A Loving Family

Literotic asexstories – A Loving Family by Nakedcraving,Nakedcraving They just seemed closer than normal siblings. My wife and her brother spent a lot of time together, traveled together, and seemed to be always sharing a secret that no one else knew about. I had wanted to come right out and ask her, but it always seemed like a subject I was not included in and should avoid. Finally, after a particularly intimate moment, I just came out with it.

“Have you ever had sex with your brother?” I asked directly, maybe even too blunt. She actually blushed, which is unusual for her, and she got quiet. The question seemed to actually daze her.

Finally, after a very long and pregnant pause, she said, “Is it that obvious?” Her answer stunned me. We just stood there looking at one another for a long moment and waited for the other person to speak.

Finally, she did. “We are a very close family,” she said calmly. Again, I didn’t know what to say. “We always use condoms,” she said, as if she was describing what they had for dinner. After that we didn’t speak again until she said, “On my eighteenth birthday my brother gave me the gift of a lifetime.”

The strangest thing that afternoon was not what she had told me, that was enough, truly, but how I reacted was the most surprising part of it. Instead of being appalled, I was terribly turned on by it all. It was like an exciting sexual secret I was one of the only persons let in on. The fact that she had sex with her brother, maybe other members of her family, turned me on like nothing had before. It was amazing, and it opened up a part of her that was exciting beyond belief and I was surprised by my response.

“When you travel together?” I asked, looking for more information.

“We fucked our way across Europe,” she said with a chuckle, just as a matter of fact remark. “He has screwed me looking at the Eiffel Tower,” she announced with a straightforward pride. “He has fucked me at the Louvre,” she said casually. “He has fucked me in a crowd at Buckingham Palace.” She smiled, as if she had just revealed a great personal accomplishment.

“I have been Mrs. John Chambers at hotels across Asia, the Pacific, and throughout the US. Honestly, he is the best lover I have ever had, except for Dad. Mother is good, better than my sister, who is too shy, but still better than any other woman I have ever been with. Like I said, We are a very close family.” She smiled. “Dad let John go first, like a badge of honor, then my sister, then Mom, then finally Dad.

“He is the best, by far. Not the biggest, that would be John, but big enough. When I go home to visit, I sleep with Dad first, then Mom, Sally, and finally with John.” She was casual, as if describing a sitting arrangement at Thanksgiving dinner.

“Dad usually fucks me all night. Mom, just an hour or two, but Sally and John take up the slack. Are you saying you have never fucked your mother?” she asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Do they make you come?” I asked because she had had trouble with that over the years.

“Oh, God, yes,” she replied openly. “That is a family gift. Father is best, of course, but John is good, Mother likes eating pussy, and even Sally can give a girl a mean orgasm.” I listened like she was talking about athletic skills, fascinated by the closeness of this family.

“On my twenty-first birthday Father took me to Budapest and we had sex on the Rhein for six days, never leaving our cabin except to eat and occasionally get exercise.” She went on to describe the sex they had in great detail, explaining positions he taught her, ways he made her come, and things she did to him he had shown her.

“Did you have oral?” I asked, amazed at what I was hearing.

“Yes, of course. Dad gave me my first oral orgasm, and taught me to give head. The first time I ever swallowed,” she said, “it was Dad’s cum. He taught me how to prolong a man’s climax, to deep throat, and to give a hummer. I would not know anything if it wasn’t for him. Mother taught me how to eat pussy, to find the G-spot, and to make some women squirt. Everything I know I owe to them. Dad showed me how to drink cum from out of a rubber,” she said gleefully.

Her brother I had suspected, but father, mother, and sister? I was dumbfounded. “When was the last time you had sex with one of them?” I asked, totally agog at that point.

“Last Friday,” she said as nonchalant as if she was describing a picnic in the park. I asked who she was with. “All of them,” she said. “We had an orgy. They each fucked me, or they ate me for my thirtieth birthday. Dad and John did a double on me. Do you know what that is?”

I did, thanks to porn, but I had never done it. “Dad takes my pussy, John takes my ass. It is just the tradition,”she said like she was describing the Christmas lights strung across the top of the porch.

That next month was Christmas and we had our traditional family gathering. My father-in-law took me aside that first evening. “Claire tells me you know our little family secret,” he said.

“It is more than a little family secret,” I said.

“True,” he said. “Society is is not really ready for our kind of togetherness. We are honest with each other, but it is not what society considers proper behavior. I learned it from my mother, and it has been our family tradition for generations. Your wife tells me it may stop with you, but we will see. We haven’t discussed sleeping arrangements this visit, but we will see how you feel, now that you know. Would you give up a night with your wife for a family tradition?” he asked.

“It will be up to her,” I said, thinking back to all the holidays of the past when I was clueless. “How has it been handled before? Before I knew?”

“A little here, a little there,” he said.

When I asked how she wanted to handle it this year, Claire said since they were going to be with us for two weeks, she’d like a night with each one. “There is no reason to hide it anymore, so would you be okay with that?” she asked. I nodded, thinking about how excited I got thinking about her fucking her brother. Her dad was a different matter, although I did enjoy picturing him between her thighs.

“So, you would start with your father?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said, “then Mom, John, and then Sally. They know their pecking order, or rather their fucking order,” she said with a smile. “We will sleep in the guest room. No reason to kick you out of our bedroom,” she said.

When she closed the door behind them the rest of us watched a Laker game, chatted, as if nothing unusual was happening at all, but I kept imagining her father between my wife’s thighs, his head at her pussy, his tongue embedded deep in her cleft. It was an exciting mental picture and it did not fail to arouse me to think about.

The next day I asked her how it was with “dear old dad.”

“Fantastic,” she said. “He knows what I like. I told you. He is the best I have ever had, but no offense,” she reminded me.

“No offense,” I replied. “How can you compete with the ‘best ever?’ Did you do it all?” I asked, thinking I may be going too far to ask.

“Of course,” she replied without any hesitation. “Until we had to sleep, around two. He has incredible stamina. He can go all night. It is me who finally crashed. He even fucked me on the floor,” she said casually. “I think I am his favorite, but don’t tell Mom. He may have told her that, but I am not sure. We had a short go before breakfast,” she said. “Just before we came out.”

After her night with her mother, I was especially interested to ask about what they did. “Mostly oral, of course, but Mom has a strap on that she brings. She loves that. ‘Fucking her daughter,’ she says. “Mom likes women. She has a few friends she sees on a regular basis,” Claire said. “Mom is very good orally. She can make any woman purr. She really does know how to eat pussy. According to Mom, nobody knows how to eat pussy like another woman. She may be better than Dad, even. At least at eating pussy,” she said with a grin.

When she slept with John they didn’t come down to breakfast until eleven. She was eager to tell me about her night with her brother, so she relived the evening the next day telling me in detail exactly what they did. She told me John likes oral, so she described just how he ate her to many orgasms. How she gave him multiple BJ’s and how she drank all he had to give. She said she loves her brother’s cock, and how she loves the feel of it in her mouth and how she loves the taste.

“You’d think guys all taste alike, but that is not true,” she said. She also said John loves to be on the bottom, so she rode cowgirl a bit that night with John. I was also quite eager to hear what she and Sally did. “Mostly oral and petting,” she explained casually. “We make out a lot. You know, kissing and tit sucking. We both like pussy, so we do a lot of that. Sally likes to cuddle, so we just hold each other.”

When she was finished telling me about she and Sally, she began to smile, clearly an idea was forming. “You like porn, right? So you have a little voyeur in you, so would you like to watch? We have done that before, perform for the others, usually Dad and me, or with John I will fuck him so the others can just watch. Would you like that? Ever want to watch?” I said I liked the idea, and I would love it. It seemed to make her happy that I would be interested in watching, so we agreed and she said she would tell her family. It was decided that I would watch on two occasions, once with her dad and once with John.

When she told them I would be interested in watching, they seemed excited for the chance. John promised a ‘good show’ and I could see it obviously interested him, a chance to show off fucking his sister. It was an exhibitionist’s dream come true and he was all for it.

We decided to do it on two different days, first with Father, then with Brother John. The women weren’t as into showing off as the two men. It seemed to be a gender thing. We all sat in the bedroom and got comfortable as father and daughter undressed one another.

First her dad stretched her out on her back, opened his daughter’s legs, then feasted on her quim and held her legs apart with his forearms. He licked in long, slow laps the length of her slit and occasionally stopped to suck on his second born’s pussy. Claire howled as her father sucked and licked on her sex.

She put her hands on his head, holding him against her as he licked and sucked. When she began to come he pushed hard against her sex and intensified his oral action. I had never seen a father eat his daughter, even in a porn video, so the event was not only enjoyable but memorable.

After he ate her for maybe an hour, he entered her and began fucking his daughter for all he was worth. She screamed out her orgasm and squirmed beneath him as she came. She pulled at his hips, arching her back to meet his body. They went on like that for forty minutes more, finally collapsing in a heap of naked flesh on our bed.

All of us got up and left the room, letting them sleep off a wonderful fuck, father and daughter in a loving rut that had them exhausted and satisfied. As we sat together, her mother asked me what I felt about their family’s sexual activity.

“At first I was skeptical,” I said, being honest. “Then I thought about it and I think I realized it is a good kind of love. Seeing it, I know I am right. As long as there are precautions taken, so no pregnancies result, then I think it is a wonderful way of showing love. Having seen father and daughter together, and how much they liked it, how exciting it was to watch, I don’t see anything wrong with it.

I asked John to tell me about his first time with his sister, on her eighteenth birthday, about why he suggested it and how it went. He told me the family had discussed it, had decided he should introduce her to sex when she came of age, and they picked a time and a place and made it like a family project.

“I told her we had decided she should experience one of life’s most wonderful acts and I was chosen to teach her. She was eager and all for it. She asked me to show her what to do and I undressed her, put her in the bed and positioned her on her back with her legs spread. I told her to relax her pelvis, that it may hurt at first, but then it would feel good, and she’d love it. Just as I entered her, the lights went off and I told her it was a sign.”

I asked if he had sexual feelings for his sister. “Of course,” he said. “You’ve seen her. She is hot. Any guy would. I wanted to put it in her since I first saw her nude. Dad said I should go first, then the rest of us would ‘do’ her. Dad said sex was the ultimate experience, and we should help her understand how great it can be, that being a family meant we were meant to show each other love. Each of us said we wanted to have sex with her. Sally is the youngest, I am the oldest, and Mom and Dad would be last.”

“Did you have any feelings against it?” I asked. “Any doubts?”

“Not one,” John said. “She is my sister. I truly love her. She is sexy, smart, and loves sex. What is not to like? She is the perfect sexual partner.”

“What about having sex with your mom?” I asked. “Were there any doubts, any concerns?”

“With Mom it was different. She asked me to do it. I had done it with Claire, and Mom asked me to have sex with her. She explained she had female friends and she and my dad had talked about it and decided I should be given the chance. We all thought sex was a beautiful thing and should be shared.

The next morning Claire and her father came down at eight and we all told them how good they looked having sex. They were cheerful and satisfied and in wonderful moods. It was clear a night of sex had been good for them. Claire’s mother was pleased that her daughter had had such a wonderful night of sex with her father.

Family sex is certainly not for everyone, but it has worked for them and they all are well adjusted, happy people who care about one another, and work well together as a unit. My wife is the best testament to how well it has worked. She is intelligent, well adjusted, and very stable. She enjoys sex, has very few hangups, and is very reliable and a loyal friend.

Their incest activities seem to have had no negative effects on my wife and her sex life or enjoyment of things overall. She loves her father and mother, and her attachment to her brother and sister seems to be a model of positive relationships. I am thankful for her and I have grown to love her family. Sharing sex with one another has certainly been a plus for all of them. About that, there is no doubt.