This is very similar to my previous story: Ama Laga, but with a strong incestual twist. It contains a little bisexuality. Of course, if youâre into incest, a little cock-sucking probably wonât bother you.
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Birthday Surprise
âGrandma!â I cried, blushing as I opened her present for my eighteenth birthday. âI canât wear this! Itâs soâŚ.wellâŚsluttish.â Iâm not a prude, but it was just too much: a white dress with black poke-a-dots, strapless, low-cut and very short.
âNonsense,â replied my grandmother Suzie, âYou have such a beautiful figure, itâd be a shame not to show it off a bit. Besides which, thereâs no such thing as a slut.â
My Grandpa Bill winked at me and I blushed again. It was true that I had a nice body. I had full breasts and a pert butt and all the boys at school wanted me, though only the Prom King had had me. But, I was definitely more shy and reserved than my Grandparents.
They were anything but typical Grandparents: Barely fifty (my Grandma had my Mom at 16, and my Mom had had my twin brother Adam and I when she was just 15, you do the math), they were fit, tanned, and moved with a grace that was both athletic and sensual. I think Grandma might have even had a boob-job, though I didnât like to think about it.
Opening his present, Adam was thrilled to get some expensive, stonewashed jeans from them and immediately jumped up to go try them on.
âHave some more wine, Eve my dear,â suggested my father. He too was relatively young, in shape and very handsome (at least some women would say), with the blonde hair and blue eyes which Adam and I had inherited.
In contrast, my mother Dawn and my Grandma were dark and sleek, with olive complexions and deep brown eyes. The wine was making me sleepy and distracted, I wasnât used to it. I daydreamed, listening to the sound of crickets in the warm summer night, and the soft, lush odors of the Oregon forest wafted in through the window.
My father and Uncle Leo were talking about an upcoming Wicca festival in Eugene. Generally speaking, my family was fairly ordinary. They had steady jobs, were PTA leaders and regular voters, and even attended a protestant church (granted, it was very liberal) on occasion.
But, they also had an interest in âheathenâ things like Wicca and various New Age stuff. In keeping with their pagan leanings, they were also unusually open about sex. (âAn ye harm none, do what ye wiltâ was the Wiccan rede). It was a source of embarrassment at times when my friends came over, Looking over at my cousins Dave and Barb, I wondered if the same thing happened to them at home.
Adam came back with his jeans on, smiling. They were skin-tight, so tight in fact that you could almost make out the outline of his penis. I tried not to look.
âDo you like the jeans, Adam?â asked my Grandma, grinning.
âOh, yeah,â he replied enthusiastically.
âThey look good on you,â she winked, and Uncle Leo gave him the thumbs up.
Adam and I both liked the gifts we received from our parents: gold watches with mother of pearl faces. Delicately inscribed on the dial was the figure of a couple in an intensely romantic well,âŚpassionate embrace. Adamâs had something else inscribed on his. He laughed, then wouldnât let me look at it. I was getting very sleepy and felt warm and liquid.
When we opened the presents from our Uncle Leo (my motherâs brother) and Aunt Julie, we were both shocked: I got a black crotch-less Teddy and he got a black leather thong. Everybody laughed, especially Dave and Barb, who were older than we. I was too drowsy to even blush. We had one last gift each.
My mother came over and held my face in her hands, looking into my eyes with love. âEve, this is a very special night, a celebration,â she said softly. Then she kissed me tenderly, but in a way that was a little too long and a little too wet to be entirely motherly.
The last gift came in a shoebox and was simply wrapped. We both were taken aback and perplexed as we opened it: There was a pair of soft leather straps and a strapped gag that had a short rubber cock to be placed in the mouth. When I looked up, my father had an odd smile on his face that became blurred as I struggled to stare at it, then darkness.
When I awoke, I was on mossy ground in the dark, naked, tied and gagged. I heard chanting. Adam was on the ground beside me, also bound and naked but still asleep, and our parents stood on each side. The rest of the family stood in a circle in white robes. I was confused and frightened, but my mother put her hand on my head, reassuring me as I sat up.
I immediately tried to cover myself, ashamed, then realized it was useless and let my hands fall.
They were gathered around a small fire and a low bench, only a few feet long and covered in purple cloth. Everyone looked very serious, even my rowdy cousins. My mood sifted from fear to anger. I had been drugged, stripped, and gagged, damn it! I started to stand in rage, but my father pushed me firmly down by my shoulder and I desisted. I bit down on the gagâs short penis.
ââŚflowing green lush and moist, you speak to us in the stream,â chanted my grandmother who stood across from us. I could hear the stream and its croaking frogs.
âYou whisper to us, O Goddess, call to us on the gentle wind,â replied all. I saw Adam was waking, dazed and alarmed. My parents noticed too and caressed him.