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I've written this story through chapter 40, including the finale. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you're interested. If you prefer to wait, I'll post about a chapter a month here.

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

[The Palmer Legacy Chapter 32]()

The minivan screeched to a halt. Lauren’s vise grip on the steering wheel did not loosen. She wiped sweat from her forehead and looked back at Mary for instructions.

Mary watched Eddie and his women run into his house. She turned around and carefully observed the rest of their convoy pull up to the curb. One car overshot, crossed the sidewalk, and tore up the Owens’s lawn before coming to a stop in some shrubs. They were one car short from the group that had set out from church. Not bad. “Do you know this boy, Paul?”

“Um … excuse me?” Paul blinked at the imposing woman crouching in front of him.

“The boy that attacked us. Do you know him? Do you know where he’d keep his painting? Do you …” It suddenly occurred to Mary that storing her own painting in Paul’s room made it quite vulnerable. How easily could the paintings be destroyed? They would find out soon when they sent the false prophet’s canvas to hell.

“Oh … sure. That’s Eddie Owens. He’s eighteen like me. In the same class. He has a sister.” Paul shrugged. “I guess I don’t know him all that well. He’s never been all that nice to me.”

“Do you know what he did to you at the church?” Mary looked out the rear window as church ladies in various states of undress filed out of their vehicles, shivering in the cold. Mary watched the pastor’s wife bark orders at them, lining the women up on the sidewalk. She smiled. They were showing discipline already. “The spell he put you under, what was it?”

Paul shook his head. “I don’t know what that was. But I smelled something. I think that was it.”

“I think it was …” Shannon curled her lip in disgust, remembering Eddie’s redolence. “It was that boy’s body odor. It was strong, and the smell of it … did something to me, too.”

“Really?” Mary cocked her head. “What did it do?”

“It prevented me from hitting him with a Bible. And …” Shannon’s cheeks flushed in shame, but she knew she had to be honest. “It made me want to protect him.”

“I see.” Mary nodded. “Lauren, was it?” She turned to the driver. “Run out there and tell our congregation to make masks. Everybody must wear protection over their mouth and nose.”

“I don’t understand.” Lauren stared at Mary blankly.

Mary took hold of Lauren’s dress and ripped it from the hem. She tore carefully, the minivan filled with the sound of her efforts. When she was done, Mary held up a triangle of cloth. She tied it over the lower half of her own face. “They must make masks. This is chemical warfare now.”

Lauren nodded. She and Melanie exited the minivan to let the others know.

“Now then, we’ll need a mask for Paul.” Mary could not tear Shannon’s clothes, because the woman was still naked. Instead, she took hold of Paul’s vestments and began methodically ripping.

“He should stay here.” Shannon watched with large eyes. “The horrible boy will put a spell on him again.”

“He can’t stay here, Shannon. Because this is chemical war, as I just made plain, and we’ll need our own weapon in the field.” Mary spoke slowly and with great care.

“Weapon?” Shannon’s forehead creased with confusion.

“Have you not yet guessed at your son’s full power?” Mary finished tearing the vestments and handed Shannon a triangle of cloth for her face. She went back to tearing a new piece. “He has powerful pheromones that attract women and quell men. We’ll need him to do both those things when we enter the Owens’s home.”

“And what if they put a spell on him again?” Shannon looked at her handsome son. She couldn’t bear to think of him falling into another stupor.

“You are his mother, so I understand your concern.” Mary’s smile was thin and tight. She had to have everyone on board before the invasion, especially the Messiah’s mother. “Put fear aside. We have our masks. And his pheromones will continue working even if they put him into a stupor. Did you see how they ran the last time? Our brave ladies were part of that, but so was your son’s scent.”

“Oh.” Shannon took the triangle of cloth Mary presented her, and tied it around Paul’s face. “You even look handsome with a bandit’s mask on.” She kissed his forehead.

“And you look as beautiful as ever.” Paul smiled under his mask and caressed her covered cheek. His mother was developing a black eye. It didn’t diminish her beauty one bit.

“Very good.” Mary nodded. “Let’s talk to the troops.” She opened the sliding door and strode out of the vehicle. She struck a regal, curvaceous figure, her black and white uniform standing out in the fading daylight. “What better day than His birth to celebrate our church’s renaissance?” She projected her clarion voice wide and far. “Listen closely ladies. We are about to rid the world of a particular evil.”

~~

“Kiss me … kiss me again … or I’ll scream … mmmmppppphhhhhh.” Hailey’s hips undulated on top of her brother. Her mouth eagerly accepted Kathy’s magical tongue. The taller, curvier woman sat on her brother’s face. The bed groaned and creaked under them. She wondered if this was how Noah had broken his bed.

“Mmmpppphhhhhhhh.” Noah was in heaven. His sister’s tight pussy swallowed his dick. And he had his face buried in his friend’s sweet and tangy vagina. His hands gripped Kathy’s strong thighs. He could feel her muscles contract as another orgasm took her. He didn’t think they were making too much noise, but it was hard to tell with her legs covering his ears.

After another orgasm passed through her, Kathy broke the kiss. She lovingly held Hailey’s cheek in her hand. “You look … so much … like Noah.”

“Normally … I’d take that … as an insult.” Hailey’s blue eyes were wide and glazed. “But … seeing as how … we’ve both … fallen for him … I …ugh … I … ugghhhhhhhhh … ohhhhhhh … Kathy … he’s flexing it … inside me. He’s … teasing me … with it … and I … eeeeii – mmmmmppphhhhhhh.” Her scream was cut off by Kathy’s probing tongue while yet another climax seized Hailey. As her mind swam in pleasure, she was barely aware of her brother moving under her. She fell sideways without Noah’s cock leaving her, and allowed him to move her onto her back. She stared up at him with adoration. “I don’t need … weed … Noah.” Her smile was manic and lopsided. “I only need … my baby … brother … uuuuggghhhhhhhh … inside … meeeeeeeeee.” She spread her legs wider as he lunged into her.

“You’re making … uh … uh … too much noise … Hailey.” Noah slammed into her with long, even strokes. He looked down at the stretched pink ring of her pussy, valiantly gripping his cock. Just above, her blond triangle was small and neatly trimmed, quite unlike his mother’s wild red triangle. “You need to be … ugh … quiet.”

“I can help with that.” Kathy lay on her hip next to them where she’d fallen when Noah had moved from under her. She sat up. “What do you think?” She turned her ass toward Noah and slapped it. “Do you want to look at my ass …” She turned facing him and shimmied her shoulders, sending her boobs jiggling side to side. “… or do you want to look at my tits when you cum?” She followed his gaze to her breasts and a sly smile parted her lips.

“That’s a tough … choice.” Noah humped away at his sister while he thought. His forehead wrinkled with concentration. “Tits … please.”

“Oooohhhhhhhhhh … yes … Noah.” Hailey writhed on the bed and drank in her brother’s lean frame with crazed eyes. The way his chest and belly muscles flexed with each stroke mesmerized her. “Wait …” The view of her brother was cut off when Kathy swung her leg over Hailey’s face. Hailey reached up and took two handfuls of ass cheek and ate Kathy’s pussy like there was no tomorrow. Who needs drugs? Sex is where it’s at.

“Hey … Kath … uh … uh …?” Sweat dripped down Noah’s nose and splashed on his sister’s belly. “Can you … uh … uh … uh … suck your own … nipple?”

“Sure.” Kathy wiggled her hips on top of Hailey’s face, her eyelids half-closed. “I … can.”

“Ugh … ugh … will you?” Noah’s hips quickened. He paused his thrusts at the nadir of each stroke, feeling the warmth of his sister’s vaginal embrace.

“Will you cum … if I do?” Kathy held her boobs as if testing their weight. “Are you going to knock up … your sister?”

“Mmmpppphhhhhhhhh,” Hailey said into Kathy’s pussy. She didn’t know if she was encouraging her brother or begging for sanity. His cock pressed against an amazing spot, and she decided it was the former. There was no room in her life for sanity anymore.

“I’m going to … uuugghhhhhhh … knock up Hailey … regardless … but …” His hips fell out of rhythm. He watched Kathy lift her breast and lick her black, inverted nipple. It was a spellbinding sight.

Kathy spat out her nipple and licked it, her eyes raised to watch Noah’s face as he came. “Do it … mmmmmmmm … do it … cum.” Kathy sucked the nipple back into her mouth, her eyelids fluttering. Hailey had stopped licking her pussy, but the moment was intoxicating all on its own. Kathy’s hips made little circles, her clit rubbing against Hailey’s chin.

“Cumming … I’m cumming … aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Noah’s whole body shuddered and convulsed. “Hailey … Hailey … aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” He slammed into her and pressed their hips together, pushing her ass into the mattress. He unleashed a torrent inside her.

“Mmmmmppppppphhhhhhhhh.” Hailey dug her nails into Kathy’s ass, and her toes curled in the air. Her brother’s cum was white-hot as it splashed in her womb. The sex had been good at the Keitaro house, but it was better at home. Consequences didn’t matter. She’d spread her legs for her little brother whenever he asked.

Noah collapsed, his face falling onto Kathy’s boobs. He was pretty sure they’d all cum at the same time. “You’re amafffing.” His words were distorted by his friend’s supple flesh.

“You’re … amazing.” Kathy ran her fingers through his hair, and pressed his face into her cleavage. Little jolts of electricity ran from her pussy up her spine. She climbed off Hailey so as not to smother her and curled up next to the much smaller woman. Noah slowly slid out of Hailey and lay on her opposite side. All three huffed and puffed, blissfully staring at the ceiling.

~~

“Oh … gosh … I’m going … crazy.” Paget stared up at the ceiling in her room, trying to catch her breath. She used all the willpower she had to pull her hand away from her vagina. Her fingers were absurdly wet. She wrinkled her nose. Her whole room smelled like sex. She would have to change the sheets before Clive came back up. Clive … she had masturbated while thinking about her eighteen-year-old brother. She had cheated on her stalwart fiancé with an imaginary Noah. She tried not to think about it.

Rising quickly from her bed, she put on her old terrycloth robe. It was much too small for her, but was good enough for the moment. She stood and thought. “First … fresh air. Then the sheets. Then a shower.” She threw open the curtains and cranked open her window. She then pulled the sheets off her bed and shoved them into her hamper. She’d make the bed again later.

“That’s better.” She breathed in the frigid air flowing through her window. Hands on her hips, she looked around her childhood room. To think she had masturbated in her old bed. What a strange Christmas. She took in a deep breath and let her lurid thoughts leave her on the exhale. She turned and hurried out of the room, determined to take a quick shower and join her fiancé downstairs. 

~~

“What happened?” Axcix regarded the bedraggled crew’s arrival. She noted with some alarm that Eddie was sobbing and the women were battered and bruised.

“Sam wasn’t at the church.” Eddie pointed an accusatory finger at the metal ball. “You lied.”

“You rushed off with such purpose that I did not seek to dissuade you.” One of Axcix’s lenses pulsed a deep crimson. “Your sister is still in the painting.”

“You said she was at the church.” Eddie choked back his tears. He sat on the sofa in the living room, several women rushing about, tending to his wounds with wet washcloths, ice, and Band-Aids. “You didn’t say she was in the painting.” The fear ebbed out of him like a receding tide. Shame rushed in to fill its place.

“She is in the church in the painting.” Axcix would have shrugged if she had shoulders.

“Can you bring her out now?” Lindsey frowned and sat next to her son, patting his hand. “What if something happened to the painting when she’s inside?” There had been so much violence lately, Lindsey couldn’t help but have such thoughts.

“Your daughter would be destroyed.” Axcix tried to be patient. “That is why I put her in there. Her friends will not harm the painting so long as she occupies it. Do you see? Just like she would not destroy the painting while you were inside.” A biomechanical tentacle slithered across the room and gently caressed Lindsey’s cheek. “Now tell me what happened at the church. Clearly something befell you.”

“They followed us here. I saw them parking outside. Maybe we should call the police.” Lindsey brushed away the tentacle and met her son’s gaze.

“No way, Mom. We’re not calling the police.” Eddie lifted his leg and let Debra pull off his shoe and sock. His ankle was already swollen. “There’s no way they’re coming into our home. That would be crazy. We’re safe here. They’ll go away.”

A heavy thump rattled the front door. The noise carried into the living room. Glass shattered in the back of the house.

“Who will go away?” Axcix rolled to the center of the room, more tentacles sprouting from her surface. She took a defensive position.

Lindsey jumped to her feet. “Melvin? Melvin? Intruders! Help!” She realized that she didn’t even know where her husband was. She’d completely lost track of him. In any case, he didn’t come rushing to their aid.

“What are you all waiting for?” Eddie sat up, looking at his women as they stood frozen about the living room, most with fear or confusion written on their faces. “Find weapons. These crazy church fuckers want an ass-kicking. Give it to them!” Spittle flew from his mouth. His eyes were round with rage. The women in the room jumped into action.

“Crazy … church … fuckers?” Axcix didn’t like the sound of that. She didn’t know if any of them were friends with Samantha. And if they were breaking into the house, they were clearly hostile. “I just want to create life,” the alien muttered. “More life.” When she saw the first masked attacker appear in the doorway, she swatted her with a tentacle. Then more arrived. Soon there were too many to swat. Confusion and violence stormed around her. It was quite clear that she was now fighting for her own life.      

~~

“Wow.” Hailey’s expression was awed and distant. “Wow … wow … wow.” She leaned over and kissed her brother on the cheek. She lifted her head a little and kissed him on the lips. Her fingernails ran down his sweaty chest. After a minute, she pulled back, turned to the other side and pressed her lips to Kathy’s. She greedily kneaded the younger woman’s large breasts and pressed their bodies together.

Noah listened to the women make out. Once he caught his breath, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. His cock was now heavy and limp between his legs. He slowly stood and looked back at the bed. Kathy and Hailey were intertwined, their hips slowly rubbing together. He admired them for a while. “Okay. I’m a mess. I’m going to hit the shower.” He picked up his Christmas sweater and held it over his dick in case he ran into anyone in the hall.

Kathy waved goodbye to Noah without breaking her kiss with his sister. Hailey didn’t acknowledge her departing brother.

“Have fun.” Noah smiled. He’d take a shower and then find Paget. If he was going to do what Mrs. Palmer had asked, he had a lot more Christmas cheer to spread.

The hall was chilly, so he ran as quickly as he could. He opened the bathroom door, stepped in, and tossed his sweater in the corner. It wasn’t until he closed the door behind him that he registered that someone was already taking a shower.

“Occupied!” Paget said. She wiped away the condensation on the glass at eye level and looked out. “Noah … what are you …?” Her eyes trailed down his slim body to the long, fat cock hanging between his legs. It was unreal. He was a different animal than Clive. “Oh … gosh.”

“Hey … Paget.” Noah could see the obscured outline of his oldest sister’s wide hips and large boobs. She was built an awful lot like their mother. The siblings stared at each other’s bodies through the shower glass. “So … I’m filthy. And a shower can’t wait. Mind if I join you?” Noah almost cringed at the words. But Eloise had promised him Paget would be interested. It couldn’t be coincidence he had walked in on her.  

In reply, Paget only squeaked. Her brother’s giant penis was slowly rising. Incredibly, it was getting even bigger.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Noah opened the shower door and stepped in. He closed the door behind him. His cock was at about three-quarters hardness when it bumped into her hip. His sister shrieked and backed against the tile wall. But she didn’t ask him to leave. Noah smiled. It was going to happen. He turned his back to her. “Can you scrub me?”

“Gosh … Noah … I’m …” She stood staring at his perfect, youthful skin. He wasn’t heavily muscled, but the shape of his back was masculine. She looked down at his pale butt. It was narrow and nicely rounded. What was she doing? “I can’t, Noah. I’m … I’m …”

“My sister?” Noah’s laugh was a soft calming sound dampened by the running water.

“Yes.” Paget nodded and bit her lip. Her dream was front and center in her mind. She couldn’t see his penis at the moment. She wondered if it was all the way hard, and if so, if it was as big as the one in her dream. “Yes … yes … I’m your sister … and … I’m … um … I’m …” She couldn’t get the dream out of her head. She touched her tummy. She had felt so wonderfully full with Noah’s dream penis inside her.

“You’re engaged to Clive?” Noah shook his ass in her direction. “You’re also not scrubbing.”

“Yes … I’m engaged … to Clive.” Paget absentmindedly squirted some bodywash into her hands and tentatively reached for her brother. She pulled on his shoulder so that he was out of the water and placed her hands on his back. The warmth of his skin moved through her fingertips. She scrubbed, trying to be as businesslike as possible while sharing the shower with her ridiculously well-hung brother. “I’m just going to wash your back. That’s all.” She shivered. A flashback of the pleasure she’d dreamt she felt with him between her legs hit her and quickly dissipated.

“That’s all I asked for.” Noah leaned his hands against the wall. It seemed Eloise hadn’t turned his sister into a sex-crazed monster. But she was much more receptive to sharing the shower than she should have been. He decided to proceed slowly. “Also, can you wash my butt?” Maybe not that slowly.

“Gross, Noah.” She continued to rub his back. She was thankful that his head was turned, and he couldn’t see her breasts shake with her vigorous arm movements. His position allowed her to cling to some sense of modesty.

“I’m not disgusting or anything. Just sweaty.” Noah shook his butt at her again, smiling to himself. “Be a good big sister and give it a scrub.”

Paget sighed heavily, making her distaste known. Then her hands slowly moved down to the round cheeks of his butt. Is this cheating? If Clive were to come upstairs that very moment and walk into the bathroom, would he understand? Probably not. She tried not to think about it. Instead, she focused on how firm and meaty Noah’s globes felt under her hands. He was two inches shorter than her, so she had to bend down to scrub really well. “There, all clean.” She moved her hands up to his back, lingering on the soft curve just above his butt.

“I told you it’s just sweat.” Noah looked back over his shoulder. His sister’s expression was smitten. Her pupils were large, her face ashen, and her red hair was plastered to her skull. Her freckles stood out in the dim light. “Can you wash the crack, please?”

“You want me to …?” She looked into his eyes. He seemed so calm and self-assured, like this was the most natural thing in the world. It made her doubt her reluctance. Maybe this was the most natural thing in the world. “… wash your … crack?”

“Yeah, you know. Between my butt cheeks.” He leaned back and rubbed his butt against her thigh, so that the contact separated his cheeks a little. “Go on.” He straightened up and waited, feeling her fingers slowly withdraw from his back. At first, he thought he had pushed her too far, but she was just getting more bodywash.

“Okay … I’ll clean … your crack.” With a loud squirt, she put more bodywash in her hands. Her fingers trembled as they returned to the curve of his ass. Slowly, she worked her way to his crack, starting at the top and working her fingers down as the crevice got deeper and deeper. “Like this?”

“You’re doing great.” Noah nodded. “So clean.”

“I’ve never done this for someone else,” Paget whispered.

“I guess in some ways we’re closer now than you and Clive.” Noah couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He was glad he was facing away from her again, he didn’t want her to see how much he was enjoying it.

“Noah … am I dreaming?” Paget couldn’t fathom how this could really be happening. She worked her fingers deeper between his cheeks, thoroughly cleaning everything. She angled his body so the water fell on his butt, washing away the soap.

“I don’t think so.” Noah shook his head. He felt his sister’s fingers stop just above his asshole. “What are you waiting for?”

“What?” Paget’s heart thumped in her chest.

“My hole, Paget. You have to clean the hole, too.” He tried to suppress his persistent smile, but it wouldn’t disappear. Why was he doing this? He wasn’t sure if Eloise was working through him or what. Before the painting had arrived, he would have never asked any woman to touch his asshole. Certainly not his prissy sister. But it seemed like this was exactly what they both needed to break the ice.

“Oh … gosh.” Paget thought about it. In some ways, what he was asking was even more intimate than sex. Slowly, her finger reached down and found his puckered hole. She swirled her fingertip around it, and then on it. “Does that feel … nice?”

“That does feel nice.” Noah took hold of his turgid dick with one hand and slowly stroked it. “Keep going.”

“Are you touching yourself?” She didn’t need to ask the question. The way the back of his arm moved and the wet sounds he made were unmistakable. She had seen Clive masturbate once, so she knew what it was like. But her brother’s rhythm was much slower than Clive’s, and the strokes seemed way longer judging from the way his arm moved. She was suddenly dying to see his penis, to see his hand moving up and down its great length. Without thinking, she slipped her finger into his hole. She gasped when she realized what she’d done.

“Damn, you’re dirty, Paget.” Noah laughed.

“No, I’m not.” But she didn’t remove her finger. She wiggled it instead, causing him to masturbate faster. “I did that,” she whispered. Experimentally, she moved her finger further inside her brother.

“Whoa, okay. I’m clean.” Noah laughed louder, pulling his hips forward until her finger withdrew. He turned toward his sister, still fapping shamelessly. “Should I clean you now?”

Her eyes widened, but she nodded and turned her back to him. She kept her gaze on his amazing cock as long as she could. His penis was just like in her dream, red and angry looking. When she’d turned too far, she faced the tile. “Okay.” She put her hands on the wall, spread her legs, and looked down at the shower floor between her hanging breasts.

“How much soap do I need?” Noah squeezed bodywash onto his hands. “Are you dirty, Paget?”

“I’m clean.” She longed for his hands to touch her … to scrub her … maybe even do to her what she’d just done to him. She held her breath while she waited.

“I probably wasn’t clear.” Noah squeezed out more soap, the bottle making raspberry noises. “Are you a dirty girl, Paget?”

“Am I …?” Her shoulders tensed. Paget understood. “For you, Noah. For you I think I can be a dirty girl.”

“Good.” Noah scrubbed her back with his hands. He moved up and down the long arc of her spine, paying special attention to the dip at her waist before her curves flared out to her wide hips and heart-shaped ass. But he didn’t scrub her butt.

“Ooohhhhhh … Noah.” Paget lifted herself onto her toes, trying to bring her butt to his hands. She was so close. She smiled with delight when he obliged and kneaded her ass cheeks. “I’m … dirty,” she whispered.

“Do you ever do butt stuff with Clive?” Noah’s fingers slipped into the crack of her ass, mirroring how she’d cleaned him earlier. He slowly worked his way down.

“What?” Paget heard him well enough, but that was all she could say. Why is he bringing up Clive? Her face flushed.

“Did you know Mom and Dad use the kitchen olive oil when they do butt stuff?” Technically, Noah didn’t know if his parents did butt stuff. He was pretty sure they used the olive oil only when his mom was dry. But he wanted to prod his sister. His fingers moved lower. She had a wonderful ass, with springy flesh and a deep crack.

“What!?!” Paget looked over her shoulder with wide eyes. Her brother was smiling at her. Is he serious? “Mom and Dad?” Paget’s eyes got wider when he slipped a finger into her butthole and wiggled it just as she had done to him. “Ooohhhhhhhhh … Noah … that does feel good.” Her hips made slight circling motions as his finger went deeper.

“Merry Christmas, Paget.” He snaked his other hand down to her pussy.

“This isn’t … how I thought … Christmas …would go.” She leaned her forehead to the tile and let him work her most private places.

“Your pussy is so wet.” Noah stroked her lips with his fingers.

Paget cringed at his words. “It’s just … shower water.” That was a lie, although shower water was heavily in the mix.

“We haven’t been close for years.” He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, his cock resting against her ass. “But … you and I are going to be closer than ever soon. It’s a Christmas miracle.”

“Oh … gosh … Noah.” Paget’s hips circled more urgently. What he was saying was true. Just like in the dream, they were going to join together and bond as tightly as a brother and sister could. “It really is a Christmas miracle,” she hissed.   

I've written this story through chapter 40, including the finale. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you're interested. If you prefer to wait, I'll post about a chapter a month here.

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!