Resident Evil: Taboo (Revamped)

Resident Evil: Taboo (Revamped)
A Resident Evil Lemon Fanfiction
By Snafu the Great

Disclaimer: Resident Evil is the property of Capcom Entertainment. This story is by far the first incest-based lemon fanfic I have devised. This series came about with those who liked the Chris-Claire pairings, despite the fact that they're siblings. So this is my crack at the story (plus someone made a bet with me saying that I couldn't write this). This story takes place in an alternative Raccoon City in which there is no Umbrella, hence no Spencer Mansion and Wesker is a good guy (but still has that Machiavellian flair to him).

Of course, this does not mean that just because this fanfic is mostly centered around Chris and Claire, Jill also gets in on the action as well. She also knows of Chris screwing his sister, and keeps their secret. Depending on how the story goes, it may span years (from 1998 to the present). And special thanks to Ted Hsu for proofreading this.

UPDATE: I have decided to reboot the story, as I didn't like how it was going the first time around. Originally, I've made Chris and Claire's mother something of an antagonist. Instead, she is the catalyst to the incest, done to spite her cheating husband.

The Pussycat.

He saw her as he walked in with four of his old military buddies. She was working the pole, the newest dancer to ever grace the stage. He knew that she worked here, has been since graduating high school last year, but even he is entranced by her beauty.

Who'd knew she would clean up so well, a stark contrast to the submissive tomboy he knew growing up?

She was topless, wearing only a red G-string and high heels. Dark reddish-brown hair was cut short (i.e., her Revelations 2 short hairdo), the bangs covering one eye. Black eyeshadow and crimson lipstick completed the transformation. Her tits jiggled, the C-cups round and firm, her stomach flat and toned from working out, the legs shapely. On her inner left thigh, was a tattoo of a rose (think The Witcher's Ciri's tattoo) She does her routine for the patrons as the bouncers stand nearby, looking for any trouble. He could see why the patrons paid top dollar for her whenever she danced. He could see why the other girls were jealous of her whenever she graced the stage.

This was his first time inside the Pussycat, and he knew the reason why she decided to work in their former hometown of Exeter, which was a 45-minute drive from Raccoon. Raccoon City had a strip club of its own, but it would raise some serious eyebrows if people found out that the 19-year-old sister of Chris Redfield was an exotic dancer, shaking her tits and ass. The family had plenty of money, but she was lacking excitement in her life. She felt that despite being a college student and a single mother to a 5-year-old daughter, she was stagnating.

No man could touch her. But Chris did, in more ways than one. His cock began to harden as he watched his sister dance. She saw him, but continued to dance. His friends were watching her as well, but they did not see the resemblance. Chris was thankful that she looked more like her mother with her gray-blue eyes, while he looked liked their father, only leaner, which meant that had they not been anywhere other than Raccoon City, say like the other side of the country, they would have gotten away with having an open relationship.

'If only they knew,' Chris thought as he took a seat and watched his sister dance.

The main rule of the Pussycat was that the patrons could not touch the dancers. But no one knew about the relationship between Chris Redfield and his sister. She told him of the stories of her nights working at the Pussycat. Proposals of marriage, money, even working out West as an adult film actress from several producers scouting for new talent. She even was propositioned by a madam looking for fresh faces and talent for her brothel, and a pimp who was looking for fresh meat. But she shot them all down. He was all she needed. All she wanted.

He ordered a beer from a passing waitress and was nursing it, watching as his sister finished her dance, giving him a wink as she sauntered off the stage.

"Let's give it up for the Pussycat's newest dancer, Tania Rose!" the DJ boomed. “The lovely Tania Rose is available for private dances inside the Black Room, and of course, the Champagne Room!”

'Tania,' Chris thought. 'Huh. Smart, using Mom's name as her stage name.' The 'Rose' came from the rose tattoo on her thigh. She had gotten the tattoo when she was seventeen, a sign that she was his, body and soul.

The soon-to-be married man, a man by the name of Roeper, slapped Chris on the shoulder. “That was a hot piece of ass onstage,” he said, already reeking of Jack and Coke. “She likes you, Redfield.”

'You have no idea,' Chris thought. 'That hot piece of ass is my sister.'

He had dated women in the past, but had stopped. After all, none of them came close to the three women in his life: his mother, Jill and Claire.

He had overheard Roper and the others talk about heading over to the Champagne Room. His face darkened when they were talking about his sister being one of several dancers to join them. He quickly finished off his beer and excused himself.

He flagged down a passing stripper, and requested his sister, using her stage name. He trusted Claire enough to allow her to work here, but there was no way that he would let his buddies paw their hands all over Claire. She was his and his alone.

*&^

Claire Redfield was surprised to see her elder brother walk into the Pussycat with six of his friends. They weren't from the R.P.D., thank God, but rather his buddies from the Air Force.

She remembered Chris telling her that he was playing designated driver for a friend who was having his bachelor party and that he would be late coming home, which meant that both Therese and Jessi would be staying overnight with the Burtons. From the look on his face, he wasn't expecting to come to her place of work.

If she called that. Claire could have went to college on either her brother's dime or using the family money. But much to the surprise of Tania and Chris, Claire refused the help, as she chose to make the money herself. Working as a waitress at Emmy's Diner wasn't cutting it, nor was babysitting the Birkin girl, despite the fact that Sherry saw her as an elder sister. It was while moping about her meager paycheck that Claire found out from a friend of hers that one could make a lot more money shaking her ass and tits at the Pussycat. So she went there on amateur night and won the $500 prize.

Then the manager offered her a job.

Claire did not plan on dancing that long. Only when she completed her studies at Raccoon University did she plan to quit. The other girls were pleased to hear that, as Claire was one of the more popular dancers at the Pussycat.

But as her brother settled in with his more rowdy friends, Claire continued to dance as her brother watched her every move. But as she continued to dance, she felt her pussy become moist. Cursing her brother for making her feel this way, she continued to dance, hoping not only did the DJ – who was constantly hitting on her – finish up so that she could run into the back and change before her arousal becomes more than obvious.

Honestly, Claire had not planned on working that night. With Jill out of town visiting her father in prison and Tania attending a psychologist conference in San Francisco, Claire had her brother all to herself. But instead of letting her brother use her body to get the both of them off, her boss had called her in a slight panic. One of the regulars had called in sick.

Her hours were flexible, as she worked only three days out of the week, and she made a lot of money. Her boss promised her that if she worked from 9 to 3 in the morning, that she would have an extra day off. The owner of the Pussycat was considerate, as he wanted Claire to finish school rather than remain on as a permanent dancer, despite being one of the Pussycat's best.

So Claire decided to come in, but not before promising Chris a 'private show of his own' when she returned. But she had a feeling that Chris would cash in on that promise now that he was here.

She sat in the Pussycat's dressing room, in front of her mirror, as she put the finishing touches on her costume. As she was nineteen, the schoolgirl costume was perfect for her. The white blouse tied over her tits, leaving her stomach exposed. The black-and-white-and-red plaid skirt which barely covered her ass. Claire ignored the three girls who were staring daggers at her as she slipped on the pair of knee-high socks, before slipping back on her heels.

The three veterans – Stacey, Jade and Lydia – were pros, but they were pushing thirty, Jade and Lydia also being single parents. Claire had the advantage of being young, fresh out of high school, and she already had the ire of the three women, even going as far as to say that she was in this business to pay for her titjob. Of course that was false, as Claire's bust was all her. But they wouldn't try anything. One, she can defend herself, as Chris taught her how to fight. Second, she made sure that they overheard her saying that she came from a family in which her father, brother and uncle were cops. The three caught the underlying threat and kept their distance. A lie, but from a certain point of view.

One of the dancers, a biracial woman named Yakuma, entered the room. Claire had gotten along with her the best. It was rumored that Yakuma was the mistress of a professional athlete, but those rumors were proven false. “Bachelor party, ladies! Champagne Room!”

Unlike Claire, who was born and raised mostly in Exeter, Yakuma was a native of Raccoon City. Her real name was Anna, and she had been working at the Pussycat longer than Claire. Like Claire, she too, was a single mother, but to a three-year-old boy. It had been her suggestion that she'd come down for amateur night, which led to her working at the Pussycat. She was also 'friends with benefits,' as she had a lesbian relationship with Claire. They didn't date, but they fucked whenever Yakuma was horny enough.

And Claire made sure Yakuma's “benefits” were enjoyed as much as hers was by Yakuma.

Yakuma was also privy of the fact that not only did Claire opened her legs to Chris, but also that she had a daughter with him. When Yakuma asked her as to why she fucked her brother, Claire summed up her answer in three simple words: "Mind. Blowing. Orgasms."

Claire and the other three rose to their feet, but Claire was stopped by Yakuma. “Not you, Tania,” she said. The three pros threw smirks at Claire as they passed, one of them making a snide comment about the men wanting real women and not little girls.

Claire was tempted to retort with the jab that her tits were at least real when Yakuma spoke directly to her. “You've been asked for by name. He's waiting for you inside the Black Room.”

Claire nodded and exited the dressing room, taking note of the smirk on Yakuma's face. She watched as Stacey, Jade, and Lydia strolled into the Champagne Room with two more strippers, the door closing behind them. As she turned towards the Black Room, exchanging pleasantries with the bouncer patrolling the hall, she had a pretty good guess as to who was waiting for her inside.

The Black Room was one of four private rooms in which private lap dances were given for half an hour. It was aptly named for its primary color – black. Black walls, black table, black couch and sofa. Upon entering, her suspicions were confirmed as to the identity of the person who had asked for her.

Chris was settling in when Claire entered, closing the door behind her. The VIP rooms did not have any type of cameras, but they did have the bouncer posted outside, patrolling the hallway. All the girls have to do was scream and the bouncers would come charging in, wrecking shop on the muscle. The offending party would then be thrown out and later banned for life from the Pussycat.

Chris rose from the sofa, dug into his pocket and produced two $100 bills, two $20 bills and a single $10 bill. He placed them on the small round table. $250 in total. The going rate for a private dancer for thirty minutes. Claire ignored the money and instead, moved over to her brother, the heels making her just as tall as he was, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him long and hard.

Chris responded in kind, kissing her back, common sense being overridden by lust as they fell back to the couch, Claire scrambling into her brother's lap, moaning into his open mouth as their tongues danced, his hands rubbed her ass cheeks.

She had heard all of the stories about blood relatives committing incest. Most of them involved rape, Chris even worked a case regarding incest alongside his partner. But Claire knew that her brother wasn't like that. After all, it was their mother who encouraged it, just to get back at her cheating husband.

It was a risk, kissing her brother in such a public place, despite the privacy that the Black Room gave. But she didn't care. Chris had that effect on her.

“Had a feeling it was you,” Claire said after they broke the liplock, smiling.

“I told you that I was going to be out with my old unit,” Chris replied. “I just wasn't expecting to come here. The look on your face was priceless when I walked in.”

"So that was them who went inside the Champagne Room?"

Chris nodded. His hands were now at her bare chest, Chris having undone the shirt, exposing them to the bare air. Claire moaned at her brother's touch, thankful that she had left her thong back inside the dressing room, having removed it when Yakuma told her of her private session. She was already on thin ice with Stacey, Jade and Lydia. She didn't need a reason for her boss to fire her.

"As much as I want to fuck you," Claire said, "I'm still on the clock. That and my boss would be pissed if he found out that I've been fucking when I should be giving you a show."

Chris looked at his watch. Five minutes had passed. "So put on a show for me."

Claire gave her brother an impish grin. "Oh I'll do more than give you a private show."

&^%

Sex inside the VIP rooms were strictly forbidden. The owner of the Pussycat didn't have any cameras installed, but he did keep a list of which dancer was inside the VIP rooms, and Claire was no exception. Each of the dancers was assigned a VIP room, and the Black Room was Claire's room, so she would automatically be suspect if any semen stains were found inside the room. The last dancer who broke that rule was not only fired, but the john was also given a lifetime ban from entering the Pussycat. Say what you want about the owner – a retired porn star himself – despite peddling flesh and booze, he ran his club with the highest of ethics.

Rules were made to be broken, but only in this one exception.

Claire was naked, her top and skirt slung over the table, as was Chris's pants, socks and shoes. She was in between his knees, her head bobbing up and down as she deep-throated her brother, while one hand was down playing with her shaved pussy. As much as Claire wanted to fuck her brother, she could not risk losing her job, as she enjoyed working at the Pussycat.

Claire knew every single inch of her brother's body. She knew what turned him off and what got his rocks off. So she was not surprised that ten minutes in her set, that Chris stood up, stripped her of her remaining clothes, and made her drop to her knees.

The music continued to play, but Claire didn't notice. All that mattered was worshiping the massive member in front of her. She stopped sucking him for a moment to run her tongue along the underside of the member, her tongue ring rubbing alongside her brother's cock. She had been sucking her brother's cock since she was fourteen. She had been clumsy at first, but as they saying goes, 'practice makes perfect.' It also helped that both Jill and Tania had given her pointers as to how to give oral sex. Now, she could deep-throat him with great skill, using her mouth to give him even more pleasure.

Chris felt the metal stud on her sister's tongue run along his cock. He leaned back and closed his eyes, he began to reflect on his and Claire's relationship. It had began with their mother, Tania Redfield, the catalyst behind the sibling incest. But Chris fucking his sister would come later.

Tania was a psychologist, working at Exeter Hospital part-time before switching over to Raccoon Hospital, but she also had her own private practice which she operated from home. She was good at her job.

As it turned out, Chris was fucking her before Claire, and has been since he was fifteen.

The reason being was because of their father, Damien Redfield. An officer with the Raccoon Police Department, was also known as a notorious womanizer. In fact, their mother, Tania Redfield, was his second wife, as he had divorced his first wife. Tania had Chris when she was fifteen, but thanks to their father, Damien Redfield, he had doctored her birth certificate to make her eighteen. Tania thought that her husband would remain loyal to her, as she'd given him Chris and later Claire.

She was wrong. She had found out that he had gotten another woman pregnant, who carried the child to term, their half-sister. Even more surprising was the identity of the mother. Kathy Burton, Barry Burton's wife. Their half-sister was Moira Burton, of which Kathy had duped Barry into thinking that he was the father.

Kathy wasn't the only woman Damien had knocked up. As it turned out, he had been cheating on her throughout their entire marriage. Through a private detective whose son was a client of hers, Tania discovered that Damien had cheated on her throughout the entire marriage, and aside from Kathy, Damien had fathered at least three other children with other women; two of them being twins.

Tania had been livid. She had been loyal to her husband, despite their relationship's adulterous origins. She could had conducted an affair of her own, but instead, chose to seduce her son. It was a combination of loneliness and out of spite. When it happened, she was thirty and he was fifteen. She could not have chosen a better lover. Chris was no virgin, and even the boys at school talked about how his mom was a MILF, despite being a teenage mom at fifteen.

Then, a year later, came Jill Valentine. French-Japanese, and a repeat offender with a juvenile record. With her pale skin, dyed brown hair cut short and electric blue eyes, Chris was smitten the first time he had met her when he was a teenager. Jill had came from a broken home; her French-born father had been imprisoned for theft, and her ultra-strict Japanese mother had done nothing but verbally abuse her, leading Jill to run away from home numerous times.

Tania was Jill's doctor, having been assigned to Jill as a condition of her probation. It was also through Tania, that she met Chris. Jill didn't discover the incestous relationship between Chris and his mother until she had played the voyeur one night while staying over at their home. Tania had allowed Jill a place to stay whenever her mother kicked her out.

Jill was also privy to the incest between mother and son. The first time she had seen Chris fucking his mother was inside Exeter Park. Chris had led Tania off the path and into a secluded part of the park near the river. There, Chris had pinned his mother to a tree, hiked her skirt up and fucked her, right then and there. Jill had saw them when she was out for a nighttime jog. But instead of being revolted over the fact that her shrink was being fucked by her son, the action turned her on.

She had gotten herself off on that incident many times, not because of Chris, but because of Tania. Jill was bisexual, and had a thing for Chris's mother, which explained why she was a frequent visitor to the family home. The second time she saw Chris and Tania rutting, she had watched through an open crack in the master bedroom's door, fingering herself. The fact that Tania was submissive to her son had turned her on even more.

But Jill wasn't the submissive kind like Tania and her daughter was. While the female Redfields obeyed Chris without hesitation, Jill challenged him. While mother and daughter preferred lovemaking over a good, hard fuck, Jill prefered the latter any day of the week, and much to her delight, Chris delivered.

It was through one of these aforementioned intense fucks that their daughter was conceived. Jill was fifteen, and Chris, sixteen. Jill had found her way into Chris's bed, and things took off from there. The following morning, Tania had found the both of them in bed together. When Jill's mother kicked her pregnant daughter out, Tania took her in. After all, she liked Jill, in more ways than one. Thus, Tania became a grandmother at thirty-one, to Jessica Catherine Redfield.

In the end, Jill had gotten two lovers instead of one, and a devoted grandmother to her child. While she got off on Tania's talented fingers and tongue, Chris kept her satisfied with what she called, a 'twelve-inch slab of meat.' There was no love between Chris and Jill, only lust, as Chris saw Jill as 'another set of holes waiting to be filled.'.

Then, there was Claire Redfield. Tania had not planned on bringing Claire into the fold, but she the idea of Kathy Burton nursing her late husband's bastard daughter had overrode all concerns. So Tania did the unthinkable. When Claire was twelve, Tania began to train Claire. By 'training,' Tania had raped her daughter, gently, but repeatedly, making Claire cum with her fingers and tongue. Within six months, Claire was addicted to her mother. When Tania presented her to Chris a year later, she was already broken and dedicated solely to their mother, protected by both maternal lust and obsession.

Then when Chris began to fuck her, he added to Claire's obsession. Jill would soon follow. A year later, Claire would become a mother herself, her brother being the father. Claire would name her daughter Therese Rose Redfield. With the birth of Therese, Jill and the Redfield family had to relocate, moving away from Exeter and after following Chris around during his stint in the Air Force, settled in Raccoon City. While Tania returned to her maiden name, Chris and Claire continued to use their given name.

But Claire didn't mind sharing her brother with Jill and their mother, as their nightly orgies were always fun.

Claire had come to the realization long ago that she was a slut. An incestuous, shameless slut who loves her brother's cock inside her pussy. At least she fucked one man only, unlike Jade, Lydia and Stacey, who were known to fuck various men outside of the Pussycat for extra money. Between the three of them, they fucked at least fifteen combined in their quest to find the perfect sugar daddy, not to mention Lydia had caught the clap twice. They reminded Claire of the girls she went to school with, those who tend to fuck half of the football and basketball teams. Those same girls who called her a prude for not having sex.

If only they knew the truth...

The truth being that her brother was her lover, and the mother of her child. The truth that she was her brother's cumdump and literal sex toy to her mother. The truth that her brother and Jill's relationship was based on lust and hunger despite Jill being the mother to her own daughter, who was five years older than Therese.

Being submissive to her beloved brother was a massive turn-on for Claire. 'The esctasy of obedience,' is what their mother had called it. The fact that they could be caught was the last thing on Claire's mind as she blew her brother.

Chris looked at his watch. Less than twenty minutes to go and the pressure on his balls was starting to build. He couldn't fuck Claire in her tight little pussy, but her mouth was a nice substitute. His hands were on the back of his head, face-fucking her.

Claire knew that her brother was about to reach his climax and increased her ministrations. She loved oral sex, especially giving and receiving. She loved the taste of her brother's cock, especially with Jill's pussy juices smothered all over it. She loved the taste of his warm cum, thick and salty. She loved it even more when he shot it all over her face and chest.

Jade, Lydia and Stacey would probably call her a slut and a whore if they found out. In a way, they were right, only difference was that Claire fucked one man and Jill. And Claire saw the looks that they gave to her brother when he walked in. She felt no jealousy when she saw Jill with Chris. But the green-eyed monster reared its head when she saw those three skanks eying her brother.

One thing was for certain. She was madly in love with her brother. She didn't care if anyone else found it to be wrong, nor did she care that she had to share him with both Tania and Jill. All that mattered was Chris. She would do anything for him. Either way, Claire loved him dearly, and he was the same with her.

Chris had to stifle back a groan as he came, shooting thick globs of cum into his sister's pretty little throat, Claire swallowing every single drop of her brother's cum.

Claire stopped sucking on Chris for a moment, her mouth open, showing him what remained of his cum inside her mouth, smothered on her tongue. Cum and drool seeped out from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed the rest, licking the sides of the cock-shaft, her eyes not leaving Chris' as she resumed her work, sucking on him before she was satisfied that she had drained his balls.

Now horny beyond belief, Claire was about to go even further and let him fuck her, job be damned.

But there was only ten minutes remaining.

The pair quickly got dressed, Claire rinsing her mouth with a bottle of water placed inside the small fridge. Claire retrieved the cash left on the table and sat back in her brother's lap as they both tried to get themselves under control, Chris's arms around her waist while Claire had her head buried in the crook of her lover's neck.

"I love you," Claire whispered softly. "Even though this is wrong...I love you."

"A bit too late in having regrets, Claire."

Claire looked at her brother. "I'm not having any regrets. If there was one man who I wanted to fuck me, it would be you, and no one else."

Not to say that Claire did try and break off her sexual obsession with her brother. As Chris conducted an affair, so did Claire, only with her high-school beau, who was a senior. They had gotten serious, but Claire's holes belonged to her brother, and she did not put out, as her beau had hoped. She even went as far as to fuck both her brother and mother while she was on the phone with him.

That relationship lasted for six months. When Claire discovered that he had gotten back with his old flame, the cheerleader squad's captain – on the night of her junior prom, no less – she had returned home, not sad, but relieved that the relationship between them was now over. Claire had suspected that he was put off by the fact that she had a kid, and went back with his ex because she had no children.

Chris had just gotten off of work when Claire had stormed into the house. Before Chris could say anything, Claire was upon him like a vengeance, ripping off his clothes and her dress. Claire wanted release, and Chris was going to deliver on that. Then their mother joined in when she returned home from her shift at the hospital. Jill, was fast asleep, as were their children. Thankfully, she was a hard sleeper.

They spent all night and all day – as Chris had the following day off – in bed together, fucking like rabbits in heat, the perceived betrayal from her now ex-boyfriend forgotten.

Claire promised her brother that night that she would never date another man. He was all she needed.

Of course the jock had cone to regret his actions and tried to get back with Claire when she told him that she busted him, but Claire refused to give him the time of day. 'He'd had one shot and he'd blown it,' she thought. After graduation, she never saw him again.

"Don't think that this isn't over, Chris," Claire continued.

Chris gave Claire's ass a squeeze. "I know it's not over," he replied. "Once I finish dealing with these clowns, I'm coming home, and I am going to fuck you to the point that you can't walk."

Claire smiled. Wasn't the first time Chris had done it to her. And she had Chris all to herself for the night "I look forward to it."

Chris looked at his watch. "It's time."

Pouting, Claire got off his lap. Chris rose to his feet and pulled Claire close to him. "I love you too," he said, before the pair kissed yet again.

Claire smiled. Chris loved her smiles, a stark contrast to Jill, who was like ice. She rarely smiled. She smiled mostly to their daughter.

The shouts and screams coming from outside had all but interrupted the mood.

Upon exiting the Black Room, the siblings were greeted with the sight of several bouncers forcibly removing Chris's Air Force buddies out of the Champagne Room. The owner of the Pussycat was giving the men their marching orders, telling them to remove Chris's friends from his property.

Chris sighed, while Claire looked at her brother in sympathy. "Every damn time..." he grumbled.

This bachelor party was officially over.

*&^

Redfield Home, Raccoon City – one hour later.

The Redfields (and Jill) lived in a quiet suburb in a middle-class neighborhood in Raccoon City. The house they lived in was a nice four-bedroom, two story home that had cost them a pretty penny. Fortunately, the Redfields had plenty of money, stemming from a wrongful death lawsuit Tania had filed several years earlier.

It had been close to six months after Chris began to fuck Tania that the brakes on Damien Redfield's bike failed, and he crashed into a traffic pole, which had ejected him off his bike. But that was not what had killed him. Said traffic pole to the skull was what did him in. Tania cried crocodile tears when she received word of her husband's death. She attended her husband's funeral, but left her panties at home.

Once the funeral was over and the mourners left, mother and son spent their first night together in the master bedroom to mark Chris becoming the 'official man of the house,' showing off her now-shaved pussy to her son. Then, she filed a lawsuit on the motorcycle company. Fortunately for Tania, the company settled out-of-court, as they knew that once word broke, the company would go bankrupt. So they paid Tania Redfield $21 million. Tania made sure that none of Damien's other whores would come looking for a handout once they found out that Damien was dead.

The house wasn't the only property that Tania and Chris owned. Chris had suggested buying a couple of single-story duplexes near downtown Raccoon. Aside from the fact that they can rent out the rooms, one of them could be reserved for their personal use.

Tania liked that idea. Yakuma rented out one of the apartments along with her son. Claire had vouched for her. While Yakuma was unable to get a discount in rent, she did enjoy the occasional lesbian fuck sessions with Claire. Another tenant was Rebecca Chambers. She was a year younger than Claire, and a student at Raccoon University. Chris had found it odd that Rebecca could make rent when she didn't have a job. But he kept silent on the matter.

Claire suspected that she was spreading her legs to someone who was paying her bills. From what Claire heard of him, he was a powerful man in the city. Chris occupied the last apartment, but for appearances only. He also kept his distance, as he believed that she wasn't right in the head. Plus, she didn't like the looks she gave to him when it came time to collect on the rent. The other tenant was Cindy Lennox, a waitress at J's Bar in Raccoon City. Chris liked her. She paid her rent on time and kept to herself. Plus, she was dating George Hamilton, a doctor who worked at the hospital.

Chris pulled into the driveway of the home, taking note of Claire's motorcycle parked nest to his truck. His cock began to harden once again as he slightly trembled in anticipation of fucking his slutty little sister and pump his cum into all three of her holes.

Speaking of Claire, she was waiting for him inside the master bedroom. It was his and Tania's bedroom. Claire had a room of her own, but she preferred the master bedroom. She rarely wore makeup, but she reapplied the eye shadow and a fresh coat of lipstick after she had stepped out of the shower, as Chris could still smell the body wash she used. She was also naked, save for a black garter belt which connected to a pair of pantyhose, also black, her pussy wet, Chris noticed, as there was a damp spot on the bed from where she had been kneeling. Her hair framed her face.

She was like a goddess to him when she was naked, her, Jill and Tania. One time, all three women had stripped naked in front of him in an attempt to settle once and for all who had the better body between them. Chris couldn't decide between the three of them. They had bodies that other men would do anything to possess.

Now that Chris thought about it, Claire had stopped wearing her hair tied back for a while now. Her auburn locks ended at her shoulders, Claire styling it so that her right eye was covered. She looked liked a mature woman rather than his sister. Sexy, yet innocent at the same time.

"So...you finally showed up," Claire said.

"I should. It's my house," Chris replied as Claire got up from her place on the bed and walked over to her brother.

"Our house," corrected Claire. Without the heels, she was shorter than Chris; five-foot-six-and-a-half to his six-foot-one. The military life had been fruitful for her brother. He was lanky when he signed up for the Air Force. Now, he had packed at least fifteen pounds of muscle. "The sitter left a while ago, and Jessi and Therese are sleeping soundly."

Chris caressed the side of Claire's face with one hand, causing her to close her eyes and sigh from the contact. She felt a thin trickle of her juices trailing down her thighs from the contact. Her brother was so intoxicating to her. Chris had that natural charisma about him, a swagger that made him in her eyes, sexy and dangerous. Jill could attest to that, had she been there.

Then he forcibly pulled her close to him and kissed her just as hard as she had done back inside the Pussycat. This level of possessiveness turned Claire on immensely as her hands attempted to undo the buttons on Chris's shirt, before deciding to hell with it and ripped it off, sending buttons flying. Chris released his hold on Claire to fling the offending piece of clothing away, but didn't release his liplock on Claire.

But he was pushing her towards the bed. Claire immediately gotten the hint and broke off the kiss. But once again, Chris was one step ahead of her. He pushed her, and she fell backwards onto the bed. With a coy smile, she spread her legs, showing Chris her shaved snatch, dripping wet with her juices, the pussy lips thick with arousal.

Claire loved to give oral sex. But it was even better when she was on the receiving end. Between Chris and Jill, the former was the best, but Tania blew them both out of the water. But Claire wasn't complaining.

Chris shed his pants and underwear, his cock standing at attention. He could have fucked Claire right then and there. But he was due for some payback. He understood why the Pussycat had the 'no-touch' rule in place, but that rule didn't apply behind the walls of the Redfield home.

Chris settled in between Claire's legs, inhaling the sweet, pungent, musky smell of Claire's pussy. He loved that smell, and her sweet, yet sour juices. Her pussy beckoned to him; the pouting, shaved lips with the deep crease which ran into a vertical line between the folds. Just as Claire knew every contour of his body, Chris knew every inch of Claire's own, from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.

She was very wet, Chris knowing that she must have masturbated before his arrival. It was something she always had done when they started having sex, Claire getting herself wet and ready for her brother's cock. Claire, on the other hand, was horny beyond belief, which is why she grabbed a double handful of Chris's hair and shoved his face into her pussy.

"Don't tease me," she gasped. "Please don't tease me."

As she had shoved her brother's face into her aching pussy, she did not see the evil grin on Chris's face. She had teased him earlier in the night, bringing him to release, but stopping him from blowing his load. 'Two can play that game,' he thought as he kissed the lower lips, making her squirm, tasting the juices that coated her pussy lips.

"Dammit, Chris, stop teasing me!" Claire half-shouted, half-moaned.

"So it's okay for you to tease me and not you?" Chris shot back.

Before Claire could reply to that, she arched her back, a moan escaping from her throat as a wave of euphoria washed over her.

Chris had gave both pussy lips a single, long, torturous lick each. Then he opened her lips, exposing the most pinkness, her pussy gushing her juices.

She was very wet, Chris knowing that she must have masturbated before his arrival. It was something she always had done when they started having sex, Claire getting herself wet and ready for her brother's cock. Claire, on the other hand, was horny beyond belief, which is why she grabbed a double handful of Chris's hair and shoved his face into her pussy.

Chris had given both pussy lips a single, long, torturous lick each. Then he opened her lips, exposing the most pinkness, her pussy gushing her juices. He dove in like a man possessed, sticking his tongue into the hot little fuck hole, as far as he could get it in there, making her squirm even more.

As Claire had came already from her masturbation session, it didn't take Chris very long to take his sister to the brink. He knew her well. But before he could make her cum, he stopped licking.

That provoked an reaction from Claire. She grabbed his head once again and rammed it into her pussy. Chris resumed his licking, the mews and moans from Claire showing her approval. Then Claire sharply gasped as she felt a single digit invade her cunt. Then a second. And Chris was running his tongue along her lower lips. The pleasure was driving Claire insane.

Chris increased his ministrations, and was soon rewarded when Claire's body shook violently from the orgasm, her pussy juices coating both his hand and face. As Claire was reeling from her orgasm, Chris continued to assault her labia and clitoris until he was satisfied with his fill of her juices.

Chris smacked his lips. Claire tasted delicious, as always. Jill's juices were a bit more sour, but Chris wasn't complaining. Ever since he started fucking Jill, he unintentionally compared her to Claire. Both women couldn't be anymore opposite than the other, especially when it came to sex. Claire was more submissive, while in Jill's case, it was a fight to see who would be on top.

Claire held her tits in her hands, framing them as she moaned in need.

Chris stopped eating his sister out, his cock throbbing. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her inside the Pussycat, but didn't want her to lose her job. He kissed his way upwards from her cunt to her face, stopping to kiss each nipple.

Claire had a lazy smile on her face as she looked at her brother, his mouth and chin smeared with her juices. Her eyes were glazed over with lust as she licked her fingers with her tongue before playing with her clit. She kissed him, tasting her juices as Chris guided his cock into her pussy.

"Aaaahhhnnn..." Claire arched her back, the moan escaping from her lips as she felt Chris's turgid member invade her pussy, the vaginal walls expanding, Chris groaning at the moist, hot tightness that was his sister. Even after five years, Claire was still tight, her hot cunt gripping him like a vise.

They had fucked all over the house since then, even inside the garage, but the master bedroom was still their favorite place for sex. When their father died, Chris had moved into the master bedroom, and became the man of the house in more ways than one, pleasuring and fucking their mother and each other.

Behind these walls no one knew of what went on. Chris did more than just use Claire's body to get himself off. The more Chris used her, the more pleasure she received in return. Be it her pussy, mouth or ass, she felt...complete, whole with Chris inside of her.

For Chris, Claire's pussy was the lock, and he was the key. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Chris pushed in further, reminding Chris of the zombie movie he and Claire had watched the night before. The image of a naked Jill flashed in Chris's mind; with her short dyed hair and her blue eyes looking at him with lust and want. He banished the thoughts from his mind as he relished the feelings of his sister's tight little cunt ensnaring his cock, a feeling that he would never get tired of.

For the siblings, sex between them was more than incest. For Claire, being filled to the hilt by her brother's cock was a sacred experience for her, one she enjoyed a great deal. She loved him and he loved her. They talked about having kids down the line, and the risk of having inbred children. But for Chris and Claire, it was a risk willing to take. But they agreed that they would be the only ones who would commit incest, any kids would not.

Claire's legs wrapped around his waist as Chris kissed her, Claire moaning into his open mouth as Chris pulled out, then pushed his cock back into her tight little hole. Chris broke off the kiss so he could look at Claire. Hair splayed along the pillow, gray-blue eyes clouded over with lust, her tongue licking her lips in an obscene manner before smiling blissfully at her brother.

Chris felt her fingernails rake along his back, leaving angry red welts. Jill would do the same whenever he fucked her.

Chris watched his sister as she moaned, laughed, cried and screamed as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy, grunting and groaning at the sensations. For the Redfield siblings, it was the closest thing to heaven.

“I love it...” she rasped. “I love my brother's big, beautiful cock deep inside of me...” Claire was silenced when Chris kissed her in mid-sentence, Claire moaning into his open mouth as Chris fucked her pussy.

Claire always lost herself, succumbing to the intense pleasure that only he can give her, as Chris knew. Claire always had been very vulgar whenever she and Chris fucked. It was times like this that Chris forgot that the woman he was fucking was his sister.

Claire had that effect on him.

Her touch, her scent, her taste, the way her pussy pulsed around his cock, the way she cried out his name, even the way she looked at him with those bedroom eyes of hers as they both consummated their forbidden passion...it drove him wild with desire. She had that effect on him, even back when they first started.

Claire, on the other hand, was awash in the pleasure, feeling her brother's cock massage her pussy, his balls slapping her ass. She had never felt so...alive. Her filthy, obscene mouth was once again silenced by Chris kissing it, causing her to moan into his open mouth.

He attacked her neck and jawline, his favorite places to kiss at Claire. Her mewls and moans showed her approval of her brother's actions. After her masturbation session, it would be a while before she would cum again. Which is how Chris liked it, and would continue for the next several minutes.

Again, for a split second, Chris saw that it was Jill, instead of his sister, that he was fucking. Ever since that day in which he and Claire had gotten together, he have been, out of habit, comparing her to Jill. Jill was four years older than his sister, and just as wild in the sack. Her mixed ethnicity also added into her allure. The threesomes he had with her and Claire could be considered stuff of legend, had it not been for the sibling incest between himself and Claire.

And whenever Tania got involved, the ensuing fuck sessions would make a porn producer proud.

Claire released another loud moan, arching her back as another stab of pleasure raced throughout her body. Her hands were now above her head, and held there by Chris as he continued to ravage her body, her moans and cries driving him onward.

Like Claire, Chris would never fuck a different woman again. He had his mother, Jill and Claire.

Claire was able to get her hands free from her brother's grip, allowing her to grab Chris by the back of his head and pull him down for another heated kiss. Their positions then reversed, with Chris now on the bottom. One thing about his sister was that she was strong for her age, both in mind and physically. Aside from ballet classes, she had also ran track back in school. She also worked out alongside her brother and his S.T.A.R.S. Team whenever she got the chance.

This was her favorite position for her – the cowgirl. Here, she received more pleasure from her impaling her body onto her brother's cock. Now she could see why Jill liked to ride her brother so much. That, and she was the one in control of Chris and their lovemaking. Both her and Jill shared one similar characteristic when it came to sex: the more pleasure they give, the more pleasure they receive in return. And with Chris Redfield, the pleasure came in droves.

Claire broke the kiss and planted her hands on her brother's shoulders. She then pushed herself upright, straightening herself, cock still buried deep inside of her cunt. Claire then began to bounce on her brother's cock, using her weight to drive herself back onto his hardened member. Chris tried to pull himself up, but Claire pinned him to the bed, her hands on his shoulders as she continued to jackhammer herself onto his cock.

Sweat glistened off her body as Claire interlaced her hands with Chris's, her moans rising in pitch. Her tits bounced up and down as she rode her brother's cock with more urgency. It was like an unspoken competition between the incestuous siblings to see who could make the other cum first. So far, Chris was in the lead with giving Claire more orgasms, but Claire was closing the gap between the pair.

Claire felt her brother's hands unclasp from her own. Then she felt his hands on her tits. The C-cups were always hypersensitive to his touch, a fact which Chris exploited to the fullest, as Claire let out a strangled cry as the pleasure felt like a lightning bolt, touching off her nerves as she rode him even harder.

She rode him with great urgency, slamming her hips onto his, trying to make him cum before she did. Sometimes, she did make him cum, and sometimes, she didn't.

Her movements became even more desperate as she rode him, moaning and sobbing, in a futile attempt to get him off before he could do the same to her.

Then she experienced her second orgasm of the night as she slammed down her hips and arched her back and screamed. Chris grunted as her muscles gripped his cock, but he managed to hold off on his orgasm, her pussy juices coating his cock and balls and staining the bed further.

Claire collapsed onto him, her body twitching as she rode out her orgasm. This time, it was Chris, who reversed their positions, and Claire was once again, on the bottom.

Chris pulled out of his sister, his cock looking like it had been dipped in whipped cream. As Claire whimpered, Chris turned her over so that she was on her stomach. Claire immediately knew what Chris wanted. She got on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in the air.

Chris could have fucked her ass, but decided against it. He pulled her asscheeks open and shoved his cock back into her pussy, Claire helpless but to experience the pleasure her brother had given her.

As Chris found out the first time, Claire was even tighter from this position. As Chris began to pound her pussy from behind, her ass cheeks slapping his pelvic area in an erotic fashion, the more vulgar she got, as the pleasure drove her to the brink of madness.

"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..." Claire chanted, hands gripping the bedsheets. Tears were running down her face as her brother continued to plow into her from behind.

SLAP.

Claire let out a gasp as she felt her brother's hand come down on her asscheek. It stung, but combined with the pleasure she was receiving it turned her on even more.

"Spank...me..." Claire panted.

Chris complied. He brought his hand down on her other asscheek.

SLAP.

Claire shuddered in pleasure as Chris repeated the action, slapping Claire on her left asscheek, then the right, while continuing to drive his cock in and out of her pussy. He continued for a moment before stopping, Claire whispering her thanks before placing his hands on her hips to steady his thrusts, her ass shaking from the impact of his hips as he drove his cock home repeatedly into his sister's tight cunt.

Had he looked at Claire, he would have seen quite the sight. Drool was trailing from the corner of the mouth, her tongue was hanging out, the eye shadow had been smeared by her tears, creating tracks which had ran down her face.

Chris felt the pressure in his balls starting to build. But he wanted to get his sister off before he blew his load. So he increased his pace. It wouldn't be too long now. He told Claire that he would fuck her to the point that wouldn't be walking, and he was going to be a man of his word.

"Tell...me you love...me," Claire panted. "Tell me you love me..."

Chris responded by burying himself to the hilt and leaning forward to whisper into her ear. "I love you."

Claire craned her neck so she could look at her brother. "I love you too," she whispered back as she kissed him.

Then Chris resumed pumping his cock in and out of his sister's tight little pussy, Claire's whimpers, mewls and moans goading him on.

When Claire came again, it was like a supernova had exploded in her body. She screamed. And screamed loud, her pussy muscles clamping down on Chris's cock like a vise. That did it for Chris, as his sister's orgasm pushed him into his own. He moaned through clenched teeth as he came, the liquid fire shooting its way into Claire's pussy.

As Claire screamed in pleasure, her body shuddered and jerked as if it were being electrocuted. Then her screams became another strangled cry as her orgasm began to wind down. Then she collapsed onto the bed in a heap, her body twitching, whimpering and moaning.

With a sluicing sound, Chris pulled out of her sister's pussy, the combined juices of their sex dripping out of her pussy and onto the bedsheets. Chris was spent. He laid back down, on his back. Claire snuggled close to him, the bedsheets forgotten, a lazy smile on her face, her body twitching, her legs numb. Chris had promised to fuck her to the point that she wouldn't walk straight, and he was a man of his word.

"So good," Claire cooed as she kissed his neck. "If I knew my brother was such a good fuck, I'd stared much sooner.”

“Thirteen wasn't soon enough for you?” retorted Chris. “Any younger and I'd be accused of being a pedophile.”

“Ephebophile,” Claire corrected. “Not pedophile. You fucked me when I was a teen.”

Chris looked at the clock. It was almost 5:30 in the morning. He made sure that the alarm was off before drifting off to sleep.

Claire soon followed shortly after.

*&^

It was nearly nine in the morning inside the Redfield home. Inside the master bedroom, Chris and Claire were fast asleep, naked, the covers kicked to the floor, their body heat keeping the other warm. Chris was on his back while Claire was snuggled into his side.

Claire woke up first, a pleasurable pain coming from within her pussy as the memories of last night, from the Pussycat to their fucking last night came back to her. Claire propped her head up on her arm and looked at her brother, a smile on her face. Never in her wildest dreams had she even considered a sexual relationship with her brother.

She knew it was wrong. Hell, incest was illegal in most place across the globe. It had been around for thousands of years, but still illegal. On the flip side, any children she had with Chris would turn out normal, as she had researched the subject of children born out of incest, and she wanted to have kids sometime down the line. But she would make sure that their children would not follow the path that both her and Chris were on. She would make sure that they were the only Redfields who did this.

Chris had told her that once you committed incest, then you would see the world in a different point of view. After their first night together, Claire found out that he was right. You look at other siblings or other blood relatives and wonder if they were doing the same thing as they were doing. But with the incest between them, there were risks. Risks of them being discovered and having the stigma of fucking one's blood relative follow them for the rest of their lives.

Such as the case of the Ashford siblings, Alfred and Alexia. Born into a noble family, their sibling incest had all but scandalized polite British society once it went public, as it was a scorned lover from Alfred who had been the whistleblower.

Alexia - a genius - had lost her teaching post at Oxford, while her brother lost his commission in the military. Their father, Alexander, disowned both siblings, calling them a 'disgrace to the honorable Ashford family name,' and named his youngest son his successor once the news had broken out, along with Alexia's pregnancy. Last anyone has heard of them was that they were somewhere in South America.

Jill found it amusing that the Ashford siblings were into incest just as Chris and Claire was. The Redfield siblings had met them when Chris and Claire were in England conducting a training exercise with the Air Force three months ago.

Claire remembered Captain Wesker and Enrico Marini speaking about the scandal during a visit to the R.P.D. To Claire, incest was just a word, and sibling incest was just a phrase. But they kept it a secret from the public. But the adage, as both Claire and Chris found out was indeed true: sibling incest was indeed the best. She had never felt so...alive. Claire didn't see herself as a religious person, but the sex she had with Chris was something close to a 'spiritual experience.'

Claire trusted Chris, a trust that went back when they were kids. And he trusted her. That was one of the reasons why their relationship was so strong. Otherwise, she would have still been working at Emmy's and not at the Pussycat. The fact that they were doing something so forbidden turned her on even more. It was a price she would gladly pay.

Such as the Ashford siblings had. And the price they paid was very high.

Chris stirred. Then he opened his eyes, and found himself staring into Claire's smiling face. "Hey."

Claire kissed him on the lips, a peck. "Hey yourself. You don't have to work today, do you?"

"Not this weekend. Why?"

"Just feel like staying in today." Her smile turned sly. "Clothing optional once the girls get their naptime."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Very much." Claire gave him another kiss on the lips. This time, Chris responded in kind. As much as she wanted to fuck, her legs still were numb from the intense fucking her brother had given her. She broke off the kiss and buried her head back into the crook of his neck, smelling his scent.

Chris held her tight. He loved Claire. More than just brother to sister. He had watched her grow up from a teenager to a woman. It was a love shared between a man and a woman. Forbidden, yes, but it was a love all the same. How could something to wrong be so right? It was like opening Pandora's Box whenever he fucked his sister.

He could have fucked Claire right then and there. But he chose not to, as he too was still recovering from the previous night's session. But despite the fact that his Air Force buddies had been kicked out of the Pussycat, last night was indeed fun. Just as it always has been whenever he and Claire would get together.

*&^

It was almost noon when Chris woke up to an empty bed.

As he sat up and swung his feet over the edge of his bed, something caught his attention. Placed on the nightstand were two $100 bills, two $20 bills and a single $10 bill. The same cash Chris had given her last night.

Chris chuckled to himself. He only gave her the cash so that her boss wouldn't draw any suspicion onto Claire or himself. Claire worked three nights out at the Pussycat, yet she brought home more money than he did. He was fortunate that Claire carried her own weight when it came to their bills.

'I wonder since I paid for her services, does this make her a whore?' Chris idly thought as he got up out of the bed, picked up some clothes and walked into the bathroom.. 'She's my whore, and I won't share her with another man. She's all mine.'

Five minutes later, Chris emerged from the bathroom, clean. He had a pretty good guess as to where Claire was. He walked out of the bedroom.

&^%

Chris found his sister in the kitchen, standing at the kitchen's island marble countertop, sipping a cup of tea. Her hair was down, and she was in her favorite shirt: a gray button-down dress shirt, once belonging to Chris. She also had a blue skirt that covered her modesty. Chris also knew that Claire was naked underneath, as usual. Either that, or she was wearing a thong. Of course, after Chris had ripped them off in his haste to fuck her, Claire stopped wearing them altogether.

Chris walked up behind her and wrapped his arm around her torso. Claire sighed as she leaned backwards into her brother, feeling his lips kiss her neck. Her pussy, now less sore, was starting to get wet. Only her brother knew how to make her so horny to the point that she would let him fuck her in public.

Not that she and Chris had already done that, of course. When Tania told her of her and Chris' trysts in Exeter Park, Claire wanted to do the same. So she and Chris went to Raccoon Park, and hiked along the Marble Trail. There, Claire got naked and the pair fucked near the river. Fortunately, no one didn't see them.

"The girls are watching cartoons," Claire smiled. "Gives us some alone time for a bit."

"Good," Chris smiled back. No need for Jessi and Therese to ruin things with a "Daddy!"

"I was thinking..." Claire breathed.

"About what?" Chris asked.

"You paid me last night," Claire replied, exhaling sharply as her brother squeezed her left tit. "You paid me and I sucked you off. And then you fucked me when you came home. Does that make me a whore?"

Chris chuckled. "I was thinking the same thing. But you did give me the money back."

"But what do you want me to be, Chris?" Claire whispered. "I'll always be your sister, and the mother of your child."

"You be what you want yourself to be," he replied. "You want to be my personal little whore, then you can be my personal little whore.” He squeezed her tit. “Only difference is I get to fuck you for free, and you're mine."

Claire smiled. Then she felt Chris turn her around and sit her on the counter. As expected, she was naked underneath the shirt, which did a good job of covering her tits, but her pussy was exposed. She opened her legs and grabbed Chris by the back of his head, pulling him in for another heated kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist, Claire moaning into his open mouth.

Had you asked what he would be doing four years ago, screwing his sister (and before that, their mother) was not at the top of the list.

But it was still dangerous for their relationship to become public knowledge. Behind these walls, however, they were safe.

For Claire, her outside appearance was that of a tomboy who loves motorcycles. Now, she was anything but. Behind the privacy of their home, she was actively trying to seduce him, which wasn't hard. Normally, she would be wearing a thong and a tanktop which barely covered her tits. Or she would walk around the house fully naked, something she has done since alongside her mother whenever the children were not at home.

Chris then broke off the kiss and freed himself from Claire's grip. Claire had a puzzled look on her face as Chris left the kitchen. When he returned, he placed $50 on the counter - the two 20s and the single 10. Claire looked at the money, then back at her grinning brother.

"You want to be my personal little whore, then I'm gonna get my money's worth," Chris said.

Claire smirked at her brother. She was off the counter and on her knees in an instant, pulling her brother's pants down to his ankles, freeing his rapidly hardening cock.

Another thing about their sex life was the roleplaying. It's what made the sex even more exciting, what made Claire come back for more. The roleplaying came into play when Claire started to work at the Pussycat. It also made Claire appreciate lingerie more. The schoolgirl, cheerleader, and the nurse's uniform were her favorites, as were Chris's. For Claire, she had the advantage of their mother teaching her oral sex, usually on him. Bobbing her head, Claire shrugged off her shirt, leaving her naked. Chris groaned in pleasure as Claire sucked him off, while once again, fingering herself, satisfying the itch from her pussy, her juices coating her fingers.

She sucked cock just like their mother, Chris realized. Tania did teach her after all. Their father was a prude when it came to oral sex from their mother, but he had no problem getting his rocks off by whatever whore he was fucking at the moment sucking on his cock. The tongue ring just added more to the pleasure.

"Shit," Chris hissed as he ran his fingers through his sister's hair. "You like sucking dick like a whore, do you? Keep it up and I'll fuck you like a whore next."

"Am I better at sucking your cock than Angela?" Claire asked, jerking him before resuming her work.

Angela Miller. His first girlfriend nine years ago. They had sex, but she had broken up with him. She had in her words, 'upgraded from the son of a cop to a varsity football player.' Which is kinda ironic, as she was now a cop herself.

"Oh, God, yes you are," Chris rasped. It was true. His ex-girlfriend had no technique or skill when it came to blowjobs. Claire and Jill were tied as to who was the better at giving head. Tania was still the best.

"That's it," her brother rasped, pulling back from her warm mouth, a trail of spit connecting the cockhead and her pouty lips.

"Stand up and bend over."

Claire complied. She stood up, turned around, and bend over the island countertop. She took a swig of her tea before using her hands to pry her asscheeks apart, showing her dripping wet pussy, the lips puffy, eagerly waiting for his cock to fill her up once again.

She didn't have to wait long, as Chris buried himself to the hilt. Claire's eyes bugged out as she let out another strangled moan as her brother began to pound into her ass without mercy. He was still worn down from last night, which meant that he wouldn't last for long. Claire knew this as well.

Chris continued to pound into his sister without mercy. "Is this what you wanted, baby sister?" he whispered harshly as her ass cheeks jiggled with each thrust. "You wanted this. You wanted to be treated like a whore." He leaned forward, and grabbed at her tits. "I'll pay for your ass next time, whore."

"A whore..." Claire savored the word. "I'm your whore...a dirty whore."

"Does it excite you? Fucking for money?" Chris asked as he picked up the pace. "You're a whore, Claire. A fifty-dollar whore."

The next line Chris had said wasn't roleplay. It was fact. "You're mine, Claire. Mine."

As it turned out, Claire hadn't also recovered fully from last night. The hard fucking from her brother had driven her to orgasm, which pushed Chris into his own, once again shooting his cum deep inside her pussy, sobs of pleasure coming from her mouth as her body shuddered under her brother.

Chris brushed his lips against his sister's bare shoulder. "Enjoy that. Tania Rose?" he asked, using his sister's stage name.

Claire giggled. "Very much. I should be your whore more often."

"When I call you by your stage name, you're my whore," Chris whispered. "Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"What's the going price for a whore?"

"For you...free," Claire breathed.

Before Chris could say anything, there was a knock at the door. "Now what?" he growled.

"I forgot to mention that I ordered out," Claire breathed. She reached over and grabbed one of the $20 bills. "Pay for the food. I'll be in the den."

Chris took the money and pulled himself out of his sister. While he made himself look presentable, Claire didn't bother buttoning her shirt once it was back on. With his cum and her juices seeping down her legs, Claire half-sashayed, half-stumbled into the den.

Chris chuckled as he walked over to the front door.

*&^

Claire had ordered their favorite dishes; braised wings for Chris, and the beef and broccoli plate for herself, with the pair sharing a carton of house fried rice. Therese and Jessi had the "kid's specials," as they didn't quite eat as much. While the family ate, Chris and Claire talked about their previous day's events; Claire and her job at the Pussycat, and Chris working at the R.P.D. As it was Saturday, they had the day to themselves before Claire's babysitting/tutoring session with Sherry Birkin, which would be the following day.

Once the food was tucked away, Chris and Claire put the girls to bed for a post-lunch nap (Chinese food always made them sleepy). Then the siblings relaxed in the den. They were stretched out on the couch, Claire resting up against her brother's chest, still naked, his arm draped around her torso, while the other was rubbing her inner thigh. Any higher and he would be rubbing her pussy. Claire literally had to fight the urge to jump on her brother yet again, especially since his hand was near her cunt. Her other hand was interlaced with her brother's own.

Ever since her first time, it had always been like that. Serial killers fought the urge to kill, and failed. Claire fought the sexual urge to fuck her brother yet again. And every time, the pressure would build, demanding release, her brother being the only person who can give her what she needed, what she craved.

Chris' hand gently trailed across the rose tattoo on her thigh. It had been a surprise for him on Claire's eighteenth birthday. Originally, Claire wanted her brother's name tattooed above her pussy, but she decided against it. Claire had saw the rose design in a book and liked it.

Their mother had trained Claire, shaped her, and made her into the kind of woman that she was today. In other words, Tania's 'instruction' of Claire had gone horribly right. Tania had trained her into becoming the perfect little slut who would fuck only her brother. While their mother was unable to have anymore children, Tania would see to it that Claire would be willing to breed. All to spite her husband.

And given the fact that Claire had given birth their inbred bastard daughter, that plan also went horribly right.

Claire loved her daughter. Therese was just a bundle of energy, and loved her mother and 'honorary daddy,' as she called Chris. She was born healthy, and not with any defects. The official story was that the child's father had died in a car accident while Claire was pregnant. Chris did claim his daughter with Jill, however. When Therese was older, they would tell her the truth.

'Maybe I'll teach her the way Mom taught me,' Claire thought as he pussy began to dampen yet again. The idea of being her brother's whore was exciting. But she knew that all her holes were Chris's property. The tattoo on her thigh reminded her of that.

"What are you thinking about?" Chris asked.

"Our daughter," Claire replied.

"What about her?" Chris asked, his hand dangerously close to his sister's pussy.

"I was thinking about training her when she gets older enough," Claire replied. "You know, the same way that Mom taught me."

"You'd like that, would you?" Chris replied as he felt his sister shudder as he moved his hand over her snatch, cupping it, feeling her juices ooze from her slit. "Turn our daughter into a walking cumdump like you?" he sneered, slipping one finger inside her pussy.

"Yes..." Claire moaned, grinding her pussy into his hand. "Make her into a Daddy's Girl. Double the trouble when she turns twenty."

"You'd be what, thirty-four?" Chris asked as he fingered his sister.

"Yeah..."

What Tania had done to Claire was considered rape. By law, Chris was supposed to take his mother in. But he coudn't do that, as that would all but destroy his family in the inevitable firestorm. It made him a hypocrite, seeing as how he was working on a case at the R.P.D. involving a victim of incest and rape at the hands of her father and uncles.

"Jill wouldn't probably go for it with Jessi," Claire continued. "But I would." She pulled her brother's hand from her pussy and brought it to her lips, licking the juices off his finger. She enjoyed the taste. Then she brought his hand back to her pussy, Chris resuming his lazy fingering of her dirty snatch. "You know I would do anything for you. You can breed her like you did to me..."

Fortunately for Chris, the news was on, allowing him to avoid answering Claire at the moment.

The news on the TV was in regards to the Ashford sex scandal regarding Alfred and Alexia. They had somehow made it out of England and were spotted in the Bahamas. Then their trail ran cold once they reached Brazil.

"Didn't we meet those two last year?" Claire asked.

Chris nodded. "We did. London."

Chris was an Air Force reservist, an officer with the rank of Lieutenant. For the summer, he was sent to England on a NATO training exercise. Claire had came along as well, as she had recently graduated from high school. Alexia was nice enough, but Alfred looked at him as if he was a bug that needed to be squashed whenever Alexia flirted with him, even going as far as to outright trying to seduce him inside his hotel room. Then the truth had been revealed by a jilted lover of Alfred's, of their sibling incest. Even worse, she had pictures to prove it.

Of course when Wesker, Barry and Enrico had found out about Chris having met the pair, as Chris had a photo of himself, Claire and the Ashford siblings in the living room, they asked him if he had suspected anything, and Chris said no, as it had been a shock to him. Both the S.T.A.R.S. commander and the second-in-command left it at that. The incident reminded Chris and Claire just how high the risks were in their forbidden love, and they planned accordingly. Separate beds whenever they traveled abroad, Claire using her mother's first and maiden name to throw off suspicion whenever they traveled.

Claire thought that her brother was paranoid when he told her not to leave any type of records or photos that would expose their forbidden relationship. But now she saw that his paranoia was not misplaced.

The Redfield home wasn't the only place they enjoyed fucking in. Aside from the duplex, Tania had instilled in them a love of nature, which led to their second favorite place to fuck: inside Raccoon Forest, with the Marble Trail as their favorite place, as it was remote. They even found an abandoned cabin within the forest, along with a condemned hospital further down.

Chris knew of the abandoned hospital, as he and several other R.P.D. officers had to break up several booze-fueled, under-aged alcohol binges there many a weekend. And then there was the abandoned mansion inside the forest. Chief Irons had almost shit a brick when someone had mentioned it to him. That proved suspicious towards Chris, but he kept silent on the matter.

"Never suspected that they were doing the same thing we were doing," Claire said.

"Neither did I, and they've both been fucking each other longer," replied Chris.

That much was true. The scorned lover had absconded with both Alfred's journal and Alexia's diary, which revealed that he and Alexia were in a sexual relationship since they were both thirteen. Lord Alexander Ashford had shit a brick once he found out.

Excerpts from Alexia's diary had mentioned that she was becoming bored with the relationship, and had her eye on someone else whom she had not named. It was one of the reasons Claire had stopped dating other men when things heated up between herself and Chris, to avoid something like this happening.

"Well, I think Alexia had the hots for you," Claire said. "She was looking at you like a piece of meat. The same look I saw in her, I see in Jill."

"Well that explains the evil glares that Alfred had been giving me," Chris said. "She wrote that she was getting tired of her brother, seeing as how she tried to seduce me."

Claire turned around, so what she was sitting on his lap, arms draped around his neck. "I will never...ever...get tired of you, Chris Redfield," she said in a husky tone. "As long as you won't get tired of me."

Chris smiled. "I think I can agree to that," he said, hands now creeping inside her shirt, rubbing her back.

Claire returned the smile and kissed her brother once again. Their mother had created a sexual monster in his sister. But she was fiercely loyal to him, despite having to share him with Jill.

Chris didn't kiss her. He instead attacked her breasts, knowing that they were ultra-sensitive, kissing and licking at the flesh.

Then her nipples ached for attention, of which he was more than happy to give, kissing and licking at the rubbery flesh.

"Aahh...umm..." Claire's tongue licked her lips as she ran her fingers through his short hair. Her brother knew just what turned her on. He knew her so well. "Don't tease me...please...please..."

Chris could have tortured Claire a bit more, but he wanted to be inside of her more than anything, just as she wanted him inside of her. He ordered Claire off of his lap so that could remove his pants and underwear. He was only able to get one leg out before Claire climbed back on top of his lap, her back facing Chris. Gripping his erect member in her slender hand, Claire guided it to her pussy lips and lowered herself onto his shaft.

Claire liked to fuck, but making love was just as fun. It was one thing Claire had over Jill, who preferred hard, intense fucking.

Claire set the pace. She was strong for her age. Given her tomboyish ways, her mother had forced her to take ballet classes, meaning that Claire did have some background in dancing. Claire had stopped going to the classes after Therese was born, but kept up with the exercises, thus giving Jill a run for her money in flexibility. Claire also drew on her flexibility whenever she danced at the Pussycat, which made Stacey, Jade and Lydia jealous.

Delicate, yet powerful in her own right as she rose from his lap, pulling his cock out halfway before settling back down again.

She repeated the motions again, settling into a steady rhythm, gracefully riding her brother's cock, Chris's hands were on her hips to steady her.

"I'm a better fuck than Jill," Claire rasped, her voice vulgar as she continued to ride her brother, turning her head so she could face him. "Jill has nothing on me. She wants to fuck. I can fuck and make love."

There was an unspoken competition between Claire Redfield and Jill Valentine, with Chris Redfield stuck in the middle. Claire was better at giving blowjobs and her pussy was tight, but Jill's ass was tighter than her snatch.

Chris had made his intentions clear. There was no way he could choose between the both of them, and he hoped he'd never have to.

But Claire was right about one thing. Jill's lovemaking was hard and intense, as if she was trying...to feel. But he decided to worry about that later. Claire was all that mattered. Moving her hair over one shoulder, he kissed her back, moving his hands from her waist to her tits, grabbing a double handful of the soft flesh.

She continued to rock her hips, eyes nearly glazed over, sighing in pleasure at the sensations of both her brother's cock invading her pussy and his hands on her tits. Her hands moved to cover Chris's own as his lips kissed her shoulder. He had already came inside of her. Now, he wanted to cum on her face.

“Fuck me,” Claire whispered as she leaned backwards, grinding her lips, her juices spilling from her snatch. “Fuck your little incestuous whore...I'm your whore.”

The fact that Claire could feel this way, that such a dirty word could turn on her so immensely gave her more pleasure as she raised herself upright and increased the tempo of her movements. “Cum on my face,” she pleaded. “Cum on your baby sister's face...cum on your little whore's face...”

She felt his cock twitch inside of her pussy. She knew that Chris was ready to blow his load. Claire quickly got off her brother, while at the same time, Chris stood up. Claire spun around and got down to her knees, one hand fingering her pussy while the other was jerking her brother's turgid member, waiting for her payday.

She had managed to close her eyes and open her mouth when she heard her brother groan. She felt the first stream of his cum splash inside her open mouth. The second blast landed along the bridge of her nose. Several shots landed in her hair and chest as she closed her mouth and swallowed the salty treat. One shot landed on her eye as she licked her lips, just as another shot landed on her chin.

Claire felt Chris's cock go flaccid in her hand and knew that he was done for the moment. But she was content. As her eyes were still closed, she did not see Chris stand up, nor did she see him kick away his pants. She did, however, felt him pull her to her feet and dragged her to the bathroom to clean herself up.

One thing for sure, Claire Redfield realized as she was hauled to the bathroom, that it was going to be a very long weekend.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.

*&^

Hours later…

Jill's pussy was starting to itch when she returned to Raccoon City. By the time she arrived at the what she considered her home, she was practically leaking. Then again, Chris always had that effect on her, Claire as well.

The Redfield siblings and their mother were the last people she'd expect to be into incest. But the memory of Chris fucking her mother back in Exeter Park and the second memory of Chris fucking Claire along the Marble Trail still burned brightly inside her mine.

She had played back that scene so many times. And she had gotten herself off on it just as many times. So much so that she decided to try the real thing. Truth be told, she was attracted to Claire more than Chris, as she preferred women...most of the time. Chris was just a bonus, the end justifying the means. And, just as he was with his and Claire's child, Chris was a good father to Jessi.

That and the fact that he could make her cum as hard as he did were a couple of reasons why she did not blow the whistle on them. There was no love between herself and Chris, and it was better for the both of them this way. Honestly, she didn't know what was between herself and Chris. It was lust mixed with hunger, of which Claire called their relationship a 'fucked up thing,' to which Jill replied 'says the slut who is spreading her legs for her brother.'

She had her own key, which she used to enter the house. The faint smell of Chinese food hung in the air, but the smell of sex was stronger. A thin smile spread across her lips as she could guess what had happened.

It was fun to have sex with both Chris and Claire, but it was just as fun to watch the siblings in action, as something so taboo could get her off.

Unlike most single teenage mothers, who ended up on welfare, or due to her past as a teenage thief with a juvie record, Jill Valentine considered herself to be one of the lucky ones. Her past encounters with the police force had turned her off from being a police officer, but she still had the desire to help those less fortunate. First, the high school dropout had to get her GED. Then, Tania had put her through nursing school, where Jill had graduated top of her class.

Now, she worked at Raccoon Hospital as a nurse, thanks to Tania.

Tania was still out of town, meaning that Jill could get in some quality time with Chris, if Claire hadn't beaten her to it.

She ascended up the stairs and found the master bedroom door open. What she found inside the room did not surprise her not one bit.

Chris and Claire were in bed. Both were naked; Chris on his back, his cock flaccid, while Claire was beside him, also naked, face-down, one arm draped over her brother's chest.

If they were not both naked, and Jill knowing that she was a slut to her brother's cock, the scene might have been very touching.

But Jill Valentine knew otherwise. Alexia and Alfred had nothing on these two. She was privileged to be part of this perverted family, and damn if she didn't feel the need right now. Quietly, she disrobed, and tried to get closer to the sleeping siblings.

She tried to use all her stealth from her days as a former thief to sneak in, after having disrobed, her clothing under an arm.

Then Chris's nose twitched. And sniffed. And his eyes slowly opened. He took in the sight of his naked partner. Her tits were bigger than Claire's with their dark brown nipples, and like Claire, there was no hair on her mound.

“Welcome home,” he told the sneaky ex-thief. His cock was starting to rise at the sight of his naked lover.

“How could you tell?”

“I felt my nose itch. Then I smelled you. A scent that I always enjoy.”

Jill licked her lips. “I hope you got some left in the tank, Redfield, cause it's my turn now.”

Chris smiled. “Always.” Jill needed some loving, and he'd make sure she got it.