Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2007 21:05:42 -0800 (PST)
From: niftyhound@yahoo.com
Subject: Ben's Family pt 1 (bi, incest, bg, Fg, Fb, Mb)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts of minors and their sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of
sex between underage boy and girls and adult males and females...  If this
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Ben's Family

      My name is Ben; I grew up in a small town just outside of Houston,
Texas.  My father died when I and my twin sister, whose name is Sarah, were
almost 4 years old.  My Mother, whose name is Rachel, was 24 at the time
and my younger sister (Hannah) was only 18 months old.  My father (also
named Ben) was killed by a drunk driver.  This particular panty waste was
the son of a local oil magnate and financial wizard named Saul Glass.
Mr. Glass had no use for his son and was regularly disappointed in the
boy?s behavior and was always having to clean up his messes.  This last
mess, however, was the last straw and his son David Glass would receive no
magic money wand to fix everything.  It was David?s third felony and the
vehicular manslaughter plus the suspended sentences from his previous drug
convictions put him away for many years (we don?t take kindly to that sort
of thing in Texas).
          Saul was a good man and was genuinely sorry for what the little
bastard had done to our family and showed as much with his pocketbook.  He
gave my mom a sizable settlement that would keep us comfortable on the
interest alone and set up trust funds for my younger sister and me that
would cover our education and in reality would allow us to never have to
worry about money when we grew up.  All of my grandparents on both sides
had already passed on before I was born so, in the process of making sure
we were all taken care of, he became like a grandpa to me and a surrogate
father to my mother.  He had lost his son and we needed a strong male
influence in our lives. Eventually he moved us to a large house in not far
from where we lived just down the road from his place.  The house came with
a pool, hot tub, a large wooden play area and 20 acres of wooded land and
no neighbors for half a mile.  It was an idyllic setting for my childhood.
      Not having to work was great for my mom and allowed her to completely
focus on the three of us.  She was not as distraught as you might think.
My parents only got married because she got pregnant with Sarah and
me. They had only known each other five or six months before she found out.
When my mom was pregnant with Hannah, he showed his true stripes when he
brought home a case of syphilis. That was the last time they had sex with
each other.  I am sure, once my Hannah was old enough for my mother to feel
comfortable sending her to daycare, she would have left him.  She was still
young and beautiful and not being able to trust her husband?s penis meant
that her strong sexual desires were going unfulfilled.
      After his death and the financial windfall that came of it she still
did not seek the company of other men or women (she had always bisexual)
for a long while.  She was worried about what we would think or how we
would react to strangers coming around and did not feel right about seeing
to her own needs while we were so young and in need of her.  That self
imposed celibacy did not take away from her looks.
      She was not conventionally beautiful.  She was 5?1 and weighed 175lb.
She had long, raven colored hair that fell to the middle of her back when
it was down.  She had naturally massive breasts (44 F) with areolas the
size of a man?s palm and nipples that were the size of the top joint of
your fingers.  Natural that large are never perky but hers were always full
of milk and so did not sag below her waist when she was naked.  She
produced so much milk, she was able to nurse all three of us and still had
enough to pump and donate to a local hospital.
      She was kind of a hippie chick but still believed in femininity.  She
never wore makeup and only wore a bra when she left the house but she did
have herself waxed completely clean from the neck down.  When we were at
home she never made us ware any clothing and she rarely did herself.
Because of the way the woods hid all of our property, we were free to go
naked all of the time, inside and out, as long as it was warm enough
(around Houston that is almost all year).  When we were old enough we were
home schooled so there were solid weeks when not a one of us put on a
stitch of clothing.
      She also never discouraged us from touching ourselves or each other
as long as it was done with love and gentleness.  My twin sister and I were
always exploring each other?s bodies and finding out what feels good to
touch, rub, or lick. Once Hannah could talk and understand enough to
participate in these games she joined too.  After a few years of doing
this, mom even allowed us to explore her woman?s body with the same abandon
and never stopped allowing us to suckle her giant breasts.  We were open
about everything but mom was no fool, she made sure that we all understood
that what we did at home was not to be discussed outside the home.  If a
car buzzed the gate, we were to stop our games and put some clothes on.
She explained that it was ok for people who loved each other to touch one
another and to be naked around each other but that there are ignorant
people in the world who would not understand and would not like it.  We
were all bright kids and always obeyed the rules.  There was one exception
though.
      When Mr. or Mrs. Glass came over, we were allowed to carry on as
normal.  They were also at home Nudist and would sometimes come over to
visit and play and swim.  Mrs. Glass was Mr. Glass? second wife and was
only ten years or so older than mom.  She was 5?6 and slender with bright
red hair and pale skin.  Her breasts were not nearly as big as moms (32 b)
so because of that and the fact that she had never had any children, here
nipples were perky and erect with bright pink areolas slightly larger than
a quarter.  She did not wax or shave her pubic hair completely off, just
enough to see that it was there, it was the same bright red color as the
hair on her head.  Mr. Glass was around 5?10 and a bit portly, maybe
220lb. He had dark hair that was flecked by hints of grey at the temples.
Like my mom he was completely bald from the waist down.  He said he love
the way having a smooth body felt.  His penis didn?t seem very big when it
was soft as it was hidden by his girth.  When it was hard however, it was
at least 8 in and as big around as my wrist.  It also was always leaking
what he called precum.  He always told me that one day mine would do the
same thing.  They would let us touch them and would touch us all over.
Sometimes we would even use our mouths on each other.  The only rule was
that I could not put my penis inside any of my sisters until Mom said it
was ok.
      On the day of Sarah and my 10th birthday, Mom and Mr. and Mrs. Glass
through us a birthday party.  We swam and ate hotdogs and cake.  We were
all just as naked at that day 10 years before when we were born.  As the
sun went down, Mom took Hannah up to her room and put her to bed.  When she
came down, I was sitting in Mrs. Glass? lap and Sarah was in Mr.  Glass?
lap.  We were both squirming and giggling as they tickled us.  My hand
brushed down on Mrs. Glass? crotch and I could feel that it was wet.  I had
noticed that kind of wetness before when I was exploring Mom and lately
Sarah.  Something about it made me tingle inside.  The feeling was strange
and wonderful.  My little penis became hard as a rock.  I looked over at
Sarah and Mr. Glass.  He was hard too.  Mom sat down on the couch next to
us and said
      ?I think today is the day for the two of you to enjoy
      penetration for the first time. Ben, I can see that you
       are as hard as I have ever seen and Sarah, you look
      like you are plenty wet.  I think since you two are twins
       you should have sex with each other first.?  Our faces lit up.  In
our permissive upbringing there were not many things that were taboo, this
evening we would break through that barrier.
      They laid me down on the carpet.  Mr. and Mrs. Glass were gently
kissing and caressing all over my body.  The feeling was sensational.  I
could hear Mom whispering instructions to Sarah between light pecks on her
tiny nipples.  Mom?s fingers were moving in circular motions around the top
of Sarah?s slit.  Finally, Sarah walked over to me and stood over me.  She
ducked down and kissed me deeply on the lips.  She bent her knees and was
squatting over me.  I looked down and could see the glistening moisture on
the inner folds of her sex.  Mom reached over and held my penis with her
thumb and fore-finger Sarah put her hands on my chest and shifted her
weight from her feet to her knees and my penis was guided into Sarah?s
honey pot.  OH MY GOD!  I couldn?t believe how wonderful this felt.  Sarah
had a pained expression on her face but it soon melted into a look of
sublime pleasure.  Sarah began rocking back and forth.  By pure instinct I
began flexing my butt cheeks to her rhythm.  I could hear moaning behind my
head.  Mr. Glass was pumping his penis in and out of his wife.  Mom, on her
hands and knees, crawled over me and offered me her gigantic breast.  I
have had 10 Years of this and knew exactly what to do.  I clamped on to her
nipple and began to suckle the sweet milk that came out.  After a couple of
minutes I could feel my balls start to tighten.  At the same time Sarah?s
whole body began to vibrate and she was moaning in one long groan.  All at
once, both of our bodies stiffened.  I could feel my penis throbbing.  We
both relaxed and Sarah fell on top of me.  I was filled with a warm sense
of well being.  Mr. and Mrs. Glass were still going at it.  Sarah rolled
off of me and we both turned to watch.  We sat there Indian style watching
these two pounding against each other.  Mom crawled in front of us and
began licking the juice off of each of our genitals.  Finally Mr. and
Mrs. Glass stiffened like we did and pulled away from each other.  They sat
back on the couch panting and wiping sweat off of their brows.  Sarah and I
began to clap at the wonderful performance.
      We got back up and sat back in the Glass? laps this time I sat on
Mr. Glass and Sarah sat on Mrs. Glass.  I was hard again and so was
Mr. Glass.  He grabbed his penis and, looking at Mom and Mrs. Glass, said
?I love this Viagra, I haven?t bounced back like this since I was his age
in the wood shed with my sister.?  The women just mumbled their agreement.
Sarah was now sitting on the back of the couch with Mom?s face buried
between her legs, the same intense expression on her face.  Mrs. Glass?
face was likewise buried in Mom?s crotch and her arm was behind her back
with two fingers pumping in and out of her butthole.  Mr. Glass noticed the
interested expression I had while I watched that.  It had never occurred to
me to put anything in my butt.  Mr. took my hand and lead me to the
downstairs bedroom saying ?we can stretch out more comfortably in here.?

      To be continued?