This story includes straight sex, lesbian sex, oral sex, exhibitionism, and a few other socially frowned upon activities. But mostly it's about incest so if that is not your cup of tea, I suggest you move on. As always, all characters are over the age of 18 at all relevant times. Enjoy.
I went home to seduce my family. It turned out to be much easier than I expected.
I grew up on a Minnesota farm in the Andersen family. It was a very conservative upbringing--church on Sunday, every Sunday; Dad out in the fields working dawn to dusk; Mom at the school teaching third grade, except in the summers when she worked for our church's day care center while others of the staff took time off; My siblings and I at school every day--no hooky allowed. In the summers we helped Dad in the fields, or we helped Aunt Susan, Mom's widowed twin sister who lived with us and kept the house while Mom worked. There was always homework and chores. We were taught idle hands lead to the devil's work. Occasionally on a Saturday we went out to the lake for a picnic. That was as close as we got to time off. My father even voted Republican, which is not something that happens that often in Minnesota.
And sex? It was not a topic in our house. Oh yes, Mom did have the obligatory mother-daughter talk with me when I reached "that age," and I assume she did with my sister Janey and Dad did with Jimmy when they reached that age. Of course, I had already learned everything she had the courage to tell me in school and a good deal more. And I assume my siblings had also. After all what else is school for? Besides, Mom's lecture was more about what not to do than it was about how to do it and enjoy it.
But, and this is the key to understanding the family I grew up in,
we never
discussed sex beyond those single painful obligatory parent-child introductory discussions. Dad never mentioned the subject, nor did Mom beyond that one painful conversation. And my siblings? I don't know what they talked about between themselves, but the topic of sex never came up with me. Same thing for my Aunt Susan.
Shortly after I turned 18, I went away to a major college in the Boston area. Dad drove me to the airport. He pecked me on the cheek before I went through security--the closest I had ever come to a kiss from anyone in our family.
Living away from my Mid-western home for four years changed my life,
a lot.
My first college roommate was a slut, and a bisexual slut at that. I was putting things away on my side of the room when Nicole walked in the door. All she had was a small suitcase. The rest of her things would arrive in a seemly never-ending stream of Fed Ex deliveries that dribbled in over the next two weeks. She had just arrived after a 12-hour flight from her home in Southern France. As she set her suitcase down, I stuck out my hand, introducing myself as Emma. Nicole grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a boob smashing hug, chattering something spoken so quickly it left my high school French in the dust. Then she grabbed a towel and disappeared into the bathroom. Once she left the room, I decided she had said, "I stink from the trip, and I need a shower," or something like that.
When she returned half an hour later, she was naked, the towel wrapped around her dark hair. I was shocked. We didn't do nudity in the family I grew up in. She flopped down on her bed and begin to talk in perfectly clear unaccented English, explaining to me about her background (born in New York, raised in Connecticut, Paris, and Provence, a bit about her education in a variety of private schools her mother had sent her too in Paris, Zurich, Lucerne, and London, her reasons for attending an American university, and on and on until she begin to yawn and, claiming jet lag, stretched out and rapidly fell asleep.
The whole time she was talking I was listening but distracted by her stunningly beautiful body. I had never thought about women as sexually attractive, but I certainly saw Nicole as just about the most ravishing creature I had ever seen. For a long time after she nodded off to sleep I simply sat, staring in lust at her naked body--full, firm round breasts, flat belly, round muscular hips, and long perfectly tapered legs.
But this story is not about Nicole and her great tits, her fabulous legs, her cute butt, her seductive and evil tongue, or her slutty attitude towards sex, nor is it about my experiences in college that led me to be a smiling, blonde, midwestern clone of Nicole's French slut. Suffice it to say that before the night was out, she had seduced me into my first experience with lesbian sex (the first of many I might add) and within a week her boyfriend had dropped by for a visit and in the resulting threesome he took my cherry. But that, in all its tawdry detail along with my sex life during the remainder of my college career, is for another story.
Now after four years of focused study on my chosen computer science major, punctuated by regular sex with men and women (fellow students, professors, an occasional pizza dude, etc.), I had decided to return home for a brief summer visit, my first in four years. The night before I left I made a marijuana induced bet with my roommate, and sometimes lesbian lover, that I would seduce at least one member of my ultra-conservative family during my visit.
This is not to say that I had avoided my family completely for the four years I was in college. Far from it. I had travelled home each year for Christmas. Summers I spent in Boston and Cambridge hacking code in various research labs. But at Christmas of each year, I dragged out my most conservative, and warmest, clothes, flew home to Minnesota, and made small talk with my conservative farm family--no hugs, no kisses, everyone fully clothed at all times, no drinking, no marijuana, and certainly no discussion of my sex life--or theirs, although I wondered if they even had one. And, oh yes, lots of clandestine masturbation in my bedroom with the corner of my sheet stuffed in my mouth to stifle my lustful cries as I got myself off on a nightly basis. I enjoy sex and I'm loud.
Now it was mid-June. I had just finished my baccalaureate degree, including a grueling senior thesis that had kept me glued to a computer for most of the last month. I had been accepted for graduate school at Stanford and I had a juicy fellowship so I wouldn't have to spend this summer hacking code. This would be the first time I had been back to the family farm in summer in four years. My plan was to stay for a long weekend and then to return to Boston to pack my things and drive across the country to Palo Alto. I intended this year's visit home to be different. It certainly was, but not in the way I expected.
My flight left Boston early and I made a tight connection in Chicago that got me into Minneapolis by mid-morning. Usually, the whole family would meet me at the airport, but this was a Thursday and at this time of day they were all working so I knew it would just be my brother Jimmy. Jimmy was two years younger than me and had stayed at the family farm helping Dad rather than going off to college. I wanted to try my plan of seducing the whole family on him before I moved on to the others. I thought he would be the easiest. He was easy, but not the easiest as it turned out.
I knew he would be waiting for me just outside security. I ducked into a restroom before I got there and made a couple of key changes to my clothing, dispensing with my bra and panties. I was wearing a short skirt and I let my long blonde hair down while I was in the restroom. My good-sized boobs were swinging lustily beneath my loosely fitting T-shirt as I walked through the security gate to meet Jimmy. I threw my arms around his neck and smashed my tits against his chest. He responded by lifting me off my feet and swinging me around, not exactly the response I expected from a member of my straightlaced family.
"Oh Emma, it's so good to see you," he said.
As we walked down the stairs to the baggage carousel my boobs continued to bounce and wobble. Jimmy didn't say anything, but I could tell he was noticing.
A few minutes later we were in his old truck leaving the airport. I was sitting with my back against the door with my feet drawn up the seat, showing most of my legs beneath my short skirt. "What time is it?" I asked. "I always get these time zones confused."
Jimmy looked at me, well mostly at my exposed legs, and said, "It's 11:00 o'clock. I would have thought a math whiz like you would have minor details like that handled?"