Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
The way Mom and Nancy looked at me you could see I was a big flop at concealing my situation. Mom had a worried expression on her face, as if she thought I might be going to have a fit and it turned out that is what she did think. My cousin Martin has fits. He will be sitting down for dinner just like we were, having a happy time with his family, and the next second he will be writhing on the floor and yelling his head off. Everyone is concerned that having fits like Martin’s is hereditary, and Mom wondered if this defect was suddenly popping up in me.
“No, mom, they want me to writhe on the table,” I should have said, but a person can’t think fast when her orgasm is starting and you can’t even talk if you are gasping.
Nancy looked puzzled but then she put her hand to her mouth and her eyes about doubled in size.
“Oh my God,” she said.
That’s the last thing I remember until my chin crashed onto my plate and flipped it over, getting gravy and bits of food all over me. Then I blacked out again.
“Are you all right, Elsie!!?”
I looked up at Mom. The others were behind her, peering down at me. I was lying on my back on the floor for some reason. I realized my dress was up and my panties were exposed and I wondered if I even had panties on anymore and if I did what they must look like. Daddy bent down and patted my head, probably feeling worried that it was his fault I had totally passed out and more worried that someone would ask how come my panties were wet.
“Just a little warm. Maybe it was something she ate?”
“Something got spilled on her panties,” Mom said, bending down for a closer look. “I hope the poor thing didn’t wet herself when she fainted. Oh dear, hmmmm. Oh dear.”
“What about the punch,” said Greg. “She said it was the punch. I told you not to put the rum in it, Nancy.”
“Someone should pull down her dress,” Mom said. Mom was looking at my panties as if she even thought they were interesting. It felt like she was trying to see my cunt.
“Oh, I will do it,” Mom laughed, since of course she could do it. She is my mother. Mom knelt down beside me and lifted the hem of my dress and very slowly pulled it down, bending her head back the whole time to watch my panties as much as she could before she lost the view.
I had been awake for like a minute but no one seemed to realize it, even though my eyes were open.
“Hey, I am ok,” I said.
“What happened, Elsie?”, Mom said.
“I don’t know. I just felt funny all of a sudden. I feel fine. I didn’t have a fit or anything, don’t worry.”
“Yes, you were funny all right,” Nancy said, “you were hilarious.”
Mom gave Nancy a dirty look for her remark about me and then everyone started talking at once in a relieved way over the fact that I didn’t have a fit and that I was ok, and we all went back to our chairs. Mom made everyone promise not to drink any more punch for at least a half our. For some reason the mood at the table was better than ever after that. I talked with Greg for a while. I refused to talk to Daddy. I was mad at him for fingerfucking me during an important celebration of our country like Thanksgiving Dinner.
I kept my back to Daddy on purpose and talked with Greg, who I hardly ever see anymore. It is sad and I was even getting used to it. Greg is very strict about things, which made it hard for us to get along sometimes when we were a lot younger but he is a great brother and I totally love him. He is so smart. I felt very happy he was there. It was also nice to be around a guy who wasn’t checking you out every second. The big gloomy part was that Daddy was having an affair with Nancy and Greg would be totally devastated if he found out.
So, Greg and I were blabbing away when Nancy said,
“Let’s have a vote.”
Well, we have this family tradition that is very democratic and it is that whenever a family decision is made everyone gets to vote. Mom and Daddy can veto a decision but they must have a good reason and be able to explain it and you can only vote on family decisions, you can’t vote on parental decisions, and of course Mom and Daddy decide if it’s a family decision or not. Anyway, Nancy said it would be fun to take votes about certain things and Grandpa said, “like what”, and Nancy said, “oh like who tells the funniest jokes, or who would be the best contestant in an arm wrestling contest, That sort of thing.”
Hmmmm, what was Nancy up to now? An opinion type of vote instead of a decision vote, this was something different.
“Ok, what the heck,” said Daddy. Grandma keeps a writing pad and a bunch of pencils and pens in one of the buffet drawers and Nancy got them and gave papers from the pad to everyone along with a pencil or pen, laughing all the time at the jokes she was hearing and people making fun of her for her “mean idea”, as Mom called it.
We did a few votes like the ones Nancy described and everyone had some laughs out of it. People were drinking punch again now that the main part of the dinner was over. Then Nancy raised her hand and grinned and everyone quieted down and looked at her, waiting to find out what the next vote would be.
“How about, whose panties would you like to see the most?”
Oh boy, I thought, here it comes.
No one said anything. It was like sudden total silence and then people started laughing.
I don’t remember what anyone said, exactly. The grownups jabbed away about Nancy’s vote idea while I tried to think about what I should do and what Nancy was going to do next and what if I won the vote…? I mean was it really such a big deal whose panties people wanted to see?
“Are we talking about all the people in the world or just all of the people right here or what?”, Grandpa asked.
“Oh, all the people in the world! But it has to be person who could be here right now since that is what the vote it is about.
“Mmmmm,” Grandpa said.