Life, Death, and Life
Chapter 1

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Teenagers, Romantic, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Brother, Sister, Father, Daughter, Uncle, Niece, BDSM, Spanking, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Orgy, Polygamy/Polyamory, Cream Pie, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, First, Fisting, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Petting, Pregnancy, Safe Sex, Sex Toys, Tit-Fucking, Voyeurism, Big Breasts, Small Breasts, Slow,

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Their parents passing, left six children, in their teens, home alone to grieve, grow up, and go forward with their lives.

I hate talking about this, but it’s a story that needs to be told.

My name is Henrik, I am now 30 years old, but this story happened when I was only 19.

Back when this all began, there was

Henrik, 19
Frederick, 18
Anne, 16
Diana, 16
Charlotte, 13
Fredrika, 12

Our parents were,


You might have picked up that I said ‘were,’ and that was because they left for a flight back to where they were born, Stockholm, Sweden.

We all live in Manchester, New Hampshire. Fred and I were born in Stockholm, but the rest were born in Manchester, a city of 100,000.

On their flight to Stockholm, something called wind shear, must have surprised the pilot and they didn’t adjust correctly, causing the flight to crash into the Baltic Sea, killing everyone on board.

Our family, especially the girls, were overwhelmed with emotion, and we had services in Manchester. Very few remains were found, making it even tougher to get through the tough times.

Fortunately, with us two boys over 18, we weren’t as devastated as a few families who only had much younger kids survive them. The thought of our sisters going off to separate foster homes, caused Fred and I to become very close to them.

It took a solid two years to get through the tough times we had together. My brother and I put off college, to enjoy seeing our sisters grow up to be both smart and very pretty.

The twins, Anne and Diana, were now 18, and were getting bothered by the boys in school. They had become somewhat top heavy, which both Fred and I had noticed as well.

It seemed odd, but they came to the two of us asking to talk about boys. We had different styles, so he took Anne to his room and Diane stayed in mine. For the sake of propriety, all doors were left open.

“So, DD, (her nickname) what is going on that I can help you with?”

I was on my desk chair, and she was sitting on my bed, with her legs crossed in front of her.

“You know that I have never even had a boyfriend, so since I have gotten these,” she said, putting her hands on her covered breasts, “I seem to be a bug light and they are all being flies.”

That made me look at them for a split second.

“So, what are they doing, saying things or trying things?”

“Both, it’s like I went from being invisible when I was 15 with nothing, to now with these C-cups of mine.”

“I sure wish Mom were around to help you with this. I used to be one of those guys you are talking about, DD,” I said.

“No, you didn’t, Rick (my nickname). You have always been a very decent and respectful big brother to me. I trust you!”
“That’s sweet of you to say, what do you want from me?”

“Help, to understand boys, and maybe a few ideas on how to keep them at bay?”

“Wow, that might be tough, but if you are willing, we can muddle through this together. I don’t have a secret fix, it won’t happen overnight, understand that?”

“Sure, Rick, I knew you could help me. I have homework to do. See you at dinner.”

Her perkiness is pervasive, and I got up, gave her a brotherly hug, with a kiss on her forehead.

She looked at me strangely and said, “It’s too bad we can’t be boyfriend and girlfriend. I feel very safe and comfortable around you.”

And she left.

Several minutes later, Fred came into my room, after knocking and said, “You wouldn’t believe what Anne just said to me?”


Having done our weekly shopping, the previous day, it was my turn to cook dinner. Fred and I swap all house duties.

Our folks’ bedroom has been untouched since ‘that day’ and everyone respected that. The two of us, occasionally go inside to dust, and vacuum but not much else.

Dad was a financial planner, who had done well for himself, explaining he had his own financial consultant so he couldn’t fuck things up too bad.

He wasn’t affected by the dot-com bubble burst in early 2000, like so many others, investing in high-dividend stocks, such as SCCO (Southern Copper) RAVN (Raven Industries) HD (Home Depot) and a few others.

Mom was a top echelon performer of Mary Kay Cosmetics, making a nice income of her own, with their trip to Stockholm paid for by her money.

Between the payment we received from Scandinavian Airlines, for our loss, and the financial estate they both left behind, we had plenty of money and were quite well off. Neither Fred, nor I had a fulltime job, although my little brother spends a few hours a day as a travel agent. He does it out of the house, online from Dad’s work area, and he is happy.


Tonight, was my homemade lasagna, good from the comments the girls make.

The girls came into the dining room, with DD asking me, “How can I help, Bro?”

This is new?

The lasagna was well-received by all, with DD helping clear the table of the dirty plates. She stayed to help me wash and put away the plateware, standing next to me the whole time.

“What you said earlier, about us becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, isn’t possible, you do understand that, don’t you?” I said to her.

“I know that, but you, like I said before, are easy to talk to, and kind of cute!”

I stopped what I was doing, turned to her, and asked, “DD, are you really having problems with boys, or is this all a plan to get me to fall in love with my own sister?”

She hesitated too long, and broke into a big dimpled smile and said, “Is it working?”

She handled that very well, and we both laughed and finished our after-dinner chore.

“Is all your homework done, if so, we can have our first lesson in how to deal with boys who don’t respect beautiful women, OK?”

“You think I’m beautiful”? she asked, taking my arm.

“I realized, as I was saying that, it was inappropriate, sorry Diana,” I said.

“I like it better when you call me DD, Rick.”

I dropped her off at my room, going on to check on our sisters, Freddie, and Charlie, now 14 and 15, respectively.

Anne, with Fred’s help, was working on her homework, waving to me as I passed by.

He walked over to me and quietly asked, “How is Diana handling her boy problem, Big Bro?”

“The same way that Anne seems to be getting you to do her homework for her, instead of helping her do it by herself!”

“Guilty as charged. How does tacos sound for dinner tomorrow?”

“Fine, just make enough for everybody. Last time you did I was woefully underfed.”

“Woefully? That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Maybe so, I am planning on giving DD a lesson in how to handle a jerk who asks her out. Ignore any screams or slaps.”

He just laughed and headed back to stand behind his sister. I stayed there long enough to see him glancing not only at the screen of her computer, but he appeared to be looking down her shirt, also.

We are both easily distracted by girls just like our oldest sisters, but we also need to be very careful.

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