This is a work of fiction. While some aspects of this may be taken from my personal life, and I may wish that some of this actually took place, this is purely fantasy. This story contains voyeurism, incest, bisexuality, and a lack of consent and may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are over the age of 18.
This is also the first story I have ever written and being the first story there is a lot of background I need to cover so it may not start off with a bang, but I promise it will get there. I hope you enjoy it and I welcome your feedback.
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My name is Jay. It's hard to believe that it was almost 15 years ago that I moved to the Twin Cities from my small hometown. I was a young man, 18 years old, and I had just graduated high school a few months prior and I moved to the city for my first year of college. While I didn't know many people in the city, I was lucky that over the summer my Aunt and Uncle had moved there from out of state. I was mostly excited that I had my 4 cousins living in the same place I lived and it was great because we were a close knit family growing up and I knew I had a place where I could relax, unwind, and have some great, home cooked, family dinners. Kurt, the oldest of my four cousins, was about 6 months older than me; Joseph, who just so happened to be my "best friend cousin" was a year younger than me; James was 4 years younger than me; and Marie, the youngest member of the family, was 6 years my junior.
Moving to residence was something I was happy about, getting to live on my own for the first time was exciting. Unlike what I had been used to seeing in movies, my college didn't have a cafeteria, but we had small apartments that we lived in, with 2 bedrooms, a small fully functional kitchen, and a bathroom. Being an 18-year-old living on my own my cooking skills were somewhat lacking, usually consisting of mac n cheese or eggs and toast, so I was very grateful that my aunt and uncle invited me to a home cooked family dinner every Sunday. This was my favourite day of the week, a chance to get out of my small apartment and enjoy playing video games or watching movies with my cousins. I would usually head down to their place early in the afternoon and wouldn't go home until the Simpson's and Family Guy were through.
My aunt and uncle were church going folk and that generally meant that by mid afternoon, while watching a movie, a couple of my cousins would be napping. Their basement had a big 60-inch TV, a large L shaped sectional sofa, and a few bean-bag chairs strewn about and because there were usually 5 of us, my four cousins and myself, sometimes we would need to get a bit cozy. Sometimes one, or all, of us would nap as well. There were times where I would wake up and Joseph's legs would be over my knees or James would be kicking me in his sleep and waking me up or Marie would be pushing me off the couch. It was nothing out of the ordinary, in those wonderful moments I was just another sibling in the household.
As the years rolled on this Sunday tradition began to slow down and by the time I was in my fourth year at college this weekly event had turned into something that only came around every couple of months. By then Marie stopped hanging out with us boys; she was growing up and didn't always want to watch Star Wars or Tarantino movies with her brothers and her cousin. In my third year at college I had started dating a wonderful girl and I focused more and more time on her, on my part time job, and on my studies, so it just wasn't possible to spend as much time with my family.
As my fourth year of school wrapped up my Aunt and Uncle decided to throw me a graduation dinner at their place. By that time, I was 22 years old, engaged to my beautiful fiancé, about to move out of residence and into our new place, and about to move up from a part time sales rep into a full time sales manager. Life was good, what can I say! There we were, my fiancé Dani and I, along with my Aunt and Uncle and my cousin James. Kurt had moved away a few years prior to attend university in New Jersey and wasn't able to make it as he was busy with his own finals; Joseph, who worked in the Gulf of Mexico on an off-shore rig, was on his three week rotation, but I knew that when he came back the next week we would celebrate with some beers and a few games of pool; and Marie, who was only 16 at the time and still lived at home, was at work. When we had finished dinner My Aunt and Uncle went to watch some TV in the basement while James, Dani, and I started playing some cards. We were in the middle of a rousing game of 31 when Marie arrived at home. She worked as a hostess/expediter at one of those "trendy" chain restaurants and came in looking tired and slightly disheveled. She gave us some hugs, grabbed a soda from the fridge, and joined us at the table. She explained that there had been two party reservations that day and the place was bumping from the moment she arrived until the moment she left. When our hand ended, we dealt Marie in, and the four of us played cards for another hour or so before Dani and I had to take off. We spent that hour laughing and joking around and having a great time.
Oh, how the times change.
Dani and I got married late in August about 4 months after I graduated. She was a year younger than me and was about to start her fourth year of university and I had been working full-time now and we lived in a small 1-bedroom basement suite in the suburbs. Dani's twin sister Jessie dropped a bomb on us asking if she could crash on our couch for a few months while she trained for a new job. Being super close with her sister, Dani was ecstatic, I, on the other hand, loved my privacy and my space and was not looking forward having to share our one bedroom one-bathroom suite with my new sister-in-law. Don't get me wrong, I was, always had been, and still am an extremely horny motherfucker; I needed to cum at least twice a day whether it was with Dani or with myself, so the thought of having two attractive women living in my place did cross my mind many times. Although I knew there would be nothing like "that" happening in my house, you see, Dani and I had a very vanilla sex life - at the time I was under the illusion that it was an incredible sex life, but Dani and I were each other's firsts our standard make-out/heavy petting to missionary sex started getting fairly boring after a while. We spiced things up with a blowjob here and there, I went down on her quite a bit, and sometimes I would maybe get a finger in her asshole if she was horny enough, but that was it.
A month went by and our "newlywed bliss" quickly turned into boring and routine. (I know what you're thinking: you married this girl at 22 after only knowing her for just under two years?!? Yeah - looking back on it now it was a rookie mistake on my part. But at the time I was in love, plus she was willing to touch my penis!) Dani and Jessie also took control of our whole living situation. Being in such a small place I didn't have much of a choice, I had to watch what they wanted, ate what they wanted, and do whatever it was that they wanted. On the flip-side, however, this is also the time that my horny-ness started to really take over my brain. I mean come on - I had two sexy twins living in my house and my mind often went wild with fantasies of seeing my sister-in-law naked, or her coming on to me, or all three of us fucking. I am not dumb though - they were identical twins who dressed similar, looked similar, and had the exact same face and body - so the reality is that they probably looked the exact same when they were naked too. But that didn't stop me from having a deep desire to "accidentally" catch a glimpse of Jessie changing or getting out of the shower.
Jessie stayed with us for a couple of months and when her training was complete, she moved back home with her parents in Rapid City, a short 8 hour drive from Minneapolis. During her stay I didn't manage to see Jessie in the nude but I did catch the rare glimpse of her thong underwear showing as she bent over or the top of her tits and her bra as she leaned over but that was it and before I got the chance for more she was gone.
Dani and I didn't last much longer. We had definitely grown apart. The biggest reason, for me at least, was our sex life... whatever she gave me just wasn't enough to satiate the hunger i had to explore my desires and I began to imagine a life without her. We separated the following spring and the divorce was finalized a few days after what would have been our first anniversary.
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In my mind, being single was the opportunity I needed. I could now fuck my way through the next few years and live out all my deepest fantasies (because it's that easy ;)). I didn't realize that it was harder to meet women than I thought. I didn't like going out to bars and clubs all that much, and this was only when the smartphone was in its infancy, so I didn't have tinder or whatever else the kids are using these days. I entered a nice long dry spell, just hoping to have a chance at sinking my cock into a tight, wet pussy but the opportunities didn't present themselves all too often. I wasn't an unattractive dude, I have been told I am very handsome, in fact, but I was overweight, so women didn't flock my way, especially when I was out with my roommate, and best friend, John. John was over 6 feet tall, and a solid, cut, 200 pounds. He could grow a thick beard in his teen years and used well-groomed facial hair to his advantage, before it became a hipster trend, and was covered in tattoos.
He had good style and composed himself well, so he was no stranger to having two or three girls on the hook at a time. For the most part John and I would hang out at home and crush beers after a long day of work and when we did go out, going out with him was great because girls would always be around us - although I know they could smell my desperation. I was a 24-year-old, recently divorced, chubby dude with glasses and a teenager's sense of style - wearing nothing but hoodies and blue jeans. At the time I was 5 foot 11 and almost 275 pounds and was packing a perfectly average, 5-inch cock that when flaccid would sometimes hide behind my fat pad and pubic hair (I'm a fucking grower all right!). Needless to say what I lacked in charisma I made up for in low self-esteem and self-doubt.
John, being my best friend, had been invited to many family dinners at my Aunt and Uncles and had met my cousin Marie a few times. Marie had recently turned 18 and graduated high school and you could tell that she had a crush on John. It's funny to look back at it now, to think of just how much John and Marie flirted every time we were at their place. I'm not sure when it happened exactly, sometime in the fall when Marie was in her first year of university, but John and Marie had started texting. He got her number from me, but I never expected them to chat as often as they did, and I guess she had developed quite the serious crush on John because one night when I got home from work Marie and John were in the kitchen making dinner us a nice dinner. John and I were, and always will be, great friends and we shared everything with each other. He always told me how hot my little cousin was, and I was afraid to admit it was true. I mean, don't get me wrong objectively I knew she had grown up into a beautiful woman, but it was hard for me to admit that she was "hot".
Over the next few months Marie would come over every couple of weeks and hang out. We'd watch movies together, or cook some food, or play some games, but John and Marie never took things to a sexual level. I knew John was kind of a dick to a lot of the women in his life, but I also knew that Marie was very smart and understood that that was his thing and that was one of the reasons she liked him so much.
