Aquapolis
Copyright© 2025 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 3: Meeting of the Groins
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3: Meeting of the Groins - A contemporary suburban family in an imagined city in an imagined country in North America. It's an environment created by a divergent alternative timeline. Inside the home are parents Sally and Gene of twin teens Lisa and Marc, who are struggling with their high school social lives and a shocking discovery by Sally. Is a sexual solution the right choice?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction School Alternate History Incest Brother Sister Anal Sex First Flatulence Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Size Illustrated
In the morning, Gene and I talked, agreeing to call a family meeting after dinner. I asked him to take the lead.
“I’m feeling too emotional to discuss this situation without becoming angry and lashing out at them. They will stop listening if I just scream at them.”
“What makes you think that I’m not angry?” He growled.
“Angry, yes. Screaming, no. I remember when...”
“Stop. I don’t need to be wound up any futher right now. We will, I guess, I will speak to them tonight. Today, don’t let the pussy out of the bag.”
A little humor helped me stay settled. When the kids returned in the late afternoon, I followed them into the shower again but chased them out instead of leaving them alone to misbehave together.
While we were eating dinner, Marc was uncharacteristically chatty, while I stayed unusually quiet, earning a few concerned looks from my daughter. After dessert, Gene asked the two of them to stay seated. They noted the almost, but not quite, scowl on his face and complied without hesitation.
“I’m going to ask a question, but I don’t expect an answer. Not yet. You two are in the shower together, with Lisa on the bench and Marc standing in front of her, supposedly to wash her hair. What happens next?
“Yeah, I thought so; your guilty faces tell me everything. At least you two didn’t lie to me. Now you can talk. How long has this ... no, first, tell me if you have gone beyond blowjobs, Lisa?”
“Uh...”
As I expected, a tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. Gene’s hand held mine to reassure me.
“Answer me!”
“Dad, our hands have been on each other’s, uh, stuff. He hasn’t...”
“Fucked you?” Gene cut through Lisa’s hesitation.
“No.”
“Even though you’re on birth control?”
Marc interrupted, saying, “No, we haven’t been, uh, fucking.” I think he didn’t like Lisa being the focus of his father’s anger.
“Why not? Either of you.”
“It just seemed like a big step,” Marc replied.
Lisa added, “He’s, uh, big ... I was afraid.”
Gene pushed her. “You have a basis of comparison? How many...”
Now, I interrupted my husband, “She doesn’t have...”
“You’re right, honey, I’m sorry, Lisa.”
She collected herself and answered anyway. “Two, Daddy, you know who. Uh, sorry, Mom.”
“Don’t apologize to me; I’m just glad you told your dad. Does Marc know?”
“Know what? What are you ... oh, hell. You mean Alberto?” Marc erupted, jumping to his feet and threatening mayhem and murder by cutting of Alberto’s dick and then his head. It took a while for Gene to calm him down. He told Marc some new information.
“I checked up on Alberto; he’s already in the Sonora Cárcel awaiting sentencing. He’s facing at least fifteen up to thirty-five years in the penitentiary.”
“Lisa! You didn’t tell me what happened to you!”
“Marcus, he didn’t hurt me, not physically. He threatened me, and he trashed my reputation at school; that is, he tried to, but my good friends stuck up for me, and nobody believed him. I count myself lucky.”
And yet, her eyes were wet with unshed tears, and her shoulders showed tremendous tension.
“After my school found out, they expelled him and paid for counseling,” Lisa added, “and that is helping me.”
“With all deference to Lisa, we’re getting derailed. Marc, you discovered her crying, didn’t you? Yeah. You got in the habit of cuddling together for comfort, but she didn’t tell you WHY she was upset. Not for a while, which is why Marc isn’t in the Sonora Cárcel for defending your honor, I guess.”
Gene’s cold and accusatory tone had lightened up, but I decided to be more active.
“At Marc’s age, he can become erect in almost any circumstance. Marc might want to pretend otherwise, but this is a fact everyone knows. There’s not much time before he begins to react physically to hugging his gorgeous sister. With me so far?”
I saw some head nods and plowed ahead.
“At some point all that closeness between you two became more intimate. You began touching each other and getting hotter and hotter. Eventually, well ... I’ll skip to the end. Blowjobs.”
Both their faces were bright red. Unconsciously, both of them shifted on their chairs, one from sitting in a swamp, the other from being bound up in his clothing. Of this, I was certain, and I sneaked a glance at my husband, who responded with a quick grin and took over the conversation again.
“You both have to understand that this activity must stop. Today.”
Gene gave hard stares to both of them, then continued.
“From now on, you are not allowed in the shower alone together or be together in either of your bedrooms. If we catch you together, consequences will be swift and severe. Don’t test us!
“Now,” he continued, “Sally is right about Marc and his erections. I know you think it was long ago when I was young, but I had lots of hard-ons while I rode my dinosaur to work. But, Marc, if you need relief, you’ll have to go to Sally for...”
My husband was interrupted with three shouts of angry disbelief. “I’m serious! Sally gives fantastic blowjobs...”
He let us continue venting for a bit, then held up his hands. “Marc, seriously, you need a girlfriend, not a family member. There’s a whole high school full of girls looking for tall, dark, horny, and hung. According to your sister, that’s you.
“Lisa, I understand you’ve had some really bad luck.” Gene was using his special voice; I called it “buttery.” “But MOST guys are not abusers, and the ones who think women exist to serve them are easy to spot when you know what to look for. If they are willing to meet your family, that’s an obvious indication.”
“But girls aren’t attracted to me,” moped my son. I decided it was my turn.
“What is your evidence for this? Lisa and I think you’re hot. Do I need to blow you too just to prove it?”
“Mom!”
“Look. Suppose, and this is hypothetical, Lisa fixes you up with one of her teammates. Lisa, are there any Annies on your team? OK, you are taking Hypothetical Annie out for dinner and a movie. Annie wants to know you better, so she asks questions. What movie are we seeing? You tell her, ‘Alien Infestations, Part III.’ Annie is a good sport; she doesn’t show her displeasure. She asks, what are you into? What do you do for fun? You answer with video war games? action figures? Oh, dear. Annie’s face shows you she’s losing interest by the second. Urgently, you try something else. ‘I like blowjobs,’ you tell her. The date ends early, and you watch infesting aliens by yourself.”
Marc was long past sheepish now. Disheartened would fit better.
Gene looked at him and spoke softly. “Marc, you’re in a rut, and you need to be more well-rounded and interesting. Hypothetical Annie was on the basketball team. Wouldn’t that be something to talk about? You could discuss free throws, three-point shots, bad calls, lots of things. She might snipe at Lisa for hogging the ball.”
“HEY!”
“Shut up, Lisa. Ask Annie what SHE is interested in. Don’t get into arguments; be respectful.”
“Dad, I get all tied up inside and hesitate.”
“Your mother and sister will help you, with role-playing and counseling, not with blowjobs. I married Sally because I went home smiling after every date, even before seeing her naked body.”
“Aww.” I couldn’t help reacting.
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