I am starting a new series about an incestuous family doing taboo things
Naturally it is complete fiction and contains various taboo subjects and themes of a distinctly sexual nature.
All participants are over eighteen and completely imagined.
I am starting with a bit of lesbian reluctant incest.
The future holds CFNM as well as CFNF in a variety of scenes, seduction, exhibitionism, first time experiences and much more as my imagination produces them.
If the ratings average under four and reader comment is discouraging, I will just let the series die a deserved death. Otherwise - I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it, where the family lives in my head for a while.
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She was almost nineteen.
Hazel had known since she was five that she was adopted at the age of six months. She had loved the only mom she had ever known.
She had a brother almost the same age as her, just a month younger. Devin was adopted at the same time as she was, and they had the usual sibling rivalries.
Her family was a bit unusual in that her mom and her dad were both women. Melanie, her mom had been very tall, like Hazel, and wore her hair long, but Cynthia always wore hers short. Melanie went under the name of Mel, and always called Cynthia, Cyn.
Cyn, her dad in the household was always very strict and insisted everyone call her Dad. She was a short bossy blonde woman with large breasts. She always wore a loose jacket or vest to hide them.
Hazel always had to wear long dresses. Hazel thought her Dad's name was spelled Sin until she was in grade three, when she found out it was short for Cynthia and spelled Cyn.
That news immediately made her feel much better. She had worried that her dad was sinning by being different and living with another woman.
Melanie got cancer and died when Hazel and Dev were fourteen. The three of the survivors became closer together for about two years, when Hazel became furious with her Dad.
Dad betrayed everything, betrayed Melanie, betrayed Devin, and went and hitched herself to a man.
Cyn told the kids that she thought it was necessary to provide Devin with a role model for when he grew up later in his teens. Dad told both the young teens to start calling her Cyn and to call Bill Daddy. She said although the relationship was not the one she had before, it would work out for the best.
Hazel went on strike and took to her room for a month.
That Man was cool with her strike, and let her work out her adaptation to her new family situation at her own speed.
It helped that Bill and Devin got along well, and that Bill was pretty good looking.
Hazel thought her mom would not be shamed by being seen with him because he did not look like some dorky business man. His voice was deep, manly and resonant.
Bill was a ceramic artist, and Cyn was a sculptor and painter.
Between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, Hazel became more comfortable with the new actual man around her mom, and sometimes wondered if they did 'sex', because they slept in different beds. Maybe they didn't.
She learned to call him Daddy. She never called him Dad, that was Cyn's name from her growing up years. Bill could be Daddy, but never be her dad, he was her step dad.
By the time Hazel reached eighteen she also reached "five foot twelve" as Devin would tease.
"You don't want to let the guys know you are six footer." He would say.
Approaching nineteen she stopped growing up and began to fill out a bit. Hazel hated the filling out and the whole growing up bit. Before her eighteenth birthday Devin said she looked like a knobby stick on stilts. She was at least used to that.
She stood in her room looking at her eighteen and a half year old self in the long mirror wearing just her white Wal Mart full size panties.
She hated what she saw.
She was tall, both too tall and rawboned at that. Her ribs showed and her boobs were really small. She stepped closer to the mirror and looked critically at them. They were almost flat to her chest, and then there were those amazing pink puffy mounds sticking up at the middle with little pencil erasers on top.
She stepped back a couple of feet and looked at the rest. Her hips were too wide and her knees seemed to knock together when she stood straight. There was this big air space at the top of her thighs.
Hazel thought her hands and feet were too long and boney. Her knees and elbows were knobby.
She always slouched around in her dresses that were always pretty loose to hide her lack of a feminine figure.
Her hair was OK, she thought. Very fine and a rich reddish brown and tightly curly, it made a hazy brown halo around her head sometimes, and the sun shone nicely on it. Hazel liked to call it hazy because of the way it matched her name when she was young.
There was a thick dark pelt even browner than her head hair between her legs under the plain white cotton panties and she was thinking about maybe trimming it or getting the wax job her friends at school were always talking about. At least her arms and legs were smooth and not hairy.
Then Cyn knocked and came in.
"Hi Haze", said Cyn, "I see you are admiring yourself. Turn around and show me what you got."
Hazel clapped her palms over her breasts and turned around.
"Puhleese don't do that. I am so ugly."
Cyn spoke in her strict, no nonsense tone, "Haze honey, come here. Do what I say."
Cyn crooked her finger and looked her in the eye.
