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    I looked at Mom's sister. Although she must have watched these DVDs, perhaps many times, she was mesmerized by the action on the screen. I didn't know why Mom had send the DVDs to her sister but I was beginning to understand why Samantha had brought them here. I stretched to the far end of the couch and leaned over to open the cupboard door of the small end table where Mom and I had brazenly stashed some of our equipment, right under Dad's nose. I retrieved a set of bracelets and sat back.For a moment, I watched the video but then slid my left hand sideways until my fingers brushed Samantha's. She didn't draw hers away so I pushed my hand on top of hers. A few seconds later, I pulled her hand toward me and casually encircled her wrist with the bracelet. Samantha didn't even look at me. I snapped the bracelet closed and let her hand drop onto the couch. A moment later, I got up and moved to sit on the other side of Mom's half-sister.After snapping the bracelet on Samantha's other hand, I pulled her hands together and laid them on her lap, then returned to the end table cabinet and got a rope. Sitting on the couch again, I threaded the rope through the ring of each bracelet, then calmly stood and did the same for the swivel ring on the ceiling. Samantha ignored me completely.Gently, I pulled on the rope. Samantha's hands slowly lifted from her lap and rose in front of her but she kept her gaze studiously fixed on the TV. I tugged and Samantha rose from the couch until she was standing before me. I pulled on the rope and Samantha's hands lifted, up to her shoulders, then to her head and well over. Holding the rope in one hand, I retrieved the ankle bracelets from the cabinet and snapped them onto Samantha's legs, then threaded the rope through the ring on each and tied her legs off to the legs on opposite ends of the couch. I stepped in behind Samantha and put my hands on her hips, then slid them up the sides of her blouse, following the contours of her waist. I whispered in her ear."Would you like a few slices of orange?"Samantha sucked in her breath in a sharp hiss and, for the first time since the DVD had started playing, acknowledged my presence. "Yes," she husked.I quietly withdrew to the kitchen and busied myself making a bowl of sliced oranges. When I returned, I saw that Samantha's couldn't bring her feet together but was able to rub her thighs together. I smiled and enjoyed the tingling feeling in my groin. It had been a long time since I had been blessed by that feeling. I stood behind Samantha and fed her several slices of orange, smoothing her throat after pushing one into her mouth because I knew she would have seen me do it with Mom. When the oranges were gone, I put the bowl down and returned to stand behind Samantha. Pressing lightly against the back of her skirt, I whispered in her ear."What color are your panties?"Before she could answer, I spoke again."No? You're not going to tell me?"Samantha shook her head. I visited the cabinet again and returned to put a collar around her neck."Tell me," I hissed.Samantha shook her head again.I smiled. She looked like Mom, but she wasn't, and she played the game differently. This was going to be a lot of fun. I pulled down on the rope at the back of the collar and tied it off around her waist. Samantha's head was drawn back but not so much she couldn't watch the TV. I grasped her throat with one hand and brushed the fingertips of the other across her lips."Tell me."She shook her head."Don't make me find out for myself," I warned.Samantha didn't react so I dropped my hands to her hips, then slid them lower, along the outside of her thighs. Stooping, I found the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to mid-thigh level and then straightened up. As I did, I slipped my hands underneath her skirt and followed the inside of Samantha's thighs up to her panties.Fingertips lightly poised on the front of Samantha's panties, I whispered in her ear, "Yellow. You're wearing yellow panties, my favorite."Samantha sighed and, whether she meant to or not, let her mound pout onto my welcoming fingers. I was right of course. Her skirt was brown and I knew that Mom always wore yellow panties when she wore a brown skirt."If you say please, I'll take them off and save them as a souvenir.""Please," Samantha croaked.I tickled the gusset, discovered the groove and teased it vertically with one finger while rubbing across it with another. Pinching the dampish material between my fingers, I pushed Samantha's panties down her legs and left them stretched across the top of her thighs. My plans for teasing her for hours were disintegrating. There was something about her that made me so horny I wanted to fuck her right away. I yanked my hands from under her skirt and quickly undid my belt and shoved my pants and shorts down to my knees. Lifting the back of Samantha's skirt, I pushed my hard cock between her legs, under her ass and above the stretched panties until my rod was pressing along the bottom of her pussy. "Did you come here thinking I would fuck you, Auntie?"Samantha moaned. She was already ready."You didn't really think I'd fuck my mother's sister, did you?"I grabbed the front of Samantha's blouse and ripped it apart, then tore off her bra. I grabbed her tits, not bothering to be the gentle, patient lover she would have seen in the DVDs. I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples roughly."I might film you and show it to your husband. Do you still want to fuck your sister's son?" I growled.In answer, Samantha's legs weakened and she slumped onto my cock and her hips began moving back and forth on it. I peered over her shoulder. "Leave It To Beaver" was just starting on the DVD and Mom and I were getting it on. I was lost. I tipped my cock upward and slid into Mom's half-sister from behind. I don't know why you sent those DVDs to her, Mom, but I'm glad you did.I came to my senses then and managed to do Samantha slowly, gradually building up until the end of the show was near. That's when Samantha lost all the strength in her legs and so did I. I let the rope go slack and fell to my knees behind Samantha, keeping my cock fully ensconced in her pussy. We finished with a rousing, pounding grande finale. I didn't give a second thought to protection. I filled her with a stockpile of sperm built up from almost a year's abstinence. If she got pregnant, she would just have to pass it off as her husband's.For the next twenty minutes, I leaned back, taking Samantha's weight upon me. My cock softened a bit but didn't slip out because her love muscle never stopped moving. Whenever I thought she was done, I would be jolted by a sudden squeeze, or a slow-building pressure grinder along the full length of my cock. I began hardening and moved my hands up so I could strum her nipples. Soon, I took them between thumb and forefinger and teased her by tugging them off her chest. Upon her first whimper, I bulged my cock inside her but didn't offer a full-length thrust until she uttered her first real moan. It was a much longer, restrained fuck but no less intense.After that, I took Samantha upstairs and scrubbed her gently in the shower. While she dressed, having picked one of Mom's blouses to replace the one I destroyed, I got the urge again and took her on Mom's bed. It was a long and tender affair, one that Samantha didn't want to end, probably because she knew we were making love in Mom's bed."Next time, Auntie," I murmured during the afterglow, "I'll make you wait for hours before we do it. I promise.""I have a confession to make," Samantha said. "You've made a mistake. I'm not your mother's half-sister."I pulled my head back and fixed her with a steady stare."You said you were.""No, you said I was. You said your father told you your mother had a half-sister. I simply didn't correct you.""Is this some kind of sick joke?" I demanded angrily, feeling the wonderful glow from our beautiful afternoon slipping away. "You just thought you'd pretend to be my mother's sister after you got hold of those DVDs, to see what i****t might be like?""No. Well, yes, in a way I wanted to see what i****t was like.""Well, you still don't know, you stupid bitch. You have to do it with a relative to know what it's like.""I know. Don't be angry, Heck.""Why the hell shouldn't I be angry. You can't just...you..., wait a minute, how did you get those DVDs?""My mother gave them to me.""Your mother? Your mother? Who..., is your mother my mom's half-sister?""No, Heck.""Then how did she get them? Why would Mom send them to her? Was she a close friend?""No Heck. Slow the fuck down. Listen, they were my mother's, and she sent them to me before she died."I shook my head. What the hell was she saying?Samantha's eyes softened and she reached out to touch her hand to the side of my face. Confusion reigned within my head and I felt my anger toward her dissipating."I'm not your mother's half-sister, Heck. I'm yours.""What?""Your mother was my mother, when she was much younger.""But Mom was never married before. She and Dad met in high school. Mom couldn't have had a baby with another boy. Dad would never...""She didn't, Heck, but she did have a baby, and the father wasn't another boy, he was your grandfather.""Are you trying to say that Mom had her father's baby?""Yes, Heck, that's exactly what I'm saying. My father was your grandfather, and my Mom was your Mom."I collapsed back on the bed and threw my arm across my eyes."I don't believe it.""You know it's true," Samantha spoke gently, climbing over me until she was lying on top. "Make love to me again, b*o," she laughed. "If you've got anything left."Holy shit. My mind was reeling so much Samantha had a hell of a time getting me to rise to the challenge.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So that's how I started another family relationship. Samantha and I took up where Mom and I had left off. One day, upon Samantha's arrival, I noticed Mrs. D****r washing her car and looking longingly our way. I waved her over."That's Mrs. D****r. She's....""I know who she is, Heck.""Oh, of course."Lisa followed us into the house. As soon as we were inside, she turned to face Lisa with cocked hip and a sultry smile on her face. The wig came off and was thrown aside. We all laughed.Hours later, Lisa and Samantha were lying on the carpet, face to face, their bodies wrapped in saran wrap to keep them stuck together. They could barely move but did so continually, both of them working the double-ended dildo between them. I rolled them over until Mrs. D****r was on top and straddled her ass, about the only part that wasn't covered in saran wrap. I pulled the butt plug out and showed it to Samantha. Her eyes widened when she saw it but not as much as when she heard what I said as I sank my cock into Lisa's ass."It's your turn next."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thanks for reading. Please consider voting and leaving a comment.

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