All characters are over 18 years of age. This story was edited for grammatical errors and resubmitted in November of 2023.
This story has a little of everything: anal, first-time, incest, lesbian, non-consent, romance, and voyeur.
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Today, Drew turned eighteen.
Most of his extended family was in attendance that evening in July for his birthday party. The one family member who was absent was his sister, Dana.
She had left the house when she turned eighteen two years ago to go to college in Chicago and had never returned.
She had sent him a birthday card with a short note of congratulations. Funny, the letter had no return address.
Drew appreciated the effort the family put into his party, but like most teen-age boys, he was looking forward to slipping away so he could be with his friends.
Presiding over the affair was his grandfather, the quirky family patriarch. His grandfather had been born in Romania. There his name was Andreas. When he came to the United States. 50 years ago, he changed his name to Andrew.
His grandfather explained it this way. "Between the Nazis, World War II, and the Communists, Romania was devastated. All of my family except for Adrianna and I were dead by 1946. My bride and I came here for a new start. I Americanized my name and fully embraced our new home. Thank God for America!"
The small, frail man, with only a grade school education, had come to America and made good. Everyone in the family worked in one of his businesses.
Drew had always thought that his Grandpa was odd.
He didn't talk much. At family gatherings, he sat by himself. His eyes would be closed and he would have a warm blanket across his lap as he chain-smoked cigarettes.
Drew also thought his grandfather's house was unusual.
It was filled with creatures. There was a rabbit in the living room, hamsters in the bedrooms, and a canary in the kitchen. A dog and two cats roamed the premises.
When he asked his grandmother why there were so many animals in her house, she explained, "Your Grandfather grew up too poor to have pets. Perhaps, he has overdone it, but now that he can afford pets, he wants to have a lot of them."
His mother named him after the strange old man. They were both Andrew. He went by Drew. He inherited a number of his grandfather's traits.
They both were 5' 6" tall, weighed 140 pounds, and were un-athletic. On the positive side, Drew had his grandfather's beautiful ocean-blue eyes. Unfortunately, these eyes saw so poorly that Drew had to wear the thickest glasses imaginable.
Not surprisingly, as an uncoordinated, short, skinny kid with thick glasses, Drew did not wow the ladies.
After Drew blew out the candles on his cake, he unwrapped his gifts. He thanked his benefactors. Sometimes, he did so cheerfully, like when Grandma Adrianna gave him a cool pair of prescription sunglasses.
At other times, like when Aunt Frances gave him a framed painting of the village in the old country where his forefathers were born, he did so with forced enthusiasm.
The last gift was from his grandfather. He opened a small box and found the pendant that always hung around his grandfather's neck. It was a gaudy piece of gold jewelry bearing images of a fox and a falcon.
"Grandfather, I can't accept this."
The patriarch stood, demanded everyone's attention, and said in his heavy accent, "My grandfather gave me that pendant on my 18th birthday, and I'm giving it to you. The pendant has been in the family for hundreds of years. It is given to the male heir that the holder deems worthy."
Andrew paused to let his statement sink in. He was reminding the family that this was his decision and it must be accepted.
When no one objected, he continued, "It is said that this pendant gives its wearer the cunningness of a fox and the vision of a falcon. These traits have helped our family survive. I bestow this gift to you as your birthright. Wear it and prosper."
Drew's mother was so proud that she had tears in her eyes. Her brothers and sisters accepted the aged patriarch's decision as they had all of his commands.
Family tradition decreed that the heirloom, the patriarch's blessing, and all his possessions go to the male of his choosing. With the urging of the family, Drew placed the ornament around his neck. He received a kiss on both cheeks from the old man.
Later that evening, Drew escaped from his relatives by going out into the backyard. He came across his grandfather smoking his unfiltered cigarettes.
The old man said, "Drew, today you do not understand the power and significance of your birthright. I was ignorant of its special powers when it was given to me. You will find it enlightening, entertaining, and enriching."
"Ah... Yeah... Sure."
The old man chuckled, "Go. Be with your friends. I will explain your absence to the family."
"Thanks, Grandfather," Drew said. He was happy to be released from the family event. He pulled the family heirloom out of his shirt and said, "I'll wear it with pride."
The old man smiled and waved him on his way. Drew ran to his friend's house. The septuagenarian stubbed out his cigarette. He died in his sleep that night.
In the morning, Adrianna broke the news of his passing. It was not unexpected. Per their tradition, he was buried the next day in a simple ceremony followed by a wake at Drew's house.
The wake ran late into the evening. Aunt Eleanor and Emma volunteered to stay and help David, Diana, and Drew clean up.
"Eleanor and Emma," Diana said. "Thanks for helping. It's late. You must be exhausted. Stay. You can sleep in Drew's bedroom. Drew, you're in the basement."
Drew went to the basement. He stripped down to his underwear, set up the fold-out cot, and fell asleep.
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The next morning, Drew lay in bed. He was in the hazy period between deep sleep and wakefulness. He was having a weird dream.
He saw Aunt Eleanor walking around nude in his bedroom. She was a voluptuous woman. She had a full black bush and a big but still porkable ass. Her large breasts drooped.
Although her boobs sagged, Drew found the pale soft flesh appealing. They were full and bouncy. Her large erect nipples seemed to cry out "Suck on me!".
Drew was no stranger to wet dreams, but this one was unusual.
He wasn't in it, and the dream had no sound. It was as if he was watching a hidden voyeur video. Eleanor wasn't playing with herself or doing anything sexy. She was just getting ready for the day.
Drew soon had a throbbing hard-on for his handsome aunt. He watched Aunt Eleanor go to the bed and shake her 20-year-old daughter.
Eleanor pulled the blanket off her daughter, exposing the girl's tight round ass. Emma was naked and lying on her stomach. She appeared to reject the idea of getting up and clung to the bed.
Eleanor gave her daughter's plump rump a sharp slap.
Emma cried out, sat up, yawned, and stretched.
She had inherited her mom's full figure. Emma's breasts were abundant and youthfully firm. Her large dark pink auroras stiffened into hard peaks. Her erect nipples were thick and long and defied gravity by pointing above the horizon.
Drew had always found his cousin attractive, but he never imagined that she had "Playboy" potential. He grabbed his thick cock and stroked it.
He watched as Emma sat on the edge of the bed. She parted her knees and scratched her shaved pussy. Emma was nonplussed as she rubbed her vagina in front of her mother. She ran her fingers through a landing strip of silky black fur and fluffed the patch of pubic hair.
Drew stared intently at his cousin's pussy as he stroked his meat. The scene changed. He saw a tree through his bedroom window. "No. No," he shouted in his brain. "Show me the naked girl!"
By some miracle, the camera panned back to the nude twenty-year-old.
"Yes!" Drew said triumphantly. He stared at Emma's shaved sex. A full minute passed before he noticed that to the right of her landing strip was a tattoo of a snarling black cat.
"So Emma," Drew thought, "does that mean you growl and like your sex rough?"
Seconds later, he cried out, "Ohhhh." His whole body tensed, and he blew his wad. He felt gobs of warm cum land on his stomach. As soon as he orgasmed, the vision in his head disappeared. Drew opened his eyes and took in the out-of-focus view of the basement.
He let out a deep sigh and asked, "Woah! Am I now officially a pervert because I masturbated while dreaming about my cousin?"
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For the next couple of days, everyone was solemn.
Drew couldn't help but look at his cousin Emma differently. Before she was family, one of his many female cousins, now she was that hot babe he had seen naked.
Eventually, the two found themselves alone. They talked about their grandfather and their plans.
Drew said, "I'm off to Penn State in the fall. How about you?"
"When I graduated high school, Grandfather sent me to work at the beauty salon with my cousins and aunts. It's okay. I mean, I like it. Maybe I'll go to school to learn how to cut hair," she said and smiled.
"Oh, what are you doing now?"
"Waxes, manicures, and pedicures."
Drew didn't know where he got the nerve but he said, "I see. Do a lot of women, you know, have all their pubic hair removed?"
"Yes. We do quite a few Brazilian waxes," Emma replied, wondering where this conversation was going.
"I bet you've seen some tattoos. Ever seen a snarling black cat?"
Emma instantly looked shocked and scared. She dropped her glass of lemonade and rushed away calling out, "Mama, Mama... the sight."
Drew was nervous and frightened. He cursed himself for having taken the conversation that far. He was angry at himself for upsetting Emma.
The rest of the day, he felt ostracized by the family. He felt he was the object of anxious looks and a whispering campaign by his relatives.