Chapter 1
The first time I suspected my family was not like every other family was when I was 18. Being a teenage boy, I had all the normal hormones and urges, and I had become fond of masturbating. It wasn't something my family talked about a lot, and I knew that my older sister on occasion played with herself. But it was certainly not discouraged, and to me it was normal to fondle myself in my pants or even out in the open while we were watching television or sitting outside on the patio. In my family, people just did things like that in the open, and no one ever said anything about it. That was how it had always been, and I had even busted my nut in front of my family before. They obviously took notice and would even smile while I groaned and shot a healthy load of cum all over my stomach, but they never said anything bad about it or acted like it was unusual to do that sort of thing in front of them. I somehow knew better than to do it when other people were around, but around my family I was very casual.
My sister Stephie, who was two years older than me, would usually watch me while I did it, and sometimes my Mom would watch for a bit. It was natural for them I suppose to enjoy seeing a penis, especially one that was erect and shooting cum. Stephie would usually stare right at my dick as I would beat it, jerking my dick up and down, up and down, until I would tense up and spew. Sometimes her neck would flush red, or her hand would drift down her stomach towards her thighs. If we were inside the house, a lot of times we would wear as little clothing as possible. Eventually we had become nudists of sorts. We would never go outside naked, but inside the home we would all strip down to nothing and just lounge around that way. If I was lucky, and Stephie was the only one around while I would be masturbating, she would join me and either sit right next to me or right across from me so we could watch each other. We would make small talk or even just stare silently at the other person while they played with themselves, but we never actually spoke about what we were doing. Again, I never thought anything of this, it was completely normal to me. But I would eventually find out just how special our family was.
When I started dating girls from high school, we would do the usual thing of making out or fondling. I remember vividly the girl who opened my eyes to the abnormality of how my family lived. Her name was Liv, and she was a really hot, skinny girl from my Spanish class. I finally had the guts to ask her out, and it turned out that she had liked me all year. After one date of keeping my hands off of her, we ended up kissing pretty heavily from then on. She would even let me feel her breasts while we did it, though they weren't nearly as big as the women in my family. My sister Stephie had pretty decent C cups and my Mom had very motherly D's, despite how slender they both were. Liv was just an A cup, but with her small frame it just made her all the more cute. She would moan so sweetly when I would slide my hand up her shirt and touch her nipples while I sucked on her neck. After a few dates of this, I was ready to move things right along.
Every night after our dates, I would go home and take my clothes off, sit down in front of the television where Stephie would usually be hanging out, and jerk off my throbbing erection until I came in thick heavy spurts all over myself. Stephie would be torn between watching me and the tv. Sometimes she would ask me about my dates, while I masturbated. I enjoyed that, because talking about how we would kiss and touch each other would get me off even faster. And though I didn't know why quite yet, I found myself unusually aroused when my sister would watch me jack off. To me, it wasn't uncommon at all, and I didn't see anything wrong with it. But there was this feeling I had that I would later realize was attraction to my sister. I hadn't been raised to think that incestuous feelings were wrong, though I knew how other people were generally disgusted by incest. Still, I didn't equate masturbating in front of my family as the same thing.
I would soon make the mistake of revealing my naivety to Liv, one night when we were out on the patio at my house. It was not quite dark yet, but we were alone out there sitting together. I couldn't understand why she didn't want to make out like usual. She said she didn't want anyone to see us, but I couldn't figure out why. What difference did it make if my family saw us? I honestly didn't understand. Finally, when it was obvious that for some reason she just would not respond to my touch, I figured I would take care of myself right then and there. She had seen my penis before, and though she had never fully masturbated me, she had fondled it while we were making out. It didn't seem like a big deal to me. But when I unzipped my pants and pulled it out, Liv looked shocked.
"What are you doing, Brian?!" she hissed, glancing around frantically as if someone would see us.
"What?" I asked, grabbing my semi-erect dick and pulling at it.
"You can't do that out here," she said, though I could tell she was aroused seeing my penis. She told me on our last date, after squeezing it and touching it for a good five minutes, that it was the biggest she had ever seen before.
"Why not?" I genuinely didn't understand what she was worried about. I was completely hard now, and slowly jacking myself.
"Your family could come out here any second!" She seemed truly worried, even ashamed for some reason.
"So what? They see me masturbate all the time."
That was pretty much the line that changed everything. Liv's face was a mix of horror and disbelief.
"What the fuck does that mean?" she finally asked.
I stopped beating my meat for a second. "They're not going to care. What's the matter?"
Liv didn't say anything, she just watched me jerking off with her mouth hanging open. Not a minute later, the patio door slid open and my Mom popped her head out.
"Everything okay out here?" she asked.
Liv spun around in terror and stared at my Mom with frightened eyes. Mom frowned, wondering what was wrong, but then she glanced over at me and saw what I was doing. She just smiled and shook her head.
"Brian, that's rude," she scolded in a half hearted tone. Then she went back inside.
Liv turned back to me, and had the strangest expression. "Oh my god, I have to go."
She stood and walked back inside the house.
"Wait, Liv!"
I went after her, my dick still hanging out of my pants. She was already to the front door by the time I made it over to her. She turned finally to let me talk to her, but when she saw my penis still hanging out, she fumed and ended up slamming the door as she left.
"Way to go, Brian," Stephie said from the living room, watching what happened.
"Whatever," I said, and plopped down on the couch next to her.
She eyed my dick, and smiled at me. "Wanna talk about it?"
