(One year later… Lenna' point of view)

Our online porn business was booming! In roughly a year, we had over a million subscribers and tens of millions of downloads. Ironically, most of our porn was incest themed, while four of our performers were involved in actual incestuous relations.

On Liv's eighteenth birthday, she joined us as a performer and lost her virginity to Sven on camera. Of course, the following evening she had a five-way session with Heimdall, Marcella, Freya and myself; an utterly marvelous orgy of incest.

However, our taboo rituals would soon be blessed with another. We found out that we had a half-brother, Pierre Montblanc, who was half-French and lived in Paris for his whole life. Turned out our mother, Goddess bless her soul, had an extra marital affair with a Frenchman on a business trip, seventeen years ago.

Pierre was relatively tall, at 6' 1" he was an inch taller than Sven and a whopping eight inches taller than Mack, but still much shorter than Heimdall, who was 7' 4".

In any case, our half-brother was utterly ripped, albeit not to the degree that Heimdall was. Although we could only imagine, as a Frenchman, he was an utter sex god.

"I call dibs!" Liv insisted.

"Oh hell, no! I get to ride him first!"

Our father, much like Heimdall, was a high-ranking tech executive in the San Jose area, and out of love for his favorite daughter, i.e. me, he bought me a 6,000 square foot penthouse… On the condition I share it with Marcella and Liv. Well, I had one more sibling to share with.

"Bonjour, sisters. Nice flat," he pointed out as he entered our place. While he had an thick accent, his command of English was more than fluent. "I suppose your father does pretty well for himself."

"We're not too shabby in the business department either, although probably not a good idea to talk about business right at the get go," I suggested. "I am Lenna, by the way, the middle sister."

He took my hand in his, caressing it. "I am so pleased to finally meet you." Then then took one of Liv's hand. "And you must be… Olivia?"

"Yep! But you may call me Liv."

"Ah, Liv. I'm very glad to have met you! You all looked so pretty in the pictures you sent, but seeing you person, wow! You're all so gorgeous!"

Liv warned him, "By the way, Pierre, a word of warning, since you're living with us. Our home has always been very much clothing optional."

"Ah. That's fine, nothing I wouldn't have seen along the Riviera."

Someone then knocked on the door. I asked, "I wonder if that's Freya?"

I answered it, and as it turned out, I was right. "Freya!" I embraced her.

"Hey Lenna!" She peeked inside after returning my embrace, where she saw our newest addition to the family. The blonde whispered, "Oh my, he's hot."

I introduced him, "Pierre, this is one of our best friends, Freya DeSade. Freya, this is Pierre Montblanc, our half-brother."

"Hello, Pierre. I was told… You're only 17?"

"Correct." He then took her hand in his. "Glad to meet your acquaintance, mademoiselle."

Freya offered condolences. "Likewise. And I'm sorry about your loss, that's a terrible age to lose your father."

"No need to apologize."

Suddenly, Freya took off her pink crop top, bra and miniskirt, revealing she was going command underneath the skirt.

We all looked at her funny.

"What? I thought we were going to hop in the jacuzzi?"

I agreed, "Ah, so we were."

Liv and I followed suit hastily getting undressed as well. My blond friend noticed my modded nipples.

"Wow," Freya commented, "When did you get those barbell piercings? They look so cute!"

"I just got them late last night. Like them?"

She affirmed, "I love them!"

Pierre, despite striking me as the type of guy who had no trouble getting laid, seemed to be utterly mesmerized as he gazed upon our nude bodies.

He smiled as he stated, "Well, I guess I don't need to be putting on my Speedo."

Pierre wasted no time talking his clothes off, revealing his muscle frame and the fact he was rather well hung.

Liv challenged, "I call dibs!"

I protested, "Nuh uh. We rock, paper, scissors this shit!"

"Fine."

She drew rock, I drew paper.

"Fuck!" She cursed her luck.

We walked to the balcony where the hot tub, a rather large one that seats twelve, lied in wait.

"Whoa, that is so cool," Pierre pointed out.

"So," I inquired to him as we all got in, "Pierre, I'm guess you've probably fucked a lot?"

He blushed. "Not very much. I had one girl friend, and we broke up before she moved to Switzerland about a year ago."

I offered, "Well, you have a very nice body, I think you'll do just fine here."

"You think so?"

"I know so. In any case, since this your first day here, I'd be happy to give you a hand job."

"That's… Incredibly generous of you."

I closed the distance between us. I stood up on the bench with my feet to his sides, so his nose was only a few inches from my cunt. "Do you like my body, Pierre?"

"I love it!"

"Good!" I then immediately straddled him, so that my clit was touching the base of his dick. I humped him along his length for a bit until I firmly took hold of his cock in my hands. He got a good view of my body from the hips up, with my pierced tits right in his face.

"You are so incredibly beautiful."

Normally I go for a rather intense, raw stroke right away, befitting of my dom status, however, I was soft with him, more like caressing it between my fingers and my thumb.

"And you have such a nice cock. I want to pet it, like I pet a small cuddly animal."

I then pressed my lips against his, and abruptly thereafter, forced my tongue in.

He moaned deeply, partly due to surprise, and partly due to the sensation. His seed wasn't long for this world, however, as he exploded his essence on to my fingers.

I cooed, "Oh, baby, I want to taste you." I lapped up all the semen from my fingers with my tongue, before licking up a small stream making its way down his cock from his pee hole.

"You are so amazing," he praised.

I smiled at his well-placed compliment before disembarking off his lap. I looked to my other female companions as I succinctly pointed out, "I'm glad you think so, but these two are even better in bed than I am."

Freya was quick to disagree. "She's being modest, I'm nowhere near her level."

"Speak for yourself," Liv interjected, "No one fucks better than I do. No one. And I'll prove it!"

Liv wasted no time closing the distance do our half-brother before straddling him, however, she went straight for the PIV treatment. "I'm on the pill, don't worry."

"Oh my god, you're so tight!"

"I promise you'll never meet a girl who can milk a cock like I can with this tight pussy of mine!"

Freya snidely commented, "For someone who claims to be in love with my brother, you sure seem eager to get around…"

"Don't pay attention to her, she's just jealous that her father admitted I was a better lay than she was."

It's almost as if a large vein in the temple of her forehead was about to burst. "Wait, what?!"

"Damn it, Liv! Even if it was true, you're not supposed to tell anyone!"

My younger sister muttered something barely inaudible, something about Marcella and her secrets.

Freya promptly quickly got out of the tub and began getting dressed.

"Where are you going?" I inquired.

She was clearly furious. "Fuck you guys! And fuck Marcella and daddy too!"

I decided to chase after her while Liv continued dick riding our brother.

"Freya, stop!"

"Why the fuck should I listen to you? The three of you are parasites who just mindlessly leach off my father's cock."

"Even if so, it's not like he complained about it. But really, you can't be mad at 'US.' Your father chose to fuck us and fuel your jealousy of his own accord, so your beef is with him, and him alone."

"How dare you be such a deceitful hooch, turning me against my father!?"

"Freya, listen to reason…"

"Fuck you and your reasoning, Leanna. You sisters are nothing but sluts. Leaching, parasitic sluts!"

"That really hurts, Freya. Please, stop this!"

"GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY I SHOULD LISTEN TO YOU!?"

"Because I love you, Freya!"

"Hah! Marcella said the same thing, but what does she do? She offers both of her younger sisters, in addition to herself, to my father on a silver platter… Knowing full well how I feel about him!"

"Freya, you can't think just because daddy fucks other women, that means that he doesn't love you. You need to look at it from his perspective."

"I can't deal with your deception any longer!"

"Freya, please… Don't do this. I love you so much Freya. Please, we'll see him together and have him explain himself."

"Fine, but don't think I'll ever forgive you!"

We left the love birds in the tub while we went to seek out answers from Daddy. And yes, I saw Heimdall and Marcella as my parents more so than my actual parents.

My condo was only about five miles away from his mansion, which took little time to navigate between my bat shit crazy driving and my 750 HP Nismo R37 GT-R.

Freya practically kicked down the front door, then after that, almost kicked in the door to her father's bed chambers. "DADDY, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

He sighed and groaned. "What is it now, Freya? Marcella and I were having a nice snooze."

"DID YOU TELL THAT SLUT OLIVIA THAT SHE'S A BETTER LAY THAN I AM!?"

"Yes, I did. Now please leave, we have a plane to Taipei for a tech conference later this evening and we need rest."

"HOW CAN YOU HATE YOUR OWN DAUGHTER SO MUCH!?"

"For fuck's sake, just because she fucks better doesn't mean I think less of you. I love all of you, equally. Now, please! Let me sleep."

"For whatever it's worth," Marcella offered, "I think you're a better lay than Liv, Freya."

The blond girl smiled. "Well, unlike my good-for-nothing father, I'm glad someone appreciates me. Thanks, mommy!"

We then left them in peace. Freya didn't seem satisfied with the result of her outburst. "God, it seems like even my surrogate mother loves me more than daddy. Not hard I guess, since daddy clearly does not love me."

"As I said, even if he does believe Liv is a better lay, that doesn't detract from his love for you."

"I beg to differ!"

"Well, I do agree with Marcella though, I think you're a better lay than Liv."

"Well, thanks for that."

I truthfully told her, "In fact, you're the best lay I've had. Ever… And I'm certain this will never change, Freya."

Freya blushed. "Well, um, thanks."

I knew it was a long shot. I knew her father would forever be the object of her affections, but I just had to do it. I took her hand in mine as I knelt before the one I considered my closest friend. "Freya DeSade, will you marry me?"

Her jaw dropped. Seconds later, she collected herself. "Leanna, are you saying…?"

"I'm in love with you, Freya. Ever since the moment I laid eyes on you for the first time at college nearly a year and a half ago."

"Whoa, this is a lot to take in… Um, let me think about it?"

"Yes, of course."

And soon, I would have her answer…