I am starting a new series about an incestuous family doing taboo things
Naturally it is complete fiction and contains various taboo subjects and themes of a distinctly sexual nature.
All participants are over eighteen and completely imagined.
I am starting with a bit of lesbian reluctant incest.
The future holds CFNM as well as CFNF in a variety of scenes, seduction, exhibitionism, first time experiences and much more as my imagination produces them.
If the ratings average under four and reader comment is discouraging, I will just let the series die a deserved death. Otherwise - I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it, where the family lives in my head for a while.
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She was almost nineteen.
Hazel had known since she was five that she was adopted at the age of six months. She had loved the only mom she had ever known.
She had a brother almost the same age as her, just a month younger. Devin was adopted at the same time as she was, and they had the usual sibling rivalries.
Her family was a bit unusual in that her mom and her dad were both women. Melanie, her mom had been very tall, like Hazel, and wore her hair long, but Cynthia always wore hers short. Melanie went under the name of Mel, and always called Cynthia, Cyn.
Cyn, her dad in the household was always very strict and insisted everyone call her Dad. She was a short bossy blonde woman with large breasts. She always wore a loose jacket or vest to hide them.
Hazel always had to wear long dresses. Hazel thought her Dad's name was spelled Sin until she was in grade three, when she found out it was short for Cynthia and spelled Cyn.
That news immediately made her feel much better. She had worried that her dad was sinning by being different and living with another woman.
Melanie got cancer and died when Hazel and Dev were fourteen. The three of the survivors became closer together for about two years, when Hazel became furious with her Dad.
Dad betrayed everything, betrayed Melanie, betrayed Devin, and went and hitched herself to a man.
Cyn told the kids that she thought it was necessary to provide Devin with a role model for when he grew up later in his teens. Dad told both the young teens to start calling her Cyn and to call Bill Daddy. She said although the relationship was not the one she had before, it would work out for the best.
Hazel went on strike and took to her room for a month.
That Man was cool with her strike, and let her work out her adaptation to her new family situation at her own speed.
It helped that Bill and Devin got along well, and that Bill was pretty good looking.
Hazel thought her mom would not be shamed by being seen with him because he did not look like some dorky business man. His voice was deep, manly and resonant.
Bill was a ceramic artist, and Cyn was a sculptor and painter.
Between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, Hazel became more comfortable with the new actual man around her mom, and sometimes wondered if they did 'sex', because they slept in different beds. Maybe they didn't.
She learned to call him Daddy. She never called him Dad, that was Cyn's name from her growing up years. Bill could be Daddy, but never be her dad, he was her step dad.
By the time Hazel reached eighteen she also reached "five foot twelve" as Devin would tease.
"You don't want to let the guys know you are six footer." He would say.
Approaching nineteen she stopped growing up and began to fill out a bit. Hazel hated the filling out and the whole growing up bit. Before her eighteenth birthday Devin said she looked like a knobby stick on stilts. She was at least used to that.
