A good old fashioned southern orgy

Sisters decide dad and his brother are fair game then mum finds out. All participants are over the age of consent in the reader’s jurisdiction

The humid air clung to my bare thighs as I adjusted the hem of my micro-shorts, fabric so insubstantial it felt like a thought against my skin. Jane bounced beside me on the porch swing, her knickers flashing neon pink against sunburned skin. "Daddy's truck!" she squealed, kicking her legs high enough to show the damp cotton clinging between her legs. "Uncle Tom's with him!"

I watched them approach—Dad's thick forearms resting on the steering wheel, Uncle Tom's lazy grin as he scanned the lawn. My pulse quickened beneath the flimsy lace of my camisole. “Perfect.” Jane's sticky fingers dug into my arm. "Remember the plan?" she whispered, breath hot against my ear.

I nodded, sliding off the swing before the truck even stopped. The gravel bit into my bare feet, but I swayed my hips anyway, letting my shorts ride up until the curve of my ass met the humid air. Dad’s door creaked open. His eyes dropped instantly—down my legs, over the swell of my chest where my top gaped. "Jesus, Susan," he muttered, voice tight. "Put some damn clothes on."

Uncle Tom didn’t pretend to look away. His stare crawled over me like sweat, lingering where my shorts vanished between my thighs. Jane skipped past me, her sundress fluttering high as she threw her arms around Dad’s waist. "Missed you!" she chirped, pressing her cheek against his belt buckle. Her hand slid lower, fingers brushing the fly of his jeans. Dad flinched, grabbing her shoulders. "Easy, kiddo."

I stepped closer to Uncle Tom, close enough to smell the beer on his breath. "Help me with the cooler?" I asked, tilting my head so my hair brushed his arm. He swallowed hard, gaze fixed on the damp patch where my nipples pressed against thin lace. "Yeah," he rasped. "Sure." His knuckles grazed my hip as he reached for the cooler handle—a touch too slow, too deliberate. Heat pooled low in my belly.

Inside, the air conditioning prickled my skin. Jane giggled, pulling Dad toward the kitchen. "Thirsty!" she announced, dragging him by the hand. I led Uncle Tom to the living room, bending deep over the coffee table to arrange beer cans. Behind me, his breathing hitched. Fabric rustled. When I straightened, his jeans were tented, straining. "Forgot the ice," I whispered, biting my lip. "Basement’s dark. Scared to go alone." His hand settled on the small of my back, fingers slipping under my waistband. "I’ll protect you," he breathed. Downstairs, Jane’s voice drifted faintly—"Daddy, your zipper’s stuck..."

The basement smelled of damp concrete and old laundry. Uncle Tom crowded me against the freezer, his calloused palm sliding up my thigh. "You tease men," he accused, rough voice thick. "Flashing that sweet little ass." I arched into him, grinding against the hard bulge. "Not teasing," I gasped, guiding his hand under my shorts. His fingers found my wet cotton knickers, rubbing slow circles. "Christ," he groaned. "You’re soaked.".

Jane knelt between Dad’s legs on the basement floor. His jeans were unbuttoned, her small hand disappearing inside. "Just helping," she chirped, blinking innocently. Dad gripped the counter edge, knuckles white. Sweat beaded his temples. I tugged Uncle Tom’s hand from my shorts, sauntering past them. "Hot in here," I sighed, peeling off my camisole. My bare breasts tightened in the cool air. Uncle Tom’s gaze locked onto my pink nipples. "Susan—" he choked out.

Jane tugged dads zipper down. "Shhh," she cooed, freeing his thick cock. It sprang against her cheek. Uncle Tom groaned behind me, grinding his erection against my ass. Jane leaned forward, tiny pink tongue darting out to lick Dad’s tip. He shuddered violently. "Jane, no—" But her mouth opened wide, swallowing him halfway. His protest died in a guttural moan. I reached back, unzipping Uncle Tom’s jeans. His cock slapped hot against my palm. "Daddy’s watching," I whispered, stroking him slowly. "Want him to see how good I make you feel?"

Dad’s eyes were glazed, fixed on Jane’s bobbing head. Her lips stretched obscenely around his shaft. Drool slicked her chin. Uncle Tom’s fingers dug into my hips as I pumped him. "Fuck," he hissed. "Your sister’s a natural." I glanced over my shoulder. "She practiced." Jane pulled off with a wet pop. "Your turn, Susie," she chirped, wiping her mouth. Dad’s cock glistened, twitching against his belly. Jane scrambled up, grabbing my wrist. "Make Daddy feel good too."

I knelt before Dad, the linoleum cold under my knees. His scent—sweat and musk—filled my nose. Jane knelt beside me, nuzzling his thigh. "Together?" she breathed. I nodded, leaning in. My tongue traced the thick vein beneath his shaft. Jane licked his balls. Dad gasped, hips jerking. "Girls… too much…" Uncle Tom gripped my hair, forcing my mouth onto Dad’s cock. I gagged as it hit my throat. Jane giggled, swirling her tongue around the base. "Daddy tastes salty!"

Uncle Tom thrust against my face, his cock sliding wetly over my cheek. "Suck him deep," he growled. I obeyed, hollowing my cheeks. Dad’s fingers tangled in my hair, pushing me down. Jane sucked his balls greedily. Above us, Uncle Tom unbuttoned his shirt, eyes dark with hunger. "Stand up," he ordered Jane. She obeyed instantly. He spun her around, hiking her sundress up. Her bare ass pressed against his jeans. "Spread her," he told me. I pulled Jane’s cheeks apart, exposing her tiny pink hole. Uncle Tom spat thickly onto his fingers. Jane whimpered as he rubbed her tight opening. "Ready?" he rasped. Jane nodded frantically. "Yes! Please!" Dad groaned, watching his brother’s finger sink into his youngest daughter.

Jane cried out—sharp, high—as Uncle Tom worked his finger deeper. "Hurts!" she gasped, but rocked back against him. Dad’s cock pulsed against my tongue. "Easy, Tommy," he warned, voice strained. Uncle Tom laughed, adding a second finger. Jane’s knees buckled. I caught her, licking Dad’s shaft while guiding her hips onto Uncle Tom’s thrusting hand. "She’s so tight," Uncle Tom breathed. "Gonna wreck her." Jane’s eyes rolled back. "More!" she begged. I slid my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit through soaked cotton. Dad’s gaze snapped to my fingers. "Christ," he choked out. "Look at her."

Uncle Tom withdrew his fingers, glistening. He unbuckled his belt. "Hold her steady." I gripped Jane’s hips as he pressed his thick cockhead against her tiny hole. She screamed when he pushed inside—a raw, shattered sound. Dad shuddered, spilling hot cum across my chin. Uncle Tom drove deeper, Jane’s body stretching obscenely around him. "Fuck!" he grunted, slamming her against the counter. Jane sobbed, her small hands scrabbling at the linoleum. "Hurts!" she wailed. I leaned close, whispering: "You wanted this." She nodded tearfully, pushing back against him. "Harder!"

Dad watched, slack-jawed, as Uncle Tom pounded Jane. Her dress bunched around her waist, her pert breasts bouncing. I crawled onto Dad’s lap, grinding against his softening cock. "My turn," I breathed, guiding him inside me. He gasped—my tightness, my heat. Jane’s cries filled the kitchen as Uncle Tom slammed into her. "Take it!" he snarled. "Take your uncle’s cock!" Jane’s eyes met mine. "Susie!" she whimpered. I reached out, pinching her nipple hard. "Come for him," I ordered. Her body clenched. Uncle Tom roared, thrusting deep. Jane’s scream cut off as he flooded her. Dad groaned beneath me, filling me again. The air reeked of sweat and sex. Jane collapsed, trembling. Uncle Tom pulled out, cum dripping down her thighs. Dad’s hands tightened on my hips. "Ride me," he rasped. I obeyed, moving faster. Outside, thunder rumbled. The storm was just beginning.

Jane crawled to me, licking Dad’s cum off my stomach. "Tastes like you," she giggled. Uncle Tom hauled her up, pressing her against the fridge. "Still hungry?" he growled. Jane nodded eagerly, sucking his fingers clean. Dad gripped my ass, plunging deeper. "Christ, you’re tight," he groaned. Lightning flashed. Jane moaned as Uncle Tom lifted her legs around his waist. "Show Daddy," I gasped, arching back. Dad’s thumb found my clit. Jane cried out when Uncle Tom entered her again—wet, sloppy thrusts. "Harder!" she begged. Rain lashed the windows. I came hard, clenching around Dad’s cock. He shuddered, spilling inside me. Jane’s eyes rolled back as Uncle Tom came with a grunt. Silence, except for our panting. Jane slid down, wincing. "Burns," she whispered, touching herself. Uncle Tom smirked. "You’ll get used to it." Dad pulled me close, kissing my neck. "My girls," he murmured. Jane limped over, curling against him. "Love you, Daddy," she sighed. Uncle Tom traced my spine. "Basement’s cooler," he suggested. Jane perked up. "Race you!" She darted off, bare feet slapping linoleum. Dad’s hand slid between my legs. "Round two?" he breathed. I smiled. "Always." Thunder cracked overhead. The night was young.

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Jane sprawled on the dusty sofa, legs spread wide. "Look," she whispered, fingers parting her swollen lips. Uncle Tom knelt, tongue darting out. Dad pinned me against the washing machine, his cock already hard again. "Watch them," he ordered, thrusting into me. Jane’s gasps filled the cramped space—high, broken sounds as Uncle Tom devoured her. "He’s licking my bum!" she squealed. I moaned, grinding back on Dad. "Faster," I begged. Jane arched, crying out as Uncle Tom’s tongue probed deeper. "Feels funny!" Dad’s fingers dug into my hips. "Take it all," he growled. The machine vibrated against my back. Jane scrambled up suddenly. "My turn with Daddy!" She shoved between us, small hands guiding Dad’s cock into her tightness. "Slow!" she yelped. Uncle Tom gripped my hair, shoving me to my knees. "Suck me clean," he demanded. I obeyed, tasting Jane on him. Dad groaned above us, Jane’s hips jerking against his. "Good girl," he murmured. Jane beamed. "Always am." The storm raged on.

Footsteps pounded down the stairs. The basement door flew open. Mom stood frozen, grocery bags slipping from her hands. Apples rolled across the concrete. Her eyes darted—Jane impaled on Dad’s cock, Uncle Tom’s shaft stretching my lips, our naked bodies glistening under the bare bulb. "Dave?" Her voice cracked. "What in God’s name—" Jane giggled, grinding deeper onto Dad. "Daddy’s making me feel good!" Mom’s face drained of color. "Get off her!" she shrieked. Dad didn’t move. Uncle Tom smirked. "Join us, Pauline." Mom’s knuckles whitened. Her gaze swept the room—her husband buried in her youngest, her brother’s cock in her eldest’s mouth. Something snapped. Her eyes went flat. Dead. "Boys!" she yelled up the stairs. "Tommy! Jake! Kitchen. Now." She turned without another word, climbing back up. Jane whimpered as Dad pulled out. "But—" "Quiet," he snapped. We followed, sticky and bare.

In the kitchen, my twin brothers—both lean and golden like young deer—shifted nervously. Tommy scratched his mosquito bite. Jake eyed Mom’s trembling hands. "What’s wrong?" Tommy asked. Mom didn’t look at us. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, methodically. The silk slid down her shoulders. "Your father," she said, voice icy calm, "is fucking your sisters." Jake’s jaw dropped. Tommy flushed crimson. Mom’s bra hit the floor. Her breasts swayed—full, nipples tight. "So." She grabbed Jake’s wrist, pressing his hand against her mound. "You’ll fuck me instead." Jake tried to pull back. "Mom—" "NOW." She shoved him against the table, hiking her skirt up. No knickers. Tommy stared, frozen, as Mom guided Jake’s cock to her wet slit. "Watch your brother," she ordered Tommy. "Learn." Jake gasped as she sank onto him. "Oh God—" Mom rode him hard, nails raking his chest. Her eyes locked on Dad’s horrified face. "Like this, Dave?" she panted. "Like watching *your* sons?"

Tommy’s cock strained against his shorts. Mom reached back without looking, ripping the fabric. "Your turn." She pulled Jake out, shoving Tommy onto the table. "Lick me clean first." Tommy hesitated, then buried his face between her legs. Jake watched, stroking himself. Mom’s head fell back. "Yes… taste your brother." Dad stepped forward. "Pauline, stop—" Uncle Tom blocked him. "Let her." Mom moaned, grinding on Tommy’s tongue. "Deeper." Her fingers tangled in his hair. "Swallow it all." When she finally pulled away, her thighs glistened. She mounted Tommy, impaling herself with a sharp cry. Jake’s hand crept between his legs. Mom grabbed his wrist. "Touch yourself," she commanded. "While I ride your brother." Jake obeyed, eyes wide. Mom’s hips pistoned. Tommy whimpered beneath her. "Come inside me," she demanded. "Both of you." The room filled with wet slaps and ragged breaths. Dad watched, pale and silent, as his wife took his sons. Jane squeezed my hand. "Mommy’s angry," she whispered. I smiled. "But she’s having fun."

Mom collapsed onto Tommy, her chest heaving. Jake spilled across his stomach. She crawled to Dad, pressing her sticky lips to his. "Your turn," she hissed. Dad flinched. "Pauline—" "Now." She shoved him onto a chair, straddling him. Her breasts swayed inches from his face. "Suck them." Dad obeyed numbly. Mom rocked against him. "Harder." Her nails scraped his scalp. Uncle Tom pushed Jane toward Jake. "Play with your brother." Jane giggled, climbing onto Jake’s lap. "Make me feel good!" Jake hesitated, then slid a finger inside her. Jane gasped. "Like Daddy does!" Tommy watched, stroking himself again. Mom’s moans grew louder. "Fuck me, Dave!" She slammed down, taking him deep. "You like my sons’ leftovers?" Dad groaned, eyes squeezed shut. Jane guided Jake’s cock to her entrance. "Slow," she whispered. He trembled as he pushed inside. Tommy moved behind me, hands sliding over my hips. "Your turn," he breathed. I arched back, guiding him into my wetness. "Hard," I whispered. He obeyed. The kitchen became a chorus of gasps and skin.

Mom came first—a shuddering cry as Dad spilled inside her. She climbed off, dripping. "Tommy." Her voice was raw. "Finish in your sister." Tommy thrust harder, grunting as he filled me. Jake froze above Jane. "I’m—" "Inside," Mom ordered. He obeyed, collapsing onto her. Jane sighed. "Warm." Mom surveyed the room—her sons panting, her daughters slick with seed, her husband limp in the chair. She walked to Uncle Tom, cupping his erection. "You’re next." She sank to her knees. "Clean me up." Her tongue swirled over his shaft, licking away our mess. Dad watched, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Mom sucked deep, eyes locked on his. "Still hungry?" she murmured around Tom’s cock. Thunder shook the house. Rain blurred the windows. Jane crawled to Mom, nuzzling her thigh. "Can we do this every night?" Mom pulled off Tom with a wet pop. "Yes," she said softly. Her fingers traced Jane’s cheek. "Every night." The storm outside mirrored the chaos within—relentless, consuming, and far from over