1. New Family Rules 1


    Date: 3/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Author: boxfan91, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    After a near-divorce experience, my wife and I decided to expand our relationship horizons; meaning we took a long look at our life together. We discussed everything from money, to raising our kids, to sex, and everything in between. This led to a date night, which led to fantasies being openly talked about, which led to role play. At some point, the fantasies and role play started to morph into looking for others join us in the bedroom, or anywhere else naked people can get together. It was upon returning from one of these encounters that Denise, my wife, and I walked in our 13-year-old son Billy licking cum from his 14-year-old sister's pussy and spitting it on her stomach and legs. Thanks to Denise and I indulging in some pretty raunchy role play and other sexual actives we didn't completely flip out. “Sue, why exactly is your brother licking your, um…private parts?” Denise asked our daughter. The “Oh shit!” look on Sue's face said a lot. Mostly it said she was scared. But embarrassment also was part of her expression; embarrassed that she got caught in a very awkward act, embarrassed that her parents could see her nude with her most private parts on full display. Billy's face was just pure terror as he stopped licking and looked at me and his mother. “We were, uh, uh, and then Billy, uh, um, and I don't want to get, have baby, so he was trying to uh, you know,” was her clearly well thought out answer. “Billy, please remove your face from between your sister's thighs,” I ...
    calmly requested. The room was still and deadly silent for a moment as we all looked at each other, trying to process the scene. Seeing my teen daughter with cum covering her stomach and legs was not something I was ready for. Nor was seeing my son with a faced smeared with pussy juice and a few drops of his own cum on his lips. “Sue, go upstairs and clean up,” my wife said in a voice too calm for the situation. “Billy you do the same. We’ll talk about this shortly,” As the kids fumbled around to get upstairs they were too shocked to worry about covering up, giving Denise and me an eyeful of both our naked children. Once Sue and Billy were upstairs, Denise and I discussed what to do next. During our almost-divorce talks, we discovered that I was the strict parent and Denise was the pushover parent. Since those talks, we have become the epitome of parenting teamwork: no more saying yes to everything, no more coming down on them for every little misstep. Now we discuss what we should do, sometimes while the kids are right in front us. This would be one of those situations. “I don't know,” I said flatly. “Me either,” Denise admitted. We sat dumbfounded for a few minutes. “First things first, we need to take care of any possible pregnancy,” Denise muttered with a hint of fear in her voice. “Right. And then what? Stopping them will be almost impossible unless we quit working and spend all our time watching them,” I said. “We can send Billy to military school and Sue to a convent,” ...
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