Fucked Up Family Pt. 05

This is it! For reals this time -- the final chapter of Fucked up Family. Enjoy!

Last Time: The Campbell family decided they were all OK with the ongoing family orgy, as long as they were honest with each other about what they were doing. They went back to their daily lives, but their uncontrollable, incestuous urges came with them. And the consequences weren't far behind. Austin has already lost his job, but surely nothing else could go wrong. Right?

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When Molly came downstairs that morning, she found her older brother passed out on the living room couch. He was wearing his clothes from the night before, jeans and a t-shirt, and he was snoring. With the bright sun of morning dripping over him, he looked a bit like a cat, curled up under a sunbeam. A giant, smelly, drooling cat that was probably still drunk from the night before. But still.

She'd heard what had happened. Austin had gotten in a fight at work, over what Molly couldn't imagine. He'd lost his job and come straight home. The family had all whispered about it the night before, but everyone agreed to leave him be for the moment. Molly decided it was best to continue that policy.

The buxom blonde girl went into the kitchen and made breakfast, doing her best to stay quiet. But after she made eggs, ate them, and cleaned up, Austin remained unconscious. He hadn't even rolled over.

Molly went back into the living room and eyed her brother. Sleeping beauty this was not. Still, sometimes she understood what Lexi saw in Austin. He had a nice smile and warm eyes. His body was tight -- cute butt, great abs, all that good stuff. She got a 'he's like Dad but younger and in better shape' vibe from her older sibling. He was hot, Molly couldn't deny that.

But they'd never gotten along or been particularly close. Even in the bad-old Lexi days when they should have had a natural alliance against their bitchy sister, it had been every sibling for themselves. They were just two very different people. Molly was quiet, reserved. She didn't have confidence in herself and she didn't like to show off. Austin was -- quite literally with that gilded mop on his head -- the golden boy who could do no wrong.

Maybe that was the problem: Austin was hot, and he knew it. Some girls go in for cocky, Molly knew. Her mother and older sister definitely did. But Molly wanted someone who could be warm and loving. Who could laugh at themselves sometimes. James was good looking, too, but he never acted like he was better than everyone else. Maybe Austin would grow up the same way, eventually. Molly wasn't patient enough to wait and see.

Regardless, sometimes Molly regretted the relationship she had with Austin. She knew other girls had older brothers that stood up for them, who protected them. She knew girls who worshipped the ground their older brothers walked on, who probably would fuck them if they could. Ironic, then, that Molly was the one who'd actually done it.

The family had all been having sex since the incident at the lake when their mother had given them pills that turned them fucking crazy in every sense of that phrase. They'd come home, seen doctors, changed everything. Yet the incest orgy rolled on. Molly had been with her Dad, her older sister, and even her Mom (a relationship so distant it made Molly and Austin seem like BFFs). But somehow, she'd missed sex with her older brother.

Then Lexi showed up at her door and hooked the siblings up. Screwing Austin wasn't something the blonde girl had ever thought about or really wanted, but there she was -- naked on the living room floor with her brother's bare cock in her unprotected pussy. And she'd liked it. A lot. More than she ever thought she would

It was different, of course. Her father was commanding, directive. Austin was more supportive. Encouraging. Was it possible that the man Molly wanted her brother to be only existed when they were having sex? God that was a strange thought.

Molly didn't hate her brother and she didn't want to start, either. They'd been apathetic most of their lives and it never occurred to her that that might change. A lot of what had happened that summer had been a surprise. Perhaps the feelings most of all. Molly found she cared for Austin, worried about him. If he'd lost his job, if he'd returned to live at home, that meant things had gone badly. Molly didn't know what her brother wanted from life, but she assumed happiness had to be a part of it. Maybe, like a good sister, there was a way Molly could make Austin feel a bit better.

Molly reached over and shook Austin's shoulder. He grunted but didn't wake. She shoved him again. His eyes blinked open. He saw his sister and a look of confusion passed over his face.

"Hey Molly. What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I live here, dingus," Molly said, "At least for a little while longer anyway." School, that thing she'd been racing towards, it hung over her like a shadow now. Molly kept telling herself she was leaving forever. Worse, she kept insisting to herself that she was excited about the idea. It wasn't sticking.

"You know you have a bed upstairs," Molly told her brother, "You don't have to crash on the couch like a vagrant."

"At the time, the stairs seemed a bit too forbidding," Austin said. He grinned and rubbed his head, sheepishly.

"I'm sure someone would have helped you, if you'd asked," Molly said.

"Speaking of which, where is everyone?" Austin asked. Molly caught the implication and was a little hurt. She stuffed it back. You're better than this, she reminded herself.

"Lexi's out running," Molly said. The siblings shared a knowing look. "And Mom and Dad are both at work."

"Boy, I really slept in, huh?" Austin rolled over and stretched. The movement lifted his t-shirt, revealing his sculpted abs. Even when he wasn't trying, he was a turn on.

"I'm sorry," Molly said, "For what happened with your job. I know it wasn't your fault."

"Oh, it was totally my fault," Austin said with a rueful smile, "But thanks. It means a lot coming from you. I know we haven't been the closest."

"I'm glad I can be here for you," Molly said, "I know if it was reversed, you'd totally be here for me, too."

Austin looked at Molly again, like seeing her for the first time. She was dressed pretty casually: a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Molly knew though that even in clothes like that (sometimes especially in clothes like that) her massive breasts and ample ass stood out in a way that could break a boy. Once upon a time, the thought of a guy checking her out would have sent her screaming to her room. Now, she enjoyed the attention. That's right, I'm sexy and no one can stop me.

For a moment, Molly thought about teasing her brother a little more. But Austin, abs aside, was not looking his best in the moment.

"You need a shower, bro," Molly said.

Austin looked down and sniffed himself, like he needed to verify his sister's story. "No kidding," he said, finally, "I think all my clean clothes are still in my car."

"You could probably borrow something of Dad's if you had to," Molly said.

"Sure," Austin said, "Some things, anyway. Not sure how I feel about wearing Dad's underwear."

"Yeah, good call," Molly said, "That would be weird."

Austin got off the couch and limped up the stairs. Molly followed, not even trying to hide what she was up to.

Austin went into his bedroom and found some old clothes that he'd left behind from the last time he'd left the house. He held them up triumphantly to Molly, like a trophy he'd just won. Then he went across the hall to the shower. Molly leaned against the door jamb and watched him.

"Hey, are you OK?" Austin asked.

"Fine," Molly said. She smirked. But she didn't move.

"Well, I'm going to get in the shower now," Austin said.

"Yup."

"So, I guess I'll just, you know, take off my clothes."

Molly didn't say a word.

"OK then," Austin said. He took a deep breath, like he was about to jump off a very high diving board. The blond older brother reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing those delicious abs again. He had a thin line of golden curls that went down the center of his pecs, growing gradually thicker as it headed down his treasure trail.

Austin looked right at his sister again. The implication was clear, but Molly pretended not to notice. Her brother shrugged and unsnapped his jeans next. He pushed them to the floor, then stepped out of his boxer-briefs. Totally naked, Austin stood on display for his baby sister.

OK, so maybe he had a reason to be so smug all the time. Molly ran her eyes up and down his body. She thought of the old meme: Dat ass tho! And those legs! And, again, that chest! Was he her father? No, he was not. But sometimes you don't feel like filet mignon. Sometimes you just want a cheeseburger. And Austin looked fucking tasty.

"Getting in the shower," Austin said, still strangely nervous. Maybe that was part of it too. Molly wasn't used to this side of her brother. This vulnerability.

Austin turned on the water. It choked and hissed. He stood there naked, waiting for it to steam while his sister watched him. Molly didn't do anything. Didn't speak or blink or even breathe. She watched like a jungle cat watches its prey. And got ready to pounce.

Very deliberately, Molly lifted her shirt over her head. She shook her blonde curls loose, which had the added benefit of making her giant tits shake as well. Maybe Austin had a thing for skinny chicks like Lexi or their Mom. But that didn't stop him from staring, gaping, at his little sister's big boobies.

Molly reached down and unsnapped her own jeans. She exaggerated how much they stuck to her full hips. She was wearing nothing but tiny pink panties now. Austin had forgotten completely about his shower.

"Water's getting cold," Molly said. She pointed him back.

"Yes," Austin said. His eyes never left his sister's pink, full body. Finally, he stepped into the shower. He swung the frosted glass door closed behind him.

Molly stood there for a moment. Then she giggled, tossed her panties aside, and hopped into the shower with her brother. She didn't wait to get used to the water or even let Austin react. Molly just jumped him, wrapping herself around her brother, almost tackling the two of them to the ground.

She pressed her lips to his. Wrapped her thigh around his waist. His sparse chest hair tickled at her nipples. Her sex spread against his own.

"Fuck, Molly," Austin gasped.

"That's the idea, yes," Molly said. She closed his mouth with her own. If there was one thing she knew about her brother, more touching and less talking was the way to go.

The hot water was burning her back, so she turned them around, letting Austin take the brunt of it. She traced her hands over her brother. The strength of his arms and chest. She felt herself getting wetter by the second.

Austin did the same to his baby sister, covering the usual areas of breasts and butt. He moved his mouth over and found her earlobe, sucking and biting. Molly gasped -- she didn't even realize she was sensitive there. It was almost as electric as if he'd been licking her nipples. Which was where her brother went next, after a quick stop at the nape of her neck. God, if there was a map to her body online, then Austin had clearly downloaded the PDF. How did he know her body better than she did, herself?

For her own part, Molly tired of touching her brother's impressive body and moved on to the good stuff. One hand on his buttcheek, the other on his cock. God, he felt so big in her hand. Maybe not longer than her Dad's but thicker. Molly wasn't a size queen. She'd figured out that the person attached to the penis mattered a hell of a lot more than length or girth. But she couldn't stop her knees from weakening at the thought of having that monster inside of her.

Molly started to kneel down, to take her brother into her mouth like she did with her Daddy. But she stopped herself. With James, she'd suck him off, then bend over, pliant, and let him have his way with her.

Here she wanted something different. She felt his fingers at her furrow and spread her legs wide as she could give him access.

"Not exactly getting clean here, are we?" Austin said.

"This is way better," Molly said. She used her own hand to press Austin's digits inside of her. He complied with vigor, two full fingers right up her dripping chute. Her body welcomed the invaders with ease. Molly ran her hands down to her clit and began working it at the same pace as her brother's manual pumping. It was good. But she wanted more.

Molly pushed Austin's fingers away and reached for his cock.

"No," he said, showing remarkable self-control. "You first. Then me."

Molly wasn't used to hearing that. Wasn't anticipating her brother's focus on her pleasure. With her father, James just took her -- the orgasm was assumed. Its arrival was like a Japanese commuter train, inevitable. Austin treated Molly's cum more like a persnickety guest that had to be coddled before it would consider visiting.

Well, she wanted different. Molly kept rubbing her clit. She stepped back to give her brother a better view. He smiled at her warmly.

"Yes, Molly. Show me," he said, "Show your big brother how you get off."

Molly dipped her own finger inside herself, much more gently than her brother had. She found her g-spot and worked herself up and back. Watched her brother lazily stroke his own cock, clearly more for her enjoyment than for his.

Molly's body bucked. She slowed her grip and suddenly there it was. Not a massive orgasm. A little cum: a blip, not a blast. But a nice little rush of endorphins that left her leaning back against the shower wall and panting.

"That's a good girl," Austin said, watching his sister's pleasure run through her. Brothers weren't supposed to see their sisters cum. They weren't supposed to know how their little sis stroked her pussy. The way her lip quivered as the orgasm rushed through her. The gasps and moans of sisterly ecstasy.

But then, there were lots of things the siblings shared that they weren't supposed to.

"Your turn," Molly said with a saucy smirk. She turned around and put her hands on the wall of the shower, like she was about to be frisked. Which, she was in a way. She pushed her butt backward, presented her sex to her brother. She looked back over her shoulder. She could see Austin's hungry grin. God, that looked good.

She felt his hardness push at her pleasure center. She flashed back to the last time they'd done this, the way it had felt to have her brother inside her. The way he'd almost... Molly was pretty sure her brother wouldn't impregnate her. She'd thought it through multiple times, and she was almost positive he'd have pulled out if their parents hadn't walked in on them.

Pretty sure. Almost. Was Molly ready to risk that with her unprotected pussy?

"Hey Austin?" Molly felt her brother pause right at the point of attack. The head of his cock barely spearing her nether lips. "You know I'm not, like, safe, right?"

"...Yes," Austin said. That little hesitation made Molly feel good about hesitating. She knew herself, her body, by now. If she didn't trust her brother a little, she didn't trust herself a lot. Molly had begged for her father's cum. She'd wanted it inside her so bad she didn't care about the consequences. If James kicked down the door right then and demanded she take his seed, Molly knew she'd do it. Willingly. Happily.

But Austin wasn't forcing anything. Molly liked that about her brother, intellectually. Sexually, though, it meant she was able to make smarter, though perhaps less pleasurable, choices.

"I think, maybe, we shouldn't put it in," Molly said, "My pussy, I mean."

Austin stepped back. He tried to keep it quiet, but Molly could hear his sigh of frustration. She couldn't blame him. After all, she was the one who'd forced her way into the shower; had jilled herself off right in front of him. If this were Daddy... Molly shivered a little despite herself.

"Don't worry, big bro, there are plenty of other places to put that perfect penis of yours."

"You mean, like, you'll suck me off?" Austin asked. I really must be bad at blowjobs, Molly thought to herself, for a boy to sound that disheartened about a dick lick.

"No, silly," Molly said, "You're staring at it right now." Molly looked back over her shoulder. Her brother gazed down at her, his mouth slightly agape. God, he could be so stupid sometimes. Even Mom admitted that in her private moments. "My butt, silly. Stick it in my big, slutty backside."

"Molly are you sure?" Austin asked. Stupid but sweet, it wasn't the worst combination.

Molly rolled her hips back and forth, shaking her ample ass at her brother. "Don't you want to fuck me in the butt, big bro? Come on, I want it -- need it -- so bad."

That seemed to do the trick. Austin reached back for the body wash. He squirted it all over his cock, then on his sister's butt. He spread it over her brown star, even pushed some in with his finger. Molly felt herself tighten back there, reflexively.

For a moment, the buxom blonde began to rethink her decision. Yes, she'd done anal once before and had liked it, sort of. It had been different, that was for sure. She didn't mind doing it again. But Austin, well, she knew he was even bigger than her Daddy.

She felt her brother's cock head push at her rear entry then... Pop, his head slipped inside.

Oh fuck.

"G... go slow, Aus," Molly gasped.

"Uhn. Uh huh," Austin said. He gripped Molly's ass cheeks like they were the safety bars on the world's scariest ride. "God, you feel so good."

"I know, just... Just be careful, OK?"

Molly felt that familiar 'topple-over' feeling in her head as her brother's dick inched deeper into her ass. She reached back with her hand and started to tease at her pussy again. Her clit was still sensitive from rubbing it out earlier. In fact, her whole system was going haywire. Like her own senses couldn't separate the shocks of pleasure from the stabs of pain. He had to be halfway in now. God, what if he wasn't?

Austin slowly drew back from his baby sister's bum and Molly sighed. She squeezed her sphincter down, trying to increase Austin's pleasure. He groaned, letting her know it was working all too well.

When he got to just the head, Austin slid forward again. Deeper this time. Even more. Was his dick going to slide up her intestines in a second?

"Ohhhhhh," Molly groaned, low and feral. She hadn't even expected the sound to come out.

"That's it, I'm all the way in," Austin said, "I'm balls deep in your butt, little sis." He said it proudly, like he'd climbed a mountain or won a tournament. Molly almost laughed for a moment, picturing the 'fucked my sister in the ass' trophy. Then it was gone and her head tipped forward, overwhelmed by it all.

Austin was still sliding slowly -- taking his time, savoring every sensation. Every push in, Molly felt like the whole world was going to roll over. Every inch elicited those low, animal groans. Maybe anal's not my thing, she thought to herself. But it was too late to change course now. She worked her clit faster. There was a battle inside her between ecstasy and agony. Her brother pushed one end into her ass, while Molly drove the other. A tug of war where both siblings would be winners.

Austin felt the velocity of his sister's fingers increase and took the hint. He began plumbing her ass faster.

"God, Molly," he said. He kept spitting out those little nonsense phrases. "Your ass. So good. Little sister."

Molly wished he'd reach down and grab her tits, like Daddy did, but the position didn't allow for it. And Austin was too focused on the job at hand. Her brother was battering her big butt now. The shower echoed with loud slapping noises as Austin's hips slammed against hers.