Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

Her Mom’s warm hands on her cheeks. Hard nipple in her mouth. She was sure she was biting down but couldn’t stop. She felt tears running down her face. Her muscles exhilarated. Her body flourished. Her brother’s beautiful, bountiful cock erupted inside her again and again. She heard her brother, her mother, like they were far off in the distance.

“Oh Lexi,” Austin said, “Oh Sis. So good… Oh God so good…”

“That’s it,” Christine said, “Give it all to your sister. That’s a good boy.”

Slowly, the euphoria drained out of Lexi, leaving only a trail of pain. Her head throbbed. Her arms and legs cramped. She felt her brother’s cock soften in her snatch and as he pulled back, she felt empty. Cold.

The withdrawal of her brother, the loss, squeezed at Lexi’s chest. Her heart. And she started to weep. Her mother drew her in close and held her tight. Lexi felt her brother wrap her in his arms. The three of them. Rocking back and forth in the darkness.

Eventually they all drifted off.

*

Christine woke up on her back, her daughter’s mouth still wrapped around her little breast. Her son lying over both of them like a weird, fleshy comforter.

Dammit. They’d done it again.

Christine carefully slipped out from under her children and stood. She rubbed idly at her breast and, looking down, saw little teeth marks around the nipple. Fucking hell.

Her children both lay there beneath her. Nude sexy corpses. Christine couldn’t help appreciating the two of them. Lexi, tall, with her long brown hair and her tight little body. Her breasts really were almost the perfect size. And her butt was so round and… Christine couldn’t believe it, but she was jealous.

And her son. Holy fuck. Broad and blonde. Muscular in a way his father had never quite achieved. There were men made of marble that couldn’t compare to how Austin had filled out. That didn’t make her envious — just fucking horny.

The blonde mother shook her head, trying to get herself loose. She shouldn’t be feeling that way about her children. Fuck. They really had broken themselves, hadn’t they?

Christine forced herself out of the tent and walked over to where her youngest daughter was sleeping with James. Christine’s husband. Molly’s father. Without pause, Christine unzipped the tent and stepped in. The whole space stank of old cum and fresh pussy. Sweat and piss. James was wrapped around his little girl, hand squeezing her ample breast.

God, I’m getting sick of pulling my husband off my daughter, Christine thought. But she did it anyway.

James rolled over and looked around himself. At his daughter still unconscious on the ground. The streaks of crumbly white that covered her body. Then he looked up at his wife.

“Fuck. I really thought that we’d gotten past…” James trailed off for a moment. “I’m sorry honey. I couldn’t control it.”

“I was lying right next to you, you know,” Christine said.

James flinched like she’d slapped him. “Oh God, I’m so sorry,” he said. And Christine felt her heart break for him. After all, was she really so much better? Making Lexi lick her Mom’s snatch while Austin inseminated his sister. At their mother’s own demand, in fact.

“It’s OK,” Christine said for what felt like the millionth time. “I mean, it’s not OK, but I know. It’s not you. Not us. We need to figure this out fast before things really fall apart.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

James cocked his eyebrow at his wife. What more, exactly, was she worried might go wrong? Christine shook her head, ruefully. Oh, he had no idea.

*

The family woke up slowly. Covered in mud, piss, and cum, they pulled on their soiled bedclothes anyway and gathered around the picnic table. James used a portable hot plate to make coffee and they all slurped in silence.

Everything was damp, but as the sun crept bright over the horizon, it promised a clear, warm day. The air seemed to hush and sigh as it tickled at the trees. But all that pleasantness only made the family feel that much more punished.

After everyone settled in, Christine spoke up.

“We have a problem,” she said.

Lexi laughed. “Yeah, no shit.”

“Whatever we took, it seems like it’s not leaving our systems any time soon. And that means we’re going to keep doing this,” Christine gestured around the campsite, “At least for a little longer.”

James looked half asleep sitting at the table. Lexi held her head in her hands. Molly stared into her coffee mug. Austin kept popping his leg up and down, nervous. They looked like a bunch of addicts coming down from their latest high. Christine made herself press on, more from a feeling of responsibility than any actual conviction.

“I know this seems really bad,” she said, “Like we’ve done the worst thing in the world and it will never go away. Never get better. But if you step away and think about it, it’s really not the worst thing that could have happened.”

“I could have also fucked Uncle Jack?” Lexi asked. For a moment, Christine had a picture of herself on all fours, sucking her older brother’s dick while her daughter… Fuck. Her mind was so fucking fractured.

“We have to stop blaming ourselves,” Christine said, “We’ve been under the control of the chemicals this whole time.” At least, Christine was mostly sure of that. Almost completely. She didn’t crawl into her son’s tent and beg her daughter to lick her pussy because she wanted to. She was almost completely and totally positive that the drugs had made her force her son to seed her daughter. It was easier to talk than to think.

“For instance,” Christine continued, calling on everything she’d learned back in medical school, “There’s this medicine to help you quit smoking. I forget what it’s called. But some people taking the pills, they’d get up in the middle of the night and go gambling. They’d wake up the next morning and not even remember they did it. The body, the brain — we pretend to understand them, but we really don’t. Sometimes things just happen. If Dad lost our savings ‘sleep gambling’ or whatever we’d be sad, but no one would blame him. There’s nothing that anyone here should feel guilty or ashamed about, OK?”

Her family stared back at her.

“OK?” she repeated. Everyone nodded mechanically. It was a start. “Whatever we took, we should piss most of it out in the next day. Two at most. It’ll be out of our bloodstreams in less than a week. So, it will be gone and sooner than you think.”

“Hooray,” Austin said, flatly.

“A week?!” Lexi said, “What are we supposed to do till then? Just fu… fool around like bunnies?”

Her daughter’s refusal to curse was kind of cute considering where her mouth had been only a few hours before, Christine thought. “You think we should go back home?” she asked her daughter, seriously.

“I mean, shouldn’t we go see a doctor or something?” Lexi asked, “Make sure this isn’t just the interim step before we reach something really terrible?”

“I’m with Lexi, Mom,” Molly said, “I feel like, if we’re at home, there’s more options to help prevent this.”

Christine shook her head. God, they really didn’t get it. “The best thing about all this? It happened here. In the middle of nowhere. No one else knows what we’ve done and no one else ever has to know. God forbid we start ‘acting up’ in our backyard where the neighbors could see. Or worse. Lexi, what happens if you get one of those urges on the drive back to college? Molly, you think it’s a good idea to feel that way in the middle of History class? Or what if James and I started acting like that at work? What do you think would happen? To all of us?

“And the family thing? I mean, it’s wrong. We all know that. But at least it’s happening with people we love and trust. God, if we suddenly started doing these things with strangers, I mean. Who knows what could happen? I know it’s fucked up, but in many ways, we got lucky.”

The family all smiled. But then they sobered. Like they could see it in their minds. Sex with a family member was terrible, but the alternatives? They were absolutely terrifying.

“This is our safe place,” Christine said. “We need to stay here and sort ourselves out. We were planning on being at the lake for a week anyway. So, nothing really needs to change. Honestly, we ought to be grateful we all get this opportunity.”

“For what exactly?” Lexi asked, “To try anal for the first time?”

Austin and James both almost tipped right off the bench.

“Holy fuck, Sis,” Austin said.

“Dear, that’s not appropriate,” James said.

“None of this is appropriate, Dad,” Lexi said. Dad. Christine noticed her daughter had gone back to calling him that after they’d… Well at least there was some silver lining to this coal-black cloud.

“Let me finish,” Christine said, “I’ve dealt with addiction before.”

“Mom, you’re an ophthalmologist,” Lexi said. She’d given her mother one freaking orgasm and now she acted like she owned the woman. Good Lord. “What, you’ve got junkies hitting you up for extra eye drops?”

“No, but once upon a time I did a rotation in the ER up at County and let me tell you, I learned enough for my lifetime,” Christine said, “It’s not a matter of just getting the drug out of our system. Something like this, it changes the body. The mind. Each of us should expect a little slide back. We’re going to need to learn better self-control. And we can do that, here, by ourselves at the campsite.”

“How do we do that?” Molly asked, “Control ourselves?”

“The same way this family does everything: hard work, dedication, and a refusal to quit until we get what we want.”

Molly rolled her eyes at her mother. God, her youngest daughter could be so infuriating. Well fine, she’d make Molly or break her. Just like always.

“We won’t be slaves to these urges,” Christine said, “I won’t let it happen. We can control ourselves. Our bodies. We have to try.”

“We’ve been trying, Mom,” Molly said.

“Well not hard enough,” Christine said, “Or we wouldn’t still be doing these things. It’s time to bear down.”

“Cowboy up,” James said.

“Ninja sideways,” Austin said, “What? It seemed to fit the theme.”

Christine shook her head with disdain. Maybe if she remembered how goofy her son could be, she’d stop thinking about how sexy he was.

“So that’s it?” Lexi said, “We stay here until we get better. We don’t tell anyone. And then everything moves on like nothing happened?”

“That’s the plan,” Christine said.

“Fuck,” James said, thinking back on what his wife had said, “Could you imagine if this had happened in a place full of people? Then we’d really be screwed.”

*

Christine made breakfast, and everyone ate quietly. After they cleared the table, the blonde mother knelt in front of Lexi and checked her daughter’s ankle. Based on her own examination and Lexi’s dwindling pain, Christine was fairly sure it was only a minor sprain. That was good. If the ankle really had snapped, the Campbells would have been forced to go back to civilization, all other concerns be damned.