They just seemed closer than normal siblings. My wife and her brother spent a lot of time together, traveled together, and seemed to be always sharing a secret that no one else knew about. I had wanted to come right out and ask her, but it always seemed like a subject I was not included in and should avoid. Finally, after a particularly intimate moment, I just came out with it.
"Have you ever had sex with your brother?" I asked directly, maybe even too blunt. She actually blushed, which is unusual for her, and she got quiet. The question seemed to actually daze her.
Finally, after a very long and pregnant pause, she said, "Is it that obvious?" Her answer stunned me. We just stood there looking at one another for a long moment and waited for the other person to speak.
Finally, she did. "We are a very close family," she said calmly. Again, I didn't know what to say. "We always use condoms," she said, as if she was describing what they had for dinner. After that we didn't speak again until she said, "On my eighteenth birthday my brother gave me the gift of a lifetime."
The strangest thing that afternoon was not what she had told me, that was enough, truly, but how I reacted was the most surprising part of it. Instead of being appalled, I was terribly turned on by it all. It was like an exciting sexual secret I was one of the only persons let in on. The fact that she had sex with her brother, maybe other members of her family, turned me on like nothing had before. It was amazing, and it opened up a part of her that was exciting beyond belief and I was surprised by my response.
"When you travel together?" I asked, looking for more information.
"We fucked our way across Europe," she said with a chuckle, just as a matter of fact remark. "He has screwed me looking at the Eiffel Tower," she announced with a straightforward pride. "He has fucked me at the Louvre," she said casually. "He has fucked me in a crowd at Buckingham Palace." She smiled, as if she had just revealed a great personal accomplishment.
"I have been Mrs. John Chambers at hotels across Asia, the Pacific, and throughout the US. Honestly, he is the best lover I have ever had, except for Dad. Mother is good, better than my sister, who is too shy, but still better than any other woman I have ever been with. Like I said, We are a very close family." She smiled. "Dad let John go first, like a badge of honor, then my sister, then Mom, then finally Dad.
"He is the best, by far. Not the biggest, that would be John, but big enough. When I go home to visit, I sleep with Dad first, then Mom, Sally, and finally with John." She was casual, as if describing a sitting arrangement at Thanksgiving dinner.
"Dad usually fucks me all night. Mom, just an hour or two, but Sally and John take up the slack. Are you saying you have never fucked your mother?" she asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Do they make you come?" I asked because she had had trouble with that over the years.
"Oh, God, yes," she replied openly. "That is a family gift. Father is best, of course, but John is good, Mother likes eating pussy, and even Sally can give a girl a mean orgasm." I listened like she was talking about athletic skills, fascinated by the closeness of this family.
"On my twenty-first birthday Father took me to Budapest and we had sex on the Rhein for six days, never leaving our cabin except to eat and occasionally get exercise." She went on to describe the sex they had in great detail, explaining positions he taught her, ways he made her come, and things she did to him he had shown her.
"Did you have oral?" I asked, amazed at what I was hearing.
"Yes, of course. Dad gave me my first oral orgasm, and taught me to give head. The first time I ever swallowed," she said, "it was Dad's cum. He taught me how to prolong a man's climax, to deep throat, and to give a hummer. I would not know anything if it wasn't for him. Mother taught me how to eat pussy, to find the G-spot, and to make some women squirt. Everything I know I owe to them. Dad showed me how to drink cum from out of a rubber," she said gleefully.
Her brother I had suspected, but father, mother, and sister? I was dumbfounded. "When was the last time you had sex with one of them?" I asked, totally agog at that point.
"Last Friday," she said as nonchalant as if she was describing a picnic in the park. I asked who she was with. "All of them," she said. "We had an orgy. They each fucked me, or they ate me for my thirtieth birthday. Dad and John did a double on me. Do you know what that is?"