Warning: Male-on-Male sex occurs within this work.
The Smithsons were traditionalists to the core.
In St.Vivian, that meant having sex with everyone older than eighteen.
Even on Christmas.
Which is why Ian Smithson was busy lying down soft blankets on the basement floor on Christmas Eve. His niece, Maggie Smithson, hung tapestries alongside with him.
She was a Smithson through and through though it was a question of whether it was once or twice over. Her itty-bitty waist, wild dark hair, and rosy pink cheeks spoke to the Smithson family line but her somewhat flat chest was from elsewhere. That didn't mean she was her mother's husband's child either. Fay had a well-deserved popularity on the island. A popularity she worked really really hard to keep. Ian cock hardened at the thought of Fay's beautiful long legs spreading open.
"Uncle Ian, I'm done!" yelled Maggie.
"Good job." He lightly kissed her on her soft plump lips. "Go tell your Granny we're ready for everyone." Ian watched her bounce up the stairs before he laid the final blanket. The two fluorescent lights made the swaddled room seem womb-like. It made him remember the first time he braved the trip down here. He had only accepted the St. Vivian tradition three days before with an explosive orgasm inside his father's ass. By night's end he'd cum in, cum on, or cum inside almost every adult member in his family.
Hearing the excited chatters coming down the stairs ignited deep anticipation within him. His mother formed the vanguard to the line entering the basement. Despite being sixty-five, she remained the most beautiful woman in the family. Her breasts were twice Maggie's size at DD's but just as perky. Crimson red lipstick provided a nice contrast to her pale blemishless skin. Ian watched the way she swung her thick behind, imagining how nice it felt when he fucked her.
Maggie, her mother, her father, and her grandfather were the next to enter the the clothed room. Fay was closer in resemblance to their father than to her daughter. She was round in places where Smithsons were usually bony except for the Smithson's waist. A reindeer decorated headband pinned her wavy brown hair to a nice bun that she had to realize wouldn't last the night. Their father was already eyeing the damn thing.
Fay maneuvered her family to the nearest corner which was easy since her husband was half her size. He bumped against his daughter, grinding his crotch into her bum, before he moved aside to adjust his jeans. The loose material couldn't hide the massiveness of his cock. Ian ignored the wink the man sent his way to watch the last two families arrive.
The twins wore the exact same features-wise except Beck rocked a dragon tattoo on his left arm. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Eight inch dicks. Beck's girls, also twins, were swarthy tall versions of him. They rivalled their grandmother in cleavage whereas their mother was quite average chest wise. Lydia's fuck-me green eyes were trait her daughters would have traded their substantial boobage for.
Cal stuck his hands down Ruth's short miniskirt while teasing a kiss from her twin. His wife, Xiang, kissed both her husband's twin and her sister-in-law.
Their mother's irritated harrumph stopped them from going any farther. "I am certain you can wait five minutes till we've finished our prayer."
"Sorry mom." Cal joined his wife at the corner nearest Fay.
"Let us thank St. Vivian for everyone's safe arrival. Thank her for guiding Margaret and Xiang to embrace the Tradition. Ask that she continue her blessing upon this family into the New Year. May the Tradition continue to the next year. Amen."
"Amen," they repeated.
"Oh, wait." Cal disappeared back up the stairs and returned carrying a large satin bag. Emptying it in the middle of the floor revealed its contents to be lube, sex toys, and various bottles.
"You're always forgetting something," said Beck.
"No, I don't."
His mother began to unbutton her shirt. "Boys, if you don't start arguing I'm going to send you to bed like your still babies. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Ian swallowed a giggle at the mullish looks on his younger brothers' faces.
Maggie's father was the first to get undressed. He was surprisingly fit for his skinny frame, taut muscles covering his lithe limbs. They encircled his daughter's waist as he pinned her to the wall and kissed her. Fay helped remove Maggie's leggings while she fingered the girl's pussy through her underwear. Ian was so busy enjoying the scene that he failed to notice Lydia coming to his crotch until he felt her hot breath on his underwear.
She held a bottle of maple syrup which she dribbled over his cock. Her beautiful eyes caused all his blood to rush to its throbbing head. Ian had to imagine other things to not blow his load the moment she wrapped her lips around him.
The warm wet cave of her mouth was an amazing sensation on his inflamed cock skin. Every bob of her mouth pushed him closer and closer to an explosive an orgasm. His father beat him to being the first man to cum tonight.
His low-hanging balls smacked his granddaughter's wet pussy while he slammed his cock inside her lubed asshole. She was on her hands and knees, kissing her Aunt Xiang who was also being assfucked but by Quinn. Ruth's twin thrusted the dildo inside her Aunt like her life depended on it. Her lusty cries matching her grandfather's.
Ruth broke away from her Aunt as her asshole became filled with her grandfather's cum. The old man rolled to the side, sticking a finger into her cunt, then kissed her bum. Ruth quaked through her own climax whilst her Aunt nibbled her bottom lip. She collapsed onto her grandfather, lovely breasts heaving.
Seeing her so well-fucked pushed Ian past the edge of no return. Lydia drained his balls to what Ian thought was their very last drop. Not a single droplet escaped her lips. She laid back, spreading her own legs in invitation.
Ian caught the twins spit-roasting their mother out the corner of his eye as he dropped down to devour Lydia's waiting cunt. Cal speckled little kisses on their mother's back during his deepest thrusts. Beck didn't touch their mother at all except to force his balls into her mouth from time to time.
A rich musky scent hit Ian the nearer he came towards the exposed vagina. Slippery juices slicked his tongue, the light hair on the lips tickling his cheeks, Lydia's clit becoming quite engorged underneath his tongue's ministrations. Ian invaded her inner depths to his sister-in-laws shivering delight. Her moans joined the chorus which filled the room with sound. He nibbled the labia on his way up to capture the clit fully in his mouth. Six quick swirls showered his face in fluid as cunt gushed. Ian continued to tongue-fuck her till she pulled his head towards her for a kiss.
Lydia allowed him to rest his head on her breasts for they were both in desperate need for a break. This gave Ian the perfect view to see Maggie receive her first load for the night. Fay's husband was taking her like a back alley whore, standing up doggy-style. He hadn't even bothered to remove her frilly patterned underwear. A slim teardown the middle hid everything but the slightest sight of her cunt.
The penis disappeared and reappeared, gleaming wet, almost magically. Precum added a foamy consistency to the juices coating the man's veiny cock.
"Daddy. Daddy. Harder!" she cried.
Fay's husband yanked her head backwards to steal a kiss while he buried his cock to the hilt inside her teenage cunt. Cum dripped down her torn panties to stain the blankets below. They sunk cuddling to the floor.
Ian wondered where his older sister was then spotted her lying beneath their mother. She seemed to be slurping Cal and Beck's cum if the whiteness of the goo on flowing down her cheekbones was anything to go by. Her bun was ruined as Ian had predicted earlier, her wavy hair fanned around her head on the blanketed floor.
Ruth was now suckling her grandmother's tits and fingering too. She was also fingering her Aunt Fay. Her slim fingers dug deep into the two women, her eyes never straying from Ian's mother's face. It was hard not to laugh at how hard Ruth tried to feed more and more breast into her mouth. The girl's cheeks ballooned to ridiculous proportions before the spittle stained boob slipped back out.
He felt a hand brushing his hair as Ruth's fingers brought Fay to a squirting orgasm. Ian lifted his head to meet Lydia's eyes.
"Do me."
She didn't have to ask twice.
He planted his hands on either side of her head whilst he brought his cock to her tight entrance. The warm silkiness was a thousand times above the sensation her mouth had given him. Ian reared back to thrust in deeper and looked up to see his father sandwiched between his other children.
