Thanks for all the feedback and comments. This is the third installment of my story about my involvement with the incestuous siblings although this particular chapter only involves one of the girls.
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
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Another night of thinking about the experiences I had with Misty and her family. It was so hard to sleep, but I finally was able to turn my mind off and get some rest.
I awoke the next morning fairly early. Breakfast, chores, and then a shower. By two in the afternoon, I was ready to head down to see Misty so I jumped on the bicycle and started pedaling.
When I got to the house, I parked the bike and went to the door. After knocking a couple times, Mandy finally appeared. She was wearing an old white tank top that was fairly sheer and did little to hide her gorgeous breasts. Short cut-off denim jeans highlighted her beautiful legs.
"Hey Brian," she greeted me.
"Afternoon Mandy," I asked, "Is Misty here?"
"Sorry, she isn't. Dad and Mom took her and Jack to see the grandparents for a couple days. Eric and Pete went to a friend's house and won't be back for a while."
I'm sure my face was colored with the disappointment I felt. I looked down and away before responding.
"Let her know I was here," I managed to mumble.
"You don't have to go. I'm here by myself and I could use some company for a while," she attempted to console me. "Plus, we need to talk a bit anyway."
"Talk?" I said aloud, "About what?"
"Come on in," she motioned as she spoke.
I moved through the door with my hands halfway in the pockets of my shorts and just stood. Mandy closed the door behind me and locked it.
"Drink?" she offered.
"Sure, why not?"
She grabbed a Tupperware pitcher from the refrigerator and a couple glasses and made her way to the basement stairway.
"Are you coming?" she poked.
"Ah, yeah. Sorry was just in a daze I guess."
She turned and headed down the steps and I was only a step or two behind her following her into the family room we were in yesterday.
She offered me a glass, then poured it pretty full then repeated with her own. She sat the pitcher down on the end table near the door and then turned on the television. Not sure even what was playing. It was more noise than anything.
"Come on over here and let's sit," she insisted.
She sat on the sofa with one leg bent underneath her and I set a couple feet away with my legs straight out. Taking a drink while she did, I put my glass on the corner end table.
"So what did we need to talk about?" I said with a bit of trepidation in my voice.
"Well, about the sex and all," she started. "You won't find a lot of families like ours. I mean families that play together the way we do."
"You mean the incest?" I said catching her slightly off-guard by the word.
"Well, yeah if you have to use a word," she responded bending her head down a little as if she was ashamed. "I guess that will work."
"Don't worry," I tried to assure her, "I won't say anything to anyone."
"Well that's good," she added, "But it is really more than that."
"More?"
"Yeah. We may fuck each other, but that it's just that...fucking. We love each other and all. And we hope to always have each other to have sex with if we need it, but it really isn't us loving each other to the point of not wanting our own boyfriends and girlfriends or even husbands and wives."
I sat listening to her and turned a bit on the sofa pulling one leg up slightly onto the sofa. My mind was processing her words and the almost pain mixed with happiness that she inflected in them.
"And it is really even more than that," she continued. "Y'all went swimming the other day and ended up having fun afterwards."
"Yeah," I said with some enthusiasm, "I'll remember that day forever as the day I lost my virginity."
She chuckled a bit and reached out and tapped my leg as part of her laughter.
"Well that wasn't by chance Brian," she continued. "Misty chose you the first day you came down and helped us move in the house. She liked your smile and the fact you offered to help us unload that huge moving truck."
"I never mind helping. I mean I know you are a big family and all, but my thinking is you can never have enough hands. Plus I was just happy there were gonna be kids my age here this summer."
"Oh we were definitely thankful, but like I said, that was the day Misty chose you."
I think I began blushing a little as I felt kind of warm so I reached over for my glass and took a little drink of the cold liquid.
"Every time you came down after that first day, she tried to figure out how to introduce you to our family fun. And almost every day, after you left she was so wet and horny from the thinking that she was nearly on one of her brothers the moment you were out of sight."
Now I knew I was blushing. To think of that goddess wanting me enough that she got wet was flattering to say the least. I have some serious self-esteem issues just because I had a father who spent more time tearing me down than he did recognizing the decent young man I chose to be.
"You are seriously a good guy. Yesterday, I told you to 'make love' to Misty. Eric, Pete and I all thought you would just fuck her hard and be done. Jack was the only one that thought differently and he won. Er, well, you won."
"I won?" I said with a raised brow.
"You see Brian," she started explaining, "What happened swimming and what happened yesterday were all part of a test."
"A test?" I interrupted.
