Trapped in a Family of Deceit and Desire: A Dark Incestuous Love Story

Introduction: Amanda is trapped between the incestuous love of her dad and her baby brother. If you love this shit, rate high, and I'll give you a sequel. =) "Mom, please don't leave?" Amanda begged, as her mother Ann, stood by the door with her suitcases.

"It's only for a few days, dear," Ann said. Then, upon noticing the look of distress on her daughter's face, she became concerned. "Why? Is something wrong?"

Amanda glanced at her dad, Aaron, and her brother, Alex. They had innocent looks on their faces, but she knew just what they would do to her for three whole days, without Ann around to catch them or even school to take up Alex's time since it was summer. They both stood there, looking as angelic as always, and it disgusted her.

"N-no. Nothing's wrong. I'll just miss you," Amanda said.

"Aw, I'll miss you, too, honey. But as soon as the conference is over, I'll be back."

Ann gave her a big warm hug and a kiss on the cheek, then she kissed and hugged Aaron and Alex before leaving the house. Aaron went along with her to help her to the car with her bags.

Amanda stood there, wishing the living room floor would just open up and swallow her whole. These next three days were going to be hell. Alex was standing there, leaning against the door looking at her, and he gave her a sly smile.

"Wow. Wonder what we can do to kill all this free time?" he asked, tapping his index finger against his lips as though perplexed and pondering.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do," Amanda said. "But I know what you can do."

"And what's that?" he asked, giving her a challenging look.

"Go fuck yourself," she snapped.

"Ah, but I'd rather fuck you," he said, with a mischievous glint in his aqua blue eyes. "So much more fun."

Amanda screwed up her face in disgust. Her luck was unbelievable. Hell, her life was unbelievable. She was her dad and brother's sex toy. And she hated it.

Alex was 16 - a year younger than herself. And he was the most good-looking boy at their school. All her friends wanted to fuck him. They'd told her as much. But she knew that if they ever got any real clue as to what Alex was really like, they would detest him as much as she did, if not more. It was a shame, though, that they were all snowed by his looks. They loved his honey-blond hair and his big pale blue eyes and his fake 'sweetness and light' persona. That's all she heard about from her friends. "Alex is such a sweetheart. Alex is just to die for. Alex's eyes are out of this world."

They all wanted to do him. But he didn't want to do any of her friends. And why would he? He got far too much joy out of doing her. And she knew that no matter what she said or how much she protested, their dad would always let him.

He would let him because it turned him on to watch.

And he would let him because he had to. If he expected Alex to keep it secret that Aaron himself was fucking her, that is.

It had just so happened that Alex had walked into the master bedroom without knocking one morning, as Aaron was screwing her into the mattress, having dressed her up in her mother's high heeled shoes and fishnet thigh-high pantyhose. Amanda had thought that she was saved. Alex had always been a bigmouth and he would surely tell. He would be horrified to know what Aaron had been doing to her and he'd immediately go to their mom. He would save her from the degradation she'd been suffering at her father's hands ever since their mom started working so goddamned much and he suddenly decided he needed...attention.

Alex had stood there for a second, frozen in the doorway. In fact, all three of them had frozen.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Alex cried.

"I'm just having some fun with your sister," Aaron quickly explained. "I'm not hurting her, she loves it! Right, Mandy?"

"Uh huh," she'd said, dryly.

"Oh my God, I'm telling mom -"

"No no no, you can't do that," Aaron had quickly said, jumping up and putting on his boxers. He took Alex aside and started talking to him in a hushed tone. Eventually Alex's look of shock and horror had faded into a smug look of calm. Then Aaron brought him over to the bed.

"Turns out you've got a new playmate," her dad told her. "Isn't this great?"

Her eyes went wide with disbelief, but Alex's eyes were full of lust.

It turned out that Aaron had told Alex he could have her whenever he wanted, so long as he kept this all a secret. And it turned out that the arrangement was right up Alex's alley, considering that the little pervert had been secretly jacking off with her panties for a year and had never thought he'd actually get the chance to hump her. Now here he was practically getting a handwritten invitation to do so? He was all for it.

The next thing she knew he had taken Aaron's place between her legs and was pumping her, moaning like he was in heaven. He was instantly addicted to her, just like their father was after the first time he'd had her. That day she had to please both of them over and over. And that's the way it had been ever since.

She was trapped between the both of them and had been for months now. And it was starting to wear her down.

She didn't understand how her dad could want to have sex with her. After all, she was the one that looked like him, having inherited his dark hair and bright green eyes, whereas her mother was blonde and blue. But Aaron had been touching her since she was 12 and had gradually moved up to full sex. The first time was shortly after her 17th birthday. He felt then that she was 'old enough.' He was in love with her, in some sick twisted way. Obsessed with her, even.

Alex, on the other hand, just liked fucking her because he knew she hated it and he knew she hated him. And he was a control freak, a fucking pervert, and a horny teenage boy who liked to get off as much and as hard as possible. And he had told her many times that nothing could beat being buried deep in her tight unwilling cunt.

"Why can't you just admit that you like it as much as I do?" Alex smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Cause I don't. You disgust me," she said.

"Yet you cum every time," he reminded her, unaffected.

She had no defense for that. It was true. And it was the very reason she could never tell anyone what either of them did to her. She always got off.

"Let's just face it - you're my slut," he concluded. "You know, I haven't seen your pretty pussy in a week. And now that mom's out of the way, I think I want you on the kitchen table, legs spread."

"No," she said. "Fuck you."

"Oh you will," he said, and snickered. "Whether you want to or not."

Aaron walked back in then.

He was a tall man, both he and Alex being 5'11, and he kept himself fit. He didn't look his age at all. He was forty but looked more like thirty. His dark hair and light-colored eyes made a stunning contrast, and he had a square jaw and a dimple in his chin. All her teachers got their panties in a twist over him when he came to the school. Everyone said that Alex had "gotten it from his dad" but Amanda didn't think that Alex had 'gotten' jack shit. She just wished he had 'gotten' lost.

"Well kids," Aaron said, with a smile. "Mom's gone. Looks like we're on our own."

"Amanda is being mean," Alex tattled to him. "I want her on the kitchen table and she said no."

"Amanda," Aaron said, and shook his head with disapproval. "Be nice. Alex is always nice to you."

She almost laughed at that statement. First of all, Aaron didn't know half the fucked up things Alex said when he wasn't around. Second, she didn't consider Alex getting her off an act of kindness. He did it because he liked to show her that he could control her, not because he wanted to please her. Alex didn't love her and he never would.

And the saddest thing of all, was that she actually wished he did. Maybe none of this would be so bad if she could just for once believe that he was doing this because he loved her.

"Why don't we all go into the kitchen?" Aaron asked, wrapping an arm around both kids' shoulders.

"I don't want to," she said, firmly, despite the fact that she knew it was futile.

"C'mon, now sweetie, you know how much we love you. You know what we need. Be a good girl, now."

She could do nothing but follow as he walked her and Alex to the kitchen.


Once inside the kitchen both of them were instantly on her. Touching, kissing, removing articles of clothing. She sighed and closed her eyes, sandwiched between them, giving in to her fate as moist lips pressed to her sensitive flesh and fingers probed beneath the lace of her panties and unhitched the clasp of her expensive bra. Aaron took her underwear shopping often. He loved to buy pretty underwear to take off of her when her mother was out of the picture.

"You're just so beautiful," Aaron breathed, cupping her breasts in his warm hands. "More beautiful than anyone."

She hated when he said that, because she felt her mother deserved more. But as his lips pressed to hers and his fingers stroked and grazed her nipples causing ripples of pleasure throughout her body, she just couldn't put any thought towards her mother. She had to make it through this. And making it through was very easy physically, but a nightmare emotionally. She had to make sure not to let her body confuse her mind...or her heart. She had to still know at

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