Chapter 2: Interracial Hookup

As I suspected, Susan was completely turned on when I told her what had happened in the shower, and that resulted in some really hot sex between us that night. And at practice the next day, Adam and Aidan were a bit nervous. None of us said anything, though. I tried to act normal, and I think I succeeded. As far as I could tell at that moment, what had happened was something that would never be mentioned again, except in Susan’s and my fantasies. It turned out that I was wrong in that assessment, but I couldn’t know that then.

Then on Wednesday, Susan sent me a text in the middle of the day which read, “I have some sexciting news! You’ll cream in your jeans.”

I texted back, “Ooh! Tell me.”

“You’ll have to wait until you come home. I want you hard all day long in anticipation.”

Needless to say, I was intrigued ... and hard.

Despite all our talk, Susan and I don’t really fuck that many other people, and none at all since we started including the girls in our games some nine months ago. There was one period, soon after we started living together, that we had regular outside partners, and since then we’ve had the occasional guest star from time to time, but mostly we just rely on one another for pleasure. But I should probably back up and explain why we’re so family oriented.

Our parents weren’t typical ones when it came to sex. They had no modesty in that regard. They weren’t nudists, but let’s just say that our house was clothing casual. Susan and I grew up being accustomed to seeing mom and dad, and each other, naked. And they had no problems with having sex in front of us. Not only did they leave their bedroom door wide open while they were fucking, but it wasn’t all that unusual to see my mom grab my dad and have them go at it on the kitchen table.

And our sex education wasn’t just by example. From an early age our parents taught us about sex, not only how all the plumbing fit together in various ways, but they also instilled in us a healthy understanding that sex was for pleasure as well as for making babies. And they emphasized consent, how sex was more fun if everyone involved was an eager participant.

Despite all this, though, when we were young, our parents never touched us sexually. They told us that sex was something for adults to enjoy, and that we would come to appreciate it in time. And for the most part, we weren’t all that interested. Like most young kids, we had no interest in the opposite (or same) sex. Sure, we went through the phase when we were curious about our and other people’s bodies. And we touched ourselves—our parents never chided us for that. I was jacking off long before I could ejaculate just for the pleasure it brought, and many is the time that I caught Susan playing with her pussy. But sex with others just wasn’t a thing that interested us.

All that changed for me when I turned fourteen. By then I had developed a strong interest in girls—my interest in boys was latent at that stage. I was now sporting some hair on my pubes, and my dick had grown to a respectable six inches. One day mom came into my bedroom carrying a basket of laundry and saw me jerking off.

“Oh, you’ve grown quite a bit since I last noticed,” she said. “You know, there’s something more enjoyable than that.” And then she knelt down in front of me and started sucking me off, flicking her tongue around my glans and then engulfing my entire cock, wiggling her tongue along the underside of my shaft. It was my first blowjob. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, and then I spurted into her waiting mouth—back then I didn’t have the control I do now. She swallowed every drop.

“Mmm,” she said, licking a bit of semen off her upper lip. “My boy tastes very good.”

She then stood up and walked out of the room.

Later that night, after my nine-year-old sister had been put to bed, I was in my bedroom jerking off again, this time to images in my head of my naked mother, curvy, large full breasts, a landing strip of clipped pubic hair over her mons, when mom came into my room, this time naked, giving me a real sight of what I had been conjuring up in my head.

“At it again?”

I nodded.

“You’re fantasizing about me, aren’t you?”

I nodded again, too stupefied for words.

“How would you like the real thing?”

I nodded, more vigorously this time.

“Then follow me and be quiet. I don’t want you to wake your sister.”

At that time, Susan was still too young for such games by our parents’ rules. Susan had seen mom and dad fuck many times, but I guess mom thought she would ease Susan into seeing me joining them, lest she want to join in at too young an age out of a sense of fairness and fear of missing out, rather than because she really wanted to.

Anyway, I followed mom out of my bedroom, down the hall, and into hers, watching her butt sway from side to side all the way. I think that’s where I get my fascination with watching women’s asses while they walk, that night when I first had sex.

Dad was there too, naked and sporting a hard-on.

Mom laid down on the bed and spread her legs. “Climb up alongside me,” she said to me.

Dad took me by the shoulders and whispered in my ear, “Now just do those things that you want to do. Remember consent works both ways. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We won’t be offended, and we certainly won’t love you any less.” Then he positioned himself between her legs.

I climbed onto the bed beside her, and she said, “Now touch yourself to keep hard if you must, but don’t cum. Just watch.”

Dad proceeded to eat her pussy, and I watched in rapt fascination as his tongue swirled around her clit and teased open her labia. I recalled the sex ed “classes” my mother had given Susan and me, using herself to point out the various erogenous zones.

“You can touch me, if you want,” she said. “I love to have my breasts fondled while I’m getting orally pleasured.”

I tentatively reached over and touched her breast. Then gripped in more firmly, feeling its spongy softness. I ran my finger around her nipple and watched it poke up like a pencil eraser.

“You can suck it, too,” she said.

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I leaned over and took her nipple in my mouth for the first time since I was a baby. Mom moaned with pleasure, then she started to convulse with an orgasm. She pushed me off her and my dad away from her pussy as she curled up in a ball, the waves of pleasure washing over her.

When she had calmed down, she took my head in her hands and kissed me deep on the lips. It was my first adult kiss.

“Now, would you like to try that?” she said as soon as she had calmed down a bit.

I moved between her legs and put my face close to her pussy. It smelled musky, but nice. I reached my tongue out and gently touched her labia.

“You can be firmer than that. It doesn’t bite.”

At that, I leaned in a bit further and attacked her vulva with more gusto. I tried to imitate what I’d just seen my father do. From my mom’s “sex ed” instruction, I knew where her clit was and that it was an especially pleasurable point, so I focused on that.

Mom tasted good. It was weird. Her pussy had all the elements that should make it distasteful, a mixture of sweat and other bodily fluids, but it wasn’t. The scent was intoxicating, and the taste, while not exactly like a sweet dessert, was delicious in its own way.

I circled her clit with my tongue, and like I’d seen Dad do, I occasionally plunged it deep into her vaginal cavity, scooping out her juices as I did so. Soon, she was gripping my head tightly and writhing about, her orgasm sweeping over her.

I moved up and kissed her, and she attacked my tongue in return.

Finally, she broke the kiss.

“Oh, my darling boy, that was wonderful. Now, can you do the same thing to your father?”

A wave of anxiety washed over me. I had never thought of sex with my dad, or any man for that matter, before. But before I could do anything, my dad lay down on the bed, and my mom guided me between his legs.

His penis was inches from my face and standing straight up. It seemed huge to me, bigger than I’d ever seen it. It really was only about seven inches, but longer and thicker than mine was at the time. A drop of pre-cum glistened between the glans.

My mom whispered in my ear, “you know what feels good to you. Just do that to your father.”

Suddenly I had a desire to take that cock into my mouth. I wanted it like nothing I’d ever wanted before, which was strange, because two minutes ago the thought of sucking another man’s cock had never entered my mind. But I wanted this one, badly.

I leaned in and took my father’s cockhead into my mouth, tasting the salty slime of his pre-cum. I liked it. I swirled my tongue around the head and tried to get the whole shaft down my throat but ended up gagging.

“That’s okay,” my dad said. “Just take as much as you are able into your mouth and use your hands for the rest.”

I followed his advice, and it worked. I started bobbing up and down in earnest, taking about half of it into my mouth.

“You can push his penis up against his stomach and lick the underside of the shaft, too,” my mom suggested. So, I tried that for a little while. All suggestions welcome. I was eager to learn.

Then I felt hands on my butt, spreading my cheeks, and then a warm tongue circling my anus. It was my mom, giving me first rim job. I had my father’s cock in my mouth and my mother’s tongue up my asshole, I didn’t know you could have so much pleasure without your dick even being touched.

Then my father groaned and sent gobs of cum down my throat. I almost gagged from the amount, but I managed to get it all down.

“Very good for a first time,” said my father. “You’re going to be champion cocksucker before long.” He took me by the shoulders and pulled me up so we were facing each other, and he gave me a deep kiss. Kissing a man was different than a woman. It was firmer and a bit rougher, but it was delightful too.

My father broke the kiss and said to me, “now how would you like to be an honest-to-goodness motherfucker?”

What red-blooded, American boy could say no to that?

My mom had me lay down, and she straddled me. She sunk down on top of me, enveloping my shaft with her warm moistness. I came immediately. It would have been a disappointment, but I had never had an orgasm like that. It was more intense than when I jerked off, and it lasted a lot longer, what seemed like ten for fifteen seconds of pumping my seed into my mother’s pussy, although in reality it had to have been shorter than that. I’m an able cocksman, but my abilities aren’t superhuman.

“Don’t worry,” my mom said. “You were just over excited. You’re young. You’ll be back in a minute or two, and we’ll try again.”

With that, my dad took my cock into his mouth and sucked me back to hardness. To be honest, I never really went completely soft. Then, when I was back to full strength, my mom lay on her back and I climbed on top.

“You’ll have more control this way,” she said.

I had a little trouble finding her vaginal cavity, but once I did, I sunk right in and started pumping away.

“No need to be a jackrabbit,” my dad whispered in my ear. “Change up the speed, and gyrate your hips a bit, so you go in circles and hit all of her clit up inside her. If you start to feel yourself about to cum, slow up so you last longer.”

It was a lot of advice all at once, but I managed to follow it. And soon we had a steady rhythm going, with the occasional changeups.

Mom bit her lower lip and quietly groaned, and soon she was thrashing underneath me, trying to buck me off. I held on though and kept sliding in and out of her. She raised up and bit my shoulder, but I kept going until I too was cumming, once again spilling my seed into her.

That was my first fuck.

Over the next few weeks, we continued to have sex, and I got better at it very quickly. Not only was I getting more skilled at bringing pleasure to both Mom and Dad, but I started lasting longer. I stopped cumming so quickly.

Mom and Dad also explained to Susan what was happening. I thought she would want to join in, but she wasn’t all that interested. I guess at nine I didn’t have any interest in sex, either. She might have been curious, but in our household witnessing sex was so routine that it didn’t hold any mystique to us as kids. So, our playtime was not just at night after Susan had been put to bed, but we engaged in it pretty much any time the mood struck us, usually two or three times a day.

Dad also introduced me to butt plugs, and I began accustoming myself to having things put up my ass. My first prostate massage was amazing. I was fucking Mom missionary style when she lubed up a finger and stuck it in me. As soon as she touched my prostate I came in buckets. It felt so fucking good, and I knew I wanted more.

Then one evening, a couple of months in, Dad asked if I wanted to be fucked in the ass. By this point, I was ready for it. Mom gave me an enema, not that I really needed it, but they didn’t want me to be turned off of anal by an accident on my first time. The enema itself was an erotic experience. Mom didn’t touch me in any erotic fashion, but being filled with warm, soapy water and feeling so full, and then releasing it, all with the expectation of what was to come later really got my engine revving.

When it came time for the event itself, Dad had me get on the bed on my elbows and knees, face on the sheet. Mom made sure he was rock hard, which he was—I’m not sure who was more turned on at that moment, Dad or me—and lubed up, and then I felt his cockhead rubbing up against my rosebud.

Then he started to push forward. As he entered me, it was something that I’d felt before with the butt plugs, which by the end were thicker than Dad’s cock, which was about average size. It didn’t exactly hurt, but there was a bit of discomfort as my anal ring resisted the invasion. I consciously relaxed, like I had learned to do with the butt plugs, and he slid in, little by little.

Then when he was buried in me to the hilt, he started pistoning in and out, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. This felt totally new and fantastic. With each downward thrust he rubbed up against my prostate, and then I had the lovely feeling of being evacuated as he withdrew, then the process repeated, again and again. I could feel his strong hands on my hips, a very different and masculine feeling, unlike when Mom held me when I fucked her. I grew harder than I think I ever had been.

Mom ducked underneath me and started sucking me off. I’m proud to say I didn’t cum immediately this time. I willed myself to hold back, so I could enjoy each thrust. But soon I was sending ropes of semen into Mom’s waiting mouth.

I could feel Dad start to twitch, and soon he was filling my backside up with his seed. As he withdrew, Mom moved behind me and felched his cum out of my ass, mixing it with my own in her mouth and then sharing it with the two of us.

That’s what my life was like throughout my high school years. Junior year, I met Cherie and fell in love, and we started fucking too, although she had no idea that I was fucking my mom and dad too. We married right out of high school, against both our parents’ wishes. But there was nothing they could do to stop us. I started college, and Cherie started popping out our two girls, all the while being financially supported by our parents. And with my marriage, my fucking my parents came to an end. Mom and Dad would gladly have let it continue, but I had some fucked-up notion about being faithful to my wife.

Then I was hit with a double whammy in the same week. Cherie ran off, leaving me with the two girls, and my parents were killed in a car accident. Plus, I was now the guardian for my fifteen-year-old sister. I was not prepared to be this adult at age twenty. I miss my parents every day, and not because of the sex. They were kind and loving people who would have sacrificed everything for Susan and me. Our family was different, but they were good parents.

It didn’t feel like it at the time, but two good things came out of that week. Cherie leaving turned out to have been a good thing. That was the first, and the second was that Susan and were back together.

When we were done with all the arrangements for that day, the police, the hospital, the funeral home, I took Susan home with me. Eventually the girls and I would move into my parents’ house, which is where we still live, but that night it made sense for Susan to come with us.

Now at that point, Susan and I had never been together sexually. When I married Cherie, Susan was still too young by our parents’ standards to join in the family activities. And while I was married, I chose not to. But in the meantime, our parents had initiated Susan into the ways of our family.

When we arrived at my little, two-bedroom apartment, I put the girls to bed. They’d already fallen asleep in the car. The day had been long and boring for them, and they weren’t yet old enough to understand what death was, so they were pretty much unaffected by the whole thing. I, however, was a wreck, and Susan had spent most of the day crying.

I hadn’t given much thought to sleeping arrangements. Stupidly, I had it in my mind that Susan would sleep on the couch, so I was a little surprised when I came into the bedroom and found Susan in a pair of panties and a t-shirt and turning down the bed. She just assumed she would sleep with me, that was our family way. I was emotionally exhausted, so I just rolled with it. I stripped to my underwear too and joined her.

We cuddled, not talking, just taking comfort in each other’s presence. Then I felt her hand reach down and fondle my cock through my underwear. I started to grow hard. I guess some philosophers or anthropologists would say something like sex, the creation of life, is the opposite of death, and it’s only natural to turn to sex when faced with death. I don’t know about any of that. I’m just a high-school history teacher. I do know, however, that sex is our family’s way of showing love and affection, and we were both badly in need of that in that moment.

I leaned in and kissed my sister, our tongues intertwining for the first time. My hand found her breast, and I gently kneaded it through her shirt. When we broke the kiss, I shucked my underwear, giving her access to my bare skin, and she continued to stroke me. I removed her shirt, temporarily interrupting the hand job she was giving me, and then lowered my face to her nipple and began to suck. Susan moaned slightly. I moved to her other breast, running my tongue in circles around the areola.

Susan slid her panties off, and then pushed me onto my back, straddling me. Slowly she lowered herself onto my cock, and we began to fuck. She was already wet, and I slid in and out of her fourteen-year-old pussy rather easily. She shuddered to two orgasms, then I switched it up, picking her up without withdrawing and depositing her on her back, fucking her missionary, face to face. I thrust in and out of her, all the time our eyes locked on one another. And soon I felt the welling in my balls and that warm coursing of pleasure up through my shaft, spilling my semen into my darling sister.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the middle of the night, as we were spooning, I awoke to the sensation of her hand on my penis again. Susan had reached around and was again slowly stroking me to hardness. I did nothing. When I was hard, she nestled herself down onto my cock. I started to slowly rock in and out, very gently. She shuddered to another orgasm. I kept going as she fell asleep, and a little bit later I came again. Then I fell asleep still inside her.

That was the first time I fucked my sister.

That morning I awoke early still spooning with Susan. I had slipped out of her during the night, but I had morning wood pressing against her thigh. The girls weren’t yet up, but that would be soon. Like most little kids, they were early risers. So, I took the moments of quiet afforded me and thought, while listening to Susan’s steady breathing.

Soon, Susan stirred, stretched, and turned toward me. I smiled at her and said, “Good morning.”

She gave a half-hearted smile in return and said, “What are we going to do now?”

“You mean now that Mom and Dad are gone?”

She nodded.

I figured it was time for me to take charge, considering how I was now both technically an adult and legally responsible for three minor girls. I said, “well, I think the girls and I will move back into the house with you. You’ll go back to school in a few days—when you’re ready. I’ll take a break from college while we get the childcare situation worked out, then I’ll go back to school too.”

“What will we do for money?”

“Mom and Dad have a fair bit in the bank. Those accounts are frozen right now, or soon will be, but Dad’s partner called yesterday and said he would write us a check to get us by until we get the accounts unfrozen. Then there are two pretty big life insurance policies, so we’ll be okay. We have more than enough to get by and to send you to college when it’s time. And we’ve got the house, so long as we make the mortgage payments.”

“So, we’ll be okay?”

“Money-wise, yes. We’re not rich, but we don’t have to worry.”

“They’re really gone?”

I nodded.

She ran her hand along my cheek and said, “At least I have you.”

“You do,” and I leaned in and kissed her.

“Thank God you’re a good fuck ... but do I really have to go back to school? Can’t I just stay and take care of my nieces while you go back to school?”

“Yes, you have to go back. The state requires it. It’s out of my hands.”

“Damn!”

At that we heard the girls getting up, so our quiet time was over for that morning.

So, in the coming weeks the girls and I moved back to my childhood home. When I moved in, Susan and I made a surprising discovery about our parents. There was a whole aspect to their sexuality that neither of us had any inkling of.

We knew, obviously, that our parents were not exactly vanilla, but, incest aside, as far as we knew they weren’t kinky either. They were bisexual and into anal, but that was pretty much the limit. As far as we knew, they didn’t swing with others; sex was kept within the family. But when I moved in, I discovered the locked basement door. Sometime in the intervening years, they had walled off part of the basement, and it was now behind a locked door. Susan remembered the work being done down there but hadn’t paid it much mind. It took a while for us to find the key, but just before I was about to call a locksmith, Susan found it.

Behind the door was a BDSM dungeon. It was fully equipped. There was a sex swing hanging from the ceiling, a St. Andrew’s cross, a padded sawhorse, a set of stocks, and various hooks hanging from the ceiling for suspending someone. There was also quite a collection of spreader bars, gags, crops and paddles, blindfolds, as well as the usual assortment of penetrative sex toys displayed along one wall. The whole room was lined with liquid-resistant padding, both floors and walls. There was even a small bathroom equipped with shower—that corner of the basement had always been plumbed for one, but the fixtures had never been installed until our parents did it a year or so before they died.

When we walked in, Susan and I just looked at each other, both of our jaws on the floor. We had no idea of this side of our parents. We didn’t know who was the dominant and who was submissive; we still don’t and probably never will.

After taking a quick inventory, we both stepped out relocked the door. We looked at each other again.

“Did you have any clue?” I asked.

“No.”

“Wow!”

“Yes, wow!”

“I guess every child has a moment when they discover some secret about their parents...”

“ ... but not usually one this big,” Susan finished my sentence. Then she asked, “do you want to try that?”

“I dunno, do you?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, let’s take it slow. Let’s keep it locked for now. We’re still getting used to vanilla sex with each other.”

“But maybe later I could retrieve one or two of those dildos.”

That was my Susan.

The childcare situation was another surprise and an unalloyed good one. We had two au pairs over the next few years, while I finished college and got my teaching certificate, that were both great with the kids and incredibly fuckable.

The first was Karl, a German guy my age. Karl was slim and clean shaven, with perfectly and permanently tousled, light-brown hair. He looked like a model, firm round butt that was squeezable, but the rest of his body hard like a man’s should be, but not overly muscled. He was bisexual, tending toward gay. A complete bottom, he had one amazing superpower: he was always ready to be fucked. I mean, there never was a time when he wasn’t up for it, and he didn’t even need much preparation, just some assplay to loosen him up. Then slather some lube on your cock and penetrate him. He was also great with the girls, who just adored him.

The first few days with Karl were pretty normal, and by that, I mean really normal. Susan and I kept up the pretense of being an ordinary brother and sister. She ostensibly moved into one of the other bedrooms—the house had four—but she slipped into bed with me every night. Of course, it didn’t fool Karl. He quickly caught on to the type of relationship Susan and I had.

Then on the fifth night, Karl just blurted out in a typically direct, German fashion, “So, you two are fucking.”

I’m not sure what shocked Susan and me more, that he knew or that he was so matter of fact about it.

Karl continued, looking at me, “And if you go that way too, I’d be happy to suck your cock.”

Susan, never the one to mince words or assert herself, even at age fifteen, said, “Do you eat pussy too?”

“Oh, ja. I’m told I’m pretty good at it, too.”

She got up, walked over to me, while I was still trying to process what the hell had just happened, knelt down, unzipped my pants and held out my cock to Karl. “Go for it,” she said. “It’s all yours, then I’m next.”

Karl knelt down before me and took a good, close look. “Mmmm, bigger than I’d hoped for.” And with that took my head into my mouth. After some licking around the head and slit, he engulfed my shaft, taking it all in one downward stroke of his head. He put his hands around my waist, feeling my body as he bobbed up and down. I quickly grew to my full eight inches, but that didn’t slow him down. He deep throated it all without gagging in the slightest.

“How long has it been since a man sucked your cock?” Susan whispered in my ears.

I groaned in response. Karl was a very adept cocksucker.

“He looks like he knows what he’s doing. I only hope he’s half as good at eating pussy,” she said as her hands roamed down my chest, tweaking my nipples. That caused me to groan again.

Karl stopped for a moment and signaled me to stand up, which I did. He then pulled my pants and underwear down around my ankles. Then he pushed my cock against my stomach allowing him access to the underside of the shaft, which he began to lick. Up and down its length several times, before moving down and taking my balls in his mouth while he continued to stroke me with his hand. I was in heaven.

I think he sense I was near the point of no return, so he returned to the sucking, and when I exploded, sending gobs of semen down his throat, he swallowed it all.

He stood up and we kissed. I could taste my cum on his lips as I held his hard body.

Susan shed her shorts and panties and sat down on the couch, legs spread. “My turn,” she announced.

Karl broke the kiss and smiled at me. Then he turned to Susan, kneeling before her and burying his face in her almost hairless pussy.

I quickly shed the rest of my clothes and sat next to my sister, playing with her breasts while Karl munched away down below.

She came quickly, bucking and closing her legs tight around Karl’s head, so tight that for a moment I thought she would choke him. Then he kissed her too, deeply.

When they broke the kiss, Susan asked him, “Now which one of us do you want to fuck, or do you want to be fucked?” I was beginning to learn that when it came to sex, Susan had no inhibitions about what telling people what she wanted.

“I like being fucked,” said Karl. “It’s my favorite,” he said looking at me expectantly.

“So, who do you want to fuck you,” said Susan. “You know how big Mike is. I can be bigger or smaller, depending on what you prefer.”

“I’m a größe Königin, do you say size queen?”

“Yes, you do,” said Susan. “I’ll be right back.”

Karl looked at me a bit confused. But I just reached over and started to undress him. I got his pants off and took a moment to examine his cock. It was already hard, the head already poking beyond the foreskin. It wasn’t large, your average six-incher. But it was very shapely, beautiful as cocks go. I was about to take it into my mouth when Susan strutted back into the room, wearing a huge strap-on that she had rescued from the basement. Black silicone, it must have been ten inches long and as thick as my forearm. Karl’s eyes went wide. It was quite a sight to see the diminutive fifteen-year-old girl sporting that massive black cock.