Literotic asexstories – Family Hole Ep. 01 by lovelesspulchritude
Sunday, the 26th of March 2023
Dear diary,
I dried my tears on the way back from leaving dad at the airport. Another month without him, another dark period of his absence, and all I had to remember is the pictures of us, smiling together, in a tight hug.
Keira didn’t come to say goodbye. She never does. It gets crammed in the car with my stepbrothers, and now, without dad’s presence, I’ll have to endure a display of dumb masculinity, as I’d like to call it. I put my headphones on and lean against the window, closing my eyes, remembering his warm embrace just moments ago, the way his hands wrapped around my waist, flowing with a different kind of energy.
And then the dream comes along – a fantasy, really, where dad leans over me, kissing me in the lips, as my feet goes up in the air. It would be just like a love movie, except for dad’s enlarging erection.
Oh my, how many times have I humped my pillows and fucked my big fluffy bear thinking of him? And just as I lean the head against the cold glass, I imagine to be in his arms, just like I caught them time and time again, mother with her legs wide open, and dad with his jeans around his ankles, his strong and hairy ass violently pounding inside her.
I always leave a mark on the car seat, the more I imagine him, the wetter. My future husband will be just like him.
But the dream fades, as the boys start a stupid competition of who can burp the loudest, and engaging in this teenager behavior leads them down the same paths. Somehow, I see in all of them something of father, a trace, a gesture, a horniness that he fails to hide. I wish they could just grow up and be the men they are supposed to mimic.
The travel to the airport was crammed, all because Raphael decided to come after having said no. Gabriel and Daniel, the twins, took the sides of the car. They are only four years older than me, but already so grown up, and just like dad, they have a hairy chest, big from rugby. They squeezed Raphael and I in the middle, and I ended up going onto his lap. All the way I felt him poking me under my skirt, his hands travelling to my hips, and gently thrusting against me.
I asked him to stop, and this caused the twins to tease even more, but dad warned them all with one single look. That was all it took for Raphael to stop with his hands, although his penis continued hard as a rock.
I sometimes dream about him too, but unlike dad, he his slim and naturally smooth in his chest, but with very hairy legs. I wouldn’t mind, but if I had to choose, dad would be my first choice.
But, at least today, on the way back home, Gabriel let me take the window seat. But that’s just because he’s watching a porn clip with Daniel on their phone and think I don’t know. It’s fine by me, honestly, as mom used to say, boys will be boys.
Except these ones are the size of a building.
Sunday, 27th of March, 2023 – Evening
Dear Diary,
I have to write a new entry. I am shocked, and lost at the same time.
Keira is nowhere to be seen. No note. No phone. Nothing.
The boys are also unsure of what to do. Daniel already asked me if she left, because I should know. Probably because we both have periods? Dumb as a brick wall.
But my hands are shaking. Her wardrobe is empty, and so is her shoe rack. Well, she left some six inch heels, the ones dad offered her one day and she hated. Everything else is gone.
I rang her, but utter silence. Michael wants to call dad, but luckily Raphael, the youngest one, said no. “That’s a dumb idea man. What’s dad going to do? Fly back?”
Dad will return in two months. Are we supposed not to say a word?
“Let’s ring Azriel,” I say. All eyes on me – green and blue, like oceans and seaweed, floating towards me. I suck a breath in, realizing that I am their mother all of a sudden.
Silly idea. No, not their mother. But, at that moment, they think I was being prepared for this since day one.
“What’s Azriel going to do?”
“Well, he’s the oldest,” I reply to Daniel.
Keira and dad married super young, because of Azriel. He was the first of six, when dad was only twenty and she was eighteen, an unexpected pregnancy. It changed their lives forever, as she constantly reminds us. We all did. But I am different from all these men – I’m the result of dad’s unfaithfulness with a different woman who, by the time I turned eighteen, kicked me out of her house. That stigma will never leave me.
I ignore the thoughts about the events of the last year, and ring Azriel. He’s on night duty, patrolling the streets, and takes a while for him to understand my situation. He says he’ll call a few people, and the waiting takes forever. His deep voice reassured me I will have my stepmother back, but the hours pass us through.
The twins act like life moves on. Their massive bodies take over the couch, and a dumb TV show plays up, making Michael and Raphael to sit down on the chairs besides the couch, and enter a trance.
This makes me take a deep breath, and run to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I’m panicking. What now? What now? What if she never comes back? What am I supposed to do? She kept all her boys in a perfect line, except for dad. For dad, she would open her legs without flinching, I try to see them again, in the kitchen, and they thought they were alone.
Dad kept his hands on her, and she said no a few times, but she didn’t resist as dad open up his trousers and showed her his big cock. I didn’t see it, couldn’t see it from where I was, but her face was impossible to ignore.
He bend her over the kitchen table, and fucked her for some ten minutes, grabbing her breasts from behind. When he took it out, I could hear it dripping on the floor, a big gush of cum coming out of her.
I let my panties soak with the image, so visceral. Dad will ruin me if I ever let him enter me.
And I can’t wait for the day.
Sunday, 26th of March, 2023 – Late Evening
Dear Diary,
Azriel called me. No news of Keira.
I tell the others, and they just stare emptily at me. Big bodies, no brains. What are they going to do? They don’t know.
All we know is we are not telling dad.
Azriel voice soothes me, low and resonating, even through the phone.
The others are watching a match. As if nothing has happened. The beers flow, and their grunts echoe throughout the house. As for me, I’m relieved. Scared, but relieved.
Once more, I enter the empty bedroom, and the scent of dad is floating around, like a lingering presence. The perfume belongs to mom, but it’s fading as soon as I put my face down on dad’s pillow, and imagine he’s here with me. The fantasies started I don’t really know how, but they are getting more and more intense, and it makes me wish I have a boyfriend. I need one soon enough. I giggle to myself, thinking how father would react if I bring a boy home, but the idea is quickly surpassed by another: what the fuck am I going to do?
I hear the uproar downstairs from the boys, and wonder, am I supposed to look after them now? There’s a tingling through my body, thinking I need to take over. What if she never comes home? How is dad going to be in two months’ time, getting home into an empty, cold bed?
That thought makes me squeeze my legs tight, with my hand in between them, providing warmth and support, making me sigh as I imagine dad by my side, waking up every day, taking me as his rightfully wife.
“You masturbating?”
Raphael’s voice brings me back to reality with a sharp pain. I go red in the face, tomato red, and sit on the bed, not looking back at him. Stupid boy. I’m used to his sense of humor, and it’s just like everyone else in this house, all except dad. Every time he goes away to work offshore, I’m subjected to my brothers’ foul play and never ending sexual harassment. But Keira never seen it that way – “they are just being boys, its normal behavior, and it would help if you didn’t dress like a slut.”
I walk past him, as he scratches his balls. There’s a nice volume to it, at least it catches my eye. All of them are eye candy, in one way or another, but none compares to dad.
Raphael smacks my ass as I walk past, and I turn around and slap him in the face. Should have been harder, I think, as his smirk become a permanent expression on his face.
“Don’t think you can tease me and nothing happens.”
My brother is visibly excited, and my eyes are naturally drawn to the middle of his legs. It looks like a snake, malleable, with the rims of the head visible underneath.
“I didn’t,” I say it back to him, now looking into his eyes. He is taller than me, and bigger, and to think that, from the group, Raphael is only the smallest one. Smaller than dad, but yet, his hands easily double mine.
He takes one step closer, “Angelica,” and whispers my name. My heart is beating loud, and it’s me against the door. I look for the knob, but all I can see is Raphael growing onto me. “This car ride was different. You were all wet, why do you think I was that hard?”
“I didn’t,” I say again, turning the door knob and tried to open it, but he closes it shut, and pushes me against the white wooded surface. There’s something hard and warm against my ass, and all I want to do is to give in.
He slaps my ass again, leaving a long lasting impression from his hand, making me squeal. “And you’re doing it again.” His voice is a deep purr that makes my blood boil. “They are all downstairs, watching that game, and it’s just you and I here. No one needs to know, Angel.”
“You’re my brother, Ralph, what the fuck?” I finally manage to say, understanding the danger of the situation. One thing is playful teasing, but what he’s doing surpasses all barriers. I turn to him, and looking down I’m able to see the veins imprinted on his grey sweatpants.
He keeps the grin on his face, and a wet spot shows on his trousers. My tits are almost out of my dress with the commotion of trying to leave the room. His big hand is still holding the door, towering above me and why does my groin burns?
“Who cares if I’m your brother? Or stepbrother? I just want a good time, that’s all Angelica.”
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