Gloryhole Glenda's Family
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - If you enjoyed the story "Christmas Eve with Gloryhole Glenda", you'll probably like this sequel. A high school brother and sister have to share a bedroom, and share beds with their cousins. Dad is more than happy to show them the family glory holes and Random Romance Room, too.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Swinging Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
“But, Dad, I don’t wanna move away tomorrow! Mickey doesn’t either! Tell him.” I nudged my older sister Michelle’s arm and she agreed. “Yeah, Dad. Why do we gotta move?”
My father explained, “Since your mom and I are divorcing, it makes a lot of financial sense. We’ll share a house with my half-brother, half-sister, and my three cousins.”
My sister protested again, “But I’ll miss my friends! I don’t wanna be lonely all the time!”
Dad replied, “Don’t worry Shelly-belly. You can talk or text with them on your phone, like you already do eighty-three hours a day.” He smiled and she reluctantly chuckled. “Plus, they have six girls and four boys around your age. You can make lots of new friends.”
My sister quickly complained, “So, like thirty people in one house! That’s way too many!”
I corrected my sister’s math, but sympathized, “Hahaha! Fifteen, sis. Hahaha! But ... but Dad, when we move in, there’ll be eighteen people! How big is it? Like a whole hotel?”
Dad said, “We’ll be fine, Robby. It’s only got four bedrooms, but they’re big ones and most of them have two or three beds.”
She freaked out a little. “Only four bedrooms for eighteen people! I gotta share a bedroom with three or four other girls? REALLY!?!?”
“I’m sure you’ll be happy about it by the end of the week. Trust me.”
After moving in, we had a big spaghetti and meatball family dinner together. I was a little surprised everybody drank wine, though it was only noon and just six people in the house were old enough. Once we were done eating, Dad led us to a bathroom in the basement. There were a couple of adjustable height stools, baby wipes, mouthwash, a plastic bucket, and a stack of towels. He pointed to a pair of holes in the wall which were about waist high. “The big rule of the house is, ‘No talking in the basement after supper.’ Make sure and remember, it’s VERY important. No talking down here after supper, EVER. Be as quiet as you can down here.”
He pointed and said, “Those are the family glory holes. Guys go in the closet on the other side of the wall, and stick their penis through a hole. Somebody on this side licks and sucks it ‘til they cum.”
Michelle was horrified. “BLOWJOBS WITH FAMILY!”
Dad explained, “Any girl that does it two nights a week, gets to use the Random Romance room, over there.” He pointed down the hall.
A fraction of a second before my sister did, I exclaimed, “WHAT?”
He smiled and continued, “Before a guy can fuck in the Random Romance room, he has to kiss her pussy well enough for her to want him all the way. If the female wants to screw, she gently pulls the guy’s head toward her face when she’s ready. If not, she gently pushes him away. Or if she just wants a muff munching ‘til she cums, that’s up to her.
“It’s not incest or underage sex, if you don’t know who your partner is. Other than the Basement Helper, nobody sees who does what with who. You can’t see who’s on the other side of the glory holes, and blindfolds are required in the Random Romance room, the one down there, with the pair of beds.”
We were astounded! For the first time in a long time, my sister was speechless. So was I.
“Shelly, tonight you’ll follow the Basement Helper and learn what they need to do. Rob, let’s go watch the game, until it’s our turn for glory holes.”
I was still stunned into silence, but Mickey was finally able to speak. “But, Dad...”
He assured her, “It’s all voluntary. Don’t worry. You don’t need to have sex or blow anybody unless you want to. Most people are eager to take a turn as Basement Helper. When you do, the next night you can pick anybody who goes to the Romance Room and screw them without a blindfold. They have to wear one, and won’t know it’s you.
“For sleeping, everybody here shares a bed with somebody they can legally have sex with. Rob, you’re with your half-cousin Erin, the cute redhead you were staring at earlier. She’s two years younger, only fourteen, but I heard she has a major crush on you.” I smiled and anticipated a sexy night with such a little hottie.
“Shelly will sleep with your second-cousin Jeremy. They’re both seventeen.” She smiled from ear to ear, until he added, “Your beds are on opposite sides, in the first bedroom on the left. The other bed in there is empty, for now.”
We simultaneously complained, “We’re in the same room!”
“If you don’t touch each other, there’s nothing wrong with listening or peeking. You’ll probably meet at a gloryhole or in a Random Romance bed before long, anyway.” He seemed quite amused, but Shelly was horrified. Her jaw dropped open, but she couldn’t speak.
I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it. The thought grossed me out a bit, but the naughtiness of sticking my dick in my older sister, or even better yet, my hot little half-cousin...
When the game was done, Dad reminded me, “Don’t even think about making a sound in the basement, Rob. It’s very important that nobody knows who does what to who, except the Basement Helper. The silence and mystery makes it kind of hot, too.”
He guided me down the concrete steps into the cool, dim air of the basement, where the Basement Helper, somebody wearing a hooded pink robe and a clown mask, silently led us to the gloryhole closet. The space was tight, and heavy with sexual secrets that seemed to pulse through the air.
We stepped up to the wall and Dad unzipped. He motioned for me to do the same. Without a word, we pulled down our pants and underwear, the cool air hitting my skin before I stepped forward and slid my cock through the rough-cut aperture in the drywall. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but the sound of our own breathing, and then, a wet, sliding sound echoed from the other side. Suddenly, a pair of warm, eager lips clamped around the head of my dick, the suction so sudden and intense it nearly knocked the wind out of me.
I gasped, but caught myself, remembering the rule. No talking, no noise. The anonymous mouth on the other side didn’t care who I was; it only cared about the meat. A tongue, rough and hungry, licked up the shaft, swirling around the crown with a rhythmic, sloppy precision. I could hear the wet slap of skin hitting skin from the other side of the wall, the sounds of someone, a cousin? an aunt? my sister? completely losing themselves in the act. The suction intensified, a vacuum of heat that pulled the blood rushing into my cock until it felt like it was going to burst.
The mouth worked on me with a desperate, unbridled lust, swirling and sucking deep, taking me in until my hips were pressed hard against the drywall. I felt the flick of a tongue against my frenulum, over and over, a calculated torture that drove me toward the edge. Beside me, Dad was breathing heavy, his body tense. The person blowing me moaned slightly, violating the rules, but I couldn’t tell who it was. A low, guttural, female pleasure sound that vibrated through the wall. They were enjoying me as much as I was enjoying the mindless, raw sensation of being drained.
I felt my toes curl on the cold concrete, my mind blurring into a haze of pure friction and wetness. The mouth grew more aggressive, sucking harder, pulling more of me in, swirling around the base with a greedy hunger. I wanted to scream, to ask who the hell was doing this to me, but the silence rule was absolute. All that existed was the wet, sliding friction of a stranger’s throat and the mounting pressure in my balls that felt like a ticking bomb.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take another second of the intensity, the suction peaked. I let out a silent, shaking breath, my muscles locking as I finally erupted, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep into the throat of the anonymous partner. They didn’t pull away; they swallowed every drop, the sound of deep, wet gulps echoing through the wall until they finally slid away, leaving me shivering and breathless in the silence. Somebody was still harvesting sperm from Dad, but I walked upstairs.
When the movie in the living room ended, credits rolled in a blur of static, the smell of buttered popcorn and the lingering tension of eighteen people pretending they weren’t thinking about what happened in the basement. My skin felt tight, still humming from the ghost of that anonymous mouth, while the air around me felt thick with the unspoken hunger of the house. I caught Michelle glancing at me, a weird, knowing look that made my stomach flip, before we all trudged toward the bedrooms in a choreographed silence. Did I fuck her mouth an hour ago? Did somebody else?
Two steps. That was the distance between the edge of my mattress and the edge of Jeremy’s. We were packed in like sardines in a luxury dorm, the air heavy with the scent of laundry detergent and pheromones. I slid under the covers, my shoulder brushing against Erin’s. She was a small, lithe thing, her red hair splayed across the pillow like a spilled bottle of ink. She didn’t look at me; she just stared up at the ceiling, her chest heaving in a slow, rhythmic cadence that felt far too deliberate.
“Four!” she quietly said, her voice a jagged sliver of frustration. “Four dicks, four different guys, four different tastes.” She shifted, the fabric of her nightgown sliding against the sheets with a dry hiss. “I had to eat four loads of cum tonight!
I asked, “So you’re probably pretty horny, right?”
“Eeew! If I taste or smell another cock tonight, I’ll throw up!”
“Sorry.”
“Just hold me and give me a kiss? Please?”
A disturbing thought swirled in my mind. She gave four blowjobs? Four doses of sperm in her mouth? And she wants to KISS ME? “Sorry tonight sucked for you...”
Jeremy chuckled and interrupted, “No, she sucked for them! Hahaha!”
I continued, “How about we just hold hands and cuddle?”
She sighed. “Huff! Don’t worry, I brushed my teeth.”
I leaned in to kiss Erin, but wondered if her mouth still tasted like old milk or something salty. I didn’t want to taste other dudes’ cum! I leaned in and she licked my lips, then my tongue. My eyes popped open. She actually tasted like mint. I breathed out a sigh of relief and kissed her for real, feeling her soft breath against my face.
“You’re beautiful! Thanks for brushing,” I whispered, pulling her closer.
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