An adult stories – One Big, Happy Family Ch. 03 by billwells1,billwells1 The night that I was raped started like most others. My name is Christy, I’m a twenty one year-old nurse and I live with my mother Maria, my brother Will, and my Aunt Lori. My father passed away a few years ago, but his insurance allowed us to live well. Mom didn’t work and my brother was twenty-five, a college graduate with an engineering degree who free-lanced but hadn’t found his true calling yet, ( or so I supposed.) My Aunt was a waitress at a local diner, mostly because I believe that she liked to flirt and had a sassy personality that garnered her plenty of tips and compliments on her alluring figure. She really wasn’t the “homebody type” and was much more out-going than any of us.
Mom is basically a “shopper.” Hey, she has a little money now and alot of free time, so why not. Isn’t that what most women strive for? And I think its done wonders for her. Lately, she has come out of her conservative shell, maybe getting out and being free to express her personality has been enriching for her. She still has a great figure after forty years and two children and she has begun to show it off. I haven’t noticed any special new man in her life, but now that I think about it, she is awfully secretive about her social life and I’ve seen her whispering to both my aunt and brother on many previous occasions.
Her clothes and manner of speaking have both changed, especially at home. She was always rather prim and guarded in public and was a proper example of motherhood with us. But in the past few months, I’ve seen more cleavage revealed in her choice of outfits and she uses more provocative language with all of us and even engages in tickling matches and “dirty” banter that she used to find inappropriate. I don’t know if possibly my aunt has opened her up to coquettish ways, or if my brother’s semi-juvenile behavior has corrupted her. Either way, I think it’s great that they all get along so well and I wish sometimes that I was more involved in their circle, but I’m fairly conservative too, and my dealings with the public often are on a more serious level.
My aunt is only 32 years old and she and Will have always been close due to their slight age difference. Lori is a bawdy lady and Will is a free-spirit, their connection runs deep and I think that they are rubbing-off on my mom. Those two have been on the same wave-length for a while now, sharing little secrets and always seeming to be involved in private conspiracies. They whisper jokes to each other and are always sneaking away for something where they emerge later-on, laughing or acting as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. And now, mom has joined in their small clique, trading subtle glances and disappearing in twos or threes, while almost pretending that I must be just imagining things.
I know that I sound paranoid at times, and I really do just want them to be happy, but sometimes, I swear that I have just missed catching them with a hand in the cookie jar and I see twitching eyebrows and sideways looks that have a suggestive, guilty air to them. I only wish that every so often I am invited-in on whatever secretive doings that they have going on. I desperately want to be included in their happiness or want to be a partner in their crimes. But I don’t wish to say anything negative or obvious, for fear of allowing my own battered ego to harm our family dynamic. I love them all and I know that truly, they are not shutting me out of anything, and only my loneliness is the thing that’s affecting me. What else could it be?
I’m about 5’6″ and weigh 120 pounds, (most of tits, as Lori would say.) I have shoulder-length, wavy brownish-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. My round figure includes big cheeks and pouty pink lips. At work, they say that I have curves in all the right places and as I’ve said, I inherited the family’s tendency toward bodaciousness. I’d guess that mom is probably a 36 Double-D, Aunt Lori a 34D and I am the runt, merely a 34C. But the doctors are always hitting on me and they mention (just loud enough for me to hear,) that I am built for pleasure.
But pleasure is something that I have not found much of. Maybe that is why I feel so isolated at home and cloistered at work. I’m not a virgin, but I am fairly straitlaced. Most of my exotic sexual escapades are rooted in my latenight fantasies. But I am very interested in breaking-out of my sexually-stunted shell and experiencing more erotic adventures.
I take my profession seriously and never fool around at work and will not even join my male co-workers for anything more than coffee or “happy hours” with a group of people. I don’t care to ruin my reputation, and infact I believe that some of my disaffected male suiters have been spreading the rumor that I’m a lesbian. Even if I were, (and I’ve had sexual fantasies concerning both sexes,) I would not do anything in public view. If I could find a partner (or partners of either sex,) to have fun with and feel free to experiment with all manner of imagined kinks, who would keep our behavior hidden and never think to humiliate or blackmail me, I would certainly enjoy the opportunity to express my overwhelming desires to give and receive pleasure with no holds barred.
My vivid imagination about steamy, raunchy, sexual liaisons have lately not only infiltrated my nightly dreams but have begun to color my waking moments too. When I sit at home with my family, I am always thinking that their familial closeness seems just a bit too intimate. I hear scraps of conversation and detect sexual overtures. And I know that I have not developed “x-ray vision,” but I can see that both my mother and my aunt are apparently prancing around the house more and more, without wearing bras and my brother not only is in a near-constant state of erection but he seems to sit with his legs spread when facing me and he appears to stroke his rigid appendage blatantly infront of the women.
This sexual openness is new to me and also new in our home. I have to continually question myself as to whether I’m fantasizing in broad daylight or if there is some mysterious sensual tension in the room. Aunt Lori, Will and amazingly, my mom will make open and sometimes lewd jokes or remarks about one another’s anatomy if they happen to spot the ponderous bulge in Will’s tight-fitting shorts or the sharply protruding and clearly well-defined nipples of the ladies. And then they seem to take great joy in humiliating me by drawing me into their perverted discourse.
I am often asked by one or all of them if my nervous agitation while they are teasing each other, is a sign that I am being “turned-on” by their deviant behavior and if I am feeling a certain warmth in my pelvic region or trying to conceal my own sprouting nipples. I am forced to stumble through uncomfortable laughter or actually leave the room. Then I hear them commenting on my figure just like at work, loud enough that I know they’re talking about me but not quite understanding the meaning of it all. They generally beg me not to leave or mention that they are “just being silly,” or that some combination of alcohol and innocent conversation between adults is just a pleasant way to unwind together.
When I make my retreat to my bedroom or to the downstairs den, I am usually left with a torrent of visual imagery and lingering thoughts of sexual corruption and incest. Then I’m forced to re-examine the previous encounter and dissect every phrase and gesture, wondering what exactly I’m missing or getting wrong! But the images in my head won’t subside. And every time that I go over it, my mind’s eye tells me that Will was sneakily cupping each woman’s breasts and only pulling his hand away when I looked up. Or that as he sat between them on the couch as he often did, they would both stealthily rub his generous mound, and all three of them looked sweaty and aroused. Then I swear that they watch for my reaction, not to worry about my sensitive nature but to gauge my interest in their semi-private seduction. And as these perversions danced through my feverish brain, I would become aware that my own body was astir with a heated and emotional response that I knew was at once wicked and alluring. And my fingers compulsively slipped beneath my damp panties and combed through the wiry, sticky thatch of pubic hair that was emitting a moistened scent of my arousal and itched to be satisfied.
I would try to clear my mind of these highly erotic images or to assure myself that I was reading way too much into fairly innocent family fun. Maybe I just needed to get laid. But the tangled situation always hovered close to the surface. Each time that I entered the room when two or more of them would be sitting on the couch; sometimes sharing a blanket and other times seeming to lay vulgarly close, if they failed to notice me right-away, it was like young adults at a drive-in, then they would suddenly freeze or quickly remove their roaming hands and swiftly smooth the covers. It was like a deer caught in the headlights. They would separate themselves and sit “bolt upright” while their clothing looked disheveled and their faces flush. I often felt like I was a parent, walking in on a party of teenagers who were caught doing something illicit.
There was always a routine to be followed once their groping was exposed. Moments of throat-clearing and eyes shifting among themselves. Sweaty strands of hair would be plastered to reddened faces and alot of heavy breathing would be noticeable on each frame. A quick, not-so-subtle perusal of their own clothing and any revealing body parts and a hasty attempt at a clumsy cover-up. Then an awkward few minutes of silence or nervous laughter as they moved to reach for magazines or turn-up the volume on the television. They often seemed hesitant to stand up, because nipples were pointing through thin blouses and a certain hard cock sprouted ominously in someone’s lap. Sometimes zippers needed to be hastily raised or buttons fumblingly refastened. And while they didn’t actually seem to be embarrassed as much as annoyed or disappointed, I generally felt as though I were intruding or had accidently interrupted their private, little party. Could there be a rational, innocent explanation to any of this?
I was forced now and then, to stomp my feet or theatrically cough, to get their attention. Then while they made the effort to disentangle themselves and rearrange wayward clothing, I would spend an uncomfortable, few minutes trying not to stare and making small talk with them, while it was rather obvious that they wished to be alone or that I had stumbled upon some vague family conspiracy. When our eyes met, and their foolish smiles eventually returned to normal, there were desperate, nervous glances exchanged, and I felt as if I was the one doing something wrong. But I couldn’t figure out the cause. Remember now, this was my family!
I discerned that they told more erotic stories and did so more openly than ever before. And they used cruder language with each other and also with me. The dress code, though fairly “family suitable” had drifted into “stripper-lite.” Raunchy jokes or stories became a common thread and they never hesitated to point-out sexual tidbits. Though never in a nasty way, but the descriptions of body parts and sexual situations was increasingly blatant and ribald. And though they were always loving and attentive with me, I still sensed that I was being singled-out or excluded from their intimate activity. There were just too many knowing giggles or odd tickling sessions in a very strange manner that two sisters, or a mother and son, don’t normally engage in.
Looking back on things now, I can see that all of the signals were there and that I was just painfully naive. It could hardly have been more obvious if they had completely stripped and had a threesome on the carpet directly before my bugged-out eyes. You can say that I was willfully blind… or just plain stupid. But who would have immediately jumped to that conclusion? My mother, my brother and my Aunt, really!?! The thing that was most troubling though was how it infiltrated my consciousness. Sitting with them singly or all of us together; whether watching TV, sitting at the dining room table, while I was treating a patient, or alone in the privacy of my bed, I started to visualize what each one of them looked like naked. I would imagine two or three of them, sometimes with me, rubbing each other, licking, petting and fucking. And those lewd ideas were not the revolting, taboo contemplations that I was raised on, but a storm of kinky, sensually erotic stimulation that produced a heated, tingling sensation that shook my fragile frame.
The thought of sex did cross my mind. But I was thinking that possibly one of them was having an affair. Women often need a sounding board to discuss frank subjects and who better than your sister. I felt awful that the two women would include my brother in this situation and not me. Then I imagined that maybe it was him, involved in some obscene scenario and while providing answers to a sexual dilemma they still wished to respect his privacy and close the loop. Regretfully, I could imagine a case where my brother didn’t want his little sister to know too much. I also dreamed of the “little girl” idea that it was some sort of surprise intended for me, and I continually walked-in on their planning. Turns-out, it was a little bit of everything!
I was included in the laughter and never asked to leave, but it was like they were speaking a foreign language right infront of me or had codewords that I wasn’t privy to. Frustrated and paranoid, I often just sulked back to my room or downstairs to the den.
One night I came into the room to study as the three of them were huddled together watching TV. They suddenly, drastically lowered the volume and switched-off the set. I noticed that they had been drinking alcohol and laughing about something that raised the temperature in the room, as they were absorbed in their entertainment. After a couple minutes and some gentle prodding, mom asked if it would disturb me if they continued with their program. It was fairly light research on patient procedures, so I said that the sound would not bother me and besides I was facing away from the screen. This caused them to snicker and exchange odd looks. They hesitated to renew their movie, I believed in deference to my reading, so I again said that nothing would interfere with my studies. It was then that I hardened my glance for a second, spying them all under the covers and awfully close together. There was a lot of exposed flesh. Bare shoulders on top, long legs dangling loosely, and frantic movement from beneath the blanket.
I turned to my book as the movie resumed, I caught a few words of dialogue but didn’t look up. The background music sounded sappy and my concentration was on my book, but I couldn’t help hearing my family’s reactions. The strange movements under the blanket caused each of them to jump or to suddenly exhale in anticipated ecstasy. Certain words coming from the movie startled me and I saw when I looked up, that with furrowed brows doused in nervous sweat, they were watching me as much as the television.
It should have been so dreadfully apparent now, but I swear that the half-dressed figures on the couch, nervous sweat dripping and fidgety hands moving stealthily under covers, puzzled me but never alarmed me for an instant. I never considered anything perverted.
Then I heard the unmistakable rhythms and droll patter of a pornographic film. And atleast one of the cylinders clicked into place. My family was huddled together half-dressed, panting heavily and flaunting their indiscretions right in front of me. Their wild-eyed expressions danced from the characters onscreen to the single young woman sitting by herself just a few feet away, while a hard-core sex video titillated their imaginations and the thought of an unwilling voyeur, stimulated their sexual organs. Were they engaged in mutual masturbation while reclining nude not more than five feet from me? Was my attempted seduction or arousal, an integral component of their crude, taboo demonstration? I was an unsuspecting participant in their absurd sideshow. I shrieked in absolute confusion. I was bewildered, but more hurt that I wasn’t invited rather than insulted by their actions. What was wrong with me? When I expressed my shock- though noticeably not my indignation, they simply replied in chorus that since everyone was over 21, and that it was “relatively” harmless, they had decided to watch a dirty movie “on a lark,” and hoped that I was not offended.
My initial impulse was to say something “catty” or brutally honest about their immature discretions, and then storm out of the room. My actions would let them know that I was totally disgusted by their crude behavior and that they could somehow have believed that I would not be repulsed. I gathered my books and notes, papers flitting from my lap and my slippers refusing to conform to my jittery feet. As I fumbled around, the response I received from my family surprised me. They began as a group to softly chide me and imply with a mocking tone that I was a prude or a vestal. Que sera, sera. I was forced to concede to part of their criticism that my reaction was too harsh and embarrassment settled-in on me. So, with a reluctant smirk on my face and a tsk on my tongue, I slowly reopened my book and calmed down. But pointedly would not give them the satisfaction of joining them in watching their smutty movie… or anything else.
But I became alarmingly aware that a warm current was flowing in my body and a liquid heat was ominously percolating in my loins. I shifted unsteadily in my seat and tried to shield my eyes from their intrusive stares. I squeezed my eyes shut and hummed to myself in a feeble attempt to block-out the obscene patter on the screen and to ignore the fevered groping that only seemed to intensify under the covers as they tried to gauge my response. The harder I tried to shut-out the lewd situation, the more intense the visions that began to circulate in my brain.
I heard the crude language of the video and imagined in my head that it was my Aunt saying, “Please stick that big dick in my hungry pussy and ram me full until I’m swimming in your cum.” Or that it was my brother who was ripping the sheer blouse from the trembling shoulders of my mother and as he squeezed her tits and bit at her pointy nipples shouted, ” Geez, you have enormous juggs and I just want to take you and force you to your knees as I shove my cock down your throat.” My jittery frame was wriggling in my chair and both my blood pressure and heart rate were soaring, I was picturing my mother’s cum-slickened cunt and my Aunt being bent over the edge of the sofa with my brother’s firm, thick cock pounding her into submission. They were watching me intently- I could tell without looking- and seemed to be getting as much of a thrill from this as from the aggressive clutching and grabbing that they engaged in. They should have been embarrassed and apologetic at their taboo, immoral behavior.
Funny thing though, the only sign of shame or discomfort was the reddened blush washing over me and the heat wave generated by my over-stimulated genitals. I was mixed-up in my head. It felt weird to keep my head buried in the pages of a book that my vision was too clouded to decipher, while my ears were on a swivel like a cat’s, to catch every filthy word that I heard uttered on the video. I don’t imagine that I was fooling anybody since my chest was visibly rising and falling with each onscreen seduction. My nipples were erect and poking through the light material of my thin shirt. And it must have been terribly obvious that I was pressing my knees together to quell the hot flow of sticky moisture that was wicking into the gusset of my dampened panties. I felt like such a horrible hypocrite for remaining in the room while my thoughts and actions were only a fraction away from what I perceived around me.
I wanted desperately to leave, but now with my crotch wet and my nipples starched, I was forced to maintain my posture. Meanwhile, my family had begun a makeshift version of “truth or dare,” that was performed as much for my viewing as for their perverted pleasure. Some sequence in each scene of the video provoked one of them to challenge each other or even to ask me, if I would ever act-out a situation like the one currently being shown. There was plenty of alcohol being consumed but I think it was more to steady their nerves than to get drunk. It allowed them to give voice to their raunchy fantasies while getting to watch me squirm under their gaze. They were openly trying to seduce me into their erotic perversions.
They did not brazenly commit any overt, obscene act. Infact, I wondered for a moment if this were all some sort of playful joke. My curiosity and imagination had been peaked and almost overcome by now, which I believed was the ultimate goal. And really, I didn’t know how to respond. I caught myself stealing quick glances at them when I heard a soft, throaty moan or when the unmistakable sound of moist flesh being vigorously massaged sent some sensual signals streaming through my prickly nervous system.
When I would look up, one or more of them would always be watching me, licking their lips or circling some engorged body part with just the tip of a delicate finger, leaving my tense torso and vivid imagination as sexual torture for my soul. They were scouting my emotions and charting which scenes or what gestures caused my eyes to widen and the breath to be caught in my throat. One person’s hand was not shy about unbuttoning someone’s shirt or loosening a zipper. Muffled moans and languid movements accompanied by vulgar descriptions of just how each of them would like the decadent scene on film to play-out brought lascivious looks and leering smiles to their ogling faces and always directed towards me.
I must painfully admit, that having three people sitting so close to me and in various stages of undress, fondling one another, while lustfully commenting on the perverse action of an erotic movie, was sending uncontrollable tremors throughout my highly aroused anatomy. I tried to maintain some semblance of poise and not allow my fevered inventiveness to lead me into incestuous deviance. But the lewd temptations and the crude, bold dialogue was unavoidable and impossible to filter out.
I was about to speak-up and ask for an explanation for their juvenile behavior, but the correct words lodged in my throat. The blanket being shared between them had slipped towards their ankles and the three of them had barely any clothing to conceal their obvious lack of inhibitions. My mother was wearing a flimsy, pink cotton tank-top. Actually, “wearing” it was an operative phrase since the thin straps had been eased from her shoulders and slid down her arms, revealing her bountiful bosom and deep cleavage which she seemed both slightly skittish and peculiarly hyperexcited to display. When she saw me staring at her exposed chest, she nervously crossed her arms across her abundant breasts but pointedly did not move to pull up the blanket or to wiggle back into her shirt.
My aunt was also topless. She must have begun the evening in a fluffy, light-blue halter-top, but it had since been lowered either by her hands or those of my brother, so that it laid in a jumbled heap around her waist, allowing her perky tits to wobble freely and the pouty nipples to stand boldly in the crisp air. Her hands were also clutching her firm tits, but not as much for concealment as to circle the pink areolae and pinch the rubbery tips to keep them firmly agitated. She wore a devilish smile as opposed to my mom’s tormented grimace.
Will, sitting like Caligula surrounded by his favorite concubines, was wearing only grey flannel shorts that had apparently been stretched from both sides since the leg holes had gaping openings that permitted his solid erection to jut from one side and stand firmly upraised and looking menacing. The engorged, bulbous helmet was slick and reddened from what must have been some feverish flogging and the pink pillar of substantial girth and length was laced with protruding, purplish veins. I could actually see his ballsack in the loose shorts, nestled in the wiry curls with the plum-sized orbs seeming to pump their semi-liquid sperm upward towards the flared head as I watched in captivated amazement. His leering grin was ear-to-ear as he ogled my startled expression and the helpless state of confusion that I found myself in.
His hand first travelled between his legs with my foolish eyes following every movement as if hypnotized by his erotic seduction. He wore an evil look as he firmly and deliberately tugged at his throbbing tool. His grip settled around the firm pole sprouted from his loins and he smoothly stroked the entire length of it as I watched in open-mouthed hunger and bewilderment. The hairy, heavy scrotum bounced as his jerking became more frantic, causing the huge, phallic organ to strain under his manipulations. Now, my eyes weren’t the only ones zeroed-in on his sexual antics. My mother and my aunt reached their closest hands to fondle his generous gonads like Chinese Therapy Balls and to pump his thick, textured rod to encourage the milky syrup to rise up the firm shaft.
With the women providing the manual stimulation and three sets of horny, feminine eyes glued to his meaty manhood, Will stretched his arms to the sides and gathered his two older female relatives in his grasp. Both women scooched closer to him, their heads and mouths provocatively close to his straining tool, and his hands slid along their ribs and took two generous handfuls of their swaying tits in his grip. He smiled lustily at me and his serpentine tongue flickered-out and then moistened his red lips as his big hands squeezed the soft flesh of the ladies’ boobs. His palms kneaded the plump mammaries and his fingers pinched and teased the hardened nubs that crowned each tit.
The bizarrely erotic thrill I was receiving from this episode held me frozen in place and I couldn’t look away. My submissive inaction seemed to confirm some predetermined supposition of my brother’s that by whatever spell he had entangled my mother and my aunt in his web of depravity, that my reluctant acceptance must somehow be a part of my genetic makeup. He slumped back on the couch in all of his glory, weighing the outer breast of each woman and juggling in his hands the jiggly heft of them. Neither woman made any attempt to pry his exploring fingers from their floppy globes, concentrating their attention on his remarkable organ with their slavish mouths drooling and the yearning, desperate look on their faces showing unbridled lust. They no longer cared that I was watching their lurid tryst. Infact the idea that they were free to express their wanton desires- incestuous taboo or not- only emboldened their shocking conduct.
My aunt had been wearing a satiny robe, loosely tied at the waist before her intimate gyrations had shifted the slick material from her sultry body. I guess that she had started-out, covered in robe and blanket but now all that was left intact was the remnants of her top and a dampened pair of pink undies that did not hide much flesh. And if there was any pubic hair on her writhing cunt as she gloried in her nephew’s soft groping, it was tightly trimmed or tamped down from the sticky moisture oozing from her yearning pussy. The pink panties were quickly turning a deeper red from where her crotch absorbed the pungent wetness, and she was not shy to show me the stimulating effect Will’s probing fingers had on her.
Mom was on the other side and acting just as wanton in her incestuous lust. Grinding her hips into the sofa and pressing her curvaceous anatomy against her son’s heavily perspiring torso, her small fingers attempted to corral and control the throbbing pole jutting from my brother’s pelvis. Her hand moved shakily before my stunned eyes, from his wiry, dank curls up and around the bulging column of flesh and circled the mushroomed head of the pinkened dome. Then with the slight trickle of precum that leaked from the helmeted tip, she spread the slickened substance along the veiny shaft and pumped the thick, smooth skin of his cock from rounded tip to sturdy base. The oily lubrication coated his enormous rod and allowed her supple hand to glide effortlessly along the fleshy length of his manhood. She pumped it swiftly up and down, her own bare breasts rising and falling with the sensual exercise. And through lowered lids and reddened cheeks, her eyes met mine as she methodically masturbated the swollen cock of her first born.
She lulled in the slow ecstasy of Will’s grip on her breast, alternating gentle caresses and rough pinches that startled her but excited her prurient desires. As she stroked his cock with my aunt practically laying her head in his crotch and using her soft, pink tongue to bathe his bloated balls, I saw her mouth moving in silent pleadings, asking him to fuck her and make her cum. His hand seemed to reassure her of his intent as he cupped the soft underside of her wobbly breast and with his thumb and fingers twisting and pulling the taut nipple, he openly laid claim to his mother’s sensual and sensitive body.
She was dressed in white shorts that hugged her hips and sharply displayed her toned legs. The zipper had been pulled-down at some point earlier, and her squirming had by now, revealed most of her mid-section to my view and it was apparent that like my aunt, if any of the kinky, blondish curls that should have covered her swollen clit remained in place, they were well hidden or closely cropped. And as her legs scissored and stretched to Will’s deft manipulations, the shorts slowly slid down her thighs, halted only by the sweat holding them to her calves but then abruptly settling in a wrinkled pile at her ankles. Her unladylike posture only confirmed that her pubic thatch had been mown to bare skin and she was eager and anxious to exhibit her raw snatch.
The women were tired with wrestling Will’s shorts and they both had an arm in the legholes of his trunks, so in brazen form and regardless of my concerns, they dragged the dampened cloth from his hips while he lifted his butt from the cushions, and slipped the worn, wet material over his muscular thighs and off his hairy legs. He seemed to exalt in the ministrations of his harem.
I was both mesmerized and horrified by the lewd, crude arrangement that I was witness to. My breath came in shallow gasps of air and sweat poured from my twitching frame. This was incest! Infact, right before my shocked eyes it was my family engaged in the most degenerate level of depravity that I could ever imagine. And yet, what troubled me most was that internally- and not so secretly- I was so turned-on and enthralled by the decadent scenario that my shameful body was aflame with desire. As I watched this debauchery in breathless anticipation of what was next, unable to move and barely able to speak, both women lowered their mouths to my brother’s pulsing erection and like mewing kittens to a bowl of warm milk, they both uttered low, throaty moans as their soft, pointed tongues lathered the firm organ. Soon, they were taking turns stuffing their hungry mouths with his shiny pole and bobbing rapidly, almost racing to bring him to the ultimate climax. He exerted his control by grabbing the sweat-soaked hair of each woman and jamming his tool further down their throats or bouncing their heads in his lap to increase their pace. Neither woman complained and infact, they were both diddling their own lusty cunts as they worked on his erection.
The quick but exhaustive glance that grew to a full-on study of their immorality, tortured my psyche and held me in place. Taking-in their casually lewd attitude toward an open performance of incestuous oral sex leading to who-knows-what, only permitted them all the opportunity to study my reflexive fascination with their overt sexuality, despite my best efforts to diffuse and disguise my burning obsession. I had wished in my mind to make a stern statement about boozy, blatant debauchery. But with my heart thumping heavily up into my throat and my mouth seemingly parched and drooling at the same time, I could only stutter-out a juvenile response.
“Oh, grow-up!” I feebly uttered. “All of you are behaving like animals, you should be ashamed. If you’re just trying to tease me, it isn’t working.” (It was infact working well, I was being teased to the point of sexual exhaustion and I was the only one feeling any sense of shame.) “So you can turn-off that dirty movie and put your clothes back on,” I lamely blurted-out. Seriously not really understanding what it was, that I was being indoctrinated into. Part of me was still hoping that it was an elaborate, (though kinky) trick on me and that they would start to laugh and get dressed. But an uncomfortable little pang kept jarring my moral compass with the crude notion that they were attempting to draw me in to some sort of incestual orgy from which there would be no going back. And worse than that, I feared that they could see through the sheen of flop-sweat painting my forehead and upper lip. As well as the crimson blush that colored my cheeks.
The material of my bra was no match for my pointy nipples, they poked through my shirt announcing to all, the absolute heights of my arousal. And if that wasn’t proof enough of my descent into depravity, the musky scent emanating from my sodden snatch filled the room with my lusty craving. I tried to hold eye contact but not look at their genitals. Both Lori and my mom were slavishly sucking and kissing the gigantic, swelled cap of Will’s sturdy prick. Like rutting whores, their greedy lips devoured his cock with a maniacal passion for sex. Two sets of bouncing tits were dangling and clapping together making wet, slapping noises as their bodies swayed on either side of him. Their hips were undulating rhythmically with shiny, feminine digits thrusting in and out of the gaping slits and their clean-shaven pussies were begging for a more forceful release that only Will could provide.
It all seemed so surreal and intoxicating. Erotic images of lust-filled pagans danced in my mind, but ofcourse they were dancing in the flames of hell and I couldn’t quite decide if they were enchanted or cursed. But why then was there a puddle of warm moisture in my crotch and a tingling, demanding hunger roiling my belly and corrupting my imagination? I could see in my mind’s eye, that I was on that couch. It was my hands cupping their bodacious mounds and my tongue circling each swollen areola and nipping at those pouty nipples. And there I was on my knees between my older brother’s thighs, swirling my pointy tongue along the curved length of his rigid pole and kissing the domed cap, allowing the smooth rounded head to penetrate my lips and lodge in my distended cheek. It wouldn’t take much more prodding before I offered my pliant body to the lascivious whims of my brother’s perversions. I was including myself, almost volunteering my body to this horrid display of incest. I needed to get away before it was too late.
My irrational questions were eventually answered by my mother as she allowed Lori to take her place fellating Will’s enormous appendage. I had sputtered-out useless inanities, only showing the vulnerability of my position. It looked as if mom was prodded by the other two, to be the spokeswomen for them. She stopped to wipe the smeared lipstick from her face and close her legs, and then turned to me, though not ignoring the incestuous blowjob being performed right beside her.
“Christy, my dear, don’t get so upset. We’re all adults here, and it’s an “‘adult movie,'” the others were forced to giggle despite their current activity. “No one is being hurt and we’re in our own home, and besides who watches porn just for the fine acting. It looked to us like your reading could wait and we thought that maybe you would want to join us and watch the video. There’s plenty of room on the couch or we could even move to someplace more comfortable. It seems like you were getting a bit excited too.” (They all simply nodded towards my flustered complexion and highly agitated physical condition.) I was beginning to shake. My body didn’t feel like my own. This trembling affected my speech and my motor control.
I could only smile weakly and attempt to control my rapid, shallow breathing. I wasn’t sure if I had just been let in on some bizarre joke or if I had been jointly propositioned for some deviant MFFF incest orgy. I sat stunned for a second, almost saying “Thank you” for the eccentric invitation. I rose unsteadily from my chair, books and papers falling to the floor and my giddy head shaking like an insane bobblehead. My heart was pounding and my head grew dizzy with mixed emotions. I muttered some anemic apologies about disturbing them or spoiling their fun, while straightening my damp, clingy clothing.
Trying to control some last semblance of my will-power, I took a last moment to watch a scene on the television so that it wouldn’t appear that I was running out on them and smiled to assure them that I meant no offense. Then I shakily excused myself from their “play time” saying that I really must finish my book. But I really just needed to get out of there and clear my head. My knees were tottering to the point that I may have collapsed. I had a lot to think about and very little to rely on.
They laughed politely and assured me that I was welcome at any time. Is this really what it was coming down to? They were gathering themselves into more traditional family arrangements as I made my sheepish departure from the room, almost as though nothing out of the ordinary had just taken place. I shuffled downstairs to the den holding tightly to the handrails because I was still a bit wobbly on my feet. Maybe some quiet time and a moment to collect my thoughts was all that I required to arrive at some logical solution.
It had never occurred to me as I trudged down the steps that I was not out of their sight. My brother was an electronics genius and he had apparently wired closed-circuit cameras to all vantage points in the house that he could activate from anywhere with his phone. This included bedrooms and bathrooms as I discovered later, as well as the den that I was heading to. So as I flopped down on the big couch, not even bothering to turn on lights, he could push a button and change the channel on the TV, and they could watch my every move in the uniquely-decorated basement room.
I was out of breath and low on energy, when I slumped on to the over-stuffed love seat in the rec room. Not just because I had rushed out of the upstairs room in a confused panic. My mind swimming with scenes of familial perversion and still haunted about my present and future part in it. But also because my over-heated torso was now shivering with dried sweat and my pussy was leaking warm, sticky fluid that dribbled down my inner thighs while my perky nipples chafed from the wet fabric and itched to be fondled and caressed. There was a steady drumbeat of lust being pumped through my veins and pooling in my yearning twat. And a series of perplexing and perverted images streaming through my troubled brain that just would not reset to my normal, boring life.
I hadn’t spent much time in this room lately, and generally when I did, it was with the lights out like tonight, or with an occasional candle flickering. Along with the cameras that I had not noticed, and that now recorded my every detail, other additions had been made giving the surroundings a claustrophobic and slightly sinister vibe. There were a lot of mirrors, strange-looking hooks mounted in the wall and an unusual pulley system reaching over the pool table that I couldn’t determine any use for. And on the large-screen TV that I clicked-on, I was suspiciously surprised that another porn video was playing. I felt a little guilty and also quite horny, so I didn’t bother to turn it off, plus I had forgotten my book upstairs. The movie did seem like a harmless diversion and I just needed to rest. Well, it is impossible to close your eyes or to concentrate on other matters while people are fucking and sucking on screen. And even more difficult to keep your hand from travelling between your legs.
My sweaty, hard-breathing frame was still decompressing from the very suggestive yet ultimately well-meaning encounter with my family, mere minutes ago. In the darkened room, alone with my thoughts and despite my best intentions, my eyes and ears were drawn to the XXX-video. Two digits of my right hand snaked down my shivering belly and combed through the dew-slickened, wiry curls of my pubic patch and my palm pressed against the quivering mound that barely concealed the swollen thimble of flesh that radiated spasms of ecstasy through my nervous system. My eyes widened and seconds later were glued to the action.
This one was not as “professionally” performed but something struck an eerily familiar chord. In a big open room a lot like this one, an older-looking blonde woman was strapped face-down to a table, she was naked and her legs were spread, showing the wet, raw reminder of how she had recently been thoroughly fucked and it appeared from her still convulsing torso that she completely enjoyed the experience. And on her knees next to the first anonymous woman, another blonde- younger but just as willing- was using her hungry lips to please and finish-off her studly partner. His back was turned to the camera and only her wildly disheveled blonde mane and her bobbing head could be seen behind him.
Upstairs, my brother broke the ice by asking outloud, “Do you think she liked the idea? Do you think she’s ready? I mean, uh did you see her nipples jutting through her shirt? Jeez, I want to fuck that little piece of ass!”
“Slow down Will,” my mother cautioned. “Remember that she’s your sister even if it means only sex to you because I know it means the world to her.” He seemed appropriately chastened for a moment but never stopped stroking his firm cock. “I don’t want to scare her anymore than we already did. You two “volunteered” me to approach her about this situation so give me a chance to work it out.” My mother was either preaching calm or stalling for time. “But she does have a nice figure and I think she was getting into it.” Then she looked at my Aunt Lori and winked, “And wouldn’t it be sweet to have her licking our pussies?”
All three of them stared at the TV which was spying and filming me as my thoughts were elsewhere. They were rewarded with just the reaction that they hoped to see. As they followed my shaken demeanor like a pack of wolves sizing-up their unwary prey, they pointed out every tell-tale clue that the victim was ripe for the taking.
I was laying on the softly padded couch with one leg carelessly thrown over the back. Having found that reaching inside my damp shorts to caress my aching cunt was too confining and a bit messy, I had discarded both my skimpy shorts and my cotton briefs leaving me freedom to casually pluck at my engorged labia and moistened pussy. This also served to allow my voyeurs to catch me remotely, fingering and stabbing at my bare cunt. They instantly resorted to their own brand of mutual masturbation, which unfortunately at this time, I was unable to enjoy. There was never an instant in my life that I thought about laying on the couch fully exposed with my family only one floor above me, watching a porno and fucking myself with my sticky fingers. This entire situation only moments ago, would have seemed too much for me to imagine. In reality, it was not nearly enough.
A sensuous, subliminal tease had sparked a white-hot flame that now burned out of control in my loins. These hot juices left me to wonder if I was missing something in my life. I was saving myself… but for what? I had my sense of morals, but to what end? The images on the screen here and before excited me and my family’s illicit actions sorely tempted me, then my mom’s sexy introduction very nearly hooked me. I was alone in the dark playing with my pussy and wishing that someone, (someone very close and supportive of me,) would join me and teach me to be truly free.
In full view of my relatives in the living room and much to their deviant entertainment, believing that I had some privacy my fingers worked at the nobby button of flesh jutting from beneath its swollen hood, sending shock waves of energy that jolted my supine anatomy. My hips wiggled and lifted from the cushions as my exploring fingers tunneled into the warm wet cavern of my yearning cunt. My bare legs shivered and twisted, the painted nails struggling for traction in the material of the sofa, to keep my twitching frame from lurching off the end. My upper body squirmed and felt constricted by my clothing so with my other hand, I almost shredded my blouse and ripped my bra as I struggled to savour every inch of my curvy body. The sweat glistened on my chest and a small river of warm moisture slid through my cleavage and soaked the fuzzy, short hairs on my pubic mound. My left hand gripped and squeezed my firm damp breast and my fingers teased the pert nipple, causing even more ripples of lurid pleasure to course through my system.
I had no idea that I was performing this crude routine for a lively, lecherous audience. My mind was so fogged with the lewd scenario that had recently played before me and of the stimulating sexual tryst still on the screen, that the sudden realization hit me that no sexual situation could be so taboo if consenting adults found it so delightfully pleasurable. And my pleasure center was on overdrive. The darkened room brought anonymity and the smoky, sensual sound of uninhibited sexual gratification- sucking, slurping, moaning- flowed into my unconscious brain.
On the video, I heard the voice of the man asking the woman who was on her knees, if she could taste her sister’s pussy juice on his erect cock as he plunged it deep in and out of her slutty mouth. She couldn’t answer him more clearly than to mumble some muffled whimpers. Then he smacked the older woman on her bare ass, causing ripples to linger on her cheeks and thighs. “Are you ready,” he asked deviously, “To take my fat cock in your tight ass?” Her mouth was silenced by a bright orange ball-gag but her delirious moans of rapture told all.
In my agitated state, I capriciously imagined that the spread-eagled woman tied to the table was my mother and that the woman blowing her partner was my aunt. I cursed at myself for envisioning my mom and Lori as sexual playthings but then I recalled what I had witnessed and the arousal in my hot cunt was intense. My wandering digits finally found the exquisite prize that they had been insearch of.
The soft tip of my middle finger was massaging that elusive lump just under the roof of my tingling pussy. My pelvis was undulating and the warm fluid percolated between my thighs. Then it hit me with full force. It was the same as if my finger was in an electrical outlet. It had begun slowly as if a tease, but then took off like a rocket. A shock rocked my body and I began to twitch violently. My naked and soaked anatomy screwed itself into the sofa, flexing with each eruptive spasm. My hips bucked in the air and electric twinges of delight coursed through my limp torso from my frazzled blonde mane to my pink-painted toes. I had no control. My insides turned to liquid and my muscles to jelly. The shaking lasted for five minutes and the convulsions visibly vibrated my sodden flesh. It was thunderous.
It was magical. And it was all-consuming. When it subsided, I fell back as if intoxicated.
As I slowly recovered, I realized that no matter how it had occurred, I didn’t want this feeling to end. For my own selfish pleasure, I was picturing Lori and mom being fucked and used as submissive sluts and enjoying every bit of it. And it drove me wild. My insatiable pussy was on fire. My butt and back were drenched in sweat and thick, oily liquid oozed from my pussy. I used the lubrication to continue to glide my cum-slickened fingers along the petal-like lips of my distended cunt and thrust them inside the fiery entrance to my pleasure center. I even dipped the wet digits in my mouth, to taste the tart flavor of my cunt juice. For added inspiration, I took a new look at the dirty movie playing before my wide eyes. It wasn’t merely my vivid imagination but yet, I had visualized that I was watching the women in my family being forcibly raped, and I loved every second of it!
Now that the fog had lifted, I could see clearly that the younger blonde was indeed my Aunt Lori because she was suddenly standing at the far end of the pool table facing the camera and was completely naked. She was holding the head of the other woman to her crotch, allowing that woman to tongue her clit. And that woman, as I saw now because the young man had mounted her from behind and was tugging her wet, blonde hair in his fist bringing her face into view, was my mother! My brother, with his gorgeous cock, was driving it deep and hard into my mom’s inviting ass while she was thrusting her pointy tongue into my aunt’s clean-shaven and dripping wet pussy. And nothing- heaven help me- could have excited me more!
I gawked at the sordid scene while my rapturous body squirmed in ecstasy. What was happening to me? I was not only condoning the taboo tryst, but I was also imagining the part that I might be chosen to play in it. Incest simply became another word for pleasure in my mind. Upstairs, I had thought what it might be like to see them all naked. Here, I just saw on tape, what they all looked like while they were fucking each other. And at this moment I would have sucked that big cock and taken my mom’s place on the table while Will raped my virginal ass. I didn’t know what was becoming of my morals, but I knew that I was so incredibly horny right now, that I would take any position in their incestuous orgy.
On the monitor in the living room, my lusty behavior was being enacted in stark detail. Though they couldn’t “see” the moral dilemma that tortured my nerves, it was entirely evident that my supple form was racked in sexual agitation. My body writhed in the throes of ecstasy. I had just experienced multiple orgasms and was not ready to stop. My nipples were perky and firm. Both hands roamed freely over my sensuous body. My mouth hung open and drooled, while my legs were spread wide and my fluids seeped down my thighs. I was moaning and whispering filthy phrases of passion. And I couldn’t pry my eyes from the erotic video on the big screen.
It felt to me, as if the strange sexual confrontation with my family was months ago and miles away. I was so caught-up in my own self-flagellation that a private, sensual experience that I normally practice behind closed doors, after everyone else has gone to bed, has taken hold of me with an all-consuming zeal that demanded to be fulfilled here and now. Nothing else of propriety or morality mattered. And I wanted more than fantasies to get me off. I wanted to taste those hairless, pink cunts. And to feel the expanding girth of Will’s hardening conk plunging forcibly into my straing pussy. If I only had the guts, I could have accepted their tempting offer. Why did I say no?
I envisioned an endless loop in my confused brain, where the three of them sat naked on the couch and beckoned me to join in their debauchery, mixed with the visual evidence of their incest. It was all too much. My body and brain were at odds. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. My eyes closed though my fingers continued to swirl around the pouty lips of my cunt as I faded into a dreamy haze. The fact that I was naked, drenched in perspiration and leaking pussy juice never entered my mind. I just needed rest.
My vulnerable position and family standing was no deterrent to the hungry pack of wolves surreptitiously spying me from above. They had been fingering and licking each other as they watched my passionate masturbation. Now they were equally stimulated and agitated. This was the moment to pounce.
All three of them were naked. My mom’s and Lori’s tits jiggled merrily as they
walked, and Will’s engorged cock bobbed crazily with every stride. They tip-toed down the carpeted stairs and emerged in the darkened room finding me only semi-conscious and illuminated by the dim light of the video which had ended with them sleeping peacefully together. Their padded footsteps were noiseless as they made their approach. Stunning, lurid dreams darted through my bewildered brain. I tossed and mewled in my fitful doze. There were faceless creatures hovering, (my mind refused to identify them.) They were groping me. Pawing at my breasts and kissing and licking between my legs. I was fighting them off but loving every minute of it.
I could feel the pert nipples of my heaving globes as teeth gently scraped over them and lithe fingers twisted them and hefted the firm orbs. My mother appeared to linger above me while she pinched the pink areolae and sucked a nipple between her luscious lips, planting soft, wet kisses on my pliant boobs. Where my hand had rested before my slumber, my aunt’s raspy tongue now lapped at my cunt. I could “feel” her gentle fingers parting the folds of my molten snatch and then the rough, wet abrasion on the fleshy hood while she coaxed my pouty clit from its hiding place. While my tits were being kneaded and suckled and my labia licked until the little reddish nub emerged, I squirmed and twitched in my stupor.
And while my ecstatic shrieks filled the room, and I heard them only in a haze, my moist lips formed a perfect circle as I cried out for more. The fantastical dream became frighteningly real when my brother’s brutally hard cock took its advantage forcing its path against the back of my throat and down my gullet. I was startled into full consciousness.
The weight of three nude bodies held me in place and with the huge cock driving back and forth against my tonsils, I was helpless to move or speak. The sweet nectar was flowing from my pussy, generated by either my aunt eating my pussy, my mom lathering my tits or my brother’s firm rod pounding away at my hungry mouth. My saliva greased his pole but the penetration was rapid and filling, my jaws couldn’t take anymore.
I could hear the voices as my head cleared. “Just keeps your lips wrapped around my cock and suck it like you love it. I’m going to fuck your slutty mouth until you make me cum and I’m going to fill you with my seed.” He was half-laughing, but entirely serious. Then he clenched-up and I felt his cock jump in my moouth. He unleashed a torrent of salty cream that filled my cheeks and squirted so quickly down my throat that I had no option but to swallow it all. “And after you’ve gotten used to having so much juice in your mouth, you’ll be begging to blow me.”
At the same time, my aunt was saying, “I couldn’t wait to taste this tight little honey-pot. You’ve always known that you were a submissive slut, didn’t you? Now, you’re in the harem with us. And your brother and I are going to trade places so that you can lick my cunt while he fucks you.”
My mom added, “Oh Honey, I’m next. After Will fucks you, I’m going to strap on this big dildo and take a turn at your sweet cunt. Then I’ll teach you a little lesson in getting your ass fucked. It will be good for you to have me before Will takes a turn with you. You’re going to have a great time tonight. Now we can all be open and have fun together.” And the crazy thing was that I wasn’t actually fighting the feeling.
After my brother deposited his creamy load in my throat and Lori had brought my tingling pussy to another Earth-shaking climax that left my sodden snatch feverish and numb, the sultry and seductive tone of my mother’s calming voice described the other raunchy, erotic activities that they had planned for me. The exotic intent of their dominating assault overpowered my lonely, desperate anatomy.
I visibly wilted under their combined leadership and suggestive dialogue. I cried-out in total surrender, “Take me please, all of you. I need it. I want it. I’ll do anything that you ask or command. Come fuck me. I’ll be your slut, or your slave. Whatever you want. Teach me how best to serve you. I’ll be your little sex-bitch forever. I need to be trained and I want you to make me cum. I want to obey and learn to please all of you. I don’t care if its incest. I won’t mind being your slut. I’m lonely, I’m horny and I need you to make me cum!”
“Be a good girl now and do as I say,” I could practically feel as much as hear, my brother’s insistent request. I nodded my head and meekly whispered, “I am at your command.”
“You will listen to all that you are told and your pussy belongs to me, now.” He stood imperiously over me. “Get up now and come with me to the pool table. I own you and that’s exactly what you want.”
I stood infront of them like a little girl. My painted toenails twisted into the rug and my fingers played with my blonde hair. I bit my lip and futilely moved to conceal my sopping cunt. I wavered back and forth on the balls of my feet and stuttered some childish assent. I could understand now, how he did it. How he assumed control over his mother, his older aunt and now his older sister. We were literally stripped of our clothes, then our pride and finally our willpower. And we were conditioned or primed or maybe just ripe to accept his terms. But mostly I see, that we were fascinated and that we loved it!
They helped me to experience the biggest, and greatest series of orgasms that I ever dreamed of. And he promised that there would be many more. I almost screamed, ” I’m yours, I know that and that’s what I want.” I dropped my head in embarrassment realizing what I was about to commit to but knowing that this was the only way that I would receive what I wanted most. I was free now to explore the depth of feeling and give myself over to the absolute pursuit of pleasure that I dreamed of. I was not surrendering at all. I was establishing a goal and could find it in the love and security of my family.
The truly taboo nature of this incestuous tryst that I was about to embark on was actually a giant turn-on for all of us. And in it, my family discovered their deepest secrets and darkest fantasies. I acknowledged my position and welcomed my acceptance. “Just tell me,” I pleaded, “Show me. Teach me. I’ll do anything to keep this feeling and make it grow.” My family smiled and led me to the table.
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