An Anniversary Party To Remember

The night of my parents’ 30th wedding anniversary was definitely one that nobody in my family will ever forget. I can’t think of any other way to begin this story than to begin when I arrived at their house for dinner. My brother and I had both been invited to Mum and Dad’s house that Friday night with strict instructions to dress nicely, because Mum was going to be cooking us one of her roast lamb dinners to mark the anniversary. So yeah, at the very least we knew we were guaranteed a delicious dinner. For this special occasion, I chose a long, royal purple dress with a deep v-neck and a little bit of back exposure. I felt really guilty when I bought it (for more than $200), but looking at it when I was wearing it that evening, I knew I’d done the right thing purchasing it. The neckline really showed off my cleavage without looking trashy, and the purple contrasted well with my dark and curly mermaid hair (you know, hair long enough to cover your boobs).
I got to the house at about 7:30 that night, apparently 15 minutes later than my brother, Matt. When I rang the doorbell, it seemed to take a little bit longer for Dad to open the door, and after I came inside, I found out why. He locked the deadbolt on the door behind me, something I’d never seen him do in all my years of living in that house. He explained that there had been a number of break-ins in their neighbourhood lately, so they weren’t taking any chances. Sure, fine, whatever. I gave Dad a little kiss on the lips, wishing him a happy anniversary.
“Thanks honey, and thanks for coming tonight.” He turned to face the rest of the house. “Rachel’s here, everyone,” he called out. I took a second to appreciate what good taste my Dad had in suits. I’m one of those girls who thinks that any guy can look great in a suit, but somehow Dad always manages to look exceptionally good, always choosing suits that compliment his lean physique. His blue silk tie really highlighted his deep blue eyes. Describing my Dad’s look, he’s got a fair few grey hairs, is quite built thanks to his job as a builder, and has the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen on a guy in his 50s. Unlike Mum, my brother and I, Dad is the only member of our family not of Italian descent, but he’s so tanned from working outside all the time that he actually does look like he has a darkened complexion like the rest of us. And as I glanced at the family portrait hanging in the hall, I was randomly struck by how alike my brother and I looked to our parents.
Mum stepped out of the lounge room and said her hellos to me, and we exchanged quick cheek-pecks, and again I congratulated them. She looked really nice in her black skirt, stockings and forest green satiny shirt. Her olive skin was looking especially nice tonight, and I only pray that my skin looks as good as Mum’s when I’m in my 50s. Mum playfully pulled Dad’s face towards her and gave him a deep, passionate kiss on the mouth. They even opened their mouths a little. Now, I’m no prude, and my family have always been affectionate, but that was something else entirely. At the time, I just dismissed it as them being exceptionally …celebratory for their anniversary, and then tried to get the image out of my head with little luck. My parents led me to the lounge room, where Matt was sitting in his favourite spot on the couch.
“Hey Rach,” he greeted me, not getting up. I was pleasantly surprised to see Matt wearing something that wasn’t a t-shirt and jeans; tonight he wore a grey/silver long-sleeve button up shirt and black dress pants. Sure, his hair was still shaggy thanks to the same dark curls as I’m blessed/cursed with, but somehow it worked, I don’t know why. Maybe because that was the best way I could still tell that this dressy and stylish 27 year old was still my crazy older brother.
We all sat down while we waited for dinner, which only had about 20 more minutes in the oven, and what we discussed isn’t especially relevant or interesting – the weather, how everyone’s work had been going, y’know, all that awkward chit-chat you’re cursed with at the start of any family gathering. The meal itself was fantastic. Mum’s a natural when it comes to cooking baked meals, and that night she’d outdone herself. The vegetables were cooked to perfection, and the lamb was well-done (as I like it) but still moist and tender. The conversations over dinner were much more relaxed and light-hearted, thankfully. We’d been sitting and chatting at the dining room table for about 10 minutes when Dad spoke up.
“Now, k**s, I’m not sure when your mother had planned on mentioning this, but I’m sick of waiting. No offence, my love.” Mum jokingly rolled her eyes, and Dad continued. “So, as you’re both aware, tonight is our 30th anniversary, and in addition to this wonderful meal that your Mum cooked, we both had one more way to kind of say ‘Thank you and we love you.'”
Matt and I exchanged looks that were a cross between confused, intrigued and anxious.
Dad continued. “We were wanting to do something really special, and it might seem a bit strange at first, but please, just hear us out.” I noticed that his hands had started to tremble a little, a very rare sight with my father. “We thought that the perfect way to celebrate tonight would be to, to have sex …as a family.”
I can’t even remember breathing for the next few minutes. It was so quiet you could hear the grass growing outside before Matt broke the silence. “Ha! Good one, Dad. Christ, you had me going there.”
“It’s not a joke, Matthew,” Mum replied. “Look, we’ve always been a fairly open family, right? We never hid our love and affection from you. And I think that’s made us a closer family, and it’s made you k**s a lot more open about sex than a lot of other people your age.” She paused, like someone who’s forgotten their line in a play. They’d clearly rehearsed this. “What’s the one thing we’ve always told you about sex? Sex is the ultimate expression of love between people. Tonight, this was our idea to show both of you just how much we love you, and that we’re so happy we’re still so close to you after all these years.”
Honestly, I think my soul had left my body by this point. I could hear everything they were saying, but they sounded miles away, and I could almost see myself watching this scene unfolding as I floated away to somewhere less insane.
“That- that actually makes a lot of sense. Strange as it is to admit,” Matt confessed. “And it might just be because I haven’t had a girlfriend in almost a month, but, uh, yeah, you guys have sold me on the idea. Never thought I’d say that, but yeah, it sounds like the perfect way to spend tonight.”
That brought me back down, fast. “What? Jesus, Matt, you can’t be serious!”
He nodded; he was serious.
“This is just… just beyond messed up, you guys. You’re talking about having sex with your own family members, like it’s a sensible alternative to going out to a French restaurant! What the fuck is wrong with everyone?!” I tried to keep my voice down, but all the blood rushing to my impossibly red face made it impossible to keep my emotions in check. I wanted nothing more than to run out of the house, hop into my car and cut my family out of my life, but knew that was impossible. That goddamn deadbolt on the front door…never have I felt more trapped than I did at that moment. Recent break-ins, my ass. They knew I was going to act like this and so they were keeping me held hostage until I had sex with them.
“Rachel, honey, you’re talking like we haven’t given this any thought at all.” Dad tried calming me down. “Your mother and I have been looking at the pros and cons for months now, really thinking this over. Believe me, it wasn’t an easy decision, but it’s the one that meant most to us.”
“Honestly, darling, not even we know where this idea came from,” Mum admitted. “We both kind of danced around bringing it up with the other one, and when it all finally came out, it felt like – what’s the word? – serendipity or something. It was like we knew it was meant to be. I don’t mind telling you, we had some, um, pretty intense relations once we’d talked about it with each other.”
“Great, that’s what I need to hear, more talk about you two thinking disgusting thoughts about me and my brother.”
“Okay, so that probably wasn’t the best thing to mention right now,” she conceded. “Look, let’s just, the two of us, go to the study and talk about this privately, all right? The boys can clean the table, please?” She looked to Dad, who nodded his willful agreement. Mum headed to the study, not bothering to check whether or not I was moving.

***

As Matthew and Dad started gathering up all the plates, I sighed loudly and wearily walked to the study, closing the door behind me. Mum was in the big chair, and motioned for me to have a seat in the crappy chair we kept in there for some unknown reason. “I’m sorry you feel this way, Rachel, I really do. Obviously your father and I disagree with you; we truly think that sex is the perfect way to show you and Matthew our appreciation for everything you’ve done as members of this family. That said, I do want to stress that nobody wants you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable, or anything that you don’t want to do. I’ve already told your father that I won’t be doing any lesbian stuff, or anal or anything like that, and I bet that you probably don’t want to either. And I know your dad doesn’t want to do anything with your brother, so you don’t have to be worried about that.”
I pretended to mull over what Mum was trying to say, then offered my incredibly tactful rebuttal. “Fine, how about this: I don’t want to be part of some fucking i****t orgy. Did you honestly think it was a matter of whether or not I’d have to do ‘lesbian stuff’? You’re still my parents, and Matt’s still my brother. Jesus, why can’t you understand why I’m saying no?”
“I do understand, Rachel, I really do. If your grandparents had tried something like this with me, I probably would have left the state. But I’m not my mother, and this family is nothing like my family; we all truly love each other. Don’t we?” Not a rhetorical question.
Despite everything, I couldn’t bring myself to deny that. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Especially before this talk of orgies.”
“I’m ignoring that for now. But you love all of us, just as we really do love you. Not meaning to repeat myself, but you do believe what we do, about sex being the truest and purest expression of love?”
“I guess. Yeah, sure, I do think that. It’s just-“
“Rachel, I’m only going to say this once, so you need to listen to me, okay? Without you and your brother, I don’t think that this marriage would have lasted. I’m not going to go into all the reasons, but it essentially amounts to your Dad and I getting married too young and basing our relationship entirely on the physical attraction. We didn’t really know each other properly, and I’d say another year without k**s and we would have divorced. But then I had little Matthew, and things started looking up once again. Then we had you soon after, and our world seemed so perfect once again.
“So, to your father and I, the only way we could truly celebrate our 30 years together would be to share every aspect of our relationship with the most beautiful, amazing, special and loved people in our lives: You and Matthew. And this time, you definitely can’t say we’re rushing into the physical side of things, because we waited 27 years before doing anything like this.
“Also, I’ve only got one more thing to say on the matter, then I’m going to leave you alone, okay? All I ask is that you give this idea of ours a try, and if you honestly hate it, you can leave. Forever. You never have to speak to any of us again. That’s how strongly I believe this is the right move for our family: I’m willing to lose my only daughter forever if she doesn’t feel closer to us after having sex.”
Once again, I had no words. Mum’s words definitely felt a lot less rehearsed now; what she told me sounded more real and honest than anything else I’d heard all night. “Look, I’ll think about it, okay? I mean, I’ll seriously think about it. Just, I need to go to the toilet. Hopefully it’s not deadbolted.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing, just saying how I felt trapped here when Dad locked the deadbolt on the front door when I got here. And how there’d better not be one on the toilet door, that’s all.”
“If there’s one thing you picked up from your father, Rachel, it’s his sarcasm. But no, there’s no deadbolt on the damn toilet, and there really have been break-ins lately: Tony and Roberta Black had their car stolen about a week ago. Your Dad locking the door had nothing to do with our plans for tonight. Anyway, go to the toilet. We’ll be around.”
I was almost through the doorway when Mum said my name.
“Yes?”
“I love you.” Genuine.
“I love you too, Mum.” I have no idea whether or not I sounded genuine; at that point I couldn’t care less.

***

After I peed, I washed my hands in the bathroom and made eye contact with myself in the mirror. The evening’s events swirled around in my mind as I tried to process everything that had occurred. At least my dress still looked good. Irrelevant and vain, Rachel. Focus on your family. Why are they all so on board with the idea? Why was I somehow the odd one out for not wanting to commit i****t, for fuck’s sake? Did I look like the kind of girl who would willingly have sex with her brother and her father? Is there only one kind of girl who would do that? Or would there be dozens of types of girls who perform all sorts of taboo acts, all for different reasons?
Did Dad look like the kind of man who would have sex with his daughter? Did Matt look like the kind of guy who would have sex with his mother and sister? Did Mum look like the kind of woman who would have sex with her son? The answer, of course, was no. Nobody “looks like” they would have sex with a certain type of person, you idiot. And there’s no one “type” of person who would commit such a taboo act any more than there’s one “type” of person who drinks or smokes or does d**gs or has sex with strangers. And what they were proposing was a lot less dangerous than any of those; at least I knew these people.
Jesus, Rachel, did you honestly just compare this favourably to one night stands and binge drinking? Apparently, yes, I did. And remember, Mum did give you the option of cutting yourself off from them if you didn’t like it. Plus, you’re single so you wouldn’t be cheating on anyone, and you wouldn’t be ruining any marriages, since both Mum and Dad want this thing to happen…
“Oh fuck,” I muttered to my reflection. Without even realising it, apparently I had talked myself into fucking my family. I quickly dried my trembling hands and returned to my family, who were appropriately gathered in the family room, evidently anxious for my decision. Dad was in his favourite armchair that faces the TV, Mum was in the other single-seater that faced at an angle between the TV and the three-seater, where Matt was sitting on the end. “So, uh, I’ve thought about it, and…” I sighed. “I don’t know why, but I’m willing to at least try to go along with this insanity.”
Mum sighed with relief. Dad smiled broadly and assured me I’d made the right decision, and that I wouldn’t regret it. Matt thrust his fist in the air like Bender in The Breakfast Club and cheered. At least he had a sense of humour about the situation. Later, he told me that he and Dad had placed bets as to whether I would come back, or escape through the bathroom window. I took my seat on the other end of the lounge closer to Dad’s chair, leaving an empty seat between Matt and I.
“So, before we do anything else,” Dad said once everybody had gotten over the shock of my return, “we need to discuss some pretty important things, namely contraception and STDs. I know your mother and I are clear, but you k**s, well… you’re from a different generation, so if you could please tell us: Do we need to be worried or take any precautions?”
For once in my life, I decided to answer first. “No, I’m- I’m clean, and I’ve been on the pill since I was 15, as I’m sure everyone knows. Matt?”
“No, I’m all good, got tested a month ago, got the all clear down there.” Matt was a bit of a man-whore, but it was a relief to know that he wasn’t stupid about his sluttiness.
“Great, I’m proud to hear you’re both responsible in that regard,” Dad beamed. I never would’ve thought that our sex life could bring my Dad such pride. “Anyway, your mother’s too embarrassed to admit this, but I think it’s important-“
“Oh, Thomas, don’t-” Mum pleaded.
“Michelle, it needs to be said. Your Mum has reached menopause, so there’s no risk of pregnancies here, so, uh …go nuts, I guess, Matthew.” Mum was mortified, hiding her face in her hands.
Matt was clearly unprepared to hear Dad encouraging him to cum inside Mum, but who can blame him? Perhaps the full reality of what was soon happening hadn’t quite hit him before that moment. “Thanks. I’ll, um, take that into consideration.”
Dad broke the incredibly awkward silence, forever a man with a plan. “As for what happens next, your mother and I hadn’t exactly talked that far ahead, but if I could make a suggestion?” Mum nodded, I shrugged, and Matt gave the thumbs up. “If it’s okay with the k**s, I think it’d make sense for you and I to start together, Michelle, and then we swap partners after some point?”
“Sure thing, honey. Sounds like a plan to me.”
Dad had a point. “Well, it is your anniversary,” I said. God, I certainly hoped I’d loosen up once we’d actually started. Like with everything else in life, the beginning of a family orgy is the most difficult part.
“So I guess it’s you and me, Rach. And can I just say quickly, you look fucking incredible in that dress.” Matt had such a beautiful way with words.
“Do I?” Damn it, I could feel my face burning up once again; I’ve never been comfortable taking compliments. “Thanks, Matt. And you really do look great in that shirt; who’d’ve thought you’d scrub up so nicely?” I winked at him. Hey, I never said I was the world’s best flirt, either. He laughed, somehow impressed by my embarrassingly awful attempt at flattery.

***

Mum made her way over to Dad and, sitting sideways in his lap, my parents officially kicked off their anniversary party. They kissed, starting off relatively chaste, opening their mouths a little. Over time, they got more and more into it; soon their mouths were open wide, and their tongues were dancing in each other’s mouth. Matt and I stared at them. I don’t know what was going through his mind, but I was in shock. At this point in my life, I’d never even seen porn, let alone watched two people actually ramping up, getting ready to have sex. So watching my parents making out with such passion, Dad groping Mum’s butt and boobs, was unlike anything I’d ever imagined. I wouldn’t describe it as a turn on exactly, but at any rate I was transfixed.
My brother and I sat in silence as we watched Dad unbutton Mum’s top and throw it to the floor while never removing his lips from hers. Mum followed suit, undoing Dad’s tie and shirt, then her own bra. Once Mum threw her black, lacy bra onto the ground, I must confess I was surprised by how nice her breasts were for a woman in her mid-50s, who’d breastfed two k**s. They were still quite springy, and not very saggy at all.
I felt movement on the lounge as Matt shifted over towards me and removed his shoes and socks. “Nervous as I am, I guess we should probably shouldn’t just sit here and watch our parents fucking, huh?” he proposed.
It took me a moment to actually register what Matt was proposing. “Oh, right. Yeah, I guess not. Sorry, I just… I have no idea how to act in this sort of situation, sorry.”
“Rach, it’s my first time doing anything like this either, so don’t worry, I’m with you – this is the last thing I thought I’d be doing tonight. But, how about a shoulder rub? You look so fucking tense I’m worried your heart’s going to give out.”
Weirdest night of my life or not, I can never say no to a shoulder massage. I kicked off my high heels, sat forward on the lounge, and Matt sat behind me, his legs either side of me. He took his watch off and placed it by the side of the lounge with his shoes. His warm hands quickly started work on my shoulders… which were pretty damn tight, actually. “That’s not bad, y’know,” I confessed.
We stayed that way for a little while, our gazes once again fixed on our horny parents. By this point, Dad was down to his dark green cotton briefs, his erection impossible to deny. Mum was also down to her underpants, her skirt long since removed. For those who care, her lacy black satin panties matched the bra she had been wearing. Her back to Matt and I, Mum hooked her thumbs into her underpants and slid them down her legs. Matt clearly enjoyed the show, because immediately after, he grinded his crotch against my back without even realising he’d done so.
I turned back to him, “Wow, thanks. My shoulders feel much better now.”
“So…want to turn and face this way, Rach?”
Not really, but I’d committed to at least trying to participate. So I stood up, and as I did so, Matt also took the opportunity to shift position on the lounge. He was now lying sideways on the lounge, looking up and down at me, apparently enjoying the look of my figure in my dress. Reading his position and his intention, I took my cue and climbed onto the lounge, his body now underneath mine as I straddled my older brother’s body. In the background, Dad’s cock had just entered my Mum for the first time that night. Neither Matt or I saw it, however. A never-ending parade of “What the fuck am I doing?” marched through my head. I did my best to block it out. For the first time that night, I took the lead.
Now, I don’t know how many people reading this will be able to relate to how I felt at this moment, but I’ll try my best to say what it was like. When I touched my lips to his, my mind was revolted by what my body was doing, but my body responded with unreserved delight. I both loved and hated the kiss. My brain wanted me to run as far and fast as I could, but my physical side just wanted Matt’s lips and more. I felt a warm tingling between my legs, and I broke the kiss, my body eager to start our second. Matt moaned in pleasure; he was clearly nowhere near as conflicted as me. I felt his hands on my back, holding me in a lover’s embrace, pulling my body down closer to his. Again, my body was more than happy with this situation, while I had to fight as hard as I could to ignore the “This is wrong” pleading that was bouncing around in my head. I told myself, “You’re doing this because you owe these people your entire life; apparently tonight the least you can do is let them fuck you. And, honestly, it’s been a little too long, hasn’t it? Beggars can’t be choosers, Rachel…” Yes, I can be a real bitch to myself.
Matt tried to use his tongue to open my mouth, but I pulled away. “No tongue, Matt. Sorry, I just… Just not yet, okay?” Tongue’s never been something I’ve really enjoyed, and tonight especially it was enough to make me listen to my brain’s objections.
“No tongue. Got it.” He smiled at me, doing his best to go above and beyond the definition of a loving brother.
I kissed him again. Despite everything, it was actually getting easier. His lips were warm and inviting. His carefully maintained stubble added just that little bit of prickle, enough to tickle but not enough to scratch or irritate my lips. Whatever he was wearing (cologne, aftershave or deodorant) smelled sweet and slightly intoxicating, like it was specially made to fill me with desire. His hands caressed my back, occasionally stopping to rest on my butt cheeks. I can’t remember who started it (perhaps we both started at the same time), but soon I realised we were grinding our crotches together, well on our way to dry humping each other. His erection was undeniable; so hard, thrusting into my pubic bone. By this point I was so horny, I honestly didn’t care it was my brother who was dry humping me in full view of our parents. Speaking of whom: Mum and Dad watched us slowly lose our inhibitions and give in to our lust while they fucked in the reverse cowgirl position. In the few brief glimpses I gave their way, I was disappointed to find that I could barely see Dad’s cock, since it was buried so deep inside Mum. She keeps her pubic hair very neatly trimmed into a little triangle. Even from across the room, I could see she was wet, her juices coating the base of Dad’s cock, glistening in the room’s light. She slid up and down on her husband’s cock with the motions of a woman who knows what a man wants, and just how and when to give it to him. The room was filled with the sounds of our parents’ groans, moans, panting and thrusting.
Matt’s wandering hands eventually gave in and started to unzip my dress. I couldn’t believe it – I was actually relieved. Having my older brother undo my dress took the pressure off me having to make the next move, I guess. Once he’d undone my zipper all the way, I sat up and, as he slid my dress off my shoulders, I was overcome with the need to unbutton Matt’s nice dressy shirt. My brother has a really nice torso. He’s naturally slim, and our Italian heritage means it looks like he’s always got a nice healthy tan. His chest hair is quite sparse, really only a little tuft in the middle of his chest, some around his nipples and a reasonable snail trail that started below his belly button. For a guy of Italian descent, it was actually quite surprising to see Matt had so little body hair. But, like his shaggy hair and light stubble, it worked for him.
While I kissed his chest a few times, Matt unhooked my bra with well-practiced ease. Shocked at my own eagerness, I helped him remove it and threw it away, since that seemed to be the only way to get rid of clothes that night. My Italian heritage has blessed me with an almost perfectly symmetrical pair of C-cup breasts, my olive skin painting my nipples a light brown. By this point, I was feeling quite randy, and my erect nipples were broadcasting this fact to everyone.
“Fuck, Rach! Your tits look amazing,” Matt informed me.
“Really? Um, thanks, I guess.” I could feel my face burning up again.
“He’s not k**ding, babe,” Dad grunted from underneath Mum’s bouncing body. “You’re incredibly beautiful.”
I mumbled my thanks, then stood up from the lounge to keep undressing myself when my dress simply fell to my feet. Matt unbuckled his pants and took them off while still lying down. Inspired by Mum’s earlier show, I turned to face Matt while my back was to my fucking parents. I hooked my thumbs into my sky blue hipster briefs and slowly pulled them down my legs. Then it hit me: Not only was I now standing totally naked in front of my entire family, but I was stripping down to have sex with my brother. And then my father. No matter how turned on I was, it was still a genuinely terrifying thought. My hands started to tremble. Panic spread over my face. “Oh God, what am I doing?!”
Mum and Dad stopped. Matt sat up, visibly concerned. “Rachel? Are you okay, honey?” Mum asked.
“Sit down, Rach. Here, cover up with my shirt, it’ll be okay,” Matt offered, removing his shirt.
I sat down and clutched his shirt to my chest. “I’m sorry, everybody. I really was enjoying that there for a bit, but… But seriously, this is just too fucking weird to get over just like that. “
Dad, his cock still inside my mother, answered me. “I just want to say that I’m proud of you for getting this far, honey. You made it really clear tonight that you were against this whole orgy idea, but you were so brave to stick around and help us celebrate our love. I can understand if you want to leave and never see us again, but-“
Mum continued his thought “-but, sweetie, there’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of here tonight. You’re a beautiful young woman, and you’re an essential part of this amazing family we have here. Now, tell us honestly, what stopped you from continuing just now?”
“I don’t know exactly. I just freaked out about the fact that I was suddenly naked in front of everyone, and that I was actually seriously planning on having sex with Matt and Dad.”
“That’s understandable, Rach,” Matt consoled. “Now, I think I speak for all of us when I say that I love you and you’re incredibly brave for making it this far with us. But let me ask you something. You’ve made it this far, right?”
“Yeah…”
“And are you proud of yourself for letting go of your inhibitions enough to strip off with the intention of following through with me and Dad?”
“Um… I guess, kind of?”
“So, do you really want to risk all that confidence you’ve gained now by chickening out and possibly regretting that for the rest of your life? You’re all about experiencing new things; even if it’s not for 50 more years, but I guarantee you’ll come to wish you had followed through, if only to say that you had the courage to do so.”
“So, have sex with you and Dad, or regret chickening out; is that what it really boils down to?”
“I know you, Rach, and I know that eventually, that’s what you’ll boil it down to. This is just like when you didn’t get to meet Justin Timberlake because you were too scared to say anything to him.”
Matt said he knows me, but I know him just as well. Earlier in the night, I would’ve been cynical and said that he was just wanting to get laid, but I apparently learned a great deal about life in that short space of time. I could tell he was being genuine; he really didn’t want to see his little sister grow up to regret chickening out on another once-in-a-lifetime experience. “I’m sorry. You’re right, Matt. You’re all right. I can’t chicken out now, we’ve come so far in such a short time. I love you all so much, and I’m determined to show you just how much.” I dropped Matt’s shirt back onto the floor, and turned to face him on the lounge again. “I…want you inside me,” I confessed. “I do.” For once, I didn’t feel stupid saying such a dirty, cliched line. He lay back down on the couch, and I resumed my earlier position on top of him, only this time there was nothing between our naked bodies. He pulled me close and kissed me. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and used it to spread his mouth wide. He quickly responded, and I welcomed his tongue into my own mouth. I could still taste Mum’s delicious baked lamb on his tongue, but I didn’t care; I was enjoying the feeling of his hot, wet, soft tongue playing in my mouth.
My breasts pressed into Matt’s chest, his hands softly caressed and massaged my ass. I could feel his erection, hard and throbbing and wet at the tip, pressing against my thigh. His cock was wet, but my pussy was wetter. I couldn’t stand it any longer; I needed my brother’s cock inside me. Without breaking our kiss, I shifted and was able to position myself above his cock. He let go of my ass with one hand and held his cock in place while I wriggled myself around while my pussy found the tip of his cock. I slid down onto my brother’s hot, hard, forbidden cock and he thrust upwards, driving himself hard and deep inside my moist, wanting, freshly-waxed womanhood. Compared to this, our first kiss was nothing. My body ignited with delight while my mind almost shut down in shock – “What are you fucking doing?! That’s your brother!” This time, a second voice joined in. “I know, and that’s what makes it so fucking hot.” I broke our kiss to let out an involuntary gasp-moan of pure pleasure. Apparently driven on by the forbidden, taboo nature of the physical expression of my love for my brother, I started fucking his cock, bouncing up and down on it like my life depended on it. Matt responded in kind, moaning loudly as he thrust in and out of me with an ever-quickening pace.
Occasionally, I’d glance quickly over to see what our parents thought of the show their c***dren were putting on. They were both smiling with big stupid grins on their faces, so mesmerised by our display that they had stopped fucking each other. That drove me even more wild; my brother and I had managed to wrestle the attention away from this couple who’d been so focused on each other they’d almost forgotten we were here.
I’ll be honest: A lot of random stuff went through my head as I rode my brother’s cock. I kept having flashbacks to my c***dhood – I remembered the time that Matt got into a fight with big k**s who were picking on me, then there was the time he took the blame for me when I dinted Dad’s new car, then there was the time I snuck him into the house when he’d been out drinking u******e, and all those times I happily did all of his art homework projects for school. Reflecting on those times, I had to agree with what Mum and Dad had always told us – sex really is the ultimate way for people to express their love. With that in mind, I tightened my pussy around his rock hard cock and arched my back to let him watch or hold my breasts as Matt and I demonstrated how much we loved each other.
Matt grabbed my boobs with both hands, moaning “Oh fuck” over and over. He fucked me faster and faster, but soon it got to be too much for him. “I’m gonna cum, Rach.”
“Do it, Matt,” I cried. I’d never wanted to feel anyone cum inside me more than I wanted Matt to at that moment. “Shoot inside me, Matt.”
I felt his cock swell and swell before finally, my brother’s hot semen was exploding inside me. My womb was filled with his warmth, load after load. He groaned and shuddered hard, almost convulsing with orgasmic delight. A solid 20 seconds of cumming later, he released his tight grip on my boobs and lay back, relaxing on the lounge. I told Matt how much I loved him, then I thanked him over and over.
“But Rach, you didn’t even cum,” he observed once he’d regained his breath.
“I know. I was thanking you for convincing me that this was the right thing to do.” I kissed his lips gently, trying to show this was a “real” kiss instead of the “horny” kisses earlier. “Besides, you’ve got all night to make me cum.”
“We don’t need all night. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready again.”
“I’m sorry, I really have to speak up now,” Mum interrupted. “Sorry, Rachel, I can’t let you have all the fun with Matt. And I can think of a good way to help him get ready again.”
“So…we swap now; is that it, Mum?” Like I said, multiple partner sex etiquette isn’t exactly my strongest field.
“Yes, sweetie,” Dad reassured me. Mum got off Dad’s lap, and I similarly slid off my brother’s cock. As I did so, some of Matt’s cum sipped out of me and onto the carpet with a hard, wet slap.
“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, Mum.” I was mortified.
“Don’t worry about it, Rachel. The amount of times that’s happened to me…” she shot me a cheeky grin. “If it stains too badly, we’ll just get the carpet cleaned. Now, onto more important matters.” She motioned for Matt to sit up straight on the lounge, and Mum immediately dropped to her knees and started sucking his soft cock. The fact that Matt was still covered with my juices didn’t seem to concern my mother, which I found strange based on her earlier “No lesbian stuff” comments. Matt just sat there, groaning and telling her repeatedly how good it felt.
I approached Dad more nervously. Thanks to his solid physique, Dad can look pretty intimidating when he wants to, and even sometimes when he doesn’t want to. This was one of those times. He was sitting in his armchair, hands on the arms, his hairy chest looking roughly 8 feet wide, his erection standing straight and proud. He and Matt are pretty similar in that department; the only real difference being that Matt is uncircumcised but Dad has been. Each type of cock has its pros and cons, but now isn’t the time to discuss that.
“It’s okay, sweetie, we don’t have to jump in right away,” he smiled. Thankfully that made him look less intimidating, and I stepped right next to his chair.
“No? Oh good. I was just going to ask if we could take it a bit slower than them,” I admitted, pointing to Mum and Matt, who was well on his way to being rock hard again.
“Works for me.” He clapped his hands on his thighs; the universal sign for “Come sit on my lap.”
Again following my mother, I sat down sideways across my Dad’s lap for the first time since I was a k**. My legs dangled off one of the sides of the chair. Dad’s hard cock rested against the side of my thigh, no doubt eager to be in-between my legs rather than resting outside of them. Dad cuddled me, thanking me for staying tonight, once again telling me how proud he was.
I thanked him, then admitted, “This is such an amazing and supportive family, I’m so happy you and Mum chose to make me a part of it. Thank you, Dad; I love you.”
He loves me too. “Now, I’m sorry to push us along a little, but I think we should probably try to catch up to them pretty soon, don’t you?” He indicated to Mum and Matt. Mum was lying on the floor, and Matt was getting into position on top of her, almost ready to start fucking her.
“You’re right, Dad, but… Do you mind if we watch for a little bit? I’m curious; I didn’t get much of a chance to watch the show you and Mum put on.”
“If that’s what you want, honey, sure. Let’s watch your mother fuck your brother.”
Matt was kneeling down, Mum was on her back with her legs elevated. He had just finished briefly licking her pussy lips and was now getting ready to enter her when Dad and I started watching. Matt was using his thumb to rub Mum’s clit while they expressed their love/lust. She was softly moaning with delight, her large D-cup breasts swaying and bouncing as she ground her pussy against her son’s big, eager cock. Matt later described the feeling of entering Mum’s pussy as being like “coming home”, a concept I find equal parts gross, fitting, arousing and confusing.
As Dad and I watched the rest of our family pleasuring each other, his hands started slowly exploring my body. One hand rubbed my back while the other explored the front of my chest. He’d make his way down from my neck to the flat of my chest, down to my right breast, then the left, squeezing each one and swirling his thumb around my nipples. Then he’d trace one finger slowly down to my belly button and back up to my neck again. I’d never had anything like it done to me before, but its slow, deliberate sensuality really turned me on. His hand did a couple of laps before he finally ventured south of my belly button. I felt my father’s hand down there, and I spread my legs for him. He kissed my neck while he slowly, deliberately started massaging my clit back and forth. I softly moaned “Dad…”
Mum was getting close to orgasm now – her pleasure-filled breathing was growing quicker and quicker, her cheeks were glowing red, and her light brown nipples were as hard as Matt’s cock. He was rubbing Mum’s clit furiously now, very eager to make her cum. Dad started softly sucking at my neck while he increased the speed and pressure of his fingers down on my clit. He seemed to know exactly what I needed when I needed it; it was a welcome change from having to tell guys how to pleasure me properly.
My eyes were still fixated on my brother’s cock thrusting in and out of our mother’s neatly-trimmed pussy. So horny and emboldened from watching them, I reached down and grabbed Dad’s own throbbing member. As I started massaging and rubbing the cock that had filled my Mum’s pussy up to help make me and my brother, I found myself thinking that everybody should get the chance to thank their parents for everything the way that Matt and I were. Your parents are literally responsible for your entire existence; what better way to thank them than to experience the ultimate expression of love with them?
Dad’s cock jumped happily at my touch, and I stroked it gently, getting faster and faster as Dad rubbed my clit faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was getting close to having my first i****t-induced orgasm. The feeling was only intensified as I watched Mum on the brink of cumming herself. Before long, Mum finally had her release. She practically screamed Matt’s name as she convulsed, cumming hard while her son continued to rub her clit and pump his cock in and out of her pussy. If I had to guess, I’d say that her orgasm lasted almost a minute non-stop. Just when she was coming down from her orgasm, I was blindsided by my own. I was so distracted watching Mum cumming on Matt’s cock, I didn’t realise just how hard and fast Dad was rubbing my clit. “Oh fuck!” I cried louder than I’d ever cried out during sex. An explosion radiated out from my clit to my entire body, sending my head flying back so I was staring at the ceiling while pleasure racked my body. I could feel my pussy contracting, pushing out all of Matt’s cum. I felt my breasts bounce uncontrollably as I shuddered with the force of the orgasm Dad’s magic fingers had given me. My hand grabbed his cock hard, squeezing it and jacking it without even realising I was doing so. Like mother like daughter, my orgasm lasted about a non-stop minute as well.
When I finally felt in control of myself again, I asked Dad if I could hop out of the chair for a second. I didn’t really wait for an answer, however; I was out before he could answer. Just like my mother again, I got down on my knees in front of Dad’s arm chair, my head between his legs.
I held my father’s cock still in one hand and lowered my head closer and closer to his dick. His pubic hair was, like Matt’s completely untrimmed, making his cock look like a giant purple-headed tree surrounded by a black shrubby forest. His crotched smelled incredible – along with the distant-yet-pleasant smell of sweat that he always had from working so hard, his pubes smelled strongly of his favourite musky cologne. The natural smell of Dad’s hard-working sweat mingled with his cologne and once again I felt almost intoxicated with lust by how a man in my family smelled.
I started my first ever blowjob on a family member by licking the sticky clear precum from his big purple tip clockwise. It tasted salty-sweet, and I swallowed it without hesitation. Then I licked in a continuous line from the underside of his tip down his shaft and down to his balls. I’d never paid much attention to a guy’s balls before, but decided there was no time like the present. I sucked the loose skin of his ball sack into my mouth, and I was surprised at how springy it was. So I played with it for a while, pulling it into my mouth and letting it spring back. Then I focused on his balls, licking them one at a time and sucking them into my mouth. He moaned with pleasure and caressed the top of my head lovingly.
Eventually I decided to lick my way up to his head again. I wrapped my lips around my father’s big, wet cock head and started to slide my mouth up and down on the dick of the man who’d raised me – the dick that had made me. He groaned happily while I bobbed up and down, my tongue pressed against his cock, my lips locked tight around his shaft. Behind me, I could hear Mum and Matt fucking hard and fast, their bodies making wet slapping sounds when they made contact at the peak of a thrust. By my count, Mum had cum about another 3 times (once by Matt’s hand and twice by her own) since our simultaneous orgasm. Mum was making noises like a tennis player, and Matt was almost always making a constant deep moan of delight. Their noises, combined with the taste, smell and sight of my Dad’s huge cock and rugged naked body, pushed my arousal to the next level. I made a few more passes up and down Dad’s cock before I released it from my mouth, and stared up into his brilliant blue eyes. I simply said, “I’m ready if you are.”
I had thought we’d just do it in the chair like he and Mum had been doing, but Dad apparently had other ideas. He sat up while I was still kneeling on the carpet. He requested that I lie on my back parallel to Mum, a little distance away from her. I lay down and stared up at my lust-filled Dad, then across to my brother, who surely had to be getting close to cumming by this point. Dad got down and started lining his cock up with my opening. He asked if I was ready, and I nodded, smiling. “I’m ready for you, Dad.” When my father’s dick entered me, all the hesitation and conflicted feelings that had been in my mind when my brother had done it earlier were completely gone. By this point, everything we were doing just felt so incredibly right, I couldn’t believe I was so grossed out to start with.
My eyes locked with my Dad’s as he started thrusting in and out of me, his only daughter, and I tightened my pussy against his big, hard cock and started thrusting my hips to meet his thrusts. I felt my boobs bounce and jiggle with each thrust, and I caught Dad glancing down at them from time to time. So I held them together, trying to make them look bigger and less spread-out than they normally do when I’m flat on my back. Dad leant down and started sucking my hard, light brown nipples, and his warm, moist tongue licked and flicked my nipples inside his mouth. Matt must’ve thought that looked appealing, because within seconds he was leaning over to do the same thing to Mum. She moaned in pleasure at the feeling of her son’s mouth returning to her nipples for the first time in over 2 decades. I looked over at my mother as she fucked my brother/her son, and she looked back at me as I fucked my father/her husband.
“I love you, Rachel,” she said between moans and thrusts.
“I love you too, Mum,” I replied in a similar fashion.
Dad and Matt likewise confessed their love for each other, and our family were joined together in the way I now believe all families should be. Honestly, in all my life I’ve never felt more accepted and loved as when I was having sex with my family. I had never wanted to leave this house less.
I fucked my father and my brother fucked our mother for about 5 more minutes before Matt started to feel himself getting close to his second orgasm of the night. “Oooh fuck, Mum, I’m gonna cum.” Dad and I, who had been locked in a very long and passionate kiss, broke our lip-lock to look over at Matt and Mum.
“Good boy,” Mum cooed. “Cum inside me, Matthew.”
It didn’t take much after that for Matt. I watched as he thrust his cock faster and faster into Mum’s hairy-but-tidy pussy. She embraced him, wrapping her arms and legs tight around his body, pulling her orgasming son as close to her body as she could. She really wanted to feel every thrust, spurt and spasm. They stared deep into each other’s eyes, Matt grunting and moaning “Oh Mum” repeatedly, her offering dirty words of encouragement to him. Dad and I fucked each other as we watched Matt clench his ass cheeks and, with one hard final thrust, drove his cock as deep into Mum’s pussy as he could, yelling as he shot a load of cum into a member of his family for the second time that night.
With renewed passion after witnessing that, Dad started fucking me as hard as he could, his face turning bright red with effort, sweat forming on his rugged face and dripping down onto my neck and chest. I did my best to match his pace and fuck him fast as I could, clenching my pelvic floor muscles tight around my Dad’s rock-solid cock. “Fuck yes, Dad,” I cried out repeatedly as I felt my father getting closer and closer to shooting his cum into me.
Probably about a minute later, Dad groaned “Gonna cum in you, Rachel” through clenched teeth.
“Give it all to me, Dad,” I encouraged. After that, we only had time for about three more proper thrusts before Dad (like father, like son) thrust as deep inside me as he could go, clenched his ass cheeks and jerked and spasmed as I felt his cock swell up inside my pussy and then spray huge jets of cum inside me, filling up my womb with the same genetic code that he’d shot into Mum to make me 20 years ago. Wad after wad, my father filled me up with his cum, mixing with what was left of my brother’s cum already inside me. Once he was finally finished, Dad virtually collapsed on top of me, his head narrowly missing colliding with my own. I held him tight, thanking Dad like I’d thanked Matt.
“Thank you too, darling,” he replied, eventually regaining his breath. “You were incredible. Hell, everyone was incredible tonight.”
“I know, this couldn’t have gone any better,” Mum agreed. Matt had withdrawn from her and they were now cuddling on the lounge, staring down at us. The whole room was now filled with the sweaty, salty, chloriney scent of our family fuck session. I swear between the four of us, we’d doubled the humidity levels in that room.
Dad withdrew from me, unplugging my pussy and unleashing another hot avalanche of sperm onto the carpet. He sat back in his armchair, looking as proud as I’d ever seen him. I realised I was probably looking rather unladylike lying on the carpet with Dad’s and Matt’s cum still dripping out of me, so I also made my way to the lounge and sat next to Matt. I was exhausted and I knew that tonight’s main event was over, but still, I looked into his eyes and kissed him deeply on the mouth. It was probably our shortest kiss of the night, only lasting about five seconds. I rested my head on his shoulder and listened to Mum as she asked everyone what was going to happen next.
“Well, I’m pretty damn tired; would it be alright if I headed home pretty soon?” Matt asked. The regret in his voice was unmistakable and sweet.
“That’s fine; bed does sound like a pretty good idea, actually,” Dad observed. “Let’s just put the ‘What’s next’ talk off for tonight, and meet back here tomorrow night.”
“Just don’t expect another baked dinner like tonight, though,” Mum warned.
“Fine with me,” I reassured her. “And can I just say, before we all pack up and go home, that I really feel like we grew tonight as a family, and that I’m so sorry for being so reluctant and freaked out at first. …And before Matt and I went all the way. This really was an amazing night.”
I won’t bore you with the details of Mum, Dad and Matt telling me that they forgave me and all the rest of it. Needless to say, I didn’t feel like they held any grudges by the time I’d gotten dressed and left for the night.

***

The next morning at my apartment, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that my family and I had done that night. All through my shower, I kept having flashes back to the anniversary party – Mum riding Dad, Matt’s cock sliding inside me, sucking Dad’s dick, lying on the floor with Mum while we fucked the men. I needed to talk about it with someone, but there was really only one person I could think of who had experienced the same thing I did last night. So, sometime around 10am that morning, I picked up my phone and called.
It took forever for Matt to answer his phone. When he finally picked up, he sounded completely normal, apart from the fact I’d just woken him up. “Hey Rach,” he said groggily, “‘sup?”
“Hey Matt. Um, not much I suppose. Sorry I woke you up.” God, I sounded like an idiot. Better just cut to the chase. “Listen, can you come over? I need to talk with someone about what happened last night, and I think you’re really the only person who knows what I’m going through.”
“Yeah, sure thing, I’ll be right over.” He wasn’t lying – he turned a 10 minute drive into 5.
It was pretty awkward when I opened the door to him. I wanted to kiss him deeply and passionately on the mouth, pull his body next to mine and mount his hard, uncut cock again. But what if he didn’t want it; what if he’d suddenly been turned off the idea of taboo sex since we left our parent’s place last night? I couldn’t face the rejection after such a big confidence boost. So instead I just invited him and offered him a beer, which he accepted. We sat down on opposite ends of my couch, and soon enough, we started talking about the taboo elephant in the room.
“So, about last night…” I began. “Um, that was probably the weirdest thing I’ll ever do. How long do you think they were planning that?”
“Man, I dunno, but they weren’t going to take no for an answer, were they?”
I laughed. “God no, Mum practically pleaded with me to stay and um…do what we did.”
“Hey, speaking of Mum…”
“Yeah, what about her?”
“I know this’ll sound weird, but… I swear, when I, uh, briefly went down on her-” I was glad to know I wasn’t the only one awkward talking about the sexual acts we’d done with our parents and each other.
“Yeah?”
“-she smelled really strongly of her perfume down there. Almost like she’d sprayed some down there specially for me.”
“No way, you’re joking.”
“Nope, dead serious.”
“God! Because when I was… when I went down on Dad, he smelled really strongly of his cologne, and I thought the same thing, that maybe he’d put some cologne in his pubes for me or something.” Talking about it and having the mental images swimming in my mind, I couldn’t help but feel turned on. My pussy was getting tingly and warm again, for like the tenth time that morning.
“I mean, it smelled great, don’t get me wrong,” Matt confessed.
“Oh yeah, I’m not complaining either.”
“Yeah, it’s just kinda funny, the thought of them deliberately putting stuff down there to smell extra special.”
“It was a special occasion after all, Matt,” I joked.
He chuckled. “I guess so, yeah. Y’know, even though you didn’t do anything like that, I thought you looked and smelled amazing, Rach.” Even though he was sitting down, I could tell he was getting hard through his Levi’s.
“Thanks, Matt. What were you wearing last night, by the way? Deodorant? Aftershave? Cologne?”
“Uh, that was just my deodorant. Why?”
“Because you smelled incredible, too. You still do, actually.”
He shifted towards me on the lounge, and I did the same. “You too, Rach. And, back to last night… God, you have an incredible body, I loved watching you bounce while Dad…”
“While Dad fucked me?” I asked with a sly grin. There’s no denying it; talking dirty about our parents with my brother was making me so horny. Matt nodded. “I know what you mean; it was such a turn on watching you fucking Mum, making her cum with your thumb like that.”
“God, I loved watching Dad suck your tits; I was so jealous I didn’t get to when we were fucking,” he confessed.
“Are you hinting at something?”
“Why? Do you want me to hint at something?”
“I dunno, I asked you first…”
“Maybe…” Then he came out with it. ” Okay, fine. Ever since you called me, all I’ve been thinking about is taking you to your room and doing what I never knew I wanted to do.”
“Then let me lead the way.” I grabbed Matt’s hand and walked my brother to my bedroom. I spun around and he embraced me, pulling me tight against his body. I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed, mouths wide open, deeply breathing in each other’s scent. He stuck his hands down the back of my denim skirt and fondled my ass. I stepped back and, without breaking our kiss, unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any boxers, and so his hard cock bounced after I freed it from his pants. He undid my skirt and walked me backwards to my bed, where he gently lowered me onto my back. I slid my t-shirt off and undid my bra while Matt took his own shirt off and admired my naked body, this time in broad daylight.
Wasting no more time, he headed straight for my breasts, grabbing and massaging my left boob while he sucked my right nipple. Then he swapped, sucking my left nipple and squeezing my right breast. I knew I was already wet enough, but decided to play with my clit while he had fun with my chest.
My brother sucked and squeezed my breasts while I rubbed my clit back and forth, slowly getting myself closer to cumming. Eventually, he decided to take a break from my boobs and started kissing his way south. He politely moved my hand away from my clit and quickly replaced my fingers with his mouth, putting his lips around my clit and sucking it lightly. It was obviously the first time I’d gotten oral from a family member, and I can’t express just how incredible it felt to have my older brother’s mouth on my clit, dedicating himself to pleasuring me. He swirled his tongue around and all over my clit while he sucked it between his lips, and I moaned his name in response.
“Feels so good,” I told him. I caressed the top of his head, running my fingers through my brother’s curly hair. “Just like that…” I leant my head back and just kept moaning as my brother’s determined mouth and tongue brought me closer and closer to cumming.
Much to the relief of his tiring tongue, it took me less than three minutes of Matt licking and sucking to bring me to orgasm. My breathing quickened, I heard my moaning intensify, and I grabbed Matt’s hair in my fist and held him in place while I started to grind my hips against his face.
“I’m gonna cum, Matt,” I squealed. “Don’t stop!”
Of course, he didn’t. He sucked harder and licked my clit faster, moaning and sending vibrations up through his mouth. It built and built and built, then finally I was there. An explosion even bigger than the one Dad’s fingers had given me the previous night sent out shockwaves through my entire body, causing my stomach muscles to tighten and release with each wave, making me shudder violently as I came in my brother’s face. He didn’t stop licking or sucking my clit until I’d finally calmed down again.
It took me a while to catch my breath, and the first thing I said to him when I could talk again was “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. And you know what? I’m so glad my big brother gave it to me.”
“The honour is all mine, my beautiful sister. Christ, your pussy tastes so fucking good.”
It doesn’t do anything for me, but I know how much guys like lesbian stuff, so I decided to tease Matt a little. “Well, Mum sure didn’t mind licking all my juices off your cock last night, did she?”
“Oh fuck, don’t remind me; I’m so close to cumming as it is, Rach.”
“Then you’d better fuck me while you still can!”
Matt doesn’t need to be told twice. He climbed onto my bed, and I repositioned myself next to him, for the first time really seeing that our skin tones were the exact same colour. Based on that and our dark curly hair, it was undeniable that we were brother and sister, and that realisation only made me want his cock inside me even more. He climbed on top of me, dick in hand, and I spread my eager legs for him. I watched intently as my big brother’s big hard dick easily slid into my pussy for the second time that weekend. I ground my hips in time with his steadily increasing thrusts. The wooden frame of my bed squeaked in time with the motions of our taboo lovemaking. Like I did for Dad, I held my breasts together for Matt so he could watch them bounce while he fucked me. I stared up at him, our eyes locked as once again, as my brother’s big hard cock slid in and out of my shaved, wet pussy. I tightened myself around Matt’s thrusting cock, even more eager for his cum than I was last night.
“Love you so much,” he told me.
“I love you too,” I replied. We kept repeating ourselves, our declarations of love increasing with speed and immediacy the closer Matt came to cumming. He leant down, our eyes locked with his face inches away from mine, Matt and I breathing in each other’s hot, panting “I love you” breaths while we pounded our bits together in wet, loud slapping thrusts.
Soon we were fucking and thrusting as hard as we’d fucked our parents the night before. My room was filled with the sounds and scents of our forbidden love affair. Matt’s sweat was dripping onto me like our father’s was doing last night. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, my hands clutching at my brother’s ass cheeks, fingernails digging in deep, and I wrapped my legs around him like Mum had done. Even though I was so happy that his stamina had improved greatly since our first time together, I was starting to feel so tired, so it was a kind of relief when Matt finally did cum, about 20 minutes after he first entered me.
Matt unleashed a loud yell of pleasure as he finally started to cum. I arched my back and pulled him as deep inside me as he could go, all 8 inches of his cock fully enveloped by my thirsty pussy. I felt each rope of cum come rocketing out of his cock and shooting deep into me, shooting so much semen into my pussy that it had started to leak out even before he’d finished. After unleashing an ocean of his semen into me, Matt collapsed onto me, and breathlessly whispered “I’d marry you if I could, Rach.”
“Same goes,” I whispered back. I caressed his back, suddenly realising I was in love for the first time in my life. And, as beautiful and amazing as that feeling was, something about the moment seemed off. “Matt?”
“Mmm?”
“This could just be me, and I really fucking loved that just now, but… Do you feel kind of weird having sex without Mum and Dad here?”
“More than a little weird, actually. Strangest feeling in the world, but yeah, it almost felt like I was cheating on them with you.”
“Exactly.” Those were the same words I was going to use as well. “I guess this is probably the kind of thing they were wanting us to talk about last night, isn’t it?”
“Probably, yeah.” He rolled over, withdrawing from me as he did so. Predictably, more of his delicious cum flowed from my sore pussy and onto the quilt cover. I was actually starting to enjoy the feeling by this point.
“So, do we tell them about this?” I asked, falling into my old habit of deferring to my older brother for advice on how to deal with our parents.
“We have to, Rach. But, I mean, we shouldn’t feel too bad, either. I think that Mum and Dad wouldn’t have wanted us to exactly suppress our feelings, based on what they said last night.”
“That’s true. See, another reason why I love you so much, Matt.”
I’m embarrassed to admit that we actually fell asleep not long after that. I woke to find Matt spooning me, his arm around my body, holding my naked body close to his. Our smooth olive skin glowed in the early afternoon sunlight. I didn’t have the heart to wake him, so instead I lay there, reflecting on the last two days. In just 48 hours, I’d made so many changes to my life and my way of thinking, but holy hell was I already a happier person for it. And like most things in my life, I had my family to thank for the whole experience. I couldn’t wait to thank Mum and Dad again that night.
Eventually, Matt did wake up and we decided it would be best to part ways for the rest of the afternoon, lest we fuck again and miss our date with our parents completely. The last thing we needed was for them to think we’d abandoned them.

***
When nighttime finally arrived, we had a huge chat about the “ground rules” for our new arrangement, and Matt and I confessed about our activities that morning. Mum and Dad were shocked, but like Matt predicted, they were proud of us for “going at it so hard,” to quote Dad. Mum actually started to play with herself as Matt and I told them explicit details about that morning; so yeah, she wasn’t mad at all. She later told me in private that she was happy I’d “gotten a private fuck” with my brother, since she kind of felt bad about the way we were forced to make our first time together so public.
Our discussions about how to best work out our new arrangements were kind of boring, but in the interests of full disclosure, I’ll give you a brief summary. The Harris family quickly decided that some kind of sex roster was stupid, because everyone knows that sex isn’t something you should schedule, and everyone goes through phases of not wanting that much sex. In the end we all agreed that, basically, everyone is free to fuck everyone at any time. We knew that this was the only way to truly avoid jealousy. And so that the fun of Friday night’s orgy wasn’t a one-off, I proposed that we should at least try to fuck as a full family whenever possible.
I probably don’t need to tell you how my family and I finalised our new arrangement, do I?

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