I couldn’t believe I was still so horny. Zach was on his way home, and I was literally counting the seconds. I jilled off a dozen times today just at the thought of Zach making love to me. It felt so good to finally let these feelings out; to tell him how much I love him and want to be with him.

Even though we hadn’t talked about it, I was now 100% sure this collar was changing me. After last night though… I'm not sure I really cared if it was. My big brother was the “dad” of the house growing up. Since our own piece of shit excuse for a father left before I was even born. Zach had picked up a lot of the slack, he watched me grow up, he took care of me. About a year before Zach graduated high school and went off to college, I realized my feelings for him were much more than as siblings. Of course, I just felt shame at not being normal.

The day I found out that my brother was accepted to a university that was out of state, I felt shell shocked. Zach and mom were so excited, and I tried so hard to pretend I was too, but that night I mostly just cried into my pillow until I fell asleep.

When Zach finally went off to college, he promised me he would call me every day. I should have been realistic at the time and known that wasn’t going to be feasible. But I was young and hormonal. Over time his calls got further and further apart. In High School I joined the popular kids group mostly by chance. The three had a nickname that everyone in the school knew; Tres Chicas Calientes. My impressionable mind was so excited that they wanted to me to be their friend. As time went on, and the peer pressure mounted, the girls – and mostly myself – convinced me that my brother was this POS who abandoned me just like my father.

By that point I was hardly home, and mom couldn’t do much to stop me. She worked so much and was so exhausted whenever she was home that she just couldn’t parent me. So, I fell in with the cool kids, the delinquents. There was Amanda, she was a real wild child. She was so incredibly tall at 6’1” with a well-built body with defined muscles. If you looked up ‘Tomboy’ in the dictionary, you would see her picture. Short black hair with blue streaks in a bob haircut. Dark green eyes like a dense forest, and her most defining trait; her E cup breasts. She usually bound them in order to look flatter, she was always embarrassed by their size, saying that they made her look too womanly.

Next was Stephanie, the second in command of the cool kids. At about 5’7” she was the first generation born from her immigrant parents, who came from some East Asian country. Contrary to Asian stereotype, she was a big airhead – she even dyed her hair golden blonde – and had modest B cup breasts. When it was just me and her, she was really nice, even if she wasn’t the greatest conversationalist.

Finally, there was the Queen Bitch herself, Lara. Ironic that she stood above the rest, considering she was only 5’2”. With the deepest red hair, light gray-blue eyes, and pale skin; untouched by the sun, she was the poster child for a rich white girl. By all definitions she was a shortstack, having a big ass, thick thighs, and D cup breasts. Never allow her height to fool you, she is much more deadly with her words then any physical pain she could inflict on you. It also helped that she came from an obscenely wealthy family, so she had an influence that most people couldn’t dream of. Being her friend was the one guaranteed way to stay on top and never have anyone fuck with you.

Following our graduation from high school – which I almost flunked out of – we partied, hung out at each other’s houses, and Amanda got me into petty theft. Being friends with Lara, you never had to worry about money, she just paid for everything. Stephanie was Lara’s right hand, she would do whatever she was told, almost to an obsessive degree.

With those three friends of mine, that become my new normal during the 6 years that Zach was at his university. So, when he had finally came home a few days ago, I had resolved to give him the cold shoulder and command him to beg for my forgiveness. God I was such a bitch.

Ironically this collar is actually what set me free. No longer did I have to worry what other people thought of me. I could show my brother my love, and get my pussy fucked regularly. I was dreading the day Lara would show up here to confront me as to why I was ghosting them. But somehow I just knew Zach would make it alright.

Getting home after sitting in traffic for an hour, I saw my sister skip towards me, and jump in to my arms. She pecked my face with kisses, then nuzzled her face into my neck.

“Welcome home, Honey,” She mumbled into my neck, “I missed you sooooo much.” She brought her lips to mine as we got lost in a passionate kiss. She kissed me like I was some war veteran who was finally coming home after 2 years away; it had only been 8 hours.

The rest of the evening went along as well as it could. We made dinner, mom came home and ate with, then we watched tv, and mom fell asleep after 15 minutes of that. I put a blanket over mom as I gently laid her head on the arm of the couch. Claire and I snuck up to my room for a little alone time.

Cooling off after a hot session of fucking Claire. My thoughts went to the other gems of the collar. As much as I enjoyed this Love (red) gem, I wanted to see what else it could do. Claire’s head was laying against my chest, as she hummed a soft tune.

“Claire?” I whispered in her ear.

“What is it lover?”

“I'm sure by now you know the collar is causing all this.” I cringed waiting her answer.

She was silent for a while, which worried me. “Yeah, I figured it was,” she finally spoke, “how does it work? All I know is that you touch it and I feel almost like a new person, but I'm still me.”
“well, each gem on the collar corresponds to a change on its wearer. When you first put it on it made you submissive, and the red gem causes intense love.” I explained. Claire seemed conflicted as her brows furrowed, she remained silent as she pressed her face into my chest. A minute letter I heard her sniffle.

“what’s wrong Claire?” I asked, scared that she was afraid of me.

“I thought that the collar made me s-show my true feelings.” she sobbed into my chest, her shoulder shaking. I was shocked at this admission.

“Wait, are you saying you loved me even before the collar?”

“Of course, silly, you were my everything, you always took care of me and you made me safe,” She sniffled, looking up into my eyes, “How could I not fall in love with you?”

Her declaration of love to me, now knowing that it existed far before the collar, made me feel like I was floating. This sweet girl, I knew that I would protect her for the rest of my life, but not just as a sister, but as my lover. I gently tilted her head up. “You mean more to me than you could ever know, and I'm sorry I was gone and distant for those six years, but I'm here now and I wanna show you every day how much I love you. We embraced once more, a fiery passion ignited once again. It was safe to say we weren’t going to be sleeping much that night.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I woke up on the couch, a blanket draped over me, as I realized I must have fallen asleep pretty quickly. The kids must have been up in their rooms by now, so I decided it was time for me to mosey on up to my bed as well.

At the top of the stairs, I heard a noise from Zach’s room. I walked by Claire’s bedroom to see she wasn’t in there. She must be spending time with her big brother, I thought warmly. As I came up to Zach’s door, hearing the sounds get louder, I noticed that his door was open just a crack. I almost walked right in, but I froze at the last moment when I heard moaning.

Peeking into my son’s room I saw Zach and Claire, but they weren’t just spending time with each other, Claire was riding his dick. My jaw must have been at the floor, my first thought being I needed to stop them, what they were doing was wrong! But I didn’t do that, I just stood there, watching my kids fuck each other.

Claire was moaning Zach’s name, as she bounced on his cock. She kept begging for his cum in her, I now noticed they weren’t using protection, and I should have stopped them at that moment, but still, I didn’t. A few minutes had gone by and I was still locked in place, watching their taboo love making. Intrusive thoughts popped into my head such as ‘I wonder if Zach has a big cock’, or ‘I wish I was Claire right now, I haven’t been fucked in so long’. I tried pushing these thoughts away, but before I knew it, I realized my pussy was soaking my panties. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this aroused. I was always working nonstop that my libido had taken a massive hit lately.

My hand slowly went to my pussy, slipping into my pants to feel the soaked underwear. I couldn’t stop myself from plunging my fingers into my cunt. It was so hot, seeing them having incestuous sex. I had to keep biting my lip or covering my mouth to contain my moans. Luckily their moans allowed me to get away with my own stifled noises. I had totally lost myself in a fantasy where my son was railing my cunt, and I was eating out my daughter's cute little pussy. The wave crashed into me so suddenly, I was not prepared. My climax made my knees wobble, nearly sending me to the floor, and I my palm over my mouth, trying to contain the climatic moans. It was only once the orgasm subsided that I realized that it was quiet. I couldn’t hear the sounds of fucking anymore. I glanced into Zach’s room to see Claire laying on his chest, passed out from cumming so hard, and Zach was looking right at me, or at least the crack in his door since it was dark in the hallway. Holding my breath, I crept back into my room and closed my door.

That night I had the hardest time trying to sleep. My head was spinning, thinking about my son and daughter fucking each other, but more than that, I was worried that Zach knew what I was doing; watching them fuck while I finger fucked my pussy.

It took many anxiety inducing hours for fatigue from my hard workday finally made me succumb to sleep.

That morning, I was out of bed before Claire woke up. My thoughts were racing, thinking back to what I saw last night. We should have been more careful. I assumed that once mom was asleep, she would remain that way; dumb mistake. I almost threw Claire off of me when I noticed her there, but I realized that she was just watching us. I was puzzled as to why she hadn’t burst into my room and yelled at us for having incestuous sex. Claire was riding me with her eyes closed, moaning without a care in the world. In hindsight, I probably should have fucked her doggystyle so that her moans would be muffled by the pillow. I was so caught up in my thoughts, that I didn’t even realize Claire was about to cum. As usual she had a mind shattering orgasm – likely amplified by the collars magic – then promptly slumped against my chest and passed out.

It was the quiet after our love making that I heard it. The sounds of moaning were coming from beyond my door, mom was getting off at us getting off. I felt ashamed at being caught, but knowing my mom was plunging her fingers into her cunt, probably fantasizing about me fucking her; that really turned me on. Finally, I heard a louder muffled moan, as it sounded like my mom climaxed. A second later and her eye returned to the gap in my door, we locked eyes, as I gave her a knowing smirk. She pulled away quickly and I heard her scamper off to her room.

Claire was still asleep on me, not having taken my cock out after cumming, I started to harden again at the thought of mom taking my cock. Claire began to stir as my cock filled her pussy yet again.

“Oh, did you wanna go again?” Claire asked, looking into my eyes with contentment.

“Yeah, but this time I'm fucking you from behind, because you were way too damn loud.” I smiled, as I grabbed her by the waist and turned her around so that she was laying on her belly. “Time to tear into that pussy from the back!” I chuckled, breathing hotly into Claire’s ear.

So, all of that was a big reason why sleep seemed rather elusive last night. I wanted to be up early to talk with mom before she left for work. I looked down at Claire, brushing her hair behind her ear as I studied her beautiful face. I traced my fingers down to the collar and focused on shifting it back to the blue gem. Claire let out a small moan, but remained asleep.

I went downstairs to start up a pot of coffee. Eventually I heard signs of my mom getting ready for work, as I heard her footsteps above me. A few minutes went by until, I heard her door open and she was making her way to the kitchen. The moment she saw me she froze, looking like a field mouse, staring into the eyes of a hungry house cat. I gave her my warmest smile.

“I made coffee,” I said, holding up the finished pot, “did you want some?”

“Uh… yeah, I’ll take some, thanks dear.” She responded cautiously, trying to act normal.

She stood next to me and poured her coffee into a travel mug, I could smell her perfume on her, but I also could smell something more… lustful.

“So did you have fun last night?” I smiled, looking at her.

“w-what do you m-mean fun?” Mom stammered, taking a defensive pose with her arms wrapped around her under her breasts, pushing them up, “I didn’t mean to l-look, I'm sorry.” She spoke quickly.

“What are you talking about, mom?” I asked her, giving her a look of confusion, “I was talking about watching tv with us after dinner. What did you say about looking at something?” I teased her, trying to keep a neutral expression.

Mom began to stammer, unable to form a sentence. “I'm sorry, I really need to head to work, have a good day at work dear!” She yelled over her shoulder, rushing out the door without even tying her hair up.

I chuckled to myself, feeling empowered by my ability to embarrass her. This also confirmed that while she felt shame at what she did, I had this idea that maybe I could push her just enough to join in. Once I broke the taboo of incest with Claire, the idea of doing it with mom didn’t seem too bad. She was a very attractive woman, and she never went on dates due to being a workaholic. I looked down at the ring, noticing that humming feeling emanating from it, it must be what’s causing the woman around me to become more interested in me. Otherwise, I don’t know if mom would have done what she did last night. Thinking about it also seemed odd how much looser Dr. Cruz seemed around me yesterday. I should test this out on her assistant and see what the ring can do.

I left a note for Claire, asking her to go grocery shopping. I left the list, my card, and further instructions for what I wanted her to wear, and to have a vibe in her pussy while she was out. Claire was lucky she wouldn’t have to take public transportation, she got passed down the shitty car that I drove when I was in high school. I had gotten my own car while at college by taking out a loan that I knew would be paid off with my future career.

Getting showered and ready for work, I went back to my room where Claire was still sleeping. I gave her a kiss on the forehead, then headed out to my car to start another day at work.

Dr. Cruz seemed a bit more like her normal self this morning. Maybe I had been imagining a change in her yesterday. Nora, her assistant, seemed pretty chipper today, acting as a good counterbalance. During lunch time I wanted to try my luck with Nora, see if my ring is having any kind of effect on her.

At the start of lunch, I made my way to the front of the office. Nora was eating her lunch at her desk since the office was closed for lunch.

“Hey Nora, what are you having for lunch?” I asked, pulling up a chair to join her, “mind if I join?”

“Sure, I'm just having a salad,” she smiled, appearing to check me out subtly, “How has it been going with Dr. Cruz?”

“She seems to be warming up to me.” I chuckled; she gave me an odd look.

“Carmen doesn’t really warm up to people,” she scoffed, “she just acts less strict the longer you know her.” She raised an eyebrow, giving me a sly grin.

“I see you’re on a first name basis with her.” I say. She just nods her head while taking a bite of her salad.

“I’ve been her assistant, almost the whole time she has had this practice.” looking at me, her eyes wandering my body once again. She seemed to be ogling me quite a bit today, I felt like I needed to push this.

“So, you with anyone currently?” I looked her in the eyes. Without missing a beat, she responds coolly.

“Not currently. Why, are you looking to do something about it?” She asked, throwing me a saucy wink. I was taken aback by how forward she seemed about this. I certainly wasn’t expecting this level of confidence from her. She nonchalantly finished off her salad, then wrote down something on a piece of paper. Nora excused herself to get rid of her trash. I looked over at the piece of paper ‘Come to the supply closet next to the men’s room’, I stared at the note for far too long. Dr. Cruz was still in her office, eating while working on her computer. Eventually I found the supply closet and opened the door.

It was dimly lit on the inside, a skinny room maybe 10ft long with racks on either wall. I didn’t see Nora, but after a second of standing at the doorway she came around the corner of one of the racks and told me to get in and shut the door. As soon as I was right next to her, she placed her hand on my cock, giving it a light squeeze.

“God damn, I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” Nora said, her breath hot on my ear, “I’ve never done this at work before, but I know Carmen won’t ever come by here. I just need this cock in my asap.” She shuttered with pleasure, feeling my cock grow in her hand.

It was by this point that I could confirm the ring was most definitely having an effect on her.

“Tell me how badly you want my cock.” I teased her, whispering in her ear.

Nora mewled at my teasing of her, that confidence from before seeming to melt away as spoke to her.

“Oh, sir your assistant slut wants… no, needs you in her pussy right away, otherwise she just might go crazy” she breathed heavily, starting to grind her crotch against my thigh.

“Then you need to bend over and take it like a good little slut.” I said, grabbing her waist and turning her towards the shelving rack for better access to her cunt.

“Mmmm, yes sir,” Nora cooed, shaking her ass at me enticingly, “I’m so wet right now, just shove it in me and fuck me into a coma, sir!” Her intensity was riling me up, making me harder than a steel beam.

I pulled up her black pencil skirt, and as I was working on rolling down her stockings she barked out, “no time, just tear them open and move my panties aside, I need your DICK NOW!” Nora was an absolute animal, made me curious as to how often she gets off, seeming this pent up.

Grabbing the stockings at her crotch, I tore a hole in them right over her pussy, then shoved aside her black lace panties. Taking out my cock and lining it up to her soaked hole, I plunged in. What followed were probably some of the most animalistic moans a human could make. She grunted as I slammed into her with as much vigor as I could muster. With every stroke into her she begged for more.

“Fuck, me. Fuck, me. Fuck, me!” and on and on. I was not expecting this wild animal of a woman to be hiding in this nice, bubbly, and seemingly mild-mannered assistant. I wondered if this was all the rings influence or if she really was this wild woman in bed.

Looking over her shoulder she had those fuck me eyes, and like a flash of lightning her pussy tightened around my cock and started convulsing, desperately trying to milk my seed. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she bit down on her lip hard in order to contain her screaming climax. I could tell that if she were to let that out, even Dr. Cruz would hear it from her office. Halfway through her orgasm I finally reached my peak, releasing inside of her, which seemed to set off a cluster of smaller orgasms throughout her body. Her knees started wobbling, as she lost all power to stand. I held onto her waist as she rag dolled, making sure to gently lower her to the floor. Laying her on her back she was panting, her eyes lidded, and aftershocks intermittently zapping her body, causing her to twitch.

About 5 minutes later after covering ourselves up. “Wow, you are something else, lover boy,” Nora said with a cat-like growl, “I'm gonna need your number for any future booty calls.”

After exchanging number, Nora left to the ladies' restroom to clean up, since lunch was about over. I felt lighter than a feather, walking back into Dr. Cruz’s office. Opening the door, I saw her close her laptop a little too fast. “Finally, you’re back,” she grimaced, “I won’t tolerate tardiness around lunch time. Is that understood, Zach?” I thought I saw a blush on her face, but maybe I had been imagining it.

Driving home from the grocery store, I was so damn horny. Big brother picked out a very slutty outfit, it was so embarrassing. I wore a very short crop top the laid loosely draped over my braless breasts, giving some observers a good look at my underboob. Next were a pair of white denim daisy dukes, and of course no panties. I had to rely on that they would keep the vibrator in my pussy for the whole trip. There were multiple times when I thought I was caught, the idea of it almost making me cum right there. I didn’t even get that many groceries and it still felt like I had been there for hours.

I was driving back home perhaps a little too fast, I needed release before I completely soaked my car seat with my nectar. Rounding the corner to my house a noticed a new Audi R8 parked in front my house. I wanted to turn around right there, but there was nowhere I could go, not wanting the groceries to get too warm.

Pulling into my driveway I saw her get out of the Audi, Lara. Stephanie got out of the passenger side, because of course she was with Lara, they were basically attached at the hip. Getting out of the car I wanted so badly to run into the house, but Stephanie and Lara were upon me before I could so much as make a step.

“Where the fuck have you been Claire?” Lara yelled, getting in Claire’s face, “you blocked us on everything! Why the hell you ghosting us?” Lara’s face was red with anger.

I didn’t know what to say, but I knew what I was feeling; incredibly turned on. This damn collar was making this whole confrontation/humiliation very arousing to me.

“Um… hi Lara. Yeah, uh… sorry about that” I cringed, trying to think of an excuse, “things have just been very busy since my brother got home from college.”

“Why the fuck does that matter?” Lara said, waving her arms around, “we have already been over how your brother is a piece of shit for leaving you alone with your bitch mom.”

I was deriving pleasure from her yelling at me, but the moment she brought my family into it, my focus shifted. “Don’t you dare talk about my family like that!” I yelled, getting further into Lara’s face. Stephanie cringed, uncomfortable about this situation. Lara wasn’t even phased by this; she was a master at dishing it out and taking it back without flinching. Lara looked at my clothing with disgust.

“So, your brother comes home and now you're dressing like a back-alley whore,” she sneered, leaning her ear towards her, “and what the hell is that sound?” my blood went cold as I realized I still had the vibrator in me, still on. Lara looked at me with wide eyes and stepped back with disgust. “Do you have a vibrator in you right now, you fucking skank?” Lara announced to the whole neighborhood, “Listen, you will unblock us on your phone, because we need to sit down and talk to you. Is it that pervert brother of yours? Is he making you do this? If so than he is disgusting.” Lara turned around and headed back to her car, Stephanie paused for a moment and looked at me with a sad look in her eye before getting back into the car. Lara drove off, and all I wanted to do was cry. While my friends weren’t the best of people, I do know that they genuinely like being friends with me. I needed to find some way to balance my family life with my social life, and I was dreading the conversation I was going to have with my brother.