Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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It was the middle of summer and I was lost.
No doubt about it, I was living the script of one of those classic horror flicks where a series of things goes wrong, leaving me alone and vulnerable in a strange land.
Ok a bit melodramatic perhaps, but I was in rural France, which may as well be a strange land, as I had never been to this location before. I had picked up a hire car at the small provincial airport and set the sat-nav for my intended destination, only for it to cut-out around an hour in to my journey, well away from one of those European trunk routes.
I considered my options, and first thought of using my phone to guide me using Google Maps. Only two things wrong with that. First lack of data. Second my phone had about 3% battery on it anyway, and the only charger I had needed a wall socket.
My next option was to ask for directions. My French is not great so I thought of downloading a translation App with my remaining battery.
Then I realised I was being dumb. The same problems would exist - lack of data - and I was also concerned about wasting my remaining battery power to do a download.
Pigeon French it was then.
I managed to find a small garage. I did my best to converse, asking for directions to where I was heading. I understand "droit and gauche" as right and left so was hopeful, but my hopes were soon dashed as the garçon did his best to live up to the stereotype and just gave a gallic shrug, muttering something like "I don't understand" in French.
I'm sure he did. He just wanted to stick it to the foreigner.
So I set off again. Only now its getting dark, in an area of no street lights or road signs. I began to panic and started blindly turning left and right, and following any light source I could spy. As I said, hopelessly lost without a clue where I was.
Then I spotted a dwelling. Lights on. Better still, as I approached I noted a sign which said "maison des invités" or guest house. This I knew.
I pulled the car in to the small drive and approached the door and knocked.
I did my best to ask if they had a vacancy when the door was opened ajar by a man, but he promptly just closed the door on me, only for it to be reopened about 20 seconds later by a young woman. If I had to guess I would have said 19 or 20. Despite my panic, I was not oblivious to the fact that she was also stunning.
The girl spoke some English, from her schooling she said, and to my relief I was happy to hear they had a room and could direct me in the morning. In fact it seemed I was the only guest.
I checked-in, dumped my bags in a spacious room at the back of the property, with a huge bed, and then returned to a small dining area for some food. I was all manners and politeness, but conversation was tough with the girl acting as translator for presumably her dad, and her mother, who I also noticed was an extremely attractive, sexy woman.
We exchanged small pleasantries as best we could while the elder woman cooked. I could not help but notice the way they kept looking at me, then at each other and smiling. It felt liked I was being appraised. And indeed I was.
The woman, Veronique, had a fantastic pair of tits and a curvaceous body - she reminded me of Kelly Brook in both looks and shape - voluptuous. The younger woman, Chloe, had a look of Megan Fox (I shit you not, this was one hot family - the old man, Jacque, could have passed for Clooney).
Chloe was definitely flirtatious. She was sat batting her eyelids, pouting and playing with her hair as we attempted to chat, but it was Veronique who grabbed my full attention when she served up my food in front of me. She was wearing a loose fitting checked shirt, like a cowboy shirt, probably her husbands. She didn't put the plate down from behind me, over my shoulder, or from one side, she reached across from the opposite side of the table, leaning forward, her eyes watching my own and where they focussed as she did so. I was staring transfixed at her tits, free swinging inside the shirt, fully on show due to the loose collar and the top buttons being unfastened. I could see her nipples and the sheen of sweat, caused by the hot stove, glistening on her mounds. And she could see me looking. When I looked up she held my gaze and smiled. I blushed and looked away sharpish only to see Chloe and Jacque both giggling at my discomfort.
My cock twitched under the table at the image of those swollen mounds, as I silently ate my food. All the while being observed by 3 pairs of eyes.
I was asked if I would like some wine with my food, and I asked for a glass of red. It was Chloe's turn to put on a show now. There was a rack of red wines in the corner of the dining room, but rather than take one from the top or at chest height, Chloe bent forward, with her legs perfectly straight to select a bottle from the bottom rows. The small mini skirt she barely wore rose half way up her buttocks, revealing her briefs and the narrow slit of her pussy pocketed by the gusset. It was also obvious that she was wet. The cloth was stained damp, slightly darker than the rest of the briefs. I almost choked at the vista before me, and then promptly spluttered when she turned her head back to look at me as she slid the bottle from its resting place and asked me in a heavy French accent "do you like za look of zis."
They all laughed. They were toying with me and teasing me and were loving every minute of my embarrassment.
She stood and straightened her skirt, before opening the bottle and reaching across me to pour me a glass. One of her breasts brushing my shoulder and arm. Involuntarily I shivered at not only the caress of her flesh, but also her scent. She was intoxicating.
I drank like I had a fever, and my glass was never empty long.
I drank the bottle in less than half an hour, and a second one was opened. I was feeling light headed now and warm, horny and relaxed.
I was ushered in to the living room and given a soft seat and left alone with Jacque while the ladies disappeared.
We didn't speak. I just raised my glass in mock toast to him thinking "you jammy bastard", while wondering what the fuck was going on.
I nearly dropped my glass when the ladies reappeared. They had both changed in to nightgowns. Chloe, wore a short t-shirt type affair with a big pair of red lips on the front, and Veronique was in an almost sheer teddy. Their figures doing justice to both garments. Long smooth legs protruding beneath them, with petite feet decorated with painted nails. Ample, shapely breasts tenting the cloth out in front of them, nipples threatening to bore holes through the material, given that neither were wearing any bra.
Actually, make that neither wore any underwear at all; which became apparent when they both sat opposite me on a sofa and raised their legs off the floor beside them.
There was not enough material to adequately shade their cunts from view with their legs bent.
