Convincing Kendra: Part Two

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 Three: Out of the Bag

Kendra felt as if she should say something as she drove. Maybe tell Marin that she wasn’t mad, just confused and a little disgusted. She couldn’t make the words come out. All of it was too unreal. Over the course of an hour, her entire life had changed irrevocably. Her family was a bunch of incestuous perverts. Her asshole brother most of all.

She had no doubt that it was Pierce’s fault. He’d done something to Hayla and Marsha. Maybe they’d been drugged. That had to be it. Her brother was a vile, contemptible, loathsome shit with a giant dick, who had—a giant dick? Had she really just thought about Pierce’s giant dick?

Oh, God! She had! How could she not think about it, though? It was the biggest, thickest, fattest, most beautiful cock she’d ever laid eyes on. That it was attached to Pierce, of all people, was some kind of joke from the universe.

“You’re thinking about it,” Marin said.

“What?”

“You’re thinking about it,” she repeated.

“I’m not!”

“Then how did you know what I was referring to?”

“Stop it!” Kendra spat. “I don’t want to think about it.”

“I’m thinking about it,” Marin admitted. “Do you think your mom will let me come back over?”

Kendra fixed her with an annoyed glare and said, “Do you think my mom will let you come over? That’s your question? My mom and Hayla are fucking… him! And that’s your question?”

Her pitch had become hysterical, and she gesticulated wildly.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Marin said, taking Kendra’s hand in hers. “All I’m saying is, if you’d spent the whole night having that dick rearrange your insides, you’d probably feel the same way. Kendra, it was—“

“Don’t say it!”

“So—“

“Stop!”

“Fucking—“ Marin giggled.

Kendra shook her head.

“Good!” Marin screeched.

“Ugh! Why?”

“Why was it good? Oh, honey, let me tell you—“

“No! Why do you keep saying it?”

Marin sighed and put her head against the window.

“Because I need to do it again,” she whispered.

“Gross!”

Marin sat back up and put a hand on Kendra’s leg. She pleaded, “You have to talk to your mom. She needs to know that she shouldn’t be jealous. I can come back over.”

Kendra pulled the car into Marin’s driveway and slammed it into park.

“I have to?” she spat. “You’re the one that’s, like, drooling over that fuckhead’s huge dick!”

“You said huge dick,” Marin said helpfully.

“Stop it! I’m not coming in and hanging out with you if you’re just going to go on about his cock!”

“Colossal cock,” Marin corrected with a sigh.

Kendra growled and hit the steering wheel with her palm, honking the horn and surprising both of them.

“Just go inside. I’ll figure this out myself,” Kendra snapped.

Marin looked sad as she got out of the car, took her bag from the back, and leaned back in the window.

“Call me?” she asked.

Kendra huffed and said, “Yeah. Later. Sorry.”

“Nah. I’m sorry,” Marin said and made to leave, but she stopped and looked back in the window. “When you feel it, you’ll understand.”

Then she turned and walked up the drive to the door.

***

Kendra drove aimlessly until the gas light dinged, with Marin’s parting words ringing in her head. She was not going to feel it. Ever. The very idea that Marin would so casually suggest that Pierce was going to fuck her was abhorrent.

Things were bad enough, knowing that her home had become a den of incestuous fucking right under her nose, and she hadn’t even known. To think that they could draw her into that twisted, perverted mess was ridiculous and disgusting. How could she even go home with that happening? She’d have to live with the moans and the banging headboards, as Pierce railed her mother and sister with his huge tool.

However, there were no good options. Did she report it and get her family in trouble? That wouldn’t solve it. Pierce was to blame, not her mother or Hayla. Somehow, Pierce needed to suffer for what he’d done.

She was no closer to an answer or a solution by the time she pulled back in at home. Sitting in the driveway, Kendra stared at her home as though it were a haunted house she was considering staying the night in on a dare. It was a place filled with evil, possessed by a lecherous spirit intent on destroying everything good and wholesome.

But what other choice did she have right now? She couldn’t live in her car and cut off her family. Instead, she took her keys and cautiously walked to the door, where she paused and listened. Had she expected the sounds of the banging headboard to still be continuing, and to be audible from this far away? A flush crept over her as she realized that, yes, she had been.

Kendra opened the door, quietly shut it, and turned toward the awful sounds coming from the living room. She slumped in defeat as she listened to the muted voices, one deep and masculine, the other feminine. Her mother and Pierce. And she had to pass through that room to reach the stairs.

When she peered through the doorway, all she saw was the back of Pierce’s head over the back of the couch, with her mother sitting next to him. The TV was on and displaying a sickening video. It was a close-up view of a woman’s ass, with two large hands holding her cheeks apart. A few thick inches of an oversized prick stretched her anus open lewdly. Her mother and Pierce were watching porno together!

Anger swept through Kendra, and she balled her fists. This couldn’t go on. She needed to confront them, get the truth of it, and tell Pierce exactly what a shithead he was. She’d demand he move out, leave them alone, and get her mother on her side.

She strode confidently into the room, her hot anger wrapped around her like a protective cloak, face burning, and knuckles white with tension. She’d punch Pierce right in his big, beautiful cock, and make him cry like a bitch. Marsha would cheer for her and thank her for freeing them from his evil clutches.

Her battle plan, however, quickly fell apart when she rounded the couch and the eyes of the enemy fell on her. Pierce’s superior, rage-inducing smirk wasn’t even enough to make her raise her fist and follow through. What she actually saw was so much worse from this angle.

Pierce and Marsha were completely nude. Her mother was pressed up against Pierce’s side, her big, naked tits pushed into his arm. Marsha’s hand was on Hayla’s head, and Hayla was also nude. Her younger sister’s mouth was stretched around the girth of Pierce’s cock as she lay across the couch. Her head rested on his stomach, and the asshole was casually pushing the first few bloated inches of his dick in and out of Hayla’s mouth.

Hayla looked transcendent, as if she’d finally found the promised peace within the universe. And that peace was having Pierce’s big dick stuffed into her mouth. Marsha’s hand was on her head, cradling her in place for Pierce to masturbate with. Hayla’s half-closed eyes didn’t even acknowledge Kendra’s presence, so intent was she on worshipping his cock.

Instead of following through with her plan, Kendra simply stood open-mouthed and paralyzed at the sight. It was one thing to hear the sexy sounds of their pleasure through a door. To see it displayed so blatantly in the living room of her home, though, was too much to process. While Hayla ignored her, Pierce and Marsha turned their attention to her readily enough.

“Kendra,” Marsha said, and at least she had the decency to look slightly embarrassed by what was happening.

She even took her hand off Hayla’s head, snatching it away as if that would change what was happening, or somehow hide it. Pierce grabbed his mother’s hand, though, simply said, “No,” and placed Marsha’s hand back on Hayla’s head.

Marsha blushed so deeply that her entire upper body turned pink.

“What…” Kendra croaked, but she couldn’t manage to say anymore.

“Cat’s out of the bag, I guess,” Pierce said. “How’s Marin?”

Marsha’s jaw tightened, and Hayla made a distressed little noise at the mention of Marin’s name.

“Hush, little slut,” Pierce said and stroked Hayla’s hair. Then, in a display that shocked Kendra perhaps more than anything else today, Pierce lightly slapped his mother across the cheek and asked, “What did I say about jealousy? There’s enough for both of you. For all of you.”

The last he said while looking at Kendra. Marsha, instead of berating her son for slapping her, looked down as if ashamed and grumbled, “No jealousy. If I want it, I have to share it.”

“Good girl,” Pierce said and stroked the cheek he’d just slapped.

“You’re… you’re fucking your son!” Kendra blurted at her mother.

Marsha looked past her at the video on the TV. Kendra’s eyes flicked briefly to the sight, where Pierce’s big dick was now fully lodged in the tight, round ass. Her mother’s ass. Kendra’s stomach heaved as the realization came. Pierce was using his sister’s mouth to masturbate as he watched homemade porn of his own mother’s anal violation.

“You’re a… a monster!” she shrieked.

Hayla lifted her mouth off his cock with a wet slurp and said, “Fuck, he sure is.”

Pierce put his dick back in her mouth, said, “Suck,” as if Kendra hadn’t just spoken, and then sighed. It was like she was some petulant child, arguing that it wasn’t fair, and Pierce was the aggravated, responsible adult about to explain the way of the world to her. Her anger flagged momentarily.

“You don’t understand,” Marsha said, shaking her head. “You just need to feel it for yourself.”

Kendra took a step back and said, “Are you fucking serious? You guys are so gross! What the actual fuck?”

There was a knock at the front door that made Kendra jump. The three perverts on the couch seemed unconcerned. Kendra looked around the room in horror, unsure of what to do. Should she throw a blanket on top of them, hide them like embarrassing furniture?

“Why don’t you get that, honey,” Marsha said and then kissed Pierce on the mouth.

She began to whimper as Pierce pushed his tongue between her lips. The knock came again, followed by the doorbell. With a frustrated growl, she left the room and quietly approached the door. When she looked through the peephole, Marin was standing on the porch, wringing her hands.

“Fuck,” she whispered to herself.

Marin must have come to apologize for being a cunt. Kendra opened the door and did her best to look disapproving.

“Um, hey,” Marin said. “Look, I’m, um, sorry for suggesting that you should… you know.”

“Alright.”

“Is, um, your mom home? Is Pierce?” Marin asked.

Kendra glanced back over her shoulder and said, “Why?”

Marin blushed and replied, “I want to apologize. You know, so I can come back over and… and hang out.”

Kendra was dubious. The explanation would have been reasonable, except for the fact that Pierce had put his big dick into Marin. And Marin hadn’t stopped talking about it since.

“They’re busy,” Kendra said.

Marin actually whined and said, “Busy?”

“Busy.”

“Do you think I could wait?”

Kendra’s anger flared, and she snapped, “Sure. Fucking wait!”

She slammed the door in Marin’s face and stalked back to the living room. In the time it had taken to deal with Marin, things had only gone from bad to worse. Hayla was no longer sucking Pierce’s cock. Instead, she was tongue-raping his mouth, and Marsha was in the process of mounting his stiff rod.

Kendra let out a strangled cry that drew Pierce’s attention. His mother put her arms around his neck, and Kendra watched with a twisting, knotting feeling in her gut as her brother’s prick parted the lips of his mother’s pussy and began to stretch it open. She shut her eyes and bit her lip as if taking that thick, meaty rod demanded her total focus. Kendra’s own pussy felt warm, despite her sick stomach. She imagined how it felt, noted the trembling in her mother’s body as she sank down on the cock, and remembered her pleasurable howls from that morning.

“Who was it?” Pierce asked as if nothing was out of place.

“Marin,” Kendra answered robotically, her eyes fixed on the progress of Pierce’s cock into her mother’s welcoming cunt.

Hayla sucked on one of her mother’s breasts. Pierce cradled Hayla’s head and asked, “What did she want?”

“She’s waiting on the porch,” Kendra said.

Marsha had taken half of Pierce’s length and she seemed to struggle with the rest, panting and working her cunt up and down to get the entirety of his meat inside her. Kendra wasn’t a stranger to sex. She’d had sex, even good sex. But Pierce’s pulsing dick was like nothing she’d ever seen. It was a true porn star cock, made for being shown on video, to be displayed and used.

“Kendra,” Pierce said again and Kendra realized that he’d said her name twice now.

“What?”

“What does Marin want?” Pierce asked again.

More of his prick slid into their mother and she convulsed and came, squirting girl cum across Pierce’s lap as she violently quaked. His big hands clung to her ass, holding her in position as her cunt squeezed his prick.

“She wants to come in,” Kendra said hollowly, her cheeks flushed and legs weak.

“Go let her in,” Pierce ordered.

The order was what it took to snap Kendra out of her fascination with watching the progress of his prick into their mother’s depths.

“What?” she snapped.

“Go let her in, cunt,” Pierce said again.

“You want to fuck her so bad, go do it yourself!” Kendra spat and stormed out of the room.

She fled up the steps and slammed her bedroom door, then buried her face in a pillow and screamed out loud.

***

Chapter Four: Pierce's Control

Kendra’s panties were soaked. She lay on her bed with her earphones on, blasting music to cover the sounds of the unreal fucking happening just down the hall. Two hours ago, her mother had screamed like a banshee as she orgasmed dramatically on her son’s cock. An hour after that, it was Hayla, crying out her pleasure from the floor below. Now, Marin was squealing with unbridled ecstasy just down the hall, where Pierce had no doubt left the door open to torture his sister with the sounds of her best friend’s submission to his cock.

Kendra didn’t want to take off the headphones. She didn’t want to hear Marin getting the fuck of her life. Most definitely, she didn’t want to have a wet cunt and soaked panties over it. And she also had to pee.

She kept the headphones on and dashed down the hall to the bathroom, where she shut the door. It was so unfair that Pierce, of all people, was some kind of ridiculous sex god. He didn’t deserve it. He should have a micropenis, locked in a cage, and suffer the ridicule of every woman on earth, while he remained a virgin until he died. It was so unfair.

When she left the bathroom, Marin came stumbling out of Pierce’s room and bumped into the wall, off balance, and looking like the dazed survivor of a bombing. She giggled, squeezed one of her tits, and then saw Kendra watching her from the far end of the hall, looking furious.

“Uh, hey,” Marin said and waved.

“Bitch,” Kendra grumbled and started toward her room.

“Kendra, wait,” Marin called and staggered toward her, tripped, touched the wall for support, and resumed her bow-legged swagger toward her friend.

Kendra didn’t hear her through the headphones and kept walking. She shut the door and flopped back on the bed, but Marin let herself in a moment later. Kendra was silent, angry, flushed, and aroused, as her friend stood nude in the doorway. Marin’s body glistened with sweat and her hair was a complete mess. The evidence of the animalistic pounding she’d just taken was clear to the most casual glance.

Kendra took off the headphones and said, “What?”

“Can I come in?” Marin asked.

“You already did.”

Marin stepped in further and lay on the bed. Kendra wrinkled her nose in disgust, but Marin didn’t seem to notice.

“You had your fun,” Kendra said. “Maybe you should just go.”

“Don’t be like that,” Marin said. “It’s not my fault. Not really.”

Kendra growled and said, “No, of course, it isn’t. It’s my asshole brother’s giant cock. Right?”

“You don’t understand,” Marin said. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

“He’s fucking my mom. He’s fucking my sister! How is this not a concern for you?” Kendra wailed.

“You don’t understand,” Marin said again. “Just go down the hall. Ask him to show you. He’ll do it.”

“I am not going to go ask my brother to fuck me! Are you stupid?”

And that was when Pierce appeared and leaned against the doorframe. Of course, he was naked, and his dick hung down nearly to his knee. Marin fell silent and looked at it worshipfully.

“Get out!” Kendra shouted. “Get the fuck out!”

Pierce frowned and took a step into the room, ignoring his sister’s demand. Kendra got on her knees and was about to protest again when Pierce stopped and stood next to Marin with his cock in her face.

“You forgot something,” he said and hefted his cock to her lips.

Marin opened her mouth and Kendra watched with mute fascination as her brother pushed his dick into her mouth. Marin moaned around the big knob and Kendra swore that her friend’s eyes rolled back in her head. Pierce fixed his sister with his stupid, gloating smirk.

“She didn’t clean her cunt off it,” Pierce explained as he so casually stretched out Marin’s mouth. “Say you’re sorry, Marin.”

“Hm Gry,” Marin mumbled through a mouthful of cock.

“Stop it,” Kendra hissed, her eyes riveted on Marin’s stuffed mouth and aroused flush. “Pierce, stop it!”

Pierce pushed his dick in and out of Marin’s mouth for a few more seconds before pulling it out, leaving a slimy trail of her spit from her lips to his cockhead.

“You don’t have to stop,” Marin said, her voice nearly pleading.

Kendra grimaced with disgust at her dick-whipped friend, while Pierce chuckled and idly groped one of Marin’s tits.

“We can do it again,” Marin said. “You can fuck me again.”

Pierce continued to squeeze her boob and seemed to contemplate it, but his eyes were on Kendra’s abashed face.

“Tell you what,” Pierce said. “I’m not going to fuck you again. Not until Kendra gets on her knees and puts her hands around my dick.”

“But—“ Marin whined.

Pierce squeezed her tit and said, “Not until Kendra gets on her knees, and puts two hands around my cock, Marin.”

The look Marin gave her friend was part pleading and part angry. Kendra sat back. Marin was actually blaming her for Pierce’s refusal to fuck her?

“I’m not doing that!” Kendra stated. “Get the fuck out, Pierce.”

Pierce stepped back.

“Wait!” Marin said and sat up. “Kendra, you can just touch it. That’s all you have to do. You just have to touch it.”

“What the fuck? I’m not touching… him! Do you even hear yourself?” Kendra argued.

Pierce turned to leave, and Marin tried again.

“Please, Kendra!”

“No. Fucking. Way!” Kendra shrieked.

Pierce chuckled and started for the door, took a step out, and Marin got off the bed. She flashed Kendra another angry glare over her shoulder as she followed Pierce out, calling, “Pierce, wait!”

Kendra watched her go in open-mouthed disbelief. It was so bizarre. What the hell had Pierce done to them, to get all three of them so… addicted.

She’d watched it happen, watched him stuff his huge prick into their mother. The ridiculous pleasure was written all over her face, and clearly, Hayla and Marin had felt the same thing. But it was just sex. No sex could be good enough to make someone act like that. Could it?

Kendra got down from the bed on shaky legs and followed Marin out the door. She could save her. Getting her away from Pierce for a while was all she needed. Just some time away from his influence, and her best friend would get her head straight.

The sight in the hallway, however, stopped her cold and blew every thought of saving Marin out of her mind. Pierce had his palms flat on the wall, his ass stuck out, and Marin sat on her knees behind him. She had his butt cheeks parted and was rimming his ass. Pierce, though, was watching Kendra.

“The longer Kendra holds out,” Pierce said to Marin, “the more I’m going to take away from you. If she’s not on her knees by the end of the night, with my dick in her hands, I’m not going to let you suck it anymore, either.”

Marin actually sniffled as she licked his ass, a heartbreaking, desperate sound that tugged at Kendra’s heartstrings. It reminded her of the day Marin had lost her shot at the eighth-grade play’s lead role, after practicing for weeks. Only this sound was worse. So much worse.

The two doors at the end of the hall opened. Marsha and Hayla peered out and then started down the hall. At least they’d put on bras and panties.

“Mom, Hayla,” Pierce said as Marin tongued his butthole. “I’ve got some bad news.”

The two of them looked frightened as they watched Marin rim Pierce.

“Until Kendra gets on her knees and puts her hands around my cock, I’m not fucking any of you.”

Marsha gasped and Hayla whined, both of them turning astonished, angry glares on Kendra. Kendra took a step back. This couldn’t actually be happening.

“Kendra,” Marsha said. “Why don’t you just touch your brother’s cock?”

“What is even going on right now?” Kendra whined. “I’m not touching his dick!”

“Why not?” Hayla blurted. “Why are you being such a… a cunt?”

Kendra reeled back as if she’d been slapped and tears welled up in her eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” she squeaked.

Marin pulled her tongue from Pierce’s butthole and said, “Kendra, please.”

Kendra’s eyes bounced from Marin’s pleading face, which Pierce guided back to her task, then to Hayla’s furious glare, to her mother’s stern expression, and finally, Pierce’s smug, stupid face.

She pushed through the lot of them at a run, shoving her mother aside and taking the stairs down.

“Kendra, wait!” Marsha called.

“Kendra!” Hayla screamed after her.

Blinded by tears, Kendra ran from the house and got into her car. She was able to lock the doors, but her keys and phone were still inside. She hit the steering wheel and growled. The shadows of her half-naked mother and sister filled the open doorway, where they watched her like some kind of mind-controlled sex zombies.

It was like a standoff, but Kendra was in a losing position. Eventually, she would have to come out. She’d have to eat, to pee, and in the morning the summer heat would start boiling the inside of the car. For now, though, she had a little time.

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