This is very similar to my previous story: Ama Laga, but with a strong incestual twist. It contains a little bisexuality. Of course, if youâre into incest, a little cock-sucking probably wonât bother you.
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Birthday Surprise
âGrandma!â I cried, blushing as I opened her present for my eighteenth birthday. âI canât wear this! Itâs soâŠ.wellâŠsluttish.â Iâm not a prude, but it was just too much: a white dress with black poke-a-dots, strapless, low-cut and very short.
âNonsense,â replied my grandmother Suzie, âYou have such a beautiful figure, itâd be a shame not to show it off a bit. Besides which, thereâs no such thing as a slut.â
My Grandpa Bill winked at me and I blushed again. It was true that I had a nice body. I had full breasts and a pert butt and all the boys at school wanted me, though only the Prom King had had me. But, I was definitely more shy and reserved than my Grandparents.
They were anything but typical Grandparents: Barely fifty (my Grandma had my Mom at 16, and my Mom had had my twin brother Adam and I when she was just 15, you do the math), they were fit, tanned, and moved with a grace that was both athletic and sensual. I think Grandma might have even had a boob-job, though I didnât like to think about it.
Opening his present, Adam was thrilled to get some expensive, stonewashed jeans from them and immediately jumped up to go try them on.
âHave some more wine, Eve my dear,â suggested my father. He too was relatively young, in shape and very handsome (at least some women would say), with the blonde hair and blue eyes which Adam and I had inherited.
In contrast, my mother Dawn and my Grandma were dark and sleek, with olive complexions and deep brown eyes. The wine was making me sleepy and distracted, I wasnât used to it. I daydreamed, listening to the sound of crickets in the warm summer night, and the soft, lush odors of the Oregon forest wafted in through the window.
My father and Uncle Leo were talking about an upcoming Wicca festival in Eugene. Generally speaking, my family was fairly ordinary. They had steady jobs, were PTA leaders and regular voters, and even attended a protestant church (granted, it was very liberal) on occasion.
But, they also had an interest in âheathenâ things like Wicca and various New Age stuff. In keeping with their pagan leanings, they were also unusually open about sex. (âAn ye harm none, do what ye wiltâ was the Wiccan rede). It was a source of embarrassment at times when my friends came over, Looking over at my cousins Dave and Barb, I wondered if the same thing happened to them at home.
Adam came back with his jeans on, smiling. They were skin-tight, so tight in fact that you could almost make out the outline of his penis. I tried not to look.
âDo you like the jeans, Adam?â asked my Grandma, grinning.
âOh, yeah,â he replied enthusiastically.
âThey look good on you,â she winked, and Uncle Leo gave him the thumbs up.
Adam and I both liked the gifts we received from our parents: gold watches with mother of pearl faces. Delicately inscribed on the dial was the figure of a couple in an intensely romantic well,âŠpassionate embrace. Adamâs had something else inscribed on his. He laughed, then wouldnât let me look at it. I was getting very sleepy and felt warm and liquid.
When we opened the presents from our Uncle Leo (my motherâs brother) and Aunt Julie, we were both shocked: I got a black crotch-less Teddy and he got a black leather thong. Everybody laughed, especially Dave and Barb, who were older than we. I was too drowsy to even blush. We had one last gift each.
My mother came over and held my face in her hands, looking into my eyes with love. âEve, this is a very special night, a celebration,â she said softly. Then she kissed me tenderly, but in a way that was a little too long and a little too wet to be entirely motherly.
The last gift came in a shoebox and was simply wrapped. We both were taken aback and perplexed as we opened it: There was a pair of soft leather straps and a strapped gag that had a short rubber cock to be placed in the mouth. When I looked up, my father had an odd smile on his face that became blurred as I struggled to stare at it, then darkness.
When I awoke, I was on mossy ground in the dark, naked, tied and gagged. I heard chanting. Adam was on the ground beside me, also bound and naked but still asleep, and our parents stood on each side. The rest of the family stood in a circle in white robes. I was confused and frightened, but my mother put her hand on my head, reassuring me as I sat up.
I immediately tried to cover myself, ashamed, then realized it was useless and let my hands fall.
They were gathered around a small fire and a low bench, only a few feet long and covered in purple cloth. Everyone looked very serious, even my rowdy cousins. My mood sifted from fear to anger. I had been drugged, stripped, and gagged, damn it! I started to stand in rage, but my father pushed me firmly down by my shoulder and I desisted. I bit down on the gagâs short penis.
ââŠflowing green lush and moist, you speak to us in the stream,â chanted my grandmother who stood across from us. I could hear the stream and its croaking frogs.
âYou whisper to us, O Goddess, call to us on the gentle wind,â replied all. I saw Adam was waking, dazed and alarmed. My parents noticed too and caressed him.
âYou call us to be one, one with each other, one with the earth,â said Grandma, âfrom the one came two, and the two will become one with us. In the one, we will find ecstasyâ The atmosphere changed suddenly but I could not recognize to what. âSeek ecstasy.â
âLust is the path,â all replied, then let their robes fall, revealing their nakedness. Naked! I closed my eyes at once, stunned, then I thought about it a bit: Many pagan rites were performed âsky clad,â that is naked, and apparently this was no exception. Thatâs probably why I was naked too. I opened my eyes âŠand saw that no one had a body that was disgusting or repulsive.
Everyone was quite fit and healthy in fact, attractive even, especially my cousin Dave. He definitely worked out, had a six-pack, and was hot.
My god, what was I saying?
I turned away.
âAll become one,â chanted my grandmother, and then turned to kiss grandfather. It was a loving kiss at first then became more and more passionate, the kind of kiss that would make you say: âget a room.â Their tongues thrust and licked lips, and I saw her reach down to touch his penis. I was fixated like a deer in a headlight, couldnât turn away. I watched him stiffen and grow, his penis bobbing.
âAll become one,â answered the family. She then turned to my cousin Dave and kissed him. It was long and hard and he squeezed her breast while she jerked him. She was kissing Dave!
Before I could absorb this, Dave turned to his mother, my aunt Julie, and began to kiss her, licking and biting each otherâs lips, reaching down to stroke her vulva. His mother! I was disgusted but fascinated, appalled butâŠaroused. No. Not aroused, no. I recognized the mood now: raw animal passion, sweat and quiver.
âAll become one,â chanted the group
At the same time, my grandfather kissed my cousin Barb who stood beside him thus simultaneously sending the kiss around the circle the other direction. He groped her as his tongue slid into her mouth.
She then kissed her father Leo while, coming from the other direction, aunt Julie kissed my father. When Leo kissed his twin sister, my mother, the kiss seemed the most lustful of all. He grabbed her buns and pulled her to him while she ground her mons against his thigh.
Her lips were hungry and wet, and she shuddered. Then my parents came together, standing between Adam and I and the fire, their intertwining forms silhouetted Their heated kiss was one I had witnessed many times, and for a brief moment I felt as if all were normalâŠ.then their bodies parted just enough for my mother to slip her hand down to his crotch. I tried not to look...
âAll become one,â everyone softly chanted.