Fall
Copyright© 2021 by Mark Gander
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Frank Geist discovers that, yes, you can go home again, and sometimes find something that you missed out on by being away. In his case, this includes his own sister, old flames, and his twin daughters, aged fourteen.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Incest Brother Sister Cousins InLaws MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Analingus First Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Petting Pregnancy Squirting
I don’t know when I fell asleep, watching Willow on the TV with my family ... my much larger, loving, reunited family. I just know that I awoke to kisses on my lips and cheeks, followed by fingers running through my hair and my beard. I was in my master bedroom, in bed, and not alone by any means. I was naked, but under the covers, of course, and the bedroom door was closed at least. It was dimly lit, and that only by the Sun coming in through the blinds.
I really had to piss, but thankfully, there was a master bathroom with a full vanity inside said bedchamber, so I could expect some privacy right then. I chuckled to myself as I recalled the old joke about why beer went through your body so fast, that it didn’t have to stop to change color. I washed my hands without turning on the lights, going almost by autopilot right then, at which point I finally reached for the switch so I wouldn’t have to shower in the dark.
“Hey, stranger,” Mary’s voice was rather distinct as she pulled me closer for a kiss.
“Hey you, neighbor,” I teased her as I turned on the jets and she slipped into the shower with me.
“Last night ... we didn’t get to do anything ... hell, almost none of us did anything with you but Bella, though I don’t resent why. Those nieces and that nephew ... so sweet, so precious. Still, I have some catching up to do in the sex department, don’t I? You fucked Lyle’s girlfriend, but not his wife yet,” Mary drew me in for another kiss and groped my package while we washed each other clean, “I see that you’re still very happy to see me.”
“Yeah, well, wedding bands tend to matter little to him,” I told Mary as I caressed her bottom under the hot water and lathered her up some more.
“He sounds more enlightened than most people, then,” Mary encouraged my adulterous lust as I felt her up.
“Are you sure that you and Kelly aren’t kin? I always wondered, what with the dark hair and dark tan, that kind of thing. And the raw sensuality, very earthy and erotic,” I asked Mary as I cupped her buns for a moment, and followed that with her tits.
“Well, truth be told, we’re half-sisters ... it took me a while to find out, because I had my own suspicions, but I could never get any confirmation. The olive skin sticks out in particular, doesn’t it? It seems that Mom had an affair with one Mendi Gashi, father of none other than Kelly Gashi, and I was the result. Evidently, my parents ... my legal parents had something called a ‘lavender marriage,’ if you grasp my meaning,” Mary laughed as she knelt to suck my cock for a little while.
“Oh ... God ... oh, fucking, hell, yes!” I groaned as I felt Mary’s magical lips and tongue on my dick.
I waited for her to stand up for a moment and catch her breath ... and let me catch mine, before I asked her, “You mean a marriage of convenience to hide one’s true sexuality?”
“Precisely. Dad ... was gay and closeted, of course. He encouraged Mom to sleep with Mr. Gashi because ... well, it took care of her needs and produced me. A child he could claim as proof that he was straight when he wasn’t. This went on for years ... and Kelly’s mom was actually rather understanding. She was the cool sister and evidently rubbed off on most of her family.
“Robyn was ... well, there were rumors that she liked girls more than guys, and that she had an affair with your mother ... there was other talk, largely to the effect that Alan, her husband, ... confronted her and your mother, and this led to a threesome or two ... or ten. Evidently, your father didn’t take things quite as well,” Mary rolled her eyes before she resumed giving me head.
“Yeah, that sounds like Dad. The deal with Mom is a bit shocking, but so be it ... they had issues and divorce was probably not far off in any case. He wasn’t pure as driven snow, either. He was caught with his pants down more than once, especially with ladies from the church choir and at least one pianist. Being minister of music had a very different meaning for him, I guess. He also got one Sunday School teacher removed for being gay, I might add,” I coughed as I felt that wonderful mouth on my prick.
“Yep,” was all that Mary said as she let my cock pop out of her.
I thought back to when I was fourteen and got caught peeping on Mary, Sally, Kelly, and Bella at the pool just after it reopened. Kelly spotted me first and ran over to the fence, where she took off her top and bared her breasts in front of me. Damn, those tits gave me a serious hard-on, as they were perky, if still small back then. The girls all noticed and flashed me in turns, which caused me to turn beet-red and flee.
“Thinking of when Kelly took off her top? Yeah, that was fun. You were so adorable, the shyness and all that, plus we felt badly that you lost your parents, too. It was as rough on you guys as it was on us. And frankly, your boner didn’t hurt ... somehow, it grew faster than the rest of you. So, yeah, after that, it really became a project. We were already keen on you, anyway, but this put things into gear. It became a priority to seduce you,” Mary confessed as she bent over for me and let me slide my dick inside her deliciously juicy twat.
“Yes, well, it was a lot better than middle or high school, I can tell you that. My lab partner either really hated or really liked me, and I could never tell for sure. Why else be that damn quiet around me and stare at me constantly like I had a second head? My chemistry teacher assured me that Kim ‘didn’t bite,’ but that turned out to be the least of my worries in eighth grade.
“Another girl read aloud how much she wanted me dead. Yeah, seriously! Her essay was titled ‘Death To Frank Geist.’ The teacher laughed it off because it was a girl that wrote it, not a guy, and in her words, ‘girls don’t kill guys, but the other way around.’ I didn’t report it to the principal because I’m not a snitch and the teacher would have backed her up, anyway. Aunt Erica was livid when she found out later, though. She called up the parents and demanded an explanation. They hung up on her and that was the end of it.
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