Chapter 1

I have never written a story. In fact, I had never planned to write stories at all. The thing is, this scenario has been in my head for several months now. I asked for stories with this premise, to no avail. So I decided that if there was no such story, I would write it. Perhaps now the thought will leave my head and I can move on.

Paul Jenkins was a HS senior who lived with his mom and two siblings. A shy kid, he was the archetypical geek, smart but socially awkward. His mom, Martha, was 38 and still a beautiful woman. His siblings, Mike and Emily, were fraternal twins. Their father died in a car accident when Paul was ten. All of them lived in a nice house in the suburbs, and with the father’s death insurance payout and her job they had enough to live a middle-class life.

Also, this was a special family. Martha had introduced her husband to the family love lifestyle, and later she had prepared her children for it.

Several cousins had already told him what to expect: Whenever a member of the family turned 18, he or she was initiated into the circle and was allowed to attend to the monthly parties/orgies, as well as to have individual encounters with their relatives, including mothers, fathers, siblings, etc. The only caveat was that such encounters had to be consensual and to respect a “no” was paramount.

When his siblings turned 18 he saw them leave with their mother to their first party. After their return he spent many nights listening to his brother having sex with his sister and mother, sometimes one on one, sometimes in a threesome. He was envious, but he knew that his time would arrive when he turned 18.

“Paul, we need to talk.” Said Martha, his mother.

“Yes, mom?”

“Paul, you know about our family lifestyle, do you?”

“What kind of question was that?” He thought. “With you being so noisy, how can I not know? I mean, yes mom, and I’m so excited about it. I hardly can’t wait to join.”

His mother sighed. It would not be easy to tell him the news. “Well, it makes it harder for me to say this, so I’ll say it anyway. You won’t be allowed to join.”

Paul felt like the walls of the room were falling on him.

“What? But, why? Mom, if I did something wrong, I won’t do it again, I swear!”

“That’s not it, Paul. You’re a great son and I’m very proud of you. Your dad would be very proud of you.”

“Then why?” he asked.

“Because I think you deserve a chance to be normal. To have a normal relationship, with a normal girlfriend, to break the circle.”

“But I don’t want to be normal! I want to join the family!” he insisted, almost in tears.

“Please Paul, don’t make this harder than it is. You won’t join us, and that’s final!” sentenced his mom.

Paul ran out of the room and went to the garden. There, he fell on his knees and threw up his breakfast.

“Do you like my tits, bro? A pity you won’t ever touch them” sing-songed Emily. She was the archetypical high-school cheerleader, blonde, slender and big-titted. Her 18-year-old body was barely covered by her cheerleading uniform.