Go for it!

You’re just drunk enough to do it and sober enough to be fully ware of what you're doing. You feel the family dynamics that your closest relatives remember with you being a girl and woman in this family is – intimate and open enough to dare the attempt. And if it fails - well when – if... you turn back into man tomorrow, all of this will somehow not have happened, right?

You lean against your father, kiss him on the cheek and put a hand on the the tent in his crotch.

“You look a little uncomfortable, old man…”

Rub his cock through the fabric.

“Did I do that.? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…”

He moans as you rub firmer. Not interrupting you, by word or action. Encouraged, you move on.

“Would you like me to do something about that? As a special birthday present?”

He gasps, moans. Look at your mother as your hand slips into his shorts.

You're surprised to see your Mum smile.

“I told you it would happen eventually. I should have taken that bet you offered me when Lexi turned 18.”

You look at her. Your father. Then your siblings who surprisingly also grin.

“What…”

“Oh sweetheart. Your little Daddy issues were - quite obvious, don’t you think? We all know you didn't lose your virginity to your prom date, but to your English teacher who was supposed to chaperone the dance. Under the bleachers, was it?”

You blush. Of cruse you you don't remember this. But hearing that story caused memory flashes of you and your English teacher into your mind. He Was a handsome older man. Exactly what you can now recognise and admit to be your type of man. No wonder female you had a crush in him. Maybe male you, too, if you're honest. Sounds legit.

How can you remember this happening to your female teenage self? You never were a teenage girl. Does this new reality have to adapt and give you those memories so you can keep up your persona and learn this lesson?

“I…”

“And all men you dated ever since were notably older, some were even older than your father. We’re not blind, sweety. You've had a crush on your Daddy since you were old enough to have crushes, probably he was your fist love ever?”

She smiles.

You stammer. Not just because this hits you like a steamroller, but also… because… deep inside the question of whether that all applied to Alexander rears its head. Did you – man or woman - have a crush on…

“And I'm realistic enough to know that the way you looked at ME…” - your bother joins the conversation… “ is also heavily related to the fact that I look a lot like Dad.”

Everyone on the table chuckles.

“You… you all think I have a crush in Daddy?”

“You have your hand on your father's cock dear, we can take that as a confirmation.”

Your Mom smiles. surprisingly warm and understanding.

“But.. and.. I mean... you're all OK with that. Of it were true?"

“Obviously we wouldn't have allowed anything to come from this before you were 18. But we're all very much adults now. You know your father and I have an open marriage."

You gulp. Remember that phone call with your mother. In which she apparently believed you already knew, because other than her son, her daughter has her full trust. You nod.

“So, no. I for one have no objections to this. We love by our own moral standards, anyway. If your farther doesn't mind...”

He hasn't said a word do far. His face is red - with lust, not shame or anger, you realise. And he nods.

“I think it’s time this family gets - a little closer, the, my dear.”

Your mother leans down to you and – kisses you on the mouth. You hesitate but can't help yourself to open your lips and let her tongue enter and explore your mouth as she kisses you passionately, hungrily. Not one bit motherly. At all.

Your Daddy’s cock jumps out of his shorts, hard, erect, ready to get to know his daughter very intimately. As you take a short look to the side, you see your brother and sister kissing – passionately and as un-family-like as you and your Mom, his hands on her bare tits. Apparently you and your parents are not the only one who have been long waiting for this family to enter a new stage of - Intimacy.

You close your eyes. It's no use denying, weird as this may bee, it feels - right. Natural.

You lick your lips, your father's erect cock right in front of your face makes your pussy wet. Mom was right, you always wanted this... no.. wait.. you were a boy. You didn’t want to suck your father's cock. Did you?

These conflicting thoughts are futile at this point, your body takes over and whether the urge was in you all along as a man or are new a a woman, your lust for your father's hard cock is now very real. And demanding, reaching uncontrollable. You hungrily devour the paternal shaft , suck it fiercely, greedily, shamelessly. There's no room left in your sex crazed mind to even consider questions of morality now. Which applies to all you relatives present. You're just five consenting adults, following the mandates of your bodies. No judgement, no shame. Your siblings kiss passionately watching you while your Mother kisses her husband gently, softly while looking down at her youngest daughter sucking him off.

You love the taste of your father's cock – more than any other man you’ve tasted this week. It's manly, musky, salty – the basic taste of most cocks, you as an expert now know, but you also can distinguish the fine aromas of every new cock you ate and his are – not just tasty, they create a feeling in you that you can't describe are wholly different than what any other man can do. They not just arouse you. Which they do, immensely, the make you feel warm, protected, guarded. All that - just from sucking a cock. You don’t know if this is something genetic – you share half his DNA, it might cause something entirely physical in you to taste the pre-cum on your tongue. Or maybe it’s nurture - his taste so similar to his smell that you grew up with. You never found a real connection to your father as a man, but as woman you apparently did. So his aroma is that of a man you loved your whole life, who always was there for you, took care of you, was the first man you crushed on. Logical, that his taste – a stronger, muskier version of his smell creates a visceral, irresistible reaction in your female body.

You stop thinking and let your body take over, suck the man with all you real life experiences of the last week and the sexual muscle memory your body seems to come with. Hear him moan and pant, getting you all wet and tingly. You look up into his eyes, see nothing but love and lust as your eyes meet. You have to hold yourself back to not cum on the spot just from tat.

As you let your father’s cock out of your mouth with a pop you have a short moment to assess the situation - your sister is sitting on the table, with your brother's head between her thighs. Your siblings – in this reality with your as their sister, at least - apparently have been waiting impatiently for the moment in which the family officially takes the next step and they're allowed to express their love. You smile. You’re not surprised your brother is on his knees, your sister always had him under he thumb.

You stand up and kiss your father on the mouth passionately, your mother smilingly offering you her space.

“I want you inside me Daddy!”

You whisper in his hear and smile as you hear him gasp audibly. You pull down your shorts, enjoy his lecherous gaze upon your juicy pussy before you straddle him, feel his cock pus against your lips and lower your body into his rock hard cock. You close your eyes, sink all the way down to his lap and stay unmoving when he enters you fully. You hear your mother snicker softly besides you and look at her.

“You always loved to sit on your Daddy's lap, didn't you, {fist_name_female}?”

You frown. Your memories as a boy contradict that statement, but as you look at your father, smell his smoky, musky smell and feel his hard cock deep inside you, flashes of other memories come to your mind.

You as a girl. harmlessly playing on Daddy's lap, you as a budding teenager jumping onto it when you want a favour that he always granted you, you at 18 years old, when you for the first time notice the bulge in your daddy’s pants as you sit on his lap and ask him if you can have his old car when he gets a new one. Rubbing your jeans against his to back your pleas. You blush. Where do these memories come form? You never were a girl and yet... Somehow this intimate connection to your father makes this reality with you as a woman more real, more palpable. Harder to reject? The memories of you as a girl developing a crush on him feel just a real now as the ones of you as a boy pushing him away…. Which ones will you keep after tomorrow?

You shake your head and banning all thinking, your body is willing to take control and your pussy begins to massage your old man’s cock as you slowly and hardly noticeably begin to gyrate your hips, move up and down a tiny little bit, teasing his cock, twitching inside you.

Your mother smiles - gives you a kiss on the mouth. Completely un-motherly, the kiss of a lover with full tongue action, before she moves behind you and goes down on her knee. You look over sour shoulder and see her getting busy licking your father’s balls, making him grunt heavily. He likes that, you notice. You'll be able to learn few things from your Mom, you think smiling. But now you can provide your own, quite big knowledge.

You begin to ride your father in earnest, don’t break eye contact ever - you can see in his loving eyes how much he likes that. Your arms around his shoulder, lean forward and kiss him freely, demandingly, hungrily. You move your hips and and down, pump his hard cock with you pussy, grip it in a firm hold with your strong muscles down there. You break your kiss and have a look around – your brother now lies on the table, your sister has mounted his cock, her back turned to his and rides him in reverse cowgirl style, completely in control of speed and rhythm. You smile to yourself. The women are clearly in charge in this new family dynamics. Good. Now that you are one yourself, it feels absolutely natural like this!

You kiss your father again, hear your mother making messy, slurping noises as she busily supports you down at his balls. If you want to establish matriarchal power structure here, she deserves a more honoured position.

“Mom…

She looks at you.

“Yes darling?”

“I want yo to sit on the table, I want to do you a favour, too.

"Oh, darling how sweet, but you don’t have ..”

"I want to!"

You insist and she nods, stand up and sits against the edge of the table.

“Take of your pants, please!”

She obeys and you turn around on your father's cock, keeping him inside you, always in full control but now facing your mother. You kiss her longingly then bend down, stabilize yourself with your hands against the edge of the table as you dive between your mother's voluptuous thighs and begin to kiss her clit, feeling her pubic hair tickle your nose. It's swollen and engorged, welcoming your caresses.

She apparently very much enjoyed supporting you by teasing her husband. She deserves a reward. You lick the clit, lap your tongue over it until you feel it pulsate and then lap downwards, between her long, flappy lips, lapping up her freely flowing juices, she moans softly as you caress her pussy, lick her lips, kiss and suck on her large clitoris. She grabs your had to push you deeper between her legs, makes you dive deeper into he motherly lap.

You feel a weird dizziness - this is the pussy you came out of, the body that gave you live. You have a surreal flash of a vision of crawling back into her and becoming one with her again. But in real life, entering her motherly body with your tongue will have to be enough to make you two into one. And you do feel like one when her juices flow like a fountain into your mouth as she convulses and comes to her daughter's loving kisses. She lies back on the table and doesn't object as you gently kiss her more, no longer trying to arouse her, but with daughterly love and affection. It doesn't feel weird at all that this love is directed at her pussy. It Is her most motherly part, after all.

It doesn't take long for your other parent to join his wife - he grunts and groans behind you, grabs your hips and shoots a hot load of cum into you. The sperm that created you fills your womb while your lips touch the lips it shot into all those years ago to form this – woman.

You smile. Happy. Contend. This feels right.

You hear your siblings grunt and moan in unison next you your parental threesome as they cum together. You lick your lips as you watch your hot, dominant sister move from your brother's shrinking cock up to his face, sit on it and let him lick his own cum from her juicy hot pussy, making her come another time. You’re happy they finally made the next step - thinking back they've always encircled each other like a moth and the flame, even when you were a man. With your bother clearly being the moth, as he obediently eats his cum from her sisterly pussy.

You smile. One day you'll join these two as well, you’ll not be satisfied with your family's new opportunities until you've had them all. They won't let you join in if you're man though, you’re certain. Will this even have happened if you turn back into man, in the first place? You look around at the absolute bliss in the face of your parents and siblings in post orgasmic glow. Could you do this to them. You being a man apparently made this family miserable, with you being a woman – this home is a paradise. Turning back will take way so much not just from you but also from the people around you.

You sigh. You’re too excited to think about this now. You stand up, smile as the trickle of your father's cum down your thigh and tickles you as you take another sausage. It's cold now but you're starving after the work out. You grin as you suggestively put the sausage into your mouth and lick it, the women roll their eyes in mock despair with their silly, slutty sister/daughter, but the men grin broadly. They enjoy a show.

You spend the rest of the evening naked, sharing many a physical intimacy, kisses and hugs and groping. You get some good feels of your brother’s cock, looking and feeling amazingly like your Dad’s.

Which makes you think - they're both big and girthy, veiny and appetizing. Yours didn't look anything like this when you had one. It was small and pale and unimpressive. Your brother got all the good genes from your father, it seems. While you... You look down at yourself and over to your Mom and sister.

Very attractive women, all three of you. Your tits very similar to you mother's. Yep. Seems like your male body was badly constructed all along. You definitely fit in a LOT better with the women of your family, your mother's X chromosome suiting you better than your Dad’s Y.

As it gets late and you and your siblings get dressed and make your way home vow to have another family, meeting - very soon.

The chill that runs down your spine comes not from the evening cold but from wondering how your decision tomorrow will influence all of this.