(mf, mFf, Ff inc, Mff inc, mf inc, ff inc, anal,
preg)
(this is one of Puppy's stories)
Introduction
When people hear my wife's foreign accent, and they see her fair-skinned beauty, sometimes they suspect she was a mail-order bride. It doesn't help that my hairline is receding, even before I've turned thirty, and my wife is three years younger, and she looks younger still. There is definitely a negative stigma to it, something seedy about ordering a bride, with hints of prostitution and exploitation of desperate young women. It's rather unfair to me and my wife, whom I love deeply and did not by any means purchase through the mail! However, the true story of how we met is far, far stranger and more perverse than the wildest imagination of my American friends.
I was a very young man, 19 years old, from the American Midwest. I was in my last year of high school and already accepted to a prestigious university, at which I would start in the fall. My interests were in international studies: I was active in the "model UN" club, followed the international news closely, and loved to talk about culture and global politics well beyond the patience of my family and small town. My parents and friends were not entirely surprised when I announced my desire to spend the summer at a "language immersion" volunteer job overseas. They were surprised, though, that I chose a remote country in Eastern Europe. In fact, most of them had never heard of it. To protect the innocent (and the guilty) in my story, I will call the country Molvania. (For the geographically challenged, there is no real country by that name!) I have changed all people's names to commonplace Eastern-European names. I have disguised and left out many details that would identify me, my wife, or the country. As for my own name, for this story I'll call myself Ethan.
The events described below took place in the mid-1990s. Back then, the "World Wide Web" was still very new. My ability to purchase books and practice tapes in the language of the country I would be visiting via this "Web" was still an exciting surprise. I listened to the exotic, incredibly foreign-sounding tapes again and again. It seemed impossible that I could ever learn to make the strange sounds of Molvanian, but I was determined.
Arrival
I said goodbye to friends and family, and packed a few things I feared I might not find in Molvania, like soft American bathroom tissue. After a long flight to Europe and a connecting flight from Frankfurt to the Molvanian capitol, a young man met me at the airport holding a sign with my name on it. This was Alex, the same age as myself. His family would host me for the three months of my visit. The company that arranged my trip had worked out all the visa requirements and chosen Alex's family based on location and the fact they had a son my age.
Alex cheerfully helped me lug my baggage off and we took a long taxi ride from the capitol to a small town a good distance away. The countryside was not so remarkable, after seeing and reading so much about picturesque parts of Europe, but I loved hearing the exotic Molvanian language everywhere around me. What had been a tinny recording from an obscure country was suddenly very real, vibrant, and all around me. The taxi drove crazily along narrow highways and bumpy roads, finally depositing us in front of an simple-looking house. Alex's parents came out and there was an explosion of exuberant greeting, almost completely in Molvanian with a little thickly-accented English for my benefit. I quickly realized that although Alex spoke English well enough for me to understand, his parents did not. He cheerfully tried to translate bits for me here and there. After the long flight, the time difference, and the disorienting experience of landing in another language and culture, my first day in Molvania was a bit of a blur. The room I would be staying in was tidy, the food quite strange, all the spoken and written words around me unintelligible. I tried to make a good impression, but I doubt I was good company before collapsing in bed.
The next day, the family let me sleep in till noon. I unpacked slightly, looked out my window, and stared at my Molvania language instruction books again. When I managed to ask my host mother "What time is it?" in Molvanian, she smiled brightly, corrected my pronunciation, then told me the time in Molvanian. I was delighted to have been understood for the first time, but had to go back to my book to work out what she had said. So it went with most of my attempts to speak the language for the first month.
On my third day, Alex showed me how to take a bus - the only one that passed through his town - to a larger town where I was lumped in with handful of other international students, mostly from Western Europe, for a morning of language instruction. The class was slow, and the other European students not terribly friendly. I was happy to return to my small town, where Alex was out of school and spent the afternoon taking me for a walk around town. I saw many things, but my attention was caught not by the architecture or the landscape, but by the numerous young women we saw, who all seemed to be very attractive. Of course, as a single 19-year-old male, my sex drive made me see the world in a somewhat distorted way, but there was no denying that a lot of young women in this town were objectively beautiful!
I had a girlfriend in my senior year of high school, for several months, and we had gone "all the way" many times, so I wasn't a virgin. However, it had ended badly and I had been single ever since, so I was used to having sex with only myself. In my room alone at night, my fantasy life soon focused on the Molvanian girls of the town. As you would expect of a boy my age, my masturbation was fueled by imagining them naked, imaging having sex with them, even wild fantasies of having sex with a whole group of nubile Molvanian beauties. I figured my chances of actually finding a girlfriend here were slim. Besides the language barrier, there was the culture barrier. In this country and this town, what was an acceptable way to approach a girl? How could I possibly know who was single? Would I get beaten up or embarrassed by flirting with the wrong girl? It was too difficult and dangerous. My days were filled with longing and sexual frustration, my nighttimes with fantasy and release.
Mira
When I actually met a girl, it came as a great surprise. A few days after arrival, I worked up the courage to walk down the main street of town by myself, and stepped into a bakery. There were no customers inside, and a girl around my age sat behind the counter. From my first glance at her, I could tell she was very bored. From my second glance, I determined she was quite beautiful. A pale face, dark hair just past her shoulders, dark pretty eyes. I looked around the shop, trying to look at the baked goods to avoid staring at her. I was terribly self-conscious, and my pulse sped up. Finally, I gathered all my courage, pointed to a pastry, and asked "How much is that?" in my best Molvanian.
She looked puzzled at first, then her face lit up with a smile. I stared in fascination, as the smile made her face even prettier. There was a long moment when we looked into each other's eyes. Finally she spoke.
"English?"
It took me a long moment to realize what she had said.
"Yes, uh, yes, I'm American." I stuttered.
"I speak some English." She then told me how much the pastry was, and I fumbled nervously with the strangely-colored money in my pocket. She watched with an expression of polite amusement, helped me out by making change. Lacking any excuse to hang around, I mumbled Molvanian for "thank you", and awkwardly made my exit. The image of her smile stayed in my mind for a long time afterward.
That night, my fantasies settled very directly on this mysterious girl at the bakery.
It became a part of my daily routine, after my morning classes were done, to stop by the bakery. There was almost never any other customers, and each day I became a little bolder. On the second day I asked her name, and learned it was Mira. On the third day, she asked my name, and the name of my home town in America. I learned that she went to school in the morning, then worked in the bakery each afternoon, which was owned by her father. Apparently, Molvania didn't have the same idea of "summer vacation" as American schools, so she was still in school in June. She spoke surprisingly good English, which she tried to explain, something about exposure to American music and movies, combined with a little bit of instruction in school.
She asked why on earth I chose to come to Molvania, and I tried to explain about my interest in lesser-known parts of the world, my geographic curiosity, but she still looked puzzled. Why would an American come to her poor country? It was quite clear that many Molvanians, including Mira, would be happy to leave it to go to America, or just about anywhere else.
On the forth day, I hung out and talked with her for a long time. We spoke with words, but our body language was definitely communicating a great deal as well. I tried not to let my eyes wander over her body as we talked, but her breasts pressed against her dress in an attention-grabbing way, her hands were pretty, and I eventually realized I was being a little too obvious in my glances. That's when she surprised me by making the first move.
"I'm almost done today. Would you like to go for a walk?"
I blinked, pausing, unable to believe my luck. "With you?"
She laughed gently. "Yes, with me."
"Yes!"
"Good." she said simply. I studied her expression, trying to figure out if she was really flirting with me, whether this was an innocent proposal or a date. She closed up the bakery, and led me down an alley onto a trail, which wound down along a stream which I hadn't realized flowed through the town. She gestured toward a fallen tree. I sat down, and the view of the stream and trees was quite pretty. My hopes were raised and my heart pounded as she sat down next to me, very close to me. Our location off the trail was fairly hidden from view. I instantly realized this was a perfect spot for young people seeking to avoid attention.
"I like you, Ethan." She looked into my eyes.
"I really like you, Mira." I managed, then cursed myself for how dumb that probably sounded. I put my hand on hers, and one thing led to another. We kissed, gently at first a very long time, then cautiously we moved up to heavy petting. Her breasts under her dress felt heavenly. I was surprised when she boldly put her hand between my legs to feel my obvious erection. She smiled then resumed kissing me while lightly moving her hand across my cock through my clothes. In my intensely aroused state, this tiny stimulation was incredible.
Eventually it ended. She led me back to the bakery, said goodbye and walked away. I walked home, my body still buzzing. My host family noted my positive change in mood, my increased appetite for dinner. That night, I came three times thinking of my time with Mira. All I had to do was imagine her slipping off her clothes, and that did it.
First Steps
I actually enjoyed my next day at the language school. We would have a full month of instruction before being sent to our volunteer jobs, so there was no hurry. My mind was definitely elsewhere, though - specifically, on seeing Mira again. Not wanting to be too obvious by hanging out in her bakery for a long time, I showed up just before I knew she would be closing. She smiled when she saw me.
"I think you would like to take a walk with me again." she said almost teasingly.
I just nodded.
"Then let's go."
She led back to the same spot. This time, she sat immediately next to me, and we fell into kissing immediately. In just minutes, she had her hand moving over my erection through my pants again. That's when she totally floored me.
"Would you like me to..." she seemed to pause, thinking of the word in English, "suck it?"
I stared at her. This was way beyond my hopes. I had no idea what to expect of the sexual openness in Eastern Europe in general, or Molvania in particular. I had imagined it might be stuffy and conservative, perhaps highly religious. Mira's words dispelled that fear in an instant.
"Um... sure, um, yes. Is that OK?" I asked, unable to believe my luck.
"It's OK. Nobody will see us."
We went back to kissing as she unzipped my pants. I helped by scooting forward on the tree and undoing the button fly. She pulled my briefs carefully over my erection, then with no further warning she knelt in front of me and took the head of my cock in her mouth. I almost fainted, my legs quivering, fearing I would come right away. She just sucked gently, focusing at first on my cock, then looking up at me while sucking to gauge my reaction. I just beamed down at her, and mumbled something about how wonderful it was. She grew bolder, and took more of me in her mouth. Her hands were busy holding my pants open, so it was just her mouth touching me, her hot, soft lips and tongue.
"It's OK, you can do it." she stopped sucking long enough to say, then went back to sucking.
My mind whirled. Do it? She must mean coming. There was no question I was about to come, and now there was no question of where. She bobbed her head a little faster, and I lost it, exploding in her mouth. When she felt it, she stopped moving and sucked harder, drinking me down. I could feel her head moving slightly as her throat swallowed several times. She stayed down there, nursing on my cock until she was certain it was completely drained, then she came back up to sit next to me.
"You liked that?"
I gave her a wide smile. "Way more than liked it. I don't know how to tell you, thank you, that's the most amazing thing I have ever felt."
She gave me a curious look. "You have been with a girl before, right?"
"Yes, I mean, yes I used to have a girlfriend. I'm not a virgin. But what you just did... we never did that. I mean, in her mouth."
"Oh." She looked puzzled. "I liked doing that for you. If you don't do it in her mouth, where did you do it, when she sucked you?"
"Uh..." my mind whirled. Trying to imagine my ex-girlfriend was difficult when my mind was totally on Mira, but she seemed very matter-of-fact about it. No overtone of jealousy, just curiosity. "She... always stopped before I came. Sometimes she did it with her hand, sometimes we..." I paused. It was really weird, talking about my ex this way.
"Yes?"
"Sometimes we did it afterwards, I mean, we had sex, she didn't suck me all the way."
"Oh. OK, I understand."
That was apparently the end of the subject for her, as she went back to kissing me. I tried to feel for the location of her nipples under her dress. She didn't seem to respond sexually to my caresses of her body, but she certainly liked kissing. Eventually we broke the kiss and sat embracing and looking at each other.
"What is your family like, back in America?"
I tried to explain about my family - how I had grown up, my siblings, my parent's jobs. She seemed very interested, prompting me for more details of how well we got along as a family.
"What about your family?" I asked.
She frowned. "I don't like to talk about them."
"Oh. OK. Your father owns the bakery, right?"
"Yes. He also owns a petrol station. He is also a businessman."
I learned later than "businessman" was a euphemism for someone operating some shady enterprise on the black market, or the semi-legitimate "grey market". I was curious, but Mira dropped the subject and went back to kissing me. We passed some time pleasantly, kissing and talking, avoiding any mention of her family. Finally we stopped and walked back to town, going home separately.
The next day was the weekend. I went by Mira's bakery, but there was another woman working there. Alex took me on a bus trip to visit a larger town a half-hour away. I met some of his friends, and tried out my Molvanian on them, much to their amusement. My mind was elsewhere, though. I pondered telling Alex about Mira, but decided against it. Alex seemed very friendly, but who knew what personal history might exist in a town as small as his? It was safer not to mention it.
Sunday also went by too slowly. Mira wasn't at the bakery. I went in anyway to buy a pastry I liked. The older woman behind the counter didn't speak any English, but I managed in Molvanian.
Finally, it was Monday afternoon, and I rushed over the bakery after getting back into town. I was delighted to see Mira in the store. It wasn't time to close, so I hung out and we talked pleasantly about all sorts of things. I noticed that instead of a full dress, she wore a conservative blouse and a long matching skirt. When she closed up, there was not even a question of where we would go. We eagerly headed out to our private spot on the stream, and fell into kissing. This time, she unbuttoned her blouse.
"I think you like my body?" she said simply.
I took the encouragement, and reached into her blouse to cup her bra-clad tits. "Yes, I love your body. You are so beautiful, everything about you."
"My... breasts?"
"Breasts, yes. Tits."
"Tits?" she smiled. "And this is penis?" She touched me between my legs.
"Penis, um, yes. Or dick, or cock, or a lot of other slang words."
"What do you say, penis, or the slang words?"
"Uh... I guess it depends who I'm talking to."
"What if you are talking to a naked girl that likes you?" She smiled and batted her eyes at me.
"Um, I guess I would say cock."
"Cock!" she smiled. "And you want to see my... tits?"
"Yes, very much."
There was some mutual fumbling with her bra, and soon I beheld her tits, which were even more magnificent than I had fantasized. Perfectly proportioned for her frame, not overly large, with small pink nipples and subtle areolas. I played with them as we kissed deeply, then I moved down to suck on them. She let me suck, with an amused expression on her face, then we went back to kissing as she fished out my cock which was hard as a rock.
"I'm going to suck your... cock."
I just nodded, as she knelt and proceeded to give me a fast, deep blowjob. I barely lasted a minute, bursting in her mouth without any ability to stop myself. She hummed as she swallowed, then she came up and we were kissing again. There was a little taste of my cum in her mouth, which under the circumstances I could hardly complain about. I sucked her tits again, kissed some more, then I bravely put my hand under her skirt and ran it up her inner thigh. She spread her legs wider to give me access. I couldn't see what I was doing, so I had to depend on my sense of touch to find the edge of her panties. Encountering no opposition, I slipped a few finger under her panties to explore then lips of her pussy, and felt the heat between them.
"What do you call it, what you are touching, when you are with a girl?" she asked.
"Pussy."
"OK, pussy. You can touch my pussy."
I knew enough about a girl's anatomy from long hours of experimentation with my ex-girlfriend. Boldly, I started to stroke her clit under her skirt as we kissed, paying careful attention to her reaction to find what motion and speed she liked. This went on for a long, delicious time. I was amazed and totally delighted when I actually managed to bring her to orgasm.
"Very good..." she moaned, then said something in Molvanian, of which I didn't understand a word. The language sounded so very pretty when she spoke it. After she gathered her composure, we talked about English slang words for orgasm, then moved onto words for sex.
"Are you a virgin?" I dared to ask.
She looked at me for a long time, with a far-away look on her face, before slowly shaking her head. There was almost a look of sadness there.
"We shouldn't do that." she said finally.
I hadn't been suggesting that we have real sex. That was well beyond my hopes. But now the question was out in the open and it had been answered.
"Can I suck your cock again, instead?" she offered.
I considered explaining that I didn't expect sex from her at all, but decided to simply nod my head. She eagerly dropped to kneeling in front of me, and gave me a long, deep, passionate blowjob. I lasted much longer this time. At one point she sped up, her loose tits slapping lightly against each other as she bobbed her head. She slowed down again to try taking me deeper, and I was startled by how deep she could take me. There was something in her confident manner that suggested she had given head many, many times. One of her hands played with my balls, and I came deep in her mouth.
Sometime afterward, as we sat kissing, she asked me my age. I was surprised that the subject hadn't come up before.
"I'm 19. And you?"
"I'm 16."
My head spun. From her face and her body, I wouldn't have guessed a day under 18. I must have looked panicked.
"What?" she asked.
"In American, it is very illegal for me to have any kind of sex with you, because I am over 18, and you are under 18."
She considered this. "There is some kind of law like this here, but it is not important." She shrugged. "The police do not care."
"What about your family?"
She paused, with a strange look on her face, as if amused and sad at the same time. "If a girl's family does not approve, then breaking the law is not the most big problem you have."
"Would they approve of me?"
She paused again, for a long time, lost in thought. Finally she said, "Let's not talk about my family."
"OK. I'm sorry I mentioned it."
We went back to kissing, then we adjusted our clothes and walked slowly back along the stream, holding hands. Mira seemed to stand closer to me, and was more reluctant to part when we got back to the street.
Girl Talk
The next two days were similar. We would meet at the bakery, talk, walk to the stream, and she would give me an incredible blowjob in the course of making out. I brought her to orgasm once more, on Wednesday, and after she came on my hand, I brought the fingers up to me mouth to taste them. She looked at me, wide-eyed, then she amazed me by tasting her own pussy on my fingers as well.
"You know about sex between a girl and a girl? Lesbian." she said.
"Um... yes. I know about lesbians. Why?"
She smiled mysteriously. "Oh, it is nothing."
"Have you been with a girl?" I dared to ask.
"Maybe."
That was all she would say. She sucked me off one more time, and while she was doing it I was already imagining her naked with another girl. The image was too much for me, and I came in her pretty 16-year-old mouth faster than I expected.
"You were thinking about me with another girl." she said, as if reading my thoughts.
I glanced down, guiltily. "I... I guess I was."
"Why is that? Why does a boy get excited, sexual, thinking about two girls together?"
I thought a for a long time. "I don't know."
"I don't know either." she concurred. "So, you think about other girls?"
"I only think about you!" I answered quickly. It was true. "When I imagined you with another girl, it wasn't a real person, just an imaginary one."
"Don't worry, I understand." she smiled.
We kissed, holding each other close. I drew her into my lap, so that I could hug her from behind and kiss the back of her neck as we watched the stream flowing. The moment felt so perfect. I felt so close to her, and yet still so far away, as there was so much I didn't know about her. I had no idea then of exactly how much I didn't know.
Her Father
The following day, Thursday, was the day everything changed. I arrived at the bakery as usual, and was deeply in conversation with Mira when a large man strode into the store. He looked at Mira, looked at me, then barked something in Molvanian at her. Mira looked panicked. They had a quick conversation of which I didn't understand a word, then Mira spoke to me in English.
"Ethan, this is my father."
I faced him nervously. He had a strong, beefy frame and a tough look. Did he know anything about Mira and I? Was I about to get killed? I struggled to act calmly.
"I'm pleased to meet you, sir." I said, then kicked myself for not attempting it in Molvanian. I also realized that I couldn't address him by name, as I didn't even know Mira's last name.
To my great relief, he smiled and put out his hand. "Pleased to meet you. My name is Drago." he said in English, his accent much thicker than Mira's. For a moment, he and I just stood there, staring at each other. Then he continued, "You are Mira's boyfriend. You are American. You come to my house, tomorrow. For dinner."
I nodded my head, almost afraid of what might happen if I said no. I looked over at Mira, who looked upset, shaking her head slightly. My thoughts were in a whirl. She didn't want me to come to dinner? She probably didn't want me to meet her family. There must be something about her family she doesn't want me to know. Maybe she's afraid they'll disapprove of me, or I'll be scared away by them.
He left the shop, and I waited until Mira closed the shop. She had to lock the door before she felt she could speak freely with me.
"I'm sorry." she said. "You must come to dinner tomorrow."
"Yes, I don't think you father was offering. It felt more like an order."
"He is like that."
"What are you scared of?"
She paused. "My family... my family... it is nothing. Maybe it will be OK." She looked really upset. It was heartbreaking to see her beautiful face looking that way. I hugged her, and she hugged me back tightly.
We didn't go to the stream that day, or the next. I did stop by the bakery, and after she closed up on Friday, she led me home to her house.
Family and Dinner
The house was massive, set back a little from a side street at the edge of the town. The architecture was far more modern than the rest of what I had seen in Molvania. It seemed a little out of place, in fact, as if someone was showing off their wealth, rather than building something that made sense.
Mira's father met us at the door and ushered us inside. Mira went off somewhere, and Drago directed me to a sofa in what was probably a living room, where he politely but intensely began to question me.
"Where in America you come from? What does your father do? Why do you come to Molvania?"
I slowly answered his questions, pausing a few times to use simpler words. His English skills were well below Mira's. Finally, the grilling ended when he got up and led me into another room, where the rest of the family was gathering at a table. I was introduced to each person in turn.
Anton, 17, and Nikolai, 18, were Mira's older brothers. They were relatively handsome young men. Nikolai actually looked a bit like me. They tried to greet me in English, which was a bit difficult for Anton, but Nikolai spoke English better than his brother. Next was a young woman named Katarina, who was strikingly pretty. She actually bore a bit of resemblance to Mira, but she wasn't introduced as a family member, so I was left to assume she was some kind of cousin, or perhaps the girlfriend of one of the boys. We sat down, with my seat immediately to Drago's left, and I met Mira's mother as she shuttled food to the table. Nobody offered her name. Drago simply introduced her as "wife," and she moved quietly to and fro.
Over the course of dinner, I quickly realized that this family had a clear power structure: male dominated, with Drago above everyone. Even his sons didn't dare to interrupt him. Katarina hung on his every word, smiling supportively. As we ate, Drago kept asking about me. He was delighted to learn I was accepted to a well-known university. Apparently, he had heard of this American university, and this boosted his impression of me greatly. I was flattered but kind of nervous to be the focus of so much of his energy.
At some points toward the end of the meal, some clear hard liquor came out in small glasses. After the first glass, Drago said the first of many things that shocked me.
"Katarina is my girlfriend." he said, pausing to gauge my reaction. I just blinked at him. "Yes, I have a wife, and I have a girlfriend. I am a successful man. Is this common in America?"
I tried to think clearly. Katarina did look pretty enough to be a trophy, in fact she looked young enough to be his daughter. This was apparently a very open arrangement, as Drago's wife, who looked around 40, was still shuffling around us. Drago's wife wasn't bad looking herself, but of course she couldn't hold a candle to the younger Katarina. I tried to say something about wives and girlfriends in America, then realized that I had no real knowledge other than what I saw on TV. I told Drago this, and he seemed to accept it.
"You are boyfriend of Mira. She is my daughter." declared Drago after his third shot. "But she is a whore. Do you know, she is a whore?"
A hundred thoughts went through my mind at once. Maybe Drago was saying something else, in a thick accent? Maybe he didn't know what the English word "whore" meant? I knew prostitution was common in this country, but he couldn't possibly be accusing his own daughter of such a thing. I looked over at the boys, who looked non-committal, and at Mira, who stared down at the table. Maybe Drago really meant it.
"A whore, you know what this word means?" he continued.
"Yes." I managed.
"Every Saturday, she goes to the hotel, she has sex, for money. She is just a whore, you should not fall in love with her. But, you can have her." He seemed slightly drunk now. "She is my property, so I give her to you, for tonight. You stay here, she is yours for tonight. You understand?"
I had a lot of conflicting thoughts in my head. I really didn't like what Drago was saying. How dare he speak of Mira as property? I should refuse. Certainly I wanted to sleep with Mira, but not like this. I looked around the room again, then considered what would happen if I said yes, versus no. Say yes, I could share a bed with Mira, but we wouldn't have to have sex or do anything she didn't like. Say no, I would be insulting a large, muscular drunk man in front of his family, in his house.
"Yes." I said, then awkwardly looked for the right thing to say. "Thank you?"
"You're welcome!" he boomed. "I like you very much, Ethan. Drink!"
I managed to get down one of the glasses of liquor, which burned on the way down. The table was cleared, the boys went off one direction, Katarina and Drago went off another direction. Mira looked at me with a very serious expression.
"Your host family, will they expect you to home tonight?"
"I think so."
She got their phone number from me, and called them quickly, speaking Molvanian too fast for me to understand a word. Then she led me off to a large bedroom and closed the door behind us.
"This is your room. You are a guest of the family. I... I am yours tonight." She looked scared and apprehensive.
"It's not true what your father said about you?" I asked tentatively. I didn't dare say the word.
She paused. "It is true. Do you not like me now?"
My heart swelled, and I embraced her. "Of course I still like you. I even think I love you."
She gasped, and melted into my arms. We kissed passionately, almost desperately.
"My father says I must have sex with you, whether you want it or not." she said.
"I want to sleep with you, but only if you want to. We don't have to have sex."
She stared into my eyes. "You don't want to have sex with me?"
"I do want to have sex with you. I want it very much."
"Maybe you are scared of disease?" she spoke quickly. "I always use a condom. I've been doing it for three years. I don't get as many men, because some of the other girls don't ask for condom. But I am clean."
I looked into her face, which seemed even more beautiful and vulnerable in the soft light. She's afraid I'll think she's dirty and unfit to be my girlfriend, I thought. Then another thought hit me. Three years? That mean she must have begun at age 13. That seemed terribly wrong to me.
"I love you just the way you are." I told her. "We can use a condom if you like."
"No, not you." She held me tightly. "You, I actually want to have sex with."
We fell onto the bed. There was an emotional charge as we tumbled together, just rolling around kissing and hugging each other. Gradually we became aware of my erection pressing through my pants against her soft body, and we started removing our clothes. It was delightful to do so freely without the constraint of sitting on a fallen tree trunk! Her dress came off in one sweeping motion, and her bra and panties followed. She enjoyed undressing me, and we soon found ourselves tumbling together naked under the covers. She pinned me on my back, then kissed her way from my mouth down my chest, all the way to my cock, which she swallowed in one gulp. I let her suck for a wonderful minute, then wrestled her onto her back. My fingers went between her legs to explore the folds of her pussy as I sucked on her tits. When she was squirming uncontrollably and panting, I finally moved on top of her and sank into her fiery hot pussy.
What did I expect? Perhaps a part of my mind thought her pussy would be loose from years of fucking strange men. But there was nothing at all wrong about the snug, firm sensation of her pussy around my cock. It felt physically wonderful, but more than that, it was emotionally delightful that I was finally fucking Mira, beautiful Mira, my Mira.
Time went by in a blur. We fucked for a long, delicious time in missionary, until I couldn't hold back any longer and came hard, buried deep inside her. We stayed that way for a long time, just kissing as I shrank out of her, then she insisted on sucking my half-hard cock back to full hardness to keep going. The second time, we started out in missionary then moved her legs up for deeper penetration, rolled her onto her side to fuck that way, rolled me onto my back for her to ride my cock, then rolled around again so that I was fucking her doggy-style. She didn't ever seem to approach orgasm, but she enthusiastically met my thrusts and grunted with please through every position.
"Come and fuck me in my mouth." she said while I was going at her doggy-style.
"In your mouth?"
"Yes. I am very good at that. You can push it deep."
I was scared of causing her discomfort, but I knew she could take my cock deep when she sucked me, so perhaps it wouldn't be too much for her. I pulled out of her pussy, my cock dripping with her wetness and traces of my cum from before, and moved around to her face. She sucked my cock eagerly, sucking it clean.
"I love the taste of pussy." she said, smiling at me mischievously. "It's better than a man's cum."
"You've tasted a pussy other than your own?"
"Maybe." She paused, teasing me. "Now, you can fuck my mouth."
I slid in, and tentatively started to thrust deeper. Her mouth felt fantastic, almost as good as her pussy, but a little different because there was some suction. I felt the head of my cock pressing on something with each thrust, and she adjusted the angle of her head. She pushed my hips back, pushing my cock our of her mouth, and I was suddenly scared I went too far.
"I'm sorry, was that too deep?" I asked.
"No, I want to tell you, go deeper. I think you are scared. Don't be scared. Hold my head."
Amazed, I put my cock back in her mouth and held her head. I let my hips go, thrusting into her farther than I thought was safe. She made gurgling sounds as my cock probed her throat, but made no motion to stop me. I stared in fascination as my cock vanished deep into the mouth of this stunningly beautiful girl, and I felt a tingling in my balls as an orgasm approached. After a long time on a crazy plateau, the tingling receded, and I pulled out.
"You're not going to come that way." she said simply. "But I want you to come in my mouth. Fuck me again, then when you're ready, bring it to me."
"OK." I moved around to fuck her from behind again, marveling at the feeling of her velvety hot pussy. I fucked hard, and she gasped with each thrust. The gasps became moans, and a part of my mind worried about alerting the whole house to our activities.
"Won't they hear us?" I asked.
"My father will hear us. He wants to hear us. You are his guest, he wants to know that I am pleasuring you."
I tried to wrap my head around that, then gave up and went back to enjoying our fuck. She fell forward onto the bed, and I discovered that my cock was just long enough to fuck her this way, from behind, with enough penetration to be pleasurable. Her hips had a pleasant curve and her ass was soft and round, making thrusting this way a real delight. Eventually I turned her over to fuck missionary again, and she put one hand down to rub her clit as we fucked. The bed squeaked with our pounding bodies, and she seemed right on the brink of orgasm when I felt the tingling in my balls again. This time, it passed the threshold and I knew I was about to come. Quickly I pulled out and got my cock in her mouth just in the nick of time, as she sucked hard and rubbed her clit furiously, I drained my balls in her mouth. A moment later, as she was swallowing, she came, and we collapsed together into the bed.
"Mira?" I asked, as we cuddled together in our afterglow.
"Yes?"
"Why did you want me to do it in your mouth like that?"
She thought about it. "I think, I wanted you to like it. Well, the other men like it. And I wanted you to like having sex with me."
I didn't know how to feel. "Of course I like having sex with you! You don't have to do anything special, or anything you don't like, just for my pleasure."
She shrugged. "I don't mind either way. I like having sex with you because it's you. No matter what we do."
"Same for me."
"Also, when you do it in my mouth, it's not so messy. It keeps the bed more clean."
She laughed softly, and I laughed with her, my arms around her body. We fell asleep together that way.
Saturday
I awoke in the bed, all alone, disoriented at first, not remembering where I was. Mira came into the room, fully dressed. She greeted me, kissed me, helped me find my clothes, then we went into the kitchen where her mother put out food for me. Apparently, the rest of the family had already eaten and left the house. Mira sat with me, and we openly made eyes at each other, smiling together. Her mother looked back and forth between us, a concerned look on her face.
"Do you need to go home?" Mira asked me. Her mother puttered around, and I realized that she spoke no English, so there was no danger of us being understood.
"Not really. Alex will wonder where I am. I think he had plans today. Can you come with me?"
She paused and shook her head, her smile fading. "I'm sorry, I can't."
"You have chores to do?"
"No. I can't go with you and your friends, they are from this town, and..."
"And?"
"And our family has a certain reputation."
I thought about this, trying to imagine what the reputation would be.
"You're a little richer than the other people in this town, is that it?"
"No, something else."
"Is it because of ... what your father said last night?" I couldn't say the word whore to her face.
She looked sad. "No, not exactly that."
"Can you tell me?"
"I don't think so. But I can't come meet your friends, OK?"
"OK."
"Look, my father isn't home now. Would you like to see my room?"
I happily agreed, her countenance brightened and we spent a while in her room. She showed me hobbies, her collections - here I must leave out these details, because they would compromise her identity. I can say that I learned new sides to her personality that I had not even suspected, and this made me even more infatuated with her. Eventually we were kissing, and feeling horny again.
"Can we..." I asked, looking at her bed.
"Again? Yes." she smiled and shook her head at me. "My father hasn't given me permission today. But I want to anyway. We should be quiet."
We got naked, got in her bed and had slow, sensuous, regular sex in the missionary position. I thrust deep but softly, and we kissed almost constantly, listening to the gentle squeak of her bedsprings. There was a feeling we were getting away with something naughty and forbidden, which just added to the intensity. I came inside her, and we stayed together that way for a long time.
"You... you know where I must go tonight."
I thought of what her father had said. Every Saturday night, at the hotel.
"You have to go?"
"Yes."
"How much, um, I mean, how much money...?" I felt terribly rude asking the question.
"25 euros." (The euro didn't exist at the time, so I've converted from the Molvanian currency so that you, the reader, can understand.)
I was shocked at how little it was. "And the money, it is yours?"
She gave an exasperated sound. "No. I have to give it to him."
"Your father?"
"Yes. And he does not pay..." She looked suddenly very sad. It pained me to see her looking that way. "Ethan, I want to tell you something, but you have to promise me you'll still like me."
At that point, holding her naked body, I would have still been in love with her even if she told me she was a serial killer. There was nothing that could change how I felt, and I told her so.
"OK. Well, our family has some secrets. It was my father that decided I should be a whore, when I was 13."
"That's horrible."
"Yes. But the reason why he did it is worse."
"He wanted the money, and he didn't care about you?"
"No. Worse than that. He doesn't care about the money. 25 euros is nothing to him. He did it because," she took a deep breath, "because he was doing it with me, and he thought it was OK if I was a whore."
I cringed inside. This was worse than I could have imagined. What kind of monster was this man?
"Your father..." I tried, but I just couldn't say the words.
"Yes. And there's more. A lot more. Father's girlfriend, Katarina. She isn't just his girlfriend, she's my older sister. He started doing it with her too, when she was 13. We knew he was doing it, at least in our family, but we were too scared to say anything. Even the neighbors started to suspect it. We lived in a different part of the country then. A year ago, we moved to this town, and he started calling her his girlfriend. There are levels of secrets, secrets inside secrets. To the outside world, Katarina is just a friend of our family that lives with us. To his friends and neighbors, she is his girlfriend. Only we know that she is his daughter, but we must act as we don't know it."
My head spun, trying to grasp the level of this depravity.
"And your mother...?"
"She doesn't dare do or say anything. In fact, there is a lot more, but it is a complicated story." She looked at me thoughtfully. "Do you still like me? I think you are scared of me now."
Fear was indeed one of the emotions I felt, along with sympathy and sadness and shock. But I rushed to reassure her that nothing about her horrible father mattered to me.
"Does he still, I mean, with you..."
"Yes. Sometimes he fucks me, and other things too. Using condoms when I work at the hotel was his idea, so he doesn't have to worry so much getting a disease from me." She sighed. "I am supposed to be his whore, but he doesn't even pay me. And that is not all. But I think you have heard enough of my life, we should just enjoy our time together. Can we do that?"
"Of course!" I kissed her, and there was an urgency in how she returned the kiss, as if to erase all the terrible things she had said and re-affirm our romantic bond.
"You understand why I cannot come and meet your friends? The people in this town don't know everything, but there are rumors, and they don't like us. Our town is not so large. Your friend Alex probably was told to stay away from me. He probably even knows where I am every Saturday night."
I just sighed and held her. Eventually we dressed and she saw me out the door. It was a long walk home, but I didn't mind. It gave me time to think over what she had said. Her family was incredibly messed up, with an overbearing and perverted father. He had come up with elaborate rationalizations for sexually using his daughters. Yet, Mira and her siblings had somehow grown up handling all of that. She didn't have any glaring psychological problems, at least none I had seen yet. She was still able to laugh, smile, and amazingly, even to enjoy sex with me. I would have thought that anything about sex would be terribly negative for her, but I vividly remembered our coupling, and there was healthy undeniable joy. Then I thought of her down at the hotel. There was only one hotel in the town, so there was no question of where she meant. I thought of her having to act slutty in front of random men, take them to a room and let them fuck her. Of course she hated it, but she seemed resigned to it, as if it were no worse than any other lousy job. No matter how she felt, I didn't like it. Perhaps it was jealousy. Whether it was bad or just plain boring for her, I didn't want any stranger fucking my Mira.
I had heard a little about Eastern European prostitution, but my travel guide books hadn't prepared me for this. They said that prostitution was common, from Slovakia to the Ukraine, due to economic depression. For thousands of young women, it was the only way they could earn any money, and they were exploited by networks of ruthless pimps and traffickers. But here was a beautiful young woman, intelligent, from a family that was obviously well-off. Yet she was ruthlessly exploited too, by her own father. It was tragic and unfair and weighed even more heavily upon me because, I realized, I was definitely in love with her.
I spent the rest of the day with Alex and my host family, saying as little as possible about my visit to Mira's family. Fortunately, they didn't ask many questions, perhaps deliberately avoiding the subject. Saturday night passed slowly. I tried not to think of Mira out there in front of the hotel.
Deeper Secrets
Sunday and Monday morning passed with my emotions in a strange state. There was a glow from the excitement of being in love in Mira, a lingering sexual rush from our coupling, and a foreboding sense of gloom and distress at her situation. Joy and sadness mixed together. My host family probably noticed that I was lost in my own thoughts, but they didn't pry.
I was incredibly eager to show up at the bakery on Monday afternoon. Mira was so happy to see me that she came from around the counter to give me a deep hug and kiss, looking around quickly to make sure nobody saw us. We talked about our weekend, and I carefully avoided any mention of Saturday night.
Finally the bakery closed and we dashed off down the trail to our spot by the stream, and lunged into making out hot and heavy. She had a dress on which prevented me from reaching her tits, but I managed to pull the dress up high enough to reach her pussy. I teased her labia and her clit as we kissed, and she was soon moaning and swooning. I didn't quite bring her to orgasm before she moved down to free my cock and move into a passionate blowjob, but I noticed her hand down between her legs as she sucked me. I think she succeeded in getting herself off around the time I came in her mouth.
Sitting back up on the tree trunk with me, she became serious.
"Ethan. There is more about my family that I should tell you."
"You don't have to, Mira. I know your father is horrible, but I'm in love with you for who you are."
We kissed, but she was still looking serious.
"You should know about who else has sex with me."
I pondered this, and realized that I was foolish to disagree, no matter whether I wanted to know or not.
"Saturday night, it was an Italian man." she began. "A tourist. He was short, and a little ugly. It was simple, getting him hard, putting on the condom, sucking him through the condom, then he fucked me on my back for only a few minutes. It was simple and it was over very quick, which is good."
"I'm... glad to hear that." The mechanical, dispassionate way she described it somehow made me feel better. Other men might buy her body, but they didn't have her mind or her heart.
"Now I have to tell you something that you don't know. On Sunday, my father fucked me. But that's not all."
I stared into her eyes, which were wide and full of apprehension. I kissed her and stroked her beautiful hair, not saying anything, just supporting her with body language and letting her find the strength to speak.
"My brothers also have sex with me."
Somehow I was still able to feel shock. "Your brothers...?"
"It was Anton yesterday. Neither of my brothers have girlfriends. You have to understand, it was always my father's idea. Once he decided that I was a whore, then it was OK for him to offer my body to anyone. Of course I have been offered to his most important friends in business, but also my brothers. I think my father finds it exciting, because of how wrong it is, to watch his children fucking."
"So... your brother can just... whenever he wants?"
"They are very different. I don't like my brother Anton. Nikolai is different. He is always nice to me. I don't really mind having sex with him. But Anton is not polite. He says he will have sex with me, he tells me when we are right in front of my father, and then I can't say no. It was like that on Sunday morning. After breakfast, still in the dining room, he puts his hands on me. My father sees this and smiles. He follows us to the living room where Anton pulls off my dress. I know he wants me to start by sucking him, so I start to get down on my knees, but he is impatient, he pushes me down. I hate that. My father sits and watches as I suck Anton. It is a good thing that his cock is not too big. My father is also not too big. They are both smaller than you."
At this, she smiled briefly. I kissed her and let her continue.
"He also calls me names. I don't think Anton really means it, but he knows my father likes to hear it. I hate it. He calls me names while I suck his cock, then he makes me stand up and bend over and he fucks me that way, standing up, I am leaning against a couch. My father opens his pants and he is touching himself while he watches us fuck. Then he comes over and puts his cock in my mouth. I try to suck him while Anton is fucking me. After Anton comes inside me, my father takes his place and he fucks me and comes in me too. Then my mother..."
She paused, a look of concern on her face.
"Your mother knows that all this is happening?" I asked.
"I will tell you about my mother later. But that was Sunday morning, Anton and my father. Sunday night, it was Nikolai. But he didn't fuck me. He kissed me and he touched my pussy and I sucked his cock. It was OK. I don't mind doing things with him. But I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with you."
We kissed some more, then I dared to ask a question.
"What about Katarina... does she have to have sex with them too?"
Mira shook her head. "She is supposed to be father's girlfriend. Only my father is allowed to have sex with her. Like I said, my brothers don't have girlfriends, so I am the one that has to provide sex for them. But Nikolai and Katarina...." She paused again, as if deciding how much to tell me. "Nikolai loves her. They are the first born, and they have always had a special relationship. If Nikolai could, he would be with her, but he cannot, so he comes to me. I know this, and I let him have sex with me even if Father is not around. But he almost never fucks me. He needs to have sex with someone, but he also cares about me. He is so polite and kind to me. He is gentle." Her face lit up. "You know, you look a lot like him. I think that's why I liked you right away the first day I saw you."
We kissed and I pondered this strange situation. Apparently, I made a good first impression with Mira because I looked like her older brother, who has sex with her, although he'd rather be fucking his older sister, which he can't because she's being fucked by her father, and everyone has to pretend she isn't his daughter. It wasn't just dysfunctional and perverted, but downright complicated.
We held each other for a long time, then reluctantly got up to walk home. We held hands as we walked down the stream. It was a beautiful day, and butterflies flitted along the poplar and willow trees on the green banks of the stream. I thought about how the natural world could look so beautiful, when human lives could be so messed-up and complicated. Surely human incest was against the laws of nature, as evidenced by the taboos in every culture in the world. Yet human sexuality has a perverse way of turning a taboo into a sexual charge, so that Drago could get exciting by watching his children fuck. For a powerful man in a small town, the rules of society could be bent or broken, secrecy maintained.
Her Mother
The next three days passed similarly. Mira and I went through the chores of our day looking forward to our time together, where we could sneak off and be together in private. She asked a lot of questions about my life back in America, marveling at how tidy and normal it was - no siblings, no incest, no big secrets. Each day there she blessed me with an expert blowjob. When I told Mira about not being able to reach her breasts under her dress, the next day she wore a buttoned blouse so I could feast on her nipples as I touched her pussy.
It was on Thursday that she told me more about her family, after we had already each had one orgasm.
"My father says you must come to dinner again tomorrow." she said. "I don't know why, but he really likes you. Usually when we have dinner guests, my father has a reason, he wants to get something. After we moved to this town a year ago, the Mayor was invited to dinner. He got drunk with my father, and I know it is about making a relationship with someone powerful. And of course, my father offered me."
I thought about what "offered me" meant, then realized what she was talking about.
"Did he...?"
"Yes. The Mayor fucked me. Of course I used a condom, he probably has put his cock in every whore in the area. And he has a small cock, too!" She gave a wry smile. "But since you are coming back to my house, I really should tell you about my mother."
She paused, and she had that look on her face again as if wrestling with how much to tell me, and how to say it.
"Your father seems to take her for granted." I said, remembering how she wasn't even introduced by name, bringing us our dinner but not sitting with us at the dinner table.
She looked at me with puzzlement. Maybe she was so used to her mother's subservience that she didn't notice it. It took a few seconds for her to understand me.
"Yes, you're right. He takes her for granted. But that's not what I have to tell you. It's about sex."
"Sex... your mother?"
"Yes. First of all, she was a whore. My father will tell you this openly, this much is not a secret. She was the same age I am now, 16, when my father met her. She was very beautiful, and my father was already a powerful man. This was a long time before the change in Eastern Europe, but he was already working on the black market. He fell in love with her, and took her as his wife so she could stop being a whore. But, he never stopped treating her body as property. He fucked her very often, even when she didn't want to, and soon she was pregnant. All this I know because she has told me. He fucked her even when she was pregnant. He liked that especially. She had to do a lot of work to maintain his house, but also had to suck his cock any time he wanted. He talked about how the cum was good for her baby, and she drank every bit of cum he had. She was in love with him, but also afraid of him. My sister Katarina was born."
"I hope... I hope he didn't molest you... when you were children?" I had an ominous sense of where her story might lead. "You said he started having sex with you when you were 13."
"No, he didn't molest us when we were children. I mean, not exactly. But he never hid sex from us. I remember watching him having sex with my mother since I was very little. But there is a lot more, especially about my mother."
I nodded and went quiet to let her continue.
"After Katarina was born, he did leave my mother alone, at least not having regular sex, until she was recovered from giving birth. But then it started up again, and the rest of us were born, right after each other, four children in four years. Then he decided that he didn't want any more children. This was still a long time ago, and it would have been difficult for him to put her on... pill. And he didn't want to use condoms. So, he decided he would fuck her any way he liked, but only cum in her mouth or her... ass?"
She paused for breath, and I pondered the perversity of her story. I had heard of anal sex, but didn't know much about it. I assumed it was dirty and probably painful and not at all a nice thing to do to Mira's mother.
"In English, you say ass, or butt, or anus?" she asked. "Or asshole?"
"Ass, I think. If you are talking about sex."
"OK, he did a lot in her ass. He was already doing it to her every way, even before she was pregnant, even while she was pregnant, but after I was born he didn't come in her pussy any more. He fucked her even while we were sucking, as babies..."
"He had sex with her while she was breast-feeding you?" I interjected in amazement.
"Yes, in English you say breast-feeding. But he never touched us, when we were little children. Then, when Katarina was 9 years old, and I was still much younger, he started doing something with her and my mother." She paused. "He made my mother pretend to do lesbian with her."
I think my mouth was hanging open in amazement.
"It was just little things at first. Kissing, like a boy kisses a girl with tongue. Touching each other in a way that was supposed to be sex, although of course Katarina didn't know any idea of sexual. My father loved to watch this, and it got him hard enough to fuck my mother. He liked to watch them taking off each other's clothes as they kissed, and Katarina putting her little fingers inside my mother. Soon he was forcing my mother to put her mouth between Katarina's legs, and teaching Katarina to do it too."
"Did he make you do it?"
She nodded. "Later. He made my mother do it with all of us. The boys too. He waited until we were 9 years old, then he made my mother do these things with us. I don't know if I should admit this to you, but I liked it, with my mother, when I was a little girl."
Now she was looking at me, eyes pleading for acceptance. Sensing her emotional vulnerability, I pushed aside the shock I felt at this incredible confession. I hugged and kissed her and told her it was OK.
"I was just a little girl, I didn't know it was wrong. I knew it was a secret. But I love my mother, and being with her always felt good. I was always disappointed when my father made us stop so he could have sex with her. Sometimes he didn't, and she could keep licking and playing with me, even when he fucked her. What do you think of me? I know you like lesbian, I told you I had sex with a girl and you were excited, like most men think it's sexy."
"Yes." Actually, she had say "maybe", but I had definitely been turned on at the idea.
"What about my mother and me? Is that sexy too?"
I considered it. I imagined Mira, and her mother. I imagined Mira naked, her body stretched out and her legs spread, with her mother between her legs. My cock gave a lurch.
"Yes." I admitted sheepishly. "It's sexy. I know it's wrong too, but it's sexy."
"I'm happy." said Mira, kissing me. "It's the one wrong thing in my house which I actually like, so I'm happy you accept it. Are you getting hard again?" She fished my cock back out of my pants. "Oh, you are. Maybe you like this part of the story. Let me keep going. At first, my mother was unhappy she had to do this with us. But after a while, she got used to it, she accepted it. Sometimes she would even lick Katarina or me, when my father wasn't around, if we were upset about something. We liked it and it made us feel better, even before our bodies could have orgasm. She never did it with the boys unless my father demanded it. This went on until Katarina was 13."
"What happened then?"
"Well, he fucked her, like I told you. He kept it secret from the rest of us, the younger children. I only heard about it much later, when Katarina told me. It happened one day when my father was watching them together. My mother had a few fingers inside Katarina's virgin pussy, she was licking her, and Katarina had a big orgasm. My father was right there next to them, and for the first time, he put his hands on her body in a sexual way, and told them what he was going to do. My mother shook her head but didn't stop him as he climbed on top of Katarina and took her virginity. I didn't know it happened, but I knew something had changed when he started ordering Katarina to do things with us, the younger children. I guess my father had decided that Katarina was a woman, so she could do the things my mother had done."
"You had sex with your sister then?"
"Yes, I was 9 years old, she was 13. My parents would come into the room, my father would tell my mother to do lesbian with each of us, then we did it with each other while he fucked her."
I imagined the beautiful sisters together, and my cock swelled again in Mira's hand.
"You really like this idea. Do you want to see my mother and me having sex together?"
I just stared at her. Was she testing me, or was it an offer? What she was suggesting was perverted in a way I had never even imagined before.
"You could, if you like. When you come to dinner tomorrow, just say something nice about my mother. My father will offer her to you. He has done it many times before for other men, I know he would let you."
"You're offering... for me to fuck your mother?" I was incredulous.
"Oh, you don't have to fuck her, I know she is old. I admit, my reasons are selfish. I want to turn you on by letting you watch us together, but I also want her to pleasure me in our bed together. I love her, and I want to do this for you."
I thought back to what Mira's mother looked like, and I tried to add up her age. She was 16 when she got pregnant the first time, and Katarina was 19 years old now. That meant her mother was probably no more than 36. She was still very attractive, perhaps a few extra curves but otherwise very desirable. I found myself nodding my head vigorously.
"Good. Now let me take care of you." Mira got back down between my legs and took me into her mouth. I knew I wouldn't come so fast the second time, so I grabbed her head and moved it up and down on my cock. She moaned in a way that sounded like approval, so I thrust a little harder. I was imaging Mira, her older sister and her mother all together, all naked, when I filled Mira's mouth with my cum.
Second Friday
I was barely paying attention in my language class Friday morning. My mind was going over and over what Mira had told me, trying to understand it. My subconscious mind was probably busy as well, trying to resolve how I felt about it. I tried to imagine reasons why I should not go to her house. Surely incest was unnatural, even consensual incest between females. But Mira was happy with that one part of her life, and I was in love in Mira, so anything that made her happy was important to me. Or course my horny male mind was incredibly excited with the idea of having two beautiful women in bed with me, but other parts of my mind wanted to run far, far away and not get entangled in any part of Mira's bizarre family.
My heart and libido won. I was going to spend the night with Mira no matter what. I met her at the bakery, and we walked together to her house, where her father greeted me warmly. This time the liquor came out even before the meal, and I felt a dizziness after my second shot which didn't start to fade until there was food in my stomach. The whole family was there as before, and I was the focus of Drago's attention. He told me stories about his business in broken English, which I didn't understand, and he seemed to enjoy whatever I said about America in my slightly inebriated state. Mira smiled at me a lot across the table.
I took more opportunities to look at Mira's mother as she shuttled to and from the table with food and drink. Her breasts looked large under her dress. Her face was very pretty, for a woman who had worked hard to raise four children under a tyrant of a husband. I couldn't be certain through her clothes, but her body had the same pleasing curves as Mira, with a little extra padding here and there. I guess I was being obvious, because Drago noticed.
"You like my wife?" he asked.
I was momentarily overcome with fear. What if Mira was wrong? What if I was acting totally inappropriate and about to get my head bashed in for ogling Drago's wife? I looked at his face, and realized there was no malice or reproach. He was smiling. He found the idea of me being attracted to his wife humorous. I took a leap and said what Mira told me to say, which also happened to be the truth.
"She is very beautiful."
"She is old. You like my whore daughter Mira. Mira is much more beautiful."
I took in a breath. I didn't want to sound like I was disagreeing with him.
"Mira is very beautiful. And your wife is beautiful too. I don't think she's old."
Drago roared with laughter. "You like both! Ha! You are a strange young man. In America, does this happen? A young man, with an older woman?"
I quickly thought that Mira's mother wasn't old, 36 by my calculation. My own parents were by definition "old" and she was much younger than them. But Drago was waiting for an answer.
"Not usually, no. Usually a boy my age would be attracted to other girls my age."
Drago pondered this, then made the offer.
"When I met her, she was a whore. Now look, she has children, house, everything! She is mine to give to you. If you want to have her, you can have her, tonight."
Now everyone at the table was looking at me. Anton, Nikolai, and Katarina looked at me with surprise on their faces. Their mother stood by the kitchen door, looking over at me. I saw a smile on her face, a smile I had not seen since I arrived at the house. That made my mind up for me.
"Yes, please."
"Good!" Drago beamed. "In my country, you will experience many things." He laughed uproariously, finding himself terribly funny.
"Thank you?" I offered meekly.
"It is nothing!" he roared.
Before I left the table, I dared to ask for one thing, her name. Drago looked at me in surprise then told me it was Larisa.
With Larisa
After dinner, I half expected that I would be dragged off to the guest room for sex. Instead, they behaved much like a normal family. Katarina went off to go help clean up. Anton went off somewhere and the sound of a TV came from down the hall, rapid-fire Molvanian from which I could not make out a word. Mira made an effort to introduce me properly to Nikolai. The three of us sat in the living room, with Nikolai practicing his English on me, and me practicing my Molvanian. We laughed at each other's mistakes, struggled to correct each other's pronunciation. It was actually fun, unlike my stuffy morning classes. With Mira's help, we managed enough conversation to find out that we both played chess, and a board came out. Nikolai beat me quickly and politely. I liked his easily-going manner, which transcended the language and culture barriers. Mira, beautiful and friendly as ever, seemed delighted to sit next to us and talk.
After our chess game, Larisa came up to us. Wearing the same conservative dress she wore in the kitchen, she stood at a distance and said something in Molvanian.
"She will take you to your guest room now." said Nikolai.
Mira beamed at me. I tried to judge Nikolai's expression. What did he think of his bizarre family history? What did he think of his mother being handed to me, a dinner guest, as if she were property? Did he approve? I couldn't tell anything from looking at his neutral, friendly face.
I stood, and Larisa gestured for me to follow her down the hallway. We came to the guest room, and she held the door open for me then followed me inside, closing the door behind us.
She stood facing me, and said something in Molvanian. Several moment of exquisite awkwardness followed as I had no idea what she had said. I tried asking her in English, and she just looked back at me with a polite, quizzical look.
Great, I thought. As if it wasn't already strange enough to be handed this adult woman as a sex object, we would have to proceed without words. There was a lot that I would have liked to ask her. How did she feel about being given to me? Did she resent it? Did it matter whether she found me attractive or not? Did it matter to her that I was the same age as her oldest child? All these things were impossible to know. Then, questions for myself, equally hard to answer. Did I really want to have sex with Larisa? I barely knew her. It wasn't like being with Mira where we got to know each other and fall in love. On the other hand, looking her up and down, from her pretty face and shoulder-length dark hair to her curvaceous hips, I knew I was very attracted to her.
The seconds ticked by as we faced each other. Finally, a part of me found the initiative to make the first move. I stepped toward her, took her hands in mine, and looked into her eyes.
"You are beautiful."
Then I repeated it in my best attempt at Molvanian. She smiled.
"You are beautiful." she repeated back in English with an incredibly thick, exotic accent.
Emboldened by this exchange, I stepped even closer, and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back, and our arms naturally went around each other. We stood that way, kissing, for a long, delicious time. She kissed wonderfully, very differently from Mira. Mira's kisses were full of passion and impatience. Larisa's were slow and softer. Our tongues met, and I moved my hands down her back to cup her ass, pulling her closer so her large soft breasts pressed against me through her dress. She surprised me by reaching for my backside as well, giving it a squeeze.
After a couple minutes of kissing and heavy petting, it was clear that Larisa was conditioned to not be assertive. Nothing would happen unless I made the first move. The part of me that very much wanted something to happen took control. I broke the kiss and led her towards the bed. At the edge, I turned to her and put my hands on the fabric of her dress, pulling it upwards. She smiled and helped me pull the dress over her head, leaving her in bra and panties and exposing a great deal of skin. Now with my eyes and hands I could see and feel the differences between her 36-year-old body and Mira's 16-year-old body I had sex with in the same room the week before. Her skin was soft in a different way, her breasts larger and looser, her belly more pronounced in a way that I found surprisingly sexy. My cock was already stirring from the moment we first kissed, and now I kissed her as I reached around to undo her bra. I sucked the large dark nipples that came into view, and I was completely hard. My bulge pressed against her, causing her to smile again and reached down to unzip my pants. Without a word of warning, she suddenly dropped to her knees and her mouth enveloped my cock.
I stood there, pants around my ankles, and let her suck me. In my mind, I could not avoid comparing the sensations with the blowjobs that I had become used to with Mira. Larisa sucked my cock in much the same way, and it was wonderful. The thought crossed my mind that both of them had learned to please a man by sucking the same cock - Drago's. Perhaps they had even done it together. According to the story that Mira told me, she had clearly watched her mother sucking cock throughout her whole childhood, so it was no great leap for her to start doing it herself at 13. She had said that her brothers also received this treatment, so all the women in the family presumably had experience at what kind of sucking Anton, Nikolai and Drago liked.
There's something about standing up while having your cock sucked that doesn't quite work for me, the act of balancing and using my legs to stand is distracting from all the delightful sensation. I pulled out of her mouth, pushed off my pants and lay back on the bed. She got on her hands and knees in front of me on the bed so she could continue sucking, her large breasts swaying together seductively as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. This was lovely, but soon I gestured for her to stop and come up to kiss me. Surprised, she crawled forward, her breasts trailing their way up my body. I sucked on each in turn, then kissed her. As we kissed, I put one hand down between her legs, snaked my fingers under her panties, and felt my way between her pussy lips. There was relatively little hair, probably trimmed the same way Mira's was. Her pussy felt wet and hot and very enticing. Suddenly, my lust cranked up a notch and I physically flipped her off of me, crawled on top of her, pulled off her panties with one motion, and plunged my cock into her soft, wet pussy.
I was overcome by the excitement of the situation and the wave of sensations, her large soft body under mine, the heat of her pussy. Only a part of my mind was still thinking rationally. What did I expect her pussy to feel like? I had thought it might feel very different, fucking a woman who had given birth to four children. It was different, but not as different as I had thought. Not tight, but not lacking sensation in any way.
I'm fucking my girlfriend's mother, I thought. I'm fucking the pussy that Mira was born from. It was too strange to understand, so I just tried to stop thinking and enjoy it. Larisa made small noises of enjoyment. I had no way of knowing if these were natural or for my benefit, but when she wrapped her legs around my hips to pull me deeper into our fuck, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Larisa was a beautiful, sexy woman wrapped around my body. I fell forward and grabbed her generous tits in my hands, bringing each nipple to my mouth to suck hard as my hips pounded into her body.
For a long time, our tempo rose and fell. We stayed in missionary, getting used to each other's rhythms. I was starting to think that I could keep going forever when her pussy did something that felt wonderful, grabbing me, and I realized that I was right on the edge of orgasm.
From across the room came the sound of a door opening, and Mira walked in.
I stopped thrusting and turned to look. Mira was wearing the sexiest outfit I had yet seen her in, a skirt and top with bare midriff, far wilder than anything she wore out of the house. She walked up to us, and she was smiling. I smiled back, not at all sure what to think. She was looking over our bodies, her mother's naked form stretched out on the bed, my hips pressed forward. What did she think, I wondered, of her boyfriend's cock pressed deeply into her mother's pussy? I didn't have to ask, because she spoke first.
"I thought you might do it in her ass."
I was too surprised to answer. Anal sex was something I knew nothing about, had no experience of, and frankly I was little scared of it.
"Because she is older." Mira continued. "Father does it in her ass all the time. You like her pussy?"
"Yes." I managed to say.
"Well, you can keep going." Mira sat beside the bed and crossed her legs, staring at us.
I resumed fucking Larisa, this time with an audience. I was still close to coming, especially when we got back into a good rhythm. Mira sat and watched for a minute, then she got up and sat down on the end of the bed, immediately next to us. She put one hand on her mother's left tit, and casually tweaked the nipple.
"You can come in her pussy. Father doesn't do it, but she does have the pill. So you can come."
That did it. I surrendered control, plunging into Larisa's pussy hard and coming like crazy. As my cock pulsed, I suddenly found Mira at my mouth, kissing me hard. Our tongue collided madly as the end of my orgasm pumped into her mother's pussy.
I had to break the kiss to gasp for air. My breath gradually calmed down, and I pulled out to sit back on the bed. Mira's eyes were on my cock.
"Now you have to have sex with me too." she said. "But you can wait a minute if you like."
"Thanks." I managed to say, breathless and overwhelmed by the situation. "I think I need a rest."
"But I want you to get hard very soon." Mira had a mischievous look on her face. "Would you like to see us do lesbian?"
I still couldn't believe it.
"You... really do that... with your mother?"
Mira laughed softly. "I told you, my mother has been touching and kissing my pussy my whole life. It's natural for me. And I think you would like to see."
I paused, then nodded.
Mira said something in Molvanian, and Larisa nodded. Mira bent down to kiss her on the mouth. It was a very hot, deep kiss. My eyes bugged out. Mira's hands were absently toying with her mother's nipples as they kissed. My cock, which had only gone half-soft after pulling out, gave a jump.
I thought Mira might pull off her own clothes, but she left them on as she swung her leg over and straddled her mother's body. She bent down and they kissed hotly again. I scooted to one side so I could see their bodies together. The sight of their two beautiful faces together French-kissing was powerfully erotic. Larisa grabbed at Mira's top, tugging at it. Mira pulled it off in one motion, exposing her bra, then went down again to kiss. Larisa's hands came up a second time, reaching around her daughter to unsnap the bra, and suddenly Mira's tits were free. Mira turned her head around toward me.
"Would you touch my pussy?"
She wore only a short skirt, so it was no trouble for me to lift the skirt and push her panties to one side. I slid a finger inside, then two fingers. Mira moaned, then slid upward slightly to dangle her tits over her mother's face. Larisa sucked her daughter's nipples as I gently finger-fucked her. Mira let us do that to her for a minute, then turned to ask again.
"Bring your cock to me. Let me suck it."
I obeyed, moving around on the bed so that I was on my knees by their side.
"Mmmm, this was inside my mother, I bet it tastes like her pussy." Mira pulled my cock closer and sucked it into her mouth, then pulled it out. "Yes it does! Oh, I love this taste." She started sucking vigorously. I just watched in amazement as she sucked my cock while Larisa sucked her nipples. To my further amazement Larisa snaked a hand down between Mira's legs, fumbling her way past the skirt and panties. I couldn't see it, but it was clear what she was doing: using a couple of her fingers to finger-fuck her daughter's pussy. After a minute, Mira pulled back her head.
"I think you came a lot inside her."
"I think I did." I agreed.
"Came a lot inside her pussy." Her eyes twinkled.
"Yes."
"I can show you real lesbian."
Mira slid her body downwards, sliding her breasts down her mother's face, over her mother's own breasts, down her mother's belly, and down between her mother's legs. She shuffled back until she was on her hands and knees between Larisa's spread legs. With her face right in front of her mother's pussy, she looked up at me with an angelic expression. Larisa held my cock in her left hand.
"You said, me and my mother together is sexy?"
I just stared. Mira had never looked so beautiful and sexy to me as in that moment. Half-naked, her perfect tits jutting out, her face flushed with sexual excitement, and looking at me for approval of what she was about to show me.
"Yes, very sexy."
"Sexy to do lesbian like this?"
Mira used her fingers to spread the labia, then extended her tongue and ran it from the bottom of her mother's wet pussy all the way up and over the clit. Larisa made a sound like a moan of approval. I just stared. At the age of 19, I had seen girl-girl sex a few times before, in a porno video at a friend's house, and vividly in my imagination, but of course never in real life. Mira was waiting for my response.
"Yes, very sexy!"
Mira used her fingers to spread her mother's labia.
"There is cum here, you did it inside her." She flashed a smile at me. "I am thirsty!"
I kept staring in amazement as she pressed her mouth deeply between her mother's labia and made slurping noises as she sucked cum and pussy juice. Her mouth moved around, soon settled on swirling her tongue around her mother's large clit. Larisa moaned appreciatively, and said something to me in Molvanian. When I didn't understand, she opened her mouth, pointed to my cock, then pointed to her mouth. I understood, and she turned her head toward me to make it easier for me to press my cock into her mouth.
They are so eager to please me, I thought. Mira with her eager display of "lesbian", Larisa with her encouragement to put my cock anywhere into her body. What had I done to deserve this? I had fallen in love with Mira, but any boy could have done that, if he wasn't scared away by her family. I had somehow impressed her father. I might have something to do with my status as an American, but there were plenty of other wealthy foreigners who passed through Molvania and probably got only dull, paid sex, like that Italian man that paid Mira the week before. I had just somehow gotten incredibly lucky, sexually at least, with Mira and her family.
I had one hand on the back of Larisa's head, the other grabbing a tit, thrusting into her mouth, when Mira raised her head to speak.
"You are hard. Put it in me!"
She didn't move away from her mother's pussy, so I assumed she meant to fuck her the way she was, on her hands and knees with her hips at the edge of the bed, still wearing her sexy skirt and panties. I pulled out and moved around behind her, lifting her skirt and pulling the fabric of her panties to one side. This was the pussy I had been dreaming of all week since we had sex the Saturday before. Sinking my cock slowly into Mira was pure pleasure. So soon after Larisa's pussy, the difference inside Mira was easy to feel. Her snug pussy gripped me as I started to thrust.
We had sex that way for a long, delicious time. My thrusts shook Mira's body, which moved Larisa's body, which made the older woman's breasts jiggle with each thrust. I watched Mira trying different tactics, putting what looked like four fingers inside her mother's pussy, finally succeeding in making Larisa come. After her orgasm, Larisa sat up and simply watched us fuck. I had my hands on Mira's hips, really slamming into her, when Larisa slowly moved down to kneel beside to us on the bed. First she helped me push Mira's skirt and panties the rest of the way off. Then she lowered her head, pointed to where my cock was moving, then pointed to her mouth.
"She wants to suck." I said to Mira.
"Yes, she wants to help." Mira responded.
I thought back to the story Mira had told about her mother being made to perform oral sex on all four of the children from an early age, until she didn't mind it any more, at least with her daughters. I guess she won't mind that my cock is drenched with Mira's pussy juices, I thought, and pulled out to let Larisa suck. She latched on and applied powerful suction to my cock. It was almost too intense, so I quickly pulled back and got back in Mira's pussy. Right on the edge of orgasm, I made a few more trips to Larisa's mouth and back. Suddenly, she surprised me by simultaneously kissing me and reaching behind me to touch my balls. That pushed me over the edge, coming like crazy inside Mira as her mother's tongue swirled in my mouth and her hand gently squeezed, as if pumping the cum straight from my balls into her daughter.
Mira moved aside to let me collapse on the bed. Blankets were pulled around, and Mira lay beside me. I kissed her, embracing her body while Larisa sucked my deflating cock clean of our combined juices, then I was fading, suddenly so very tired, emotionally and physically drained.
"I know you liked that." Mira said to me warmly as we kissed.
"Yes."
"With me and my mother together."
"Yes, incredible." That was all I could manage to say.
"You had your nice orgasm, now I have mine!"
There was a short exchange in Molvanian, then Larisa moved over to plant her mouth on her daughter's messy pussy. Mira gasped in pleasure. I was already fading, unable to pay attention to this new "lesbian" activity. Hearing Mira's loud orgasm and kissing in her afterglow is the last thing I remember before falling asleep.
The Arrangement
When I woke up, on the second Saturday at her house, Mira was nestled against me, still asleep. There was no sign of Larisa. I ran my hands along the curves of Mira's body under the covers, thinking to myself what a marvelous thing it is to wake up next to a beautiful naked girl, in particular, a girl with which I was very much in love.
Mira stirred, and sensing my body next to hers, pushed her hips back toward me, deepening the "spooning" of our bodies. I became aware that my morning erection was pressing against her butt. I scooted it between her legs, for a comfortable place to rest. She must have felt its hardness, because she gently pushed her hips back against me repeatedly.
Well, I thought, if she wants sex first thing in the morning, we can do that. I sought with the head of my cock the right place between her legs, and was rewarded with a hot and already lubricated pussy to slide into. She still hadn't even opened her eyes, and at least part of me was still asleep, but we moved our bodies together in a very warm, cozy fuck. Our bodies were heating up from the effort, so I threw back the blanket so that we were covered by just a sheet. I managed to get both of my arms around her, one sneaking around her neck. In this position I could push my cock forward to meet her backwards thrusts, but I could also hold one of her breasts and kiss her neck.
I wasn't quite awake, and wasn't going to come quickly after being so drained, so our cuddle-fuck went on for a long, delicious time. Gradually I became fully awake, and my conscious mind started to do what it does so often, worry. I stopped thrusting and just held her.
"Mira."
"Yes?" She said sleepily.
"I don't want you to work at the hotel tonight."
"I have to." There was sadness and resignation in her voice.
"I know. I just wish there was a way you didn't have to."
We stayed that way, lost in our own thoughts for a long time. Then an idea came to me.
"What if I paid?"
There was a pause, and her voice sounded suddenly awake. "Do you mean, you come to the hotel?"
"I wouldn't have to. I could just give you the 25 euros, and you give it to your father."
She squirmed around, slipping off my cock so she could turn to face me. She had a serious look on her face.
"I would still have to go to the hotel. My father knows people there."
"Would they know if you didn't actually sell your body to anyone?"
She considered this. "No, I don't think so."
My heart leapt. "So, it's OK for me to pay you?"
"You are serious." She just stared at me.
"Yes, I'm serious."
There was a long pause. She stared at me. I tried to figure out the expression on her face. Finally she broke the silence. There were almost tears in her eyes.
"I love you."
I had heard her say those words to me before, but at that moment, I really felt it in my bones. She leaned in to kiss me, and it was a softer kiss than usual. The kiss got more active, her hands went back onto my body, and soon she had me pinned on my back, climbing on top of me to settle herself down on my cock. She fucked me that way, or perhaps it was making love, with her doing all the work of riding my cock, bouncing her young body on mine, our flesh slapping together, until I finally came inside her. She collapsed on top of me and we held each other for a long time as my cock gradually softened.
A while later, we had finally managed to crawl out of bed and were getting dressed when I realized something.
"Mira, why haven't you let me lick your pussy?"
Half-dressed, she gave me a puzzled look.
"Men don't do that."
That caught me by surprise.
"Your father and brothers never do it?"
"Of course not. Only my mother and sometimes my sister."
No wonder she came to accept this "lesbian" perversion in her life, I thought. She didn't have orgasms from intercourse, so this was the primary way she experienced sexual release in her life, at least with another person. From the time of her earliest memories, her pleasure had come from her mother's mouth. As for me, going down on a girl was something I thought I understood well, having plenty of practice with my last girlfriend.
"Also, you never suggested it." she continued.
I considered this. When we sat by the stream, it was true, the geometry of our bodies hadn't made me think of going down on her. I had masturbated her to orgasm with my fingers instead. In bed, we had rushed into sex, and it had slipped my mind since she already seemed so eager to fuck.
"I'm sorry I didn't suggest it. Will you let me do it to you?"
She smiled. "Are you sure? I think men are scared to do it. They just like to watch women doing it with each other."
"I'm not scared. You just made me come, but you haven't had yours yet. Get back in bed!"
She laughed, almost a giggle. She had her bra, panties and top back on, but pushed off her panties and flopped back in the bed. I straddled her and kissed my way down her body, ended up with my face right in front of her young pussy, getting my best look at it yet. She was really beautiful, even in her most intimate anatomy. With my fingers, I explored her little pink folds, the size and placement of her clit, then I did it again, with my tongue. She moaned her encouragement. I gently began the tongue motions that my previous girlfriend had liked, then switched around and tried a lot of variations, carefully listening to the sounds Mira made. Soon I found a rhythm and motion that she liked, individual to her, and in less than ten minutes brought her to a strong, noisy orgasm.
I was glowing with pride as I kissed my way back up her body, and she was glowing with arousal. We exchanged "I love you" and spent a lot of time kissing before finally getting up to get dressed and venture towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, we found her mother, and Mira launched into a fast burst of excited Molvanian. Her mother just smiled and answered back briefly. After more of Mira's outburst, she gave me a surprised glance and an extra-large smile.
"Did you.. tell her about tonight?" I asked, unsure of whether that was a good idea.
"No." said Mira, suddenly serious. "That is our secret. I told her you licked my pussy and how nice it was! She really likes you now."
I grinned back. Great, I thought, now both of Mira's parents like me. Her older brother Nikolai seemed to like me too. I was well accepted in this bizarre family for reasons that I barely understood.
Siblings
Later that day, I solved the logistical issue of getting my money in the required cash form and getting it to Mira before Saturday night. That night, she went to the hotel as usual, and as I learned later, successfully did nothing but stand around.
I desperately wanted to spend time with her on Sunday, but it was impossible. She could leave her house only at certain times, and there was no place for her to meet me where we could have privacy. She still felt it was a bad idea, for my sake, for us to go out socially together. She also felt that calling my host family's house was best avoided, so we had no way to reach each other to make plans. I could have visited her house when her father and brother weren't around, but that was only certain hours that were hard to predict. I just had to wait for Monday afternoon.
I was incredibly happy to see Mira's smiling face when I got to the bakery on Monday. We discussed the public parts of our life, my language classes, safe subjects. Only later, out on the trail by the stream, did Mira feel comfortable to speak freely.
"I should tell you about who I have had sex with."
"Nobody on Saturday night?" I asked hopefully.
"Nobody, yes. No ugly men at the hotel." She kissed me. "I gave my father the money as usual. He does not suspect anything."
"But... you did have to have sex?"
"Yes. Two times. Last night it was my father."
I scowled. "Did Anton start it again?"
"No, my father started it. You know, he sleeps in the largest bed in the house, and Katarina lives there with him, and sleeps there with him. My mother has another room, she only comes into my father's bedroom to clean it, or sometimes when my father has some sexual idea. He doesn't have sex with my mother any more by herself. She is just there when he has sex with Katarina, when my father thinks it is entertaining."
"So, you had sex with him."
"Yes, and with Katarina." She gave me a strange look. "I think you would like to see that, me having sex with her."
"I guess I would. You're both very beautiful, and two sisters..."
"It is sexy, like with my mother."
"Yes."
"Well, then maybe you will like hearing about last night. For me, I don't like that my father is there, making me do things. But I don't mind being with my sister. Even though I am supposed to pretend she is not my sister. I think my father is stupid about that. Anyways, my father started it, he was a little bit drunk, and he leads us both to his bedroom. He takes off Katarina's clothes, and then he sits back on his bed and tells her to take off my clothes. Of course, we have done this many times and we know what he wants. He wants to see us do lesbian. So, we are kissing and she is taking off my clothes, we are touching each other, and I put fingers in her pussy. It feels OK to do this, we have done it so many times, we like it a little, but for him we have to pretend we really like it a lot. We pretend it is very exciting. After watching us like this, he pulls out his cock and we have to suck it together. He is rough with Katarina, pushing it into her mouth very hard. It is uncomfortable for her but she has to do it. Then he fucks both of us, just plain fucking, he is on top of us. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was you, but I couldn't do it. I just had to wait for it to be over."
I held her and kissed her. My mind was once again a chaotic mix of feelings, shock and sadness at her predicament, but strong arousal at hearing about her having sex with her sister. It was a strange sensation that I would gradually become used to.
"So that was it, he just fucked you and it was over?"
"No, he did Katarina in the ass."
Her calm voice made it clear that this was an ordinary occurrence, but I was shocked. She had mentioned that her mother was used to anal sex, but nothing about herself or her sister.
"He... has anal sex with her?"
"Yes. Two years, since she was 17. I am only 16, he has never done it to me, but I am sure he will do it when I turn 17. So, he does it in her ass, and he puts me in front of her, so that he can watch her licking my pussy when he is doing it. He comes that way, so I can leave the room. I didn't have any orgasm, but he doesn't care about that. He is stupid. That was Sunday night."
"There was another time?"
"Yes, this morning. It was Anton. I think I hate him. We were still getting ready to go to school, and he comes into my room, my father is not there so I tell him no. He threatens to tell my father that I wouldn't do it. So, I don't resist him. He just pushes me against the bed, I am leaning over, and he fucks me quickly, then he is done and leaves."
"He raped you." I considered that nearly everything that went on her house was basically rape, but this was even more blatant.
"I guess so."
I held her and she put her head on my shoulder. She didn't cry, but I let her cling to me for as long as she wanted. I thought about what little I knew about rape. It was supposed to be a violent act, not a sexual one. Did Anton hate or resent his younger sister somehow? It sounded like he just wanted to get his rocks off, and he had been raised to think that this was an acceptable way to do it, that her feelings didn't matter.
"I just wish it was you instead." she said finally.
"I'm amazed that you can want to have sex with anyone, after all the sex forced on you." I offered.
She shrugged. "I think sex depends just on the person. If I am doing it with you or my mother, it feels good. Or Nikolai, I don't mind it with him. If I have the same sex when I am made to do it, it doesn't feel good." She kissed me. "Can I suck you now?"
"I think I went soft when you told me about Anton attacking you."
She nodded. "Well, that happens with him, and there's nothing we can do about it. I still want to feel you coming in my mouth. Can I do it?"
I surrendered. "OK."
"Think about me with my sister, not with my brother." she said, getting down between my legs to fish out my soft cock. There's something wonderful about a warm mouth around my soft cock, because it all fits so nicely, a sensation that usually changes quickly as my cock gets harder. I thought about Katarina and Mira undressing each other and kissing while playing with each other's pussies. I thought back to how Mira had plunged her face between her mother's pussy lips, the slurping sounds as she drank my come. I put one hand on the back of her head and it wasn't long until Mira's deep, hard and fast blowjob got me to come in her mouth, exactly as she had wanted.
I noticed as she stood up that she was pulling her fingers away from her crotch, where she had been touching herself while sucking me.
"Can I go down on you?" I asked.
She paused, perhaps unfamiliar with the English idiom, then her face lit up. "Sure!"
We found a way for her to sit on the fallen tree that exposed her hips at the right angle, allowing my face access between her legs. Her pussy tasted different than it had before, and I realized that last time I had just come inside her. Sucking her clit was delightful, and I already knew the tongue motions she liked, so it was barely minutes until her hips jerked and she patted my head to stop. I came up to kiss her through the afterglow of her orgasm.
The Third Visit
Our week went by normally, and I was not entirely surprised when Mira told me I should come back to her house for dinner again on Friday night. I was now beyond some curiosity on Drago's part, and more like some kind of friend of the family. Dinner was delicious, and I praised Larisa repeatedly about how much I liked her cooking, attempting to speak some Molvanian to the great amusement of everyone at the table. Anton was there, and I tried not to let on that I hated him for forcing his sister into sex. I tried to act friendly and neutral to everyone in the family.
After dinner, I again spent time with Nikolai and Mira in the living room, playing another game of chess and discussing all kinds of things, in both languages with Mira often translating for us.
Drago didn't say a word during dinner about anyone being a whore, or who I would sleep with. I just hoped that I would be in a bed with Mira, whether we had sex or not. I was disappointed when it became late, and I was led to the guest room and left by myself.
Oh well, I thought. I undressed and climbed into the bed alone. I wasn't sleepy, so I lay there thinking about Mira and her family. I really liked Nikolai, who had a great sense of humor and a lot of shared interests in international things. I liked him even more knowing that he was gentle with Mira and never forced her to do anything. I wondered who was in bed with who. I left the lamp on by my bed, lying awake thinking.
I was delighted when the door opened and Mira came in, grinning broadly.
"My father is busy with Katarina. He doesn't need me, and he doesn't care if I sleep with you." she explained.
I pulled back the covers, she stripped naked and crawled in with me. We kissed and cuddled and rolled around with each other in delight. I was quickly hard, and positioned myself on top of her to sink into her pussy. We were several minutes into a delightful, romantic fuck when the door opened again. Larisa peeked in, and said something in Molvanian.
"You want her to join us?" Mira asked me.
"Do you?" I replied.
"Yes."
"Well then I do too."
Mira called her to us. Larisa pulled off her dress as she approached the bed. The blanket was already thrown back, so when she sat down on the edge of the bed she had a perfect view of my cock buried in her daughter's pussy.
She didn't make any further moves, so I went back to thrusting into Mira. Larisa just sat there, watching as my cock slid home, watching our bodies moving together in unison, listening to our pants and moans. She put one hand under her panties as she watched us, but otherwise she didn't make any more. Gradually, I remembered that Larisa tended to be passive about sex. I gestured for her to lean forward, and kissed her. She kissed back hotly, then without being told to, bent down to give Mira the same hot kiss. Her mouth moved down to Mira's small pink nipples, sucking each in turn as my thrusts caused Mira's breasts to wiggle.
I helped remove Larisa's bra, and we spent a lot of enjoyable time that way, all three mouths involved with each other through our fuck. At one point Mira and I each had one of her mother's large nipples in our mouths, sucking hard as we pressed against each other's bodies. It was Mira that took things to the next level.
"You want us to do lesbian?"
"I don't want to stop fucking you." I replied.
"You don't have to. Here." She said something in Molvanian. Larisa stood, pushed off her panties, and climbed right onto the bed, her knees on either side of Mira's shoulders. I watched in amazement. Holding the bed frame with her arms for support, she slowly lowered her pussy to her daughter's mouth.
Mira smiled at me and licked her lips as her mother's pussy descended. Her arms were reasonably free, so she could use her hands to spread the large labia and get her mouth between them. From behind, I didn't have a perfect view, but I could see Mira's tongue each time as it flicked downward. She alternately between licking and sucking the whole clit into her mouth.
I almost came inside Mira watching her devouring her mother's pussy this way, but I managed to hold out. Mira got more into it, pressing a couple fingers into the large pussy on her mouth. I dared to press a couple of my fingers in as well, and experienced the odd sensation of my fingers slipping around with Mira's. I pulled mine out and Mira managed to get four fingers inside, pushing deeper and exploring. Then she suddenly did something that was more obscene than I could have imagined.
She pulled out her slippery fingers, and pressed one of them, then two of them, up Larisa's ass.
The act itself was shocking and arousing, but even more so was Larisa's loud moan of obvious approval as her daughter began slowly finger-fucking her ass. I didn't know much about anal sex, but I had assumed it was something done purely for a man's pleasure. I imagined it as something dirty, done in the dark. But here right in front of my eyes, Mira was anally penetrating her mother for her mother's obvious pleasure. I watched the brownish pink sphincter slip around Mira's pretty fingers as she slowly moved them in and out. My cock got even harder inside Mira's pussy, the sensations of fucking her more acute. The sound of very wet suction came from Mira's slurping mouth that was intensely busy on her mother's clit.
I knew I was going to come, and come hard, but to my surprise Larisa beat me to it. She let out a powerful moan, her hips shook, and her pussy became so wet that I could watch a few drops trickling over Mira's chin and down her neck. I was just seconds behind her, pressing myself as hard and deep into Mira as I could, gasping as I pulsed inside her.
Slowly, Larisa moved and sat beside us, panting. I was breathing hard as well. Mira had a big grin on her wet face. I bent down to kiss her, and she seemed surprised. When I put my tongue into her mouth, I encountered a hot pool of her mother's pussy juices. At that moment, it seemed profoundly sexy, and we kissed with our tongues slipping around, both swallowing the hot liquid.
"I... I didn't know you would do that... with her ass." I stuttered.
"Oh, yes." Mira glowed. "My father taught us to do that, for his pleasure to watch, but eventually we learned to like it."
Larisa said something long in Molvanian, and Mira nodded, translating.
"She says that her ass is a sexual thing, when you treat it the right way. She likes it to be licked and touched. She even like anal sex a little bit, at least it can be nice, if the man is not rough. But my father is usually rough." She pulled my face down to hers for a quick kiss. "Now, pull out of me, so she can make me come."
I pulled out and sat beside her. The last time this happened, I was on the verge of falling asleep, and I didn't get a good look. This time, I had a perfect view as Larisa bent down and kissed her way down Mira's body. She slid her naked body along her daughter's, ending up on her hands and knees between Mira's pale thighs. I watched carefully as she used one hand to spread Mira's pink labia. A single line of my white cum trickled down. Larisa used her other hand to run a finger through the cum. She looked up at me with a smile as she brought the finger to her lips, and sucked it clean. She kept using her fingers for a while, playing with the cum and rubbing it around on Mira's clit. Finally, she put her tongue out and switched to giving her daughter proper oral sex. I watched, comparing her technique to what I had found Mira liked.
"Do you think... this is incest?" asked Mira out of the blue, breathing hard.
I looked at her naked body, her legs spread wide and her hips rocking slightly with sexual eagerness as her mother licked her pussy.
"I guess it is." I said.
"I don't think it's really incest. It doesn't feel like it to me. It feels like incest when my father fucks me. But this is so good, I don't think this can be incest."
Larisa raised her head and asked me something in Molvanian.
"She wants to know if you want to lick me too." Mira giggled. "She thinks it's really good that you would do it for me."
"Sure!" I agreed. The thought occurred to me that perhaps this was a way to test whether I really cared about her daughter. Larisa scooted to one side, making room for me to squeeze next to her and put my mouth on Mira's pussy. It was already wet and slippery, and Mira responded strongly when my tongue flicked over her clit. I teased her a while by running the tip of my tongue all around, down to her perineum and flicking it across her inner labia, then sucked her whole clit into my mouth and applied gentle suction. Mira moaned appreciatively. Larisa had an arm around me, hugging me to her side as she watched me licking her daughter's pussy. When I stopped to take a breath, she pushed her own face forward to lick Mira from bottom to top. When she pulled her head back, I turned to seek her lips, and we kissed hotly, swirling the taste of Mira between our tongues.
This settled into a game, taking turns. Each time Mira got close, we switched. Mira's moans became more frantic, and she started to swear quietly in Molvanian as we drove her crazy. At one point, I was sucking her clit, and Larisa had a couple finger inside her, gently finger-fucking her. Suddenly, Mira's hands came down and gripped my head, hard, holding me in place. Her hips were quivering, and I kept my tongue moving exactly how she liked, until she came, and kept coming. Her pussy lubricated dramatically, and then suddenly she went limp.
Slowly I kissed my way up her body, and kissed her mouth. Larisa came up beside us, and Mira pulled her in for a kiss as well. Together we kissed our way through the afterglow of her orgasm for a long, dreamy time, our three naked bodies side by side. Mira spoke softly in my ear in English about how good it felt, how happy she was, how much she loved me. To her mother she spoke softly in Molvanian.
"I think you are ready again." she said, noticing my erection pressing against her side. She exchanged some Molvanian with her mother, who nodded. "Do you want to try anal sex with her?"
I looked at Larisa. She was smiling at me, as if it was no big deal. I considered it. My fears of anal sex had been greatly reduced by seeing how easily those two fingers had gone up her ass, and how she had liked it. She had been taking her husband's cock in her ass for something like fifteen years, so she was clearly used to it.
"Yes." I said, my lust and curiosity overwhelming my reservations.
"Oh good. I think you will really like it!"
Larisa got up on her hands and knees, pushed her ass back welcomingly. Mira slowly sat up alongside her mother, watching my erection bobbing as I got up on my knees as well.
"Let her suck it first."
I led my cock into Larisa's mouth, and watched as Mira used her fingers to do something between her mother's butt cheeks. I realized she was wetting her fingers in Larisa's large pussy, and using them to push the wetness into her asshole. Preparing her. I thrust gently into Larisa's mouth, becoming rock hard as I watched them getting ready.
"OK, come try it. You should start slow, not like my father. Also you are bigger than him, so be careful."
I was still very hesitant, but eagerly came around and got behind Larisa. Mira used one hand to stroke my cock, the other to plunge two fingers in and our of her mother's asshole. Finally, she stopped. With one hand, she held the cheeks apart, exposing the rosebud. With her other hand, she pulled my cock forward. I pressed gently, and the head of my cock slipped inside.
"Good, now move in slowly."
I put my hands on Larisa's hips and pressed gently. Around an inch of cock went in before I hit impossible tightness.
"Now stop for a second. Let her get used to it... OK, keep going."
Inch by inch, I worked my cock inside, until to my amazement most of my cock was buried inside. It was extremely hot, and snug, and incredibly obscene looking.
"OK." Mira smiled and winked at me. "Now you can fuck."
I started slowly, pulling out almost all the way, pressing back in slowly. When Larisa didn't seem to mind, I did it again a little faster. I struggled with my self-control, building speed gradually. I found that if I didn't go so deep, I could thrust more quickly, her sphincter moving over the sensitive parts of my cock in a way that felt great. Larisa muttered something, and Mira translated.
"She says you can go deeper. Don't worry about hurting her now, she is ready for you."
I grabbed her hips tighter and pushed myself a little farther in on each thrust. The head of my cock seemed to be struggling against the tightness of the walls around it. Larisa gasped, almost crying out, and I feared that I had gone too deep, but she didn't tell me to stop.
"That's it, that's good! Sometimes she can come this way."
Mira came closer to me and bent forward to press her tits against my chest, her mouth seeking mine. My balls tingled as we kissed, and I realized that I was closer to coming than I thought. Mira seemed to sense it as well.
"Do it, fuck her ass! You can come in her ass, it's OK."
I was unable to stop myself in any case. My hips on autopilot, I slid forward into that fiery dark tunnel and erupted, coming so hard that the lights went dim and my head was dizzy. Mira was kissing me, but I could barely focus to kiss her back. Slowly, I came back to normal.
"You did it. I think you liked it." Mira was smiling at me. "You can pull out now."
I pulled out, and Larisa scooted forward and off the bed, walking out of the room, stark naked. I collapsed onto my back, with Mira cuddled by my side. Larisa came back in the room with a hot, wet towel, which she used to wipe down my semi-soft cock. She wiped between her own legs a bit, then leaned into kiss both of us, pulled the sheets onto us, said goodnight, gathered up her clothes and left us alone together. We cuddled into sleep.
Saturday morning began as usual, waking up next to my girlfriend's warm, beautiful naked body. I spooned her, then sought between her legs with the head of my cock. Half-asleep, she pushed back against me. Starting slowly, we worked ourselves up into a vigorous, passionate fuck. I almost came, but instead held myself deep inside her body and stopped, kissing the back of her neck tenderly.
"That was incredible, last night." I said.
"Yes it was. I don't think I've ever come so strong. What you both did to my pussy, it was amazing. And I liked watching you enjoying my mother's ass so much."
"I was scared of it, but I loved it." I agreed.
"Sometime...." she paused, considering her words, "sometime, I want you to do that with me. In my ass, I mean. I want to learn how to do it for you."
"You don't have to do that. I already love having sex with you." My cock was all the way inside her snug pussy, and I couldn't imagine anything feeling more perfect.
"Yes, but... I saw how excited you were last night. And I know how my mother has grown to like it, sometimes. I know my father will start to do it with me on my next birthday. But I want to do it with you first. I should practice first, putting something inside me."
"Like how you put two fingers in her ass last night."
"Yes. But you probably think that's dirty?"
"Mira, I love every part of you. I'm not scared to put my fingers inside you."
"Oh. Good."
I went back to thrusting. Slowly we shifted positions, rolling over into missionary, then she rolled me over to straddle me, fucking herself slowly up and down on the length of my cock. I reached down to hold her hips, and the idea came to me.
"I could reach you back there, like this." I stretched one arm to put my hand down, around her butt to the point where my cock was moving inside her.
"Yes!" There was real excitement in her voice.
Very gently, my fingers moved around until they found her tiny backdoor. Realizing it needed to be more slippery for comfort, I brought my fingers up to my mouth, wet them, then moved them back down. She moaned as I encircled her rim with the tip of my finger. I pressed gently, rubbing back and forth.
"Push it in." she breathed in my ear, her voice ragged with arousal.
I pushed, and the first part of my index finger slipped in past the sphincter. This was impossible, I thought. I would never fit my cock into this tight opening. But just having my finger there was exciting for both of us. I moved my hand along with her hips, allowing her to fuck me deeply, her clit pressing down against my body on each stroke. Eventually her grinding pussy made me come inside her, but by that time I had my finger in her ass moving quite comfortably up to the second joint.
"Some day." she said wistfully as our bodies pulled apart and collapsed on the bed. "I want to take you all the way."
"There's no hurry." I reassured her.
After catching our breath, Mira led me to the shower. She explained that an older building would only have a bath, but her father had paid extra for this house to be more modern, so it had a full shower. Showering with Mira for the first time was one of the most delightful experiences in my life. We spend a lot of time kissing and washing each other. With soap, I was able to explore into her ass with my fingers a little farther. If I hadn't just come three times in the last 24 hours, we probably would have had sex yet again in the shower. Eventually we managed to stop fooling around and get dressed, although I had to struggle to hide the erection in my pants.
The Ruins
When we got down to the dining room, Larisa was cooking and Nikolai was there eating. We sat and ate breakfast with him. After some conversation, Mira explained that Drago and his "girlfriend" had left for a trip to another part of the country for the weekend. Anton had similarly made himself scarce. This meant that we had a new degree of freedom on where we could go and what we could do. Nikolai proposed that we take a hike together to show me some local ruins, up the side of the valley above the town.
Nikolai, Mira and I set out, with Nikolai in front leading us. As we walked, Mira chatted with him in Molvanian, and with me in English, frequently translating.
"He comes up here with Katarina sometimes, so they can be alone." she explained to me. "When they can get away, without anyone telling my father. He discovered this place a year ago, when we moved to this town last summer."
We followed a very rough trail up the grassy slopes. Mira was wearing a short skirt and T-shirt that was very sexy on her. Watching her hips swaying in front of me was distracting, but the scenery was pretty as well. The sun beat down on us, and I was happy when we approached the ruins. Slabs of stone stood up from the hill. There was no roof, but the stone were large enough to cast some welcome shade. Standing between them, Nikolai pointed out the view of their town below us. A dry wind flowed over the ruins, cooling us as we sat down in the shade to drink water from Nikolai's backpack.
They talked for a while in fast Molvanian, then Mira turned to me.
"I explained to him that I've told you all about our family. He is surprised that you are still in love with me, and not scared away or thinking we are very bad."
"I don't think you are very bad. Drago is a terrible father, but it's not your fault."
"What about me and my mother, and my sister? And you know Nikolai is in love with Katarina. When they come up here, they have time alone together, and they have sex. That is incest, right? And Nikolai does it with me too sometimes, and I don't mind it. So that is not very bad?"
I considered this. I didn't feel any repulsion at the thought of them having sex. The repulsive thing was Drago forcing them to do things. Consensual sex between siblings that loved each other... it seemed OK. In fact, at least some small part of me thought it seemed kind of sexy.
"It doesn't seem bad to me, if you love each other, and nobody is forced to do it."
Mira translated for him, and they both smiled at me. "And Nikolai says he will stop having any sex with me, because I have you now as my boyfriend. He thinks you will be... possessive. Is that true?"
"Well, I can't have your body to myself, when your father is still treating you like a whore."
"Yes, but I could stop doing it with Nikolai. If you want."
They were looking at me intensely. It felt like some kind of test. I considered my choices. Would I feel jealous if Mira had sex with her older brother? Not really. I knew she loved me, but it was different than the love between them as siblings. She wasn't in love with him, and he was in love with another. What if I told them to stop? Nikolai would be more sexually frustrated, losing a degree of intimacy he used to have with Mira. What if I said it was OK? I wouldn't lose anything.
"I think it's up to you." I said finally. "If you want to keep having sex with him, you should. I don't mind."
"OK. We will then." Mira scooted next to me, and gave me a fast kiss. "I love you, Ethan."
"I love you." I replied, putting my arms around her. Nikolai just watched us, smiling.
"You know," began Mira, "if it was just him and me on this hike today, we would have sex."
"Here, in the ruins?" I looked around, and it there wasn't any comfortable place to lay down.
"Yes, here. There are ways to do it. Do you want to try?"
The combined effect of her sexy clothing and wiggling in my lap was having an effect, and my erection pressed against her through my clothes. Despite all our recent sex, I definitely wanted her again.
"What about Nikolai?"
"Do you care if he watches us?"
I considered it, but didn't have time to respond before Mira pushed it up a notch.
"Or he can have sex with me and you can watch. Would that be sexy?"
"Uh...." I looked back and forth between them. Of course it was crazy that they would commit incest in front of me. Then I considered that they had been watching their parents having sex since their were small children, had witnessed all sorts of perversions in their home on a regular basis. This was nothing compared to that, but it was still a wild idea to me.
"It was sexy for you, to watch me and my mother." she continued. "It is sexy, me and my brother?"
"I don't know." I replied slowly. This was all I could think, my subconscious mind needing a lot more time to really figure it out. "But... I guess you could do it and see how I feel?"
Mira smiled big and kissed me again. "So I can let both of you have sex with me today?"
"I guess so."
"Well, if you don't like it, you can tell me to stop, OK?"
"OK."
Mira wiggled out of my lap and went over to Nikolai's lap. He put his arms around her, and they kissed. It was a hot, deep kiss. I just stared.
"It's OK?" asked Mira again, looking at me for approval.
"Yes."
I watched as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. He cupped her tits as they kissed, and she had a hand between his legs, touching the bulge in his pants. After a minute, she unzipped him and got out of his lap. She knelt, bending over him, fishing out his cock. I had watched her do this with me many times, at our spot by the stream, so it was familiar and yet wildly different. His cock was very hard, and she didn't waste any time in sucking it into her mouth.
I sat, watching this spectacle, just a few feet away from me. Mira bobbed her head enthusiastically. Nikolai mostly watched her sucking, but also looked up to smile at me. I knew from Mira that he hadn't had any sex with anyone since a couple weeks before, when he came to Mira asking for a blowjob. He was probably on edge, the sensations intense, not going to last long. I fumbled for something to say, something simple enough for him to understand in English.
"She is very good."
He nodded, happy to have understood me, repeating it back. "Yes. She is very good."
I tried to figure out how I felt, but it was too complicated. This was the first time I had ever watched my girlfriend pleasuring another man, and there was, in fact, a small part of me that wanted them to stop, to keep her for myself. But there was another part of me that found it arousing, as wrong as it was. Mira was sucking her older brother's cock with abandon. I knew it wouldn't be long till he came in her mouth. I knew she would gulp down his incestuous sperm with pleasure. How long had she been doing this? Mira told me that it began with her mother at age 9, and with her older sister at 10. I knew that Katarina had been made to service her brothers when she was 14, which meant they were 12 and 13 at the time. They probably had their first orgasms in their older sister's mouth, not allowed to do the same with their younger sister until a few years later when she was 13. Then Katarina had been taken away from them, taken exclusively by their father, and Mira was left to handle all their sexual needs.
I knew Nikolai was coming from the look on his face, and the load moan that came from Mira as she swallowed her brother's cum.
"You're next!" she said at she stood and walked over to me, swaying her hips, a big grin on her face. She wasted no time, bending over in front of me, fishing out my cock and sucking it into her mouth. I had actually wanted to fuck her, but her mouth felt as wonderful as ever, and I didn't dare complain. Nikolai watched us, nodding in approval, as Mira got busy sucking and bobbing her head.
"She is good." he said.
"She's fucking incredible." I agreed. Years of practice at sucking every cock in her family, I thought to myself.
There was no way I was going to come quickly, after the sex that morning and night before. Mira seemed to notice this, pacing herself. Nikolai stood up, stepping toward us. My first surprise was that his cock was already hard again. The second surprise was what he managed to say in English.
"I... fuck... Mira?"
I looked down at her body and realized the position was right, standing, bent over my lap with her hips reaching backward. All he had to do was to lift her skirt.
"Yes." I said.
The third surprise was when he lifted her skirt, there was no panties. What a girl, I thought. She must have expected to have sex with one or both of us, planned for it. Nikolai aimed his cock and stepped closer. At the last minute, he paused again and looked at me.
"It's OK?"
I had my hands on Mira's head, guiding it up and down as she took me deep, my cock reaching deep toward her throat. Was Nikolai really asking for permission? Maybe he felt like Mira's body was mine now, and he was asking permission before trespassing. Or maybe he was unsure of how I felt about the incest in his family. He didn't have to worry. I felt a surge of lust at the obscene situation.
"Go ahead." I said, "fuck your little sister's tight pussy. She wants it." I think I blushed, surprised at myself for speaking that way, but that's how I felt. Nikolai pushed forward, causing Mira to moan around my cock as her brother's cock slid home.
Together, we thrust into her. Beautiful Mira, graciously sharing her body with us. Our cocks filling her, front and back. The soft breeze blew over our sweating bodies, our moans and grunts mixing with the sounds of the wind.
Mira lifted her head, looking up at me, realizing that I was not about to come in her mouth soon.
"You want to fuck me?"
"Yes, very much."
"OK. You can take a turn."
She said something to Nikolai, and he pulled out. She stood up, a little shaky, and took a couple steps toward the gap in the stones. She put her hands on the rocky ledge, facing forward to the view of the town, then looked back over her shoulder at me invitingly. I got the idea, and stood up, standing behind her. The skirt was just in the way, so I pulled it off, leaving her in just a T-shirt. She moved her legs apart and tilted her hips back suggestively, setting her pussy at a good angle to be penetrated.
"Go ahead and fuck me hard." she said. "Both of you."
I eagerly stepped forward to do so. With the small difference in our height, I found that I needed to either bend my legs or spread them wider, to get my cock at the right height. With that solved, I slid in smoothly and deeply. She looked so beautiful, wearing nothing but shoes and a T-shirt, a beam of light splashing across her youthful form, a smile on her face as she turned back to look at me, encouraging me. I held her hips and fucked her madly, our flesh slapping together, her pussy squeezing me tightly.
I knew that Nikolai was standing to the side walking me intensely fuck his little sister, but I barely noticed him, all my concentration on Mira. What finally made me stop was the fact that having sex standing up with your legs bent is a lot of work. I pulled out, breathing hard, and took a step away. Nikolai quickly took my place, grabbing her hips and fucking her hard and fast as I had. I moved by her side, so that I could watch the expression on her face as she gasped through her pounding incestuous fuck. She was pushing her hips back at him, enjoying every second of it. I bent in as if to kiss her, then got a better idea, grabbing her T-shirt and pulling it up. Just as I expected, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were perky enough that the T-shirt stayed up by itself, exposing her tits to the sun and the breeze. I rubbed and twisted each nipple, bringing gasps, then bent in to suck on them.
Suddenly Nikolai pulled out, breathing hard and stepping back. I quickly came around to take his place in her pussy, and he took over my job of teasing Mira's nipples. In this way, we switched back and forth, each of us pouring our energy into Mira for a couple minutes at a time.
Nikolai came first, plunging himself deep and staying there, putting his arms around her body and hugging her tightly as he came inside her. Exhausted, he kissed her neck then pulled out, sitting back on a stone. Mira looked at me.
"You don't mind, do you? That he did it inside me?"
I looked between her legs, and a bit of her brother's cum was trickling down her inner thigh.
"I don't mind. You look even more sexy that way."
"Sexy with cum on me?" She used one hand to reach down to her pussy, running her fingers along her thigh and between her pussy lips. "Is it sexy?" she asked, with a teasing look on her face. Then she casually sucked her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. "Is is sexy when I like to suck my brother's cum from my fingers?"
"Yes!" I stepped forward and plunged myself into Mira. She gasped at the force of the thrust, pushing her hips back, and quickly we fell into a hard fuck. Perhaps her pussy felt a little more slippery, but I hardly noticed. I was close to coming, and her pussy felt fantastic. Suddenly I got an idea. I pulled out, ran some fingers over her slippery lips, and rubbed them against her tiny little rosebud.
"Oooh!" she said. "Touch me there, yes."
With all the lubrication, I quickly had my left index finger moving in and out of her ass, then replaced it with my thumb. This let me put my hand across her butt cheek in a way that let me slide my cock back into her pussy.
"Oh my God." she said.
I began to thrust. The presence of my thumb in her ass made her pussy just a little different, a noticeable extra tightness. The world around us barely existed, growing dim, nothing but the feeling of our bodies joining and the sound of our labored breathing. I wiggled my thumb, pressing it a little deeper, and the muscles of her pussy did something amazing, perhaps involuntary, that sent me over the edge. My right hand went up to wrap around her body and grab a breast, pulling her towards me as I came, intensely, draining myself completely inside Mira, my beautiful Mira.
After we had gathered our breath and pulled our clothes back on, she went over to Nikolai and gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you." she said in Molvanian to him, then to me in English.
"No, thank you!" I insisted, pulling her to me for a warm hug. "You did that for us, but we didn't make you come."
"You can do that later." she grinned. "But it was really a favor for me. I had a fantasy of this, before. Now my fantasy is real and I can remember it whenever I want."
When we got back to the house, Larisa had a meal ready for us, a late lunch. She looked so motherly, in such plain housewife clothes. It took some effort to imagine that the night before, she had been naked with her mouth drinking my cum from her daughter's pussy, then inviting me to fuck her in the ass. When she was outside the bedroom, there was no sexuality in her demeanor, just dutiful cooking and looking after us.
I spent the late afternoon hours with Mira in her room, just talking and looking at her things. She told me stories from her childhood, the normal parts, with nothing perverse. It was quality time, emotional bonding. I didn't want it to end, but I knew that soon she would have to dress like a slut and go down to stand around the hotel, pretending to prostitute herself.
She waited until the last minute, then dressed quickly and headed towards the door.
"Stay here." she urged me. "My father won't be home until tomorrow night, and I want to come home late tonight and find you in your bed."
I spent the evening in the living room, doing language practice with Nikolai and playing a few games of chess. Larisa called us for a brief supper, then we went off to our rooms to sleep.
I was laying in my bed in the guest room, awake, wishing Mira was by my side. There was a knock at the door, and Larisa was there. She looked as if she might say something, but she simply walked over to my bed and climbed into it.
I hugged her. If she was coming to offer me her body, I didn't know how to say that I had already had all the sex I could handle with Mira that day. So, I just held her body. Her large breasts and soft body felt nice under my arms, and we fell asleep that way.
Sometime during the night, I was jarred half-awake by Mira, climbing naked into the bed with us. She cuddled up against me, warming her cold limbs on the heat of my body, and fell fast asleep.
The Morning
In the morning, it was just Mira in bed with me. I woke up to her lips kissing me, her naked body on top of mine. I kissed her back, and put my arms around her. Her body squirmed. I knew her well enough now to know this meant she was feeling frisky.
"Can we have sex now?"
"Give me a minute, I'm not awake yet!"
"Maybe I should call for my mother? I haven't told her what we did yesterday. I think she would like to hear it." She stood up quickly, walking naked across the room and opened the door, yelling down the hallway. Half a minute later, Larisa came into the room. She frowned and let loose a long string of Molvanian. I didn't have to understand much to know she was scolding Mira for calling down the hallway naked, in the morning, for no good reason.
Mira retorted back something in Molvanian, of which I understood only the words for "fuck", my name, and Nikolai's name.
Larisa's expression changed, and she let Mira lead her to the bed, sitting down, still fully clothed. Mira launched into a long explanation, and pushed the straps of her mother's dress off her shoulders. Larisa didn't stop her, enraptured by the story Mira was telling her, which was clearly about our sex in the ruins the day before. She didn't resist as Mira undressed her, slowly pulling off each item of her clothing. Mira used her fingers seductively as she spoke, running them lightly across her mother's neck and down across her breasts, down between her legs.
I was completely hard watching this seduction. Mira pushed her naked mother down onto the bed, lying on top of her to kiss her, then sitting up and turning her body around. Gently, she squatted on her mother's face, adjusting herself into just the right position, then she lowered herself forward and planted her own mouth between her mother's legs.
I just stared as they both moaned in a classic 69. I was fully awake now, and my cock was almost painfully hard. I really wanted to put it somewhere, but I didn't want to interrupt their mother-daughter union, so I just watched, running my hands over Mira's smooth body as they moaned together.
"You can put it in her." said Mira, lifting her head. "Or me."
I came around between Larisa's legs and discovered that I could, in fact, put my cock into her pussy without blocking Mira's access to her mother's clit. This felt very nice, so I thrust very slowly as I watched them. A few minutes later, I could tell when Larisa came.
"Now it's my turn." moaned Mira. "Play with my ass?"
I pulled out and got my fingers coated with Larisa's very wet pussy. I moved around on the bed, and found Mira's little backdoor. Larisa had an extreme close-up view as I pressed my wet fingers against her daughter's tight sphincter, gradually relaxing it and teasing it. She must have had her mouth around Mira's clit, her nose pressed again Mira's pussy, which put her eyes just an inch away from Mira's asshole.
"Yes, that's good, give me more!" said Mira.
I got the tip of my index finger inside, then a bit further. Mira moaned and squirmed. I switched to my middle finger, a little thicker. By the time I got both fingers inside, Mira was rocking her hips uncontrollably.
"That it. That's it! I'm so close. Put your cock there."
"It won't go in." I protested. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't care. Just put it in a little. I want you to do it."
I got into position. Larisa, well aware of what was going on, used her hands to reach around and spread her daughter's cheeks wide, exposing her ass as well as possible. I put the head of my cock up to the entrance, and pressed gently. Her sphincter stretched wide, and stayed there. Nothing happened.
"More, go ahead!"
I pulled back, wet the tip of my cock with saliva, and tried again. This time, to my amazement, the sphincter gave way, and the head of my cock, up to the edge of the glans, slipped inside.
Mira screamed, followed by a string of swearing in Molvanian. The sound of heavy sucking came from Larisa's mouth. I didn't dare move, with Mira's ass around the head of my cock like a steel clamp. Her hips jerked, and I knew she was coming. There were shudders, then aftershocks. Finally, Mira was still.
"Um, pull out, be careful?"
I pulled back very gently, and she gasped as I slipped out. I was scared I might be not be completely clean, but after Mira climbed off, Larisa didn't hesitate to pull my cock into her mouth and suck it. Her mouth felt so good, I started to thrust, and she tilted to her head back to make it easier to fuck her mouth.
"You got it inside me!" said Mira, watching us. "I can't believe it."
"Just a little bit inside. It didn't hurt?"
"Only a little, but I was coming so hard, I almost didn't notice. I know I'm going to learn to do it. It's just a matter of time."
She came closer, to kiss me, putting one hand down on her mother's throat, to feel it bulge each time my cock pressed forward.
"She's so good at that."
"You're good at it too. It's amazing how deep it goes in your little mouth."
She smiled. "We can do it together. Here, let me show you." She lay down on her mother's body again, this time facing the same way. This put them face to face, breasts nestling together, belly to belly. Mira scissored her legs between her mother's legs, putting their pussies next to each other as well.
"I love it this way, we can rub against each other." She moved her hips to demonstrate, and I realized that between their hips, their labia and perhaps even their clits were moving across each other. Larisa brought her arms around her daughter to hug her closely as they writhed together. "Now, you can do my mouth too." She opened her mouth in an "O" and set it next to her mother's mouth.
I pulled out and moved to Mira's mouth. It took a bit of careful thrusting to make sure we had the right angle and rhythm so I wouldn't choke her, but soon I was happily fucking away, her mouth making a lot of wet suction noises. I was so deep that my balls gently slapped against her chin. Then I felt an amazing, hot and wet sensation, and realized that Larisa had sucked one of my balls into her mouth. I limited my range of motion to make it easier for her. I was scared that she might accidentally bite or bruise them, but she expertly used just her lips, tongue and suction.
Mira was starting to gasp a little, not getting enough air, so I pulled out of her and pressed myself back into Larisa's mouth. My balls felt cool in the air. Mira focused on their pussy-grinding, moving her mouth down to each of her mother's large nipples, gently biting then sucking hard. I felt my balls tingling, and sped up my thrusts.
"Are you going to come?" asked Mira. "I want it my mouth."
I nodded. "Yes! Get ready."
I moved my cock out of Larisa, and suddenly felt two simultaneous sensations. The first was Mira's mouth and throat plunging itself deep around me, and the second was the time of Larisa's tongue sliding over my balls and pressing itself, incredibly, into my own ass.
There was no time to think rationally about this new sensation. I reacted directly, my orgasm running through my body, shooting up to a plateau, then I was coming like crazy into Mira's mouth.
When I collapsed back on the bed, my cock was still jerking. Mira and I stared into each other's eyes as she lowered her head and opened her mouth, which was full of cum. Larisa opened her mouth, and Mira keep staring at me as their mouths came together, cum pouring off her tongue onto her mother's. They kissed, hotly and deeply, sharing my cum between them.
Gradually, the sexual energy in the room calmed down. Larisa got out of bed and got dressed. She resumed scolding Mira for interrupting her morning routine, but it was a gentle scolding. Mira and I cuddled in bed for a while, then got up and dressed to go eat breakfast.
Love
We spent the rest of the day relaxing around her house. She took me around their land, showing me their garden, teaching me the words for each growing thing. The day passed in a comfortable blur. Nikolai was around, but absorbed in his own interests. Larisa made us a delicious lunch. In the late afternoon, we had to say goodbye, and I walked back to my guest home with a glow of happiness at spending so much time with Mira, but also missing her already.
At home, Alex greeted me cautiously. He knew where I had been, but he had always carefully avoided the subject of where I went. That night, when it was just Alex and I relaxing after dinner, he finally dared to bring it up.
"This man's house that you visit. You have been there many times, now."
"Yes." Alex didn't know the reason I went there, and I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to tell him anything at all.
"There are many stories about him. He is a rich and powerful man."
"Yes. But I don't go to his house to see him." I figured I could at least tell him about Mira. "It's his daughter."
"Ah." Alex considered this, looking at me carefully. "She is a girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"The rich man, he has a girlfriend too. A very young girlfriend. They say that he also has a wife, and they live in the same house."
"It's true." I confirmed. That was mildly scandalous, but it was public information.
"They also say things about his daughter." Alex looked at me carefully. "I don't want to say anything wrong, but I think you know what people say."
"Yes. That she's a prostitute. Saturday nights at the hotel."
"Yes."
He started to speak, then stopped himself. Alex was a friendly and polite person, not confrontational. I could tell he felt some concern for me. He didn't dare ask how I felt about my girlfriend being a prostitute. I didn't dare tell him any of the truth, so I stayed quiet too. But I was curious about one thing.
"Have you... even gone to the hotel?"
He looked at me cautiously. "You mean... with a prostitute? No, never. I would not do that, for many reasons."
"What reasons?"
"Well, there is a girl I am interested in. She is not my girlfriend yet, but I am thinking about her, and not about a prostitute. Also, I could get a disease."
"Mira always uses a condom." I blurted out.
He looked surprised, and we both realized I was standing up for her.
"Also, I could not afford it." He smiled, breaking the tension. "The only prostitute I could afford is old and ugly."
I laughed gently with him, but I wanted him to know one important thing.
"I'm in love with her."
He nodded. "Then you have no choice."
I nodded back, and that was the end of the subject.
Developments
The next several weeks went by in a similar way. My morning language program was reasonably interesting. At the end of the first month of the program, we switched from language instruction to actually going out to work, as volunteers. I got to learn my way around the city where the program was, and there's a lot to say about my cultural experiences there, but I'll leave it out as it doesn't pertain to the story of my relationship.
With Mira, we still got to see each other every afternoon, after she closed down the bakery. There was always a passionate blowjob by the stream, along with a lot of romantic time just enjoying each other's company. Sometimes I got her off with my fingers, and sometimes I used my mouth on her pussy. Every time I went down on her, I made a point of getting a finger wet and playing with her little backdoor. She loved it, encouraging me, and each time it got a little easier for her. After the first week, I could smoothly finger-fuck her ass while sucking her clit.
We considered having actual sex out there by the stream, but we never did. It was only a semi-private spot, blocked from view from the stream up to a certain point. So, we saved full sex for Friday night, in a proper bed in her house.
I considered the irony, that every Saturday night I paid for Mira to not have sex, then every Friday we did it for free. Sometimes her mother joined us, sometimes it was just the two of us. Sometimes I had to go home immediately on Saturday morning, other times her father would be away so we could spent a little more of the weekend together.
I wasn't sure why Drago kept inviting me back to his house. He still liked having me at dinner, loudly telling me boastful stories of his wealth, his car, his business dealings. I pretended to pay attention. He loved to talk about America, in fact he was much more up to date with American news than I cared to be. He always let Mira sleep with me on Friday night, but the assumption was that I should not be seeing her outside of that. Gradually, I realized that he was using Mira to keep me coming over to his house. Her body was just a token to him, something to be used. That I was clearly in love with her, he barely seemed to notice. Perhaps he didn't care, or assumed it would end quickly. As far he knew, she was still turning tricks at the hotel.
Mira told me each time her father or her brothers did something with her. Thankfully, Anton's attacks seemed to fall off, and I learned this was due to Nikolai pressuring him. Mira still had to submit to her father, though, once or twice a week, usually joining him in bed with Katarina. It was awful for her to be ordered around, being treated like an object, boring and tedious for her to lay there and take it when he fucked her.
Sex between Mira and I just got better. We kept learning about each other, the subtle things that made each other happy in bed, certain touches, ways of speaking. She loved to talk about taking me in her ass some day, and we built up to it carefully. Mira had heard how painful it had been for Katarina when Drago took her anal virginity roughly a couple years before, and we were determined not to repeat that mistake. I overcame my fear of using the tip of my tongue to rim her. When we fucked, I often had a finger in her ass at the same time, getting her used to it.
A week after the long weekend, I was alone with her on Friday night. We began with making out, leading to passionate regular sex. Just before I was about to come, I stopped. I went down to eat her pussy and played with her ass for a long time, bringing her to orgasm twice. Only when she was completely relaxed and glowing in her post-orgasmic bliss did we try putting my cock inside her. I got the head in, and we spent many long minutes letting her get used to it, then gently moving it forward and backwards, ending up with around two inches of my cock inside her ass. On the edge of orgasm myself, I used those two inches as much as I could. She just moaned and encouraged me. When she realized that I wasn't going to come that way, with just the head of my cock moving into her, she came up with a new idea: reaching back with both hands to spread her cheeks wide and expose herself to me, she asked me to stroke myself until I came, then put it inside her. I obliged her. It didn't take long. Just looking at her obscenely spreading herself for me like that was enough to push me over the edge. When I passed the point of no control, I pushed the head of my cock in, the full two inches she could take it. For the very first time, I came inside her ass.
The next morning, we showered together. After some standing sex in her pussy, I dropped to my knees to rim her, then stood and used soap and slippery fingers to lubricate her backdoor. We managed to get my cock inside again, just those two inches. It was great, but again she realized that I wasn't going to come that way, so she ended up finishing me off with her mouth.
All The Way
Two weeks later, we finally did it.
It was Friday night. Larisa was in bed with us. After some gentle fooling around, I had fucked each of them for while, just warming up. As I fucked Larisa, Mira climbed up and settled her pussy on her mother's mouth, facing away from me. She squirmed around, enjoying all the attention on her clit. I got an idea and lay forward, which put my face in just the right place to tongue Mira's ass. I had to stop thrusting into Larisa in order to focus all my attention on what my tongue was doing. Mira had been just quietly moaning, but she got more talkative when she felt my tongue press against her ass.
"Yes! God, yes. Both of you!"
Larisa managed to get some of her fingers between our mouths, gently thrusting into Mira's pussy. She pulled her fingers out, moving her mouth down from Mira's clit to her pussy, thrusting her tongue into it. I did the same thing in Mira's ass, and for a strange moment, as we were effectively French-kissing both holes, I felt her tongue moving with my tongue, through the thin wall between pussy and ass.
Mira went crazy, swearing to herself in Molvanian, breaking only occasionally into English.
"That's it, that's it, keep doing that! You're going to make me come, oooh...."
She came. I felt her sphincter contracting around my tongue, and her labia also contracting reflexively. Wetness ran into her mother's mouth and down her chin. I reduced the strength of my licking, just idling swirling my tongue around her rim as she caught her breath. She turned her body to look at me. We made eye contact.
"Do it." she said. "In my ass, now." It wasn't a question, it was an order.
I pulled my hard, slippery cock out of Larisa and scooted up her body, straddling her tits, pointing my cock in the right direction. She quickly understood what was happening. Wetting a couple fingers with Mira's pussy, she pressed them into her daughter's ass. They went in with surprising ease, so she thrust a few times, pulled them out, then used her fingers to lead the head of my cock to the right place. The head slipped in. I paused, letting Mira get used to it, then gently worked myself back and forth until I had a couple inches inside, just like before. I stopped there, letting her get used to it again. Mira accepted the wait at first, then impatiently urged me on.
"Keep going! I can take it."
I went back to thrusting, and found myself sinking in slightly farther on each thrust. I pulled all the way out a few times to wet the head, and pressed back inside. Soon, more than three inches were inside.
"My God." gasped Mira. "It feels huge. Tell me it's all the way in."
"It's halfway in. Do you want me to stop?"
"No!"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"It doesn't hurt that much. Keep going!"
Underneath us, Larisa was slurping gently on Mira's clit. I kept working my way in, pausing from time to time when her gasps got too frantic, pulling out to wet my cock.
I didn't get my cock all the way in, that first time, but it was plenty deep to really enjoy the sensations and complete the act. As tight and hot as her ass was, the sensations weren't really the powerful thing about the situation. It was Mira herself, out of control with lust, shocked by the new feelings in her body, excited and proud to be doing this with me, the boy she loved. Her gasps and moans and quick glances at me over her shoulder, as we explored this new part of her body, were crazier and sexier than any penetration could ever be by itself. What could have been terribly painful for her was instead delirious, thanks to careful preparation and in no small part to the soft, skilled mouth sucking her clit.
When I realized that Mira's sheer excitement, combined with the stimulation in her ass and on her clit, was making her come again, it was too much for me. Her gasps and muscle contractions expressed her orgasm. I pushed deep, perhaps a little deeper than I should have, and came hard up her ass. After holding myself there for a long, timeless moment, our bodies slowly collapsed in a pile. I found myself face to face with Mira, with Larisa cuddling her from behind.
"We did it." There were almost tears in Mira's eyes.
"You did it. I'm very proud of you."
"You were so slow and patient."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
We spent a long time just holding each other and kissing. Larisa put her arms around us and smiled. Like any mother, she was happy when her child was happy, and she could tell Mira was deliriously happy with me.
A couple years later, when we discovered commercially available sexual lubricant, we were amazed that it had ever worked. That she had wanted to do it for me, even after seeing the discomfort that her sister went through. That I had gotten my cock into her pretty little 16-year-old asshole without much pain, using nothing but saliva, vaginal juices, relaxation and willpower. That she had liked it as much as she did.
In the morning, Mira's ass was sore and sensitive, but she was still excited and wanting to do it again. We started out with her on top, having regular sex, and she insisted that I play with her ass to try and get it ready. I started to play with my fingers, and she finally admitted that it was too sore. I ended up on top, coming in her pussy the natural way.
The next couple weeks went by that way. During the week it was pleasant afternoons by the stream, with delicious oral sex. Weekends were for sex, sometimes with her mother, sometimes in her ass. I continued to bond with Nikolai, his English improving along with my Molvanian. One Saturday, I even got to know Katarina a little better, when Drago went away and left her with us. We spent a while just hanging out and socializing with her, until she and Nikolai furtively headed out together, going towards the trail to the ruins.
"You know they're going up there to have sex, and be with each other in private." said Mira.
"Why don't they just do it here? Drago is not at home."
She shook her head. "This house reminds them too much of him. In this house, she is Drago's girlfriend, his sexual object, his slave. And they are very scared of being discovered, in case he came back suddenly. It is not such a big deal, for us. If my father discovered us together, outside of a Friday night when he has given me to you... he would be displeased, but not so angry. If he discovered them together.... it would be horrible. He would probably force Nikolai to move out of the house."
"It seems very sad. That they should fall in love, when their love is impossible."
"Yes, very sad. They cannot be together, because of Drago. And if society knew she is really his sister, they could not be together at all. And there is another sad thing. Katarina really wants to be a mother."
"A mother? She's only 19, isn't she?"
"That is not so young, not in this country. She wants to have children, but of course it is impossible. She can't have children with Drago, and even if Drago released her, she couldn't have children with Nikolai. It is impossible."
I thought for a while. "Maybe they could run away together. And adopt children."
Mira shook her head. "They are too scared. My father would find them. He controls all the money, we are all dependent on him. Nikolai knows where the money is. As the oldest son, he will inherit it all some day. But if they took the money and ran away, that could be even worse. My father might even be angry enough to..." She shuddered. "Maybe they could adopt children some day, but first they would have to get away."
We enjoyed the rest of our Saturday together. We looked at books, watched TV together, and had light, playful sex. After dinner, I left for home, and Mira went off to the hotel as usual, to stand around doing nothing.
We had no idea that an incredible event was about to change all our lives.
Crisis
On Monday afternoon, when I got off the bus and walked to the bakery, it was terribly hot. Sweat made me stick to my clothes, and the roadsides were dusty. To my great surprise, the bakery was closed, and Mira stood outside the door, waiting for me. She wore a black dress, which I immediately thought was strange for such a hot day. The look on her face was serious.
"Ethan. I had no way to reach you." Her voice wavered.
I walked right up to her and looked both ways, then put my arms around her. We were still scared of being seen together in public, but this time she hugged me back, strongly, almost desperately.
"What is it?"
She stared in my eyes, and spoke very softly. "My father is dead."
We embraced again, my head spinning. What did she mean? Really dead?
"Are you OK?"
"I don't know." She stared into my eyes. "I hated him, but I loved him also. Can you come with me, now?" There was desperation in her voice. "To our house?"
"Yes, of course." There seemed to be more to her emotional state than mourning. "Are you in danger?"
"I don't think so."
Not quite comforted by this response, I followed her home. Only when we were out of earshot of any people in the town did she start to tell me more. Drago had gone away on Saturday morning, and never came home. Late Sunday, they got the phone call from a family friend that knew of his business dealings, who said he had crossed the wrong people, and was now dead. The whole family had been in shock that night, staying at home together, not really able to deal with it, wondering if it was really true. Monday morning, more phone calls had confirmed it.
When we got to the house, Nikolai and Anton were arguing, loudly, in Molvanian too fast and slang for me to follow. Larisa looked shaken-up but managed to smile when she saw me. Realizing that I was a welcome friend of the family, I embraced her for a long time, then Katarina, and finally Mira again. The boys were still arguing in the other room. Finally, Anton stormed out the door.
Later, I understood what it had been about. Money, the cars, the house. There was no will, and many of Drago's possessions weren't legally owned anyway. Anton drove away in Drago's most expensive car and although the family did see him again from time to time after that, I never did.
Mira needed me to stay there with her, so I did. That night, we ate dinner together quietly. Everyone was lost in their thoughts. After dinner, I didn't know what was going to happen. But one thing changed right away. Nobody sent me to the guest room. I slept with Mira, in her own room, in her own bed.
Over the next couple days, it became perfectly clear everyone wanted me to be there. I was somehow family, some kind of friendly, stable force that everyone wanted around. Mira leaned on me desperately for emotional support. Nikolai and Katarina came together naturally, acting exactly like boyfriend and girlfriend. Nikolai left the house to deal with a lot of matters, and they went through the house, looking through Drago's things.
I went to my host family's house and thanked them profusely for everything they had done for me. At this point, I was even able to say it in Molvanian. Then, I moved out, and moved into Mira's house.
Sex with Mira never stopped. Even our first night together, we had sex in her bed. I thought she might be mourning, withdrawn, emotionally distracted. Instead, she seemed to be pushing herself at me, pulling off our clothes and pulling me on top of her with a sense of desperation. I realized that she needed me badly, to be in her life through this crazy time, and that sex was her way of expressing that need, of reassuring herself that I would stay with her.
By the second night, I managed to calm her down, and we slowly made love in her bed. Afterwards, we lay there talking.
"I told them about you and the hotel." said Mira.
"Told them?"
"That you were paying money, for me to avoid being a whore. My mother cried when I told her that. She loves you now, even more. Nikolai and Katarina also respect you a great deal."
"I... it was just money."
"It means a lot. My mother said that any time she can anything for you, anything at all, sex, or cooking, or anything, just to let her know."
"I don't need anything, just to be with you."
"But she can still have sex with us, yes?"
"Sure. But only when she feels ready. I'm sure she's still pretty shaken up."
She nodded. "We all are. But I'm still horny sometimes, and so are you. I think the way she feels right now, she would be very happy to have sex with you, or with us. It would at least be some affection in her life."
I thought about it. "Are Nikolai and Katarina having sex?"
She nodded. "It's hard for them to deal with everything, this crazy situation. But finally they are free. I think they are extremely happy about that. Of course they didn't want him killed, but now that it has happened.... they are enjoying their time together."
"I guess Nikolai doesn't have to have sex with you any more. He has her now."
She nodded. "I guess so. But if we never had sex again, I would be sad. I did like being with him. I've really wanted to be there for him, to have sex with him again, to let him know that all the times we did it, I never resented him."
"Would Katarina be jealous?"
She shook her head. "I don't think so. She has always understood. Nikolai was gentle with her, too, and she fell in love with him. She knows that my relationship with him is just a way of expressing affection, and she knows that she is the most special to him."
"What about you and Katarina?"
"I've always liked being with her. She's made me feel good since I was nine years old. But she's been very distracted this whole time. I hope I get to be with her again. And Nikolai."
Alone with Larisa
The next day, after breakfast, I was sitting at the table lost in thought. Larisa was finishing with clearing the table, and her kids had already left the room. I studied her, the look on her face. There was a kind of determination, as if carrying on with the daily rituals of housekeeping would carry her through whatever life might send her way. My heart went out to her.
I stood up, and approached her. She stopped, and stared at me. Slowly, I put my arms around her. She put her arms around me, melting in the hug. I kissed her lips, her still-beautiful face. She kissed back, matching my kiss. For a long time, we just stood there, in the dining room, hugging and kissing. It felt a little strange, being with her this way without Mira present, but she seemed so happy to receive any affection. Without really meaning it, my hands wandered over her body, those delicious curves. She broke the kiss, and looked in my eyes. She spoke in Molvanian, but to my great relief, she spoke simply and I understood her.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" she had asked.
Taking a plunge, I replied in Molvanian, and we were off. I had carried on many conversations in Molvanian for the past few weeks, but Larisa's accent has often thrown me off before. Now, I found I understood it, as long we stuck to very short, simple sentences.
"If you want to."
She nodded. "Will you come to my room?"
I followed her to a room in the house I had never seen. When Drago had effectively dumped her in favor of his 18-year-old daughter, she had moved into her own room. It was beautifully adorned, very nice furniture and a fancy bed. Perhaps Drago had felt just a little guilt at treating his wife this way, and compensated by buying her things. There were pictures of her children sitting on a table and dresser, and I walked over to look at them, delighted in seeing how Mira looked as a girl. Larisa looked at them with me, her eyes glowing with pride. We shared some words about how beautiful her children were, then we moved toward the bed.
Standing by the bed, we pulled each other's clothes off. She dropped to my knees to suck my cock, but it didn't feel right to me. I didn't want her sexual servitude, I wanted to express my affection for her in a physical way.
"Please stop. You don't have to do that."
She stood up. "You don't like it?"
"I like it, but I want to do something for you."
I gently pushed her back on the bed, and she let out of squeal of surprise when I planted my mouth on her pussy. I had never done this before for her, only for Mira. Perhaps she liked the same kind of sucking and licking, or perhaps she was just very receptive, but in barely a few minutes she was shaking with arousal, almost about to come. She pulled me up to her.
"Please, please fuck me."
"Of course I shall fuck you, my dear madam." I replied, using the formal cases of Molvanian, the overly-polite forms that they teach you in the first classes, which it turns out nobody really uses in everyday speech.
She grinned at me, and I slid my cock into her. She was seriously wet, and the friction on my cock wasn't the same as with Mira, but this wasn't for me, it was for her. I didn't know what she might like, so I just started out fucking away madly.
"Slower." she said.
I slowed down, and we found a rhythm. I kissed her, sucking on her large tits, and varied the angle of my thrusts to see what she liked best, for a long, delightful time. I wasn't very close to coming, but just feeling her body react so strongly was amazing.
When she came, it was subtle, but I knew it happened because she told me. By now, I knew all the Molvanian words for sex and orgasm. The first time she said it, I was surprised. Mira never came from straight intercourse. My first girlfriend never had either. But I kept thrusting, and Larisa came once, twice, three times, until her words were a mumbled blur. The cumulative effect it had on me was surprising, too. I found myself coming hard inside her, which seemed to provoke yet another orgasm from her. I had never known any woman could come so much.
I lay with her, between the soft sheets of her bed and between the soft flesh of her body, for a long time. Eventually we had to pull apart.
"They will wonder where we went." she said.
"We can tell them, right? Mira knows. The others know it too. Sex is not a secret, right?"
"Yes. Of course, it is not a secret. There are no secrets anymore. Not between us."
A while later, we were dressed and left her room. I went to Mira's room, and found here there. She looked up at me with a huge grin. She spoke in English.
"We know you had sex with Mother."
"Yes. You said I should, right?"
"Sure. My brother and sister, they said 'Where did they go?' And I explained all about it, and we knew you had gone to her room to have sex. Did you make her come?"
"Yes, I think it was very many times."
She beamed at me, and I sat down on the bed next to her. She kissed me.
"Mmm, you taste like her." she said. "So, I was talking about it with my siblings, and we started really talking about sex. And I ended up doing it with them."
I stared at her. "Doing it... with them?"
"Yes. It's not such a surprise, we've all done it with each other before, just not the three of us together. When you were in there with our mother, I was in bed with them. It was wonderful! I got to lick Katarina and almost made her come while Nikolai was fucking me. Then we were in a 69, that was really wonderful, Nikolai was fucking her in the pussy, and my mouth was right there so I could suck him too, and he came inside her, so she tasted like cum when we made each other come again."
"That's incredible."
"Yes, I'm so happy! So now there's no question of whether I'll stay close to them." She looked at me questioningly. "It that sexy to you? Me with my brother and sister?"
"Yes." I was getting hard again just hearing it.
"Maybe you can watch us sometime."
I shook my head. "I don't think that they would like that. I've never seen Katarina naked, even. They probably want to keep their sexual relationship private."
"But they did it with me!"
"Well sure, but you're family."
"You're family too."
"I've known your family for barely two months!"
"It doesn't matter. You love me, I love you and my family loves you. Where did you do in my mother? In her mouth, pussy, ass?"
"Just pussy."
Mira already had her hands on my pants, undressing me. "Even when I was doing it with my siblings, I was thinking about you. I want you now. Let me suck your cock, let me taste my mother's pussy on it."
She sucked me to full hardness, then we had rough, vigorous sex. I fucked her on her hands and knees while playing with her asshole, then eventually replaced my fingers with my cock in her ass. It wasn't really anal sex, though, because I came within seconds, with only half my cock inside her. Just the feeling of slipping inside her was too intense for me to withstand.
The Chess Game
By that evening, a lot had been settled, and things were starting to feel halfway normal. Nikolai sold the bakery, but kept the gas station. As for all of Drago's shady business dealings, they were too complicated for me to understand, and Nikolai wanted to have nothing to do with them. He still spent a lot of time meeting with people and talking on the phone, but he no longer looked scared or worried. When he relaxed, we all relaxed.
The next day, I even began to go to my volunteer work. I came home to Mira, who welcomed me with hugs and kisses. Larisa joined us in bed for sex the following night. We spoke the whole time in Molvanian, at which I was very rapidly improving. Living in their house because a very effective immersive language experience. Only occasionally did I need some explanation from Mira or a dictionary.
Over the next few days, Nikolai and Katarina made no attempt to hide their affection for each other, but they still retreated to privacy to have sex. Mira's bold claims that they would be sexually open with me didn't seem to be accurate, but that was fine with me. Some part of my mind did want to see Katarina naked, and sometimes there was powerful eye contact between her and I, a sense of sexual tension. But I was already delighted to be living with Mira, having uninhibited sex with her every day.
They never found Drago's body. Luckily, Nikolai had no trouble in settling the matter and taking over head of the household. After most of the paperwork was behind them, the mood around the house started to lighten up. There was more laughter, more smiles, more open affection. Apparently, money wasn't a problem either. I went into town on shopping trips with Mira, and it was clear how delighted she was, the sense of freedom she felt, being able to go anywhere she wanted, buy anything she wanted. She bought new clothes, new books. Her siblings also went out together, as a couple, exploring their newfound freedom to be together. If they cared about what people said - that Nikolai had taken his deceased father's girlfriend as his own - they didn't show it.
A few days later, at the house, things developed a step further. It was just after dinner, and we sat in the living room. Nikolai and I were playing chess, and the girls were watching. Nikolai was winning, as usual, when Mira did something that amazed me.
"This isn't fair." she said. "Nikolai is the better player. We should do something to make it even."
"I could start the game without my queen." proposed Nikolai.
Mira shook her head. "I was thinking of something else." She dropped to her knees in front of him. As we all watched in surprise, she unzipped his pants, fished out his cock, and sucked it.
"Well, there's a handicap!" I said, laughing. The expression on their faces shifted from surprise to amusement.
"So, Mira will make her boyfriend win that way, will she?" said Katarina.
"I think it will work." admitted Nikolai. "It's... very... distracting. I can't think clearly about the game."
"But I want my boyfriend to win." said Katarina. "I think I should distract Ethan, too."
I was shocked when she dropped to her knees next to me. Quickly she had my cock out. She looked up at me with a smile and something like a wink, then she sucked my cock into her mouth.
"It seems we both have a handicap." I said to Nikolai. I wondered how he felt about this development. Did he approve of Katarina doing this? Did he want to keep her all for himself?
"Yes, but if your girlfriend sucks better than my girlfriend, then she could help you win." The obvious amusement on his face reassured me that he was OK with this situation.
"Then it's not fair." I countered. She was applying some intense suction on my cock, and my brain wasn't working well enough to speak Molvanian without some struggle. "Katarina is three years older... so she's more experienced. She is very.... very good... at what she's doing."
"Mira is also... very, very good." he said, giving up any pretense of still looking at the chess board.
Larisa walked into the room. She ran her eyes over us, quickly realized what was going on, and simply sat down to watch, with a smile on her face. The girl's heads bobbed in our laps. I managed to move a piece on the chess board, and I thought it was a good move.
"Maybe I will win." I said. It seemed like a good time to bring up subjects that I hadn't dare mention before. "You're getting a blowjob from your sister. It must be very sexy for you, to do it with your sisters."
He stared at me, then finally smiled and nodded. "It is sexy. My little sister is especially sexy that way. Did she tell you that she had sex with us... the other day?"
"Yes. Mira said you fucked her. And the girls did each other."
"Yes." Nikolai gave me a mock-serious look. "So I am lucky, to have sex with my sisters, right?"
"Yes."
"But you have sex with Mira and also her mother. You are very lucky too, aren't you?"
"Very lucky." I agreed.
Nikolai took his turn in the chess game, and I realized that my last move had been very foolish. Katarina was playing with my balls, and I felt myself start to lose it.
"I'm sorry," I managed to say, "but I'm going to come... in your girlfriend's mouth."
"That's... OK." he gasped. "I'm going to come in your girlfriend's mouth."
I came first. Katarina gulped again and again. She continued to nurse on my cock gently for a minute, while Mira bobbed her head madly, until Nikolai lost it.
Slowly, the girls came up and sat down next to us. Katarina kissed me, the first time she really kissed me. I felt drained, but she was blushing with arousal, as if sucking me off had really turned her on. I felt the heat of her body sitting next to me, and put an arm around her to hold her.
I considered how different Katarina was from her sister. She dressed very differently, wearing a lot more frilly, feminine clothes. Mira usually wore plain, practical clothes, simple dresses and skirts, T-shirts. With Katarina, it was fancy fabrics and bits of lace, ornate blouses. Sitting so close to her, I noticed one other difference, the scent of perfume, which Mira never wore. They wore their hair differently as well, and their faces were different. Mira looked like a very young version of Larisa, whereas Katarina must have gotten her looks from their father's side. I remember thinking that she was a cousin or some extended family when I first came to their house.
Katarina and I looked into each other's eyes, and I wondered if she fucked differently than her sister, as well. I really didn't know her well, since she was less outgoing than Mira, and I only recently could speak Molvanian well enough to understand what she was saying. And yet, there was chemistry between us.
"Your turn." said Nikolai, drawing me back to the chess game.
A few minutes later, I was defeated, and yet I was very happy. We sat that way, with an arm around each other's girlfriends, chatting pleasantly for a long time. It felt good to have Katarina next to me, with Mira watching us and smiling with approval. However, when we got up to go to our rooms, Katarina went with him, and Mira came with me.
I did my best to hide my disappointment, but Mira could see right through me.
"You are excited about having sex with Katarina, aren't you?" she asked as we got to her bedroom, and started to undress for bed.
"Is it that obvious?"
She laughed at me softly. "Yes, I think everyone can tell. And Katarina is interested in you, too. Nikolai knows it, and I know it. But we know it's just something physical. I know who you're in love with."
I kissed her. "You."
"Yes. Now let's do something with that sexual excitement of yours."
We fell into bed and had fast, urgent sex. I pounded into her with wild abandon. As I was about to come, I suddenly felt something like a pang of guilt. For a moment, I had been fucking Mira's body like it was an object, not my beautiful girlfriend that I was in love with. I stopped myself, pulled out and moved down to suck on her clit instead.
"Mmmmm." she moaned. "I love you, Ethan."
I love you too, I thought, as I slurped her clit to a soft orgasm. Only when she was glowing with pleasure did I come back up to slide into her pussy and reach my own.
Katarina
The next morning, I was sitting at the breakfast table with Nikolai. The girls had already left the table when he suddenly raised the issue of sex.
"Ethan.... I have to tell you something. You know that Mira had sex with us, Katarina and I."
"Yes?" We had already cleared that issue, I thought, during the chess game.
"So, I have had sex with your girlfriend. And we will of course do it again."
"Yes, that's fine with me, you know that. You have a special relationship with Mira, and I respect that. Remember the day at the ruins, you know I'm happy to share her body with you."
He nodded. "So, I am having sex with your girlfriend. But you have not had sex with mine."
It took me a second to realize what he was saying. The possessive case can be tricky in Molvanian, so I had to take it apart carefully to be sure I understood.
"You wouldn't be jealous?"
He shook his head. "Katarina told me she finds you very attractive. You and I, we look alike, you know."
It was true. I remembered that Mira said it was one of the reasons I made a good impression on her, when we first met - I looked like her favorite brother. So many ways we were similar - our height, our hair, our faces - and as I now knew, even the size of our cocks.
It seemed clear what Nikolai was offering to me, so I dared to state it loud and clear.
"Maybe I could have sex with her sometime, then."
"Maybe you should." He nodded his head and we shared a smile.
An hour later, Nikolai was out of the house, and I walked into the living room to find Katarina there by herself, dusting the furniture. She had never done much housework before, being a sort of "kept woman" for her father, but now that he was gone, she was helping Larisa out at lot with taking care of the house.
She was wearing a pastel pink dress, and the way she was bending over the furniture immediately provoked a physical response in me. I approached her, and she spun around with a smile on her face.
"Hi Katarina."
"Hi." She looked at me, and the chemistry was there again.
"Nikolai says... that it's OK for me to... find you attractive."
"I find you attractive too." We stared at each other. "Is that all that he said?"
"No, he..." I summoned the courage to say it out loud. "He said that I could have sex with you."
She nodded and licked her lips. Her body language was inviting, as if welcoming me to pounce on her and ravish her. For a second, I thought I might actually do that. But then my rational mind took control.
"But I wouldn't do that unless you wanted me to. I know how it used to be in this house. Many times you had sex because somebody else wanted it. Some man wanted it. But it wasn't what you wanted."
She nodded, looking at me seriously. "Yes. But you..."
"You want me to?"
She spoke very softly, very shyly. "Yes."
I put my arms around her, and she hugged me back. Our lips came together, and our tongues met. With her larger features and soft lips, it felt more like kissing Larisa than kissing Mira.
"God, I want you." I gasped as we broke our kiss. My erection pressed strongly against her through my pants.
"I want you too." she breathed softly.
"But...."
"But?"
"But I don't want to feel like I'm doing it behind Mira's back."
She nodded. "You want her to watch us?"
That was a solution I hadn't thought of, but I suppose it came naturally to her. Watching each other was a long-standing tradition in this house.
"That would be good." I agreed.
"Or maybe you just want to be with both of us, you want top see sisters doing lesbian." Her eyes had a teasing look.
"I don't care if you do lesbian or not, but I want you, and I want Mira to be OK with it."
She nodded. "Let's go find her?"
We walked through the house until we found Mira, sitting at her desk in her room. Katarina spoke quickly, her Molvanian going by in a blur too fast for me to follow, but I understood she was summarizing what everyone had said about her and I having sex.
Mira nodded. "So you're going to do it?"
"If it's OK." I said.
She nodded again. "I definitely want to watch."
Mira stayed in her chair, facing us. Katarina and I moved to the edge of the bed, facing each other. We kissed. It felt a little strange, with Mira watching me do this, but Mira had watched me with her mother many times, and I told myself this wasn't so different. My hands explored over Katarina's body, through her clothes, the size and softness of her breasts, the curves of her ass. Very slowly, I pushed the shoulder straps of her soft pink dress over her shoulders. From the strength of her kiss and her heavy breathing, I could tell she was as excited as I was. When I got her bra off, I moved my mouth down to suck on a nipple. She gasped, so I sucked again, moving back and forth between them. She was so much more responsive than Mira, who usually enjoyed having her nipples sucked, but not like this. Either Katarina had especially sensitive nipples, or she was just so excited that any touch from my mouth was driving her crazy.
She got my shirt off, and the pants and briefs followed. Her dress fell to the floor leaving her in just panties. I took a step back to appreciate her body. It was fuller than Mira's, in fact quite stunning.
"Do you want me to suck you?" she asked, her voice ragged with lust.
"No, let me do you."
She laughed and fell onto the bed. I followed her, grabbing her panties and pulling them off. I glanced over my shoulder to look at Mira. She was still sitting in her chair, but she had pulled her skirt up and her panties down. She had her fingers busy masturbating as she watched us.
I turned my attention to Katarina's pussy and spent the next half hour mercilessly licking her pussy to orgasm, several times. She responded so well to everything I did, every lick, every suck, on her labia, her clit, everywhere I touched her. It was delightful to perform oral sex with such an appreciative partner. Mira scooted her chair closer, so she was right at the edge of the bed, with a good view of everything I was doing with my mouth, and every second of Katarina's response.
I was hard as a rock, but I was reluctant to move on to penetrating her. Perhaps it was Mira sitting right there, with some part of my mind still not sure it was OK to enjoy fucking her older sister. Eventually, though, Katarina couldn't take any more licking, so with hesitation I moved up to put my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I turned to Mira.
"Are you sure this is OK with you?"
Mira laughed softly and answered in English. "Of course, silly. I know you love me. Go ahead and fuck her already, stop making her wait!"
I slid in. From the wonderful sensation, the long anticipation, and Katarina's moan of approval, I almost lost it. Slowly I began to fuck her, but I was right on the edge of orgasm. I had to pull out and sit back a little.
"What's wrong?" asked Katarina.
"Nothing, it's just too good. I might come right away."
"Oh." She smiled at me.
"Go ahead and come." said Mira. "We can always get you hard again, and then you can keep going."
"Yes. It's OK." agreed Katarina.
I gave in, sliding back inside. I kissed her deeply, our bodies in full contact, as I gently thrust. I really tried my best to limit my motion, to go slow, to make it last, but it was impossible. In less than a minute, I felt myself reach the point of no return. It coursed through my body, ending at my crotch and I poured myself deep inside Katarina. We didn't break our kiss until my cock finally stopped jerking. When I pulled out, my cock hung half-hard and dripping with our combined fluids.
"So, what should we do to get him hard again?" said Mira with a mischievous tone of voice. Her skirt and panties had gotten removed at some point, leaving her in just a T-shirt.
"You could suck him." offered Katarina.
"Mm-hmmmm. Would you like that, Ethan, would you like me to suck your cock and taste my sister's pussy on it?"
I just nodded, and Mira came in to suck. She applied intense suction, sucking me clean, then pulled back.
"Or maybe you'd like to see us do things?" Mira had slipped into some kind of bad-girl mode. "She has really nice tits, doesn't she? And her nipples are so sensitive. Would you like to see me suck my sister's tits?" It was a rhetorical question, as she didn't wait for a response, bending down to cup Katarina's breasts, then vigorously sucked each nipple. Katarina moaned. After a fair bit of sucking and moaning, Mira looked at me again, teasing me. "It doesn't matter if you want to see it or not, she loves her nipples sucked. I do it for her, not for you. And if you're not hard enough yet to fuck her, I can do it for you." She run some fingers down Katarina's belly, down to her pussy, and slipped some fingers inside, slowly swirling them around in the wetness, then pumping them gently in and out. "See? I can fuck my sister for you."
I just stared, blood rushing into my cock. I should have been prepared for this, after being with Mira and her mother together, many times. But watching Mira and Katarina together was somehow very different. It was incest, certainly, but there was something more to it. They were both beautiful, of course, with a more youthful beauty than their mother. Perhaps it was the fact I had been undressing Katarina with my eyes for a long time. I had been having sex with Mira, and I was definitely in love with Mira, but part of my mind was fantasizing about her older sister, who was the same age as me. There was something about Katarina's body, the fullness of her hips and her breasts, the curves of her belly, that struck a chord in me, igniting my lust. To watch Mira sucking those breasts and run her fingers between those thighs... it was powerful.
"Oh.. I see you're nice and hard." laughed Mira. "Go ahead." She moved up and gave Katarina a quick kiss, speaking to her softly. "He usually lasts a long time, the second time."
I did, in fact, last a long time. When I slid into Katarina, Mira was content to sit back and just let us fuck. She sat with her legs spread, watching us, softly touching her clit. I fucked Katarina in missionary for a long wonderful time, then on her side, then with her on top of me. I loved how her soft perfect breasts hung down towards my face, and how she moaned when I sucked her nipples through our fuck. She worked up a sweat, pounding her hips down onto me, then it was my turn to work up a sweat by fucking her from behind on her hands and knees. Her wide hips felt good in my hands, and her pussy squeezed me wonderfully.
I felt my orgasm slowly building, and suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt. It felt too good to fuck Katarina, too right.
"Mira, come here, please." I blurted out.
She got up from her chair and scooted next to me on the bed, on her knees facing me, wearing just her T-shirt.
"Yes, Ethan?"
"I'm going to come in her."
"Yes. It's so hot, watching you fuck my sister." There was not even the faintest hint of jealousy in her voice. She ran a hand idly over Katarina's naked hips and ass.
"I love you."
She smiled. "I love you too."
I was really slamming into Katarina now, and each thrust brought a sexy moan.
"Kiss me?"
She smiled, and bent in for a kiss. It was a classic Mira kiss, her tongue diving into my mouth aggressively. I moved my left arm around her to pull her close, my right still gripping Katarina's hip to pull myself hard and deep inside her.
"Yeah, that's it." said Mira, breaking the kiss. Then she spoke a Molvanian phrase, quite idiomatic, which I didn't understand at the time, but I later learned the English equivalent was something like "Come on, fuck her brains out." She kissed me again, and that's how I finally came. Kissing Mira, and coming hard and deep inside her sister.
When I collapsed on the bed, I found myself cuddling Katarina in front of me, with Mira spooning me from behind. We lay there, idly kissing and touching each other, until the sexual energy in the room came down, and we finally pulled on our clothes.
It was late afternoon when we reached the dining room. Nikolai was there eating a late lunch, and we joined him. I felt a little awkward as Mira and Katarina casually gave him a full accounting of exactly what transpired in her bedroom. His eyebrows raised when they explained about me asking for permission, more than once, from Mira, during sex.
"Maybe, some part of you thinks it isn't right?" he said to me. "You are in love with one girl, but you are attracted to another. You have sex with her, and maybe you think, I shouldn't be doing this, this is not the girl I'm in love with."
Slowly, I nodded. "Maybe that's it. It felt so good, but I kept thinking about Mira."
"Oh, that's so sweet." said Mira.
Nikolai nodded. "I know that feeling very well. For many years, I have known that Katarina is the one for me. I am truly in love with her. But for us to have sex was almost impossible. My father says I am not allowed, then he says that Mira is a whore, that we should have sex with her instead." He frowned, probably remembering some bad times. "So I ask very nicely, and Mira lets me do it."
"I didn't mind." said Mira. "You know I always liked being with you."
He nodded. "But all the time, I am thinking about Katarina. I have my cock inside Mira's body, but I am seeing Katarina's face. I am thinking it isn't right. Mira is very pretty, and I am very horny, and she is available. But some part of me thinks it's wrong. Maybe you feel like that?"
I thought about it, struggling not only with how I felt, but also how to describe something so complicated in Molvanian. "Maybe something like that. Although in this case, Mira is not forbidden. I could just have sex with her, and only her. But there was this attraction, and you all said it was OK to act on it."
"I wanted it too." said Katarina. "In fact, I want it again." She flashed me a grin.
"So, maybe I am feeling it isn't right," I continued, "to be having sex with a girl I like, but I'm not in love with. Or maybe some part of me is ashamed of being greedy, having sex with both of them, just because I can."
"You shouldn't be ashamed." said Mira.
"Ashamed of what?" asked Larisa, walking into the room from the kitchen.
She sat down, and the girls repeated the whole story again, for her benefit. We had never discussed such sexual matters over the dinner table before, and the level of openness was new and strangely exciting.
"So, Ethan has these feelings." summarized Larisa. "But, now you are all having sex, all four of you."
"Yes." admitted Nikolai.
"And will you be having anal sex too?"
What a question, I thought. I briefly imagined my own parents asking me about whether I was having anal sex with my girlfriend, and shuddered at the thought. But, this was quite a different family.
"I let him do it." said Katarina. "At first, I didn't think I would let him. It reminded me of before." She paused, not mentioning the man that weighed heavily in all our memories. "But then I decided that if I let him do it, it would help me replace all those memories. So I let him, and it wasn't bad. It still hurts a little. But it's OK, and he likes it a lot."
"I do." admitted Nikolai.
"I've been practicing with Ethan." said Mira. "We can do it, almost."
"You have?!" cried Katarina, and then the girls launched into a long, detailed discussion of anal sex. With the last bits of lunch still sitting on the dining room table in front of us, it seemed surreal that they would be discussing it so openly. Larisa weighed in as well, with a story of how long it took her to learn to enjoy it.
"So would you let Ethan do it?" suggested Mira to her sister. My head spun at the suggestion, which had not even entered my mind as a possibility.
"Probably. If he asked nicely." laughed Katarina. "I wanna see you do it sometime. I can't believe you can do it without hurting when you've only practiced for a little while."
"Oh, it still hurts a little. But I like the feeling too, knowing he's back there inside me, it's very intimate and he gets so excited."
"Maybe tonight?"
"Maybe."
The conversation switched back to non-sexual subjects, and we gradually went off in our own directions.
It was hot, and Mira and I went out into the back yard of their house, to sit in the shade and feel the breeze. We sat on a swinging bench, and she leaned on me with her head on my shoulder. The yard was huge - really, just the countryside around the house, with some large fences and landscaping - and it was very private.
"It seems we're all going to end up having sex together." I pondered out loud. "It really does seem like I'm part of the family now. Not only do I know your secrets, I'm part of them."
"Mm-hmmm." said Mira dreamily.
"What about your mother and ... your brother?" I asked. "They don't... do they?"
"No. A long time ago... when the boys were little. You remember, my father made my mother do things with all the children."
"Yes. With her mouth and her hands, you said."
"Yes, and we touched and licked her too, as least Katarina and I. The boys never did. He did make her suck on them. They were just little, their little cocks, but they could get hard. And of course they couldn't come, I mean ejaculate. I don't think they ever did, not with her. By the time they could come, Katarina had taken over the responsibility of doing things with them for my father's entertainment. So they came the first time in her mouth."
"But he still made your mother get involved sometimes?"
"Yes. He usually made her do lesbian with Katarina, whenever he was going to fuck one of them, or both of them. But the boys weren't there, usually. They saw it plenty of times. My father liked to have sex with her, without warning. Maybe he liked it to embarrass her, to strip her and fuck her in front of her children, but eventually it didn't embarrass her anymore. They've seen our mother having every kind of sex in every position. Nikolai has no shame about seeing her have sex, or having sex in front of her. But neither of them would want to do it with each other."
"That would be incest." I said with a smile.
"Right." She laughed along with me. "We wouldn't want to do that."
"They could all stop doing it." I said, after we stopped laughing. "I mean, no incest at all. You mother could stop getting involved with us, and your siblings could eventually find other people. Katarina could even change her identity back and publicly be your sister again."
"I don't think so." She considered it. "First of all, they love each other. Unless that changes someday, they wouldn't want to stop. And I think that when my father changed Katarina's identity, he did it very thoroughly. I don't know who he bribed to do it and keep silent, but he did it very well. Her paperwork is very complete. It says she is a daughter of another family, fake family records and everything. He destroyed every bit of evidence she is our sister. I don't know if they could change it back even if they wanted to. And about my mother, do you want her to stop having sex with us?"
"No." I admitted. "I think it's extremely sexy when she joins us in bed."
"She would miss it, too, if we stopped."
Together
That evening, after dinner, Nikolai and I were involved in our usual chess game. As usual, I was losing badly. The girls were watching something on TV. I couldn't yet understand most of what came on Molvanian TV, as they talked way too fast and slang. Larisa came in to sit between them on the sofa and watch TV with them. Then I lost the chess game, and their program ended.
I saw Mira turn to Larisa and whisper something in her ear. Larisa shook her head, then there was a lot more whispered conversation.
"I wonder what are they talking about?" I asked. Nikolai turned his head and we watched as the girls kept whispering something between them. Then Mira idly ran her hand down Larisa's body, and Larisa stopped shaking her head. Katarina also put a hand on their mother, caressing her curves through her dress, and leaned in to kiss her neck. I had never seen this sort of behavior outside of a bedroom, and I had never seen anything sexual happen between Larisa and Katarina, so I was transfixed.
"I see they're starting something." said Nikolai.
"They're starting something right here In the living room." I said. "Maybe you've seen this a hundred times before, but to me, it's sexy as hell."
"It's sexy to me too." he admitted.
We turned our chairs to face them. Mira was pushing the straps of Larisa's dress over her shoulders and working on her bra. Katarina was kissing Larisa, long and enthusiastically. Soon the bra was gone, and they both moved down to suck on Larisa's tits. Their hands had moved all the way down, under their mother's dress. Now the dress was pulled up, and we could see they each had a hand moving inside their mother's panties. Larisa spread her legs to give them between access, and her hips started to move.
"They're doing this to get us hard." said Nikolai.
"It's working." I said. "It's not just for us either. Look at the way she moves."
"They are good at pretending. They had to learn to pretend, before. But you are right, I know she enjoys it, it isn't just for us."
Mira said something, and Katarina moved down to kneel on the floor. She pulled off Larisa's panties, and pressed her face between her mother's legs. Mira keep kissing her mother's mouth and breasts for a while, then stood up and pushed off her skirt. She stepped toward us, and stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips. So much more outgoing than her sister, it was clear that this entire scene was Mira's idea.
"I need one of you to fuck me, now." She was trying to sound tough, but she was smiling.
"Where?" I asked dumbly.
"In my pussy!"
"I mean, where do we do it? This is the living room."
"Right here, right now." She wet two fingers in her mouth, then slid them under her panties. "Which one of you will it be?"
"I haven't had sex all day." said Nikolai.
"Go for it." I encouraged. "She's being a bad girl, give it to her."
Nikolai walked up to her, and she pulled off his clothes roughly. Her panties came off as well. Standing in the middle of the floor, they embraced and kissed. I could see the difference in their personalities between his slow, gentle touches and the eager, aggressive way she kissed him and stroked his cock. Mira must have realized that Nikolai was not actually about to fuck here there on the middle of the living room floor, so she broke the embrace to move to the sofa, facing it, putting her arms out for support and sticking her butt out at him, looking over her shoulder. He got the idea, coming behind and pulling down her panties, sliding his cock into her. They settled into a slow, smooth fuck.
I sat there and watched them for a while. Larisa seemed completely at ease with her children around her, spreading her legs obscenely wide for her oldest daughter to devour her pussy, moaning softly and watching her other children fucking each other. For just a moment, I felt like I was outside the family, looking in. From that point of view, it was really depraved.
Then Mira called me over to them to join them, and I was reminded how much a part of this family I was.
"Come sit here in front of me, so I can suck you." she urged.
I got naked and scooted in, sitting on the sofa next to Larisa, and Mira lowered her face to my lap, taking me in her mouth. She was only half-naked, still wearing her T-shirt. It was a very cute look on her, but I pulled her shirt off so I could play with her breasts as she sucked me. She was terribly exciting, sucking me perhaps a little too fast, but the rest of us were taking our time, savoring it. Nikolai in particular was in no hurry, thrusting into his little sister's tight pussy with great deliberation.
Softly, Larisa did something that I remember clearly to this day. She reached for me, and held my hand, interlacing our fingers. It felt so tender, and strangely intimate, even with all the sex around us. Perhaps it's strange that in the middle of incestuous family group sex, how we held each other's hand is what I remember best. Maybe she did it from a sense of emotional rapport, or to complete the circle so that were all connected. Whatever the reason, it connected my heart to the family fucking around us, not just my lust.
For a long time, nobody spoke. The only sounds were gentle moans, soft slurping and the gentle slapping of flesh. At one point, Mira tapped Katarina on her shoulder, and the two of them switched positions, with Mira between her mother's legs, and Katarina pulling off her clothes and bending over for us to penetrate her front and back. It was the first time I ever saw Nikolai and Katarina fucking, and they looked so natural together. Katarina sucked my cock in a softer, wetter way which contrasted with her sister. She made more noise too, humming around my cock each time Nikolai's cock hit bottom.
The first person to clearly orgasm was Larisa. Mira was using her mouth and fingers together to great effect. Next was Nikolai, coming inside his lover, his older sister, holding her gorgeous wide hips as he came deep inside her.
"Could we ... do this in bed instead?" I asked.
"Yes, in a bed!" agreed Larisa.
"Oh, I thought it was fun here!" laughed Mira. "But OK."
With not much clothing left on us, we ended up in Larisa's room. The largest bed in the house was in Drago's room, but it was well understood and unspoken that we wouldn't go there.
"What do you want to do?" Mira asked me. "You didn't come yet."
"I can think of a lot of things."
"Anything." said Mira, with a challenging tone in her voice. "There's nothing we can't do."
She was daring me. My mind whirled through a lot of things, but one simple one came to mind first.
"I still haven't seen you go down on Katarina."
"Uh-huh." She hugged her sister and they tumbled onto the bed together. "You want to see me do it because Nikolai just came in her."
"That's right." I said, sitting down on the bed next to them
"You want to see my drink my brother's cum from my sister's pussy." Actually, the word she used was Molvanian slang, a cruder term for pussy, which would probably translate to English as cunt or twat. I had heard her use it a few times, so I knew what it meant.
"That's right."
"OK, everyone, this is what we're doing." She began to direct and position us, which was funny in a way because she was the youngest person in the family, but she was the most assertive. Katarina ended up sprawled out on the bed, with her mother and brother on either side of her, to kiss her and suck her breasts. Mira got between Katarina's legs, spreading them wide so I had a good view. She used her fingers to spread the labia, then turned to look at me with a big grin.
"This is what you wanted? To watch me with my sister's cunt?"
"Yes."
"I bet there's plenty of cum in her hot cunt." Then she fastened her mouth onto the opening. It was every bit as erotic as I imagined it would be. I came in close, resting my head on Katarina's thigh to watch Mira's mouth, lips and tongue working every bit of intimate female anatomy in front of her. She managed to get a little cum out on her tongue and swallowed it dramatically, then she used her fingers to reach inside for more cum. I reached down to put a hand between Mira's legs, teasing her wet pussy as she moved up to suck her sister's clit. For many minutes, there was just the sounds of moaning and slurping. I got more busy with my hand, and had three fingers in Mira's pussy and my thumb in her ass when she suddenly stopped and turned to me.
"She's going to come soon. Do you want to fuck her?"
"Absolutely."
Mira moved aside, and I got on top of Katarina. The rest of the family was watching me. They hadn't yet seen me and Katarina have sex, just the sucking in the living room. I felt another brief pang, as if I was overstepping some boundary. But they just smiled at me.
"Fuck me." said Katarina in a soft, quiet voice, then added, "Ethan. Please?"
That was all the encouragement I needed to lower myself, kiss her and press myself into her extremely wet pussy. Soon we were really fucking away, the bedsprings squeaking away as I pounded my body against hers. I surrendered her mouth to Nikolai for him to kiss, and both of her tits to Mira and Larisa. I could feel Katarina's sexual level rising, then Mira slipped a hand between our bodies, finding her sister's clit. That did it, bringing out the orgasm that my cock alone couldn't produce.
"My turn!" said Mira when the heavy breathing stopped. Slowly we all shuffled around, with Mira spread-eagled on the bed. Katarina got between her legs, licking her little sister almost to orgasm. This took quite a while, during which I sat next to Katarina, running my hands over her incredible body, ending up in the wetness between her legs. Being a little daring, I wet some fingers and explored her ass. She relaxed herself to allow me access, and by the time she stopped, I had two fingers slowly pumping in and out.
"She's almost there." said Katarina, moving aside. "Who wants her?"
"I do." said Nikolai, impressively erect. He proceeded to fuck Mira with the same energy and intensity that I had done with her sister. I came up to kiss Mira.
"God, I love you." I said, bending down.
"I... love... you... too!" she gasped, between his thrusts.
We kissed, and we were still kissing when fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge. Nikolai wasn't far behind, coming hard in his little sister's tight pussy.
"You didn't come yet." said Mira, stroking my cock. "Is there anything else you want to do, to come?"
I looked at all of them. Nikolai was pulling out his cock, and Katarina was using her mouth to suck it clean. Larisa just beamed at us. If she wanted anything herself, she wasn't assertive enough to say it.
"There is something... that I'd like."
"Just say it. Anything."
"Yes, anything." agreed Katarina. "I think there are no limits, here."
"Could I put it in your ass?"
Katarina smiled. "Yes, if you ask nicely."
"Could I put it in your ass, please?"
"Good enough for me." She scooted onto the bed, taking Mira's place. I was surprised, though, that she was on her back. I had assumed that she would be on her hands and knees.
"We can do it this way?" I asked.
"Yes." explained Mira. "Here, hand me a pillow." She put the pillow under Katarina's hips, raising them. With her hips tilted and legs spread, her backdoor was indeed exposed. "Here, let me get it ready for you." Mira got down and, to my amazement, licked her sister's asshole, putting her tongue right inside, so that she was effectively French-kissing it.
"Wow." I said.
"Yes, Mira is quite an amazing girl." agreed Nikolai.
After Mira tongue-fucked and drooled sufficiently into her sister's ass, I took her place between Katarina's legs, with Mira helping to guide my cock to the right place at the right angle. After the head of my cock slipped in, the next couple inches were surprisingly easy. I paused, and thrust very gently for while, then gradually worked on getting my whole cock inside. Katarina moaned and told me when to stop and start. Together, we did it, getting me balls-deep up her ass.
"Yes... yes, it's OK... you can do it now." she encouraged me.
The others hovered around us. Larisa firmly held one of Katarina's hands. I pulled almost all the way out, then all the way back in. Katarina moaned, loudly, as we worked our way up to a steady, deep assfuck. The sensations were intense, the situation of doing this to her surrounded by her family was deeply arousing, and I loved how my cock bottoming out in her ass made her breasts and belly wiggle. Suddenly, running my eyes over her gorgeous, full body brought me to a startling realization. Her hips, her breasts, her belly - Katarina's body was built for child-bearing. I remembered what Mira had said about her sister wanting children, badly. It was obvious that her body was primed for motherhood. In a flash, as if in a vision, I saw Katarina below me with a swollen belly, already pregnant. My cock slamming deep in her ass seemed suddenly more perverse, as if I was denying her body what it was crying out for. I fell forward, sucking one of her nipples very hard, pushing myself as far as I could go and coming like crazy deep, deep inside her body.
That was the end of our first foray into group sex. After a lot of kissing and cuddling, we gradually made our way to showers, then headed off to our beds, as separate couples.
Lying in bed with Mira that night, I realized that what she did with her sister and mother really wasn't lesbian, or even bisexual. From what little I knew of lesbians, they fell in love with other women, like a straight man would fall in love with a woman. Mira didn't lust after women's bodies, and I couldn't imagine her falling in love with one either. When she went down on her sister or mother, it was for the simple reason she wanted to make them feel good. If she let one of them go down on her, it was because she liked how it felt. Or, she might also do it to turn me on. But she didn't lust after women the way a straight guy like myself did.
From the next day onward, sex around the house was incredibly open and casual.
Nikolai, and sometimes the others, would occasionally take trips away to tie up remaining loose ends from their father's death. I still took the bus each morning to my volunteer job, and sometimes went for shopping or late lunch at a restaurant with Mira. Larisa and Katarina were sometimes busy with cooking or the house, but more often they were helping to go through the great piles of stuff that Drago had left behind. None of this activity, however, got in the way of a surprising amount of sex.
Often, it was Mira who initiated it. With Nikolai or myself, she would sometimes drop the hint by surprising us with a blowjob, or pulling up her skirt to reveal a lack of panties. If she was trying to start something more involved, she might start undressing, nipple-sucking or fingering her sister or mother, in front of us. Her sex drive went up and down, so that not every day was full of such provocation, but it was up more often than it was down.
I was encouraged to act on my own impulses, as well, within reason. If Katarina was looking especially attractive in her dress that day, I simply went to her and kissed her, bent her over the dining room table, pulled down her panties and fucked her. If Nikolai came walking by, he might just kiss her during the fuck, or he might wait and take his turn inside her after me. On more than one occasion, I ventured into the kitchen to surprise Larisa with a hug and a hard cock, but she drew the line at having sex there. I had to wait until the stove was off, then she allowed me to lead her to a bedroom for proper sex.
Mira's favorite thing to do when she had one of us boys was to fuck doggy-style, with one or two fingers in her ass at the same time. Sometimes there was another cock or pussy to occupy her mouth. Other times, she would pull her sister or mother down onto the floor or a bed, so that she could squat on their faces to get her clit sucked while one of us boys fucked her.
Anal sex was less frequent, reserved for special occasions, usually in bed at night. Most casual was Larisa. When it was just her and I together, I usually fucked her pussy to a couple of her orgasms, then moved to her ass to have my own. Next was Mira, who continued to try to get herself used to it, but only when we were alone together in our bed. Her incredibly tight ass usually made me come too quickly, so it was essential to have some other kind of sex first. Finally there was Katarina, whose ass was strictly for special occasions, in the presence of Nikolai, and only after she had orgasmed profusely herself.
Decisions
In the first week of August, we made two major decisions as a family.
The first was we were moving. The house they had lived in for a year, after Drago changed Katarina's identity, took her as his girlfriend and moved across the country, was full of bad memories. Drago had chosen the town itself to be obscure and far away from anyone they had known before. By now, though, they were known by rumors throughout the town. Nikolai found a large new house, far away on the outskirts of the capitol, which would offer a fresh start. Mira in particular was absolutely thrilled with the idea of moving closer to the city, people, and culture.
The second decision came as a shock to me, although I should have seen it coming, if I believed in visions.
It was after a delicious meal, when we were all sitting around the dining room table. Nikolai had a very serious look on his face.
"Ethan, I have to ask you something."
I nodded. Nikolai was a fairly serious guy, in general, but he looked a little more concerned than usual.
"You know that Katarina and I... she would like to have children, some day."
I nodded. "Mira told me. But it is impossible, because she is your sister. I thought that maybe you could adopt, some day."
"Yes. We could. But Katarina wants to really be a mother. Now that we have our new life together, she could get pregnant, just not by me."
"You mean, like a sperm donor? Or..." I had to switch to English for a term I couldn't imagine in Molvanian, "artificial insemination?"
"Yes, we could have the sperm of some stranger. But we both thought, perhaps it is better if it isn't a stranger."
I still didn't get it. "Do you know anyone that would... do that for you?"
He paused, and Katarina took over, stating the obvious.
"Ethan. We thought you might do it."
I think my jaw was hanging open.
"Since you are already close to us, and you look a lot like Nikolai." she continued.
I just sat there, thinking. I tried to come up with reasons it was a bad idea, but couldn't think of anything substantial.
"But I'm returning to America at the end of the summer. And the next four years, I'll be at my University."
"Yes. But we only need you for one period of time. And maybe again in a year or two, for more children."
I turned to Mira. "What do you think?"
She smiled at me. "I think it's wonderful. Then you would really be a part of our family."
"But... what about birth control, isn't she on the pill now?"
"I stopped taking the pill three days ago." said Katarina. "It can take a month or more for it to stop working, so I'm not fertile right away, but I might be soon, probably before you return to America."
"I've stopped coming inside her pussy." said Nikolai. "If you don't want to be the father, you can stop coming inside her too. Or, if it's OK with you, you could keep doing it from now until your return."
I just sat there, flabbergasted, looking at Nikolai.
"My friends and family, back home, what do I say?"
"You can tell them, or not, up to you. Katarina and I will be getting married, of course. Officially, by Molvanian law, I will be the father."
Then I looked at Katarina. Her hands were clasped tensely. She smiled at me, with a nervous, hopeful smile. I realized that this was something she really, really wanted.
"Um, OK." I said softly.
Katarina cried out with joy, getting up and bounding around the table to hug me. There were almost tears in her eyes as she kissed me passionately. Then there were hugs from the rest of the family. Nikolai dashed off and reappeared quickly holding a bottle of something clear and alcoholic which I hadn't seen since Drago died. Glasses were filled, and we all toasted the future, and Katarina's motherhood.
"So.... when should I start trying to... impregnate you?" I asked Katarina, the alcohol affecting me surprisingly quick.
"Anytime you like, as often as you like." She laughed gently.
"How about... right here, right now?"
"Sure!" She stood up from the table, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off, expecting me to come around to table to fuck her.
"How about, right here on the table, on your back?"
"OK!" Many hands cleared away an area on the dining room table. Katarina came around to my side, scooted up onto the table, then lay back and spread her legs.
"Ladies... could I have some assistance? Like sucking?"
Mira and Larisa came to my side, one of them unzipping me to suck my cock, the other licking Katarina's pussy to get it wet. I was already hard. Apparently, my rational mind had some trouble accepting the idea of getting Katarina pregnant, but something in my subconscious was already extremely eager to do it.
"Ungh!" gasped Katarina as I slid into her. "Yes! Do it, fuck me, make me pregnant."
That was where we made our first attempt. Right there on the dining room table, surrounded by the remains of a delicious dinner, with Nikolai kissing her, and her mother sucking her breasts, Katarina moaned her way through a delightful, hard fuck, soon receiving a full load of my cum into her womb. Mira stood by my side, kissing me. When I came, she had her warm hand around my balls, gently squeezing as if getting every last drop out of me into her sister.
Pushing Buttons
The next three weeks were busy. There was preparing to move, which involved a lot of phone calls, packing, and driving around. Then there was the process of impregnating Katarina, which she and I enthusiastically pursued, with full assistance from the rest of the family.
Finally, there was trying to emotionally prepare for the end of the summer, which meant Mira and I separating. This was pretty much impossible. We tried to imagine any possible alternatives. Take a year off before starting school? Smuggle her into my dorm room? The best we could do was make plans for me to come back to visit during my winter recess, and of course to return first thing the next summer.
I pretty much stopped taking part in anal sex. Sex was generally in Katarina's pussy. When Mira wanted me to have sex with her, we usually had Katarina present, so that Mira and I could enjoy a nice, long fuck, then at the last minute put my cock in her sister to ejaculate. Or I might fuck both of them equally, letting them lay face to face making out while I moved between their pussies, being sure to always end up in Katarina's before the end.
Sometimes, I asked for special favors to push my buttons, and almost always got my wish.
One day, Katarina had pulled me off to a bedroom for us to have sex. We started out very tenderly, making out slowly. We moved on to intercourse, with me on top. This went on for a long pleasurable time, but there was no sign I was coming soon. We had flipped over to put her on top, moving up and down on me, when Mira and Larisa came by to see what was going on. Ideas sprang into my head.
"Please come here, you can help."
"Yes, please help Ethan come inside me." said Katarina.
"Take off your clothes, please." I continued.
I quickly had them naked and kneeling on the bed next to us. All together, three women, six delightful breasts. I gestured, and they bent down over me to let me suck all six nipples. Mira's small and pink, Larisa's large and red, with Katarina's in between and very sensitive. My two arms were in the right place to reach between their legs. I teased their pussies, working three fingers inside Mira, four into her mother.
"All of you, move up and down together."
They moved together, three pussies fucking themselves on my cock and two hands.
"Faster."
They really bounced now, breasts slapping together. It was delightful to watch, and to feel all the pussy flesh moving around me. Mira giggled, finding it quite amusing.
"OK, you can stop moving, except for you Katarina. Mira, please put a couple fingers in her ass."
Mira happily complied. It took a little fumbling to get them inside, with the hips moving up and down, and Katarina's backdoor made tighter by my cock stretching her pussy. The presence of Mira's fingers also made the pussy around my cock tighter.
"That's good! I could come this way."
"Good!" said Katarina smiling.
"You can make me come, if I ask you to do something things, it would push my buttons."
"Anything." she encouraged.
"I miss fucking your ass. Once you're pregnant, will you let me fuck you there sometimes?"
"Oh, yes!" gasped Katarina.
"Will you be my little anal slut?" I had learned the Molvanian word for "slut", and also learned to never use it outside the context of talking dirty, as it was just too offensive otherwise.
"Oh, yes! I'll be your anal slut!" giggled Katarina, playing along.
"Even when your belly is nice and big? Will you be my pregnant, anal slut?"
"Yes! I'll be your pregnant, anal slut."
This was wonderful. Mira occasionally liked to talk dirty, but I had never gotten Katarina to bite before. She was always more quiet and reserved, but just then, she was apparently willing to do or say anything sexual to get me off inside her.
"And your mouth. You're going to let me fuck your mouth again, and come down your throat?"
"Yes! I'll be your cum-drinking, pregnant, anal slut!"
I could feel Mira's fingers moving around back there in Katarina's ass, and they felt great, very sexy. My fingers were still lodged in the pussies on my left and right. I gently pulled them out, and shifted my hands an inch. I pressed my fingers upwards again, feeling around, this time in their asses. I got one finger inside Mira, two inside her mother. Katarina's hips never stopped moving up and down on me. I wanted to see how far she would go, what I could get her to say.
"I'm going to ask you to do something. You can show me how you're my anal slut. Mira's going to pull her fingers out of your ass, and you're going to suck on them."
Katarina looked surprised, but she didn't miss a beat.
"Yes! Yes, I'll suck on them."
"I want you to ask me. Tell me you want to do it."
"Yes! Yes, please let me suck on her fingers."
"You want to taste your own ass?"
"Yes. Yes, anything. Please let me taste my own ass on her fingers."
"Well, she did ask nicely." I said to Mira.
Mira gave me a conspiratorial grin, and brought her fingers around. Katarina slurped them into her mouth with great enthusiasm, looking into my eyes as she did it, putting on a show for me.
"And here." I continued, pulling my finger out of Mira. "This was in your sister's ass. Do you want to taste it?"
"Yes, please!"
"Please what?"
"Please, let me taste my little sister's ass." She saw my right hand coming up as well. "And my mother's! Please let me taste my mother's ass too. I want to be your anal slut!"
We all watched her as she sucked all the fingers presented to her mouth. I was really damn close to coming, but still not quite there.
"I know what you will like." said Larisa. Without elaborating, she got down on the bed behind Katarina. The first thing I felt was her fingers moving into Katarina's ass. It had to be at least two fingers, if not three. The next thing was her hot mouth, enveloping my balls. That lasted just briefly. She moved further down, pressing her face between our legs. I felt her hot tongue exploring, pressing insistently, then suddenly it slipped inside my own ass. That sensation, combined with her fingers causing Katarina's pussy to tighten around me, finally pushed me over the edge. I cried out, Katarina cried with me, and I had a thunderous orgasm inside her.
Moments later, fingers and tongue were pulled away, and Katarina rolled me over so that I was on top of her.
"I can get pregnant easier this way." she reminded me. We all gathered together for a group hug and kisses, as I felt the last of my cum trickling out of me into Katarina's hopefully fertile womb.
Slowly, Mira and Larisa pulled away and excused themselves, pulling on clothes and leaving the room. I stayed on top of Katarina for a long time, face to face, occasionally kissing, our arms around each other. I closed my eyes and imagined my sperm swimming inside of her.
"You know we were just playing." I said. "You don't actually have to have sex with me when you're pregnant."
"I know that, silly." She kissed me. "But I don't think I'll mind. Anyways, if you get me pregnant now, you'll be at university for the next nine months anyway."
"Yeah." I sighed. "I'm going to miss Mira, and all of you. I'm going to miss your country, and the food, and everything."
"We're going to miss you too."
New House
We moved to the new house, several hours drive away. It seemed so huge and empty at first.
Nikolai scouted it out and made arrangements to buy it. The first time he brought us to see the place, it had almost no furniture, just big white walls and floors. It had been newly built, so there were no previous occupants. Our voices echoed as we walked through it, exploring every room. Hard sunlight came in through the curtain-less windows. The girls were beside themselves with excitement, talking fast about all the things they could do with the space.
That day, as we were walking though the house for the first time, we found one small sofa, the only piece of furniture in the house, perhaps left there by the construction crew. Mira got a twinkle in her eye and started to kiss me, tugging at my pants. The rest of us just smiled and went along with it. The sofa turned out to be enough for the girls to lean on while we fucked them. We had a solid, hot session of fucking our partners, then just at the last minute, switched so that Katarina got my cum inside her, and Mira got her brother's.
Nikolai and Katarina got married, very quietly. There was no wedding, no ceremony, just a trip to the government offices to do the paperwork. They didn't want to draw any more attention than necessary, for fear that someone might dig up something from the past that indicated they were related. They did purchase nice gold wedding bands, and Larisa cooked them a feast that night at the house. We toasted their life together until we were tipsy, then they went off together to their room for a night of private lovemaking. Mira seized the opportunity to have my cum all to herself that night, getting me to cum first in her mouth then in her ass. Anal sex with her still wasn't easy, but my patience and her enthusiasm made up for it.
The next day, we all began to refer to Katarina as Nikolai's wife, and she smiled every time she heard it. When she and I had our daily sex, I realized that we had added adultery to the list of taboos being broken in our house. I wasn't just fucking someone's girlfriend anymore. After dinner that night, I found myself saying "Excuse me, sir, but may I fuck your wife?" Everyone laughed, then she just stood up to pull off her clothes, and we got busy.
I barely attended my volunteer job anymore, just once a week to check in. Joining Mira's family had proven to be a much more profound, immersive educational experience than any program could have been.
Before we left the old house for the last time, we took one more hike, all together, up to the ruins for a picnic, and of course sex. Nikolai and Katarina told us stories of how they had snuck up here, before, to get away from Drago. Slowly, they were beginning to be able to speak of him more openly, to talk it through, to process what he had done to them and the rest of the family. It was true that Drago's personality, and his perversions had irreversibly shaped who his children became. If he hadn't made them commit incest with each other, they would never have ended up they way they were. But it wasn't the incest that they resented, it was the lack of respect, the bullying, the overbearing nature of his domination. It wasn't the sex, it was the non-consensual nature of it. Anton was the one who seemed to take most after that aspect of their father, and now he was gone.
Slowly, the new house filled up with things we moved or bought. Mira was excited about the size of her new room, and the moment her mattress was in place, we made good use of it. Finally the day came when we said goodbye to the old house for the last time.
There were only three days left until my flight home.
We explored our new neighborhood, as couples, and sometimes together. We dined, we shopped. The sex continued. Twice a day, I ended up in some form of sex which culminated with ejaculating inside Katarina. Still, there was no sign of her becoming pregnant.
The next day, I had the sisters giving me a nice double blowjob. When I was close to coming, Mira refused to pull her head away, forcing me to come in her mouth. Katarina scolded her for being greedy with my cum, but Mira had other ideas. She pushed her sister back, pulled down her panties, and planted her mouth on her sister's pussy, letting the cum slip out of her mouth. Katarina giggled, wiggling her hips to get all the cum to slide down inside her. They kissed, to share the last taste of my cum between their mouths.
Double
That night, as usual, Katarina and I were rolling around in bed, fucking up a storm. The rest of the family came by to watch, and Katarina ended up on top of me, taking some of Mira's fingers in her ass again. Nikolai knelt by our side, so Katarina could suck his cock while she fucked me.
"I can move my fingers fairly well" said Mira, then bent in to whisper something in Katarina's ear. I remember wondering what could possibly be secret, when we were in the middle of open, group sex. Katarina, with her mouth full of cock, shook her head, but after a bit more whispering in her ear, she finally nodded, pulling her head back.
"She's going to try both of you." said Mira.
I didn't know what she meant. Katarina was already taking on both cocks, in her pussy and her mouth... then I realized.
"Nikolai in my ass." said Katarina. She lowered her body to mine, relaxing as completely as she could. I kissed her softly, as the others worked on preparing her ass. When Nikolai pressed in, I could feel every single motion he made. This was new ground for us. I had fantasized about double-penetrating one of the girls before, but had ruled it out as too difficult. Nikolai took his time, spending several slow minutes to get himself up his sister/wife's ass. I waited patiently, feelings the strange sensations on my cock, as he gradually built up to a slow fuck. Only then did I start thrusting, Katarina moving with us, experimenting to find a rhythm that worked.
"That looks soooo sexy." said Mira, watching with fascination. "I want to try it!"
"You're... too... young." said Nikolai.
Mira stuck her tongue out at him and moved around us, to observe from every angle. I felt her small fingers moving over us, between our legs, across my balls. She put her fingers right at the point where our two cocks were moving in and out around Katarina's thin perineum.
"I have never done that before." said Larisa, also watching intently.
I wasn't able to think clearly because of how interesting Katarina's pussy felt around me. I tried to imagine why Larisa would never have done it, despite years of sexual domination by a bad husband, then realized that although Drago gave her body to friends as a favor, she was probably always given to one man at a time, and men didn't like to share. Drago could have forced her to do it with her sons, but he had never demanded more than sucking them off as children. After his daughters sexually matured, he was much more interested in watching his sons and daughters fucking, rather than his wife.
"This... feels... really good." I managed to say. "I like it."
"I like it too." moaned Katarina. "But I don't know how long I can... take it. It's so... intense."
"It's going to... make me come." I gasped.
"Good!" She kissed me hard, and I came in her pussy. It was so tight, there was absolutely no chance that cum was going to escape. We kept kissing as Nikolai kept going, very quickly coming in her ass.
Last Day
On the morning of my last day in Molvania, there was still no sign Katarina was pregnant. If she was frustrated, she didn't show it. Instead, the sisters came up with a new plan: to tease me and keep me hard all day, without letting me come, so that when I came in Katarina that night, it would be a full load.
Larisa joined in the game as well. Between the three of them, whoever wasn't busy with something else was flirting, teasing, sucking or fucking me, just enough to keep me hard and on edge. Breakfast and lunch found Mira under the table, sucking my cock to keep me hard through the meal. Katarina even put on sexy clothes, which she never did. Instead of her usual frilly feminine dresses, she wore a sharp miniskirt with no panties, and a soft tank top that exposed her midriff and allowed easy access to her breasts.
Mira was always grabbing my crotch to see if I was hard or not.
"He's gone soft!" She declared in the living room.
"Oh!" said Katarina, turning away from me and bending all the way over, making the miniskirt ride up to expose her crotch. "Oops! I guess this skirt doesn't cover me very well!"
Mira giggled, then wet a finger and ran it all the way through Katarina's labia and over her backdoor.
"Wouldn't you like to fuck this?" she said, teasingly.
"I sure would."
"I wish I could do it." She dropped to her knees and repeated the motion over the exposed pussy lips, using her tongue instead of her finger. "If I had a nice cock like yours, then I could fuck my sister. I guess I just have to use my fingers." She finger-fucked the pussy in front of her face, watching me for a reaction. Sure enough, it worked, tenting my pants. I stepped forward, unzipping and aiming my cock where I wanted to go.
"No no no, just a suck for you." scolded Mira, sucking my cock briefly but keeping it away from Katarina's pussy.
That's how it went for the rest of day. Flashing, teasing, and no relief. Mira even led me into the bathroom with her, keeping my cock hard in her mouth while she peed. I found that extremely strange, but not unarousing.
"Let's go play with my mother." said Mira, in the afternoon. She led me around by my cock until we found Larisa in the kitchen. She was chopping something, dressed in easy-access clothing just like her daughters.
"Oh, hi there." she said. "Have you been keeping him hard?"
Yes, I'm having a hard day, I thought to myself in English, but the pun didn't translate into Molvanian.
"Yes. Hmmm." Mira adopted a little-girl voice. "Watch me suck on my mommy's titties!" She exposed one of Larisa's large breasts, and sucked the nipple. Then she turned back to me. "Want to watch me spank her?"
"I should spank you," said Larisa, "for coming into the kitchen to bother me like this!"
"That sounds like fun." I agreed.
"Yes, she deserves it." Larisa spun Mira around, bending her over the kitchen counter and pushing down the mini-skirt. "Do you want to count?"
"Sure!"
I counted slowly to ten as Larisa landed loud, hard smacks on Mira's bare ass. Mira squealed and cried out on each one, in a way that I found totally erotic. By the time we reached ten, both of them were breathing heavy, and I was as hard as a steel pole. I really, really wanted to stand behind Mira's pink cheeks and press myself into her, but I managed to behave calmly.
"Now, out of the kitchen!" said Larisa, shooing us off.
Mira led me through the house. We bumped into Nikolai, coming in the door with shopping bags.
"Nikolai! Can you help us? I'm trying to keep Ethan hard, so can I suck you or fuck you?"
"Geez, I just got in the door." he complained. "Can I at least set these down?"
"Sure!"
He carried the bag into the living room, then walked back. "So, you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes. I think we can keep Ethan hard for a long time if he watches us together."
"He's seen us together many times."
"Yes, but... OK, I want it too. Teasing him has got me all horny."
"You know, I think it's kind of mean to him, what you're doing."
"It is a little difficult to take." I said, smiling.
"Come on." whined Mira. "You're still my brother, and it's still incest, it's got to be sexy for him to watch."
"I must admit, it is sexy." I agreed. "And it's obvious, she's gotta have it."
"OK. Fine." I sat back in a chair, and he grabbed Mira, pushing her to her knees in a way that was totally unlike him. Patient, gentle Nikolai! Mira had managed to get him slightly pissed off. Strangely enough, I found it made the situation more arousing. His cock came out, and he pushed it into her mouth with surprising roughness.
"I forgot how good she is at this." said Nikolai, fucking his little sister's mouth and holding her head.
"Yes." I agreed. "I was surprised when she asked me to fuck her mouth hard like that, the very first night we ever had sex."
He nodded. "She had to learn to do it. I remember how surprised I was the first time. I was used to Katarina sucking us. Then one day my father says that little Mira will do it too. She didn't have sex until 14, but she started sucking when she was only 13, and I was 15. I remember thinking her mouth would be too small. But my cock was smaller then too. And she learned quickly. She had been watching her sister and mother do it for years." He slowed down and went even deeper into Mira's throat, causing her to gasp for air a little each time he pulled back. "We both came in her mouth that first time. Only 13 years old, getting a mouthful of sperm from both her brothers." He pulled out. "Get up, go lean over Ethan."
Mira got up on shaky legs and stood in front of me, bending over toward me. Nikolai got behind her and lifted her miniskirt, sinking himself all the way into her pussy with one thrust. Mira gasped, then kept gasping as he slammed into her.
"You... like.. watching... our.. incest... fuck?" she gasped, facing me.
"Yes. I've loved watching you together since our first time at the ruins."
I slipped her top up and sucked her tits, then got a better idea and pinched the nipples between my fingers, twisting them. Mira moaned. I knew she couldn't come this way, but she was as hot as she could get without anything stimulating her clit. Nikolai groaned, thrusting one last time and coming inside her.
"Oh fuck, it's messy." said Mira as he pulled away. Cum trickled down the inside of her thigh.
"Leave it." I said. "It's sexy to have your brother's cum running out of you."
"OK. Fine. Thank you, Nikolai." She gave him a quick kiss, then he went off one direction, and we went another. Mira led me through the house until we found Katarina.
"We've got a mess you can help clean up." I said, pointing between Mira's legs.
Katarina looked down. "Don't tell me you made him come, you bad girl!"
"No, no, it's Nikolai's."
"Oh. Good." Katarina dropped to her knees, crouching even lower, to run her tongue from Mira's knees upwards, carefully licking up every bit of stickiness. I found a chair to sit back and watch. I never got tired of watching Mira and her sister together, either. Especially with the enthusiastic way Katarina used her mouth, ending up right on Mira's pussy, sucking it, draining it of her husband/brother's cum, then starting to work on Mira's clit.
"Turn around." I told Mira. "Let her do your ass instead."
"Damn." she said. "My clit was just starting to feel good." But she stepped back and turned around, planting her butt in her sister's face.
"Oooh. Naughty." said Katarina, then pressed her face forward again, pressing between Mira's cheeks, her lips and tongue finding her little sister's rosebud. Mira moaned, letting me know her nether orifice was getting reamed nicely by a soft wet tongue. I loved to watch this. My pants were down around my ankles, my cock sticking straight up. Mira stared at it, and a minute later came up with a suggestion for me.
"You wanna... put it in my ass?"
"No way." said Katarina, pulling her face back to speak. "He'll come inside you."
"Not if I don't let him move."
Katarina thought about. It was true that I never came if my cock wasn't actively moving against something.
"OK, I guess so."
"Oh, good! I feel so slippery and ready."
I thought Mira might get into my lap facing me, but instead she faced away, slowly lowering herself. Once we got my cock lined up at the right place, she lowered herself even more slowly, until she was completely impaled. Carefully she leaned back against my chest. Her ass around my cock felt incredible, and I desperately wanted to rock her hips, move or shake in any way. Instead, she just rested there, my cock like an steel pole inside her.
"Now can she suck my clit?" she asked.
"Sure."
Katarina crawled toward us, and that's how we spent the next half hour. Mira in my lap, her legs spread obscenely, my cock up her ass, her big sister slurping away on her pussy. Mira soon came, then came again. My only way to participate was to reach around her with my arms, seeing what I could reach. I was pleased to discover that she was small enough that I could not only play with her tits, but even reach down between her legs to slide my fingers around with Katarina's tongue. I spread Mira's labia really wide, pulling them upwards and apart, making her clit poke way out, so her sister could suck it like it was a little cock. Every so often her ass would pulse and clamp down around me, driving me crazy but not letting me come. Finally, Mira said she couldn't take it any more, and very carefully climbed off.
Katarina surprised me by saying she wanted the same treatment. So, she pushed off her miniskirt and got her asshole licked, then sat down in my lap, impaling herself on my cock. She was bigger and heavier than her sister, so I was fairly squished, but I didn't mind. Mira returned the favor by eating Katarina's exposed pussy for a long, wonderful time. I felt Mira's fingers exploring inside, deliberately running up and down my cock through the wall of her sister's pussy. Katarina had a string of orgasms in that position. Each time she came, my balls clenched and I almost came with her, but never did. It was painful, but also wonderful.
Finally, it was time for dinner. There was a big meal, as a kind of farewell party for me. Mira wasn't able to spend the whole time under the table sucking me to keep me hard, so instead she and Katarina dined topless, occasionally dipping their nipples in their dinner, then sucking each other's nipples clean. That worked. I was hard all the way through to dessert.
Finally, dinner was cleared away and we all moved to a bedroom. Katarina got naked and lay on the bed with a pillow under her hips, getting the ideal angle for my cum to flow inside her. Mira and Nikolai sat on either side, holding Katarina's legs up and spread wide apart, preparing her for the deepest penetration. Larisa used her mouth to get my cock and Katarina's pussy juicy wet, then I pressed myself all the way inside.
To be able to fuck properly after a day of teasing felt incredibly good, but I was on a hair trigger. In half a minute, I was coming. I held myself in as deep as I could go, imaging the head of my cock pressed right against her cervix. Sure enough, I came and kept coming, what felt like buckets. Katarina moaned when she felt it, and the rest of the family cheered.
To make sure, I stayed inside her. Larisa gently sucked and squeezed my balls, making sure every bit of cum got out.
That night, when Mira and I got in bed, she clung to me, almost desperately. There was nothing left to say about my going back to America, so we avoided the subject. We just kissed and held each other, and she cried a little.
Very early the next morning, Nikolai drove me to the airport, and I was gone.
In the USA
My culture shock upon returning was terrible. I had barely two days to pack up and get ready for university, and I was heavily jetlagged the whole time. My family was wonderful and supportive, and I made it through. All around me, the language, culture, food and attitudes of my own country felt almost alien to me.
Arriving at my university and being pressed into dorm life was also an awful lot to get used to. My thoughts were filled with Mira and everything I had left behind, the family and the house there which felt like a part of me.
It wasn't until after a week of classes when I finally managed to discover how to make an international call from my dorm. I got Nikolai on the phone, and the guys standing around me stared with surprise when I burst into speaking loud Molvanian into the phone. Then I heard him say something that made me whoop with joy, and my onlookers definitely thought I was a freak.
Katarina was pregnant!
I got Mira on the line and I poured out the story of my return. I had to switch to English because I just couldn't find the Molvanian words to speak fast enough to tell her every bit of the story. She filled me in on their household news, and it was painful when we finally had to get off the phone. I missed her so much.
Making it through the next four months was hard, but the academic workload helped to keep my brain busy. For sex, there was just my right hand, but I had a hundred exciting memories from my summer to pleasurably recollect. Fellow students would stare at me sometimes when I would blurt out an answer in Molvanian, just because it was the first thing that came into my head. I part of me never left Eastern Europe, and my heart never forgot Mira for a minute.
I had told my family all about the country, the culture, and my language program there, but only the bare minimum about Mira. They knew I had met a girl, and they saw pictures of her. They knew I was totally in love with her. They grumbled when I flew to Molvania for my winter break, instead of coming home, but I think my parents understood at least part of why.
Winter
At the airport, after the interminable immigration and passport lines, Nikolai and Mira were waiting for me. In a long, dark blue velvet dress, Mira looked unbelievably beautiful. Willfully violating Molvanian social norms, she threw herself into my arms and we kissed so hard it hurt. I drank in the sight of her, the scent of her hair. Mira and her siblings all had their birthdays in the fall, so she had turned 17 in my absence. Perhaps it was the four months, or perhaps it was the makeup she was wearing, but Mira seemed more grown-up to me, more like a woman. As Mira and I kissed, Nikolai laughed at our public display of affection, then herded us back to his car for the drive home.
Leaving the airport terminal building, it was freezing cold, and lightly snowing. Nikolai was carrying a coat for Mira to slip into, but I had underdressed for the occasion. I was shivering by the time we got to the car and got inside, but immediately heated up when Mira leapt into my arms in the back seat.
Unable to wait, she was all over me. Right there on the Molvanian highway, in the middle of traffic, while it snowed on our car, she extracted my hard cock and gave it such a hard, deep suck that I didn't even last a minute before coming in her mouth. My fingers were already under her dress, discovering she wore no panties. I considered trying to work around the geometry of the car to eat her pussy, but settled for masturbating her with my fingers. In her excited state, it happened very quickly, then she was sucking me again. Nikolai just chuckled at us as he drove. The radio played quietly, and the sound of singing and talking in Molvanian reminded me of where I was. More than just immersed in Mira's heart or her hot body, I was immersed in her entire world again.
We reluctantly had to stop fooling around when we got to the house. Climbing the snowy steps and passing into the warmth of the house, I was immediately greeted by the rest of the family. Larisa was first, sweeping me up into a big hug and kiss that was passionate with tongue. She let me go, and Katarina was facing me, smiling beautifully. I looked up and down her body, and there was definitely a detectable bulge to her abdomen. I put my arms out to hug her softly, as if she were fragile, but she was having none of that, hugging me tightly against her pregnant body and delivering as hot a kiss as her mother had.
Everyone was talking at once, full of questions, speaking Molvanian too fast for me, as I was out of practice. Mira waited patiently for a minute as I tried to answer, then she pulled me off towards her room. Her family's laughter followed us as she stripped off her clothes even as we walked. We fell into her bed. I felt enveloped by the expensive soft sheets, then quickly by Mira's hot, wet, tight pussy. The first time, making love was impossible, our need was too great. Truly, we fucked. Only later were we able to slow down and tenderly enjoy each other's bodies. Outside her window, the snow fell softly. As exhausted as I was from the long flight, the excitement of being with Mira again kept me going for hours before I inevitably crashed.
It took a couple days before I was adjusted to the time zone. A few times I woke up to the feeling of her mouth on my cock. If I was too tired, she discovered I could spoon her body and fuck her gently from behind without using much energy. It wasn't long until we realized that I could slip myself into her ass in that position as well. Sometimes, we would leave the bedroom to bathe or enjoy a meal with the family. The others left Mira and I alone, to be together for a few days, reacquainting with each other's hearts, minds, bodies and sex drives.
Eventually Mira and I discussed the sexual status of the rest of the household.
"Are Nikolai and Katarina still having sex often?" I asked.
"Of course. Why wouldn't they?"
"Well, she's pregnant. She might not have the same sex drive." I remembered how crazy her sex drive had been in the summer, but perhaps that was driven by her desire to get knocked up.
"Oh, she likes it perfectly well. As soon as they knew absolutely for sure she was pregnant, Nikolai could start coming in her pussy again. You know he was happy about that!"
"What about your mother? Maybe she gets lonely."
She laughed. "Well, Katarina and I make sure to give her an orgasm from time to time. But you're right, she hasn't had a cock inside her since you left. Of course she'd love it if you would provide that for her again."
"So... it's still OK for me to have sex with her? I thought... maybe what we did last summer was, well... I'm not assuming that it would be like that again."
"You thought I might want you all to myself this winter?"
"Yeah."
"Well, maybe there is a little part of me that is selfish that way. But I also love being with her, and being with both of you. She could really use the sex, and I like watching you fuck her. We could call her in here to join us anytime, or you could go surprise her with a hard cock."
We kissed, and my cock gave a lurch remembering our wild times before.
"What about you and Nikolai?" I asked.
"You mean, have I been fucking my brother for the past four months?"
"Yeah."
"You're damn right I have. My mother can live without cock, but I sure don't want to. It's not all the time, but he fucks me at least once a week. Usually I join him and Katarina in bed. Speaking of that, what about Katarina? Don't you want to be with her too?"
"Well, she and Nikolai are really married now. They're starting a family together. Maybe I would be intruding?"
Mira laughed. "Nikolai is just surprised you haven't fucked all three of us yet. He was expecting it, of course he's alright with it! Katarina misses you too, she's just being respectful of our relationship by letting me be selfish with you."
"So it's OK even though she's pregnant?"
Mira snorted. "Ha! Wasn't it you who got her to talk dirty about that?"
"Well, yeah." I remember that crazy time. "But that was just talking dirty. I didn't know how she might feel about it when she actually became pregnant."
"How do you feel about it? Does it make it more sexy, when she's pregnant?"
I thought about it. "Yeah. It does."
Mira put her hand on my cock, stroking it. "So, you want to go fuck my pregnant sister?"
"Uh-huh." I was growing harder in her hand.
"What about her ass?" breathed Mira, turning me on. "You want to go fuck my pregnant sister in the ass?"
"Can I really?"
"Why not? Nikolai does it sometimes, and his cock is the same size as yours."
"So what you're saying is, this house is still wide-open for any kind of sex, any time?"
"Exactly."
"OK." I still didn't know how I felt about doing it with Katarina, but there was something I did know for sure: Larisa. "Let's go find your mother."
We got out of bed, and slipped on robes. The house was heated, but it still wasn't that warm to walk around naked. We found Larisa in the living, watching television.
"Mom!" said Mira. "Ethan's ready to have sex with all of us together again."
Larisa looked up at me, at my hard cock which was peeking out through my robe, and licked her lips.
"That's wonderful, sweetheart."
"Let's give him a reminder." said Mira, getting down on her knees, lifting her mother's dress, pulling aside the panties, and planting her mouth on her mother's pussy. Larisa moaned appreciatively, gesturing for me to come to her. I threw one leg over her chair, facing her, which put my cock right in her face. She sucked me in, and I grabbed her head to fuck her mouth deeply. It was just like old times again!
We ended up in Larisa's bed, rediscovering the joys of our mother-daughter-boyfriend threesome. I tit-fucked Larisa as they kissed hotly, fucked Larisa's pussy as Mira rode her face, throat-fucked Larisa as they ground their pussies together, then finally we put a pillow under Larisa's hips so that I could fuck her ass while she 69'd with Mira on top. I lost count of Larisa's orgasms, and Mira managed to get a couple as well. Right at the end, Mira raised her body up, using her arms to pull her mother's legs upwards and even further apart, giving me even deeper penetration in Larisa's ass, then she stuffed four fingers in her mother's pussy, further tightening the anal ring around my cock. I came there, deep inside Larisa's body.
Katarina peeked her head in the door as we all lay there panting and recovering.
"Oh, has Ethan started having sex with everyone again?"
"Yes, he has!" answered Mira.
"Maybe I'm next?"
"Not right now!" I gasped, totally drained.
"Oh. OK!"
Pregnant
That night, after dinner and a game of chess, Katarina couldn't wait any longer.
She sat by my side during the game. I actually did better than usual, although of course Nikolai won. It didn't help that I had Katarina's hands roaming over my body, feeling her hot breath and kisses on my neck during the game.
"Don't you want to have sex with me?" she breathed in my ear.
"Nikolai." I said. "It seems your wife is asking me for sex."
He grinned. "That's only natural. She's only had my cock since you knocked her up."
"Uh-huh." I lifted Katarina's dress. "And is her pussy still nice?"
"Oh yes." he confirmed. "Still very hot and tight."
"I see she's showing a bulge." I pulled the dress up further, and kissed Katarina's belly.
"Oh yes! That's our baby." His eyes twinkled, and he got up to come Katarina's other side.
It's definitely our baby, I thought, as we turn turns kissing Katarina mouth, running our hands over her belly and kissing it.
"Shall I take her to bed and fuck her?" I proposed.
"Absolutely."
I thought that Nikolai would come with us, but he didn't. He just told us to have fun, and went off to another room. Katarina led me to a bed, turning down the light to a soft glow, and we sat there for a moment looking at each other. She was wearing the kind of frilly, feminine clothes she usually did, a flowing dress with little roses on it. The curves of her breasts and belly looked even larger than the had seemed upon my arrival. Last summer, she hadn't really seemed like someone else's wife. After several months apart, I was now able to see myself in that light, an outsider to her marriage. At the same time, I pondered that this was the mother of my child. And also, of course, my girlfriend's sister.
"I thought you might have sex with me right away, when you got here." she said. "After Mira, I mean."
"I didn't want to take you for granted."
"Silly." She stared into my eyes. "Do you remember why we had sex, last summer? I don't mean getting me pregnant, I mean before that. The first time."
"Well, um, yes. There was some sexual tension between us."
"Yes, exactly. Even though you were happy having sex with my sister, and I was happy with Nikolai, I thought you were really cute. I got wet thinking about having sex with you. And the others let us do it."
"Lucky for us."
"Yes. And it's still OK with them. And I still get wet thinking about you. Even, or I mean, especially since you got me pregnant."
"I think about you differently." I admitted, surprising myself as I said it. "Now that you're pregnant, I mean. You're still beautiful and I'm still really attracted to you, but I don't think I could just throw a rough, hard fuck into you."
She smiled. "So let's do it slowly."
"OK."
I pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders, and leaned in to kiss her. Our bodies came together, and I detected the scent of her perfume. Very slowly, we moved into making love. I kissed each bit of her skin as I removed her clothing. She moaned quietly through my kisses, but got much louder when I reached her nipples. They had always been sensitive, but pregnancy had apparently made them even more so. When we were both naked, she pushed me onto my back and straddled my cock, just holding it between her legs so that it nestled between her labia, touching her clit. Gently moving, we kissed slowly as she got wetter and wetter, and I got even harder. I thought for certain she was about to sink her pussy around me, but instead she abruptly slid her body down and swallowed my cock with one gulp. I almost lost it right there. As it was, I barely managed to last for a minute of intense, talented blowjob before filling her mouth with cum.
"There." she said. "Now you'll last longer."
And I did last. She let me eat her pussy while my cock got hard again, then it was non-stop fucking. With me on top, her on top, on hands and knees, ploughing steadily into her. The gentle curve of her pregnant belly felt a little different under me, and I was careful not to put too much weight on her. My inhibitions about not fucking her hard started to slip away, however, especially when I was on top of her and she kept asking for "harder."
At one point, Mira walked into the room. She watched for a while, but didn't join in. Instead she kissed each of us, in mid-fuck, told us how beautiful we looked, then smiled and left us alone.
I got Katarina to come, once, just by fucking her and sucking on her nipples. Like Mira, she almost never came without direct clitoral stimulation, so this was quite a surprise. I think it surprised her, too. We kept going, and managed to get her to climax once again, with her fingers touching her clit. By that time, we had already been fucking steadily for more than an hour, and my muscles were getting tired.
"I'm going to have to stop." I told her. "I'm worn out!"
"But you didn't come inside me." she complained. "I guess I shouldn't have drained your balls."
"It's really OK. I loved coming in your mouth, and I loved making you come." I pulled out.
"Wait. You want to put it in my ass?"
Of course I did, but I also had reservations. "I... I don't know if we should?"
"Of course we should. Look." She got on her hands and knees, looking at me over her shoulder. Putting a hand between her legs, she ran fingers through the copious wetness of her pussy. Moving the arm around her hip to reach her sphincter, she ran her fingers around the opening, then pushed a finger inside, then two. "I'm ready for you."
"Yes, but..."
"Why don't you think we should?"
"Um." I tried to think. "I guess it's OK. Maybe I'm thinking of you differently, now. You're going to be a mother, and maybe that makes me think... I shouldn't do such a nasty, perverted thing to you, just for my sexual pleasure."
"Ethan, I love you, but that's ridiculous. You do anal with my mother, and she's a mother, isn't she?"
"I guess so."
"You don't have to be so sensitive. Think like a man, how often do you get a chance to ass-fuck a pregnant girl?" She pumped a couple slippery fingers in and out of her ass to illustrate her point.
"Woman. You turned 20 last month, right?"
"Are we going to disagree, or are you going to drive that beautiful hard cock of yours up my tight, pregnant asshole?"
Now she was talking dirty, which I knew she usually didn't do, which meant she seriously wanted it.
"Alright," I growled playfully, "you asked for it!"
We spent several minutes getting my cock all the way inside her. No matter how much we both wanted it, anal sex, especially when you're relying on just saliva and pussy juice, is not a fast and easy thing to get started. Once I was all the way in and moving, though, it was fantastic. Strangely, it felt quite different than when I ass-fucked Mira or Larisa. Their physical bodies couldn't be all that different, I thought. Maybe it was the shape of Katarina's hips. Maybe it was the grunting sounds she made each time I thrust deep into her ass. Or, maybe it was her pregnancy that physically or psychologically changed the act of anally penetrating her. Whatever it was, it was incredible. I was about to come, and told her so.
"Wait! I want to be on my back, so you can suck my tits."
With great self-control, I pulled out and let her get on her back, a pillow under her hips to elevate and expose her asshole. I pressed my way back inside it, then bent forward to suck her super-sensitive nipples. Now her grunts at getting ass-fucked were mixed with moans of lust. I almost lost it again, stopping myself by pressing into her deep, holding myself there and kissing her. Filling her mouth with my tongue as I filled her ass with my cock was interesting.
"OK, OK, you can come now." she gasped when we broke the kiss.
I sat back up and wrapped my hands around the small bulge in her belly. I held her body that way, using it to pull myself deeper up her ass, already on a sexual plateau, continuing to thrust while knowing my orgasm was inevitable.. and it was.
Snow
I was used to cold winters back home, but the Molvanian winter was even colder. Deep snow seemed to be a daily fact, not an occasional event. Mira and I went out anyway, all bundled up, and went to small clubs and restaurants. The city people, especially young people like us, didn't seem to consider the weather a good enough reason to stay in their apartments.
Mira, I discovered, loved the snow. Most people complained about it or did their best to ignore it, but she really liked it. She especially liked it when it was falling, often catching it in her mouth as a child would. It came up often in her poems. Sometimes, she'd want to go for a walk with me, just to be in the snow. With our gloves on, only part of our faces was exposed to the cold air, and she didn't seem to mind it. On more than one occasion, she would find a large drift of fresh snow in the large, empty park near our house, and fall backwards into it, shrieking with joy.
I'm telling you this so that you'll understand. I wasn't entirely surprised when she turned to me one day with an unusual request.
"I want to fuck in the snow."
I laughed gently. "We'd freeze our tender bits right off."
"I think we could do it. We wouldn't have to freeze, with the right clothes."
"You're serious."
She nodded. "Will you try it with me?"
"Uh... where would this happen?"
"In the park, I think. Nobody goes there in the winter."
"Uh..." The park was fairly large. There was a path through it, which we had walked, but I'd never seen another person on it. "I guess the park is OK. But it's going to be so cold."
"We'll wear warm clothes. The cold doesn't bother me."
"Maybe... we could just stay at home and have sex? We could put the bed by the window, and you could see the snow while we do it?"
She rolled her eyes at me to make it clear that this suggestion was not even worthy of a response.
"OK, OK. You want to do it today, right now?"
"Right now is good. The snow is fresh. Wait, I'll get dressed first."
I sat there, wondering what on earth I had agreed to, for a couple minutes as she rummaged around in her walk-in closet. When she came out, she was wearing her best faux-fur coat with a thick furry collar, and carried a bundle of other things over her arm.
"Here, try these." she said. I changed into what she handed me. First, long underwear. She grabbed the slit in the crotch, which is normally just big enough to pee through, and violently ripped it wider. Stunned at her enthusiasm, I put it on and found that my cock and balls could in fact fit all the way through the new, larger opening. Next came thick, baggy corduroy pants, which I had wore before. I was afraid she would attack these as well, but she tested how widely they could open when unbuttoned, and seemed satisfied with the results. Next came a very soft cashmere sweater, then my bulkiest coat with its built-in hood.
"I'm getting hot in here." I complained. "Let's go outside."
"Yes!"
I followed her to the door. She called over her shoulder to let Larisa know we were going for a walk. At the door, we pulled thick boots on over our warm socks, and headed out to the park.
Just trying to get down the sidewalk was tricky. The snow had been shoveled in areas, but fresh snow had fallen since then. As we trudged in our boots, the heat of exertion helped me balance out the biting cold that tried to nip at my cheeks and ears. The temperature was well below freezing, not the coldest day since I had arrived, but still damn cold.
We reached the gates of the park, dark cold metal under a blanket of snow. Inside the park, the snow was deeper, as nobody bothered to clear it. Mira was trudging through the snow faster than usual, pulled forward by excitement. In a few minutes, we were out of sight of the gates, and Mira pointed to a bench, or more accurately the snow-covered outline of a bench. We labored towards it, and she sank down into the snow of the bench, sinking into it. I sat down next to her.
Mira's hurry seemed to dissipate, and she seemed happy to just be sitting with me, surrounded by all the snow. It was overcast, but there was enough light coming through to the clouds to make the snowy landscape glow. Now it was my turn to feel hurried, as the cold started to creep its way through my clothes.
"So, uh, where did you think we could do this?" I asked.
"Anywhere. Just lay me down in the snow. Over there would be nice." She pointed to a soft, fresh snowbank on the other side of the path just across from us. "Are you hard?"
"Uh, no."
"Let me help." She turned towards me, reaching a hand under my coat. Her gloves were thin and soft. She felt her way around my sweater, unbuttoned my pants and pushed them aside, then pulled my cock out of the thermal underwear. I was surprised that her gloved fingers didn't feel that cold. Perhaps she had been holding them inside the pockets of her coat. Her fingers got warmer inside my clothes as she started to stroke my soft cock.
"Ethan." she spoke in my ear in a low, breathy voice. "Snow is soft. Snow is clean, and pure. Like my love for you. Snow is yielding, when you... drive yourself into it. Like my pussy. Are you going to fuck me in the snow and make me happy?"
"Yes." I was getting halfway hard.
"I've missed you so much, this winter. Sometimes I sit by the window, I watch the snow falling, and I think about you. Do you know what I do when I'm watching the snow and thinking about you?"
"No...."
"My right hand is touching my clit. I'm touching myself, thinking about you. I'm moving my fingers in a little circle on my clit. And do you know what my left hand is doing?"
"No...." I was almost completely hard. A few snowflakes fell around us, as if she had conjured them.
"My left hand is between my legs too. I'm using my fingers, and I'm fucking myself. I'm slowly fucking myself, moving my fingers in my hot pussy, while my other hand is moving really fast, the fingers moving on my clit. I'm watching the snow, and I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about the white snow falling on my body, and your white cum pouring into me, into my mouth, into my pussy."
I was hard as a rock, and she stopped.
"Do you love me?" she asked, withdrawing her hand and standing up, facing me, her dark fur coat billowing around her. The few snowflakes had become a steady downfall of soft, fluffy snow.
"You know I love you, Mira."
"I love you too." She grasped the edges of her fur coat, and opened it wide. Under it, there was... nothing. And everything.
Mira stood, facing me, stark naked, nothing on her body but the coat on her arms, her socks and her boots. A smile shone on her beautiful face. The whiteness of the snowy landscape around her contrasted with the dark softness of her coat, which framed the whiteness of her perfect, beautiful body. The only color was the pink of her nipples.
I froze, totally stunned. I was taken aback by the beauty of the sight, but also that she had come out here wearing so little. I feasted my eyes on her, from her slender legs, across the firmness of her petite body, across her flawless breasts, up to the angelic smile on her face. Snow fell softly around her. My eyes could not leave her, as if caught in a spell. She spoke, bringing me back to my senses.
"If you don't fuck me now, we will both freeze, and die."
Suddenly remembering the hard cock between my legs, I leapt from my seat and opened my coat. The warmth of my exposed body collided with hers, and we fell together into the snowdrift, the soft whiteness cushioning our fall. Her legs opened around me, and my cock found it's way between them. Sliding into her, I felt her heat and wetness. Our mouths found each other, and our tongues. My hips moved of their own accord, thrusting with steady urgency. The snow was all around us, just barely held at bay by the cocoon of our soft coats. Mira moaned softly with each thrust, our bodies fitting together so perfectly. My gloved hands touched the naked skin of her body, holding her to steady myself as I moved inside her. Her hips rocked, in rhythm, forming a harmony of our bodies. Temperatures swirled around us, a battle between the heat of our exertion and the cold surrounding us. The only thing between us was my thin undershirt and cashmere sweater. Her nipples were so hard from the cold that I could feel them through the layers of clothing, tracing lines on my chest as I moved up and down. It felt so good, so perfect, but I felt the dangerous sensation of my own sexual release approaching.
"I'm sorry... I'm going to..."
"No, wait!"
I stopped moving, and she pushed against my right side. I looked her quizzically.
"Turn. Me on top."
That was crazy, but I went along with it. Together, we tumbled over in the snow, landing with me on my back and her on top of me. My cock stayed inside her as we tumbled, and she immediately began to move herself on it. Her tempo was slower than my frantic thrusting had been. It was enough of a change to derail my impending orgasm, but not let me down from the sexual plateau on which we had been riding.
She raised up slightly, which gave her better leverage at raising and lowering herself onto my body. That exposed her breasts to the cold air, but she seemed not to notice at all. Her dark, soft hair tumbled around her face. She rode me, steadily, with snow tumbling around her coat, as if she was possessed by a winter spirit. Around her pale face, branches of dark, leafless trees were silhouetted against the grey sky. My whole body was absorbed in the sensory onslaught of the snow, Mira's face and the hot, wet pounding of her pussy around my cock.
My mind recalled a time, last summer, when we had visited this same park, this same spot. There was a riot of greenery and golden sunlight. Families came here to enjoy the park, children frolicked together. Now this public space was blanketed with stark beauty, the domain of winter and snow, and Mira was its princess, it's goddess. This place was her kingdom.
Suddenly, she put her right hand to her mouth and used her teeth to pull off the glove. She drove her hand between our bodies, and I realized it was touching her clit.
"When... I'm... thinking... of... you..." she gasped, her hips speeding up, "I'm... doing... this!"
A blast of wind swirled the falling snow around our bodies, and she was coming, hard. As she convulsed on top of me, the heat and tightness was incredible, and I realized I was coming, too. Her hips kept moving as I started to pulse inside her, filling her. The sensations were suddenly too intense for me to stand, but I was trapped below her, at the mercy of her body. I gasped with relief as she finally stopped moving, pressing herself all the way down to hold me all the way inside her, and her arms gave out, bringing her crashing down onto my body.
We were both breathing hard, then our mouths found each other and we were kissing. I felt a little dizzy, and the surrounding world seemed to fall away. We were floating in space, together, weightless, encased in a blanket of softness and whiteness.
"The snow is warm." she said.
For a minute, I thought I knew what she meant. It did feel soft and... warm around us. I remembered hearing stories of people, trapped in a snowstorm, who had burrowed into the snow, making a little space and surviving that way. But, as I started to slip back into my body, I could clearly feel some of my extremities going numb.
"The air is cold." I said.
"Yes." she agree slowly. "But it feels so perfect. I don't want to move."
"I'm sorry. We have to."
She kissed me again, long and passionately, then she reluctantly raised up, wrapping the coat closely around her body. My intimate anatomy was exposed to the brutally cold air, so I quickly pulled my clothes back to cover myself, then my coat, then scrambled to my feet.
Standing there, knee-deep in the snow, Mira's smiling face looked more beautiful than ever. I put my arms around her, embracing and kissing her again. She returned my kiss passionately, but soon broke away.
"Your cum was running down the inside of leg." she disclosed. "I think it's frozen solid."
We both laughed, and urgently began trudging back through the snow to the gates of the park, and the warmth of her house.
Sheepskin
My remaining two weeks in Molvania were blissfully happy. There was good food, with all of us taking turns helping Larisa put together amazing meals. There was good conversation. There was Molvanian music, and winter crafts. And of course, there was sex, lots of sex.
Mira and I were often engaged in oral sex with each other. She would come along and deep-throat my cock while I was trying to do something, and I would get even later by sucking her clit when she was trying to get something done. There wasn't as much exposed skin around the house as there had been in summer, due to the lower temperatures, but the girls were usually without panties, so it was a simple matter of lifting a skirt or a dress.
I watched Mira fuck her brother on a couple occasions, but it was always in her pussy. I realized she only had anal sex with me. I didn't ask why, I just accepted it as a decision she had made, and Nikolai was fine with it.
When Christmas came, I insisted on going out with Mira to buy a present for the house. I was pursuing a silly romantic idea, of having sex on a bearskin rug in front of a fireplace. Their house was far too modern to have a fireplace, but there was a "heating unit" in the living room. It would have to do. As for a bearskin, we rapidly concluded that such a thing was not found in stores, and besides, most bears aren't that soft. Instead, I managed to find an enormous sheepskin. In fact, it was several sheep sewn together, but it looked like one big, white, soft fuzzy animal.
When we got home, the family crowded around to see what we had bought. Mira turned up the heating unit, and I lay the giant sheepskin out on the floor in front of it. I explained my idea of the bearskin and the fireplace, and everyone had a good laugh at how the real, modern world looks quite a bit different. However, as we took turns sitting on it, it was actually really nice. The heating unit did actually put out some radiant heat you could feel, and the sheepskin was delightfully soft. Mira ran her hands through it in delight, then she tossed aside her clothes and squirmed around on it, naked and beautiful.
We all started to undress, and the sex began. First was Larisa and I, me on top of her, on the sheepskin, fucking her to a noisy climax as the others watched us. Next was Mira and Nikolai. I was pleased to see him go down on her pussy first, which he still didn't do so often, before he slid his way up and fucked his little sister until he came inside her. Mira was noisy too, her hands grabbing at the sheepskin around her as she accepted her brother's cum inside her. I asked Katarina to go clean up her sister, and enjoyed the sight of them together, pregnant Katarina on her hands and knees drinking the cum from Mira's pussy before moving up to her clit. Finding myself hard again, I got behind to Katarina to fuck her pussy as she used her fingers and mouth to work towards getting Mira off. It my request, Larisa came over and sat on Mira's face, the remains of my cum trickling into Mira's mouth, then settling down further to really enjoy her daughter's mouth.
It was great to watch all three women joined together, but soon Mira came, rolling aside, and Katarina asked to be fucked properly, in her preferred position, on her back with her nipples getting sucked. I laid Katarina out and mounted her. Her mother and sister stayed close by, kneeling on either side of her to suck the super-sensitive nipples while I worked on properly fucking Katarina's pregnant pussy. Her hands were free at first, until I noticed her moving them between the legs of her mother and sister, to stimulate their intimate parts. Nikolai was halfway hard again, and came around to his wife/sister's face. She tilted her head back and sucked him into her mouth, then he started to fuck her mouth. She wasn't quite as skilled this way as Larisa, so he refrained from thrusting too deeply into her throat. We found a rhythm, thrusting into her pussy and mouth in unison, as her nipples were sucked.
There, on the soft sheepskin, in the middle of living room, on a cold winter night, with the heating unit casting warmth onto our bodies. It was the first time that winter the five of us were joined together in one circuit, but it wasn't the last. Katarina's naked, pregnant body was the hub, the four of us sexually connecting at her mouth, her breasts, her hands, her pussy, our excitement flowing through her body.
When Mira put her own hand down to seek out her sister's clit, it was too much for Katarina and she came, hard, moaning around the cock in her mouth. Nikolai pulled out to let her breathe more freely. Her face glowed with lust and pleasure.
"Both of you, fucking me." she gasped.
"What?"
"I want both of you, your hard cocks, in my body, pussy and ass." she clarified. "We did it once before."
I remembered a time in the summer, when we were trying to get her pregnant, when she had in fact done that. Of course, she was now four months pregnant, and I wasn't sure double penetration was such a great idea.
"Last time," she continued, "it was Nikolai in my ass. Now, Ethan should fuck me there."
I recalled how intense it had been, the week before, when I had ass-fucked her. I tried to imagine how it would be with her husband/brother's cock in her pussy at the same time. I wanted to find out.
"Sounds great to me." I said.
"And to me." agreed Nikolai. "But we should get her very ready, first."
Katarina got on her hands and knees on the sheepskin and stuck her butt out. Larisa spread her daughter's ass cheeks wide, and the rest of us took turns using our tongues and fingers to lick and probe Katarina's backdoor. She moaned appreciatively at all the anal attention. Mira tonguing her sister's ass is a sight I will never cease to find erotic. When Katarina felt ready, we slowly got the head of my cock inside, probing inside her for just a couple inches, getting the sphincter relaxed and loosened. Nikolai crawled underneath her, and she settled her pussy onto his hard cock. The last piece of the puzzle was the hardest. She groaned as I pressed against her now-tighter rear entrance, doing her best to breathe evenly and relax.
"We don't have to do this." I told her, when it was looking unlikely.
"No, I want you both inside me! I want to feel you both coming, inside me, like this."
Getting myself into Katarina's ass that time was difficult, almost as difficult as getting into Mira's small virgin ass had been the first time. Katarina kept gasping "Oh my God," telling me repeatedly to stop, then start again. I let her control our progress. Incredibly, I was soon able to thrust slowly in and out, to work myself deeper, and found myself buried to the hilt. Gradually, she was able to raise and lower herself slightly as well, and Nikolai found a way to tilt his hips, so that they could get a fucking motion between their bodies as well.
I pushed aside her long hair to expose her neck so that I could kiss and nibble it as I thrust into her ass. Her warm, soft body felt good in my hands as I held her hips for support. Her gasps and moans were loud, very loud. Mira found a way to join us, sitting on her brother's face, kissing her sister to momentarily muffle her cries. In the rhythm we found, I was sliding up Katarina's ass as Nikolai was pulling out of her pussy, then vice-versa, pistoning ourselves into her holes. Mira switched to kissing me, over her sister's shoulder, and I felt Larisa move behind me, her soft fingers touching my balls.
"Both of you, both of you!" gasped Katarina. "Come inside me, both of you, together."
It was a lot to ask of us, as we had both come not long ago, and an orgasm is a hard thing to plan or predict. In the end, though, we did manage to come together, not simultaneously, but within a minute of each other. Nikolai was first, and I swear I could actually feel it when his cock swelled and jerked. She immediately fell onto him, pushing him deep inside as he came, as I continued to thrust madly into her ass. She was moaning, muttering, "Come inside me, come inside me." I soon managed to give her what she wanted.
We stayed that way, inside her, as our orgy of sex became a softer orgy of affectionate kissing.
Time together
For the rest of the winter vacation, I had sex mostly with Mira, sometimes with Larisa, sometimes both of them.
Mira and I spent almost all our time together, reading together, taking snowy walks together, bathing together, sucking and fucking together. It was blissful and romantic. We never repeated our wild tryst outdoors, but Mira still clearly felt an erotic connection to snow. She got frisky when it began to fall outside the window, and we did, in fact, move the bed across the room to be closer to it. There was a cool draft on us as we lay next to the window at night, but we didn't mind. For some reason I never understood, Mira associated the snow with regular sex, not oral, not anal. We spent a lot of time with her on hands on knees, looking out the window at the whiteness, as I steadily gave it to her from behind. She had me do this for as long as she could stand it, then finally she would reach back to touch her clit and allow herself some release.
We didn't get together for whole-family sex again until the very last night. After a special going-away dinner, I was the guest of honor and focus of attention. Sitting naked in a cozy chair, I watched as the three women teased me by slowly undressing and fondling each other. Then they came in for a triple blowjob. Since only one mouth could take my cock at a time, my balls got a lot of attention. Mira started pushing my buttons, and the others joined in.
"I want you to come in my mouth." began Mira.
"No, come in my mouth." said Katarina.
"I would like to drink it." said Larisa.
"I want to taste your cum, feel it all over my tongue."
"If you do it in her mouth, I could kiss her, and drink it from her."
"Yes, we could share."
"I'm thirsty for hot cum."
"I want to swallow it, it's good for my baby."
"Put his hips up." said Larisa. "So I can reach his asshole."
They helped me to tilt my hips, scooting my butt to the edge of the chair, my legs sticking up, spread widely. Larisa deep-throated me once more, then trailed her tongue down, sliding it into my ass. Katarina held my balls in her mouth, and Mira took over bobbing her head on my cock. The triple assault was incredible. I lasted for a few minutes, then filled Mira's mouth. All that talk about sharing my cum wasn't just to turn me on, as they did actually share it between their mouths in a series of kisses.
Realizing it would take a while for me to get hard again, Larisa stayed next to me, to hold my soft cock in her mouth, keeping it warm, as the girls went over to double-blowjob Nikolai. Watching their naked butts sway and wiggle as they bobbed their mouths on their brother's cock got me going again. We ended up as a group, back on the sheepskin, this time with Mira in the middle. I fucked her pussy, Nikolai fucked her mouth, she fingered her sister and mother, and they sucked her tits. This went on a long, delicious, delirious time.
When Nikolai cried out that he was about to come, a strange idea came over me.
"Do it on her tits." I said.
Now, coming on a woman's face, tits, or elsewhere on her body is not usually a guy wants. Unless the guy has a fetish about it, or the woman doesn't want it in her mouth. Otherwise, it just feels a lot nicer to come inside a woman's body. Facials are something found mostly in porn, done for the camera. But this was my night. I knew Nikolai hadn't come yet that day, there would be a lot of cum, and I felt the unexplainable desire to see it raining down on Mira's beautiful breasts.
He barely got his cock our of her mouth in time. The others drew back, he aimed, and he came. Spurt after spurt landed on Mira's nipples, trickling down her breasts. I steadily thrust into Mira's pussy, which made her tits wiggle as they were glazed with her brother's thick cum.
"Mmmm, that's sexy, now clean me up." said Mira, holding her breasts, pushing them together to make them stand out.
Larisa and Katarina looked at each other, and hesitated. I suddenly realized what had happened. Nikolai had never explicitly expressed a sexual interest in his mother, and she had never expressed an interest in him. We fucked as a family, but mother and son had never touched each other in a sexual way. It was very likely that she had never actually tasted his cum.
"C'mon, do it!" said Mira, consumed with lust as I continued to slam into her.
"Do you... want me to do it?" asked Larisa, looking me.
I was distracted by Mira's tight pussy, so it was hard for me to think clearly, but anything kinky sounded good to me.
"Yes!"
"Is it sexy, for me to do this?" Larisa was making it clear that this was something she would, generally, never do of her own accord. But she was also implying that she would do it for me, if it turned me on.
"Yes. It's sexy."
"OK." She lowered her head, along with Katarina, and together they sucked and licked Mira's tits, cleaning them, swallowing the cum. My cock grew even harder. I was about to come inside Mira, and said so.
"Oh, so it is sexy for you." said Larisa. "Then, this is sexy too."
I stared in shock as she turned her head. Nikolai's cock hung there, half-hard, dribbling cum from its tip. Larisa swallowed his entire cock with one gulp. Observing this last incestuous barrier collapsing pushed me over the edge, flooding Mira's pussy.
I pulled out and sat back, totally drained. The other continued to have sex, especially Katarina drinking my cum from Mira's pussy and giving her sister an orgasm, but mother and son did not touch each other again. In fact, they never went farther than they did that night.
I packed, to be ready for an early morning departure. Mira and I slept soundly, that night. I was asleep, spooned behind Mira, when Nikolai came into our bedroom to wake us up. So comfortable together, and so sleepy, neither of us wanted to move. Nikolai prodded his sister, but she refused to budge. Her hand reached back to hold me in place.
"Wait... wait... one last time." she mumbled, half-asleep. "I'm going to miss him."
"You want to have sex, now?" he complained, incredulous. "You've only got fifteen minutes."
"Put in in me." she mumbled.
I was in the right position to push into her from behind, but I was mostly soft. After some thrusting and wiggling, I was half-hard, and managed to get it inside her pussy.
"No, no time." she mumbled. "In my ass. And give me something to suck on."
I wet some fingers with saliva, wet them some more in her pussy, and played with her ass as I got completely hard. Nikolai sighed and pulled out his half-hard cock, kneeling on the bed to let Mira suck it. She was being greedy, but we all knew it was a hard time for her, saying goodbye to me, so he humored her. She moaned around his cock as I buggered her. Our anal sex was brief, shallow, and half-asleep, but it was also extremely hot and effective.
"OK." said Nikolai as soon as I came. "Shower. Get ready. Now!"
We managed to get cleaned, dressed, bundled up for the cold, and out the door. It was a clear day, pale blue sky and sunlight, but still very much winter. There was no fooling around in the car. We just hugged each other in the back seat. Long kisses in the airport. Saying goodbye at the gate was painful.
I had a window seat, looking at the Molvanian capitol as we pulled up and away. My heart was still there, with Mira.
Immersing myself in my classes helped a little. I spoke with Mira every week, on the phone. There was no private place in my dorm to use the telephone, so I slipped into Molvanian whenever we discussed anything personal or sexual. It was a sufficiently obscure language that we were safe from eavesdroppers.
I made my family happy by going home for spring break. I did my best to put in quality time, making up for missing Christmas with them. My parents fussed over me and plied me with questions about school, and about Mira. I kept my stories about Mira, her family, and our time together brief and carefully censored, but I didn't hesitate to fully express how much I was in love with her.
I was determined to fly right back to Mira on the first day of my summer vacation, but my family put up resistance, complaining they wouldn't see me for years if I kept disappearing to Eastern Europe at every opportunity. Finally, we agreed on a compromise, confirmed with some trans-Atlantic phone calls: I would spent the first two months in Molvania, then for the last three weeks of summer, I would fly back home, with Mira! This satisfied my desire to be with her, my family's desire to have me around, and Mira's long-held interest in discovering where I was from, and meeting my family.
In the remaining months of the school year, my calls with Mira were increasingly about Katarina's pregnancy. Mira's family had made many friends since they moved to the city. This was a new thing for all of them, since their life with Drago had been dominated by him and his shady friends, leaving them socially isolated. Now, they had friends and neighbors visiting often, and one of these was a midwife. I got regular updates on Katarina's progress, and we speculated about her due date. Best guess put it at just a few days after I arrived, at the end of my school year, unless she was early. I hoped that I would be there for the birth. I knew it was their child, only mine in a biological way, but I still felt a bond.
My long-distance relationship with Mira was tough, but it helped me avoid the preoccupation with girls and dating that so heavily distracted my friends at the university. Of course there were attractive and interesting girls around me, but there were no sparks. My heart was already taken, and no fantasy of sexual conquest with a co-ed could touch the wellspring of erotic memories I had with Mira. It let me focus better on my studies, which went very well.
I had booked my flight for the very first day of vacation, the day after my last final exams. That last week was intense. Studying put me up very late at night, which was conveniently a good time to call Molvania, where the time zone was many hours ahead. The phone calls were daily then, with lots of detail about Katarina's impending birth. Finally, the exams were over. Sleep-deprived, I did my packing and made it to the airport.
Summer Arrival
When Mira and Nikolai met me at the airport gate, she was wearing a great deal less than she had in the winter. She looked stunning, but in a very different way, with a sheer top over her braless breasts, and a skirt that exposed her wonderful legs. Holding and kissing her with so few clothes on, in the middle of the airport, felt almost indecent. Soon we were in the back seat of the car, fooling around on the way home. We kissed so hard we could barely breathe, then our hands were all over each other. I had been hard as a rock from the moment I got off the plane, in anticipation. Mira collected a mouthful of my cum to drink, then right there in the back seat, she swung herself into my lap facing me. There wasn't quite enough room to move properly, and definitely not enough privacy as we drove down the highway, but she was past caring. Everything was hot. The summer air outside, the car seat, Mira's body, and especially the inside of her pussy. Between the heat and the cramped seat, I managed to avoid coming.
Once again, the family met me at the house with hot kisses. I couldn't believe how large Katarina's belly was. She wore a long, very thin dress which draped over her pregnant abdomen like a tent.
"Ethan!" she squealed, as we stood kissing. "It's not comfortable for me to stand very long, let me sit down."
"OK, OK. I just want to kiss you all over."
She reclined in a chair, and pulled off her dress. I wasn't too surprised to find her completely naked underneath. I kissed her mouth while running my hands all over her bulge, then I went down to kiss her bulge, all over. The others sat around, smiling as they watched us. From all the phone calls, I knew exactly the condition of her pregnancy, and I also knew pretty well what was happening in the house, sexually. I knew that Katarina's pussy had loosened considerably, to the point that Nikolai had stopped fucking her there. He fucked Mira's pussy instead, but usually came in Katarina's mouth. And I had heard some interesting stories, which I was curious about seeing first-hand.
"Mira," I asked, "do you really do to her... what you told me about, on the phone?"
"Oh yes, it's very sexy." said Mira. "Katarina, is now a good time to show him?"
"Now? Ethan just arrived, he's probably jetlagged." protested Nikolai.
"Oh yes, now is a very good time." said Katarina, ignoring him.
"Let me go wash my hands." said Mira, dashing off.
I knelt between Katarina's legs, which she spread to give me better access. I used my fingers to trace the outlines of her labia, which were fairly swollen and very different looking. Her clit looked larger as well. I kissed her clit, softly, and she sighed with contentment.
Mira came running back, and knelt by my side. I moved, to give her access.
"I always start slow." she explained. She slid three, then four fingers into her older sister's pussy, which went in very easily. She swirled them around, getting them wet.
"You can suck her clit, that always helps." said Mira.
"Yes, it's never a bad idea." agreed Katarina with a smile. From where we knelt, I could just barely see her face around the bulk of her belly.
We took turns sucking her engorged clit. Mira kept swirling her fingers around, getting them wetter and pressing them deeper. Katarina's inner and outer lips spread wider and wider, as she encountered Mira's knuckles. Finally, the knuckles slipped past, and Mira's whole hand slid inside.
"Oh my God." I muttered, watching the obscene sight. Mira laughed softly and started to gently move her hard.
"I make a fist, like this." she said, slightly pumping in and out. Katarina moaned.
"I can't believe the midwife actually recommended it." I said in astonishment.
"Well, not exactly." explained Larisa. "The midwife said it would be good for her to spread the opening with fingers, to gently stretch, to get herself ready. It was Mira that decided this... fisting, would be a good idea."
"And... I... like.. it." gasped Katarina.
"God, this is making me hard again." I gasped, stepping back to stare at Mira's hand plunging in and out in her sister's pussy.
"Oh good." said Mira. "Because I promised Katarina that she could drink some of your cum as soon as you got home."
"Come, put it in my mouth." asked Katarina.
I pushed off my pants and put my hard cock in her mouth. It was all sticky from fucking Mira in the car on the way home, but I knew Katarina wouldn't mind. She applied intense suction, moaning as she discovered the taste of sex on my cock. Gently, I thrust into her mouth, in synch with Mira's fist. Looking over Katarina's body, I found it was strangely beautiful in the throes of pregnant sex, a different beauty than I had seen in her body before. It was hard to think objectively, though, as the saying goes about beauty in the eye of the beholder. The beauty I saw, did it have to do with the look of hunger and lust in her eyes? The hot feeling of her tongue, as I slowly fucked her mouth and throat? The eagerness with which she rocked her hips, as her little sister fist-fucked her pregnant pussy?
Larisa moved to Katarina's side, stroking her daughter's swollen breasts tenderly, looking up at me. "You should come soon. She needs to rest."
"Yes." I gasped. "I'm... coming... soon."
Larisa moved her mouth down to suck on a nipple. I glanced down, and saw Mira had her sister's whole clit in her mouth. Mira's fist was moving faster, now, and I sped up my own thrusts into Katarina's mouth. Katarina's muffled moans hit a high note, and I realized that she had just come. That did it for me, pushing me over the edge. I gave Katarina what she asked for, and she hungrily swallowed.
Very quickly, the sexual scene ended. Mira pulled me off to take a shower with her, as Katarina was assisted to move from her chair to her bedroom, to rest.
Birth
The predicted due date was three days after my arrival. Katarina came very close to that mark, just under a week after I arrived.
That week was busy, with household errands, attending to Katarina's every need and running around to acquire and learn about baby stuff. The midwife, and Larisa, who given birth four times, were the authorities. We helped Katarina to move around the house, cooked special meals for her. I was conflicted, having to divide my time between catching up with Mira, and attending to her sister. I spent a lot of time by Katarina's side, just keeping her company, talking with her, ready to help in any way. I did a lot of assisting her to get up and go pee, which she had to do very frequently.
I didn't think that sex would occur at all, but Katarina's mood shifted all over the place, and one of the most common moods was horny. She asked for my cock in her mouth often, and in her pussy. As loose as it was, there was still a nice slippery sensation. I'm not sure what it did for her, perhaps helped to distract from the other discomforts of pregnancy. For me, more than the physical sensations of her pussy, there was the erotic appeal of fucking her in such an incredibly pregnant condition.
She even got me to fuck her ass a few times that week. I was reluctant, thinking that perhaps it was not a great idea in her condition. I had seen illustrations of a woman's body in pregnancy, and the uterus grows so large that it pushes everything else out of the way. The bladder and colon don't have much room at all. But when she started talking dirty again, going on about how she wanted to be my "cum-drinking, pregnant anal slut", I gave in. With some soft pillows in the right place, she was reasonable comfortable on her hands and knees, so that's the position we used for ass-fucking. I certainly did not thrust deep, just half-way in, deep enough to get me off and give her the sensation, without harming her.
More than once, Nikolai was there to help. When I came too quickly in his wife/sister's ass, he took over. Together, we kept her ass stimulated, whatever benefit she got from it. Mira also came by to fist her sister's pussy. She even taught me to do the fisting myself, when Katarina's pussy really started to stretch. Having my fist inside Katarina was very strange, almost more anatomical than sexy, but extremely intimate. As part of Mira and I working on her nipples and clit, it was an effective part of making Katarina orgasm.
At the end of the week, Katarina gave birth to a healthy baby boy. I didn't go the hospital with her and Nikolai, but we got updates by the minute via Nikolai's cell phone. To everyone's delight, labor was short and relatively easy. Mira, cheeky as ever, took partial credit for the smooth delivery, claiming it was all the fisting. We all glowed with pride when we saw the baby for the first time. I stayed out of the way, letting Nikolai assume all the roles of fatherhood, but it did feel as if somehow we were all parents.
After the birth, Katarina was breast-feeding, and out of the picture sexually. Mira and I shifted our attention to each other. She still had school classes to attend each morning, coming home mid-afternoon. In our time together, we did a lot. I did her homework with her. She gave me advanced lessons in Molvanian, and I helped her read complex works in English. I still had a really hard time understanding the fast talking on radio and TV. We explored the city, shopped, played, and of course, fucked like rabbits.
Summer Fun
Sexually, the first major event of that second summer was discovering lubricant. When we discovered it at a sex shop, along with dildos, vibrators and all sorts of other gear, it was a major revelation. Anal sex became something far more comfortable and common around the house. When Nikolai saw how easy it was with lubrication, he finally agreed to give Mira the double-penetration she had been asking for, him in her pussy, myself in her ass.
Slowly, Katarina re-entered our lives sexually. At first it was just oral sex, or very gentle sex with Nikolai. She loved the small vibrator we bought her, using it even when she was nursing.
As the summer heated up, Mira and I began to go out more often at night, to dance and mingle socially. We made a lot of friends and met fascinating people our age, mostly Molvanian but also some Western Europeans who were traveling through. Mira wore her sexuality very openly, dressing provocatively and flirting with everyone attractive, male and female. In the middle of the summer, on a crazy hot night, we ended up bringing home another couple with us, and having sex with them. It was the first time I ever saw Mira have sex with a man other than myself or her family. I think I did feel some small pangs of jealousy, watching Mira with him, but they were overshadowed by how much fun she was obviously having. I also thoroughly enjoyed kissing, sucking and fucking his petite girlfriend. He and I wanted to see them together, but his girlfriend was straight, so she wouldn't go down on Mira. That didn't stop Mira from going down on her. Then the lube came out, and things really got wild.
Weeks flew by, and too soon it was time for Mira and I to fly home to the USA. Mira was insecure about her English skills, but I assured her there would be no trouble, and there wasn't. My parents were absolutely delighted to meet Mira. They found her thick accent completely charming, and they loved her outgoing personality. Those three weeks were a very significant time for Mira, and our relationship. There were some misunderstandings and differences, some stress with Mira being so far from her family, but we worked through them. By the end of the summer, I knew I wanted Mira to be my wife, some day.
Conclusion
Now this story is coming to a close, but I want to tell you a few things that happened.
Our day had to wait for three years, until I graduated from University. By then, Mira and I had grown up tremendously. There had been two more summers together, in which we had many experiences together, including backpacking together around Europe. She graduated from the Molvanian equivalent of high school, and started to work with a volunteer agency. I impregnated Katarina twice more, giving her and Nikolai a total of three children.
We announced our engagement at the start my senior year. That winter, she moved to the USA to be with me for the last half of my school year. There was difficult paperwork to allow this, which we worked on well ahead of time. Our wedding date was set for June, after my graduation.
Mira stopped taking her birth control three weeks before the ceremony. We held the wedding in Molvania, not far from the family's house. Seeing my parents in Molvania was strange and funny, and I did a lot of translating for them. Within a week of the wedding, Mira was pregnant with the first of our three children.
We did not name any of them, not any of Katarina's children, after their father. Nor will we ever involve them sexually, as he did when his children were age 6. Katarina's oldest is now 11, and our oldest is 7. We've never hid sex from the children, but we don't make a big deal about it either, and they've naturally shown not the slightest interest in adult behavior. They are children, after all.
Mira and I still have sex with her family, on the occasions we are in Molvania. Once a year, I buy Larisa flowers, take her to dinner, and make slow, passionate love with her, just the two of us. On my birthday, or another day if I'm not there at that time of year, they all gang up on me and I have three women working to please me all day long. We're still young, our sex drives are still high, and we still learn things about each other, sexually and otherwise, learning and growing together.
In concluding my story, I'm acutely aware of all the things I've left out. To protect our identity, I've left out so much about the real, fascinating country which I've disguised by naming Molvania. With so much left out, the story I've told could very well have happened in many other parts of the world - South America, Asia, Africa... (well, perhaps not our first magical, snowy winter together.) But for me, my love for the woman I've called Mira is inextricably linked with my love for her Eastern European country, language and culture, and this story couldn't have happened anywhere else.
The End