Ethan's Nieces
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Chapter 6: The Reckoning
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Reckoning - A young man comes home from his first year of college to find that his family's changed... a lot.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew InLaws Rough Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex
I woke up to the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. My eyes shot open, and I checked my phone — 8:47 AM. They were home.
My parents. Who I’d seen at an orgy last night. Who I’d watched fuck other people. Who had watched me fuck multiple people, including my nieces.
“Fuck,” I muttered, climbing out of bed and pulling on shorts and a t-shirt. My heart was pounding. How was I supposed to act? What was I supposed to say? “Hey Mom, hey Dad, nice cruise, also I saw you get a blowjob from a stranger at a sex party”?
I heard the front door open, followed by my dad’s voice: “Jesus Christ, I’m exhausted.”
“You’re exhausted?” my mom replied. “I think I pulled something in my—oh, honey, we have company.”
I appeared at the top of the stairs to find both my parents frozen in the entryway, staring up at me. They looked like they’d been through a war—hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, both sporting that glazed, fucked-out expression I’d seen on countless faces last night.
My mom — Dolores — looked tanned from the cruise, her blonde hair lighter from the sun. She wore a sundress that had more than a few wrinkles, and she had what looked like a hickey on her collarbone. She was a sexy fifty-two but looked younger, fit from her regular yoga classes.
My dad — Frank — was fifty-four, broad-shouldered from years of factory work, with salt-and-pepper hair that was currently sticking up at odd angles. His polo shirt was buttoned wrong, and he had visible scratch marks on his forearms.
We all stared at each other for a long moment.
“So,” Dad said finally, “that was quite a party last night.”
A laugh burst out of me before I could stop it. Mom started giggling too, and then Dad joined in, and suddenly we were all just standing there laughing like idiots.
“I cannot believe this is my life,” I said, coming down the stairs.
Mom pulled me into a hug, and I caught a whiff of her perfume mixed with sweat and sex. “Hi, baby. Did you have fun last night?”
“That’s a weird question to ask your son, Mom.”
“Is it though?” Dad asked, dropping their luggage. “Given that we all saw each other there?”
“Fair point.” I helped Dad carry the bags to the living room. “How was the cruise?”
“Educational,” Mom said with a knowing smile. “We met some very ... friendly couples.”
“Oh god, please don’t elaborate.”
“What?” Mom laughed. “You can fuck half the family but I can’t talk about my vacation?”
Dad snorted. “She’s got you there, son.”
This was surreal. We were joking about it. Actually joking. I’d expected awkwardness, maybe anger, definitely weirdness. Instead, my parents looked exhausted but almost giddy.
“Okay, real talk though,” I said. “Are we actually going to discuss this or are we just going to make jokes until we all die of discomfort?”
“Both?” Dad suggested. “But maybe after some decaf and a nap? Neither of us got much sleep last night.”
“Same,” I admitted. “That party was ... long.”
Mom grinned. “We noticed you were pretty popular. Those girls —”
“Nope!” I interrupted. “Not ready for that conversation yet. Coffee first. Possibly several coffees.”
“Fair enough,” Mom said, heading toward the kitchen. “But Ethan? I’m really glad you were there. That you’re ... open to this.”
“I’m still processing,” I said honestly. “But yeah. I guess I am.”
Dad clapped my shoulder. “That’s all we can ask.”
+ We spent the day carefully not talking about it. Dad napped on the couch. Mom did laundry and unpacked. I played video games and tried not to think about the fact that my family was part of a sex cult. Community. Whatever.
By evening, we’d all showered and changed and felt more human. Mom made a simple spaghetti and salad and we ate together at the kitchen table like a normal family.
Except we weren’t normal anymore. And we all knew it.
“So,” Mom said, twirling pasta on her fork, “we should probably talk.”
“Yep,” I said.
“About the swinging ... and the incest.” Dad added unnecessarily.
“Yep.”
Mom set down her fork. “Did you have any idea? About all this?”
“Completely clueless ‘till I came home,” I said. “Mia and Lily kind of ... introduced me.”
Dad grinned. “Those two are trouble.”
“Good trouble though,” Mom added quickly. “They really care about you, Ethan. They were so excited when they found out you might be coming home while we were gone.”
“Yeah, I got that impression.” I took a drink of water. “How long have you guys been involved?”
“With the Blackwood stuff? About two years,” Dad said. “We’ve had an open marriage for a while, and David knew about that, I guess he figured we were ripe for the plucking, as far as taking it to a different level.”
“And you were just ... okay with it?”
Mom and Dad exchanged a look. “Not at first,” Mom admitted. “We thought it would be way too hedonistic. But then we went to a party — just to see what it was about — and...”
“We had a ton of fun,” Dad finished. “Being among happy, successful people being so open and honest about their pleasure. About what they wanted. What, we were going to have a boring retirement?”
“We’d been together for thirty years,” Mom said. “We love each other completely. We’d gotten you and Jessica out of the house but we’d fallen into a routine. We were bored but didn’t know how to fix it.”
“This fixed it,” Dad said simply. “The family events were a pretty big step. Seeing David with our grandkids ... took some getting used to. But now we’re all closer than we’ve been in years.”
I processed that. My parents deserved happiness after long careers and raising kids. It was weird but also kind of sweet.
“And Jessica?” I asked. “She’s part of it too?”
“For about two years now,” Mom said. “She’s always been close to David, Tom got recruited to the firm, and they jumped in pretty quickly. You know her, she’s an adventurous spirit.”
“Yeah, so ... what about David’s family?” I asked carefully. “Have you ... with them?”
Another look between my parents. “Yes,” Dad said. “With Sofia. Your mom got to fuck Marcus when he turned eighteen. We’ve never pushed anyone, but when they were interested...”
“And Mia and Lily?”
“Not me,” Dad said quickly. “That’s a line I haven’t crossed. But your mom...”
Mom blushed slightly. “Mia approached me at a party a few months ago. She wanted to try with another woman, and she trusted me. So yes, we’ve been together.”
The image of my mom with Mia flashed through my head—unbidden but definitely arousing. I shifted in my seat.
“And Lily?” I asked.
“Just recently,” Mom said. “After she got a bit more comfortable. She’s still figuring out what she likes. But she’s a lovely kisser!”
“She seems pretty sure to me,” I muttered.
Dad laughed. “That she does. That whole family is very ... confident.”
“So you’ve been with Sofia,” I said to Dad. “And Mom’s been with David’s kids. What about...” I trailed off, not sure how to ask.
“What about with David himself?” Mom finished. She smiled. “Your brother is very talented, yes.”
“Oh god.”
“And Sofia’s amazing,” Dad added. “That woman can—”
“Please stop talking,” I begged.
They both laughed, and despite everything, I found myself laughing too. This was insane. Absolutely insane. And yet ... it was kind of nice? Being able to talk openly about this?
“Your turn,” Mom said. “Tell us about your experiences.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes,” they said in unison.
So I told them. About that first night with Mia and Lily. About the dinner at David’s house. About the party last night—though I kept it vague, not mentioning every detail. They listened without judgment, occasionally asking questions, seeming genuinely interested in my experience.
“And what about...” Mom paused. “What about with me?”
The question hung in the air. I’d known it was coming, but I still wasn’t prepared for it.
“I saw you looking at me last night,” I said quietly. “At the party.”
“I did,” she confirmed. “But I got scared.”
“I get that, mom. Me too.”
“What’s there to be scared of?” Dad asked gently.
“Crossing that line is a big step,” I admitted. “Everything else felt like ... I don’t know, like exploration. But you’re my mom. That feels different.”
“It is different,” Mom agreed. “It’s scarier. More meaningful. I understand that.”
“But you want to?” I asked directly.
She met my eyes. “Desperately, yes. When you’re ready. If you’re ready. No pressure, honey. I’m your mother first, always. This is just ... an additional possibility.”
My cock stirred in my shorts, and I shifted again. Dad noticed and grinned but didn’t comment.
“Hooooo boy,” I said, cradling my face in my hands.
“That’s okay,” Mom said. “We have all summer. Maybe forever. Maybe never. There’s no rush.”
We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation settling over us.
“What about Emma?” I asked finally. “Does she know?”
Mom’s expression shifted to concern. “No. We haven’t told her. She’s only fourteen.”
“When were you planning to tell her?”
“Sixteen maybe,” Dad said. “Seventeen. When she’s older and can really understand what it means. Make an informed choice.”
“She’s going to feel excluded,” I said. “She’s already the youngest. If she finds out everyone else is part of this secret world...”
“We know,” Mom said softly. “We’ve been thinking about that a lot. But she’s just not ready yet.”
“We pick her up from camp tomorrow,” Dad said. “We need to be really careful around her. No obvious stuff. Keep it all family-appropriate.”
I nodded. “Agreed.”
+ The next morning felt different. The awkwardness from yesterday had faded, replaced by this new awareness. We were a family, but we were also potentially sexual partners. The line was blurry now.
I came downstairs to find Mom making breakfast, wearing a robe that kept slipping off one shoulder. Dad was reading the paper at the table.
“Morning,” Mom said brightly. “Want pancakes?”
“Sure.” I poured coffee and sat across from Dad.
We ate in comfortable silence for a bit. Then Mom said, casually, “So your father and I were talking this morning.”
“Oh?”
“About yesterday. About our conversation.” She set down her spatula and turned to face me, the robe slipping a bit more. “We thought maybe we could ... explore a little. Before we pick up Emma this afternoon. Nothing intense. Just ... getting comfortable with each other.”
My heart rate picked up. “What kind of exploring?”
Dad folded his paper. “We like the idea of a household where we can cut loose sometimes. We’re eager to get through whatever this nervousness is that we’re going through.”
“Your father is kind of excited about it,” Mom added quickly. “Not participate — with you, I mean — but he loves watching me. I know, I know, that adds to the awkwardness.”
“Yeah Dad, I uh ... I don’t know if I’m ready for an audience,” I thought about the mansion orgy, and corrected myself. “Well, specifically you, as an audience.”
“Aw buddy,” he chuckled, his eyes mischievous. “Trust me, when your mom gets in a mood, you won’t even notice me.”
“You gonna just sit in the cuck chair, having horny thoughts?”
Mom rolled her eyes. “Your Dad, a cuck? Please! Frank’ll just make jokes and be a cheerleader. He loves to help me have fun, and he’s surprisingly disarming.”
Despite myself, I laughed. “That’s actually kind of smart.”
“We have our moments,” Mom said. She untied her robe slowly. “So what do you say? Want to try?”
I watched as she let the robe slip off her shoulders. Underneath, she wore a matching bra and panty set—lacy and black, definitely new. Her body was still amazing for her age—toned from yoga, with full C-cup breasts that filled the bra nicely, a slight curve to her stomach, and curvy hips.
“Did you buy that for this?” I asked.
“Maybe.” She did a little twirl. “There was an overpriced clothes gallery on the ship. Spent way too much.”
“Worth every penny,” Dad said appreciatively from his chair.
“You’re really just going to sit there?” I asked him.
“Yep. I’m moral support.” He grinned. “Plus I like watching your mother. She’s gorgeous.”
Mom blushed at that — actually blushed — and I realized they were still very much in love. This wasn’t about replacing their relationship. It was about enhancing it.
“Okay,” I said, standing up. “But if this gets too weird, I reserve the right to run away screaming and just play videogames for a week.”
“Fair enough,” Mom said.
She walked into the living room, and Dad and I followed. This was happening. This was actually happening.
Mom sat on the couch, her legs crossed, looking both nervous and excited. “Should I ... how do we start?”
“Maybe Ethan could take his shirt off,” Dad suggested. “Level the playing field.”
I pulled my shirt over my head, and Mom’s eyes roamed over my chest and stomach appreciatively. “You’ve been working out.”
“A little. College gym.” I sat on the couch next to her, leaving some space between us.
“This is so awkward,” Mom said with a laugh.
“Extremely awkward,” I agreed.
“Want me to tell the story about when Ethan asked where babies come from?” Dad offered.
“Absolutely not,” I said.
“He cried when you explained how a penis and a vagina work.”
“Dad!”
Mom was laughing now, the tension breaking. “Oh honey, that’s sweet though.”
“It’s humiliating is what it is.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” Dad said, still grinning. “Just trying to help.”
Mom took a breath and reached behind her back. She unclasped her bra and let it fall, baring her breasts. They were beautiful — full and round with slight sag that somehow made them more real, more her. Her nipples were pink and starting to harden in the air conditioning.
“Mom,” I breathed.
“Dolores,” she corrected gently. “Maybe call me Dolores right now. Mom feels weird.”
“Dolores feels even weirder,” I countered. But my cock was fully hard in my shorts now.
She noticed. Her eyes dropped to the bulge and she bit her lip. “Can I see?”
I stood and pushed my shorts down. My cock sprang free, hard and thick, and both my parents looked at it appreciatively.
“Well done, son,” Dad said. “You got my genes there.”
“Frank!” Mom laughed. “Don’t make it weird.”
“Pretty sure we’re past that point, honey.”
I stood there, naked except for my boxers around my ankles, while my mom sat topless on the couch and my dad watched from his chair like this was a normal Tuesday morning.
“What now?” I asked.
“Touch yourself,” Mom said softly. “Let me watch you.”
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and started stroking slowly. Mom’s eyes were locked on my cock, her breathing getting heavier. Her hand went to her breast, cupping it, thumb brushing over her nipple.
“That’s good,” she said. “You look so good, baby.”
“I’m glad you like my cock, Dolores,” I said, half-joking.
She giggled. “Ahh, you’re right, that is weird too.”
She stood and slipped her panties down, revealing her pussy. She was neatly trimmed, not fully shaved, with a small strip of blonde hair above her slit. Her outer lips were puffy and already glistening wet. She was turned on. My mom was turned on watching me stroke my cock.
She sat back down and spread her legs, giving me a full view. Her inner lips were dark pink and swollen, peeking out from her outer lips. Her clit was visible at the top, a small button just emerging from its hood.
“Jesus,” I muttered.
“Language,” she said automatically, then laughed at the absurdity of correcting me.
Her hand went between her legs, and she started touching herself. One finger circled her clit while two others slid down to her entrance, getting wet before coming back up.
“This is so surreal,” I said, still stroking.
“Tell me about it,” she said. “I’m masturbating in front of my son.”
“Fuck yeah, sweetie,” Dad called from his chair.
We both looked at him. He had this goofy grin on his face, clearly enjoying our awkwardness, but with nothing but love in his eyes for us both.
“You’re ridiculous,” Mom told him.
“I know. That’s why you love me.”
She smiled at him — genuine and warm — and I realized this was working somehow. Dad being there, making jokes, keeping it light. It made it less intense. Less scary.
Mom’s fingers moved faster on her clit, and she moaned softly. “God, you’re big, Ethan. Were you always that big?”
“I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation to have with your mother,” I said, but I was smiling.
“Nothing about this is appropriate,” she countered. “That’s kind of the point.”
She was right. I stroked myself faster, watching her fingers work her pussy. She was so wet I could hear it — slick sounds as she circled her clit and dipped inside herself.
“Can I ... can I touch you?” I asked.
She hesitated, and I saw the moment of decision in her eyes. Then she nodded. “Just my leg. Let’s start there.”