Pictures from last summer vacation.

In for a penny, in for a pound, Sara closed the browser and pulled up her sister's Instagram. Maybe soon this guilt could be something she could write out of herself later, but for now, it was half of the fun. Digging back through posts, Sara looked for those horribly awkwardly fun photos. A senior in high school, Talia took a lot of pictures. Of good times, her friends, food, cute outfits, and vistas that she felt were particularly poignant. Finally, she found them. Pictures from their last trip down to Tampa, with Talia taking selfies and pictures of the whole family in little more than enough fabric to make a handkerchief on each of the ladies.

The matriarch of her family was Miriam, 44, in these pictures wearing a navy two-piece, a light blue sarong tied around her waist to give her a bit of modesty, and a wide floppy sun hat. Her body was shapely and thick, her hips full and wide, just primed for gripping. Miriam had been trying to get control over her life and her body, finally over the **** of her husband and ready to move on, and wanted to look good enough to be considered by her partners. For a woman her age, she was coming back into beauty, having lost a lot of weight, she looked fitter than some of her children in some of these photos. Her breasts were so full and large, and Sara often had to fight her desire to get lost in the freckles of her mother's tits. Some of these pictures betrayed the shape of Miriam's pussy lips, and the texture of her areola, fuck, Sara couldn't wait to see what she could do to get her mouth on her mother's body.

The eldest of Miriam's daughters is Hanna, the second shortest next to Talia, Hanna was a very serious young woman, spry and sporty. Hanna had a wiry frame, and where the rest of the family bore round, soft curves, she was sharp and severe. Not malnourished, not underweight, she just got a lot of her father's genes that made her a string bean among edamame pods. Of the family, she had the smallest breasts and the most rectangular of frames, but the way her body was shaped, Sara was still enthralled as she stroked away at her cock. Currently, in her last few years of school for Law, Hanna didn't live with the family anymore and was rarely around. She had some sort of fiance, but he wasn't one for family time, and as such Sara had only ever seen his profile picture in group chats they share.

Sara's focus never drew to him, but for the purposes of this story, this is the best place to introduce the only male among Sara's siblings. In the pictures, Daniel Jr. was occasionally in the frame. more a constant bystander than a member of the group, but his eyes were the same as theirs. While they were all scantily clad, he wore black swim trunks and a long sleeve band tee shirt. Though he was the only man in the house, his hips were wide, and he was a bit heavier set than Sara. No one in the house knew how much he wanted to belong with his family. To be one of the girls. That's why he dressed like that. To hide. Not only to hide the man he hated being but to hide the way he punished the body that betrayed him. No one knew who he was. No one knew he wanted to be called Ruth.

Sara even found herself occasionally looking at her own frame as she dug through the photos. Maybe there was something to what her new cock did for her, catching herself stroking away at herself at one picture that Talia got of her backside. The sun had caught Sara in just the right way, and the way she was watching someone else on the beach really showed off her features. Maybe she wasn't the uggo she thought she was. Maybe if she had given her fitness or her personality a bit of attention, she might not be a virgin who up until recently burned through a vibrators battery every two months.

There wasn't a bad picture of Ayla, the second youngest of the family. An amateur model, Ayla looked like she was more welcome among Gal Gadot and her ilk than Sara and the rest of their sisters. The tallest in the family, Ayla was almost six feet tall, with broad strong shoulders, wonderfully defined collar bones, and slight muscle peaking through along the central line of her abs and around her arms. She was tall and long, and as Sara beat her meat looking at a picture of Ayla's near-perfect tits in the corner of a picture of them all enjoying lunch, part of Sara was tempted to get sidetracked into thinking whether she'd made herself look hotter, or more like Ayla. Her hair was as thick as everyone else's, but long and straight, falling in curtains around her annoyingly perfect face.

Talia was almost as plain as Sara was, albeit a little taller than her, and barely coming out of her awkward gawky teen phase. Talia smiled with her whole face in that endearing little sister's way in almost every photo. Something about her made her something more wrong to focus on. The week of this vacation had started with Talia's 18th, so the pictures were Kosher, but it didn't stop Sara from almost reflexively scrolling past her pictures, and focusing her attention on her more developed sisters. (A.N. This character and the intention of her portrayal is not intended to violate rule 1, and will instead be about wanting to be older than one is)

Finally, Sara found it. A picture of Miriam, Ayla, and Hanna, rubbing one another down with sun tan lotion, their hands caressing their shapely feminine bodies. Miriam's hand was deep in the crevice of Ayla's bust while Ayla was rubbing Hanna's ass with the thick white liquid. On Hanna's fingertip, a glob of the lotion intended for her mother's back was instead being flicked onto Miriam's ear. The photo almost had a natural motion to it, a flowing movement between the three of their static poses. It was so easy to see them as instead of rubbing each other, to be grabbing each other. Instead of lotion, it was something far seedier.

Sara focused on the image, imagining her mom's hands caressing her sister's tits with a lustful hunger, Ayla smearing cum out from Hanna's dripping quim. Gods, she wanted to see the three of them playing with her cum. She wanted to see all three of them dripping with her seed that Sara could now pump into them. Her fist pumped up and down as she fantasized, her toes curling among the covers. "Fuck," Sara whispered as she focused on her mother's body, the twist of her waist, the soft curves of Miriam's ass, the gentle ponch of the womb that all of them. The womb that Sara wanted so desperately to violate. Precum was leaking from her tip, dribbling down onto her now flat belly. Deeper in she focused, the full fantasy blossoming. Miriam with her womb full of her own granddaughter, skipping and dancing around with her daughters, with her sister-wives. Watching Miriam turn to look at her in her fantasy, the image of Miriam's eyes looking at her not as a mother, but as a lover, clung to Sara. Miriam's closing warmly, leaning in to kiss her, their tongues dancing, Sara's belly also swollen with life.

"Mommy," Sara whimpered, and all at once she let go. Her balls, swollen avocado sized, heaved as they constricted and shrunk a little. Her massive cock swelled in her hand, a thickness rising up the shaft in a wake, and like a shotgun blast, Sara's cock erupted for the first time. Sara didn't quite know what to expect, maybe the few poots that she was used to from real-life porn. She didn't expect to have her cum splash against the ceiling, fat globs splashing onto Sara's face and chest. Sara gasped, panting, when another wave hit her, another splash of cum now landing square on her mouth. Another, and another, she coated herself in gouts of cum.

Eventually, as Sara's orgasm faded, in a show of depravity milked the last of herself onto the flat of her fist, before holding it up to her mouth. Taking her cum into her mouth, she savored the taste. Sweeter than she expected, and with a taste similar to her own pussy. As her taste filled her mouth, she felt her grip on consciousness slip away, suddenly deeply exhausted. Part of her screamed to get up, at least lock the door, or plug her phone in, something! But she could barely move, and even trying to lift her phone up ended up with her phone falling away, clattering on the cutter of her floor. Cum dripped on Sara from the ceiling, already cold and coagulated, and Sara shivered as she fell away into sleep.