2: Slumber Party
by Micaela Reynolds
as told to
BrettJ © 2009
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I hope I don't screw this up, but goodness, I'm exhausted. I just spend a night with my daughters and my wife, a 4-girl lesbian orgy that left me not wanting to go to work this morning. I guess I'm fortunate Deb's a bit more responsible than I am, having not grown up with money. She kicked my butt out of bed around 9, although the incentive of showering with my stepdaughter didn't hurt. Christina absolutely
loves
sex in the shower and it's one of my favorites too, so I didn't have to have my arm twisted.
Sex with my family makes
me
happy and it makes them happy as well. Sex with beautiful women makes me happiest. My daughters -- I don't usually think of Christina as a step-daughter -- are sexy, vibrant intelligent young women. Sharon works hard and does the books for the Club and has helped us make a pile of money. Paul does a lot too -- he's the bouncer, it's he who puts the ads in the Underground Papers, he handles the bar and often he's the "meat" in a sandwich if a lesbian duo want to try a little threesome. We have all sorts of family fuckers here, from Mothers & Daughters, to Sisters, to Aunts, to Daddies & Daughters and even a few gay couples. We don't discriminate.
Paul also thought of the wonderful idea of our members being able to either write or tape a Video "Diary" -- kind of like that Taxi Cab Video thing. Other members are free to read or view them once they're written down and now we've been given permission to share some of those stories with you. One of our first members was a sexy beauty named Claire and her crazy family. Claire has brought a few other people along since she joined, so I begged her to share her story. She told me that she'd share
her
story another time, but here is the story she related to me about her niece Jena and how she joined their loving, pervy family.
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Jena lugged her suitcase up the long staircase leading to her cousin's big home. Jeez, couldn't there be a few less stairs, she groused to herself. Still, she was glad to be visiting her cousin Sienna, aunt Claire and the rest of her family and getting away from her bickering parents. She brushed a curly auburn lock from her forehead and stood back, marveling at the opulence of her aunt and uncle's new home. Claire and her husband of 21 years had just paid off the mortgage of their previous home and decided it was a bit too small, so they'd bought a nice home in Richmond Hill.
Jena knew most of the conflict was over her mother's ever-dwindling sexual appetite and the fact Daddy was still quite the stud. Jena couldn't help but hearing them fight, her mother's voice went high and shrill when she was upset.
Upset
seemed to be her Mom's usual state of mind these days. Her father was nearing 50 but showed no signs of slowing down. Her mother, 5 years his junior, was starting to have the opinion that sex was evil and depraved. From what her daddy had told her at one time, that was quite a change from the sexual wildcat she'd been at Jena's age. Jena wished she still had a mother like that, someone she could talk to and ask questions, but her mother got her nose out of joint whenever sex was even brought up.
The front door opened and Sienna came running out, a mess of curly blonde hair, long legs and bouncy boobs. She gave her cousin a huge hug and invited her in. "We're going to have the best time, you can stay as long as you want, Mom says."
"Where are Auntie Claire and Uncle B?"
"Oh, the 'rents are away for the day. We've got the whole house to ourselves, we can stay up late as we want, do whatever we want. Mom even said we can have some wine and she made snacks for us. It's going to be like the Slumber Parties we had as kids, you remember those?"
Jena did, her cousin always getting them in trouble with her antics. Sienna was a pretty wild young woman; she did whatever she felt like, although no one ever got hurt. Some of their escapades in their younger years had even been quite fun. Auntie Claire and Uncle B lived by the philosophy "if it feels good, do it -- so long as no one gets hurt" and had imparted that to their 19-year old daughter. Claire's brother, Jena's daddy, shared that lifestyle and her mother had as well, until about 6 months ago. Now as she followed Sienna's bouncy body into the kitchen, Jena realized her mother was becoming a bitch on wheels.
"Want a drink?" Sienna offered, to which Jena replied "More than life itself, thanks." She accepted a cool glass of Cabernet and clinked glasses with her cuddly blonde cousin.
"How long can you stay?" Sienna wanted to know, sitting on a kitchen stool and crossing her legs. She was wearing a tight, low-cut top and short-shorts, was bare-legged and barefoot.
"Daddy says come home when I want -- you know I'm finished the school year early, right?" Sienna nodded. "I can't stand it at home, I love my folks, but Mom's seriously gone over the edge."
"Yeah, well Mom said your Mom's always been -- how did she put it? --
tightly wound
." Sienna said, sipping her wine.
"That's a good way to put it, yeah. I'd say she's gone Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs." Sienna laughed uproariously, while Jena smiled and took a cheese puff from the platter Sienna had put out. "Hey, you look good -- when did you get those killer curves?" Last time Jena had seen Sienna, she was pretty enough, now she was all angles and curves, she was undeniably sexy.
"Grew these last summer," Sienna said, hefting her boobs. "When I tried on all my bikinis they were too small; I'd gone up two sizes."
"Boys must really be hitting on you," Jena said enviously.
"Hmm? Oh, I guess, but I really can't be bothered to care. Come on; let's put your stuff away. We're going to share a room, just like when we were kids."
The girls went upstairs and on the spare bed, there was a large nicely-wrapped box. "What's this?" Jena said, turning around to her blonde cousin.
"A welcoming gift, you can put it on later. Come on, let's order pizza or KFC or something -- I'm starved!" Sienna said, running downstairs. As they did, they passed a picture on the staircase of an attractive blonde woman Jena did not recognize. Attractive was actually an understatement -- the blonde was beautiful, with eyes that radiated even in a photo and full, red lips.
"Hey, who's this?" Jena said, pointing at the picture.
"Oh, that's Teri. She's a friend of Mom's."
"She's lovely."
"Yeah. Come on, I'm hungry!"