The Blender
Copyright© 2024 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 3: The Merger
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Merger - [NOTE: NEW EDITION AVAILABLE, SEE "THE BLENDER (REVISED) 2025.] An unusual family with three brothers and three sisters from 9 to 17 years old. Circumstances force the oldest two, step-siblings, both 17, male and female, to share a bed. Proximity fuse has been lit! At least the younger four (2 boys, 2 girls) are in separate bedrooms. First kisses. First times. There's trouble before the middle sister's Sweet 16 party, and worse trouble after.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Nudism
Oliver met Carla when their two youngest children were enrolled in a cooperative nursery school. Back then, it was his daughter Nia and her son Tim, ages 3 and 4 respectively. In exchange for reduced tuition, each parent was required to work one day each week in the school. One day they watching the kids take their early afternoon naps and comparing war stories. After a few rounds of “can you top this?” anecdotes, Carla broke off and looked him in the eye.
“You know, Oliver, sometimes I’m so exhausted I don’t even feel like picking up the TV remote. But other times, I’ve been daydreaming. About you. Would you like to come over for some playtime?”
“Playtime? Oh. I see by your expression you mean, uh, serious playtime. Wow. Really? I’d love to, but how?”
“Tomorrow at lunchtime, our kids will all be in school, including the two that are here. Can you take a personal day?”
“You bet I can! But first...”
He leaned over and kissed her.
“Oh, she’s wonderful! What’s this? That’s one enthusiastic tongue. She’s so hot. Uh-oh, stupid pants. I need to adjust, oh, ow. She’s got her hand down there, making it worse.”
“Carla, um, I need some space.”
“You’re breaking up with me? From our first kiss? You bastard!”
“No, no, the opposite! My pants are killing me, I need to stand up and, well, adjust myself.”
“OK, sweetie. My fault, I guess. Go ahead.”
They were married about three months after that, surrounded at the front by their six children. Oliver’s oldest (Andrew) was his best man, and Carla’s maid of honor was Leah, her oldest. Collectively, their youngest child was Nia (Tania), one of Oliver’s kids. Thrilled, Nia was prancing up the aisle, scattering flower petals in a tiny fairy dress.
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