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>> Adrian, Father
"Honey, I'm Home." I announced as I walked into the kitchen from the garage. Buster, our family dog, was the only one at the door to greet me. Not that I was expecting anything different, as this was an everyday occurrence.
"I'm in the office," I finally hear my wife yell out. I drop my briefcase on the kitchen table as I walk through the house to eventually arrive in the office. Stephanie was sitting at the computer, typing away. An avid writer of novels, she always seemed to be thinking of ideas for her books.
I leaned in and kissed her. With our children not around, I quickly gave her breast a squeeze through her blouse.
"Oh, you playful thing you," she said. "You get me started, and I might just be willing to have some fun after the kids go to sleep."
"Where are the kids, anyway?" I asked.
"Upstairs, I guess, doing whatever they do in their rooms," she said while adding a quick motion of her hand before returning it to the keyboard to continue typing.
I gave her another quick kiss before heading upstairs to change out of my shirt and tie. My job paid the bills and then some, so Stephanie could indulge in her writing. Although she had recently received some lucrative checks from her publisher and a small advance on her next book.
As I was taking my tie off while walking up the stairs, I ran into Autumn, our daughter. "Family meeting in the kitchen in ten minutes," I quickly said.
"Oh, dad," she said, "I am heading out to spend the evening with friends."
"Family meeting first," I said. "Also, haven't I mentioned before that I don't like you going out wearing that skimpy of an outfit?"
My daughter was the spitting image of my wife when we first started dating. Long brown hair that just touched her shoulders. Perfect skin, which was required when she always insisted on wearing a halter top that exposed her belly and barely covered her breasts. They appeared to be the same size as my wife's C cups, which were a nice hand full.
Autumn stormed down the stairs but turned and headed for the kitchen. I stepped into the master bedroom and realized that I had a hardon in my pants. I slipped out of my tie, shirt and pants. Finally, time to get comfortable clothes on for an evening with the family. My cock was still hard, but I think I can still stuff it into my shorts and not have it be noticeable.
Before heading back downstairs, I knock on Grant's door and say, "Son, family meeting in the kitchen. Hurry up in there."
I thought to myself that my 19-year-old twins couldn't be any more different. Autumn was super attractive and had more friends than I think she wanted to admit. Grant was not unattractive, but he has always been a quiet person who liked to hang out in his room a lot.
>> Grant, Son
I think my sister is a horny slut. Every weekend she tells our parents that she is going to the mall or hanging out at a girlfriend's house. Autumn may start out at the mall, but she soon meets a new boy to hook up with for the evening. The girlfriends she hangs out with also host orgy parties at their houses when their parents are working late.
She talks on her phone whenever she is in her room. Typically, with a girlfriend about the next party that is being hosted, and which boys are invited. I know she is on birth control, or at least that is what she says on her calls. It's hard to say how many boys, and even girls, she has been with, as I haven't been able to eavesdrop on every conversation.
Eavesdropping on her conversations is easy. The wall between our rooms is quite thin and she talks loud enough so that I can hear everything. I don't know if she knows that I am able to overhear her conversations, but I would assume she does and doesn't care. Even going to the point of making sure that I can hear all the sexy details.
She still talks about the night after her 18th birthday that she lost her virginity. She was invited to an orgy party with five boys and four other girls. She described that the group alternated pleasuring her as the new person. Each of the guys took a turn driving their cock into her pussy, each making sure they made the new gal scream with pleasure.
Once a guy had shot their load, she described that one of the girls would then take his place between her legs. Each time, the girls would work on her pussy until Autumn was cleaned of the previous guy's load and she had an orgasm from the licking she received.
Her stories were totally vivid, and in my mind, I was a fly on the wall watching my sister getting fucked. It became common practice for me to strip naked and start to jerk off on the bed while she recounted her most recent sexual adventures with the person she was talking with on the phone.
This afternoon was no exception, and I had pulled up a porn site on my phone for some visual stimulation to go along with my sister's stories. Today was an image of a random busty brunette that was keeping my cock hard with her curves. Her large breasts simply could not be contained by the tiny top she was wearing.
When things got quiet from my sister's room, I still had my hand around my cock, jerking away to the image on my phone and the thoughts of the party that my sister was heading to. I was close to a release when there was a knock at my door. I hear my father say, "Son, family meeting in the kitchen. Hurry up in there."
Did he know I was jerking off? The way he said "Hurry up in there" made me think he did, but he couldn't know, could he? Of course, at one time, he was also a 19-year-old man, but I think he is older than the internet, so what did he jerk off to back then?
Not wanting to be late arriving at the family meeting. I stopped jerking off and got dressed. I found a pair of shorts that barely covered my still hard cock. I tried to stuff it into my shorts but struggled to tuck it in a way that made it inconspicuous. Maybe it will soften on my way down to the kitchen.
>> Adrian, Father
As I walked down the stairs, Autumn and Stephanie were already sitting at the table. I grabbed my briefcase and pulled out a black box with two words in white block letters that read Hemmschwellen Gesenkt.
"What's this," both ladies asked in almost unison.
I responded, "Not exactly sure."
Grant walks in, "Sorry I'm late," as he sits down next to his sister at the table.
This box was sitting on my desk at work. Not sure who put it there, but my secretary said it was not from her, nor did she know who delivered it. There is a note attached that says, Share this game with your family.
Stephanie speaks up, "Oh, a family game night sounds like fun. We haven't had one of those since Covid kept us cooped up in the house."
Autumn speaks up, "Mom, I've already told the girls that I was going to hang out with them tonight."
"Sorry baby," I said. "Your mothers right, it would be nice to have a relaxing evening as a family."
In a grumpy voice, Autumn huffed, "Fine."
I think we should grab some snacks and move into the living room to start learning how to play this game. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge but watch my daughter lean in and grab a soda. Her halter top pulled slightly away from her body, and I could see the outline of her bra covered breasts in the light from the fridge.
I looked over at my son and realized that he had also seen up his sisters top and it appeared that he was sporting a hard cock in his shorts from what he had seen. I decided to skip telling him that he shouldn't be attracted to his sister, as that would mean that I would also be letting him know that I was finding Autumn attractive as well.
A bag of popcorn had been popped up for us to share, along with other chips and goodies were scattered around the coffee table in the living room. I sat in an oversized chair with Autumn in the other oversized chair next to me. Grant took a place on the couch next to Stephanie.
I opened the box and started reading the English version of the instructions. Hemmschwellen Gesenkt is a German adult game that lowers the inhibition threshold of the players. This game is for exactly 4 people. Place in the middle of the table the stack of cards with 1 on the back. Be sure not to read them before it is time. Do the same for the cards with 2 and 3 on the back.
I look over and Grant is following the directions to place the cards in the middle of the table. He then pulls out of the box a strange looking shot glass and asks, "Does it say what this is for?"
I skip to the part in the instructions about the glass. Each person needs to take a drink from the enclosed shot glass. This magical glass works with any type of liquid, even water, so it is your choice what you fill it with. Just fill it completely full and drink it all.
I continue to read; this game is simple to play. After everyone has had a drink from the shot glass, the oldest person of the group takes the top card from pile 1. Read the card aloud and feel your inhibitions fade away. After reading the card, play continues to the left until your inhibitions are reduced enough that the game is no longer needed to direct your actions.
>> Stephanie, Mother
After running to the kitchen to grab a pitcher of water, I filled up the shot glass and down it in one large gulp. The glass gets passed to Grant who fills it up and tries to drink it in one shot but swallows and finishes it in two. My Husband fills and drinks from the glass before passing it over to Autumn.
"This game sounds stupid," my daughter says. "It's not even a drinking game without alcohol." Despite her judgement of the game, she fills the glass and babies it, taking close to a minute to finish the shot of water off with her petite sips.
I know I am slightly older than Adrian and lean in for the first card. Not exactly sure why, but I fell a warmth coming from between my legs that I only get when my pussy starts to become wet, like it was anticipating getting fucked. I resist the urge to reach a hand between my legs, as that would be inappropriate in front of my children.
