life without taking a hit. Everyone gets scars. Pretending that we have to be perfect is silly. I don’t know — I think I’d rather be flawed and happy than ‘good.’ At least that’s what I’m going with right now.”