Chapter 1: Storm

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Fiction, Incest, Group Sex, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1: Storm - Emily had a pirate fantasy, and I did my best to make it come true for her. This is a sequel of sorts to "Emily," but it stands on its own. CAUTION: There's a lot of explicit, raunchy language here, even if overall it's a love story (and sex romp). Plus, Emily's journal is full of vivid, purplish and over-the-top prose. (Manchowder, anyone?) There is MM, pretty light stuff, as well as sibling incest and borderline activities with parents. And pirates. Check the codes before you read, please.

The sound is unmistakable, and I looked up as soon as I heard it.

"Emily! Luffing!"

She let the tiller fall away a little, speeding us up but now the boat was heeling seriously, the starboard gunwale was almost under water and I was barely staying braced over the center thwart. I didn't care if my back was about to spasm. The black cloud was getting closer and at this point all that mattered was for Emily to stay as close-hauled as she could to get us to harbor ahead of the storm. It was going to be tight.

We almost made it. The sheets of rain began just as we were tying up at the resort marina. We ran for the cabin—well, Emily hobbled—but it was too late.

Inside, Emily threw her cane in the corner.

"I hate this —ing thing!"

Her anger was fleeting, as always. Emily didn't dwell on what-ifs and this was old history. I saw her face relax a moment later as she scratched under her left breast and dripped on the stone floor. I had my own puddle going.

"Dibs on the shower."

She turned at the entrance to the bathroom to look back at me.

"Unless you'd like to join me?"

"What about the kids?"

"Rob said they wouldn't be back until late. Tom and Debra want to party. They need to recover from finals, according to Rob."

Not a surprise. The first thing kids learn at college is how to party—those who hadn't already learned, of course. We were pretty sure our kids were party experts. I didn't want to think about the tuition we were paying for this.

I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt and Speedo, and posed.

"Ta-da!"

Emily giggled and threw her top at me, followed by her own shorts and her bikini bottoms. She missed all three times.

I soaped her back under the warm water. It didn't matter if we ran out—there's no such thing as really cold water in the tropics. I moved my hands around and up to her breasts and she purred and leaned back into my arms and squirmed against me. One thing led to another...


It was getting dark for real and the rain had stopped and I was trying and failing to get up enough energy to look at the clock, when I felt Emily stir. Her breath was soft and sweet and languid against my ear when she spoke.

"So, what do you think about the boys and Debra?"

"She's cute."

"That's it? Cute? That's all?"

"Well, hot, too."

"OK, Daniel. But that's the understatement of the year about Debra. You know that, right?"

"OK, I'll admit it. She's gorgeous and I'd love to fuck her silly and then some. And bang her a second time as soon as I could. Satisfied?"

Emily giggled.

"I feel the same way about her."

Another giggle.

"Well, not bang her, of course, but you know what I mean."

We'd come across the boys and Debra, Tom's girlfriend, by accident on a secluded beach a couple of days earlier. They didn't see us, but we stayed to watch Tom and Rob work Debra over, her laughter and cries accompanying their efforts.

"What about the boys, Emily?"

"God, Daniel."

In their best pornstar fashion, Tom and Rob each pulled out and came on Debra, Tom on her lower back and Rob on her face.

Emily swallowed, took a deep breath.

"I wanted to lick her clean. I wanted to lick them clean, too."

She shivered.

"I almost came when Tom moved around from behind Debra and started licking her face. If you hadn't grabbed me when Tom moved from cleaning Debra to cleaning Rob, I think I might have joined the party. God!"

"You aren't the only one. I wanted to walk over behind her, push her head down on her hands, and slide in and go to town. And I mean really go to town. Bang her? Hell, I'd fuck her brains out. When I finished, Rob would jam his cock in Emily's mouth and fuck her and come all over her face once more."

A moment of two later, I realized what I'd said. I wondered if Emily had noticed whose mouth Rob was fucking in my story.


It was well past midnight that same night, the kids not back yet, and Emily and I were standing at the far end of the covered front veranda, still nude, enjoying the warm air on our skin. We'd roused ourselves earlier but we'd been too lazy to get dressed and go out to find food so we settled for some fruit and stale croissants instead. Now, showered again and relaxed and fed and still a little aroused, we let the warm night air caress our skin. The sky had cleared, even if water still dripped from the eaves of the hut and from the trees around us.

"Daniel, do you remember that summer when Annie and her brother, Chris, came to visit?"

"Sure."

"Remember that last time with her—you, your dad and my dad?"

I felt a twitch. I put my hand on Emily's bottom, and she pushed herself against me. I began to stroke her.

"Oh, yeah!"

"And the evening after Annie left?"

I remembered that evening very well. And I remembered Alma.

First Joseph had eaten her and fucked her and she'd come, screaming, when he'd emptied himself into her. Dad looked to be more than ready after Mom released him and he positioned himself between Alma's thighs when Joseph finally lifted off and settled himself next to Mom, his arm around her and cupping one full breast. In one long swift thrust Dad was in her and giving it to her as she chanted her "Gimmes" and "Fuckmes" and squirmed and quivered, her breasts moving as he pounded her.

Alma spasmed once more, her cries becoming a shriek as she dug her heels into Dad's butt. With a growl he gave one final lunge and gave it to her. Following Joseph's example, when his spasms finished, he presented his cock to Alma and she gobbled him, her lips moving, and licked him up and down and sideways. I saw him give a thrust toward the end, even if he was empty but I knew how good Alma's lips and tongue could make me feel and I understood why he wanted to prolong his stay in that wet juicy place.

Alma lay there limp, her legs akimbo, dribbling her own fluids and Dad's and Joseph's spending onto the towel under her. She turned her head to me and motioned with her hand and I knew it was my turn. I leaned close to hear her whisper.

"All you have to do is fuck me, Daniel. Don't worry about me."

Behind me, Emily laughed.

"Fuck her, Daniel."

Alma was boneless at this point, extremely fuckable to my eye. She was still juicy, still half-full of cum, but I didn't care. Fuckable. That's all I could think of right then, and with one stroke I was all the way in. As she had done before, Alma crossed her legs behind me and her pussy gripped me in spite of all the liquid and I went to town. Emily was kneeling beside me and rubbing my butt as I thrust, and as the moment approached I felt her other hand circle my cock right where her mother and I were joined.

At the last possible millisecond she squeezed me and choked off that final release. I started, my mouth open. I quivered and tried to shove myself further into Alma, but Emily kept her fingers tight around me.

"You will not come in my mother, Daniel."

"Emily, what?"

Her eyes were laughing, but her grip didn't soften.

"I want you to come on me."

I felt as much as heard Alma's laugh. Her pussy squeezed me as she snorted and giggled.

"That's my girl! Go for it, Emily."

I gave in to Alma's hands pushing against my belly and withdrew, still teetering on the brink although I was no longer tipping over the edge. Emily released me and lay down beside Alma, the two of them linking hands.

"Daniel, fuck me and pull out and come on my tits."

I slid into Emily who immediately raised her legs and locked her ankles around my rear end just as her mother had, and I fucked her hard and fast. Emily took up Alma's "Fuck me" chant. After the fifth stroke Emily dropped her legs and I pulled out, jacked myself once and spurted and spurted as Emily's cries changed to "Gimme gimme gimme." Once, twice and a third time, my dick good and fat and hard and long in my hand, and even if I was half-empty at this point I splattered Emily's mouth and her boobs, the third spurt kind of dribbling onto her belly button.

When I sat back on my knees, Alma released Emily's hand and crawled over to put her head in my lap and gently nursed my reddened dick until I'd shrunk and I was clean. Alma gave me a pat and kissed me, her lips parted and her tongue in my mouth, and I tasted myself. When we broke apart I collapsed beside Emily, although after a couple of minutes Emily poked me.

"Look."

I opened my eyes, with some effort, to see Dad and Joseph double-team Mom on her hands and knees. I didn't think they had much left, but apparently it was enough for one final time. The three of them ended up in a heap, and Alma crawled over to join them while I held Emily in my arms and we dozed.

I grunted. I remembered. I moved behind Emily and pressed my erection against her bottom, my hands going around to palm her tits. Remembering those days turned me on, which I realized was exactly Emily's purpose in asking. I figured she had something more in mind, too, even if she wasn't ready yet to spell it out.

"Yeah, I remember."

"It was one of the hottest things I've seen, Daniel. My dad, your dad and you, one after another on my mom. Think about it. Think about the boys and Debra, too."

Emily put her hands on the railing and spread her legs a little more and wiggled her butt against me.

"And while you think about it, bend me over and fuck me."

We were lost in each other and neither of us heard the twins and Debra when they returned.

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