<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> A bold tease for the family</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div>"<strong>This looks like a party</strong>."<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh, you've no idea</strong>," I tell the pizza guy. Others might well stumble simply from the ease with which I disregard morality. Yesterday, I was sleeping with my twin sister. Today, I am contemplating a full-on family orgy. No, that makes it sound like a passing fancy. Perhaps it could have begun as such. Certainly, I can't remember giving it too much thought when Chanel first used it as a means to excite me. But even then the effects had been striking. I would cum more, spank harder and scream louder. But the moment would pass into the murky shadows. Waiting... Corrupting...<br/><br/>And one fine spring night, it would lead a boisterous lad to nestle his cock against the asses of both his mothers and make his sister wet in the process.<br/><br/>They are waiting around the dinner table. One with eyes shining and legs spread. The other two fighting base impulses I have long since succumbed to. Meanwhile, I am piecing together the perfect snowball of events that can get the lot of us a first-class ticket to hell.<br/><br/>"<strong>Dinner is served</strong>," I coo, "<strong>Careful. I took great care in making sure its perfect. Notice the way I hold it on the palm, and not like tucking it under my shoulder. Tough work, ladies. Lemme hear a little appreciation</strong>."<br/><br/>I find it natural to look to Chanel first. It feels just perfect. Even in a situation where I am only pretending to want praise. There is a comfort in how lust isn't the only thing I feel when I look at her. Meandering hands accept the invitation and soon that I torture that soft little clit of hers barely three feet away from our parents. It is fun. Playful and not quite as perverse as it was to the outside world. Soon enough though, I realize there is also a more than a slight drive for Andi and mummy to notice. To even feel the need to show the young 'uns how it's done.<br/><br/>So what if my conscience is crooked. I like it.