Season's greetings and happy humpdays to all my fellow perverts.
This is an incest story, about a family, but all the characters are twenty-two years old or older!
This is my stocking stuffer gift to you all. It's a story I've written as an homage to those wonderful old erotic novels that many of you remember from the 70's and 80's, which were filled with fucking, and short on character development.
I went all out with the incest in this one, so if the idea of a sister being fucked by her brother isn't for you, please check out some of my other stories.
I wrote this over four mornings, without going back and doing a lot of editing. I wrote it mainly to entertain myself, and I'm sharing it here in the hopes that at least a few of you will enjoy it.
It's not like the stuff I usually write, so if you're new to my stories don't bail on me just because of this one!
As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for safe sex.
I'm submitting this under the 'incest' category, although there are elements of 'first time' throughout.
Featuring:
Gabriella: our first-person narrator, a twenty-two-year-old college student who arrives home on Christmas Eve to visit her family.
Clay: her twenty-four-year-old brother, who is coming home on leave from the Air Force for the holidays.
Danny: her twenty-seven-year-old brother, who has recently moved back home to attend law school.
Mom and Dad: her parents.
As always, I enjoy your comments and private messages here on Literotica.
IsabellaEmily
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Hi! I'm Gabriella, but most people call me Gabby.
I'm headed home from college for the Christmas holiday break.
I pulled into the driveway late in the afternoon, and only my mother's car was in the driveway.
I parked at the edge of the big turnaround, grabbed my backpack and two travel bags, and then headed into the house.
I went in through the backdoor by the kitchen and was greeted by my mom as I came in.
"Gabby!" my mom screamed in delight.
She wiped her hands on a towel as she approached me, and I dropped my bags and gave her a hug.
"So good to see you Mom!" I said with a huge smile.
"It's good to see you too!" she replied, giving me a final squeeze. "I can't wait to spend some time together."
"Me too." I said. "I've missed you."
I looked around the kitchen and that my mom had been dicing onions and peppers, and I could smell tomato sauce.
"Spaghetti?" I asked hopefully.
"What else?" she answered with a laugh. "Our traditional Christmas Eve feast. Both of your brothers will be here tonight, and there's no point in waiting for one of you to start begging before I get busy."
"Beth called me earlier." I said, referring to a friend who tended bar at a restaurant in town. "She and I might get together late tonight for coffee and dessert."
"Sounds fun." Mom said. "Tell her we all said 'hello'."
"I'm glad that Clay could get a pass." I said. "It didn't seem like Christmas last year without him."
"It didn't seem like Thanksgiving last month with both you and Clay gone." She said. "It was just Danny and your father and I."
"It seemed weird to me too." I admitted. "But a chance to have Thanksgiving in New England was too good to pass up."
And the chance to spend time with Clay in a snowy bed and breakfast for a quiet three days was the icing on the cake. Although as far as anyone else in the family knew he'd been unable to get any time away from the Air Force Base.
"So where is everyone?" I asked, hauling the bag that contained all my dirty laundry to the laundry room.
"Your father went to pick up Clay from the airport." She answered, giving her sauce a stir. "They should be here in about two hours. And Danny had a late study group, but he'll be here by the time we eat."
My oldest brother Danny was twenty-seven and in his first year of law school. Like my father he had done four years in the Army and then tackled college.
Clay was only two years older than me, and at twenty-four was in the last year of his enlistment in the Air Force. We hadn't been sure he'd be able to get home for Christmas, but he'd been able to work out a leave at the last minute.
"How's Danny been doing?" I asked.
I talked to my mother and father on the phone often enough, but as far as they knew Danny's hectic schedule kept the two of us playing sporadic phone tag.
The less they knew about the frequency with which we talked, texted, and even saw each other, the better.
"Busy." She told me. "But he's loving every minute of it. He moved into the apartment out over the garage, and lots of time we see his light on and know that he's still up studying when we get up for breakfast."
"Does that mean I'll have the whole second floor to myself?" I asked with a grin.
"Yes it does." She answered with a laugh. "Unless Clay wants to stay in Danny's old room across from yours."
"Nah." I predicted. "He'll want to be up in his old room with his books and movies."
"Are you hungry?" she asked me. "We've still got a couple of hours until dinner."
"You know what I most want?" I asked her. "A hot bath. Not just to get clean. I want to soak in a tub of hot water. I've had nothing but showers since I started classes."
"Go for it." She said. "Everything you need is up there in your bathroom I think, but double check to make sure. Especially for towels. When Danny moved over the garage, he took lots of stuff with him."
"I will." I said. "When I'm done, I'll come down and help you with dinner."
"No need for that." She said. "But when you're done, we'll sit and talk about school. I want all the details."
"All?" I asked with a wink.
"Mostly just the dirty stuff." She said, her face reddening. "You remember our deal."
"I do." I laughed. "And it's still in place."
I grabbed my backpack and remaining bag and carried them up the stairs to the second floor.
When we'd been kids my brothers had shared a room and I'd had the room next door. We'd all shared the bathroom that connected our rooms. The third bedroom had its own bathroom and had been my parents.
When I was in junior high my parents had finished the basement, adding a master bedroom down there complete with huge bathroom and closets for themselves.
Being the only girl allowed me to move into their old room with its private bathroom.
My dad and Danny and Clay had then refinished the attic and added a tiny bathroom up there, and Danny and Clay had literally flipped a coin for it.
Clay ended up on the third floor, Danny stayed in their old room until he left for the Army, and my old room became a home office.
After his discharge Danny had attended college a few hours away, but had been accepted to law school nearby, so he'd moved back into his old room.
Recently though he'd moved into the garage apartment for a bit more privacy.
So I was going to have the whole second floor to myself.
I put my stuff in my room and then started running a hot bath. I checked to make sure there were plenty of towels, and then I lit some candles and turned off the lights.
I turned off the water and then went back into the bedroom, laying out some clothes to wear when I was done, and pulling up some music on my phone.
At the last minute I got a bullet shaped vibrator from the side pocket on my backpack. It was waterproof, and I'd held it against my clit in the shower in my dorm room many times.
After the long drive home, the week of finals I'd just had, and with the erotic tension I was feeling upon my return home, I needed some sexual relief.
I put the tiny vibe on the edge of the tub, made sure the towels were within reach of the tub, and then eased myself into the scalding water one delicious inch at a time.
Once submerged I spent several minutes relaxing in the comfortable tub, breathing deeply with my eyes closed and letting anticipation build within me.
Not just for the orgasm I was about to treat myself to.
But for the orgasms yet to come during this visit home.
You see my family is not ordinary.
I lay in the hot water and thought about what made my family so unique.
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The day before my nineteenth birthday I lost my virginity to my brother Clay. He'd just turned twenty-one a few months earlier, but he was nearly as inexperienced as I was, and we'd always been close.
He wasn't leaving for the Air Force under the best of circumstances, having just flunked out of college, so his last week at home was awkwardly bittersweet.
We'd stayed up late talking his last night at home, watching the stars out of the attic window.
We'd snuggled together under a blanket and talked about old times, and the future. At one point I'd accidently brushed my hand over his erection and realized he was aroused from sitting so close together.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Me too." he mumbled. "I didn't mean to let that happen."
"Can you control it though?" I asked him. "I mean doesn't it get hard on its own?"
"Yeah." He admitted. "It does. I just should have thought about something else."
"What were you thinking about?" I asked, genuinely curious.