Fucking the Diamond Girls

You aren’t expecting to fuck the Diamonds.

You’re a pretty average high school student. Eighteen years old, birthday right in the middle of the year. A few friends. A few girlfriends too, but never anything serious. The only one of the Diamonds you know is Stacy, and she’s…

Well. It’s not that she’s weird. Or ugly. Honestly, until you two get assigned as lab partners, you barely think about her. Dark hair, pale skin, brown eyes – but dressed, eternally, in a hoodie, baggy jeans, and formless boots. Head down. Mouth shut. Avoiding eye contact with everyone.

Still. Turns out she’s an okay lab partner. The two of you get along fine, really, and honestly? On closer inspection, she’s kind of cute. Sweet little heart shaped face, full lips, and you think maybe she’s got a rocking body under those clothes. Nothing comes of it, of course – she’s too shy to do anything, you think, and you need the credit for this class. Still. She’s nice to look at.

That’s why you aren’t really expecting anything but homework and maybe some light socializing when you trudge up the driveway to her house that Saturday. You got sick last week, and now you have to make up the homework. Waste of half your weekend, honestly.

Stacy’s at the front door as you get close, looking at you shyly through her fringe. The hoodie’s gone for once – she’s in a cute little spaghetti-string top, and what do you know, she is hot as fuck underneath. Her tits, easily double D cups, if not Es, are huge and perky, almost erupting above her neckline, but her waist sinches in like an hourglass.

Wow, you think. Little Miss Diamond’s been hiding some serious game.

“Hi,” she murmers, smiling a little.

“Hey,” you reply. “Ready?”

“Uh. Yeah.”

…That’s odd. She seems nervous. Moreso than usual. You thought she’d gotten used to you by now.

“Just give me one sec,” she says, before you can ask any questions. “I just – have to…”

She looks over her shoulder again. Back at you. Bites that full bottom lip.

“MOM?!”

Silence. Seems like she’s the only one home. That seems to chill her out a little.

“Okay. Come on in.”

She takes you by the hand and drags you inside. The house is honestly gorgeous. Big. Spacious. Lots of tasteful furniture and nice artwork on the walls. You’re kind of surprised. You never had Stacy down as a rich kid. It doesn’t seem to register with her, though, and she darts through the hall with you in tow, pulling you into a side room.

“Sorry. I – my family are kind of…”

She doesn’t finish.

Any other day you would probably have let it go. Any other person. But you’re feeling kind of curious, and this seems more interesting than studying. And honestly, Stacy’s a push-over. You can throw your weight around a little bit, surely.

“Kind of… what?”

She flushes. It’s a very cute look on her.

“It’s… don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”

“I think I’m gonna, though. Come on, Stacy. What’s going on?”

For a second, you don’t think she’s going to say anything. Maybe this was a bad idea. But then her little shoulders slump in defeat, and that’s that.

“We… I… okay. Um. Look. My- family – my sisters and my mom and me… we’re sluts.”

…Hang on, what?

She must catch your shock by the look on your face, because she flushes again.

“No, wait, it’s not-“

“Stacy, you haven’t been with any guy at our school,” you say, slowly. “I know you haven’t. People would talk about it if you had.”

“That’s not-“

“I mean, okay, maybe you were really sneaky about it, but-“

“That’s not what I meant!”

Wow. Stacy Diamond can shout, it turns out. Honestly it’s adorable. Makes those surprisingly perky tits bounce nicely, too.

“Sorry,” she says, awkwardly, dropping her eyes again. “But – you need to understand. No-one knows at school. I don’t think anyone knows in town. Dad always kind of… kept us in check? Until he left, at least. And no one really took advantage after. But. It’s…”

She sighs, and sits down on a couch.

“It’s a thing on my mom’s side of the family. The girls all just… want it. From like puberty onwards, all the time, pretty much. Or most of the time. It’s really easy to get us going. Touch us, tell us what to do… that’s really all it takes. And we’re really submissive too. If you want to do stuff to us, you just… can. And we’ll let you. And we’ll like it. A lot, honestly. But dad hated it, so he’d make me and my sisters dress like we do. Mom only left the house with him.”

…Well. That. That is a lot, right there. You look around the room properly for the first time while you think. It’s gorgeous too. The couch is low and wide, like a bed, and there’s a wide desk against the wall. Above it hangs pictures. Stacy, maybe a little younger than she is now, grinning at the camera in a bathing suit (revealing her truly magnificent chest is accompanied by a fantastically vast ass too), along with two similarly sexy older girls, both dark haired and pale skinned like her, their bodies looking like something you’d only find in truly great porn. Next to it is another picture, you have to assume of her mom – and holy shit, if the dictionary had pictures, you’d have to assume she’d be in it under MILF.

No sign of Dad though. Interesting.

“How long has your dad been gone?”

Stacy shrugs.

“About a year, now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. He was an asshole.”

You nod, slowly.

“So… when you brought me in…”

“You’re the first guy in this house I haven’t been related to in like eight years. Dad just stopped inviting them back when Maria got the family temperament. I don’t think I was supposed to invite you back.”

Okay. That makes sense.

Slowly, you turn to look at Stacy.

“So. Just to get this straight. You. Stacy Diamond. Are a slut.”

She nods, a little embarrassed.

“And if I –“

“Anyone.”

“Anyone, okay, thank you… if anyone wants to fuck you, or your sisters, or your mom… they just have to, like… start fucking you, and you’ll go along with it?”

She blushes, but she nods too.

“You can tell us to do things, too,” she adds. “As long as it’s a sex thing, or… like, sexy. And we aren’t doms, like at all, so… you could tell me to be really mean to you to help you cum, or, like… call you names or something, and I’ll do it, but I won’t be very good at it.”

Christ. This is crazy. This is freaking impossible. Also hotter than hell, though, you have to admit. If it’s true.

“…Fine. Okay. I’ll play along with this. Get naked.”

And like that, it’s like a switch has been flipped. Stacy’s eyes go wide. Her breathing quickens, short and shallow and . You’d swear she’s even shaking a little. But none of that stops her. In smooth, fluid motions, she grabs her shirt by the hem and pulls it over her head, revealing those full, glorious breasts. Seconds later, she’s unzipped her jeans and pulled them off too. She’s not wearing panties, so you get a sight of her tight, perfect little pussy, small and tight between her smooth thighs. Visibly wet already, too. Her shoes and socks come off last.

…Holy fucking shit. It’s true. You can’t stop staring, drinking in her magnificent body.

“I – do you… like me?” she asks, her voice equal parts timid and . “I’ve never… no one’s ever seen me like this before. I – I hope I’m okay?”

Fucking hell.

“You are.” Jesus. Did your voice just crack a little? Man up, dude. This is no time to lose your nerve. “You’re hot as fuck, Stase. Christ. Okay. Alright.”

Your mind is reeling with the possibilities. But a question niggles at you, strongly enough to distract you from your rapidly stiffening cock and thoughts of everywhere you’re going to shove it.

“Why’d you tell me?”

She thinks.

“I… I just…”

Then, hesitantly, she walks closer, and kneels.

“I wanted someone to know what I’m for.”