Start with half a dozen well-hung young men. Add a well-preserved middle-aged woman who happens to be their mother. Throw away all her inhibitions...and what do you have?
A very complex familial situation, let me tell you. But not a bad one. Not a bad one at all...
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I tripped over said situation quite by accident on a surprise visit home on my mother's 45h birthday. I can't blame them for not being careful; after all, I'd already told Mom I wouldn't be able to make it home this time. What I had intended as a surprise was a surprise indeed...but I was really the one who was surprised.
Let me set this situation up for you, okay? My mother is what doctors call a double-ovulator. My Dad (rest his soul) used to say that women like her should have "D.O." tattooed on their foreheads so that men interested in them would know what they were in for. My mother got pregnant four times in rapid succession before having her tubes tied, and three times she gave birth to twins: my brother Janus and I (Jessica, the only girl), Jack and Justin, Jeremy (our singleton) and Josh and Jacob, the youngest at 18. Don't get me started about all the J names, okay?
The bus stop was a less than a block away, so I was approaching my Mom's house, toting my suitcase, when I heard a tremendous splash and the trill of laughter from the backyard. Moving quietly, I peered through a crack between the boards of the back fence just as Justin crowed, "Man, Janus, you should have seen your face!" and laughed outrageously. I could see two of my bothers treading water in the swimming pool, the younger grinning for all he was worth. "I thought you were gonna explode when you ca --"
"Keep it down, sprat!" Janus overrode him. He splashed water at our younger brother. In a lower voice, "You want everyone in the neighborhood to know what's going on?"
Still grinning, Justin shook his head no. He started to say something, but just then one of my other brothers, probably Jack, shouted to them, "Come on, guys, it's almost your turn again!"
With that, they perked up and swam to the edge of the pool. When they got out, I was a little surprised: they were both stark naked! We never swam naked in Mom's pool. There was a rule. Then I got the shock of my life when my twin reached out and grabbed Justin's penis. "This puny little thing gonna be ready in time?" When he let it go, Justin was a tad less flaccid that he's been before.
"Puny, ha!" said irrepressible Justin, in what to him was a quiet voice. "That's not what Mom says!"
Well, I just about fell over. When I could breathe again, I decided I had to know exactly what was going on...though I already had a pretty good idea. Leaving my suitcase behind, I punched in the combination and slipped through the back gate, even as I heard Justin call, "Hey Mom! Ready for the next installment of your birthday present?"
I thought I understood, in a vague way, what must have happened. A month or so before, Janus had called me at school, sounding very uncomfortable, and told me that he thought something was wrong with Mom. She'd slipped and hit her head about a week before -- I'd come to see her in the hospital while they kept her for observation overnight -- and while the doctors said she was fine, Janus told me that her behavior since had been...strange. She acted much more clingy and loving when they were around, and the younger twins, who were still living at home, said she had been disappearing into her room for hours at a time. Jacob said it sound like was crying or something in there.
When I heard from him again a few days later, he said Mom was fine, nothing to worry about. He even sounded cautiously happy, which is unusual for dour Janus.
I hid in the bushes next to the gate when I heard the sliding glass door to the family room slide open, and my youngest brothers, Josh and Jacob (never Jake) came tripping out. They too were nude, and covered with a sheen of sweat, their fair hair plastered down on their foreheads. They looked irrepressibly cute, and both dove into the deep end of the pool without saying a word. When they came up, gasping for air, Jacob looked at Josh and said, "Dunno if I can take much more."
"Night's young," his twin said. They always talked to each other this way, in abbreviated short sentences.
"Glad it's not just us." Josh dove, and I got a nice view of his tight butt. I had to admit, I felt a little twinge in my belly. I'd had a few masturbatory fantasies about some of the boys (tell me a girl with brothers who hasn't), but I'd never really considered them in a sexual way. When Josh came back up, he slicked back his hair and said, "What's the record?"
Jacob, who was floating on his back, replied, "Everyone but Jermy. Three holes, two hands..."
"Poor Jermy Sixth Wheel!"
The boys laughed as the back door opened and, with a splash, the very object of their derision dived in. When he came up, he punched Josh on the shoulder and said, "Suck my dick, baby brother. I get extras all next week."
Josh looked at him archly. "Oh, I'll suck it all right. But you're gonna have to wait until I recover from all this."