Chapter 18: All Aboard

Thursday night, our living room looked like a luggage explosion. Four large duffel bags, two backpacks, toiletry cases, and Emma’s overstuffed pillow all crowded the floor space. We were leaving tomorrow morning for four days in the mountains, and despite knowing we probably wouldn’t wear half of what we packed, the ritual of preparation felt important.

“Did you pack sunscreen?” Mom asked Dad for the third time.

“Yes, Dolores. Plenty of lube, too, and the boner pills. All the chargers and extra socks.”

“Just checking.” Mom was nervous — we all were. This retreat represented something monumental, the culmination of everything we’d discovered this summer.

Emma sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through her phone. “A few people are posting about it online. Not specifics, but like ... cryptic excitement. ‘See you in the mountains,’ that kind of thing.”

“How many people are going?” I asked.

“Jessica said at least three hundred. Maybe more.” Emma looked up, eyes bright. “This is huge, isn’t it? Like, the biggest Blackwood event ever.”

Dad settled into his armchair. “Sounds like they’ve been planning it since the last one. Patricia said it’s meant to be a showcase — showing everyone what they’ve built, what the community can become.”

“Yeah, and attracting all the hostile attention along the way,” Mom said, her tone carefully neutral.

“You’re talking about Lauren,” I confirmed. “I know it’s awkward, but—”

“Well, maybe it’s a chance to prove what we have,” Emma interrupted. “She made mistakes, but it seems like she’s trying. At least she says she is.”

Mom smiled at her youngest daughter. “Oh sweetie ... how are you so forgiving?”

“I forgave you guys pretty fast, didn’t I?” she grinned.

We talked for another hour—discussing logistics, reviewing what to expect, sharing excitement and nervousness in equal measure. Around ten, Dad stood and stretched.

“Alright, everyone to bed. We need to be up early, and tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

“No departure sex?” Emma asked with mock disappointment.

“Save it for the retreat,” Mom said, laughing. “Trust me, there’ll be plenty of opportunities there.”

We hugged goodnight — long, tight hugs of excited anticipation that conveyed more than words. Then everyone headed to their rooms. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, mind racing with anticipation and lingering concerns about Lauren, about what we’d find in the mountains, about how everything was about to change.

Eventually, exhaustion won and I fell asleep.

I woke gradually, awareness returning in stages. First, warmth—the sensation of being covered, comfortable. Then movement—something shifting near my legs. Finally, wetness and pressure that made my eyes fly open.

The early morning light filtered through my curtains in soft gray tones, dawn just beginning. I looked down the length of my body to see Mom and Emma on either side of me under the covers, both completely naked, both focused intently on my morning erection.

Emma noticed I was awake first. She pulled off my cock with a wet pop, her smile wicked and delighted. “Mornin’, bro,”

“We couldn’t help ourselves,” Mom added, her tongue tracing a long line up my shaft from base to tip. “One last chance to have you all to ourselves.”

I groaned, my head falling back against the pillow. “You two are going to kill me.”

“But what a way to go,” Mom murmured, taking me into her mouth completely.

My hands found both their heads automatically, fingers tangling in their hair — Mom’s shorter and styled even this early, Emma’s longer and sleep-messed. The contrast was perfect, just like everything about them.

They’d clearly been at this for a few minutes before I woke — I was fully hard, the head of my cock glistening with their saliva, my sheets already pushed down to my ankles. Had they snuck in together, or separately?

“You guys planned this, or —?” I started to ask.

“Shh,” Emma said, kissing down my inner thigh. “No questions. Just enjoy.”

Mom released my cock from her mouth and sat back slightly, both women kneeling on either side of my hips. She gently tugged my spit-soaked cock up and down, smiling warmly at me. The position gave me a perfect view of their bodies in the morning light — Mom’s fuller curves, her breasts swaying slightly as she moved, her nipples hard in the cool morning air. Emma’s leaner frame, her smaller breasts perfect and pert, the light catching the soft curve of her hip.

“I’ve been wanting to do this forever,” Mom said, her hand wrapping around my shaft and stroking slowly. “Start your day off right. Your whole weekend.”

“I can’t believe we’re about to spend four days in the mountains with hundreds of people,” Emma added, her hand joining Mom’s, both of them stroking me together. “My heart starts pounding when I think about it.”

Their coordinated touch was incredible — four hands working different parts of my anatomy. Mom’s left hand stroking my shaft while her right cupped my balls. Emma’s hands focused on the head of my cock, her thumbs rubbing that sensitive spot just under the crown.

“God, never in a million fucking years...” I gasped, still blown away by the new family sexual dynamic.

“Practice makes perfect,” Emma said with a grin, then leaned down to take me in her mouth again.

Her technique had improved dramatically over the summer. She took me deep, her throat relaxing to accept my length, holding me there for several seconds before pulling back slowly, her tongue working the underside of my shaft the whole way.

When she pulled off, Mom immediately replaced her, demonstrating the expertise of decades more practice. She deepthroated me effortlessly, her nose pressing against my pelvis, her throat contracting around me in ways that made stars burst behind my eyes.

They established a rhythm — trading off, each taking me deep before passing to the other, never leaving me without sensation. While one sucked, the other used her mouth elsewhere — licking my balls, kissing my inner thighs, occasionally meeting in the middle to make out around my cock.

“God you guys are a hot sight,” I managed. “The way you work together.”

“We’re all learning about each other,” Mom said, pulling back to speak. “What you like. What Emma likes. What I need.”

Emma nodded. “A whole new love language, huh?”

To demonstrate, they moved in perfect synchronization — both licking up opposite sides of my shaft simultaneously, their tongues meeting at the top before swirling around the head together. The visual was overwhelming, two tongues working in tandem, their eyes looking up at me with love and lust in equal measure.

“Can I try something?” Emma asked Mom.

“Of course, baby.”

Emma positioned herself centrally between my legs, pushing them slightly apart, and took my cock deep in her mouth while simultaneously reaching lower. Her fingers found my perineum, pressing gently, then sliding even lower to circle my asshole.

I tensed automatically, but Mom’s hand on my thigh was reassuring. “Relax,” she murmured. “Trust your sister.”

Emma’s finger pressed gently against my asshole, not penetrating but applying pressure, and the combination of sensations—her mouth on my cock, her finger teasing—sent shockwaves through my entire body.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.

“Good?” Emma asked, pulling off briefly.

“So good. Don’t stop.”

She continued, alternating between deep sucking and gentle anal stimulation, while Mom rubbed her back and ass and then moved up my body to kiss me. I tasted my pre-cum on her lips, tasted the morning breath and intimacy, and kissed her deeper.

“I’m so proud of you,” Mom whispered against my mouth. “Everything you’ve done this summer. The way you’ve brought this family together. How you’ve handled Lauren, handled all the complications.”

“I had help.”

“But you led. You made the hard choices.” She kissed me again. “Today’s going to be challenging. Lauren’s going to struggle. There will be moments of doubt. But I want you to know — we believe in you.”

The emotional weight of her words combined with the physical sensations pushed me closer to the edge. But they could sense it, could read my breathing and muscle tension, and they deliberately slowed down.

“Not yet,” Mom said. “We want to make this last.”

They returned to their positions — Mom shifting back down to my right side, Emma to my left, both of them lying on the bed facing each other with my cock between them. They kissed around my shaft, their lips meeting, tongues visible as they licked and sucked simultaneously.

“You two are so beautiful together,” I said, watching them. “My mother ... my sister ... no shame, just love.”

“Just love,” Mom agreed, then took one of my balls into her mouth gently while Emma sucked the other.

The dual sensation was intense but manageable, keeping me hovering right at the edge without pushing me over. They knew exactly what they were doing — building me up, backing off, building again, training my body to last longer, to appreciate the journey as much as the destination.

After several minutes of this exquisite torture, Emma released my ball and looked up at me with mischievous eyes. “Ethan, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“At the retreat, when there are hundreds of people and infinite possibilities ... are you going to forget about us?” She fluttered her eye-lashes cutely. Was that what this was about? Some morning sex to just reaffirm a touch of possessiveness?

The question caught me off-guard. “What? No. Never.”

“Promise?” Her voice was small, vulnerable. “Promise you’ll still see us as special, not just another option among many?”

I sat up slightly, serious now, my hands finding both their faces. “Listen to me. Both of you. You’re not options. You’re not choices among many. You’re my family. You’re the foundation everything else is built on. I could fuck a hundred people at that retreat and none of them would matter the way you do.”

Tears formed in Emma’s eyes. “Oh, Ethan...”

“Me too,” Mom admitted. “I’ve been nervous about this — about sharing our love with so many others, about whether what we have will get diluted.”

“It won’t,” I promised. “What we have is the best thing that’s ever happened in my life. Nothing at that retreat changes that.”

Emma launched herself at me, kissing me hard, and Mom joined from the other side. The three of us tangled together, kissing and touching, the blowjob temporarily forgotten in favor of emotional connection.

When we finally separated, Emma’s expression had shifted back to playful. “Okay. Now we’re going to make you cum so hard you’ll remember this moment every time you’re with someone else.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“It’s a promise.”

They repositioned — both kneeling beside me again, taking turns with my cock but more deliberately now. Mom would deepthroat me for ten seconds, then Emma for ten, back and forth, building a rhythm that was relentless.

While one sucked, the other provided commentary and encouragement:

“That’s it, Mom, take him all the way —”

“Your turn, baby, show him that young throat —”

“Look how hard he is for us —”

“He’s getting close, I can feel his balls tightening —”

My hands gripped the sheets, my hips starting to thrust involuntarily despite trying to stay still. Every muscle in my body was tensing, the orgasm building from my toes up, inevitable and approaching fast.

“I’m close,” I warned. “Really close —”

“Where do you want it?” Mom asked, her hand stroking me rapidly.

“On both of you. I want to see it.”

They pulled back immediately, positioning themselves kneeling side by side at the base of the bed, their faces tilted up, mouths open, tongues out, waiting. This was happening more and more recently — I think the whole family was a big fan of facials, even with all the potential cleanup.

I balanced myself up on the bed and stroked myself frantically, looking down at the two most important women in my life waiting for my release.

“Soak us, bro,” Emma said.

“Give us that cum,” Mom added.

Those words pushed me over. My orgasm hit like a freight train, explosive and overwhelming. The first rope of cum shot across Mom’s right cheek. The second caught Emma across her forehead. Third hit Mom’s nose and upper lip. Fourth painted Emma’s chin and neck. They flinched and giggled.

I kept cumming — more than usual, drenching them both. By the time I finished, their faces were streaked with white, cum dripping down to their necks and chests. Mom wiped some out away from a closed eye, laughing softly.

Then they didn’t move to clean up immediately. Instead, they turned to each other and kissed — deeply, passionately, smearing their faces against each other. Their tongues were visible, licking cum from each other’s faces, swallowing some, spreading more.

When they finally separated, both were smiling, sated, and a total mess.

“Well, I guess showers are in order,” Mom tutted.

“What, that didn’t count?” Emma joked.

I collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent, and they climbed up to cuddle on either side of me. We lay there for several minutes in sticky, satisfied silence.

“Seriously. We should shower,” Mom finally said. “Dad’s already started breakfast, and we need to leave by 10:30.”

“Five more minutes,” Emma pleaded, burrowing closer to me.

“Two more minutes,” Mom scolded.

We stayed tangled together, savoring the intimacy, the certainty of family love, the knowledge that whatever happened at the retreat, this bond was unbreakable.

Eventually, we did shower — separately, because together would have led to more delays. By the time I came downstairs, dressed and packed, the smell of pancakes filled the house and my family was gathered around the table, ready to face whatever the day would bring.

Dad had put in some actual effort with breakfast: pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, orange juice and coffee. We gathered around the table like it was a holiday, the specialness of the moment not lost on any of us.

“Nervous?” Dad asked as he started serving us up.

“Terrified,” I admitted. “Excited. All of it mixed together.”

“Makes sense,” Mom assured me. “We’re all feeling it. This is the biggest thing Blackwood’s done. We’re going to need a whole lot of energy, so better carbo-load.”

“Mmmmph, I’m gonna stuff myself,” Emma was already piling a plate. “Thanks, Dad. You’re the best!”