Author's note: This episode of an extended romantic memoir includes mature and group sex, and incest, and heavy-duty teasing, and wanton disregard for propriety. This tale is probably somewhat fictional. All sexual acts involve conscious, willing humans of age 18+.
You don't NEED to read the previous episode, THE BOOK OF RUTH: BEFORE RUTH, but it won't hurt. Your feedback is appreciated.
***** THE BOOK OF RUTH: Coming Fast *****
-- 1978 -- Summertime
You may have heard the term "family circle", meaning a gathering of kin, or just your immediate cluster of relatives. Me and my sister Jill and our mom Nina preferred a slightly different definition.
We were in our cozy little family circle, lying on the Cal-King bed in Jill's brilliant bedroom. I licked Nina's puffy pussy while she ate her daughter, who was slurping my cock nicely. We were all groaning by now. We sure do love our triad daisy chains!
My tongue softly circled and probed the labia through which I had passed on my entry into this world. My sister's generous mouth was a bottomless chasm engulfing my cock. I could tell from Jill's fluctuating suction that our mother's mature tongue was working magic upon her daughter's pussy.
Our three simultaneous orgasms were not products of fate nor circumstance, but of many long hours of practice. Practice makes perfect, you bet!
Alas, life is never perfect, and learning that is a tough lesson. We need to experience contrasts before we can start to judge reality. We do not really know the good if we have not known the bad. Unless and until we touch the depths, we do not appreciate the heights.
I have been skimming the higher realms most of my life, thank you kindly. I have seen enough to appreciate the contrasts. I like being where I am. Fuck the lowlights.
My über-smart two-years-older sister Jill is my slave master, and my muse, and my best friend for always. Since I recently turned eighteen, she is also my lover. So is our mom, Nina, who has been Jill's lover since she reached adulthood. We kids had been raised naked. We did not wear clothes inside our home. We had slept together naked all our lives, Jill and I, and often with Mom. And now we shared physical love.
Not that I would want to marry or even go steady with either. They are just lots of good sexy fun, as well as being family. Yes, they are almost always available. They are cheap dates, too.
What more could a guy ask for? (Heh heh...)
Let me introduce us again. Jill and I are tall and slim, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She is almost six feet high; I have a few inches on her, and a few pounds, and better body strength.
People say we are good-looking: taut muscles, sharp features, high cheekbones, dimpled chins, good teeth, and full-body tans. Jill has great firm tits and I don't, so we're easy to distinguish. Her hair is longer, too. She looks like Mom (I mean Nina) minus eighteen years. In other words, just fucking gorgeous.
Jill and I had returned to our familiar Santa Monica home from our fun- and sex-filled drive to Taxco [TOSS-koh]. (See the previous episode for details.) That vertical Guerrero town between Mexico City and Acapulco is where Jill buys silver, jewellery and regional crafts for her business. She obtains amber, coral, turquoise, jade, and other stones elsewhere.
Yeah, it was Jill's business. I would eventually own a share. But for now, I had a job, managing Jill's Los Angeles area sales network, mostly street carts and booths at weekend events. She recruited vendors from her school contacts.
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I lounged by the pool at my cousin Doug's Venice Beach apartment block. We sipped beer, toked primo, munched bar nuts, and idly watched nearly-naked females enter and exit the water and air. Doug wiped Schlitz foam from his blond handlebar moustache.
"So how's this business thing going, cuz?" Doug asked.
"Pretty good, pretty good." (toke) (hold) (exhale) "I'll stay busy till I start at UCLA this fall. I'll have to cut back some then. It's good for now." I took another sip of brew. "And it's all about the people. One of our best vendors is Rachel, a senior at Fairfax High. Lots of her fellow students love Taxco silver rings, earrings, pendants, ornaments, that kinda stuff. She's right there for them."
"So this Rachel, is she hot, or what?" (toke)
"Rachel is like a preview edition of her MILF mama Deborah. Deb, er I mean Mrs Shapiro, looks awful damn good herself. They both have great tits, fine legs, firm butts, hourglass figures, just the kind you like, you dawg." (toke) (hold) (exhale) "I like'em too. I've had a few sessions with Rachel. Mmmm..."
"What, you fuck the employees? That can't be good, business-wise or legally, yeah? Especially the jailbait. Better leave her for me, heh heh." (toke) My cousin could be a pig sometimes.
"Naw, our vendors are 'independent contractors' and over eighteen. No legal problems -- Jill had the legality checked out. We're cool there. I just make sure my Rachel sessions are extra-curricular."
"Mr Shapiro doesn't have a shotgun, I hope."
"Oh, worse than that, he's a lawyer." (shudder) "But Rachel's an adult, and she can do what she wants, as long as she's not too obvious around the house. Y'know, don't scare neighbors or passers-by, don't attract cops, don't wreck the furniture, that sorta thing. So we're discreet." (toke)
I also screwed Rachel's mom Deborah at their house, but I didn't tell Doug that. He did not Need To Know, right? And I could save those stories for later.
--- Meet the Shapiro gals ---
I made my daily rounds all summer. On alternate days I hit Los Angeles County beaches and attractions, then Orange County beaches and amusement parks. I hooked up with Rachel a couple times each week, and with her mom Deb whenever the mister was out of town and the kids were away somewhere.
Jill introduced me to Rachel after we returned from the Taxco drive. She drove me in her hopped-up smuggler-ized VW Bug down from West Hollywood. Its swapped-in turbocharged Porsche engine whispered a low thrum. Its secret compartments were empty till we needed their stealthy capacity again.
We pulled up to a capacious house on a big fenced and landscaped lot. Jill led me to the porch and hit the buzzer. A tall dark girl about our age opened the front door. Like us, she wore the standard uniform of suggestive shorts, blatant tee, and bright sneakers. Her long walnut-brown hair hung in a ponytail.
"Hi Jill, how ya doing?" the girl greeted and embraced my sister. "And who's this hunk of handsome here?" She ran her fingers up my biceps. I flexed immodestly and leered.
"This is my little brother Randy. He'll be running the sales network here. From now on, he's your tough boss, your teacher, your uncle with a heart, your enforcer, your gritty guru. He be The Man!" Jill laughed at that. Rachel joined her.
"And Randy, in case you couldn't guess, this is Rachel Shapiro, the star of our show, and the best damn street vendor in town! We ain't rich yet, but she sure helps."
Jill looked at her wristwatch. "And I'd love to hang around to chat, but I have to run an errand. Look guys, why don't you two get acquainted, and I'll be back in a couple hours, okay?" She usually phrased her direct orders as requests. Nice boss.
Jill sped away. (Yes, with that blown Stuttgart mill inside, the Bug *did* zoom off quickly.) I left my red Keds at the doorway and padded inside in socks. Rachel took my hand and led me into the large modern kitchen. "Like a soda or something?"
"Sure, anything but Doctor Pepper. I hate carbonated prune juice."
"Silly boy, that's just an urban legend! How about some Canada Dry? Maybe with a splash of gin?"
"Sure, thanks. That reminds me of the old story about the guy who tried to drink Canada dry. He died of liver failure, heh-heh." I smirked as she handed me a tumbler. Mmmm, big splash of gin there. This could be interesting.
"Oho, so you're a funny guy, too! Jill told me all about you. ALL about you, got that?" Rachel brushed the back of her hand across my crotch. She aimed an evil smile at me. We drank our cold drinks and chatted till they were gone. I felt warm.
"Now c'mon with me, let's get acquainted just like the boss said to." Rachel grabbed my growing boner through my denim cutoffs and dragged me to her bedroom.
I was a bit nervous. "Ummm, just *what* did Jill say about us?" Our Mom had raised Jill and I alone since our dad ran off with a Thai waitress a decade or so ago. She raised us to be discreet. Somehow, blabbing about incest didn't seem too discreet.
Rachel stood me next to her bed. She grabbed the bottom of my black RAMONES tee and started lifting it up. I raised my arms; she peeled me like a steamed crawdad.
"Oh, just that she's seen you in action a couple times, and the girls you were with seemed more than slightly happy," she said as she put my hands on the hem of her form-fitting ochre DEATH VALLEY tee, dimpled by two hard nipples, "and that I should give you a try."
Rachel's tee sent an ambiguous message. Which "Death Valley" was meant? A chasm of doom between her breasts? Or between her thighs? Or did she just like the desert? Oh well, worry about that some other time...
I raised her tee. Rachel's large firm stand-up-on-their-own breasts no more needed a bra than did my own manly chest. "So I decided to give you a try. You any good?"
I didn't speak. I just pulled her close and French kissed her while massaging those big impressive melons. It was a mostly gentle massage that synchronized with our tongue-lashing and moaning. Big soft brown aureoles like beaded pads; stiff pencil-eraser nipples; cushiony warm flesh. Handfuls of happiness!
"You like how those feel, guy? I sure like how you're feeling them!"
