“Yes Ms. Teronde, I’m Basim, became a Meiran last cycle.” he replied.
She gave him a nod and said, “Always good to see the family grow.” They continued talking and my eyes drifted back to the two women carrying Mara. A redhead with some tattoos, they were pretty intricate but I couldn’t tell from this distance. Really all I could do was stare at her ass.
Suddenly I feel a hand grab mine, Kerry squeezed it and reiterated how happy she was to have me here. I reply, “I guess… I’m glad I came but I’m still not sure how to wrap my head around everything. Were you always like this?”
“Like what? Horny?” she chuckled as she answered.
“Yeah, I guess it’s weird to think about your older sister actually wanting sex. Just always saw you being about goals and your future.”
“Hey, there’s room for fucking in there. Plus, a woman’s got needs, and yeah, at first, I was freaked out and scared seeing mom go down on me.” she paused. “But after cumming and some learning, I saw what really mattered to me, what I wanted behind all this hustling.”
“What’s that?” I questioned.
She scrunched her eyebrows and said, “I just wanted security, something to stop the fear I felt after dad was gone. I thought if I just kept achieving, I could be our rock, and we wouldn’t be scared about money anymore.”
“Shit, that makes sense.” Stunned by the simple logic of it, I looked at her and said, “So this place helped with that?”
“Yeah, it removes all your ego, just your thoughts and your priorities come into focus. Mom needs us, and we need her. I can’t be the rock, it’s too much for one person. This place teaches you that you’re more of a pebble, not in the nihilistic way, but one that’s supported and can support other pebbles.”
I chuckled, “I think we lost the analogy, but I get what you mean.” Smiling at her I didn’t realize we were already at the cabin. I look at the front and see a mix of stone base with stacked logs. Again, this shit is right out of frontier-era drawings.
— TERONDE CABIN —
Our last name was written in big block letters on a hung chalkboard sign. I notice the recurring M insignia and how worn the wood is. Years of weathering and restoration holding imperfections that must be decades old.
Basim opened the front door and ushered us in. “Here you go Terondes” making sure to correct his pronunciation.
The cabin was much nicer on the inside, the amenities seemed modern and despite the size of the beds they looked softer than my barracks mattress. Then again, that’s a pretty low bar.
“Mona, Hillary, please transfer miss Mara to an empty bed,” said Basim.
“I got it.” I jumped in. “I can put her on the bed.”
“Feel free mister…” he glanced at his clipboard. “Ah, Vincent. Thank you girls.” He excused the two and they smiled at our group before exiting allowing me to catch a glimpse of Mona’s pierced nipples.
“You know the drill, let us know if you need anything.” He kissed mom on the cheek before walking out.
Once the door closed, I walk over to Mara and scoop her up and lay her back down making sure to be gentle with her head. “How do you feel?” I ask as I pull away.
“I think I can feel my fingers and toes.” I look down to see her digits wiggling.
“When’d you get that?” I pointed at a small tattoo on her ankle. I peered closer and saw it was in cursive, reading “C’est La Vie”.
“When I turned eighteen, Lynnie got ‘YOLO’ and I thought that was basic.”
“It’s fitting.” I smirked at her while mom got something from the fridge.
“Here baby, this’ll help wake the rest of you up.” Mom handed her another small cup, this time the “tea” was a green color. Looked like something from a juice bar at the mall.
“Ugh, tastes like shit.” Mara reeled from it, sticking her tongue out.
“I’ll get you something to wash it down.” said mom as she walked back towards the kitchen.
Kerry walked towards the back where our luggage was staged, there were tags on them with our last names on it. Nice to know we’re not acting like cavemen out here.
“C’mon, let’s wash up and we can get ready for lunch, I’m starving.” she said while pulling out her toiletry bag. I look back to Mara and she’s already propping herself up by her arms.
“You good?” I was concerned she’d fall trying to stand up.
Mara replied, “Yeah, can you bring my bags over?”
I see mom and Kerry disappear to what looks like a large bathroom. I wheel back Mara’s stuff and she’s beginning to stand, I see her stretch, then rotate her neck and torso.
“Fuck, it’s nice to feel shit again.” She opens her luggage to pull out a plastic bag of jostling containers. “My pussy’s still sore too,” directing her snark at me.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you waited to pop your cherry at a cult ritual.” I responded. “How much did you already know, anyways?”
“Mm, pretty much everything. Kerry spills to me a lot, plus she totally found my toys and used that as a reason to ‘talk’.”
“And you were cool with all this, with me fucking you?” I was almost embarrassed to say it aloud, feeling the taboo in the sentence.
“I told her she and mom were fucking crazy at first. But I got really horny thinking about it, and I’m kind of a perv. I usually watch porn after practice, I don’t know why.” she admitted, betrayed by the redness in her cheeks.
“Well, it feels wrong to say but I’m glad I took your virginity.”
“Why you gotta say it like that? Feels weird, just say ‘popped your cherry’.”
“Haha, fine. I’m glad I popped your cherry. I didn’t want you to feel hurt by some dickhead who’d do it and leave you before the summer.”
She smiled, “Yeah, guys kinda suck – not you though – you’re cool.”
“Thanks.” I scoffed as we walked to the bathroom. She was still massaging her arms awake when we spotted Kerry and mom. They were straight ahead and under two opposing spouts from the wall. Steam was rising but it reminded me more of a locker room shower. No walls between, just tiles, a drain, and benches.
“Come here you two, what were y’all doing?” mom asked as she lathered soap in her hands.
“We were just talking while Mara woke her body up.” I said walking towards her, and Mara went to Kerry. “I guess we gotta share?”
Mom smiled and said, “Family bonding.” as she took the soap and started lathering me.
“Mom, I got it.” I protested as she soaped my chest and shoulders.
“I haven’t done this since you were a baby, let me enjoy it.”
I capitulated and let her work down my body. Of course, I couldn’t help watching her, not so much her hands as her wet tits. Her areolas were larger than my sisters’, and you could see some veins on the sides.
“You can touch, if you want,” she said catching me staring. She looked at me and let her hands go down to my penis. I felt her stroking me with the bath towel, the sensation and her grip got me hard instantly. My heart began to pick up pace as I looked to her chest and instinctively went for her nipple.
“Oh, baby.” She moaned while I sucked on her them, licking around her areolas and squeezing. My hands moved down to her hips, soft but tight. A little fluff from years of dealing with life, but still bouncy to the touch. I grab her ass and spread her cheeks, slapping them as I moved one hand to her front. Before I realized it I was playing with her clit, rubbing back and forth.
“Make little circles, baby.” she whispered. I corrected my motion and I feel her hand guide me further down her lips. “Right there.”
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders as my fingers explored her pussy. The warm water splashing on us made her feel extra wet. I could still tell the difference, what came from her pussy was viscous and slid much easier. I look down and see her legs spreading more. I shift my body to place my dick between them and I feel her grip it with her thighs.
My heart began pounding. Fucking my sisters was one thing, but my mom felt like a taboo on another level. I look into her eyes and as she’s grinding on my cock, she tells me to put it in. Hesitantly, I ask, “Really?” and she nods back at me with a smile.
My hand goes from behind her to push my tip into her pussy, and as it enters she rolls her eyes back. “Oh fuck, Vincey, keep going.” I start pumping as I feel her pick her leg up and say, “Hold it up, mommy’s flexible.”
I put the back of her knee into my elbow, suddenly I find myself sliding further into her. My entire cock is nearly inside, and she tenses up. “Go Vincey, go, mommy’s getting there.” She tilts her head back and I watch the droplets fall down her neck. Her tits mesmerize me, encouraging me to keep fucking. I go in to kiss her and she tenses her arms, and somehow her pussy too. In fact, her whole body tenses up.
“OH FUCKKK.” She stammers as her leg involuntarily pulls down, I let it go and she can’t control it. That leg moves up and down and she tries to stay standing. I let her down on the bench next to us and she grabs my arm. “No, baby this is when I want to get pounded – right after I cum – and you need to cum too.”
She quickly gets on her knees, grabbing the convenient metal bar. Her ass is out towards me and without hesitation I insert myself, knowing how hot it is to make mom my cum receptacle.
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