Taylor was Traci’s daughter and Scott’s stepdaughter, but today she wasn’t with either of them — she was at the house of one of Scott’s buddies. He’d always been good to her, always let her tag along on the pontoon boat when he went fishing. She loved laying out in the sun in her little bikinis while he watched from the captain’s chair, pretending not to notice.

Taylor was hot and she knew it. A competitive cheerleader with a tight little body, a bubble butt, and a pierced tummy she loved to show off. That day she dropped by his place wearing frayed denim shorts so tiny they looked painted on and a cropped tank that barely covered her bra. Her tan glowed, her jewelry sparkled, and her smile said she knew exactly the kind of effect she had.

He was in the kitchen cooking when she showed up, leaning on the counter making sure he had a nice view. They talked a while, laughed, and it was easy—she was never shy around him. After all, she’d seen him sneaking around with her mom behind Scott’s back for years.

Finally, Taylor asked him to go get her something she wanted for a camping trip. He laughed and shook his head.

“There’s no way in hell I’m running errands for you,” he told her.

“Come on,” she whined, pouting on purpose. “Please?”

He gave her a long look, dropped his voice. “Only way I’d do that is after I finished doing to you what I’ve been doing to your mom for the last six years.”

Her lips curved into a wicked little smile. “Okay.”

She peeled her tank top off right there, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the floor. With a sway of her hips, she walked toward his bedroom. “Let’s go.”

He froze, staring at her perfect ass as it walked away, then killed the burners and followed. She was leaning against his bed, topless, nipples stiff, a grin on her face.

“Are you serious, Taylor?” he asked, still half in disbelief.

“I’m not standing in your bedroom half-naked because I’m joking,” she said.

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

She slid her arms up around his neck, pulled him down, and pressed her tongue into his mouth. “It’ll be worth it.”

Their hearts hammered as they kissed. His big hands gripped her waist, her tits crushed to his chest. He pulled back one last time. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve wanted this for years,” she breathed. “I’ve heard you with my mom, seen things… I wanted to know what it’d be like if it was me instead.”

That was all it took. He picked her up like she weighed nothing, tossed her on the bed, and yanked her shorts down. The zipper was barely an inch long. A little red thong followed, tossed aside. She was bare, smooth, and ready!

He stripped off his shirt and crawled between her legs, burying his face in her pussy. Her thighs clamped around his head as she moaned, fingers tugging at his hair. He worked her over until she was shaking, then she pushed at his shoulders.
“Your turn. Lay back.”

He helped her get his shorts off, cock springing free, thick and hard. She leaned down and wrapped her lips around him, sucking deep, stroking the base, moaning like she couldn’t get enough. She looked up at him while she worked, spit running down his cock.

“You’re as good a cocksucker as your mom,” he groaned.

She winked with his cock still in her mouth.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

“That’s what I want,” she whispered, laying back with her head and shoulders in the pillows.

She spread wide for him, head propped on pillows, eyes locked on him. He rubbed his cock against her lips, pressed the head into her. She whimpered and winced as he stretched her tight pussy, then gasped as he sank deeper.

“Fuck,” she moaned, nails raking his back.

He started thrusting, building rhythm, her body jolting with every stroke. Her moans filled the room. “Finally,” she gasped, “finally I know what it’s like…”

He flipped her onto all fours, grabbed her hips, and drove into her from behind. Their bodies slapped together, her little ass bouncing back against him. He spit into his hand, worked his thumb into her tight asshole while pounding her. She shivered and looked back over her shoulder, eyes wide.

“You like that?” he asked.

She nodded, biting her lip.

He grinned. “Just like your mom. Just like your aunt Teresa.”

Her head snapped. “Wait—what? You fucked Teresa too?”

He laughed, still driving into her. “Yep. After she got divorced, she was hunting cock. Brought her home one night drunk, made her see God a dozen times. She doesn’t like me—but she sure loved my dick.”

Taylor shook her head in disbelief, then buried her face in the pillow, moaning as he yanked her back by the shoulders and shot his seed inside her. His cock throbbed, pumping a thick load deep into her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, holding her tight. “You feel amazing.”

“You too,” she panted, hair sticking to her sweaty face.

They collapsed together, catching their breath. When he finally pulled out, she curled up beside him, grinning.

“So…” she teased, stroking him back to hardness, “round two?”

He smirked. “Only if you’re ready to take it in the ass.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say no.

He spit into his hand again, smeared it over his cock, and started stroking himself.

Taylors eyes got bright as she knew he was about to destroy her little puckered porthole. 

“Relax for me, Taylor,” he said, rubbing her lower back as she arched, trembling. “I’ll go slow.” He pressed the fat head back against her tight little star.

She nodded into the pillow, knuckles white around the sheets. “Okay… don’t stop.”

The first push made her gasp sharp, her body tensing against him. “Ohh, fuck—”

“Easy… that’s it,” he coaxed, easing forward until the head popped inside of her ass. Her whole body shivered.

“Oh my god, it hurts…” she whimpered.

“Good, pain tells you that you're not dead. You’re taking me better than your mom did the first time.”

Her eyes wide. “She was always vocal when you stuck it in her ass!”

He chuckled, sliding another inch deeper into her snug little hole. “She pretends she doesn’t like it, but she helps guide me into her butthole.”

Taylor moaned, burying her face in the pillow. “Shit… that’s so dirty.”

He rocked his hips, giving her time to adjust, every stroke sinking deeper. When he bottomed out, he ground against her ass, making her squeal.

“Whole family of dirty sluts,” he grunted. “Your mom. Your Aunt Teresa. And now you.”

Taylor twisted her head back toward him. “Teresa likes it up her ass too?”

“Damn right. She was drunk one night, I took her home and I shoved my cock her her ass, she came so hard she cried. Been fucking ever since.”

Taylor let out a shaky laugh between moans. “Holy shit… my mom, my aunt, now me. You… you going to fuck the whole family?”

He slammed into her, making her yelp. “I hope so! Sluts, all of you are sluts. You begged me to fuck you just like your mom does. Just like your aunt!"

She clenched around him, biting the pillow. “Ffffuck… can you slow down a little?"

"Absolutely... not!"

Her body shook hard, an orgasm ripping through her as his cock pounded her stretched asshole. She cried out, bucking against him, juices dripping from her pussy while her asshole spasmed around his shaft.

“Good girl,” he growled, pounding harder, losing control. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up—just like them.”

“Do it,” she begged, sobbing into the sheets. “Cum in my ass, please!”

He slammed her back onto him, balls slapping her as he groaned and erupted deep inside her. Hot ropes of cum flooded her bowels as she whimpered and shook beneath him.

When he finally pulled out, a slick mess leaked down between her cheeks. She collapsed flat, breathing hard, hair stuck to her sweaty face.

“God damn…” he muttered, sprawled beside her. “Three sluts in one family. I’ve hit the jackpot.”

Taylor grinned weakly into the pillow. “Guess it runs in our blood.”