+Notable Author: [Amnoartist] Keeping It In The Family

[Amnoartist]

Right off the bat, I’d like to state the obvious: this series will undoubtedly be my most divisive yet, featuring themes and scenes of an immoral nature. But that is rather the point with this. I’m not shy when it comes to exploring new things, and I won’t know if I’m good at or comfortable with them unless I try. That said, obviously, it’s up to you if you want to read this or not. Besides, you wouldn’t even be reading this if it didn’t interest you just a little bit, would you?

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get down to the meat on the bone. I should note that since this is just a concept at the moment, the level of detail in certain aspects are sporadic. There may be more focus on one element than others, basically.

The Hines Family Background

The Hines family line is rich and secludes itself away from prying eyes so as to prevent its extra-curricular activities from being made public. All current members of the family are near-superhuman, the first to appear as such was Ruth, the family’s head, an eighty-something-year-old widow who was kidnapped and experimented on decades prior to the series’ plot. The corporation disbanded and vanished following the success of the experiment, making it impossible to incriminate them.
    Prior to her husband’s unfortunate death, Ruth gave birth to Scott, who, as he matured, grew to love his mother more than he should have. As such, it wasn’t long before she and Scott slept with one another, which became more frequent as the years went by and Ruth became stronger and larger. When Scott spent the first night with his mother, he underwent growths of his own, becoming more muscular and larger in the sack, thus being a better sexual partner for his mother over time.
    In the years that followed, Ruth and Scott’s unnatural attraction to one another eventually led to them becoming parents to Carolyn. Contrary to the otherwise well-known beliefs of inter-breeding, her respective health was considered normal, in fact, it proved to be healthier than her parents during their prime. Ruth surmised this was due to the positive effects of the experiment being passed down to her. This ended up being true, as Carolyn soon exhibited remarkable strength as the years went by. When she reached eighteen, Carolyn mirrored her parents’ lifestyle by interchanging sexual relations with them, suggesting it was more a life choice than an obligation.
    Scott eventually set his eyes on Carolyn as she became old enough, which led to Jordan & Kendall being born, the healthiest generation of the family yet, and regarded the most powerful, save for Ruth, the progenitor of the Hines’ line. Sticking with tradition and the only life they know, the twins laid together when they came of age.
    Now in the present day, the family has often switched partners for the sake of total transparency with their relationships and ensuring no bias forms. Ruth has repeatedly laid with Jordan and Scott both, in the hopes that their combined seminal fluid may help her yield a child more powerful than the twins. Given Ruth is heavily pregnant, her hopes just might become a reality. In spite of her circumstances, she has managed to maintain her workouts and sex drive.

Full Cast List
Ruth
Scott
Carolyn
Jordan
Kendall
Mcnamara (Gender not finalised yet, so they will be listed by their surname until then)

Themes
Female muscle growth
Incest (that’s a given) with NSFW scenes
Flexing
Potentially hyper-sized muscles
Big Eater
Pregnancy & potentially birthing
Feats of strength
Size comparison
Muscle worship
Potentially domination and humiliation

This is just a weird concept at the moment, but let me know your thoughts on it regardless.

[GotTraps?]

Sounds good - I am intrigued (as long as the women are bigger and stronger )

[Jeremy Lightning]

Looking forward to it, always have been a fan of incest in stories, so I am all for this kind of thing, especially with older muscle involved. k+!

[Amnoartist]

Looking forward to it, always have been a fan of incest in stories, so I am all for this kind of thing, especially with older muscle involved. k+!

Heh, honestly, I had an idea that you would enjoy it at least to some degree. that, plus this might be on the road to becoming my craziest series yet.

[Amnoartist]

Put a new poll up as I prepare to start the series.

[GotTraps?]

I’m looking forward.

[phil123]

I hope for more

[Amnoartist]

I'm putting some work into this series today. The first chapter should be published sometime this week, guys.

[Amnoartist]

Keeping It In The Family

Chapter 1: Routine

Jordan looked at his timetable nailed to the wall carefully, arms folded. His workout had come to an end, with results that all would come to appreciate, and now at 9:30PM, the climactic event of the day was next. It was always that thing, at that time, and they both came to enjoy and even lust after it, hoping it would come sooner.

Jordan’s muscles flexed in anticipation but he barely noticed, too busy fantasising about what he could do tonight that would spice things up a bit. Maybe a bit of roleplay? It didn’t really matter, of course, given they would both be embroiled in a sea of ecstasy and passion regardless.

9:40PM: sleep with Gran.

The life Jordan lived was the only one he ever knew. He had no idea what he or the rest of his family did in the comfort of their secluded home in the hills was wrong. Ever since he came of age, the powerhouse male only had eyes for the women within his immediate family, and they for him. He could hear his Grandmother Ruth scream with passion above him, not to mention the creaking bed. It must’ve been the third time this week they had to replace that. Dust spilt from the ceiling as the lustful moans persisted.

Jordan looked to the timetable again, this time cross-referencing his times with whoever was already sharing the bed with Ruth. Turned out it was his father, Scott—the lucky bastard—poking her with his tube-steak. He’d joined Ruth at 8:00PM, giving him almost a full two hours with the woman. Jordan would have his turn within the next ten minutes. After that, the day would come to a close.

Jordan could feel his dick stiffen with anticipation at the thought. Sure, he’d stuck to the routine for years now, but Ruth was nigh insatiable when it came to sex. The collective Hines family tried an orgy once, only for Ruth to remain unsatisfied around her sexed-out family. Every time they did it—an orgy, threesome or whatever—Ruth always came out on top.

“Remember to make sure your muscles are nice and pumped for her tonight, baby.” Jordan’s mother Carolyn rubbed herself down from coming out of the shower with Kendall his sister. Everyone in the family shared in the incest mindset, never shying away from kissing or groping their relatives, practically inviting them for other things. “The more pumped they are—”

“—the more excited she’ll be.” Jordan heard those words more often than he’d care to admit. But that didn’t mean he hated them. It was practically the family’s motto at this point. He looked in advance at the timetable for the next day—Tuesday—to see what would go done: 7AM-10AM - workout; 11AM-1PM - Eat; 12PM-4PM - sleep with Mum; 5PM-6PM - Compare with Gran.

Compare with Gran: for some reason—as futile as it was—Jordan loved comparing his muscles with Ruth’s. Sure, his were always smaller and no doubt that would be the case until she passed, but he saw that as inspiration, a means to help push him further. And of course, it would certainly help during their daily tussles together. It wasn’t just larger muscles and a freakish sex drive Ruth had, but also an appetite that would see her—on a daily basis--consume enough calories to feed a family over the course of six months. At the bare minimum, she’d eat three hundred thousand calories a day just for a snack. How the Hines family sustained itself given that fact would certainly be a mystery to normal people, but the Hines’ certainly weren’t normal people.

“Be sure to give her a massage when you’re done. It helps with the growth rate.” Carolyn struck a crab most muscular so intense just about every vein within her system burst to the surface of her skin, lustfully moaning at the desire to make herself even stronger and larger than she already was—like her mother. The fact was Ruth would always come out on top in every regard. Carolyn—much like Jordan—didn’t mind that. In fact, she took her mother’s superior size and strength as inspiration for going forward. “Sure, we do it as well when finished, but you know what she’s like; always wanting to be bigger than she already is.”

“Her clit’s even thicker now. Could barely get my dick in last time.” Jordan heard the overhead moans of pleasure again, continually stiffening up at the fact it would be his turn up there any moment now—five minutes, to be exact. The wait was near agonising, even if he had, in some sense, gotten used to it. He remembered his first night with Ruth and how she completely dominated him. Sure enough, she still could, but sometimes the larger woman wanted to at least give him a chance at being the one on top—a chance that often amounted to nothing. “Took me a full half hour just to get a few inches deep.”

“Well, she’s always growing” Kendall called out from within the bathroom. She peeked out with a warm and toothy smile, long blonde locks of hair matted with condensation draped over her American linebacker-shaming lats, reinforced with detailed striations adorning pumpkin’d delts. “Doubt it’s going to get any easier.”

“It’s time kiddo.” Carolyn tossed a bottle of pills to Jordan, catching them deftly and with only the slightest of glances. His mother had plans of her own—well, a timetable to keep up with, at least: 9:30PM - Measurements check-up. “Use some of those to help. They’ll add a couple of inches to you for a little bit. Should last you until midnight.”

Jordan looked at the bottle’s label: Viagra+. Those pills again; they worked wonders over the months and years, but he was pretty sure they were losing their razzmatazz. No matter; they hadn’t lost it just yet. Pulling the bottle open, he knocked it back and ingested—at the very least—three of the orange coated pills. He could already feel the effects starting. There was no change in his girth as of yet—that would no doubt change within the next few minutes--but he definitely felt different.

Jordan checked his watch: 9:29PM. He had only a minute to get up there and get things going with Ruth. She was always a stickler for time-keeping.

///

Ruth had Scott pinned against the wall, his legs draped over her incomprehensibly beefy shoulders so she could better give him yet another blowjob. Neither of them cared that they were mother and son—that was just the way things rolled for them and the collective Hines family. Scott had already blown his load a few times now, and Ruth had taken it every time. She was adamant to take every drop he could offer before inevitably passing out. When that would happen, the powerhouse woman would simply wait for the next in line, doing whatever crossed her mind to keep busy until then.

Ruth’s clit pulsed with excitement, already anticipating the next frolicking she’d masterfully take command of, in spite of already being in the midst of sexual gratification with her forty-something-year-old son. She was nigh-insatiable when it came to sex, yet Ruth was able to maintain a level of decency, to have a normal life outside of riotous fucking. Well, as normal a life as could be expected from someone her size and age. The smell of sex would be strong in the air to those unfamiliar with the Hines’ way of life, but they had gotten used to it.

“You’re holding back, babe. Just give me that load. Let me drink it.” In most instances, Ruth was near-beastly and lacked sense once she reached a certain state of arousal, often blinded and deafened by her partners’ own moans of pleasure as she took them for the wildest ride of their lives that day—only for that to be exceeded the next. “Give Mumma her milk.”

Without so much as a warning, Scott lost control over his balls and let loose a torrent of his load inside Ruth’s mouth. Her cheeks started swelling up from the flow of cum Scott offered, his body spasming uncontrollably from the eroticism and crippling lust. Regardless, Ruth went deeper in an effort to just about take Scott manhood in her mouth, balls and all until a massive bulge formed in her lips. She could feel his cum trickle down the insides of her throat, its freakish amounts directly making the woman’s neck muscles thicker and stronger. Before long, Scott’s full dick slipped down his mother’s throat.

It was at that moment Jordan arrived, predictably naked and erect. Between when he ingested the pills and arrived at his Grandmother’s room, his dick had easily doubled in size. The added girth was only temporary, but it would lost long enough for his scheduled sex with Ruth to end. She was still drawing Scott’s load even as Jordan stood there waiting, bang on 9:40PM.

To the left of him on a small bedside table was a stoppered vial on a test tube rack clearly marked ‘Scott,’ inside of which was a pasty white liquid. Jordan could guess what it was, but it would take away from the moment at hand—the moment he’d patiently waited for. There was another vial next to the one filled with the curious liquid, but it was empty and unlabelled.

“Hey there, kiddo. Reckon you’re chapping at the bit to get down and dirty, so..” Almost as if she could feel his presence, Ruth playfully flexed her glutes for Jordan, feeling their mighty muscles roll under the aged yet impossibly tight confines of her skin. It was important for the family to be punctual for Ruth and she sometimes rewarded those who arrived early.

Jordan almost ran into position, he was so eager, dropping his underwear between his legs and sticking his meat into Ruth’s ass. It was almost as tight as her clit! She pushed Scott’s head down, level with her waiting pussy lips that still throbbed with eagerness.

“Seems you’ve grown a couple of inches since last time, Jordy. I can actually feel the tip this time.” Ruth persisted with her teases, closing her beefy glutes around the tip of her willing lover’s dick, massaging it in such a way that he was already close to blowing his load. Jordan tried to resist; he’d spent hours preparing and waiting for this moment and wanted it to last more than a few moments—but Ruth was always in command. Her glutes audibly flexed until they completely enveloped his cock, practically stoppering it so he couldn’t pull out. “Now—gimme what you got!”

He did. And it was almost instantaneous in how fast it occurred. One moment Ruth’s ass acted as a stopper, the next it was practically lubed up and pasty white from all the cum expelled from Jordan’s sex rod. Some of his load even burst from her ass and flew across the room, landing sloppily on the wallpaper.

“Oh Jesus! If I knew you were like that, I’d have started off with you.” Pulling free from him, Ruth finally turned to face Jordan, her toothy smile emphasising the wrinkles on her face, neck muscles flexing in tandem with the warm gesture. Shamelessly, she looked down at his unfaltering erection and chuckled knowingly, her eyes tracing the thick vein running across the shaft. As she did this, Scott had taken to rimming the woman—his own mother.

Jordan still hadn’t said a word since he arrived. It was almost impossible to when it came to sex with Ruth. Every possible thought process he formed in his mind, wiped away with every lustful moan or gentle stroke of his manhood. He was dwarfed by the woman in pretty much every aspect. His biceps were forty inches cold, whilst hers were—at least—double that. Knowing this, the Hines family took to presuming Ruth would eventually outgrow the room she spent most of her time in. As such, precautions were put in place, should that ever happen.

“Let’s kick it up a notch, shall we?”” Ruth grabbed Jordan with her pecs alone, Scott similarly dragged over by her ass muscles. Both of them hadn’t bothered to struggle, not from lack of trying, rather seeing no interest in doing so. She carried them over to the bed and flipped them over onto it, backs pressed against the linen sheets. Before long, Ruth simultaneously jerked Jordan while sucking Scott’s dick again…

///

Kendall struggled to wrap the measuring tape around her mother’s calf. They were at least sixty. She always was a little bit jealous of her mother’s larger size and Carolyn knew that, but any potential arguments they had over the fact were short-lived when they ended up bedding one another. Over the years, Kendall had perfected her tongue techniques, sometimes managing to bring her mother to orgasm in minutes. It still took Ruth hours, though.

“I give up. It’s at least sixty-five. Way bigger than mine.” Kendall drew the tape back in sync with the lustful moans from above, hearing her brother and father’s calls of passion and energy, and Ruth’s near roar-like screams of lust. Like earlier, particles of dust spilt from the ceiling, only this time it was like a miniature sandfall, owing to how much there was. Looking upwards, Kendall wished she was up there. Instead, she’d have to wait until tomorrow.

Carolyn felt the slightest pang of pity for Kendall, knowing she was the least impatient of the twins. Until tomorrow though, nothing could stop the mother and daughter having a little moment to themselves. Carolyn pulled her daughter close and without so much as a moment to think, they locked lips for what had to be the sixth time that day. The kiss was long, wet and passionate, reinforced with them exploring each other’s muscular bodies, forever familiar with them.

Kendall’s moan came first, then her mother’s. Looking into the bedroom, they both had the same idea branded into their minds…

///

Midnight. Scott had passed out from lack of energy well over an hour prior, his naked body sprawled over the bed’s edge like a sandbag, while Jordan sat beside Ruth. They both looked around with smiles of accomplishment. Normally, people would freak out about the state the bedroom was in, but the two relatives could only laugh about it. Cum was smeared over Ruth’s jowls and tits, much like how it was similarly lashed over the wallpaper, ceiling and carpet. Neither of them cared; it was pretty much what every day built itself up to.

Ruth stood up from the bed and stretched before wiping a dollop of Jordan’s load from her mouth onto her fingertip, carrying it over to the desk in the corner. Wordlessly, he watched his behemoth grandmother flick the pasty liquid into the empty vial then reached for a pen at her side, writing ‘Jordan’ onto the blank label. Earlier, Jordan had an idea what the liquid in the vial marked ‘Scott’ was, but now he knew—it was a sperm sample. Sure enough, now Ruth had someone else’s: Jordan’s.

“Are you absolutely sure this’ll work? Can’t say merging sperm samples has been done before.” Jordan watched Ruth strike several poses. First, a crab most muscular that goaded just about every muscle the woman had to its extremities, even if it wasn’t directly involved with the pose. Next, a side chest. Was she trying to get him hard again? The Viagra had worn out not that long ago and he wouldn’t be able to fulfil his task so well without it. It wouldn’t exactly be fair to everyone else, either, given their tallies had been balanced out now. “At least, I don’t think it has.”

“There’s no harm in trying, kiddo.”

Ruth took both vials and delicately poured the semen into what had to be a syringe already filled with a yellowish liquid. Jordan was nervous. He trusted his Gran with just about anything, but this was something she hadn’t done before. The majority of the Hines family agreed with Ruth’s current intentions, but it was not without its little tremor of rebellion.

When the sperm levelled out, Ruth flexed her clit to make its veins rise to the surface—then she injected the liquid into it without a moment’s hesitation. It didn’t even sting. If anything, Ruth just felt a little bit more aroused. Her clit throbbed in eagerness, in celebration at what she’d just done.

The syringe now discarded--carelessly dropped to the floor next to the woman’s foot—She turned back to Jordan, crushing the needle between her toes. One would have to question what the woman just injected herself with. Some kind of makeshift arousal enhancer? No. No, that wasn’t it. There was no real need to enhance what was constantly improving.

“It’ll take its time to kick in, but you’ll know when.” Ruth massaged her throbbing clit that seemed to pulse with the slightest dose of growth, thickening and swelling outward. The veins spread upwards to her pelvis before stopping just an inch away from her waistline. “You’ll all know.”

[Amnoartist]

Put up a new poll, guys

[Amnoartist]

Put up a new evaluation poll, guys.

[Amnoartist]

Put up a new poll asking about Detective McNamara

[Amnoartist]

Chapter 2: McNamara

“Listen, Chief, this time I have it nailed down perfectly.” Kelly McNamara hastily shadowed her boss’ steps through the police station, clumsily walking into her hard-working, much more experienced colleagues who seemed to have more resent than respect for the Irishwoman—probably because she just wouldn’t let that case go, despite repeatedly being told to back off on it. Her lush red hair swept sideways as she sharply turned to avoid yet another desk, still hot on the Chief’s tail. Kelly was certain there was definitive proof that suggested there was more to the Hines family than what was being let on.

“Jesus, this again?” Chief Parks had pretty much gotten tired of Kelly’s incessant ramblings and obsession with the Hines’. It wasn’t the first time Kelly had ‘definitive proof’ to offer, but Parks was certain it would be the last. Kelly had shown promise when she first arrived at Bridgewood PD, but that seemed to lose its shine upon getting involved in a ‘case’ that wasn’t even official, rather something she found odd and out-of-place. “Lay off it, McNamara.”

“But my source—”

But her source. Fine—Parks was willing to throw a bone just this once more, else he’d have to seriously consider reprimanding Kelly for wasting police resources on a wild goose chase. It wouldn’t look good on her record and even worse on the department. Kelly stood behind him in wait, nervously clutching a report she’d hastily written just to suggest she was actually working as ordered. “And who exactly is this source you so confidently claim to trust this time? The town drunk?”

Kelly let that joke slide in the hope that Parks would actually see reason for once and help her, as he once did. “Nick Dawes.”

“Nope.” Parks wasn’t having it. It was a whole new level of low from Kelly to actually trust Dawes. Why couldn’t she just let it go and move onto other, genuinely concerning cases like the triple-murder down on Third Avenue? But no—she had to stick to the Hines case like glue, didn’t she? “Relying on the word of a notorious Peeping Tom? I know you’re relatively new to the detective work, but at least act like you give a shit. Don’t give us a bad name on account of your obsession.”

“You know as well as I that incest is a criminal offence. Not to mention blasphemous.” Kelly was often one to bring religion up on most occasions, even when it was uncalled for—which was one of the many reasons why her colleagues resented her. They may feel that way about her but often confided in the redhead for anything regarding scripture when religious killings occurred. “That alone makes it worth looking into. I shouldn’t even have to build a case around it.”

“You damn well have to, when you start spouting claims the entire family’s in on it like it’s some kind of orgy.” Parks was getting irritated now. He knew the Hines’ were upstanding members of the Bridgewood community, often donating to charities and helping young families however they could. “You even claim the grandmother’s involved somehow. I doubt an eighty-year-old can stand straight, let alone partake in an incestuous orgy.”

“It’s not just the family.” Kelly threw the report down onto the desk near her and hastily flicked through the inches-thick pages to reveal several b+w photographs of several unlabelled heavy good vehicles, one of which showed a crew loading what appeared to be crates of foodstuffs into the backs of them. There had to be at least a hundred crates per truck. Kelly glanced at Parks for an emotion reaction--but nothing, save for heightened annoyance. Regardless, she turned the page and sharply pointed to a printout of the vehicles’ travel route. Kelly was only able to get a solid indication of where they went through installing trackers onto the undersides of the trucks—not exactly a legal thing to do, but needs must. There’s only one road those trucks took daily: up to the Hines’ mansion. Never anywhere else, always there. “I took inventory of the deliveries. Why would the family need over a million kilos of food on a daily basis? They’re all in on it.”

Parks took a moment to think, realising Kelly just might be onto something. That wasn’t to say he was starting to believe her claims of the Hines’ regularly partaking in incestuous sex, rather that he knew she was just onto at least something. Why would the family need that much food sent daily? Perhaps it was worth it to send Kelly over to the mansion and passively question the Hines’ after all.

But on the other hand, maybe it wasn’t a good idea. There was the possibility the Hines’ could take great offence to false claims, which wouldn’t reflect all that well on the department. There was also the chance Parks and Kelly could both be fired as a result. No—no, it wasn’t a risk Parks was willing to take. As much as he knew Kelly could be onto something, it would’ve been better for them both if she just laid off the case.

“Drop it, kid.” For the first time in what had to be months, Parks actually hated the words that came out of his mouth, even if they were a heartfelt warning. But he also knew Kelly wouldn’t back down so easily—she was persistent and iron-willed—so a more assertive touch would have to be applied. “Or I’ll put you on two months’ suspension.”

“You know I need the money.”

Parks slammed his fist down on the desk in anger, rousing the entire police force. He’d had his fill of Kelly’s persistence for today. Why couldn’t she just let it go? Parks knew Kelly’s obsession would inevitably bite her one day. He’d seen that look before on too many faces—both experienced and fresh. Kelly was even frightened by the chief’s outburst—he’d never done that with anyone, even before she immigrated from Ireland. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t stick a fucking flashlight up the Hines’ ass. You go looking for shit, you get shit.”

It was only then Kelly backed down—just for a moment. There was definitely more to the Hines’ than what was being let on. It did get Kelly thinking though. If a supermarket chain was acting suspiciously—potentially even in on what the Hines’ did in the comfort of their lavish home—it stood to reason that the police could be too, right? She’d hate to be right about that, but Bridgewood wasn’t exactly Heaven.

“Sorry for wasting your time, sir.” Kelly saw fit to leave Parks be, for now. In spite of being told to do otherwise, like hell she was going to back down on the case. It could very well be the one that helped define her as a true detective, the one that could set her up above the others in the department.

///

“Seventy-eight inches.” Carolyn had to stop and stare in awe at her mother’s titanic thighs in wonder. She was such an inspiration to the family—fiercely confident and otherworldly powerful—that it wouldn’t be wrong to feel just a bit jealous. Whipping the tape back, Carolyn pushed up from her knees and postulated what to measure next. Measuring her mother had become such a normality in Carolyn’s life that sometimes she caught herself doing it even when not part of that day’s timetable. Granted, they changed daily but that was besides the point. “A little over three inches bigger than last time.”

Seventy-eight? Ruth was evidently displeased with that news. She swore they could’ve been at least a little bit bigger, like rounding the size off at eighty would suffice. No matter; she’d get that big eventually. Probably within the next few hours. Looking down with a smile, the powerful woman glimpsed Jordan applying a fresh coat of body oil to her other leg, making sure to do it at a slow and even pace. Nobody cared about Ruth’s nakedness—everyone was at some point in the day. Her tits were round and large, bigger than that of the number one porn star, bolstered with a tight, shaven clit.

Kendall stood close by, observing her copy of the day’s timetable. Her first duty of the day was to oversee the delivery coming from the factory. Fresh fruit and veg, packed meats and other such things, packed high in crates, were the norm for delivery. Most of the foodstuff would go straight into Ruth’s belly, while the rest would be divided up and given to the other family members. But today’s delivery would be much different: building supplies.

Almost as if on cue, sharp rhythmic knocking came from the front door. If there was one thing the Hines’ liked about the deliverymen, they were always punctual and made it a point to let their arrival be known. Three unlabelled heavy goods vehicles aligned themselves evenly, engines purring in sync for a moment before their shutters rolled open to reveal the stacks of materials and building equipment used to build…whatever it was they were paid to.

Kendall opened the front door, slowly revealing her beefy form to the man she’d grown to become quite friendly with over recent months: Darryl. Every time he spoke with her, Kendall seemed to always be bigger, her shadow forever reaching over his comparatively tiny body. A very select few people—those the Hines’ truly trusted—only knew what really went on in the mansion, Darryl being one of them. He knew he had very little chance of being with Kendall, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be friendly—or dream about her at night.

“Got yer stuff for the basement conversion right here, Kay. You’ll need to sign for it, of course.”

Kay. Kendall always giggled rather childishly every time Darryl called her that and today was no different. She teasingly twirled her blonde locks in response, giving him an eyeful of the twenty-nine-inch bicep in the process. That was usually enough to keep him roused for the rest of the day. She signed off the document on the clipboard the shaky Darryl offered her before speaking. “Got anything planned for the night?”

Darryl knew to keep his expectation in check. What the babelicious blonde just said wasn’t in any way a hint at asking for a date—she was just being friendly and he knew that. In spite of that, Darryl couldn’t do much to prevent his unfortunate stuttering. “N-n-not much. Y-y-you?”

Kendall preferred not to say, but she definitely had plans for the night. Instead of being totally transparent with the gentleman before her, she kept her cards close to her chest and played it safe. “I got a little something planned.”

Darryl took the hint, nodding agreeably before looking past Kendall’s shoulder at Ruth, who just so casually had Jordan’s face buried in her clit while Carolyn continued measuring. Darryl was loyal, forever keeping his lips sealed about what went on in the Hines’ estate, but he couldn’t deny it was still somewhat awkward to see with his own eyes. Be that as it may, he had a bit of news to share with the lusting Ruth.

“I’d hate to pull her away from something she’s clearly enjoying, but could I speak to your grandmother for a minute before the guys start building?”

Kendall chuckled, “Of course.”

It seemed as though Ruth overheard quite a bit of the conversation, having already set foot to the door and approached Kendall’s side, still naked. It was then Darryl took a brief moment to compare the two women. Darryl preferred those closer to his age, but a certain degree of respect had to be given to Ruth for being the bigger gal—or the biggest.

She looked at Kendall knowingly for a moment, wordlessly suggesting her to leave so a moment of privacy could be had with Darryl. Darryl didn’t know where to look first: the pumpkin’d deltoids easily the size of a truck’s tire or the naked clit that was so casually shown to him.

“So what’s this about?” Ruth wasn’t often impatient, but it wasn’t every day she was pulled away from pleasure.

Darryl didn’t mince his words. He was loyal to the core and aimed to prove that with the news he was about to share. He just wasn’t all that sure how Ruth was going to take it. “A little bird tells me someone might be onto you. Knows what you do here.”

“Ah.” Ruth raised a brow. That certainly was interesting news but it didn’t dampen her spirits. If anything, it inflamed them. The fact somebody took time out of their day to go looking into what went on in the comfort of her humble abode was—in some little way—exciting. It couldn’t be a complete stranger who went on this quest of unearthing. No, it had to be someone who did that sort of thing for a living—like a detective. “You mean that new Irish girl in the police force.”

Darryl didn’t know what to think or say in response. Ruth was right: it was Kelly he subtly referred to. The problem was now how the Hines’ would collectively respond to this fact. But Ruth remained strangely confident in the face of it all.

“I have a new task for you, Darryl…”

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Back home, Kelly was accompanied only by the dwindling heat from her fireplace, too caught up with her work to properly give herself a heat, especially during the ever colder cold nights. She didn’t have anyone to share them with, lover or friend. She had them, once upon a time, but her obsession with the Hines’ proved too much for them.

Kelly had accrued a vast amount of data pertaining to the family dating as far back as the early nineties--bank statements and such—ailed, stapled and taped to the face of her bedroom wall nearest the window. It was true that she got her hands on such information through not to legal means, but like when investigating the heavy goods vehicles, she went above and beyond the call of duty to do Bridgwood justice, her shining, perfect career be damned.

It was all connected—quite literally, with red tape. The truck deliveries, regular donations to the community, even the lack of support from her own boss— in some weird sense, Bridgewood was a cesspool of immorality, and the Hines family was at the centre of it all, pulling the strings and working the cogs from the shadows. Whatever the Hines’ were really up to, Kelly was quick to surmise just about everyone was in on it.

She fingered the crucifix dangling from her neck, postulating her next move. The crucifix was a birthday gift from her mother the day she turned ten. Kelly’s mother was an unorthodox disciplinarian Bible-thumping Catholic, but everything she did that might—or rather did—harm Kelly, was all for her betterment. It might’ve made her a better Catholic in the long run, but a bitter distaste for her mother was left in Kelly’s tongue. Now that her mother long since then died from Tuberculosis—

The clock struck midnight. Running out of steam, there was no way Kelly could possibly keep herself alert any longer. Besides, another debacle of a shift at the ever-so-trustworthy police department was just eight hours away—what joy would be had then!

The stealthily delivered letter pushed though the detective’s letterbox changed everything though. The letter itself was fancy in pretty much every sense of the word: top-quality envelope with golden patterns around the edges, the Hines’ family seal firmly pressed into the top left corner. With delicate cursive lettering, ‘Detective McNamara’ was finely labelled on the front.

To say curiosity and pleasure filled the girl was quite the understatement.

[Amnoartist]

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Keeping It In The Family
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 3: The Ruleless Family

A familiar warm wetness engulfed Jordan, one he was all too eager to embrace. It was almost like clockwork how predictable it was, yet he never shied or averted from it. Batting his waking eyes, he was met by the lowered head of his titanic twin Kendall casually sucking his dick, making sure to work his manhood in slow, measured draws. A string of fresh saliva connected to his appendage and her luscious lips made itself known as she pulled them free to smile. Her teeth were nigh perfect; unnaturally white and straight with no indication of an overbite—all thanks to her genetics.

“Finally you wake up. Was worried I might have to start doing a little cheekier to rouse you.” She sat up, straddling her brother as he rubbed his eyes. Waking in the early hours of the morning was never Jordan’s favourite part of the day, but what more often than not came after that was something he was willing to endure his grogginess for. He eyeballed Kendall’s breasts for a time long enough that most people would consider pervy but she never minded. If anything, the colossal blonde would actually be upset if he didn’t at least offer a glance. “You gotta get ready. Mum says we’re getting a visitor today.”

Jordan could tell Kendall was excited about that. The family rarely received visitors besides the truck delivery guys, so it was definitely worth it to not only get up but also make themselves look presentable. In spite of that, Jordan couldn’t deny the flicker of uncertainty roiling in his muscled gut. Just who was the visitor and why were they here? Had they visited before?

“Who is it? Do you know?”

Kendall shrugged. “Gran says it’s some chick from Ireland.” Just that fact alone was enough to pique the blonde’s interest at first, having had a sort of ‘thing’ for the Irish accent, so long as it wasn’t too thick and could actually be interpreted. “No idea why she’s here though. I mean, I did ask, but Gran said to leave it be. Must be something pretty big.”

Jordan still wasn’t sure despite his sibling’s assurances. He turned to the window as if to be distant. The colder and darker mornings were starting to roll in, emphasised by the frosted glass and modestly icy pavement. He was too distracted by his inner thoughts to notice Kendall had pulled away from the bed and started posing into the mirror wall—a crab flex that forced quite literally every muscle fibre in her body to ripple like little waves and pop and bulge, even the ones not directly involved in the act. It always felt like a powerful acid flowed through her system, charging it up to make her veins rise to the surface of her flawlessly smooth skin, covering even her darker cavities.

Jordan was still in thought, wondering what the nature of the Irishwoman’s visit entailed. Perhaps the constant wondering would start to nibble at him from the inside if he—

“Hey!” Kendall poked him in the pectoral to rouse his attention. It wasn’t often she had to do that generally, let alone the fourth time just there. He really was in deep thought. It didn’t trouble the blonde, but it did hinder the tight schedule the family had before their visitor arrived. Perhaps a little encouragement would help. “You get ready before this chick arrives and I’ll let you do it in the ass when she leaves.”

Jordan’s reply was more like a chuckle than the scoff was it was supposed to be. So he was being bribed, was he? It wouldn’t have been the first time.

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Hours later…

Stood directly outside the Hines’ mansion door, Kelly checked the time on her watch. Midday. The letter written by Ruth said to arrive by then, but nobody had bothered to open the door to greet the detective even after knocking for the fourth time. Was this some sort of joke being played on her by the department—again? There was only so many times the youthful redhead could abide such cold-hearted ‘fun’ from them—and she was reaching the breaking point in that regard. “Come on, open up.”

It didn’t help that the weather was starting to turn sour. In the space of ten minutes alone, it had gone from a cold and clear-skied sun to a greying patch of cloud with a certainty for rain. Kelly hated the rain—she’d seen enough of it in Ireland to last her a lifetime. Her new job might’ve paid better but it was unfortunate that Bridgewood was climatically prone to rainfalls more than sunny spells. It depressed the life out of her at times.

She could hear muffled voices from behind the door. So somebody was definitely in the house—they just elected to ignore her for some reason. The words themselves couldn’t be made out but Kelly was sure they were orders more than casual conversation, spoken in a somewhat commanding tone. It reminded Kelly of her mother—someone she needn’t be reminded of. When the door finally did open—much to her relief—the detective was graced with the pleasant smile from Ruth. Kelly wasn’t quick to share in the older woman’s pleasantries so keenly, still irked at having been left to needlessly wait. Technically, that was wasting police time, a crime in on itself. But Kelly needn’t be reminded that she was invited by Ruth, so if anyone’s time was wasted, it was Kelly’s own.

Nobody outside of the family—with the exception of the deliverymen and a very select few others—knew what the Hines’ bodies looked like as they hadn’t made any public appearances in years, decades even. Most of what the community knew of the Hines’ came either from rumours or carefully crafted lies to circumvent the truth. The donations Kelly heard of were made through electronic means—email and such— and interview responses were written in advance. The Hines’ prepared for everything, else everything would crumble around them.

That said, Ruth was able to connect some dots.

Her attire was particularly strategic; a soft knit jumper dress to conceal her rippling torso, belted thermal trousers for her trunk-like legs and a pair of black heels for complimentary purposes. The only visible hint of beef on the elderly woman’s frame was her neck but that was easily concealed by the layer of wrinkles that emphasised her age. The woman’s width tricked Kelly into thinking Ruth was obscenely fat, which made the detective doubt the validity of her investigation—of her obsession. There was no way Ruth could possibly partake in the blasphemous crime she was accused of if she was so obese. Could her source truly be trusted? Was it all part of an elaborate attempt to undermine Kelly’s ability to be a detective and drive her out?  But things might not be the same for the other family members as they might for Ruth

Conversely, Kelly’s attire was a burgundy shirt buttoned up to the top with the handed-down crucifix around her neck and a pair of standard black trousers pressed firmly to her comparatively slender frame. Ruth was quick to spot the Bridgewood police department badge pinned above the left lapel of her cream-coloured trench coat—not to mention the modest sidearm conveniently peeking out from her hip. Not that she’d need it.

“You must be Kelly.” Ruth saw fit to end the silence given her guest remained unequivocally silent. The older woman couldn’t prevent the slight smirk from letting itself be known; the detective was so innocent-looking and most likely naive. Ruth extended her hand for a welcoming handshake but she was ignored, save for Kelly’s brisk reply.

“And you’re Ruth.”

The grandmother didn’t take Kelly’s deliberate ignoring of pleasantries to heart. But the redhead’s voice—Kendall would have a field day if she heard it; it was so rich and beautifully toned, in spite of her to-the-point remark. Ruth gestured for Kelly to enter the Hines’ humble abode, though she was clearly reluctant to at first. Just what would she find in there? Hopefully, things that could incriminate the family and solidify the detective’s case. Besides, she wouldn’t find those things lingering around outside.

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Kelly wasn’t often one for drinking tea, but she was rather strategic in her decision to accept it from Ruth. It was the detective’s scheme to play pleasant and guest-like to the Hines’ as much as she could, then throw the accusation in their faces when they least expected it. Admittedly, it was rather hard trying to keep her mind on the professional track when all five members of the Hines’ were staring at her, each of them in their own little way. Jordan was the most sceptical while Kendall’s eyes practically glazed over at the fact an Irishwoman sat before her. They all sat on the one long couch opposite Kelly in a particular seating arrangement—Ruth, Scott, Carolyn, Jordan and Kendall. The fact they all looked fat-like distressed Kelly into thinking this was all a waste of time. But a flicker of persistence still burned within her.

“I reckon you know why I’m here.” Kelly strategically sipped her tea, giving the family a moment to not only consider the gravity of the situation, but also their own individual responses, as they all no doubt had one. She crossed her legs. If needs be, she would gladly sit and wait for a response for hours.

Kendall giggled childishly. That accent was getting to her a little too greatly, practically overpowering the blouse-wearing blonde.

“Yes, word does get here rather fast despite being cut off from the rest of town.” Ruth fought back the former urge to smirk at the detective. Straight to the point--that was something to admire of the girl. A little naive but admirable nonetheless. But Ruth had hoped Kelly’s innocence would make itself known sooner or later—it wasn’t a wise thing either. “And yes, we all do partake in incest.”

It almost felt like Kelly had been hit with a brick. It was her job to make the accusations and prove them, but everything just seemed to spiral out of control. Ruth was so forthcoming with her words it made Kelly numb inside. She didn’t know how to react to all this. One thing was for certain though: Ruth had beaten Kelly at her own game as if she made the rules. The other Hines’ seemed to just casually sit there like revealing their deepest secret was an everyday thing.

“It’s a sin!” Kelly’s tone had changed to something far more alike her mother’s. The detective was repulsed by the fact she was near enough close to breaking bread with a family so full of sin it made her feel like she sinned. Her parents would be reeling. Ruth’s response proved to irk the religious woman further.

“Is it really? Ruth could see Kelly’s seething hate-filled eyes never break away from hers, staring into one another’s soul for what felt like eons. The redhead had hoped the family to be the victim of a cruel joke but there was no joke—at least, not on them. “You strike me as a very religious woman, but—”

“You blaspheme!”

“No, listen.” Ruth’s tone wasn’t the slightest bit commanding yet the young detective was rendered silent—albeit reluctantly. Ruth was eager to show that, like how one man’s tool is another’s weapon, Kelly’s faith in religion would be used against her. “In the beginning, there was Adam and Eve. They had two sons, Cain and Abel. In the years that followed, Cain and Abel got married.”

Kelly’s face scrunched up in confusion. Just where was Ruth going with this? The detective read the Bible as a child, so there was very little point to the older woman’s lecture on religion. Of course, Kelly was quick to jump the gun.

Ruth continued, finishing her statement with quite the kicker. “If what the Bible says is true, wouldn’t that imply Cain and Abel each married a relative?”

Kelly was numb. She had never thought of that before. But no—she wouldn’t let something like that shake her faith so easily. There had to be a rational, divine reason behind Cain and Abel’s marriages, surely? Maybe God himself graced them both with wives from Heaven itself? It had to be something like that.

“The Bible isn’t a rulebook.” Scott put his arm around Ruth, allowing his arm to swell and gently strain his denim shirt until the slightest rip formed, large enough for Kelly to just notice the large bicep underneath. So they weren’t fat after all. Knowing this as fact, it stood to reason that Ruth was the largest. “You don’t get bonus points, gold stars or pushed to the front of the line for how pious a life you lead. You just live.”

Ruth saw fit to reveal her own muscular form just as her son did, casually raising her arm to let the monolithic bicep burst free from her jumper with laughable ease, busting it into strands of confetti to reveal the bicep that climbed high as eighty inches tall. How she was able to comfortably conceal all her mass was a mystery in itself to Kelly. “And we live it to the fullest,” she added before sticking her tongue down Scott’s throat, drawing oxygen from his lungs.

“B-b-but why do you do it?” the befuddled detective stammered.

“Because it’s fun. We each know what everyone likes and dislikes, so there’s no possible room for error in what’s done,” Kendall answered in a casual tone. Kelly didn’t even know the half of it. Perhaps the most immoral thing the family had done was that each generation of the family was birthed from the last to preserve the line. Ruth was married to her son Scott, who brought Carolyn into the world; Carolyn and Scott became Jordan and Kendall’s parents.

“You could still do your job though, and take us to jail for what we do. But it might not be such a smart idea.” Jordan knowingly smiled. Kelly was of the mind to do the right thing, but Jordan’s words bit into her viciously. What did he mean by them? It all came back to the connection the detective made in the case. “The very heart and soul of Bridgewood is built on what we do—donations, helping families, development projects—we pay for them so the people don’t tattle about what we do here. You put us behind bars—”

—and Kelly would have singlehandedly destroyed Bridgewood. She wouldn’t be a detective, but a murderer. She wouldn’t go to Heaven for that. She had it all wrong too. It wasn't that a select few people knew what the Hines' did, but everyone.

“So you have a choice, Detective: leave us to our so-called vices in peace, or singlehandedly destroy Bridgewood in your attempt to make a name for yourself.” Ruth crossed her arms in a successful attempt to flaunt her inhuman width, casting a large black shadow over the anxious redhead. “I know what I would choose.”

Kelly glowered knowing she'd have to make a decision—and it wasn’t going to be the one she preferred.

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Some time later…

Ruth looked down at the weighing scales with an unmistakably triumphant smirk plastered on her face. She’d done it—it took longer than anticipated but was a success nonetheless, having carefully measured every calorie that went into the body she’d spent decades forging and perfecting that bristled with power—she’d achieved an excess weight of well over seven hundred pounds of pure, raw muscle.

Scott was starting to rouse, waking at the familiar scent of cum casually dripping from the walls, starting to dry up and harden over the plaster. Looked like he’d have to give the room yet another paint job sometime from now. He wordlessly pulled himself up to sit on the bed, his semi-hard dick flopping between his legs resting on an unmistakable dark patch on the linen. His son Jordan laid at the opposite side of the bed, an arm lazily drooping out the side.

Scott scanned the room in more detail, always of the mind that were was more damage to the room than what could be seen from a distance, which he was often correct about—especially in this case: it wasn’t just the wallpapers that fell to an untimely fate from the riotous acts of the trio of lovers, but the walls themselves, evidently cracked in most areas than Scott would’ve liked. So painting and plastering would need to be done, but those particular tasks could be set aside for now—he was still feeling the pangs of relief from Detective McNamara’s reluctant agreeing to let the family’s immoral deeds go unpunished. At least for now.

Scott carefully observed his mother’s rear, eye-fucking every naked bulging muscle on display in the hopes that it would be more than a desire in spite of having just laid with her. Watching from the mirror, she smirked as her glute muscles rolled and rippled to press violently against the wrinkled confines that were her skin. When she turned, everything just seemed to align perfectly.

“Got something to tell you.” Ruth held a hand to her stomach. Scott wasn’t as alarmed by his mother as one would think. The smile on her face though meant everything. It proved to her that the serum she injected worked perfectly.

Scott remained silent, not wanting to ruin the historic moment.

Ruth concluded, as her pregnant stomach made a final definitive bulge, “I’m going to be a mother again."