The Family Tradition [a lesbian orgy incest story]

*[This is a work of fiction]*

The Tremaine family was known for several things in their small town:

First, for being overwhelmingly full of women. It was almost unnatural, some had said, how female-dominated they were. Even the men who married in, surrendered their surnames and adopted the Tremaine name to continue the legacy.

Second, for their overwhelming love of each other. Most of the kids in town left for a coastal city the second they turned eighteen, often never looking back. But many of the Tremaine brood stayed behind, and those that left to pursue careers and lives elsewhere never strayed far, often returning every other month and bringing life back to their otherwise dull town.

Third, for their overwhelmingly large estate. The Tremaines were the among the oldest family this side of the Northeast, their manor lasting through multiple generations. The estate was usually bustling with activity, a cacophony of laughter and chatter. But around the time someone in the family turned eighteen, the entire estate turned completely silent for over a month. Save for several of its members coming in and out to attend to their day jobs, the usually busy Tremaine mansion was seemingly devoid of activity, as if it had started hibernating.

It had been a week since Serena Tremaine’s eighteenth birthday, and she was practically vibrating with anticipation. She celebrated her actual birthday with her entire extended family, joking with her brother and her uncles, sipping beer from her aunty’s cup, chasing her little cousins all around their giant yard. It was magical, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited for the actual coming-of-age ceremony to come.

The day before, all the men and children of the family boarded onto three vans and looked forward to spending a month in the lake house; they were grateful for Serena having a summer birthday, making it easier to relocate and accommodate for everyone’s schedules.

Once the house was cleared out except for them, the older Tremaine women commenced with Serena’s private ceremony in the manor’s living room.

Every woman, from her cousins to her sister-in-law, began stripping Serena of her clothing until she was as naked as the day she was born. Her skin glowed in the daylight, and her mother told her so as she approached to rub Serena’s body in oil. It was a modernized take on an older family recipe, smelling of dried roses and mixed with a shimmer that left her skin as luminous as it was soft. Her older sister, who had flown in from another country just to see this first-hand, undid Serena’s braids and combed the oil through her blonde waves. “You’re so pretty, sissy,” she whispered in Serena’s ear. She blushed; she felt like a goddess.

Once they deemed her properly prepared, the other women began undressing each other and rubbing each other down in the same way.

Then, Florence Tremaine, the matriarch of the family and Serena’s grandmother, sat down in the center of the room on their ornate sofa. She was beautiful even at her age, salt-and-pepper hair flowing down and nearly touching her dusty nipples. She didn’t wear a speck of makeup other than her red lipstick, emphasizing her plump lips and deep brown eyes.

Florence’s eldest daughter and Serena’s aunt, Caroline Tremaine, sat to her left. Aunt Caroline was known throughout the house for her booming laugh and playful nature. But here, with her larger breasts and thick thighs on full display, Serena couldn’t help but imagine what she’d look like on top of her. To Grandmother Florence’s right sat Serena’s mother. Serena couldn’t help but swallow at the sight of her sweet mommy smiling fondly at her while she leaned back and gave Serena a full view of her pussy.

“Enjoying the view?” One of her cousins said behind her, and Serena flushed red as the entire room burst into giggles.

“Don’t lie Angie, you were drooling when it was your turn last month,” she heard her sister say.

“Yeah, but so is Serena. Except, the drool isn’t coming from her mouth.” Serena clenched her thighs together as the women laughed again.

Truthfully, as embarrassed as she was, she wasn’t as nervous or anxious as she would be had anyone else said that. She felt safe here, in her home with all the women she loved most in the world.

This was the truth of the Tremaine family: that when a woman came of age, she would spend a month as a free-use pussy for all the other women in the family to do with as they wanted, when they wanted. It both celebrated womanhood and strengthened the bond between the family’s female members, ensuring that they remained loyal to each other no matter what other worldly temptations came their way.

“She’s so pretty though,” Serena heard another of her cousins, Alana, say. Alana had her ceremony earlier this year as well despite being twenty-three already. She had come into her womanhood later, and the family of course celebrated her transition from Alexander to Alana. “Her tits are so cute.”

“You’ll get your turn with them soon. Alana,” her grandmother said, “as will all of you.” Her grandmother held such a presence in their family, able to command any room she walked into, a pillar of strength that Serena had admired all her life. “But right now, our Serena must first start her womanly journey by servicing her elders. Are you ready, girl?”

Serena licked her lips and nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”

Florence Tremaine’s red lips curled into a smirk.

“Good. Then let the ceremony commence.”

As if in a trance, Serena dropped to her hands and knees. She crawled toward her grandmother, her hips swaying in the air as her other family members looked on in blatant arousal. She drank in the attention, savoring the eyes on her. This was what the next month was going to be like, she thought to herself; her pussy tightened at the thought.

When Serena reached her grandmother, she kissed the older woman’s knees softly–asking for permission, just like she was taught. “Smart girl,” her grandmother said. The woman spread her legs slowly, and Serena looked on like a man starved in the desert.

She needed no further instruction and dived in, licking at her grandmother’s folds. Florence hissed at the contact, her fingers finding their way to Serena’s hair and pressing her forward.

Faintly, she remembered something her mother told her the night before. Her own mother’s head was between Serena’s legs, showing her exactly how to best pleasure her grandmother. Sex wasn’t allowed before the official ceremony, but that didn’t mean her mother couldn’t lick at Serena’s pussy through her yoga pants, leaving the crotch of the fabric damp with saliva and Serena’s wetness. ‘Remember this honey,’ her mother said in between licks, ‘your grandmother’s a little older now, so she doesn’t like to be penetrated. Be gentle, slow circles, don’t be shy with the clit.” Her mother demonstrated for her in full detail, until Serena was screaming and squirting through her leggings.

Just like her mother taught her, Serena used her hands to spread her grandmother’s sensitive pussy, licking her folds and occasionally tracing her clit with her tongue.

“Oh, oh my God that’s it, that’s a good girl,” her grandmother whispered. The praise had Serena melting, had her eating her grandmother out with more enthusiasm.

“Looks like she forgot about us, Sadie,” her Aunt Caroline said. Serena didn’t realize she had her eyes closed but when she opened them, she nearly choked at the sight of her busty aunt fingering herself watching her.

“Oh, leave her alone Carrie. Mom deserves love too.” Serena looked to her other side, where her own mother was rubbing at her clit.

“We can’t have that,” her grandmother said above her. Without another word, the older woman took Serena’s hands and guided her left hand to her Aunt’s pussy, and her right hand to her mother’s. “I can’t enjoy myself if my girls aren’t.”

They didn’t need to tell Serena twice. Her fingers easily slipped inside the two women’s pussies, already wet as she scissored her fingers in tandem. Behind her she heard gasping and moaning, and she wanted so badly to turn around and see her beautiful family pleasuring each other just as she was.

Her aunt and mother moaned in unison, their walls clenching down on her fingers as she thrusted them in and out. She felt delirious, fucking her aunt who practically raised her, fucking her mother and the hole she came from. The thought of that had her whimpering, her own pussy dripping, untouched.

“I’m glad you’re having fun sweetie, but don’t forget why you’re here,” her grandmother said, pulling her face back into her grandmother’s pussy with a hand on the back of her head. She was briefly disoriented, suddenly drowning in her grandmother’s juices, until she remembered where she was and began sucking on her clit like it was what she was made to do.

All around her she heard moaning as her elders came undone, as the rest of her family began fucking each other, too turned on to contain themselves anymore.

“So good, Serena baby, you’re so fucking good,” she heard the women before her say, their voices nearly identical as they rose in pitch. She pictured her mother doing this when she was younger, pictured her fucking her sister Caroline as they rubbed each others’ pussies, pictured her grandmother leaving behind a puddle as her daughters stretched the limits of her holes.

As she added more fingers until the walls around them tightened beyond belief, as her grandmother started grinding her clit against her nose, as the women in her family expressed their vulnerability and love for each other, Serena had one single thought: she loved being a Tremaine.

It was almost cinematic, how every woman in that room reached their orgasm at nearly the same time; Serena wished she could have recorded it, how beautiful the sound was as the women around her came one by one, the sound of wetness splashing against skin and staining the rug beneath them, the smell of their sweat and oil and roses and come permeating every inch of the room.

When her aunt and mother came down from their highs and they relinquished their grips on her fingers, she pulled them out and saw that the skin of her fingers had wrinkled during the process. She leaned back, breathless as she licked her grandmother’s juices from her lips.

“Oh dear,” her grandmother said, her elegant face flushed and messy, “looks like one of us didn’t get to have as much fun.”

Her grandmother pressed her toe against Serena’s still throbbing pussy, making her whine. She wanted to rub it against her grandmother’s leg and come on her skin like the family dog.

“Don’t worry, baby,” her grandmother laughed. Serena felt it again, the feeling of her family’s eyes on her, hungry and starved. She shuddered. “We still have the rest of the month to ourselves.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v7na0k/the_family_tradition_a_lesbian_orgy_incest_story