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Trans sister, brother and mother Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The next morning, I awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the blinds, my body feeling sticky with the remnants of our shared passion from the night before. Rachel lay beside me, her chest rising and falling steadily with each breath, her naked form a testament to the newfound intimacy we'd shared. My eyes were drawn to her chest, her breasts standing proudly with their puffy pink peaks pointing at the ceiling. Rachel's cock, though not fully erect, was still a formidable size, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and longing for the way it had looked the night before. Her cock began to stir as she shifted in her , the hair around its base catching the light in a way that made it seem almost alive. It grew, inch by inch, filling the room with an air of anticipation that was almost palpable. The soft thump of it against her stomach as it grew harder was a gentle reminder of the power it had over me. Rachel's balls, nestled beneath it, were a sight to behold – plump and heavy, hinting at the potent desire she held within. I reached out tentatively, my hand trembling slightly as it hovered over Rachel's growing cock. It felt like I was reaching for a sacred artifact, something so taboo and yet so alluring that my very soul was on the line. I wrapped my hand around the shaft, feeling the heat and the pulse of beneath the skin. It was alive in my grip, a beacon of our shared desires that I had been denied for so long. Rachel's cock was heavy, a weight that filled my palm and made my own cock twitch with envy. The precum oozed out of Rachel's slit like a clear, viscous nectar, a testament to her arousal. I watched as it grew, the drop growing larger and larger until it finally fell from the tip, landing on her stomach. Rachel's breath hitched, and I knew she was fully awake now. She looked at me, her eyes halflidded with lust, and I knew she was just as lost in the moment as I was. Without another thought, I leaned down and licked the tip of Rachel's cock, catching the last remnants of her precum. It was salty, almost sweet, and tinged with the scent of her arousal. Rachel's body tensed beneath me, a soft gasp escaping her lips as my tongue touched her most sensitive spot. Her hand found the back of my head, her fingers threading through my hair as she gently guided me closer to her. I took the head in my mouth, feeling the softness of her cock as it filled my mouth. Rachel's taste was , a mix of desire and femininity that I couldn't get enough of. I began to suck, my tongue swirling around the tip as I took more and more of her into my mouth. Rachel's hips rocked up to meet me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I pleasured her. More precum flowed into my mouth, and I swallowed it greedily, savoring the flavor of our shared desire. Rachel's cock grew even bigger, pushing against the back of my throat as I deepthroated her. My eyes watered from the effort, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of Rachel's cock in my mouth, the way she was losing control as I brought her closer and closer to climax. Her hand tightened in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. I could feel her body tense, and I knew she was close. Rachel's breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against my face. I grabbed her perfect breasts and knew that this sent her over the edge. Then, with a low moan, she started to cum. Her cock pulsed in my mouth, and the taste of her filled me, hot and salty and perfect. Rachel's orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body shaking with the force of it as I swallowed every drop she gave me. When she was done, I kissed my way back up her body, leaving a trail of wetness in my wake. Rachel's skin was slick with sweat and cum, a delicious blend of flavors that only heightened my own arousal. When I reached her face, I could see the lust in her eyes as she watched me. I didn't hesitate, pressing my mouth to hers, sharing the taste of her climax. Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, and then she kissed me back, deep and hungry. Her tongue danced with mine, tasting herself, and I knew she liked it. It was our first kiss, and it was everything I had dreamed of. Rachel's soft, plush lips melded against mine, and I could feel her cock starting to get hard between us. The sensation was exhilarating, a reminder of the taboo nature of what we were doing. Rachel's hand slid down my body, her fingers wrapping around my own cock. But then, the moment was shattered by the sound of our mother's voice calling from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready, you two," she called out, her tone cheerful and oblivious to the heated scene playing out in Rachel's room. Rachel and I froze, our eyes snapping open as reality crashed back down around us. We shared a panicked look, both of us acutely aware of the precarious situation we were in. "Shit," Rachel murmured, her hand slipping away from my cock. "We can't let her find us like this." She sat up, her breasts bobbing slightly with the movement, and began to scramble around the room. "You go down first," she whispered urgently. "I'll be down in a minute." I nodded, my heart racing. As I descended the stairs naked, I heard the clatter of dishes in the kitchen, Mom's humming muffled by the walls. When I entered, she was standing at the stove, her back to me. Her ass was indeed amazing – round and firm, enormous hips. "Morning, sweetie," she said, turning around with a plate of pancakes. Her eyes swept over my naked body, and she raised an eyebrow. "You're up early," she said with a knowing smile. "And dressed for the occasion." My cheeks flushed as I took the plate. Our mother's gaze was intense, and I could feel her eyes lingering on my cock, which was already halfhard from the excitement of the morning. Rachel's confession had changed everything, my body reacted more to the mere sight of her. "Thanks, Mom," I mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact as I sat at the table. Rachel's nakedness had been burned into my mind, and I couldn't help but imagine her standing there, her cock at halfmast. The sight of her had been like nothing I'd ever seen before, a blend of the familiar and the forbidden that had left me reeling. Mom set a plate down in front of me, her eyes lingering on my crotch. I shifted uncomfortably, hoping she wouldn't notice the effect Rachel's touch had had on me. But as she turned away, I couldn't help but steal a glance at her own naked body. Her waist was indeed smaller, the curve of her hips leading to the swell of her ass, which was even more pronounced without the barrier of clothing. Her pussy hair was thick and dark, a stark contrast to Rachel's smoother skin. The sight of Mom's body was a reminder of the forbidden fruit that had always been before me, yet now, after Rachel's revelation and our shared intimacy, it felt almost like a taunt. Rachel's cock had been so much more... accessible, and I found myself comparing the two, despite the stark differences. Rachel's was sleek and firm, a testament to her and hormones. Mom's pussy, however, was a ripe, luscious fruit, begging to be tasted and explored. Just as I was about to start on my breakfast, Rachel appeared in the kitchen doorway, equally as naked as I was. Her cheeks were still flushed from our recent escapade, and her cock, though not fully erect, was definitely more substantial than it had been earlier. The sight of Rachel's naked body was like a punch to the gut to my mother – it was so unexpected, so... wrong, and yet, it sent waves of desire crashing through her. Mom's eyes grew wide as she took in Rachel's form, her gaze lingering on Rachel's cock, which was already starting to thicken under the scrutiny. Rachel looked at her mother, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance. "What are you doing?" Mom asked, her voice tight with shock. Rachel's cock twitched, a silent answer to the unspoken question hanging in the air. "It's hot," Rachel said, her voice a little too loud, a little too . "I didn't feel like getting dressed." She took a step into the room, and the scent of her arousal mixed with the syrupy sweetness of the pancakes. Rachel's cock was indeed a sight to behold, a stark contrast to the extremely hairy, curveless landscape of her mother's naked form. The kitchen felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Mom's eyes remained glued to Rachel's cock, which grew more substantial by the second under her gaze. Rachel's nerves were palpable, her hand moving to cover her cock selfconsciously before she caught herself. She let it fall away, a silent declaration of her newfound confidence. As Rachel sat down opposite me, I noticed the subtle shimmer of moisture between Mom's pussy lips. A single bead of juice clung to her labia, glistening in the morning light like a dewdrop on a leaf. My cock reacted instantly, standing tall and proud on the plateau of my lap. Rachel followed my gaze, her own eyes widening at the sight of our mother's arousal. Mom's hand trembled slightly as she took a deep breath, visibly trying to compose herself. Rachel's cock, however, was anything but composed. It was now fully erect, a proud and formidable tower between her legs, a silent declaration of the power she wielded in this moment. Rachel's pupils dilated, the room suddenly feeling hotter as the air grew thick with unspoken need. I tried to focus on my pancakes, but the sticky sweetness of the syrup on my tongue only served to remind me of Rachel's cum. Each bite felt like a betrayal, a distraction from the throbbing erection in front of me. Rachel's eyes kept darting down to my crotch, where my own cock was leaking precum and it was flowing down my shaft. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional clink of silverware and the sound of our breathing. Rachel's chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples still erect from our earlier activities. Her cock lay thick and heavy on her thigh, the precum now forming a puddle, a testament to her arousal. Our mother cleared her throat, and Rachel jumped slightly, snapping her gaze up to meet hers. I knew I needed to leave the room before things spiraled further out of control. The tension was palpable, a silent battle of wills and desires playing out before us. I stood, my eyes never leaving Rachel's cock. The precum was a siren's call, begging to be tasted, but I myself to move away from the table. Rachel's eyes followed me, a silent plea for understanding, for normalcy amidst the chaos of our new reality. As I turned to go, a single drop of precum leaked from my cock, hitting the kitchen floor. It was a declaration of my own arousal, a silent confession of the desires that Rachel and my mother had awakened in me. The sight of it, shimmering like a diamond in the harsh kitchen light, made Rachel's cock twitch. Our mother's eyes darted to it, a hunger in her gaze that was impossible to miss. My heart pounded as I hurried to my room, my cock swaying with each step. Rachel's taste was still in my mouth, a sweet reminder of the passion we'd shared. Each drop that fell from me was a beacon, leaving a trail that spoke of our transgression, the smell of sex and desire following me like a shadow. Closing the door behind me, I couldn't help but look back at Rachel, her cock still standing proud, demanding attention. With a deep breath, I sat on the edge of my bed, my legs spread wide to accommodate my own growing arousal. Rachel's room was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where we'd found refuge from the storm of our desires, but now, the tempest was raging inside me, demanding to be unleashed. I reached for my cock, stroking it gently as I thought about Rachel's touch, the way her hand had felt on me, the sound of her breaths growing shallower with each pass of my hand. It was a symphony of lust and longing that played on repeat in my mind. Then my mother suddenly opened the door. My hand froze midstroke, and my eyes shot up to see her standing there, her own naked body framed in the doorway. She took in the scene – me, my cock in hand. Shock registered on her face, but it was quickly replaced by something... hungrier. Her gaze dropped to my hand, watching the way I touched myself, and I could see her own desire reflected in her eyes. My mother's breasts were indeed huge, with areolas the size of small pancakes, the dark nipples standing tall and proud. Her armpit hair was thick and wild, a stark contrast to Rachel's smoothness. And her pussy... it was like nothing I had ever seen before. The hair was a thick, untamed bush, framing her swollen labia that glistened with wetness. The hand on my cock moved faster, the image of Rachel's cock in my mouth making me crazy with need. I knew I was going to cum soon, and the thought of doing it in front of my mother was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Then it happened. My cock started to erupt as she watched from the door, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and hunger. The first spurt shot out, hitting the floor with a wet smack, the second and third following close behind, painting the wood in thick ropes of white. I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Mom took a step back, her hand flying to her mouth. I watched as a solitary drop of her arousal slipped from her labia, hanging for a moment before it too fell to the floor. She looked down, her eyes meeting mine, and I knew she was as lost in this moment as I was. Without a word, she closed the door, leaving me alone with the echoes of our shared desire. I cleaned up the mess with trembling hands, the sticky residue of my cum a stark reminder of the situation I found myself in. The house was eerily quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of the air conditioner and the muffled sounds of life beyond the walls. I listened carefully, and sure enough, behind Rachel's closed door, I could hear the sound of her breathing, the occasional soft moan escaping into the hallway. My curiosity piqued, I tiptoed over to Mom's door, the carpet soft under my bare feet. The buzzing was unmistakable, a rhythmic pulse that grew louder as I approached. My heart raced in anticipation, the thought of what might be happening on the other side making my cock twitch. I pressed my ear to the wood, the coldness of it a stark contrast to the heat coursing through my body. The slurping sounds grew clearer, the unmistakable noise of wet flesh on plastic. I knew what it was. The sound was almost hypnotic, a symphony of need and pleasure that I couldn't ignore. My hand stole down to my cock, which was already hard again from the sounds of Rachel's pleasure. I began to stroke it, the images of Rachel's cock, my mother's pussy, and Rachel's cumcovered body playing on an endless loop in my mind. Rachel's moans grew louder, more frantic, until she let out a series of loud, unrestrained gasps that echoed through the house. She was cumming, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. The sounds from Rachel's room grew more intense, and I found myself leaning closer to the door, my heart racing. And then, like a bolt from the blue, I heard it – Mom's voice, loud and unmistakable, joining Rachel's in a chorus of pleasure. Her moans were deep, almost guttural, a sound that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the house. Rachel's room went silent, the only sound now the harsh, desperate grunts of our mother's masturbation. My hand moved faster on my cock, the image of Rachel's cumcovered body and our mother's nakedness a cocktail of taboo and desire. Rachel's door flew open, and she emerged into the hallway. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her cheeks still flushed from her recent climax. She looked at me, her gaze hungry and demanding. Without a word, she got on her knees and took my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the precum that had begun to leak out. Rachel's breasts pressed against my thighs, her own cock still hard and wet from her earlier release. Our mother's moans grew louder, punctuating the quiet morning like a siren's call. Rachel sucked harder, her hand moving up and down my shaft as she took me deeper into her mouth. Each of her movements was a silent echo of the passion we'd shared just moments before. I watched as Rachel's cheeks hollowed out, her eyes never leaving mine, and I knew she was savoring every inch of me, every sound that escaped my throat. Her own cock lay between her legs, still slick with cum, but Rachel's focus was solely on me now. Her eyes flicked to the door, where the sound of our mother's masturbation grew more urgent, and Rachel's grip tightened, her mouth moving faster. The wet, hungry sounds she made as she sucked me off only served to heighten the tension in the air. Rachel's breasts bounced with the rhythm of her movements, and the sight was almost too much to bear. Mom's moans grew to a crescendo, and Rachel's eyes grew wider, her hand moving to her own cock to stroke in time with my thrusts. Rachel's eyes never left mine, the intimacy of the moment a silent communication of shared desire. Then, with a final, guttural cry, Mom's orgasm crashed over her, and Rachel and I followed suit. My cock exploded in Rachel's mouth, her eyes watering as she took it all, swallowing greedily. As Rachel pulled away, a rope of cum connected her lips to my cock, and she looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with a mix of satisfaction and surprise. Rachel's hand was a blur on her own cock, and with a few more strokes, she too came, her cum spurting out and landing on her budding chest. Rachel's chest was a canvas of our shared climax, a glorious mess of white and pink that only served to make her look more irresistible. Her breasts were a sp