Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep45

Last time: While on a family camping trip, the Campbells took some energy pills with some strange and memorable side effects: uncontrollable pissing followed by uncontrollable fucking. Mom with son. Dad with daughter. Brother with sister. After a full day of debauchery, the family thought that they finally had things under control. The next morning, however, they went right back at it. Worse, this time strangers caught the horny household in the act.

Can the Campbells escape their raging desires before things get even worse? Spoiler Alert: No. No, they cannot.

James, his wife Christine, and their three children -- eldest daughter Lexi, middle son Austin, and youngest daughter Molly -- tore down their lakeside campsite like there was a hurricane headed their way. They rolled up the sleeping bags, took down the tents, and stuffed their bags, haphazardly shoving everything into the back of their SUV. No one said a word. No one even dared to look at each other. As if even that small act would pose a significant risk to their safety. The sad part was, it probably did.

I really believed we had this under control, James thought to himself. But then another voice came into his head. No you didn't, you just wanted to believe that so you could fuck Molly again. It's hard to win an argument with your inner monologue, but James tried his best as he foldedthe tentpoles down from long sticks to short, folded piles.

James was clearly conflicted, at war with himself in a way that could only end with both sides losing. On the one hand, he was horrified with himself. With what he'd done. What they'd all done. On the other hand, Molly.

His blonde baby girl with tremendous breasts and fuck-ready hips was rolling up a sleeping bag next to him, putting her tremendous ass on display. James groaned despite himself. His daughter was made for sex and for her Daddy's cock, in particular. It took all of James' effort to focus on tearing down another tent instead of tearing off his daughter's clothes, throwing her to the ground, and filling her with his fuckstick. Filling. Well that was one thing they hadn't done, at least. James wasn't that far gone at least. He still felt relief rather than regret at the fact that he'd managed to not inseminate his youngest daughter's unprotected womb. But even thinking about it... Well, maybe he did regret it. He just knew better than to satisfy that urge.

piss-soaked clothes in the car, not even bothering to repack them. Christine was almost the exact opposite

in fact. James knew that Austin had been with Christine, had seen it with his own eyes. Now he wondered if it had happened again. Mother and son had

if he couldn't stop fucking Molly, why was it fair for him to judge his wife for being with Austin? In fact, it worked out perfectly since it

was a perfect mix of her parents: she had Christine's tight body, deep green eyes, and small breasts. But she

James knew that Lexi had fucked her brother as well as her Dad. And then there was what had happened at the lake. They'd gone there to wash up. To cool down. To prove to

and girl over on

normal life was over. There was nothing left to do but run for help and hope that someone

the back of the SUV. The car looked like it had been stuffed full by a deranged, blind person, but it was finally, completely packed. James sprinted to the car and climbed in. He heard the rest of his family do the same. He didn't even look to check that they were all there. He

James hadn't realized how much he'd been sweating. He felt his chest loosen like he'd been holding his breath for hours. Maybe he had been. He looked over to the passenger seat to share that sense of relief with

cascade of golden ringlets and pale, almost gray, blue eyes. Molly. The beautiful blonde grinned at her father

the backseat and saw Christine, holder of eternal shotgun privileges, had ended up perched in the middle between Lexi and Austin. In the chaos of their escape from the campsite, the

confused eye and she smiled. A bit pained, but still