The Westervelt family sat around the dinner table quietly eating a Thanksgiving meal prepared by their mother. Jeannette, the oldest, sat beside her husband DeRay. Gillian, beside her boyfriend, Andre. Georgina, next to her boyfriend, Jalen. Finally, the youngest daughter, Laura, sat by her father whose head was face pointed straight down into his white mashed potatoes covered in gravy.
Laura had just returned from her sophomore year of college for a quick break back home. Like all of her sisters, she was ghostly pale with striking sea glass blue eyes and dark black hair. A trait they most certainly took from their mother.
"Could you past the green beans, father?" Gillian said, her hair loosely bobbing on top of her head.
Her father slowly gathered the dish, as if he had just come out of a daydream and then handed them to Andre to pass to his daughter.
"You still barely look pregnant at all, let alone seven months!" Georgina said to her pregnant oldest sister.
Jeannette and DeRay smiled at one another while Jeanette rubbed her expanded stomach filled with her soon to be first born.
"By this time next year, we'll be grandparents," Mom said, smiling proud. Dad twisted a short, smile with his lips between bites of potato.
The Westervelt estate sat on the fingers of Long Island, New York over nearly twenty acres of ocean view property. The girls had lived here nearly all their lives, and loved coming home for the holidays. Often, most of them would stay through the end of the year (only Georgina currently worked) to spend Christmas and the first snowfall in their lavish home.
"Food is absolutely delicious, Mrs. W," Jalen said, who had only started dating Georgina in the past year. The eager twenty-five-year-old seemed desperate for approval from his girlfriend's family.
"Thank you so much, it is so lovely to have all of you here for the holidays!" Mom said in return, gesturing to all of her daughter's boyfriends before turning towards Laura, "Maybe next year you might find someone to bring to the estate for the holidays?"
Laura smiled meekly. She was only twenty and had never seriously dated anyone in her whole life. She liked to have fun and party, but up until now had never desired anything serious. But that didn't stop her mother from bringing it up any chance she got.
When an awkward scratch of the fork on his plate, Mr. Westervelt finished his meal and quietly stood to return to watching the football game in his own study. Conversely, his daughter and their significant others had been watching in the main entertainment center, which featured a wide-screen seventy-eight-inch television in 4k ultra definition. Mr. Westervelt said he had 'felt sick to his stomach' and 'didn't want to pass it on to anyone'.
Oddly, Mr. Westervelt had felt sick around most holidays since his eldest daughters' engagement four years ago.
The game ended, Laura enjoyed hanging with her sisters and their boyfriends. They all made her laugh. Mrs. Westervelt pretended not to notice as Andre quietly gave Laura a few beers during the games. When it was all over, everyone retired to bed for the evening as the moon hung heavily above the Westervelt estate.
Everyone was full and sleepy and ready to spend the next month at home enjoying time with their family.
Laura stood in front of her body-length mirror in just a black bra and panties. She pushed her stomach outward as far as she could, cupping it with one hand and sighing, "God I ate too much,"
Laura exhaled and her ghostly pale stomach retreated back to normal. Flat, and nicely curved, there was barely much fat on any of the Westervelt girls. Her breasts were ample but not too big to be a nuisance, and her eyes, the signature of the Westervelt girls, were so stunning they nearly glowed in the dark.
She changed into a loose fitted baggy sweatshirt and tight yoga pants proudly displaying her round perfect ass before sliding beneath her Disney princess covers she had for too long now but was too nostalgic to give up.
It was only ten o'clock at night, but the combination of overeating and a few beers had made her exhausted. As the cloudless, moon-lit sky greeted the night creatures, Laura Westervelt drifted off to sleep in her families' manor.
It was a few hours later, when Laura expected everyone to be asleep when she woke up to someone calling her sisters name.
"Georgie! Georgie, wake up!"
She opened her eyes and sat up from her bed to find her sister's boyfriend Jalen in her doorway. When he saw Laura's face his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Oh shit. Sorry, Laura!" he said, "I'm so sorry, Get back to sleep."
Jalen quietly closed the door and moved to the next door over where Georgina room was. Laura heard some light commotion, nothing she would have heard had she still been asleep, and then a few quick giggles and then footsteps past her door and towards the stairs.
Jalen, having only been Georgina's boyfriend for a few months, was not allowed to sleep in her room. In fact, it took Mr. Westervelt until nearly Jeanette was married before DeRay could sleep in the same bed as her. Lucky for Gillian, she had been dating Andre a while when that decision was finally made and Mrs. Westervelt insisted the same privilege was given to her second eldest.
But bedroom segregation had been reinstituted for Jalen and Georgina, but Laura knew it wouldn't be much longer before her father was forced to cave in.
Laura lay in her bed, suddenly very awake by the shock of Jalen waking her up. Her head raced with thoughts, mostly about her father and why he acted the way he did towards her sisters' boyfriends. Eventually, Laura couldn't sleep and decided to sneak out of her room and see what Georgina was up too.
Despite it being the middle of the night, the floors of the Westervelt manor were still warm on Laura's bare feet as she tiptoed out of her room and towards the stairs. Jalen had been set up in the guest suite attached a half story down from the main floor where the dining room and entertaining areas were.
Laura quietly stepped, but the relative new and well-crafted staircase offered no squeal or creek as she made her way down. Moving around in the dead of night in this house was extremely easy. It was how she snuck out so much in high school to see her friends and party.
She made her way through the kitchen where the smell of roasting turkey still lingered in the air even now. It made her slightly hungry, but that thought was broken when she heard a muffled scream from her sister.
She tiptoed much faster now, making her way towards the half stair case that led to the guest suite. She could hear the light squeaking of the bedsprings as she moved closer to the door. Her curiosity getting the better of her as she slowly stepped to spy on her sister.
Moonlight poured from the skylight above the guest room bed where her sisters' lily white skin glowed in the white light. Her dark black hair swept across her pale back until Laura spotted Jalen's hands clutch at her back, slowly drifting down her sisters' body until he reached her ass. His long, dark fingers stretched across Georgina's butt until her clutched her booty firmly.
Laura nearly audibly gasped as her gaze continued downward, seeing what was going in and out of her sister. Jalen's long hard black cock sprung from Georgina's pussy like a totem pole until Georgina reached the top and slapped back down again. Laura couldn't believe her eyes at how big Jalen's cock was, nor could she figure out how it all fit inside Georgina's body.
She watched, over and over as Georgina's hips climbed the dark tower of Jalen's dick until she crashed back down his lengths, his hands firmly holding her butt, working her hips back and forth on his cock to his and her pleasure.
Georgina's muffled screams were only so as his hand blocked her mouth as she came several times in a row. When Georgina seemed satisfied from Jalen's thrusting, he slowly began to intensify his pace. The slapping of skin to skin contact erupted, louder and louder than even Georgina's muffled cries until Jalen let out one deep grunt and his shaft twitched and pumped semen into Georgina's eager body.
The rhythm slowed, the two lovers panting as the rocking slowed and eventually stopped. Laura watched Jalen's softening dick slip from inside Georgina and the pool of semen that followed. A shrapnel of the condom was tethered to Jalen's penis, busted completely.
"Not again!" Georgina half laughed, as she playfully slapped Jalen with a pillow, "Fuck now we have to go the pharmacy for Plan B tomorrow."
Jalen giggled softly, admiring his girlfriend's body as she twisted in his arms. Laura had not realized that her own hand had slipped between her legs and massaged at her clitoris as she watched her sister and her boyfriend fuck.
Suddenly snapping back into reality, Laura quietly tiptoed away as she heard her sister getting re-dressed to come back up to bed. Laura had barely slipped back into bed when she heard the patter of her sisters' footsteps, this time alone, move past her door.
When she was sure Georgina had drifted back to sleep, Laura's fingers stretched down her stomach until they rested between her leg, and she resumed masturbating, thinking, solely, about that massive black cock that had fucked her sister.
Two weeks later, her sisters and their boyfriends had taken Laura with them for a weekend ski trip in upstate New York. Snow had only just fallen on Long Island, but in the northern part of the state several inches had fallen, creating great ski conditions.
While the Westervelt girls had been skiing since the age of three, their companions had never been on the slope before. They spent much of the morning on the bunny hill watching as DeRay, Andre and Jalen looked like newborn fawns on their skis. Toppling over, falling, nearly crashing into children, but overall laughing and having a good time in their misery.
Around noon, they retired to the mess hall for hot cocoa and lunch before Gillian insisted that they at least try a moderate course.
"I'm not going up that chair lift. No way." Andre protested, biting into a fast food cheeseburger while his girlfriend forked at a Caesar salad.
"You'll be fine. I promise. It's just snow," Gillian countered.
"Black people don't fuck with snow. There's a reason snow is white," Andre said to a chorus of laughter.
Andre didn't agree to ski the more difficult course, but DeRay, who had now been doing this with Jeanette for years and had at least become somewhat self-sufficient, and Jalen, who was still trying to impress Georgina were on the ski lift beside Laura as they climbed to the middle of the mountain.
Gillian, after protesting to Andre for a while, had decided to use the break from skiing with him to take a lift to the top of the mountain for the more difficult slopes.
