Maggie's Family Frolic
Chapter 1
by: Melissa

Story Code: M/g, F/g, g/g, g/b, F/b, M/F, incest, group sex, cons, voyeur, exhibitionist, masturbation

"See you tomorrow Maggie." My sister Grace kissed the top of my head and gave my ponytail a playful tug.

"Or will we?" Dana smiled into my face. "That is the question. Da-da-da-daahhhh." The pair of them laughed sharing some inside joke which escaped me entirely. They blew through the door; intimately conspiring with each other about something or other. And, they were gone. Their school bus would arrive at the end of our lane in minutes. The driver would honk then scold them for making her wait, throwing her off schedule entirely. It was a morning ritual for the three of them. The girls would feign contrition then gleefully meld into their gaggle of friends. The driver would mutter under her breath then continue down the rural road.

Exactly five minutes later another bus would stop and pick up Peter and me for delivery to Edgehill Public School, three concessions away. Peter now juggled his backpack and his history project backing through the door with a piece of toast hanging out of his mouth. He muttered what sounded like "Goo' luck' Maggeee, 'oomorrow." I would usually be barreling out the door on Peter's heels. We were never late for our bus. Yet, this morning I sat lazily at the kitchen table turning over my Oatmeal.

"What are they going on about? I'll see them this afternoon when they get home?" I asked mom. As the baby in the family, I was ever on guard for any kept and shared knowledge. There were always little things that I was too young to understand or would make sense to me in a year or two. It infuriated me.

"Well, Honey, maybe they mean they'll see you on your birthday... your special day... My baby's turning twelve."

"Mmm, maybe." I could spot a brush off coming from a mile away and my mother was the queen. She could change topics or throw up a smoke screen quick as Batman. For instance, I had no idea why I was being kept home today or why Mom was taking the time off work. When she told me we were to spend the day together, just her and I, I had grilled her relentlessly as to the why's and wherefore's. It did not ease my suspicions when Grace, Dana and Peter began sharing knowing looks and smiles. Something was amiss. I could smell it.

Dad then strode through the kitchen in his coveralls. "Well I'm off ladies... taking the harvester down the road to Dave's barn... we'll get her all tuned up for next month. Good luck you two." That was the last straw. I loved my Dad to distraction but he never knew what was going on with Mom and us kids. Even Dad was clued in, and me? I was left in the dark of course.

"Mom," I clanged my spoon down on the table. "What is going on? Tell me."

"Okay, Maggie, you finish your breakfast and I'll tell you what everyone is going on about." I shovelled my oatmeal into my mouth and gulped down my orange juice noisily. I clattered my dishes into the sink and stood with my hands on my hips. "Done... now what's going on?"

Mom smiled and shook her head at me. She held out her hand for me to take and said, "Come along. I'll show you." Despite my barrage of questions Mom lead me silently upstairs and into her and Dad's bedroom. She sat on their bed and patted the mattress for me to join her.

"Well Maggie, my baby, tomorrow you turn twelve and there are some things you should start to learn about."

"Oh Mom, please don't tell me that you kept me home from school to do the whole birds and bees thing. We do that at school. The kids in my class are always on about it. I live with farm animals. I've got older sisters. Maybe you should just drive me to school and consider it done."

Mom laughed at my tirade and kissed my forehead. "It's not that miss know-it-all. Well, it's not that and it is that. First Grace, then Dana, then Peter all learned something important about our family the day before their twelfth birthday. And on that day, they made a big decision. You too will make that decision here and now Maggie. I want you to feel free to decide either way, on your own. I'm going to leave you here to choose. I want you to be a grown up girl and take all the time you need."

As she spoke she went into their closet and returned with a stack of photo albums and a booklet of homemade DVDs. She deposited them on the bed in front of me. "I want you to look through the albums in order. They are numbered and then watch some of our home movies. You'll know what decision you are being asked to make as you do. Believe me it will be abundantly clear. We are all anxious to hear what you will decide, Maggie... all of us.

It all sounded far too ominous for me. I had pestered to be let in on the secret but now I was apprehensive. I felt the ground shifting beneath me. Part of me wanted to run down the stairs and watch cartoons for the rest of the day. Without a clue to their contents, the albums frightened me. "Again, take your time Maggie. I'll be right down stairs if you need me for anything... anything at all." She left me with the imposing albums staring me in the face.

I decided on the brave approach; tucked the first album under my arm and carried it over to Mom's vanity. I took her seat and slowly folded back the cover. I quickly shut it again with a gasp. Mom and Dad were sitting naked in this very room, on that very bed. I stared wide eyed at the photo. I could not stop myself. Dad had a massive hard on and Mom's hand was wrapped around it. His arm circled her waist and he fingered her pussy. They smiled cheerfully into the camera. It was obviously a timed exposure. They were so very young in the photograph. A typed caption was affixed to the top of the pic. THE NEWLY WEDS... GETTING TO KNOW YOU. Mom was pretty and glowing with a radiant complexion and long cascading blonde hair. She looked like eerily like Dana. Daddy looked strong, lean and sexy. I kept staring at his thick manly cock. I was upset, frightened and aroused. I could not refrain from squeezing my thighs together. I think I spent the longest time on that first picture. I studied Mom's tits, her triangle of fair, thick cunt hair. I lingered over Dad's dark handsome face, his defined chest muscles, his dark thatch of cock hair. I blushed with shame or perhaps arousal. I wanted to run out of the room screaming and I wanted to take the picture to my bed and masturbate again and again to the lurid image.

I did eventually turn the page to reveal a double sided collage of the young couple, my Mom and Dad fucking each other. FUCKING OUR BRAINS OUT.... OUR MULTIPLE DAILY FUCKS, the caption read. There were triangles and squares and overlapped pictures with Dad on top, with Mom on top, with Dad standing and holding Mom like an extension of his cock. Her head was thrown back in a display of fucking ecstasy. Other pics showed Mom bending over the dresser or the bathtub and Dad was fucking her from behind. They were sometimes in scissoring positions or with Mom lying on her tummy. The cluster of images were highly erotic and as I studied them I often forgot it was my Mom and Dad and I began to rub my cunt through my pajamas bottoms.

I turned the page to yet another double sided collage. The caption announced, ORAL SEX... HOW TASTY. Once more shaped and overlapping photos showed Dad eating out Mom's pussy or Mom sucking Dad's cock. Kids don't think about their parents sucking cock or eating cunt. It's something they whisper about in the school yard or during sleep-overs, as if they invented it. Mom was on her knees, then laying on top of him, then sucking him off in a chair, there were even some shots of her licking his bum. The other set of pictures had Dad with his head between her legs as she lay on the bed or tonguing her as she bent over, her ass waving in the air, others had her sitting on the edge of a chair. He also had his tongue buried in her ass for a couple of those shots. I was slowly getting over the shock of seeing their privates and began to admire what a sexy couple they were.

I quickly closed the book and stared up at the ceiling. Why was I being shown these pictures? Was it Mom's idea of progressive sex education? What decision did I have to make? Something began to nibble at the edges of my mind and it scared me. I returned to the album, flipped to my place and turned the page to find the heading. WE BEGIN TO FANTASISZE... SHARING OUR WANTS. There were various shots of Mom and Dad sitting up and watching each other masturbate, other shots of them masturbating over some magazine then playing with each other as they watched the television set. And yet another shot revealed them doing the same thing in front of the computer screen. Next came a creative double page of text, a graphic collage of varying colours, fonts and sizes covered the pages: Swinging, watching, sharing, strangers, motels, weekends, fucking, sucking, couples, glory holes, pornography, Swing, watch, show, fuck, suck, dance, tease, dare, share, eat, lick, filthy, degenerate, perverted, GLORIOUS,

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I was afraid to turn to the next page. I did of course and the title read OUR FIRST 'SPECIAL' FRIENDS. There were Mom and Dad naked visibly older than in the first picture of the book but between Mom and Dad stood a woman. I couldn't name her but she was vaguely familiar then beside Mom stood a man that I was sure I had never seen. They too were naked. Mom and Dad smiled sheepishly into the camera and Mom had her hand on the stranger's stiff cock while he covered her naked cunt with his hand. Dad and the woman beside him were similarly posed. I again shut the book and started to cry. If my decision was whether or not they could continue doing this, then I was going to vote against it, vehemently. I was more afraid of them getting a divorce than upset by their fucking the other couple.

I stood up indignantly, but knew I would resume studying the pictures. They were filthy and disgusting and forbidden and they excited my cunt incredibly. I sat back down and returned to the page. Opposite the picture of the four 'special' friends was a photo of Mom actually fucking the strange man. Her legs were wrapped round his waist as she lay on her back taking his cock as deeply as he could pound it. Daddy and the other woman were sitting fondling each other and watching their partner's fuck someone else.

In the next shot, on the same page, the roles were reversed. Mom and the strange guy were touching each other as Dad fucked the lady. Dad and the lady were sitting up facing each other on the bed, their arms wrapped around each other and they were fucking energetically. The two of them were looking down as Dad's cock slid in and out of her. Mom and her pal were watching the same thing.

I was disgusted and hypnotically attracted to the images. I slipped my hand inside my panties and found my clit. I began to rub it in circles. The next set of pages was entitled, FRIENDS, NEIGHBOURS, AND STRANGERS. These were all cut out images of men and women all naked staring into the camera. There was a large number of people depicted. Obviously a visual listing of people my parents had fucked. Most of them, I had never met, but was stunned to find Mr. and Mrs. Phillips within the line-up. They owned the granary in town. Then I saw Mr. Shelby a teacher at my school. I also found my uncle Frank and shockingly my cousins Beth and Ronny. A host of strangers stared out at me and then I found Sheriff Weston and his wife Matty. It went on like that; strangers then a surprise familiar face. To my own shame, I found myself comparing and studying the various cocks of the men in the photos. I reprimanded myself then quickly returned to my ogling again and again, especially with those men that I had recognized.

The next four double pages were all entitled, THE LIFESTYLE... DEDICATED FOLLOWERS. They were numbered I, 2, 3 and 4. Each consisted of multipicture cellophane pages with six slots per page. They showed Mom and Dad at parties, in motels, on vacations, in this very bedroom, in clubs and assorted homes. In all they were engaged either in group sex or in single fucking scenes with others watching and usually masturbating. Most disturbing were the occasional photos of Mom with a cock up her cunt and another in her mouth and a surrounding gang of lewdly straining dicks all jacking off above her writhing body. There were also shots of Dad with up to four women kneeling about his cock sucking, licking, stroking, fingering or even licking his bum.

I closed the first album and closed my eyes. I should have been considering this shocking revelation concerning my parents' secret lives. Rather, I was fingering myself and replaying some of the dirty pictures; taboo, filthy, pictures that enflamed my lust. I had my first orgasm while looking at the cover of the album and recalling its contents. I walked quickly about the room, confused, upset, and horny. I grabbed the first album, placed it back on the bed and brought the next one over to the vanity and I sat before it. I opened the first page and froze on the spot. My heart must have stopped in my chest. There was a big portrait picture of my oldest sister. GRACE was emblazed across the top and at the foot it read TWELVE YEARS OLD. From a dead stop my heart went to racing and I began to sweat. I stood again and paced the room. I would not allow myself to think, only to pace. I came back to the stool and sat down decisively flipping over the title page.

Grace stood completely naked. Mom and Dad, also naked stood to either side of her. Her left hand fisted Dad's massive erection and her right covered Mom's now shaven cunt. The three of them smiled brightly into the lens. There were two pictures on the opposing page. The top one depicted Grace easing herself down on a sitting Daddy. Her cunt spread wide open and Mom was directing Dad's cock into her glistening girly pussy.

The lower picture showed Grace with her face buried in Mom's pussy. Mom lay with her legs stretched from one side of the bed to the other and Dad set up on his hands and knees directly behind Grace. He was tonguing her cunt as her bum stuck tauntingly up in the air. I once again walked away from the pictures. I even went into the bathroom and closed the door. I stared at the inside of the door and was breathing heavily. I sat on the toilet and found myself fingering my cunt again. "They are fucking Grace. They are fucking my sister Grace... and...and she is loving it." I came hard when I said that. I nearly slid off the toilet. I went directly and locked the bathroom door, the door that opened into the hallway. I also ran and locked Mom and Dad's bedroom door. I needed privacy. I needed to be left alone; to think.

My curiosity and my suspicions drove me to flip open the other three albums to their title pages. The next album was entitled DANA and again TWELVE YEARS OLD was the footer which highlighted her portrait. I knew before opening the next one that it would contain a portrait of Peter and say PETER and TWELVE YEARS OLD. My hands shook as I opened the last one to reveal the words MAGGIE and TWELVE YEARS OLD but, the album was devoid of a portrait or photographs. Any questions concerning my decision were erased at that moment. Would I join the family's sexual lifestyle or opt out of their incestuous and wanton games.

I checked the lock on both doors into the hall, slipped out of my pajamas and my panties and sat down naked to study Grace's album. Something was evolving in my reactions and emotions. I began to feel an absolute liberation. My Mom and Dad, my sisters and brother were fucking and sucking both cocks and cunts doing exactly as they pleased, using and abusing each other while I had been worrying about right and wrong, fretting about touching myself, or exploring the bodies of my friends and playmates. Suddenly, it was like somebody had flung open the door of my bird cage. This was a get out of jail free card. A smile spread across my face.

I suddenly sprang up and fetched Dana's album. I opened both hers and Graces to their first sex shots where they stood naked between Mom and Dad. I had asked both girls about the pain and sensitivity in my puffy nipples and the buds which were developing into small cone shaped titties. They both told me that all was normal and they were the same but now I could check. I could be absolutely sure. I looked intently at both of their titties. They were my exact age, to the very day. I felt myself up, squeezing the base of my tiny mounds of flesh. My twelve year old tits pointed upwards and outwards sitting like two small fleshy cones on my chest. My left one was a bit smaller than my right but I think only I would notice that. Both my sisters looked much the same with Grace having darker nipples like me while Dana's were a pinker shade like mom's. There was no noticeable difference in size and we were all shaped exactly alike. I was thrilled. I loved Graces 17 year old tits and wanted mine to be just like hers. Dana who was 15 was noticeably smaller than Grace's and remained cone shaped and pointy like mine; a larger version of my own.

I felt reassured and placed Dana's book back on the bed. I returned to Graces album but with new eyes. I turned the page, the title GRACE FUCKING topped another collage all involving Mom, Dad and Grace. Various sizes and shapes of photographs depicted Grace fucking Dad on the bed, on the floor, in a chair, from the front from the back, from the side. Her face was a mask of joy and ecstasy. Then there was Mom finger fucking her, scissoring her and using a plastic cock on her. Instead of with embarrassment I now gawked hungrily at my Dad's magnificent cock and wondered what this or that position would feel like. I was no longer gentle on my cunt but pressed hard against my clit and fingered myself more aggressively than I had ever done. From that point onward I ceased to agonize over my decision. Rather I wondered when we would get started.

The following section was called GRACE AND ORAL SEX. It was still another collage with Grace sucking off Daddy or eating out our Mom or with them licking Grace to orgasms, licking as a couple or one at a time. I was surprised at the number of variations just one extra partner added to the possibilities and the eroticism of their positions. I wanted to do all that. I wanted all that done to me. I was not going to be left out of this smorgasbord.

Still, I was in for another surprise, I should have seen it coming but the title GRACE AND THE FAMILY tipped me off. Here I saw Grace eating out and fingering Dana, enjoying Dad with Dana, having an all-girl sex feast with Dana and Mom. Then, amazingly, I got my first real look at Peter's cock. Dana held it and was inserting it into Grace's cunt. I couldn't take my eyes off it and started fingering myself wildly. I was close to my release when I noticed a blank section at the end of the collage. I realized that is was left open for me. It was for pictures of me fucking Grace. That is when I came. There could surely be no more surprises in the Grace album; or so I innocently believed. I turned the page to uncover GRACE AND OUR SPECIAL FRIENDS. My eyes popped to see Grace fucking and sucking some of the strangers from Mom and Dad's LIFESTYLE pages. Mom and Dad and at times a crowd of people were in the background offering encouragement and masturbating to Graces sexual exploits. Most astounding of all was a shot of Grace's best girl-friend Winnie fucking my Dad as Grace and Mom looked on.

Dana's album had all the same headings, collages and singles as Graces. I ogled each picture with the same intensity and desire as I had with Grace's. My shock had diminished but my arousal increased as I devoured the fucking and sucking pictures knowing that I would have the same headings, collages, experiences included in my album... in my twelfth year. Even fucking grown up strangers, men and women went from, well... I guess so to... oh boy, when do we start?

Peter's album was the same but of course different altogether. He fucked Mom in every way shape and form and licked her back front and side but Dad was relegated to a watcher. He watched them and masturbated as his son fucked his wife. Peter watched Mom and Dad fucking too within the first couple of pages but in the collages he got to fuck Mom and Grace and Dana. I loved those pics and couldn't contain myself thinking of my beloved Peter fucking me while everyone watched. My head reeled when I saw how much the ladies in the OUR SPECIAL FRIENDS section went gaga over his stiff young cock. I don't know how long I was up in that room, lost in the family erotica, but I went through each book three more times. I then hurried into my panties and pajamas and prepared to rush down stairs announcing my grand decision.

Then, I noticed the homemade DVD's. There were three of them, all containing clips of orgy-style fuck parties; some showed Mom and Dad with assorted strangers, numbering from two to a house full. Some had Mom and Dad enjoying Grace, Dana and Peter. I got to watch them all fuck in living color, laughing and talking dirty and having a wonderful time together. Then there were some parties that included Mom, Dad, my brother and sisters and a gaggle of strangers. There were bodies and cum everywhere. I watched many of the clips while lying on the bed with my hands down my panties. Sometimes I would fast forward the repetitive scenes. I was that eager to get down stairs and see Mom. And, now that the decision was made I ached to get in on all the debauchery myself.

I was also starving and just had to click on my questioning machine as Mom called it. I had so many, what, when, where, why, and how's built up inside me. I was about to burst. And even more than that, I wanted Mom and Dad to fuck me right now, this afternoon, this instant.

I ran down the stairs to find that Dad was home from Dave Weis' barn and sat sipping coffee at the kitchen table. Mom was leaning on the counter whispering to him. They both looked a bit anxious. Like they did when I had to have my tonsils out. I stopped at the entrance to the kitchen and looked form one to the other. I tried to adopt a scowl. Then I ran at Mom and burst out. "Yes, yes, yes, oh yes Mom. Thank you, thank you, thank you. When can we start?"

Daddy laughed and joined Mom and me in a group hug. "Yes, yes, yes, Daddy. I bubbled over and bounced with joy. I love you so."

"Well, Maggie. Look at the supper I have prepared for Grace, Dana, and Peter. They will look after themselves when they get home from school. Each of them made their decision just like you on their last day of being eleven. Then we took them up to our room, took some pictures and began their albums. They each spent that first night with us; just them and us. And, when they woke up they were twelve. They were twelve and had had sex all night with Daddy and I. They then spent their birthdays with each other and with us; all of us getting to know each other. Won't that make for a splendid birthday party for you Maggie... a family birthday party? We'll eat now just the three of us. Then we'll go up into our room and begin. The others will know full well what we are doing and will not interrupt us tonight. Tomorrow however they will be anxious to join in on your coming of age party."

"So, we start my album now?" I was ready to jump out of my skin.

"We start your album now." Mom and Dad sang out in unison...

4,370 Words.

The End of Chapter 1

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