Breeding glory holes - Part 4 - Father, son, daughter again

Father. Son. Daughter. A family reunion in dystopian world, for the purpose of breeding. At the very next day, they decide to return to Livia to give her a "real lesson in family care" and the first orgasm of her life. What follows is a very long night, during which Livia will experience things she will truly never forget.

Tags - Incest (Father/Son/Daughter; Brother/Sister), Rape, Glory Hole, Breeding / Impregnation, Bondage & Gagging, Vaginal and Anal Sex, Creampie, Dehumanization, Anal Play / Butt Plugs

Words - 8013

Story sample - The gray, reluctant dawn was pushing through the dirty window of Erik's apartment and painting the dust particles dancing in the air, when the quiet beep of the terminal on his nightstand, not the alarm, ripped him from a shallow, alcohol-soaked sleep. Erik grunted; his mouth had the aftertaste of yesterday's cheap alcohol and a dull pain was throbbing in his head. He rolled onto his side and squinted at the lit-up display. A message. From Kael.

The boy is a fast one.

With a smirk that stretched the stiff muscles of his face, he opened the message. It was short, direct, almost eager. "Hi Erik. Yesterday was... incredible. Would you want to repeat it tonight? Let me know."

Erik read the message again, then a third time. A feeling of dark, paternal gratification in him drowned out even the headache. The boy had his blood in him; there was no doubt about that. No remorse, no hesitation, just a hunger for more. Yesterday hadn't broken him, but awakened him. Exactly as he had hoped.

Somewhere in another part of the city, in another shabby apartment, Kael was sitting on his bed and staring at his own terminal, waiting for a reply. Thoughts were flying through his head like a tornado; he had barely slept because of it, waiting until morning to write to his father. So as not to wake him.

I had to write to him, Kael thought. We have to go there again. That feeling... when I was inside her... and he was watching... I've never felt so strong, so... real.

Erik sat up, rubbed his face, and felt a familiar, heavy desire awaken in his groin. The image of Livia, her reddened, used holes and desperate, muffled sounds, emerged in his mind. And next to it, the image of Kael, his face contorted in raw ecstasy. The perfect family photograph.

He reached for the terminal and his fingers flew quickly across the keyboard. "Son. I see you have a ton of energy. Of course we're going. Be at the gate of the Center at twenty hundred. Today we'll show her what real family care is."

He sent the message and with a deep, satisfied sigh, he fell back onto the pillow. Today was going to be a good day. A very good day.

A reply blinked on Kael's terminal and when he opened it, a hot wave passed through his body. Son. The word burned into his mind like a red-hot iron. His father had accepted him. Not only accepted him, he was proud of him. He was proud of his blood. A wide, almost painful smile spread across his face. Yesterday wasn't just a fling; it wasn't just a drunken mistake. It was a beginning. It was his real christening.

The hours dragged on with a torturous slowness. For Kael, the day in the maintenance workshops of the city's public transport authority was hell. The air was saturated with the smell of ozone, burnt metal, and old grease. The noise of pneumatic wrenches and the screeching of lifts resonated in his skull, but it was all just a distant, muffled hum. His mind was elsewhere.