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Content Warning: This story contains incest, non-consensual sex acts and other such taboo themes, all portrayed in a fairly light-hearted fashion. Think of the way older Girlsway videos tackled these topics and you'll get what sort of vibe the story is going for- extremely kinky, a little fucked up, but nothing that's going to leave you depressed or questioning your life choices once post-nut clarity hits.
Still, if these things are triggering for you or you're just plain grossed out by them, this is not the story for you! I didn't set out to upset anyone with this story, nor is it meant as an endorsement of all the questionable activities its characters get up to. All characters portrayed in this story are at least twenty years old and completely fictional.
Impatient Reader Warning: When I started writing this story I meant to jump right to the good stuff. I found that in order to do it justice, however, it required a lot more setup than I first thought it would. Also a lot of attention is paid to the clothes people are wearing, which I realize isn't necessarily sexy, but fuck it. I'm queer, clothes are interesting, and doesn't the right outfit make a pretty girl look even prettier? Feel free to skip ahead if you just want to jump to all the spicy stuff, but I think the long intro adds some important accent notes to the whole thing.
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Abby looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. Sometimes she simply couldn't understand what her mother was thinking. Those times seemed to have come more frequently since she had started college- all a part of growing up, she supposed- and this was certainly one of them.
If it wasn't for the sake of family tradition, she would have changed her outfit. The tight black dress with its plunging neckline- it would look almost pornographic on a girl with larger breasts than Abby's modest B cups- and a high slit that showed off her pale legs were not the sort of thing Abby would wear on a date, let alone to a family reunion.
But tradition was tradition. And it was tradition for her mother to buy her a new outfit to wear on the first day of the Harris Family Reunion. At twenty-one years of age, this was no time to buck tradition. So Abby tried to focus on the positives. The reunion would be girls only- it hadn't always been that way, but so many of the women in the family were divorced over the years, it was in everyone's best interest to keep the men safe from snide remarks and bitter comments- and at least the outfit included underwear.
Abby was sure her mother wouldn't insist on her going commando if she didn't provide panties, but there was no telling with her. The outfit didn't include a bra either, and when Abby tried it on she understood why. And the new panties were comfortable and not excessively skimpy, so that was nice too.
"Abby, are you dressed?" her mother called from downstairs. "We have to go pick up your aunt and cousin!"
That was enough to get Abby out of her funk. She and her cousin had always been close growing up- most people they met assumed they were sisters- but going to colleges on opposite sides of the country had made things difficult. They still talked and texted all the time, but it wasn't the same. As excited as Abby was to see the rest of her family, the reunion with Cassie was the most exciting.
And Abby knew her cousin would have plenty to say about her outfit!
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"Fuck Abby, are we stopping at a bachelorette auction on the way or something?" Cassie asked. Abby made a face and Cassie laughed before giving her a cousin a much-needed hug.
Cassie and her mother had the same tradition of wearing a new outfit for the reunion, but Cassie's mother had been far more modest. She had selected for Cassie a simple yellow sun dress, not that a simple outfit made Cassie look any less sexy. Cassie looked sexy in just about anything she wore. The curse of having D cups and a tight ass.
"What about you?" Abby teased. "We're not going to a convent."
Cassie laughed at her cousin's joke. While she knew she looked hot as hell in her new dress- why pretend otherwise?- it was a lot more conservative than what she typically wore. She had always been considered the "slutty" cousin due to her wardrobe of revealing tops and short shorts and her vocabulary of bad words and sex jokes.
Abby, on the other hand, was seen as the "good girl" of the two. She dressed modestly, she spoke quietly and had only ever had one boyfriend, who hadn't gotten very far. Cassie had a little more experience with men, although she was (technically) still a virgin.
"You look nice," Cassie's aunt Natalie told her as she stepped out of the car. Cassie had to bite her tongue from making a sassy comment in return. Instead she said, "So do you."
Aunt Natalie looked great. She always did. But if Abby's dress was inappropriately sexy for the occasion, Natalie's was downright scandalous. It was a tight teal number- the color complemented her red hair perfectly- which hugged her ample curves so closely Cassie couldn't believe she could breathe. Her breasts- F cups, which Cassie only knew because her aunt had told her so many times- seemed to struggle to break free from the fabric.
"Is your mom coming?" Natalie asked. Cassie knew that she didn't mean to make the word 'coming' sound so sexual, but Natalie made everything sound sexy. The curse of pouty lips and a husky voice.
Natalie's question was answered when the door to the house opened and Cassie's mother Jenny stepped out onto the porch, dressed in a silk purple blouse and tight black jeans. It wasn't necessarily a revealing outfit- although if you looked at her the right way, you could catch a glimpse of her breasts; C cups, which Abby only knew because Natalie had told her as well- but she wore it with such confidence that anyone who saw her would know how sexy she was.
Jenny's relative modesty when compared to her sister was obviously not a trait she shared with Cassie. In fact, aside from their dirty blonde hair, the two had little in common. Similarly, Abby seemed to have inherited only her hair color from her mother. If it wasn't for the fact that Cassie had been born three months before her cousin, she would have thought the two had been switched at birth.
But having take some psych classes this past year, Cassie realized their differences from their mothers were only natural. Cassie acted like a slut to rebel from what she perceived as uptightness from her mother, while Abby's modesty was her own form of rebellion.
Cassie knew her mother's uptightness was only perceived, however. Her mother had to have a wild side; she'd gotten pregnant with Cassie when she was only nineteen after hooking up with a guy at a club, which didn't happen to prudes. And then there was the outfit she'd bought for Cassie.
Yes, the dress was less slutty than what Cassie normally wore. But it didn't include a bra. And the panties, while not necessarily revealing, were red, which seemed an oddly sexy choice. Clearly her mom understood Cassie's wild side.
If only she knew how right she was.
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While choosing their daughters' outfits for the reunion was an important tradition for Natalie and Jenny, it wasn't the most important, at least not for them. Ever since Natalie's divorce, the two had used the events as an opportunity to hook up with one another. The two had made a game out of it- sneaking into each other's rooms, trying not to make a sound, seeing how loud they could get the other to be.
Things had changed once Abby and Cassie left for college. It didn't stop them from hooking up- just the opposite! With their houses to themselves, their annual screws turned into a year long fuck fest. A dirty little secret had turned into something almost like a relationship, which was confusing and exciting. For about six months.
Without the thrill of getting caught, the fun had started to go. The girls' return for summer break had added some of that excitement, but they knew it was a temporary fix. So when the girls went away for their second year, Jenny and Natalie upped the ante.
First they started fucking in Cassie's bed. Then when that got old, they fucked in Abby's. Then they started wearing clothes their daughters left behind. And then the role play started. And that led to their big idea.
The best way to bring the excitement back to the family reunion was to get Cassie and Abby involved. That had been their focus during the girls' third year in college. For the better part of the year, they had spent their love making sessions discussing how they would initiate Cassie and Abby, each more depraved and kinky than the last. As the summer drew closer, they knew they needed a concrete plan.
That's where the vibrating panties came in. While Cassie and Abby joked around in the back seat, Natalie and Jenny smiled at their own secret joke. To make things more interested, they had turned it into a little game- a contest to see which girl would cum first, and which would cum hardest.
"Cassie might have her beat for speed," Natalie had said one week earlier, the night their plan was finalized. The sisters had sealed their agreement the way they always did these days- with a round of anal sex. It was Natalie's turn to be on top, plunging her strap on into Jenny's ass. That same strap on was now in Natalie's suitcase; she hoped it would get plenty of use this weekend. "But Abby's so uptight, the new sensation will make for a better show."
"Don't be so sure," Jenny grunted as she felt her sister begin to ram into her. "Cassie talks a big game, but she's secretly as reserved as she thinks I am."
The pair of sisters had shared a laugh over that. Despite appearances, Jenny was an even bigger freak than her sister. She had been the one to initiate their first time, turning a comforting shoulder for Natalie into something far dirtier. And the scheme with the panties had been her idea too.
It would be easy- not to mention fun- to start the game now. The girls were stuck in the car after all, and they could enjoy the show from the rearview mirror. The apps for controlling the panties were on their phones. All it would take was a press of a touch screen.
But that would be ruining the surprise. And it was too big a surprise to take back once it was revealed. As much as Jenny and Natalie would enjoy a private show, they knew the show they had planned would be better with an audience.
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As her mom parked the car in front of the lake house where the Harris family girls would be staying for the long weekend, Abby was disappointed to see that they were the last ones to arrive. That meant that instead of staking out a good spot and letting everyone come greet them, they would have to make the rounds and greet everyone else.
That was always a little awkward. People asked the same questions- "How's school going?" "Any plans for a summer job?" "Why'd you major in that?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Do you have a girlfriend?" And the dress was going to make things more awkward and lead to more questions. Why couldn't she just have a normal mom?
Sitting on the porch waiting for them was Abby's Aunt Molly. Aunt Molly was the youngest of the three Harris sisters, looking like a combination between the two. She had Natalie's red hair and Jenny's sharp features. Unlike her sisters, Aunt Molly also had a sour disposition and a sneer on her face that seemed permanent.
"You let your daughter leave the house wearing that?" she asked Natalie, indicating Abby's dress with her eyes. Abby blushed, her once pale face now matching her hair. "Well, look who I'm talking to."
If Molly wasn't so cold- ok, let's call it like it is, if she wasn't such a bitch- she'd probably be just as pretty as the other two. Abby knew it wasn't very feminist of her to think that way, that she'd look better if she smiled more. But it wasn't very feminist of Molly to call her mom a slut, right?
"Nice to see you too, Molly," Natalie said through gritted teeth. "Glad to see you brought your church clothes out of storage for the occasion."
That seemed a little unfair to Abby, and if she liked her aunt Molly more, she would have cared. Molly's dress was conservative, sure, but it was nice enough- a pink gown that suited her. It was a shame that it was worn by such an unpleasant person.
The two sisters shared cold smiles and Natalie walked into the house, Abby close behind. "Shouldn't we wait for Jenny and Cassie?" she asked her mother.
"They'll catch up," snapped Natalie. She took a breath then smiled at her daughter. "And they'll be fine. Molly's always gotten along better with Jenny anyway. Boy, what I wouldn't give to make her less of a tight ass."
"Well, maybe you'll get a chance this weekend," Abby said helpfully.
"Yes... maybe I will." Natalie smiled strangely. Before Abby could think about what that look might mean, she was unexpectedly hugged from behind so tightly she almost couldn't breathe.
"Abby, you're here!" Abby recognized the voice of her cousin Ellie, Molly's daughter. (The Harris girls really liked names that ended in "e" sounds.) She turned around to get a better look at her.
Having just turned twenty the week before, Ellie was the youngest of the family. She had inherited her mother's red hair, but otherwise looked very little like her. The last time Abby had seen her cousin she had fallen victim to the "freshman fifteen." She had lost most of that weight in the year since, but she still had a rounder face and figure.
Abby didn't like thinking about people that way, especially her cousin. She probably wouldn't have even noticed if her mom hadn't made so many comments about it on the trip home last year. Her mom always had a habit of making comments on people's bodies. Sometimes it could be funny, but with family it was just weird.
"Damn, you're dressed up awfully nice," Ellie said, taking in Abby's outfit for the first time. Abby knew what "nice" was code for. Ellie's black dress was no less formal than Abby's, it was just less slutty.
"Umm... thanks, Ellie," Abby said awkwardly. She was uncomfortably aware that her cousin was staring directly at her chest. It made her skin feel hot and prickly to have anyone look at her like that. Abby knew they were hanging out for the world to see, but would it kill Ellie to be subtle?
"Fuck, Abby, I didn't know you had such nice tits," said the voice of Ellie's sister, Haylee, who had just entered the room. If Ellie lacked subtlety, Haylee acted like she didn't know the meaning of the word. "You should show them off more often, you might actually get laid for once."
"Err... yeah, I'll get on that." Even though Haylee was only a year older than her, Abby had always been intimidated by her cousin. She was the "rebel" in a family with its fair share of rebels- rebels like Abby's own mother, for instance- and today was no different. While everyone else had dressed nicely in their own fashion, Abby had gone for... well, it was difficult to say what her look she was trying to achieve.
Haylee wore a crop top barely long enough to cover her ample bosom- Abby knew they were Double Ds; Haylee shared her Aunt Natalie's tendency to oversharing- exposing her toned stomach and belly button ring. Her black low-rise jeans were ripped in the front and in the back so much she was two degrees away from not wearing pants at all.
The fact was, Haylee liked to shock people. It was why she had died her red hair a bright shade of bubble gum pink, it was why she had piercings all over her body and it was why she made sexual comments about her more demure relatives like Abby. Abby's mother had always told her not to let it get to her, which was easier said than done.
"What? No hug for your favorite aunt?" Natalie interjected, saving Abby from further awkwardness. "Not an even a comment on the niceness of MY tits?" Ok, maybe more awkwardness.
"Aunty Nat, you know you've been blessed with the best tits in the family." Haylee hugged her aunt tightly, who kissed her on the cheek. That was Abby's mom, always affectionate. "Besides myself of course."
"Of course," Natalie chuckled.
"We should get out of her while we can," Ellie said quietly. "Before they start swapping sex stories."
Abby laughed. "Come on, they wouldn't... yeah, we should go."
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It had taken Cassie a good fifteen minutes to make a good enough excuse to get away from her aunt Molly. She felt bad leaving her mom alone with her, but not bad enough to help.
She passed her aunt Natalie and cousin Haylee chatting animatedly in the entryway. The two acknowledged her briefly, but Cassie left them to their conversation. It didn't surprise her that the two got along so well. As much as Cassie and her own mother had their differences, she still felt like they got along. The same definitely couldn't be said for Haylee and Molly.
Looking for Abby, Cassie decided to check for her in the kitchen. She didn't find her, but she did find her cousins Lucy and Lizzy.
Lucy and Lizzy were twins, the daughters of Abby's uncle Danny. Danny wasn't there obviously (no girls allowed), but his wife must have been around somewhere. Danny had met Daniella (it was a family joke to refer to them as Danny and Dani) in Colombia and were engaged in the matter of a week. Some less charitable members of the family (Aunt Molly) thought Daniella was only in it for the green card, but since they were the only stable couple left in the clan, no one said anything.
Lucy and Lizzy were both twenty-one years old (Cassie always thought it was odd that so many of the cousins were twenty-one; there must have been something in the water that year), although Lucy was a recent addition to these family reunions. A few years prior, Lucy had come out to the extended family as trans. Everyone had been more than supportive (even Aunt Molly, which proved that she wasn't a TOTAL bitch), and she had been a part of the reunions ever since.
A few years along into Lucy's transition, she and Lizzy could almost be mistaken for identical twins. They both had the same rounded faces, the same silky black hair and the same petite frames. They were even dressed similarly, in simple white linen shirts and pants that went very well with their bronze skin. There were only slight differences between the two, mostly in subtle facial features.
That and the fact that Lucy had a penis and Lizzy didn't. That wasn't something you could tell just by looking at them, and it wasn't necessarily something Cassie wanted to know. It was something Aunt Natalie had wanted to know, though. And whatever Aunt Natalie knew, she shared with Cassie and Abby.
"Hey girl," Lucy said with a shy grin. "Been a minute."
"No kidding," said Cassie. "Where's your mom?"
"How do you like that?" Lizzy teased. "Hasn't been here ten seconds and she's already tired."
"Fuck you," Cassie teased back. "I was just curious is all."
"She's in the garden with Sami," Lucy answered, referring to her and Lizzy's younger sister. "Ay, how do you like that for stereotypes? Where do you find the Colombians in the family? The garden and the kitchen."
Lizzy laughed at her sister's joke. Cassie laughed too. She hadn't known Lucy all that well growing up (Danny's family lived out of state, so meetings outside the annual reunions were rare), but in their interactions, she had always been so shy and unsure. It was great to see her coming into her own.
"What are you all laughing at, eh?" Aunt Dani asked as she came in from the garden, dressed to kill in a tight red dress. Cassie didn't rank her family members in order of hotness- that was Aunt Natalie's job- but Dani would be at the top of the list if she did. She was a total knockout- tall, leggy, and with a pair of breasts that rivaled Natalie's in terms of size.
Cassie paused for a moment to regain her composure. Why the hell was she thinking about everyone's breasts today? She blamed Aunt Natalie.
Anyway. Aunt Dani was dressed in a tight red dress, one which Cassie made a point of not noticing how well it hugged her curves. She smiled at her aunt and her cousin Sami, who was standing right behind her.
The twenty-year-old girl had taken more after her father than her mother. That wasn't an insult- Danny had married way out of his league, sure, but so would any mere mortal who married that goddess (man, what WAS going on in Cassie's head that day?)- just that she was on the paler, slimmer side. She was dressed rather simply in a jean jacket over a white tank top and some nice jeans. Sami was never one for ceremony, choosing practicality every time.
"Knowing them, probably something stupid," Sami said dryly. It was hard to tell if she was being sarcastic or just insulting; Sami's tone rarely varied. It was flat, almost monotone. Still, if you knew her well enough, you knew what she meant. And Cassie knew she was being sarcastic. Or at least she chose to believe it.
"Hey now, be nice to everyone this weekend," said Dani, giving her daughter a playful spank. Cassie envied that sort of casual closeness Dani had with her kids. It's not that her mother didn't show affection, it's just that she always seemed a little guarded when she delivered it. She wished her mother could be more open with her.
If she knew how this weekend was going to go, she might have wished something different. Then again, maybe not.
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Once the first greetings were done, it was time for everyone to collect their luggage and go to their rooms. The lake house was big, but not big enough for everyone to have their own space, so it was necessary to double up. Some people benefited more from that than others.
Natalie and Jenny were grateful to be in their own space. They shared one of the two basement bedrooms (their daughters had the other) which was more than good enough for them. It gave them seclusion from the rest of the house, and the walls were thick. It didn't muffle their sounds completely (where was the fun in that?) but it definitely helped. For as long as the two had been hooking up, their girls had never once suspected a thing.
When Jenny entered the bedroom, she was happy to see Natalie already seated on the bed. After a long conversation with their younger sister, she was a sight for sore eyes. Jenny shut the door and ran to her older sister, pulling her in for a deep kiss.
Already she could feel a bit of that old excitement come back. Jenny's heart was racing, her skin was tingling and her pussy was wet. Having to act normal- or whatever passed for normal with Natalie- all day had been like edging. And the anticipation of the night ahead was only making her crazier.
"It's good to see you too, Jen," Natalie said when the kiss finally ended, the girl's lips only slightly separated. "You kiss me like you've been to war."
"Talking with Molly is the same thing, Nat," said Jenny. She kissed her sister once again and moved her suitcase to the closet. She didn't expect anyone to come snooping, but it was better safe than sorry. Aside from her clothes and toiletries, there was a variety of sexual aids in there. It wouldn't be good for people to find that. "She talked my ear off about Abby's outfit."
"And not mine?" said Natalie. "I'm leaving less to the imagination than Abby is. And considering what Haylee is wearing, she's not really one to talk."
"Well, you're you, and Haylee's Haylee," said Jenny. She jumped onto the bed and lay on her stomach, her head next to her sister's lap. It pleased her to catch the faint but unmistakable whiff of arousal coming from between Natalie's legs. "She knows that you're the one who picked Abby's outfit. Maybe you pushed a little too far."
"She's going to be pushed a lot further than that before the night is over," Natalie reminded her sister. "Unless you're having second thoughts?"
Jenny considered the question. It was a big swing they would be taking. And the consequences would be great. Even in the best case scenario, the dynamic of their family would be forever changed. And Jenny knew they couldn't hope for a best case scenario.
But Jenny knew what they could hope for. The images flooded her mind. Images of her pussy riding Cassie's face, while Natalie did the same with Abby, images of the four of them writhing in bed naked together, of what it might look like when their girls came for them, calling their names, what it might taste like... Jenny considered all the naughty things she and her sister liked to do, and how much more fun it would be with Cassie and Abby joining them... If they could get past the initial awkwardness.
"What's on your mind, Jen?" Natalie asked. Jenny was brought back to earth. "Second thoughts after all?"
"Fuck no," Jenny said, kissing her sister's thigh. "I was just thinking about our first time together. If walls could talk, what do you think this room would say?"
"Some pretty damn hot stories," Natalie said wistfully. "Stories of a hot blonde seducing her older sister..."
"It didn't take much effort to seduce you, if I remember correctly," said Jenny. She pushed herself up and kissed Natalie's neck. Natalie moaned. She loved being kissed there, and especially when Jenny did it. "All I had to do was kiss you here a couple times and you were nearly begging for it."
"Well, I was pretty vulnerable if you remember," said Natalie. She brought her hand to her own breasts, rubbing them over the fabric of her dress. How she longed to tear off her clothes and let her sister take her again!
"Poor, poor Natalie," Jenny said with a giggle. She kissed Natalie's neck again. And again. And again, each one longer and deeper than the last. Her sister was putty in her hands now. She began to rub her pussy over her jeans. Not enough to get her anywhere, just enough to drive her wild. "Taken advantage of by her little sister."
Though the two made it part of their play now, there had been a little unpleasantness in the aftermath of their first time. The sex itself had been great, for both of them. The sisters agreed that neither had ever came quite so hard. But the circumstances leading up to it were not ideal.
Jenny had pushed past Natalie's defenses, that was for sure. Natalie had put up more than a token resistance (at least for a couple minutes) and Jenny had ignored her. It wasn't surprising that Natalie felt less than happy with the whole ordeal the next morning.
The two had barely spoken to one another that whole day. The rest of their family had certainly considered it unusual, but sisters fought. Jenny and Natalie didn't fight often, but it must have happened on occasion, especially with Natalie so angry after the divorce. So they let it go.
They had tried to discuss matters that night, but that hadn't helped much. There were too many questions. Natalie wanted to know why Jenny had done it. Jenny wanted to know why Natalie had let her. And Natalie wanted to know why Jenny had pushed her to the point where she would allow her.
Jenny didn't have a good answer for that. So Natalie had gone to bed angry. And horny, but Natalie wouldn't admit it. It was a dangerous cocktail.
In the morning, her horniness won. No matter how their sex had started, she couldn't deny how great it got before it ended. And so when she woke up to see Jenny asleep, looking so beautiful in her silk night gown... well, she decided it was time to return the favor.
Natalie started small, kissing her sister's cheek, her neck, her chest. She wouldn't go as far as Jenny had with her. Not while she was asleep! She wasn't anything like that.
After five minutes of teasing herself, Natalie realized she was a lot like that. Jenny's gown was bunched up over her tits, Natalie's mouth between her legs. Natalie could still remember that taste- mostly sweet with just a bit of tang. If she could get lip gloss that tasted that good she would wear it every day.
Natalie didn't know exactly when it was that morning that Jenny woke up. Jenny didn't let on at first, biting her lip, trying not to moan. But Natalie was so enthusiastic- what she lacked for in technique she made up for in her enthusiasm- that Jenny couldn't hold it in much longer.
Realizing that her sister had woken up sparked something in Natalie. Her efforts doubled, her tongue swirling around Jenny's clit as she slid two fingers inside her. The dual effort of her mouth and hand was enough to send Jenny over the edge in no time. She had to place one hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, her hips thrusting into Natalie's face as she reached a record-breaking orgasm.
And then, unexpectedly, she felt it- the juices launching out of her pussy, onto her sister's face, onto the sheets below her. She could feel Natalie's surprise, her exclamation of shock vibrating into her own pussy. Once her orgasm had subsided, Natalie pulled her soaked face away and looked at her sister, mystified.
"Did you just pee on me?" she asked.
"No! Of course not," Jenny said defensively. "I only do that to people who ask me to."
"Well... we can discuss that later. What happened then?"
"I squirted! Didn't you know girls could do that?"
"I guess I just assumed it was something only in porn," Natalie said sheepishly. Jenny would remember that weekend as the last time she had seen her sister acting sheepish. Maybe that was what had finally given her the courage to act on her long dormant desires, the idea that for once, she could be in control. It was just a theory though. The girls never really knew "why" any of this had happened, or "why" it continued to happen year after year. In the end, the "why" didn't really matter. "Did you know you could do that?"
"No..." Jenny admitted. "It's never happened before."
"Do you think maybe you could teach me later?"
By now, the present day Jenny and Natalie were both ready to throw all inhibitions to the wind and fuck right there. Natalie's tits were half out of her dress, and Jenny's pussy juices were running down her legs. They probably would have ripped each other's clothes off if not for a knock at the door.
"Mom?" Abby called from the other side. "Aunt Jenny? Are you in there?"
"We're in here honey," said Natalie, quickly stowing her breasts back in her dress. "Come on in."
"It's nearly time for dinner," Abby said as she opened the door. If the two sisters on the bed weren't already soaking wet, the sight of Abby in her dress would be enough to get them there all over again. In spite of her clear discomfort, she wore it well. Extremely well. "You guys coming?"
"Not yet sweetheart," Jenny said, stifling a chuckle. "But we will soon enough."
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Dinner was served promptly at seven, overseen by Aunt Molly's strict eye. In years past, that had been a job for her mother, but since she had passed, Molly had taken that job herself. It was only fitting anyway. She had been living in the lake house after her divorce, so in a way she was the head of the household. Of course, no one was going to say that to her FACE.
Like most things with the Harris family reunion, there were traditions with the first dinner. Seating at the table was a big one. There was an order to it, to try and maximize people's comfort and intermingling. Things were altered as people were added or removed from the chart, but the principle never changed.
Molly sat at the head of the table. Along her left sat Lizzy, then Natalie, Cassie, Ellie and Dani. Along her right were Sami, Jenny, Abby, Haylee and Lucy. When possible, sisters were seated across from one another, or the next best thing when not possible, while they were seated next to less immediately family members on either side. It was a strange way to do things. But it worked.
The dinner conversation was lively, as it always on the first nights. Even Molly seemed to enjoy herself after a few glasses of wine. Her smile almost looked genuine! Everything was perfect.
For about forty-five minutes. And then, in the middle of dinner, everything changed. Jenny and Natalie looked at one another, then at their daughters, each seated next to their trusted aunt. The two sisters had their phones in their laps, under the table, app open. The two nodded and pressed the buttons. The game was on.
Abby sat upright in her chair, a sudden, strange sensation starting in her lap. For a second she thought her phone was ringing. But that didn't make sense... she put her phone on silent for dinner, not vibrate... So what was with the faint buzzing... and why was it in her crotch?
Across from her Cassie was going through the same thing. Her breath hitched as she felt strange vibrations over her clit. Her clit??? Why her clit? Looking around the table nervously, she squeezed her thighs together as if that would stop whatever was happening. Had she had too much to drink? It was... possible?
At that moment, Abby and Cassie locked eyes. Without speaking a word, they were both saying the same thing- "Something is wrong. What do we do?"
No one else seemed to be going through... whatever it was they were going through. Their mothers, for instance, were cool and collected, casually eating their dinners. People all around the table were laughing and joking, same as they were before.
And then the vibrations increased. Neither of the girls knew it, of course, but both Natalie and Jenny were slowly turning up the intensity of the vibrating panties they had been tricked into wearing. By now there was a soft but unmistakable humming noises from under the table, along with the uncomfortable scuffling of their bare feet against the floor. For now it could be drowned out by conversation. For now.
Harder to overlook were Abby and Cassie's reactions. Cassie was squirming uncomfortably in her seat, looking like she needed to pee and couldn't hold it in anymore. Her hands were gripping her chair and her face was scrunched up in a look of blissful agony. Abby was less fidgety, but her breathing had gotten shallow. She winced with every new sensation, as the vibrations rippled across sensitive nerves she'd never taken the time to explore. Abby was no stranger to masturbation, but she had always kept it simple- a light rubbing of the clit, maybe the occasional exploratory finger or two. Nothing like this.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Jenny asked Abby quietly. She seemed like a concerned aunt, her gentle smile masking the lustful depravity underneath.
"I'm... fine..." Abby said slowly, not wanting to meet her aunt in the eye. As humiliating as it was to be experiencing such pleasure, it was still pleasure. And it was more humiliating to be enjoying it on some level. "It's just... warm in here."
"It is getting a bit heated," Jenny said with practiced innocence. She idly undid one of the buttons on her blouse, offering a brief flash of her tit to her agonized niece. Jenny had decided to ditch the bra before dinner. She wasn't sure if her niece was into girls, or if she had ever given it that much though. Jenny just assumed every girl these days was at least bisexual, and why wouldn't they be? This next generation gave her hope for the future.
"Oh fffffuck," Cassie said quietly under her breath. It was enough to get the attention of the women around her. Not that anyone was surprised by her language, but by her tone. Cassie casually dropped f bombs and worse into regular conversation, so why was she so hesitant now?
"What was that, honey?" Natalie asked with a sweet grin, her red lips highlighted by the sparkling whiteness of her teeth.
"N-nothing," Cassie muttered. Cassie had never given much thought to the evolutionary theory which stated red lipstick's allure came from the way it reminded men of vaginas, thus encouraging them to continue the propagation of the species. But the combination of the buzzing on her pussy and her aunt's red smile made her realize there was some logic behind it.
"Hey Cass, are you good?" Ellie asked from Cassie's left, placing a hand on her cousin's bare shoulder. In other situations that might might have been a good thing to do. But Cassie was so insanely sensitive now it just made things worse. "Maybe you should get some air?"
Yes... air. That might be a good solution. At least she could ride this out in peace, away from her family's eyes. Cassie had enough experience with her own toys to know that she was going to cum, and she knew what it was going to be like when she did. That was something best done in private. Then she could come up with a plausible explanation later. She moved to stand up...
... but a powerful surge drove her back into hear seat. It only lasted for a moment, but it had cost her. As soon as it hit, Cassie let out an involuntary, loud moan. There was only one plausible explanation now.
"Holy fuck, Cassie, my mom's cooking isn't that good," Haylee quipped from across the table. Molly shot daggers at her daughter before turning to Cassie. "Everything alright?"
"Y... yeah," Cassie said shakily, unconvincingly. She could feel how red her face was, fifty percent shame, fifty percent arousal. She chanced a quick glance to Abby and saw her cousin's looked the same. "Yeah, I just think I..."
Another big surge shot through Cassie's pussy, and this time it wasn't stopping. Cassie bit her lip to keep another moan from escaping. It didn't really work. A second later, a similar wave of power hit Abby, knocking her back into her chair. She gripped the table cloth so hard that her knuckles turned white. She was aware of voices around her expressing concern, but couldn't focus on any of them.
"Quit joking around!" "Are they sick or something?" "Sick in the head, maybe."
Abby couldn't understand why it was happening or what was making it happen, but she knew what was going to happen- she was going to have an orgasm. It wasn't a matter of if now, just when. If she could think clearly, she might have been able to connect the new panties to her mother. Cassie might have worked it out too. They were smart girls after all.
But the wine and the sensation in their bodies combined to cloud their thinking. No matter how smart you are, there's a point where sensation overrides intellect, and they had passed it. They couldn't think about the why. They couldn't think about anything. And even if they could, they would probably try to deny that their mothers were involved.
Come on. What kind of mothers would do something so perverted?
Jenny and Natalie, that's the kind. It took every ounce of willpower they had to play along, acting just as concerned as everyone else. It would look too suspicious if they didn't. And they thought they did a halfway convincing job of it. It certainly helped that their girls were putting on quite a display. It didn't look like this contest would have a clear winner. Luckily Jenny and Natalie had a tie breaker in mind.
Yet all the while, under the table, their hands were playing with power. Some ground rules had been set up- once the initial opening moves had been coordinated, some variation would be allowed. They couldn't stay synchronized forever. Each woman could adjust the power up and down as needed, observing the rhythm of their daughters' bodies to gauge what might work best.
But once it had been turned on, they couldn't turn it off. And once it had been set to high- as it now had- they couldn't go back to low. They weren't trying to edge the girls, that would just be TOO mean. And it might give them time to think of a solution.
By this point there was no point in hiding what was happening. If Abby or Cassie could have run from the room they would have. But the vibrations were too powerful now, their legs too wobbly to stand. Even if they could get up, who knows what new surges of feeling might hit them?
"OhfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohFUCK!" Cassie babbled wildly, her voice hitting a high pitched shriek as she felt another intense wave of power ride over her. She had closed her eyes tightly, trying not to see the people watching her- Aunt Molly's intense glare, Ellie's concern, Haylee's slight but unmistakable smirk.
Haylee... could she be doing this? That wouldn't make sense... then again, one of this did.
Abby was less verbal than her cousin. She focused on breathing. In and out, in and out, in and out. Focus on breathing, don't focus on the feeling. Anything but the feeling. Anything but the slowly but definitely growing vibration in her lap, anything but the unmistakable wetness spreading across her panties-
"SHIT!" she shrieked. She nearly fell out of her seat and was saved only by Haylee catching her. Her cousin held her close. It was comforting until Haylee whispered in her ear.
"I didn't think you had it in you." There was definite approval.
"I'm not..." Abby muttered pathetically. That was a mistake. Once she had opened her mouth, another surge. A moan escaped her lips. Something deep and primal was escaping her. "I'm not... DOING this!" she managed to say.
"Me... me... me... neither," Cassie forced out between gasps. Tears were in her eyes and she hoped that whoever it was that was doing this to her- whatever vengeful spirits she had wronged or what aliens had decided to make her and her cousin subjects of their experiments- would see this and relent. Her eyes swept around the table, hoping to land on someone who could help her.
There was Ellie, poor confused, concerned, innocent Ellie. There was Aunt Dani, hiding her face in her hands. There was Lucy, trying very hard to look like she was not interested in what she was seeing and doing a bad job at it. There was Haylee who looked like she was halfway to an orgasm herself, the sick fuck, holding onto Abby, shaking in humiliated ecstasy, openly moaning, eyes rolled back. Then there was her mom, concerned eyes darting from Abby to Cassie, and Sami, who looked mildly bothered, which meant she was deeply worried. Aunt Molly was furious, of course, her face almost as red as Cassie's. She couldn't really see Lizzy's from where she was sitting, but what she could read from her body language suggested stunned embarrassment. And then there was Aunt Natalie, her eyes glued onto Abby. Understandable enough.
Cassie saw a great deal of emotions from her family. But she didn't see anyone who could help her. And, aside from Aunt Natalie and her mother, she didn't see any pity.
Everyone else at the table believed that Cassie and Abby were doing this to themselves. Well, it was more likely that they believed Cassie was responsible for what was happening to both of them. Abby wasn't the type of girl to do something like this. Then again, neither was Cassie, even if they apparently thought she was.
Her face burned with anger now as well. But she couldn't blame them. It only made sense to blame Cassie for her own plight. Of the options, it was the least terrible to consider the implications of.
But then Cassie couldn't consider much of anything. Under the table her mother had set the vibration to its highest setting. Cassie let out a feral howl, her body thrashing in her seat.
Natalie did the same for Abby- that was another rule; once one girl had received the highest setting, the other had to get it too, and there was no turning it down until it was done. Abby's reaction to the change was less dramatic. Of course, there wasn't much more she could do.
The time for fighting it was long past them, as well as the time for forming legible words of coherent thoughts. Cassie and Abby were a bundle of sensations now who could do nothing but ride it out and wait for the orgasms to come.
And they were coming, and quick. The pressure was too much, the dam was about to break.
"Go ahead," Haylee whispered, her lips pressed against Abby's ear, breaking through the crazy haze inside her head. "Cum for us."
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" Abby screamed, hitting her orgasm first. Her hips bucked wildly as she rode through each wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Desperate to hold onto something stable, she reached up and gripped Hayle's forearms. At the moment it didn't matter how much this cousin was enjoying it, it just mattered that she wasn't going to lose balance.
Cassie came not long after. She managed a real word at least.
"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!" she squealed, closing her eyes and squinting hard, as if this were just a bad dream she could wake up from. The sudden bursts of fluid coming out of her pussy told her this was no dream. If it wasn't for her panties she might have stained the underside of the table. Instead the juices ran down her legs and onto the chair beneath her.
Thirty seconds later, the vibrations stopped. That was the final rule- give them a little more once the girls cum, then stop. Natalie and Jenny agreed this was important. Forcing them to a second orgasm in front of everyone just wouldn't be as interesting.
Both girls sat there for a minute, shivering and twitching. It was largely silent. Abby and Natalie's hard breaths were the only things that could be heard, aside from Haylee's occasional whispers of assurance. "You're ok," she told Abby. "It's ok. It's over now."
That thought brought Abby and Cassie back to the real world. There were going to be a lot of hard, awkward conversations after this, but it seemed to be over. Abby sat up in her chair, letting go of Haylee, and looked at Cassie. She gave her cousin a reluctant grin. Cassie returned it.
The girls laughed, out of relief more than anything. It was over!
"You think that was funny?!" Aunt Molly's harsh voice ended their brief reprieve. "What is wrong with the two of you?"
If the girls had more energy, they would have had an answer. It would have been a good one. And it might even have been convincing. But that energy wasn't an option to them right now. Not after what they just experienced. They didn't have the energy to fight.
But they did have the energy to run away. Cassie and Abby shared a look. Once again, they didn't have to speak. They knew they were thinking the same thing.
The girls pushed back their seats and got to their feet as best they could. Cassie ran to Abby and gave her a quick hug, both to comfort her and support her physically. Both girls had experienced the wildest orgasms of their life, but in relative terms, Abby's was much wilder. The pair of them staggered out of the room and ran down the stairs to the basement.
As they made their way their room, they started laughing again. It was over!
It wasn't, of course. If they had seen the subtle, sultry smile shared between their mothers upstairs, they would know things were just getting started.
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