At just 21, I regularly assess the good and the bad in being raised as the only male in a house full of females. But has being brought up amongst so many dominant women played a part in me becoming a shy, cautious non-adventurous person through my late teenage years? We do have a male dog in the house, but I can claim to be the only human being with a penis around here.
One positive that springs to mind is that I have never been viewed by any of the women in this household as a member of the opposite gender ... only ever as a sibling or son. It's almost like they regard me as one of them. So, at 21, I constantly see all four of the gorgeous women who live in this house roam around completely uninhibited, seemingly oblivious to my presence ... unfazed by my seeing them in their underwear, nightwear, and other various stages of undress. I've seen more camel toes and bare bums than any other male might see in a lifetime. I may be a shy young man but I'm also an extremely horny one, so I find myself embarrassingly erect nearly every day.
Whether they are completing their regular household chores or just lounging around, the women of this house are inclined to do it in their bra and panties, or short nighties, even making occasional topless appearances. That's the way it's always been because I am just one of the family ... the little brother, youngest of four siblings, and son to a doting mother, adored by her probably because I am the odd one out. None of them seem aware what their constant flashes of bare flesh do to a maturing young man with a huge libido.
My sisters, all still single, none even engaged yet, are 24, 26 and 28. Each has inherited our mom's good looks,
and
good figure. So, being around them regularly, I feel almost like Hugh Hefner reincarnated. It is nothing for me to have an up-and-down erection six or seven times a day.
Mom is only 47 and looks great for her age ... not an ounce of cellulite anywhere on her curvaceous body. She had her first daughter out of wedlock at 19, after a one-night fling and passed up the chance to have an abortion. She made the decision to keep the baby, even rejecting a half-hearted marriage proposal by the guy who deposited his potent sperm into my mom.
I know the whole saga of my oldest sister coming from a different father, as well as stories of the day-by-day sex lives of all three sisters. For as long as I can recall, mom has encouraged each of them to openly discuss the intimate aspects of their lives around the dinner table. They have to reveal the name of their current boyfriend, or at least who they are fucking, and mom even demands they rate their male partners out of ten for their sexually competence. We all are encouraged to contribute our own thoughts and opinions, keeping everyone in the loop.
Alright, so you're curious as to ask where is the husband/dad in this family? To which I will ask you which would you like to know about. None are still around. The first actual official husband courted and wed my mom shortly after she gave birth to first daughter, Ashley. He stayed around for a while ... for almost five years. I guess he eventually decided he couldn't cope with three squealing young girls of 4, 2 and a baby.
My mom is so beautiful and so sexually needy that it didn't take long to find a willing replacement. She married for a second time - this one being my father - two years after the youngest of the girls, Courtney, was born and doing the math, it seems I was conceived within three months of marriage. He too lasted five years ... that seems the maximum for mom. She'd had enough of my dad and sent him packing. At four years of age, I had no say in that.
Mom gave up on marrying the men she fancied, so from that young age, I've had no male role models in my life, but I have had four strong females to follow around and, from puberty on, to watch and admire, and maybe ogle just a bit too. No, not a bit ... a LOT. I can add voyeur to my capabilities.
I mentioned how the dinner table conversations stretch to who's fucking who or being fucked by whom, as the case may be. But that's only the most salacious part of nightly news. Periods are a regular topic for discussion - who's about to have theirs, who's in the middle of one ... handy information to have in anticipating the grumpiness and moods ... and who may have missed one ... usually accompanied by an assurance not to start ringing alarm bells yet.
Then, there's who has a UTI, assessments of every eligible male around town from guys of my age - some of my buddies get a mention - through to possible husband prospects for all three siblings, Ashley, Brittany and Courtney. It doesn't stop at 20-somethings, men right up to age 50 are reviewed for mom since the girls think she should be getting regularly laid. Mom always reassures us all that she's doing ok without naming names.
So, I have described my world as best I can so that you can appreciate what a female world I live in, despite me having a hetero mindset and lusting after every feminine body I see. The problem is that I see a lot more of my sisters and mom's very feminine bodies than I do of possible sexual conquests that I might come across in my day-to-day life.
Is it any wonder that I have been getting regular hard-ons when coming across the women in my home? I have been dating for a few years now, but I don't have a good track record when it comes to forming any kind of ongoing relationship with girls I date. I haven't had one that has lasted longer than four or five dates. Now, of course, as all red-blooded males know, four or five dates with one person usually only gets a guy to first base. So, am I doing something wrong when it comes to sex that I get dumped before getting the first fuck with these women?
I need to get laid. Lately, I find my mind wandering, at 21, to how good it would be to have a passionate sexual encounter with my beautiful mom. To put my raging cock right up inside that passage that brought me into this world. But how can I even broach the possibility. I mean, I can't walk up to my loving mother and hit on her with some sort of 'come on' line. This is my mother we're talking about here.
Well, if it's a bridge too far to expect my lovely mother to introduce me to the much anticipated delights of sex, then is it more likely that one of my wonderful sexy sisters might just be crazy enough to oblige me, to help me solve my problem of not retaining a girlfriend by coaching me in the art of sexually satisfying a woman?
I know that what I desireg is called incest and is considered taboo in modern society, but my years of cohabitating with these beautiful four women has placed them on a pedestal as the women I most admire and would most like to fuck.
I begin to listen more acutely to the nightly dinner table talk. Who is regularly fucking and who might be missing out currently. The youngest of my sisters, Courtney has just ended a one-year relationship and there's no new boyfriend on the scene that I'm aware of. I immediately decide that Courtney will be my target. Like an animal hunter stalks his prey, I realise that I must isolate her from her sisters, have her come to my room, to hang out more.
It's handy that I have picked Courtney because she is closest in age to me. Therefore, we have a lot more in common. I know how hard it would be for me - at 21 - to try to seduce eldest sister, Ashley, who's 28.
Being the eldest, Ashley has her own room, Brittany and Courtney share a room. About ten this night, I put my head in the door of their shared room and ask Courtney, "Hey sis, you got a minute to talk?"
"Sure, Andy," she responds warmly and follows me to my room. Courtney is wearing what is almost regulation uniform for my sisters around the house ... a bra through which I can make out the shape of her nipples and a brief pair of panties.
I point to the bed, and she sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed. Immediately, I can spot a camel toe in the crotch of her panties, and I start to get hard. I too sit cross-legged, opposite her at the head of the bed. "What's up, bro?" she starts.
"I ... err ... um, I just wanted some advice from you, Court. I won't beat around the bush, as mom often says. I'm 21 now and I expected when I was younger that by now, I'd have a regular steady girlfriend. Perhaps should have had two by now."
"Oh, for sure, Andy. By the time I reached 21, I'd been through three long steady relationships."
"And if I recall correctly from mom's nightly dinner table confessions, you were having sex with each of those guys."
"You better believe I was. I started dating Brad at 18, and it didn't take long for me to want to end the drought. You probably know he was my first; mums always encouraged us girls to talk freely about all that stuff. We went together for nine months."
"Having sex on every date?"
"Of course! Once you start, there's no point in only having it occasionally. You want it all the time."
"So, the same with John and Terry?"
"Oh, you remember their names, Andy, that's sweet."
"Well, they were around the house a lot while you were going out with them."
