Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep108

Christine woke up that morning like coming out of a haze. It felt like a long time since she'd stepped back and looked at her life. Every day now, her family fucked and sucked. They became one, in an incestuous tangle of cunts and cocks. Penises and pussies. Father and daughter. Mother and son. Brother and sisters. Together in every way they could think of.

United as one in every possible sense.

Christine had fought it for so long. She didn't want to be that family. It felt like weakness. Yet she couldn't stop submitting. And at a certain point she'd come to accept it. She told herself that what they were doing wasn't dirty or wrong. She reminded herself that this was what she wanted.

It wasn't perfect-- nothing ever was. She loved fucking Austin, yes. And being with Lexi had become a neat little treat. But it would be nice if her husband would stop dicking their youngest daughter. Or, at lease, pretended to notice her lying next to him in bed. Both James and Molly were so frustrating sometimes. But that's what families did, right? They let each other down. That didn't mean they stopped loving each other.

Christine was used to disappointment with Molly, honestly. The blonde girl was always such a let down. While Christine was pushing the family to constantly compete, Molly was the one who lagged behind. The fact that James now encouraged that behavior, practically glorified in it, well it made Christine wonder what she was doing with him, as well.

Of course she loved her husband. It was just... After the camping trip, everything was different. Christine saw James in a different light. She'd always thought he was on her side, a supporter to everything she accomplished. Now she knew he was one of them: the people who thought that life was about being good enough instead of being great.

Well, Christine lay in bed that morning feeling great. About her life, her children, and especially herself. Not a problem in the whole world.

so good, she considered cancelling that morning's appointment with Dr. Pulisic. It was hard to believe how much time had passed since the family had raced right from the campsite to his

to tell him? And even if she did speak the truth -- divulge every incident in excruciating, ecstatic detail -- what would he do about it? He'd found nothing wrong with them, physically. Would he sit there and repeat the mantra that they had to

the appointment, if anything just for appearances. So that morning she gathered

with his rumpled dress shirt and thinning hair. He smiled broadly when he saw the family, like they were all old friends. One-by-one, he brought each family member into his office and spoke to them. Christine didn't need to

urges,"

over it,"

like looking

great," Austin

said, "You've helped

She gave Dr. Pulisic the same nervous look back. "There's one more

find what's causing... I

dead end. Even the small leads I originally had have

his eye. The tests had been comprehensive. Had Dr. Pulisic found a different kind of abnormality? Christine knew cancer ran in the family. Her mother

through her mind in a matter of seconds. Every nightmare diagnosis. Cancers, of course. Probably too young for Parkinson's, but she was right in the sweet spot for MS. All kinds of autoimmune disorders. God, she'd taken such good