Just hours ago I lost my virginity technically. I didn't actually fuck anyone or even get fucked, but I gave my first blowjob and it was my first sexual experience with anyone other than my own hand. Up until this morning, I never considered myself anything but heterosexual. But here it is hours later, I had tasted my first cock. To make it even more taboo, it was my father's cock.
To recap, I had seemingly always fantasized about incest with my mother, sister and aunt. On this particular day my dad caught me masturbating, during which I moaned "mom". That's when my father introduced me to an exclusive club he co-founded. And in the process, broke down the barriers of my sexuality. (Read Chapter 1 -- Computer Groups for more, it will explain what you need to know to make this story work. All characters are 18 or older)
I know this story has a slow build up, but I am just setting the stages, later chapters will move quicker and easier, so please be patient with the stories. This is my fantasy world.
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Two days went by fast. I hardly left my room I was masturbating so much. My daddy stopped by my room Monday for a brief visit to see how I was doing. Although we didn't do anything, he told me that our original plan for meeting at the group house on Saturday was postponed until the Saturday following. Apparently the group board couldn't schedule a meeting this week.
During our chat, he told me some more about the group and that he has some very special things planned and a couple presents for me. But that would have to wait until the next Saturday almost two weeks away.
Lastly he gave me a huge bottle of lube and some anal toys. Giving me more time to get used to the thought and physically be ready for what would be happening to me.
That night I inserted my first ever anal plug. It was small and it wasn't very comfortable at first. I read the instructions thoroughly. I planned on being ready and I tried to sleep the very first night with it in me. It didn't work. After a couple hours of tossing and turning; I removed the butt plug, putting it on my bedside table. Sleeping after that came easy. After all, I probably came 7 times that day playing with myself.
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I awoke Tuesday morning around 6 AM to the smell of coffee brewing. Putting on a pair a shorts and a tank top, I made my way down to the kitchen to start my day with a little hard hitting caffeine. At the table, were my sister Becky (Full name Rebecca) and my mother Susan; both had coffee and a bowl of cereal.
I had to do a double take, mom was in her usual robe, but Becky was almost dressed identically to me, tight boy shorts and a tighter fitting and thin tank top. Her cute little pert tits were pressed hard against the thin fabric and her nipples looked liked they could shred her shirt with ease. She often wore clothes that showed off those hard nubs, but this morning was the best view of them I think I'd ever had. Maybe it was just because I've been so damn horny since Saturday, I don't know, but my cock certainly started going right back into my morning wood phase.
"Why doncha take a picture, it'll last longer!" Becky quipped noticing me staring at her chest.
That statement kind of broke me out of the haze and I poured some coffee, sat down across from Becky and just sipped at it, stealthily glancing between drinks at those hard nips.
Mom and my sister left the kitchen shortly thereafter; over the next hour, I enjoyed a second cup and read the paper, both my father and brother both came and went without much conversation. Of course I purposely avoided contact and speaking with my daddy, I just wasn't sure enough of myself. If I started talking to him and calling him daddy, I was sure to get excited and I think someone would certainly notice. So I kept to myself.
After 7 AM, the whole house cleared out and I was alone. I rested on the couch watching a replay of last night's baseball highlights. I dozed off.
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"Wakey Wakey little brother!" I heard as I was being shaken from my sleep.
"Beck?" I stammered, "What's up?"
I was still on the couch, on my side facing the television; my sister waking me with a jostle.
"So little brother, having a good dream?" she asked.
"Huh?" dumbfounded. "I don't know."
"Well your cock tells me otherwise!" she said, laughed and pointed. "Dreaming about my tits?"
Coming out of my slumber, I wasn't exactly working with a clear mind, but the words cock and tits did jump to the forefront of my brain. I looked down and I was hard, long and the head was sticking right out of the top of my shorts. So I covered myself as quickly as my body could respond to what my brain understood moments before.
"What the fuck sis?" I chirped at her, mad like my privacy was stolen from me.
"Oh relax Nick." She smiled at me. "Not like I haven't seen it before." The look on her face wasn't one I was used to. It was like she was holding the best poker hand and she knew it. This was something I certainly wasn't used to.
I turned and sat up, not moving my hands away from groin. "Well what do you want?" I was getting angry.
"I just decided I really didn't want to work today even though I was almost there." She grinned again. "So I called in sick and came home, and on my way to my room I found this!" That grin she had; got huge, as she pulled from behind her back my anal plug. I must have left my bedroom door open, it was on my nightstand.
My mouth hung open like it was meant to catch flies and I'm sure my face must have turned beet red. "What's the matter Nicky? Ass got your tongue?" She was downright rolling in laughter now and I got up; "You're such a bitch!" I yelled as I ran.... to my room, closed and locked my door and laid face down in my pillow. Just like a little girl.... crying.
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A good half an hour passed with me alternating between crying and fuming. I couldn't get my emotions in check and this was very unlike me. "What's wrong with me? It's not the end of the world!" I thought. Then I resumed my child like sniffling.
There was a rap at my bedroom door followed by Becky lightly asking me; "Nick, Can we talk?"
Unsure of myself at this point I didn't answer verbally or open my bedroom door, Becky repeated "Nick... you awake?" I still didn't answer. I don't think I had anything to say, or anything that I could say.
It seemed Becky left my door after that, because I didn't hear anything else. Somehow I fell asleep again.
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For the second time today, Becky was shaking me awake. "Nick! Wake up!" with a couple more pushes to my shoulders; "Come on Nick, wake up."; almost in a panic.
I opened my eyes to Becky yet again, realizing she was in my room when I clearly locked my door earlier. "How'd you get in here?" I asked and she responded; "Oh thank god you're alive."
"What?" confused, "Why would you say that?"
Becky was sitting on the side of my bed, legs facing away from me, but twisted enough so that both her hands were on each of my shoulders. "I was worried and I'm sorry for teasing you." She began. "I thought I pushed you too far and I thought.... Well I thought..." she seemed like she couldn't or wouldn't finish her statement.
"You thought what?" I admonished. "I'd kill myself?"
A big frown crossed her face, she lowered her head and tears started to flow. "Well... ummmm... yes." She admitted. "It crossed my mind and I just, ummmm, kind of freaked out."
I almost smiled. She cared. We never had a horrible relationship, but we never were close either. I'm pretty sure this was the first evidence of caring in 4 or 5 years. Becky hasn't exactly been a bitch to me over the years, but she wasn't the type to show kindness or caring either. Being 2 years older than me, and of course a sister instead of another brother, the only time we spent together over the past years were family outings and vacations, we just lived in two different worlds and today it showed how far apart we really became since we were young kids.
"I'm really sorry for teasing you like I did." She stated again. "I know we aren't close, but, ummmm" She was really trying to get a point across, but between sniffling, if wasn't coming out very well.
"But what?" I interjected.
She wiped her tears away and paused; collecting her thoughts. "It's just very hard to say this but." Sniffling again; "I love you."
She hadn't said that in a very long time, and neither had I. We were out of touch with each other's lives. "I love you too sis." I don't know why I responded that way, I guess it was just a standard reaction to hearing I love you.
A wicked look came across her face, almost a smile and she wiped her tears again. Seemingly her crying was coming to an end. We sat silent for a few minutes; she just turned and faced away from me with her head down. I sat up against my head board, watching the emotion from her drain out. Whatever happened, the tides turned on my emotions too. I wasn't crying anymore, now I was concerned with her. How things changed so quickly.
Finally she got up and started towards the door. My thoughts quickly turned back to my anal toy and the real possibility of that information being spread around. "Beck!" I called out. "Wait please."
She stopped at my door and looked back at me, "Can we talk please?" I begged.
"Sure." Her eyes were still very glass like; "I just want to change from my work clothes and get something to drink, can we do it in the living room?"
Minutes later, I was sitting on the couch waiting. I was staring at my butt plug just sitting on the coffee table like it was a normal everyday piece of the décor. Becky came slowly in from the kitchen with an orange juice and sat at the other end of the couch with at least 3 feet in between us. When she sat, I noticed her new outfit was the very same tight fitting tank top and boy shorts she had on at breakfast. Her nipples were like rocks again, threatening to tear holes in that flimsy shirt. The boy shorts wrapped her groin like latex, and she sat Indian style, slightly turned towards me. My eyes couldn't help but drop to the camel toe she so clearly displayed for me.
"My eyes are up here." she stated and gestured with her fingers spread into a peace symbol, but pointing towards her face. Clearly she saw the look of lust I had to have had written all over my face. My thoughts immediately turned to the fact that her statement didn't come out snarky or teasingly like at breakfast or when she woke me up on this very same sofa.
I lifted my gaze to her face instead of her crotch or tits as she had clearly defined. She had the greenest eyes and they captured my attention next. She seemed in control again and it had to be the change in clothes and the sexual tension they raised in my own shorts that gave her that power. "You wanted to talk?"
I stammered. "Ummmm yeah." Trying to get my next thought to come out of my mouth; "About this morning and...." I just went back to being that shy and dorky teenager that couldn't answer his daddy on Saturday.
