(Grace) Bumps among the in-laws*

Grace stepped off the schoolbus into a home already near full. She and Alex had dozed on each other’s shoulders, holding hands all the way home. Both too exhausted by another long and eventful school day to even discuss it with each other. They had ignored the few flies which buzzed around them: trying to earn a last few bursts of arousal from these sleeping beauties before they were stuck with only whatever outlets home held. Hard done by and looked down on the lesser families of the world might be… but they had little awareness of just how draining every day could be, for those in more constant demand. Both Misses Yarland and Taylor knew all too well that their duties were far from done. There would be two whole houses full of their kin just waiting to unload that special kind of intimacy that only those who have shared too many meals together knew.

The last remaining female Yarland certainly recognised the positives and negatives of those ties, as she was practically dragged in through the front door by one male sibling or another. Her bags and clothing were quickly relieved from her and one eager tongue after another pushed into her mouth. It wouldn’t do not to greet each member of the family properly, before getting down to the serious before-dinner business. Soon enough she found herself kneeling in her accustomed place on the soft carpet of the lounge though. Another form was there to meet her today, explaining the particular gusto with which her brothers were roaming their hands over her body. Skye gave her a warm smile as the crowd of masculine bodies closed in around the pair of them. Daniel’s fiance was looking radiant, as always. The large swelling in her belly looking larger every time. It would seem Grace hardly got to see her soon-to-be sister-in-law anymore… what with all the birth-prep retreats and buzzing midwives; organising this special massage or that extra examination. It wasn’t all bluster when the government claimed it spent nearly half the country’s health budget on caring for expecting mothers... You wouldn’t want anything to go wrong after that first great hurdle had already been overcome, after all.

Yet it was clear that Skye herself got a little tired of all the over-the-top fuss and protectiveness upon her. Coming back to this household she had spent so many days rolling around as a schoolgirl herself… sometimes as a ‘best friend’, sometimes as an official ‘girlfriend’. To Grace the friendly brunette had always been the big sister she’d needed. Teaching her all the little tricks a girl needs to survive and triumph over an outnumbering of brothers. The pair of them embraced warmly in between the barrage of swollen penises vying for their attention. The younger girl could hardly believe how large her friend’s breasts had gotten since she’d last tried to suck on them. That baby was not going to want for milk, that was certainly sure. The pair of them set to work warming up the parade of phalluses aimed at them, working in tandem just like old times. It felt good to lie your back against a sister-in-kind and feel the shifting of her shoulder muscles and tickle of her hair as each of you dealt with at least one in the mouth and one with each hand. Grace never felt backed against a wall when she had a partner in debauchery. Despite the addition of Skye’s own father and brother emerging from the kitchen with Papa Yarland. The older men traded in and out, admiring each other’s beauteous daughter and arguing over the other’s methods of roasting up a meal big enough for this multitude. It truly was simply a perfect slice of the home life Gracey lived and loved.