OK first disclaimers: Every character in these stories that has sex or is treated sexually is over eighteen years old.
If you are not over eighteen, go away. You should not be reading this stuff.
This is a work of fiction and as such has nothing to do with any real persons alive or dead. This story contains themes that may be offensive to some people, so be warned that it contains: graphic language and sexual content, incest, bisexuality, group sex, light domination and submission, and who knows what else by the time were finished. etc. etc. etc.
This is the first installment in what I hope will become a multipart incest-harem serial. This first chapter has a lot of exposition as I set the scene and introduce the characters. Think of it a foreplay that will make the sex hotter once we get there. And, once we get there, I promise plenty of sex.
This is my first attempt at writing fiction, and naturally my first erotic fiction. I have not availed myself of an editor. I will do so in the future but wanted to get feedback on this first story in its raw form.
So, any feedback is appreciated. Feel free to encourage, discourage, offer editorial or future plot suggestions, or simply let me know if you do or don't like it.
I hope you enjoy yourself and thank you for reading.
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Chapter 1
I am Lieutenant Jack Phillips and I have just recently resigned my commission as a civil engineer in the US Navy. My last day on base had arrived. In the early morning, I met with my commanding officer, signed a bunch of papers, and hopped on a plane headed for southeastern Florida. I was going home, and I should be there by mid afternoon.
Well, not home exactly. I was heading to the house where my parents and little sister have lived for the past six years. For me it's not home yet as I have never been there. I plan on staying with them while I find my own place and get re-acclimated to civilian life. I have not been a civilian since leaving for the Academy nine years ago.
My family is not rich, we are wealthy. The kind of wealth that comes from owning a company that was founded by my father's grandfather over one-hundred years ago. It is now the largest closely held civil engineering firm in the world. We have built skyscrapers, bridges, dams, major shipping ports, and airports on every continent.
So, how does the scion of a wealthy family with a bottomless trust fund end up in the US Navy? It's all because of my mother's father, my grandfather. We've always just called him 'Gramps'.
Gramps was a retired navy commander. Until his death ten years ago, he was the most important role model in my life. You see, my dad is a quiet unassuming man who spent most of my childhood traveling to construction projects throughout the world. He was rarely home. He is a genius engineer and a loving but distant and unavailable father.
Gramps filled the void for me, my sister, and often my mother too. As children my sister and I spent more time at his ranch than we did at home. We were inseparable. We were best friends, And, we were happy.
When the time came it was natural for me to follow my grandfather's footsteps. I attended the Academy and served in the US Navy. This said, it should be no surprise that I studied engineering like my father, grandfather, and great grandfather before me. It's in our blood, and I expected to make my career within the family firm after leaving the Navy.
My mother, Anne, lost her mother as a young child. Gramps worked hard to raise his only daughter without the help of the wife he so much adored. His Naval career was also demanding. Fortunately, he had the help of a kind and devoted housekeeper who we all still call Auntie Ruthie.
They raised my mother together, and Gramps made certain that Auntie Ruthie was well taken care of in her retirement. My mother tells us that my grandfather's home hadn't changed much since she was a child. It was a place of order, discipline, kindness, and love. It is where she learned about hard work, duty, obedience, and the value of both mental and physical fitness.
Her devotion to physical fitness and the stress-free lifestyle that great wealth can provide has helped maintain her amazing figure, and she is now a beautiful mature woman. She has the attractiveness and sensuality of a woman much younger than her forty-six years.
My sister Jeannie was a tomboy, and from the time she could walk she followed me everywhere. Before I had reached ten, I knew that as her big brother it was my responsibility to protect my little sister and do all that I could to see that she was safe and happy.
I left for the Academy at seventeen. As a gifted student I was able to finish high school one year early. On the day that I left, my rail thin twelve-year-old sister, with her messy hair and tear streaked face, desperately held on for one final hug before I climbed into the car. While I was away, she wrote to me often, but I haven't seen her in nearly nine years.
My plane landed in Fort Lauderdale and my mother had a car waiting for me at the airport. The driver loaded my duffel bag and drove me to my new home.
I had grown up around wealth, so fancy houses are no big deal. But, when I saw the new house (more like a compound) I was wide-eyed and impressed. The front of the house faced the inter-coastal waterway and the private dock where our boats were moored. The back, as I would find out later, opened onto a vast stretch of private beach and the Atlantic Ocean. The driver carried my bag to the pool house where I would be living, and told me that my family was out, but they would return soon.
With nothing else to do I decided to change, have a swim in the ocean, and explore. I followed the path from the pool area through the dunes and saw grass to our stretch private beach.
As I walked on the hot sand down toward the water, I saw that I had some company. There were seabirds and a group of four trespassers sunbathing down near the water. I couldn't care less about the trespassing and decided to offer a friendly hello as I passed. Once I came closer to the sunbathers it became clear that they were four very attractive young women, and they were all tanning topless. I took a moment to enjoy the scenery from a distance before calling out. This way they could retrieve their bikini tops and avoid any embarrassment.
"Hello there." I called, which started a flurry of activity. One of the girls looked up, pulled on a t-shirt, and came sprinting directly for me.
This gorgeous girl hit me at a full run, threw her arms around me, tackled me to the sand, and started kissing all over my face. After a moment of stunned enjoyment, it became clear that this petite blond-haired hellion was none other than my little tomboy sister all grown up.
I returned her hugs and laughed "Jeannie! Oh my God, look at you, I've missed you
squirt."
"Oh Jackie, I've been waiting and waiting for you to get here. Please tell me your staying. We're going to have so much fun, come and meet my friends." She said breathlessly while pulling me by the arm toward the three other sunbathing women.
My little sister had transformed since the last time I saw her. When I left for the Academy nine years before she was a too-skinny twelve-year-old with a boyish figure and tomboy haircut. At twenty-one she had blossomed into a very attractive young woman.
She had blond hair that was tied into a long ponytail, and curves that were just right for her petite frame. The golden hue of her flawlessly tanned skin, large green eye, dancers' posture, and the light dusting of freckles across the nose and cheeks made her look elfin, or maybe like some wild sea spirit animated by the sun and ocean spray. Her generous mouth seemed made for smiling, and her grin didn't quit. I forced myself not to stare at my sexy little sister.
With her arm around my waist and mine around her shoulders she walked me to her friends. They lounged on beach towels sipping cold drinks. I couldn't help but admire these beauties. They looked like they had just stepped from the pages of a swimsuit magazine. My little sister included. One of the girls hadn't retrieved her swimsuit top and showed no signs that she planned to do so. Her perfectly tanned breasts with dark caramel gumdrop nipples had my undivided attention.
"This is Sarah, Shauna, and Taylor, don't mind Taylor, she's an exhibitionist and an incurable flirt. Put your clothes on girl. This is my long-lost big brother, Jack. He's finally home from the Navy." Jeannie said with a giggle.
Taylor looked up with a smile but made no move to cover her lovely breasts.
Sarah and Shauna were twins. They were identical and indistinguishable. They looked more like a single woman sitting next to a mirror than two different women sitting side by side. They were even wearing matching bikinis. Both had sable hair and fair skin. They looked taller than Jeannie but shorter than Taylor. With all three girls seated it was difficult to be certain. They had oversized breasts, curvy hips, and I'm sure nice round asses that I couldn't wait to see. Their bikinis were deep green with high wasted bottoms. The tops were just strings attached to triangles of material that were far too small and straining to cover their substantial breasts.
The twins looked up in unison, gave shy smiles and together said, "Hi Jack."
Taylor was tall dark and exotic. Her hair was black curly and cropped short, she had high cheekbones, big brown eyes, and skin the color of cappuccino. She sat wearing only the tiny bottom of her white thong bikini unfazed by her near nudity. Her breasts were large but not huge and had a slight rounded sag from their
youthful weightiness. They were a perfect match for her slender athletic frame. Her nipples were puffy, large, and much darker than her flawless milk-chocolaty skin.
