Ethan's Nieces
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Chapter 21: Exercise and Initiation
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 21: Exercise and Initiation - A young man comes home from his first year of college to find that his family's changed... a lot. As the summer progresses, he gets a strange summer job and faces some big fears with the support of his parents and siblings. Note: has quite a lot of partner-sharing (swinging). Not an exclusive harem story.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Sharing Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent InLaws Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex Small Breasts Nudism AI Generated
We didn’t last the whole night. The chill mountain air finally pierced the haze of warm firepits and body heat, and one by one, people began returning to whatever beds called to them. Maya pulled me back to her cabin an hour or two past midnight, and with the relief at not being stuck in one of the bunk beds back at mine, I was happy to rinse off together and fall asleep, cuddling in her queen bed.
I woke to sunlight streaming through windows and Maya’s warm body pressed against mine. The clock read 8:47 AM — we’d gotten maybe six hours of sleep, and I felt surprisingly refreshed.
Maya stirred, her hand sliding down my stomach to find my morning erection. “Good morning,” she murmured, stroking me lazily.
“Good morning,” I replied, kissing her neck.
“Bathroom first,” she said reluctantly, climbing out of bed. “Then we can properly wake up.”
I used the bathroom with her, sharing a notable intimacy in our burgeoning relationship, and she offered me the use of her toothbrush, and after scrubbing the morning breath out of my mouth I went to start some coffee.
When I returned, Maya was still naked, stretching on the bed like a cat. “I want to go on a hike later,” she said. “There are trails that go up higher into the mountains. Jessica and Tom were talking about it at dinner. Want to come?”
“Absolutely. When?”
“After breakfast, maybe around eleven? That gives us time to shower, eat, maybe some yoga and still have most of the day.”
I climbed back into bed and Maya immediately molded herself against me, her leg sliding between mine, her breasts pressed against my chest. We just breathed together for a moment, syncing our rhythms, enjoying the simple pleasure of skin contact.
“I love mornings with you,” Maya whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my collarbone. “No pressure, no performance. Just us.”
“Just us,” I agreed, my hand sliding down her spine to cup her ass, pulling her closer.
We kissed slowly — deep, exploratory kisses that weren’t trying to lead anywhere specific, just savoring the taste and feel of each other. Maya’s tongue slid against mine with languid strokes, her hand coming up to cradle my jaw, tilting my head to deepen the angle.
My cock hardened against her stomach, inevitable given the contact, but neither of us rushed toward it. Instead, I let my hands wander — tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her lower back, the soft swell of her hips. She was lean and athletic but had these pockets of softness that I loved discovering.
Maya rolled onto her back, pulling me partially on top of her, and I kissed down her neck to her collarbone, taking my time. Her pulse fluttered beneath my lips, her breathing deepening as I continued lower.
“Your breasts are perfect,” I murmured, cupping one while my mouth found the other. I circled her nipple with my tongue, felt it harden against me, then sucked gently while my thumb worked the other one.
“Mmm,” Maya hummed, her fingers tangling in my hair. “That feels so good.”
I spent several minutes just worshipping her chest — kissing, licking, sucking, occasionally grazing her nipples with my teeth just enough to make her gasp. Her back arched slightly, pressing herself more firmly into my mouth, and I could feel her arousal building in the way her breathing changed.
My hand slid down her stomach, fingers trailing through the neat patch of hair above her pussy before dipping lower. She was already wet, her pussy lips slick and swollen, and I groaned against her breast.
“You’re so ready,” I said.
“I woke up thinking about last night,” Maya admitted. “About being with you and Katherine and Vivian. Got myself worked up.”
I circled her clit with gentle pressure, and her hips lifted slightly off the bed. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that. Don’t stop.”
I continued the circular motion, varying the pressure based on her responses, while my mouth returned to her breasts. Maya’s hands roamed my body too — one in my hair, the other sliding down to stroke my cock with lazy, irregular touches.
“I want to taste you,” I said, starting to move lower.
“Not yet,” Maya stopped me. “Just stay here. Keep touching me like this. I want to come from your hand while we kiss.”
I moved back up to her mouth, kissing her deeply while my fingers worked her clit with increasing confidence. I knew her body well by now — knew that she liked consistent pressure rather than too much variation, knew that she’d tell me when she needed more or less.
Her free hand gripped my shoulder, nails digging in slightly as her pleasure built. Her breathing became ragged against my mouth, little gasps and moans escaping between kisses.
“Close,” she warned. “Don’t change anything —”
I maintained the exact rhythm and pressure, kissing her through it, and felt her body tense and then release. Her pussy clenched rhythmically against my hand, her whole body shuddering, a long moan escaping into my mouth.
I slowed my touches gradually, easing her down from the peak, gentle strokes replacing the firmer pressure. When she finally relaxed completely, I kissed her forehead.
“Beautiful,” I said.
“Your turn.” Maya pushed me onto my back and straddled my thighs, her hand wrapping around my cock. She stroked me slowly, her other hand playing with my balls, and I groaned at the sensation.
“I could do this all morning,” she said, watching my face. “Just touching you, watching you respond.”
“I might not last all morning.”
“That’s okay. We have all day to recover and do it again.”
She leaned down and took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she sank lower, taking me deep. The wet heat of her mouth combined with the sight of her — naked, hair messy from sleep and sex, completely focused on my pleasure — pushed me rapidly toward the edge.
“Maya, I’m going to —”
She pulled off just enough to say “In my mouth,” then took me deep again, and I came with a groan, pulsing into her throat. She swallowed everything, continuing to suck gently until I was completely spent, then crawled up to hug and kiss me, soft touches across my lingering goosebumps.
We lay tangled together for another few minutes, touching idly, neither ready to leave the bed just yet.
“Okay,” Maya finally said. “Now off to the showers. But this was perfect.”
“Perfect,” I agreed.
The Bath Facility was a large building near the hot springs, designed for lazy and shared morning ablutions. Inside, it was co-ed and completely open — shower heads lined the walls with no stalls, no privacy. Twenty or so people were already there, men and women of all ages washing themselves and each other without self-consciousness.
Emma was there with Jessica, both naked and wet, Emma shampooing Jessica’s hair while Jessica leaned back into her touch.
“Morning, bro,” Emma called, grinning. “Sleep well?”
“Very well. You?”
“Slept outside most of the night. Dad finally dragged me back to the cabin around four.” She rinsed Jessica’s hair. “This place is amazing. I never want to leave.”
Maya and I claimed shower heads next to them. The water was hot and plentiful, the pressure perfect. I washed quickly while Maya took her time, and I found myself watching the room.
An older woman was washing a young man’s back with obvious affection — mother and son, maybe, or aunt and nephew. A family of four — two parents, two teenagers — were soaping each other up, hands roaming freely. The Thorntons were there, Mr. Thornton’s aged body still showing vitality as his wife washed his cock with clinical efficiency.
“Ethan,” Jessica said, moving closer. “Can you wash my back?”
I obliged, soaping up my hands and working her shoulders, her spine, the curve of her lower back. She hummed with pleasure.
“Lower,” she requested.
I washed her ass, my hands slipping between her cheeks, and she pressed back against me. My cock, already hard from getting to explore my older sister, pressed against her.
“Shower sex?” Maya suggested, moving behind me and reaching around to stroke my cock.
“Yes please,” Jessica breathed.
Emma laughed and moved to Jessica’s front, kissing her while I positioned myself behind Jessica. I pushed inside her pussy from behind, the warm water cascading over all of us, and she moaned into Emma’s mouth.
“God, you feel good,” Jessica gasped between kisses with my sister.
Some of the families nearby let out appreciative sounds, and a nearby father gave me the thumbs-up.
Maya pressed against my back, her hands roaming my chest and stomach, occasionally reaching down to grope the base of my cock while I thrust into Jessica. The four of us moved together under the spray — me fucking Jessica, Emma kissing and touching Jessica from the front, Maya providing sensation from behind me.
Jessica’s pussy was hot and tight, gripping me with each stroke. Her hands were on Emma’s breasts, squeezing and playing while they made out, and the visual of my sisters playing with each other while I fucked one of them was incredibly arousing.
“Oh God, God, please can we switch?” Emma said after a few minutes, and Jessica reluctantly let me pull out.
Emma turned and braced herself against the shower wall, looking back at me over her shoulder with a wicked grin. “My turn, big brother.”
I pushed into Emma’s familiar pussy, both of us groaning at the connection. Maya moved to Emma’s front now, kissing her, one hand between Emma’s legs to play with her clit while I fucked her from behind.
Jessica was masturbating beside us, her hand working her own pussy while she watched, clearly enjoying the show of brother-sister sex. I hadn’t quite gotten her there yet, but she was steadily working her way to the finish line on her own. I leaned over and gave her a kiss of encouragement.
“Fuck me harder,” Emma demanded. “Show them all how you fuck your little sister.”
I gripped her hips and increased my pace, the slap of wet skin echoing in the shower room. Emma’s moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around me rhythmically. Most everyone in the showers were watching us go at it.
“This is so hot,” Jessica breathed, still masturbating. “Getting to fuck each other in front of everyone, G-god ... I’m almost ... there.”
Emma came with a cry, her whole body tensing, and I had to slow down to avoid following her over the edge. Jessica groped at the wall, keeping her balance as she finally came next to us as well, shaking and shivering. I pulled out of Emma tenderly, kissing her shoulder, my cock throbbing with need.
“My turn now,” Maya said, positioning herself bent over like Emma had been. “This is like Pop Goes the Weasel, no-one knows who’s going to get the cum!”
I entered Maya’s pussy, the sensation different from Jessica and Emma — she was wetter, her internal muscles working my cock with practiced skill. Emma and Jessica flanked her, each kissing one of Maya’s shoulders, their hands roaming her body.
“You’re all so beautiful,” I managed, watching three gorgeous women attend to each other while I fucked Maya.
“And you’re all ours,” Maya replied, pushing back against my thrusts. “Our Ethan, shared between us, making us all feel good. I want you to cum, don’t hold back.” She’d already gotten hers this morning in bed, I guess.
I fucked Maya with steady rhythm, knowing I was close, still trying to make it last a bit despite her assurances. Her pussy felt incredible, gripping me perfectly, and the sight of Emma and Jessica touching her breasts and kissing her neck was almost too much.
“I ... fuck! This is it ... This is —” I warned.
Maya immediately pulled off me and dropped to her knees. Emma and Jessica joined her, all three women kneeling in a row, faces tilted up, mouths open, waiting.
“Do it, it’s okay,” gasped Maya.
I stroked myself frantically, looking down at the three women I’d just fucked — my younger sister, my older sister, my lover and friend — all waiting to receive my release.
My orgasm hit hard. The first rope of cum shot across Emma’s face, painting her cheek and nose. The second caught Jessica across her lips and chin. The third and fourth landed on Maya’s forehead and breasts. I kept cumming, the cum mixing in with the shower-water, my body shaking with the intensity.
They immediately turned to each other, licking my cum from each other’s faces, sharing it between them with deep kisses. Maya licked Jessica clean, Jessica did the same for Emma, Emma returned the favor to Maya, all three of them savoring my release while other shower occupants applauded with appreciation.
“Good morning indeed,” Jessica said finally, standing and pulling me in for a kiss. “Thanks for that.”
“Any time,” I replied, slightly breathless.
We finished showering properly — actually washing now that the sex was done — and made our way, half-dressed, to breakfast. Today was starting off quite nicely.
The dining hall was bustling with breakfast service. The buffet had expanded to include made-to-order omelets, fresh fruit, pastries, coffee and juice stations. Families filled the long tables, conversation loud and cheerful.
As I loaded my plate, I noticed something amusing at the omelet station—a server bent over the counter while someone behind her (obscured by the station itself) was clearly fucking her. She continued taking orders and flipping eggs without missing a beat, occasionally gasping mid-sentence.
“Can I get peppers and onions?” a guest asked.
“Of course — oh, fuck — yes, peppers and onions coming up.”
At one point, a young woman — maybe twenty — approached with a cinnamon roll on her plate. “Hey, when you’re done back there, can I get some of that on my roll?”
The hidden person behind the counter laughed, and the server said, “Seriously?”
“Why not?” the woman said with a grin.
A minute later, a man emerged from behind the counter — one of the kitchen staff, adjusting his pants — and obligingly jerked off onto her cinnamon roll while several people applauded and laughed.
“Bon appétit,” someone called out.
The woman took his cum-glazed pastry and went to sit with her friends, all of them cracking up.
We joined the rest of our family at a corner table — Mom, Dad, Phil, Linda, Lauren, and Becca all together. David’s family was nearby, everyone looking tired but satisfied.
“How was your night?” Mom asked as I sat.
“As wild a ride as I expected. Yours?”
“Wonderful. Your father and I spent most of it reconnecting with friends and meeting new ones. Very enlightening conversations mixed with very good sex.” She smiled at Dad. “Which brings me to an announcement.”
She stood, tapping her glass to get attention. Our section of the table quieted.
“Frank and I are celebrating our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary today,” Mom said, her voice carrying. “Officially it’s not till next week but we’d like to make an occasion of it while we’re all here. Thirty-five years of marriage, and this summer has been the best of all of them. Thanks to our children for opening us up to this life, and thanks to this community for accepting us.”
Applause and cheers erupted. Dad stood and kissed her deeply.
“So to celebrate,” Mom continued with a mischievous smile, “tonight I want a thirty-five-cum bukkake. I’m calling it now — thirty-five loads, all over me, to honor thirty-five years. Who wants to help make that happen?”
Laughter and more cheers. Several people immediately volunteered — David raised his hand, Marcus grinned, Tom nodded enthusiastically. Even some strangers at nearby tables called out their willingness to participate.
“We’ll organize it after dinner,” Mom said, sitting back down, clearly pleased with herself.
“Mom, that’s...” Emma started, then laughed. “That’s actually perfect. I’m helping coordinate.”
Becca looked simultaneously shocked and intrigued. Lauren just shook her head with a smile. “Your family is something else.”
“We’re just happy to have you with us,” Dad smiled at her.
After breakfast, a group gathered on the lawn for morning yoga. A instructor — a woman in her forties with an incredibly flexible body — led us through poses while soft music played from speakers.
The yoga was clothing-optional, and most people chose optional. I found myself in downward dog beside Mom and Dad, all of us naked, surrounded by dozens of other naked bodies all moving through the same positions.
The instructor called for partner stretches, and Mom and I naturally paired up. I helped her with a deep hip flexor stretch, my hands on her thighs, her legs spread wide, and the position was unavoidably intimate.
“Ethan,” Mom said quietly, “would you ... I know this is public, but would you eat me out? Right here?”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s our anniversary. I want to celebrate with my son.”
I looked around. Several other pairs had already transitioned from stretching to explicit activity — a mother being fingered by her daughter, a father making out with his son’s girlfriend with him, all perfectly normalized.
“Okay,” I agreed.
Mom lay back on her yoga mat, legs spread, and I positioned myself between them. Her pussy was already glistening with arousal, and I started slowly, licking along her outer lips, tasting her, building anticipation.
Dad grinned beside us, perfectly content despite not having gotten a partner, and kneeled to kiss Mom while I worked. “Happy anniversary, Dolores.”
“Happy anniversary, Frank,” she gasped as my tongue found her clit.
I ate her out with deliberate skill, using everything I’d learned about her body over the summer. She came twice from my tongue before pulling me up.
“Fuck me,” she said. “I want you inside me while everyone watches.”
I positioned myself and pushed inside, my cock sliding into my mother’s pussy in full view of maybe forty people, several of whom had stopped their own activities to watch.
“That’s beautiful,” someone called out.
“Happy anniversary, Walker family!” another voice added.
I fucked Mom with slow, deep strokes, Dad kissing her throughout, one hand on her breast. The public nature of it was intoxicating—no shame, just celebration and support.
“I love you,” Mom said, looking up at me. “Thank you for everything this summer. For joining us in this life.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
I came inside her with a groan, filling her while she held me close. Applause broke out around us, genuine and warm. Dad helped both of us stand, and we bowed playfully to our audience.
As we cleaned up, Patricia Chen approached. “Ethan, that was lovely. Listen, I need help with the Initiation Ceremony this afternoon. Would you be willing to MC with Hana? Help guide the newcomers through it?”
“What would that involve?”
“Mostly just creating space, offering encouragement, making sure everyone feels supported. Richard said you’d be the perfect guy for it.”
“Sure, I can help.”
“Thank you. It’s at one PM in the Central Plaza. Come a bit early so we can prep.”
Maya, Jessica, Tom, and I set out on the hiking trail at eleven. The path wound upward through dense forest, climbing steadily into the mountains. The air was crisp and clean, the morning sun filtering through pine branches.
“This is perfect,” Jessica said, breathing deeply. “I forget how good it feels to be away from everything.”
“Imagine people down there,” Tom said, gesturing vaguely beyond where the rest of the world lay obscured by morning fog. “Going to jobs they hate, living lives of quiet desperation, repressing everything real about themselves.”
“We were those people,” Maya pointed out. “Two years ago, I was that person.”
“It’s like, a literal ascension,” I mused. “Coming up here and leaving that all behind. I feel like I’ve reached some mountain monastery, and with it, some sort of spiritual upheaval.”
“Feeling zen about it, huh?” she smiled. “Yeah. I get it. I don’t think any of us can just go back and be normal.”
“Normal!” Tom chuckled, shaking his head. “Normal’s done. It was already done, and not just by us.”
We hiked for an hour, reaching a clearing with a spectacular view of the valley below and the compound behind us. We sat on a fallen log, passing around water bottles, all of us comfortable in the silence.
“Do you think you’ll stay?” Jessica asked me. “If Richard invites you permanently?”
“Really starting to feel like I will. It’s a big step, trusting that whatever Richard’s built is sustainable,” I gestured around. “Look at this. Look at what we have here. Why would anyone pick anything else?”
Jessica took a deep breath, glancing at Tom before speaking. “So, I have news. We have news.” She took Tom’s hand. “I’m pregnant.”
The words hung in the air for a moment before their weight fully registered.
“Holy shit,” Maya said, breaking into a huge smile. “Jessica, that’s amazing!”
“Congratulations,” I added, standing to hug her. “How far along?”
“It’s been a week since I missed my period? We found out right before the retreat, wanted to wait to tell people until we were here.” Jessica looked radiant, her hand unconsciously moving to her still-flat stomach. “I can’t believe how happy I am.”
I thought about the timeline — this having happened right in the thick of our summer exploration. Jessica and Tom had been with me at parties, at the beach house, in countless configurations with various partners. Jessica had been with me multiple times, with David, possibly with other men at the parties. The sheer number of possibilities was staggering.
“Do you have any sense who the father might be?” I asked carefully, not sure if that was appropriate to even wonder about.
Jessica shrugged, completely unbothered. “No idea. Could be Tom, could be you, could be David or Marcus or Derek or even Dad. We haven’t done any testing, and honestly? We don’t care.”
“We really don’t,” Tom confirmed, his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “This baby is ours — mine and Jessica’s — no matter what. That’s the beauty of what we’re a part of here. Biology matters less than choice and love.”
I processed this, thinking about what it meant. A child born among family swinging, raised with love from day one, never knowing shame about desire or family structures. It was either the most beautiful thing imaginable or the most complicated, and probably both simultaneously.
“I’m honored,” I said quietly. “Whether it’s mine or not, I’m honored to be part of raising this kid. I’m so happy for you guys.”
“We’re all honored,” Maya added, wiping tears from her eyes. “This is huge. Not just for you two, but for the whole family. I feel like family too, I really do. Thank you so much!”
She looked at me, and the hope in her own eyes hit me like a freight train. She wanted to have a kid, too. I could see it. I swallowed hard and tried to find words. “Maya ... I — I, uh...”
Maya leaned against me. “I know, I know ... It’s way too fast. No rush about anything, whatever you decide, I just hope we end up in the same place. This summer with you has been...” She trailed off, emotional.
“I know,” I said, kissing her temple. “I feel the same.”
We sat there for another half hour, just being together, before heading back down the trail.
At the Bath Facility, we bypassed the communal showers and headed straight for the Onsen and outdoor hot springs. The pools were carved into natural rock formations, fed by geothermal water that stayed perfectly hot year-round. Steam rose into the cool mountain air, creating an almost mystical atmosphere.
David and Sofia were there with Uncle Philip and Sarah, so we joined them in one of the medium-sized pools, sinking into the water with synchronized groans of relief. The heat seeped into tired muscles from the hike, and we arranged ourselves lounging against the smooth stone edges. Aunt Linda joined her husband and daughter soon after, and I introduced Maya to them.
“This is heaven,” Jessica said, her head tilted back, eyes closed. “Absolute heaven.”
“Better than any spa I’ve ever been to,” Tom agreed.
Maya floated over to me, settling between my legs with her back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and we just existed like tha t— warm water, warm body, warm companionship.
Linda, Philip, and Sarah had claimed the other side of the pool, the three of them clearly already in various stages of intimacy. Linda was straddling Philip, his hands on her hips, while Sarah lounged beside them, watching with obvious arousal.
“Your family,” Maya murmured, following my gaze.
“Yeah, Phil and Dad did contract work together,” I clarified, “Aunt Linda’s a firecracker. She once walked in on me and Mia and pretended to freak out on us. Mia was in on the joke, the little scamp.”
We watched as Linda rode Philip slowly, their movements creating gentle ripples across the water. Sarah moved closer, her hand sliding between her mother’s legs from behind, clearly playing with her clit while Philip fucked her from below.
“God, that’s hot,” Jessica whispered.
Linda came with a soft cry, her body shuddering, and Philip followed shortly after, both of them collapsing together in the water. Sarah kissed both of them, clearly pleased with her contribution.
Clearly inspired, Sofia straddled David in the water, sinking down onto his cock with obvious pleasure, while Marcus positioned himself behind his mother, his hands roaming her body, playing with her breasts while his father fucked her.
“I love watching families together,” Maya said softly. “The way they move, the trust they have. It’s beautiful.”
“It really is,” I agreed.
The two threesomes were close enough that conversation could happen between them, and Linda splashed her nephew and his wife playfully: “Sofia! You look gorgeous riding your husband.”
“Thank you,” Sofia laughed. “Marcus is being very helpful.”
“Dad’s got some stamina today,” Sarah called back. “Mom’s going to be sore tomorrow.”
After a few minutes, Sarah waded over next to Marcus, running her hand up and down his back. “Mind if we join you? We didn’t get to have any fun on the bus yesterday.”
“Please do,” David invited.
The merge happened naturally — Sarah and Marcus starting to make out next to Sofia fucking David, and my uncle and Linda joining them on the other side, suddenly six people in close proximity. The dynamics shifted immediately.
Sarah positioned herself beside Sofia, both women now side by side with their respective partners. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful,” Sarah said to Sofia. “May I?”
Sofia nodded, and Sarah leaned in to kiss her while David continued fucking his wife from below. The sight of his wife kissing his cousin while being penetrated clearly aroused David — his thrusts became more forceful, his hands gripping Sofia’s hips harder.
Marcus sucked and played with Sarah’s tiny breasts while she made out with his mother. Philip stood up on the waterbench on the other side, stroking his cock bit by bit back to hardness, and Sofia and Sarah turned to it, helping him and kissing it between giggles.
“This is incredible,” Tom breathed beside me, his own hand sliding to Jessica’s thigh under the water.
Linda positioned herself behind Sofia, her hands roaming her body, playing with her breasts, kissing her neck. “You’re so responsive,” Linda murmured. “I love watching you get turned on.”
“Can’t help it,” Sofa gasped. “And your husband tastes amazing.”
The three women were now tangled together — Sofia still riding David, Sarah and Linda kissing and groping her, occasionally playing with Uncle Phil’s cock. The men watched appreciatively.
“Switch,” David suggested, and the configuration changed fluidly.
Now Sofia was straddling Marcus, Sarah was straddling David, while Linda took over blowjob duties on her husband. The family lines had completely blurred — each person engaging with whoever was closest, whoever felt right in the moment.
Maya’s hand had found my cock under the water, stroking me slowly. “Want to join them?” she whispered.
“Just want to watch,” I admitted. “This is perfect as it is.”
Beside us, Jessica had climbed onto Tom’s lap, clearly aroused by watching the sixsome. They were fucking quietly, trying not to draw attention from the main show.
In the larger pool, the configurations continued to shift. Sarah came on David’s cock, her cries echoing across the hot springs. Linda coaxed another erection out of Philip’s cock. Sofia groaned and clutched at her son, who knew exactly how she liked it.
Sarah shifted first, pulling off of David and patting the edge of the pool. “Let’s do a blowjob finish,” she said, glancing over at us as the audience.”All the guys at once.” She pulled her dad and his newly invigorated cock over next to David, looking at him with raw daughter’s lust in her eyes.