A Family Affair - Sex Stories

A Family Affair

... - had terrified us with the age-related statistics.

I chuckled grimly. "Thanks for reminding me," I said. "Thankfully, I've avoided it so far. I'm lucky: I can work from home, though I hate Zoom with a passion now."

We talked inconsequentially for a few more minutes before she hung up. I worried for a moment about the mountain of food I had on order, and then I grinned when I realised my chances of fucking July again had increased dramatically.

Two days later, on Wednesday, the day before Christmas Eve, my brother's sports car pulled up the drive. David's two lads, Richard and Ian, got out of the front doors. For a moment, I was worried, and then July climbed out of the back, looking stunning.

I helped lug cases and bags of presents into the house. The Christmas presents were left near the tree to be arranged later. I put July in the main spare room - what used to be my daughter's bedroom - at the back of the house, facing the garden.

"One of you gets this room," I said. "I'm afraid the other gets the sofabed in the office."

The two lads argued briefly in that typically brotherly way, all macho bluster. Finally, they settled it with a coin toss. Ian lost and was relegated to my office.

"I need to pop to the farm shop to collect the birds," I said. "Does anyone want to come with me?"

Richard and Ian demurred, but July was enthusiastic. "Yes, please," she said brightly. "I need to pick up a couple of last-minute presents."

It was a short ten-minute ...

... drive to the farm shop. During the journey, July reached over and massaged my colossal erection. "I hope you're going to fuck me again," she said. "I'm glad you were my first, but your enormous dick has ruined sex with anyone else."

We soon arranged that she'd cross the hall to my room after we all went to bed that evening.

Collecting the geese and browsing the shop was easy and enjoyable, though the intimacy between July and me drew tuts and stares.

The shopping took two trips back to the car before we were ready to head back to the house. I won't bore you with the details, but the rest of the day passed without incident. As arranged, July sneaked into my room late at night, and we fucked repeatedly. The first time, hard and passionately, then slowly and lovingly, savouring every sweaty moment.

The following morning, Christmas Eve, I awoke with July snuggled against my back. It was still dark, and the house was silent. When July finally stirred, I turned over.

"You'd better head back to your room before your brothers wake up," I said.

She giggled. "Don't worry, our secret was blown ages ago. Ian spotted me last night, and Richard already knew you took my virginity. He's such a pervert."

It was still early, so we fucked again, with July riding me until we came to a mutual climax.

By the time we had showered and went downstairs, Richard and Ian were already drinking coffee at the kitchen bar.

Ian grinned when he saw us. "God, you two are noisy," he ...