Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter II (2022) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica) - Sex Stories

Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter II (2022) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica)

... what we do on Thanksgiving so you pressured your mom into this.”

To Sindee’s surprise, her grandaunt laughed gave a thumb’s up.

“You better believe it,” Karen said, sipping her wine again and rolling her eyes. “These two have become obsessed with finding out what you guys do on Thanksgiving. It’s all I’ve heard about for the past six months.”

“So what,” Luna interjected. “I bet it’s some kind of weird deviant sex orgy or something like that. You guys are all freaks and it starts at the top.”

“Like the fat goth chicks have a lot to talk about,” Sindee shot back, firing a salvo for the first time.

“The tranny has joined the conversation,” Luna sneered.

“Most people judge others based on their character, not their gender. If you expanded your mind the way you’ve expanded your ass you’d realize that,” Sindee said, laughing.

“So what do you do during your secret Thanksgiving ritual?” Abby asked. “Suck Sindee’s cock and pray to the tranny gods?”

“With an attitude like that, you’ll never find out,” said Gina. “But that’s okay, I doubt you could handle it anyway. It’s pretty intense.”

“I knew it,” said Luna. “It’s a perverted incestuous orgy.”

“Exactly,” Cathy sneered. “At least we’re open about it, unlike you two diddling each other in secret.”

“Enough!” Karen finally interjected, standing up. “It’s Thanksgiving. Let’s all get along. Can we do that?”

“Maybe,” Abby said. “With conditions.”

“What conditions?” Sindee asked.

“We need to know ...

... what you do in your Thanksgiving ritual, whatever it is.”

Gina spoke up. “That can be arranged, but that carries conditions of its own.”

“Such as?”

“One, you agree that whatever happens here this weekend is a secret. Two, tomorrow, you two and your mother have to do whatever we tell you to do – making you our slaves. And three, if you turn down an order, you have to take Sindee’s nine inches or one of our fists up your ass, and we get to decide if you get any lube or not.”

The shocked silence that descended on the deck in the falling darkness was intense. But Karen was the first to speak up.

“I agree!” she said, holding her hand up in the air. “And my daughters agree too.”

“What?!?!” Luna protested. “I haven’t agreed to shit.”

“Yes you have,” Karen said, winking at Sindee.

Everyone sat there in stunned silence, watching the interplay. Abby and Luna did nothing for a moment, then slowly shook their heads.

“Fine,” they said.

“Great, glad that’s settled,” Gina said. “Let’s all go for a walk on the beach! Get out your swimsuits!”

Gina, Cathy, Marlene, and Sindee all rose and headed to their rooms to change. As they headed up the stairs, Gina handed Sindee a canvas bag. Inside were the gear she needed to get all clean inside, like she would do before their Thanksgiving ritual tomorrow, plus a couple of bottles of protein shake and a large tub of pasta salad. Sindee cocked an eyebrow.

“Get ready, a couple of us are going to have a pre-party,” Gina ...