*all characters 18 and consenting. Please read parts 1-4 for context. Some themes may seem non-consensual but are purely for plot purposes only. This is the second last part so it may be longer and more plot heavy than previous parts. Enjoy xx

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I couldn’t believe I was stood in Abby’s room about to tell her Mother and I fucked. With flower petals on the floor with my sister’s candle lit body standing sexily in front of me, her hand gently caressing my caged cock I worked up the courage to continue;

“I have something to tell you” I said.

“Yeah I know you already said that, c’mon out with it.” She pressured fondling my balls, her grip slowly getting tighter.

Breathing in deeply I pushed out the air and the words at the same time, dumping them at her feet; “mother took advantage of me, she made me fuck her ass while cage—“ I paused as she ripped her hand away and placed it in front of her face, her eyes welling with tears.

I stood motionless as Abby paced around the room. Turning to me for brief moments pointing and scowling but now words followed. Finally she walked up and grabbed both my shoulders, staring deeply into my eyes as her stained glass eyes cried colourful tears.

“Did you cum inside her?” She asked in a broken tone.

I stayed quiet unable to look at her anymore, knowing my shame.

I powered through and pushed my head upward, knowing that in time she’d come to appreciate my honesty, breathing deep once more I finished; “I came in her ass Abby. I’m so so sorry. You know Mother she’s crazy! She forced herself on me.”

Before I could even finish my sentence Abby began batting me with her fists, the strength all but zapped from her pain. She limply flailed her arms at me before falling into them. I caught her and lowered to the ground as she cried in my arms.

I had broken her heart.

I had to do something, anything! I couldn’t allow this dove to cry. I mustered up the courage to say what I had longed to say but had missed out on due to Mother. Grabbing her puffy, tear soaked cheeks, I felt my heart race and my skin sweat as I said; “I love you Abby.“

Abby, shocked, pushed at my chest, this time with violent force. She stood up and marched over to her bed; “I CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT YOU RIGHT NOW!” She screamed in a hoarse, cried out voice.

Knowing my cue, fearing I’d only make things worse, I left, telling her as I closed the door; “sleep on it. Whatever you need from me, now and forever I’ll do.”

As the door closed and sealed me away from my gorgeous, angelic sister I expected her to run and catch the door, take me into her arms and kiss me. Yet all that I received was the void of sound.

Without emotion the unforgiving door closed auto-locking in place. As I got into bed, wrapping myself in my blankets, my cock still firmly caged in the pink chastity cage, I stared up at my plain white ceiling. Before I could sleep I felt tears fall from my eyes, only now realising the severity of my actions;

Love hurts the most when you lose it.

Waking up in the early Sunday sun, I hoped from my bed, chucking on long bed pants and a baggy long sleeve, a cum stain on the lower half from a sneaky rendezvous between Abby and I early yesterday.

Walking to her room, the air was still fresh and crisp, the tiles of the hallway cold to the touch, I slowly pushed her door open hoping to catch her beauty before she awoke.

To my surprise Abby was already awake sitting intensely on her bed, wearing tight fitting booty shorts and a loose sports bra. Her heavy tits almost spilling from their confinement as she leaned down to type on her laptop.

Seeing me, she gestured silently for me to sit at the end of the bed. Her feet hung over the ledge. Wishing to start her morning off with some pleasure I took her feet into my mouth as I had done multiple times before, sucking delicately on her perfectly manicured toes, kissing her ever so soft feet.

Abby pulled her foot from my mouth and patted the bed beside her, like a rabid pup I dove onto the bed, my dick wiggling like a tail at even the prospect of her smile. She turned to me, planting a soft, romantic kiss on my lips before saying coldly;

“Mother is gonna fucking pay.”

We sat on the bed for the next half hour, recounting my time with my Mother, all the while Abby listened and prodded for more information, mulling over certain parts before asking me to repeat them.

Through this exercise Abby had concocted a devious revenge plan that, in her words, would see us get revenge and secure our future. Abby forced me to think harder about certain moments, it helped her plot. As I spoke I grew harder and harder in my tight pink cage, dripping more and more after each retelling.

“You clear on the plan?” Abby asked for the hundredth time.

“Yeah-“ I said flatly, going over the steps almost robotically; “set up the camera in my room, find Mother, convince her that I’m ready for a ‘real woman’ and get her to fuck me on film, the dirtier, the better.” I finished unenthusiastically.

“Don’t say it so robotically baby.” Abby said tracing her hands across my naked chest. Abby thought that we take our clothes off to formulate the plan, ‘being naked helps me think’ I recall her saying.

As her hands continued their loop da loops across my hairless chest I felt my cock twinge inside the cage, Abby noticing it began to slide her hands down my thin body, caressing me softly;

“So how did she fuck you again?” She prodded coyly, knowing the answer.

“She uh, put my caged cock in her ass.” I said feeling my tension and excitement rise.

“With this cock?” Abby said, lightly shaking the chastity cage; “it’s too bad she didn’t take it out, it’s sooo big and stretches me every time.” She said enunciating each sexy syllable.

Manoeuvring herself in between my legs as she spoke Abby kept speaking; “I bet you said something really sexy when you came didn’t you.” She said licking her finger before sliding it inside her tight, ever so fuckable ass.

Bending over in front of me, she slid another finger in, the fingering pace building in intensity.

“Oh yeah definitely.” I lied, as I tried to stroke myself, never taking my eyes off the show. Grabbing my caged dick proudly she exchanged her fingers for my locked member and sat on it.

Feeling me slide deeply into her, the pleasure would’ve been enough to bust immediately had it not been for the cage. Slowly she began to rock back and forth, my frustration and sexual gratification building in perfect harmony.

Speeding up to a cum inducing speed she spoke again, her sexy accented voice and sultry tones turning my cock into a leaky tap of pre-cum.

“I bet you said ‘take my seed you filthy whore—“ Abby said now bouncing with unbiased enjoyment, her thick curvaceous ass smacking against my legs, the sound heaven-sent.

Grunting in agreement she kept speaking “— or maybe you said something more submissive like ‘oh mommy I’m gonna cum.’ She said, placing extra high pitched emphasis on ‘cum’.

The speed picked up yet again, her massive ass slamming down onto me, driving me wild. Yet all I could feel was mild enjoyment, the cage stifling my erection and joy.

“Oh you like that?” She said sensing my member’s love for her cock-hungry asshole. “Enjoy it, come on, cum for me; Cum for Mommy.”

Mommy. That word. That damned, sexy word. I immediately grabbed her ass and squeezed tightly, holding back an orgasm as the word sensually leapt off her tongue.

My brain melted with wild ecstasy hearing that word. Fucking my sister was already the most taboo and extreme thing I had ever done, but fucking my sister, imitating my Mother while calling herself Mommy was a new height.

There was no doubt Abby had sensed the change, speeding up yet again she rode me like a wild stallion bringing me to the precipice of elation. As I was nearing crossing the finish line she screamed; “what do you say?!”

“Oh mommy I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum mommy oh fuck.”

With some methodical and heavy last twerks of her ass I blew my load; feeling the warm cum get trapped within the cage, barely able to escape.

I thrust and trust to match her speed but couldn’t achieve the full height of a regular orgasm. Frustrated but wildly turned I watched as Abby spun around, her pussy now facing my face.

She threw her fingers inside her dripping vagina and fucked herself with a ferocity unrivalled. I watched in awe as she moaned loudly, taking her hand out to work on her clit.

Using her own soaking wet pussy juices as lube she rubbed vigorously, her mouth agape with pleasure, throwing her head back i watched and was privileged to feel her squirt all over me.

The spray of her juices shot up onto my legs, cock and balls, a fraction landing on my stomach. She continued even still, rubbing herself near violently as she heaved in air.

After seconds of riding her orgasm high she slowed her pace, taking her hand off and sighing in awe of her own abilities. Laying there still she began to move toward me, smacking her dripping, cum soaked hand on my face;

“Clean it up.”

Without question I sucked her fingers, licking deeply between them and taking them far into my throat. With each lick my mouth experienced paradise and my mind flooded with euphoria; oh how amazing she tastes!

It wasn’t long before her hand was cleaned and through cutesy giggles she backed away, toward her closet. Reaching in she grabbed some clothes and a small red silk rope, a golden key on its end.

Walking over to me, she placed the key in the lock of my cage and switched thusly. The click sending shivers down my spine, slowly and delicately Abby lifted the cum soaked cage off of my throbbing, aching member.

Returning the favour, Abby dove head first onto my limp knob, sucking and licking all the cum off of it and my big bulging balls. The sensation of her hot mouth and warm tongue brought me back from the depths and I felt myself become hard once more; my refractory period infinitesimal.

Once I was cleaned Abby wiped her mouth of my sticky seed and redressed into near-see-through leggings with a g string underneath and a super low neckline green shirt.

Following suit I redressed into my pyjamas and headed for my room. As I left I looked over at Abby, the plan about to be set in motion; we said a gorgeous goodbye. Accidentally speaking in unison we simply said;

“I love you.”

I waited patiently in my room. I had set up my light strips that adorned the underside of my bed and ceiling circumference to glow a dull red. This, I thought, would mask the soft blinking red light of the video recorder Abby had me set up in my closet.

I did a couple of tests; checking the video was working and was capturing the length and breadth of the bed. Edging myself and enjoying the feel of my meaty cock for the first time in as many hours, I worked up the courage to go find Mother.

Tucking my throbbing member into my sweatpants I darted out into the hallway. The afternoon sun poured in from my parents window, looking in, I saw no sign of her. Walking out into the lounge, and then the den I couldn’t see her. Rounding now into the kitchen I saw Mother bent over in the pantry, her ass fully out of her way-too-short deep purple nightgown.

Hearing me approach she stood up out of the pantry and turned to face me. Immediately her attention was drawn to my hard cock which firmly pressed into the thin grey fabric.

“Mmhmmm” mother said as if tasting a flavourful dish. “Are you going to explain that?”

Walking up to her, I threw my hands out, grabbing her supple, mature breasts, feeling their natural weight in my hands.

“I’m ready to try a real woman.” I said giving her boobs a squeeze to emphasise my point.

“It’s about time—“ she said immediately grabbing my waistband, about to kneel down.

Taking my hands off her breast to catch her hands, I gripped her tightly; “not here. My room. More privacy.”

“You just tell Mommy where to go.” She said, eager for my cock.

I wrapped my hand into hers, leading her down the hall. As we passed Abby’s room I looked in, to my surprise she wasn’t there; I wonder where she could be.

Mother had paid no attention and before long we were inside my room. I pushed her to the bed, locking the door. Ripping off my clothes to reveal my insanely hard cock, Mother gasped as she took off her robe, surprised by my size.

I walked up to the bed boldly, as Mother sat up. I slapped her cheeks eagerly with my meaty dick. Understanding the signal she took me into her MILF mouth and sucked deeply.

It felt as if my soul was being pulled via my reproductive system as with every lick I felt my life force change. Fuck. Mother knew what she was doing!

The strokes of her tongue were calculated and purposeful, taking me out of her mouth occasionally to jack me off, keeping me eagerly hard before throwing me deep into her throat, the gagging noises beyond comprehension.

It was beyond difficult to stay focused on the task at hand, even more so to not cum. Feeling the pleasure build a little too fast I pushed her off me cock and back further into the bed.

Diving head first now, I buried my face deep in her pussy, her pubes finely shaven into a sexy landing strip. The hair tickled my nose as I lapped up her leaking liquid.

She moaned deeply grabbing the back of my head and pushing me harder against her vagina. With my nose and mouth trapped I ate and ate, determined to force her to a state of shakes so her hand would release.

Powerfully I licked, her taste a fine, mature wine compared to Abby’s shot glass of ecstasy.

“Ughhh, ughhh” she moaned, her hand falling to her side.

Taking my chance now, I dove free, breathing deeply before replacing my tongue with my cock. I slipped in effortlessly, the sheets of my bed utterly soaked.

Rhythmically I began fucking and grinding into her old, mature cunt. Mother wriggled beneath me with pleasure. Through focused strokes I looked over at the closet, trying to assess if we were in frame.

Ever the showman, I grabbed her and forcefully flipped her onto her back, jamming my girthy cock into her pussy again.

I felt myself smacking up against her dump truck ass, my tolerance and ability to hold my orgasm at bay, a new budding skill. Gripping the sheets tightly Mother moaned louder and louder.

I wondered briefly if Father had heard Mother euphoric cries, which made me pick up the pace out of fear and exhilaration. As I stroked her even deeper it dawned on me that my father had good taste when it came to pussy; this was out of this world.

Deciding to end the video with a bang I pulled out and flipped mother over again. Lifting her into a upright seated position, I stood off the bed, grabbing the sides of her head, her hair matted in my hands, I shoved my dick down her mouth again watching it disappear into the warm embrace of her throat.

I held her head firm and thrust wildly, like a madman on the brink. The pleasure built fast and I felt my balls tingle in anticipation. Mother continued to suck submissively gagging on my cock and searching for air in equal measure.

Feeling the familial feeling of my orgasm deep in my shaft I thrust one final time;

“Fuuuucck.” I said, forcing her head to the base of my shaft, the gags sounding all the wetter as her hands flailed to be released. Ripping my cock from her mouth she gasped and fell back, exhausted.

Following suit I did the same, cuddling up to her instinctually.

“Now that—“ she began, out of breath and panting like a chainsmoker “that is how you fuck. Mommy is so proud of you baby.” She said, patting my head softly, in a delicate approving stroke.

Suddenly the door burst open. Abby stood there, phone in hand, eyes and mouth agape.

“MOTHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Abby said in a perfectly acted shrill scream.

Mother frantically bolted out of the bed, tripping on the clothes that lay beside it. Trying desperately to cover herself she floundered for her clothes before conceding to covering her boobs and vagina with each hand. Caught red faced and red handed Abby continued;

“Wait until dad finds out about this! Or your church?! What will they say? Surely you can’t work at the high school any more Mother if they heard about this! A 50 year old fucking her young 20 something son. I…I…I’m speechless.” Abby said, the tones and pauses played to perfection.

“Now see here…it’s just that…well every boy should know….all good mothers do it….” Mother said, falling over her excuses.

Abby smirked; “now Mother—“ she began, sounding as if she was going off script. “You may think that there is no evidence but I have my phone—“ she said shaking it. “And, ever the voyeur, I bet Jakey filmed it from his closet like the little perv he is.”

Moving to the closet I slid open the door to reveal the camera, still recording, the red glowing light of its recorder almost completely obscured in my red lit room.

“I’m going to talk it over with Jakey, and try to figure out a way you can make this right—“ Abby said her smirk growing. She walked over to Mother and placed her hand on Mother.

With her left hand she pushed Mother onto her knees and then to her back, filming all the while. Pulling her pants down and tugging her g string to the side she squatted over Mothers face.

Petrified and downright defeated Mother simply sat perfectly still. Through sadistic giggles Abby pushed her nether regions onto mothers face and, in a move of pure dominance began to pee.

Her hot steamy piss waterboarded Mother as Abby cackled, zooming in on the visage.

Accidentally drinking some, Mother spat up violently, choking on a mix of spit, air and piss. Before long Abby had stopped, lifting herself to a power stance she stood above Mother.

I watched the gorgeous pair blood-relatives with bated breath. To my surprise yet again, Abby grabbed Mother’s piss soaked hair and pulled her to look at her.

In a wicked, almost evil tone she said; “I’m the Mommy of this house now.”

My dick immediately stood to attention hearing the almost trigger-like word. Abby walked across the room to me, shutting off her video and mine before planting a kiss on me. She smirked wickedly as mother crawled on all fours out of the room; naked and afraid.

Like all our encounters seemed to leave me, I found myself yet again staring at Abby, petrified yet exhilarated. Bitter and angry but ever so infatuated. She was an angel and demon in one; a goddess given a warm body and oh how I loved her body.

Breaking free of the thoughts for a moment I realised that, although evidence in the face of objective lies was good enough for some, many fanatics would deny such questionable things. Stuff that breaks realities and shines light on the true nature of things was rarely accepted.

This was never more true than for with my Father; a stoic, absentee parent who believed in his wife dogmatically. With a new sense of fear unlocked I shot a look at an almost at-peace Abby.

“What if Father doesn’t believe the videos? What if all of this was for nothing. Leverage is only good if you’re dealing with rational people!” I said nearly having a panic attack.

I felt my phone buzz as Abby began to speak; “you don’t have to worry; soon I’ll get everything I’ve ever wanted and you’ll be there to share it with me.”

Trusting in Abby I felt a twinge of relief in my heart and a bulge in my pants. Before long I decided to check my phone. The object of the text message caused my legs to become jelly and I fell quickly to the floor in astonishment.

Abby giggled as I studied the video in amazement, anger, jealousy and outright awe. It was a homemade video of Abby sucking Father’s meaty cock! The sneakily filmed video left me speechless as Abby giggled, patting me on the head in the same condescending way Mother had;

“Don’t worry Jakey I have dirt on everyone…”