Warning: This story contains depictions of taboo subjects, some incestuous sexual acts, and difficult sexual adult situations that some people may find offensive. If you are offended by such things, please do not read. This is a story of fiction and is meant for adult (+18) sexual entertainment and enjoyment only. I do not condone, encourage nor approve of such sexual acts. The scenes depicted in this story are entirely fantasy, all characters are +18 and do not relate to any people or events in real life.
I would like to emphasise that all characters in this story are +18 and that the use of the term 'Young girl' is used to reference the age differences between the characters. No further intimation of anything else is intended and nothing further should be construed from this fact.
Writer's note: I would advise reading the previous chapters of The Taylor family before reading this chapter.
Chap 6 -- Jenny's initiation.
Previously: After a tempestuous weekend of sexual activities, the Taylor family had all finally embraced and endorsed their new incestuous lifestyle. Realising that there was no way back now, the matriarch of the family -- Sylvia Taylor had gathered the whole family around to re-iterate the rules and to warn of the possibilities if they were ever to be found out.
It was the following morning; the house was quiet as dawn broke and the morning moved along. It was around 10am before the first person descended the stairs.
Sylvia groaned lowly as she felt her muscles ache with each flex. She was no spring chicken and the sexual adventures of the previous day had taken much out of her. And yet, she was still refreshed and keen to go again once the rest of the family were up.
Soon she was joined by her daughter Julie and then one by one each of the family made their way downstairs. Wearily, first Mark and Mike came down followed shortly later by Tony who came down the stairs looking as if he had not slept all night.
In the kitchen, Brian was now busy making copious pots of coffee and distributing them out to some very welcoming hands. Once everyone was seated, Sylvia took a breath and looked around the room. She quickly noticed one absentee.
"Anyone know where Sam is?" she asked, casting her eyes across the room.
It didn't take a genius of course, to work it out. Mark and Mike were sat together with Tony just off to the side. The 3 men quickly went into a huddle as Tony whispered to them, the details of all the goings on with Sam from the previous night. As they saw Sam walk down the stairs, Mike and Mark looked at each other with that stupid look men sometimes give each other when they know something funny that others don't. Beside them Tony surreptitiously took a sip of coffee as he avoided Sylvia's gaze. Sylvia was about to enquire further when there was a noise from the stairwell.
"It's ... it's OK. I'll ... I'll be there in a minute. Just ... need to ... take my ... time."
It was Samantha's voice -- sounding weak and tired. As all eyes turned toward the stair, there were a few gasps as Sam came down the stairs. Her hair was a mess, her eyes deep, dark and bloodshot and the streaks of blue were evidence of where her mascara had run. Around one wrist she had a necktie that hung loosely and dragged behind her as she walked.
More unusually for Sam however, was that she was wearing a dressing gown. It was unusual since Sam had always been the first to discard her clothes and thought nothing of walking around the house naked or cantily clad -- even before any incest had occurred. As Sam made her way to the sofa on wobbling legs, Tim turned and handed her his coffee.
"Jeez Cus. you look like death warmed up." He said, sounding concerned and jovial at the same time.
Sam said nothing, gazing down into her cup, and there was an awkward pause as no one quite knew what to do or say. Finally, with a deep breath -- Sylvia broke the silence.
"Well, I trust we all had a good night's sleep -- well, most of us anyhow." She chuckled looking over at Sam.
Again, Sam avoided the gaze, but Tony guffawed loudly and Sylvia turned to stare at him.
"Anything you want to share, Tony?" she asked pointedly.
When there was no reply, Sylvia continued -- making a mental note to find out what had transpired between Tony and Sam.
"Now that we've all indulged ourselves and we've had time to think over the events. Does anyone have anything they want to say before we move forward?" she asked, sounding every bit the Matriarch.
Again, no one spoke though Sylvia continued to monitor Sam and her casual smirk toward her father Mark. It was then that Sylvia decided that she need to lay down and reiterate the rules.
"OK. At the pain of repeating myself. What's happened has happened and there is no way we can go back from this. We are an incestuous family now, whether we like with it or not. Though judging by the sounds I was hearing last night, I think it's safe to say that we are ALL enjoying it and want it to continue. Everyone agree with that?" she paused, looking around the room once more.
There were lots of smiles and nods and the occasional 'Hell yes.' And it told Sylvia all she needed to know.
"In this house, you are all free to come and go, to fuck whomever you want and do pretty much anything you want -- as long as it's fully consensual." She emphasised the last word and looked over at Sam.
Sam coughed and looked stern as she was about to speak.
"Ahem." She coughed.
All eyes turned toward her, and she paused a moment then smiled broadly, then pointing at Tony she called out.
"Ah got you Uncle. You were worried for a minute there weren't you?"
Tony did indeed give a very visible and audible sigh of relief. Sylvia bristled, hating the fact that she was not being told about something that had obviously occurred that night. But, not wanting to derail the subject she wanted to discuss, she again made a mental note to find out later.
"Outside of this house however, life will go on as normal. By that I mean, you do NOT send each other pictures or texts of a sexual nature. You do not discuss or even mention anything to anyone. If you have pictures or texts, you need to delete them right now. I don't care about encryption or 'vaults' where you think they are safe. We all know nowhere is safe for someone that knows how to access them. So, no photos or texts -- understood?" she said sternly.
"What about Insta or Snap though?" asked Henry genuinely.
"What the fuck is that?" asked Brian, admitting that he was not the most technical of persons. Henry was about to speak when Tim piped up, knowing that he had already sent Henry several pictures of Susy.
"Instagram and SnapChat. You can set the pictures to delete after a set time." He offered hopefully.
Like most young people, Tim loved to watch porn and to indulge in some picture swapping. Moreover, since he'd first fucked his sister -- she consistently sent him pictures of her tits and pussy, much to his delight.
"They don't get deleted off the server." Offered Mike in a monotone voice. "So, they could be retrieved by those with the right permissions." He added.
There were several murmurings and a few sounds of dejection. It was something that Sylvia picked up on and it confused her. She felt she was taking steps to secure the family secret and yet some members were acting as if it was a punishment. At her age of course, Sylvia knew very little of the dark underbelly of social media where swapping pictures and texts were seen almost as 'foreplay' to the youth of the day. It was Susy however that eventually came up with the compromise.
"Gran. I understand what you're saying and you're trying to protect us all but we're all adults right? I mean, we all have a modicum of common sense to know that if we swap pictures and texts we risk having them seen by others. But it's also a big part of life these days. You and Grampa Brian are together most of the time so you won't know what it's like. But to get a sexy picture from someone you are going to fuck is a huge turn on. Getting a text saying 'My cock is rock hard and ready for you to suck' is so sexually exciting and it fucking makes me horny no end." She ended with a slight gasp.
There were several moans of agreement from the family and Sylvia realised that she may need to soften her request slightly. Deep down she knew how risky it was to let them swap pictures or texts but it occurred to her that they might just do it anyway. Mike stood up and coughed, and all eyes turned toward him.
"What if ..." he began, reaching into his pocket and producing his phone.
"What if we formed a group and then shared all the pictures? With a few changes to the security settings we could make sure the pictures didn't show in the phone's Photo album and we could agree some rules. Like 'no faces or real names'?" he offered.
"That might work." Agreed Henry, and several other family members nodded their agreement.
Sylvia huffed loudly, not often used to having to back down.
"OK. Mike -- you look into it and maybe give it a try. If it looks like it could work then we'll compromise." She replied, trying not to sound hopeful.
Across the room there were a few mutterings of approval and generally smiles all round. Among the younger elements at least there was an excitement that they would be able to tease and torment each other as they always did, but now with the added excitement of a sexual nature to boost the fun. Sylvia coughed once more, bringing the room to order.
"OK if there's nothing else. Do I need to replace the bedding in any of the rooms?" she enquired, directing her gaze directly on Sam.
Mark, Mike and Tony all laughed loudly and Sylvia turned to glare at them.
"Probably the whole mattress after all that cum and cunt juices." Muttered Tony under his breath and thankfully out of ear shot of Sylvia.
"OK. That's all I wanted to say." Offered Sylvia, sitting down once more.
As some members rose off their seats and prepared to go their various ways, Susy coughed.
"We need to discuss the twins." She declared, before adding. "They're 18 now."
Julie flushed, aware that it was her own granddaughters she was talking about. Several others twitched somewhat nervously, not really sure what was meant or what was about to be discussed. In truth, Sylvia expected some resistance and even opposition and so phrased her words carefully.
"Susy, you're their Mum. What do you think? I mean, it's a risk telling them about all this right? How do you think they would react? Would they freak out? Would they report us or go to the police do you think?" she asked earnestly.
Everyone turned to look at Susy and she shifted awkwardly knowing she really didn't know the answer. Of course, as their mother -- Susy had been acutely aware that this moment might come. Her daughters were virgins, she was sure of that -- and furthermore, her relationship with them meant they saw her more as an older sister. As such they had confided in her quite openly that their experience with boys had been very limited.
"Hard to say. They are both so innocent, they are still virgins, or so they tell me." She giggled, knowing how this would make the men feel.
She was right, several of the men shifted in their seats as they felt their dicks harden in anticipation.
"They wouldn't go to the police I don't think. But as to how they would react to it -- not sure." She continued.
