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I think I was quite lucky to have found my husband, Josh, since he is just the kind of man to fit in perfectly with my family. After attending my college classes, I would usually go to this little diner where he worked.

At nineteen, I had never been allowed to date. This made starting college even harder on me. For the prior three years, the only sexual contact I had was with my father, my three brothers, and my grandfather. Obviously, incest is taboo in most families, but for my family it seems quite the normal thing to do.

Because of society’s view on incest, I knew that I had to be very careful about sharing certain aspect of my family life. When Josh and I started dating, I always avoided the subject by making up a lame story about how my mother had ran out on us. But Josh had no trouble talking about his big family.

He came from a family of six kids. There were three boys: Josh twenty-six, Adam eighteen, and Grant twenty, plus three girls: Carla twenty-four, Sadie, and her twin sister, Jade, who had just turned eighteen.

His dad, Frank, worked for the post office, and his mom, Kate, worked in a day care center. It wasn’t until Josh took me home to meet his family that I realized, indeed, how special they were.

Josh had just bought a new sports car. We laughed and kidded the three-hour drive away, as we sprinted down the freeway toward his home.

I noticed that Josh seemed to be a bit on edge that day, and no wonder, since I had worn a white tank top with no bra. My tits were nice and firm, and my bulging nipples were standing erect, plainly visible. Nerves at meeting my family was causing part of my excitement, but the four months of dating Josh, with only good night kisses, had certainly increased my tension, as well.

We hadn’t talked much about sex, yet, but I knew that Josh had to be just as horny as I was. Each time as we went out, I hoped that I would end up with him inside my pussy.

I was more then a little nervous as we drove up to the brick, two story house to meet Josh’s family. Kate, a tall, robust woman with crystal blue eyes, gave her son a hug as we came through the door, then welcomed me to her home. Her salt and pepper hair was tied with a black scarf which matched the black and white pants suit she was wearing.

It was obvious from the house that the family wasn’t rich, but quite comfortable, nonetheless. As we walked into the living room, Carla, Josh’s oldest sister, came running to Josh and threw her arms around him, kissing and telling him how much she had missed him. She had short red hair, green eyes, and a gorgeous body.
The rest joined around their brother to welcome him home.

After the greetings were over, Kate told everyone that dinner would be ready in about an hour. Josh grabbed my overnight bag and headed upstairs to the guest room. Kate and I talked for awhile, then I asked for directions to the bathroom so I could freshen up for dinner.

As I walked upstairs and down a long hallway, I heard Josh’s voice from one of the rooms. He sounded a little odd. The door was slightly open, and as I peaked inside, I saw my boyfriend with his pants down and Carla on her knees, sucking his dick like there was no tomorrow. I was in shock – but it was a pleasant shock.

As I stood there watching Carla work her brother’s woody, I realized that this was not the first time that SHE had sucked her brother’s dick, and from the looks of things, dick sucking was not all that brother and sister had engaged in.

As I stood at the door hoping I wouldn’t be noticed, Josh lay Carla on the bed and began to suck her hairless cunt. My face must have turned three shades of green as he ravaged her pussy with his tongue. After licking her for awhile, he prepared to fuck his sister. That’s when I got my first good look at his cock. It was big – a nice eight inches. I felt my own pussy getting wetter as he pushed his dick into her.

I must have made se type of noise, because Josh suddenly stopped and looked in my direction. As he slowly withdrew his cock, he demanded, “Who’s there?”

There was nothing else I could do as I slowly pushed the door open to reveal myself; the shocked look on Josh’s face said it all.

“Oh my god Chris. Sweetheart, I can explain,” He said while grabbing his pants.

“Can you?”

I was so angry – not for him fucking his sister – but because he couldn’t come to me and share this part of his life with me. I know that sounds crazy, but that’s the way I felt.

As Carla grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room, Josh pulled his pants up, zipped them, and asked me to come sit by him on the bed.

“Come here, Baby. I need to explain something to you about how my family works.”

I reluctantly sat with him on the bed. He took a deep breath and started.

“I guess you could say that my parents are swingers,” he sighed, as a sheepish grin crossed his face. “My Mom and Dad, from as far back as I can remember, have been very open, sexually, with all of us. They taught us kids that it was okay for us to have sex with each other. They, of course, cautioned us to be very discreet about it with outsiders, because most people would not understand. But they stressed that sex within our family was a natural thing, and a very nice way to express our love for one another.”

He squeezed my hand and tentatively smiled. “I’m sorry you had to find out the way you did, and I guess you will want out of our relationship now,” he finished, his voice breaking.

I looked at him a moment, my own heart in my throat. “No,” I whispered. “I don’t want out of our relationship. You’re just the man I’ve been looking for.”

The stunned expression on his face was indescribable.

“I don’t understand,” he stammered. “What are you saying?”

I touched his lips lightly with mine for a moment, as the tears started trickling down my face. “Josh, I have something to tell you about my family. Much like you, I guess, when I turned sixteen, I started having sex with all the male members of my family. Until the day I left for college, I had been fucking my father, my three brothers, and my grandfather. I didn’t dare tell anyone. I was afraid if I told you that I would lose you.”