Sierra's Pops had always been meticulous, a man of precise habits and routines that lent order to their small, cluttered house. Every night, after everyone had turned in, he'd make his rounds, double-checking locks and ensuring all lights were extinguished. His eyes would linger on his daughter's bedroom door, his mind wandering to the delicate, unblemished form that lay sleeping within. It had been a year since he had allowed his darker desires to creep from the shadows of his mind and into the quiet corners of his home. He knew it was wrong, but the thrill of her untouched beauty in the moonlit sanctity of her room had become his nocturnal obsession.

Her brother, Jordan, had stumbled upon the secret a few months ago. Twenty-year-old Jordan had his own perverse fascinations, and when he had caught his Pops leaving her room one night, the two men had shared a knowing look that had spoken louder than words. Since then, they had taken turns, their lustful eyes feasting on her body while she remained blissfully unaware, lost in the depths of sleep. The nights grew hotter, their touches grew bolder, but they had never dared to cross the ultimate line—until now.

Tonight, the air was thick with anticipation as they tiptoed into her room. The moon cast a silvery glow across the bed where she lay, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The sight of her, so young and innocent at the ripe age of nineteen, only fueled their depraved desires. They had agreed to share her fully tonight, each taking their turn to claim what they had so long coveted.

Pops approached the bed first, his breaths shallow as he slid the covers down to reveal her bare legs. He couldn't believe he was about to commit this ultimate act of betrayal, but his body was a traitor to his conscience. He climbed in, the mattress squeaking slightly beneath his weight. His cock was already stiff in his pajama pants, pressing against the fabric, demanding release. He leaned over her, his hand sliding up her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin and the softness of her flesh.

Her eyes remained shut as he parted her legs, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. He whispered a silent apology, his hand moving to the waistband of her panties, giving them a gentle tug. They slid off with ease, exposing the pink, glistening folds of her pussy. His cock twitched, eager to plunge into the forbidden warmth. Jordan watched from the shadows, his own arousal growing as he unbuttoned his pants, his cock thickening with every quiet gasp of anticipation that filled the room.

With trembling hands, Pops positioned himself, the tip of his erection nudging at her entrance. He lubed up his cock. He paused, a moment of doubt clouding his mind, but the heat of her body against his overwhelmed him. He pushed in slowly, feeling the resistance of her virginity give way to his intrusion. A soft moan slipped from her lips as she stirred, but she remained asleep, lost in a world of subconscious pleasure. He took a deep breath, savoring the tightness that enveloped him, and began to thrust gently.

Her body responded in its sleep, hips moving slightly to meet his rhythm. Pops clenched his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to ignore the wrongness of it all. The feeling of her wetness, the softness of her inner walls, was too intense to resist. He picked up his pace, the sound of their bodies coming together in the quiet room, a perverted symphony that seemed to echo through his very soul.

Jordan stepped closer, his own breathing heavy. He watched his sister's chest heave with each of Pops' thrusts, her breasts jiggling gently with the movement. The sight of her like this, so open and vulnerable, was more arousing than any pornographic film he had ever seen. He stroked his cock, pre-cum beading at the tip, his excitement palpable in the thick air.

With a final, deep push, Pops reached his climax, filling her with his hot seed. He wished he would have lasted longer but he knew that was a losing battle from the second he entered her soft wet pussy. He remained still for a moment, panting, before withdrawing. He looked over at Jordan, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight, and nodded. It was his turn.

Jordan stepped out of the shadows, his cock in hand, stroking it lewdly. He watched as Pops slipped out of the bed, his own cock still hard and dripping with cum. He felt a twinge of jealousy but knew he'd get his turn soon enough.

"Take it easy, son," Pops whispered, his voice hoarse with lust. "We don't want to wake her up." His eyes glinted with excitement as he handed Jordan a tube of lube. "She should be plenty wet, but use this just in case."

Jordan took the lube, his hands shaking with anticipation. He'd dreamed of this moment, fantasized about it for months. Now, the reality was so much more intense than anything he could've imagined. He climbed into the bed, his cock bobbing with every step, and knelt between Sierra's legs. The scent of their combined arousal filled his nostrils, making his head spin.

He coated his shaft with the slippery gel, his eyes locked onto her pussy. It looked so inviting, glistening with their mixed juices. He leaned in, aligning himself with her entrance. With one hand, he held her thigh, and with the other, he guided himself in. Her body was so warm, so welcoming, it was like sliding into a hot, tight glove. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a groan as he pushed through the last bit of resistance, feeling her inner walls stretch around him.

Jordan began to thrust, his movements more forceful than Pops'. He was younger, more primal in his lust, and he took her hard, his cock slamming into her with each stroke. The sound of their flesh slapping together was like a silent sonnet of depravity. He watched her face, serene in sleep, her features contorting slightly with each deep penetration. He knew he was hurting her, but her body's response was all the consent he needed.

Her hips began to rock in time with his thrusts, a silent invitation for him to go deeper, to claim her fully. He took the invitation, pushing harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass with every plunge. The bed creaked beneath them, a mournful cry of protest against the obscenity being committed upon it.

Pops watched from the side of the bed, his hand moving in his pants. He couldn't help himself; the sight of his son taking his sister was too much to resist. "You're doing it right," he murmured, his voice low and husky with his own desire. "Just like that."

Jordan threw his head back, lost in the sensation of her tight pussy gripping him. "Fuck, she's so wet," he grunted, his eyes glazed over with lust. "It's like she wants it."

Pops nodded, his hand still working his cock. "It's the thrill of the taboo," he murmured. "Her body can't help but react. Keep it steady, don't wake her up."

Jordan nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'll... I'll try," he managed, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax. The feel of her was like nothing he'd ever experienced—so much better than his own hand or any girl he'd been with before. He leaned in, his chest brushing against her soft breasts, and whispered in her ear. "You're so beautiful, sis," he said, the words slipping out unbidden.

Pops watched with a strange mix of pride and horror. He knew they were both crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, but the sight of Jordan claiming his sister's body was too intoxicating to ignore. "She's ours," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Always will be."

Jordan nodded, his eyes never leaving her face. "Yeah," he managed between thrusts. "Ours."

Their incestuous union grew more fervent, the room alive with the scent of sex and sweat. Pops couldn't resist any longer. He leaned over, his own cock now hard again from watching his son violate her, and slowly pulled up her shirt. Her breasts spilled out, their pale skin contrasting with the darkness of the room. They were perfect, just like the rest of her. He leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently.

Her body arched slightly in response, and he felt a thrill of power rush through him. She was so responsive, even in her sleep. He rolled the tip of her nipple between his teeth, tugging at it, feeling it harden under his ministrations. His hand reached down to caress her other breast, his thumb circling the areola before he pinched the nipple lightly.

Sierra's body quivered, her breaths coming faster now, but still, she didn't wake. Jordan watched, his own hips stuttering slightly as he felt his orgasm approaching. He knew he couldn't last much longer, not with the sight of their father playing with her breasts and the feeling of her pussy clenching around him. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against hers, his cock driving into her with all the force of his lust.

"Her tits are so perfect," Pops murmured, his voice thick with desire as he released her nipple with a soft pop. "So firm, so young."

Jordan nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he pumped into her. "They're fucking amazing," he agreed, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. "I love watching them bounce when I'm inside her."

Pops chuckled darkly, his hand still playing with her nipple. "They're like little pebbles, aren't they? So hard and responsive." He gave her breast a gentle squeeze, watching as her body shivered in response.

"Fuck, yeah," Jordan panted, his eyes glued to the sight of their father's hand on her tit. "They're perfect. I can't get enough of them." His strokes grew erratic, his balls tightening with the impending release.

Pops pulled away slightly, his eyes gleaming with a perverse sense of pride. "So firm, so... untouched." He gave it a gentle squeeze, watching as it bobbed slightly in his palm.

"Yeah," Jordan grunted, his eyes glued to the sight of their father's hand on his sister's tit. "They're like little apples, aren't they?" He couldn't believe they were having this conversation, but the shared act of violation had stripped away any semblance of propriety.

"Her pussy's so tight," Pops said, his voice filled with awe. "It's like she was made for us."

Jordan could only nod, his breathing ragged as he continued to pump into his sister. "It's like...fucking heaven," he managed to get out, his eyes glazed with lust.

Pops chuckled darkly, his hand moving from her breast to her hip to steady her as Jordan's thrusts grew more erratic. "It's tighter than any pussy I've ever had," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "So wet, too. It's like she's begging for it, even in her sleep."

Jordan groaned in agreement, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the first spasms of his climax. "It's like she's been waiting for us," he managed, his voice strained with effort. "It's so fucking tight, so warm and wet."

Pops nodded, his hand moving from her hip to her ass, squeezing it gently. "It's like nothing else," he murmured, his own arousal growing again. "The way it grips you, so hungry for your cock."

Jordan's hips jerked, his movements growing more frantic. "It's like she's trying to milk me," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Her body's made to take us."

Pops nodded, his hand moving to his own cock, which was once again hard and demanding attention. He stroked it idly at first, watching his son take their sister's body. But as Jordan's thrusts grew more erratic, so too did Pops' strokes. His eyes never left the sight of his daughter's body, her breasts bouncing with each impact, her pussy stretched around Jordan's cock. The sound of their fucking grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of passion and betrayal.

He felt his own climax approaching, the tension in his balls tightening with every stroke of his hand. He knew he couldn't last much longer, not with the sight of them together. He watched as Jordan's eyes rolled back in his head, his body tense with the effort of holding back his seed. The sight was too much, and with a final, desperate tug, Pops shot his load onto his daughters chest, the warmth of it mixing with their sweat and the scent of sex.

Jordan's hips stuttered, and he let out a guttural groan as he buried his cock deep inside her, deeper, harder than before.

Sierra's body convulsed around him, her sleep-induced moans growing louder as she experienced an orgasm of her own, her pussy clenching around his cock in silent spasms of pleasure. It was as if her subconscious knew exactly what was happening, responding to the invasive pleasure despite her mind being lost to the realm of dreams.

Jordan felt himself teetering on the brink of his own climax, the pressure building within him like a volcano ready to erupt. He watched as his father's cum glistened on her chest, and the thought of mixing his own with it sent him spiraling over the edge. He buried his cock deep inside her one last time, his hips jerking as he released his hot load into her tight, quivering pussy. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of taboo pleasure and primal need that he had never experienced before.

Both men sat back, breathing hard, their chests heaving with exertion. Jordan's cock was still buried in her, pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and Pops' hand was sticky with cum and sweat. They looked at each other, their eyes reflecting the same twisted excitement. They had taken something from her that could never be given back, something that would forever change their relationships, their lives.

"We can't let her find out," Pops murmured, wiping his hand on his pants. "We have to keep this between us."

Jordan nodded, his chest heaving as he slowly withdrew from her. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice thick with satisfaction. "It's our little secret."

They both knew it wasn't right, but the allure of the forbidden had them in its tight grasp. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but in that moment, all they could think about was the intense pleasure that had just passed between them. They took a moment to catch their breath, the air in the room thick with the scent of their incestuous union.

Pops leaned over to whisper into Jordan's ear, "We have to be careful." His hand reached over to wipe a bead of sweat from Jordan's brow, the gesture oddly tender in the wake of their depravity. "We don't want to ruin this."

Jordan nodded, his breathing still heavy. "I know." He looked down at his sister's sleeping form, feeling a strange mix of guilt and desire. "But she feels so good."

"I know," Pops said, his voice low and gravely. "But we have to be smart." He leaned over to kiss her forehead, a gesture that sent a shiver down Jordan's spine. "We can't let this ruin us."

Jordan nodded, his cock still semi-hard as he slid out of the bed. He tucked his shirt back in and did up his pants, trying to ignore the sticky mess of cum that had leaked onto the bed. He glanced over at Pops, who was already cleaning himself up. The sight of their father's cum-covered hand was strangely arousing, and Jordan had to look away.

They both knew that this was only the beginning. They had taken the first step into a world of taboo and desire, and there was no going back. They would have to be more careful from now on, ensuring she never knew the truth of their nocturnal visits.

Gently, Pops took a soft cloth, dipped it in warm water, and began to clean her up. He wiped away the evidence of their transgressions with a tender touch, his heart racing with the thought of her waking up. Jordan watched, his eyes glued to the sight of his father's hand caressing her skin, his own cock twitching with the memory of her tightness.

They moved in unison, cleaning her up as if they were tending to a delicate, precious doll. Pops took care of her pussy, wiping away the cum that had leaked out, while Jordan handled her chest, his hand lingering on her still-hard nipples. They were careful not to disturb her, their movements calculated and precise. They didn't want to leave any trace of what they had done.

The soft cloth glided over her skin, the warm water soothing the stickiness of their combined releases. Jordan felt a strange sense of tenderness as he wiped the cum from her stomach and breasts, his eyes tracing the curve of her body. Her breaths remained even, her eyes closed, lost in the depths of sleep. The sight of her like this, so vulnerable and oblivious to their shared secret, was intoxicating.

They worked quietly, each movement calculated to avoid waking her. Pops carefully pulled her panties back up, smoothing them over her hips and thighs, his eyes lingering on her pussy, still red and swollen from their use. He tucked the fabric into place, his mind already racing with thoughts of the next time they'd be together like this.

Jordan took her shirt from the floor, pulling it over her head with care. He paused for a moment, watching as her breasts bobbed slightly with the motion, the memory of them in his hands still fresh in his mind. He pulled the fabric down, smoothing it over her stomach and tucking it into her waistband before covering her up with the blanket. The sight of her lying there, so peaceful, brought a strange sense of contentment that he hadn't expected.

Pops picked up her legs, one at a time, and slid them under the covers, his hands lingering on the softness of her skin. He couldn't help but give her a gentle squeeze before letting go, his eyes tracing the line of her body from her ankles up to her neck. He knew that the lines they had crossed tonight would forever alter the landscape of their family, but he couldn't find it in himself to feel anything but satisfaction.

Jordan took the other side of the bed, smoothing the wrinkles from the sheets and tucking them in around her. His eyes kept darting to her face, watching for any signs of waking. He didn't want to be caught in this compromising position, didn't want her to know the depths of their depravity. But a part of him, deep and primal, hoped she'd stir, that she'd open her eyes and see him, see the hunger in his gaze.

They leaned over her in unison, each placing a gentle kiss on her cheeks—a twisted parody of a goodnight ritual. Pops took her left, his lips lingering for a second too long, his breath hot against her skin. Jordan took the right, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt the softness of her cheek against his mouth. The innocence of the gesture was lost in the aftermath of their actions, the kiss a silent promise of more nights like this to come.

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Demi's strongest memory was the smell of her grandmother's apple pie baking on a Sunday afternoon. She'd sit on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs, watching the flour dance in the sunbeams that filtered through the dusty windows. Her grandmother's gentle humming had always been a comforting melody in the background, a rhythm that matched the beating of her own heart. The sweet aroma filled the house, wrapping her in warmth and love, a stark contrast to the cold reality of her present.

The soft rustle of the bedroom door was the only warning before the invasive presence of her father and brother, James, crept into the room. The moon cast a silver glow on their faces, twisted with perverse desire as they stared at her sleeping form. Their eyes gleamed with excitement, like predators spotting prey. She lay there, unknowing, her breaths deep and even, a picture of innocence that they were about to shatter.

Her father approached the bed with a greedy gaze, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. He'd been fighting his urges for years, but tonight was the night he could no longer resist. His hand, rough and calloused from years of hard labor, reached out to touch her, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone before dipping lower to graze the soft flesh of her breast. A shiver of anticipation ran through him, his body responding to the touch as if it were the first time.

James, her brother, followed closely behind, his eyes fixated on the curve of her ass beneath the sheets. At twenty, he'd grown into a man with a man's desires, and he'd watched Demi blossom from a gangly teen into a woman with a body that made his blood boil. The room was thick with the scent of lust as they both stared at her, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding in unison. They knew the line they were crossing, but the thrill of the taboo only made it more enticing.

James leaned in, his hot breath on her neck, and whispered, "This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?" His voice was a mix of excitement and trepidation, unsure if she would wake up and realize what was happening. But she remained as still as a statue, lost in the depths of sleep, her body unresponsive to their touches.

Her father's eyes widened with lust as he watched James's hand disappear beneath the covers, tracing the soft stomach before sliding lower to her thighs. He knew the moment James found her wetness because his eyes rolled back, and a low groan of satisfaction slipped from his lips. The sound was like a trigger for both men, setting off a wave of desire that had been building for too long. They were eager to claim what they had obsessed over for so long, driven by their twisted love of somnophilia, the thrill of having her while she was unaware and not resisting.

James's hands grew bolder as he parted her legs, his own breathing becoming erratic. He felt the heat of her body against his fingers, and the urge to push deeper was overwhelming. With a trembling hand, he pulled down the fabric of her panties, exposing her to the cool night air. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, the pink folds of her pussy glistening in the moonlight. It was a sight that made his cock throb with need.

“Back up, boy,” Pops commanded. “I need her.”

Demi's father couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He positioned himself between her legs, his erection straining against his boxers. With one hand, he pushed aside the fabric of her nightgown, revealing her bare pussy. His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it gently, feeling it swell beneath his touch. A soft moan escaped her lips, and for a brief second, he feared she'd wake, but she only sank deeper into slumber, her body responding instinctively to the stimulation.

Demi's father locked on her closed lids as he slid into her pussy. He watched for any flutter of lashes, any sign that she was aware, but she remained lost in the depths of sleep. The feeling of her tightness was exquisite, the reality of his darkest desires coming true sending shock waves through his body. He pushed in deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of her.

James hovered over her, his cock hard and ready. He looked up at his father, his eyes filled with a mix of envy and excitement. "How does her pussy feel?" he breathed, his voice hoarse with need.

Pops closed his eyes briefly, his face a mask of ecstasy as he savored the feeling of Demi's tight pussy enveloping him. He took a moment before speaking, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through the room. "It's... heavenly," he finally managed to say, his voice thick with lust.

With each thrust, he grew more emboldened, his language becoming cruder, more explicit. "So wet, so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper in the quiet night. "Her pussy's like a glove, made just for me."

James, his own desires reaching a fever pitch, could no longer stand the sight of his sister's tits bouncing with each penetration. He leaned over her, his hand wrapping around one of the soft mounds. His thumb and forefinger pinched the hardened nub of her nipple, rolling it gently before giving it a firm tug. The sensation sent a jolt through her body, her back arching slightly, but still, she slept on.