Hi - I'm back!
I'm Mike -- 6'2" -- 170 pounds -- 18 year old last summer. Light brown hair, blue eyes, moustache. I'm a fitness instructor, so I have to look and act the part. Once a loner, now a sex magnet, it seems! Lost half my little willie when I was 6 and had a donor organ grafted in place of mine last year. It's complete with a micro-computer in a sack to resemble a testicle and there are multiple electrodes from it to various parts of my genitals. Hence a bionic cock -- complete with remote control!
Mum is adorable. Angela -- Angie usually or Angel, as my dad calls her. She's 37 this year. 'Come-to-bed' eyes, 36D tits with nipples to die for, lovely hips, curvy bum and long slim legs. Had me at 19 but my sister was born when mum was only 16.
Dad -- Dave -- very much the same build as me -- same hair, eyes and moustache too. Very fit through healthy living and eating. GSOH as the adverts say. He's a Sales Director and away from home too much.
Sis -- Sharon -- very edible!! Busty like mum but slimmer. Blue eyes like dad and me. 5'6" with never-ending legs. Three years older than me. Graphic designer by trade. Own home and car -- very good catch for someone one day.
It was only going to be a simple birthday party and mum had considered saving her celebration for her 40th birthday in a few years time -- but then, once she'd started the ball rolling, she decided that she might just as well get on with it and have a good time. Perhaps the fact that dad would be with us helped sway her -- she obviously wanted him to be with her for her birthday -- and her daughter was also with us this year as she was having work done at her place. So it meant that the whole family was 'at home' this year -- what better excuse for a good party.
However, mum was intending to be sensible and not invite all and sundry. It always seems that once you gather enough far-flung relatives and friends together then someone will always spoil things by getting totally pissed or by starting a fight, or both. So, better to stick to family and firm friends, she thought.
The real problem was, in mum's mind; would it matter if Paul, my computer expert, didn't have a 'partner' -- if he was the odd man out, so to speak. But then she reasoned that since he was coming in a dual role -- as a friend and as my computer specialist, he'd count twice! So that was that.
Sandy and Clive had decided that they weren't going to get hitched this year -- that they'd leave it for now, so they were very happy to accept the invite.
And mum had persuaded her sister Carol to stay with us for a few days, along with her son Carl, although no-one yet knew where they'd sleep. We've got some blow-up mattresses and a fold-up bed, so they'd manage somehow.....
Carol had been divorced for some years now and she and Carl lived together in peace -- Carol busy with a home industry making and selling specialist cakes and Carl, who'd finished school and then gone to work, was a graphic designer.
Only nine people, but that's quite a crowd in a normal house like ours, especially as the party was anticipated to extend even into a two day event, it was thought. Stamina would tell -- although those who partook heavily of dad's wine would likely as not soon run out of steam!
At least the weather for the next few days was forecast to be pretty reasonable -- mainly sunny with a high of 26C but a chance of thunderstorms in the late afternoons. Oh well, we'd be partying indoors by then, we all reckoned.
For the week beforehand, mum was a blur of action and I have to say that we were all very impressed as she did her own decorations, although dad did order in some lovely flower arrangements which made mum glow with happiness. The front door seemed to be forever opening to delivery men -- although mum kept everything to herself and wouldn't let any of us get involved. Having said that, she was forever ordering us to move furniture, remove ornaments, clean and polish everything, set up a selection of CDs, load up the booze cupboard, etc, etc.
A day before the party and everything seemed to be under control. Breakfast had been consumed and the house was awakening. Mum's sister and her son were due later on and all the food, booze and decorations had been supplied, checked or fitted up and an air of calm was all around, except when mum zoomed through -- throwing orders left and right -- so I'd tried to make myself small in an alcove off the lounge.
'A good time's going to be had by all', I mused as I relaxed with a cuppa in my quiet corner -- and then something clicked -- 'Oh god -- where did I hear that before?'
I had to think back -- 'Oh shit, dad said that.....about ME! "You're going to be the original good time that was had by all," he'd said. Oh fuckin' hell, this party is also about my cock -- not just mum's birthday!'
'Shit -- no wanking today then -- better keep well topped up!' I thought to myself as I began to wonder how I'd achieve that.
Needless to say, thinking about sex of any kind made me begin to feel a bit horny and as I sat there in my peaceful corner, I gently stroked my hand over my now slightly aroused penis and remembered some of the fantastic sex I'd had recently with my family and with Paul.
'Could do with one right now actually,' I thought as my stroking became a bit more active and my penis stiffened further. I could now feel the shape of my helmet under my fingers and I tried to tease my foreskin back. But with my cock inside my trousers it wasn't at all easy, although pushing forward with my hips did seem to help make it slide back a bit and it wasn't long before I was getting well into it.
I'd slumped right down in my chair with my hand over my groin, when I spotted, out of the corner of my eye, some movement and a moment later a nubile-looking female creature bounced over me and landed with a flurry of skirts right on top of my hand and my penis. Because I was slumped down, Sharon had been able to land on my thighs, facing me.
"Uuuuuuufff!" I grunted, as she blew the air out of me, "Get off, you fucking idiot!"
"Up yours too!" said my sister Sharon, making no effort to move. Instead she now leaned forward and kissed me. Socially, I returned her kisses and we made out for a little while as we showed that we still loved each other.
I moved my hand out from under her, finding as I did so, that her knickers felt decidedly damp. Sharon squirmed on me as my hand moved across her lower body.
"Hello bruv. What you up to then?" she asked, looking down at the bulge that my still excited penis was making.
"Nothing," I said, "just sitting here thinking about the party."
"Likely story!" she replied, "You were playing with yourself, weren't you?"
"Oh shut up -- I'm not sex mad like you!" I said.
"Hah -- ME sex mad and you're not? You who fucked mum, dad, Paul and me.....and you're not sex mad?"
"Can't help it," I said, more or less admitting to the fact, "when you get a new sex toy, don't you always want to play with it?" I was referring to the fact that my grafted-on 'new' penis had only fairly recently become fully activated. For much of my youth I'd been 'incomplete' -- now, thanks to Paul's brilliant computer, my penis could perform even better than I could have hoped for.
Sharon just grinned and squirmed around on top of me, rubbing her nether region against mine.
"Yes -- definitely and completely true!" she said, "and you've become my new toy, you and your lovely computer controlled monster!"
Her squirming intensified, making my cock harder against the lower part of her pussy.
"Oooooooh yes, something's happening! That feels good down there," said Sharon with her hand on my erection, "fancy a bit of afternoon delight?"
"Can't," I said, "I was thinking back to what dad said, that the party's partially about my cock as well as mum's birthday, so I'm not going to wank or fuck until then, 'cos it sounds as if I'll be rather busy."
"You what?" said Sharon, raising her eyebrows, "you're joking! You couldn't do without at least a wank for hours, never mind a day! Come on -- I need something and you're sitting here with nothing better to do....so come on, just a quickie."
As she spoke, her hands moved to her groin and she pulled her knickers aside, revealing her lovely trim naked pussy, which was already drooling with excitement. She spread her lips apart and slid one moistened finger up and down between them. The scent of her excited pussy wafted to my nose and my cock throbbed hard under her.
"Let me get him out," she said as she started to try to undo my trousers.
