[M/M/F/F] The Move-In, Part 1: Laying the Ground Rules (Incest)

(NOTE: This is completely fiction, and my first attempt at erotica, so please leave any constructive criticism you have in the comments!)

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I’m Kayla, and I’m 18 years-old. Due to a number of unsettling reasons, that I won’t dive into for your own sake, my biological parents were not deemed fit, in a court of law, to continue to hold custody over me.

Despite the fact that I’m technically a legal adult, I’m still a high school senior, so after going through a long list of failed potential candidates, the court sent me to live with my aunt and uncle on my mother’s side…two people I can only remember through family photos from decades ago.

Because of this, I was fairly nervous around the situation. My past has given me plenty of reasons to hold trust issues, and that hasn’t changed given the situation I’m in now. Especially the fact that my aunt’s sister, my mother, is the main reason for those trust issues.

Nevertheless, I arrived at the house a week later after the decision was made. Walking up on the doorstep, and seeing my reflection on the church-esque windows on either side of the door, I immediately got the sense that I didn’t belong here.

I took in my features in the window. My dirty locks of curly dark brown hair, my tan skin, my deep set brown eyes, cracked lips, and thin frame. All symptoms of the malnurishment I was forced to endure during my upbringing.

I sheepishly knocked the door, letting my skinny fingers, balled up in a fist, meet the polished wood three times. I waited a second…

The door opened, slowly and surely, I was greeted by the face of a woman, wearing a light pink thong and a tank top. I knew her to be the woman from the family photos, but she looked different. Her curvy, yet toned figure was not the one I knew from what I’ve seen of my mother’s teenage years. However, the warm smile, the sleak light brown hair with blonde highlights pulled up into a bun, and the glowing blue eyes all checked out.

“Hi, aunt Marcum,” I said, with a sheepish smile. Maybe it was her intimidating beauty, or just not wanting to be too casual, but I couldn’t bring myself to address her by her first name.

“Well, you must be Kayla,” she said, opening the door more and sliding over to the side of the doorway, giving me room to step inside, “We were just getting ready to eat breakfast. Have you had anything to eat yet?” She asked, with honest concern.

“Not yet,” I answered, to which my hollow stomach answered with an agreeing growl.

“Well, let’s get you a seat at the table, and we’ll get you as much as you want,” my aunt said, “and for the future, just call me Jen, Jenny, aunt Jen…whatever you like,” she said with a smile before leading me into the kitchen. I don’t know if it was envy, attraction, or both, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her full hips and her butt cheeks hanging out the back of her thong. I noticed at the door that her breasts were extremely perky as well. “I can’t be related to this woman,” I thought, silently to myself.

Everything in the kitchen was a sight to be hold. A stack of pancakes in the center of the table, surrounded with scrambled eggs, buttered roles, sausage, gravy, bacon, anything. Towards the left, the pantry was open, and it was noticably full. Reaching inside, pulling out the syrup was a man…wearing nothing…wait, I had to take a double take. Yup, he was naked alright. I still couldn’t believe my eyes, as he turned towards us, cock swinging side to side, his lean, muscular frame on full display.

“Jacob!” yelled Aunt Jen, “I told you to dress modestly for Kayla, we’re not trying to scare her away!”

With that statement, it immediately dawned upon me that this woman’s idea of mosest was a tank top and a thong. Oh god, what have I just walked into.

We sat down, and ate breakfast. Jacob, who I learned was my 21-year-old cousin, had gone up to put some close down, and came back to join us in some loose fitting boxers and a white t-shirt. I also learned my uncle, Scott, was off at work.

After finishing breakfast, Jen pulled me aside into the living room. We sat next to eachother on the leather couch in front of the fireplace, as she looked me in the eyes.

“So, I’m sure you’re a little flustered right now, so I figured we should go over the ground rules of this house,” which go as follows…

1. Nudity is greatly encouraged, but not required. They believe it to be the most natural state, both physically and sexually.

2. Embracing sexual urges is also encouraged, and there are very few limits how you can go about dealing with them.

3. As long as they consent, anyone in the house can be used to help with these urges. In fact, sex is also encouraged.

“So, it’s kind of like a nudist…free use thing?” I asked, partially in shock. I won’t lie, I was excited by the prospect, but equally intimidated. I became increasingly aware of my thin, malnourished body in comparison to the two near-naked ones I had seen already today.

“Exactly,” Jen said, “Don’t feel forced to join in on the fun right away, but whenever you’re ready, we’ll be waiting with open arms!”

I certainly wasn’t ready to join in on ‘the fun’ quite yet, but to my own surprised, I was far and away more excited than I was disgusted by the idea of joining a nudist family, and I couldn’t wait to see what was in store.

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Coming soon….

The Move-In, Part 2: Joining the Fun

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