Chapter 6

Sunday, less than two days later...

“There, that’s the last of the stuff, properly moved in now,” Oswald grinned as both his luggage and Michael’s were now unpacked and occupied space in the house that I called home for so many years.

“So ... you, me, Mom, Anastassia, Oswald ... and Michael. Six adults ... sharing a home ... and bodily fluids, too,” Amy’s eyes danced as she made out with me in full view of Mom’s fiance ... Rabbi Michael Schulman.

“Yeah, about that ... your mother has her ... bucket list hall pass, and she also wanted me to accept your little ... foursome. That doesn’t mean that I’m going to join this little bacchanalia, okay? I’m not the most faithful man alive and I can’t really judge your mother, especially since I gave her that hall pass, but ... incest ... that’s a bit much for me. Besides, with all of this going on, my libido has taken a hit, you know,” the rabbi, soon to be my second and last stepfather, warned us.

“I thought that you said ‘whatever comes with the territory,’ Rabbi. We’re one flesh. If I have committed incest, so have you. It’s like Adam and Eve ... cast out of Eden together. Besides, Amy isn’t blood kindred. She’s your girlfriend’s daughter, not your own spawn. As for your sex drive, we’ll have to work on reviving it. I refuse to let you ... throw it away because I’m dying.

“I need your dick now more than ever. I need your seed. I need your body entangled with mine, your arms around me, your morning wood pressed against me at the crack of dawn. We’ll need to actually consummate the marriage, anyway. Besides, what if Anastassia wants some of that, too? I’m not doing this without you anymore.

“It’s MY bucket list, and part of what I want on it is to share my pleasures with my husband. Are you going to deny a dying woman her wish?” Mom insisted.

Then she undressed her hot and sweaty form, having helped in whatever limited ways her weak and ailing body allowed. She lifted the rabbi’s shirt above his head while gesturing for Amy to unzip his pants. Anastassia removed his shoes, leaving him naked and barefoot. Michael’s hands shook as I poured each of us some brandy and we all sipped it for liquid courage.

We knew what was down by now. Mom had been intimate with all three of us men, of course, by this point. Amy had tried us both on for size, too, Oswald and I. Obviously, we guys ... and the girls ... shared Anastassia, too. Michael, however, had not fucked anyone else in this family but Mom. That was about to change, though Mom looked at me for permission for whatever reason.

“Anastassia ... you first. I’m gonna get it on with Amy while we watch. Oswald ... enjoy Mom,” I directed them, taking command of the situation.

“Just relax ... and let it happen. I’m not too fat, am I? Or does my peach fuzz bother you?” Anastassia skillfully played up her own insecurities to make Michael seek to comfort her.

“No ... you ... you’re beautiful, a lovely young woman!” the rabbi reassured Anastassia even as he saw Oswald sliding into Mom and me doing the same to Amy right there in the living room.

“Good!” Anastassia grinned like a hungry lioness as she pushed Michael to the floor and climbed on top of him.

The next that Michael knew, Anastassia was impaled on his stiff and ready cock. She bounced eagerly up and down on him, her breasts waving rather playfully in his face, too. Her ass looked amazing as she rode him, too, mooning me rather effectively, though I was a bit busy boning my luscious Amy. My sweet sister, of course, was undeniably delicious as she pushed back at me from beneath my body with her exquisite hips and buttocks.

It was a full-on swap, of course, and Michael knew it. He grasped the significance very fast. If he signed onto this, it would mean regularly sharing three women with two other men, not just one woman like Mom. Of course, it was far too late to resist Anastassia, and with that, Michael just yielded to his carnal appetites like the rest of us.