Family Day 1

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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Simon, my brother turned up. Actually, he opened my front door and walked in unannounced.

"Hi Sis," he said as he sat on the armchair opposite me.

I had just finished a bowl of cereal and was drinking my tea. I was wearing a robe, nothing else, why should I? I had not long got up, emptied my dishwasher and was just completing breakfast, I was in no hurry to get dressed, it was the weekend, I had no plans except Netflix and chill. I always unlock my front door when I come down in the mornings, just in case.

Just in case what you may ask, I don't know, just in case. I also unlock the back door to let the cat that I do not have go out. Perhaps I ought to rethink the unlocking the front door until I am at least dressed. I adjusted my robe to ensure I was suitably covered, I may not have been when Simon walked in.

"Hi Bro." I answered.

Simon was wearing a simple button up shirt and a pair of chinos, sliders on his feet. "Bit under dressed for this time of year," I said. There was light snow falling, nothing too dramatic, nothing like the huge snowfall of a couple of weeks ago, but still snow, still wintery, and still fucking cold.

"Warm in the car and warm in here. Not going anywhere else, so, what you see is what you get, it's all I need. Don't want to get too hot and have to start shedding."

He had a point, after all I was only wearing a robe, and would probably have just put some leggings and a top on later, I too wasn't planning on going out.

"Not interrupting anything am I?" He asked, "No lover languishing in your bed sated after a hot night?"

"No, but then you may have just missed them," I answered.

"No footprints in the snow outside," he said.

"Only just started snowing here," I replied. Really, brothers can be just so annoying.

"Boy or girl?" He asked.

"Either, neither, it matters not."

"I shagged our mother last week." Well that was a change of subject.

"Fuck off," I said.

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll bite. How did that happen?" This should be good. I had no plans to tell him I had shagged our Dad last week, that was between me and Dad, no one else needed to know, especially as I had plans for it to happen again. Due to the snow Dad probably wouldn't be going out to play golf today, so, little likelihood of him popping in, his favourite nineteenth hole as he calls me on Golf day.

"I went round, Dad was out playing golf Mum said."

'Was he really?' I mused quietly to myself.

"Mum was pottering in the kitchen, getting lunch ready I suppose, anyway, I went round to pick up my laundry. 'Do you mind if I grab a shower Mum?' I asked her, 'I can put on some of my clean clothes after and leave my dirty one here."

"And what did she say to that? 'Shall I wash your back son?'" I asked

"Don't be daft, she just said yes and to use the ensuite. My clean clothes were on their bed ready, and to just put my soiled clothes in the laundry basket. So, I went up. Sorted out some clean clothes, stripped off and put my dirty clothes in the laundry and ran the shower. Mum and Dad have the best shower, I love the needle setting, it really tickles, you know, down there."

"Oh God Simon I do not need your ablution highlights." But that was interesting, I wondered if Dad had the same experience. I might ask him.

"I was just finishing showering, rinsing off the last suds when Mum walked in."

"What? Was she dressed? Was she going to get into the shower with you?"

"What? God, yes she was dressed. She just walked in, looked at me, I was facing her, she muttered 'sorry', turned around and left the ensuite."

"So, she saw your junk then, presume you were not in the 'attaboy' state after your needle hot ablution." Well, I had to ask.

"Yes and no, sort of half mast so to speak. But yeah, she saw my pride and glory."

God, boys. It is a dick, it is not a pride and glory, it is just a dick. He pisses through it, he wanks it, probably quite often, and he shoves it in a fanny, often poorly with little care of the fanny owner's needs or wants. It is just a dick. I tutted and shook my head.

"Anyway sis, to continue. I finished rinsing and turned the shower off and squeegeed as much of the water of my body as I could and stepped out of the shower. I gave myself a quick rub with the towel to get any dregs of water off and held the towel in front of me and walked not quite naked into our parents' bedroom."

"And?"

"Well I had expected Mum to have gone back downstairs, but no, she was stood in the bedroom."

"Yes, oh stop dragging it out."

"I said, 'if you wanted to see me Mum, all you had to do was ask,' and I looked her in the eyes and dropped my towel. I was stark bollock naked in front of our Mum with a rising dick."

"Rising?" I asked, let him give me all the relevant details.

"Yes, well, as you know, I was sort of half and half before, my dick sort of pointing slightly down. But when I dropped the towel and the fresh air got to me, well, I started pointing more forward and then upwards, you know how it is."

"Well," I answered, "I don't have dick, I keep my interesting parts internally."

"Do you? All of them?"

"Well no, obviously, but most of them. They don't hang off the middle of my body."

"Besides the point. Mum was looking at my dick, watching it grow, get hard, her eyes not blinking. I walked towards her until I was only inches away. I took her hand and put it onto my dick and began to slowly wank myself through her hand, half expecting her to snap out of it and slap me."

"And did she, did she snap out of it?"

"No. I let go of her hand, but she carried on squeezing my dick, moving her hand up and down. I reached behind her and undid the catch on her dress and then lowered the zip, her dress loose around her shoulders. I pushed it of her shoulders, and it fell, catching on her arm that was still holding my dick. Her tits covered in her bra, just a simple white bra, but still enticing none the less."

"What is it with boys and boobs? God's sake Simon."

"I took her hand off my dick and that let her dress fall to the bedroom floor. She was stood in a bra and knickers. I reached behind her and undid her bra, I do need more practice at that, perhaps you can help me out?"

"No."

"Anyway, I undid her bra and pulled it forward and off her, her tits do sag a bit you know."

"God's sake Si, she is old, you know, we had her fiftieth birthday just last year, boobs sag, it is called gravity and age."

"I reached to her waist and put a hand into her knickers at each side and pushed them down, using my foot to push them all the way. She was naked like me. Her eyes still on my dick. I pushed her chest so that she walked back, and again until she hit the bed and fell backwards, legs going everywhere, her gash opening and giving me a flash of pink."

Such a lovely image, thanks Simon.

"Did you know she doesn't shave and her pubes are grey?"

"Yes Simon, I did." And so what? I shave and therefore I have no idea if my pubic hairs are grey, I assume that they wouldn't be.

"Have you any grey hairs?"

"Carry on with your story Simon," I wasn't going to be tricked into answering questions about my pubic region.

"Touchy Sis, touchy. Anyway, Mum was sprawling on the bed. I knelt down between her legs which were still over the edge and I took a deep breath, smelling her fanny and getting a good close look. She smelled, well, not unpleasant, sort of like jasmine, I could not help it, I reached forward and pulled her fanny lips apart, exposing her. Oh goodness, I think I was lost at that moment."

"Why lost, it is just a fanny Si, all us girls have one, they are pretty similar, all with the same components."

"Oh yes, but this was Mum, the giver of my life. And in front of me was where I came from. Her fanny has lots of wobbly bits inside running up and down, and in between, at the bottom, I could see her cunt. Oh God Sarah, I was lost. Her cunt was almost gaping, I could see inside, it was dark, almost black, and moist, God she was wet Sarah, so wet."

"Women do tend to moisten when they are touched down there, it is a biological response, a defence."

"I couldn't help myself I leant forward and I kissed her, sucking her fanny, licking her, tasting her, my fingers at her cunt ready to enter. Mum gasped as my mouth made contact and as she gasped I pushed my two fingers inside her, back where they came from twenty odd years ago."

"And how was that for you, fingering our Mum? Was it different to any other fanny?"

"Oh, she was hot inside, and as my fingers pushed in she squeezed them, squashing them as I tried to move. I found her clitoris," 'clever boy' I thought, "and I clamped it between my teeth, pulling and managing to wiggle my fingers. Mum gasped again. 'Oh God' she said as my fingers crooked inside her, pointing up at where her clitoris would be if it were inside her."

I was, to be honest, getting a little aroused at his description of his doings with our Mum. I could almost feel his fingers inside me, it was just imaginings, but they were powerful, and my fanny was twinging.

"I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and started to finger fuck her, adding a third finger. 'Oh my God' she gasped as my three finger salute hit her. I stopped sucking and pulled away. 'Up on the bed,' I said and Mum scrabbled backwards. I got onto the bed and straddled her, covering her. I lowered myself, my dick pressing against her pubes. I reached down and lined myself up and I pushed."

"You penetrated our Mum," I asked, my fanny pulsing as if a dick were entering it, I was feeling a little breathless.

"Fuck yes, I was inside, my dick slipping into her wet cunt with no resistance. I bottomed out, my balls between her thighs. Mum dug her hands into my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my arse. I began to move, pulling out slowly then pushing back in, it felt abso fucking lootely fantastic. Faster and faster I was fucking her, my stomach slapping against hers, her grunts echoing around the room, the sound of fucking."

"Okay, so you shagged our Mum. Was that it? I suppose that you finished?"

"Oh God, there is more. I could feel my spot deep inside clench up, I could feel my balls twitch, I knew I was close, and I knew I was going to fill her. I think I shouted or screamed, I am not sure, but my dick erupted, spurting, filling her cunt with my spunk, and as I did, Mum's cunt clenched and squeezed my dick and she screamed loud, oh so loud I was afraid the neighbours would come to see if I was murdering her."

"You made Mum orgasm?" I hadn't expected that.

"I lay there for a moment, but my dick wasn't going down, I was still inside her, and still hard. I pulled out and rolled her over and pushed her legs so that she was on her knees. Her cunt was in front of me, open, wide, dark and dripping spunk. Above it was her arse."

"You didn't?"

"I did. My dick was hard and wet and slimy with spunk. I reached forward and wiped some of the spunk from her fanny up to her arse and pushed a finger inside her. She gasped and I think said 'No'."

"She probably did say no."

"I lined my dick up with her arse and pushed, nothing at first, and then there was a sort of pop and my dick went in. God her arse was hot and it was squeezing me, really like a vice on my dick. I pushed more and her arse gave way and I was in. All the way, my balls almost resting on her cunt. Her arse was still squeezing me at her arsehole, but the end of my dick felt like it was in an empty cave. I started to fuck her arse, out, in, out in. Still she squeezed my dick and the pressure was intense. Faster and faster I went, my stomach slapping against her buttocks, Mum gasping as I fucked her."

"Didn't she say anything? She just let you shag her arse?"

"Nothing, although the feelings were so intense, I am not sure I was really listening. Harder I pushed into her, deeper I went, deeper than in her cunt I am sure, still she squeezed me, it was like a really intense wank, my dick was being tightly squashed, but the end of my dick felt like it was in fresh air."

"Hardly fresh," I said, "not in her arse."

"I was going at a fast pace, and I could feel my root righten, that little pain you get before ejaculation, you know?"

"Well, no Simon, I don't have a dick, my body works differently. I have a clitoris and that is the 'root' of my pleasures, not somewhere deep inside me."

He ignored me. "My balls were getting ready and before I could gather my breath, I shot again, my balls emptying a second time this time into her arse. I gasped and gathered my breath and pulled back, my dick sliding from her arse, her arse staying open, a big red hole, the white of my spunk around its edge. Mum slumped down and then rolled onto her back, her eyes boring into mine, her fanny still dripping white, the evidence of our coupling. I was still rock hard."

"Had you taken a Viagra? That is not usual surely? I mean, boys sometimes manage twice in quick succession when they are with me, but then they go soft."

"No, I hadn't. It happens sometimes with me. Anyway, I was still hard and my balls began to ache a little, they had a warmth inside them which was unusual."

"What did you do? Go and have a cold shower?"

"No. I sat and straddled Mum, my balls just above her fanny and I grabbed my dick and I wanked, my eyes locked onto Mum's, my hand pumping my dick, my foreskin sliding over my dickhead, everything covered in my spunk and Mum's juices. Faster and faster I wanked and I erupted again, my spunk splashing Mum's face, her mouth and her nose, and then over her tits, and finally my dick began to soften."

"Jesus Simon."

He began to undo the buttons in his shirt, his chest revealing, tight, not flabby and when he pulled the shirt off, he revealed his ripped abdomen, a good sight. He stood up and walked to me and took my hand, pulling me to my feet.

"Let's go upstairs," he said dragging me behind him, my robe gaping as the belt became undone.

In my bedroom he turned and faced me looking at my exposed boobs and fanny. He undid his belt and pushed his trousers and underpants down, revealing his cock, hard and ready, and smaller than Dad I noticed, smaller, but still a good size.

He pushed my robe from my shoulders till it fell to the floor. He turned me and pushed me onto the bed, I scrabbled back so that I was fully on my bed, no legs dangling onto the floor. Simon got onto the bed and leant between my legs, blowing along the crease of my fanny. And then his tongue touched me and I almost exploded.

His description of shagging our Mum had got me hot, I was primed and ready and when his hot wet and rough tongue slipped between my labia, my body just spasmed with torrents of pleasures. I gasped.

His tongue slipped along my valley floor, the rough front of his tongue pushing my inner labia to one side, me getting a feeling of deliciousness as my labia then wrapped around the smooth backside of his tongue. I felt fingers circling my entrance, seeking my opening, delving, probing, penetrating me, I gasped again.

My buttocks were clenching, my toes were curling and my fingers were digging the mattress as his tongue sought my clitoris. Contact. Loud gasp. Oh goodness, the pleasures were almost overwhelming, I was laying on my back, my brother tend me into a paroxysm of unbridled sexual pleasure, and my brain was remembering our father, our father who had shagged me here a week ago, whose sexual behaviour was more that of a lover than that of a fucker.

Simon began finger shagging, two fingers sliding in and out of my fanny, my fanny squeezing and grabbing at them, his fingers opening and closing inside me, my fanny stretching ready to take him. He held my clitoris between his teeth and gently pulled before sucking my mound into his mouth and wiping his tongue around my clitoris as his fingers eased out of my inside, leaving me feeling cold and empty.

He moved up the bed, covering me, and reached down. I felt his dick slide along my valley and then press at my entrance. My fanny opened like a flower in the morning sun, embracing his warmth and heat. He pushed, my entrance forced aside, my opening passed, and then he was deep inside me, his foreskin unrolling as he pushed his dick dep into my body. I gasped.

His dick felt good, it pushed me apart inside and it pressed at my depth, and I had that wonderful feeling of being full, of being possessed, an alien inside me, an alien giving me untold pleasures.

My pressures grew, building alongside my electrics. Pleasures coursed through my body. I felt like a woman, enjoying the pleasures a man can bestow upon a woman, I lay there as Simon shagged me, my brain remembering Dad from last week. How Dad had penetrated me, how different it had felt, Simon just felt like shagging, Dad felt more like love making.

Slap, the sound echoed around my bedroom, accompanied by my gasps as he filled me, his dick bottoming out inside me, my depth feeling almost bruised, but not quite. Faster he shagged, deeper he pressed, further he pulled out before he pushed back in. My fingers digging into his shoulders, my buttocks splayed open on the bed as my body seemed to be absorbed into my mattress.

"Oh shit," Simon gasped and he went faster and then stopped and pushed in hard and held, gasping and then he grunted loudly and I felt the cool of his sperms as he ejaculated deep inside my fanny. My electrics let go and electric shocks ran through my body, my nerves jingling, my muscles contracting.

My pressures released and I screamed, loudly, into his face as my orgasm erupted, exploding though my body, my body bucking beneath us, Simon crashing down onto my hips as I convulsed before my body went limp, and I relaxed, gulping in air in big gasps.

Simon pulled back, his dick sliding from my fanny, his sperms dripping down between my thighs. He went to grab my legs as if to turn me over.

"No," I said, "I am not Mum, you are not sticking your dick anywhere else.

He rolled to my side and lay beside me, his dick looking a little softer, covered in white smears. I just lay there in the aftermath of an orgasm.

After about ten minutes I had fully recovered and turned to Simon.

"Isn't it laundry collection day for you?" I asked.

After Simon had gone, I remade the bed and showered. In the shower I removed the shower head and pushed the hose gently inside me, washing out all remnants of my brother, it can be unpleasant walking around with spunk oozing from your fanny, something I doubt any man can understand.

I opened the bedroom window the room smelled vaguely of a bordello, not that I was familiar with bordellos, just what I thought that they would smell like. I put on a loose top, some knickers and a skirt. I was dressed; I could now face the day. I made myself a corned beef and tomato sandwich and sat in the lounge, munching at my lunch and scrolling through reels.

My door knocked and opened.

"Are you decent?" Dad asked before stepping in.

"Yes Dad," I answered. "The kettles just boiled, make us mug of tea whilst I finish my lunch."

"Okay sweetheart," Dad said, slipping his shoes off and going through to the kitchen.

"No Golf today Dad?" I asked.

"Well we got nine in, but the snow made spotting the ball too hard so we adjourned to the clubhouse. I decided I could be better off coming to see you."