The New Normal

My parents settled into life in Eden Valley with an ease that surprised everyone, especially me. While I had struggled to adjust, they embraced the change almost overnight. I wasn't privy to the specifics of their relationship before the move, but I had a hunch that there were desires and fantasies they had tucked away over the years, hidden from view out of mutual respect and love. Whatever those unspoken things were, they now seemed to be enjoying a newfound freedom that was evident in their laughter and ease. The air between us felt lighter, and for the first time, we were a family without the weight of unspoken things hanging over us. Our conversations flowed freely, devoid of secrets, regret, or shame.

Initially, their visit was supposed to last just two weeks, but they eagerly extended it another two. They were so enamored with the community that they decided to sell their house and make Eden Valley their permanent home. It turned out that while Heather and I were tucked away in our little paradise, the outside world had been grappling with a pandemic, which transformed many traditional jobs into remote ones. This meant my father could continue his architectural projects from his laptop, and my mother could teach her law classes online.

As fate would have it, one of Eden Valley's eldest residents had recently passed away, leaving behind an empty house. With no family to claim it, the property reverted to the town. My parents, having quickly won the affection of many locals, were offered the chance to buy it. The idea of having my vibrant, lively mother nearby was incredibly appealing, and I eagerly anticipated their move. Heather, true to her straightforward nature, was even more enthusiastic than I was, expressing her excitement with her usual candidness.

"I'll be able to get fucked by dad's monster any time I want," Heather giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger.

"Holy crap, Heather. You are insatiable," I responded, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Yeah, like it's just me," she shot back, her lips curling into a smirk. "You've barely taken your hands off mom's tits since they got here."

I had to concede her point. Over the next month, we settled into a comfortable routine, if the wide variety of sexual partnerships we experienced with many residents of the town could ever be called routine. On a typical morning, I might wake up to the scent of fresh coffee and the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I'd follow the sounds to the kitchen. There, I'd find my dad, pajama pants pooled around his ankles, gripping my sister's hips as he thrust into her from behind. She'd be bent over the kitchen island, coffee mug in hand, her breath catching with each of his movements.

Bleary eyed, I'd pour myself a cup of coffee, the strong aroma filling my nostrils as I leaned down to kiss my sister, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with pleasure. Dad would finish with a final grunt, unloading deep inside her. He'd then tuck himself back into his pajamas and start cooking breakfast, the scent of sizzling bacon filling the air. Heather, meanwhile, would turn her attention to me, her lips wrapping around my cock as I downed my coffee.

My mother might join us, her silk robe billowing behind her as she padded into the kitchen. She'd clean my sister's juices from my father's cock with slow, languid licks, then present herself to me, her eyes filled with desire. I would willingly oblige, fucking her until she came, her cries of pleasure filling the kitchen. Often, I would then spray cum on her massive tits, Heather eagerly lapping it up.

Sometimes, the morning would kick off with a neighbor or two joining, slipping through the back door with flushed faces and eager hands. I could never be sure who it would be on a particular morning; maybe Jan and her daughter, their tight bodies glistening with dew, or perhaps Paolo and Elena, already passionately exploring each other as they made their way in, losing clothes in a careless trail. The moment Heather or I spotted them, we'd invite them in, and the kitchen turned into a kaleidoscope of limbs and bodies, each one finding its way to a mouth, a cock, or a free set of tits. The air grew dense with the heat of our pleasure, becoming a mix of grunts, moans, and laughter as we all fucked each other in an uninhibited frenzy.

No matter who was there, we all explored with animal energies, and went at it in a frenzy that kept the entire house awake. With so much fucking to do, I couldn't imagine a better way to wake up and prepare for the day's sexual adventures.

Our mornings set the tone for our nights. It felt like the sex was endless, and we were always driven to find even more elaborate ways to get each other off. The night before my parents left to return home, we said goodbye with a massive family fuck session. When they had gone, the house felt very empty. Heather and I fucked each other and many others in town often, but it wasn't the same without our parents. We looked forward to their return which wouldn't be for another six months.

Before their departure, we sat down with our parents in the cozy living room, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the curtains. The conversation naturally steered towards what lay ahead for Heather and me. Our parents, both settled in their careers, offered advice on financial stability. Heather and I knew we needed to carve out our own paths. I had been experimenting with photography, capturing the play of light and shadow, and felt a calling to transform my hobby into a professional pursuit. Heather, with her vivacious spirit and bold confidence, decided to launch an OnlyFans, capitalizing on her stunning physique and fearless personality. I was confident she’d thrive, attracting subscribers with ease, given her natural allure and the small-town charm of Eden Valley for collaborative content. We struck a deal: I'd assist with her photos and videos, and in return, she'd share a portion of her earnings with me.

Over the following six months, we dedicated ourselves to our new ventures with determination. I enrolled in online photography courses, immersing myself in techniques and styles, and practiced tirelessly by photographing local women and couples. My eye for detail sharpened, capturing the nuances of expressions and poses, earning accolades from both my subjects and instructors. Heather’s OnlyFans quickly gained traction; her athletic build and infectious enthusiasm resonated with her audience, securing her a lucrative income. My ever improving skills in videography and photography added a polished touch to her content, elevating her brand.

Heather's evenings were meticulously scheduled, with the hours between 8:00 PM and 10:00 PM reserved for her OnlyFans sessions. On solo nights, she’d artfully arrange herself in front of the camera, experimenting with lingerie and toys gifted by adoring fans, while I captured the essence of her playful interactions. The room was often filled with laughter and banter, a testament to her comfort and charisma. On other nights, familiar faces from Eden Valley joined her, contributing to the dynamic content that kept her followers engaged. Once a week, the anticipation built as she hosted a live session, her genuine excitement palpable through the screen. After the final shutter clicked and the recording light dimmed, I often found myself joining the lively aftermath, an unexpected perk of our creative partnership.

In the sultry silence of the afternoon, I devoted an hour to transforming the studio into a tantalizing tableau for Heather's upcoming OnlyFans shoot. We had meticulously crafted a set resembling a girl's bedroom, complete with a cute bed, a student desk, and posters adorning the walls. The studio's expansive space allowed for professional lighting and ample room to maneuver, ensuring every camera angle would be perfection.

Heather had hinted at a new surprise for this session, but she kept the details shrouded in mystery. The anticipation was exhilarating. As the appointed time drew near, the doorbell chimed, and I opened the door to find Cheryl standing there, resplendent in a green and yellow cheerleader outfit. The short, pleated skirt and sleeveless, cleavage revealing, v-neck top hugged her curves provocatively. She greeted me with a kiss and a playful grope before sauntering into the studio. Moments later, Heather joined us, dressed in a matching cheerleader ensemble.

"Damn, you both look incredible," I breathed, my voice thick with desire.

"Thanks, bro. Ready to go?" Heather asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Everything's set. I'll start the video cameras, and then I'll move around to take stills."

"I know I am. My pussy's already wet," Cheryl purred, her voice dripping with anticipation.

I started the cameras as Heather and Cheryl embraced, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. The room seemed to heat up as their hands explored each other's bodies. Heather deftly removed Cheryl's top, revealing her pert breasts, and began to suck on her already firm nipples. They tumbled onto the bed, and I moved in, capturing the erotic tableau as Cheryl stroked Heather's slit through her lace panties, already damp with arousal.

Heather and Cheryl moaned in unison, positioning themselves in a 69 with Heather on top. They slid each other's panties off, revealing glistening folds eager for attention. I ensured the video was capturing every steamy moment before taking photos, zooming in on Heather's tongue delving deep into Cheryl's dripping wet pussy and Cheryl's eager licks of Heather's juices. The room filled with the sound of their moans and the wet, sucking noises of their eager mouths.

The two vixens switched positions, reaching for an array of toys from the nightstand. They proceeded to fuck each other with vibrators and dildos, their bodies writhing in ecstasy until multiple orgasms left them breathless and the room thick with the scent of their arousal.

Cheryl, wearing nothing but the pleated cheerleader skirt, perched on the edge of the bed, recovering from her latest climax. "I think it's time we thank our photographer. What do you think, Heather?" she asked, her voice sultry.

"Of course," Heather agreed, her eyes locked on mine.

Before I could even set the camera down, they had removed my shorts, their hungry mouths already licking and sucking my rock-hard cock. I managed to snap a few photos of them taking turns deep throating my shaft, their lips stretched wide around my girth. Unable to wait any longer, I put the camera down and directed them to lay back on the bed.

I slid my throbbing member directly into Cheryl's waiting warmth, her slick desire coating my skin. Her pussy tightened around me in a soft, velvety embrace, her naked body writhing in the air around us. Her moans echoed through the room, growing louder and more **** with each passing moment. I thrust into her with deep, powerful strokes, her wetness allowing me to slide in and out with ease. Her moans grew louder and more **** until she shook with an orgasm, her pussy tightening around me as she came. Her juices gushed out of her, coating my shaft and balls in a thick, sticky mess.

Pulling out of Cheryl, I plunged into Heather, her pussy already slick and ready for me. Her tight warmth enveloped me, her muscles clenching and unclenching as I slid in and out of her. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head. She bucked against me, her pussy tightening and convulsing around me as she came. Her orgasm was intense, her body shaking and her pussy gushing as she screamed my name.

Not wanting to stop, I flipped them both over, taking them from behind, alternating between Cheryl and Heather every dozen strokes. Their constant moans spurred me on, driving me to fuck them harder and deeper until I couldn't hold back any longer. It was a perpetual dance of flesh, a symphony of skin and sweat as bodies tangled and twisted, fueled by a primal desire that burned hotter with every touch. Each thrust was like a beat, building towards a final crescendo that would leave them both gasping and spent, but satisfied in a way that only pure passion could achieve.

"I'm going to cum!" I yelled, pulling out.

Heather and Cheryl turned around, sliding off the bed to kneel before me. They licked and stroked my cock until I exploded, painting their faces with my hot, thick load. They licked every last drop from my shaft, then kissed each other, licking the cum from their faces, their tongues entwining in a sensual dance.

"I love these sessions," Cheryl cooed, her voice heavy with satisfaction.

"Me too," Heather agreed, her eyes gleaming with contentment.

As the girls headed to the bathroom to shower, I turned off the cameras and the lights, then joined them, knowing that the evening's pleasures were just beginning.

Everything seemed to be going flawlessly, a paradise without a flaw, until we received the devastating news with the potential to shatter our entire existence. Eden Valley and its very way of life were under grave and imminent threat, poised on the brink of catastrophe.