Chapter 1: Thanksgiving Traditions

For as long as I can remember my parents and I have spent Thanksgiving together with my dad’s side of the family and Christmas with my mom’s side. One advantage of having such a tradition is that it avoided those nasty family conflicts where people get upset thinking one family was getting more attention than the other. Usually these were rather boring affairs but nowadays the potential was there for more “interesting” things.

My first time being involved in incest was when I was sixteen. Given I’d lost my virginity a couple of years earlier it wasn’t like I wasn’t already sexually active. It’s sort of interesting as while my family had always been pretty relaxed about such things as nudity and masturbation, incest was actually the last thing on my mind. Sure I was aware my dad enjoyed watching me when I played with myself and sometimes he would even sport an erection while we were in the hot tub together. After all, he might be my dad but he was still a man so those sort of things happen. The thought that he might actually want to DO anything with me, or the very concept of having sex with my parents, never even crossed my mind. Since my parents didn’t make sex a taboo subject, I just assumed that he was reacting no differently than any man would around any sexy teenage girl. It didn’t mean he wanted to fuck me though.

Well, all that changed when I witnessed my parents having sex for the first time from my window overlooking the hot tub. Although they didn’t mind me seeing them masturbate, actual sex was always something they kept private between the two of them and now I realized why. As I watched them I thought about how I could please my father the way my mom did and about how close it could bring us together. No, not in some perverted way where I was his lover or something ridiculous like that; but as a normal father and daughter. Once we started I never looked back and over the past few years my dad and I have developed a wonderful new relationship. Of course my mom has given her stamp of approval and we sometimes get together as well, but only rarely. It’s my dad I want to please the most and he’s the one who seems to need it more than my mom. Yes, my mom WANTS it but I know my dad NEEDS it.

At first my incestual experiences were restricted to my mom’s side of the family which included her younger sister, my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi. Actually, it made sense given my mom’s history with her sister and father. Then last summer it seemed things turned around with my dad’s side of the family all at once. First there was my little cousin Tammy, who I taught to have fun on the Internet and then how to have fun with another girl - namely me (long story). Exactly one week later my dad convinced me to do it with his younger brother, my Uncle Jim (even longer story). Suddenly it was like the flood gates had opened as just two days later, my seventeen year-old cousin Rick fucked me (yet another long story!). Thus I went from “abstinence” to being with three members of my dad’s side of the family in the course of less than two weeks!

Another thing about my parents - they take their marriage vows VERY seriously. To them adultery is a violation of the Ten Commandments, not to be done under ANY circumstances, even with your spouse’s “permission”. Of course, sex within your own family is NOT cheating. Thus my dad has sex with my Aunt Linda and Kristi at times, especially when I’m not around, which isn’t adultery and technically isn’t incest either as they are not directly related to him. While this works out great for my dad, my Aunt Linda is divorced and has no sons meaning there was nobody for my mom in our family other than my dad. Of course, she loves him totally and he satisfies her sexually, but I’m sure she wouldn’t have minded a little diversity back then.

With that said, it’s easy to understand why once I broke the ice with my uncle and cousin, it was only natural that my mom join in as well. She already had history as a teenager with Uncle Jim so it wasn’t much of stretch so far as he went. What WAS interesting, at least to me, was her and my cousin Rick. She jokes about it, calling it her “Mrs. Robinson” syndrome. Only one thing sort of bugs me - Rick likes doing my mom more than me! Guess it must be some “older woman” fantasy or something for him.

Needless to say, my dad was just as happy as I was to see me home again from college for Fall Break. At least, he hadn’t wasted any time showing me how much he missed me. Let’s just say the erection poking through his shorts when I walked in the door was a clue. There was one thing I could count on from my dad when I was home - my traditional morning wakeup call. There was no alarm clock involved, but rather an alarm COCK. A long time ago we had started our little “tradition” to now where it seemed if I didn’t get fucked first thing in the morning I walked around wanting it for the rest of the day!