章節 3985: 1
"Oh fuck, Brookie. So fucking good..." I sucked harder, and the head popped out of my mouth. "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."
I knew he was good for more tonight, so I continued on. I wanted to give my brother the blowjob of a lifetime.
I took him to the edge again, then backed off. He was whimpering for release, but I kept him on the edge. His hips spontaneously rocked, needing to find release. I sucked on the head and squeezed two fingers around the shaft, and stroked.
"Oh my god, baby, I have to cum," he whimpered. The bedclothes were gripped tightly in his fingers. His ass was tense thrusting.
"Fuck my mouth! Now!"
I locked my lips around his cock, and he thrust high and hard and fast. His breath came in hard gasps.
"Oh yeah!" he shouted. "Oh, my fucking god, yeah!"
His cock pumped loads of white heat into my mouth, and I took all the seed he had. I held his cock in my mouth until it softened, then let it rest.
I crawled up the bed and kissed him, letting him taste himself.
"Mmm, no one has ever done that for me before. No one has ever blown me like that before," he grunted, his forearm over his eyes while he caught his breath.
"I just wanted to give my brother the best blow job ever."
"Well, you fucking did that. In spades."
We dozed in each other's arms. I woke to my brother's mouth on my pussy.
"Mmmm, that feels so good," I moaned when he began to lick the length.
"So sweet." He flicked my clit rhythmically, and my hips quivered. "Mmm, yeah, you do like that."
"Yessss," I hissed.
I looked down, seeing my brother but also seeing a sexy man who kept me turned on. I could see why Ethan was so hot. He inherited his virulent maleness from his dad.
I arched off the bed in the first of the orgasms to hit me. I rocked, rubbing my wet cunt on his face. He kept French kissing my pussy, sending waves of pleasure through me.
"You're so fucking hot, Oliver."
He began to kiss up my stomach, then stopped and sucked each nipple to hardness while tugging on the rings. Finally, he reached my mouth with a deep kiss. I tasted myself on him, which was a jolt of excitement.
"Fuck me, Oliver. I need to feel you inside me."
He kneed my thighs apart and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit. His satiny head slid through the wet silky folds, stopping to tease my clit again.
I whimpered. "What do you want, Brookie?" The fat mushroom head teased the entrance. "You want this?" He pushed in just a bit. "You want my cock deep?"
"Yessss dammit. Fuck me. I need your cock. Lock us together. Make us one," I demanded.
And with that, he pushed in. He went slow because the head was so fat and mushroom it stretched my cunt further.
"Oh yeah," he whispered as my cunt tightened around his meat. He pushed in ball deep, and I felt the tip of his cock bottom out.
"Ooooo," I hissed. It felt good, but it was something to get used to.
He dropped to his elbows, staying buried deep inside me.
"We fit perfectly. I knew we would." He kissed me, which gave me time to get used to his size. "Lucky to have such a hot fucking sister," he growled.
"And I'm lucky to have such a sexy brother." I ran my hands up and down his back, then cupped my hands on his muscular ass. "And sexier ass. I noticed that about you long ago."
He raised his eyebrows. "And that was all? My ass."
"Well, no, like, what female would overlook your package. Front and center."
"That's how it hangs, baby," he grinned, and we kissed deeply. We ate at each other's mouths, and he began to move in and out.
I moaned. "Had I known this felt so good, I would have thrown you down on your bed in college."
"We'll just have to make up for it now."
He still held up on his elbows, his hips moving to drive in and out. I loved his weight on me. My nipples were so hard, digging into his chest. The abrasion from his mat of curls heightened my arousal.
"Everything you do gets me hot," I said.
I couldn't help but think of Ethan and how much fun we would all have together. Oliver and his son will compliment each other for me. I can't wait to keep them both satisfied.
Suddenly, he rolled, so I was on top. "Ride me, baby," he implored. "I want to watch those tits bounce. I want to watch your face when you cum for me."
Riding Oliver was like riding a bucking bronco. He didn't just lay there. He bucked and drove in while I bounced on his steel rod. The tip of his cock bottomed out, adding a significant amount of pleasure. My tits bounced and jerked obscenely.
I threw my head back in the first wave of pleasure. My long, coppery curls tumbled down my back to tickle his legs. As soon as I came down, I was jerked back into another wave of pleasure.
I was whimpering, whining, and mewing. He growled and grunted. It was animalistic.
"I'm cumming, baby," he shouted, grabbing my hips and locking me down on him. His cock swelled even more significantly, and it felt like an explosion deep inside me. His cum and my juices combined to run out of me and down over his balls.
One last loud grunt and throb finished him off. My pussy just found pleasure at the end, being filled with his heat.
"Oh fuck, Oliver," I whispered.
He pulled me down on his chest and wrapped his arms around me.
"It was even better than I fantasized."
My cheek rested on his shoulder. I kissed the side of his neck. "So good," I sighed. "I've never been filled like that. Your seed was like an explosion inside me."
"I assumed you were taking precautions since you and Ethan are fucking?"
I nodded. "Yes, of course."
"It does make me wonder what we would create together," he said.
"You created Ethan, who is as lusty and virile as you."
"But my wife wasn't as sexual as you and I are. Our mix may be high combustion."
That was something to ponder. Later. Oliver and I only had one night together alone, and I meant to take advantage of it.
We couldn't get enough of each other. If we weren't fucking, we were making out, in between me sucking his cock or him eating me.
The following day, we got up bleary-eyed and went to the kitchen.
I made French toast, and he made coffee.
It took us a while to eat because he dripped my nipples with maple syrup and licked it off. Then we'd eat, and he needed more maple on his nipples.
His cock stood up in his lap, and I dribbled syrup over the head, then licked it off. Catching the drops running down the sides. I had to clean up his balls, where the syrup dripped hot.
He suddenly stood up, knocking the chair back, leaning me over the table, and fucking me from behind. We were so aroused from the breakfast play that it wasn't long before he was filling me with his breakfast drink.
We cleaned up the kitchen with more titty play and groping, then went up for a shower. Ethan found us naked and napping in my bed.
"Mmm, what are you two up to?"
His dad was spooned behind me, his around me.
"Oh, hello, son. How was your trip?" Oliver asked groggily.
"Long," he sighed.
"Come to bed if you're tired, baby," I said, holding the covers up.
"Let me shower, and I will."
I was dozing when I felt him slide under the covers before me.
"Mmmm," I moaned softly when I felt his hard cock.
Oliver lifted my leg back over his hip, opening my cunt for his son to slide in.
"Oh god, I've missed this," Ethan moaned, sliding in the ball deep. He tugged on my nipple rings with his teeth, and I sighed.
He squeezed and kneaded my tits together while he stroked in and out. Oliver slipped a finger between us and rubbed my clit.
"Oh yeah," Ethan said when he felt what his dad was doing. "Make her cum Dad. I need to feel that tight cunt squeezing my dick."
The room swelled with loud rasping breaths, heady sexual sounds, and bodies slamming together. I began to moan louder as I crested the peak. Oliver circled my clit faster and harder.
"Oh my god, yeah, don't stop," I shouted. Ethan slammed into me, driving Oliver's fingers against my clit over and over.
"Oh yeah," Ethan shouted and grunted each rugged pump of his cock. I followed and cried out.
Our breathing was loud in my ears, and I couldn't tell whose it was. Ethan pulled out, but I could feel Oliver's cock hard against my ass. I pushed back.
"Fuck me," I told him.
He growled loud and slid into my cunt, dripping with his son's cum and my juices.
"Fuck her! Fuck her hard, Dad! Cum in her!"
Suddenly Oliver bellowed and sent his cum deep inside me, mixing with his son's seed and my wetness.
"Oh damn, you two," I sighed. "Women would pay money to be in my place right now," I said, and they laughed.
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They decided I needed a king-size bed, so we went mattress shopping. The clerk looked a bit shocked when all three of us tried out the mattress together. Hopefully, she had some excellent fantasies about it later on.
I rarely slept alone, but both didn't always come in. More often than not, I'd only have one or the other for the night. Whether that was by design, I wasn't sure. I loved having them both in my bed. One on each side.
I'd wake up with a hard cock on each side of me. It wasn't difficult to take care of. One went in my mouth, the other in my pussy. And sometimes, they'd switch halfway through.
We were all heavily sexed and wanted/needed sex often.
At dinner one night, I announced that unless there was a specific reason not to, I expected them both in my bed every night. And that was all it took for them to do just that.
They were comfortable enough with each other that although they weren't interested in anything sexual with each other, they weren't freaked out if they came in contact with each other during our escapades. For that, I was grateful.
They did like to follow each other in my pussy, leaving me with mixed seeds running out of me. I don't think I could think of anything much hotter.
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Oliver was in his office, and I tapped on the door.
"Yes, baby, come here."
I went to sit on his lap. "Can we talk?"
"Sounds serious."
"Sort of."
"I know you were dating before me, and Ethan saw girls on and off. I don't want you to give that up because of me. I'm okay with you seeing others."
"Well, I'm not okay with you seeing anyone but Ethan. Which means I wouldn't either. And I suspect Ethan feels the same. What we have between us is good, and I have no intention of giving it up."
"Okay. I just wondered. Your girlfriend just disappeared and--"
"She wasn't really my girlfriend," he interrupted. "Joy was a fuck friend. She got me off, and I got her off. That was the extent of it. We sometimes socialized, but rarely. We did try that weekend together, and it was a bust."
"Oh no!"
"The whole weekend, we had sex once. No eating, no sucking. A quick fuck was her idea of sex."
"Ugh. No fun."
"No. We're all highly sexed. I'm not sure if we even realized it until we had others that were the same?"
"Hmm, I think you're right. I didn't need as much sex when I was married as I do now. I need you and Ethan a lot."
"Right. And I went for years without regular sex and thought it was okay. Now I can't get enough of you," he smiled.
It was true. There wasn't a room in the house that we hadn't had sex in. Either Ethan and me or his dad and me. When we felt the urge, we fucked. Or sucked.
I put my arms around his neck. "Okay, I feel better about it now. I'm thinking about renting my condo out. I mean, if I'm going to stay here...."
"You're going to stay here, and you can sell or rent it. It's yours from your asshole ex to do with as you please."
I laughed. "Maybe I will sell it. It has been sitting empty." I hesitated. "I'm wondering since it's in Florida, if we might not want to go down there in the winter sometimes?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Hmm. You might be right. Just rent it for now. Who knows what the future will hold."
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Ethan's courses got tougher; he studied late more often and didn't come into bed with us. I got that and understood. It had been three nights since he slept with us.
He walked in, dropped his book backpack on the floor, and flopped on the sofa.
"Long day, baby?" I asked, bending over to kiss him.
"Last day of finals. The good thing is I know I aced them."
"Congrats!"
He moved back on the sofa. "Lay with me," he said.
We were face-to-face. I had a t-shirt dress on, and he ran his hands over my ass and up my back.
"Mmm, I like this," he said when he discovered I was naked under it. His hands were all over me.
"Oh, Ethan, I need you, baby. It's been so long. Fuck me."
My words incensed him, and he unzipped his pants, and we pushed them down. He pulled my leg over his hip and drove in. My pussy was wet and more than ready for him.
"Ahhhh yeah, I'm home," he whispered hoarsely.
There wasn't much room for sexual gymnastics, but enough to thrust in and out, hitting my clit each time.
"God, you feel so good. I've missed you, Ethan." He tugged at my nipple rings and began giving me those fiery little kisses all over my tits. "Oh yeah, I loved when you did that!"
Those stinging kisses on my tits ratcheted up my arousal as he continued to thrust in deep and fast.
"Don't stop!" I cried out. Just as I hit the peak, he nipped the sensitive skin on the underside of my tit, and fireworks went off in my head. The next I realized he was pumping his seed into me.
"Oh fuck, that was good," he grated. "When you did that with your nails--"
"What?"
"Dug in," he said, looking at me.
"I didn't know I did. I think I blacked out for a bit."
"Damn, babe, you're off the rails, sexy."
"You aren't so umm... Forceful with me anymore," I mentioned.
"Well, no, because I think you've found yourself," he smiled. "You came here lost, and after your ex, you needed to expand your sexual world."
"Ah, so you brought me out of my funk?" I smiled.
"I tried. I guess it worked, eh? You're like a crazy sex-starved lunatic now," he laughed. I grabbed a pillow, but he was off the bed and gone. All he heard was my laughter.
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Our lives were all about sex and intimacy. Since I worked from home and set my own hours, it was easy to finish it when they weren't around. I spent the rest of the time caring for them one way or another. Laundry and meals mostly. Even evening television and movies were spent in bed. Most often, the three of us. We'd settled into a comfortable routine.
Until one day.
"I need to talk to you guys," I said after dinner, and we'd cleared the mess.
"Sure, Brookie," Oliver said, and Ethan nodded. They sat at the table expectantly.
"I have some news. I haven't decided if it's good or bad myself, so I'm unsure what you guys will think."
There was silence. "Go on. Whatever it is, we'll work it out," Ethan said.
"I'm pregnant."
There was an extended silence.
"Wow," Oliver said. "Not a good or bad wow, just an I-have-to-think-on-that."
"I've been on the pill the whole time, but it failed, apparently." I shrugged. "I don't think any of us are ready for that, and I don't think we have a relationship to bring anyone into."
"We'll keep it," Ethan stated unequivocally, and Oliver agreed.
"Okay." They left no room for argument.
One of the first things Oliver did was call a home renovation to come in and put sound control in each bedroom. His office was converted to a temporary nursery.
Although it was an easy pregnancy, they doted on me.
They were obsessed with my growing tits, which I loved. And my belly. Fucking doggy style was the position du jour.
The baby was born, and we watched her coo over the monitor.
My boys were enamored with my milky tits.
And no one ever brought up who might be the father.
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EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER
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Michi grew up knowing who her father, mother, and brother were. We never had to go into details. They weren't wanted nor needed. Michelle was a bright girl who excelled in school. On her eighteenth birthday, she was a junior in college.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart," I said, hugging her. She had the same rich auburn hair and aqua eyes as us. I was a thirty-six D, and she was a thirty-eight double D.
"Oooo, so pretty. Thank you, mama!" She held up the four lacy bras I bought for her. Each had matching thongs.
She went to sit on Oliver's lap, just like I do, and he hooked the necklace around her neck. The gold rose fell between her breasts on the delicate gold chain.
"Oooo, so beautiful, Daddy!" she said, hugging and kissing him. Her kiss lingered just a little longer than usual.
He brushed some hair from her face. "You're so gorgeous. Just like your mama." He looked at me, and I blew him a kiss.
"Hey, don't forget about me!" Ethan said. "Your brother is waiting."
She giggled on his lap and said, "I wouldn't forget about you!"
He took a finger and slipped it between her breasts to pull out the rose that had slightly wedged between her perky mounds.
"Okay, close your eyes," he said, and she did. He pulled the matching necklace out of the box and hooked it around her neck.
She looked down and squealed. "Oh my god, I got both of them!" They matched a charm bracelet she wore.
The chain was a bit longer, and the rose wedged further into her cleavage. Ethan retrieved them again with his finger, and she blushed.
"Beautiful," he breathed.
"Thank you," she said, knowing he didn't mean the necklaces.
We went to the kitchen to cut her birthday cake.
"Thank you, mama!" she said, pulling me into a hug. She was the same height as me, and our tits mashed together, and she hugged me hard.
The boys walked in just then.
"I love you so much," she said, pulling her dad in for the same hug. He ran his hand up and down her back.
"I love you too, baby. I can't believe you're eighteen already. We made such a beautiful girl."
She leaned back, her dress pulling lower to expose more of her breasts. "Thank you." When she arched back, she pressed her mound into him. I knew he'd be hard, and by the flush on her cheeks, he was. His hands worked lower on her back to the top of her ass.
Ethan glanced at me, and I raised my eyebrows. She gave her dad one last longer lingering kiss and went to Ethan. Oliver looked at me and winked, and I smiled.
"Ethan, I love you too," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He murmured in her neck, "Love you too, princess."
He didn't hesitate in sliding his hands down her body to her ass. Oliver and I looked at each other when Ethan's fingers flexed on her round globes. Our daughter was shapely, and reality a walking sex bomb. And she was learning quickly. She pressed into him harder, and he let out a moaning sigh.
"Should we do cake and ice cream now?" I asked.
Michi pressed into Ethan for a lingering kiss and said, "Yes!"
Later, Ethan retreated to his room. Oliver was in his office, and I watched a movie in bed.
"Mama?"
I saw Michi wearing one of the new bra and thong sets I'd gotten her.
"Oh, Michi, you look stunning! Do you like it?"
The delicate sheer lace bra was the palest of pink. The plunging neckline was an edge in the narrowest of lace. The dark shadows of her nipples were apparent through the sheer. The cups barely contained her voluptuous breasts.
The matching thong was cut high on her hips, narrowing down to barely cover her lips before disappearing between her round cheeks.
"Mama! I feel like a real woman in this. Almost... sexy," she said softly.
"You are sexy, baby."
She climbed on the bed, and I held out my arm. She lay against me, her head on my shoulder, her tits pushing into mine.
"You are too, mama," she said. "Your breasts are so big and pretty, too."
"Thank you." I kissed her on the temple. "You've been so busy with your studies you haven't even had a chance to go to any of the dances or dates.""No, I don't mind. I like spending my time at home with my family. And I like my studies. I've never needed anything else."
She moved her thigh between mine, her hand curled on my breast. Right then, Oliver walked in from taking a shower in his room. He stopped when he saw Michi. In her position, he could see her bare ass because of the thong. He glanced at her hand on my breast and my arm around her. He wore thin gym shorts that he'd worn to bed since we had her.
She must have been dozing because she rolled back when she heard him. "Daddy, I didn't know you were here."
His shorts were tented, and a wet spot was quickly forming. He opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. It was too late to hide his reaction, so no action was the best thing to do.
"I came in to show Mama my new bra and panties," she said, standing up to model for him.
"Oh god, baby," he said, his eyes raking her body.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"That you are a most gorgeous creature."
My pussy was wet from watching their interaction, and my nipples ached. I remembered the words from long ago, how we would create a most sexual being. And here she was.
She threw her arms around him as she always did, and for a moment, he hesitated before hugging her to him. He groaned softly when she pushed her tits into him.
"I hurt, daddy. Please. I'm aching."
He growled, picked her up while she wrapped her legs around him, and placed her on the bed next to me. I had already pushed the sheet down to expose my nakedness.
Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing up and out. He came down between her thighs, thrusting his throbbing mound into her nearly bare pussy.
He looked at me pleadingly. Needing an answer.
I rolled and unhooked her bra, her tits spilling out. Her nipples were dark and stiff and tight and long as bullets.
He latched onto a nipple and began to suck, and she arched, shouting out in pleasure.
We both knew that his cock was too big for her virgin pussy. I quietly got up and went to Ethan's room and knocked.
"Come in!" I stepped in naked. "Mmm," he said on seeing me. His cock immediately sprang to attention.
"I need your cock, baby."
"Anytime! You don't have to ask."
"For your sister. She's ready. Your dad is too big for her. Don't forget, she's a virgin."
He came over to me and pulled me to him. "We created a gorgeously sexy girl, didn't we."
I kissed him deeply. "We did."
I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Michi's bra and thong were on the floor next to the bed. Oliver had his face buried between her thighs, and she was whimpering and crying out. She squeezed and kneaded her tits, plucking at her nipples.
Ethan moved next to her, and I moved to the other side. He brushed her hands away from her breast and began to fondle and knead. I did the same on the other side. She lifted her head, her eyes wide, when she saw who it was.
"I ache so much," she whimpered. Then suddenly, her body shook and quivered, and she cried out over and over.
"Go with it, baby," I whispered. "Go with it."
Ethan had her nipple in his mouth, pulling it with his teeth, then sucking.
She held his head tightly to her tit. "Feels so good, Ethan. Don't stop."
Oliver looked up, his face covered with the sweet juice of his daughter. He took my place next to her, and I moved down to his cock. It was red, angry-looking, and throbbed hard. I licked the tip, and precum drooled out in a torrent. He groaned.
"Daddy?" Michi asked.
"I'm alright, darling. Mama is taking care of your daddy."
She looked down at me wide-eyed.
"We like to have your mouth on our cock, Michi," Ethan explained. "It feels so good. Just like what dad did between your legs."
"Oh yes, that felt so good."
"There's more to make you feel good," he explained. Michi may have been eighteen, but she spent nearly all her life in school taking extra classes and advancing her education.
"More?"
"Yes," Ethan said, placing her hand on his throbbing cock. "This will make you feel even better."
She squeezed. "So hot and hard. Like dad's... Cock."
I was sucking on Oliver's balls and slowly stroking them as we watched and listened.
"We can help you while Ethan takes you. Since it's your first time, it may hurt a bit. But after that, it will all be a pleasure."
"Like you just made me feel?"
"Yes baby, like I just made you feel. Maybe even better!"
The golden rose lay on her heaving breasts. "Yes, Ethan. I trust you all."
Michi was wet from Oliver's mouth and her own juices. Ethan moved between her thighs. He held his cock and stroked it through her soft silky folds, then teased her clit.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned.
He teased her clit until she had another body-rocking orgasm, then pushed the head in before she came down.
"How's that feel, darling," Oliver asked. He had been toying with her nipples, twisting and tugging. "You feel Ethan's cock?"
"Yessss, feels good." He pushed in another inch, and she spread her thighs wider. "More?" He drove in another inch. She strained up, wanting more, and he pushed all the way in.
"How's that baby?" he asked. "can you feel my cock inside you?"
"Oh my god. It's incredible. It didn't hurt. Although I feel stuffed." Everyone chuckled.
"Wait'll you feel your dad's cock," I said, mumbling around a mouthful of his meat.
Ethan leaned forward on his fists and slowly began to stroke in and out. Her hips began to rock in the same rhythm, meeting him stroke for stroke. I could see him tensing, trying to stay in control.
She whimpered, thrusting up faster, needing more. Ethan gave in and began to fuck her faster, harder, and deeper, and she cried out another orgasm. Her dad was sucking on her nipples and kneading her breasts. I increased the speed that I was sucking him, and he groaned.
"Oh god, yeah, Brookie. Suck it, baby!"
I let him face fuck me to their rhythm. I knew they were all going to come together. I flicked my clit, keeping up with them. Michi mewed out a long-pitched scream, then waves of shuddering. Ethan locked in and unloaded into her. Oliver exploded down my throat as I vibrated my climax on his cock as I came.
We all piled together once we caught our breaths.
"Going to need a bigger bed," Ethan laughed.
"We get to do this every night?!" Michi said in excited awe.
"Maybe more, darling. What do you think of that?" I asked.
"Oh yeahhhh," she breathed.
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We got Michi on birth control since none of us were ready for another one. Four oversexed adults were enough in this house.
Michi came in one evening while Oliver and I watched a movie, snuggling beside me. She whispered in my ear.
I slid the sheet down to bare my breasts. She settled in, wrapped her hand around my breast, and started sucking on my nipple. Her eyes closed in contentment.
Oliver watched us, his eyes lusty--a tent formed under the sheet while he watched.
After a while, I asked, "Baby, do you see what you do to your dad?"
She looked at me drowsily, then at him.
He pulled the sheet off, exposing his throbbing cock. "Remember your mama sucking on this?"
She nodded hesitantly, looking at his enormous cock. Considerably more significant than the one that had fucked her.
"It's okay, baby. You can do it. He'll tell you what he likes. There's nothing wrong you can do," I assured her.
She moved between his thighs, her head laying on his upper thigh cock near her lips. She stroked his fat orbs, then held them in her soft hand. Oliver gasped, and she looked up.
"Splendid, Michi, keep going," he said.
She was intrigued with his balls and nuzzled them against her cheek. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to retain control. She kissed them, then hesitantly licked them. He moaned softly. This time, she knew what that meant and did it again.
"I love these daddy," she whispered, kissing them.
"Suck on them too."
She fit one in her mouth, and he grasped the bedclothes. "Oh baby," he moaned. She moved to the other.
"You're giving your dad so much pleasure, Michi," I said softly. Her face was almost drunk with arousal. "Lick from his balls to the tip of his cock."
She flat-tongued across the seam, to the base, and up the underside to the tip. He hissed through his teeth. She inspected the drop of precum that bubbled up.
"Taste it," I encouraged. She licked and made a sound, then licked again. Instinctively, she milked up more and licked each drop.
He looked at me. His eyes were dark aqua pools of lust. He groaned louder when she wrapped her lips around his cock and slowly slid her mouth down.
"Oh my god, baby. Your mouth... like a hot velvet glove on my cock." His voice quivered.
"Do you want to feel Dad's cock inside you?"
"Yesssss," she hissed. "Fuck me, Dad."
Those words coming out of her mouth were inflaming, and he pulled her up his body so she was on top. They kissed, and he took it deeper, pulling her into his arousal. Her mound was even with his pulsing cock, and she rocked into it. He ran his hands up and down her body. He squeezed her round ass, and she moaned in his mouth.
"I knew it would be like this," she whispered. "When I kissed you on my birthday. I felt different. My pussy tingled, and my nipples ached."
I leaned over and stroked her soft body, almost melting into her dad. "You're brilliant, sweetheart. Everything you need is right here with us. Anytime. Anything. We have always made each other happy. Take care of each other. And we will do that with you now."
Michi still didn't know the extent of the relationship between Oliver, Ethan, and me... Someday, when she's ready, we'll tell her.
Oliver smoothed his hands down to her ass and pulled her thighs on either side of him.
"Remember riding the horses?" I asked, laughing. She laughed, too, and pushed up. Her open cunt had his cock trapped between their bodies. "You'll have to hang on because your dad is a real bucking bronco." I chuckled.
"But you'll be locked onto me so that you won't go anywhere," he grinned. "Now raise a little. Yes, right there." After stroking her wet pussy, he held his cock up. "You can slide down on this as you can. My cock will stretch you a little and maybe hurt a bit. But just for a moment."
She leaned and looked down as he guided his cockhead to her entrance. She lowered just so the head popped in.
"Mmmm," she moaned. "You are big." Then she slid down to the hilt and ground down to ensure she took it all.
He grunted and jerked, not expecting the shock of her tight cunt on his cock.
She arched her back, squeezing her tits as she began to bounce on her dad's cock. She was stunning. She rode as though she were riding the best stallion. She pulled up, almost off, then dropped down. Over and over.
"Oh fuck," he growled.
I knew he was getting close.
"Slow down a bit, darling," I told her. "You got your dad so excited he's ready to cum. If you slow down, he can have more pleasure."
"Mmm, yes, Dad. I want to give you all the pleasure I can."
"Oh god, baby, you do. You do," he nearly whimpered. The sight of his gorgeous daughter impaled on his cock. Her beautiful body. Big tits and large bulleted nipples.
It was exciting for me to watch them together. My thighs were wet.
He began to buck underneath her. She moaned and rode him, grinding down and rubbing her clit. She shouted out another orgasm. He groaned louder; his cock, being gripped by her tight cunt was taking him to the top.
He bucked faster, and she rode the length of his cock. Nearly pulling off, then sliding her tight inner fist down his length.
"Oh baby, I'm cumming," he shouted, grabbing her hips and locking her down on him. He loudly called each pump of his seed into her.
I touched my clit and was off, following them into the stratosphere.
She went to her room to shower and sleep there, and Oliver and I snuggled together.
He rolled to his side to face me. "Just look what we created. She's brilliant. She's beautiful- she looks just like you. And she's sexier than hell- just like you."
He pulled my thigh over his hip. My nipples hardened when they rubbed on his chest.
"And she took your big fat cock like a pro," I murmured, feeling his cock stirring against me. "Mmm, you're hot tonight."
"You make me that way, Brookie. You know that. I never needed anyone but you, really. It was just our luck that we made a clone of you."
"Just what am I missing here!?" Ethan strode into the room, just in from work.
"I was just telling her that Michi is a clone of her. Gorgeous, sexy, and brilliant."
By then, Ethan had shed his clothes and slid behind me. He smelled of cedar soap, so I knew he was fresh after the gym.
He spooned behind me. "Are you going to fuck her or are you waiting?" he laughed.
"Don't rush me. I'm taking it slow and loving for her."
"Oh! That's nice. I like that. A lot." I looked over my shoulder. "Besides, he emptied his balls in Michi a little while ago.
"Really? How'd she take your cock?" he asked.
"Like a pro," I said. She even shocked him when she took him in one shot."
"Wow, we---"
"Hey!" Michi was back, naked, soft, and fresh from her shower. She piled on top of us, then slipped behind me in front of Ethan. "Whoa!"
"Whoa, yourself," he said.
Oliver was teasing my pussy with the head of his cock. Ethan and Michi were giggling behind me. She climbed over us, her tits dangling in our faces.
"What the hell," I said when I felt her weight on me.
"Mmmm," she moaned.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Ethan taking her from behind while she was sprawled on us. I held a tit to Oliver's mouth, and he latched on. She moaned louder and hissed when he pulled her nipple longer with his teeth. Oliver had gotten the head of his cock into me, and all the movement shoved him into the hilt.
Ethan was driving into her cunt, pushing me onto Oliver's dick. I turned my head, caught her other nipple in my mouth, and began to nip and pull. Oliver's eyes turned lusty while he watched me suck on my daughter's tit. His cock jerked and twitched in my cunt.
"Oh god, Ethan. Fuck me harder," she whimpered.
He drove in, and Oliver fucked me harder and faster. My leg was hooked over his hip, my daughter's tit was in my face, her other tit was in her father's face, and she was getting fucked by Ethan. I wasn't sure how it was working, but it was, and I was starting to cum.
I cried out, my cunt grabbing his marauding dick. He had a mouth full of his daughter's breast while he drove in deep and unloaded his balls into me. He shouted around the firm flesh, and Michi groaned loudly when she flew off. Ethan drove into her and emptied his balls into her.
I caught my breath once the bodies moved off me.
"We definitely need a bigger bed," I gasped.
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Ethan was the only one down for breakfast the following day.
"Are you off work today?" I asked him, setting the eggs and bacon in front of him.
"Nah, I have a meeting after lunch that I wanted to prepare for without the distractions of the office."
I refilled both our coffees and sat down across from him.
"I can't think of the last time we were together. Alone," I chuckled.
"I get it. I feel that way too. I sort of miss your scary visits." I loved to remember them.
"But they got your attention and got you out of that prim funk you were into," he reminded me again.
I laughed again. "Was that what it was?" I sipped my coffee. "I was floundering after the divorce. I thought I had a great sex life with my husband. I mean, no one our age had daily sex. And it was good." I raised my eyebrows. "At least I thought it was good. Apparently, the ex didn't agree."
"You have good sex with me. Excellent, in fact," Ethan smiled. "Even I went through changes then. I was desperate to bring you out of your shell. I thought adding a little pain into the equation would help."
Ethan pushed his empty plate away and went to get coffee.
"And it did. I never knew how close the tolerance for pain and pleasure was. I mean, I'd never get into whips and chains, but I loved those little stinging kisses and bruises." I shrugged. "I don't know why exactly. I think it just showed me there was something beyond sex. Other things could enter into that equation."
He sat down and leaned back in his chair. He was a young man then, just out of high school. Now, he's a handsome older man with a promising career.
I asked, "Do you regret ever not having your own relationship?"
"The family is my relationship. Do I wish I could have gone out and picked up women, dated, broke up, repeat?" he grinned.
"Well, yeah, like we all do."
"Not really. I have all I need here," he waved his hands. "I mean, none of my friends have two gorgeous women at home who are ready to have any sexual fun I would want. And I'm ready for whatever they want," he smiled. "I have the best dad, and I'd never want to leave that situation. I've learned more from him through the years than I would have if we'd been," he air quoted, "normal."
I smiled fondly. "Oliver is great, isn't he."
"And then I have the most drop-dead gorgeous, sexy aunt in the world. There's no one I'd rather be buried in than her."
I squirmed at his words. Because I felt the same way.
"You were my first, as it were. The first in my new life. My new attitude. I wouldn't have these," I plucked at my nipple rings through my t-shirt," because you made me brave. I wouldn't have discovered that on my own."
He laughed, remembering our day. "I had no intention of getting my dick pierced until you threw down the gauntlet. Of course, I wasn't backing down. Now I'm so glad I did. The pleasure can be intense from it. I'd suggest it for everyone if I could, but talking to another man about their dick is frowned on in the normal world." We both laughed.
"We have come a long way, haven't we, baby," I said, leaning across the table and lacing my fingers with his. I lowered my voice and asked, "Do you ever wonder which of you?"
He nodded. "At first, I'd think about it on and off. Whether it was my seed or my dad's. I rarely consider it anymore. It doesn't make any difference to me. We are the perfect family for us."
"We are, aren't we." I squeezed his hands. "Now, I must let you get to work, Ethan."
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I went up to our bedroom to gather laundry. Oliver had the room and bath renovated for our situation. The folks who renovated the bathroom never questioned the layout, but you can be sure they wondered.
We had the toilet in a separate, closed room. The walk-in shower, which easily held four, was open to the bedroom, as was the triple vanity. The wall next to the clear glass enclosed shower was covered with a mirror, besides the one that ran the length of the room over the vanity.
Although we didn't all usually sleep together at night, we had an extra width to be comfortable when it happened. Oliver and I always slept there. Ethan and Michi came and went. Everyone needed their privacy at times, and we all understood that.
Later, after I had dinner ready, I ran up to shower before Oliver came home. He loved his job, so retirement was out of the question for him. He cut his hours, though, so he could spend more time with his family.
I adjusted the showerhead and let the steamy water stream over me. Oliver had various heads and jets put in, but I had my favorite when I was in the shower alone.
I hadn't cut my hair in years, so it was past my waist when wet. I grabbed the shampoo bottle.
"Let me do that, mama," Michi said, stepping into the shower. I was surprised because she'd never done that before.
"Mmm, I'd love that, darling."
I tipped my head back, and she massaged the lather into my scalp. The steam carried the scent of roses. I moaned as she made little circles on my scalp.
"Feels so good," I murmured. "I'll do you next."
"No, mama, this time is for you," she whispered.
She rinsed my hair and dripped the rose-scented body wash into her hands. She lathered my back down to my ass. Then, squatted to wash my legs. She stroked my upper thighs, her fingers lightly brushing my pussy lips.
She stood up, rinsed my back, and turned me around. I was aroused, and she could see it in my eyes. She smiled and lathered her hands again. She worked down each arm and down my sides.
Her hands circled my breasts, then palmed my hard nipples with her soapy, slick hands, leaving a thick trail of bubbles.
She looked down and said, "I always thought our breasts were nearly identical."
We were the same height, and stepping closer, our nipples met and rubbed.
"Darling, yours are much bigger," I said while she ran her slick hands from her tits to mine, pressing them closer.
"But your nipples are bigger," she murmured, rubbing little circles around my nipples and tugging on the rings.
"Mmm, maybe," I said, my voice shaking. "That's so nice, Michi."
She looked at me and smiled, trailing her fingers on the underside of my tits. I sucked in a breath.
"Mine are sensitive there, too," she said.
I trailed my fingers under her voluptuous tits, and she sucked in a breath.
"You're so beautiful, Michi," I whispered, hefting her breasts in my hands. I moved my hands down her sides to the luscious curve of her waist, then out over her shapely hips. "Just perfect."
She leaned into me, mashing our breasts together, the soap making them slippery. I ran my hands over her round ass as we stood close together.
"Mama... Look at us."
We were perfectly matched. Seeing ourselves naked together in the mirror was arousing. While we faced the mirror, I moved her in front of me, wrapping my arms around her to cup her breasts and thumb her nipples.
She kept the same patch of auburn curls that I did, with smooth, soft pussy lips. I looked over her shoulder, her head tipped back, and our heads were together.
I smoothed my hand down over her belly and cupped the warm curls. She sucked in a breath and rocked into my hand. My nipples were hard and aching, and I pressed them into her back.
"So gorgeous," I whispered, tweaking her one nipple long and hard.
I stroked one finger between her legs and quickly found her clit. It was long and hard and so sensitive.
"Oh, mama," she whimpered.
I flat-handed her stomach, and the other hand slipped between her legs. She squeezed her tits together and pulled at her nipples. I rubbed her clit until she was quivering and mewing.
It was then I saw Oliver in the mirror, naked, watching us, and stroking his cock. I smiled at him.
When Michi was catching her breath, he stepped in. His cock was angry red and throbbing. His wild arousal was evident.
"What a thing to come home to. My gorgeous woman and daughter together naked in the shower. Enough to make a man's balls ache from the sight."
"Dad!" She stepped into him and kissed him. Reminding me of their kiss on her birthday. It was soft and lingering.
He growled, and I knew he was remembering, too. He held Michi's head in his hands and looked into her eyes. "Such a sexy woman you turned out to be." She was holding his cock and stroking. "Just look at what you do to your dad."
Her excitement for him. How aroused she gets around him excites me tremendously. Her body quivers at his words, his touch.
I stepped forward, and we sandwiched her between us. She whimpered. Oliver and I kissed over her shoulder. He reached around and pulled me closer. She turned her head, and we all tangled tongues.
Oliver shut the water off with shaking hands. "What I need right now is to be buried deep inside my passionate daughter."
"I need you too, Daddy. I'm complete with you."
There were times when I wanted to join in, and there were times when I just wanted to be close and watch.
I knew Michi wanted her dad on top of her this time. She loved the weight of his big body on hers. She spread her legs, and he fit into the cradle of her thighs.
"Oh, sweetheart, you don't know what you do to me." His voice was full of emotion and passion.
"I need you inside me," she murmured. "Hurry, please."
He pushed in ball deep, and they both cried out from the body-numbing pleasure of that first stretch of her cunt and the tight glove around his cock.
He kneed her legs wider and lowered to his elbows, allowing some of his weight on her. I know because I loved him like that on me. With a jerk of his hips, he could drive in deep. That angle put pressure on our clits.
I ran my hand down his back and over his trembling ass. I squeezed and kneaded.
"Oh yeah, baby. Do it just like that," he told me.
His ass turned rock hard when he jerked and drove in deep, then relaxed. I slipped my fingers between his cheeks and stroked from the base of his balls. He sucked in a hard breath. I scratched his fat balls with my fingernails, adding to his pleasure.
Michi pulled him down to kiss her, and his body trembled again. I hefted his balls in my hand, my fingers feeling the base of his cock tight against her smooth swollen pussy lips.
They both moaned in each other's mouths when they felt my fingers stroking their joining. He jerked, and his cock disappeared in her cunt. I toyed with his balls and their place of joining. She was so wet from the waves of orgasm that her juices covered his balls, and I rubbed them into his swelling sac.
Oliver grunted and began to jerk into her faster, trapping my fingers. Her hands covered his ass as low as she could reach, her fingers digging in rhythmically, pulling the skin at the base of his balls.
His vibrating groan told us we were doing it right.
His breath was harsh and rasping as he fucked her faster and harder. I scratched his sensitive balls while he drove into her. Her wet heat covered his balls and my hands.
Suddenly he shouted out, stiffened, his balls contracted, and his cock pumped deep inside his daughter.
His muscles relaxed, and he nearly threw himself on the bed beside us.
"You two nearly killed me," he gasped.
My daughter and I just looked at each other and grinned.
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Sometimes, I wondered if our lives revolved around sex. We all had jobs, and Michi was in college. We did have lives apart from our family. But this is where we were all at home. Most comfortable. All our needs were met here.
I was curled up with a book when Ethan came home from work one afternoon, with high anxiety after a bad day. Michi met him at the door in short shorts and a tiny halter top, barely able to hold her DDs.
He groaned when he saw her. "Just what I need!"
She had him undressed and naked in record time. He had her shorts off, and halter pushed aside to expose her voluptuous tits.
Still in the entry, she dropped to her knees in front of him and began to stroke him with a twist. She knew how to drive her dad and Ethan crazy with that motion, then tightly gripping the head when she pulled off the end.
She drove him high quickly, then sucked his cock in until it hit the back of her throat. He groaned louder, wove his fingers through her soft hair, and began to thrust. She let him face fuck her while she played with his balls.
"Oh god, Michi! I'm cumming!" he shouted. She grabbed his ass, holding his cock deep in her mouth while he grunted out every blast of seed into her.
Then he sat her on the edge of the chair, opened her wide, and began to devour her pussy. She whimpered, whined, cried, and mewed as he took her through wave after wave of pleasure.
When they walked into the living room, I said, "Mmm, you two put on quite a porn show." My fingers were stroking my wet folds. I was soaked from watching them.
"Cum for us, mama," Michi said, baring a breast and sucking my nipple. Ethan kissed me deeply, letting me taste my beautiful girl's pussy.
Suddenly, the fireworks went off, and I moaned through a mind-bending climax.
"So nice, mama," Michi said softly, sucking on my fingers.
So yeah, maybe our lives did revolve around sex. We were all oversexed, needing it often. It helped to always have someone there who would oblige.
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Michi began to come into our bedroom late and crawl between Oliver's legs. She'd rest her head on his thigh and play with his cock and balls. She could tease like that for an hour or however long it took for him to lose control.
We were watching a porn movie and had already fucked and sucked, so it took a bit to get her father going. She liked the challenge.
"Michi," her dad said softly, "you are a naughty girl."
"I know," she replied, nuzzling his balls until he moaned.
"Oh fuck, Brookie. What will we do with her?" he smiled at me.
I sighed. "I don't know. Maybe we should keep her?" She giggled.
She was kissing the head of his semi-soft cock. "Someone asked me if I would do any modeling today."
Oliver and I looked at each other.
"Oh?" we both said at the same time.
"Yeah. Some of the students in art want to draw and paint nudes. But you know the school... No way are they going to allow that," she laughed.
She sucked a ball into her mouth and began to hum, shocking her dad into a shuddering groan. I watched her curled up between her dad's thighs, her hand cupped around his cock and balls, lazily playing with them.
"How do they intend to draw nudes if the school won't let them?" I asked, confused.
"Here," she said vaguely, her attention turned more to her dad's rising cock.
"Here?" he said.
"Mmmm," she replied, but his ball was in her mouth again.
"Oh baby," he groaned, distracted away from the topic. She stuck her tongue out and probed his wet balls, making him moan again.
"I love doing this. I love your cock and balls in my mouth. And when I do something, the sounds you make excite me. I know I'm making you hot by what I'm doing."
Oliver was watching her, the words performing their magic on him.
"I feel the same way, darling. I love having your dad's cock and Ethan's cock in my mouth. Playing with their balls with my tongue."
Oliver groaned, reached over, and began to knead my bare breast. I rolled to my side, and we kissed passionately while Michi continued her ministrations on her dad's cock and balls.
"You guys are so hot," Michi murmured, looking up.
She licked her dad's cock like a popsicle, and he sucked in a breath. She was so cute, curled up like that, all her attention on what she was doing. She pushed his legs wider and cupped his balls in her palm while she stroked behind them.
"Ahhhhh fuck, sweetheart," he ground out. "That drives me wild." But she knew that.
She buried her mouth under his balls and licked the same sensitive area, and his legs began to quiver. He gave in to her manipulations and let her take him where she wanted.
"She loves sucking her dad's big fat dick," I whispered fiercely in his ear. "Feel your balls in her hot, wet mouth. Your fat balls are swollen with hot seed."
His eyes closed, and he began to thrust, but she moved in such a way that he was unable to move, and he nearly sobbed.
"Oh god, Michi, please," he begged, but she continued to lay across his legs. He wanted to thrust. Compelled to move. I moved to spread across his chest, my tits draped on him. "Oh god, Brookie. Please. I need to move," he begged.
"Let it build up, baby... Feel the tension building..."
His face was strained, neck tight with tension, and although he tried to buck and move us off, it was impossible with both of us holding him down.
Michi watched me as she took him to the edge, backed off, and built him back up again. By now, the intensity of his release was so profound I'm sure he would have grabbed one of us and drove in, just for the relief.
One more time, she let him drop back from the edge.
"You love your daughter's mouth on your cock, don't you? Sucking your balls. Her pretty mouth around your thick shaft, looking at you with her lusty aqua eyes."
He threw his head back and forth, constantly moaning. I was sure he was in a state of painful pleasure. I could build it up mentally, but Michi controlled it physically.
I saw her move over him, take his cock down her throat, her cheeks sucked in as she began to earnestly fuck him with her hot mouth. His loud shout echoed through the house. The tendons in his neck are still straining. He began to knead my tits, almost painfully, but just on the edge. He pulled at the silver metal hoops and squeezed my tits together.
Suddenly, Ethan moved in behind me, Lifted my leg back over his hip, and drove in deeply. I moaned, and he ratcheted his cock fast and furious. He was as high as we were, and I knew he'd been watching. His balls slapped my clit, and I cried out when the fireworks went off.
Ethan held my hips and continued to pound into me. Oliver face fucked Michi and pulled me down for a tongue-tangling hot kiss as he bucked off the bed, taking over and fucking her mouth.
"Oh god no, I have to cum," Oliver nearly whimpered.
Since he came when we fucked right before Michi went into the bedroom, it was taking him longer to build to his climax.
"Fuck him, Michi," Ethan shouted. "Jump on and ride, baby!"
She moved, straddled him, and he drove into her, bucking as she held on for the ride.
"Oh god yeah," Oliver's voice vibrated with exertion and needed release. "Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah," he cried out, still driving into Michi's hot cunt.
He shuddered, bucking even higher and nearly throwing her off. The slow ride to the peak was a mixture of pain and pleasure like Oliver had never felt before. Mentally he was ready to cum. Physically, his body wasn't quite there yet.
"Oh my god," he cried in a nearly painful voice, still straining to reach the pinnacle.
That incensed everyone, and Ethan pounded into me harder and faster. Hearing his dad begging for release shot him higher. Watching his daughter bouncing on his dad's cock. Tits were wildly jerking, hair flying. He watched me play with his dad, pinching his nipples and tugging them longer. All served to fire up Ethan like never before.
"OH FUCKING HELL," Oliver shouted, nearly ratting the walls. He slammed Michi down on his exploding cock and barked out each pump.
Ethan's fingers pressed into my hips, and he exploded, spreading wet heat deep inside me, sending me over the edge.
We collapsed on the bed. After we caught our breath, Michi climbed over her dad and beside me. Leaving Oliver and Ethan to gasp for breath.
"Dad, my balls ached for you," Ethan said with a chuckle.
He put his arm around his son and pulled him close. "You need to try that sometime, son. I blacked out for a moment. The pleasure was too fucking intense."
Ethan threw a leg over his dad, and they dozed off. Michi and I took a shower, and since she was the only one that didn't cum, I made sure she did several times while we showered.
I looked at the bed after we dried off. Ethan's arm was across his dad's chest, his leg over him. Oliver held him close so Ethan's head rested on his shoulder.
Michi stopped to look at them, too. "I like that Daddy and Ethan can be close like this. I mean, I know they're not bi, but they're enjoying each other's closeness."
I nodded. "I love it too. They've been closer like this lately, I noticed."
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Oliver came up behind me in the kitchen and kissed my neck. "I woke up, and you and Michi were gone," he pouted.
"We showered played, and you two looked so content, we left you alone," I said, enjoying the warmth of his body.
"Yeah, you know Ethan has been different around me lately. We'd all play, and he seemed focused on not touching me. To be honest, I wasn't really bothered by another male being naked around me. I am almost embarrassed to say I thought I would be."
" I get you. Men are so much different that way. We can roll around naked, kiss, and play but never get into full-blown sex. Never come close to considering ourselves bisexual. When I'm in the situation with Michi, I love her body next to mine. But I have no desires for a woman."
"Different strokes, I guess. I am glad Ethan is more relaxed around me. I like having him near me like that. I'm not turned on, but I'm not turned off either."
I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Because you're so damn open-minded and sexy. I mean, we have to take the prize for an unconventional family. I know you're my brother, but now, I feel more like you're my partner, my husband."
He set me on the counter's edge, and I wrapped my legs around him.
"To outsiders, we are husband and wife. I've recently thought about putting a ring on your finger. Brookie, there's no one else I'd want. Ever. I only need you."
"I'd love that, Oliver, but how would we explain it to Michi. We've skated around the subject for so many years. The truth would come out if I did that?"
"I suppose," he admitted. "But maybe it's time to lay it all out. Maybe we should talk to Ethan about it. See what he thinks?"
I nodded and kissed him deeply. "I love you, you know that."
"Oh baby, I love you so much. I think I fell in love with you when you got out of the car on your first day here. You knocked me out."
"I'm so glad it all worked out with us."
"There's a lot more to our story."
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Michi sat at the kitchen island while I prepared dinner.
"So, what do you think about the modeling thing?"
"Oh, I don't know, it's something your dad and I would have to discuss. How old are the students?"
"They're my age and older. They're all excellent artists. Some draw and some paint."
"How many would be here?"
"Four, maybe five."
"Oh, okay, that's not too many," I said, relieved that we weren't talking double digits.
"Your school is pretty uptight. Straightlaced. Are you sure those students are into nudity? I don't want angry parents knocking on my door."
"Oh, my friends are all into it. I don't think they'd tell their parents. They'd have no reason to find out since it's not in the school curriculum.
Olliver walked in at that moment. "What's up?" he asked, stealing a tomato from the salad.
"Michi is asking about her model thing and the artists coming here. It'll be four or five students- they're accomplished artists. They paint and or draw."
Michi nodded. "And they're very mature for their age."
Oliver and I glanced at each other and smiled.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "That's a plus."
"I know you're okay with being nude around your family, but it will be different being naked in front of strangers. You're sure you're okay with that?"
She nodded vigorously. "Definitely! I have a hot body, and I'd like to show it off."
"Well, alrighty then," Oliver said on his way out of the room.
I stifled a laugh. "I'll talk to your dad about it later."
Later that evening, I told Oliver, "Our daughter has no modesty."
He laughed. "In this house!?"
"True." I was stripping to get my shower. "I am happy that she is proud of her body." Oliver was already undressed and stepped in to adjust the water.
"Her mom has a pretty damn nice body too." He pulled me into him under the steamy stream. "You turn me on every damn time I look at you. I never get tired of your beautiful body."
"Hey, is this private, or can anyone join?" Ethan already had his clothes off and was stepping under the stream with us.
"Hi baby, how was your day?" I asked, kissing him.
"Better now that I'm home. And seeing you both in here made it perfect."
"I think he's buttering us up for something," Oliver laughed.
"Nah, sometimes all I need is family," Ethan admitted.
"We're all here for you, baby," I said, kissing him deeply.
"Are you back to lifting again, son?"
"I am. I've been slacking, and you got ahead of me!"
Both you muscle-bound hunks," I teased. "Let's see! Back to back."
They stood back to back, and I measured their shoulders with my hands. Next, their waists. I ran my hands around their waists. Then I bent over and ran my hand up their inner thighs to their balls.
"Hey, wait a minute, I don't think she's really measuring us," Ethan laughed.
"I think she was just copping a feel!" Oliver said, and they both laughed.
"I wondered how long it would take you guys to figure it out," I laughed.
Their cocks were at full attention by the time I got done, and I fisted each one.
"Ahhh, Brookie," Ethan breathed.
"Yeah, damn, she's got the hands, doesn't she?"
They turned to face me, their arms around each other.
"You guys sure know how to make a pussy wet," I murmured, still fisting their cocks.
They pulled me into them, and we were triangled together.
Ethan looked down. "Just don't do any dick comparing," he snorted. "I'm not sure why I didn't inherit that thing!"
"Awwww what the fuck... You get these girls screaming when they're dangling on that thing," Oliver said.
"Oh yeahhhhhh," I added. "Okay, no more hand jobs. I primed the pumps, and I'm done. We can pick this up later."
"What! You're gonna leave us hanging like this?" Oliver said.
I looked down at the whole meat swaying. "Those two cocks are doing anything but hanging."
I finished washing and stepped out.
"Well, hell!"
As I walked away, I heard their loud breathing as they took things into their own hands.
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"Okay, sweetheart," Oliver said, "you can have your art class here. No more than four or five."
And that's what it ended up. Three boys and two girls. One was a petite Asian girl, the other a well-built blonde, and three studly guys.
Michi wasted no time dropping her robe and getting into the requested position. They got busy sketching, and she was right. They were all quite impressive artists.
Ethan entered the kitchen and said, smiling, "One guy already has a wet spot on the front of his pants."
I chuckled. "They probably came from strict backgrounds."
Oliver was out for the evening, leaving Ethan and me to escort. I had no fear we'd have to do much of that.
One of the guys had his eye on Michi and the gorgeous Asian. Her black hair hung like a flag of black silk down her back. She was small-breasted and had a petite waist that a man's hands could surround.
I glanced at Ethan, and he was watching her as well, with a bulge in his pants. I stifled a laugh. His cock throbbed in my hand when I squeezed it through his pants.
"I bet you're thinking that you could impale that little thing on your cock and walk all over the house," I smirked.
He grinned, watching her over my shoulder. "How did you know?" He tweaked my nipple rings that were always poking through my shirt. "But you know I got a thing for tits. Your tits."
"Mmm, I'll give you relief from that later, baby." I gave him another heavy fondle before wandering away.
I had snacks for their break, and the Asian introduced herself as Sue.
"I wonder if I might ask you a question?"
"Sure!" I replied.
"I couldn't help but notice your nipples. Well, your breasts, really. They're so big. I wish mine were." She trailed off.
"My nipples are pierced, and that's what you're seeing."
"Oh my gosh! Did it hurt? When did you have it done? Does it feel good? Do you have all kinds of jewelry for them?"
I laughed. "Would you like to see?"
"Oh my gosh, I'd love to," she nearly squealed.
I took her hand and led her into the bathroom. I pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my tits to her.
"They're so big," she started to reach out and pulled back.
"You can touch. That's okay, baby," I encouraged.
She softly trailed her fingers around my tits. I sucked in a breath when she touched the underside. She looked at me and ran her fingers in a semi-circle again, watching my reaction.
"Is the underside sensitive on yours, too?"
She nodded and unbuttoned her blouse. "I'm just so small, though."
She parted her blouse and revealed the largest, blackest nipples I'd ever seen.
"Damn, Sue. Your nipples are huge. Mmm, and gorgeous." I watched as the center bud began to grow out.
I ran a finger around the outer perimeter of her nipple, then over all the tiny bumps on the inside edge. I heard her soft moan. She did have cupcake tits, but they were soft and firm.
She continued to fondle mine. She hefted each one in her hand and touched the silver jewelry with her thumb.
"Mmm," I moaned softly.
"That feels good?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"Oh yeah, baby, that feels good. Your hands on me, too."
I began to mirror what she was doing to me on her own breasts. I [inched the center black buds even longer and harder. They looked like bottle nipples. I'd never seen any so long.
She smiled, leaned over, and took my aching nipple into her mouth. I moaned, and her talented mouth had me arching for more.
"Oh god, Sue..."
She smiled again and began running her lips around my tits, nuzzling the underside until I was panting. Then she repeated with the other. My knees were like jelly.
We heard someone calling for us. The second half was about to start. We buttoned up and hurried out.
"Where were you?" Ethan asked.
"In the bathroom fondling Sue's tits while she did mine," I smirked.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he said, his mouth dropping open.
"And god, she's good," I sighed.
"She must be. Your nipples are like bullets, and I can smell your sex. Makes me want to fuck you right here in front of them," he growled.
"I might let you do that. She really had me turned on!"
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That night in bed, I asked Oliver, "What would you think if I told you I played with another woman today."
He looked at me for a moment. "I think just the thought of that makes my dick throb."
"Mmm. She's gay, one of the artists. A friend of Michi."
"Video?" I laughed and elbowed him. "A big turn-on for you. Titty play with another girl?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, you know how Michi and I fool around, but this with Sue was a little more intense."
"Oh baby," he growled, rolling me under him.
He dropped into the cradle of my thighs.
"Mmm, the thought of the two of us did get you all fired up, hmm," I whispered when I felt his cock probing.
"Hell yeah! Every man gets off on the vision of women together. Even when you and Michi play, it drives me wild. Seeing your tits mashed together. Your soft, gorgeous bodies rubbing on each other. Damn."
"I think Michi and her are lovers," I said, having noticed their intimate touches. He groaned loudly.
I lifted my legs around him, and he slid in. I moaned at that delicious invasion feeling.
We kissed passionately while he slowly moved in and out.
"So you like the idea of your daughter's mouth on another woman's cunt... Seeing her tongue flicking that long pink clit... Hearing how Michi makes her moan... See how wet her soft cunt lips are and how she'd nibble them."
"Oh, goddamn it," he grunted, his cock throbbing inside me with my words.
"Or maybe she'd have her face between Michi's legs, French kissing your daughter's sweet pussy that would be dripping for her. Each time she'd flick her clit, she'd cry out... Michi's soft thighs closed around Sue's face... Rubbing her mouth and nose and chin in her wet pussy..."
He began to pound into me. His cock felt like a hot steel rod inside me. My first orgasm hit me like a freight train. I cried out, my cunt convulsed around his swelling cock. He drove in, locked, and exploded hot seed.
He flopped on his back, forearm across his eyes. His chest was heaving with the exertion of his body shuddering orgasm.
"Your words. They inflame me, baby. When you talk like that, you make my balls ache. I get out of control."
"I know," I said softly, not sorry that I could control his pleasure like that.
Michi came in a few minutes later, naked and fresh out of her shower. She crawled up the bed between us.
"Hey, sweetheart," Oliver said, rolling to his side to kiss her.
"Mmm, Daddy," she whispered, sliding her hand down his chest to his cock. "Hmm, you must have started and ended without me," she giggled.
"I did. Your mom was telling me about your artist friend, Sue."
"Oh, did she tell you they played in the bathroom on the artist's break," Michi laughed.
"I did. I told him," I admitted.
"Are you lovers?" her dad asked.
"We are, yes. Sue a lesbian." She checked out some chipped polish. "But you know, I decided I could never give up cock."
Oliver laughed. "Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that! I hope I'm around next time you have the artists here."
"You want to check her out, don't you, Dad!" Michi laughed.
"Well, yeah. That way, when I fantasize about you and her together, I'll know what she looks like," he explained as if Michi hadn't figured that out already.
Suddenly, she jumped up and ran out of the room, only to return a few seconds later, holding her tablet.
"I have something you'll like, Daddy."
He propped his head on the pillow, and she brought up a video and placed it on his chest. She snuggled next to him, her head on his shoulder, leg over him. I snuggled in behind her to watch.
Sue's face appeared as she started the video. Then she turned to run back to the bed. Her long black silky hair flowed down her back, nearly to her ass.
Michi was waiting for her on the bed, and they wrapped in each other's arms. They began to kiss and roll on the bed.
"Damn, Michi, she's pretty hot," Oliver said.
"Ummhmm."
They exchanged a few words, and Michi adjusted the camera to zoom in closer on the bed.
She parted Sue's legs and began to stroke her silky soft pussy lips.
"Mmm, baby," Oliver groaned. "That's a beautiful pussy to eat."
They were careful to arrange themselves so no detail was lost. Michi snaked her tongue out to lap up and down the shiny, moist slit.
She parted her lips, showing the pink bud of her clit, and then began to tease it. Sue's hips rocked, and she wailed out her first orgasm.
"I never saw nipples as big or as black as hers," I commented when she sat up on the bed. "They grew into long black bullets, like on a bottle."
Oliver was groaning softly on and off as we watched the video.
They ate each other, and then Sue ran out of the frame. When she reappeared, she was wearing a big black dick. Michi moaned when she saw her, laid back on the bed, and spread her legs.
We could hear the buzz of the vibrator then she shoved into Michi's wet cunt. Michi began a low vibrating moan that started ongoing waves of pleasure.
"Oh my god, that was so hot," Michi breathed.
Her dad turned his head and said, "You're so hot, baby." They kissed deeply.
Sue fucked her missionary. Then Michi got on her hands and knees, facing the camera. Her tits dangled and swayed below her as Sue fucked her with the black dildo from behind. The ecstasy was apparent on Michi's face as she rode the waves from the vibrating dick.
I sucked in a breath. "That looks so hot."
"Oh, mama, you'd love it. It's like you can't believe." She removed my hand to her breast, and I kneaded, plucking at her nipples. "Oh yeah," she whispered, and Oliver moaned louder.
I rolled Michi towards me and moved my thigh between hers. She pushed her thigh against my wet cunt, and we kissed.
The video went silent, and I knew Oliver was watching us.
The videos fired us up, and it quickly turned passionate. I rubbed my cunt on her thigh as she did, and we gasped in each other's mouths.
At the same time, we moved, and my mouth was on her wetness. I felt her tongue on my clit, and I mirrored her actions. Oliver's hands were stroking our bodies, pinching and pulling our nipples, and watching every second of our action.
She quickly brought me to a sobbing climax and worked me right up again. She came, and I licked up the gush of her sweet juices. I rested my head on her soft inner thigh and lapped at her slit, and nibbled on her soft, smooth lips.
She gave me another body-shuddering orgasm, and she followed along.
"You're killing me here," Oliver moaned.
"Poor daddy," she said, kissing my cunt.
"Mmm hmm."
We looked up, and he was lazily stroking his cock, which was hard again and an angry red.
Michi crawled over to him. "You want me to fuck you, daddy?"
"I do, baby. So much."
He looked at her with eyes that were hot pools of lust. Seeing this other side of Michi made him love her that much more. Be aroused even more by her. She is the perfect sexual being that we created. Our daughter, who, like us, is always ready, wanting and needing sex. Add to it she's loving, sweet, compassionate, and intelligent. That's enough to get anyone's dick up.
She crawled to the corner of the bed before the mirror. She watched her dad come up behind her and smiled. His eyes locked with hers, and he smoothed his hands over her back and sides. His hands overflowed with her tits as he hefted them below.
"You're just so damn beautiful," her dad said.
She was. Her long hair was piled wildly on her head, curly strands grazing her back. Long, thick lashes framed her big aqua eyes. Full, lush lips were perpetually rosy. Perfect breasts hung below her sexy, provocative body. He stroked her round ass.
"Daddy..." she whispered, her eyes turning lusty.
"You're so wet, baby girl," he moaned, knowing it was for him.
He teased her slit with the fat mushroom head of his cock. Their eyes were locked as he slowly pushed in. Her lips parted, tongue flicking across. His fingers dug into her hips, and she pushed back. Taking what she wanted.
She watched him as she began to ride his cock. He thrust, and their bodies slammed together. Her tits jerked and bounced under her. She squeezed her cunt tighter on his marauding cock and garnered a low roar from him.
He was out of control. His ass muscles squeezed tensely as he drove into her. She pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust. His fat balls swung, slapping her clit, taking her higher.
She tipped her head back and opened her mouth in a long low mew as her cunt rhythmically gripped his cock. The tension in his face was apparent as he tried to hold off. He gritted his teeth as her cunt continued to milk his cock. Wanting to suck all the seed out of him into her.
She whimpered, reading his mind, "I want it all, Daddy."
That was it for him. He slammed into her hard and deep. Locked in while his cock pumped his white hot seed into her luscious body.
His fingers were still clamped on her hips. He was still buried inside her. She pushed back, not wanting to lose him.
I was coming down from my own mind-numbing orgasm.
She crawled up the bed to rest between us.
"I love you both so much," she said softly.
I petted her soft skin. The tuft of copper curls. Her nipples are still stiff from her dad.
"We couldn't love you more, baby girl," Oliver said.
"We never talked about it because it made no difference in the family. But you never talked much if you were married. I know you had Ethan, but it's all a little vague."
Oliver and I looked at each other, knowing that day would come. He nodded at me.
"It's a long story, and it all started with love. It goes back before I had you..."
I started with Ethan and my relationship and went through it all until now.
"So you or Ethan could be my dad?"
"Right," Oliver nodded. "We never wanted to know which one. We both love you. We all created you as far as we are concerned. But Ethan would be your brother or father, or brother and father."
"Mmm, I like that." She sighed. "I liked when they filled you with their seed, mama."
"Me too. Mostly because it created you," I smiled, smoothing the hair from her face.
We heard Ethan coming in from work. He looked in the door.
"Did I miss all the fun?" he grinned.
"Hurry. Come and fuck me," Michi commanded. At that, Ethan's cock tented the front of his suit pants.
"Just give me a minute!"
And a minute it was until he was back, naked, with his hard-on bouncing in front of him. She lifted her legs over each of us, opening herself up to Ethan.
"Oh baby," he growled, dropping between her legs. His cockhead probed her cunt. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He slid in deep, then ground in deeper.
"I know you might be my dad," she said, smiling. "Mmm, I felt your cock jerking inside me. You like that I can call you daddy now, too?"
"Oh fuck, baby girl," he moaned, kissing her deeply and driving in fast and hard.
I stroked his hot skin and squeezed his ass while he fucked Michi. Oliver and I had her spread wide and caressed her soft thighs. She whimpered out waves of pleasure until Ethan locked and unloaded into her.
He rolled to his side, Oliver behind him. Oliver threw his arm around Ethan.
She looked over. "I love that you do that. I mean, I know you're not gay or bi or anything like that. But so many of the guys at school are like oh no, don't touch me to other guys."
"I actually enjoy my son's body," Oliver said, stroking Ethan's chest.
"The more time I spent naked with Dad and Brooke, the more comfortable I got. I like our closeness. A lot. I love my dad, and I love Brooke. I like showing the same affection for both."
"You've never said that before, son." Oliver's voice was full of emotion.
"I mean, it's not like you make my dick hard," Ethan said, laughing to lighten the mood.
"I love you all so much!" Michi cried.
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Michi's art class met again, and this time, Oliver was home.
"Holy fuck, Sue is stunning." Oliver breathed in my ear. "I thought she was hot in that video, but in person, she is breathtaking."
"Sue is model material, no doubt. I'd say she should be the model, but she's too talented as an artist to give that up."
Oliver agreed. As he stood behind me, I felt his cock start to grow.
Sue came up on their break to hug me.
"It's wonderful to see you again, Brooke. And this must be Oliver," she said, holding her hand.
"I am, yes. You're a wonderful artist!" he said.
She glanced down, noticing the bulge in the front of his pants, and smiled. "Thank you. I can see why your daughter is so sexy, coming from the both of you."
Michi came up just then. "Sue, are you teasing my dad?" She reached down and cupped her hand around his throbbing bulge.
"Michi!" he admonished, and it was the first time I'd ever seen my brother blush. "Sue is stunningly beautiful, so she has much to do with my condition." Everyone laughed low.
"Quite alright," Sue said. "I like cock, it's just that I prefer pussy. Especially your daughters'."
They exchanged heated glances while Michi rhythmically squeezed her dad's cock. "If you don't quit doing that, you're going to have to do something about it," Sue told her.
Michi looked at her and said, "I can." Sue nodded.
Michi led us all into the small guest room adjoining the living room. Fortunately, everyone was snacking in the dining room and missed the exit.
Michi dropped to her knees and had Oliver's pants down to his ankles. His cock popped up and fell heavily.
"Mmm, I can see why your women take good care of you," Sue said. "Quite impressive."
He looked at her. "Thank you. As are you."
Michi had her dad's cock in her mouth, and he hissed through his teeth. "Seems I'm the only one naked or semi-naked here."
Sue grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. "I don't want you to feel bad. Will this help?" she smiled, teasing.
"Very much so," he said, staring at the black nipples that were apparent through the white lace.
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He groaned when those huge black nipples came into view. She pushed her shorts off and stood naked.
Michi was stroking her dad's cock and said, "Isn't she hot, Daddy?""Oh god, yeah," he murmured, licking his lips.
She stepped up to him. "I'd love it if you'd touch me," she whispered.
He trailed his fingers around her breasts, then pinched and pulled the buds into long bullets. They both groaned.
"Get on the bed so we can both use you," Sue commanded.
Michi was on one side, Sue on the other. They kissed with his cock between their lips. He growled. Sue weighed his big balls in her hand while Michi sucked on the head of his cock. She pulled one into her mouth and began to hum. He clutched the sheet and involuntarily pushed up, then began thrusting.
"Oh my god," he moaned as Sue played with each ball in her mouth while Michi sucked his cock.
I knew he couldn't last much longer, and right then, he grunted a warning. Michi clamped her lips around the base of his dick, and Sue hummed louder.
Mindful of the others in the next room, he growled each pump of his cock. When his body relaxed, his ball popped out of Sue's wet mouth, and Michi pulled her mouth off his semi-hard cock.
"You said he was hot, and you were right," Sue whispered to Michi, and they kissed over his recovering body.
"You two better get out of here because I'm hard again, and I'm not responsible for what I'd do to you two," he growled.
They giggled and quickly dressed, scooting out the door.
"I told you!"
"You were right. God damn, she is on fire."
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It seemed everyone was busy all at one time. Michi had finals and stayed in her room studying. I had extra work on the computer that I didn't finish until around nine. Ethan had come home from work and disappeared. Oliver had made dinner for everyone to grab what they wanted, and then he cleaned up and went to watch movies.
Dead tired, I dropped my clothes and came into the bedroom. It was dark, but for the light in the shower. I heard laughing and saw Oliver and Ethan under the steamy spray. They were laughing and playing grab ass.
I crawled on the bed to watch them. Like Michi, I liked that men were that comfortable with each other.
Ethan's hands were soapy and slick, and he ran the sponge and hand over his dad's back, across his shoulders and arms. I couldn't hear what they said, but Ethan began to massage his shoulders. Oliver's neck rolled, and I heard him moan.
Ethan began to rub his biceps up to his shoulders. Oliver's moans got louder when Ethan massaged each long back muscle.
After a while, he returned to rubbing the soapy sponge over him. Oliver leaned over with his hands on his knees. Ethan laughed and smacked him on the ass. Oliver's big balls and cock swung and swayed between his spread legs.
It wasn't all that sexual, but my pussy was leaking just watching them interact. Their coloring was so similar that they could have been twins from here.
Oliver turned and said something to Ethan, and he ran his hand between the two muscled globes. Oliver nodded his head and stood up. Ethan began the same routine on his dad's chest, sides, and arms. He worked the soapy sponge and his hand lower, across Oliver's hard stomach, then lower. Oliver was semi-hard, which didn't surprise me. It would happen just from the closeness of a body.
They exchanged a few words, and Ethan laughed and mashed the sponge into his dad's chest. Oliver held it, and Ethan wrapped one soapy hand around his dad's cock and cupped his balls in the other. Ethan worked up a froth, and Oliver laughed, stroking through his hand. Ethan reached around and spanked his dad on the ass. They laughed uproariously.
I was lazily stroking my clit, not wanting to come yet, but just enjoy the action.
Ethan knelt and sponged his dad's legs between his thighs. He held those big balls out of the way to sponge between his thighs.
Oliver rinsed off, and Ethan handed him the sponge. Right away, I could tell Oliver was more comfortable touching his son's naked body. He made a long, slow stroke from his shoulders down over his ass. Ethan tipped his head back, his eyes closed.
Oliver then used both hands to run his hands up his back, his thumbs sliding up Ethan's spine. I heard Ethan start to groan. Oliver massaged his muscular ass cheeks, separating the hard globes and running his thumbs through the crevice.
Ethan's lips parted, his eyes still closed. His dad said something to him, and Ethan nodded.
His dad's fingers slipped between his thighs and began to stroke from the base of his balls to his ass. Ethan shuddered as his dad stroked the sensitive area. With his other hand, he held Ethan's balls and began to deeply probe with his fingers to elicit louder groans that were more sexual in nature.
Men knew how, where, and how hard, and Oliver used it on his son. Oliver tugged on the fat balls, and Ethan reached down and began to stroke his cock. Oliver continued to manipulate his balls and stroke behind his balls through the crevice in his ass.
Ethan's groans were louder yet, and he stroked his cock faster. Oliver pressed his fingers between his balls into his body, and Ethan shuddered.
He opened his mouth, and a guttural growl started low and became louder. Suddenly streams of hot white cum arced across the shower. Ethan swayed, and Oliver pulled him against his body.
They exchanged a few words, and Ethan rinsed off. Oliver's cock was hard and bobbed out in front of him. Ethan grabbed it, and they exchanged a few more words. He soaped his hand and began to stroke his dad's fat cock. He only took a minute to shoot white arcs across the shower and a louder bellow.
They were both surprised to see me on the bed, obviously watching them.
"Hot show, boys," I smiled at their embarrassed looks. "Just a little locker room slap and tickle," I said, shrugging it off.
They slid under the sheets, and after a bit of rubbing to make sure I was happy, we all fell asleep. Satiated and happy.
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One day, Ethan and Michi were twined naked on the sofa, the roaring fire keeping them warm.
"So, you might be my dad, hmm?"
"I might, yes. Is it important to you which one of us could be your father?" he asked with some amount of trepidation. It made no difference to them, but Michi might think differently.
She threw her leg over his hip. "No, not at all. I think it's exciting to think it's you when I'm with you, and it's Dad when I'm with him. I mean fucking my dad seems a lot naughtier than fucking my brother."
He laughed loudly. "I guess that didn't occur to me." Ethan smoothed his hands over her shapely curves. "I'd like to think I had a hand, or sperm, in creating this beautiful woman, though."
"Mmm, thank you, Daddy. I like that I can make your cock this hard." She rocked on his cock, trapped between their bodies.
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I was relieved that Michi wanted no more information about Oliver and Ethan besides what we knew. I suppose DNA samples would positively answer the question, but I wouldn't want it to go that far. I think we are perfect as we are, and apparently, so does Michi.
Someday, Michi may want to go out on her own. Even Ethan may find an interest outside the family. And I'd be okay with that. We each need to live our happiest lives in the short time we're on this earth.
As for me and Oliver, we've been together forever, and I'm pretty sure we will be together til the end.
For now, our unconventional life will go on much the same.
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