Open Your Legs for my Family (4 page)

A buffet table is spread there with enough
food for ten. Heathcliff, wearing an apron and a chef’s hat, is
barbecuing corncobs on a grill. Platters of marinated meats like
uncooked beside him. Is there no end to the things the man can do?
A small pig roasts upon a spit which has been erected over a small
bonfire. A waiter continuously brushes oil and gravy on the pig as
he turns the spit.

A similar, albeit much larger, spit lies
dormant close by.

Max’s swimwear is a black thong. It covers
his penis with a tight layering, but – like mine – narrows into a
G-string which nestles deep into his butt cleft. He is so
magnificent with his firm upper body muscles and the six delineated
squares on his abdomen that I cannot take my eyes off him.

He hails his siblings.

They look up. The twins’ eyes are
immediately riveted on me. One of them gives a long wolf whistle as
the volleyball strikes the unguarded sand beside him.

“Score!” Alice cries. She looks up to see
what the commotion is all about. Her face blackens as she sees
me.

I flush.

“Wowza!” calls the twin who whistled. I’m
assuming he’s Brad. Like Max, both twins wear G-strings that leave
very little to the imagination. This is a really liberal family. He
flashes Max two thumbs up. “You really know how to pick ‘em,
bro!”

A grin uncharacteristically lights Alex’s
face.

“For once, I will have to concur,” he says.
As I approach the side of the makeshift volleyball court, he roams
his eyes all over my almost naked body, concentrating on the parts
of my pussy that are bared.

I almost want to put my hands before my
half-exposed genitals for the shame of it.

“Hey,” Max murmurs beside me, “don’t do
that. You’re beautiful. You wouldn’t want me to have to tie your
wrists up behind you, would you?”

The thought of that sends a delicious
shudder through my groin. Max is right. I do enjoy being a
submissive as much as I rebel against it. The silver balls rolling
inside my vagina make me very conscious of my own sexuality.
There’s no way Alice and the twins can know about that, right?

“I’m going for a swim, babe,” Max
announces.

“In the ocean?” I say, aghast. The waves are
very huge, more fit for surfing than for swimming.

“I can handle it,” he replies
confidently.

Oh yes, I sometimes forget how good a
swimmer he is.

Max runs off to the boiling froth of the
ocean. My anxiety doesn’t diminish as I watch him dive and vanish
into the first massive wave that rolls in.

“Don’t worry. He’s a big boy,” says Brad.
He’s wearing a red thong. That’s the only way I can distinguish his
incredibly toned body from his twin, who wears a blue thong. Like
their older brother, the strings of their thongs vanish into their
buttock clefts. They both possess bodies that would have been the
envy of any male swimsuit model.

“Do you play volleyball?” Alex asks. He’s a
lot more amiable than he was when I first met him. He hasn’t taken
his eyes off me once since I came down to the beach.

“I’m not very good at it,” I confess. I’m
still very self-conscious.

Brad says, “Oh, come on, you can partner
with me. We’ve got room for one more. What do you say – us against
the two of them? I’ll bet we can beat their asses silly.”

He indicates Alex and Alice. The latter
glowers at me. She’s in a skimpy two-piece blue bathing suit which
by no means is as revealing as mine.

“Uh.” I’m really not sure with the balls
inside me even though they are nicely stoppered by the crotch of my
sling bikini.

“Come on.”

Brad is so smiley and persuasive that I give
in. I take my place beside him. He gives my behind a friendly
pat.

I gasp.

“For luck.” He winks, and slams his fist
against the ball.

I am not a bad volleyball player. I soon
forget the Ben Wa balls inside me as I get caught in the heat of
the game. Both the twins are terrific players. They run and dive
all around the makeshift court, covering all spaces, working their
divine bodies up into a fine sweat. It’s no wonder they are so
fit.

Alice on the other hand seems intent on
targeting the ball at me. At every opportunity, she hammers it
towards me – aiming for a part of my anatomy: head, tits, stomach,
groin. I do not intend to give her the pleasure of hitting me, of
course, and I fight gamely back. Like Brad, I make every effort not
to let the ball land on the ground.

At the end of the game, Brad and I lead by
seven points.

“Well done, partner.” Instead of slapping my
palm in a hi-five, he scoops me up in a hug. His mouth reaches for
mine before I can protest. His hands roam all over my body.

“Brad,” I say, laughing as I push him away
gently. I glance nervously in the direction of the ocean. In the
midst of the crashing waves and setting sun, I can’t tell where Max
is.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he whispers. “My
brother is one lucky dude.”

He gestures to my swimsuit and grins.

I look down. To my alarm, the activity has
dislodged my carefully placed sling straps. They are both now askew
and slung around the sides of my considerably large tits, revealing
my nipples.

“Boy, do I want to lick those,” Brad says
wistfully.

I mask my embarrassment by tucking my
nipples back again behind their ineffective coverings. Down there,
I realize that the silver balls have travelled to the aperture of
my vulva and are straining to get out through the thin fabric of my
bikini crotch. I will have to adjust them.

Alice shoots me an evil glare. I take it
that she doesn’t like losing, much less to me. She snaps the
spaghetti straps of her own bikini and turns her back onto me.

Max comes back from his swim. Rising from
the waves, he’s like Poseidon himself. His body glistens with
droplets of seawater as he walks towards me on his sturdy, muscled
legs. A pang runs through my groin just to gaze at him.

He envelops me in a bear hug in front of his
watching brothers.

“And how’s my girl doing?” he says, kissing
my lips.

His wet hand dips down to my exposed
clit.

“Max, not in front of your family,” I
whisper, giggling.

“You’re going to have to get used to it,
Gina. We’re an affectionate bunch in these parts, you’ll see.”

“Let’s go get some grub!” Brad calls. He’s
already at the buffet table, piling his plate full of salad.

We tuck in. The meats are grilled to
excellence. Heathcliff comes around with a tray of red wine and
cans of beer. The boys grab several cans each while Alice and I
demurely sip from two glasses of wine.

We sit around a crackling campfire while the
boys go for seconds and thirds. I’m ravenous, but I daren’t pig out
too much in front of Alice. She watches me from hooded eyes as she
nibbles at her food. She’s a tall woman with a curvaceous figure,
but there’s no spare ounce of fat on her. She eats like a bird,
maybe to spite me.

The family exchanges news and tidbits about
what they have been doing. I realize they haven’t seen one another
in a while.

“How’s Dad?” Max asks his brothers. I notice
that he’s a little guarded when he mentions his father. It’s like a
dark cloud has suddenly descended upon his sunny disposition.

I’m seated cross-legged beside him, and he
motions me to come closer. I wriggle my butt towards him so that my
right thigh is now touching his left.

“Haven’t seen him since the last time I came
back,” Alex says, tearing the flesh off a chicken wing.

Max’s hand casually wanders to my right
breast. He cups its underside so that it is lifted higher than my
left. I glance at him in consternation. Outside the Initiation, we
have never before engaged in a non-Phi Kappa Omega public display
of affection.

“It’s OK, baby. This is what I’m talking
about,” he whispers, teasing out my nipple from under the sling
strap. “Just go with the flow, OK?”

His brothers eye my nipple as it appears,
semi-erect under Max’s ministrations. I gaze upon their hardening
crotches. My lips part nervously.

“Who’s he humping now?” Max rolls his thumb
and index finger around my nipple so that the blood rushes into it
and fills out the flesh.

“His secretary, if you can believe.” Brad
crinkles his nose. “No marks for creativity there.”

“You’ve got to admit he has a hot
secretary,” argues his twin.

“Nah, she’s thirty-two if she’s seen a
day.”

“I thought she was an intern.”

“No, that one left. Got a restraining order
against him.”

“She did not!” Alice gasps. “Stop making
things up, Brad.”

“I am not, I swear. You’re out of touch,
sis.”

Max’s hand reaches for my other nipple. He
seems intent to publicly exhibit me in front of his family. Once
I’ve gotten over my initial reservations, I must admit to being
quite turned on. So Max thinks I’m beautiful. He wants his family
to see every ounce of how beautiful he finds me.

That is quite a rush.

“You know, I find it disrespectful that you
talk about Dad so openly,” Alice remarks in a huff.

“Oh come on. Even Mom knows what Dad is
doing.” Now that he has ensured that both my breasts are fully
exposed to everyone’s gaze, Max’s hand dips down to my crotch.

“Some things are not meant to be talked
about in front of other people,” Alice says pointedly. I know she
is referring to me.

In retaliation – because I know she’s
uncomfortable about her brothers openly admiring my body – I jut
out my breasts even further. Max’s fingers delve into the grooves
surrounding my clit. I can’t help but hold my breath at the
exquisite sensations he elicits. He parts my legs. His fingers bury
deeper, inserting themselves into the fragile crotch of my
swimsuit, opening the tender wedges of flesh inside.

“Where are your balls?” he whispers.

I breathe deeply. “Inside.”

“Let me feel them.” His fingers wriggle into
my vagina. I can feel their tips pushing the Ben Wa balls deeper
within my tunnel.

The twins and Alice are riveted to what’s
going on around and inside my pussy. From their vantage, my legs
are splayed open like a common slut’s. Their brother’s hand is
burrowing inside my crotch with unseemly activity. A telltale flush
of sexual excitement has spread from my abdomen to my neck. My
pussy juices are flowing onto Max’s fingers, covering them with a
thick layer of pre-cum.

In the near distance, I can see Heathcliff
giving me a nod of approval, as if to say, “You’re beautiful, miss,
and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Max’s eyes are smoky with desire.

“To your point, Alice,” he says, digging his
fingers in deep, “I consider Gina pretty much family now.”

He closes his mouth on mine. We kiss
voraciously and with growing hunger. His sticky fingers pull my
swimwear’s crotch aside to display my reddening pussy. I can feel
the temperature on the beach heating up and hear the twins’
breathing grow heavier and more ragged.

As we part for air, Max reaches for his
thong and pulls out his rock hard cock. It’s magnificent, as
always, ridged sharply at its corona and capped by its massive
silken head. He grabs the back of my hair a little roughly and
presses my head to his groin.

“Suck it, Gina,” he says. His tone is all at
once commanding, the way I remember it to be during my
Initiation.

I descend into my natural submissive state
and obey. I take his huge cock into my eager mouth. I lick the head
and shaft as though it’s a popsicle, running my tongue all over the
whorls and formations of flesh.

“Hmmmm,” Max says, tipping back his head.
“Don’t stop, baby. Suck it. Swallow it. Show them what I taught
you.”

I lick and suck at his cock for all I’m
worth. Max’s fingers entwine themselves in my hair as I vary my
mouth and tongue movements – performing zigzags one moment,
oscillations the next, followed by snaking undulations.

“She’s got an incredibly clever tongue,” Max
tells the others proudly. “I taught her myself.”

“Indeed,” I hear Alice say in a disdainful
tone. “Is that how you train your pet rabbits, Max?”

Do I detect a note of jealousy?

Max guides my head to take his dick deeper
into my throat. “That’s right, baby.” His left hand goes underneath
my body to caress my nipple.

I swallow his cock as deep as it can go. It
literally fills and stretches my entire mouth, so that I can feel
the sides of my lips straining. His glans crushes my uvula and
butts the back of my throat like a raging bull. I have since
learned to control my gag reflex.

“Impressive,” one of the twins breathes.

“Toldja you should have come to Gifford
instead of going to Princeton,” Max retorts wryly.

“Are you planning on sharing?” another twin
says.

Max strokes my hair. “What do you say, baby
doll? Care to be shared? No, you don’t have to answer with your
mouth. Just nod.”

I nod my head, shaking his cock within. I
knew this would happen the moment Max asked me to get into that
swimsuit. This is all part of his plan, his grand design to show me
off to his brothers. To
share
me with his brothers. He has
hinted as much.

I can always say ‘Yellow’.

But I don’t want to. I’m hot and horny and
ready to be fucked by this supremely gorgeous trio of brothers on
this moonlit night made for lovers. Yes, even with their envious
sister, the butler and the waiter watching.

I hear a scuffle behind me. I’m still
fellating Max when I feel fingers teasing away the crotch of my
bikini. There are four fingers altogether. No, more. Two hands feel
my rump, groping the flesh and prodding all over. Four fingers
thrust into my open vulva all at once, eliciting a gasp from my
blocked throat.