This is a stand-alone installment in the
Hypersexual Life
series. This series is a collection of scenes of various length sharing a common setting--a world revolving around casual, open sex and sexuality and free-use, where hyper sizes, futas, and more are all commonplace. While the last installment focused on college life, this installment focuses on casually incestuous family life in a world like this.
This installment is almost twice as long as my previous one! I didn't expect to write this much, but kind of got caught up in how many ideas I had once I started. You'll find five scenes in this installment, three longer ones interspaced by two shorter ones. I think this is a useful format for material like this, but I'm really going to have to gauge how long these installments are going to be going forward based on reader interest. So please make some noise in the comments if you like what you read or if you've got any critiques! Hearing your comments and feedback means the most to me, more than views, ratings, and whatever else.
This series depicts unrealistic human bodies, including futas and hyper sizes ranging from the oversized to the downright cartoonish.
This series contains taboo elements that some may find upsetting, potentially including (but not limited to) casual sex, free use, various sexualities and gender pairings, mentions or depictions of incest, polyamory and open relationships, and age gaps with all characters involved being 18+. This installment will heavily feature incest. Reader discretion is advised.
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In a world where 51% of men, women, and futas become hyper around age 18+, society is completely restructured by their sexual and practical needs. In addition to oversized sexual endowments, hypers also have increased libido, fertility, virility, and semen output (in the case of males and futas), and thus their presence warps society. And beyond even that, the presence of hypers in the worldwide gene pool has caused humanity at large to have much larger endowments than the people of our world, even for non-hyper people.
The taboos of open relationships, queerness, polyamory, casual and public sex, nudity, and masturbation, legal age gaps, and even incest and inbreeding -- the risks of which are rendered nonexistent by the quality of hyper reproductive materials -- have never once been part of this society. The world at large is indifferent to the taboo nature of all things sexual; all forms of sex are as casual an act as hugging or shaking hands. To people of our world, this society bears more resemblance to porn and erotica than our own lives.
In a world such as this, family dynamics are often unrecognizable compared to our own expectations. Incest is not only common, but often the norm. Once children turn 18 and enter the adult world, their relationships to family radically transform; parents are often expected to be very hands-on with their children's sexual education once they become of-age, especially among hyper families. Siblings, too, often share very close sexual relationships.
As polyamory is typical in this world, even the structure of some families is incomparable to our world's norm. It is not unusual for a household to be made up of three, four, or five parents all involved with each other in some combination, raising all of their mutual kids. And, speaking of romance, inter-family dynamics don't stop at sex; relationships between relatives occur with signifiant frequency, too. Siblings date siblings, mothers wed sons--even inbreeding, a riskless practice thanks to the hyperfertility of this world, is a regular occurance...
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Marissa Howard let the chill rush of the shower wash over her while her mind wandered. It was Saturday, and she was home from college for the weekend--she went to school only a town over at MUSE, the Midwest University for Sexual Excellence, a cute little private university that she'd been enjoying attending for the past few years. Still, she found her dorm a bit stuffy at times, and even though she appreciated the company of her roommates on the weekends, she made a point to spend a weekend at home at least once or twice a month. She missed her parents. Her brother too, sure, but mostly her parents.
Plus, her home shower was always more refreshing than those at her dormitory. The temperature and water pressure was closer to what she liked, and was always more comforting; that, and she could take long, refreshing showers without worrying about holding up the line, even on weekends. Though, usually when she tried that at school, it just resulted in someone else from her floor winding up under the showerhead with her, getting a little touchy...
Marissa was a futa, and was no stranger to her own allure. Shapely and tall (just over 6'0", even), she'd spent her few years at college drowning in leering, lustful gazes as classmates and professors alike obsessed over her curves and package. She was no full-on hyper, but her 18-inch length and fist-sized balls made a nice bulge in her pants, accompanied on her other end by her large, round butt. More than anything, that was her pride and joy--she worked out and kept it firm and toned, and made sure to keep her butthole well-fucked.
Right now, though, she just enjoyed the water. She ran her fingers through her dense head of long ginger hair, making sure to shampoo herself all the way down to the scalp. When she was done, she let her hands wander downwards, rinsing and washing her long girldick--she predictably got distracted, and spent the next ten minutes stroking herself off. Her own moans and the sound of the cascading shower water deafens her to the outside world, just how she likes it.
Marissa's long shower ends nearly thirty minutes after it started, with her spending the last three minutes shooting a load of cum down the shower drain. Her orgasms are often long, and intense; this is a quick one, for her. When she's finished, she shuts the water off and stands there for a minute, letting herself drip-dry for a bit as she squeezes the last few drops of her load out of her dick.
She pulls the shower curtain open and steps out onto the bathmat, grabbing a towel from a nearby rack and wrapping it around herself, and then taking another and using it to dry her hair off. It's only a few moments later that she realizes the bathroom door is open--she closed it on her way in. She groans, already knowing what she's about to discover. A cockscent hits her nose almost right as she notices the door, too, and it's not her own.
She takes a few wet paces away from the shower, over to the corner where she left some clean clothes to change into earlier--some comfortable jeans and a long-sleeve sweatshirt, casualwear for a day at home. Only when Marissa returns to where she left the outfit folded up for herself, she finds it unwearable: it's absolutely drowned in cum. The folded outfit's position hadn't been messed with at all, it had just been left in place and cummed on. Probably a half-gallon of nutgunk coated it, strong-smelling and still warm.
Marissa can tell whose mess it is by scent alone, but she still squats down to swipe her finger through the glaze and take a taste to confirm her suspicion. She licks a wad of spunk from her finger and swallows it down, groaning as the overly-salty taste makes it clear where the cum came from. She grabs the spunk-drowned pile of clothes and stands back up, groaning. "
Tristan!
" she shouts, "You little shithead!"
Tristan was Marissa's younger brother by a few years, 19 and still living at home. He had elected to stick to community college for a few years instead of enrolling anywhere more serious and remained at home as he did so, taking mostly online classes. The boy had his reasons for it -- he'd never been much of a student or one for school in general, really -- but prime among them was his attachment to his mothers and his... "condition." Tristan was, although of similar non-hyper endowment to his older sister, what their family doctor had called "hyperlibidal." It was a fancy medical way of calling him a total fucking nympho, basically; he had developed a clinically overactive sex drive. It wasn't just that he had overactive cum production, like a typical hyperspermiac, even--no, his balls could be empty as all hell and he'd still be horny. He was always horny. Marissa had seen him hold the same boner for three days, once.
With her cum-drowned outfit in hand and a towel still wrapped around her, Marissa storms out of the bathroom and towards her bedroom. She'd brought a load of laundry with her when she'd come home yesterday afternoon, and had washed and dried it before bed; she had left the clean load of clothes in the laundry hamper she'd brought with her in her bedroom. Now she was going to have to wash this top and these jeans again, and she swore to God...
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Tristan!
