My name is Jack Olsen. I'm not quite sure why I am writing this down. Maybe it's just to keep myself from going crazy. I still can't believe how my life has turned out, and most people would never believe how I live, even if I told them - which I would never dare to do. But Sarah is the only one who can really explain our family 'traditions,' and, well... she will only talk honestly about it to other blood-related family members. So anyway, here is my story. For me, my life changed completely during the summer when I turned 14...
I'll never forget the summer of 2008. My sisters and I were heading home from summer camp. Our mother insisted on sending us to camp every summer, for two whole weeks. I think she did it to get us out of the house, and have dad all to herself, so she could convince him to take her out for dinner more often, when it was just the two of them.
I had just turned 14, and I was really looking forward to becoming a high school freshman in a few more weeks. The football coach at the high school in our neighborhood was already quite interested in me as a prospect for the team. I guess I was a good looking boy, strongly resembling my father, and I was muscular for my age. I had dark brown hair, worn relatively short, which went well with my lightly tanned complexion and dark brown eyes. But even though I was a nice, good looking guy, I didn't have a girlfriend yet. I guess I was also pretty shy and nerdy in middle school - kind of a typical gamer geek and anime fan. At least I didn't also have to wear glasses! I got nearly straight A's in my classes, but I hadn't even gotten to first base yet with a girl. I did like to masturbate though, and I'd seen a fair amount of porn on the internet, and I'd also stashed away a few of my dad's discarded porn magazines to jack off to. But I was still very much a virgin, otherwise.
My two little sisters were in the seat in front of me, playing with their colorful 'Magical Mares' pony dolls. Carrie was 12, and she was a really big fan of that pony cartoon show. She and my other sister have a full set of the twelve pony dolls between them, and most of their accessories. If we didn't live in the suburbs, Carrie would have been the kind of girl who was always begging her parents for a pet pony, or at least for riding lessons. Anna was 10, and she really liked dogs more than horses. She'd tried several times to bring home a stray dog, or a puppy that someone at school was giving away for free. But our mom never let us have any pets, other than stupid goldfish and guppies. She said she had allergies, but I think mom really just didn't want to clean up after a furry pet.
It was hard to imagine that my slender, flat-chested little sisters would one day grow up to be as curvy and sexy as our mom. But they definitely both took after our mother in appearance, with gorgeous auburn hair, and pale, flawless complexions. Carrie's hair was long and straight, like our mom, but Anna wore hers in a short, childish pixie cut. They were both totally cute and innocent, without a care in the world. But they certainly weren't air-headed twits. They both got good grades in school too. We all got along okay. My sisters and I had similar interests - aside from them playing their pretend games with their dolls, and me preferring to play fantasy adventure role-playing games on our computer. So I didn't mind them hanging out with me, and they felt the same way about me.
My family was unremarkable - or at least I thought so. Kind of a typical upper middle class family. My dad was a decent, good looking, well-respected, 36 year old man, who made a pretty good salary. He worked downtown, as a systems analyst for a big corporation, and he was really smart. Sometimes he had to work a lot of overtime at the office, but he also got lots of paid time off to make up for the overtime days, and more vacation time than most people got, to enjoy with us.
My mom was quite pretty and sexy, with long auburn hair that fell to the middle of her back, and big brown eyes. She was 34, and despite having had us three kids, she still had a figure that would make a men's magazine centerfold model jealous. Sometimes I wondered how a regular guy like our dad managed to get her to marry him. But unfortunately, most of the time, our mom also acted like a spoiled bitch. Her widowed father had been a lot better off than my dad, and her father had also doted on his only daughter, and spoiled her rotten. She had never learned how to do cooking or housework or other domestic stuff, and she hated doing those kinds of things herself, because her rich daddy had a cook and a maid to do all that. So mom was constantly insisting on dining out, and expecting my dad to buy her expensive presents, or she was buying expensive jewelry, clothes, and other things for herself. Don't get me wrong though. We all loved mom, and she loved us too. But she was no stereotypical 50's housewife, to be sure.
Fortunately, mom had inherited her father's wealth when her dad died, just a few years before she met my father. So between mom's investment income and dad's work, we certainly had enough money that my mom didn't need to work outside of the home. We lived in a nice enough suburban ranch-style, three bedroom house, with my sisters sharing a bedroom, and me with my own room. We had two nice, but well-used cars, and reasonably new bikes for all five of us. But mom's self-indulgent spending habits didn't leave a lot left over for other luxuries for the rest of us.
As far as I knew, we didn't have any other living relatives at all. My grandparents on both sides were all dead before I was born, and mom and dad had no brothers or sisters. So we didn't have any uncles, aunts or cousins. We kids had our friends at school, and a few friends in our neighborhood, of course. But our family wasn't very religious, nor were they active an any social clubs, so we didn't have many other friends.
Our mom was waiting to pick us up, driving a brand new minivan, which we had never seen before. Yet before we left, I was certain that dad had insisted that we couldn't get a new car any time soon - not even a used car. Mom had to get out and wave to us, before we realized it was her. She seemed quite cheerful, and as we left the parking lot she said, "We have some wonderful surprises for you, darlings! Just wait till we get home!"
To get from the school to our home, we had to drive on an expressway for less than a mile, to cross the river that divided the north end of our town. There was a foot bridge that more directly connected our neighborhood to the one our school was in, and which made it easy for us to walk or ride our bikes to school. But no roads other than that one expressway crossed the river near there. Yet after we got on the expressway, mom went right past the exit for our neighborhood, and kept driving out of town! "Mom? You missed our turn! Where are we going?" I asked.
"Oh, we moved to a new home while you kids were at camp! You're going to love it! Just wait and see!" mom said.
My sisters and I almost exploded with questions, but mom totally ignored us, and kept driving.
We drove for at least 5 more miles, eventually leaving the expressway for a smaller, two-lane county highway. Well outside of the city limits, mom turned off the highway and onto an unmarked, one-lane asphalt road, which passed through a forested area. Two minutes or so later, we went through a locked gate in a high fence, which opened when she pressed the button on small remote control, clipped to the sun visor. After a few minutes more, mom finally parked in front of a huge two-story house, with a small grassy meadow to the left of it, and she had us all get out of the car. "Well kids? What do you think of our new home?" she asked, with a huge grin.
You couldn't hear the light traffic on the county highway at all from here, or see any other houses in any direction, and we hadn't passed any other buildings since we left the highway. Nothing was around us but a dense forest of evergreen trees, surrounding the cleared area the house and meadow was in. As for the house... Wow! It looked sort of like the mansion of some rich dude in a British TV murder mystery. I was glad to at least see a dish of some sort on the roof, presumably for TV service, and hopefully that meant we also had internet access. Mom had parked in front of an attached three-door garage on the right side, and we could see our dad's beat up old car parked in the next open bay of the garage, and all of our bikes neatly parked in a covered bike rack beside the driveway, next to the house.
As we had approached the garage, I saw that on the far side of the house, adjacent to the meadow, there were two large, one-story buildings nearby. The closer one had seemed to be attached to the house by a covered walkway. It had its own 6-space asphalt parking area, which I could still see from here. I was pretty sure there had been a sign over the door, which had been painted over, like some sort of small business had once been set up there. We couldn't see the other building very well as we arrived, but it was bigger, and it looked like the asphalt road that we came in on continued past the right side of the garage, and probably went back to that bigger building.
I could hear a dog barking from somewhere nearby - probably in that attached building on the other side of the house. At least one dog, maybe more. I shook my head and asked, "Mom? How could this be our house? I hear a dog, but we don't have any pets. And this place is way bigger than we could ever afford! Besides, how am I gonna play football in high school, if we move out of the school district?"
"We got a dog? Yay! A doggie!" little Anna squealed happily. She started an endless, sing-song chant of, "We're gonna have a doggie! We're gonna have a doggie!" Carrie grinned and joined her little sister, and they started dancing in a circle and holding each other's hands, while blabbering happily about finally having a pet dog to play with.
Mom ignored my sisters, and tried to answer me over their singing. "This is your aunt Sarah's home, actually. She owns all of this, and she has asked us to move in with her. So we put our house up for sale, and she hired professional movers to get all of our stuff here quickly, while you were away," Mom replied. "Your father also got a promotion, which will allow him to telecommute full time, and work from home. As for your education, I'll be home-schooling the three of you, with help from aunt Sarah, who used to be a school teacher. We'll only need to go into town to go shopping."
"What?" I asked incredulously. "Sarah? Who is she? I never heard of any 'aunt Sarah.' Dad doesn't have any sisters, and neither do you! Isn't that right?"
"She's your great aunt, to be accurate. Your father's aunt. The older and only sister of your paternal grandfather," mom replied. "I've known her for years. She's the person who introduced me to your father, in fact. But she's been married to some really rich guy and living in Europe since about the time you were born. So there wasn't any real reason to talk to you kids about someone you were never likely to meet. Sadly, her husband died two years ago. So she quietly moved back here, and bought this place, to be closer to us. But she didn't tell us she was back, or what her plans were, until you kids were at camp. She's never had any children of her own, you see. And now that she is a widow, and getting on in years, she has tentatively decided to make your father her heir, as her closest surviving blood relative - the only child of her brother. When she passes away, your father could inherit all of this, plus a very sizable fortune. But only if we are all very nice to her, and choose to live here with her."
"Oh! Wow... well, I guess..." was all I could say to that. Besides, mom was already walking away from me and heading for the front door, to lead us all into the house to meet this mysterious aunt.
We stepped into an entry hall that was larger than the biggest room in our old home, with a double grand staircase curving up on each side to a balcony upstairs, and a huge chandelier overhead. We could see our Dad through an archway to the right, in an 'entry parlor' or 'sun room.' He was standing beside a heavy, carved, antique chair that looked just like a throne. Seated in that 'throne' was an old woman who had long, snow white hair, and who must have been at least in her late 70's. Yet she was still relatively attractive, for an such old lady. She had the calm, regal bearing of a queen. I had to fight the urge to bow to her, like some courtier in a historical melodrama. And my sisters did curtsy, though they seemed as surprised as I was that they did that. The old lady's resemblance to our father was clear to see... except for her eyes. They were a really bright green, while all of our relatives that I knew about had brown eyes.
Sarah looked at my sisters, and then at me, and she seemed to see right into my soul. I stood perfectly still, and could hardly take my eyes off her. My sisters seemed equally entranced by her. They calmed down at once, and stood very quietly beside me, with mom standing behind them, resting her hands reassuringly on their shoulders. The look on mom's face almost made me queasy. She was looking at aunt Sarah with utter adoration. Well, given the wealth the old lady was offering us, and mom's 'spoiled princess' personality and spending habits, I figured maybe that was why. Mom would probably look the same way at a big pile of gold coins and jewelry that was being offered to her.
"Kids, this is my aunt Sarah," dad said. "She has graciously invited us to live here, with her. Aunt Sarah, this is our son, Jack, and these are our daughters, Carrie and Anna." Dad looked and sounded pretty normal, but it was clear that he had a healthy respect for the old lady beside him.
"Oh yes! We now shall have so much fun together!" Sarah said. Her voice was compelling and vital, quite unlike the quavering, wheezing voice I would have expected from such an old lady. It was the voice of a confident, strong woman in the prime of her life. But the weird thing was that while I definitely heard her, it was almost like I also heard her voice inside my head! And that strange mind-voice echo effect never went away, whenever I heard her speak. I learned later that everyone in our family hears her voice the same way, but no one else does. After a while, you get used to it, and kind of ignore it. Especially after you've gotten to know her.
"It's such a pleasure to meet you children. Come, let me show you around your new home!" she said happily. She may have been old, but she sure wasn't frail! She stood right up and strode swiftly through the mansion, taking us first up the left side of the grand staircase, to show us our rooms. Even with my long legs, I had trouble keeping up with her. At the top, the two curving staircases converged at a a balcony, with a double-wide hallway leading toward the back of the mansion. There had been a similar wide hallway on the ground floor, beneath that balcony.
"I've given your parents the master bedroom suite, and its attached bath, and they shall use my bedroom furnishings," she said, opening the first door, on the left at the head of the stairs. It was a huge bedroom, with a king-sized, four-poster bed that had a cloth canopy above it, and hanging down behind the headboard. That massive bed must have been a really old antique. It would have looked perfectly normal in a king's castle. I could see my parents' clothes in two huge wardrobe cabinets that were standing open in front of the far wall, and their collection of family pictures and mom's jewelry was on the dresser.
Sarah pointed to the door on the opposite side of the balcony, leaving it closed, and simply saying, "That one is my bedroom. I require that you only enter it when you have been given my permission to do so."
"Fair enough," I replied. I couldn't imagine any reason I would want to go into her bedroom, anyway. We all followed her as she led us down the hallway.
Next, on the right, we came to the open door of an amazing bathroom, which was so large that it had a 4-person hot tub, in addition to a huge, rectangular walk-in shower that was big enough for three people to take a shower in it at once, and with two shower heads, one on each end. There were also four sinks, each with a mirrored medicine cabinet above it, and a huge storage cupboard with towels and other bathroom stuff in it.
Across the hall from the bathroom, she opened a door and said, "This bedroom is for you children, and you'll share the use of the bathroom on the opposite side of the hall, as will I. Your furniture and possessions have all been moved here for you. As you see, it's quite large enough to comfortably accommodate all three of you."
I was in shock. She really expected me to sleep in the same room as my little sisters? I'd had my own room since I was five! Yes, the room was so big that my sisters' furniture all fit on one side of the room, and mine all fit on the other, with nothing crowded together at all. But how was I gonna have any privacy? How were they? The terrifying thought hit me that my parents might have found the porn magazines I had hidden in my closet. "Why can't I have my own room? Aren't there more bedrooms in this big place?" I complained.
"Of course there are. Three of them, each as large as yours here. And one more bathroom on this floor, almost as large as the one we passed, but with a regular bath tub, instead of a hot tub. But the other bedrooms are currently filled with boxes of your family's other possessions, and with the furniture from your old home that wasn't in bedrooms," she replied. "Later, after you have all had time to unpack everything, and to sort out and get rid of what you no longer need to keep, we may be able to give each of you children a room of your own. If, by then, you still desire not to share a bedroom. But for now, I must ask you to humor me, and to put up with these accommodations. I'm sure you'll get accustomed to it in no time at all."
"Yes ma'am," I grumbled.
We went back downstairs. I had to admit, it was a pretty sweet setup. Must have cost her a fortune to buy a place this big, and all the antique furniture and stuff in it. Normal people didn't live like this. At least no one I knew did. This place was like a palace inside. The ground floor rooms all had high ceilings - maybe 14 feet high. Christmas was gonna be great here. We could have the tallest tree I could imagine, in just about any room we wanted to put it in.
There were family portraits all over the place - painted pictures of various ancestors, in fancy gilded frames, with little brass plaques beneath them on the walls, which said who was in each painting, and the year the portrait depicted. Some were apparently hundreds of years old. And yet, most of the people in the paintings seemed to be ordinary folks - not kings or princes or military generals. There were a few quite obviously rich people. But I also saw a country doctor, a farmer, a dock worker, a wet nurse, a veterinarian, a barmaid, and a school teacher... just ordinary people, living ordinary lives, yet carefully painted by a really good artist, like they were someone really special. There were even paintings of our grandparents on both sides, and one of mom and dad, from around when they got married. But no landscapes, or abstract art, and no photographs at all. Just hand-painted portraits.
"Why aren't there any photographs of the more recent people? Isn't it really expensive to get pictures hand painted like this?" I asked.
"Paintings can last for centuries," Sarah replied. "Photographs fade much too quickly, and can go bad in less than a single lifetime. They represent our history, our family bloodline. I want our future generations to know where we came from. It's part of our family legacy. So cost is no object."
She showed us a library with more books than I had ever seen at once in anyone's home. A lot of the books were recent popular fiction, by some of our favorite authors, and there was a section with some of my favorite Japanese manga books and magazines. But there were also lots of reference books and leather-bound antique books. Then she showed us a game room with a full-sized pool table, and several brand new computers, and the very latest models of every brand of game consoles I had ever heard of, with a huge selection of games! And yeah, we definitely had internet access, and a really high speed connection, too. I was still kind of miffed about not getting to play high school football, but I had to admit, I could really enjoy living here.
There was a home office for dad, with a computer already set up in it, and a camera above the monitor for video conferencing. She showed us a comfortably furnished living room, with a big fireplace on one wall, and a huge TV and stereo system on another wall, and an extensive collection of recorded movies and music. There was a room that had obviously been set up as a classroom for us kids, with whiteboards on two walls, and nine student desks and chairs, and laptop computers on the teacher's desk and on the three desks in the front row. I didn't understand why there were so many desks, but she led us to another room before I could ask why.
She had a huge dining room, big enough for fifteen or twenty people to eat all at once, and with another fireplace on one wall. There was a really big kitchen, with every appliance and kitchen gadget that a cook could ever want. There was even a gymnasium at the very back of the mansion, with a full-sized basketball court, a separate exercise room with weight machines, and an indoor running track around the upstairs level! I began to wonder when we would be introduced to a staff of several maids, a butler, and a cook! But aunt Sarah didn't actually seem to have any servants. Maybe that was why she really wanted us to move in with her? So we could all wait on her, hand and foot, for free?
Then she led us through a covered walkway, into the closest nearby building. As I had guessed, part of that building was an enclosed dog kennel. There were three German Shepherds living there, and room for at least seven more. The dogs were loose in an open play area between their gated kennel pens, and they all barked happily at us, and came to greet us.
"The former owner of this estate was a professional veterinarian, who also raised and trained purebred German Shepherds. Obviously, he was also quite wealthy, to afford such a nice mansion. He loved animals, and caring for animals and breeding dogs was much more a hobby for him than an occupation," Sarah said. "The dog with the red leather collar is Duke. He's five years old, and an obedience champion. The other two German Shepherds, with the blue and black collars, are Donner and Blitzen, and they are from the same litter, sired by Duke, and were born here at Christmas, three years ago. They also have their obedience titles, and are also males. They all belonged to the former owner. You may treat them all as your pets. They are very friendly and affectionate."
"YAY! DOGGIES!" Anna shouted. This was like a dream come true for her. Both of my little sisters immediately started playing with the German Shepherds, giggling and laughing and dropping to their knees as the three dogs roughhoused with them and licked their faces.
"There is an enclosed ramp from these kennels to the second floor, and the dogs are used to having the run of the whole house, even in the upstairs bedroom wing. They are very good guard dogs. I need no alarm systems here. No intruder would dare to break into our home, with them patrolling the halls! This veterinary facility also has a full surgery, which I have had adapted to serve for the care of human patients, so medical professionals can come to us, if we, or more to the point, if I, should ever need any medical services. I have suitable professionals under contract, to take care of all of us. Except for dental care, or something as critical as open heart surgery, we need not leave our home even for medical necessities."
After allowing my sisters to enjoy playing with the dogs for a while, Sarah grinned and said, "Oh by the way, we also have a pony in the stables by the meadow, and plenty of room in the stables to add several riding horses."
Carrie's eyes lit up and she squealed, "A PONY? REALLY? Ohmigawd! You have a pony too?" Nothing could have pleased her more. Between the dogs and the pony, both of my sisters were certainly sold on living here!
Sarah laughed and said, "Yes, you do. I bought the pony when I bought this place, as a gift for your family, and especially for you, Carrie!. He's yours! But I waited to acquire some riding horses until I could find out if any of you liked to ride, or would like to learn. I loved to ride when I was younger, but I fear my horseback riding days are mostly behind me now. And I already had all I could handle by myself at my age, taking care of three dogs and a pony. But I do hope you like horses, and that you would like to have me buy some for you. I can teach you how to care for them, and how to ride, and there are beautiful trails here for riding through the woods."
"I LOVE horses! Oh wow! When can we see the pony?" Carrie asked breathlessly.
"Tomorrow, I think. But now, I believe dinner time is drawing near, so I will introduce you to the pony later," Sarah replied. "Hellen? Would you and your lovely daughters please prepare our meal? You know what I would like you to do for dinner tonight. I want to talk to my nephew and to your son in private, for a while."
"Yes ma'am," my mom replied, talking my sisters back into the house with her. I could hardly imagine my mom trying to cook a meal in that fancy kitchen. Like I said, she hated having to cook, and her idea of a good meal was dinner at a fancy restaurant. I really hoped that aunt Sarah could still cook, or that I was wrong about there being no servants.
Once my mom and my sisters were gone, aunt Sarah led father and I back to the library. She looked me over carefully, and then said to my father, "Yes, he's grown up quite well. I shall agree to your suggestion, nephew. If he is willing, Jack shall also be given a chance to inherit directly."
"Wait, what?" I asked in confusion.
"I am quite old, my dear boy," Sarah replied. "Despite my apparent vitality, I doubt that I have more than a few years left, before this old body of mine fails me, regardless of what medical miracles I may be able to afford. I am at peace with my destiny. But all too soon, when I die, all the wealth and power that I possess must be passed on to a new generation. And my true heir must be of my bloodline, and I want them to meet certain... other conditions. Your father is tentatively my heir now, but he has already failed his first attempt to meet the most important one of those conditions. He has only two more chances to succeed. If you freely accept my offer and conditions, you will also be given the same three chances your father was given, to meet that condition, and then you could inherit from me instead. You are an honest young man, by all accounts, and not greedy, is this correct? You love your family? I trust that if you inherit, rather than your father, you would not dream of keeping everything for yourself, but would care for your parents and sisters and other current or future relatives in this area, and provide for all of their needs, just as your father would care for you, your mother and your sisters, if he becomes my heir?"
"Well yes, of course I will care for my family. They mean the world to me," I replied. "But what is this 'condition' you mentioned?"
"I'll get to the details later," Sarah said. "The... condition... unfortunately, is something that you may attempt, but which you have no direct control on the outcome of. If you both agree to try to meet my conditions, of your own free will, your family has a much greater chance of inheriting from me. But if you both fail, or refuse to even try, I doubt that I will live long enough for your branch of the family to be given another chance. I may end up making someone else my heir. In some ways, you are a better choice than your father. In other ways, your potential is yet unproven, while I know your father's capability. You must trust me, my dear. You'll find it a pleasant task to attempt, I promise. Will you try, voluntarily and fully of your own free will, to become my heir?"
"Sure. Why not?" I replied. "Just tell me what I need to do, Ma'am."
Aunt Sarah looked distracted for a moment, as if she had just heard a sound which neither I nor my father could hear - and for an instant, it seemed like her eyes glowed, actually emitting a bright, acid green light. Then she smiled and said, "Ah! I believe dinner should be ready by now. We'll discuss this more at dinner."
Mom and my sisters had prepared a fabulous dinner. I don't know how she managed it, but mom had roasted two whole chickens, prepared hand-made mashed potatoes with gravy - definitely not the soupy instant stuff from a box, or lumpy gravy - and we had also had corn on the cob, and fresh baked rolls, and cold milk for each of us kids, and fresh coffee for the adults! And it was all perfect! As they brought the food to the table, mom saw my amazed look and said, "Aunt Sarah is a fabulous cook, and she has been teaching me. Cooking is pretty fun, when you have all the fancy toys and kitchen gadgets to make it right!"
I soon noticed that my little sisters and my mother were all wearing matching necklaces. Each was a somewhat thick gold chain, with a heart shaped pendant or locket that had several small, sparkly gemstones on it. They all seemed quite pleased with them. "Mommy gave them to us!" Carrie said. "It's just like hers! Aren't they pretty? She said aunt Sarah made them!"
"Yeah, really nice," I replied. Somehow I hadn't noticed mom's gaudy necklace until just then. But it was certainly the kind of over-the-top bling that she loved in the way of jewelry.
"I'm glad you like them so much," Sarah said softly. Then she sort of stared at my mom and my sisters for a moment, before speaking again to me. "Jack dear, you asked what conditions you had to meet to be my heir. Now I will tell you. Take a good look at your mother and your little sisters. They are now completely unaware of their surroundings, unless I wish it to be otherwise."
I looked, and in shock I realized that my mom and both of my sisters had completely stopped moving, almost like time was frozen for them, but not for us! Anna had just started to sip some milk from her glass, and was blowing bubbles in her milk as she slowly breathed in and out. Carrie had her fork halfway to her wide open mouth, about to enjoy a bite of mashed potatoes, which had just fallen off her fork, unnoticed. And mom... she was somewhat precariously balanced over her chair, raised up halfway, as she reached for the gravy.
I looked back at aunt Sarah, and this time I was certain that her eyes really were glowing. I could see the acid green light reflected in her water glass! "What have you done to them? What's going on? Why aren't they moving?" I asked.
"I'm magic," Sarah answered, as if that was just as normal as someone having red hair. "I'm telepathic, meaning I can read other people's thoughts, and send my thoughts to their minds. And I can also control other people's minds, with my magic. Your sisters' minds have, just this moment, become enslaved to me, for life. Just as your mother's mind has been entirely mine to control for almost two weeks now. But don't worry. I promise you that no lasting harm will come to your mother or your sisters, despite them now being my helpless slaves. Yet even now, I can tell that your mind isn't quite yet ready to believe in my magic, despite your seeing them enthralled like this. Nor are you quite ready to believe that my 'condition' for inheriting my wealth and power, which I have yet to reveal to you, is at all possible. So I am going to give you an impossible to ignore demonstration of the power that I have over them."
"Why? What... what are you... gonna do to them?" I asked.
"My legacy must be passed on to a new generation, and it is greatly preferable that my clear successor is identified before I die. The main condition for becoming my heir is simple. A blood-related member of my family line must breed a healthy, firstborn, female child, and it must be by incest with another member of our bloodline. It is that baby who will be my true successor, though the parents of that child will legally be the ones to inherit my wealth. I'll explain why, later. But it is so much more fun if the participants are fully aware that they are mating incestuously, and doing it of their own free will.
"Your parents failed to inherit, the first time, when you were born. Before he married, your father's branch of the family had almost died out. He is my closest relative, and was the last fertile male of his line, and there were no fertile females left in the branch. So I went to a lot of effort to track down your mother - an attractive, unmarried, female second cousin, similar to him in age. Quite a difficult task, I assure you. I had to trace back to your father's great-grandparents, and then back down through their descendants, to find the connection. And the surnames changed frequently, with many of the births being inaccurately attributed to cuckolded spouses, or to the parents of an impregnated child. Your mother is rather greedy, and she was quite willing to fuck her cousin, and to have a baby by incest, if it meant she would get a chance to gain my vast fortune. So I introduced her to your father, and I encouraged them to marry and breed children. And then you were born, Jack. You were a fine child in all other regards. But you were not female, so I kept seeking a successor, looking all over the world for other descendants of our bloodline who were of child bearing age."
"Oh!" I replied. I felt sad that my birth had been a disappointment to her. I knew what incest was, and of course I knew that most people thought it was a forbidden thing to do. But somehow, when she said it, the idea of close relatives making babies with each other seemed okay with me. I'd never considered it myself, of course. But I didn't understand why was she controlling my mom and my little sisters now. "But... you came back? Why? You still haven't explained what you're going to do to them."
"Yes, I did. You just haven't understood my intentions yet, my sweet, innocent boy. I always was fond of my nephew, your father. So, when Carrie was marginally old enough to bear a child, I moved to this town, and watched your parent's minds from a distance, and waited for Carrie to become fertile. That time has now come. Carrie had her first period just two days before you were sent to summer camp. She's very fertile right now, though totally innocent, sexually.
"As soon as you kids were at camp, I contacted your parents, and told them that they could get two additional chances to inherit from me, if your father could impregnate Carrie or Anna, and they had a girl baby. Your father was quite willing to try, but your mother absolutely refused to allow her daughters to be impregnated, mostly because she couldn't accept minors being sexually active at all. And admittedly, your sisters were still much too young and innocent to be seduced by your father in any reasonably short period of time, to get them accepting incestuous sex and pregnancy willingly. So I probably would have at least had to temporarily control your sisters' minds, so they would cooperate, while your father essentially raped them.
"Your father countered by suggesting that instead of impregnating your sisters, they could allow you, Jack, to knock your mother up. Hellen was very reluctant about that, too, because she believed you were also too young to start having sex, with anyone, let alone your mother! But eventually your mom accepted that idea, without my meddling with her mind, provided that you fucked her only as many times as it took to make her pregnant, and that I would erase the memories of each mating immediately after it was done, from both of you, so she could believe she had mated with only with her husband, and not with her child.
"If I was 20 years younger, and if you had failed to produce a girl with your mom, I might have waited for your sisters to grow older, and given your family a third round of chances when your sisters were young adults. But at my age, one chance was not enough. I might well be dead of old age before Anna is 18. So, regrettably, I had to completely enslave the minds of your sisters and of your mother, to ensure their full cooperation. Now we are free to have you two try to impregnate all three of them, and my heir will be the first one of you to have a healthy, firstborn female child with one of your incestuous mates. Both Carrie and your mother are fertile this week. And while Anna probably isn't ovulating yet, you can start trying to knock her up too. You just might get lucky, and catch her first ovulation.
"When I enslaved them, I removed all inhibitions about incest or pregnancy from their minds. In fact, virtually nothing sexual and pleasurable is off limits for them now. So they will happily let us do almost anything with them sexually. Now I will demonstrate my complete control over your mother and sisters, to show you this is all possible. It will be extremely fun and pleasurable for you, I promise. Just trust us, and enjoy this."
I was too shocked to say anything. I just sat there, dumbstruck.
She looked at my mom, and said, "Hellen, your handsome son is still a virgin. Don't you think it's time he got his cock sucked by his mother? I'll bet he has a nice, big cock, just like his father. You want to suck your son's cock, don't you? Remove your clothes, come over to him, and give your son a really good blow job. And make sure you swallow all of his cum. That's a good slave. Carrie, Anna, you girls are to watch closely, and encourage your mother to suck your brother's cock and swallow his cum. And all of you may also answer any questions Jack may ask of you. Begin!"
"Yes Mistress!" my mom and my sisters all replied, quite cheerfully, suddenly coming back to life. Mom immediately obeyed Sarah's totally unbelievable orders. She stood, unzipped her dress, and it slithered to the floor, revealing that she had been wearing nothing at all under her dress all this time. Then she quickly crawled under the dinner table in front of her 14 year old son, wearing nothing but her necklace and her high heeled shoes, unzipped my pants, pulled my rapidly stiffening cock out of my underpants, and eagerly started to suck my cock! Both of my sisters followed her, kneeling on either side of my chair, and cheering her on.
"Way to go mom!" Carrie said enthusiastically. "Suck your son's cock like a real slut!"
"Yeah mom! Show our big brother how much you wanna have sex with him!" Anna said gleefully.
"Mom? Carrie? Anna? What the heck? Ohhhh gawd! Dang that feels good!" I groaned with pleasure as my mother swallowed my entire length into her throat. And my cock wasn't small, either. My rampant shaft was nearly two inches thick, and almost seven inches long. I shook my head in disbelief and asked, "Mom? Do you really like doing this?"
She came up for air, looked me right in the eyes, smiled, and said, "Oh my, yes! Your cock is wonderful, son! Just like your father's! Ohhhhh, I wish I had started sucking you off years ago, and I can't wait for you to fuck me, darling! And your sisters want to fuck you too! Now, be a good boy, and cum in my mouth, Jack! Cum in your mommy's mouth, and let me taste your delicious cum!" Then she eagerly dove back onto my cock, like a drowning woman seeking a life-giving air supply line.
"Yeah! Mom's a real slut now!" Carrie said, "Fill mom's mouth real good, big brother! Cum in her slutty mouth!"
"Swallow every drop of our brother's tasty cum, mommy!" Anna said. "Don't disappoint Mistress Sarah!"
"You... you really all want to fuck me? Carrie, Anna? Both of you want to fuck me too? Seriously?" I asked.
"Of course!" Carrie and Anna said at once, while mom, whose mouth was full of my cock, gave me a thumbs-up gesture and kept sucking me off.
"Mistress Sarah wants you or daddy to make us pregnant! We'll do anything to please Mistress Sarah, big brother!" Carrie said. "Even give up our virginity to either of you, and have your babies!"
"Oh wow! I still can't believe this! Urghh!" I said. Then I groaned, shuddered, and spurted glop after glop of my hot young sperm into my mother's mouth, watching in utter amazement as she hungrily swallowed every last drop of my seed.
When mom was done, she carefully licked my cock clean. Then she turned to Sarah and asked, "Was that good enough, Mistress?" Once again, the look on mom's face was utter adoration, like an eager puppy, seeking the approval of their Mistress. Now I understood why. My sisters had the same look on their faces.
"Good girls. Forget what you just did, and sleep now," Sarah replied. And mom and my sisters all immediately closed their eyes, and froze in place. Aunt Sarah was breathing somewhat heavily now, and she looked flushed and aroused, as if she had just been the one sucking my cock!
"See? I can make them forget short term memories - up to a week or two, but not much more. But unless the slaves are ordered to forget, they will remember and understand everything they have done - they just can't resist our orders. When they are given a command, by me, by your father, and eventually by you, they all utterly and absolutely crave being obedient to their orders, and they will do their absolute best to fulfill the orders from any of us. All three of them have no inhibitions about sex at all, no matter how kinky. Not for themselves, or for their family.
"They will all be quite happy and well treated as my slaves, aside from being our fuck toys. But they no longer have any free will, whenever we actively try to control them. Their necklaces - paired with my magic - or with a bracelet that your father is already wearing, or a similar bracelet which I will give to you soon, if you commit to this fully - allow you, your father and myself to control them absolutely, for the rest of their lives.
"There are limits, however. They can't be ordered to harm themselves seriously, or to cause serious harm to others. And if they are ordered to do something they aren't quite capable of, yet - like, let's say, if we ordered your mother to get fucked by our pet pony? Then if they fail, they will do all in their power to make themselves able to comply with the order, if it is possible to do without seriously damaging themselves, even without our conscious, ongoing control of them. So with the pony example, unless ordered to stop trying, your mother would shove larger and larger things into her cunt over a period of time, even if doing so is mildly painful, until she gradually managed to stretch herself out enough to successfully handle our miniature stallion's huge cock. Then she would beg for a chance to obey the order to fuck the pony again."
"Wow... But... why? What do you get out of this?" I asked. "Why is my dad allowing this to happen? Are you controlling his mind too? Are you controlling me, right now?"
"So many questions! Well, I suppose it is a sign of how mature and smart you are, so I will answer you," Sarah replied. "The only thing I have done to you or to your father is that, like your mother and sisters, I have removed all inhibitions about incest or pregnancy from your minds. I happen to be fond of bestiality myself, so sex with animals should also be acceptable to all of you now, even if you'd never considered that type of kinky sex act before. My magic gives me energy while I am directly controlling someone while they have sex. The kinkier the sex, the more energy I get. It's why I seem so vital and alive, despite the obvious age of my body. I also experience every bit of their sensory simulations myself at the same time, as if it was being done to my own body.
"If you or your father use your bracelets to command them, then while you control them actively, you will also feel the slave's sensations, and I will enjoy both their sensations and yours! I directly get pleasure from making my slaves experience lots of kinky sex, as well as gaining vitalizing energy. And while my body is too old to respond very well to sex performed directly with me, I can greatly appreciate the responsiveness of their younger bodies. But I don't want to feel pain from them, or from you, beyond perhaps the mild pain of them losing their virginity, or the initial pains of childbirth, before drugs can be applied to them to dull their pain, or something similar. That's why the spell never works for harming the slave. Your father can speak for himself."
"I'm completely willing to do this son," my father said. "I still do love your mom, but you have to admit what a greedy, spoiled bitch she's been lately. She's much more pleasant now, isn't she? What you and I gain from it, aside from lots of taboo sex, is the most amazing sexual thrills you can imagine. I've already experienced the sex feedback thing with your mom, after ordering her to allow Duke, the older dog, to fuck her. She went straight to the kennel, stripped off her clothes, got on all fours, and had that big ol' beast fuck her silly and knot her. It was amazing, experiencing what it feels like to have a vagina, and to have it stuffed so full with an animal's cock! The way it felt was indescribable," my dad said eagerly. "And of course, if we are successful in knocking one of our ladies up with a girl baby on the first try with that girl, we'll be rich enough that no one in our family will ever need to work again. We can just live here for free, and fuck each other, and fuck our future kids, for as long as we live! This place has enough bedrooms to spare for a nursery to raise babies in, and bedrooms for lots more kids. And it will be fun to fuck the animals, too!"
"Do you... have any other slaves or servants, aunt Sarah?" I asked.
"Yes, I also have one more slave, in town," Sarah said. "He is an obstetrician and family practice doctor, and, like your mother, a distant cousin of yours. He is your mother's first cousin. He is the only other living relative of my direct bloodline and of child-bearing age who I have been able to locate, so far. But he has had a vasectomy, and he has never fathered any children of his own. If any of our ladies do get pregnant, he will deliver the babies with no fuss, and he will file the paperwork in a way that avoids any risk of incest charges. For example, if Carrie has a baby, and you, Jack, are confirmed by his paternity testing to be the real father, he will record it as a birth by your mother, sired by your father."
"Ummm, as soon as one of them has a firstborn girl, can we stop breeding my mother and sisters like purebred animals?" I asked. "Could we then just release them, and go back to our normal lives?"
Sarah laughed, and then asked. "Can you imagine what your mother or your sisters would do, if I did release them, after they have been bred to their own father, brother or child? After we have had them fucked by animals? If I do release them, then they will remember everything that they did while under mind control, and who did it to them, all at once. It might well drive them insane. Or it might cause them to seek our deaths, or their own. It is too difficult, even for me, to erase or replace much more than a week or two of their most recent memories, if I want to leave their minds intact at all. I'm afraid that, at this point, I have absolutely no intention of releasing them. And my power over them will continue, well past the death of my body. They will remain my slaves until they die, regardless of whether you fuck any of them or not, or what happens to me. You could simply stop fucking them, whenever you choose. Your mother and sisters will be just as happy to serve as our cook and two maids, even if you don't fuck them ever again. But why would you, when they are so happy to fuck you? They will act perfectly normally, whenever we are not commanding them intentionally. What you just experienced is their controlled behavior."
"Well, I guess that makes sense. But this whole situation sounds way too good to be true," I said cautiously. "Is that all there is to it?"
"Just a few more things. I am immortal, after a fashion. I have been reborn hundreds of times, over a period of well over a thousand years. When an acceptable girl child is finally born, I will be able to transfer my mind, my magic, my soul, and all my centuries of life experiences into her new body. This old body of mine will die in that moment - apparently of natural causes - but all that is me will live on, in that child's body, continuing my immortality. I will essentially be reincarnated, in her, with all my memories and abilities intact, even as an infant. That is why I am requiring a girl baby to be bred. The complete mind transfer will work for any blood-related firstborn from an incest pairing, of either gender. But I don't want to change my gender when I reincarnate. And I am running out of options for a good successor.
"Aside from your branch of the family, I also had three illegitimate half-siblings, born of my mother and her father, my grandfather, mating, who I have not yet tracked down. The two females and one male would all be in their 60's by now - too old to create new children themselves. They may have bred offspring that I am unaware of - perhaps even a perfect successor for my purposes - but I just do not have time to locate them. So Jack, if this body of mine should die before a more desirable successor is bred, then I will be forced to possess your body. You are the only fully viable, if not entirely desirable, successor candidate that I have located so far - male, but also a firstborn child of my bloodline, born of incest.
"I've possessed a male body twice before, when no other option was left to me. I just don't like it. But if I do take your body, 'you' won't exist any more. I'll gain all of your memories and abilities. But your mind, your personality, will be erased. That is why I greatly prefer to have my successor be an infant, who hasn't yet established a personality or memories of their own. I do not want to posses your body, Jack. Accept this bracelet, and help me to breed a better successor, and you could be saving your own life!" She held out her hand, and offered me a bracelet like my dad's.
I hesitated. This was suddenly beginning to sound like the end-game 'ultimate boss fight' in a fantasy role playing game, where the hero has to sacrifice himself to kill the ultimate boss monster. Part of me also seriously wondered if the bracelet might control me just as much as those necklaces controlled mom and my sisters. So I cautiously replied, "I see. And... what happens if none of our attempts work, and if I die before you can possess me. Would that... destroy you?"
Aunt Sarah sighed deeply, and said, "You are not the first relative to consider self-sacrifice as a means to stop me. Don't waste your life foolishly. No, I can't be destroyed, even if someone kills off all the desirable successors first. As long as a single person lives who is of my bloodline, my life force could transfer to their body, regardless of distance. It is just much more... difficult... for me to recover from.
"My memories don't transfer as well, to a relative who doesn't meet the conditions I stated. I... think it's happened at least once, because when I reincarnate properly, I have all of my memories intact. But I have only fragments of memories from before a certain point in my series of reincarnations, about 500 years ago. And I'm fairly certain that even if our entire bloodline was destroyed, anyone trying to kill me would find their body possessed by me when I die. Or some random stranger might be possessed by me, if my murderer dies in the act of killing my body.
"Now please, I am growing tired of your delays. I could force you to put on the bracelet, just as easily as I forced your mom to suck your cock, or forced her to give my enslavement necklaces to her daughters. Or I could force you to put on the same kind of slave necklace that I gave your mother and sisters, enslave you as well, and your father and I could both totally command you, just as easily as I commanded your mother, and we could still breed you to your mother and sisters, without your consent. Now decide! Do you want to have fun with your father and I, of your own free will, and fuck your mother and your sisters lots and lots? Or shall I take away your free will too, and make you just as much of a sex slave as they are now?"
"Not much of a choice, when you put it that way, is it?" I asked ruefully. "But... yeah, I suppose... if I was to be honest, I'd love to have sex with all three of them, even without your threats. So... I guess I'm in." I clasped the bracelet on my left wrist, and it seemed to vibrate for a moment. My vision blurred and came back to normal, and I saw the clasp on the bracelet was fused solid. No way to remove it, now. And when I looked at aunt Sarah, her eyes were glowing again.
"No, you can't remove it, or cut it off. Even cutting your hand or your arm off won't enable you to get rid of it. It is a part of you, for the rest of your life. But like their necklaces, you or I can change that bracelet's appearance to anything we like. You can make your bracelet look like a functional watch, or a medical alert bracelet, or whatever you please. But you can't take it off," Sarah said. "If you look at our slaves now, you'll see their necklaces for what they really are - locked-on, gold-plated, steel slave collars."
"Just a few more questions?" I asked. As much as anything else, I wanted to be sure I could still question her actions.
Sarah sighed and said, "Yes, get on with it."
"Why did the doctor have to be your slave too, and why was it so important that he was a relative?" I asked. "And why didn't you just have a baby yourself with my dad, or with some other relative, while you were still young enough, and if it was a girl, take that body?"
"It is much easier for my mind magic to work on blood relations. All magic has a cost. Making each one of those slave collars or control bracelets cost me a year of my life. I literally aged six years in a single night, and turned my hair white overnight, when I made the four collars - for your sisters, your mother and the doctor - and the two bracelets for you and your father. But without those slave collars, each person I am actively controlling is like I am also living their life for that time, in addition to my own. So if I controlled your mother and two sisters with my mind alone, I would age at four times the normal rate.
"If the person I am controlling isn't related by blood, the cost is twice as high, and has a further limitation that I can only make them do something which they were already inclined to do. I could force an unrelated closet pedophile to act on their secret desires, and make them rape their own underage daughter, while I vicariously enjoy his every sensation. And after he is done with the child, I could force the daughter to forget that her daddy had just raped her. But if the girl didn't already have sexual fantasies of her own about her daddy, I couldn't make her accept and enjoy incest with her daddy, like your sisters will enjoy that act now," Sarah replied.
"And I've tried birthing my own replacement, in previous incarnations. It never works, no matter who I fuck. I simply can't give birth to myself, I guess. The best I can do is to breed a child, with a relative of mine or an with an outsider, and then have that child breed my successor with a relative of mine, when they are old enough. Now, shall we all finish our meal, and then start trying to impregnate with your mother and your sisters? Or would you prefer to have your mom keep sucking your cock throughout the meal, since she is already naked, and has her head almost in your lap?"
"Let's all just finish dinner, and get on with this," I replied, glancing at my motionless mom and sisters, while stuffing my cock back into my shorts, and fastening my pants back up. Then I said, "Mother, go back to your place, put your dress back on, and finish your dinner, as if nothing had happened since you left your place at the table," I said. And she did.
"Carrie, Anna, return to your places, and finish your dinner, as if nothing had happened since you left your place at the table," I commanded. They did as well.
"Hummm. I think I could get used to this," I said.
"Get used to what?" Carrie asked innocently. She was completely back to normal, it seemed.
"Living here, and eating such great food," I replied. "This tastes fantastic, mom! Thanks for making it!"
"You're quite welcome, son," she replied. She made a bit of a face, like she couldn't quite figure out why she had the taste of a male's cum in her mouth. Then she took a sip of coffee, smiled, and continued eating.
Aunt Sarah just smiled. For the rest of the meal, she chatted amicably with all of us - about the summer camp we kids had gone to, and about our former schools, our friends, and our hobbies - as if nothing unusual had taken place at all. Mom and both of my sisters all sounded and acted just as I always remembered them.
After dinner, aunt Sarah said, "Hellen, Carrie, Anna, I want to set some ground rules for you three, from now on, whenever you are here inside our home, or outside and still on my land, if no one but the people currently in this room is present. First, you are to address me as Mistress, and John or Jack as Master. You may still use terms like daddy, big brother, or son, as appropriate, when expressing your pleasure at serving them, and I encourage you to do so. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress!" they all said in unison, eagerly looking at aunt Sarah for her next command.
"Next, under the same conditions, you will not normally wear any clothing, unless we give you something and command you to wear it. You may, however, wear suitable protective clothing, like just an apron or oven mitts while cooking, or footwear to protect your feet when walking outside, or suitable clothing for going outside in below-freezing weather or in a rain storm. So remove all your clothing and footwear, now, and stand in a line near me, for inspection and further orders," she ordered.
They listened attentively, and then each stood and removed their clothes and shoes, placing them neatly on the table beside their place setting, before lining up facing aunt Sarah.
"Good girls! Now of course, whenever we are in public, or when any guest is present here who does not know and accept that you are my slaves, none of those commands apply. In public, or when strangers are here, you will act like any normal free person would act, and dress appropriately. And you will then address us and refer to yourselves as you did before your slave necklaces were fastened to your necks," Sarah commanded. "Unless, of course, we explicitly order you to behave otherwise. For example, if we order you to strip naked at a public park, so we can walk you on a leash in public, you'll still have to obey us."
"Of course, Mistress!" they all replied.
"Now, I also have a few orders regarding personal hygiene. I see that Hellen and Carrie each have pubic hair, sparse though little Carrie's bush may be so far. Hellen, tonight, as soon as you leave this room, you will take your daughters to the upstairs bathroom, and teach them how to shave the hair from their pubic mounds. I want you and your children to always be as bare and smooth between your legs as little Anna is now, shaving away any hair from your pubes as necessary, at least every other day," Sarah commanded. "And tomorrow morning, after Carrie and Anna have lost their virginity, you will also teach them how to use a douche kit and an enema kit, so each of you can cleanse yourselves properly, both in your vaginas and up your asses, each morning, and before presenting yourselves in the evening for sexual services to any of us. To prepare yourselves for us tonight, I want you to lick your daughters' little cunts clean while we watch, and then have them lick you just as clean. Then you may take them upstairs, and deal with that nasty pubic hair, before the three of you report to my bedroom to get fucked! You may begin."
My sisters quickly sat on the dining table, close to their mother, and we all gathered close to watch my mom licking their virginal cunts. Dad and I got our cocks out, and slowly stroked them, while we watched. Aunt Sarah even fingered her own withered peach, holding her skirt high with one hand and strumming her clit with the other. The naughty old lady hadn't been wearing any panties beneath her own modest, knee-length dress! We all gasped at the sensation in our mouths of my mom's tongue tasting her daughter's cunts for the first time, and at the same time, the sensation between our own legs of having our little cunt licked for the very first time ever!
Anna was first, and she giggled at the unusual feeling of her mom's tongue deeply probing the folds of her immature slit. But she didn't show any signs of sexual arousal. Carrie, on the other hand, clearly enjoyed having her mom eat her out! She wriggled and moaned quite prettily, and by the time mom was done, she had cum once, her little cunt was sopping wet with her own juices, and her puffy, peach-fuzz-covered labia remained slightly parted and reddened. Then mom sat on the table, and each of my sisters took a turn licking our mother's cunt clean, while she instructed them on how to do it right. She climaxed when Carrie finished her up, grabbing her older daughter's head, and shoving the innocent child's face into her mother's cunt as she came.
Dad and I spurted our cum all over my mom and Carrie when we climaxed, while mom was still getting licked by Carrie. And then, much to my surprise, aunt Sarah knelt and took dad's and my cocks into her own aging mouth, one at a time, and lovingly licked the last drops of our cum from the tips, savoring the taste.
"Well done everyone! That was delightful! I do hope you boys enjoyed sharing the full sensation feedback with me. You won't normally feel it like that when it is I who gives the orders. Only when you are the one to order one of them to get fucked. But I can share the feedback I enjoy, whenever I want to," Sarah said, licking a last drip of my cum from her chin. "Now Hellen, go to the bathroom upstairs and get Carrie's cunt and yours properly shaved, bathe all three of you, and then we'll see you upstairs in my bedroom, to deflower your daughters."
"Yes Mistress!" the three slaves said, and the little girls followed their mom out of the room, and Sarah led my father and I to her bedroom.
Sarah led us to her bedroom, then looked intently at my father and I. Our cocks were still hanging out of our pants, and semi-stiff. But even now, it was clear that my dad's cock wasn't quite as thick as mine was! His had been maybe an inch and three quarters thick when he was really hard, while mine had been closer to a full two inches. We had both been about seven inches long.
"John, I think you should be the one to take little Anna's virginity tonight. And make sure you use plenty of KY Jelly for lube, since she is still too young to get wet on her own. There are several tubes of it in my left nightstand," Sarah said. "Jack, you can be the first to fuck Carrie. Then you two can trade places. Anna should be wet enough as 'sloppy seconds' for you to cram that monster of yours into her tiny cunt! We'll save your mom for last, but only you, Jack, will fuck your mom's cunt, until she is pregnant. I don't want Hellen's belly filled with yet another girl or boy from her husband, when she could instead be breeding my possible successor. So John, you will just have to be content with fucking only your daughters, until your wife is knocked up. Well, you could both fuck me too, if you're so inclined, but only after all your assigned mates have been filled once each that day. And of course, you'll definitely need the KY with me as well. My dried up old cunt doesn't get wet on its own these days, any more than Anna's immature cunt can. Quite honestly, I don't really care if either of you have sex directly with me, since what I shall feel when you're fucking my three slaves will be much better than what this worn out old body of mine can give to me. But I still do appreciate getting a direct taste of cock or cunt now and then, for old time's sake."
When our slaves joined us in Sarah's bedroom, and we were all undressed, Sarah lined the three slaves up beside the bed, each kneeling submissively. Then she sat in a more comfortable-looking throne, close to the bed, to watch everything. This throne was padded in black leather, and had iron rings fastened to it in several places.
"I want to savor each of the virgins, one at a time. A girl only loses her virginity once in a lifetime, and though it does sometimes hurt, it is an experience which changes her life forever, and it is not one to be missed or muddied in her memories," Sarah said. "Jack, do you know enough about sex to understand how to properly fuck Carrie yet? Or do you need to be shown what to do, by watching your father fucking Anna first?"
"Well aunt Sarah, I'm still a virgin, unless you count mom sucking me off at dinner tonight. But I have enjoyed a few porn magazines, and I've read a few hardcore stories in them. But today is the first time I've ever seen a live girl naked. I think I know what goes where, but I've never done it, or even seen it done in a movie," I replied. My boner was already sticking straight out in front of me, and it was throbbing at the thought that I was really gonna fuck my sisters and my mom tonight! "I think I can do it okay, if you tell me what to do when I am uncertain. And I really don't wanna wait much longer!"
"Very well. Hellen, you will assist your two oldest children in taking each others virginity," Sarah commanded. "Sit on my bed, with Jack and Carrie, and let your son get a good close look and taste of his mother's cunt. Show him where your clit is, and how to pleasure you with his tongue. Then help him to find Carrie's clit, so he can lick his sister and get her wet enough to get fucked and knocked up by her brother. Begin."
"Yes Mistress!" Carrie and Hellen said, leading me to the bed.
My mom spread her legs, without a hint of shame, showing me her freshly shaved crotch, and parting her slit with her fingers, so it gaped wide open. With her index finger she pushed back a fold of skin at the top, as she said, "Look closely, my son. This pink pearl of flesh is my clitoris. It is many times more sensitive to being touched, licked or sucked on than the tip of your cock. This is where you want to lick and suck the most, to pleasure a woman." She pointed lower, between her folds, and said, "This small hole is where I pee from. Sometimes, when I have an orgasm, a clear fluid that is not piss will also squirt from there. It is also a sensitive spot, as is all of the fleshy lips on either side, my labia. And the much larger hole, at the bottom of my slit, and just an inch or so above my anus, is my vagina. That is where you came into the world, my son. That is the cunt that gave birth to you. Try licking me now. Lick your mother's cunt, and see how I taste!!" Her face had that utterly adoring look again, but this time directed at me, seeking my approval.
"Mommy tastes really good, big brother!" Carrie said encouragingly. "We're all very clean down there. It won't taste like piss at all, I promise!"
I leaned closer, sniffing at the aroma of my mother's aroused sex, and then began to lick and suck on my mother's bare cunt. Carrie was right! Mom did taste really good! And the more I licked, the more juicy and tasty her larger hole got!
"I want a turn! Please, Master?" Carrie soon pleaded. "It's me that Mistress wants you to fuck first!"
"All right," I replied, tearing myself reluctantly away from the first cunt that I had ever tasted, to seek my little sister's immature cunt, and see how it differed from my mother's. Carrie was on her back in the middle of the bed, with her legs wide spread. I got on my tummy between her thighs, and put my face almost in my little sister's crotch.
"Take a good look first, Master," my mother said, before I could start licking. "Your sister is still a virgin, and her cunt is not yet fully grown. Her vagina and all her other parts are much smaller, and more delicate. And just inside her vagina, you can see a thin, crescent-shaped wall of flesh, which partially blocks the opening. Do you see it? Do you see your sister's hymen?"
I parted Carrie's labia with my fingers, and looked right up my sister's virginal vagina. "Wow... her cunt hole looks like I could only barely stuff one finger in there! How is my cock gonna fit?" I asked. "I think I see that hymen thing, yeah. On the upper side, and blocking about a third of the bigger hole."
"A woman's cunt is very elastic, my son," Mom replied. "Even my own cunt would feel tight around just one or two of your fingers, and I have had three babies! Your sister's cunt has never yet been stretched out by being fucked, or by childbirth. But all women start as small and tight as she is. Your younger sister Anna's vagina is even smaller and tighter! Lick your sister, like you licked me, and it will begin to open for you, and to get slippery with her feminine nectar. I have tasted her myself, and I know she can become aroused, as easily as I can. If she can do that, then she can get fucked, too! When you have her very wet, we can slowly try to stuff your wonderful cock into your little sister's tight vagina, so you can rip through her hymen and take her virginity! If she is too tight, we may have to also use some KY, to lube her up, as I am certain we shall need to do for little Anna. But your cock will be balls deep in your sister soon, I promise! We will not disappoint our Mistress!"
"Please stop talking to mom, and start licking me, big brother!" Carrie pleaded. She also had that same adoring look on her face. "I wanna get fucked!"
"Okay, okay!" I said with a laugh, eagerly licking my first virgin lover. My sister did have a kinda different taste. I couldn't quite say how it was different, but it was, And she was even more delicious than our mom! It didn't take me long to make her really wet, and I was pleased that I had managed to get her wiggling and moaning just like mom had done for her in the dining room. My cock and balls were so hard now that they almost ached, and I was relieved when mom spoke next.
"Now, son! While she is almost ready to have an orgasm!" Mom said, pulling me upward, to lay atop my sister. "Let me put the tip of your cock into her vagina, and see if you can slip it into her. Fuck your sister!"
I held myself up in a push-up, and looked down to see my mother grasping my cock and putting it into position, with her own face very close to my sister's crotch. When I felt the tip entering Carrie's tight hole, I eased forward, as gently as I could.
"OH! The tip just popped inside of me!" my sister said. "Wow! It feels so big!"
To me, it felt like someone was holding just the head of my cock in their fist, and squeezing as hard as they could! She was still slippery, but I could hardly move!
"Try to relax, darlings," our mother said, as she suddenly pushed my hips with one hand, and forced me in a little deeper.
"OW! That hurt!" Carrie said, crying just a bit. "Is... is that it? Did he pop my cherry?"
"Yes, I do see a little blood, dear. Congratulations! You are no longer a virgin, and neither is your big brother," Our mom confirmed. "But he is only halfway into you, so far. Push gently, son, and use slow, short strokes in and out, until you get all of your cock into your sister's tight little cunt! Then it would be polite to hold very still, and wait for her to say she is ready to get fucked harder. Don't worry about the blood. She won't bleed very much, or for very long. Carrie, the pain should fade soon, and after that, you'll feel only pleasure, whenever our Masters fuck you. Tell us when it starts feeling better, and then your big brother can fuck you harder, and try to make a baby in your belly!"
We lay there for a minute or so, with my cock stuffed inside my sister's bloody cunt. It felt kind of weird, but I tried kissing my sister like they kiss in the porno mags, putting my tongue in her mouth. Carrie awkwardly tried to return my kiss, and then mom pulled my face to hers, and showed me how it was supposed to be done! Then she kissed Carrie the same way, pushing her tongue into her daughter's mouth. "Better now? She asked my sister.
"Yeah, I think. It still stings, but not too bad. Kinda like a scraped knee after falling off my bike," my sister replied. "Go ahead and fuck me now, big brother! Make a baby in your sister's belly, and make our Mistress happy!"
"I love you, sis! You too, mom," I said, beginning to thrust faster, and marveling at how good it felt. This was way better than masturbating! Carrie loved it too. Before long she was giggling and moaning in pleasure like when I had been licking her, and then she shook all over and started breathing really hard, with a blissful look on her face. A few more strokes, and I shoved my cock in as hard as I could, making every spurt of my creamy seed go as deep in my sister's fertile belly as I could. "Here we go, sis! Might be making you pregnant right now! Oh dang, this feels good! I wanna do this with you every day, sis!"
"I love you too, big brother," she said kissing me, and putting her tongue into my mouth. When we stopped kissing she said, "I really hope I'm pregnant now, and that we have a girl, to make Mistress happy. But you can fuck me as much as you want, and even if we have a boy, you can make more babies with me. I like this!"
I didn't want to move. I just lay there atop my sister, with my cock balls deep in her bleeding cunt, still spurting a few last drops of my cum deep into her fertile belly.
Sarah, my dad, and Anna had been quiet all this time, except for some moans of pleasure from Sarah and dad. Anna was watching with rapt attention, trying to get good look, and to understand what was about to happen to her next. Finally she asked, "Carrie? Did... did it hurt real bad?"
"Not that bad, no," her older sister replied. "And it was really worth it. Ohhhh, getting fucked feels so good! You're gonna love it, once our daddy gets his cock all the way into you!"
"That was lovely! You children can stay entwined. Just scoot sideways and make some room," Sara said, panting heavily. "Keep as much of your cum corked inside her as you can, Jack! Hellen, help your husband and youngest daughter to get ready for her defloration."
"Yes Mistress!" Hellen said, as she got up and led dad and Anna to the bed where the child's older sister had just given up her own virginity. Anna followed her parents without hesitation, laying her naked butt atop the red splotch of her sister's blood and her brother's cum on the coverlet, and spreading her young legs for her parents.
"John, lick your child, and see if perhaps you can get her aroused, where your wife failed to do so earlier," Sarah requested. "You may as well enjoy the taste of a young virgin, before we slop KY on her cunt, and ruin her flavor."
"Thank you, aunt Sarah, I will. I've been looking forward to this since you first offered us another chance at your inheritance!" my dad said.
Mom sat on the edge of the bed, holding her daughter's hand to comfort the child, while her husband began to lick his daughter's crotch. Anna giggled and said it tickled, but the only moisture in her unripe peach was from her dad's slobbery licking.
"Yeah, we'll need that KY," dad said. "And it might be better if I use my fingers, or a slender dildo, to pop her cherry and start to open her up, don't you think? I don't want to tear her in half. Her cunt still seems awfully small."
"Yes, doubtless you'll get to pop other virgins with your cock after you've bred and raised more children, and they are of a more desirable age," Sarah said. "And I am sure that your family's future children won't hesitate to join you in bed, with the example of the rest of you fucking each other daily in front of them. Look in the bottom two drawers of my dresser. There you will find dildos in several sizes and shapes, including dog and horse cocks, ranging from smaller than your finger, to one the size of a fully grown stallion. Use any of them that you wish on her."
"Mistress? Perhaps, once she has been deflowered, if Anna's cunt remains too small to be fucked by her daddy or her big brother, we could use the dogs to loosen her up?" our mom suggested. "Their cocks are about two thirds the diameter of my husband's, but their lovely knots get almost as big as Anna's little fist! That should stretch her out quite rapidly, if we have all three dogs fuck her daily, shouldn't it?"
I just stared at our mom. I'm certain that if her mind wasn't being controlled, and if dad or I had suggested making Anna get fucked like a bitch by three dogs, she would have cut our balls off! Yet here she was, voluntarily suggesting we send her youngest girl to the dog kennels daily, to be fucked by the animals! I had to admit though, I found that idea pretty hot myself! I wanted to see all three of our slaves getting fucked by the dogs. I wasn't so sure about that pony, though. I couldn't imagine that our slaves would be much fun for us to fuck, once that monster dick of his had reamed them out to accept something as large as Anna's forearm!
"We shall see, my dears," Sarah said calmly. "Proceed, John. I will tell you if you are trying to put too much into her tiny cunt! Start with a finger-sized vibrator. Thrust it right in, and rip open her hymen."
"It's all right, daddy," the helplessly mind-controlled child said. "Mistress wants this, so I don't mind! Go ahead and break my hymen! And mommy, you know how much I love doggies! If they wanna fuck me too, I think that would be fun!"
I watched as our dad selected a purple vibrator that was no thicker than one of his fingers, but a good ten inches long. He eased it slowly into Anna's greased up cunt, until she flinched when it was just touching her hymen. Then he said, "I love you, Anna!" and he shoved his the vibrator all the way in! We ALL felt it, as Sarah shared Anna's sensations with us!
"YIPE! Ohhhh, that hurt pretty bad! Is--- is there much blood?" Anna asked, with tears in her eyes.
"Not much, sweetheart, see?" our dad said, holding up the blood stained vibrator for all of us to see. The blood marked the shaft nearly seven inches from the tip, where it had stopped when it hit her cervix, and could go no deeper.. "Let me see if I can get a thicker dildo into you now. Shall we try try this doggie shaped one?" he suggested. He held up a bright red silicone dildo that was shaped like a dog's dick, with an inflatable knot near the base. It was seven inches long, and tapered in shape, starting about the same size as the last one at the tip, and getting to be about an inch and a quarter in diameter where the inflatable knot was.
"Ah! That's one of my personal favorites," Sarah said. "But be careful not to pump the squeeze bulb more than 5 or 6 times, once it is all the way inside her. That will make the knot inflate to about the size of a small lemon. Ten to twelve pumps would be bigger than a tennis ball, and larger than any of our dog's knots."
"I'll be careful," our dad said. The dildo slid in easily enough, but Anna's eyes grew quite wide when he started inflating the knot.
"OHHHH! Oh my! Does a real doggie's cock get this big?" she asked.
"They do, my dear. The knot starts swelling just before the doggie cums, so it traps their cock in the bitch, and keeps their cum corked up inside their mate," Sarah replied, sighing happily as the dildo in my sister made Sarah have a orgasm.
Again, we could all feel exactly what Anna was feeling. It kind of hurt, but in a good way. It felt so full! I almost wanted to reach over and pump it up a few more times, to make that knot bigger! And I began to wonder if having one of those dogs fucking me in my ass would feel as good! I'd never even thought of allowing anyone to fuck my ass before, but now, I was tempted!
Sarah, of course, read my thoughts. "Of course it does, dear boy! All three of the dogs fuck my ass pretty often, and I love it there just as much as in my cunt! But you need to be careful not to let them yank it out of a cunt or an ass, before the knot subsides. That can do some damage, unless you could already fuck yourself with a dildo that is as fat as their knot."
"Are you gonna fuck me now, daddy?" Anna asked, as happily as if she was asking if he would give her a bowl of ice cream. "Or are we gonna go see if the doggies wanna fuck me?"
"I'll try sweetheart," our dad said. "And we'll also take you to the kennels to get fucked tonight, after I've fucked your sister too, and your brother has fucked you and your mom."
"Yay! I'm gonna fuck the doggies! I'm gonna fuck the doggies!" she chanted in a sing-song voice, just as she had innocently sung about being happy to have a pet dog, when we arrived here.
There was a hissing sound as dad released the valve that let the air out of the doggie dildo's inflated knot, pulled it out, and set it aside. Then dad knelt in front of Anna, pulled her hips closer to his, with her skinny legs draped over his thighs, and he started to slip his cock into his youngest daughter! I just had to get a closer look at this! I pulled my cock out of Carrie's sloppy cunt with a wet sound, and crawled closer, so my head was only a few inches away from Anna's cunt. Carrie crawled over next to me, with my cum dripping down the insides of her thighs, so she could watch too, as her sister got impaled by her first real cock! Dad went slowly at first, because Anna was still so tight. Then mom lent a helping hand, and shoved his butt forward, forcing him the rest of the way into their daughter!
"OH DADDY!" Anna cried, when their pubes slapped into each other. "We did it! Fuck me, daddy! FUCK ME!" she shouted happily. She didn't care if it felt good for her. She was deliriously happy that she had pleased her Mistress! And she was SOOO tight! We felt how good this was for dad. Then dad groaned and came, and we saw the bloody mess around her tightly stretched labia turn more pink, as dad overfilled her ten year old cunt with his cum, and it mixed with her blood.
When dad pulled out of my younger sister, I was already rock hard again, and ready to go. I didn't wait for permission, but plunged in and shoved my cock roughly into Anna's sloppy cunt, fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. She moaned my name over and over, and hugged me tightly, and kissed me the same way she had seem Carrie kissing me, with lots of tongue. I looked to one side and saw our dad was fucking Carrie just as hard, while Mom had her face buried between old aunt Sarah's thighs, and was eating the old lady out.
Aunt Sarah looked at me, and said, "I can't blame you for leaping to fuck Anna, boy. But you'd better have enough cum left in your balls to fill you mom's cunt too, or when we take Anna to the kennels to be fucked before bed time, I'll have each of those three dogs fuck your ass!"
When I fucked mom, aunt Sarah had mom lie on her back on the bed, and she commanded my sisters to each take a turn squatting over mom's face, so she could lick the sloppy, bloody mess from her freshly deflowered daughters' cunts. By the time I flooded our mom's cunt with my cum, my sisters' cunts looked as clean as when they had walked into the bedroom.
Sarah stuffed a large butt plug into mom's cunt, to cork my cum inside her, and then we all walked down to the kennels, stark naked, to allow Anna to be fucked by the dogs. When we got there, mom applied more KY to my youngest sister's cunt, and Anna knelt in the middle of the play area. It didn't take long for the three German Shepherds to start lick-kissing her face and licking her cunt. Nor did it take long for each of them, starting with Duke, to take a turn mounting her from behind, and knotting up in her sweet young cunt! They were incredibly enthusiastic, and yet gentle with her at the same time. Someone had definitely trained them well to fuck people! While we watched my youngest sister fucking the dogs, I fucked our mom again for good measure, and dad actually fucked aunt Sarah, on all fours, right beside Anna and Blitzen! When the dogs were done, they each retired to one corner, and licked their cocks clean.
"That was lots of fun!" Anna said. "I didn't cum, like you guys did, but it still feels pretty nice to have 'em humping me. Their fur tickles! Can they do it again, later?"
"Would you like to spend the night here in the kennels, so they can fuck you more tonight?" Sarah asked. "Would you like to be our kennel bitch?"
"Can I? Yeah, I'd love that! An I promise I'll feed them, and clean the poop out of their kennels, and take care of them every day! Mommy? Daddy? Is it all right?" she asked. "Can I be a kennel bitch tonight?"
Mother, of course, thought that was a fine idea, since her Mistress had suggested it. Father agreed as well, but only after inspecting Anna, and making sure that three dogs fucking her hadn't damaged her little cunt. She was gaping wide open and really sloppy with dog cum, but looked fine otherwise.
That night, mom slept in my bed, and Carrie slept with dad. None of us got a whole lot of sleep, because we kept fucking each other as soon as we had the energy to do it again.
The next morning was Sunday, and no one bothered to put on any clothes. We ate breakfast in the nude, and then Dad and I each took a turn fucking Carrie and Anna, and I also fucked mom. In the afternoon, we all went to the kennels, and all three of our enslaved women let the dogs fuck them! I even got on my hands and knees with them, and got fucked up the ass by one of the dogs! It hurt, but I did enjoy it.
After dinner, we got to meet the pony. It was love at first sight for Carrie, who immediately claimed the horse as her pet! She promised to brush him and care for him every day, much as Anna had offered to do for the dogs. Thunder was actually a fully-grown miniature stallion - dark brown, with a black mane and black fur on his lower legs. He was too small for anyone but my two sisters to ride, though Sarah did have a child-sized saddle for him.
"Thunder is well trained for sex with human women," aunt Sarah stated. "His big cock feels quite good in my stretched-out cunt, if I am well lubed, and I try to fuck him every weekend." Then she amazed us by greasing up her old cunt and laying on her back on a hay bale that she had covered with a beach towel. She gave the animal a verbal command, and the pony, whose cock got stiff as soon as he saw Sarah was naked and in that position, straddled the bale until he was over her, and thrust more than half his length into her aging cunt! Its 3-inch-thick, very blunt, 14-inch-long cock looked like it was at least as big as Anna's whole fist and forearm, and he hammered her so hard that her whole body shook with each thrust! It didn't take him very long to whinny and start to cum. When he pulled out, it looked like at least a quart of horse cum came flooding out of that old lady's cunt! Mother and my two sisters rushed forward to lap at their Mistress' gaping cunt, drinking up as much of the horse's spunk as they could. Mom even stuffed the horse's deflating cock into her mouth, to suck on the tip and get he last of his cum.
"You will all learn to enjoy his cock later, my dear slaves'" Sarah stated, once her cunt had been licked clean. "But I forbid any of you to fuck him, until your cunts have each delivered your firstborn children for Jack and John, or one of you has delivered a firstborn female, as I require."
"Yes Mistress!" They all said, although Carrie was looking lustfully and longingly at her pony's deflating cock. "Can I at least suck his cock, so he will know how much I love him?"
"Yes, dear," Sarah replied. "Any of us can suck him off, as often as you have free time for, and he really likes it."
It went on like that for three months, with dad and I taking turns with Carrie at night. Mom would be in my bed when dad was with Carrie, and Anna would be in the kennels; or Anna would be in dad's bed when Carrie was with me, while mom played kennel slut, and slept with the dogs.
During each weekday, dad would work from home, and mom and aunt Sarah would teach us kids our lessons in the home school classroom. We had gym classes in the mansion's gym, and did everything that we would have done in a regular school. Except, of course, for team sports. I never did get to play football, until I went away to college.
When our classes were done in mid-afternoon, mom and my sisters would start their chores, cleaning and maintaining our home, and caring for the animals. One of their chores was for each of them to take turns crawling under dad's desk while he was finishing his workday, and sucking his cock while he worked. Dad only wore a shirt and a tie when he was telecommuting, and none of his coworkers ever guessed he was naked from the waist down, or that one of his naked daughters or his wife was sometimes sucking him off during their teleconference sessions. When I was done with my classes for the day, I could just relax and play video games, until dinner time.
After dinner, we all had a nightly orgy in aunt Sarah's room, with dad and I all trying to knock up all of our slave ladies. Sometimes we would also try other kinky things, like having the dogs join us, or having my sisters shove their small fists into aunt Sarah's or mom's cunts, and fuck them with their little forearms.
Mom's cooking kept getting better and better. Now she was making fancy pastries for our breakfasts, and cakes and pies too. Eventually I asked Sarah, "Mom never knew how to cook like this, and I haven't seen her taking any cooking lessons. How can she be so good at it now?"
"Have you ever had someone stand beside you, and teach you how to do something by telling you what to do, each step of the way?" Sarah asked in reply. "I can teach someone a specific skill, like how to cook an apple pie, by entering their mind and sharing my own experience with them, in an instant. I've baked countless pies in my various incarnations, so in that moment they learn everything I know about the subject. I've been teaching your mother a few new recipes every day. That is also how your mother and sisters knew how to position themselves correctly to get fucked by a dog for the first time, and how to safely guide his cock into their cunt or their ass. I taught them those skills, the moment they entered the kennel to get fucked."
"Then why do we have to do home-school classes every day?" I asked. "Couldn't you just dump a full college education into our minds, all at once? You've been to college, haven't you?"
"Too much information, imparted too fast, would drive you insane," she replied. "And how could we explain your sudden academic gifts to the school authorities who oversee your homeschooling, and who record your progress officially? I can help you to learn the specific things you have difficulty with, or specific skills which I want you to acquire, like horse riding, or caring for dogs or horses. But you will have to finish most of your education through 12th grade the old fashioned way. You'll probably go off to college normally, since by the time you are old enough, I do hope my successor will already have been bred!"
At the end of our first three months with aunt Sarah, both Carrie and mom missed their periods, and tested as pregnant! Anna still wasn't ovulating, but she had started to get really good orgasms when she was fucked or licked, and she started needing to shave her pubes. Once we knew Carrie and mom were pregnant, they stopped fucking the dogs. Carrie slept with me, mom slept with dad, and Anna pretty much always slept in the kennels, getting fucked by her beloved dogs. At our orgies, we concentrated on trying to knock up Anna as well. By the time she went to the kennels each night, she had dad's and my cum dripping down the insides of her thighs, all the way to her ankles!
That same month, we found out that many of the paintings of our family ancestors had been painted by Sarah herself, in various incarnations. We all posed for a family portrait - mom, dad, Carrie, Anna and myself. She had us pose in the game room, with us kids at the gaming computers, and dad holding his laptop, with mom standing beside him. It came out really well!
Five months after we arrived, Anna celebrated her 11th birthday, by having me, our dad, and all three of her dogs fucking her pretty much non-stop, all day. Aunt Sarah also bought Anna a pair of two year old German Shepherd bitches. They were to be bred to our male dogs, and we started raising litters of puppies every year.
After we had been there seven months, we had two playful litters of puppies! There were five males and six females in total. The best male and female we kept and trained for more sex, and the rest eventually got sold. All three of our slaves found out that puppies can lick cunts quite well! Dad and I also tried fucking the bitch dogs. I liked that much better than getting my ass fucked by the male dogs. Aunt Sarah enjoyed it too. After that, our family 'doggie play times' got much more interesting!
Anna had her first period, two months after her 11th birthday, and she started fucking her father exclusively, so we could know that baby was his, just as we knew mom's baby had to be mine. It had only seemed fair, to give him a clear chance to be first to make a baby with Anna, since I'd already had my chance to be first with mom, and we weren't yet sure which of us had knocked up Carrie. They fucked every day, as often as dad could get it up, and Dad had his youngest daughter pregnant within a month. If all went well, she would give birth to her daddy's baby before she was twelve!
Ten months after we moved in with aunt Sarah, mom gave birth to my baby, but it was only a boy. I was a father at 15 years old, since my birthday had been the month before. Sarah told me not to be too disappointed, and that my son's birth saved me from being taken over by her, if we failed her on all our other attempts to give birth to her successor. She would possess my son, rather than me, if it came to that, since he didn't have a fully formed personality yet. I named him Sam, the closest male name I could think of to Sarah. The slave doctor, Henry, delivered our baby, and stayed for a week, to care for mom and baby Sam, and to be ready for Carrie's delivery. But he waited on filing the paperwork for the birth of Sam.
Just two days after Sam was born, Carrie's baby was delivered, about a month after her 13th birthday. It was a girl! And a paternity test run by our slave doctor determined I was also the father of my oldest little sister's baby. Aunt Sarah's inheritance conditions were satisfied, at last! She had a new will drawn up, with me as her heir, and dad as trustee until I turned 21. We named the baby Sarah, of course, and Henry turned in the paperwork for both Sam and baby Sarah, saying mom had given birth to fraternal twins on baby Sarah's birth day, with dad, of course, listed as the father.
To celebrate the birth of her successor, Sarah ordered mom to fuck the pony! Still loose in her cunt from having given birth, mom successfully fucked that miniature stallion! He crammed nearly a foot of his 3 inch thick cock into her cunt, and hammered her mercilessly. Her belly bulged obscenely with each thrust, and we all could feel that he was all the way up into her womb! Then Carrie begged for permission to fuck her pony too, and she did it, as soon as the animal was ready for a second round. It was much more difficult for her than for her mom, and she only got six inches of horse cock inside her 13 year old cunt before he banged painfully into her tighter cervix, and could go no deeper. Sarah told her sternly that six inches of horse cock was quite good enough, at her age, and that she should not try to destroy her own womb so she could get it as deep into her young body as her mother had done. With tears in her eyes that were half pain, and half joy, Anna happily cried out deliriously, "Look at me! I'm a mare! I'm a Magical Mare!" while her beloved pony fucked the hell out of her.
Since Mom was no longer needed for breeding babies, and quite probably her cunt and her womb had just been ruined for other uses by having the pony fuck her so deeply, dad ordered her to sleep in the horse stables at night with her new equine lover, and to only serve as our cook and home-school teacher during the day, unless her services were otherwise requested. We still fucked mom occasionally, when she was having her period and wasn't at all fertile, or we fisted her always-gaping cunt when she possibly was fertile. Sarah also bought four full-sized male horses, officially for riding, but mom was told she would soon fuck all of those stallions, as well! I kind of felt sorry for mom, but really, she had only married dad so she could get rich by getting fucked. Well, now we all were going to be rich, and she was happy getting fucked by the pony, so I guess that turned out okay. She certainly wasn't acting like a 'spoiled princess' any more!
Anna pretty much took over our mom's place in our dad's bed, sleeping with him most nights, and fucking her doggies less and less as her pregnancy progressed. Her flat chest was just starting to bud into breasts, for feeding her baby. Anna also promised to let me make a baby with her too, once she has recovered from birthing her father's baby. Of course, she will have as many of our babies as we ask her to have.
My older sister Carrie and I were acting almost like we were married by then, and the childish beds and other furniture in our room had all long since been replaced with a single king-sized bed and adult-style furnishings. Baby Sarah and baby Sam slept in cribs in our room, and Carrie breast fed both of them, while mom played wet nurse for them. Carrie's tits had also grown, to a b-cup size, due to having a baby. Carrie considered trying to fuck stallions like her mother, but when offered a free choice on the matter, she decided to stick with me and her pony as lovers, at least until after she's had another baby or two with me, and at least one with her father.
One year after inviting us to move into her home, my great aunt Sarah called us all into her bedroom, along with her slave doctor. She thanked all of us for our loyalty and service. And then, she quietly died.
A moment later, in Carrie's arms, baby Sarah's eyes turned from brown to green, and began to brightly glow. My infant daughter giggled, cooed, and definitely grinned. And then we all heard the now familiar telepathic voice of aunt Sarah in our minds, saying, "Oh yes! We now shall have so much fun together!"