The quick but exhaustive glance that grew to a full-on study of their immorality, tortured my psyche and held me in place. Taking-in their casually lewd attitude toward an open performance of incestuous oral sex leading to who-knows-what, only permitted them all the opportunity to study my reflexive fascination with their overt sexuality, despite my best efforts to diffuse and disguise my burning obsession. I had wished in my mind to make a stern statement about boozy, blatant debauchery. But with my heart thumping heavily up into my throat and my mouth seemingly parched and drooling at the same time, I could only stutter-out a juvenile response.
“Oh, grow-up!” I feebly uttered. “All of you are behaving like animals, you should be ashamed. If you’re just trying to tease me, it isn’t working.” (It was infact working well, I was being teased to the point of sexual exhaustion and I was the only one feeling any sense of shame.) “So you can turn-off that dirty movie and put your clothes back on,” I lamely blurted-out. Seriously not really understanding what it was, that I was being indoctrinated into. Part of me was still hoping that it was an elaborate, (though kinky) trick on me and that they would start to laugh and get dressed. But an uncomfortable little pang kept jarring my moral compass with the crude notion that they were attempting to draw me in to some sort of incestual orgy from which there would be no going back. And worse than that, I feared that they could see through the sheen of flop-sweat painting my forehead and upper lip. As well as the crimson blush that colored my cheeks.
The material of my bra was no match for my pointy nipples, they poked through my shirt announcing to all, the absolute heights of my arousal. And if that wasn’t proof enough of my descent into depravity, the musky scent emanating from my sodden snatch filled the room with my lusty craving. I tried to hold eye contact but not look at their genitals. Both Lori and my mom were slavishly sucking and kissing the gigantic, swelled cap of Will’s sturdy prick. Like rutting whores, their greedy lips devoured his cock with a maniacal passion for sex. Two sets of bouncing tits were dangling and clapping together making wet, slapping noises as their bodies swayed on either side of him. Their hips were undulating rhythmically with shiny, feminine digits thrusting in and out of the gaping slits and their clean-shaven pussies were begging for a more forceful release that only Will could provide.
It all seemed so surreal and intoxicating. Erotic images of lust-filled pagans danced in my mind, but ofcourse they were dancing in the flames of hell and I couldn’t quite decide if they were enchanted or cursed. But why then was there a puddle of warm moisture in my crotch and a tingling, demanding hunger roiling my belly and corrupting my imagination? I could see in my mind’s eye, that I was on that couch. It was my hands cupping their bodacious mounds and my tongue circling each swollen areola and nipping at those pouty nipples. And there I was on my knees between my older brother’s thighs, swirling my pointy tongue along the curved length of his rigid pole and kissing the domed cap, allowing the smooth rounded head to penetrate my lips and lodge in my distended cheek. It wouldn’t take much more prodding before I offered my pliant body to the lascivious whims of my brother’s perversions. I was including myself, almost volunteering my body to this horrid display of incest. I needed to get away before it was too late.
My irrational questions were eventually answered by my mother as she allowed Lori to take her place fellating Will’s enormous appendage. I had sputtered-out useless inanities, only showing the vulnerability of my position. It looked as if mom was prodded by the other two, to be the spokeswomen for them. She stopped to wipe the smeared lipstick from her face and close her legs, and then turned to me, though not ignoring the incestuous blowjob being performed right beside her.
“Christy, my dear, don’t get so upset. We’re all adults here, and it’s an “‘adult movie,'” the others were forced to giggle despite their current activity. “No one is being hurt and we’re in our own home, and besides who watches porn just for the fine acting. It looked to us like your reading could wait and we thought that maybe you would want to join us and watch the video. There’s plenty of room on the couch or we could even move to someplace more comfortable. It seems like you were getting a bit excited too.” (They all simply nodded towards my flustered complexion and highly agitated physical condition.) I was beginning to shake. My body didn’t feel like my own. This trembling affected my speech and my motor control.
I could only smile weakly and attempt to control my rapid, shallow breathing. I wasn’t sure if I had just been let in on some bizarre joke or if I had been jointly propositioned for some deviant MFFF incest orgy. I sat stunned for a second, almost saying “Thank you” for the eccentric invitation. I rose unsteadily from my chair, books and papers falling to the floor and my giddy head shaking like an insane bobblehead. My heart was pounding and my head grew dizzy with mixed emotions. I muttered some anemic apologies about disturbing them or spoiling their fun, while straightening my damp, clingy clothing.
Trying to control some last semblance of my will-power, I took a last moment to watch a scene on the television so that it wouldn’t appear that I was running out on them and smiled to assure them that I meant no offense. Then I shakily excused myself from their “play time” saying that I really must finish my book. But I really just needed to get out of there and clear my head. My knees were tottering to the point that I may have collapsed. I had a lot to think about and very little to rely on.
They laughed politely and assured me that I was welcome at any time. Is this really what it was coming down to? They were gathering themselves into more traditional family arrangements as I made my sheepish departure from the room, almost as though nothing out of the ordinary had just taken place. I shuffled downstairs to the den holding tightly to the handrails because I was still a bit wobbly on my feet. Maybe some quiet time and a moment to collect my thoughts was all that I required to arrive at some logical solution.
It had never occurred to me as I trudged down the steps that I was not out of their sight. My brother was an electronics genius and he had apparently wired closed-circuit cameras to all vantage points in the house that he could activate from anywhere with his phone. This included bedrooms and bathrooms as I discovered later, as well as the den that I was heading to. So as I flopped down on the big couch, not even bothering to turn on lights, he could push a button and change the channel on the TV, and they could watch my every move in the uniquely-decorated basement room.
I was out of breath and low on energy, when I slumped on to the over-stuffed love seat in the rec room. Not just because I had rushed out of the upstairs room in a confused panic. My mind swimming with scenes of familial perversion and still haunted about my present and future part in it. But also because my over-heated torso was now shivering with dried sweat and my pussy was leaking warm, sticky fluid that dribbled down my inner thighs while my perky nipples chafed from the wet fabric and itched to be fondled and caressed. There was a steady drumbeat of lust being pumped through my veins and pooling in my yearning twat. And a series of perplexing and perverted images streaming through my troubled brain that just would not reset to my normal, boring life.
I hadn’t spent much time in this room lately, and generally when I did, it was with the lights out like tonight, or with an occasional candle flickering. Along with the cameras that I had not noticed, and that now recorded my every detail, other additions had been made giving the surroundings a claustrophobic and slightly sinister vibe. There were a lot of mirrors, strange-looking hooks mounted in the wall and an unusual pulley system reaching over the pool table that I couldn’t determine any use for. And on the large-screen TV that I clicked-on, I was suspiciously surprised that another porn video was playing. I felt a little guilty and also quite horny, so I didn’t bother to turn it off, plus I had forgotten my book upstairs. The movie did seem like a harmless diversion and I just needed to rest. Well, it is impossible to close your eyes or to concentrate on other matters while people are fucking and sucking on screen. And even more difficult to keep your hand from travelling between your legs.
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