Incestia [1]

A warm night. A distant half-moon. A home of adobe in the Kassanian remote. A man in the soft rustle of sexual motion, the only whisper of sound in a clandestine setting for a necessary coupling.

Necessary? Yes. But also illegal.

And yet, it continued. Slowly. Lewdly. The man moved in obscene cadence, pushing in and pulling back, his erect tool slow-plowing like a tiller before seed. His back arched and his loins swiveled as guttural moans emanated in his depths.

Criminal. Criminal copulation.

And, there were witnesses. Four of them.

Two young girls sat close. They watched. Two weeks before, they would have fled such an idea, but things had changed and so had their understanding.

They were not ordinary girls.

These were the man’s own daughters.

Two other witnesses were Avan Volka, the man’s brother, and Xia Zan, a roundish Asian woman who toted a leather bag. They were acquaintances who lived apart in the nearby nation of Incestia.

The daughters were pretty with petite features, aqua eyes, golden hair that wisped past their shoulders, and virtues of untouched innocence. While few would have believed that Verity and Cambria would ever watch their father engage in a sex act, none would have believed they had become part of it.

Under Uncle Avan’s direction, the two had seduced their father with “strong drink”, a mixture of alcohol and passion berry. They had dressed themselves provocatively and with exotic perfumes and the promise of a prostitute—a mouth-whore—their father had followed them to his bed.

With dancing streams of moonlight and shadowed bedding, they watched and smiled while their father was breaking two of the most strident laws in the nation of Kassan—incest and sodomy; sodomy because the nation of Kassan was the only one in the region that treated penetration of the mouth under that ancient definition.

Illegal? Yes. But also necessary.

In secrecy and darkness, Yuri Volka was enjoying the passions of the mouth-whore yet under the influence of that strong drink, he was unaware of one thing: the mouth-whore he was defiling was his own son, Caci.

The boy was the youngest of the three children. He had an appearance much like his sisters and was nearly as effeminate. He had been willing right from the start, willing to lay side-by-side with is father and receive his father into the depths of his throat, a throat that had been prepared for just that.

Avan had worked with Caci to take it deep although he had not used his own cock since that would have betrayed his brother’s trust. Instead, he had used a dildo and he was pleased to see that it had worked well.

He had told his nieces that it would not be difficult for them to seduce their father because Yuri had not been himself for months and had not been with a woman for just as long, not since their mother had left amid a growing chaos.

And indeed, the seduction hadn’t been difficult. Yuri’s fall from cognition had been fast. His ongoing stupor was fueled by alcohol for what lay behind and fanned by the dread of what was yet to come. In his weakened state, he had obediently followed his temptress daughters to a bedchamber of iniquity.

Verity leaned toward her father. “Do it, daddy. Fuck her!” she said while seeming mildly shocked at her first use of a four-letter word. “She’s a prostitute, daddy, and she’s here for you!”

Yuri was moaning more now as his hard cock burrowed deeper and pulled back before pushing back in with a pace that was slowly building.

Unaware.

Unaware that he was fucking the mouth of his own son.

Cambria was silent. It wasn’t fair! She should have been the one to lay with their father and receive their father’s seed. She was the one who should replace their departed mother and satisfy their father’s sexual needs and even bear his child. Yet, Caci was laying with him instead of her!

She had pleaded with Uncle Avan beforehand but he had staunchly declined and said, “We don’t have time for that! If we don’t get this done soon, the lot of you will find yourselves in the sex markets of Talamira.”

Verity whispered again, “Do it daddy! And, you MUST ejaculate inside of her. You must!”

For quite some time, no one spoke as they watched the incestuous coupling. Yuri’s slow and animalistic undulations began to move with greater urgency. His pace increased a little and then a little more. His moans became more commonplace while his son’s eyes were closed in fervent rapture.

The girls were startled when they saw their father’s hands grasp Caci’s head more firmly and they hoped their father would not figure things out.