To me, our family incest was our way of life. The adults to my own knowledge never touched the children until we were upper teen. Our lifestyle was bore within us. Everything had become so clear to me as I would think back to family visits and reunions. The way father would touch my aunts and uncles, the moments I would find mother in an embrace with the same. Why the late night adult games had turned quiet with whimpered noises.
Soon enough, T and all of our teen cousins were given permission to play the way we wanted. The best times I had were in that wonderful hay field with my favorite female cousins C and B. Oh the things I learned in that field.
And again those sweet kisses goodbye followed by the long country road drive back home. I remember one of those long backseat rides home I could not keep my eyes off of T’s penis peeking out of his jog shorts. I could see the head, shiny and dripping its juice. I placed my hand on it and he breathed deeply. Mother looked in the back seat and giggled, giving me a lift of the eyebrow.
I couldn’t help myself. I pulled down those shorts and brothers hardness sprang out and I leaned in with no embarrassment, of course, and started to suck that lovely rod. Watching us from her front seat, mother licked her own lips slowly and giggled at our fun.
That evening when we finally arrived back home, unloaded the car and showered clean, we all climbed into my favorite place, our family bed. Funny how everyone has their own spot. We were always the same order: mother, brother, me and father. I don’t know why we kept this order all those years, but I always suspected they kept me and brother in the middle so we could keep our sex exclusive to us. Since it was a surprise for our parents to wake to me and brother fucking quietly under the covers. And still mother and father had never touched us in a sexual way for their own pleasure. The night brought much needed sleep and the next morning brought a new sort of family time.
Mother rose from bed and opened the floor length drapes that covered a patio door which led out to our back yard. Brother as always was spooning me through the night and woke kissing my neck. I loved those kisses. I was facing my father’s backside. Mother came back to bed.
Soon enough I could feel a hand between me and T and I knew it wasn’t mine or his. It was mother’s hand. Gently beginning to stroke his morning erection. At first I was sad and a bit jealous. That first erection of the morning had been mine and only mine for so many years now. How dare she touch it! Then I had the feeling of fingers on my slit, rubbing very gently. It felt so good, different from brothers fingers. Those fingers belonged to mother.
Mother raised herself up on her arm to persuade my hand to father’s penis. I had wanted father for so long. Watching him around the house when he would have an erection was one of the most lovely sights to me. I was so excited to have this chance to have him in my hand. Father’s morning erection was so hard and so big that my whole hand didn’t even fit around it.
At this point we were in full mode of what would become our grown up family playtime. Father rolled over rubbing sleep from his eyes and he gasped when he realized the hand on his big cock was mine. Father looked over to mother, ‘ “It’s time, darling. It’s time.” ‘ she said to him. The look in her eyes, the hardening of her nipples, the butterflies in my stomach and the sensation of brother now sucking my nipples, the throbbing of fathers hard cock in my hand! Oh I was ready for this new playtime. Yes……
Mother climbed over T to get to me. Telling me it was ok to suck fathers cock. She was happy to share him with me finally. I did not have to be told twice, I licked and sucked that hard cock I had seen walking around in front me all those years. Mother and father both laughed at my hidden hunger for it. Then I realized the way T was looking at me. It wasn’t sadness, but I could tell he felt the same about me and father as I felt of him and mother.
I stopped the blow job and crawled over to my brother, kissing him long and tenderly. Our mother and father watched us give one another permission to continue as we entered this new way of our lives. I will never love another as I have loved my own brother.
Permission given, I gladly went back to sucking father’s cock, my new cock, the one that gave me life. He was so gentle in how he touched my hair and face. How he stroked mother while she was licking and sucking my brother. Then came what brother and I had been talking secretly about and both wishing for all this time. We were going to be with our parents in the purest way.
Mother told me to mount father as she wanted me to be able to take him in me without too much pain. He was quite well endowed and what a lovely cock father’s was. So as any good teacher would do, mother guided me through it. All the while keeping me wet and able for him.
Father felt so damn good inside of me. I had been waiting for so long. The look on his face was pure love for me. He pulled me down upon him and kissed my face and lips so tenderly. Finally touching my body the way I had only dreamed of. And on mother’s side of the family bed, brother was in her balls deep missionary style. She held on as he gently glided in and out of her. Pelting her with kisses and hot breaths. T and I looked into each other’s eyes. I was no longer jealous.