Author's Note: all characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
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"Come in!" Julia said. "The doo---mrphgh!" She was cut off as Ruben shoved his dick back in her mouth.
"Sorry babe," he said, "timing!" Julia waved away his concern with a free hand. Most of her body was flushed with red, and there were goosebumps all over.
Daphne walked in, to find her sister sandwiched between two men. She recognized them both. Lamont was beneath her, cock buried in her pussy, and Darius was on top of the pile, vigorously fucking her ass. Ruben, whom Julia always thought was the most handsome of her sister's three boyfriends, was standing up and getting a blow job.
"Yo sis," Daphne said. Her tone was unemotional.
Ruben pulled out, politely, so that his panting girlfriend could greet her sibling.
"Hi Daph. Let me guess... did mom... send you?" It had been over a year since Julia had last seen her.
"Founders, how'd ya guess?"
The conversation paused for a few minutes, while Ruben started fucking her sister's face. He didn't come in Julia's mouth, but rather, after a time, pulled out and walked over to Daphne. He had her put her hands on the wall and flipped up her skirt. After applying some lube, he slipped his cock past her tight sphincter and began to pound away.
"What'd she... want... from us?" Julia said, once her mouth was free again. She paused frequently to gasp or moan.
"I'm supposed... to ask if I can... shack up here," Daphne said. Since only one of her holes was being used, she had an easier time holding up the conversation. "Don't feel like... you have... to say yes. The parents are cutting me... off."
"You could... get a job... that actually... pays something."
"I like Ismail's."
"Sis, I... I'm not sure... you like anything!" Lamont and Darius had synchronized their thrusts, each pulling almost all the way out, and plunging back in, with near-perfect synchrony. "And... you... fuckin' hate -- ooh! --- tea!"
"I do.. like tea. Just not... drinking it."
"What... ever. We got two... extra rooms here. You... could have one."
"You sure?"
"Yes. As long as you... don't mind... these three animals."
Daphne shrugged. Just then, Darius pulled out of her sister's ass and sprinted over to the wall where Daphne was being fucked. He pulled her head down to his waist level and plunged his cock past her lips. It was just in time for his load to start shooting into her mouth. She swallowed mechanically, while Darius groaned in pleasure. Inspired by the scene unfolding right in front of him, Ruben came in her ass.
"Over here, please," Ruben said, after a brief recovery from his orgasm. He steered Daphne over to Julia, then said, "Jules, baby, could you flip around?"
Julia pulled off of Lamont. His cock, slick with fluid, slapped noisily onto his stomach. She rotated around and put it back inside her pussy. She lay back so that her head was right above Lamont's, looking up at the ceiling. Ruben marched Daphne over so that her ass was a foot or two above her sister's mouth. With help from his fingers, cum dripped down past her labia and into the parted lips below.
"The boys approve of you, it seems," Julia said, after swallowing the load. The familiar taste of cum carried a subtle overtone of her sister's vagina.
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"Auntie?" Marcus said, as they walked swiftly down a long corridor, passing a doorway every so often. Sylvie kept track of the numbered plates mounted next to each entrance they passed. "Where are we going?"
"Our apartment, sweetie," she said. All but the faintest traces of her earlier tension were gone from her voice.
"We have an apartment?"
"For your training. You'll see." They reached the end of the hallway. "Looks like we're up a floor."
They backtracked, found an elevator, went up to the second floor, then located apartment 269. Sylvie scanned her right wrist torque against the entry pad, and the door unlocked. When it closed behind them, she pushed her nephew against the wall and kissed him on the lips again, harder than the first time. Her breasts were pressed in to his chest, and, as they could only compress so far, she had to crane her neck forward in order to make contact. 'Larry's got a point,' she thought, reflecting on her husband's longstanding complaint that her cleavage made it hard for them to kiss properly.
Sylvie pulled back, still pinning her hapless and happy newly eighteen-year-old nephew to the wall. "Founders' nuts, I smell to high heaven!" she said. She had momentarily forgotten about her body odor, but now that they were in the foyer of the apartment, the acrid smell of stress wafted up to her nose.
"You smell fine to me," Marcus said. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands, so put them on the small of her back.
"Silly boy," she said, "You can be a little more daring than that." She reached back and slid his hands down to her round, pleasantly large ass. She felt a thrill of pleasure seeing his face at that moment, the look of wide-eyed surprise. "Go ahead and squeeze, sweetie!" He massaged her butt through the thin denim of her miniskirt.
Sylvie took a deep breath. "Honey, there is something you need to do before we get started. You'll also need to do it every morning, from now on." She paused, putting on a stern face to make sure he was taking her seriously, then said, "It's one of the only subjects we never talk about in The Province. Except with a doctor, nurse or paramedic. Like, not even your spouse or closest friends."
Marcus was in a happy daze, so took in this latest development, one of many he'd experienced that day, with aplomb. "Sure."
Sylvie opened the first door on the left side of the hallway that led from the foyer. She waved him inside. Before closing the door, she said, "There's an instructional video on the screen; you can play it as many times as you need to. Please follow the instructions to the letter, and, um, err on the side of more, not less. I'll be in the shower when you're done, just come and find me!" She was about to leave, when she thought of something. "I should mention, sweetie, the shower's in the apartment, no need to go outside. If fact, we won't be leaving here at all for a while."
After she closed the door, Marcus surveyed the room. There was an odd-looking, high-sided porcelain bowl on the floor, with a drain in the bottom. Coming from the wall, near a tap, was a flexible clear tube, with a rounded, perforated attachment on the end. On one wall was a video touchscreen. It was displaying a large white and blue play button, which he tapped. What followed was an instructional video on how to give himself an enema. It used the same animation style as had been used in Health classes at school, which depicted human body parts in a thick-lined, cartoonish yet medically accurate style. At the end of the video, he was instructed to repeat the process at least four times. He found the sensation of having his rectum filled the with warm water from the tube extremely unpleasant, but bearable. By the fifth try -- he'd decided his first attempt had been a botch -- he felt reasonably competent at the procedure, and clean in a way he'd never experienced before.
Since he had no notion of the layout of the apartment, he wandered through a good portion of it before finding the bath room. Already surprised to hear there was a private shower, he was shocked to come across yet another restroom, with a normal-looking toilet, and yet another one as well, this one having a porcelain-lined opening embedded in the floor. Most surprisingly, there was a dining room and a full kitchen, too.
