[M/M/F/F] The Move-In, Part 3: Needing More Time (Incest)

I stepped out of my room, naked as the day I was born, my newfound curves unrestricted. It was an intoxicating feeling of excitement, nervousness, and empowerment that surged in a spark between my legs.

Confidently, I turned right towards the staircase, my bare feet taking in the feeling of the carpet between my toes. Once down the stairs, I stepped into the kitchen, to see the two Marcum boys waiting while Aunt Jen made breakfast.

Not one garment was shared between the four of us in this room. Cocks and tits on full display as we exchanged good mornings; me sitting down between the two men.

Jacob looked me up and down, telling me I looked great, and I returned the favor. He was a good looking guy, and one of the most exciting parts of joining the fun. He stood tall, about 6’2” with short dirty blonde hair. His broad shoulders highlighted his long arms and lean torso, with not a speck of hair on his beautifully crafted upper body.

My eyes made it down his body, noticing his hand wrapped around his girthy cock, as he likely stroked it to half-mast. While his upper body was lean, everything about what was below was thick and I loved it. His thighs and glutes were massive, perfectly complimenting his long legs. His cock, now upright between them was about average length, but I think I’d struggle to fit my hand around it.

Eye-fucking wasn’t enough though. I wanted to test that theory though, as I scooted my chair closer to Jacob. “May I?” I asked, brushing my hand against his thigh, and giving him the most sultry tone and look I could muster.

“Only if I can return the favor,” Jacob returned. I giggled in response, nodding my hesd slightly before I wrapped my hand around his cock. Surely enough, my theory was correct, as there was about a centimeter of space between my thumb and middle finger, as I slowly began jerking my cousin. He let out a low growl of pleasure, as I pulled his foreskin gently over his head, getting the attention of Aunt Jen, who hadn’t yet turned around to notice my state of being.

“Finally decided to join in on the fun?” She asked, in an excited tone as she continued to work on preparing breakfast.

I moaned out something that sounded like “mhmm” in response. Jacob had scooted his chair closer to me, and he was now sucking on my hard nipple as I jerked him off. He was so fucking hard in my hand, snd my legs were starting to quiver as I sped up the pace.

I looked over to Scott, who I noticed had set down his newspaper, and had begun enjoying the scene in front of him, as his son and niece pleasured each other. He tugged and massaged his bolbous testicles as he watched, his cock jumping as it hardened.

Fuck I was wet.

After a while, Jacob was ready to move on, and stood up from his chair, pulling me up with him by my hand. He told me to sit on the table, guiding me with my hand. I sat on the wooden table, putting my feet up, fully exposing my wet, engorged mound to him for the first time. As he got down on his knees, Jen brought breakfast to the table. Eggs, both scrambled and fried, alongside sausages and bacon, as she took her seat next to Scott, letting her own fingers wander, finding his heavy cock and jerking him as they both watched the show unfold.

Jacob positioned his mouth between my legs, spreading my lips with his fingers, and taking quick licks at my clit. It felt wonderful. I leaned back, groping my tits and closing my eyes. As I did though, unwanted visuals crossed my mind.

The sounds of my mother, bringing strangers into the house, so they could fuck her for money. Her forced moans and screams that filled the house, waking me up without fail. It was all too much. My moans quickly turned to sobs. Jacob raised his head to ask what’s wrong, but before he could get the words out, I was on my way back upstairs, tears streaming down my face. I heard concerned muttering coming from the Marcum’s in the kitchen, before shutting the door to my room behind me.

Around 30 minutes passed. My eyes were red with tears, my pillows and sheets wet. I was incredibly embarrassed. My stomach groaned in anguish, as I had been getting used to eating a full breakfast every morning.

I heard a knock, accompanied by a warm, muffled voice as they spoke through the door.

“Hey sweetie,” Aunt Jen said, “Can I come in?” she asked softly.

I let out a sniffle, followed by, “yeah,” as I saw the doorknob twist. I was laying in my bed, on my stomach, still entirely in the nude.

Jen walked in and sat next to me on the bed, her full tits bouncing as she dropped onto the sheets. She placed a hand on my back, rubbing it up and down, “do you want to talk about it?”, she asked.

I turned around and sat up next to her, her hand still caressing my back as I explained. My curly hair was sticking to my light brown skin in clumps, due to the tear residue left on my cheeks.

I finished off by telling Jen, “I think I just need more time…or maybe just need to east myself into this sex thing more.”

“Well, we’ll be there with whatever you need baby,” she said wrapping the arm that had been caressing my back around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug, “Do you want to see if it would go any better with me?”, she asked, earnestly.

Coming from anyone else this just would’ve sounded like she wanted to have sex, but coming from Aunt Jen, I could tell she only wanted to help me.

I was about to answer, before my stomach reminded us of the more pressing matters in front of us, letting out a horrible roar.

“Well, let’s tend to this after we get some food in you, alright?”, said Jen. I simply nodded in response, wiping tears away, and walking with her back downstairs.

The embarassment had washed away entirely at this point. I wasn’t quite past the experience, but I was eager to keep trying. At this point though, it was clear that filling my stomach with food was the most pressing matter.

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Coming soon…
The Move-In, Part 4: A Woman’s Touch

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