Chapter 3: The Conversation

The drive home was a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel tight, my mind replaying everything that had just happened. I’d fucked my sister-in-law. Watched my brother fuck his teenage daughters. I’d done my first double penetration while multiple family members encouraged me.

And the weirdest part? It had been a hell of a lot of fun. Natural, even.

The house was dark and quiet when I got back. Mia and Lily stayed at David’s, the girls overjoyed to be back in their own beds, if they were ever going to make it to them. Everything had all happened so fast that I was positively grateful for the alone time.

I took a long shower, letting the hot water pound against my shoulders. My cock was sore, my legs were tired, but I felt more inspired than I had in months. Like I’d discovered something I didn’t know I’d been missing.

But as I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, the questions started coming.

How long had this been going on? Mia had said just a few years for her parents, and Lily only a few months, but what did that mean exactly? And who else was involved?

I thought about my parents. How would I feel if I found out they were involved? Mom and Dad were in their fifties, still in decent shape. Not just decent, I thought with loving appreciation, my mom had always been drop dead fucking gorgeous. Dad was half-retired at this point. Mom was a school principal. The nest was about to be emptied. Were they fucking other people? Fucking others in the family?

Then there was my older sister, Jessica. Nine years younger than David, she was twenty-three, just married to some guy named Tom, and lived less than an hour away. Did she know about David’s whole lovenest? Was she like him?

And my younger sister, Emma. She was only fifteen, halfway through high school. Surely she wasn’t—

No. I couldn’t think about that. Not yet.

The next morning, I woke up late, groggy and disoriented. The house still felt too quiet. I made coffee and sat at the kitchen table, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with all of this.

Around noon, I heard a car pull up outside. Footsteps on the porch, then a key in the lock. The door opened, and Marcus walked in carrying groceries and a deli lunch, with Mia right behind him.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Mia said cheerfully. She wore cutoff denim shorts and a tank top, her bra visible through the thin fabric today. Progress, I guess.

“We brought food,” Marcus added, setting the bags on the counter. He was in basketball shorts and a t-shirt, looking relaxed and comfortable. “Mia said you didn’t have any time to go shopping. What with all the fucking going on and all, so Mom made us go shopping for you. Figured you’d also probably have questions.”

“Questions,” I repeated. “Yeah. You could say that.”

Mia started unpacking groceries while Marcus dropped some deli foods on the counter. I didn’t realize how hungry I was, it looked delicious. They moved around the kitchen like they owned the place, totally at ease. I just watched, still trying to process.

“So,” Marcus said, cracking a beer even though it wasn’t even one o’clock, but he did grab a glass and split it between the three of us. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” I said. “How did this start? When? Why?”

Marcus and Mia exchanged a look. Then Marcus sat down across from me at the table while Mia leaned against the counter. He stuck a fork in some cucumber salad and held it up and started explaining.

“Okay,” Marcus said. “So it started about three years ago. Dad got that new job at this investment firm downtown. Blackwood Capital. You heard of it?”

I shook my head.

“Not surprised. They’re pretty secretive. Anyway, Dad got hired as a senior analyst or whatever. Good pay, great benefits. But the culture there is ... different.”

“Different how?”

He waved at himself and Mia, and by extension the rest of his family — Which I guess included me, now — as if to say “us having all this sex with each other is how different, dude”. Then he took a bite of the salad.

“They’re really progressive about sex,” Mia spoke up between her own bites. “Like, really progressive. The executives are all involved in this lifestyle where they swap partners, have group sex, all that stuff. They believe it builds trust and loyalty or something.”

“That sounds insane, but you know, I always kind of suspected that sort of thing ... with the rich executive set?” I said, chuckling.

Marcus shrugged. “Clearly it works for them. The company does really well, everyone makes bank, and they’re all happy. So when Dad joined, somehow they had sniffed out what he was open to ... and they introduced him to it. Slowly at first. Company parties where things got explicit.”

“And he was into it?”

“Dad? Ohyeah. Mom too. I guess they’ve had an open marriage over the years.” Marcus took a drink. “But here’s where it gets interesting. One of the executives — guy named Richard Chen — he’s really into the whole family dynamic. Like, his wife and kids are all involved.”

“Kids?” My stomach clenched.

“Adult kids,” Mia clarified quickly. “His daughters are like twenty-two and twenty-four. But yeah, they all ... participate together. And Richard subtly let Dad know that the people who go furthest in the company are the ones who embrace the lifestyle fully. And who like to share their family.”

“So Mom and Dad decided to bring us in,” Marcus finished. “When Mia and I turned seventeen, they sat us down and explained everything. Asked if I wanted to go to parties and fuck some of the wives and daughters.”

“And you said yes?” I asked.

“I mean I am a horny, desperate kid,” Marcus admitted. “I’d sneaked a peek at my mom when I could. But then I went to one of the parties — just to see what it was about — and...” He grinned. “It was hot. Really hot. All these successful, attractive people, just enjoying themselves. No judgement, no drama. Just fucking and having fun.”

“So you told them you were down.”

“Yeah. I went home, thought about Mia here ... and even Lily. I mean ... you’ve been fucking them, so you know ... how crazy would I have to have been to pass that up?” He kind of blushed and waved me off, even though I wasn’t going to say a thing. “I know, I know ... Clearly I’m a big fucking pervert, from a family of perverts, duh. But ... I swear, the family vibe has improved like a thousand fucking percent. Not just at the parties, but at home too. It made everything more ... open. Honest.”

Mia moved to sit on the table beside us. “So when they sat us down, they asked me too. By that point, I’d already guessed that they’d been enjoying some strange. I’d overhear things. I was curious.” She smiled. “With their help, Marcus and I shared our first time. It was actually really sweet.”

Marcus laughed and blushed a little. “Awww, sis... “ The twins could be pretty cute together, I couldn’t help but imagine it.

“And Lily?” I asked.

“She literally begged to join when she turned fifteen,” Mia said. “She’d been listening to us for months, getting more and more frustrated. Finally, Mom and Dad decided it was okay. She’s mature for her age.”

“I mean yeah, I guess she’s a mature fifteen.”

“Almost sixteen,” Mia corrected. “Her birthday’s in a month and a half. But yeah, she’s young. Everyone is careful with her, makes sure she’s comfortable and safe. It’s not like she’s being forced or anything.”

I rubbed my face. This was a lot to take in.

“So this investment firm,” I said. “They just ... encourage incest?”

“Not just incest,” Marcus said. “But yeah, that’s part of it. They believe sharing between families makes the loyalty stronger. Maybe like the eskimos? And honestly, once you get past the taboo part, it kind of makes sense. You’re already appreciative and reliant on these people. Why not be free and easy with your loved ones with them too?”