Natalie
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 24
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 24 - This is the story of Natalie, her sexual awakening, her experiences from her first time, the various men and women she goes with, and what she thinks of her experiences. The story will have over 40 chapters.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Teenagers Coercion Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Anal Sex Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex
Dad said he was out all day, and as I munched my breakfast toast, he kissed Mum goodbye, waved a hand at me and was gone.
“Mrs Wilson was very happy with your help; she told me to be sure to thank you for everything.” Mum said as she poured some milk into her tea and then sat down on the other side of the table from me.
“Oh? Well, you know, I didn’t mind. Mum, can I ask you something?”
“Yes, sweetheart, what?”
“Your tablets, I mean, if they are experimental, are you having to provide feedback or something?”
“Yes. They offered me them as a trial and are paying me a small amount of money. I then have to go on to an online account and report what changes I am seeing and any impacts.”
“Are you telling them that your family have become sex mad?”
“Yes.”
“Do they feed anything back?”
“Well, the reports are anonymous, so they don’t know specifically who is saying what. So far they have not given me any general feedback updates.”
“Oh, okay. It just occurs to me that a drug that causes people to have very sexy feelings and that affects people around them could be quite dangerous in the wrong hands.”
“I hadn’t thought about that, sweetheart. Yes, you are right, and it could also be very lucrative for the company that makes it. Viagra was like that. The use now is a side effect for what it was originally developed for.”
“Yes, I read about that. Heart problems, I think, and now for men who have problems.”
“Indeed, not that your dad needs to use it.”
“No, Mum.”
“Anyway, back to Mrs Wilson, she said she would love you to pop round for a chat when you can.”
“Okay Mum, I will see what I can do.” I was in no hurry to go back; if I am honest, I would rather see Ash and Bren, who are my own age, but I will go, just not quite yet. It never hurts to keep people sweet.
“Is there a Mr Wilson, Mum? Only I don’t think I have ever seen him.”
“Oh yes, he just works away a lot; he is a merchant seaman or oil rig guy or something. He is here for a while and then away for weeks. He is, shall we say, a large man.”
“Oh?”
Mum pointed to her groin, I raised my eyebrows, and she said quietly, “Don’t ask.”
I laughed and said, “Oh, okay.” I did wonder how she knew, and as I thought Dad was quite a large man down there, how much larger could he be? Oh well.
Bren texted me, ‘all clear if you still want to.’
I texted back that I would see if Jase was still up to it. Jase was, and he was free today. After much texting, we decided Jase’s house was best. Bren’s mum dropped her off at mine not long after Mum had gone out, but these days I never know if Dad is just going to turn up out of the blue. I wouldn’t mind that if I were with Jase; I can just shut my bedroom door, but with a girl, or a girl and a boy? No. That is something I definitely do not want Dad to know about.
“Are you ready for this?”
“Yes.”
“Good, now, we must act as if we have never done this before. I do not want Jase to know that we have already been lovers, okay?”
“Yes, I will be a bit shy anyway because of Jase, so it should be easy; no acting required.”
“Good. Right, shall we go over there then?”
It didn’t take us too long to get to Jase’s; luckily, it wasn’t raining, just a little dull. Jase was wearing a T-shirt and shorts when we got there; I was, of course, in my usual, and Bren was in another of her wonderful dress creations.
“Do you want a drink, or shall we go up?” Jase asked after the introductions – Bren Jase, Jase Bren.
I didn’t want a drink yet, and neither did Bren, so we went up. “How do you want to do this, Nat?” Jase asked. “You two, you know, do your thing, and I kind of join in at the appropriate point?”
“Er, yes, I guess. When you say, us two do our thing,” we don’t exactly know what that is, so I think we will just work it out as we go along.” I pulled my top off and then my skirt so I was in a bra and knickers. Bren had undone and slipped off her dress and was in just knickers; Jase by now was naked.
“Do you want to touch it?” I asked Bren as I took the last of my clothes off, so I too was naked.
“Yes, do you mind?” She said.
Jase walked towards her, his dick jutting out in front of him. “You can’t really hurt my dick; just don’t squeeze my balls, ‘cus that will hurt and would probably be game over for today.” Jase said, taking her hand and putting it on his dick.
As Bren touched her first dick, my Jase’s dick, I went and lay on the bed, my feet on the pillows, my head at the foot end, almost hanging off. Looking backwards I saw Bren moving Jase’s dick skin back and forth.
“Hell, it’s bigger than I thought, and it is hard.”
“It’s just an average dick, Bren; I am sure you will see plenty bigger or smaller. It’s just a dick. Are you going to see to Nat now?” Jase asked.
“Bren”, I called, “come and stand over me; I want to look at your fanny.” Bren pulled her knickers down, and finally we were all three naked. She walked to the bed and stood over me, and I examined her fanny as if I had never seen it before. “Wow, Bren, your fanny is so beautiful; can I kiss it?”
She stooped down and leant forwards, her arms resting on the bed, and I was able to lick her.
“Ooo,” she said, “oh, that feels nice.” As if we hadn’t done this loads of times. “I am going to look at yours too.”
Bren leant further forward, and as she lowered her hips, my face was full of her fanny. I felt a tongue on my fanny and made suitably appreciative noises. I licked Bren’s fanny, my tongue sliding from her nubbin towards her entrance, which I could see but barely reach. I managed to bend my arm up and dab a finger around her entrance, and then slowly I pushed inside her. Bren took the cue and started to run her finger around my fanny entrance. My pretend appreciative noises had now gone; I was genuinely enjoying her attentions, and my murmurs and groans were real.
“Ooooh, crumbs,” I whispered as Bren pushed two fingers inside me, and my newfound ability to feel from within my fanny took me to a new height of pleasure. I hoped Bren was getting the same with my fingers inside her. I opened and closed my two fingers, and as they closed, I partially pulled them out before pressing them in deeply, fingering my friend.
I saw movement, and Jase’s dick appeared in my view. I slowly pulled my fingers out, and Jase pressed his dick at her entrance. I felt her tense slightly, and then Jase started pressing. His dick began to sink inside her, slowly filling her fanny with her first encounter of dick. She stopped her finger movement in my fanny, and I watched as Jase began to pull back out. I was amazed to see that as his dick pulled back; her fanny skin seemed to stick to his dick and come out with it.
It seemed to take Jase an age to pull out; he paused before he was completely out, and then he pushed back in quite quickly, and then he got into a rhythm, shagging my friend an inch from my head. Her fanny was stretched tight about his dick, flexing and taking his meat.
I had never appreciated the noise shagging makes; it is definitely slurpy and also squishy as well as the slap noises of skin on skin, but the slap noise is all I normally hear. Bren was beginning to rock slightly, and I managed to press my tongue against her nubbin to add to her stimulation. I could not really hear her breathing, but it felt to me that she had stopped regular breathing and was now just taking in gulps.
Jase was now going in full flow, a steady rhythm of emptying and filling, and then he pressed hard and held, and I felt his balls twitch on my forehead. He pulled back slightly and then pushed in hard again, and slowly he withdrew. As his dick fell from her fanny, it was followed by a gush of his goop which poured over my forehead.
Bren was quivering, and as Jase stepped away and my tongue gave a hard press, her orgasm rolled through, and she bucked once on me and then collapsed, lying flat on me. “Oh shit,” she said quietly and rolled off to the side. I rolled the other way, swung my legs and got off the bed, Jase’s goop dripping down my throat. I gave Jase a smile and a thumbs up and looked at Bren.
“Well, Bren, how was that? Is my boyfriend any good, or should I go and look for a different model?”
“Shit.” She seemed to have given up on vocabulary and succumbed to only ‘shit’.
“And how about you, Jase? No, don’t answer that, but you could pass me a tissue if that’s okay?”
Jase handed me a box of Kleenex, and I wiped the drips from my face and then leant forward and kissed him as passionately as I could; he kissed back, his fingers roaming in my groin as he kissed. I felt his dick twitch and harden, and I fell back on the bed, pulling Jase with me. I reached down and guided his hardening dick inside me. Oh, that was so much better than Bren’s two fingers. I felt him fill me and stretch my fanny, and as he penetrated, I felt his progress as he moved deeper into my fanny.
It was a slow shag, perhaps because he was still recharging, or perhaps because he and I were lovers and not shaggers. In my mind’s eye I could see his dick taking my fanny insides out with him as he pulled back and felt them as he pushed them back inside as he re-entered. It was loving, and I held him close to me as he filled me with his love and then eventually his gloop. As he climaxed, I reached up and kissed him; feeling his pulses through his lips took me over the edge, and I joined him in orgasming.
Jase pulled back and stood up, and I sat up and looked across at Bren. “Now then, is your brain working now, Bren?”
“Yes. Wow. Okay.” Bren turned to Jase and said to him, “Thank you, Jase. I didn’t know what to expect, and now I do. I think that you have set a high bar; I have little to compare you to, but that was a really mind-blowing thing. I understand now.” Jase made a sort of bow, and then Bren turned to me.
“Thank you for giving me a loan of your boyfriend, and, well, you know, the other thing, that was quite something. Now I need to find a boy that is the mix of you two. Christ, that’ll be a challenge.”
“Well, Bren, when you do, you hang on to him.” I squeezed Jase’s hand. “I am lucky, and you can’t have Jase because I am not letting go.”
I would chat privately with Bren later away from Jase and find out exactly what she had thought and felt. I was not of a mind to let Jase do that again. I was surprised at just how jealous I had felt and how it had made me feel a lot closer to Jase and how it was no longer, for me anyway, just shagging. We had moved on in our relationship; this was something more.
The next day I was lying on Bren’s bed looking at her ceiling.
“What did you really think, now that you have time to rationalise it in your brain?”
Bren was lying next to me; her head tilted to the side, looking at me. “I am still confused.”
“Oh, why is that?” I asked.
“Well, I adore being with you. I love your touch, I love your kisses, your fingers in me, your tongue on me, I love, love that.”
“Okay, thank you, I love it with you too. But?”
“I also liked the feel of the dick; it was an unbelievable feeling inside me. Fingers and carrots don’t come close.”
“Okay,” I was getting repetitive. “But?”
“I think I prefer you, as much as I liked him; I prefer your softer, gentler feel. Boys are, oh, I don’t know, rougher, like wool compared to the silk of girls.”
“Okay,” really! “I love the silk, but I also love to be wrapped in wool. If, and this is a big if, if I had to choose, I would choose boys. They can be gentle, perhaps not as soft as silk, but perhaps like rayon. But, for me, nothing that you can do can come close to feeling the way a dick feels when it is deep inside me. As much as I really love going with you, do you understand?”
“Maybe. I can’t help how I feel, but then I don’t have much experience. I have had one dick inside me, once.”
I of course had many more, but I wasn’t going to let Bren know that.
“Well, I don’t have much more experience, just more often with Jase. “ I wasn’t going to mention Ash, or Mrs Wilson, or the other boys, or my dad. No. Best not.
“No, okay.”
“And I am not going to lend you Jase again. That was a weird feeling watching my boyfriend shag someone else’s fanny, and I don’t think I liked it.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes, I think so. I didn’t expect to be, for me, up until then it was just sex and pleasure with Jase, but after watching his dick saw in and out of you from an inch away, it changed me. I am not saying I am in love, but I certainly feel different.”
“How does Jase feel? Does he want to do it again with someone else?”
I didn’t mention him doing it with his mum. “He says not; he says he only wants to go with me, but Jase is not stupid. He knows how I feel about it and is hardly likely to tell me that he wants to go with other girls.”
“Was I that bad at it that he won’t even think about going with me again? Crumbs, that is a bit of an ego blow.”
“Oh no, Bren, don’t be silly. No, not at all; you were brilliant. He loved shagging you; it is just, he doesn’t just want sex.” He probably does; he’s a boy after all. “He just enjoys it more when it is part of a relationship. You were great; no one would have guessed it was your first time.”