This contains some similar elements from my other story but it is very different. I got a little lazy on a few parts but I hope you enjoy most of it. Let me know if you do.
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My family had always been very progressive. Being a fairly small group we remained close even through the adolescent years of my sister and I.
My parents, Anthony and Sarah, are later baby boomers who held on to the 60s and 70s just little too long, typical aging hippies. They have decent careers but their ideals of peace of free love dominated our house and really defined our upbringing. As I grew up I became a fairly normal guy. I played sports on and off throughout high school. I wasn't a jock but I stayed fit. Not being bad looking either I did alright with girls. I was 5'11" and still strong from years of light weight training. My parent's Greek blood gave me dark hair, dark eyes, a handsome face, and smooth olive skin. The play I got when I was younger seemed to taper off as I entered college, probably because I started looking for longer term relationship prospects and not just a few weeks of lust and empty conversations.
Even though I wasn't seeing girls as regularly as I did the loneliness didn't hit me too hard since I was living at my parent's house to save money. At least until I found a place near campus and a roommate.
I didn't mind it at all. It was my first year and the transition to college was very stressful so it was nice to have someone at home all the time to hang out with. My sister Alicia was my go to person whenever I was having trouble with something. She had graduated high school early and was just sort of lazing about the house while she worked part time at a nearby supermarket. So she was almost always home. Being our parents only children in a tight knit family we had always been very close. I had talked her through a really rough break up the previous summer when she caught her boyfriend cheating. That experience really cemented our relationship, especially in her eyes.
My little sister Alicia was one of those special people who looked absolutely stunning no matter what. Even after working all afternoon in the most unflattering store uniform she would still turn heads on her walk home.
My parent's genes really went to work on her. She was as close as you could get to a Greek goddess in suburban America. Her curly black hair surrounded an impossibly cute face. Her hourglass figure was supplemented by just a little bit of padding in the all the right places, accentuating her curves, especially in her favorite hip hugger jeans. Her breasts were perky and often on display to the public when she wore one of her very thin white tank tops. They were decent c-cups and just like every inch of her they were a beautiful olive tone which was brought out even more by her dark hair and eyes. She was a gem, taking her in all at once would make most men ache.
Her beauty was painfully obvious to me especially, it always had been. Even though I was her brother I was also a nineteen year old guy. In my eyes she was both my sister and a woman that I could sexually desire just as I could any woman I saw on the street. To be honest though it was my mother who first sparked my interest at a young age. A real Greek beauty herself I had always appreciated her body. Both women were ever present in my fantasies when I masturbated. However, it was my sister who I agonizingly lusted after. Maybe it was just because we were so close in age and she was always flirty. I guess she just seemed more attainable to me.
My desire for my family members had never been a problem for me though. Aside from jerking off every once and a while I thought about them I really didn't see it as an issue. In my mind it seemed fairly normal. They were beautiful and I was male. Our family's natural outlook on life and human sexually only helped me justify my feelings to myself.
Our open sexuality was very helpful and healthy especially during our awkward teen years. Being able to talk honestly to my parents and sister about sex really helped me out a lot. The view my family took really removed the embarrassment that is usually associated with being caught masturbating or seeing each other naked, which happened quite often living in a house as small as ours.
My sister and I had always shared a room and so we were very comfortable with one another. At night during the unbearably hot summers my sister and I would sleep naked to stay cool. We would usually stay nude during long summer days and lounge in front of the sole house air conditioner in the window of our room, playing cards or just talking.
Being in an enclosed space with my sister as our hormones raged meant that masturbation was never a taboo act or an embarrassing subject of conversation. Usually we both got ourselves off at night, sometimes with the lights on. We pretended we weren't eying each other but it was obvious that the sights, sounds, and smells of one another were the material we were both using.
Our parents interrupted our solo sessions on a few occasions but after the passing of the culturally instilled awkwardness they let us know that they didn't object to it. We weren't touching each other and it was a natural act. Our parents had always encouraged us to explore our bodies and our sexuality in any way we saw fit. This was just part of that exploration in their eyes.
Really being open with one another made life really fantastic, we were genuinely comfortable in our house as a family. Most family nights we would lounge in our underwear while we talked or watched movies. My mother and sister in their intimates and my father and I in our boxers. It was obvious that everyone enjoyed the freedom as erections and stiff nipples were often the subject of some lighthearted teasing.
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As my sister came of age my parents really began to change the way the house was run. Even though we had always been sexually free my parents seemed to think that everyone was ready to open up even more as we were all adults now. My mother and father had never hidden their sex life from us as we grew up but now they seemed ready to fully expose us to it. Before, we could always hear them. My sister even walked in on them having sex in the shower but usually their lovemaking was a closed door affair.
However, almost as soon as we were home from my sisters birthday dinner they walked into their room and started getting at it, leaving the door wide open.
I probably would not have even noticed but as I was walking to my room to toss my jacket on my bed I glanced down the hall and was treated to a full view of my mother's naked ass. She was on her knees in front of the bed while my father sat on the edge with his head tilted back. She had the head of his cock secured firmly between her lips while her right hand massaged his balls. I watched for a minute or two until I caught myself breathing heavily. I didn't want to interrupt.
Shifting my weight a little one of the floorboards underneath the carpet creaked slightly. My mothers hand moved to my fathers cock as she began to slowly stroke him. She turned around to look for the sound and spotted me. I froze momentarily but I'm not really sure why. I had no reason to be embarrassed.
We had talked about sex constantly, she had seen me masturbate, I had seen her naked quite a few times, and she had always taught me that sex was an expression of love not something evil we had to be ashamed of. She smiled after looking me up and down. Then kissed her lips at me and turned back to the wet erect cock that was begging to be sucked.
I turned away and walked back to the kitchen where Alicia was bent over. Trying to reach the coke at the back of the fridge. I was already hot from watching my mother so I couldn't help but stare at my sister's ass. She was wearing a white skirt and a black tank top. The fabric from her skirt stretched thin over her soft cheeks, outlining her panties perfectly for me to see. I stopped gawking just as she turned around.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked me.
"Nothing, I'm fine" I said as I moved towards her.
My semi-hard cock was beginning to bulge in my jeans.
I took Alicia's face in my hands and leaned in, planting a friendly kiss on her forehead.
"Happy birthday sis".