Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

Lexi, Molly, and Austin lay back, holding each other tight. The three of them locked together. The bed was warm, the house was cozy. The rest of the world felt right.

“I still think I’m going to hell,” Molly said, “But I’m not stopping this, either, so I guess I’m OK with it.”

“Or maybe nothing happens at all and we just become nothing,” Lexi said.

“Great, I guess I won’t be sleeping tonight,” Austin said, “Thanks for that, sis.”

“If you’re not going to sleep, we could all have sex,” Molly said.

She smiled wickedly.

*

Christine woke up that morning like coming out of a haze. It felt like a long time since she’d stepped back and looked at her life. Every day now, her family fucked and sucked. They became one, in an incestuous tangle of cunts and cocks. Penises and pussies. Father and daughter. Mother and son. Brother and sisters. Together in every way they could think of.

United as one in every possible sense.

Christine had fought it for so long. She didn’t want to be that family. It felt like weakness. Yet she couldn’t stop submitting. And at a certain point she’d come to accept it. She told herself that what they were doing wasn’t dirty or wrong. She reminded herself that this was what she wanted.

It wasn’t perfect — nothing ever was. She loved fucking Austin, yes. And being with Lexi had become a neat little treat. But it would be nice if her husband would stop dicking their youngest daughter. Or, at lease, pretended to notice her lying next to him in bed. Both James and Molly were so frustrating sometimes. But that’s what families did, right? They let each other down. That didn’t mean they stopped loving each other.

Christine was used to disappointment with Molly, honestly. The blonde girl was always such a let down. While Christine was pushing the family to constantly compete, Molly was the one who lagged behind. The fact that James now encouraged that behavior, practically glorified in it, well it made Christine wonder what she was doing with him, as well.

Of course she loved her husband. It was just… After the camping trip, everything was different. Christine saw James in a different light. She’d always thought he was on her side, a supporter to everything she accomplished. Now she knew he was one of them: the people who thought that life was about being good enough instead of being great.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Well, Christine lay in bed that morning feeling great. About her life, her children, and especially herself. Not a problem in the whole world.

In fact, she felt so good, she considered cancelling that morning’s appointment with Dr. Pulisic. It was hard to believe how much time had passed since the family had raced right from the campsite to his office. The good doctor had tried so hard for all of them. And in the end, where did it lead them? Back into each other’s beds (and a few other places, as well).

So, after all that time, what was she going to tell him? And even if she did speak the truth — divulge every incident in excruciating, ecstatic detail — what would he do about it? He’d found nothing wrong with them, physically. Would he sit there and repeat the mantra that they had to work a little harder? Please. If Christine couldn’t stop, then no one could. This was simply their lives now. They were just lucky that nothing could go worse than it already had.

But Christine knew the family ought to go to the appointment, if anything just for appearances. So that morning she gathered everyone up, got them all in the orgy-mobile, and drove down to see Dr. Pulisic once again.

The good doctor looked the same as she remembered him, with his rumpled dress shirt and thinning hair. He smiled broadly when he saw the family, like they were all old friends. One-by-one, he brought each family member into his office and spoke to them. Christine didn’t need to hear them talk to know what her family was saying. They’d all agreed on the drive over.

“No more urges,” James said.

“We’re totally over it,” Molly said.

“I don’t even like looking at my brother,” Lexi said.

“We’re doing great,” Austin said.

“Thank you, Josip,” Christine said, “You’ve helped us all so much.”

Dr. Pulisic eyed Christine hesitantly. She was his final interview; the rest of the family was sitting outside in the waiting room. Christine perched up on the exam table. She gave Dr. Pulisic the same nervous look back.

“There’s one more thing we need to discuss,” he said. He stared down at the floor and kicked his foot. Like pushing a little, invisible pebble. “About your blood tests.”

“Oh my God, did you find what’s causing… I mean, what caused the, um, incident?”

“No, I’m sorry to say I’ve hit a dead end. Even the small leads I originally had have simply melted away. You’re perfectly normal. All of you. Except, well…”

Fuck. The look in his eye. The tests had been comprehensive. Had Dr. Pulisic found a different kind of abnormality? Christine knew cancer ran in the family. Her mother had died from a metastasized breast tumor when Christine was in her twenties. She had an Uncle who died of glioblastoma, as well.

Christine ran every possible horrific result through her mind in a matter of seconds. Every nightmare diagnosis. Cancers, of course. Probably too young for Parkinson’s, but she was right in the sweet spot for MS. All kinds of autoimmune disorders. God, she’d taken such good care of herself. What could possibly be wrong with her?

“You’re pregnant,” Dr. Pulisic said.

Christine nearly fell off the exam table. “That’s not possible,” she said, “I mean, I can’t. The test must be wrong.”

“I’ve run it three times,” Dr. Pulisic said, “That’s why I waited to see you last. I’m sorry, Christine. Is there any chance it could be… I mean, it’s almost certainly your husband’s, yes?”

Christine stared at the floor. No, it almost certainly wasn’t. She hadn’t had sex with James since the campsite. And only that one time. Since then it had been a steady diet of her son. Her little boy had put his own baby in his Mommy. His own sibling was now waiting in her womb. Of all the nightmares Christine had foreseen, this one simply hadn’t occurred to her. Oh God. She shook her head slowly.

“There’s more,” Dr. Pulisic said, gravely, “Your daughter is pregnant, too.”

“Molly?!” Christine screamed. She was going to kill James. Fucking murder him. All the times she’d told him to keep his dick out of his unprotected, little girl. Of course he didn’t listen. Goddamn it. Goddamn both of them. How could they be so fucking stupid?!

“No, Molly is actually the only one of you who isn’t with child,” Dr. Pulisic said. He put his hand on Christine’s leg. A warm, comforting gesture. “I know Lexi’s old enough to hear it herself, but I thought it would be easier if it came from her mother rather than me.”