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“Evan, you’re finally up!” Donna threw her arms around me and hugged me. “You stayed up so late. I was worried you forgot about us.”

I barely reacted to her though, barely even noting the soft feel of her chest against my arm. That was on account of seeing my fiancée, who absolutely shouldn’t have been there.

“Be easy on the boy.” Grandpa chuckled. “He just finished college. He’s probably used to staying up late at night and sleeping in.”

“Are you saying up old?” Donna pouted, making fists at her husband which caused her breasts to bounce. “It’s your fault, always getting up at 5 am. You’re making me feel like an old lady!”

“Ah, but that’s because my hip hurts that I get up in the morning.” He declared. “You’re not without some blame.”

Her face turned red. “You meanie, not in front of Evan!”

“Oh, he’s fine. He’s an adult now. It’s not like he doesn’t know we’ve-”

“What are you doing here?” I hadn’t been paying attention to their joking at all, my eyes locked on the slightly flushed Felicia.

“I already said.” She responded shyly. “Can you forgive me?”

Dad rolled up in his wheelchair. His eyes danced between me and Felicia. He seemed to notice the tension.

“How about we have brunch? Carol?”

“I’m not hung-” I began, but just at that moment, my stomach growled from being empty, and I couldn’t help but wince. “I guess I could eat something.”

“Mm! I will go cook something up.” Mom smiled at me. “Daughter, I need your help.”

“Eh? Why?” Donna grabbed my arm tighter.

“Because it will go faster with two! Don’t you want Evan to eat something you’ve made?” Carol shot her daughter a glare.

“He can eat my… ah! How have I not thought of that? Let’s go!”

Donna grabbed her mother and nearly ran to the kitchen, while Carol smiled and rolled her eyes at Donna’s childlike enthusiasm.

“Dad, can you help me with the thing?”

“What thing?” Grandpa blinked, but after seeing his son’s nod. “Oh, the thing. Yeah, the thing. We’ll be in the study. You can meet us there when you’re done.”

He grabbed Dad’s chair and rolled him away. In a few moments, it was just Felecia and me standing there.

“A-are you mad?” She asked, looking worried.

I shook my head. “How could I be mad? I love you.”

She relaxed slightly. “I’m afraid I went too far by sneaking into your phone. You just never talk about your family. When I found the number under Mom, I couldn’t stop myself from texting her. The next thing I knew, I was agreeing to spend the week up here with you. I was going to tell you, but then you suddenly announced you were coming on your own, so I decided to let you do it and join you when I finished things up at home.”

“Mom can be very persuasive,” I spoke bitterly.

“They all seem nice.” She responded.

“They are…” I replied. “Um, do you want to meet them?”

It was already done. Felicia had arrived, so how could I act coldly now? She was even more pure than my family, and I loved her more than anything. All I could do was push forward and hope I could control my dark impulses.

“I would like that.” She smiled, her face angelic.

I forced a smile on my face and I took her hand. The pair of us walked down the hallway toward the study. As we did so, her eyes opened wide and she stared in disbelief.

“What is it?” I asked as we entered the study.

“It’s just the way you always talked, I thought you came from a broken home. I wasn’t expecting… all of this.”

Dad let out a laugh, causing her to blush. “What did he say about us?”

“I didn’t mean anything by it!” She cried out, waving her hands. “He just said that his mother passed away when he was very young and that you never worked.”

Dad scratched his chin. “That’s true. I used to own a business, but it was something I made with his mother. After she died, I sold it for a few million and could never bring myself to start again. Instead, I just invested it and lived off the returns.”

“A-a few million!” Her voice seemed hoarse. “But he also said you lived with your father because he couldn’t afford his house!”

Grandpa nodded thoughtfully. “The mansion’s taxes keep going up every year. It got to the point I’d have to start pulling from my savings. The interest of our combined savings is enough for us to live comfortably, so I asked him to live with me. Plus, he could help with the chores… ah… sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Dad gave a weak smile. 

“Mansion… living off interest…” Her eyes looked dizzy as she spoke those words like she was unfamiliar with them. “Ah! But Evan lives so frugally. He took out loans for college and was constantly struggling to pay his debts. He even sold plasma and starved himself.”

Both Dad and Grandpa turned to me, raising their eyebrows.

“Hah… I didn’t want to be a bother.”

“You should have told us,” Grandpa spoke unhappily. “You know we don’t believe in borrowing money in this family. How much are your loans? A hundred thousand? Five hundred? I’ll write you a check.”

“No!” I cried out. “I-it’s not necessary.”

“I think I need to sit down.” Felicia managed to find her way to a seat.

I looked at her worriedly. “Felicia, I didn’t lie to you about anything. I wasn’t trying to mislead you. A-are you mad?”

She looked at me, and then her expression softened. “How could I be mad? I love you so much.”

She used the same words back at me, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire inside me. I almost grabbed her and kissed her, but that wouldn’t be appropriate in front of my family.

“Awww…” Carol said.

The two of them were standing in the doorway with aprons on. At least Carol looked clean and pristine, while Donna looked a bit of a mess, with stains and spots on her apron.

“We love him too. What’s so special about her love- Owie!” Donna pointed, only to be pinched by her mom.

“That’s right, I still didn’t introduce you.” I pulled up Felicia. “This is my fiancée, Felicia. We met in college and I asked her to marry me.”

“H-hello, family.” She spoke nervously.

“This is my grandfather, Henry, and my father Alex.” I gestured to both of them. “As for this, Carol is my mother, married to my father. Donna is my grandmother, married to my grandfather.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Carol smiled and curtsied.

“Welcome to the family,” Dad added.

“Yup.” Grandpa continued.

“Take care of my grandson.” Donna seemed almost challenging.

Felicia looked from person to person, a bit of confusion on her face. “Eh? I thought she was your daughter?”

She had pointed at Donna and then Carol. Carol let out a laugh.

“She is my Mom!” Donna grabbed her Mom. “And I’m her mom!”

“Uhh…”

“Honey,” I turned Felicia away from my family. “You remember how I said my family situation was complicated?”

“I-I do…”

“Well, this is what I meant. My Dad married Carol, and then Donna became my sister-in-law. Except, she married grandpa, and thus became my grandma, I call Carol Mom and Donna grandma, although Carol is Donna’s mom.”

“Tcht, I’d prefer he called me sister,” Donna complained.

“H-how did that happen?”

“Alcohol…” Grandpa spoke up. “And a weekend in Vegas.”

“Henry, don’t be like that!” She started to pummel his shoulder playfully. “Our marriage is sincere! Haven’t I been loyal to you for the last ten years?”

“Mm… you have been.” He grabbed Donna by the butt and pulled her to him.

He tried to kiss her, but she turned her cheek in embarrassment. “Not in front of Evan.”

I could see Felicia’s face turning red too. Perhaps, I wasn’t the only one who found my family’s public displays of affection to be hard to handle. Although, while Felicia was just embarrassed by their lewdness, I was turned on. I was jealous I wasn’t holding her ass, and I wanted to kiss her and bury my face in her chest. As soon as I thought about it, I cringed. Even with my fiancée next to me, I couldn’t control the demon inside.

“Have we met before?” Dad suddenly asked Felicia, squinting at her.

“Eh? I don’t think so…”

“Oh, just something about you seems familiar. Maybe I met your mother?”

“Unlikely,” She responded awkwardly. “My mother passed away years ago from cancer. It’s just been me and my sister ever since.”

“Oh! You poor thing.” Carol came out and wrapped her arm around Felicia. “Family is the most wonderful thing. If I didn’t have my family, then none of my holes would be filled.”

“Huh?” Felicia’s face turned a darker shade of red.

“The holes inside me.” Carol declared. “I can only feel full with family.”

“Oh, yeah.” Felicia’s face returned to normal and she ended up nodding excitedly. “I feel the same way! Family is everything to me. I wanted to bring my sister along, but I feared it’d be too much.”

“Oh, not at all. We’d love to meet her.” Carol giggled, pulling Felicia with her. “I think we’ll get along great. Come on, brunch is ready.”

I watched Carol walk away with Felicia next to her, and I had an indescribable feeling inside. Everyone else left the study as well and I had no choice but to join them. I was starving after having eaten nothing all day and was looking forward to having a meal. I wanted to get back to looking in the attic, but that could wait.

We went to the dining room. The table was enough to seat eight, but it wasn’t some exaggerated thing like people saw in movies. My grandpa had always been sensible, and while the room was large, it was comfortable.

The dining chairs sank back, allowing you to relax. There were big arms wrapped around the side that fit snuggly under the table, but hid the sides. It was like having your own soft little cubby hole. As it turned out, the men sat on one side of the table and the women sat on the other. Carol had already brought out all of the food and the plates, so we had nothing to do but fill our plates and eat.

“T-thank you!” Felicia said.

“Not needed.” Carol smiled. “We’re family, so if there is anything you want, just let me know.”

“Speaking of which, I got your car filled,” Grandpa spoke up. “I also went ahead and changed the oil. The sticker says it was a year overdue.”

“You didn’t have to do that!” I looked up and then blushed. “Thank you.”

Grandpa chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. It’s the least we could do. In the last four years, you managed to put yourself through college without our help. That’s very impressive. You should be proud. We are.”

His words left me feeling warm. It had been a hard four years. Hearing that my family was proud of my accomplishments did mean something. I had been trying so hard to avoid them, but at the end of it all, I still really cared about them, and it seemed like they cared about me.”

“You could have invited us to graduation though,” Dad muttered.

“Alex!” Carol admonished her husband.

“No, he’s right,” I spoke up. “I’m sorry I cut you all out of my life. It wasn’t fair of me.”

“Why did you leave anyway?” Donna asked.

“Donna!” Carol shot her daughter a glare this time, but Donna only stuck her tongue out in response.

“It’s complicated,” I responded. “I just… needed to get away from family for a whhhiiiaaaa- ahem, a while.”

I suddenly felt pressure down below. Something was pushing playfully against my crotch.

“Are you okay?” Felicia asked with concern.

“Y-yeah.” I responded, feeling sweat coming on. “Just hungry.”

I grabbed and filled my plate, and then took a bite just as I let out a moan. My dick was already hard, and the person was rubbing up and down the shaft. My eyes darted between my mom and my grandma. Were they playing footsy at a time like this? Did they think I was one of their husbands and put their foot in the wrong crotch? Both women looked fine, but the way the chairs sat, it really could be either of them.

Maybe it was Felicia. Maybe, she wanted to tease me in front of my family. No, That was impossible. Their movements were growing faster. I had no resistance to this kind of thing at all, it felt amazing. I let out another moan.

“Is the meal I prepared so amazing?” Carol blushed.

“I helped!” Donna cried out. “Do you the eggs? I made the eggs.”

“Mmm… so good,” I responded with a stuffed mouth.

Donna blushed happily too. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I put my fork down and with one hand, I reached to grab and misplace the foot in my groin. However, as I touched bare flesh, it took me a moment to realize it wasn’t a foot, but a hand. As if making this discovery prompted her on, I felt my cock gabbed tightly through my pants as my legs were forced open.

“Maybe I should learn to cook,” Felicia spoke up, watching me stuff my face to stifle my moans.

“Oh? I’m willing to teach you!” Carol spoke excitedly. “My daughter is useless with food, but I’m sure you can learn.”

“Eh? What do you mean useless? I cooked the eggs.”

“Okay, then what’s this?” she pulled something out of the egg bowl.

“A bone…” Donna looked away shamefully.

“What’s a bone doing in the eggs?” Carol demanded.

“Is that what it is?” Grandpa cried out. “Thank gods, I thought it was just me!”

“Um, guys.” I didn’t want to bring notice to myself, but I still had to speak up. “Where is little aunt this morning?”

“Hmm? Oh, she does her own thing.” Carol responded. “She works late at night, so she’s probably asleep unless she has something else to do.”

“To do… huh…” I responded as I felt my zipper being undone.

I reached under the table, trying to stop her, but Margot’s hands were relentless. I knew she was playing a joke on me, but this was taking things too far. My fiancee was speaking up about something, but I could not hear a single word she was saying. I felt Margot finally succeed in slipping her hand down my pants. I nearly yelped, but managed to stifle it, and quickly covered my mouth. My dad was looking at me funny, and he wasn’t the only one.

“I bit my tongue.” I made the excuse quickly.

I couldn’t move with everyone’s eyes on me, so I could only wait as Margot fished out my dick through my pants. I couldn’t believe she was doing this. This wasn’t even a funny joke!

I wanted to push her off, but the more I tried to reach under the table, the more I risked making everyone suspicious. Margot had a tight grip around the base of my cock. Part of me was horrified, but part of me was aroused too. What was my little aunt doing? Didn’t she know this was sex? When I felt her lips touch my cock, my body froze.

I couldn’t think straight as I felt my little aunt’s lips kissing up and down my shaft. She was crazy. No, maybe I was the crazy one. If anyone found out what was happening, it would be disastrous. The worst part was that my own body was starting to enjoy it. What was this girl doing to me?

I was trying my hardest to act normal. I could see everyone’s faces. Their reactions were important. They were looking at me as if waiting for a response to something. I had to think quickly.

“Oh, uh, right. I’m sorry. I’m a bit distracted.” I spoke up.

I hoped that would satisfy them. I could barely speak. It was taking all my effort to hold back a moan. As the conversation went on, I noticed Margot’s mouth was starting to move faster. Her tongue was pressing against my tip. This was the first time a girl had ever touched my cock, and it felt amazing.

Margot’s tongue swirled around the head, and she started to bob her head up and down. It was a wonder no one had heard the sucking noises. I could barely stay still. I had to resist the urge to grab the back of her head.

The sensation was overwhelming. My dick had never felt anything like this. The countless times I masturbated were nothing compared to this. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I tried to focus. Everyone was still looking at me. They had stopped speaking and were all watching.

“Uhh…” I could barely speak. My face was sweating, and I was struggling to breathe.

“Evan?” My mother looked at me concerned.

I was going to cum soon. If they hadn’t stopped staring, I would have been able to warn Margot, but it was too late. Before I could say anything, my body jerked, and my dick erupted. Rope after rope of my sticky cum splashed inside her mouth. My eyes widened, and my body was in shock. It felt like my dick was melting in her mouth.

I struggled to not moan. I was afraid to even move, worried that the table might shake, and someone would realize.

“Is everything okay, Evan?” My fiancee looked at me with a concerned look as I came into my aunt’s mouth.

“Ye- Yeah… I’m sorry. I have a stomachache.” I declared. “I’ll be right back!”

I grabbed the napkin and covered my groin while turning and running awkwardly out the door, acting like I was holding it in while trying to keep anyone from seeing my wet dick hanging out. I looked back once. Everyone was staring at me with strange looks on their faces, but the person I saw the clearest was the girl kneeling under the table. She was watching me while licking her lips.

I fled the room, and on the way out I heard Dad say. “Well, it’s no wonder he got sick eating like that.”

It appeared like no one had noticed. Just what the hell happened? How did it come to this? And why was I still so aroused?

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