Family Meeting
Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, mt/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Teenagers, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, Reluctant, Romantic, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, Father, Daughter, Aunt, Nephew, Anal Sex, Cream Pie, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, First, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Safe Sex, Tit-Fucking, Voyeurism, Big Breasts,

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A very large family has some very odd customs. That includes a weekly Family Meeting for all to keep up with one another.

I was the sixth of eleven kids, only three of us were guys the rest girls, of course. My name is Steven Snow, and found out that we were distant relatives of Lorenzo Snow, one of the early presidents of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

Quite fortunately, as far as I was concerned we weren’t Mormon but my father’s grandfather had been.

I said fortunately because all of my sisters including my mom were all gorgeous, not just kind of pretty but drop dead gorgeous.

Our family included,

Paul, dad (43)

Merrily, mom (41)

Paul Junior (20)
Hope (19)
Faith (19)

Harmony (18)
Charity (17)
Me, Steven (16)
Ruth (15)

Esther (15)
Miriam (14)
Joanne (13)

John (13)

Although not LDS, we were still Christian thus the names.

An obvious believer of the rhythm method none of us were more than fifteen months apart from our nearest sibling. As you can see, there are two sets of twins.

Mom and dad must have planned to have many children because we had a house with seven bedrooms.

They also told us that they would be having no more children because eleven is enough. Dad said that, and Mom agreed, with a titter.

We had a family meeting at least once a week to catch everybody up on what was going on.

We talked about school, boys and girls and whatever came to mind. We had no secrets!

Rather often one of us younger kids would bring up the situation that we had more people than bedrooms, insinuating in the process that we needed a bigger house.

Dads typical response to that was that we needed more income into the house, insinuating that some of the older kids (16 and older) could help by getting a job.

PJ (Paul Junior) went to work with dad every day, and now has his own room, leaving us ten kids to share the remaining five.

All of the bedrooms except for our parents had two double beds

With mom and dad insisting that we get to know each other really well, every year there was a draw, like a lottery, with whichever two picking the same colored marble got to share that room for the next year.

We did this the day after Memorial Day, before summer would begin.

This was that meeting!

There were ten marbles, two of each color in a large glass you could not see through.

The girls picked first, they always got to pick first.

Hope reached in and got a red marble.

Ruth was next getting a yellow marble,

Harmony snagged the other red one, moving over next to Hope and they hugged each other and giggled.

Joanne pick next getting the black marble.

Miriam picked the dark blue marble, remembering she got that same color last year.

Charity plucked out the orange marble.

Joanne got the other orange marble.

Faith selected the first of the clear marbles

The last girl to select was Esther, getting the other dark blue, as the two youngest girls got to share a room, making them both very happy.

Before you go and think how progressive this whole thing was, it wasn’t. I had Miriam, my little sister this last year, and I was always picking up after her, and unable to complain due to the house rule, “Get along!”

I had a 33% chance between John, Ruth and Faith, having shared with my brother before, which had been rather cool.

With the diminished sound of only two marbles left, John reached in and picked yellow, meaning he and Ruthie were sharing, which meant that I found the other clear marble and saw Faith coming over to give me a big hug.

I said in her ear, ‘Your place or mine, Faith?”

That was the first time I got somebody older than I in the yearly musical bedroom game.

After dinner that day, I moved my stuff in, getting barely enough room for my hanging clothes but plenty of room for my ‘delicates’ as Faith called them.

At the same time, Ruth was moving her stuff out to move in with her little brother John.

An immediate benefit, at least as I saw it, was Faith was rather pretty, as was her twin, Hope.

After I was all moved in, we talked:

“Which bed would you like to sleep on?” she asked,

“I’d prefer the one against the wall, Sis,” I said.

“So do I,” she was quick to say.

So, realizing as I said it how stupid it sounded, “Maybe we could share?”

She turned on her appreciable charms and asked, “How would we do that, sleep on top of one another?”

The room got quiet, then she broke out into the cutest smile and said, “It doesn’t matter to me, but you should have seen your face, Steven!”

“That wasn’t funny, Faith,” I said to her. “Sharing a bed with you would cause me all kinds of grief.”

“How do you figure that?” she said, getting on my bed.

“Never you mind, I need to change for bed, excuse me for a moment?” I said getting a change of clothing and walking into the bathroom we would be sharing for the next year. The door wouldn’t close.

“What do we do about this problem?” I said.

“I’ve been sharing with sisters for the last two years, it wasn’t a big deal, Stephen,” she said.

“I can’t change my clothes in front of you,” I said.

“Why not?”

“Are you crazy?”

“No, just practical, that’s all. Just ask me to turn around and I will, and vice versa, if you are so embarrassed over such a little thing, we will never get along for a full year,” she said. “I am nineteen, I know what a naked boy looks like, you’re no different, are you?”

“Well, I am your brother, that makes it different, doesn’t it?” I responded. “You need to understand something, Faith. I’m only sixteen, and I’ve never been around any girls other than my own sisters.”

“So, what does that have to do with anything?” she said getting up off the bed and walking over to me.

“Things ... happen to guys, when they get around pretty girls, even their own sisters sometimes.”

“Are you talking about erections, things like that?”

“Geez, Faith. Just saying that word causes me to ... to react.”

She went over to our bedroom door, pulled it closed and locked it, then said, “Strip Steven!”


“That means I want you to take off all your clothes, just do it, don’t be embarrassed.?”

“If I do it, you do it too,” I said hoping that would stop things before it got really weird.

Dammit, if she didn’t start to undress herself. So slowly, I was getting the erection I was talking about earlier.

It didn’t take her long to get down to just a bra and panty. She had her hands on her hips, like mom does.

“That’s not naked,” I said.

“You haven’t taken off a thing yet, little brother. It’s your turn.”

“What is the point of this?” I asked slowing unbuttoning my shirt.

“If we can get used to one another being less than completely clothed, we have a chance of getting through the next year as friends, don’t you think?”

She was older and smarter than me, and that made perfect sense, from her point of view.

However, from my point of view, she is going to see me not only naked, but with a tremendous hard on, in a matter of seconds.

“I’m waiting,” she said jostling a little making her breasts jiggle more than a little.

Do all sisters do this to their brothers?

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