Chapter 5: A New Sense of Family

Laurel cuddled in front of me. She was naked, and so was I. My cock was still inside her body and we were having a contest to see how long it could stay inside her after I’d cum. She whispered to me, “I really love doing this with you. I do love you.” She kissed me and added, “Jim was pretty nice, too.”

Wow! What a revelation that was. It sounded like a monogamous statement, but we’d talked enough for me to know that I finally came up to the same level as few other men in her life. I also loved Laurel, and I told her so.

Penny and Jim were on the opposite sofa in a similar configuration – naked after having a lovely fuck. They were my sister and her fiancé. The wedding was in June, about seven months away.

Penny said, “Jim and I talked this over yesterday, and we’d like you two to be in the wedding.”

Jim said, “Given your love of your sister, I’d like you to be my best man.”

I was astounded with the request. It was unexpected and out of the blue.

“Errr, not to disown her, but she’s my adopted sister so this really wasn’t incest that we were doing the past few days, although...”

Jim chuckled, “Oh, I know that, but I want to be sure we repeat what happen this week, and I thought your participation in the wedding might cement that part of our relationship. Plus, I guess you two will be getting engaged and married sometime in the future.”

I glanced down at Laurel. She whispered to me, “You’d better tell him about us.”

I took a deep breath. “Penny. Jim. I need to confess to a charade that Laurel and I have been having on you and especially my mom and dad this week.”

Penny guessed, “You’re not really boyfriend and girlfriend?”

Laurel said, “Good guess, but not quite accurate. We are very good friends and we even love each other, but there’s a lot more to go with it.”

I said, “The ‘more’ is that there are six other people that are also in the relationship with us – three guys: Ross, Ryan, and Cecil, and three other women: Amy, Eva, and Claire. We all like each other a lot and have intense and open relationships with each other. I’m the newest member of the group. We live together in Laurel’s rooming house.”

Penny said slowly, “And, you all are intimate together?”

I nodded and added, “Yes, but I’m not into guys. We do sometimes do things in the same room, just like this.” I gestured between the four of us.

Jim said, “That is sooooo cool.”

Laurel added, “No possessiveness, no exclusivity, very few boundaries, and no jealousy. I might add that we are an exceptionally horny houseful of people.”

Penny speculated, “More than swingers or fuck buddies?”

“Yes, although things kind of started that way for me. We’re a polyamorous family of eight people. Based on this week with you, we gave ourselves hall passes to play with others outside our group.”

Laurel nodded, “We always have the freedom, without guilt, to play with others outside the house. We could even date, fall in love, and marry them, too. This visit proved to be a great week for Matt and me. I expect that a couple of others in the house will have had some sexual experiences outside our group over this holiday too.”

Penny rolled her eyes. “Where do we sign up? That sounds so nice.”

I laughed and told her, “You’ll have to start your own group. You said that you’d had some sharing experiences with another couple. Find some other horny people that you could live with, and then combine residences in some way. I suppose there are even ways to advertise.”

Penny asked me, “Would you go back to a monogamous lifestyle?”

“No, at least that’s the answer for me for now. I could even see our group raising kids in this lifestyle. The hippie communes from the ‘60s and ‘70’s seem like role models for that in some ways. I don’t want to grow my own granola, however.”

As I spoke, I saw Laurel nodding that she agreed with me.

As we lay there with our significant others, Jim and Penny quizzed us about our group – our family or our circle of friends. Laurel did a lot of the explaining, talking about how the group sex thing had started for her as a California girl, and then how she imported it to New England.

I slept with my ‘kid sister’ for the last night of Thanksgiving holiday. In the morning, Laurel and I went and said goodbye to my parents over breakfast that my aging mother prepared at her insistence. We then got on the road to head back to Boston on Sunday morning.

Laurel teased after we were on the Interstate, “So, how did you like fucking your sister?”

I laughed, “Well, it was great. I always cared for Penny, but never thought of her in a sexual way until this trip. She was always so much younger until now. And, to make a point, she’s not a blood relative. Mom and dad kind of rescued her in a private adoption from a bad situation that would have left her an orphan.”

Laurel also got me talking about my true feelings for each of the other people in the house. I was in a communicative mood and, since everything I had to say was positive and complimentary, I waxed eloquent about everyone, including her.

Despite my interest in computers and artificial intelligence, I had an interest in being a detective. A friend’s father worked for the local police department, and he’d coached me about studying people and noting not only their physical characteristics, but also about understanding how they thought and picking up on what was important to them. He’d taught me how to interview people and get them to reveal ‘secrets’.

I laugh about it as an adult, but many of the things I learned back then had stuck. When I met somebody new, I often got them talking about themselves so that I could learn about their basic nature. Of course, I’d done that with each of my housemates.

When I asked, “How was your day?” I never accepted a response of ‘Fine.’ Instead, I learned to ask better questions. “Hey, Cecil, what worries you most as a Brit working in one of the world’s top music schools?” Those open-ended questions would get a person thinking and talking about some of the things on their minds.

The discussion Laurel and I had about her two-hundred questions led to open-ended revelations by each of us, and set the stage for drilling deeper into each other’s head.

One question I asked Laurel during our drive home, “You said you were a slut in high school and college – your words, not mine. What did you actually do? How much of that has stuck with your current attitudes and behaviors?” My question ended up with Laurel giving me a pretty complete description of her sex life from the time she lost her virginity until today. With my follow-up questions and comments, we had that discussion until we drove into Massachusetts as we headed east.

The problem with two people in their mid-twenties talking about sex, is that they become rabidly horny as each second passes. We both confessed our desire to each other as I plowed ahead on the Mass Turnpike, somehow managing to consistently drive about ten miles-per-hour over the speed limit all the way to Boston. Thanks to the favorable weather, there were no bad traffic backups.

I drove the car into the tiny parking lot for the house that held only two cars, and then Laurel and I practically ran into the house without greeting any of our housemates. We were naked and in Laurel’s bed less than two minutes later, and frantically fucking less then thirty seconds after that. I was sure we were being laughed at by the others.

I brought Laurel off first with our fucking, and then going down on her, and then when I finished up with my own ejaculation deep into her sexy body. We were also making out like crazy. When we came down from our highs, we were both still horny only it was no longer an emergency. We threw on some sweats and went back downstairs. I still had luggage to bring in from the car for the two of us.

I found our suitcases and Laurel’s hang-up clothes in the hallway on the first floor. Cecil was there with Eva and they were both laughing. He said, “My parents used to tell me that sex was never an emergency, but I think I need to tell them that there may be exceptions to their rule.”

Eva was also laughing, “You were really needy after driving for seven hours. What happened?”

Laurel blushed, “We talked about having sex with various people for about half the drive home. We were worked up.”

“Horny is what you mean. You’ve inspired us.” Eva laughed.

I said, “And, we’re still horny.”

Amy appeared in the hallway with Ryan behind her, “Oh, good. More to go around after dinner.”

Laurel said, “Matt and I want the sex tonight to be with everyone in one room. Is that all right with everybody?”

No one contested the idea and there were smiles all around the group. Ross and Claire had also come into the hallway from the living room.

I moved to carry some of our luggage upstairs, and Ryan and Ross leapt at the opportunity to help us. There being three of us made the duty only one trip up to the third floor.

No one had prepared a dinner plus it was a Sunday night. We put together a pizza and sub order and texted it to our favorite shop. We broke out some wine, and an hour later we were all sitting around the dinner table sharing our Thanksgiving experiences.

Laurel really broke the ice when she ratted me out. “Matt fucked his kid sister, and I was with her fiancée.”

After a round of laughter and applause, there was a flurry of questions for the two of us. I tried to rationalize away Penny being my ‘sister’ but all my points were dismissed as irrelevant. Everyone seemed pleased with the pseudo-incest. The guys wanted me to invite her to come and visit. I did show them pictures on my iPad that we’d taken that showed Penny and Jim at our Thanksgiving meal. They were more impressed with the X-rated pictures I’d taken later that same night when Penny and I, and Laurel and Jim, were all fucking back at my sister’s home. I wondered if my parents even suspected what might be going on. Penny had been very affectionate and I’d tried to remain aloof.

Laurel had me talk about how we spent every night fucking away in a rather erotic MFMF situation with my relative and her boyfriend. Nobody else in the house had an out-of-house experience as she’d speculated.