Sunday passed as a blur of pure excess and delicious exhaustion. The threesome with Sophia and Bia the previous night had been just the trigger; when the sun rose, Mom joined us, and the day transformed into a marathon of depravity. There were several rounds of sex spread throughout the house: I fucked Mom on the kitchen counter while Sophia blew me, possessed Bia from behind in the laundry room while she groaned loudly, and ended the afternoon buried inside my sister on the living room rug, with all of us covered in sweat and semen. My body was at the limit of its adrenaline, but the anticipation for the night kept my dick rock-hard.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang. "D-Day" had arrived.
When I opened the door, the air caught in my lungs. Letícia hadn't held back on the vulgarity for her baptism. She wore a very short, tight black vinyl dress that barely covered the curve of her ass, with a plunging V-neckline that left her perky, braless breasts almost completely on display. On her feet were towering stiletto heels, and beneath the vinyl, the outline of a tiny red G-string was clearly visible. She looked breathtaking, with heavy makeup and hungry eyes.
"Get inside, Letícia," I ordered quietly, closing the door with a firm click behind her. I took a step forward, letting my gaze drop shamelessly down her body. "You really outdid yourself with the slutty look today, huh? You knew exactly what was waiting for you."
But the reception in the living room was not to be outdone. Mom, Sophia, and Bia were waiting on the couch, dressed to hunt. Mom (Ana) wore a completely sheer black silk robe, displaying her mature silhouette with nothing underneath. Sophia wore only denim shorts left unbuttoned and a red lace bra that pushed her full breasts right up. Bia, overcoming her shyness after a full day of filth, wore a laced black corset that cinched her waist, fishnet stockings, and absolutely no panties.
Letícia took a step inside, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and swallowed hard as she faced the welcoming committee. Since I hadn't given her a single detail beforehand about my family life, the shock on her face was immediate.
"Good evening..." Letícia began, her voice wavering, losing some of her bold posture upon seeing the three women looking so provocative. "I... I came to see Lucas."
Mom stood up with elegance, her sheer robe swaying, displaying her mature breasts with total naturalness, and offered a predatory smile.
"Welcome, dear. I am Ana, Lucas's mother," she extended her hand, pulling Letícia into a quick embrace, intentionally letting her naked body rub against her vinyl.
Letícia’s eyes widened, freezing in the hug. When she pulled away, her eyes darted between me and Mom, shocked.
"His... his mother?!" Letícia stammered, her mind trying to process the sight of that mature and absurdly hot woman dressed like that right in front of her. "You... you're a part of this too?"
"She calls the shots around here, Letícia," I commented, leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms, watching her desperation begin to surface. "I told you that you were going to meet my family. I just didn't mention how we usually spend our Sundays."
Before she could answer, Sophia stood up next, walking over to Letícia with her hands on her hips, her breasts nearly spilling out of her red bra.
"And I'm Sophia, his sister. Remember me from the mall?" Sophia let out a mocking laugh at the sight of Letícia’s face crumbling. "That day I told you I was his sister, but you thought it was a lie, didn't you? You thought I was just another hookup."
Letícia took a step back, her hands covering her mouth, completely stunned by the level of explicit incest and depravity right there in front of her.
"My God... you really were his sister..." Letícia murmured, looking at Sophia and then at Mom, her mind spinning in knots. She then shifted her gaze to the couch, locking eyes with Bia, who was in the corset and fishnets. Startled, Letícia pointed a trembling finger at her. "Wait... don't tell me you're his sister too? Does he have another sister in this crazy harem?!"
Bia let out a snorting, cold, and disdainful laugh, rising from the couch with somewhat rigid steps.
"No, I'm not his sister," Bia said, crossing her arms and trying to maintain an imposing posture that clearly required effort from her. "I'm Bia. Lucas's official girlfriend."
Letícia's shock managed to double in size. Her legs weakened in her high heels.
"G-girlfriend?" Letícia stammered, looking from Bia to me. "You have a girlfriend... and she accepts this? She lets you fuck your family and even brings in other girls? This is... this is unbelievable!"
The atmosphere turned heavy instantly. Bia took a step forward, forcing an expression of pure rage. Her eyes tried to flash, and she puffed out her chest, but one could notice a subtle hesitation in her shoulders; she was trying to be dominant and dictate the rules, but she simply wasn't used to this aggressive stance.
"Listen here, girl," Bia hissed, pointing her finger firmly, though her voice was slightly shaky at first. "I only approved of Lucas fucking his mother and his sister! That is family business, a thing of our own, an agreement the four of us have! But you? You're a slut from the outside who messed with my girlfriend in a mall changing room! Who do you think you are to walk into our house and think you have any rights?"
Letícia swallowed hard, but instead of cowering before the official girlfriend’s fury, her posture shifted. Letícia was experienced, confident, and naturally dominant. She noticed Bia’s subtle insecurity and used it to her advantage.
Adjusting her posture on her stiletto heels, Letícia took a step forward, challenging Bia’s space. The black vinyl snapped softly with the movement. She looked Bia up and down with a sly smile, completely in control of the situation.
"Oh, so the official girlfriend decided to show her claws?" Letícia taunted, her voice soft, drawn-out, and full of mockery. She tilted her head, looking into Bia’s eyes. "You talk tough, Bia... but you're shaking. Anyone can see from a mile away that you don't have what it takes to be the boss. If Lucas went looking for fresh meat at the mall, it's because what he has at home isn't enough to contain the monster he has between his legs."
Bia blinked, caught off guard by Letícia’s audacity, her face flushing with frustration at having her authority questioned so easily.
"S-shut up! You don't know anything!" Bia shot back, taking a clumsy step backward, visibly thrown off by her rival's natural dominance.
Letícia let out a low, husky laugh, taking another step toward Bia, cornering the official girlfriend against the arm of the couch. She stretched out a hand with long nails and, with extreme boldness, touched the edge of Bia’s corset, sliding her finger slowly down the boning of the garment.
"I know exactly what he likes, sweetie. And I know that if you were as secure as you try to look, you wouldn't have that crying face right now," Letícia whispered, sliding her gaze over to Mom and Sophia, who were watching the scene with crossed arms, finding the dispute highly entertaining. "Your boyfriend is a stallion, Bia. And if you don't know how to tame a woman who knows how to use her body, I can teach you. What do you think?"
Bia breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, torn between the anger of being humiliated in her own living room and a sudden, uncontrollable surge of arousal that Letícia’s boldness was provoking in her.
Sophia, letting out a loud, mocking laugh, took two steps forward and stopped right behind Letícia, breaking the direct duel between the two. My sister crossed her arms beneath her full breasts, squeezing them even higher in her red bra, and looked at Letícia with her eyes gleaming with malice.
"Look at that, Bia, the intruder thinks she has status just because the three of us had a good time in that public cubicle," Sophia mocked, poking Letícia’s shoulder with her finger, reminding her very well that she too was in that bathroom participating in the filth with her brother and the newcomer. "Let me tell you a little something, Letícia... My brother's dick doesn't need 'fresh meat' to get up; it gets hard just from my scent in the hallway. You think you're so dominant because you scared Bia, but here you're nothing but a little bitch who came begging for more. You might have turned your nose up at the mall, but in this room, you bite your lip and obey."
I took another step, stopping right beside Sophia and wrapping one hand around my sister's waist, pulling her tight against my body while my eyes locked onto Letícia.
"Sophia is entirely right, Letícia. You played your cards very well at the mall, but the game has changed," I intervened, my voice firm, breaking the pose of superiority she was trying to maintain. "You can taunt Bia all you want, but the second you agreed to come here, you accepted our rules. And the first rule is that you don't dictate a damn thing in this room."
Letícia turned her head sideways to face us, holding our gaze, but a cold sweat was already breaking out on her neck from the pressure from me and Sophia. Before she could retort, Mom took a calm but commanding step forward. The sheer silk robe floated lightly, and Ana’s natural authority filled the space, silencing all three girls.
"That's enough competing over who rules, girls," Mom said, her voice smooth, velvety, and completely cold, walking until she was face-to-face with Letícia. She reached out her mature hand and gripped Letícia’s chin firmly, squeezing until the novice was forced to look directly at her. "You have a very sharp tongue for someone who just crossed my threshold, Letícia. You entered my house dressed like a whore ready to be used, so don't try to pretend you're in control. Bia might be new to this power game, but I run this family. If my son brought you here, it was so that we could test your worth... and so that you pay for the disrespect of touching what is ours without permission."
Letícia swallowed hard, feeling my mother's firm fingers on her chin. Her mockery wavered for the first time under the weight of the mature woman's predatory gaze.
"I... I didn't mean to disrespect..." Letícia murmured, her voice losing its dominant strength, while her eyes darted desperately toward me, looking for some kind of truce.
I just gave a wicked smile, grabbing my shorts and pulling them down all at once along with my underwear, freeing my massive dick, completely erect and throbbing, right in front of her face.
"Good," Mom smiled cruelly, letting go of her chin and looking at my rigid member. "Because the rules here are simple. You're about to find out if your body backs up that arrogance of yours when the four of us start playing with you. Get on your knees, Letícia. Show Bia just how obedient you can be."