Another fun and light hearted story. Don't bother to comment on how stupid and unrealistic it is. It is just supposed to be a fun read. If you are looking for realism and technical accuracy, this isn't for you. Make any comments about how ludicrous the situation is, and know that I am laughing
at
you.
Yes, there is incest in this one, but it is mostly about group sex.
Again, this is
FICTION
. Abandon realism and enjoy. I don't use editors. I self-edit. If that bothers you, I don't care.
Darwinism: Only the strong survive. The theory of evolution hinges on the fact that the stronger survive while the weaker die off. It is the hinge-pin of evolution. Sure, there is adaptability, but it is the adaptability of the stronger ones that have the chance to adapt. Back in the cave-man era, if you weren't strong enough to fight off a predator or an enemy tribe, you died. Also, with relationships, the stronger women would generally try to mate with the stronger men. Eventually, the weaker men would die out and also have less chances to breed and pass along their DNA. This has also been true throughout history as civilization has grown. Most women tend to gravitate towards the alpha males and tend to shun the rest. Sure, there is always the 'love' aspect, but over time, the weaker males should have become fewer and fewer until they were all but extinct. Looking over the general population of men, why is it that the weaker, less suitable males are thriving in today's society? According to Darwin, it doesn't make sense.
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I'm still having trouble believing that I am actually doing this. How did I let this happen? Well, one thing led to another, and now, here I am sitting on the couch completely naked as two of my nerdy brother's nerdy friends are playing with my tits and pussy. My arms are laying on the back of the couch, and my legs are spread open across their legs. I have two hands playing with my nipples, and the other two rubbing my clit and thrusting fingers into my drooling pussy. Thankfully, my brother - who is watching from a chair across the room -- placed an old towel under my ass to keep from messing up the couch. Oh shit! The third friend has just picked up my vibrator that was sitting on the table.
OK. Perhaps I should start at the beginning. My name is Alex. It's short for Alexis. I'm 22-years old, and I just graduated from college. I'm 5'6" tall, wavy auburn hair to just above my ass, double D breasts, slim waist, and a nice tight ass. I used to be into gymnastics until I began developing these massive mammarys. Being a bit top heavy really throws the balance off. Have you ever noticed that the top gymnasts in the Olympics are all tiny with almost no tits? Anyway, I switched over to soccer in high school. I still play a bit, but, again, these enormous tits bolted to my chest tend to cause issues when I try to run flat out. I wasn't good enough to make a college team, so I relied on academics to get through school. I still stayed in pretty good shape. I ran about 3-miles every day and did yoga to keep in shape and flexible. Yes, I was very popular in both high school and college. I never lacked for dates, I went out with a lot of guys, and a couple of girls. No, I'm not a slut. I never gave it out on the first couple of dates, but I was also far from inexperienced. I should probably also mention that I had broken up with my last boyfriend a couple of months ago. It really wasn't that big of a thing though. It was really only temporary, and I did need to spend my time studying for my finals. Still, I hadn't had any sex since then.
I really didn't think about a career when I was deciding on my major. Turns out Anthropology isn't a highly sought-after degree among graduates. Take note all you graduating high school seniors; go into a major that employers are looking for. I probably should have gone into engineering or business, but I wasn't thinking about that at the time. Fortunately, I believe that I have accidently developed a new theory in human development that I can publish and get funding for more research with. More on that later.
I have a younger brother. He's 18-years old and just graduated from high school. He is a stereotypical nerd. He is 5'8" tall, scrawny, and highly intelligent. He took a class in calculus at the local community college -- JUST FOR FUN! He is into computers, video games, Star Wars, Math, and science. He is about as athletic as drunk baby dear that is trying to stand up for the first time after being born. He hangs out with his three best friends, who are just as nerdy as he is. Sherman, Ryan, and Mark have been best friends with Sam since elementary school. None of them has ever played any organized sport in their lives. I should also mention that all four of them are virgins. Well, they were. Once I publish my theory.....let's just wait on that for now. I should probably mention how they got around dealing with the horrors of a high school locker room and being so unathletic. It turns out that our state only required one year of PE. On top of that, our school allowed students to do that year on-line over the summer. So, armed with a few golf clubs that my grandfather and parents owned, the four of them took golf lessons over the summer before their freshman year of high school. No communal showers with the alpha males on campus.
As stated above, my degree is not one of the more sought after in the business world. Therefore, here I was back at my parent's house while I was searching for a job right after I graduated. Also living there was my 18-year old brother before he went off to college at the end of the summer. My parents had departed for a two-week cruise the day before, leaving my brother and me alone in the house. I had spent the morning sending out resumes and cover letters to several different companies and posting my resume on a few job search sites. Sam had left about an hour ago. He said something about going to Sherman's house with his other friends for a long day of video games. He said that he would probably be spending the night there, so I had the house to myself.
It was a nice warm June day, and I had been spending the last few weeks job-searching with no results as of yet. Frankly, I was tired and discouraged. What I really needed was to relax and veg out for a while. I decided that I needed to just take the afternoon off and relax. Having made that decision, I went out back and uncovered the pool. Then I went into the kitchen and made a pitcher of margaritas. After downing the first glass, I went up to my room to change into my bikini. I shed my clothes and got out my bathing suit. That's when I made my first mistake. I hadn't bought a new bathing suit in a couple of years, and I really didn't care for the old one I had. Then, the thought struck me that Sam was gone for the night, and I had the entire house to myself. We had a large privacy fence and no real close neighbors, so what did it matter if I was wearing anything or not? The decision was made.
I got a couple of towels and went outside completely naked. No one would ever see me, after all. The feeling of being outside completely naked was actually very liberating. I jumped in the pool and swam around for a bit, then got out to sunbathe. It was really great to not have the feeling of a wet bathing suit as I got out of the pool. I do have to admit to a bit of a thrill as I massaged the sunscreen into certain body parts that I typically wouldn't apply it to. I couldn't really help the quick pinch to my nipples or the flick on my clitty. Sunscreen applied, I put in my ear buds and hit Pandora on my phone. That's how I spent the next couple of hours. Drinking my margaritas, nude sunbathing, a few dips in the pool, and listening to classic rock on my phone without a care in the world.
I went to pour another glass from the pitcher when I noticed it was empty. Shit. I needed to make another batch. Pitcher in hand, I opened the sliding door into the kitchen -- and ran face to faces with my dorky little brother and his three friends. Fuck! I just stood there like an idiot, completely naked with the empty pitcher in my hand and a deer-in-the-headlights look on my face. They stood there -- completely clothed, wide smiles, and eyes roving up and down my body.
"Hi Sis. We're here." Sam's words finally broke me out of my paralysis.
Yes, I screamed. I also made a futile attempt to cover my tits and pussy with my one arm and the empty pitcher in the other hand.
I finally got my brain to begin firing neurons again and asked the dumbest question in all of history. "How long have you guys been staring at me, and how much did you see?"
"Well," At least he had the good grace to blush. "We actually got back here about half an hour ago. We were thinking about going for a swim, but then saw you out there. We kind of figured that it would be rude to disturb you, so we just kind of, well, we sort of watched to see how long you would be out there."
"And what about the fact that you all are holding your cell phones that are, presumably, set on video?"
"Phone? Oh, wow. That's really weird. I'm not sure how that got in my hand....."
