Warning: This story series contains a lot of incestuous sex - between the young MC and multiple female family members - as well as a few other individuals. There are also several intimate scenes with more than three people involved. If these things are not your cup of tea, I have other stories that you would probably enjoy more.
All episodes in this series have been completed and will be submitted to Literotica all at the same time. After that, it's out of my hands. Thanks for reading.
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For their 25
th
wedding anniversary, Mom wanted to go on a Caribbean cruise. She started bugging everybody in the house a year in advance. When she asked me about it, I told her to have a good time. By the time their anniversary rolled around, I would have finished my time at the trade school and be ready to go on the road - welding in places that nobody else wanted to.
Dad thought I was crazy. He was a 9-to-5 spreadsheet guy with a college degree and the most boring life on the planet. I had a cousin who'd joined the Navy and he had some cool-ass stories - but I didn't want to have some drill sergeant yelling at me - and then (once I'd survived that) deal with all of the other shit the Service put you through.
My great-uncle, however, had welded for several years - before he settled down - and I'd heard all of the stories of fortune and adventure - along with a healthy dose of "You've gotta be willing to..." that went along with it.
I wasn't afraid of heights. I loved scuba diving. I wasn't claustrophobic. I didn't mind the cold. All of the stories he told me - to warn me about the things that most welders wouldn't do - and the jobs they wouldn't take - those things didn't bother me at all. My life was so fucking boring that I actually wanted to try some crazy shit - just so that I could make it through and have some of the stories that he did.
His stories weren't just stories. I could see it in his eyes. He still missed it. Aunt Cindy, though? Fuck. I'd seen their wedding pictures. I would've fucking changed jobs for that woman too. Even though the two of them were as old as my grandparents, I still kind of fantasized about her.
She was one of those women that didn't give you a peck on the cheek. I never watched to see exactly how she kissed Kay, but she at least kissed the corner of my mouth every time - if not hitting me square on the lips - and Aunt Cindy usually insisted on hugging you while she kissed you. Those fat titties of hers would press against my chest as she wrapped her arms around me and it was all I could do to keep from sliding my hands down to her ass.
If mom wanted a cruise, that was fine. I planned to be looking for my first big adventure by that point. She simply laughed and assured me that I was coming along. I did the only reasonable thing that I could think of. I prayed for Jesus to come back so I wouldn't have to go.
Based on the screaming coming from my sister's room, her response was the same as mine. She would be just out of high school - ready for college, trade school, the Service, or (more likely) to run off with one of her little bimbo friends and fuck the summer away lying on a beach doing nothing.
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Kay claimed that she was captain of their cheer squad. I was done with high school so she could've claimed she was the school mascot and I really wouldn't have known differently. We were the Dawgs - which meant that most of the guys referred to the cheerleaders as the 'bitches in heat'.
I wasn't sure how much my sister put out during her time in the squad but - when I had attended there - the stories from my classmates about the cheerleaders were pretty unbelievable. I didn't need the drama and avoided that scene completely when I'd been there. Honestly, the only thing that I really knew about cheerleading was whatever I overheard when she brought her little squad-mates home for studying... or whatever it was they were supposed to be doing.
My sister was a bottle-blonde. Dark eyebrows and roots - with the rest of her hair looking like some California girl. Her face wasn't bad but - of course - I always told her that she needed more makeup - which always set her off and got Mom involved.
Like most of her friends, she practically starved herself to keep her tummy flat. She was almost too skinny. Her thighs - due to helping with the pyramids and doing the other more athletic parts of their routines - were the most toned part of her body - other than her abs. Her arms were skinny.
Honestly, I couldn't give my sister too much shit about makeup. It was a little overdone but part of that was like in theatre - to highlight certain parts of their appearance. I understood - but didn't care for it. I hated it when girls slathered the makeup on. If it was done well, it enhanced their appearance but most of the time I thought they'd look better without all of that. Kay really wasn't that hideous - I just had to do my brotherly duty and give her shit - and that was an easy target. It wasn't like I was going to talk about her ass.
Of all the friends that she brought home, Tory was probably the most frequent. I didn't know if Tory threw herself at every other guy like she did me - but she was almost annoying sometimes. In the last couple of years, though, she had thinned out a bit. Maybe she hit her growth-spurt late but she seemed taller as well.
Tory's face was taller than Kay's. Her lips were thinner and her mouth was wider. Her nose was almost a little too small for her face. Maybe that's why her eyes and mouth looked bigger. I assumed other males thought the same thing that I did when they looked at her - about how nice my dick would look buried in that mouth. Her brown hair had plenty of natural waviness to it - and she always kept the blonde highlights in there - especially in the wavy parts. Those hung to her breasts - which weren't more than B-cups - but looked big enough to bounce nicely if you fucked her hard enough.
The other cheerleader in the family was our cousin, Lucy. Lucy must've picked up some recessive genes from her dad's side - because her thick mostly-straight locks had an orange tint to them. To me, her eyebrows looked brown but there were just enough tints to her hair for the light brown to glow in the sunlight. Lucy was taller than Kay as well - maybe my sister was just short. I should have given her shit about that instead. My cousin's chest was maybe a little bigger than Tory's - but she was also slightly larger framed. She wasn't fat. She starved herself as much as the others did - she was just a little more woman-sized.
Maybe I should have tried that with Kay. I should have told her that Tory and Lucy were looking more like real women and she still looked like she just came out of middle school - especially with those almost non-existent breasts.
Over the intervening months, I noticed my sister and her friends less and less. I was getting closer to graduating from trade school and I wanted to garner as much knowledge and experience from my instructors as I could. Nothing else really mattered.
At school, I also had almost unlimited access to scraps of all sizes, shapes, weights, and compositions. I spent extra hours in the shop after my classes doing shit like welding a soda can to an inch-thick steel plate. I fucked it up a hundred times before I started getting it right - but my great uncle had warned me that knowing materials well - and being able to weld them together - would only increase my marketability.
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A week after Kay finished high school (several weeks after my graduation from welding school) we loaded into a 12-passenger shuttle bus thing that mom had rented - along with her sister's family - and headed for Miami to catch our cruise ship.
My cousin Larry (Aunt Lori's son) and I were the same age. Out of the cousins, we were the only ones that hadn't brought along a playmate. My sister brought Tory (one of her Bimbo Squad buddies). I did not have a high opinion of the cheerleading squads from my old alma mater - and even less of those that my sister cheered with.
Honestly, Kay was probably one of the brighter ones on her squad - but I still sometimes wondered if she traded blowjobs for getting her homework done. I was convinced that the rest did.
We hadn't been on the van/bus/whatever for more than fifteen minutes before Tory was looking at me more than she was at my sister - who was sitting right beside her. I was feeling pretty confident that I'd get laid without a challenge on the trip. At that point, that looked like the only positive aspect for the whole worthless week.
My cousin Lucy (Larry's sister) had brought a boyfriend along. Her mother (my aunt) had already scolded her about the PDA twice. Lucy was the same age as my sister. Her boyfriend (Jimmy/John/whatever) spent as much time looking at the rest of the people in the van as he did my cousin. I was sure they'd be broken up by the time we returned. I just hoped he didn't set his sights on Kay or I'd consider murder on the high seas as a viable option.
