This is a quick, to the point, story about sex between lots of family members with very little setup. Definitely not a slow-burn sort of story! It won't be to everyone's taste, and that's fine! It's my first try; it might suck. If so, sorry!
This is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed are 18 year old or older. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental (and I'd totally love to hear from them!). No people or animals were harmed in the making of this story. Some morals, on the other hand, may have been severely compromised.
Enjoy!
-Florina D.
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My brother and I, after a few too many beers and a few too many joints after my high school graduation party, ended up making a bet.
The exact details of the bet are lost to the hazy pleasantness of mind-altering substances, but that part's really immaterial. The stakes, after some negotiation, were that the winner would get to explore their biggest, darkest sexual fantasy with the loser's help.
I imagined I would be trying to set Martin up with a couple of girls from my varsity cheerleader squad, or act as a wingwoman as he made a futile play for one or more of his professors.
So you can imagine my surprise.
Even after the terms were laid out, I was still completely certain it was impossible. Even if the logistics could be put in place, the other intended participants would never, ever agree to such a thing. I was confident that the attempt would go down in flames.
And yet, there I was. On my knees on the laid-open futon in the basement game room, my ankles tied--with much slack--to the frame and my hands tied--with no slack--behind my back.
"Are you ready, Flor?" Martin asked me. The smile on his face was half-taunting, half loving.
"Another beer first," I said, my voice a little shakier than I'd hoped it would be.
Martin was the best brother a girl could have; tall, handsome, fit, protective, and willing to go to the liquor store and buy a six pack of liquid courage for his little sister before the festivities got started. He didn't have to do that—it wasn't in the agreement—but he did it anyway, and I loved him even more for it.
"You can always call it off," he said as he took the third bottle from the minifridge. He popped it open and held it to my lips while I took a long drink. He'd even gotten the imported stuff. He really was the best brother ever.
"No. We made a deal. I'm ready. Let's do this," I said. He gently wiped a few drops of beer off my chin, then took the blindfold from his back pocket and tied it across my eyes. I gasped as I felt his lips press against mine, then opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to dance with my own. Not our first kiss, but there would be plenty of firsts yet to come tonight.
He took his lips from mine. "Ok, everyone!" he called out. "We're ready!"
I heard the door behind me open, and a number of people came into the room. There were heavy footsteps and light footsteps, and I wondered through shaky breaths who he'd managed to convince to come. There were some whispers from behind me, and a giggle that could have belonged to any woman I knew.
"Who'd you decide was going first?" Martin asked. There was some shuffling, and someone large climbed onto the futon behind me. It creaked under the extra weight as I felt big hands wrap around me. Fingers fumbled at the buttons on my so-recently-retired cheerleader uniform top; it could have been my imagination, but they seemed as shaky as I was.
"It's ok," I whispered, hoping my support would frighten off any second thoughts. I didn't want cold feet sunder the agreement between Martin and I; both because of my own pride and because of how much I loved him.
The fingers seemed to regain their confidence, and I felt the cool basement air on my flesh as my top was opened. A round of soft nervous chuckles and giggles filled the room; this would be the first time any of them had seen my tits (if the guest list was adhered to), even Martin. While they weren't enormous, I knew they looked big on my small frame.
The hands cupped my breasts and squeezed, gently at first. A sigh escaped my lips and I could feel the moisture building quickly between my legs. My sigh inspired my soon-to-be lover and he squeezed harder and trapped my hard nipples between his fingers.
"Are you watching, Martin?" I gasped.
"I'm watching, Flor," Martin said from somewhere to my left. I smiled.
I felt lips caress my neck and I exhaled sharply, leaning my head to the side to give him more access. He sucked hard on my skin as he played with my tits, and each second dragged into an eternity as my body responded as nature intended.
"Any way you want," Martin said. "She's all ours tonight."
There was a pause, a moment of silence, and then Martin spoke again. "They want to know you're really sure, Flor."
"I'm sure," I said, my voice less stable than I'd heard it being in my mind. "I want this."
And it was true. My body was already, perversely, on fire. "Please," I added.
The hands left my chest, and unzipped my skirt. Goosebumps rose on my bare asscheeks.
I felt one large palm press against my back, pushing me softly but inexorably onto my stomach. I shifted forward so I was off my knees as I complied, laying myself prone against the mattress. A weight shifted over top of me; the man covering me was tall, heavy, and muscular; even without the ropes I would have been helplessly pinned beneath him.
I opened my legs, trying not to show how desperate I really was inside.
A woman's laugh floated to my ear: "Careful, Cal, you'll fucking break her." Even without the name, I could have guessed that the huge man pushing me down, with the head of his hard cock grazing against my thigh, was my dad's younger brother, Uncle Cal. That helped me place the other voice as well: Aunt Carrie. I'd never thought about Aunt Carrie naked before, but now I wondered if she was; she was almost as tall as Uncle Cal, with dark hair, broad shoulders and big breasts that had made me insanely jealous back when I was developing teenager.
I wondered if she'd be taking a turn, or if she just wanted to watch her husband fuck his niece. I wondered if she was playing with herself right now. I wondered who else was playing with themselves.
I smiled, knowing my brother was watching, probably stroking himself, as our uncle placed his cock against my pussy, his arms and body holding me down. "Yes, please," I groaned. I would make this the best show my brother would ever see in his life.
Uncle Cal took his wife's words to heart, and pushed his thick cock slowly into me; my pussy lips gripped him tight and we moaned together as he felt me from the inside for the first time.
"Is this ok?" he whispered in my ear.
I nodded and pushed my ass back against him. "Please fuck me, Uncle Cal," I gasped.
