OUR FAMILY SEX CLUB

It was during my senior year in high school that Grandpa sold the farm and he and Grandma moved in. We have a big house so there was plenty of room, and they are such nice people that I was happy to have them live with us, "us" being just me and my parents. Grandpa's big hobby is chess. He plays it at the park near our house with other guys about his age. He says he is like a "middle of the group" player with them. Daddy plays chess too, and two or three times a week after supper Daddy and Grandpa would play and, if I wasn't busy, I would watch.

Pretty soon I was watching for a reason. It annoyed me being thought of as a dumb blond. I was in the top fifteen of my class, that's a class of 385 kids, but I couldn't shake my "she's just a piece of ass" reputation no matter what I did. My counselor said it wasn't only because of the way I look, but also because I am "naturally flirty", as he put it and that I "can't help being a tease". I almost got mad at him for saying that to me but I knew it was true.

So I decided to join the high school chess club.

First, I would have to learn how you play. I got a book on beginner's chess from the school library and I also started watching Grandpa and Daddy's games every chance I got. I'm pretty smart in spite of what people think, and it wasn't long before I figured I knew enough to try a game so one afternoon when I got home from school and Grandpa was in the living room reading a book, I challenged him to a game. He was nice about it like he is about everything and we played a game and he beat me in about three minutes. We played like five more games, one after the other, and he won them all easy as pie. After that, we played like almost every day, a lot of times right after supper before his game with Daddy, and Daddy would watch sometimes and point out my mistakes after the games were over, never during a game because you don't do that. I always lost but I was getting better. Then I won a game. I was thrilled. It wasn't a thrill like a sex thrill but it was almost as good as one.

Over the next few days I won more games than I lost. It wasn't because I was suddenly great. It was because Grandpa was getting more interested in me than in the games, which I didn't notice in all my focusing on the chess board, and then I did notice. I wasn't mad after I thought about it.

It happened when we were having one of our after school games. Grandma was at the movies and wouldn't be home for hours and Mom was out too. I was wearing a skirt and blouse. I wear skirts and dresses a lot for school because I like to show myself off. I get criticized for it but a lot of people like it, and I like it, so who cares. I have a philosophy about this that I call my Mother Nature philosophy and it explains why dressing sexy and even acting sexy doesn't mean you're not a good person. It doesn't mean you're a slut or that you're stuck up about yourself. During one of our games I told Grandpa about my Mother Nature philosophy and he said it was interesting.

"So what you're saying boils down to a girl should get the most out of her looks while she has 'em," he said.

"Well, something like that, Grandpa," I agreed. I felt my philosophy had to be more complicated than what he said, but I couldn't exactly see where.

We were sitting on the floor, on our big oriental rug in the living room. Grandpa wanted to play there instead of in chairs in front of the card table where we usually played because he said his back was bothering him and this would be good for it. I don't know that much about old people's backs but I didn't see how sitting on the floor with no support would be good for them, but I didn't say anything. I had just got home and I was anxious to get going with a game, hoping I might win again.

Just so you know, my skirt which was short and tan and my blouse which was tight and lemon colored had helped make me a hit in the hallways that day, so I looked pretty cute. I also had on leather sandals that showed my toes. I drew a white piece and moved out my king's pawn two spaces, the way I always opened. I waited for Grandpa to make his move, which normally took him about two seconds at the beginning of a game, but nothing happened. I was studying the board, thinking I might try a move I had read about if Grandpa gave me the chance, and finally I looked up at him, wondering what the problem was. I saw it was me. Grandpa shifted his gaze like half a second after I caught him. He had been looking at my tits and before that, he admitted a minute later, he had been looking at me lower down, where my skirt had hitched up from me being on the floor. I put two and two together.

"Now I know why I've been beating you and why you wanted us to be on the floor," I said, crossly.

He apologized, and he said, "It's just that you're a sight for an old fart's eyes."

We talked a little about that situation, him being old and me being young and all, and then we got back to our game, both of us feeling pretty awkward. I felt bad that he was so down on himself and I also worried about him getting lackadaisical with his chess. I was afraid he could be developing a bad habit with his lack of concentration. I didn't want him to go from being in the middle of his chess group to the bottom, all because of me. I decided to try to make him feel better and let him know it was okay about him looking at me, so I just came out and asked him if he would like to see me without a top on.

"Grandpa, would you like to see me without a top on?," is how I put it.

He said, "Yes, I would." He said it very cool and calm, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It impressed me he would say it like that, as though you had asked him if he would like a glass of water.

I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. I pushed up my bra and took that off. I sat sideways with my knees out and the skirt half way up my thighs, facing Grandpa while he sat across from me on the other side of the chess board and looked at me. He said I had nice tits and I thanked him for saying that and I asked him, pretty suggestively under the circumstance, what he wanted to do next.

"Are you going to get your dander up if I tell you what I want to do is fuck you right here on this damn floor?"

The words sound kind of rough when you write them out, but he said them totally cool and calm like before. I was proud of him.

"No," I told him.

"What does that mean, sugar? Are you saying I can fuck you?"

"I didn't say THAT, Grandpa. But I've beaten you three games in row. So, hmmmmm, I will play you one more game and if you win you can fuck me. How is that?"

He wasn't looking as cool and calm anymore. His face got red. "Yeah, that's okay, that's okay. You know you're turning into not a bad little chess player. Suppose I don't win?"

"Hmmm. Then you can't fuck me. Sometimes Mother Nature says, Sorry, Grandpa."

"Ha. Don't I know it. Sorry about that knee, old man. Sorry all that hair went away. Sorry you can't get it up like you used to."

"Yup. That's good old Mother Nature." I was pretty sure, however, that he wouldn't have the last problem he mentioned if he won the game because he had a good bulge going at that very moment. I was teasing him anyway. I hadn't completely decided but probably I was going to let him fuck me even if he lost. It would be mean not to, don't you think? Plus I was in a sexy mood myself after my day at school.

Well, Grandpa got his concentration back big time. He played hard and I did, too. I tried my best. The outcome though was predictable. He steadily outmaneuvered me. He took one of my knights for a pawn, then a bishop for another pawn. He hemmed in my rooks and then he trapped my queen. I was a gonner. I studied the board even after I knew it was useless. I sighed and smiled at him and tipped over my king.

Mom's car sounded in the driveway.

Grandpa groaned. "Mother Nature's a dirt bag," he muttered, and it made me laugh.

"Don't worry," I promised him.

Mom came into the room and said hi. She was wearing skin tight jeans and a top that was almost skin tight itself. She looked a little funny, I thought. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were bleary, but she doesn't drink so it wasn't that. She looked gorgeous overall. She is forty-two but she looks more like thirty two and she has an amazing body. Everyone says I look the way I do because of her. She said she was tired and was going to take a nap, and she left. We listened to her go upstairs.

"You won the game, Grandpa. Are you going to take your reward?," I said.

He looked startled. "With your mother in the house?" He could have said his daughter.

"It's okay. If we hear her coming downstairs we'll stop and I can grab my clothes and run to the bathroom, and you would, you know, do what you have to do."

He grinned at me. "Sounds like a plan, sugar."

I lay back on the rug and pulled my skirt up. He leaned over me and our eyes met.

"Fuck me, Grandpa."

I felt his hands on me, then my skirt was coming off, then my panties were coming down. I held my breath. For me, this is one of the most exciting times, just before it happens. I had my eyes closed. I didn't need to see him. It wasn't like this was Lebron James getting on top of me. One of the great things about sex of course is that when the important part starts it doesn't matter how famous or handsome the guy is. Even the biggest sex symbol guy in the world might have a dinky you know what or he might be fine in the size department but not good at fucking a girl, while an ordinary old guy like Grandpa could be a superstar at it. You never know.

Grandpa was great all around. He had to clamp a hand over my mouth to shut me up at one point. The trouble with that was it slowed him down and it made it hard for me to breathe. I pushed his hand away and whispered,

"I'll be quiet."

I did my best. A few times I clamped my own hand over my mouth as Grandpa was bouncing me on the floor.

We both had nice finales! A lot of Grandpa's finale was sprinkled over my tummy and thighs and a lot of the both of ours had formed a tiny puddle on the rug between my legs where it dribbled out of me. And that's the way things were when I opened my eyes and saw my mother. I was flat on my back looking up and she was standing over me looking down, with a big smirk on her face. Grandma was behind her and she at least had a kindly smile on her face. No one had said anything or if they had I had been in la la land and hadn't heard it.

I sat bolt upright and saw the cum on me and on the rug. Grandpa had his pants back on and he was sitting in a chair looking glum.

"Enjoy yourself, Elle?," Mom said. She explained that Grandma hadn't liked the movie so she took the bus home and had just come in the kitchen door when she heard my squeals and gasps. She poked her head in, saw what was going on and went up stairs without us hearing her and got Mom, and that was that.

"I'm sorry. It was my fault, Mom. It was my fault, Grandma," I said, wishing I wasn't such a mess.

"Don't be silly, hon," Grandma said. "You didn't make yourself a sex magnet. Mother Nature did that."

Wow!, I thought. Wow and double Wow! I could have kissed Grandma.

So what happens now, I wanted to ask, but instead I jumped to my feet and skipped to the bathroom to wash up. I wasn't against being a sex magnet. You can't fight Mother Nature, right? But I was still against being a dumb bell. So in the bathroom I had like two main things on my mind. One was my plan to go to the meeting of the chess club tomorrow and see if I could join. The other was what was going to happen when Daddy got home? Were they going to tell him? At supper was Grandma going to say something like, "Steven why don't you eat Elle for dessert and then fuck her?" I could almost believe she would, and that Daddy would, and that I would.

Chapter 2 - Dr. Button

As it turned out, actual sex wasn't on the agenda during supper that night but the topic of sex sure was. I learned things that shocked me, like the fact that I come from a long line of "sex magnets", like the fact that most of the adults in my family have sex with each other. They put on sex parties, sometimes at our house. Broadly speaking that covers it.

Our family on my mother's side has been incestuous for like a hundred years. Daddy came to it reluctantly. Mom would only marry him on condition that he would go along with it, just as Grandpa went along with it for Grandma, and he did, and now Daddy is like one of them, except he put his foot down about me. He made Mom agree I wouldn't be brought in which otherwise I would have on my 18th birthday (last month), like Grandma and Mom were on their 18th birthdays, like my aunts Sissy and Meg were on theirs, like my cousins Phillip, Rachel and Paula, all in their twenties, were on theirs, and probably like my cousin Jenny is going to be next year and my twin cousins Bradley and Dereck the year after that, will be on theirs, - that's the tradition. I don't exactly understand how they make this tradition work but apparently they have a way to do it. The agreement about me didn't matter now because I had come into their incest arrangement on my own and they all, except Daddy, said they hoped I would be a full fledged incest person from now on. Daddy didn't say anything about that. He seemed a little upset. Grandma told me afterward it was just a matter of time before he "got his head together" and screwed me.

There are other details I won't bother you with except one. You may remember my mother looked strange when she came home as Grandpa and I were finishing our chess game. Well, she looked that way because she was feeling the effects of a visit with her sisters where they had tea and muff diving.

So you can see I had amazing stuff on my mind at school the next day. I hadn't forgotten my chess club idea, however. In fact, I was more determined than ever about that, and as soon as classes got out I went to Dr. Button's home room. Dr. Button is the chess club advisor and his room is where they meet. He's teaches a course in psychology and he's a counselor, too, though he was a never a counselor for me. Five kids, four boys and a girl, were with him, all sitting at a long table with chess boards on it, when I opened the door and stepped in. They turned and looked at me like I was someone from a different planet. Maybe that was partly because of my pink cotton sweater and short blue skirt. The sweater was on the revealing side. I had on a bra but it was so thin it hardly made a difference.

"Hi!" I said, cheerily. "I was wondering if I could be in your club."

Dr. Button got up from his chair and came up to me. To be honest, I didn't like him very much. I always felt there was something creepy about him. He's a short, balding guy, about forty years old.

"Sorry, Miss Blake. This is the chess club, not the chest club," he said loud enough for the other kids to hear. I heard snickers. The biggest snickerer was the girl, Mindy Forest, who I knew didn't like me.

"I know it's the chess club, Dr. Button. I know how to play chess," I said, politely.

"You don't say? Well, we are getting ready for a tournament in two weeks. Why don't you come back after that when we may have the time to evaluate your, um, qualifications. You can't just 'know how to play', Miss Blake. You need to be competent in order to be one of our members."

I noticed that two times while he was saying this Dr. Button's gaze dropped to my boobs for a fraction of a second before he caught himself and looked up again.

"Oh, I'm competent at chess, Dr. Button. I would be a good member on your team for the tournament." I was bluffing of course, but I wanted a chance.

"Hmmm." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Tell you what. You can attempt a game with me. If I don't mate you in ten moves you can be a probationary member and then we'll see how you do as time allows in our next few meetings. You will have thirty seconds per move. I'll have twelve seconds per move. That means your king needs to survive a maximum of seven minutes."

I smiled at him. "I can count, Dr. Button."

The other kids wanted to watch. I told Dr. Button that would make me even more nervous than I already was and he said okay and set us up at a small table at the back of the room. Mindy and the boys were told to stay at the big table in the front and not disturb us. The boys, by the way, were what you would expect at a chess club. Nerdy. The only one I knew was Dinky Evans, a real nice kid who isn't dinky at all in height but that's why they call him that. He's like six-three and weighs about what I do. He's as skinny as you can be.

Dr. Button gave me the choice of men and I picked black. My whole plan was to defend for those ten moves. I didn't care how hopeless my final position was as long as I still had a position, so black was good. Dr. Button came out aggressively at me. It made my nipples tingle which conveniently made them hard and pointy in my sweater. I began building a defensive wall to slow him down, and after four moves I could see his attitude changing. He started to show a little respect for me which must have been conflicting for him because he was also having trouble keeping his attention on the chess board. Naturally, I was helping him with his trouble by trying to distract him.

I made good progress during my sixth turn. I had already decided for that turn what my move would be. I took the first few seconds to review it - I wouldn't actually move the piece until my time was about run out, and then I said, "Hmmmm," and frowned at my left breast with its perky nipple in a pink disguise that wasn't much of a disguise. I put my right forefinger at the the top of the slope and made little brush strokes coming down, a little like a skier turning himself sideways this way then that way to keep from sliding off the mountain. My finger didn't slide off. About half way down my breast, I brought it back to the top and started brushing down the hill again. Dr. Button was watching and before he said something, I sighed and said,

"Do you see a crumb there, Dr. Button?"

He cleared his throat. "A crumb?"

"Yes, I saw a crumb there. I hate it when I have crumbs on my sweater."

"Oh, ha. Well, you're not supposed to talk during the game, you know." He didn't sound that upset about it.

The timer was about to click, so I made my move. Now he had twelve seconds and he was visibly flustered.

"I'm sorry I talked," I whispered, leaning over the table. He glanced down at my boobs. I wished I had worn a top with scooped neck. You can't remember everything.

To make a longish story shorter, my king was still standing after Dr. Button's ten moves, and I was now in the chess club. I played a few games with the kids, which I lost, and I sat in while they discussed the tournament with Dr. Button. When the meeting broke up the kids said friendly goodbyes to me, except for Mindy who didn't say anything to me the whole time when she didn't have to. Dinky shook my hand and said he was glad I was in the club and that he could tell from the game I played with him that I had talent, which I really appreciated him saying. Then, as he was going out the door, my darn mind reverted to a familiar place. "I wonder if Dicky would like to fuck me," I said to myself.

As I was heading for the door, Dr. Button said he wanted to speak with me, and we went into his office which was next to the classroom. I sat down in front of his desk figuring I was going to get lectured for having distracted him during our game. That wasn't it.

He looked at me with a strained expression and said, "Thanks to you, Miss Blake, I've had an erection the last ninety minutes. It won't go down. Less than half an hour from now I am to be at a faculty meeting. I think you have a responsibility to do something about this."

He saw my eyes widen and my jaw drop. He put up his hand to stop me from interrupting.

"Hear me out. We are short on time. You could say if I am having this problem why don't I go into the bathroom and take care of it. I could do that, yes, but I choose not to. You have gotten into my libido, Miss Blake, and there is only one way to discharge it."

"I'm a magnet," I said. I was being a smart ass. I could see what was coming.

"You're a magnet?"

"I'm a sex magnet."

"Well now. Hmmmm. Yes. I was about to say the same thing basically. You are all about sex. When you smile, when you move your hips, those mind boggling legs, your round bottom in your damn skirts, the way your breasts rise and fall when you breathe. You exude sex."

"Good grief, you make me sound like some kind of a robot."

"Not some kind, one kind. But I know you're not a robot, not a sex doll. You're not satisfied with being just that. I can't imagine why not. If I could be a male version of you instead of this puny excuse for a man that you see here, I would be ecstatic."

"You're not that puny, Dr. Button." I felt sorry for him. I figured his erection must be puny itself since I hadn't noticed it. He gave me a funny look,

"Yes, well thank you. Anyway, you want to play chess and get the better of smart people with your brain. Very commendable. I can help. So, Miss Blake, this is what I propose, an exchange of good turns. I will teach you chess, say fifteen hours of private lessons, no hanky panky, straight chess. In return for that promise, you will let me fuck you. Right now. We are talking about fifteen hours from me to five minutes from you. What do you say?"

"Hmmmmm." I gave him a long pause, for effect mostly. I had figured out as soon as he mentioned his ninety minute erection where he was coming from. "I have to admit it does sound fair," I said. It did, especially if I was responsible for his problem like he said and I probably was - the way I taunted him with that crumb bit. It would bother me all night if I left him there with his invisible erection and his libido situation. Plus he was giving me an excellent opportunity to get good at chess! That was the exciting part.

He looked like he couldn't believe I was agreeing. He was so cute. It made me want to tease him. I did the brushing thing on my sweater again and said, "Would it be so terrible if you were just a little late for the meeting, Dr. Button?"

"What? No, I suppose not. Why?"

"I don't know. I was just wondering." Brush, brush. My nipples were sticking out with their hard points. "You said no hanky panky during my chess lessons. Suppose you have that libido problem again. What happens then?" Brush, brush.

A line of perspiration broke out along the top of his forehead. "Nothing happens, that is unless you want it to, Miss Blake. You will have totally filled your side of the bargain by letting me fuck you now."

"Mmmmm, I was never fucked in a teacher's office before. I hope we are going to do it here."

"Yes, yes! Here. Oh, thank you, Miss Blake." He jumped out of his chair and pulled off the cushion which he put down on the floor next to the desk. "Don't want those pretty knees of yours to get bruised. I want to fuck you from behind if that's all right. You kneel on the cushion there and I'll do the rest."

"Don't you want me to take my panties off?"

"Oh, right. Absolutely. Take them off."

"You might like to see me with all my clothes off, Dr. Button. Would you?"

He was already tearing at his own clothes. He stopped. "Oh, that would be wonderful. I better lock the door. Ha, ha. How could I forget that?"

He ran to the door and locked it. I was standing up, taking off my clothes. He watched me, never saying a word. It made me a little nervous the way he stared. What did I expect? Why would that make me nervous considering what was coming next? Anyway, I started chattering.

Off came my blouse. "I don't know about your libido theory, Dr. Button." Off came my bra, and I paused, keeping my hands at my sides while he looked. "I would think that fucking me could make that problem worse not better." I unhitched my skirt and let it fall down my legs. I had already stepped out of my sandals. "Mmmm hmmm," I hummed. "I wouldn't want to make your problem worse. But you're the psychologist, not me. Mmmm hmmm. I can't wait to see your cock, Dr. Button. I don't care how big it is. I bet it's strong and powerful like you are when you play chess." Down came my panties. I was completely nude. I stood while Dr. Button stared some more. After like fifteen seconds I went to where he put the cushion on the floor and got down on my knees, pointing my bottom at him. I looked over my shoulder. He hadn't moved a muscle.

"Dr. Button, you're not going to just stand there, are you?" He was disheveled from having started to undress but not finishing any of it, unbuttoned with his shirt hanging out and his fly unzipped in his baggy pants. I assumed the bagginess was what concealed his hardon and it was still concealing it. He had a kind of crazed expression but that didn't worry me. I was turned on by my own teasing, for heaven's sake.

"Heh, heh. Oh, no. I'm not just going to stand here. I'm coming there to fuck you and fuck you good, Elleann, you hot high school whore."

As soon as he said it he realized his mistake, or what he thought was a mistake. He began apologizing like mad. I thought it was funny. If it made him excited to call me a hot high school whore, I didn't care. It made me excited. I told him not to worry about it.

I gave a big sigh. "But I don't feel like talking any more, Dr. Button, if you know what I mean." I wiggled my bare bottom.

"Oh God," he groaned and went back to yanking off his clothes. When his cock finally came out, it was better than I expected, at least five inches when I had been afraid it would be smaller, and it was sturdy looking. I wiggled again for him without even thinking about it.

It had taken him quite a while but then he was at me in a flash, grabbing me by my hips. He pushed his cock in and banged away. He had zero finesse. He fucked the way a dog does only he couldn't go that fast. It was fine. I liked it. I pushed back at him, getting every bit as much of those five inches that I could. He lasted a minute at most, forget about five. I can usually have an orgasm in no time myself if I'm aroused when we start, which I usually am and I was then. We both had a short good time.

Afterward, I lay on my back letting the whole thing sink in while Dr. Button got dressed. I was having my usual glow. It wasn't one of my great ones, but it was a glow. I noticed Dr. Button giving me sharp glances for some reason.

"I hope your libido is better, Dr. Button," I said, softly.

"It is at the moment, certainly. I'm appalled at myself. Get dressed."

"Hey, thanks a lot!" I sat up. If that's all he could say to me, that he was appalled at himself, he could throw his chess lessons in the lake.

He had a black felt cap on his desk that he puts on his bald head to make himself look like a cool guy. I grabbed it and used it to wipe the cum off me. I put it back. He glared at the cap, not at me, and didn't say a word. Then I got dressed and stomped out without saying good bye and neither did he. I went for my bike.

I don't want to leave a wrong impression. Dr. Button was only appalled at himself until he got horny again. It's the way that usually works out, right? Things turned out fine. I had ten hour long chess lessons and ten half hour lessons and they ended the same way, every one of them. I knew the lesson part of the lesson was over when Dr. Button said, "So, Miss Blake did you find your lesson stimulating today?" This was our little ritual. "Oh, yes, Dr. Button, I did. I'm hot as anything." "Hmmm, I never knew anyone who became sexually aroused by chess. How do you explain it?" "Well, I don't see how a girl can't become aroused. The man, if she's playing a man, attacks her defenses with his powerful pieces. He takes her pieces. He surrounds them and snatches them away. He drives her into a corner. She has no escape. He weakens her more. Then he mates her, mates her, Dr. Button. Notice that word."

By this time Dr. Button would have one hand between my legs and one hand under my top and I would be rubbing him and unzipping his fly. It was pretty hot!

That was later, however. Now I was on my bike going home and, as I pedaled along, Dr. Button went out of my mind and my family situation came back in. My mother was going to give me more details tonight about our family sex club which I had super mixed feelings about. I worried especially about Daddy. The more I thought about him the surer I was becoming that I wanted him to keep being my regular safe and secure Daddy. No sex, thank you.

It was after five when I got there. We had a crowd at the house. Cars filled the driveway and the street in front. They were my uncles and aunts and cousins cars. Was this about me? I pulled into the driveway and got off my bike. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, our neighbors, came up the sidewalk and turned into our sidewalk. I felt a wave of relief. I stepped out from behind the cars and said hi.

"Well, Elleann, hi!," Mr. Johnson said and he and his wife gave me big smiles.

"What's going on?," I said.

"Your initiation party of course. Are you teasing us, Elle?"

"What initiation party? What are you taking about?" I had prickles running up and down my spine.

"She doesn't know yet, Ernie," Mrs. Johnson said, tugging his arm.

They had to be talking about the sex club but the Johnson were neighbors, not family. "No she's just being careful, aren't you, honey?," Mr. Johnson said. "No one told you yet about us being in the club. We were invited in years ago. Your family felt we had the, um, appropriate qualifications. Mary and I are the only non family members ever admitted in a hundred years. What do you think of that? But this is your night, sweetheart. Everyone is looking forward to it in a big way, including yours truly!" He laughed and winked at me. "You better believe it!"

I had known the Johnsons my whole life. Mrs. Johnson used to babysit me. Mr. Johnson made me a doll house for my sixth birthday. There were a zillion things like that going back over the years with never a hint of anything sexual, and now he was looking at me like sex was all there was.

I fought to keep my composure. "Oh, I know all about it Mrs. Johnson. Mr. Johnson was right about me being careful." I was trying to trick them into revealing information I didn't have but the next thing I said showed I didn't know much of anything.

"Well, I don't know what everyone is looking forward, too. I haven't decided to be a full fledged member and I might decide not to be."

I gave them a stern look. They gave me blank stares.

"Honey, once you're in, you're in. You are a full fledged member. There's no other kind," Mr. Johnson said.

"I told you she doesn't know, Ernie," Mrs. Johnson said. She grabbed my wrist. "You need to see your mother," she said, and she led me to the house..When Mom and Daddy bought the house fifteen years ago they claimed that one of the appealing features for them was the gigantic basement being a ready made bomb shelter. The basement ceiling is reinforced with concrete slabs (which soundproof it), there are four king size beds that fold out from the walls, two on each side, two enclosed bathrooms (Mom and Daddy put in hot tubs), an open kitchen with cabinets and a fireplace with a wood stove.. For all its bomb shelter potential, however, the selling point wasn't that. It was that the basement would be just the thing for family orgies.

I started to learn this first hand when Mrs. Johnson tugged me into the house to see my mother. You could hear the sounds of the party, which meant one or more of the basement doors had been left open. We have two doors to the basement, one in the back entryway and one, weirdly, in the library. Mrs. Johnson and I found Mom in the kitchen, all dressed up.

"Where have you been!?," she snapped.

"What in heck is going on, Mom? I was at school. I tried out for the chess club."

"Oh, for God's sake! I told you this morning to come home right after school. You didn't answer your cell either. Did you get my message."

Hmmm, I remembered she told me to come home. I decided not to admit I also forgot my phone, and left it in my locker. I did have OTHER things on my mind.

"Well, okay. You're here. Um, Sally, why don't you go downstairs. Elle and I will be down....as soon as we can."

When we were alone, Mom sat me down at the table and explained things, amazing things. I soon had tears running down my cheeks and chills running up my spine. This was my "wedding day", the day I "married" the family that I had always been an integral part of but not "wedded" to. There would be a ceremony for me as the "bride", then the marriage would be consummated. Mom filled in some basic details, including that my marriage was mandatory and a couple of lesser details, like how they managed to maintain the Blake family name in spite of all the marriages to men from other families, Dad's for instance. When I could get myself to speak, I reminded her she had said she only "hoped" I would become a full member of the group and now she was saying I didn't have a choice, that it was mandatory. I stopped crying. I was angry.

"Well, I do have a choice. You can't make me do anything, MOTHER!"

"Shhhh, don't upset yourself, Elle. You don't have a choice. I'm sorry. I should have come right with it instead of trying to break the news to you gradually. Once you started fucking Grandpa it was unacceptable not to induct you into the family, our incest family. Your father understood, even if he didn't like it."

"Well, I don't understand, and I didn't fuck Grandpa, he fucked me!"

"Oh, please. You all but asked him to fuck you, and then you did ask. Incest in this family is a big time operation, Elle. We have rules and procedures. We can't have independent contractors running around doing God know's what. If you want sex with your relatives you'll do it our way, under our umbrella."

I was crying again. "I still have a choice. I don't have to MARRY everyone! I could walk right out of this house and not come back!"

"You won't," she said, gently.

"How do you know?!!"

"Because you don't have it in you to leave your family. It is ingrained in you, dear. Ingrained."

Now, besides being angry and upset, I was curious. "How is it ingrained?"

"Never mind. It just is. Stop arguing. I'm going to get your bridal things and tell people we'll be down shortly.When I get back, I want to see you with all your clothes off."

She returned carrying a wash cloth, towel, a plastic baggy with makeup stuff, dress slippers and a white bridal veil. I was on my bare feet in the middle of the kitchen. My clothes made a pile on the floor. In the few minutes she had been gone I realized this was not one of those cases of me being a devilish kid, which I was known for and usually got away with. This was serious. I really didn't have a choice. I was going to obey and I knew it. This was Family with a capital "F", and it seemed I was ingrained.

Mom gave me a motherly smile.

"Good girl, " she said. "We don't have time for a proper bath. We'll just scrub you up a bit."

She wet the wash cloth at the sink, then did my face and ears, my boobs, my cunt, my bottom and thighs, and dried me with the towel. I hoped my cunt wasn't showing any signs of recent activity. Then she shocked me by undertaking some activity herself.

"So pretty," she sighed and put a finger in my slit. She sluiced it up and down, not going in my hole but that was plenty. I gasped. "Mom!"

She laughed. "All right."

She said, "Do you know you and I have the same pussy hair?" She meant a blonde tuft at the top and sparse borders of silky strands along the slit which she brushed now with her forefinger to spruce them up and make them look nice for my wedding.

"I've seen you, Mom, like when you're putting on a swimsuit."

She grinned. "You'll be seeing me more often from now on. Your Uncle Dave will be thrilled."

"Why will he be thrilled?"

"He always talks about my pussy hair."

"I can't believe Dad really doesn't' mind."

"He's learned to live with it. The compensation is more than ample, Elle."

I started to cry again, not because of her. "I wish Daddy wouldn't screw me."

"Sadly, so does he."

Well, maybe he won't, I thought to myself but I didn't say it. Mom put on my lipstick, which was very bright red, rouge and eye shadow. She brushed my hair. She helped me step into the white slippers that had little jewels on them and then she put on the bridal veil. It was a beautiful veil, falling all the way to my bare bottom. Along with the slippers it was all I had on. Mom took me by the hand and we went to the basement door and down the stairs. Aunt Meg was sitting on the bottom chair, waiting. When she saw us, she got up and announced our arrival and two seconds later music came one, a flute and violin recording of Paschelbel's's Canon.

Daddy was there when I stepped into the room. Mom had told me what to expect but it was stunning just the same. The men were dressed alike, in formal white shirts cut short and tucked into purple cumberbuns around their stomachs, black bow ties, black socks, black shoes, and that was it. A quick glance told me that maybe half of them had erections. Daddy was in the half that didn't, thank goodness. The women were dressed like Mom, in nice dresses, the kind you would see at a normal wedding. There was a skinny red carpet down the center of the room, ending at a wood lectern that had book on it. People would be standing for my wedding because all the furniture was by the walls except for an Ottoman in red velvet I didn't remember seeing there before, all by itself in the center of the room just off the carpet I would be walking on in Daddy's arm.

"Hello, sweetheart, you look lovely," Daddy said.

"Hi, Daddy. I do?"

He leaned and whispered in my ear. "I'm going to take you to the alter, so to speak. Aunt Mary is doing the service. Just stand and be quiet, and she will tell you what to do."

I was afraid to ask him if he was going to fuck me. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I felt like I was in a dream. The sounds in the room were those of the music and hushed talking. The talking ceased. My relatives were standing, watching, waiting, the way you do at weddings when the bride comes down the isle. Then Daddy took my arm and that's what we were doing. I looked straight ahead as we walked in slow motion. Some one turned up the music, then silenced it in the middle of a bar when we got there. Daddy winced at the jarring end to the music, kissed me on the cheek and stepped back.

"Hello, Elleann. Congratulations to you, honey," Aunt Mary said, smiling warmly. She was behind the lectern. I saw that the big book was in an old leather binding but it wasn't a bible. Next to it, however, was a small black leather book that was a Bible. Aunt Mary nodded at the big book. "Your name is about to be entered in the Family's honored list of names, my dear."

She raised her voice. With the music off, the room had grown quiet. "We are here today to receive into marriage to our Family our dear daughter and friend, Elleann Blake, age eighteen, a delight to all who know her and who, in a few minutes, will be known a bit better to those of you wearing bow ties." Polite chuckles from the audience. "Elleann, put your right hand on this holy book."

I couldn't believe I was going to be swearing on a bible, but that's what it was, though only The Old Testament. They were leaving Jesus out of it anyway!

"Elleann Blake, do you hereby promise and aver that you shall be a loyal and faithful member of the Blake Incest Family, hereinafter referred to simply as Family, as described and delineated in the Family Book of Names that you see here before you, that from this day forward, you shall abide by all Family rules and observe all Family customs, that you shall endeavor always to be friendly and hospitable in the company of Family members, that you shall never reveal to any person or entity any information whatsoever about or concerning the Family, even to acknowledge our existence, and that you shall endeavor always to be a generous and cheerful giver of the glorious gift of sex to Family members, without regard to age or gender. If you make all these promises and averments of your own free will, say ,'I do', honey."

Was she kidding? I wanted to run, like Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride, and she wasn't marrying an insane asylum.

"Aunt Mary, how can you say of my own free will?," I whispered.

"This is not a discussion, Elleann," she said in the same loud voice. "Do you so promise and aver?"

Behind me the room was quiet as...a church.

I raised my right arm. "I do."

My nipples sprang to life. Aunt Mary saw it and almost laughed.

"Oh, my!...All right, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce Elleann Blake wedded to the Family."

She came around the lectern and gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. "Congratulations, Elle." Then she whispered in my ear, "The excitement in this room is like a powder keg," and she apparently had some of it herself because the hand that wasn't around my waist gave my boobs a quick feel before she let me go and said, "Turn around, honey, and let folks see their new bride."

I turned. People cheered and smiled and made me embarrassed. Facing me were fourteen cocks and the men I had always known that went with them, some of the men being almost like father figures to me, uncles and Mr. Johnson, as well as my actual father. Facing them was one pussy with its blonde tuft at the top and silky strands at the sides and nervous, eighteen year old girl that went with it in her silver slippers and bridal veil. I hardly saw the women at all. My cousins Roberta and AnneMarie appeared and began rolling up the carpet.

Because I couldn't help it I was noticing that the percentage of erections had increased since I last looked, though Daddy was still being a good Daddy, when Aunt Mary said my name, and I turned back with relief. Behind her Mrs. Johnson and Cousin Linda put down a small table covered with a white linen table cloth. Aunt Beth was with them, holding a crystal bowl that she put on the table. The bowl contained a bunch of things that looked like poker chips. The ladies smiled at me and left.

I knew what was coming. Mom had told me the basic idea. It was time for specifics.

"Are we ready, ladies and gentlemen, particularly gentlemen!?," Aunt Mary called out, like it was a baseball game, and the crowd laughed and shouted, "READY!"

"It's one of our little customs to do that, honey," she whispered. Then her face hardened. She raised her voice, "The reception is alway the fun part of a wedding and your reception, Elleann, should be wonderful fun for you and all concerned but it will be more than that because your reception will be combined with the sacred function of your wedding night. Will Elleann's grooms please come forward."

The men came and spread out in a row in front of me and behind Aunt Mary and the table. Daddy was in the row.

"In the bowl you see there, Elleann, are thirteen discs with numbers on them to determine the order in which the men who draw the discs will fuck you." My heart did a happy little leap. Thirteen!, she said, not fourteen. Maybe Daddy wouldn't do me after all! But then, why was he with the grooms?

"Each of these thirteen men is allowed three full strokes in the fuckhole God intended in Elleann, not the other one. Three. That, is in and out, in and out, in and out. The gentlemen are well acquainted with the rule and we have every confidence they will make good faith efforts to comply." This rule didn't sound to me like it was exactly iron clad.

"The fourteenth disc does not have a number on it, but the name, "Elleann", and the lucky man who draws this disc will complete the husbandly duty of the wedding night by fucking our bride to his full satisfaction and, hopefully, hers." There went my hopeful leap. I gave Daddy a cross look but I wasn't cross, I was scared. He smiled at me. He was hard now. They all were.

Aunt Mary picked up the bowl and handed it to me. "Start at an end of the line, and present the bowl to each man. Do not speak. Your grooms will not speak either, they will be doing their speaking as it were on your bridal bed. Just hold up the bowl. After the man takes a disc, go to the next man."

I took the bowl and went to my left. Uncle Harry, a fat, jolly type of guy and one of my favorite uncles, was at the end of the line there and he probably was why I picked that end. Uncle Harry was older, like over fifty, but he had never been married because he got all the sex he needed "from my sisters and my cousins and my aunts", he told me after my "wedding night" was over and we were having almost a normal kind of party, and he a had song about it based on Gilbert and Sullivan that made me laugh. Anyway, without looking at me, he reached in and pulled out a disc. Then he rubbed it. That's how the numbers and my name would show up. You had to rub the discs.

Uncle Harry made a frown and I side-stepped to the next man, my second cousin Ted who is only three years older than me and probably one of the family members I care for the least. I don't like calling him a "man", I'd rather say "guy"; "jerk" would be even better, but I am being respectful like I was then. I try to like everyone in the family but it isn't always easy and Ted is an example of it being difficult. He is rude and kind of stupid. I never saw him or his parents very often. His father, Elwin, was standing next to him, and he is a little nicer than Dave but not much. Anyway I held up the bowl for Ted and he took a disc and rubbed it and shrugged in a way that made me think he wasn't the one either who was going to totally fuck me, and I was glad, except that meant that the odds of Daddy being the one had just gotten bigger.

The one was Mr. Johnson. He was next to Daddy, the tenth in line. He beamed when he saw what his disc said. Then he looked at me and pointed at his cock. Mr. Johnson was very ready and he had something big to be ready with. I blushed when I looked at it and then I felt Daddy's eyes, watching me look at a man's cock that was going to fuck me and cum in me. I got weak in my knees from the embarrassment.

I took a breath and presented the bowl to Daddy. He picked a disc and looked at me. I could tell he wanted to look me over. I lowered the bowl so it didn't block his view of my tits, and Daddy looked there and other places. My uncles and cousins and Mr. Johnson had been doing the same thing. Most of them had seen me in my bikinis at the pool at Aunt Meg's estate where we have an extended family (non-incest as far as I knew) summer get together every year and this was a chance for them to have a close up look at the rest of me, and my chance to see how I felt about each of them. My nipples are like my antenna. Sometimes with sexual matters I will say to myself, "no way I am doing that" and then my nipples will say, "what's the problem, it sounds great to us." So I had been hearing what my nipples had to say about the men ogling me and they liked some of them and didn't say anything positive about others. Daddy they liked a lot, which was disconcerting. Anyway, after like thirty seconds of looking at me, Daddy winked and rubbed his disc. He laughed and showed it. Thirteen. My own Daddy had to be last before I got cleaned up for Mr. Johnson. I don't know, it didn't seem right that if Daddy could only have one of the itsy bitsy fucks with his daughter, he should also have to wait and be last. I gave him an encouraging smile to make him feel better. My attitude was beginning to change. I was still against him fucking me in spite of what my darn nipples said, just not as much as I had been.

Grandpa was at the end of the line but he got a good number. Two. He laughed and showed his number to Daddy and me and pounded Daddy on the back. He had already fucked me once, which Daddy knew, and now he was rubbing it in that he would be going almost first while Daddy would be last. I wanted to gve him a piece of mind. I couldn't say anything, however, so I turned around to stop Grandpa from looking at me the way he had been. I don't know what Daddy thought about that since he had been looking himself. So I was just as happy to hear Aunt Mary start to make another announcement.

'Grooms, you will now proceed to the wedding bed area and form a line according to your numbers."

The bridal bed as I had suspected was the red velvet Ottoman I had passed on my way down the isle. It was all by itself in the center of the room, and now the fourteen pantless men lined themselves up there. I knew Daddy's and Granpa's numbers, and that Mr. Johnson had drawn my name, but all the others were surprises and first surprise was Uncle Dave, who liked Mom's blonde pussy hair so much. He watched me and I watched him as my mother led me from the altar.

Mom was ushering me to my wedding bed. We made a little procession of it. The music was back on, a classical piano piece by Mozart or somebody. It was nice I guess but it wasn't what I would have picked. When we got to the Ottoman, Mom whispered for me to lie on my tummy, placing my knees on the floor. She bent behind me and pushed my legs apart. Looking straight ahead, my chin burrowed in the cushion, I saw Roberta and AnnMarie carefully lugging a mirror. The mirror was like three feet wide and six feet high in a white frame decorated all over with pink and red paper roses. The girls planted the mirror on the floor a few feet in front of me and released a stand on the back that propped it up, slightly tipped. I saw myself and I saw the edge of the line of men behind me and soon I would be seeing, I knew, if I looked, the faces of my grooms mating me, and they would be able to see my face. Phew.

"I believe we are about ready to commence the wedding night," Aunt Mary announced.

Chapter 4 - Consummated and How!

Will the mother of the bride please attend and report!," Aunt Mary said in her loud voice.

Mom leaned over me and whispered, "I'm going to fingerfuck you. Don't fight me."

"Oh, geez!," I said and then just, "Oh!", as she started doing what she said. All she had to do, I found out later, was make sure my you know what was ready to be gang banged, so to speak, and tell that to everyone, which is what "attend and report" meant, and I already knew I was ready as a girl could be but apparently Mom wanted to be absolutely sure. I tried to stay still and not moan my head off. Finally, she stopped and said I was all set.

Uncle Dave took Mom's place in the mirror. Our images smiled at each other. We didn't say anything. Uncle Dave put his hands on my hips and pulled me toward him while he pushed toward me. In he went, totally in it felt like, hard and bossy! He was fast going in and very slow backing out, like he was trying tantalize me or tantalize him, and then, whamo! He did it like that a third time and he was finished...for the time being.

"Thanks, kiddo, you're a good fuck," he said, and in the mirror I watched him go, not caring all that much for his compliment, then deciding I liked it just fine. What did I expect, "Oh, Elle, you are such a nice person"? I didn't really see how giving a bossy guy only three of what I had given him could qualify me for being "a good fuck", but I was glad he had that opinion of me, unless he was just being polite.

Anyway, while I was thinking about this, Grandpa showed up in the mirror. He was grinning and lifting up his dick for me to see. I gave him a pouty frown. I was still mad at him for the way he put down Daddy. I had gasped and wiggled my bottom with Uncle Dave but I wasn't about to do that for Grandpa, especially when I remembered how much he liked it the time I squirmed for him at our chess game.

Grandpa took hold of my hips like Uncle Dave had done, and gave me what he has for a boss man, which can be pretty bossy to be honest. He moved it around inside me without pulling back at all, just doing it sideways, which didn't count for any ins and outs but certainly was fucking a person. I made myself keep still, the same as I did for my mother's finger, and I never looked at Grandpa even once. I lifted my chin and gazed off into space the whole short time he was doing it, acting like I was thinking about something else entirely. When he got off me, I head him say, "Humph".

I guess Grandpa didn't think I was a very good fuck. Too bad.

My third groom was my cousin Peter. I haven't mentioned him yet. I was sort of saving Peter. I like him. He's one of my favorite relatives. He's about five years older than me. He has a good sense of humor and knows all kinds of things because he's super smart. He's also nice and we always got along great. He was like the last person you would expect to find in a family sex club but there he was, the next guy in the mirror.

"Hmmm, hello, Peter," I said.

"Hi, Elle, you hot thing."

"You never called me that before, Peter," I said, wiggling my bottom at him. I had been embarrassed for two seconds and now I was dying for him to fuck me.

He got the message if he even needed a message. He turned me over. He pushed me across the cushion until my head and shoulders were hanging over the other side and the part of me he wanted was where he wanted it.

"You don't mind if I fuck you like this, do you?," he said. His voice was tight, then it got quavery. "You fucking cunt."

I shook my head, the ends of my hair dragging on the floor. I couldn't see much except the ceiling. "I don't mind, Peter." And I didn't mind. I just wanted him to do it.

It's not like Peter to talk dirty to a girl, even when he's getting ready to fuck her I don't think. He was crazy with excitement was the reason. The excitement was in his voice and in his face which I saw when I braced my hands on the floor and lifted myself to see him a second before he began with me. Peter is well endowed and he totally went to town with his big endowment, doing five or six in and outs faster than Uncle Dave had done even one. Then Peter suddenly stopped, and you saw the pain in his face. He had gone over the limit of three and he remembered and he was upset to put it mildly. He was right at the edge but he couldn't go over the edge and do what Mother Nature wanted him to do because of a stupid rule. Most guys in his situation would have said to heck with the rule, but Peter is not that way, and now he was suffering. I felt bad for him. I thought, what was the big problem if the guy needed a girl only a few more seconds.

I hooked my right leg around him. Our eyes met, and Peter got his few more seconds, and so did I.

We had a short intermission after that while Mom and my Aunt Meg cleaned me up. Aunt Meg spanked me for letting my "slutty urges" encourage Peter to break the rule, but she was only kidding with me, and after I was sponged and dried with a towel Mom fingerfucked me a little to make sure I was still ready down there, and I was. While they waited, some of the men argued with Aunt Mary, saying they should get the same privilege that Peter got but they finally agreed to stick with the limit of three ins and outs since it was a rule in the by laws and you couldn't change it. However, you could break it, and the men mostly did but not what you would call breaking it a lot. Instead of three, the average number of ins and outs I would say was like six or seven, maybe eight, which was pretty good behavior when you think about it and none of them had a Mother Nature moment like Peter had. I'm giving a kind of summary here because I want to get to Daddy's turn.

Okay, so it's now like half an hour later and thirteen men in my family have had turns with me. I'm half out of my mind from the embarrassment as much as the sex, and I open my eyes to see who's next and it's Daddy's face in the mirror, and his naked body. And his hard cock.

"Turn yourself over, sweetheart."

I turned myself over. I could hardly breathe. He was standing and I was lying but because the Ottoman was pretty high he wasn't towering over me even though he's six feet tall. I closed the distance a little further by propping myself on my elbows. Daddy was looking at my boobs.

"Nice tits. Considerate of you to have nice tits to show your Daddy and make him hard."

I didn't say anything.

"You know when you come down for breakfast in the morning every so often and I'm still there, at the table reading the paper or whatever, and you tell me good morning and kiss my cheek?"

"Yes."

"From now on I want you to take your top off before you kiss me and let me see your tits. All right?"

"Okay. Even if Mom is there?," I whispered.

He grinned. "Even then. Now, I need a pet name for you for The Book of Names. The usual choices would be "Daddy's Whore", "Daddy's Slut", and "Daddy's Fuck Toy." Any preference?"

"Hmmmm," I said. Daddy certainly was taking his time, and I thought I knew why. It wasn't too late for us to stop. If we stopped now, I might be able to keep things sort of the way they were with him if not with the rest of the family, but the second Daddy put his cock in me that would be over and things between us would be changed forever. I felt like I was going to cry again but I surprised myself by giggling.

"Can I ask my nipples what they think?"

"By all means. Run it by them."

He made me laugh the way he said it. His cock looked very needy, besides being incredibly handsome, I noticed. "Hmmmmm. Well, I asked them and they said they like 'Daddy's Whore' the best," which as a matter of fact they did.

"'Daddy's Whore', you are then. Um, I switched with Ernie Johnson, sweetheart. Typically, the father fucks the bride at the reception, during their dance, but Ernie agreed to switch off, so he'll get the dance with you and I have his turn now."

"Oh!"

We looked at each other, not speaking, for like a minute. Last chance, I thought to myself. Probably there was nothing I could really do at this point to reverse the situation but at least I could know I tried. If only Daddy wasn't so Daddy with his great face with its way of being stern and kind at the same time, and his strong shoulders and arms, and his tight, muscular stomach, and his big needful cock and it had to be me that the need was about, and if only I wasn't already thinking about coming down to breakfast in one of my tops and finding Daddy there at the kitchen table with his newspaper, waiting for me, with Mom at the sink doing dishes and being jealous, and if only I hadn't been driven crazy by all those men, my own relatives, with their dumb quotas of ins and outs that made you gasp but that was the extent of it. I'm sorry but the "if onlys" were just too darn strong.

I batted my eyes at Daddy. I strummed my nipples with my forefingers like I was playing a tune for him and I said in the little girl's voice I like to use when I want him to give me something,

"Oh gosh, Daddy, aren't you ever going to fuck me?!"

And that's when he did.