[[Hey all! This is the first part of a novella-ish length story about a Family so hot that laws literally changed to encompass their incestuous pornography films being allowed for public consumption. I play with perspective a bit in this and try to tell it through two characters. I hope you enjoy!]]
(Julie)
I'd say that I woke up to a morning like any other, but that would be a lie; this morning was special. Like Christmas fucking your Birthday while your wedding day eats them both out from behind. I leapt out of bed unbelievably horny, my dreams had apparently been nothing but a huge clit-tease and now there were mere hours between me and getting to fuck the hottest seven people on the entire planet at once: My family.
It might sound arrogant for me to suggest that those who share my incredible genes are the hottest, but in this case it isn't just my opinion: My uncle Randy started his own porn company in which we're the main performers and the popularity of our films has so eclipsed every other adult film studio on earth that many of them are shuttering, and the rest have to pay us exorbitant fees to license our movies and stay afloat by showing them. We're that fucking good.
I took a few moments to check out that fine fucking bitch in the mirror, loving the way the morning light loved every part of my curves. The longest part of my 5'8" height was my legs, which joined just beneath my flaring-out hips and ass, then the line tapered in the six-pack-ab adorned middle that made up my waist, and then blew outward again into my mind-bending GG cup breasts. Firmness ran in my family and until you saw the bounce or sway of the things you might have sworn I had implants. The pair lifted and stuck out more as I lifted my long blonde hair into a pair of pig-tails and batted my own golden-brown eyes at myself.
It wasn't just exciting that I was going to get to bang my family for the first time today, it was heightened by the fact that this would be the first time my Uncle's wing of the family----the Johnsons----would bring their considerable fucking prowess to bear on my mother's branch, the Coopers. (I know there's already a famous baseball player named Randy Johnson, but he renounced his nickname "The Big Unit" to my uncle, the second that big cock first showed up on camera.) So it was a red-letter day all around.
Of course I wasn't coming into things a complete virgin. When my mother caught me at 18 having destroyed the entire baseball team when I was head cheerleader at school, she knew that I was destined to follow in her footsteps as an adult starlet. She helped me pick out a porn name (I went by GiGi Jizelle back then, in honor of my GG cups and how much I loved getting them covered in layers of spunk) and introduced me to her contacts in the industry. I was winning AVN Awards mere months later and was considered by insiders to be the hottest thing to happen to the industry my uncle or mother or brother or aunt or cousins, which is saying a lot given how much they all rocked the porn business in their time with it. Basically Coopers and Johnsons all cut their teeth blowing the minds (and body parts) of all the other big names before creating their own arm of the industry.
I got dressed after the mirror confirmed everything I'd hoped about myself (alright, I'll admit that while I was proud to have a tight six pack, I was still jealous of the eight-pack mom was sporting. I'd have to work out a lot longer to hit that point I guess. I decided to keep it casual today and went with a pair of tight, ass-hugging jeans and a white half-shirt that could do nothing to stop the protrusion of my hard gum-drop nipples.
I bounced (and I do mean BOUNCED) down the stairs into the kitchen for breakfast, and was immediately greeted by the sight of my brother's gorgeous, muscular back, corded muscles just slightly flexed as he bent over, his big beefy arms wrapped around my mother. I don't think they were making out exactly, but obviously I'd walked in halfway through some sort of game of sexual chicken; my family was always doing that, teasing each other, pushing one another until someone broke and tried to fuck. It only followed logically that people who watched each other fuck on film all day would want to experience it.
Evan, (that's my brother) backed off when I said "Good morning!" being as much a cockblock as I was a cocktease in that moment. He turned to face me and I savored the image of him, his massive biceps looking freshly pumped beneath his ripped-up shoulders, the splendor of his perfect stomach showing slightly through the tank-top he wore, cock bulging grotesquely in his board shorts. He grinned that perfect grin of his beneath his brown eyes and hair, looking for all the world like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Of course he's in the industry as well, goes by the name "Evan Biggur" as a pun on the idea that he's even bigger than the biggest you'd see on-screen.
"Morning, Julie," he said as my mother hastily fussed with disheveled brunette hair, her own brown eyes sparkling with mischief as she took me in.
"Oh darling, you're looking just radiant today! Are you excited you finally get to get on the family camera?"
I could only nod in response, knowing my still-hard nipples were doing the talking for me in answer to that question.
"Still don't look as radiant as you, mom," It was true. Roxy Cooper, or, 'Gedallia Rocksauff' as she was known on camera did not look like a woman who could have given birth two me and a strapping son. Her towering five-foot-eleven height always left me feeling humbled, (though not as much as Evan's 6'4" footballer build) as did the fact that she was just in incredible shape, every muscle worked out to perfection, not scary big, but pronounced and toned. I was envious of her tits too, whopping HH cups that had barely more sag than my own huge GG's. She was dressed very similar to me, blue-jeans and a halter-top in her case, but still very little hidden from the world as we prepared for the big shoot.
Evan poured himself a glass of orange juice as mom turned her attention to bacon that was beginning to sizzle.
"Honestly sis, thanks for saving me, I don't know if I could take more her cockteasing?" I gave a tit-rolling shrug as I helped myself to one of the chairs and a blueberry muffin, "What's that supposed to mean? You've been teased before."
"Yeah, but this is different, I've been uh, saving up."
I cocked my head at him, "Bullshit! I've still heard the usual shrieks of pleasure coming from your room, you've been having girlfriends over like usual."
"Well sure, I've been banging the tits off bitches like usual, sure, I just haven't been uh, 'completing' you know?"
"Evan! What have I told you about using that word!?" Mom cut in at him saying 'bitches'.
He took on a hang-dog look, "You said not to use it if I wasn't cramming my cock hard and fast into the slut I was calling bitch until she squirted a gallon of cunt-cream."
"That's my boy. I raised you with proper morality and don't you forget it."
"Shucks, sorry mom. Anyway, the point is, my fucking nuts haven't been drained in over forty-eight hours now, and that's the longest I've been without release since I got my first fucking hard-on."
"Oh no, bro! Does it hurt?" I asked, genuinely curious. There were mysteries of male anatomy I'd never understand, even with my ample experience in operating it.
"Not exactly, I mean, it kinda aches, but mostly I just wanna cum real bad. I feel like it's gonna be epic when I do."
"I can't wait to see it!"
Mom swayed around us, deliberately putting her perfect bubble-butt right in Evan's face as she served me, then turned so he got her tits in profile as she put bacon on his plate as well.
"Actually, your uncle said that he and Johnny have been saving up too, maybe even longer than that. This should be quite the show!"
"Did you guys deny yourselves before last year's orgy?" I asked.
The orgies had become quite the tradition for the family business. The Fuckatino Film company had been launched in a very smart way. It started with the press releases that celebrated porn star Randy Johnson was leaving the industry and started with him just doing some real basic solo vids, the kinds where he showed off the true dimensions of his incredible cock. One of the reasons he had to leave porn was because his co-stars tended to get too jealous to appear with him in film.. You can't compete when you've been bragging that your nine incher is really thirteen when a genuine cock that's even bigger than your lying number is also on camera. So even by just showing that beast off he was doing something revolutionary.
Then he added footage with his wife, which everyone loved, many of them not realizing he'd married a porn legend. Finally, rumors started swirling that other families were getting in on it behind the scenes but they didn't release any footage until they'd cleared a few legal hurdles, their efforts alone redefining what could be legally penalized as incest. In the end, laws changed to accommodate them simply because public outcry to the contrary was too great, the world wanted to see my Aunt and cousins fuck and so long as there were no children from it, there was no harm.
From there, he'd slowly revved it up, longer scenes with more participants until the first orgy involving everyone who wasn't still locked into industry contracts had gone off last year. I was still bound to mine so I could only jealously watch as my brother and mother came back home, drenched in sex, and so exhausted that even they had to take a day off of sex afterwards, which prior to that had been unthinkable. This year, my contract was up, and I too would get to see what the Fuckatino Family Business was really all about.
I only heard flashes of what had actually gone down. My Uncle getting his whole cock swallowed for the first time since he'd begun having sex. Mom literally destroying cameras with the power and volume of her squirting. The twins managing to make my brother cum just from rimming him. My Aunt fucking a bed to flinders riding her son. Johnny plowing the twins unconscious. It had gone on for more than a day and the stories were legendary. Now I was going to get to be a part of it!
After our late breakfast we all piled into Mom's Bentley. It's not as fun as the Corvette, but that doesn't sit three as comfortably. I was stuck in the back while mom worked her hand between the gear-shift and the outline of Evan's stupendous bulge, teasing him mercilessly as the rumbling engine jiggled our tits.
"Nggh, Mom, that feels really good but my balls are already so swollen!" he groaned.
She smirked and scooped a hand into his pants, clearly rubbing away at his overpacked scrotum.
"My poor big boys' poor big boys." Her tone was one of motherly concern even though her expression was that of a cock-eating shark.
