Dickgirl Family Matters (futa/futa, impreg, incest)

Story by Kuroshio

I've been getting lazy with titles, I know.

Contains rough sex, big dicks, big boobs, incest of a twisted sort, creampies, impregnation, moderate underage and heavy duty oral

I heard the hiss in my dream to begin with.

It was a rather unwelcome interruption; I was speaking with the roller coaster when the sky overhead parted and a leaky steam pipe emerged, stretching thousands of feet down before hissing in my ear.

“Sssst!”

Rather unfortunate that I couldn't understand its hissing language, but I really wanted to get back to interviewing the roller coaster and tried to pantomime as much. It didn't seem to help at all though. The leaky steam pipe just hissed again. That was when I shrugged and turned away, only to have it move even closer, practically on top of my shoulder and address me in a most unexpected fashion.

“Tanya, are you awake?”

It sounded like my sister. In fact, exactly like her. And I could still smell the airy peach aroma of her soap. How odd.

That marked my ascent back into the land of the awake and living as I opened my eyes to see Jasmine hovering a few inches away from my face. Our room was bathed in darkness so I instinctively looked at the clock to get an idea of the time. Naturally, I always felt like I'd only barely gotten to sleep, but this time it actually was true: hardly a minute past midnight.

“Jasmine... why are you waking me up?”

“Mom's home!” There was no cause for alarm there; this was, after all, her house. It was hardly a shock she'd return to it on a nightly basis. That earned a dismissive groan from me; I couldn't see her very well, still blinking the sleep from my eyes, but in my mind, I could see exactly the hand and head motions associated with the next flurry of stage-whispered words, “She brought our aunts too! I think they're doing it!”

Oh, well that's a bit different.

My eyes popped openly fully and I sat up straight, “Are you sure?”

“Ya! I'm sure!” I could tell she was nodding as she spoke by the way her voice shifted. It was just like her to forget that it's hard to see in the dark. No biggie though; as threw the covers off and swung my legs over to stand up, my vision began adjusting to the darkness. My sister was slower to rise off her knees, but I could tell she was wearing light colored sweatpants and a rather understated tank top. If it was the baby blue one I knew I'd be able to see her nipples through the material it was so thin.

In spite of being still on shaky ground sight-wise, I led the way out of our room, twisting our doorknob slowly and making sure to lift while swinging it open to keep the hinge from making any noise. The sound of loud conversation was coming from the living room; I remembered Mom telling us she was going for a girl's night out, but she didn't mention anything about her sisters. That was something unexpected.

All the women in our family are pretty well stacked, but our aunts Georgina and Geraldine were busty among even the blessedly buxom. We're talking like natural G-cups on frames just a bit taller than the average woman without being given to being overweight. Of course, those assets didn't ride too high, but they looked real nice; soft and bouncy with this real special way of dominating their frames. There was almost nothing they could wear that would make them look any less outrageously sexual than they already did. Our mom couldn't hold a candle to her younger sisters in the breast department and I have many fond memories of them giving me hugs when I was a little girl, letting me linger with my face pressed into their soft tit-flesh.

As we got closer to the living room, the conversation, while certainly loud and clearly a bit lubricated by wine, seemed to be on the up-and-up. I heard my mom arguing with one of them in that not-quite-arguing-just-loud-and-drunk way, while music played. I looked back at Jasmine and she shrugged, “It sounded like they were doing it when I heard them in our room...”

I gave her a look but pushed on away, fully expecting to see nothing more than maybe our aunts in going out clothes with glasses of wine in their hands and a bit of good natured tomfoolery between sisters. Don't get me wrong, I'd still totally show up for that, the odds a wardrobe malfunction would be incredible and incredibly hot. But that was a far cry from seeing some raunchy incest go down, a fact which I did my best to put out of my head as I continued on, rising from the ninja-like crouch I'd adopted once out of my room and into a more natural walk. However when I got to the corner where the hallway took a turn to the living room, there was a shock waiting for me.

The three of them were all in going out clothes and both my mom and Aunt Geraldine were hosting glasses of red wine in their hands as they vigorously discussed something. That much was a miracle however, because Mom was slouched back deep on t

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