-Note: Contains anal sex and heavy water sports. Those offended, please don't proceed.
-Sunday Morning-
I awoke from probably the most banal dream of my life. Sitting on the couch at home eating potato chips, whilst I flicked between channels on the television. All showing the same stretch of featureless beach but from different angles.
Back in the real world, I rolled to find the double bed empty, cold to the touch; though the pleasant-smelling aroma of sex that lingered in the room told me, (unlike my dream) the past day hadn't been a work of my imagination. But where were they? Had I gone too far? Done things that in the heat of the moment had seemed acceptable, but now, in the cold light of day, they'd found objectionable and left?
I walked naked from the room and into the deserted living area and kitchen, fetching myself a glass of water to chase away once more the lingering effects of too much alcohol. And then I saw them through the open sliding doors. Out on the lawn, upon yoga mats.
With glass in hand and a cock slowly rising, I silently exited and took up position in a deck chair to watch the show. Mom had donned a bodysuit for the occasion, her boobs bulging out either side of the tight fabric, the thong backed style riding deep between her buttocks. Mia seemed more prepared for yoga, purple, clearly-transparent tights and a tiny cut off t-shirt that, as she and Mom entered warrior pose, lifted up over her unfettered breasts.
The whole scene was enticingly beautiful and the hardness of my dick was proof of its sex appeal. It was then I had the horrible thought that maybe THIS was the dream, and my vision of sitting upon the couch eating potato chips was the reality. Mia seemed to perceive my presence and turned her head to see me watching, her face lighting up with a smile.
"We've got an audience Mom," she said.
I rose and headed across the lawn to greet them, noticing eyes upon my groin as I neared. Mom wasn't wearing a bodysuit; more a swimsuit of sorts, a zipper running down between her breasts.
"Maybe we should give him something to watch," Mom grinned as she unzipped and allowed her boobs to fall from their constraints.
Mia's tits were already exposed and she did nothing to remedy the situation and I wondered if it was too bold to kiss THEM, all four of them, before I kissed my mother and sister good morning?
"You missed all the best poses," Mia divulged.
"You could've woken me," I offered.
"Mom tried," Mia laughed as she stretched her arms above her head, accentuating her boobs. "She gave you a blowjob in your sleep!"
I looked to Mom who even after all we'd done, blushed. "You had an erection!" She excused herself. "Seemed a shame to waste it."
I could've fucked her right then and there. After a spanking of course, for her naughtiness. But Mom and Mia had other plans. Breakfast. And admittedly I was on board. I unashamedly stared at Mia's crotch as she and Mom held hands giggling like schoolgirls as they headed toward the house. Her labia lumping out through the thin nylon. And then her ass as they passed me by, the purple stretched taut to be almost invisible as it hugged her buttocks. And Mom. Her own cheeks swaying seductively as she walked. I'd had my face between them, I thought. Only hours earlier. Both of them. And as they entered the house to leave me naked, erect, with the early morning sun on my face, I thought of how it began...
*
-Twenty hours earlier-
"So?" Mia stared into my eyes. "Are you going to fuck us little brother; or not?"
I couldn't believe I was taking so long to respond. From looking up her skirt in the car and upon the couch. To ogling my own mother's ass in her denim shorts. To see her body almost naked as she danced drunkenly, and then that pussy. Exposed to me as she slept. Their swimsuits, or lack thereof. Watching them pee and then our impromptu hand-job session upon this very couch. How could there be any doubt I would fuck them? That I'd devote every waking hour for as long as possible to satisfying their every desire?
"Ah, yeah!" I smiled, and ecstatic, Mom moved in to kiss my mouth. Again, the wonder of kissing my mother. Her tongue between my lips. If their hands hadn't left my dick, I feel I could've cum again. Was that possible? Four orgasms in the space of mere minutes? With my sister and mother as inspiration, I had no doubt.
"Lunch?" Mia broke her hold on my erection and left the couch as if nothing momentous had just occurred.
"Ooh yes," Mom agreed and was right behind her, leaving me looking at an empty room.
And there it was. Casual. Just like that I'd committed to having an incestuous three-way tryst with my mother and sister and it felt like I'd merely agreed to mayo on my sandwich. I looked over the couch and they chatted away as if nothing had happened.
"...I have to try that on," Mom motioned toward my sister's so-called swimsuit.
"I'm looking forward to wearing the sling," Mia responded.
"Ooh, me too," Mom laughed. "The boys don't know what they're missing."
She was meaning Dad and Toby and it raised some pertinent issues for me, rising from the couch and entering the kitchen naked, my erect cock leading the way.
"So, you would've worn that in front of Dad?" I directed my question to Mia who seemed surprised.
"Oh god no," she refuted.
"Why do you ask Honey?" Mom questioned.
"It's just, you guys were planning on this romantic weekend," I paused. "I was just wondering if that meant all four of you were going to..."
"Oh, oh no Darling," Mom denied to my relief. "I wouldn't have let Toby see me in this either," she looked down at herself, adjusting the thong that had once more crept inside her labia.
"Ugh, are you asking if I was going to have sex with Dad?" Mia looked horrified.
"Ah, yeah?"
