Ocean’s Edge – The Tides

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Chapter Six

 

 

Day Four: All Hands on Deck

 

 

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We spent the evening in a completely platonic conversation. I asked her a lot of questions about her thoughts on incest and we had a terrific discussion about societal expectations regarding inter-family sexuality. We generally had the same views but spoke about varied opinions on how people tend to approach a family member for sex. Our discussion lasted well into the evening and we ended up falling asleep on our sides, facing each other in the darkness.

The complete lack of physical sexual contact settled perfectly well with me since I woke up refreshed in both body and mind. I slid out of bed and slipped out of Angie’s room to get my shower things. I walked into our room and gathered my things before heading to the shower. I snuck over to Hannah’s door and was mildly disappointed that I didn’t hear anything going on from the other side. I assumed they probably spent the evening talking like Angie and I did.

After my shower, I decided not to put clothes on. Instead, I snuck over to Hannah’s door again and listened once more for any sounds that would indicate if they were up. I put my ear to the door and was disappointed when I heard nothing again. I went to leave when I heard a voice squeak from the other side. As I continued holding my ear up to the door, I slid my hand down the door until I felt the knob and slowly turned it.

The door opened slowly and quietly until I was able to see the bed inside. A smile crept across my face when I saw Hannah looking directly at me with a devilish smile on her face. The scene before me was one I thought only existed in the girl-on-girl porn videos I’d seen before. Hannah had her legs wide open. Brandie had one of her legs over and another under Hannah’s legs as they rubbed the lips of their pussies together.

“Scissoring,” I thought to myself. “I didn’t think this was a thing women really did.”

I snuck into the room and closer to the bed without Brandie sensing my presence. As I moved closer, I saw my wife had both her hands wrapped around Hannah’s leg, pulling her closer. By the time I got to the edge of the bed, Brandie noticed me and turned her head. To her surprise, my hardened cock was pointing directly at her face. She opened her mouth and maneuvered her face to take the tip into her mouth and sucked the head in and out of her mouth.

“Well hello, Uncle Frank,” Hannah said between moans.

“Hi, sweetie,” I responded, still watching my dick go just slightly in and out of my wife’s mouth. I turned and winked at Hannah, so she didn’t think I was talking to Brandie while ignoring her.

Brandie took more and more of me into her mouth in a short time. Before I knew it, I was getting a full- on blowjob.

“Fuck, babe. You suck dick better than anyone!” I told her.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me as she continued.

“I’m not so bad either, Uncle Frank,” Hannah whimpered.

“I wouldn’t know, darlin’.”

“I can fix that!” she announced loudly as she pulled her legs from the pretzel-like form she and my wife were engaged in. She moved quickly to lay next to Brandie and stared at my shaft as it disappeared into my wife’s mouth.

“Can I try, Aunt Brandie?” she asked, still staring at my cock.

When my cock was as far down my wife’s throat as she could take it, she pressed her lips tightly around the base and guided me out as slow as she could in a show for Hannah. When the head popped out of her mouth, she wrapped her hands around the base and pointed it in Hannah’s direction.

“He likes it slow and tight. If you want to make it last, just use your mouth. He’ll cum quicker if you use your hand, though.”

Hannah licked her lips before opening her mouth wide. Brandie put her hand on the back of Hannah’s head and pushed it forward to accept my cock into her mouth.

“That’s it. Don’t take too much of it in at first. You have to tease him a little to start,” My wife said looking up at me.

Hannah had no intention of that at all. She took only the tip into her mouth and flicked her tongue back and forth over it. Brandie had a single finger and thumb wrapped around the base and began to gently move them back and forth.

“You two are going to make me cum before I want to,” I grunted.

Brandie got up onto her knees and put her mouth right next to my ear. She sucked my earlobe into her mouth and started whispering dirty things to me as she continued to barely stroke me.

“Look down into her eyes, Frank.”

I did.

“She’s going to make you cum with that talented tongue of hers.”

“Hell yes, she is,” I moaned.

“Do you want to fuck her first?” she whispered softly.

I nodded as my eyes were still locked with Hannah’s. Brandie kissed the edge of my ear as she also looked down to Hannah.

“Get on all fours, sweet baby,” Brandie ordered her.

Hannah released my cock and turned around.

“Isn’t that a beautiful pussy?” my wife asked.

I turned and pressed my lips against hers. She immediately opened her mouth and met my tongue with hers. We shared a quick but hotly passionate kiss as her hand stroked the entire length of my cock.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she hissed in my ear when the kiss was broken. “Do you want this hard dick in her pussy, Frank,” she said as she rubbed the head against Hannah’s labia. Hannah sighed loudly and tried to back her pussy onto my cock.

Brandie turned her attention to Hannah, “Not yet, Hannah,” she said before turning back to me, “or do you want to stretch her ass with this monster?” she added, poking Hannah’s puckered hole with my cock.

“I want her pussy,” was all I could muster.

Brandie re-positioned my cock at Hannah’s vagina.

“Now you can slide onto it, honey,” my wife said.

Hannah didn’t skip a beat. She slowly backed her pussy onto my cock as my wife kept it steady for her.

“Watch it slide into her cunt, Frank.”

I was paying attention to nothing else.

As I nearly bottomed out in Hannah, she wiggled her butt before moving forward, forcing me to slide out of her.

“She’s going to fuck you, Frank, and you’re not going to move.”

Hannah moved her body forward and back, fucking my cock at her pace. I knew it was only a matter of a few minutes before I came.

“It won’t be long until I cum,” I announced.

“When you feel it coming, tell me. Hannah wants to feel your cock pulsate against her lips as you dump your load down her throat.”

Brandie never seemed the type to play the dominant role, but she played it so well. The way she told Hannah what she was going to do and Hannah accepting it without discussion was a huge turn on and I felt the cum in my balls begin to boil. It was coming.

“Now!” I grunted loudly.

Hannah turned her body quicker than I thought she could and took me into her mouth, locking her lips around the base of my cock like Brandie did not long before that. I reach down and grabbed a handful of Hannah’s hair as I grunted once more.

“I’m cumming!”

“Shoot it into her throat, babe. She wants it all,” Brandie whispered in my ear.

I felt the first wave travel through my cock and into Hannah’s mouth. She briefly gasped for air before closing her lips around me again. Brandie put her hand under Hannah’s chin.

“Look at him while you accept his cum, Hannah,” she said in mothering tone.

I shot another wave of sperm into her mouth. My body jerked with each wave until I was finally spent. When she realized there was no more cum to receive, he pulled me out of her mouth.

“Now it’s my turn,” Brandie said as she leaned down and open mouth kissed Hannah. I watched as small traces of cum slipped from between their locked lips and run down their chins. I kissed my wife’s cheek first then Hannah’s before leaving them to finish what they started.

I went to my room and got dressed before heading downstairs. Everyone else seemed to be still asleep.

As I got downstairs, I walked through the living room before heading to the kitchen and noticed a significant change to the decorations in the room.

“What the hell?” I said out loud.

I investigated some of the things I recognized. I picked them up and looked them over.

“I know these from somewhere,” I said out loud again. I continued examining the objects around the living room, walking slowly from one to the other. I picked each one up and looked it over. The more I picked up, the closer I felt I was getting to realizing where the familiarity lay. As I was analyzing the picture that I originally said made Angie looks nearly exactly like my actual sister, she came downstairs.

“Hi Frank,” she said as she approached me from behind.

I set the picture back where it was and turned around only to find Angie standing nude behind me.

“Oh! Are we staying nude again today?” I asked as I looked her over from head to toe.

“I’ve come to like it,” she whispered. She continued to stare at me as her hand reach out and took hold of my dick. She stroked is softly as she continued to speak in whispers.

“I’ve also come to like this,” she said.

“Well, Angie,” I said, moving slightly closer to her, “I just finished cumming in your daughter’s mouth after she rode my cock.”

She continued to stroke me until I was hard.

“What I’m trying to say is, while I’ll never object to having your tongue wrapped around my dick, you’d be at it for a while if you’re waiting for me to cum.”

She smiled briefly before going to her knees and taking me into her mouth. She put her hands on my outer thighs as she sucked my cock. She would take it deep in one motion then only slight into her mouth in others. It was clear she never taught her daughter anything about sucking dick.

I watched her play a tune on my cock, sucking it with a certain amount of intensity when Brandie and Hannah walked it. Both were wearing oversized shirts and paused in the door to take in the scene.

“Seems I wasn’t enough,” Hannah said with a giggle.

“I don’t think he can get enough in this house,” my wife responded.

They both walked in and watched the show. Before long, James joined the party.

“Has anyone even slept?” he said looking everyone over. The last thing he saw from us was a crazy fuck session in the kitchen. His emergence from his room to find nearly the same thing happening likely threw him for a loop.

Angie pulled my cock from her mouth and invited her son to join us.

“Come join us, love.”

He walked up to us removing his clothes, leaving Hannah and Brandie as the only clothed ones left in the room. When he stood next to me, he was as hard as I was and ready to feel his mother’s lips wrapped around his cock.

“Looks like someone needs some extra attention after being left out last night,” I said as I stepped back, releasing my cock from Angie’s suction.

She didn’t miss a beat. She immediately replaced my cock with James’ and put her hands on his ass, pulling him closer to her. He looked like he was going to blow his load any moment. Instead, he pulled his cock from his mother’s mouth and stood her up.

“I want something else, Mom,” he said.

Angie moved against James, pressing her tits against his bare chest. “You want to fuck me, James?”

He nodded like a giddy child.

“You want to fuck me in front of everyone?” she said as she turned to look at us.

He leaned in and kissed Angie, surprising everyone including her. She withdrew from him and looked into his eyes in disbelief.

“Why did you kiss me?” she asked him, not pulling her eyes away from his.

“Because I love you, Mom.”

Angie read the tone of his voice and the vulnerability on his face. Her face drifted closer to his and eventually their lips met again. They kissed like lovers in the middle of the living room until he began to guide her to the floor. I looked over and saw my wife’s hand between Hannah’s legs while Hannah had a hand up her own shirt as she played with her nipple.

I looked back to Angie. She was on her back on the floor and James was positioned between her legs. She had her hand between them, positioning his cock at her hole.

“Push in, baby. Make love to me!”

I stared at them in utter confusion. Everything I saw happen since we had arrived suggested they were simply actors playing a damn good role. This, however, seemed genuine. Hannah’s face looked as if what she was seeing was the first time, she ever witnessed it. Brandie seemed taken by the scene unfolding in front of us all.

“What if this was real?” I whispered in Brandie’s ear.

She took in a sharp breath of air as if she just realized something life altering. There was a pause before she responded.

“Look at them,” she barely whispered as she held her gaze on the coupling.

I watched them again. James’ flexed his ass as he pushed into his mother. Her arms were wrapped around him and when his cock pushed deep into her pussy, she tossed her head back, opened her mouth wide and moaned loudly. He moved slowly in and out of her while kissing her neck and face softly.

“Is this real? Who are these people?” I thought to myself.

“I can’t tell if we’re role playing anymore,” I said quietly to my wife.

“I know,” she replied as her other hand slipped between her own legs.

We all watched the scene as it unfolded in front of our faces. James lifted his upper body while still holding eye contact with Angie. His hips continued pumping back and forth.

“I can see his cock going in and out of her,” Brandie whispered to me.

I didn’t have the right angle to see what she saw, but I could imagine. Angie’s face had a mixture of confusion and passion on it. I had been fine role playing everything up to then but watching them fuck on the floor in front of us made me believe incest was a real and beautiful thing.

James continued kissing Angie when Hannah became restless.

“Do you think I could join in?” she loudly whispered to my wife.

Brandie studied the coupling on the floor.

“Do you want James to fuck you?”

“No, I want Mom to lick me like she did at the table,” she said.

“That was pretty hot,” my wife replied. “Maybe you could lay next to her and tell her what you want?”

Hannah studied the position her mother and brother were in.

“Okay,” she said as she stood and removed her shirt.

She laid next to her mother and whispered into her ear. Angie turned her head and planted a kiss on her daughter’s lips.

“James, honey, could you fit your sister into this?” she asked.

James responded by lifting his mother’s legs into the air. He shifted his position, so he was resting on his knees and reinserted his cock into his mother. Hannah put her knees on both sides of her mother’s head and lowered her pussy onto Angie’s mouth.

“Oh, yes!” Hannah cried out as her mother’s tongue dipped into her vagina.

Angie placed her hands on Hannah’s ass and each of them moved rhythmically to their individual responsibility of the mechanical sexual masterpiece that worked in front of me. It seemed real and true and I began hoping Hannah and James were Angie’s actual offspring. Or whatever her name really was.

As I pondered the ramifications of everything that was going on in front of me, the strangest thing began to unfold. As I watched the two young ones gyrate in and on their mother, Brandie suddenly slammed her hand onto my knee and squeezed my leg hard.

“Fuck,” she grunted as quietly as she could, “I’m fucking cumming.”

I felt her hand rigorously shake as she came next to me. During Brandie’s orgasm, Angie announced her own.

“Fuck! James, I’m cum… I’m cumming!” she yelled before sliding her tongue back into her daughter’s vagina.

“Me too, Momma!” James declared.

“Momma,” I thought to myself. That was a unique phrase I hadn’t heard since we’d been there.

Angie pushed Hannah away slightly as she began to beg James.

“Cum in me,” she whispered. She was using her thumb to stimulate Hannah’s clit while she begged for her son’s cum.

“Cum in me, James,” she said again. She repeated the simple phrase over and over until she got her wish. Each iteration was spoken with more grit and determination than the one before.

What started with Brandie, traveled to Angie then James. I waited impatiently for the finale when Hannah would tell her mother that she was going to cum on her face. Before that was to occur, James started dumping his seed into his mother.

He grunted loudly with each rope of cum he shot into her pussy. As that was happening, Angie pulled Hannah’s pussy back to her mouth and groaned into her daughter’s pussy as her own orgasm exploded within her.

“Here it comes,” I thought.

While it didn’t happen as soon as I thought, Hannah eventually succumb to the vibrations of her mother’s voice on her clit.

“Mom,” Hannah whimpered as she reached down and pulled her mother’s lips deeper into the crevice between her legs.

“There it is,” I thought.

Everyone came practically at the same time, excluding me. I still didn’t know just how to categorize what just happened on the floor, but I was glad I was able to be there to see it. Real or staged, it was probably one of the hottest things we ever saw or read about.

When it was all done, Brandie sat next to me panting. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. James, Hannah and Angie laid side by side on the floor, each one of them breathing heavily. Angie was the first to get up. She peered in our direction before looking down at her children. She put her hand over her mouth, and it looked as if a tear fell from her eye onto her face.

She turned and walked quickly upstairs before I could say anything to her. I went to go after her, but Brandie pulled me back.

“I think something real happened just now and she may need a moment, babe,” she whispered softly into my ear.

I nodded in agreement.

Hannah and James, however, looked puzzled and got up to see to their mother. Brandie and I went upstairs and showered together. It was a nice moment for just the two of us. We soaped each other up as we talked endlessly about the experiences, we had over the previous several days. Our conversation went on and on until we felt to warmth of the water begin to fade away.

We walked to our room as we dried ourselves and finished our discussion in the bedroom as we dressed. We reaffirmed to ourselves that the decision we made to respond to the ad was one of the best we’d made and that it opened a lot of possibilities. I took that moment to further the conversation.

“What do you think about involving my real sister?” I hesitantly asked.

She turned and looked at me as if she were astonished I would bring up such a thing, “Angie?”

“I’m sorry, I think the craziness of the past several days have me thinking weird,” I lied.

“No, I’m curious what you mean?” she said, relaxing her face.

I didn’t think that far ahead.

“Well, I’ve always felt a little strange with Angie. Maybe strange isn’t the word. Close. No, that’s not quite right, either.”

Brandie walked around to my side of the bed.

“Did you want to experiment with her?” she asked, putting her hand in mine.

“The thought occurred to me.”

“Have you guys ever experimented before?” she said with a strange look in her eye.

“Not with any intention of carrying it further. I would have called it your typical ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ when we were very young.”

It looked almost like Brandie wanted to tell me she knew exactly what I was talking about or that she went through the same thing with one of her brothers, but all I got was “Well, that’s not so bad.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be so bad if that was all that happened,” I admitted.

“Something else happened?” she asked.

“Well, not between the two of us.”

I didn’t expect our previous conversation to turn into a confessional.

“When I first discovered masturbation, the primary fuel to my fire was the nudie magazines I found in my dad’s dresser. I would sneak one out, go to the bathroom, rub one out and try not to get any on the pages.”

Brandie sat her naked ass on the bed and turned me to face her as I continued confessing.

“Of course, I noticed the girls in school and imagined them all naked. I fucked most of them in my imagination and that led to a number of great jerk-off sessions.”

Brandie wrapped her hand around my shrunken cock and rubbed it as she listened intently to my story.

“About that time, though, I also noticed my sister was developing curves. Her hips widened, her breasts grew, and her butt began to round out. Over time, she began to invade my thoughts while I rubbed one out.”

“Did you ever cum thinking about her or did you dismiss the thought of her?”

“I’m getting there, babe.”

I explained everything there was to explain and we spent the next few hours discussing the concept. Between blowjobs, eating pussy and fucking, we never did come to any agreement on exploring the possibility of including Angie in our shenanigans. Without that answer, we made our way down to the kitchen where the smell of dinner cooking originated.

“Ah! That smells good, Angie,” my wife told her as she moved behind Angie.

“Thanks! Frank inspired me with his cooking last night, so I trotted down to the grocery store and got some things to make dinner!” she said excitedly. She was certainly happier than when she practically ran upstairs after her children came in and on her.

The smell in the air was basil, oregano, sausage and beef with tomato sauce. There was another pot on the stove with boiling water. Garlic was also in the air as I noticed the stove on.

“Garlic bread,” I thought. “She’s making my favorite meal. I wonder if that was a guess or she knew something I never told her.”

“It smells great,” I told Angie, “One of my favorites!”

“Oh, I’m so glad! It’ll be ready in a few minutes. I was thinking of eating outside while we watch the sunset!”

“That sounds amazing! Do you need help?” I asked her.

“Nope! Go ahead and make your way outside. The kiddos are already there, and they’ll make whatever you want to drink.”

“Sounds good!” I told her.

Brandie and I made our way outside and had Hannah make us a couple margaritas. Dinner was out in minutes as Angie promised. We all sat down and Angie looked everyone over before raising her glass.

“Here’s to a nice dinner and a great day ahead of us tomorrow,” she toasted.

Everyone clinked their glasses and proceeded to eat. I bit into the garlic bread and found it unremarkable. The spaghetti, however, was as recognizable as my own voice. It was the exact recipe I enjoyed. I decided not to make a big deal of it since it was just another mystery in the growing pile of mysteries.

We sat out on the patio the rest of the night talking and drinking. By the end of the night, we were all pretty drunk. The sun had long set and we were about to close out the night when I decided to ask what the final day’s plans were.

“Anything planned for our last day before we head home?”

Angie chugged down the last of her drink, “I hadn’t planned anything specific, but hopefully it’ll be packed with new surprises.”

She squinted then opened her eyes wide attempting to focus on me through her drunken haze, “As if there weren’t enough surprises, am I right?”

“I’ll drink to that!” Brandie said, downing the rest of her drink and setting it down harder than she should have.

“Aunt Brandie?” Hannah slurred.

“Yes, my sweet?” Brandie responded in kind.

Hanna stood up and dropped her shorts and panties, “Would you finger me before I go to bed?”

Despite everything that had happened up to that point, I was a little surprised at Hannah’s abruptness. It was certainly the alcohol, but I was curious if this level of inebriation would cause things to be revealed that otherwise would not have been. Part of me wanted to ask questions to see what I could pull out of them, but I didn’t want to spoil anything.

“Of course, sweetie, hop on up,” my wife sat, smacking her hands on her lap.

Hannah walked around the table and pulled my wife’s chair out before walking around and sitting in Brandie’s lap, facing the table. My wife reached her hand around Hannah and dipped it between her legs.

James stood up just then and began to gather the dishes, “I can’t. I’m taking these in then going to bed. This is going to hurt in the morning,” he said, thinking of his pending hangover.

Hannah began panting and gyrating in my wife’s lap while her mother had the zipper of her shorts lowered and her hand in her panties watching her daughter be fingered by Brandie.

“Finger that pussy, Brandie,” Angie egged on.

My wife slid a second finger into the young woman’s pussy and was pushing them in and out so fast, her hand was a blur.

“I don’t even know how that could feel good,” I thought.

Hannah was cumming in no time at all. She nearly slid off my wife’s lap before her orgasm subsided. Brandie had to hold her up until her legs were done shaking and she could stand on her own. At least, as well as she could while she was smashed.

When she was done, she turned to my wife and kissed her before stumbling to the patio door. She nearly fell into the house before slamming the door shut.

Angie had fallen asleep with her hand still lodged in her panties. Her head was tossed back, and her mouth was wide open. I spent the next hour getting Angie upstairs, naked and tucked into bed.

When I wandered into our room, Brandie was waiting for me and laughed when I walked into the room.

“Was that fun?” she asked with a snorted laugh.

“A blast,” I stated plainly, stepping out of my clothes as best I could.

I laid in bed and rolled over to kiss Brandie when I saw her eyes battling sleep.

“Sleep, babe,” was the last thing said before I passed out curious of what our last day would bring.

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Chapter Seven

 

 

Day Five: Fantasy Fever

 

 

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I woke up not feeling my absolute best. For some reason, I never thought to bring any kind of medication. I scraped whatever clothing was immediately available and wandered downstairs. I opened every cabinet in the kitchen looking for ibuprofen but didn’t find any. In lieu of that, I got the biggest cup I could find and filled it with water. The kitchen sink was full of the previous night’s dinner dishes. I scoffed at the fact that they weren’t cleaned as I would have done. I couldn’t complain too much, though, since none of us were in a condition to do dishes./ left the kitchen on my way to the patio to mix a small drink to help rid myself of the hangover when I \

steppe+d into the living room and was stopped dead in my tracks.

“What the actual fuck!?” I said louder than I intended.

Nothing that was there the first day we arrived was there. The room was now completely different than it was the day we arrived. The new items gave me the same sense of familiarity as the rest of the items that had shown up to that point. I knew them but couldn’t remember when and where they reminded me of. It was driving me crazy.

Also changed was the furniture. The couches that were there had been replaced by something else. I turned in circles staring at everything as I drove myself crazy trying to figure out why everything looked so familiar.

“This room is different,” I said.

I turned slowly trying to piece it all together.

“The room is different! If the room was the same as where the items I recognize were when I last saw then I would be able to put it all together.”

Before I could make it out to the patio, Brandie sauntered down to the kitchen. Just like me, she began searching cabinets for pain relievers, slamming the doors when she didn’t find it.

“Fucking… Advil!” she announced loudly. “Who doesn’t have pain relievers in their fucking house?”

I turned and laughed internally when I saw my wife as frustrated as I was at the lack of medicine. She came out to the living room holding her pounding head.

“Where the fuck is the Motrin!?” she asked.

“I have no idea. Here, have some water,” I said, handing he my cup. “Have you noticed that more and more things around here seem to have changed as time passed? This room is completely different than when we arrived.”

Brandie sipped the water and looked around the room, “It does seem different. Why does it look like someone cleaned here?” she asked.

I scanned the room again and she was right. With the virtual orgy that went on the day before, the room was in disarray and nobody cleaned it that I was aware of.

“I don’t know. I was going to mix a small drink on the patio to help with the hangover, do you want one?”

“No, could you check the bathrooms upstairs? I really don’t want a drink right now.”

“Sure. I probably don’t need to be having a drink right now anyway.”

I took another look around and went upstairs. I checked the bathroom we used and there was nothing in the cabinets there. I wandered to the bathroom that James and Hannah used and couldn’t find anything there, either. I was about to leave when I realized I couldn’t find anything. It was empty. No soap, no shampoo, no conditioner, no nothing. I thought for a moment that they might have just packed early so, I left and headed to the master bedroom.

I listened at the door to see if I could hear any kind of movement but there was nothing. I quietly turned the knob and opened the door. When I took a couple steps into the room, I noticed Angie wasn’t in the bed and it was made up.

“What the hell?” I thought, “What is happening around here?”

I walked to the bathroom and flung the door open without a care of who was in there or what they might be doing. As it turned out, it didn’t matter. There was no one and nothing in the master bathroom. I checked the cabinets regardless and found what I expected. Nothing.

I stormed back down the hall to Hannah and James’ rooms and found those empty as well. I hurried down the stairs in confusion.

“There’s nobody else here!” I practically yelled to Brandie.

“Shhh! Not so loud, damnit! What do you mean there’s no one here?”

“Theres. Nobody. Here!” I said, pausing between each word. “Like, I checked all the rooms and the bathrooms and all three of them have gone and taken all their crap.”

Brandie looked as confused as I was.

“Yeah. I have no idea what’s going on. First all the decorations change, the role playing seemed to change as we went along right up until the moment on the living room floor. Then we all get trashed and Hannah wants you to finger her like it’s the la–.”

I realized just then what was going on.

“Could this exit be planned? If so, what happened to our sixth day? I hope we get some money back.”

Brandie offered another option, “What if this is part of the package and we just haven’t given it time to see what comes next?”

I considered her idea and figured we may as well wait to see what happens.

“Maybe you’re right. Well, how about we get the dishes done, get some breakfast and go for a swim? Maybe some greasy food will help with the hangover.”

Brandie smiled for the first time that morning. “That sounds like a plan.”

We went into the kitchen and began washing dishes while we made guesses as to where that day might take us.

“What if her husband shows up with his mistress not expecting anyone to be here?” she said sarcastically.

“What if Angie’s long-lost children show up,” I started before bursting into song, “looking for love in all the wrong places!”

We both laughed hysterically as we continued thinking up the most implausible scenarios we could think of. By the time we were done, we could barely finish the dishes we were laughing so hard. We were about to spray down and wipe the counters when the doorbell rang.

“Oh! Here comes the mistress!” I announced with laughter as I headed to the front door.

There was nothing I could have thought of that was more surprising than what confronted me when I opened the door.

“ANGIE!?” I yelled in utter surprise.

“Frank?” she responded in equal disbelief.

Brandie wandered into the foyer and was as unprepared for that moment as I was.

“Brandie?” she said looking beyond me.

“Angie!” my wife cried out.

“What are you doing here!?” I asked my sister.

“What am I… what are you doing here? Why are you here?”

My sister looked at the numbers nailed to the house next to the door then back to me before flopping her hands back to her sides in frustration.

“I had an appointment somewhere this morning and this is where they told me to go.”

I snatched the paper from her hand and confirmed she was at the right place.

“Come in, we need to talk,” I said, pulling her inside.

She dragged a small suitcase behind her as she stumbled into the house. I closed the door once she was completely inside.

“What are we all doing here? Did you just get here this morning like me?” she asked.

“Let’s go in the living room, there’s a lot to talk about,” I said again.

We all went to the living room. I went to sit down when Angie walked up to a shelf with a bunch of decorations on it. She picked up each one then looked around the room.

“Why does this look like my living room? I have things in my house that look exactly like this shit. I am so confused.”

Instantly transported myself to my sister’s living room and, sure enough, everything came roaring back. This was the stuff Angie had in her living room. The shape of the room was different and in my hungover state, I couldn’t put two and two together.

“So are we, I assure you. I also promise that our story is much longer than yours. Let’s start with what brought you here.”

Angie looked embarrassed. Just as she was beginning to speak, there was a lot of noise coming from the stairs. I turned to look toward the foyer when I saw the old Angie, James and Hannah walk past the opening to the living room. Angie and Hannah waved as they walked past. The door was opened and closed before I could get a word out.

“Who the hell are they?” my sister asked. I knew not much more could happen before she became upset and started to mix English and Italian together like she does.

She refocused and began to tell her story.

“So, a while back, I was browsing the internet when an out of place ad showed up on one of the pages I was on. Typically, I ignore ads on the internet because they all say the same thing, but this one seemed different.”

Brandie and I looked at each other, recognizing the familiar story.

“When I clicked on it, it brought me to another page. Shocking, I know. Well, the site was well designed, and I couldn’t help but see what it was about.”

“Was this a thing where you select stuff you want to see or do, and they craft a vacation for you?” Brandie asked her.

Angie looked pale for a moment.

“When did you see this ad?” I asked.

“About two weeks ago,” she said, “why?”

I started piecing a theory together as to how it all transpired and what series of event brought her here when Hannah popped back into the house. She walked past the opening to the living room and yelled as she went up the stairs.

“Hi, Frank! My mom left something. I’m going to run upstairs and get it.”

“What happened to Uncle Frank?” I asked as I got up to follow her.

I followed her up to the master bedroom and closed the door behind me. As soon as the door clicked shut, Hannah turned to me with a new expression on her face I hadn’t seen on her up to that point.

“Don’t walk out and don’t yell at me, okay?”

“I don’t intend to do either, Hannah. I just need to know why my sister is here.”

“Well, let’s start off with my real name. It’s not Hannah. I’m Chloe. My brother is Nathan and Mom is Charlotte. Now it’s time for the next question you’re going to ask.”

“You’re actually a real family?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Chloe sat next to me, “how is your vacation so far?”

“Amazing! That doesn’t explain why my sister is here!”

“Of course, it doesn’t. Well, your vacation isn’t over. Remember when you clicked the ad? You eventually made your way to describe the type of vacation you wanted. Do you remember what you chose?”

I tried to recall all the selections we made but I would never forget the overall theme: Incest.

“Incest,” I said quietly.

Chloe visibly cringed, “We don’t like that word but yes. Specifically, you selected siblings. I’ll save you some of the questions you’re no doubt thinking of. When you met Sarah for the first time, we got a lot of information about you and with that, we were able to track down your sister, but not Brandie’s. Maybe if we had some time, we could have, but time was not on our side.”

“It’s starting to make a lot of sense,” I conceded.

“Had you selected literally anything else, you would not have met us, and your sister would not be sitting in the living room downstairs. Here we are, though.”

I put my hands on my forehead and ran them through my hair as I came to grip with everything that has happened to that point.

“Ask all the questions you want. Angie is down there spilling the beans and Brandie is no doubt filling in the gaps. Together, they will figure out what’s happened.”

“So, you are all related. Obviously, you’re here because you’ve all had sex together, right?”

“Yes,” she said with a chuckle, “but I do not have the time to go through how that all happened.”

“Of course not. Can you tell me anything about what happened between Nathan and Charlotte in the living room yesterday?”

“Oh. I don’t have an answer for that. I’m sure we will be talking about that tonight,” she said with some reservation.

“Okay. So that was unexpected for everyone. What about you and my wife?”

“Also unexpected, but I like her,” she said.

A smile grew on my face, “I like that you like her.”

Chloe turned and looked at me, “You do?”

“Sure. She likes you, too. How many times have you done this?”

“This…?” she asked, leading me to be more specific.

“Been the actors in someone else’s fantasy vacation.”

Her face came alive, “This is where I blow your mind. It’s our first time. We were recruited after we did our fantasy vacation. Again, another long story.”

“I bet. Is there anything else I should know?” I asked.

“Well, it’s your last day of vacation. We’ve done everything we can to…”

“To what?”

Chloe stood up and got on her knees in front of me, “To make your fantasy come true, Frank. I’m standing here telling you that this changed our lives. I’ll tell you that Mom was the missing link in our fantasy, and we brought her into it. Now she’s happier than she ever was, even though whatever happened between her and Nathan yesterday might make her happier.”

I looked at Chloe and shook my head.

“Your sister is sitting down there because not only did you select siblings for your fantasy, Angie did as well. We brought you two together in an environment suitable to talk it all out. It’s on you now. You have until 4 o’clock tomorrow afternoon to seal the deal. Whether you do or not, you must leave. I promise you, once you leave, it will be that much harder to bring this fantasy into reality.”

“What if I can’t bring myself to convince her?”

“I can’t help you there, Frank. There’s consequences and rewards at every decision you make here. It’s up to you whether the reward outweighs the risks.”

“Let’s go downstairs. You have a lot to do and hopefully, if everything goes right, you’ll have some-ONE new to do.”

I exhaled deeply before standing up and offering my hand to her.

“You’ve been classy this whole time, Frank,” she said before leaning in for a whisper, “except for that anal part. I don’t recommend that with Angie.”

I laughed heartily at her recommendation. She smiled slyly and we both moved toward the door. We both walked out of the room and silently downstairs. Chloe followed me into the living room and walked up to Brandie. My wife smiled when she saw her approach. Chloe knelt in front of Brandie, causing my wife more confusion.

To everyone’s surprise, Chloe leaned in and kissed my wife full on the lips. Brandie looked happy to return it. When she was done, Chloe whispered something in my wife’s ear. Brandie looked around the room as she listened before suddenly locking eyes with me. She nodded a single time before Hannah handed her a slip of paper, got up and walked out.

When the door closed, I found a seat and sighed loudly while looking at Angie.

“I guess you now realize how we all got here?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“What do you think?” I asked nervously.

“It’s a lot to take in is what it is. When I went through all the steps it took to get here, I didn’t think I would be brought into this situation.”

“You selected the family member option and, in particular, the sibling option. What made you pick that? Have you fantasized about it before?”

Angie took a deep breath, “I don’t know if fantasize would be the proper description. It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but sometimes when,” she started but paused, looking nervously at me.

“Angie, I think the time for us to be modest is probably over,” I said, smiling and trying to put her at ease.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at me but continued.

“Fine. When I have sex or masturbate, the act itself brings me to the edge of the cliff, but I need something more to push me over. It only takes a flash of thought about someone in the family go over that edge.”

I completely understood what she was talking about. That’s how it started for me. I needed more information, though.

“Who did you think about, Angie?” I asked, unavoidably putting her on the spot.

She looked at me sheepishly and remained silent.

“Was it me?”

She nodded, “Most of the time, yes, but it’s just a thought, Frank. I don’t know if I could ever actually do it. What would everyone think?”

I put my hand on her leg and gently squeezed, “I learned some things while upstairs with Chl–Hannah.”

Brandie tilted her head in a confused manner, “What happened up there?”

I grinned widely, “Well, for starters, Hannah is Chloe, Angie is Charlotte and James is Nathan. They didn’t use their real names. Want a mind blower? Chloe and Nathan are Charlotte’s actual children.”

Brandie gave me the reaction I expected. Angie was still confused.

“I need to back up a little, Angie. As you know, we went through a similar experience as you did, except when we got here, they were already here, and we played the role of Aunt and Uncle. We guessed not long into the process that we would be having sex with other people who were role-playing family members. It seemed like a fun way to live out a fantasy we kept hidden away from everyone for a long time.”

“What do you mean?” Angie asked.

“Well, we’ve been reading stories about sex between family members online for a while. It’s been a little kink of ours.”

“Oh, okay,” she said inquisitively, not judging us.

“So, anyway, when we first came to the house for interview and tour, they provided us information sheets on the people who would be here including their medical information, so we knew they were clean. They also took blood samples to verify we were clean. We knew then that this was going to be a sex packed vacation.”

I waited for her to comment and it didn’t take long.

“You let them do all that? What do you mean interview and tour? I never did any of that!” she said, getting worked up.

“We came here and took a tour of the house so we would be able to role play along with the people who would be here. We would have to act like the house was familiar. Getting blood drawn was a requirement that could not be waived. I can understand that because I would not have done it if they didn’t provide anything. They gave us all the information we needed along with a power of attorney to verify the results of their tests were current and accurate.”

“Wow,” she whispered, “that’s a lot to go through to act out a fantasy.”

“Yeah, well, when you pay as much as we did, we kind of expected a lot. I would say we got it.”

“You paid!?” Angie practically shouted.

“You didn’t?” Brandie responded.

“No, they told me I would have a one-day trial before being asked to pay anything.”

Brandie and I looked at each other. Something wasn’t adding up.

“We certainly did not get a free trial, that’s for sure,” I said.

“So, what did you get? Did you have sex with them? All of them?” Angie asked, her tone changing for the better.

“Angie, we had sex with all of them and in every mix-matched way you could possibly think of. It was amazing. The younger ones called us Uncle and Aunt all the time which fed into the fantasy. Well, worth the price.”

My sister didn’t comment.

“What did they tell you about your one-day trial?” Brandie asked.

“They said someone would be here acting out the role of a random family member. I was sure they did that because I told them I was very hesitant about acting something like that out in real life.”

I had a revelation just then.

“Angie, did you meet anyone to talk about this?”

“Of course,” she said, “they came to the house and we sat down and talked for a couple hours about fantasies, what my limits were and what they offered. Nothing was mentioned about money and certainly no blood samples were taken.”

“Was it a woman named Sarah?” I asked.

“It was a woman, but I don’t remember her name. I have it on my computer though because she sent me an e-mail with this address and told me to be here at a precise time.”

Angie looked more confused than she did before, but the tone of her responses told me she knew I was on to something.

I looked at Brandie, “She was always supposed to be our sixth day?”

My wife covered her mouth with her hand but not before I saw her smile. I wanted to smile, too at the realization that they went through a lot of trouble to try and get this whole thing set up.

“What do you mean sixth day? How long have you been here?” Angie skeptically asked.

“Five,” I said, hoping she would come to realize what had transpired and how it all fit together.

Her eyes shifted back and forth as she was piecing it all together.

“It wasn’t a free trial at all,” she realized, “I was picked in order to fill your fantasy, not mine.”

I had to interject right then, “No, had you never admitted even a shred of interest, I don’t think you would be here right now. I think they measured your interest and moved forward. I think had you not expressed any desire at all, our sixth day would be much like the other five,” I offered.

“Or they would have found someone else?” Brandie countered.

“Or that,” I responded.

“So,” she said before a long pause where she looked me over, “you had sex with that woman they named after me?”

“Here we go,” I thought.

“Yes, I did.”

Angie shifted around in the seat, “Did she even look like me?”

“She looked very much like you,” I admitted.

“Did you pretend she was me?”

I nodded.

“So, in your head, you were having sex with me?”

“I guess so.”

“Did you?” she asked Brandie.

“Yes,” Brandie reluctantly said. We both were treading lightly, hoping she would not get disgusted at us and leave.

Angie’s eyes caught mine, “Is that what you fantasized about before you came here, Frank?”

“Not particularly, Angie. We didn’t have a single person in mind. It was the idea that we liked. Only after role playing here did I come to enjoy the thought of you in that way.”

I knew I opened the flood gates with that admission.

“What way is that, Frank?”

I stumbled through my thoughts trying to find an appropriate answer, “As a woman and not just my sister.”

“A woman you can fuck and walk away from?” she said aggressively.

“Angie! Not at all! We’ve known each other our entire lives and I always loved you no matter what. When we were still living at home, I snuck peaks at you sometimes as many brothers do, but there was never anything that you could have done then, or could do now that would change the fundamental affection I have for you. I look at you now and see a woman sitting next to me, not just my sister. If you told me no right now, there would be no judgment, no guilt trips and most of all, no grudges.”

She inspected my response, “Said no to what?”

She wanted me to come right out and tell her what I wanted.

“Sex, Angie. I’ve developed a sexual appetite for you that I will tuck away this instant if you want nothing to do with it.”

Angie considered my proposition.

“I never said that,” she said timidly, “I just don’t know what to do with what you’re offering. How does it even work?”

The time for words was over. I needed to show her the power of our experiences. I stood up and turned to face my previously occupied seat on the couch. I held out both hands, one for Brandie and one for Angie.

“If you’ll allow me to show you,” I said, still waiting for them both to take my hands. “Brandie has been an equal part of this adventure and I won’t leave her out now. Is that okay?” I asked my sister.

She looked Brandie over, “Of course. Since we’re admitting things here today, I will have to say I’ve always enjoyed your wife,” she said to me while looking directly at my wife. “Maybe I could revisit a different fantasy of mine.”

I knew she was talking about girl-on-girl stuff, but I never knew my sister to be a part of that scene. They say a majority of women experiment heavily with other women at some point in their lives, but I never expected Angie to be one of them. I probably thought that because she sounded like an absolute prude in that living room. I thought she would storm out having been disgusted with what we told her went on before she arrived. The vacation finale was shaping up to be better than any day before it.

The girls each took a hand and I lead them upstairs to the master bedroom.

“This room looks like mine, too!” Angie said loudly.

“Really?” I asked.

I didn’t recall ever being in her room so, I wouldn’t know if it was like hers or not.

“Yes! Practically everything in this room looks like things I have in my room. Unbelievable.”

“Well, this room stayed like this, but the living room seemed to change over time from what they originally had to what’s there now. That’s not why we’re up here, though.”

Angie looked around the room before turning back to me blushing.

“What are we here for, Frank,” she asked, seeming vulnerable.

I stepped up close to her and started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Brandie and I are going to step into the shower. We would like for you to join us.”

I took Brandie’s hand and brought her into the bathroom. We both took our clothes off and I adjusted the water.

“Do you think she’ll come in here?” Brandie asked in a soft tone.

“I really don’t know. It seemed she may have warmed up to the idea a little, but she still seems very indecisive about it. I don’t blame her, though, she was kind of thrust into this.”

We both stepped into the shower and began washing each other. We spent a long time taking care of the basics. When it seemed as if Angie had chickened out, we heard the door open then close.

“Angie?” my wife asked loudly.

It was a few moments before Angie responded, “I’m here. I’m naked over here and it’s just going to take me a minute before I can come in.”

“We’re both naked, too,” I said, “You’ll be among other naked people.”

“I’ll be with my naked brother,” she plainly stated.

“I’m with your naked brother,” my wife cheerfully announced.

We heard Angie giggle on the other side of the curtain. Only a few seconds later did she sneak into the back of the shower. She faced away from us for a bit before slowly turning around. She initially had her hands covering her girly bits but moved them to her hips and stood there. It was like she was wanting us to notice her.

“You look great, Angie, you really do,” I complimented.

“Thank you, Frank.”

“Let’s get you under the water,” Brandie said.

She moved over and let my sister pass by her but not before giving her a sharp smack on the ass. Angie yelped, then giggled while moving past me. She turned and faced the faucet, letting the hot water run over her long brown hair. I got the body wash from the shelf next to me.

“May I soap you up?” I asked.

She turned her head slightly and nodded.

I squirted the body wash in my hand and used the other to rub some over her shoulders and back. My hands squeezed her shoulders before spreading the soap all over her back. I asked her permission before I moved to her ass.

“It’s okay, Frank. Touch me where you like, but be slow and gentle, okay?”

I kissed the back of her neck as my response and moved my hands over her cheeks and down her legs. When I came back up her legs, I allowed my fingers to roam slightly between her legs. She gasped and gripped the faucet handles tightly. I squeezed her upper thigh gently before moving back up her ass. Brandie mimicked my movements on me while I moved up my sister’s back. When Brandie got to my hips, she reached around and took hold of my already hard cock.

“You want her,” she whispered in my ear.

I affirmed her statement with a nod and reached around Angie and placed my hands on her stomach. I tried to hide my hard cock from her, but she stepped back to get closer to me.

“Frank, you’re hard!” she said, stating the obvious, “I did that?”

“Yes, Angie.”

She spread her legs for me and moved back a little further.

“Hand me the soap?” she asked.

I did what she wanted then planted my hands where they were before. As she put the soap in her hands, my own hands traveled up her body and eventually cupped her tits.

“Oh,” she cooed.

“Do you see, Angie?” Brandie asked her, “It’s pretty amazing.”

“This is a whole new world,” she whispered to the wall in front of her.

I massaged her tits while her soap covered hands went between her legs. She washed her pussy and would occasionally touch the tip of my cock. I wished she would have grabbed the whole thing right there, but we had all night.

“Are you comfortable so far?” I asked.

“So far.”

As I massaged her tits, she moved her ass back and forth, rubbing the shaft of my cock against her labia. Her breathing became labored and she became more and more turned on. It didn’t escape me that her primal responses might have been lessened if she were facing me. One step at a time.

“I can’t believe it’s you doing this to me,” she whispered.

“It’s hard to believe it’s you allowing me to.”

I wanted to take my sister in the shower. I wanted to pull back just enough so my cock was at her entrance and push into her. I wanted to hear her moan as I spread her pussy with my cock. I wanted to fuck my sister in the shower. I wanted my wife to watch me do it.

I put my chin on Angie’s shoulder as I released her tits and put my hands on her hips, “I want you, Angie.”

She put her hands on mine and sighed, “Can you continue being gentle with me?”

I turned her around to face me, “I’ll never hurt you.”

She searched the sincerity I wore on my face. When she found it to be true, she kissed me softly on the lips.

“Let’s dry off and go in the bedroom and see what we can do, okay?”

She made her way past me and stood in front of Brandie and put her hand on my wife’s hips.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked my wife.

Brandie never ceased to surprise me. She put a hand on the back of Angie’s head and pulled her into a deep kiss. I watched them make out and got a bit worked up myself. I pressed myself against Angie, sure to make sure my cock slid between her legs.

“Easy, tiger. Let’s take it slow; all three of us!” my sister said.

I stepped out of the shower and took a few towels off the back of the toilet. I wrapped one around myself as I apologized to Angie for rushing things. She stepped out of the shower with Brandie and refused the towel I offered her.

“No need to apologize. Let’s go in there,” she said, pointing to the door to the bedroom.

I went to follow her when Brandie stopped me.

“You won’t need this, I think,” she whispered as she pulled the towel off me.

“Right,” I agreed as I turned and watched my sister walk into the bedroom. The images that flashed through my mind made me blush. I needed to tone it down.

“Would you start and let her watch?” I asked my wife as we walked to the bedroom.

“Of course,” she replied as she followed me.

Angie got up onto the bed and move to the far end. She sat on her side with her legs stretched out and her upper body resting on her folded arm. I climbed on the bed and lay in the middle on my back. Brandie got on the bed after me and laid opposite of Angie. She kept her eyes on my sister as she wrapped her fingers around my cock and gently stroked it.

“This is my favorite place to start,” my wife said as she leaned in and took my cock in her mouth.

“Oh, yes,” I said before turning to look at my sister.

She took my hand in hers, “This is going to change everything, Frank, you know that.”

“I know, Angie, and it’s okay. What we share together isn’t anyone’s business but ours,’ I whispered to her as Brandie continued to make love to my cock with her mouth.

Brandie slowly pulled her mouth away from my dick, “Angie, we’ve included this type of fantasy into our relationship a long time ago,” she said as she stroked my cock, “and you’re just finding out now. Yes, we’re adding a real person, but it’s our business and no one else’s.”

Angie leaned in and smiled, “Am I a terrible person for wanting to?”

“If you’re a terrible person for wanting to, I’m a terrible person for taking us this far.”

Brandie continued working her mouth up and down my shaft when Angie put her hand on my leg. She watched my wife give me a blowjob while her hand absentmindedly made its way to my shaft.

“May I?” Angie asked my wife.

“Of course!”

Brandie relinquished control of my cock to my sister who slowly wrapped her fingers around me and watched in awe as her hand slid up and down my shaft.

“That’s good, Angie,” I whispered to my sister.

She reminded me that she wasn’t inexperienced with a cock, just mine. She began to shift around to get in a better position when I suggested she change the way she was laying. I wanted her pussy right next to my face.

“Do you want to lick me while I do you?” she said.

The way she said it sounded very immature, but I cut her some slack since the experience was likely an overload to her senses. I wanted to let her know that she didn’t have to be so clinical in her approach.

“I want to eat your pussy while you suck my dick,” I told her.

“Oh, so you just automatically assume that I’m going to give you a blowjob?” she said sarcastically.

“There it is,” I said, “That’s what we like to hear.”

“You didn’t answer my question, though,” she reminded me.

“Oh. Well, yes, I did assume that.”

She continued jerking me off, “What if I wanted to sit on this beauty?”

Brandie drew in a sharp breath. I looked over to her and found her rubbing her pussy as she listened to our conversation.

“I guess that makes two people who don’t have a problem with that, isn’t that right, Brandie?”

“Fuck yes,” she responded.

I turned my attention back to my sister only to catch her swinging her leg over my hips. I looked down to see my cock pressed against her neatly trimmed mound. The top of her lips opened slightly to the pressure she put on my shaft.

“There’s no turning back now, guys. Brandie, are you ok with this,” Angie asked, looking at me, then focusing on my wife.

“This is a fantasy come true, Angie,” my wife said.

“Would you do the honors, then?” my sister asked as the leaned forward.

Her tits were inches from my face so, naturally, I wrapped my hands around them and sucked on one nipple, then the other as I waited for her to impale herself on my cock. Brandie grasped my cock and put it against my sister’s vagina and Angie began to slowly sit on my cock.

She drew in a deep breath, “Oh, fuck, Frank.”

I looked into her eyes as she worked my cock into her pussy.

“I want this all the time. I want all of this; you, me, Brandie. I want us in bed fucking like rabbits forever,” I sentimentally announced.

As her ass rested on my hips, she leaned back down, “Sharing this with both of you is something I could never give up now that I’ve had it.”

She remained seated on my cock as she flexed the muscles in her vagina to gently squeeze me. Brandie, in the meantime, had sat up on her knees with her hand still between her legs.

“This is so fucking hot,” she whispered to Angie.

My sister began to move up and down in a very slow, rhythmic pace, “I’ve never dreamed of this. I wish I had.”

“What would you have done, Angie?” I asked.

Her pace picked up, “Had I known you two enjoyed the idea of fucking in the family, I might have drawn up the courage to ask you about it.”

Everyone left her comment as it was. I continued to massage my sister’s tits as Brandie kept rubbing her own pussy. Angie closed her eyes and seemingly enjoyed having her brother’s cock inside her. It looked as if she were in a dream world. The content look on her face was something I had never seen before. She seemed truly happy. That knowledge triggered my first orgasm.

“Angie, I want to cum inside you.”

“Already?” she questioned.

“This is just too perfect to ignore, and it’s pushed every button I have.”

My sister laid all the way down on top of me and told me to fuck her until I shot my sperm into her.

“I want to feel it all inside me, Frank. All of it,” she whispered into my ear.

I put my hands on her ass and rapidly thrust my cock in and out of her. Brandie rubbed my sister’s back from her neck down to her ass. Angie moaned and cooed as she listened to my grunting while I fucked her.

“Yes, Frank! Harder and faster! Fill me up with your cum!” she demanded.

I did as she asked and felt my cum begin to make its way out. The first shot rocketed out of my cock and coated her vagina.

“God damnit, I can feel you cumming, Frank!”

I grunted again, shooting another load into her, “Holy shit, it’s going to be a lot Angie!”

“I can feel it!” she moaned in my ear.

I dumped two more loads into her before I slowed. Brandie was entranced watching brother and sister fuck for the first time. Her hand was a blur on her pussy when she didn’t have two fingers dipped inside her.

“Do you want to taste my cum, babe?” I asked Brandie.

Her eyes flew open and she nodded furiously.

“You know where to get it,” I said as I wrapped an arm around my sister and rotated ourselves on the bed. I pushed into her a few more times before pulling my still hard cock from my sister’s pussy. Brandie didn’t waste any time diving between my sister’s legs. She lapped up my cum as it dribbled from Angie’s hole. Angie, meanwhile, had tossed her head back and was arching her back to my wife’s touch.

“Oh… oh, fuck, Brandie. Keep doing that!” she said, coaching my wife on.

My wife was not going to give into my sister’s demands that easily, though. She stopped sucking her clit as she inserted a single finger into her and pulled it out along with a significant amount of my cum.

“Bitch!” Angie cried out with laughter, “I was almost there!”

Angie was resting on her elbows when she was done condemning my wife’s actions, “Oh, that is so hot. This is my favorite view of a woman.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“On her stomach between my legs. I love looking at a woman’s naked ass and it looks amazing from this point of view,” she said.

I smiled warmly at Angie as she moved her hips around in appreciation of Brandie’s handiwork.

“I want to see you fuck her, Frank,” my sister announced, “Just as she lays. I want to see your dick disappear into her then reappear, slick with her juices.”

As old as I was, staying hard for an immediate second go-round was not always possible but fucking my sister for the first time was intense. I don’t think getting soft right then was even an option. Add in the fact that my wife was actively eating my cum from Angie’s pussy, my dick was not going to disappoint me. I got behind my wife and positioned my cock at her pussy, pushing in slowly.

“Oh, shit!” Brandie said before going back to pleasing her sister-in-law.

I knew I wasn’t going to cum again, but I also loved fucking my wife. I especially loved fucking my wife when she was pleasing another woman at the same time. It wasn’t even that it was another woman. Just watching her work her magic and please someone else did it for me. Angie’s focus continually shifted from watching my wife eat her pussy to me fucking Brandie. Soon, and seemingly a surprise to her, Angie came.

Her eyes opened wide and she drew in a quick breath. Her mouth slowly opened wider as the seconds passed.

“CUMMING!” she announced loudly before thrusting her hips into the air, forcing Brandie to retreat. We both watched the explosion take control of my sister. She kept trying to speak but only single syllables came out. Her hand went between her legs and she rubbed her clit through her orgasm.

“So…,” she said as her hips began to slowly come back down to the bed.

“So fucking good,” she finally said, out of breath.

I pushed my cock into my wife all the way and rested there. Angie had sat upright while she caught her breath.

“I think Mr. Frank here needs a small break,” my wife said.

“If you want me to cum again anymore tonight, I think it might be a good idea,” I agreed.

“Just fuck me a little longer, love. I like feeling you inside me.”

I moved in and out of her pussy several more times before attempting to pull completely out of her. Brandie whined about my retreat and attempted to move her ass to keep me inside her. When I finally broke free, she shot me a glare in fake protest. I rolled over to her side and kissed her cheek.

“There will be more of that tonight, babe.”

“There better be,” she demanded.

“It’s hard to believe you two have been living out this fantasy for the last five days,” Angie interjected.

“We’ve only been role playing, Angie,” I reminded her, “You’re the fantasy.”

Angie considered what I said and followed up with question, “What now, then?” she asked. My immediate thought was that she might have suspected that since the experience was now over that we got what we wanted and were done. If that was the case, she could not have been more wrong.

“We relax,” I teased, “Then we fuck again, and again. We have this place until 4 PM tomorrow.”

Angie beamed a smile in my direction, “I want to shower again. I want to be fresh for you later.”

I looked at the clock, “Holy hell, it’s almost dinner time. How about we cook something while you shower, and we can eat and have some drinks on the patio. I’d love to continue this next to the pool.”

Angie looked like she was in a panic, “Won’t people see us!?”

Brandie laughed, “No. We’ll explain more to you after your shower, is that ok?”

“Ok,” my sister agreed. She leaned in and kissed Brandie’s lips before hopping off the bed and bounding happily into the bathroom.

Brandie pulled herself further up the bed and kissed me, “What do you think?”

I made an expression indicating my mind was blown.

“Same. This is a nice twist on this whole thing. I wonder if she will like this permanently or considers all of this a one-time release of inhibitions?”

“We’ll have to see, I guess,” I replied.

Brandie and I went downstairs after putting on our swimsuits and gathered what we needed for dinner. As we prepared dinner, we would look at each other in disbelief over what just transpired in the bedroom.

“I can’t believe you fucked Angie,” my wife said.

I shook my head, “I can’t believe she went along with it. I know there will be more discussion about this later. I think she’s like we were the last several days. She wants to revel in the pleasure of it all and then consider the ramifications later.”

“Do you think she’ll regret it,” she asked me.

“I don’t think so. She said the idea of it made her cum before. That tells me it was never a complete turnoff for her. She might have some guilt later, but I think we can tell her that it’s not society’s place to push their guilt on her. I think we can figure it out.”

“Worst case scenario, she calls it all off and continues like it never happened,” Brandie said.

If that was going to be the case, other discussions would have to be had.

“Let’s just play it one day at a time and roll with the punches,” I offered.

She nodded at me as she tossed food into the pot. As dinner was about to be finished, I caught a flash in the corner of my eye. I walked quietly over to the foyer and saw Angie rooting through the suitcase she left at the entrance to the living room. She squatted nude next to it as she frantically searched for what I assumed to be fresh clothes after her shower.

“What are you looking for,” I said loudly.

“What the fuck!” she yelled as she jumped nearly a foot into the air while turning to face me as she attempted to cover her private areas.

I laughed harder than I should have, “What are you covering up, Angie? Something I haven’t seen before?”

She suddenly realized what she was doing, but I could see she still felt a little conservative around me.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she dropped her hands to her sides, “It’s going to take me a bit before this all sinks in. Not that it didn’t sink in earlier,” she mistakenly added.

“I’d say it sank in,” I snickered.

A fist flew out of nowhere and punched me in the arm, “Damnit, Brandie!” I said loudly.

“I wouldn’t have to hit you if you would leave your poor sister alone!” she chastised me.

She was right, “I’m sorry, Angie. Please feel comfortable around here. Hell, yesterday we all walked around here naked all day. Or was that two days ago? Whatever.”

“You all just walked around naked?”

“We did,” Brandie confirmed before untying her top as she walked toward my sister, “and we can right now if you would prefer that.”

Angie watched my wife’s chest as the fabric fell off and her tits were out in the open once again. Brandie sauntered over to my sister and didn’t stop until their tits were pressed together.

“I don’t mind you being naked,” Brandie whispered.

Angie looked as vulnerable as I’d ever seen her. She suddenly broke from her trance and went in to kiss my sister. Their lips met and both wrapped their arms around each other. I leaned against the wall as I watched my wife and sister make out. I enjoyed seeing them both happy, especially at the hands of each other.

“Did you know, when you two first met, I had a little crush on you,” Angie said to my wife.

I couldn’t see Brandie’s face, but I was sure she was smiling ear to ear at my sister’s confession. Angie proceeded to lead my wife to the couch in the living room. It seemed my sister wanted to reciprocate the pleasure she received upstairs.

“Frank, I would like to be alone with your wife. Is that okay?” Angie asked me.

“Yep. I’ll go finish dinner.”

I heard giggling and sounds of surprise, no doubt as they touched each other in all new places. I didn’t know Angie had a crush on my wife, but it was a nice surprise to learn. Each event that transpired made what we were doing feel a little more normal; a bit more human in nature. I felt like we instantly became closer today than any time before. Yes, our lives would never be the same again, but if everything went well, I would never want to go back to the way things were.

I finished dinner after a while and brought everything we needed to eat out to the table on the patio. I went back inside and stopped by the couch where my sister still had her face between my wife’s legs.

Angie was lightly pressing her tongue into my wife’s pussy, keeping a pair of fingers stationary in her pussy. It seemed I missed the fireworks while I was out on the patio.

“Did I miss the finale?” I asked.

Angie looked up at me as she continued to lick Brandie’s clit and moved her head up and down. Brandie was breathing heavily as she slouched in her seat. I leaned down and kissed my wife’s forehead.

“What do you ladies want to drink? Dinner is on the patio and I can make the drinks as you make your way outside.”

They gave me their orders and I went to make them. Before heading to the patio, I dropped my suit and allowed my hardened cock to point the way. By the time the ladies finally came out to join me, their drinks were on the table and portions were placed on their plates. We ate in silence but shared familiar and knowing glances. We would smile at the one who met our gaze then return our eyes back to our plate. It was like I admitted to Angie I wanted to fuck her, and we were all stuck in that awkward moment. What it really was, was the fact that we all still wanted to fuck each other’s brains out and were simply in a timeout.

“What are you thinking, Frank?” Angie asked between bites of food.

I swallowed the food in my mouth and thought on how to respond to her.

“I’m thinking I’m glad you’re here. I don’t know if I would have ever said anything to you otherwise.”

“You said you didn’t have a face to your fantasy, though?” she asked.

“I didn’t, really, until whoever runs this thing put a face to it for me,” I said.

Angie seemed dismayed at my response, “So, it’s been about incest and not about me necessarily?”

“Incest was the overall fantasy. You being brought into this made me realize that those times I snuck peaks at you when we were younger were a hint of what I wanted in the long run.”

“What did you want?”

“You, obviously! When I saw you naked when we were younger, I liked what I saw.”

“You’re confusing, Frank. You seem to not know what you want,” Angie said sternly.

“Angie, you’re not some solution to the hole that resided in our fantasy. There was no hole that needed to be filled. Had you ever suggested we mess around; I would have accepted. When I think of the love I have for you, it always included the possibility of being intimate with you. I just never would have told you because of the way society weighs those who have these kinds of thoughts. Nevermind the fact that I would not have been able to handle rejection from you.”

I was nearly out of breath after my little speech. Brandie seemed impressed with my ultimate confession. Angie was awestruck.

“Yes, of all the blithering I’ve done since you got here, that is what I meant to tell you all along,” I concluded.

It wasn’t lip service either. As I recalled all the thoughts of my sister over the previous decades and spewed them out to her all at once, I couldn’t help but get hard. Angie noticed.

“Do you know how I know you’re telling the truth?” she asked.

I shrugged and shook my head. I was waiting for some smartass comment.

“Because your dick is hard. I think you truly love me and are attracted to me,” she said, looking at my dick as the tip peaked over the edge of the table.

She stood up and walked over to me, “Slide out a bit.”

I slid my chair out well away from the table. She got on her knees in front of me and didn’t waste any time putting her head in my lap, swallowing half my cock into her mouth.

“There’s the blowjob you wanted from her, babe,” my wife said.

Brandie slouched in her chair, opening her legs wide. She was going to rub her pussy while she watched my sister suck my dick.

“Pull your chair over to me, honey,” I told her.

She stood up and put her chair as close to mine as she could and resumed the position she was in before. I put my hand between her legs and manipulated her clit with my fingers as my sister gave me a world class blowjob. I could hear the slurping noises coming from her mouth. It sounded like her mouth was full of fluid being displaced each time my cock pushed deep into it.

“Angie, you’re going to make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth!”

She pulled my cock out of her mouth, “I’m not quite ready for that yet. Can I offer another option?”

“Please do,” I said.

“I want to watch you cum on your wife’s tits.”

“Oh, god,” Brandie said, pushing a finger in and out of her vagina.

“She appears to like the idea,” my sister said, still stroking me.

“I have a different idea,” I said.

Before Angie could ask what it was, I picked her up and spun her around. On her own accord, she spread her legs slightly and bent over.

“You want to fuck me again, Frank?”

“I want it to never stop,” I countered.

I slid into Angie for the second time in my life and that evening. She was wet and accepted me easily inside her. I went deliberately slow and achingly deep. Brandie stood beside me rubbing her pussy as she watched me fuck my sister. I took her idle hand and moved it to Angie’s ass.

“Tease her while I fuck her,” I whispered to her.

My wife’s hand drifted between Angie’s cheeks and slide slowly toward her puckered hole.

“What are you doing?” Angie asked, looking behind her.

“You’ll like it, be open minded,” Brandie replied.

Angie reluctantly turned her head, likely hoping we wouldn’t attempt to penetrate her ass. She was about to learn that touch, by itself, is just as good if not better. Brandie wrapped a single finger around my shaft, getting her finger slick. She moved it back up to Angie’s other hole and gently circled it with her finger.

“Oh!” Angie squeaked.

“See,” Brandie told her, “it only takes a touch to the right area.”

Right after she said that, she applied a light amount of pressure as her finger circled. Angie suddenly erupted in orgasm. She snatched whatever she could find and gripped it tightly in her hand. I quickened my pace, hoping to intensify her orgasm. Brandie leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“You want more?”

Angie grunted loudly.

“I can push in just a little and you won’t believe the feeling,” my wife teased.

“Put it in! Push it into my ass!”

Brandie grinned and applied a little more pressure until the tip of her finger went into my sister’s ass.

“OH!” Angie screamed. Her legs tried to give out from under her as her orgasm rocked her body. Her body shook repeatedly as she tried to ride out the explosion within her.

“Take it out!” Angie pleaded as her orgasm came to its end.

Brandie gently removed her finger as Angie once again nearly fell. I pulled out of her as well and put the chair under her.

“Go ahead and sit, sis.”

Brandi sat next to her.

“You’ve been forced to deal with a pretty plain sex life, yeah?” Brandie asked my sister.

Angie seemed embarrassed by the question.

“Well, don’t worry. We’ll go as fast or as slow as you want and only for as long as you want.”

Angie put her head back, overwhelmed by the activities of the day, but sure of one thing.

“You two have given me a taste of something I can’t put down. I can’t help but tell you, though, I don’t know how to act. When I come to visit, do I just take my clothes off or do I wait for an engraved invitation?”

I considered the question and realized it wasn’t something I ever thought of.

“I actually don’t know. I mean, if we decide ahead of time what you’re coming over for, then sure, get naked and meet us in the bedroom.”

“I like how you said ‘us.'” Angie pointed out.

“Well, this is an adventure for all of us. The circumstances that brought us here together brought all three of us, not just me and you. You’re my family and so is Brandie,” I said as I wrapped my arm around my wife.

“I’d get up to kiss you, but I might fall,” Angie said as she laughed out loud.

We laughed and talked for the rest of the night on the patio as we sat outside. We shared stories of times past and guessed about our future adventures. When the night was over, we all three cleaned up and went upstairs. We jumped into the shower for a quick wash and rinse before getting between the sheets. Brandie and I made sure to make the evening about Angie. She was slow to participate since she’d never experienced so much activity in the same day before.

One could categorize the evening session as a love making one given the heart and feeling behind each and every touch, stroke, caress and lick. We strived to develop the improved closeness that we grew earlier that day. I finally came inside my sister again as she brought my wife to another orgasm. We pulled the covers over us as we all drifted all to sleep.

I wasn’t happy that the vacation was coming to an end, but I could not have asked for a better closing. I would have paid ten times as much if I knew that I would be the big spoon to Angie’s little while my wife fell asleep with my sister’s arms around her.

I couldn’t have asked for anything better.

 

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Chapter Eight

 

 

The Plot Unfolds

 

 

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“How do you feel, Angie,” I asked when I felt she was sufficiently aware.

I woke up before either of them. I put my hand on Angie’s thigh and gently slid it up her body, trying not to tickle her. I felt no different about having my sister in bed next to me. I felt no different knowing that I had sex with her the night before and came inside her pussy. It was a restrained sort of love I was prohibited from showing until that ad showed up on my computer.

She turned around to face me and looked into my eyes, “What comes next, Frank?”

She didn’t express or show regret about the day before.

“Next we carry on like we always have, Angie. Maybe a peck on the lips lasts a second longer. Maybe a hug is what we do when we’re unable to get any closer. If we’ve all had a few drinks and feel a bit frisky, I can drag you to the bedroom the same time as I drag Brandie there. You’re still my sister. I’ll love you in a way I could never love Brandie. I’ll love my wife in a way that I could never love you. They’re both intense and immeasurable,” I whispered to her.

It was a rare time in our lives when I saw that happy expression on her face. Just as I was admiring it, Brandie wrapped her arms around my sister.

“Hello sweetheart,” Angie said to my wife.

“Hi,” she said in her morning raspy voice.

“Would you ladies like some breakfast in bed?” I asked.

Brandie rose up on her elbow so I could see her over my sister, “What would you think of ending this vacation, getting breakfast on the way home and continuing what we started at home?”

“I like that idea,” Angie chimed in.

Considering we could do everything at home that we could do here, except run naked outside and get blowjobs by the pool.

“Shall we shower first and head home?”

Everyone agreed and we spent the morning showering and packing everything up. When we were ready, we said goodbye to the house that changed our lives and walked outside after locking the door. As we walked down the path in the center of the yard, I noticed my car was missing.

“What the fuck, man!? Where is my car?” I said loudly.

We only saw Angie’s car which was parked where mine was. We looked around to see if it was simply moved but didn’t see it sitting on either end of the street. Angie had made her way to her car and brought back a note that was slipped under the wiper.

“Sorry for not telling you, but we had to move your car. It’s safe and sound in the garage and the key is inside a fake rock next to the door on the side of the house.”

“Well, that seems a bit impersonal,” I said after reading the note they left.

I went into the garage and got my car out. I half expected another surprise when I walked in, but my car was the only thing inside that garage. Brandie tossed our things in the back seat and we took off towards a diner near our house with Angie in tow.

Our discussion at breakfast was tame and dull compared to the discussion of carnal discovery we had the day before. We all shared knowing glances as we looked around the room at all the prudes who repressed themselves so much, they could never know what we then knew. We ate our breakfast, hastily paid the bill and headed home.

When we got there, I grabbed the bags and locked up the car as Brandie went to get the mail. I met Angie at the door and let her in as I waited for my wife. I watched her flip through magazines, coupon books and envelopes until she focused on a single one. The smile on her face made me curious.

“Look what we have here,” she said, waving the envelope in the air.

I took the envelope out of her hand and saw that it came from Sarah.

“It’s probably a ‘post services provided’ comment card,” I said before joining Brandie in the house.

We met Angie in our living room after we put our stuff away in our room. I wondered how we would act now that we were in the real world again. I felt awkward just walking into the room. Despite the awkwardness, I still sat next to my sister.

“Now that we’re back to reality, do you have any second thoughts or regrets?” I started off asking.

“Absolutely not,” she said, removing her shirt in a flash. “You said we would continue this at home. We’re at home and I want more!”

Leave it to Angie to dispel and awkward situation. I leaned over, grabbed my sister and pulled her onto me. Just as I was about to get handsy, Brandie interrupted the fun.

“Excuse me!” she announced, “This isn’t how we do this, babes.”

She stood in the middle of the room and removed her clothes almost as fast as Angie removed her top. Angie dismounted me and stripped her pants off and tossed them to the side. She turned around and shook her ass at me.

“Would you take my panties off?” she asked like an innocent little girl.

“Yeah, babe, take your sister’s panties off!”

Hearing my wife said that reminded me of all the stories we ever read online. The things we saw written in black and white were being acted out in our own home. Hearing my wife say those words to me as my sister’s ass was inches from my face. I hooked my thumbs into her panties and pulled them down. Brandie approached my sister and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I’d like to fuck my husband before I feast on you,” she told Angie.

‘Want to give him a double blowjob?” my sister asked, looking back at me.

Brandie nodded and Angie slowly dropped to her knees, pushing my wife’s panties down as she did. She put her face between my wife’s legs and gave her a couple licks before waddling over to me. They both knelt in front of me.

“Angie, you’re being more adventurous than I thought you would,” I said as she took my cock in her hand. “At least more than I thought you would in such a short time.”

“Frank, I’ve watched a lot of porn and read a lot of romance novels. Do you know what I practice? None of it!” she told me as she licked my shaft from balls to tip. “I’ve had probably the most vanilla sex life you could imagine a person could have.”

She took me in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down a few times before putting my wife’s hand on my cock.

“I’ve had fantasies my entire life. I’ve set off violent explosions inside my body thinking of fucking you, even if the images merely flashed in my head. I’ve had to keep that secret away from everyone! It seems like we both absolutely come from the same pot.”

Brandie took me into her mouth as Angie continued her emotional discovery.

“I’ve loved you my entire life. I’ve had a crush on your beautiful wife since you first brought her home. These are secrets I never thought I could tell you without altering our traditional relationship forever. So, if you don’t mind, I have a lot of energy to give to you.”

I put my hands up in surrender, “You’ll get no argument from me!”

She smiled at me and held eye contact until her mouth found my cock again. Both my girls were making love to my dick with their mouths and I was in heaven. It was truly a unique situation I never thought I would experience.

We spent hours fucking in the living room. Any way you could imagine, it happened. We ended up on the floor, laying on blankets while we snacked on chips, watching a movie. Angie seemed to have gotten her fill as she would only roll over once in a while and kiss my cheek. Brandie would do the same. Sometimes both would kiss me at the same time and giggle as they realized they were both thinking the same thing.

For lunch, we all got dressed and went out to eat. We brought the letter Sarah sent us. We went to the local pub and sat near the bar. I opened the envelope and read it to myself before setting it on the table in shock.

“What is it?” Angie asked.

“It seems we have another appointment with Sarah next week,” I said as I pushed the sheet of paper to my wife. “I keep underestimating them, but they would like to do a face to face post-vacation interview.”

We spent the rest of the time at lunch filling in all the gaps with Angie. We did that because Sarah requested that Angie join us for our interview. By the time we were done, Angie had more questions than answers and we spent the rest of the night at home talking about the past, the vacation, the present and our possible futures. We were up until very early in the morning talking about everything. Just before bed, she said something that stuck with me.

“I’m glad I’m here with both of you tonight. I’d like to just sleep next to you tonight, if that’s okay.”

We assured her that sleeping with us didn’t always mean sex. It could mean sex way less often than just holding each other as they fell asleep. I told her that our family bond now meant more to us than ever before. I watched her go through a range of emotions as we went through the entire story and gushed over what she meant to us.

“I wish I could go back in time and have this discussion so many years ago. In everything that’s happened, it’s legitimately my only regret,” Angie said.

That night, we talked more about everything and drifted off to sleep before the talk was done. We spent two days going over everything and, of course, having sex. There were places Angie didn’t want to go quite yet, but we knew we had time.

Fast forward a week later…

We took a single car to the vacation house and we walked up the path in the center of the lawn hand in hand. I could honestly say that the three of us had never been happier. When we arrived at the door, I went to ring the bell, but the door opened, and Sarah stood in the entrance with a large smile on her face.

“That’s the one who came to my house,” Angie whispered.

“Welcome back, guys!” she said excitedly.

I could hear a bunch of voices coming from inside the house as if there was a party happening.

“Thank you for coming. We have a great day planned for you, we’re so glad you came! Come on in, you know your way around,” she said with a giggle.

We walked in and went to the living room where everyone seemed to be gathered. The three of us looked around at everyone and nobody seemed familiar until I spotted Charlotte and her two kids. Brandie was pointing them out to my sister when Chloe loudly announced her excitement that Brandie was there.

“Brandie!” she yelled, charging at my wife with her arms spread wide. She was genuinely excited to see Brandie again.

My wife walked past us, with her arms also spread out wide. I watched her and Chloe come together in the middle of the room in a close embrace.

“Who is that?” Angie asked me.

“That’s Chloe. She played the role as the niece in our vacation. She took a strong liking to Brandie. She’s definitely a cute one.”

“Who are all these other people?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe they’re people who’ve also taken this vacation before.”

Charlotte approached me and seemed happy to see me. I introduced her to my sister.

“Angie, this is Charlotte. She played you until you arrived.”

Old and new Angie briefly hugged each other and exchanged pleasantries.

“I hope I did a good job portraying you!” Charlotte said, “It would have been easier had we met beforehand. I probably didn’t do you justice.”

Angie pulled her close, “You did an amazing job! We spent days together after our vacation embracing our new lifestyle. It would not have been possible without you being as much like me as you did.”

Angie and Charlotte went off to talk while Brandie and Chloe caught up. Angie was full of life, moving her hands all around as she was no doubt explaining everything that went on after they left.

“Who are all these people?” I asked Sarah.

“We’ll go over that soon. In the meantime, feel free to get a drink! There are snacks in the kitchen, too. I’m sure you can find your way around. I did go out and get a drink from the bar on the patio. I also noticed that the entire house was as it appeared the very first time we showed up. Everything that resembled Angie’s house was completely removed.

I spent time with Angie and Brandie, listening to them discuss our new life with Charlotte and Chloe. As I walked away, Angie caught up with me.

“If these people all took part in a vacation like you did, and they’re all here now, is there going to be some kind of massive orgy happening later?” she said with a measure of fear in her voice.

“I’m certain that’s not the case here, Angie. We all share a common mindset, but that mindset still commands privacy. What we do is for us. It’s intimate and not designed to be shared with others. We’re not swingers.”

Angie let out a quick breath of relief, “That’s good to know. A week ago, I would not have guessed this to be my new life, but I agree, I don’t want to share the experience with anyone else. At least not on a physical level.”

I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze, “Won’t happen.”

I turned to look at her and give her a reassuring look when I found her blissfully staring at me.

“Want to go upstairs?” I asked.

“So bad,” she whispered.

“I’ll meet you in the master bedroom,” I told her as I squeezed her hand again.

Angie walked up the stairs and I made my way over to Brandie.

“I’m going to meet my sister upstairs. Are you ok with that?”

She had a shit-eating grin on her face as she grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer, “Only if you fuck me good and hard later, my love. I think it’s time you spent a moment alone together.”

“You can count on that,” I told her as I kissed her softly.

I wormed my way through the crowd and headed up stairs. I walked into the bedroom and didn’t see Angie. I made my way into the bathroom where Angie was sitting on the vanity with her skirt hiked up to her waist. Her panties were perfectly folded next to her on the sink.

“Ciao amore mio,” she whispered as I walked in.

I stood between her open legs and kissed her lips softly at first. It moved into a more passionate kiss as her hands fumbled with my pants and I began to lift her shirt. With my pants at my knees, she took my cock in her hands and softly rubbed it, bringing it from mostly to fully hard.

“Make love to me, little brother. I’m ready.”

She held me in her hand as I pushed into her. I watched the tip of my dick spread her lips as I entered her. Angie pulled me to her as I continued becoming one with her.

“I’ve been waiting for this. I love Brandie so much, but this is mostly about you and me. I feel so close to you right now,” she whispered in my ear. She kissed me all over as I became fully into her.

I put my hands on her butt as I returned every kiss she gave.

“I never thought I would ever be able to be this close to you,” I told her. “I’m so glad you didn’t reject me.”

“Frank, I could never do that to you. We’ve both secretly wanted this our entire lives and now we have it. Like I told you, my only regret is we didn’t discover this earlier.”

Her eyes watered as she spoke and, as if acting on queue a single tear fell down her face. I kissed the single drop off her face. She sniffled and smiled softly at me.

“Take me to bed.”

I lifted her up and brought her to the bed, gently laying her down while remaining inside her. There was nothing casual, dirty or temporary about that moment. I didn’t fuck my sister that morning. I expressed a love that few in the world get to show their lifelong partner. Every time I buried myself deep inside her, she drew in a shaky breath and exhaled just the same. I knew my sister. She wasn’t scared, she wasn’t trembling under my touch.

She was overwhelmed. Her heart was full, and she didn’t know how to express herself in that moment. She never had a problem telling anyone how she felt. Her focus was always intensely specific, and I was the target of all her love that morning.

“This is a moment I want to repeat with you over and over for all eternity,” I told her. “I could never want more from you.

Angie’s eyes remained focused on mine. Her hands we gently holding my face as she spoke encouraging words to me the entire time. She didn’t care about cumming, she didn’t care about anything else. She told me I made her feel safe and wanted.

We were synchronized in our movements and for the first time in my life, I felt sad that I knew I was going to cum any moment.

“I’m going to cum soon, Angie.”

She put the palm of her hand on my cheek, “you know what to do, Frank. There’s no other choice.”

After a few more strokes, I took gently grabbed a fistful of hair and slowly released it as I came inside my sister. My breath was ragged, and my body shook slightly as I came inside her. I’d done it several times before that day, but it felt almost like it was the first time. It felt like the first time I made love to my wife after we were married. It was the same, but different.

We laid in bed for a while, kissing and hugging, and not saying a word. There was nothing we could say that spoke more to us than the soulful looks we gave each other. We laid there reveling in the new height of our relationship until we decided we needed to rejoin the crowd and see what the rest of the day held for us.

We dressed and as we were about to go downstairs, Angie pulled me to her and gave me the ultimate sisterly hug as she tucked something into my pockets.

“When you miss me and want something to remember what we shared here today, you can hold these close to you.”

I kissed her lips and took her by the hand to join everyone in the living room.

As we came down, we turned a lot of heads. Everyone smiled at us and we even garnered a few knowing winks. Angie was on cloud nine and I finally gave her everything I wanted to give her. Brandie had my heart and soul and now my sister got to experience a lot of it as well.

Angie walked right up to Brandie and pulled her to a standing position from the couch. She pulled my wife into her arms and held her tight as she whispered in her ear. I watched the two of them hold each other and when it was all over, even Brandie looked emotional. She shared a quick kiss before Sarah entered the room and called for everyone’s attention.

“If I could have everyone’s attention!”

The talking in the room stopped and everyone looked toward the foyer where Sarah was standing.

“First and foremost, I’d like to welcome Frank, Brandie and Angie to our little gathering.”

The room erupted in applause as everyone turned to look at us. Brandie turned a bright shade of red to match her hair while Angie had her hands over her face in mild embarrassment.

“Additionally, I’d like to re-introduce Charlotte, her daughter Chloe and her son Nathan!”

The applause continued as the three of them waved at everyone.

“I want to thank all of you for coming so that we can close the loop for our three newcomers. I’m sure they have a lot of questions remaining that could only be answered by coming here again. I’d like to bring up Charlotte first to explain their family’s story.”

Charlotte walked up and joined Sarah in the foyer.

“Hello everyone, good to see you again. As you know, we were the previous guests in the house before our three new friends. Like all of you, we found our way here through a mysterious ad that we couldn’t ignore.”

Everyone laughed and nodded their heads in agreement.

“It was actually my daughter Chloe who initiated it all. Her and Nathan had been intimate for a couple years while I was blissfully ignorant of, apparently, all of it. I was the second half of their dream vacation and since then, we’ve been closer than I ever thought we could have been.”

I imagined how their story went. Chloe and Nathan arrived here in this house and Charlotte was the icing on their cake. I was interested to see how the convinced their mother to join in their shenanigans, but that story would not be told that day.

“We volunteered to be the role players for Frank and Brandie and ultimately Angie. We were so happy to have been a part of their transformation and happier that they have experienced a thing so rare but so amazing. I’ll give the floor back to Sarah to answer some of the questions I’m sure our new friends have.”

Sarah pointed out the commons things they did for every family they brought in.

“As you all know, we are very careful and private about what goes on here. I’d like to give this envelope to Frank and say thank you for placing your trust in us.”

She handed me a large envelope that contained everything we ever gave them.

“Our simple goal here is to unlock and break down the barriers that society has put up that prevents the rare but natural human emotions we sometimes feel toward a close member of our family. Through personal experience, I learned that this occurs a lot more often than some might think, and I wanted to be able to bring that joy to others as it was brought to me.”

While I knew we were going to learn a lot about how things were done, the back stories of Charlotte and Sarah were stories I knew wouldn’t be told that day. I wonder, though, if we would ever know them.

“I also know that it’s a private affair and not for the meddling eyes of others. When the bond is finally cemented, it’s a personal and touching moment that is shared only by those involved. With that said, I’m sure our new friends would like to know how we choreographed the execution of your fantasy,” Sarah said as she looked at me.

“I’m dying to hear this,” I said with a wide grin.

“As I mentioned to you before, this is a company house. With that, we were able to make several modifications to the property. Do you remember when you had trouble working out the differences between the spacing of the doors and the size of the rooms?”

I nodded.

“You weren’t crazy. There’s a hidden room there, accessible only from the garage. In that room is where we run the entire show. Now, you might think there were video cameras and microphones all over the place. You’d only be half right. There are absolutely no video cameras on this property. We only use audio queues to move the role play along. Charlotte, Chloe and Nathan all had small inserts in their ears that we were able to use to communicate to them.”

I raised my brow and nodded my head slowly in appreciation of the effort they put into everything for us.

“Most of the people here manned the secret room at some point and helped make everything as seamless as possible.”

I looked around at everyone and would not have guessed so many people to be involved.

“Even better,” she added, “they were all previous customers that volunteered. Everyone else who did not help in the house helped in some other way specifically related to your vacation.”

“That’s impressive,” I said out loud.

“Thank you. With all that knowledge out in the open, what questions can I answer for you? Come on up here, you three.”

We made our way to the foyer and stood next to Sarah.

“How did that ad appear on my computer,” I asked. “Knowing what I know now, it felt targeted.”

“It was,” she said, “Ralph over there was able to target multiple websites and isolate multiple instances of single IP addresses and figure out who was hitting the same websites multiple times. We didn’t have any information other than your IP address, so we targeted you based on that,” Sarah informed us.

“I assume that it would have been a simple fantasy vacation if there were no siblings involved?”

“Yes, we would have just made a sixth day for you without all the fanfare that you got to be a part of.”

I shifted my position a little, “How did you know to target Angie’s computer?”

Sarah looked at me apprehensively, “We took your situation and used our hacker, Johnny, to locate your nearest relatives. That’s how we came up with everything you experienced.”

“You were able to locate Angie through me?”

Johnny walked up to the front of the crowd, “I sincerely apologize, but I did trace everything I could find to her.”

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” I told him. “I’m glad you did what you did.”

Sarah chimed in, “We have a system of checks and balances and if we thought the targeted family member would not have submitted to the theme of the “party” as it were, we would not have engaged them personally.”

“Have your investigations ever failed?”

“Absolutely,” Sarah admitted, “I would say our success rate is 50/50 at best.”

“And you compensate for every failure you encounter?”

“Yep,” she said.

Sarah looked to me for more questions.

“What would have happened if we rejected the actors you placed here when we arrived for day one?” I asked.

I knew it was a touchy question.

“That’s never happened to us, but if it ever did, we would have had the actors leave the house.”

I considered what she said and had one final question.

“What would you do in that instance to make the guests feel like their beliefs weren’t invalid?”

Sarah scrunched her face at my question, but didn’t dismiss herself, “We don’t have a contingency plan for that. We would have to make a decision on the fly with that scenario.”

“How long have you been doing this?” I asked.

Sarah looked me over before responding, “It’s been fifteen years since my son seduced me.”

“Is he here now?” I asked.

She pointed to a man standing in the middle of a group of other men, “That’s him.”

“Did you do something like this?”

“No, he did it the old-fashioned way. Things like this weren’t available back then,” she recalled, her eyes fixed on her son.

“I’m full of questions, I know.”

“It’s ok,” she assured me, “ask anything you want!”

“We noticed there wasn’t much in the way of cars when we showed up and never saw any trace of anyone when we ventured outside. What’s going on with that?”

“Oh, well we own this house and the ones that directly have views of the back yard,” she said confidently. “Everything across the street is owned by another company since they wanted something along the river. We try to use this one as much as possible since we know there will be no one in the surrounding houses.”

“So, everything about the drones was just a show?” I asked

“I’m afraid so,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“So, how did you know how to set up this room and the master bedroom like my sister’s place?”

Sarah stopped gazing at her son, “When I went there to sign her up, I asked her to get some papers that I was sure she was not prepared to have ready. When she went to get them, I snapped a couple pictures. The bedroom I was able to see when I used her bathroom before leaving.”

“Hey!” Angie said loudly from across the room.

We both turned our attention to my sister to ensure she wasn’t offended at the intrusion.

“You’re super sneaky!” she added.

“Dear, you have to be to do what we do here,” Sarah replied.

I didn’t have any questions left. They had planned almost everything to perfection, and we finished our afternoon meeting everyone who had a hand in our fantasy vacation. While Sarah and Charlotte’s story wouldn’t be revealed, we learned about other vacations that brought families together in a new way. We had more drinks and dinner before we ended up leaving. Angie said goodbye to everyone, spending a lot of time thanking Sarah for including her into our vacation. Chloe gave Brandie her number in hopes of meeting up with her again.

As we began to make our way to the door, I realized there was one more thing left I needed an answer to.

“Charlotte!” I said loudly, calling her over to us.

“Yes?”

When she was out of earshot of everyone else, I asked about her and Nathan.

“That moment you and Nathan had in the living room. You seemed pretty emotional about it. What happened?”

She turned and watched her son for a moment before returning her attention to us.

“There was something new in the way he approached me that day. I often felt he we were just enjoying each other’s bodies. We always retained the natural love we had for each other, but that day, he showed me something different for the first time.”

Our stories were similar.

“Did you end up talking about it the night you left?”

“We did. He confirmed my thoughts. He confessed a new and renewed love for me in his heart. Our experiences together will be significantly different from now on, for sure.”

Angie wrapped her arms around my waist, and I put an arm around her shoulder.

“Thank you for doing everything you did. You made such a difference to our lives.”

“It’s no problem at all, Frank,” she said with a sly smile, “I liked having you here and glad I could help you like they helped us.”

I scanned the room one more time.

I looked everyone over.

“Let’s go home, ladies,” I whispered as I turned around and headed out of the house for the last time.

 

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END OF BOOK ONE

 

 

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In our story, the tide came in strong and brought a new layer of sand. It started wet and firm as we walked and enjoyed the prospect of creating a new path forward. The next story will bring a storm that will remove any sense of familiarity that we thought remained ahead of us. It will also bring us closer than even the incoming tide was able to do.