Chapter 1

I first met Loribeth via an online forum, run by Jocelyn Doggett, dedicated to incest. She commented favourably on a purely fictional story I had submitted, suggesting that we continue the conversation via Google Hangouts. We exchanged several nude photos, hers taken by and including her teenage daughter Crystal.

It seems that Loribeth was on a mission to ensure that no member of her extended family remained a virgin beyond their 14th birthday; this is her story:

It was December 2018, Timmy was just 14, still a virgin and painfully shy around girls.

I got home from a very dull Friday at school to find two gorgeous females sitting on our sofa, drinking tea.

“Say hello to your cousins,” said Mum, pushing me forwards, “Loribeth and her daughter Crystal are over here from the States to meet the family.”

Loribeth stood up, holding out her hand - I couldn’t take my eyes off her chest, nipples fully visible on succulent high breasts inside a very tight jumper.

“Uh Hi - my name’s Timmy,” I stammered, taking her hand - she pulled me into an embrace, crushing my face into those fabulous tits.

“Why don’t you get our guests another drink,” asked Mum, seeing my obvious erection pushing up a tent in my school trousers.

I escaped to the kitchen, only to be followed by Crystal - about my age, dressed in a pink dance leotard: “I’d much rather have a Coke,” she said, standing so close behind I could smell her perfume and feel the heat from her crotch.

She slid a hand into my trousers, seeming to like what she found, but horrified that I was already leaking pre-cum into my underpants.

“I’m so sorry - I’ve never uhh had a girlfriend.”

Crystal spun me round to face her, “what - so you really are still a virgin? That’s why your Mum and Dad invited us over - to make your first time special.”

“You mean ... we can do it?”

“No - not me stupid - I’m much too young, I’m only allowed to mess with girls - but my Mum is very happy to teach you.”

GSA: Like in a dream, my cousin Crystal led me back into the front room where my mum and Loribeth were now sitting at the dining table topless, trying to draw our two family trees on a huge sheet of paper.

At the head of the sheet, it had the letters GSA in red - I looked it up on Google: ‘Girl Scouts of America’ didn’t make any sense, but then I found the correct meaning: Genetic Sexual Attraction.

We had briefly covered family trees at school that day, but this was nothing like those simple diagrams where each generation neatly gave rise to the next.