The following story was requested by one of my Tumblr followers. It is inspired by a true experience, but is completely fictional:
Nicole was excited. Her uncle who had been travelling Europe for the past year was finally back in the States and was coming over for dinner. She'd followed his travels on social media and had wished that she had been old enough to go with him. But even at sixteen years old, her parents had said "Hell, no." when she asked. He had smiled at her and promised to send her a letter from every location. And he had. She stored them in a small box under her bed and often took them out whenever she had missed him particularly badly.
The doorbell rang and she ran down the stairs to answer it. He looked different than usual. It was the first time she'd ever seen him unshaven, but it looked good on him. She felt heat blossom between her legs and launched herself into his arms, hugging him tight, to distract herself.
"Hey, squirt. How are you?"
"Good," she answered.
"Where are your parents?"
"Mom is still working and dad is in the garage, but dinner is ready in the kitchen. Everyone else is already here." She pulled him inside and took his coat from him.
"Did you like the letters?"
"I loved them."
She heard the door to the garage open and her dad come in. "Hey, little brother. How was the traveling? Ready to settle down again?"
Her uncle smiled. "For the time being."
The meal wasn't particularly eventful, but the more her uncle talked, the more Nicole found herself shifting in her seat. The heat had transformed into an ache and and she could feel herself getting a bit wet, too.
Rose remembered visiting Santa at the mall every year since she was five years old. Photos proved that she'd been doing it her first four years of life, too, but she didn't personally recall those times. And it was probably for the best because she never liked sitting on a strange man's lap. This year, it was different.
Instead of sitting on a stranger's lap, she was sitting on her father's as he fucked her in his arm chair with her male family members, best friend's father and brother, and some of her father's friends watched, their own cocks in their hands as they waited for their turn.
Her mother and the rest of her female relatives were either passed out from drinking too much wine, although she suspected the men had added something extra, or were still on their vacation—a shameless bribe so their husbands and sons could openly play with their newest fucktoy: her.
I wrote this last week and decided to share this before next Masturbation Monday (which falls on Christmas) and have another story then. So, enjoy this pre-Christmas gift! Also, you may want to read this first to get familiar with the characters.
Rose was sweating. Which was unexpected given it was winter. But as she and her brother finished bringing her boxes down to the car, she was ready to collapse. Luckily, the long car ride was going to let her nap and catch up on the three weeks of non-stop homework leading up to the end of Winter Semester. Their Dad was there, waiting to the load last boxes. He squeezed the last one in and shut the trunk. Her mom had decided to go on a ladies vacation with her aunts, paid by their husbands.
Her backpack sat in the front seat so she climbed into the back and her brother sat next to her. No sooner had she clipped her seatbelt and leaned back, she was already sleeping. Her dreams, as they had been ever since her twenty-first birthday, were sexual and featured her male family members—something she never thought she'd say.
Rose was ecstatic to be in New Orleans for her 21st birthday. Nothing like hitting Bourbon Street for your first legal drinking night. As her brother drove, searching for a place to park, her two cousins in the backseat were reminding her of the rules.
"Drink water in between drinks."
"Don't forget to eat."
"Don't accept any drinks from anyone but us."
She nodded to all of their demands. She knew they were just trying to protect her. As the only girl in the generation, everyone in the family was a little overbearing at times, but she knew it was because they loved her. It's not like she didn't know how high the danger of date rape drugs were. A girl in her class had been raped only a few months back. But that wasn't something she was going to dwell on. She was with family. They wouldn't let anything happen to her.