Ethan's Nieces
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Chapter 23: Downward Dogging
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 23: Downward Dogging - 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
I woke to Maya’s warm body pressed against mine in the narrow bunk, her leg thrown over my hip, her breath soft against my neck. The bed was definitely too small for two people — my shoulder was numb from being trapped under her, and I could feel the edge of the mattress digging into my back — but I didn’t care. The twin mattress wasn’t designed for two people, especially not for post-orgy sleeping, but we’d made it work somehow.
Pale morning light filtered through the window. I could hear birds outside, the distant sound of voices, the compound slowly waking up. It was Sunday morning — our second-to-last day at the retreat, though something told me that designation might not matter anymore.
Maya stirred, her hand sliding across my chest. “Morning,” she mumbled, not opening her eyes.
“Morning. Sleep okay?”
“Few minutes. Debating whether to move or savor this a bit longer.”
“Savor,” I decided, pulling her closer despite the cramped quarters.
We stayed like that for another ten minutes, just breathing together, hands lazily exploring — her fingers tracing patterns on my chest, mine sliding down her spine. Morning light filtered through the cabin’s small window, painting everything in soft gold.
Eventually, my bladder made the decision for me. “I have to pee.”
“Fine,” Maya sighed dramatically, rolling off me. “Abandon me in my time of need.”
I climbed carefully out of the bunk, naked, my morning erection leading the way. The cabin was quiet — everyone else presumably still asleep — and I padded barefoot to the small bathroom.
The door was closed but not locked. I pushed it open to find Emma sitting on the toilet, mid-stream, her phone in her hand.
“Occupied!” she said, but she was grinning.
“Sorry, not totally awake yet. Shoulda knocked.” I started to back out, but she waved me in.
“It’s fine. Not like we haven’t seen each other pee before. Close the door, you’re letting cold air in.”
I stepped inside and closed the door. The bathroom was tiny — barely room for the toilet, sink, and shower stall. Emma looked up at me from the toilet, completely unselfconscious, and her gaze dropped to my erection.
“Someone’s happy this morning,” she teased.
“Morning wood. Can’t help it.”
“Sure, blame biology.” She finished peeing, wiped, but didn’t flush or stand. Instead she looked up at me with mischievous eyes. “Want me to take care of that for you?”
“Right now? While you’re still on the toilet?”
“Why not? We’ve done weirder.” She patted her thighs. “Come here.”
I stepped closer, my cock at perfect height for her seated position. Emma wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked experimentally, then leaned forward and licked the tip.
“Mmm, you taste like Maya,” she observed.
“We were cuddling. Probably some transfer.”
“Hot.” She took me into her mouth properly now, her tongue swirling around the head before she sank deeper. Her technique was confident, practiced — hard to imagine that she’d only been sexually active for half the Summer.
I braced one hand against the wall above her, watching my cock disappear between my sister’s lips while she sat naked on the toilet. The absurdity of the situation mixed with the intense pleasure, making me groan.
Emma pulled off briefly. “Hold on.” She spread her legs and slid one hand between them, her fingers finding her pussy. She started masturbating while resuming the blowjob, clearly turned on by the whole scenario.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. “You’re really doing this.”
She pulled off briefly. “I really am. And I’m going to make you cum in my mouth while I play with myself.” Her free hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her pussy. “Just watch.”
She took me deep again, her throat relaxing to accept my length, and I gripped her hair gently, guiding her rhythm. Below, her hand worked frantically between her legs, two fingers inside herself, her thumb on her clit.
The visual was overwhelming — my sister on the toilet, sucking my cock with complete abandon while masturbating, morning light making her skin glow. She looked up at me with those bright eyes, challenging me to last, daring me to lose control.
“Emma, I’m close,” I warned.
Emma pulled back slightly, her mouth open, tongue out, her hand stroking my shaft rapidly. “Cum for me,” she said. “I want to see it.”
I came with a groan, just a few ropes of cum shooting across her tongue, into her open mouth, some landing on her lips and chin. She kept stroking me through it, milking every drop, her own hand working frantically between her legs.
She kept her mouth open, letting me see it pool there, and when I finally finished, she swallowed deliberately, then licked her lips.
“Good morning to me too,” she said, her hand between her legs speeding up. She came thirty seconds later with a sharp gasp, her body tensing, and then relaxed back against the toilet with a satisfied smile. “Okay, now you can use the bathroom.”
“You’re insane.”
“Perfect way to start the day,” she said, standing finally and flushing the toilet. She kissed me briefly, then stepped around me to wash her hands. “Shower’s all yours.”
I watched her leave, still processing what had just happened, then started the shower.
The water was hot and plentiful, and I stood under the spray for a long time, just thinking. I had started the Summer exhausted from College, a version of myself I barely remembered. Now I was someone else entirely: someone who received casual bathroom blowjobs from his sister and thought nothing of it. Someone who’d participated in his mother’s anniversary bukkake. Someone who was basically working for some mysterious incest sex cult trying to start a commune or something up in the mountains.
I stopped and thought about it all for several long minutes.
What was happening out there, beyond these mountains? I’d barely checked my phone all weekend, deliberately disconnecting. I wondered if the world had kept spinning, if everything was fine and we were just in a bubble of constructed reality.
Another part of me — the part that had been paying attention to Richard’s warnings, to the economic instability and political violence — suspected the world outside had gotten worse, not better. I’d heard about riots in cities, calls for ethnic cleansing.
Did I even care anymore? About the outside world, about returning to “normal” life?
It felt wrong to turn my back to it all. But there was something extremely seductive about doing so.
I finished showering, dried off, and wrapped a towel around my waist. Then I thought about it and realized what an old habit that was, so I hung the towel back up and returned to my room, naked. Maya wasn’t there, so I headed out to the main room.
The cabin had fully woken up. Maya sat at the small kitchenette table with Mom, both of them also naked, their heads close together in intimate conversation. Dad was in the sitting chair reading something on his tablet. Lauren stood at the counter making coffee, wearing only an oversized t-shirt. Her and Becca’s bedroom door was mostly closed.
“— just so sweet with him,” Mom was saying to Maya as I approached. “The way you look at each other. It makes me so happy.”
“He makes me happy,” Maya replied, her hand finding Mom’s on the table. “Your whole family makes me happy. I didn’t think I’d find people who were so sexually open, but also still ... you know, normal.”
“You fit perfectly,” Mom said, squeezing Maya’s hand. Then, more playfully: “And you’re lovely to look at, which doesn’t hurt.”
Maya laughed. “You’re not so bad yourself, Dolores.”
“Please, call me something else. Dolores feels so formal after everything we’ve done together.”
“What should I call you?” Maya asked, her voice taking on a teasing edge.
Mom thought for a moment, then smiled. “Dotty? Or how about Mommy? Would that be weird?”
“Not weird at all,” Maya said, her hand sliding from Mom’s hand to her thigh. “I’d love to call you Mommy.”
“Good girl,” Mom murmured, and they leaned toward each other, kissing softly at first, then deeper.
I watched, entranced, as Mom’s hand moved to cup Maya’s breast, her thumb circling the nipple until it hardened. Maya made a small sound into Mom’s mouth, her own hand sliding higher up Mom’s thigh.
“That’s beautiful,” Lauren said from the kitchen, bringing an extra mug of coffee over to Dad. She handed him one and perched on the arm of his chair. “Your wife making out with your son’s girlfriend. Does that turn you on, Frank?”
Dad looked up at her with a grin, moving his tablet and deliberately spreading his legs to show his erection. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re a dirty old cuck who loves watching his family fuck everyone,” Lauren said, her voice affectionate rather than mocking. She reached down and stroked his cock casually. “And I think that’s perfect.”
“Guilty as charged,” Dad agreed cheerfully. “Thanks for the coffee, beautiful.”
Mom had Maya on her lap now, one hand between Maya’s legs, the other on her breast. Maya was moaning softly, grinding against Mom’s hand, calling her “mommy” between gasps.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Mom encouraged. “Let mommy make you feel good.”
The bathroom door opened and Emma emerged, still naked, her hair damp from washing her face. She took in the scene—Mom and Maya kissing at the table, Lauren touching Dad, me watching from the doorway—and grinned.
“Morning, everyone. Is this what we’re doing now? Pre-breakfast orgy?”
“Just enjoying each other,” Dad said. “Come give your old man a kiss.”
Emma crossed to him, and he reached up to pull her down. Their kiss was deep and explicit, tongues visible, his hand immediately finding her breast. When they broke apart, Emma was breathing harder.
She straddled his lap, facing him, her pussy pressing against his now-fully-hard cock. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, princess,” Dad replied, his hands immediately finding her hips.
“Ethan gave me a tasty load to swallow in the bathroom this morning,” Emma said conversationally. “But my little pussy’s wishing it got some cum up in it too.”
“Lucky Ethan,” Dad said.
“I want you to fuck me,” Emma said, reaching down to stroke his cock. “Right here, in front of everyone.”
“I’m not going to say no to that,” Dad replied, grabbing both of her firm little asscheeks as she reached between them and positioned his cock at her entrance.
She sank down onto him with a satisfied moan, and Dad’s hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements. They fucked slowly, intimately, Emma’s small breasts bouncing slightly, Dad’s face buried in her neck.
Lauren had abandoned Dad’s chair and was now standing beside me, watching the dual scenes with obvious arousal. “Your family is something else,” she said quietly.
“I’m pretty lucky, Lauren. I really am.”
“Yeah, you are. Thanks for working so hard to help me come to grips with all this.”
Lauren’s sister Becca emerged from the master bedroom, wearing one of Lauren’s t-shirts and nothing else. She took in the scene — Mom and Maya, Dad and Emma, everyone naked and sexual — and giggled.
“This is what Sunday morning looks like now?” she asked, moving to pour herself some coffee.
“Apparently,” I said, moving to stand beside her at the counter. “You sleep okay?”
“Great, actually. First full night’s sleep in days. And I’m feeling great — Horny all the time, I can’t wait to get some more dick,” She giggled, looking at me with those big eyes, still shy but more confident than when she’d arrived. “Thank you again. For everything. For making space for me and Lauren here.”
“A fair bit of bravery on your part, too,” I said simply.
She bit her lip, then leaned up to give me a little kiss on the lips — innocent enough, but lingering. “You’re sweet.”
At the table, Mom and Maya had progressed beyond masturbating each other. Maya was now kneeling between Mom’s legs, her face buried in Mom’s pussy, and Mom’s head was thrown back in pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” Mom breathed. “Show Mommy how good you are with your tongue.”
In the chair, Emma was riding Dad harder now, both of them getting close. Lauren had moved to sit on the couch nearby, one hand under the base of her shirt, clearly enjoying the show.
“So,” I said loudly enough to cut through the moans, “favorite moments from the weekend?”
“That bukkake was fucking wild,” Lauren said immediately. “Watching your mom own that completely. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“The initiation with David,” Becca added quietly. “Obviously.”
“I really liked the Initiation ceremony facilitation,” Lauren said. “Watching you hold space for everyone, including me and Becca. I was like, ‘If this is a cult, I think I’m down for it.’”
“Dancing last night,” Emma gasped between bounces on Dad’s cock. “All of us together, just pure joy and connection.”
“Yeah, that dance party was amazing,” Maya said. “All of us together, fucking and dancing simultaneously. I’ve never felt that free.” She hunkered back down between my Mom’s legs.
“The hot springs with David’s family,” Mom said, then moaned as Maya did something particularly effective with her tongue. “That merge from two families into six people just ... flowing together naturally. That was magic.”
“This morning,” Dad said, his hands gripping Emma’s hips. “Right now. This is pretty fucking perfect.”
We were all quiet for a moment, sipping our drinks, letting that settle. The only sounds were Emma and Dad fucking, Mom’s responding to Maya’s attention, and the morning birds outside. As Mom and Emma reached orgasm and the rest of us relaxed in the afterglow of such public displays of pleasure, the mood shifted slightly for me, the weight of decision settling over us. Tomorrow morning, buses would leave for those returning to regular life. We had to decide: stay or go.
“Are we leaving tomorrow?” Emma finally asked, the question that had been hanging unspoken. “Is anyone actually going back?” She was still grinding on Dad, but gentler now, affectionately.
Silence. More loaded this time.
“I don’t want to,” Emma continued, pausing her movements to focus on the conversation. “I can’t imagine going back to regular school, regular life, pretending we’re just living regular lives.”
“The news from outside isn’t good,” Dad said carefully. “I don’t like what I’m seeing when I check. The National Reserve — hell, the whole economy — is under attack. Political violence increasing. Riots. The president gave some inflammatory speech that’s making everything worse.”
“Richard saw this coming,” I added. “That’s what his speech is going to be about. I’m sure of it.”
“Do you think he’ll ask us to stay?” Mom asked. “Permanently?”
“I think he’ll offer,” I said. “Not demand. But offer.”
“Would you?” Lauren asked me directly. “Stay permanently? Give up everything outside?”
I looked around the room — at my family, at Maya, at Lauren and Becca who’d become part of us. At the casual intimacy, the complete lack of shame, the joy radiating from everyone.
“Yeah,” I said. “I would. I am. Whatever Richard says today, my answer is yes.”
“Mine too,” Emma said immediately, resuming her riding with renewed vigor.
“And mine,” Maya said, pulling back from Mom’s pussy briefly. “I’m staying.”
Mom and Dad exchanged glances. “We’re staying,” Dad said firmly. “Both of us. There’s nothing back there for us anymore.”
“The house?” Emma asked.
“We’ll see if we can sell it remotely,” Mom said. “We’ve met some lawyers here who have made some offers to people to handle things like that.”
Lauren was quiet, her eyes filling with tears. Finally: “I spent my whole life fighting my desires, investigating people like you because I was terrified of becoming you. And now...” She laughed wetly. “Now I can’t imagine being anywhere else. Becca and I — we’re staying. If they’ll have us.”
“They’ll have you,” I assured her. “We’ll have you. Welcome to our family.”
Becca was crying too now, nodding. “I never had family before. Not real family. This is ... everything.”
The emotional moment was interrupted by Emma and Dad both cumming—her first, crying out loudly, then him shortly after, groaning as he filled his daughter. They collapsed together, breathing hard, and everyone else in the room felt the release of tension.
Mom came on Maya’s tongue a minute later with a satisfied moan, and Maya climbed up to kiss her, sharing the taste.
“Well,” Dad said eventually, Emma still on his lap, “that’s settled then. We’re staying. All of us.”
“All of us,” we echoed.
“Richard saw this coming,” I said. “That’s why he built this place. Not for a specific crisis, but for the inevitable breaking point.”
“So we’re safe here?” Becca asked nervously.
“As safe as anywhere, I suppose,” I shrugged. “Richard’s been preparing for this for years.”
We sat in silence for a moment, each processing the weight of our decision. We were choosing to stay in this mountain compound while society potentially collapsed around us. It should have felt scary, but instead it felt right.
“No regrets,” Emma said, raising her coffee mug. “Whatever happens, we’re together. That’s what matters.”
We all raised our mugs and clinked them together—a toast to family, to freedom, to whatever came next.
After everyone was up and ready to go, we dressed in minimal clothing (mostly shorts and sundresses, tanktops and sandals) and headed to the main dining hall.
Sunday brunch was the retreat’s most elaborate meal. The buffet stretched the entire length of the hall — omelet stations, waffle makers, fresh pastries, fruit displays that looked like art, carved meats, smoked salmon, endless coffee and juice. The dining hall was packed, every table full, the energy buzzing with conversation and laughter.
We loaded our plates and found David’s family already seated at a large corner table. Sofia waved us over, and we squeezed in, pulling extra chairs from nearby. Within minutes, Jessica and Tom joined us, followed by their friends Derek and Simone, and Liam with Zara.
“So Richard’s really doing this,” Tom said to those of us near him. “Building an incest swinger community in the mountains while society collapses outside.”
“When you say it like that, it sounds insane,” Mia laughed.
“It is insane,” Sofia said. “But if the world’s gone insane — why not?”
“I’m totally just wondering, though,” Simone said, leaning forward. “How sustainable is the constant public fucking? Like, I love it — don’t get me wrong — but can we maintain this level of sexual intensity indefinitely? Or does it eventually normalize and calm down?”
“Beats me,” David said thoughtfully. “I’ve been thinking about that too. Right now we’re in celebration mode. Everything feels heightened, special. But day-to-day life here will need rhythms, routines, boring parts.”
“Sex will become part of the routine rather than the exception,” Sofia suggested. “Which isn’t bad — it just means it’s integrated rather than spectacular.”
“I don’t know,” Emma said. “I kind of like the idea of just finding someone when you get horny. Why should that ever stop being our normal?”
“Because you can’t garden or teach children or manage infrastructure while constantly fucking,” Derek pointed out pragmatically. “There has to be balance.”
“Maybe certain spaces stay explicitly sexual,” Maya offered. “Like the pavilion, the hot springs, the dance floor. And other spaces are functionally neutral—work spaces, school areas, medical facilities. You can be naked everywhere, but actual sex happens in designated zones.”
“I guess that might work,” Jessica said. “Boundaries that create both freedom and functionality.”
“What about the outside world?” Zara asked quietly. “How will they react when they find out about us? A permanent incest commune in the mountains? The media will go insane.”
“They already have,” Lauren said with a bitter laugh. “My brother’s article went viral. But it got dismissed as sensationalism, as fake as any news is these days, moral panic. Most people don’t want to believe this exists.”
“There’s going to be looky-loos,” Sofia sighed. “There always are. People like, uh ... Sorry, Lauren ... But people who don’t understand and are motivated by enough of their own baggage or the desire for clicks to get to the bottom of it.”
“I guess that’s why we’re way up in the mountains,” Simone said thoughtfully. “Access is very monitorable, and it’s a lot less easy to get to.”
“How’s everything handling things socially?” Liam pressed. “I still haven’t figured out how to explain things to my parents. They’re going to think we’ve joined a cult.”
“We kind of have,” Derek said with a grin. “Just a very sexy, hands-off, Do What Thou Wilt cult.”
“It’s not firmly a cult if you can leave whenever you want,” Marcus argued. “Blackwood’s been clear — no one’s trapped here. It’s a choice we’re making freely.”
“Still,” Becca said softly, “people won’t understand. They’ll think we’re brainwashed or crazy or dangerous.”
“Let them,” Emma said fiercely. “I don’t care what people outside think anymore. They’re living in fear and shame and repression. We’re living in freedom and honesty and joy. I know which side I’m on.”
“The world is falling apart anyway,” Tom said grimly. “In five years, maybe less, the outside world might not even function. We’re not escaping — we’re preparing.”
“That’s dark,” Simone said.
“Yeah,” Marcus said, “THAT sounds like cult talk. Apocalypse stuff.”
“It’s not End-Times conspiracy if we’re just observing American breakdown,” Tom corrected. “Richard saw this coming. That’s why he built this place. We’re not crazy for wanting to stay — we’d be crazy to leave.”
A heavy silence fell over the table as everyone processed that.
“So we become a post-apocalyptic incest commune,” Lily finally said. “That’s our future.”
“When you say it like that —” Mia started.
“It sounds better than the alternative,” Lily finished, and several people laughed nervously.