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An Unexpected Family Matter - Simon - 11-24-2025
Part 1
My name is John (or Johnny, depending on who's speaking), I'm 27, and I have a wonderful "wife" (you get the quotes) Tracy, who is 28. We also have two wonderfully developing 13-year-old twins: Michael and Britney. If you've been doing the math, you know our family had an unconventional start. But before we get to that, a little background.
I grew up in a very conservative, very religious household. My father was a pilot, and my mother didn't work. This gave her plenty of time to watch my every move and seemingly drive me to church and back home every spare minute.
My parents had tried for years to have a child (through prayer, not medication), and I was their only successful attempt. Because of this, my mother was especially determined to protect me from "bad influences." I attended public schools until puberty, but then it became too risky, so I was homeschooled.
Everything changed radically when I was 13. I was just under 1.47 m tall, had messy blond hair, blue eyes, weighed 45 kg, and had only a few pubic hairs covering my penis, which was 10 cm long when erect. And it was often erect, which I recognized as a sign of sin… or a sign of wickedness… or something else evil.
Then one day there was a knock at the door, and my mother opened it. A woman and two teenagers were standing there. It turned out that my father had gotten the larger family he had wanted, but two members were living with a secret family.
And his mistress had had enough. The next week was mostly filled with alternating shouting and crying between my parents, and my mother often went to church. Then she decided she needed a break and moved in with her sister until she could forgive my father.
Space was at a premium, so Nathan, my father's other son, aged 15, slept in a bed in my room, and 14-year-old Tracy got a spot in the basement. My father's mother, Granny Peg, was moved into the guest room to look after us while my father was at work. Granny Peg didn't want to look after my father's "bastards" full-time, so they went to school while I was stuck at home with homework.
It was kind of exciting having Nathan in my room, although I didn't know why at the time. He had long, straight hair like me, but it was dark brown, matching his eyes. He was also at least 15 cm taller than me, and when I watched him get dressed, I noticed he had patchy chest hair around and between his nipples.
Dark hairs trailed like a faint line from his navel to his trousers. One night I woke to the sound of his sheets rhythmically moving back and forth. "Can't you sleep?" I whispered. "Sorry, man, I thought you were asleep and needed some relief!" he whispered, slightly annoyed.
"Redemption? What do you have to let go of?" I asked, completely confused.
"You know... salvation. Choke the chicken. Spank the monkey. Jerk off!"
"You... have a chicken?"
"Oh my God, man, don't you masturbate?"
"Nathan, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Playing with. Your. Cock."
I gasped, "I... don't think we should do that."
"Um, why the hell not?"
I flinched at his cursing, but also felt encouraged: "Because it's a sin, of course."
"You're so brainwashed, Johnny, it's just biology. And if you don't do it, you'll start having wet dreams."
"Wet dreams? Like peeing in the bed?" I didn't like that prospect.
"Yes, except it'll be sticky AND wet," Nathan mocked. "Do you want to have to explain that to Grandma Peg?"
“No, no!” I panicked.
"So you have to masturbate. Just take your penis and stroke it."
I pulled my trousers under the covers and saw that I had gotten an erection during the entire conversation.
I pushed too hard and screamed.
Nathan sighed and stood up to get a flashlight. "Okay, here, look."
The light revealed his penis, which at that point was probably about 14 cm long, but seemed enormous to me. He leaned back and began moving his hand up and down. I tried to imitate his movements, my gaze remaining fixed on his penis.
"That feels really great, Nathan," I said.
"Just wait until you find someone to do it for you, Champion," he said.
"You mean people do that to you?" I asked innocently.
"Yeah, you know, when they don't want sex."
"Should I do it with you?" I asked with sudden boldness.
"Um, that would be kind of strange," he said, and paused.
“Oh, okay,” I said, feeling strangely rejected. I was silent for a moment.
“Okay, you can try it a little bit,” Nathan said, “but only so you know what it’s like.” And you mustn’t tell anyone.”
I almost jumped out of bed with excitement. I reached for his penis, which my small hand could barely encompass.
"Goodness, not so hard," Nathan winced. He loosened my fingers and moved them up and down.
When I got into the rhythm myself, his hands let go, he closed his eyes and began to moan softly.
"Damn, that feels really good, Johnny, don't stop."
I stroked his penis up and down for another minute before he groaned, "Oh yeah, here it comes, don't stop." I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was breathing heavily and seemed happy. Suddenly he tensed up, and white fluid spurted from his penis onto his stomach. He ejaculated five times before pulling my hands away.
"What is... this?" I asked.
"That's semen, and if you don't masturbate, it's sticky stuff." It comes out and stains the bedsheets. You might not be producing anything yet, but I bet it will soon."
I went back to bed and began stroking my smaller penis, just as I had done with his. I felt my body tense, just like his, and was excited and anxious that the white stuff would come out too. Suddenly I came close to orgasm, and it felt incredible, but nothing came out. I was disappointed, but Nathan had said it would come soon, and I trusted him.
I slept very well and was excited when Nathan came to bed the next evening and asked if I wanted to masturbate him again. He didn't ask me every night for the next few weeks, but I practiced a lot of masturbating him and then going to bed and doing the same to myself. Finally, one night I came and a small amount of the white, watery stuff dripped from my penis. I was so excited that I woke Nathan up to tell him. Half asleep, Nathan just said "great news" and rolled back over.
Shortly after, Nathan received a porn magazine from a school friend (a treasure from the pre-internet era) and looked through it while I gave him a handjob. I saw a picture of a woman taking a man's penis in her mouth and asked why she was trying to lick his cock.
Nathan giggled and said, "She's not licking it, she's sucking it. It's supposed to feel good."
It felt strange to me, but I liked making Nathan feel good. "I could do that to you too."
"I think that might be too much, Johnny. It's kind of strange, even though it feels good. And your mouth is quite small."
“It isn’t!” I said, quickly bending down and taking his 15 cm long cock into my mouth. Well, I probably only got 5 cm before I felt like I was choking, but I managed it. Nathan had told me to suck on it, which reminded me of a popsicle, so I pursed my lips and sucked.
“Oooooh,” groaned Nathan, “that’s not bad.”
I liked the idea that it felt good, so I kept going.
"Maybe you could try it with your tongue?" Nathan suggested.
I sloppily but determinedly swirled my tongue around, and Nathan groaned softly and murmured "damn." I continued for a few more minutes before he pulled me away and ejaculated.
"That was really awesome, thank you," he said.
Our routine intensified, alternating between sucking and caressing. I got better and better at it, and after a few weeks I could almost take half of him in my mouth. One night he forgot to pull me off him, and a large gush of semen landed in my mouth before I could ejaculate. It was a little salty, but not bad.
Unfortunately, Nathan soon said he had a girlfriend and lost interest in our game. I was still masturbating and now I was ejaculating significantly more myself. Not as much as him, but it felt great.
In fact, one night I ejaculated the biggest load yet when I unfortunately realized I was out of tissues. I quietly went into the bathroom and found... another tissue in the box, which hardly helped. I sighed and remembered we had loads of boxes down in the basement. Since Tracy was sleeping down there, I knew I'd have to be super quiet to catch her, but I figured I could manage.
As quietly as possible, I opened the cellar door and tiptoed downstairs to make no noise. As I approached the bottom step, I saw that a small bedside lamp was on and that Tracy wasn't asleep. In fact, she was lying on her back with her eyes open, and Nathan was on top of her, rocking back and forth. The next thing I noticed was his bottom, small but round, moving in a mesmerizing way. Then I realized that Tracy had a similar, lustful look in her face to the one I'd had when I'd caressed Nathan, and I realized this was the kind of sex I'd seen in the magazine. I knew it was wrong of them to do this sort of thing, but I couldn't help watching.
I retreated to a darker part of the stairs so as not to be seen and saw Nathan grunt, pull out of Tracy, and ejaculate on her stomach and tits.
I had never seen her breasts before, but now I knew they were a decent size for a 14-year-old, somewhere between an A and a B cup. Her nipples were very stiff and a darker pink than the pale skin around them. I also noticed that she had thicker pubic hair above her vagina than I did, but it definitely wasn't as thick as Nathan's.
As they collapsed, I crept back to my room and masturbated again, realizing too late that I still didn't have any tissues. Thus began a new nightly routine for me: I would pretend to fall asleep to wait until Nathan went downstairs, then wait a few minutes before following him and watching from the shadows. Several times I saw Tracy sucking Nathan's cock and wondered if she was better at it than me.
I also saw Nathan kneel between Tracy's thighs, which she seemed to enjoy, because she moaned softly until she writhed. Then Nathan put his penis inside her until he was ready to pull out and ejaculate. I often carried tissues with me so I could jerk off while watching. I felt like the luckiest boy and was in seventh heaven. Then, one night, I heard footsteps in the hallway approaching the cellar door, and I jumped down and under the stairs, just in time to escape Grandma Peg's gaze.
It was too late to warn Nathan and Tracy, who were caught red-handed, when Grandma Peg screamed. She ran upstairs while Tracy and Nathan both screamed. They quickly got dressed and ran upstairs. I waited a moment, ran back to my room, and jumped onto the bed as the screaming started. Grandma Peg had woken Dad, and although I couldn't hear them arguing from my room, I occasionally heard her shout "sinner" and "slut" at the top of her lungs.
Dad marched into my room and turned on the light, but I still pretended to be asleep. He grabbed a suitcase, threw a pile of Nathan's things into it, and zipped it up. Then I heard the car start and speed out of the garage. The next morning, it was just Grandma Peg and me at breakfast, and I knew I shouldn't ask any questions. When Dad came back later that day, he told me Nathan was gone and asked me to pack the rest of his things. I didn't want him to see me crying, so I hurried to my room to do the task. I packed everything except for one pair of his underwear, which I kept for myself.
I didn't see Tracy again for the rest of the day until I walked past the cellar door and she opened it a crack. "Did Dad go to work?" she asked.
"Yes, and Grandma Peg says she has a headache and is in bed."
Tracy opened the door, came out with a crimson face, and hurried into the kitchen. She got something to eat and drink, went back down to the cellar, and closed the door.
***
This went on for a while. Tracy avoided everyone and only sneaked out to get something to eat and drink, until one morning she came out again for breakfast. It was an uncomfortably quiet meal, and we had many uncomfortably quiet meals over the next few days before the tension gradually (but not completely) subsided.
My 14th birthday was in a few weeks, and since I didn't have any real friends, we were having a family dinner. Dad surprised us by announcing that my mother would be coming soon, which made us all nervous. She arrived with a Bible book for young men as a "gift" and asked how things were going at school.
After the cake, Mom and Dad went into their bedroom, where a long, intense conversation was clearly brewing. Grandma Peg said she was tired and went to bed early. Tracy and I were left alone in the study. Without thinking much about it, I blurted out, "I wish Nathan could have come." After a long, angry look from Tracy, I stammered an apology and added, "I know what... happened... but I don't think it was that bad."
"Did Dad tell you about this?!" she asked in amazement.
"No, I... sometimes... watched."
That didn't make things much better, and Tracy blushed with embarrassment. Desperately trying to think of something to say to cheer her up, I said, "I mean, Nathan and I did something too!"
Tracy's eyes widened in shock: "What do you mean by 'what'?"
Now it was my turn to be ashamed, so I looked down at my feet before confessing that I had sometimes stroked and sucked his penis.
Tracy was silent for a while before quietly asking, "But... he didn't do anything to you, did he?"
"No, but I didn't mind! It was fun just playing with him!"
"Well, that was a bit selfish of him, but nice of you."
"Did you enjoy being with him?"
Tracy looked at me as if I were stupid and added: "Yes, of course, much more satisfying than just masturbating."
I was surprised to hear that she masturbated. I didn't think girls did that sort of thing, although to be honest, I had no reason to think otherwise.
“Come to think of it,” Tracy added, “Nathan did mention that it wasn’t the first time he’d received a blowjob from me.”
"You were definitely better than me!", I suggested, as if it were the compliment she wanted to hear.
"I assume you've never been given a blowjob?" Tracy asked.
“No,” I said sadly.
Tracy looked around and whispered, "How about I give you a blowjob for your birthday?"
My cock, now almost 13 cm long when hard, instantly sprang to life. I nodded vigorously and started fiddling with my jeans. Tracy pushed my hands away, pulled down my pants and underwear, and stroked my cock a few times. It was the first time anyone else had touched my cock, and it felt damn good. Then she bent down and put her mouth on the sensitive head, which felt incredible. In a single, gentle moment, she swallowed my entire cock as I thrust my hips forward. "Holy shit!" I whispered.
Tracy pushed her hair back and began bouncing up and down on my erection. I felt my testicles tighten and knew I was about to come.
"I'm going to come," I gasped, expecting her to pull out. She kept going, and soon I shot my load into her mouth. Tracy swallowed until I was finished.
"Good birthday present?" she asked, smiling.
"Hmm... not bad," I replied with a grin. She nudged me lightly in the arm as I tucked my penis away.
"Could you show me what else Nathan did?" I asked.
"Um... after last time, I'm not sure if that's a good idea."
"We'll be more careful! Then we can be sure we don't get caught." I gave Tracy a pleading look.
“Listen, if the opportunity arises where we definitely won’t get caught… …maybe,” she replied.
I was determined to make this opportunity a reality.
***
As it turned out, this opportunity arose faster than I could ever have imagined.
Mom and Dad decided to go to a church-sponsored marriage retreat (obviously for failing relationships), which meant they had to be out of town for a few days. Grandma Peg had a women's service at church that Sunday night and was tempted to skip it so I wouldn't be alone. But I told her I could be home with Tracy for an hour when I was 14. I also told her that if I skipped, her group enemy would assume something was wrong at home, which was the height of church gossip. That convinced her, and I knew we had a good hour alone together.
As the garage door closed, I almost ran down the stairs and gasped on the landing.
"What's going on?" asked Tracy, looking up from her book.
“We have an hour alone, Grandma Peg has a church event, and I thought we could…” I pointed to the growing bulge in my pants.
Tracy thought for a moment and then shrugged.
I almost ripped my pants down in excitement, and she giggled: "Calm down, you sexy boy."
I jumped onto the bed, and she rolled around and gave me a short but firm kiss on the lips.
My hands wanted to reach between her legs, but she pulled them to her chest and said, "Start here," as she guided my hands to her 15-year-old's B-cup breasts. They were soft yet firm, and after I rubbed them as she had shown me, Tracy took off her tank top and bra. Looking closer, I noticed the small freckles and the deep pink, large areolas around her erect nipples.
"I want you to gently suck on each nipple," she said to me.
I placed my mouth on the first one and gently sucked on it, imagining it was Nathan's penis.
"Mmm, that feels good," Tracy moaned. I moved to the other breast while she guided my hand and gently played with her exposed nipple. We switched like that for a few minutes before Tracy started to take off her pants and panties. I saw her pubic hair again and caught my first glimpse of the cleft between her legs. The small outer folds were slightly darker than the surrounding skin. She guided my face down so that I was standing directly in front of her pussy.
She gently spread her legs, revealing the noticeably redder, slightly moist areas beneath. Tracy showed me her vagina and clitoris, then took my hand to demonstrate how much she enjoyed playing with them. I ran two fingers up and down her vulva as she moaned softly. Then I took one finger and began massaging her clitoris, which elicited even more intense moans from her.
"Now do exactly the same thing, but with your tongue," she whispered.
I was a little worried about the potential taste, but I carefully explored her vulva with my tongue. It seemed fairly neutral, so I repeated my finger movement, licking up and down.
“Shit,” Tracy breathed out, “now suck my clit.”
I took the small lump into my mouth as best I could, sucked on it, and let my tongue explore it.
“Yes, I’m coming right away, don’t stop,” she groaned.
I was afraid she'd come like Nathan did with white stuff, but I kept going, and her thighs closed around my head, and her breathing quickened. I felt her start to twitch around me and against my tongue, but nothing significant happened except for a little more wetness.
Tracy let go of me, took a breath and added: "Not bad for a beginner's experience."
I looked down and realized I had come without touching myself. Half of the sticky load had been absorbed into the sheet I was leaning against, the other half was drying on my chest.
Still hard, I asked: "So, should we now... you know... me put myself inside you?"
Tracy smiled: "I think that might be a bit much today, but I have another idea. Lie on your back."
I rolled onto my back and Tracy straddled me. I thought I was going to penetrate her after all, but she just rubbed her pussy up and down my cock. It was wet and slippery and felt really good. Her breasts bounced with every movement, and it only took a minute or two before I felt my orgasm approaching.
"I'll be right there," I said breathlessly.
Tracy didn't stop, and soon my load shot out of my glans, Tracy's pussy was right underneath it, so it only squirted onto my chest.
"That was... unbelievable," I gasped.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, especially because who knows when we'll have another chance!" said Tracy, which I sadly noted.
“Now go upstairs and pretend you’ve been a good boy when your grandma comes home,” she added.
I cleaned myself up and got dressed. I went to my room and grabbed the book my mother had given me, and when I heard the garage door open, I opened to a random page and pretended to be so engrossed that I didn't even notice Grandma Peg coming into the room.
“Oh, you scared me,” I said.
She nodded approvingly towards my book and said, "Don't disturb me, I'm just glad there was no trouble."
“Of course not,” I smiled, although I could feel my penis growing as I remembered the “trouble” I had just 15 minutes earlier.
***
To everyone's surprise, Mum and Dad returned from church and announced that Mum was moving back in. I was a little disappointed because I had less supervision from Grandma Peg, who was happy to be going home where she had less responsibility.
“We will also have weekly consultations with the pastor,” Mama added.
I realized this was an opportunity. I wanted to be alone with Tracy, so I said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, "This is great!"
Mom and Dad looked at me curiously, so I added, "Is it so bad to want a normal household with two parents, as God intended?"
I wasn't sure if Dad would believe me, but Mom smiled, and Grandma Peg's comment, "He read the book you gave him," helped me.
"I'm so glad to hear that!" said Mom, playfully rubbing my cheeks and giving me a sincere smile that almost made me feel guilty for my lie.
It wasn't easy to convince Mom and Dad to leave me alone for the counseling sessions with Tracy, but the timing was inconvenient for Grandma Peg's arrival, and I pointed out that if they came to church with me, they wouldn't have a chance to talk privately during the car rides.
After much hesitation, Mom agreed, but added that at the first sign of misbehaving at home alone, I would have an hour of quiet. Prayer
in the church during their sessions. Tracy gave me a quick wink when she heard the news.
The sessions were on Wednesdays at 5 p.m., and on that first Wednesday, I ran down to the basement and found Tracy naked with her legs spread. I went between her thighs and started licking her pussy with my tongue until she told me to calm down and slow down. I listened carefully and brought her to a satisfying orgasm. She returned the favor with her mouth and hands, and my
The first load sprayed almost instantly.
The second load took a little longer to come out, and my 12 cm long cock became very excited at the feeling of my half-sister's pussy rubbing up and down his shaft.
My loads seemed to be getting stronger, and instead of ejaculating the watery semen I'd been doing a few months ago, I was ejaculating thicker, white strands that reached up to my chest. I was pleased to see hair growing on my nipples and in the center of my chest, just like Nathan's. It was pale blond hair, but I was proud of it.
Wednesdays at 5 p.m. quickly became my favorite part of the week. On Tuesdays, I found it hard to concentrate because I was so excited, and my mother scolded me at least once for being distracted instead of doing my homework.
Tracy and I had started incorporating make-out sessions into our playtime. Deep kisses with her tongue surprised me the first time, as she explored my mouth. She also guided me to insert one, then two fingers into her and bring her to climax, which left my fingers soaking wet.
I hadn't actually "fucked" Tracy yet; I'd just leaned back and let her slide against me. That changed one Wednesday, though, when she leaned forward to kiss me, and her wet pussy slid forward, allowing the tip of my cock to penetrate her.
“I… um…” I began to say as her lips met mine. Tracy shifted her hips, and my 14-year-old cock was suddenly all the way inside her. She slowly lifted herself and sat back down, so I could feel her tight, wet pussy gripping my cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and I groaned as my balls tightened and suddenly emptied themselves deep inside her. It was my second load of the session, but I’m sure it was even bigger than the first.
“Naughty boy,” Tracy said with a grin, not getting up and waiting to see if my cock would go down. Of course it didn’t, and Tracy quickly resumed riding me, a few drops of my semen dripping onto my pubic hair. A few more minutes, and I was ready to shoot another load deep inside her. I bit my lip as my cock throbbed, my semen erupting. Tracy pushed my cock away and knelt over my chest, so both my loads spilled onto my breasts. From that day on, we began to supplement our Wednesday meetings with sex, usually with her riding me, but sometimes with me on top.
I loved watching her face as my cock slid into her pussy, but not as much as I loved making her come. Of course, I was too naive and horny to think about the possible consequences of all the semen my young body was shooting deep inside her. And I guess Tracy wasn't thinking about it either. Not until our third month together, when, after my third load in an hour, she pulled away and fell silent. "I think... I'm pregnant," she said, almost whispering.
My breath caught in my throat, and I felt the blood drain from my face. Holy shit.