My Big Family Ch. 03 by DanielAlexander

My Big Family Ch. 03 by DanielAlexander

Explore the steamy dynamics of desire in 'My Big Family Ch. 03.' Dive into this captivating adult sex story that delves into complex relationships and tantalizing encounters. Read now for an electrifying journey of passion and intrigue!<br/> The work week proves immensely tiring, alongside planning things for Mom’s and Aunt’s birthday. I don’t find it particularly difficult to actually think of things to get them and ways to surprise them. I just don’t have time due to having to do overtime at work, as a consequence of my night with Kianna. Which is worth it. I struggle to figure out where we’ll go and Dad often takes a backseat. He’s been uninvolved in the planning as he thinks of it as my duty.

The one big advantage to the upcoming celebration is seeing Kianna more often. Every lunch we sit and discuss ideas. It’s also where we make out a bit in her car, despite that, she doesn’t have the time to let me visit her place. The other interesting occurrence is Tia, who has her own thoughts on the upcoming birthday celebration.

Tia knows the town even better than Kia, her exploratory nature allows her to be a good assistant, and with her help, we actually manage to get everything set up. We’ve invited the whole family, or at least the family our mothers like, to come over. All in one room for a run-of-the-mill surprise party.

On the day, my Aunt and Mom come with me to a late dinner. We are joined by my cousins and my Dad. Making six of us, and before we eat we start gift giving. Mom has always liked shiny new things so a silver watch with her initials and favourite bible verse leave her speechless and overwhelmed with joy. Aunt Carah likes the simpler things and gets a new Iron.

We enjoy ourselves and reminisce about our time together, we even laugh at the time Aunt Carah slapped Tia. Interesting that they can even laugh about it now. Mom herself is fond of my mischief as a kid, and tells every one of my tall tales. I have a few embarrassing stories from my high school days which both my parents endlessly tease me for. I take it on the chin and let them have their fun.

My relationship with my parents is good but not perfect. While my mother is an empathetic woman who wants my best wishes, Dad sort of doesn’t take that much of an interest in my personal life and mostly focuses on making sure I am doing something. It doesn’t mean he’s the worst father ever, it does mean our relationship is strained.

I have hoped our relationship would be better in the future and that we would work on this birthday together. Neither has come true, however my other assistant for the night, Jade, informs me everything is set. We depart the restaurant with my twin mothers being extremely grateful for the good time. Dad and Kianna are always busy, and I live far away. So for us to share a dinner, it’s such a rare thing nowadays.

We tell them to come for a nightcap at our home. Aunt Carah is reluctant, given how tired she is but relents when both fields insist. It’s part of the plan to get them to come to our place. On arrival at my parents’ home, I pat Dad and indicate that there’s a surprise in store. He smirks and acts nonchalant. Mom and Aunt Carah fill the air with constant rambling, this goes on and on about whatever is going on in their lives. Mom regularly does the talking but Carah listens intently and even has some deep understanding of where the conversation is going. It leads me to think they are telepathic at times.

We let Mom unlock the screen door as she focuses on talking to us.

The lights turn on and a loud shout of ‘surprise!’ startles them. Most of their favourite people are here and, particularly, their sisters. They sing happy birthday and start shooting confetti at them. The excitement dies down, and I find a place to relax. I sit at the top of the stairs, looking down on the main lounge area. Where I can get a good vantage point of my Mom gossiping and vibing with her sisters.

This is also a good place to avoid attention as all the action is on the base floor. Kianna comes up to sit next to me, her black tight-fitting jumpsuit capturing her form to perfection. She wears some black sandals, although I would have preferred heels. It still wouldn’t improve on her wonderfully large ass.

We share a few sly glances then some lewd smirks before Tia giggles. She knows exactly what is on my mind and our relationship has already transformed from being Platonic to flirty bordering on raunchy.

“You know what I am thinking right now?” She grins.

“Do I want to know?” I smile back.

“You probably wouldn’t be able to get it out of your head,” This puts dirty images of our night together. The fucking, the riding, the moaning and the cumming.

“If there’s a single thing I can never get out of my mind, it’s you.”

I hear footsteps come behind me. These are light and synchronised, not someone who weighs much.

“Hey hotshot, been missing you,” I hear a familiar voice say.

Jade — my temporary assistant for organising the birthday party — taps my shoulder, and sits on the other side of me. Her green skirt flaps up then down as she does so, tossing a breeze at my face. I am caught up with just how majestically she plants her tight ass on the top step of the stairs and the brief subtle effort she makes flashing her panties to me (which are pink by the way). Her blue V-neck polo shirt leaves a black abyss between her breasts that I want to dive into.

With both of them on either side, I have the urge to compare them. Jade’s more slender figure and her plump breasts are a powerful contrast to the more curvaceous big butt of Kianna. Pears and apples. I’ve tasted the apple and plunged the pear. My heart sinks when I realise that I might not be able to keep them both.

I tense up, having yet to inform either of them about the new developments in our respective relationships. Although I should have seen this coming, it’s not like the process of seducing one wouldn’t get in the way of seducing the other. The question is can I get them to both agree to being my sexual options.

Jade and Kianna have similar traits, they seem to not get along. They are both stern and grounded, however, they appreciate the more feminine things in life. They are independent to a fault, so it’s often hard to get under the cold hard surface they often portray. They are much like myself which is why they’re the closest girls in my life.

This doesn’t extend to their relationship; they don’t dislike each other, yet there’s definitely some underlying indifference. Yet I couldn’t love them more if I tried, and I would never be able to pick one over the other.

So how do I tell them? While Jade has my attention for a brief moment with her lovely posture and model-like body, I am immediately pulled back to Kianna who turns my head and continues the conversation.

“I had you first, eyes at me,” Kianna says

I can’t really say no given that she’s holding my head in place.

“He can look, it’s a free country,” Jade replies.

“Isn’t he your uncle?” Kianna points out, with her eyebrows raised.

“Isn’t he your cousin?” Jade bites back

“Hey, looking is allowed. He knows if not for that silly taboo he’d be all over me, and I am pretty happy to let his imagination go wild with me — just me. Maybe you guys can catch up later,” she snarks.

Kianna playfully rubs my chest and gasps at the firmness. She places her hand on my arm and pulls it over her shoulder. She then places her hand on my chest to show some ownership.

Jade shifts closer, until our thighs are touching. She leans on me, “You are only offering him some visuals, I’m offering the real deal.”

I shouldn’t be surprised, as Jade is definitely the crazier of the two. She plants her lips on mine and tastes my mouth. This is crazy given that we are literally just above the rest of the family. Anyone who is looking would see us.

This doesn’t even register to her, and it takes a few seconds to get her off me. What it does is create a rivalry, and I know that Kianna will not let it go. Kianna follows up with her own smooch, and I don’t reject it. Jade has a great tongue, but Kianna has a thicker, longer tongue which she shoves to the back of my mouth.

It’s a hot and sloppy kiss. Jade is the one who breaks it and pulls me in for another, flicking her tongue on me sensually then rubbing our lips together. This tug-of-war continues for a few rounds, and I get more and more nervous with each subsequent kiss. Eventually, I pull away from both and stand up.

“Morgan, sit back down and tell me who kissed you better,” Jade says with mild annoyance.

“Of course me, a man like Morgan needs a real woman. Perhaps a few squats may help you,” Kianna says.

This is the gauntlet thrown as she essentially makes it clear that her ass is simply too irresistible compared to Jade’s more pert behind. Jade has a gorgeous ass, it just isn’t her most alluring feature, and it doesn’t make her any less attractive. Kianna herself has a part of her she may feel vulnerable to Jade.

“Perhaps if you revisit puberty, you’ll get an actual rack,” I’m stunned.

It’s at this moment the verbals turn physical. I get in between them before the scratching and hair pulling begins. However, they hurl more insults at each other all the while pushing and prodding to get past me. All this commotion is what draws people’s attention. Before long, everyone is looking at us.

“Bitch! You should know I’ve been with men well above your league, so this little attitude ain’t gonna get you anywhere,” Kianna sparks.

“Where are these mystery men from, the toy in your dresser,” Jade ignites.

With all our family seeing the small little chick fight, It’s clear that if we don’t fix this now, then it’ll be a matter of time before the real reason for their fighting comes to light. I can’t ask such strong-willed women to accept this polygamous thing I have going on, yet they clearly only have a very real interest in having me all to themselves. I tug them hard, and they move with little resistance.

I drag them to my old bedroom, now a guest room.

“Ow, you’re hurting me,” Kianna says

“Let go dude!” Jade yells.

“Sit on the bed,” I say sternly. They return defiance, but a small drop in the tone of my voice diminishes it. “I don’t think either of you heard me, sit, on the bed. Now!”