Family Sex Therapy - Session 3

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This is the third of a five-part series. Reading from the beginning is recommended.

Session 3 - Family

I was so nervous the last time I had a therapy session with Doctor Charles. It wasn't because of the therapy session itself, but because I felt like I really needed to study for my final exam that was scheduled for the next day. I remember my father needed to talk me into going to the session that day, and I am so glad he did.

I was so relaxed after therapy that I didn't even skim further over the information and got to bed at a normal time. This allowed me to get a relaxing full night of sleep. It certainly was not the all-night study session that I was thinking I needed to do before going to therapy. As it turned out, I only missed two questions out of the one hundred that were asked.

Last week we took a family vacation. It was a sightseeing tour through Washington, DC where we were able to see most of the national monuments and tour some of the great museums. All from the comfort of a tour bus where we could be dropped off at the front door and not worry about parking.

The problem was that this required my brother to reschedule his regular appointment. My mother tried to get it scheduled for another time, but Doctor Charles was booked solid. Finally, Doctor Charles suggested that he join in on my therapy session, so that the entire family could attend.

The only other time that the entire family went to a therapy session together was a month or so after Brian's eighteenth birthday. Apparently, Doctor Charles wanted to see how we meshed together. We must have been different enough that she wanted to continue seeing us in different sessions.

I walked into the kitchen to find my parents waiting for my brother and me. My father commented, "Don't forget that Doctor Charles wants you to wear that yellow dress to your sessions." I try to complain but only get the word "but" out before he cuts me off and finishes, "Even with all of the food stains."

I turned and ran upstairs to change into that yellow dress. I also stripped off my bra, as it is the wrong color and would clash with the yellow of the dress. I look in the mirror and discover that I can see the floral pattern of my panties through the dress. I quickly reach under my dress and pull them off. I rummage through the drawer and grab the first pair of light-colored panties I could find. They are pink, but if they can't be seen through my dress, I am not worried about color coordinating something no one else is going to see.

Once I am back in the kitchen, I see Brian has finally decided to make an appearance. My father confirms we are all ready and we head outside to pile into the car. The ride is rather quiet, my brother and I basically ignore each other. My father is concentrating on driving but does answer a couple of questions that my mother asks. Other than those questions, she is otherwise quiet.

We pull into the parking lot, and it has a couple more cars than normal. We still get a decent parking spot and get into the lobby a few minutes ahead of our appointment. I take a seat as my father checks us in with the receptionist.

While we wait to be called, I hear music coming from the back. It is familiar, but I can't quite figure out who the artist is, or where I have heard it before. Finally, the receptionist says, "Doctor Charles will see you now."

The four of us stand and head for the open door to the right of the receptionist's desk. The nursing assistant is waiting to escort us to our room. As we walk down the hall, the music is playing in room one. I remember that was the room that my first therapy session was in. I consider asking a question, but my brother speaks up first.

He asks "That is the room my first session was in. What is happening in there?"

The nursing assistant answers with, "That is music therapy. Everyone's first session is a three-hour session with music. It helps Doctor Charles access your subconscious so she can get to the root of anything that might be happening."

Brian starts to ask, "Subconscious. You mean like mind..." He stops mid-sentence and goes silent, not feeling like he needs to complete the question or receive an answer. Like something inside of him was telling him this was a topic to not discuss.

We get to room four where the nursing assistant holds the door open for us. "Please take a seat," she says. "Doctor Charles will be with you in just one moment."

Most of my therapy sessions include just my father and Doctor Charles and they happen in a slightly smaller room. I have only been in this room once before, and it was also together as a family. My mother and I sit next to each other on a couch that seems much longer than the one in the other room. This leaves two chairs for my brother and father to sit in. There is also the chair with the camera next to it, but we know that this is reserved for Doctor Charles.

We wait silently for about five minutes before there is a knock at the door. "Charlene," my mother says as Doctor Charles walks into the room. She confirms that we agreed that the camera could be recording our session. We all agree, but it seems like she knew how we were going to respond and turned the camera on before we all answered.

Doctor Charles takes a seat and asks me, "How did the final exams go?" I explained that I did much better than I thought I would have, and I think it was all because of the therapy session.

She then turned to Brian, "How are things going on the girlfriend front, since our last session?" He mumbles something, but I know he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. I certainly know how hard that is, as I don't have a boyfriend either.

Doctor Charles asks a couple of questions of my parents that I pay little attention to their answers but perk up when she asks if we are willing to try something different today. "I don't mind trying something new," I respond. "These therapy sessions always seem to do the trick, even though I can't remember what has happened during them."

"Perfect," Doctor Charles says. "Watermelon Wrestling!"

I suddenly feel strange and can't resist the urge to stand up. My mother, brother and father also stand up at the same time, each with a blank look on their faces. It is like we are all programed to do the same thing.

In unison, I watch as both my father and brother reach and pull their shirts up over their heads. They drop the shirts on the floor next to them as their hands reach for their belts. Part of me feels like I don't want to see them take their clothes off. However, there is part of me that is saying that this is something normal for me to see my family naked.

Naked is soon how Clint and Brian stand in front of me. It seems strange to consider them my father and brother once they are naked. Their cocks are flopping in the air as they are freed from the constraints of their underwear that was removed with their shorts. I should be looking away, but I am drawn to their quickly growing cocks.

While this is going on, I instinctively reach behind my back and unhook my bra. My yellow dress allows me to pull it up and off my body. I feel my breasts bounce inside my dress as they are released from the bra.

I drop the bra on the floor and realize that my mother's dress and bra are already on the floor. I glance over, like I don't want to see her naked, but deep down I know this is what a family does together. She is just slipping her panties down her legs, and I reach under my dress to remove my panties as well.

Clint and Brian have maneuvered so they can take a seat on the couch. They hunch back so their now hard cocks are sticking straight up from their bodies. I feel a tinge inside me, and I know my pussy is preparing for some action.

It all rushes back to me and I remember that I have been fucked by Clint basically every couple of weeks since my eighteenth birthday. All the stains on my dress are his cum and not the food stains that I was telling myself just a few minutes ago. Of course, I was also considering myself a virgin just a few minutes ago.

I stepped in front of Clint, knowing that I am about to ride his cock, but Doctor Charles interrupts. "Like I said, let's try something different today. Jane, I want you to ride Brian's cock instead of your father's."

I switch with Diane to stand in front of Brian. He has a smile on his face, but I raise my dress to reveal my clean-shaven pussy. His eyes advert to my crotch and his cock jumps, and I know he has seen his prize.

"I know your father likes to fuck you with the dress still on," Doctor Charles comments. "Today, why don't you get fully naked for your brother."

I don't say anything but reach for the straps of the dress and slip them off the shoulders. I shake my body slightly and the straps slip down my arms. Without any other support, the dress follows and slips down my body. Brian almost jumps off the couch to try and pull me onto him, he is so horny. I do catch one of the straps with my hand and toss the dress onto the couch.

Doctor Charles comments, "Jane, I have one more surprise for you, but that can wait until the end of the session. For now, don't let me keep you from riding your brother."

Both Diane and I lean forward and placed our hands on the shoulders of our respective man. This allows us to balance as we first place one knee on the couch, and then the other.

Brian's hands come up and play with my breasts as I maneuver my pussy to align with his cock. I reach down and grab him so I can lower myself down. I feel his tip touch my pussy lips, and I fight the urge to quickly slip down his shaft.

Instead, I go extremely slow in slipping him inside me. There happens to be a mirror on the wall across the room where I see Diane is already slipping Clint in and out of her pussy. I know I will eventually catch up to her, but I am in the mood to tease Brian as long as I can.

I lower what seems like just centimeters down his cock before I decide to rise just a little. As soon as I feel the tip starting to exit, I lower again down his shaft. I finally release my hand from around him and slip his cock the rest of the way into my pussy.

I have never had Brian's cock inside me before, and I can only compare it to Clint's. They are slight differences that I can feel, but truly they feel just about the same when I feel them with the inside of my pussy.

Brian has this look on his face that he really wants me to start riding him, and I finally do. As he slips in and out of me, my juices coat his cock, and I can pick up my pace. Eventually I match the pace of Diane, next to me. She is already loudly moaning, and I wonder if the nursing staff in the hallway can hear her over the music coming from the other room.

I soon cannot contain my moans and join Diane in voicing our pleasure for our men. My eyes locked in with Brian's and we focus on what our bodies are doing with each other. All of us are loudly expressing our enjoyment of the moment, but I stay focused on Brian. Up and down my body moves, but I feel like I am no longer controlling the movements.

I hear Diane scream next to me and Clint grunt under her. My only thought is that they have pushed their moment across that proverbial point of no return, and she now has a pussy full of fun. I continue to move up and down as my moans get increasingly louder.

Brian's grunts deepen and I know he is close to a release. I am also so close that it only takes a couple more slips of his cock into my pussy for my body to stiffen. I scream as the fireworks explode inside me. I also feel the sudden presence of a hot substance appearing inside my pussy. Brian is grunting loudly, and I know he is in the process of filling me with his fun.

As my orgasm starts to wane, I lean forward and kiss Brian. I just fucked my brother for the first time, and I don't want it to end. Normally I am on my back when Clint fucks me, so being on top is also a new experience. Because I am so exhausted, I can't quite raise myself from his cock, so I just sit there and enjoy the touch of our naked bodies.

Eventually I feel a little pop and Brian's cock has shrunk enough to remove itself from my pussy. I slip off his body and onto the couch, but also onto my yellow dress. I join Diane on the couch, who has already completed her session with Clint.

I look up and watch Doctor Charles amid her own orgasm. She must have been watching us and still had a dildo deep inside her pussy. Eventually she relaxes and pulls the dildo from her pussy. We wait while she grabs a towel and wipes it down before placing it back in the drawer next to her chair.

"Sorry, I really needed that release," Doctor Charles commented. "Right before your session, I was down in the music therapy room, and I am so involved in that process that I can't pleasure myself. Because of that, my orgasms during my next scheduled session are so intense."

"Totally understand Charlene," Diane says before asking. "So, what is this surprise that you have for us?"

"Well, from earlier sessions, I know how much Jane was wanting to get pregnant," Doctor Charles commented. "I can't be for sure, but I want to say that you may now be pregnant, and Brian is the father."

"WHAT!" I scream. "I wanted to meet a boy first, maybe even have a few dates, before getting pregnant. And especially not be impregnated by my own brother."

Doctor Charles continues, "to be fair, you will not remember this happening until our next session. However, if you are pregnant, your body will still show signs shortly. As for the boyfriend thing, I will take care of that in time."

"Also," Doctor Charles points out, "stand up and take a look at your dress"

I stood up and there was a large wet spot where I had been sitting. Brian's sperm must have been oozing out of my pussy and collecting on my yellow dress. Apparently both Clint and Brian's sperm will now be a permanent stain as a reminder of our fun times that I may not remember going forward.

"Oh, look at the time," Doctor Charles says. "Your sex therapy session is just about over."

"Diane, Clint, Jane and Brian," she continues. I want you to follow my directions. Once you have gotten dressed, please sit down where you started. Take a deep breath and start counting backwards from ten. You will not remember anything that has happened during this therapy session, at least until you are naked in front of each other again next time."

I grab my dress from the couch, along with my panties and bra from the floor. As I slip my clothes back on, I watch the rest of my family covering their bodies as well. The wet spot of my brother's sperm sits perfectly over my crotch, and I realize that I can see my pink panties when that spot is pressed against my body.

"Watermelon Wrestling complete," Doctor Charles says once we are fully clothed.

We all take a seat and start counting. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... And that is why I feel like I would make a great mother someday," I finish saying.

Doctor Charles says, "With that statement I can totally agree. Maybe you will get lucky and get pregnant sooner than later."

My mother stands up and shakes her hand, "Thank you Charlene for another great session. I really do think that you are helping both my son and daughter with their issues."

I wait for a moment as my parents each thank Doctor Charles with a hug. When it is my turn, "I can't believe how many stains I have on this dress, but my sessions must be messy as there is a large wet spot right here." Making the comment as I pull on my dress to point at the spot that seems to be really in a very wrong spot.

"Oh, don't worry about the dress," Doctor Charles says. "I always enjoy seeing you wear it to our sessions. I can confirm those are food stains of love."

My brother is the last out of the room and closes the door behind him. My mother comments, "I will meet you in the lobby. I am going to stop in the restroom for a moment on the way out." I was about to make the same comment and follow her in.

From the next stall, my mother comments, "I don't know why I always must pee so much after attending a therapy session. It isn't like I am involved with what is happening. However, even after your brother's sessions, I always feel like I have been filled, and my bladder needs a release."

"Yes," I comment. "I also have that feeling of being filled after my sessions with dad and my bladder also needs a release."

To be continued