Convincing Kendra: Part Three

Things around Kendra's home are getting a little odd. Her mother and her eighteen-year-old sister are acting strange, leading Kendra to feel as if she's being left out of some private joke. When her best friend, Marin, starts acting the same way, Kendra is confronted with the awful truth. 

Her asshole brother, Pierce, is some kind of over-endowed stud. He's laid his mother, their youngest sister, Kendra's bestie, and he's intent on bedding the entire household. Only Kendra holds out. What's a big-dicked brother with a raging hard-on for his spiteful sister to do? Put those other sluts to work, of course, and start convincing Kendra. 

Kinks Served: Incest, Betrayal, Seduction, Cock worship, FemChastity, Anal, Rimming, Girl/Girl, Group Sex

Chapter Five: Sex Zombies

Kendra couldn’t imagine a more ridiculous set of circumstances. She was a prisoner in her own driveway, and her prison was a hotbox. The summer night was a hot one, and she couldn’t even roll down a window. Somehow, opening the car door felt like she’d be leaving herself vulnerable.

She imagined her mother and sister dragging her from the car and forcing her to her knees in front of Pierce, where she’d have no choice but to touch his giant cock. All so they could get their fix. Fucking dick junkies.

After three hours, she was sweating and tired. It was after midnight. Surely they’d given up and gone to bed. Marin hadn’t left the house, but she couldn’t possibly be waiting, too. Could she? By now, Pierce must have given up his ludicrous idea of getting her to touch his cock.

Thirst and other needs forced her out into the night, where she sucked in the warm air with relief. Warily, she watched the house for any sign of the sex zombies. Nothing. She went to the door. It was unlocked.

Channeling her inner ninja, Kendra crept into the entryway. Everything was quiet. She made for the first-floor bathroom, then drank from the sink with the door locked. After listening for signs of movement and hearing nothing, she stole back out and went to the stairs.

When she reached the top, she paused, listened, and looked, but the hallway was dark. Her bedroom door stood ope,n and the bedside light spilled across the hallway floor. On the other end, all three doors were shut. She went to hers, peeked inside, and found Marin asleep in her bed.

She shut the door and locked it, then clicked off the light and got in on the other side. Marin mumbled in her sleep but didn’t wake up. Tired as she was, Kendra struggled to fall asleep. It was like trying to drift off under the watchful eye of a predator. If she fell asleep, would Marin awaken and invite the zombies inside, so they could drag her before their god and sacrifice her for their reward?

Kendra awoke in the morning, undefiled, with Marin still sleeping next to her. She rolled over and looked for some sign that it had all been a nightmare. The movement roused Marin, who cracked an eye. Kendra kindly stroked the hair from her friend’s face.

“You okay?” she asked.

Marin sighed and mumbled, “Why won’t you just touch it, Kendra?”

“Oh, my God!” Kendra moaned. “Seriously, dude. Snap the fuck out of it!”

She sat up, and Marin propped herself up on an elbow.

“You don’t understand,” she said, shaking her head. “He’s going to fuck you, and then you’ll know.”

“I am not fucking my brother!“ Kendra growled. “Jesus Christ! Get your head out of his ass!”

Marin reddened with shame, but it wasn’t enough to break her addiction. What level would she sink to, would any of them sink to, in order to please Pierce? How would they degrade or humiliate themselves for his amusement and pleasure, just to get his huge dick fucked into them again?

Marin rolled out of bed with a disgusted grunt and stalked from the room. A moment later, the shower started running. Kendra lay in bed, despondent, until the sound of another door opening down the hall made her sit up.

She clutched her pillow to her chest like a shield, waiting for one of the zombies to come for her. Whichever of them it was stopped at the bathroom door and opened it without knocking. She heard Marin say something, but the distance and the water wouldn’t allow her to make out the words. However, the bathroom door did not shut.

Kendra held her breath as she listened, and a few moments later, she heard Marin moan. The moaning continued for a minute, until Kendra couldn’t stand it any longer. She had to know. As horrible as it was, the sexy sounds, the perverse curiosity, were a train wreck sort of draw.

She crept from the room, into the hall, and then to the open door. Peeking around the door, she saw the shower door open. The spray of the water pelted down on Marin’s naked body, and behind her was Pierce. At first, Kendra believed he was fucking her, but then she saw the length of his cock protrude from between her legs.

Pierce’s hands were on Marin’s tits, groping them roughly as he sawed his prick back and forth between her legs. Marin simply moaned out loud and allowed him to masturbate with her body, her head thrown back, resting against his shoulder.

“Please,” she whined. “Just put it in. Just a little bit.”

Pierce hushed her and continued to molest her tits as he fucked his cock between her thighs. Marin began to hump herself back, trying desperately to get his dick to slip into her, but Pierce wouldn’t let it happen. Kendra couldn’t take her eyes off it. The whole thing was weird and terrible, but watching Marin submit to being a masturbation device was so oddly erotic that Kendra couldn’t look away.

Pierce let loose Marin’s tits and turned her around. Submissively, she allowed him to guide her down, until she squatted in the shower with his fat tool bobbing in her face. She opened her mouth, expecting him to push his dick into it, but Pierce only stroked it above her face.

Marin held her mouth open expectantly, offering him her warm wetness for his pleasure. Her hand went between her legs and she rubbed her cunt as Pierce jerked off in front of her face. He reached out his other hand, guided hers away from her cunt, and Marin whined in frustration.

“No,” Pierce told her. “Not until Kendra is on her knees, with my dick in her hands.”

Marin let out a ragged sob and reached for his cock, but he continued to stroke it with one hand and pushed hers away.

“No,” he said again.

Marin begged, “Please,” through her pitiful sobs, and that was when Pierce hosed her face with a massive, pent-up load of cock cream.

Kendra gasped out loud as his dick plastered Marin’s tear-streaked face with a load so thick and copious that the first shot rocked her back on her heels. She squealed in surprise and reflexively lifted her hands to wipe the blinding splash of goo from her eyes. Pierce batted her hand away and continued to coat her with more cum. The sound of Kendra’s gasp, echoing across the bathroom, drew Pierce’s attention. He grinned, watching Kendra as his firehose of a cock pumped splat after splat of semen across Marin’s already-ruined face.

“Say thank you, Marin,” Pierce ordered as the last gush of cum struck her on the nose.

“Thank you,” Marin said with genuine gratitude. “Thank you so much.”

Pierce slapped his cocklog against her cummy face, smearing the thick goo as he watched Kendra.

“All you have to do is get on your knees and hold it,” he said to her.

Marin’s cum-coated face turned in Kendra’s direction. Her skin was flushed, and she couldn’t open her eyes, but she said, “Kendra?”

Kendra couldn’t reply. Her eyes were locked on Pierce’s dick and Marin’s cummy face. What was she supposed to say?

“Kendra?” Marin said again.

Kendra slowly backed out of the door, turned around, and then flinched back from Hayla, who was inches away.

“Fuck!” Kendra exclaimed.

“Is that Pierce?” Hayla asked, wringing her hands.

Kendra nodded. Hayla brushed past her and entered the bathroom.

“Did you jerk off?” she asked, and her tone was clearly upset.

“You can come and lick it off of her,” Pierce said.

Kendra stopped in mid-step. Had she heard correctly? She turned back and returned to the door. It was just too ludicrous not to look. Sure enough, there was Hayla, leaning into the shower, desperately licking the cum from Marin’s face.

Pierce rubbed his younger sister’s cunt as she cleaned his sperm and said, “No one’s getting any cock until Kendra’s on her knees and holding my dick.”

It was obviously said loud enough for Kendra to hear, as if repeating it enough would somehow manifest it into existence. She wouldn’t give in, though. Even though her pussy was hot and the sight of her sister and best friend acting like sluts was getting to her, she wouldn’t give in.

Kendra jumped and wheeled as a hand suddenly fell on her shoulder.

“Jesus Christ!” she exclaimed in her mother’s face. “What are you doing? You about killed me, Mom!”

“Did you decide to hold his cock?” Marsha asked, a hint of hope in her otherwise worried tone.

“I’m not touching his fucking dick!“ Kendra shrieked. “What is wrong with you? Get it together, Mom. Please.”

Marsha just looked past her, into the bathroom door, where Hayla and Marin moaned as they continued to degrade themselves for Pierce’s pleasure.

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Marsha said hollowly as she tried to look around Kendra.

Kendra continued to block her view and said, “This isn’t fucking normal.”

Marsha finally looked at her, face flushed and her naked nipples hard, and stated, “You don’t understand. If you’d just let him fuck you, you’d know.”

The shower shut off, and Marsha looked disappointed. Kendra took her by the shoulders and forced her mother to look at her.

“This is not normal,” she said. “Mom, come on.”

Marsha’s shame was clear in the way she looked away and refused to meet Kendra’s eyes.

“You don’t understand,” she mumbled again.

Kendra let her go and turned when she felt a presence behind her. Pierce stood in the doorway, naked, drying himself with a towel.

“Hey, Mom,” he said casually.

“Pierce,” Marsha said, blushing, and then followed, “Honey. Do you think… Well—“

Pierce put his hand on her cheek and said, “Until Kendra gets on her knees and holds my cock, I’m not going to fuck you.”

“But—“ Marsha whined.

Pierce cut her off and said, “Why don’t you lick Hayla’s cunt for me, and I’ll let you jerk me off after lunch?”

Kendra made a disgusted, strangled noise, and Pierce winked at her.

“Really?” Marsha blubbered, nearly tearing up with relief.

“Yeah, Mom. You can jerk me off. If you rim let Marin rim your asshole, too, I’ll think about letting you suck it tonight. Alright?”

“O—Okay!” Marsha agreed.

Pierce put a hand on Kendra’s shoulder, and she jerked, but she couldn’t make herself pull away.

“Unless Kendra’s ready to hold my cock,” he said.

Marsha looked at her, pleading.

“I’m… not yet,” Kendra said.

“Soon,” said Pierce, and squeezed her shoulder.

He let her go, motioned for Hayla and Marin to follow him, and the three of them walked down the hall into Pierce’s bedroom. They left the door open. Kendra watched them go, her legs shaking, feeling dazed. Had she really told Pierce that she wasn’t going to touch his cock yet? Yet? Why did she say that?

Pierce directed his harem from within the room, though it took Kendra a moment to shake herself out of her stupor and follow. Why she followed, she wasn’t certain. It was a compulsion to know, to see, to witness the next depraved and ludicrous act.

The sound of Hayla’s pleasure came from the room, and when Kendra peered around the doorway, their mother was on her knees in front of her youngest daughter. Hayla’s legs were spread, and she held them back, giving Marsha access to her excited cunt. Marsha ran the flat of her tongue up the girl’s slit, while Pierce sat nearby and molested Hayla’s firm, teenage tits. Marin, flushed and ashamed, lay on the floor under Marsha, licking her ass.

Pierce stroked his cock as the three women pleasured one another and watched Kendra in the doorway. Kendra’s eyes darted from one filthy bit to the next, taking in her best friend’s shameful rimming, her mother’s debauched cunt-licking, and her sister’s writhing, naked body. Her gaze then landed on Pierce’s dick, already hardening again as he stroked it in his fist.

Kendra tugged at her collar. The summer heat had invaded the house. Or was she actually getting hot from watching? Pierce gave her his knowing, smug grin, and Kendra’s flush deepened. He knew. They both knew. The awful, depraved sluts were turning her on. Pulling herself away from the scene took an effort of will, but she did it and locked herself in her room.

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