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Author's note: This story is meant to be a fantasy. As such, many points of reality are put to the side, such as safety and pregnancy, as well as others. Additionally, this series will cover a wide range of sexual activities. I will try to cover them in the into, but please be aware. Topics: mind control, incest, oral, anal, bdsm, watersports, rimming, MF, MFF, FF
Thanks to LindsayMurray for editing!
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Chapter 1
Getting electrocuted is not something that I can recommend. Take it from someone who had it happen to them. It sucks. That being said, sometimes good things come out of sucky things.
We had a family tradition of summer DIY projects at home. Every year my parents would pick some part of the house that needed to be worked on and my two older sisters and myself were required to help out. It started when we were toddlers, and the fact that we had all moved out changed nothing in my parents eyes. Of course being the only male child meant that a lot of the physical labor ended up falling on me, with my sisters helping out.
In the summer of 2015, I had just finished my second year of college and I was back home getting ready for the summer project. I wasn't so happy about missing out on the summer happenings around campus, but both of my sisters were pissed at my parents. Tiffany, the oldest at 23, had a new boyfriend who she would rather be spending her time with. Andrea, the 19 year old baby of the family who worked out obsessively, kept complaining about missing out on her training regimen with her group. Over the years I had learned that it wasn't worth my time to argue with either of them about the fact that if they spent less time complaining, the work would be done faster.
This year's project was to change out the light fixtures, which meant redoing a lot of the wiring, which hadn't been touched in years. All of the complaining got worse as the heat of the summer built up. Redoing the wiring meant that the electricity had to be turned off, which meant no AC, which in turn meant that we were all sweating.
Normally I ignore the fact that my mother, while in her late forties, is still pretty in shape, has curly red hair, pale skin, and c-cup breasts, which look large on her sight five-foot frame. However, with her wearing as little as possible in the heat, I found myself forced to admit that she was really quite sexy, and it was clear where my sisters got their looks. But even so, it was my sisters who were the biggest distraction. Given the heat they had both decided that decency took a back seat to comfort and were wearing daisy dukes and bras. The outfits were a distraction, both for me and my father, who asked them repeatedly to put on more clothing, and was ignored.
I tried to just ignore them, but eventually gave into the temptation. During one of the many water breaks, I marveled at the study in contrasts that they provided. Looking at them, it was obvious that they were sisters, but everything else was different.
Tiffany was a pale skinned redhead like our mother, with the same small frame, but where our mother worked out regularly, Tiffany would never consider doing any as crass as that. That didn't mean that she didn't take care of herself, but she was definitely not skinny. The best way to describe her would probably be voluptuous, especially with the way her body fat seemed to migrate to her ass and chest. Her D-cup bra barely contained her pillowy looking mounds which threatened to fall out every time she bent over. I'm still not sure how she managed to pull up her shorts with the way they molded tight against her ass, which stretched them out almost obscenely.
Andrea, on the other hand, had coloring similar to our father, dark hair and skin that tanned without issue. She was obsessed with working out, and had the body to show for it. Her abs were tight and her ass and thighs were pure muscle. And while she had the smallest tits in the family, the lack of any other body fat made them stand out nicely, especially given how perky they were.
By the time we were two weeks into the process, everyone was on edge. The heat had taken it's toll, and even my father and I were working shirtless and in shorts. My father finally declared that we were at the point that we could turn the electricity back on, but we would need to be careful. We all cheered as he powered the house back on. We got back to work while the AC did its best to slowly bring down the temperature.
I moved into the living room to install the next fixture and called out to Tiffany to make sure that the power was off in there. She responded that it was off already and I climbed up the ladder. As I reached for the wires, I found out that apparently she was wrong.
The next thing that I remember is waking up on the floor surrounded by my family members calling my name in a panic. My entire body hurt and my limbs were moving randomly of their own accord. By the time the ambulance showed up the spasms had mostly stopped, and after being scanned every way possible, I was declared to have been lucky to be alive, and with no apparent long term effects. They kept me overnight, and I joked with my dad that I got electrocuted just so that I could sleep in an air conditioned room for a night.
"About that," he said slowly. "It seems like when you got zapped, the AC unit caught some of the overload. It seems like it's going to be hot for at least another couple of days until we can get someone out to fix it."
I groaned, glad that I was staying in the cool hospital at least for the night.
The next day I was released, but as far as my mother was concerned, I still needed to be on bed rest, which was fine with me. That meant that I got to watch my sisters do all the work while I laid on the couch. I marveled at the fact that Tiffany had managed to find an even skimpier bra to wear to combat the heat. I watched as she reached above her head to hold up a fixture and saw that the material was struggling to hold her large tits.
She should just take it off at this point,
I thought.
It's not like it's really doing much anyways.
I watched as a moment later she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, freeing her giant tits to bounce freely. My jaw dropped open at the sight of her bare breasts, each topped with a large areola and a thick nipple.
Andrea apparently had the same reaction, since Tiffany said to her, "What? Dad and Simon get to go shirtless. It's hot and it's not like they haven't seen tits before. Right Simon?" I just nodded. "See. All good."
If only she could convince Andrea to join her it would be perfect.
"You should take yours off also," Tiffany said. "It feels so good to let the girls out."
Yeah,
I thought from the couch,
Take it off.
I watched as slowly Andrea reached for her own bra clasp and her own tits can't into view. As opposed to Tiffany's, there was no bounce or swing at all. It was as if the two perfectly rounded mounds of flesh defied gravity. I quickly schooled my face as she glanced in my direction, not wanting to do anything to ruin this.
"Don't look at me," I said when they both glanced in my direction. "Do whatever you want. I won't judge. It's hot." Seemingly satisfied, they got back to work and I got to enjoy watching them work even more. I loved how Tiffany's swayed and bounced with every movement and how Andrea's held their shape no matter what she did.
When they finally took a break, they pulled up chairs close to me. "So, what do you think," Tiffany asked me.
"About what?" I responded, honestly unsure what she was talking about.
"God you are such an idiot. Our tits. I know that your have been staring at them for the last hour."
"Um, they're nice."
"Of course you would say that. You're a boy. Any tits are nice. Who's are better?"
I knew better than to fall for that. "You both have beautiful breasts."
"Don't torture him," Andrea interjected before Tiffany could respond. "I think that he has had enough of a shock to his system already." I groaned at the pun, and we thankfully moved into safer topics.
While we were talking our parents walked into the room. I started to freak out in my mind, hoping that they would just ignore it or at least not say anything about it, not wanting the fight. Our dad looked like he was about to say something when he just stopped and closed his mouth. He glanced over at our mom and watched her start to react as well before stopping. They each took a deep breath and turned back around to the other room.
"Well that went better than expected," I said quietly, to which both of my sisters nodded.
The next morning I was happy to see that the dress code for my sisters seemed to stay the same. Our father seemed to have a hard time at breakfast figuring out where to look. I just felt bad for our mom, who was the only one still wearing a shirt in the already stifling heat of the morning.
She should just take it off as well,
I thought.
At least that way dad can have something to stare at and not feel bad.
"Alright," my mother said suddenly. "I'm not going to be the only one here suffering from this heat." We all watched as she pulled her shirt over her head and undid her bra. I stared at my mother's breasts for the first time since I was a child and wondered at how the breasts that had nursed three kids could still look so good. Her nipples were even longer than Tiffany's. We all stared at her for a moment before going back to eat. Glancing back at her surreptitiously, I saw a blush spread from her cheeks all the way down her chest.
Our parents quickly excused themselves a few minutes later, leaving the cleanup to us. "They are totally going to bang, aren't they?" Andrea asked as soon as they were out of earshot.
I shrugged. "Probably. Good for them." I was still on bed rest, so I watched as my sisters started cleaning up from breakfast. I slowly sipped my coffee and watched as my older sister's pendulous breasts swung inches from my face as she reached past me to clear the table. My eyes followed her body as she headed to the fridge to put things away. When she bent forward to open the vegetable drawer, her ass was facing me and I wondered why she bothered wearing shorts that short and tight.
She might as well take them off before they tear,
