Gene Polanski, Male, 45

	- Business VP, husband of Tamara, father of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- tanned beige skin, 6'1, 210lbs, short peppered grey-black hair

Tamara Khouri-Polanski, Female, 43

	- Professor, wife of Gene, mother of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 150lbs, shoulder-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Lauren Khouri-Polanski, Female, 15

	- High school freshman, daughter of Gene and Tamara, sister of Finch and Logan

	- medium olive skin, 5'8, 150lbs, back-length curly black-brown hair, colored white-streaked highlights

Finch Khouri-Polanski, Male, 14

	- Eigth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 145lbs, ear-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Logan Khouri-Polanski, Male, 12

	- Sixth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Finch

	- medium olive skin, 5'1, 110lbs, ear-length straight black hair

Tina, Female, early-20s

	- Asian-American escort

	- Medium pale skin, 5'2, 100lbs, back-length black hair in braided tails

Giovanni (Gio), Male, mid-30s

	- Italian server at country club

	- Olive skin, 6'4, 230lbs, short black curly hair

Gene was gone by the time Tamara awoke the next day. She stretched and rolled, felt a small drop of semen slide out of her vagina. Her husband had filled her twice the night before, and she loved that a small part of him had remained inside of her after he left.

Tamara threw her feet over the edge of the bed, found the nightshirt that Gene had ripped off her after he got home, searched for the panties she'd worn, wanting to shower later that morning before putting on clean clothes. The green cotton underwear were not in sight, she wondered if Gene had taken them with him, something he did at times. She smiled thinking he'd enjoy pulling them out and sniffing them for a couple of days, maybe even cumming while he inhaled her unique scents.

She grabbed a fresh pair and headed down to make coffee. The kids were silent in the early morning, and Tamara assumed that the Sunday morning had them all sleeping in. She poured her coffee and relaxed next to the pool as sunlight began to creep into the day.

- - -

Finch lay still when he heard his mother rise up and head downstairs to the kitchen. He'd heard his father leave two hours before and couldn't go back to sleep. He had snuck to the edge of his parent's bedroom, listened to his mother breathing softly, then crept inside.

He was disappointed to see her covered, blankets up to her neck, no interesting skin exposed to his fourteen-year old eyes. His obsession turned up a notch when he spotted the green cotton panties crumpled on the floor. He grabbed them and closed himself inside the hall bathroom.

Finch had sat on the toilet, turning the panties over in his hand. His mother's panties. They were damp, white discharge in the crotch. He could smell them. An intoxicating and complex aroma hit his nose and his fourteen-year old penis rose quickly. Finch brought them to his nose, inhaled deeply his mother's scents. He beat off quickly, stroking his five-inch penis until he ejaculated on the wall. Just three quick, thin squirts splattered and rapidly streaked down the yellow wallpaper.

He had breathed heavily after he came, continued to inhale his mom's smells from the dirty, moist panties. Even when he heard his father leave for his business trip, he'd stayed in the bathroom, wet panties pressed to his nose. Finch was hooked completely, couldn't focus on anything else, and after his mother rose just before dawn, Finch masturbated again to his mother's panties, firing the second load directly against the moist, dirty crotch.

Finch left the bathroom, snuck into his mother's room, and tossed the underwear back on the floor. He went downstairs, the multiple ejaculations combined with only a few hours of sleep to let him pass as barely awake. He ate the pancakes his mother made him, and stole many glances at the way her breasts pressed against her nightgown, her areole and nipples dark patches below.

- - -

“Ew, gross.” Lauren's reaction to what was splattered on the wall left her quickly urinating and voiding her bowels, wishing to leave the spot where one of her brothers had clearly cum. The sticky ejaculate still shined with wetness, a small puddle collected on the tile floor below.

Lauren wiped herself, smelled how ripe her crotch had gotten overnight, and stepped into the shower pissed off at her brother's disgusting lack of cleanliness.

- - -

Logan woke long after his brother had left, thoughts of his first orgasms the night before swelling in his mind. He woke hard and immediately stroked himself to another climax, splattering his olive-tone stomach with thin drops of semen.

He was amazed at how it made him feel. Euphoria lasted long after he'd showered and had breakfast. His mom read next to the pool when he jumped in, and Logan was soon thinking of slipping away to enjoy once more his newfound pleasure.

- - -

Finch was playing a game on the XBOX in the den when Lauren said six words that had him immediately embarrassed.

“Go clean up your spooge, pervert.”

Finch froze, tried to make himself invisible, didn't say anything.

Lauren yelled at him. “Right now! So disgusting, God, Finch! Right now, or I'll tell Mom!”

Finch jumped and avoided eye contact, knew his sister had seen where he shot his load in the bathroom earlier that morning. He scrubbed it with paper towels, the jism almost dry, still sticky.

He hid out in his bedroom most of the morning, his game forgotten as his embarrassment smoldered.

- - -

After noon, Tamara decided to nap, still feeling tired. Inside her bedroom, she closed the door and took off her nightgown. On the floor she spotted her panties, easily seen beside the bed. Guess Gene didn't take them with him, kinda wish he had, I love hearing about him cumming while sniffing them. Oh well... She picked them up, started to toss them in the hamper.

They were still damp. She knew she'd been horny when Gene pulled them off the night before, didn't think they'd still be wet. But they were soaked. She turned them over, saw a dried streak of her vaginal discharge spotted with wet circles. Maybe I was wetter than I realized, hmm... Tamara tossed them into the hamper and slipped into bed.

- - -

Gene's flights were on time for a change, and he arrived in Las Vegas for the three week yawnfest that was the board and strategy meeting. He hoped to be able to enjoy some of the town's female company. His hotel room was ready for him early and he slipped into casual attire to visit the lounge.

Early afternoon found the hotel bar sparsely attended. Three older white men sat drinking coffee and whisky in the back corner, two others sitting at opposite ends of the half-circle counter. Two large women, one black, one Asian, were chatting excitedly while eating sandwiches and drinking beers. The only other person in the bar besides Gene was the aging, but still pretty, bartender, a woman Gene guessed was probably in her mid-50s. Long lines ran across her forehead, her cheeks, and though he would have enjoyed a night with the woman most days, she wasn't what he hoped to find for company that night.

Gene had a couple of drinks and ordered a dinner of eggs and steak, his favorite meal for the night before big meetings. People slowly trickled in over the afternoon, but mostly men. The couple of women who came in soon departed, and with them, Gene's chances for conversation and a possible one-night stand.

In the early evening he decided to give up on a random hookup and called a good escort service he knew. He asked for an Asian woman and was told a worker named Tina was available that evening. Gene made arrangements and returned to his hotel room to shower and shave, ordered wine and a bottle of tequila, sat sipping the latter until there was a knock on his door.

Like so many times before, he opened the door to find a pretty young woman standing before him. She wore a simple short yellow skirt. Her breasts were small, barely pushing out the top, her hair pulled back into dual pony tails which were braided together. He greeted her and she stepped inside, sat her purse on a chair and faced him with a smile. She eyed the money on the dresser and asked, “so... what are you wanting tonight?”

“Nothing too stressful. Just a bit of company here on the bed. You're welcome to stay the night, but I know you probably want to get back to work afterwards.”

She watched him put another $100 on the dresser and Gene could tell she was debating. “We'll see... shall I... get more comfortable?”

He nodded, opened the wine and poured them both a glass, then sat back in a chair while she slowly disrobed. Her skirt hit the floor, her tits freed. The small, dark nipples were hard on Tina's chest, tight nubs that pressed out from the small, firm mounds. Gene thought they were beautiful and moved to her to suck them before she removed her panties.

His hands soon found her pussy, had her panting. Tina leaned back and let him remove her panties before mounting her. Gene wasn't looking to have a long session, just wanted to fuck her quickly and get some sleep. He slipped a condom on while he fingered her cunt. She was already wet and ready to go, her dark labia carefully trimmed and lovely.

Gene slipped inside Tina's cunt, rose up on his hands and knees, and started humping the young woman. She moved only a little under him, sensing that he wanted to control the rhythm, and Gene appreciated a worker that understood when to lead and when to lay back and let him enjoy himself.

Gene fucked her in the missionary position for a bit before turning her over, declining her offer to suck him. He wanted her pussy, and he slid himself back inside her doggy style. She moaned as he ran his penis in and out of her vagina. Gene looked down, watched as he disappeared and reappeared, enjoyed the way her tiny dark butthole winked with each stroke.

He ran a finger to her anus, asked, “ok to finger your ass?” She groaned her assent, and Gene slipped a finger inside her butt. She flinched as he slid deeper, his penis a piston in her cunt. He was beginning to burn inside her, swelling, his finger in her ass, his cock in her pussy. Burning, swelling, humping the young pretty Asian woman, humping her, feeling her vagina clamp.

Gene moaned and filled his condom, humping her hard as he came. She moaned throughout, whether from her pleasure or just to make his more complete, he cared not. His orgasm was powerful, his release very satisfying.

Tina held still on her hands and knees as Gene fucked her a couple of long strokes, then pulled out, ripping the condom from his cock. His finger was still in the woman's ass, and he couldn't help continuing to test her tight hole.

A moment later, Tina purred and looked back over her shoulder, said, “say... I'm feeling amorous... few more of those big bills make it onto the dresser... I might like to stay here tonight... off the clock, of course... and you can do more than finger my ass if you want...”

Gene grinned, said, “sounds great...” before pulling his finger out and giving it a quick sniff. Tina's ass had a light, sharp scent that only an anus can, and he felt his cock rebounding quickly.

- - -

Tamara left the kids to play in the pool, giving them money to order pizza. She headed out to the country club to play a match or two of tennis. She'd felt a bit sluggish the last couple of days, perhaps some exercise would help.

She partnered with her friend Joanne and played two other women she didn't know. A new waiter was working that day, his second day on the job, he said. Giovanni was Italian, he told Tamara after she asked about his accent, but had been in the United States most of his life. She looked him over closely. He was tall, easily 6'4. Early 30s. His shoulders broad, his skin a lighter olive than her own. He looked fit and handsome in his white club suit.

She let her eyes play over his as she ordered cocktails after the match. When Joanne left after dinner, Tamara stayed behind. Giovanni's shift ended at 7 and she invited him for an after-work drink.

He agreed and she drove them to a little Greek restaurant that had a bar Tamara liked, and the two sat talking for only a few moments before Tamara opened up about her intentions.

“Listen, Giovanni... I'm enjoying your company. I'm not looking for anything more than an evening of fun for the two of us, ok? Know what I mean? Interested?”

Naturally, Giovanni said yes and offered his apartment.

Inside, he poured them wine and was soon touching her leg in a way that left Tamara smiling and eager to push his fingers higher and higher.

- - -

Gene settled behind Tina's naked body. They'd both showered again, money added to the pile, and the escort service was told that she had left the client and was closing her availability for the night. Gene had let Tina suck his cock for a while, enjoyed the way the pretty Asian woman's lips swelled as she sucked. They almost doubled in size, making them soft and velvety on his flesh.

He'd slipped another condom on and turned off the lights. She lay on her right side, ass pushed out and welcoming. He lubed up her anus, pressed his finger inside and made her backdoor very slick. A bit more on the condom and he nestled the tip of his cock against her asshole.

Gene slid in easily, the professional escort had clearly taken clients in her butt regularly. He penetrated her until his pubic hair pressed against her flesh, held inside, spooning, running a hand over her small, tight breasts. Gene fucked her ass slowly at first, enjoying her tight hole. She grunted with each thrust, mostly laying still and again letting him set the pace. She didn't seem to be uncomfortable, so Gene picked up speed, fucked her harder, started slamming himself against her.

It didn't take long fucking Tina's ass to orgasm. Gene held off as long as possible before climaxing and once more filling his condom inside her body. He held still, her ass clenching, his cock throbbing cum into the rubber.

He felt very sleepy, didn't pull out. She didn't make him. He drifted to sleep with his condom-covered cock still held deep in her tight ass, her anus refusing to let him slip out.

- - -

Giovanni's cock was large, much larger than Gene's. Tamara didn't care much about size. She enjoyed them all and so long as the man wielding it was capable of using what he had, she loved having different sized men inside her. Giovanni, though, he was one of the biggest she'd seen. Easily pushing nine inches, thick, solid as a rock. She'd pulled down his pants as soon as they finished the wine. Tamara had pushed him back and sank her lips over his dick.

He groaned watching her, Tamara's mouth talented, velvety, wet. Up and down she rode him with her lips, barely able to take two-thirds inside before she felt like gagging. She used her fist to pump him as precum drizzled onto her tongue and down her throat.

She loved it when he pulled her from his cock and pushed her onto the couch, yanked up her dress and quickly had her panties off. Giovanni buried his face in Tamara's cunt, lapping up her drooling juices, daring to run his tongue hungrily over her anus. Tamara loved being rimmed, and she loved a man that didn't ask first.

Giovanni pulled out a condom and slipped it quickly over his cock. Tamara spread her legs wide, eager to feel the man's large penis stretching her and filling her completely. He pushed the tip of his dick against her labia and pressed, penetrating her slowly.

Her eyes rolled back as his cock opened her, stretched her, Tamara's cunt unused to anything that size. It felt amazing, so hot, throbbing. Giovanni's dick hit her cervix before she took him completely inside. He fucked her at a moderate pace, letting his dick hit the end over and over, sending chills through Tamara, rubbing along her G-spot, and quickly bringing her to orgasm.

He bucked with her, holding her hips as she writhed, powering his penis in and out as she climaxed. He held back, didn't cum, though she could feel he was close. It was her turn to stop him, push him once more back on the couch, mounted his cock quickly.

She cried out as she sank down, feeling very stretched, her pussy becoming sore already from Giovanni's length and girth. She faced him, resting on her feet, her ass lifting and falling quickly as she built another release. Her hand slid down to her clit, but Giovanni beat her there. His fingers found her button, stroked it expertly as she humped him, and her second orgasm pounded through her body as her vagina pounded down on his cock.

As her climax exploded into her, Giovanni once more held Tamara's waist, pounding up into her pussy. He cried out, she stared at his face as he began to cum. Tamara shivered as Giovanni came in the condom. She imagined she was feeling his hot seed splashing inside her. Hot, cum... so hot... Hot... Wait... Too hot... what?! “You're cumming in me!”

Tamara jumped off Giovanni's lap, semen running from her vagina, cum still spurting from where his cock had torn through the condom. He sat up quickly, said, “Oh, no. I'm sorry. I didn't know!”

She took a deep breath, said, “Ok, I know... It's ok. I need to go clean up.” Giovanni pointed the way to the shower and Tamara ducked inside. She felt a mix of fear and excitement, having the tall Italian's cum inside her. It was against the rules, of course, but accidents happened sometimes. Gene had cum inside two different woman he'd met years before, filling pussies through broken condoms, neither noticing until he pulled out. It happened. She was on the pill, and knew the best thing to do was clean herself out quickly.

She started the shower. While the water warmed, she couldn't help running a finger into her vagina and pulling out a slippery drop of semen. She brought it to her lips and enjoyed the strong, pungent juice. Giovanni's cum was more rich than her husband's, less sweet, perhaps had a bit of dry pepper, heavy salt. Wonderful. She licked her lips and stepped into the steamy shower, knowing she'd suggest to Giovanni that the two of them should enjoy another session in the near future.

- - -

Lauren fumed. It was just like her mom to leave her with her two annoying brothers while she went out for the evening. Lauren had called her boyfriend and got voicemail three times before finally getting a text saying he couldn't come over. She'd wanted to work out her anger at her brother and her mom by riding Lance's cock. Instead, she took care of it herself twice before settling down for pizza.

Finch avoided her, and she was quite happy for it. Well, happy wasn't the right way to describe her emotional state, but after seeing her brother's cum splattered on the wall, she had no desire to be in the same room with him. Logan had been mostly quiet, staying in his room all evening, only coming out long enough to grab a slice of pizza before returning.

Lauren closed herself in the hall bathroom, shedding her clothes and piling them in the hamper. She put on her bikini and was soon cooling off in the pool, stewing over her fucked up life and how it seemed no one cared if she was happy or not.

- - -

Logan's penis was sore. Really sore. He'd masturbated five times since discovering how good it felt. The last time, it was almost painful to jerk off, but once he started, there was no way he wasn't going to finish. He stroked quickly, spurting just a few thin drops of ejaculate onto his pubes before releasing his swollen, tired penis once more.

- - -

Finch slid out of the pool as soon as he saw Lauren approaching. He kept his eyes averted. He knew she was thinking about how nasty he was, how she knew he'd jerked off and cum in the bathroom. He hated that she knew, and he felt shame and discomfort all day as a result.

He hid out in the bathroom, unready yet to face his brother, either. That incident had been stashed mostly out of his memory that day, but at times it surfaced to scare him and further drive his embarrassment. In less than a day, both his brother and his sister had found out he masturbated, and he hated the world that delivered that fate to him.

Still, like all fourteen-year old boys, he was horny as hell. Despite his many orgasms, he still wanted to play with himself. He slipped out of the bathroom and listened. The house was quiet, so while his mother was out and his father away, Finch entered their bedroom and quickly looked in the hamper.

There was only a nightgown and the pair of panties he'd cum on the night before. He worried briefly that maybe she'd noticed his cum on them, but figured that if his Mom knew, she'd have been furious, so at least that one incident had not yet blown up in his face.

He grabbed the panties and returned to the bathroom, bringing them to his nose. The aroma had weakened, been altered a bit by the presence of his cum, but the resulting odors were still intoxicating. Finch started jerking off again, keeping his mom's dirty underwear against his nose.

Finch noticed the hamper in the bathroom and on impulse, looked inside.

A small pair of crumpled dark blue panties were on top. Lauren's panties. His sister's panties. Finch felt a moment of fear and the thrill and excitement of what his fingers sought to pick up. He dropped his mom's underwear on his knee and reached in.

The panties were damp, the crotch sticky. Finch buzzed as his fingers slid up and down his shaft. He inhaled his sister's dirty underwear, her body's juices combining into a fragrance that had notes of roses from her perfume, sweat, and sharp, strong odors that Finch knew came from women's privates.

He sniffed intensely, his fist pounding hard on his cock. He inhaled again, shuddered, inhaled, shuddered, stroked, stroked, stroked, and blasted two powerful, thin streams of cum onto the wall. Finch sat shaking, the intensity of his orgasm left him unable to do more than slouch on the toilet. He sniffed Lauren's panties over and over until the scents seemed to disappear from his awareness. He turned them over, stared at the creamy discharge in them, finally tossing them back in the hamper and returning his mom's pair to hers.

- - -

Tamara arrived home to find only her daughter still up. The boys were assumedly in bed, reading, playing, or fighting, most likely. Lauren sulked, gave her a dirty look as Tamara sat by the pool. She wondered at her daughter's attitude, wished the girl would loosen up and relax. Lauren always seemed to be on edge, ready to find the negative aspects of any situation.

Tamara was relaxed, felt good finally. The sex with Giovanni had been very satisfying, and she secretly enjoyed the blasts of boiling sperm that he'd unexpectedly fired into her vagina. Tamara had cleaned herself out well, ensured she got everything out. She was on birth control for situations just like that one, and she knew that the risks of STI were low, though non-zero. She and Gene had been going for screenings every six months, at minimum, and she was due again in two weeks.

She sipped a vodka tonic and watched Lauren pretend she didn't exist. Despite floating in quick circles around the pool, the fifteen-year old managed to keep up a rapid text conversation with someone without dropping the phone in the water.

Tamara smiled to herself, again feeling Giovanni's penis inside her, knew she'd rub one out once she was in bed that evening. He'd been a wonderful lay, and she hoped to see him at least once more while Gene was away. She hoped her husband was getting as lucky in Las Vegas.

- - -

Lauren had grunted a goodnight at her mother as she left the pool and headed to bed. She'd been texting all night with her friend Celine, telling the sixteen-year old how angry she was with her brother. Celine had thought it was funny, asked if she could come over and lick it up. It was a joke, she didn't mean it, Lauren was sure. But still, it unsettled her a bit to think of her friend, or anyone, wanting to lick up her fourteen-year old brother's splattered cum.

She got a text from Lance as she was sliding into bed. He wanted to chat, so she moved over to her computer and fired up the instant messenger, his face coming on screen. Lance was a tanned, fit sixteen-year old with his driver's license. Lauren had thought he was cute until a few months ago when they'd started dating, and then she decided he was very hot. She'd quickly escalated the relationship to include sex, and felt confidence in that one realm despite feeling out of sorts and isolated everywhere else.

Lauren's microphone was busted, so they had to use the text chat to communicate while they saw each other on video.

Lance: Hey bb, how u tnight?

Lauren: ok... stupid family... u?

Lance: good, stupid family here 2

Lauren: yeah, ok wanted u 2 come over... need you...

Lance: mmm... need me huh I guess I know what u mean... need you too... wanna watch me stroke?

Lauren: rather you were here, I do it 4 u but ok

Lance: me 2 bb ok moving camera out so u can see... you wanna stroke 2 4 me?

Lauren: guess so ok

Lauren: ok, moved it, see me ok? I see you... hard cock mmm

Lance: nice... you shaved again... love that... u pussy so sweet wish I lickin it now

Lauren: yeah.. love when u lick me cum so hard

Lance: mmm... god yes bb, finger yoself, gonna blow soon

Lauren: yeah, blow 4me... love u load, so hot mmm

Lance: two fingers

Lauren: ok

Lauren: getting close, u blowing soon? Wanna cum w u

Lance: yeah... so close... here it goes

Lauren: do it, cum here 2

Lance: god bb, that was sooooo hot... I shot so much cum everywhere, all over the wall!

Lauren's mind shot to her brother's cum with the comment and her post-orgasmic euphoria crumbled away and was replaced with disgust and revulsion once more. She frowned at Lance, leading him to ask if everything was ok. She replied that it was, she was just tired. He said he loved her and they disconnected. Lauren pulled on a t-shirt and panties, flopped onto her bed and tried not hate that tomorrow would be another day of school. She failed. She hated her life, hated people who didn't get her, hated that her family was disgusting and very much to blame for her ever-sour mood.