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Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Alexander Ambrose Time 415 p.m. Location Main House, Backyard, Pool Target Open Alex rounded the corner, hearing and seeing the white Mustang pull out of the driveway to his home and speed off away from him and he chuckled to himself. Looks like Jessie got a ride home from campus from another of her friends again. He thought to himself as he finished the jog to the driveway and then made his way up to his room. The day at school had been a long one, as had practice after classes were over. For some unbeknownst reason, the swim coach decided that the team needed to spend time in the weight room today instead of the pool. His muscles ached a little bit from pushing himself harder then he normally would, and then the three mile jog home from the school campus. He quickly made his way upstairs to his room. The music was already blaring from Jessica's room as he stepped into his. Closing the door behind him he stripped out of his clothes and flopped down onto his bed, laying underneath the fan letting the circulation of the air cool him off for a few minutes. The track playing in the background wasn't a bad one, Alex just liked things a bit different from his older sister. When it ended he felt as if he had been lazy enough and went to his dresser and pulled out a black speedo and pulled it on. After grabbing a towel and throwing it over his shoulder, he headed downstairs and out the sliding glass door in the family room out to the back yard. As he passed the basketball court he gave a nod to Justin, half expecting his eldest brother to give hims some kind of a hard time about the speedo that clung tightly to his body. The bulge in the front of the swimsuit was fairly sizable and there wasn't all that much that Alex could do about it, no matter how he tried to tuck, adjust, or shift his cock and balls. Not that he was embarrassed or ashamed in any way about things. He just didn't care for the hard times he would get because of his chosen activities. Passing the courts at a comfortable walk he made the way to the pool and dove in at the deep end after tossing his towel onto one of the chairs on the patio. After swimming five laps back and forth across the distance of the pool, he came to the edge and draped his arms over the coping and pulled himself up slightly to glance around and see whom else might be home and outside.
Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Taylor Ambrose Time 415 p.m. Location Master bedroom, Backyard, Pool Target Justin and Alexander Ambrose Taylor had taken a hot shower allowing the water to cascade over her body. It was exactly what she needed to wash the tension away, or so she thought. Standing there in front of the window, the curtains pulled, she allowed the warmth of the day to wrap around her. It was then she noticed her son taking to the court to play. His body, the way the sheen of sweat glistened from him due to the heat of the day. She couldnt help but smile as her hand traced down her form. Circling her nipples, her palm flush against her breast down to her belly. Her fingernails grazed her skin as she saw her other son heading to the pool. Yes. Perhaps a dip in the pool would be in order. My tension is not only still here, but its growing in intensity. Yes. Time to cool off. Taylor tied her bathing suit to her body and grabbed a towel as she headed down the grand stairs towards the pool. She wasnt even sure if her children knew she was even at home. What better way to show them mommy is home. The glass doors opened without a sound and with ease allowing her to slip up towards her son. She eyed Justin with a smile. His body was simply ripe and divine. She licked her own lips wanting to taste him, to touch him. Patience she had to remind herself. She stepped away to continue to the pool clearing her throat so that her presence would now be known. Casually she tossed her towel to a lounge and finally spoke to her children. Good afternoon boys. Mind if I take a dip. The water looks so refreshing, and my body could use the cool touch. Feel free to join me. The more inside, the better. She nodded her head to them as she dove inside the cool, blue water.
Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Justin Ambrose. Time Friday, 417PM. Location Main House, Backyard. Target Alexander, Taylor, Sherie, Open. Justin had heard the roaring of a car as it pulled up to the house and he knew for certain that it was his sister Sherie getting home. Her friends were the wild sort, risky and dangerous, but as long as his sister stayed safe he didn't mind who she rolled with. It didn't take Justin long to work up a decent sweat, forcing him to shed his t-shirt and continue to practice his form. His muscles glistened with sweat, causing them to shine a little whenever the sun caught it. When Alexander emerged, he shot him a wave before continuing his practice with a hidden smile. His younger brother looked foolish in the speedo but he wasn't going to say anything out loud. As brothers, their relationship was not like what it was with their sisters. In fact, it was probably one of the few normal things about their family in that they argued, fought, and helped each other out as loyal siblings were wont to do. Still practicing his long range shot, he was once again distracted by his mother emerging from the house. She was home all this time? Justin had no idea, for once he dropped off his school bag he had came straight outside. Hi mum! I'll come swim in a bit! He called from the courts, watching her stride to the pool. Just the sight of her seemed to get him aroused and he continued to gawk at her perfect body before it disappeared into the pool. She was more than just a mother to them, having more duties than simply nurturing them. She was a teacher and mentor to her sons and daughters both and they all looked up to her, just as they did to their father. By the appearance of their mother, it looked like the weekend fun would be starting early today, but Justin didn't want to forgo his practice for the sake of having some mother-son time. Still, it would be a good way to relax once he was tired out from his workout. Music was blasting from Sherie's room, causing Justin to glance up several times to his sister's room as he shot the ball around. Smiling, he took the ball suddenly and threw it at her window, causing it to emit a loud thud upon impact. The windows were all reinforced, bullet-proof even, so it was unlikely that there would be any damage. Still, he glanced over to his mother and brother were to see if there was any rebuke coming from that end before he cupped his hands around his mouth. Turn it down! He called, giving a short laugh.
Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Sherie Ambrose. Time Friday, 425PM. Location Main House. Target Justin, Open. Sherie stretched deep to her right, feeling the tension pull out of her leg. She loved that feeling, the feeling that everything was physically getting back to normal. She hated sitting in the class chairs all day, and took every opportunity to stand up and keep the blood flowing. She couldn't stretch though, not like this big open spot in her bedroom let her, anyway. She switched to the left leg, lowering her body slowly until her forehead was resting on her knee. Then she stretched to the middle, lying flat on her stomach and chest, her arms out in front, and her legs spread almost to a full split. She slowly counted down from ten. Six...five...four... THUD. Fuckin' asshole, she screamed, pulling herself up onto her hands and knees, then to her feet. She walked over. Turn it down, she heard him yell as she threw the window open. Hey, dumb-ass! You scared the hell out of me! It's not funny you...you... miscreant ! She would have called him a motherfucker if she thought it'd be an insult. She wasn't mad. It was actually kind of funny. And just for that, I'm not turning my music down, either! She started to walk away from the window, but turned back around. I'm not closing my window! It'll be even louder now, she screamed, leaning on the window sill, watching him.
Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Eric Ambrose Time Friday, 429 PM Location Garage Target Sherie, Open. Eric had heard the roaring engine outside as he had been replacing the air filter on his 1967 Chevy Impala and then the loud music. It was hot and stuffy in the garage and the few minutes it had taken to replace the air filter had left a light sheen of sweat on his muscled chest as he ran a clean hand through his dark hair. He washed the grease and grime off his other hand before closing the hood to his car and wiping the sweat off his brow. He was unaware of the exchange between Sherie and Justin as he made his way out of the garage and up the hidden stairs as he liked to call them heading up to his room. Without a few floors to lessen the music he found the volume to be abrasive to his ears, so Eric turned from his path to his room walked past their parents room, his fellow siblings rooms and on toward Sherries room. The music had gotten louder the closer he got and he knew he was going to have to shout to be heard, Eric didn't like shouting so he didn't bother with as he entered her room, for a brief moment he watched his sister hanging out her window yelling at whomever was out their. It was nice view she offered in those running shorts her long legs meeting the roundly shaped cheeks of her buttocks, it was far to tempting to pass over as Eric made his way silently across his sisters room. He drew closer and reached out giving her ass a firm squeeze while she was still occupied at her window, it was all so easy for the 21 one year old jock who had long messed with and learned what set his younger siblings off. It was perhaps his constant protectiveness of his sisters that had led to his attraction toward the women of his family, Sorry to bother you sis but I'd like it if you turned it down just a little please? he asked her speaking loudly enough to be heard his hand still firmly squeezing her rear.
Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Annabelle Ambrose Time Friday, 439 Location Kitchen Target James, Open Uncrossing my toned legs, I emerge from the back of the private car. Being only 5 1, I am left again having to look up into the sunglass wearing eyes of the driver as he holds the door, a smirk on his face letting me know he was probably looking at my tits or legs. I should probably be offended, but whatever. Maybe he sees my face while fucking his wife which means I am on his mind. I could probably get something useful from that some day. I sling my grey backpack over the dark blue blazer of my uniform. There are not many days left of wearing this white blouse, blue blazer, pleated tartan skirt and white knee sock uniform marking me as a member of the elite private school. Coming through the door I hear the music from upstairs and wonder why my sister's tastes are always so blah and why it attracts my brothers. Entering the kitchen I put my backpack down against the island and prepare a bowl of cereal. Putting on the island with my back to the living room, I pull out my ipad and begin flipping through stuff while eating. I then see the activity out around the backyard pool. Geez mom I think arent you too old to bikini? But then I look down at myself and think that random thought was probably more motivated by the desire to not be the only woman of the house not to own a bikini. Fuck. I'll never have the tits to bikini. Still stuck to little kid one pieces. I am just jealous of her I guess. Seeing I am slightly out of alignment, I quickly rebalance the stuffing around my Aalmost b! cup breasts before putting the bowl back in the sink. Glancing towards the wall clock, I briefly stop on the latest family photo next to it. The moment frozen in time when we are all together and smiling and happy. I am positioned close to Daddy and his hand is on my shoulder in the pose. I get a jolt of warmth remembering how his large hand makes me feel safe. The clock reminds me though that I should be getting ready for tennis tonight. Yay! Another chance for the world to stare at my ass. But that means they stare at me, plus the tennis keeps me from being a fatty. But then I sigh rememering that nobody from this house, including Daddy, comes to see me play anymore. Wtf? When did my parents stop remembering I existed? Mommy tells me I should be attentive to Daddy, but he is never around me anymore. I don't really knows what she means. I wish she would talk to me again, but it feels like she only has time for my brothers anymore. Grabbing my pack, I go up the stairs, the commotion from my siblings already muted in a weird way...
Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Sherie Ambrose Time Friday, 442 Location Sherie's bedroom Target Eric Sherie screamed, jumping a bit when someone grabbed her butt. She spun around as quick as she could, but he held onto her firmly, and as she turned the effect was such that she reeled him in. Their bodies crashed together as she looked up at him, and she felt the firm flesh of her breasts smash against him. You scared me half to death, Eric! It's not funny! I could have...fallen out the window! She didn't make a move to escape, she was captured and didn't care. She did nothing to remove his hand, either. She knew that her brother, along with most other adult males, loved having their hands on that particular part of her body. She just stood there, her body pressed against his, looking up at him. I have to turn the music off. Between you and Justin, my routine is ruined, anyway. Thanks a lot, she said, smiling.
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Name Annabelle Ambrose Time Friday, 443 Location Upstairs Landing Target Sherie, Eric I am such a snoopy brat. Always have been. What else is the youngest to do to keep up with the family? So when I heard the weird nose of bodies clashing aginst furniture and wall, of course I was going to find out what was up. Walking quietly honestly not sneaking I am in position to see into Sherie's room. And though I see the source of the noise, I can't comprehend why nothing is moving as I see my brother and sister pressed tightly and still. I stay very still knowing something is not natural about this scene.
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Name Taylor Ambrose Time Friday, 445 Location Pool, Upstairs Landing Target Annabelle Ambrose Climbing from the pool, she notices her daughter adjusting herself. Sighing she cant help feel pity and somewhat defeated as a mother. With her genes the child should have had more of a chest than she did. Then again the rest of her body more than made up for it. She had legs that wouldnt stop and an ass that could mesmerize anyone. She wrapped the towel around her body deep in thought. Tennis. She has a match. Taylor knew she had no gone to see her play, or even practice for that matter, in such a long time. It pained her so to even be around her. She had told her she needed to care for her daddy, be more attentive, and then left the child to her own devices. Devices that she clearly had not defined yet. Still he looked. The lingering stares. The way he practically licked his lips when she walked by. They both mean so much to her, and she knows she has to do something to make this right. Making her way inside, it doesnt take for her to spot Annabelles form on the landing. Shes motionless, fixed to very spot she stands on. It looks like shes almost afraid to breathe. The realization sinks in that shes watching something she shouldnt be. Taylor smiles shaking her head. What are you doing? Her voice loud and firm, she folds her arms eyeing her daughter. Into my room this instant young lady. We need to have a talk.
Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Annabelle Ambrose Time Friday, 446 Location Upstairs Landing, Master Bedroom Target Taylor Ambrose The voice of my mother cuts through my reverie of voyeurism. I am snapped back to reality so cruelly. Holy Shit Mother! I petulantly respond. Sneak around and scare people much? I snarkily follow up while grabbing my backpack and walking towards her. It is so childish to still seek attention through such means. I do love mommy and it has hurt that I was invisible to her. Almost worse than invisible. Hostile sometimes. Put I have been far too scared to ask why because her answer could shatter me as someone confirms that in truth I am really nothing special. Truth is I secretly worship my mother. She is gorgeous, smart, funny. She has such a way with people and all adore her. I remember all the times we would dress in matching outfits when I was younger. How she taught me to apply makeup and accessories. How to take care of my body when I reached that age. She was my model in all things. I had hoped she always would be. Whatever she taught me, I would be. But that is the inside and all teens know you keep that inside or else someone will hurt you with it. So all snark and sass I brush by my mom and enter the master bedroom, rolling my eyes as I pass her giving a huffy I am not a baby, Mother I cross my arms as I stabd at the foot of her king sized bed and tap my foot wondering why now ...
Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Eric Ambrose Time 442-446 Location Sherie's Bedroom Target Sherie, Annabelle and Taylor Eric chuckled lightly as his sister Sherie jumped when he grabbed her ass instead of pulling away she instead turned reeling him in like a fish on a line. All the women in his life were beautiful even Annabelle he had a very soft spot for his youngest sister, he smiled back at Sherie as her body was pressed close to his own, she was allot like mom but she had her own ways and her own curves to explore. He brought his other hand to her waist as his smile grew wider as she spoke about him and Justin ruining her routine, Well Justin's always been a little annoying. he said still having to speak over the music. His other hand ran up her side his fingers dancing along her bare skin as it came up to run along the side of her breast, he had no qualms about teasing his sisters Annabelle was a exception as he had paid attention to what was said around the house. The hand still on Sherie's rear released it's grip as it pulled her closer, he began to lean forward and was about to lay some teasing kisses on her neck when he heard a voice from behind them and he turned noticing Annabelle watching them and their mom coming up the stairs. He moved away from Sherie not in a sudden motion but in a casual easiness that he had developed over time. He didn't say anything as Annabelle and their Mother walked off toward the master bedroom, their mother was as beautiful as her daughters she had always been a rock for them when he had come home with busted lip and bruised cheek from his first fight she had made him feel better. She was a amazing woman and beautiful it was no wonder he felt the way he did for her as he did for all the girls, he had a protective streak for them to especially Annabelle though he found it hard to resist her. Once Annabelle and their Mom were closed off in the Master Bedroom he turned back toward Sherie, We almost had an audience. he said as he smiled at her standing their looking at her and waiting for her to say something before he resumed his intentions.
Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Taylor Ambrose Time 500 Location Master Bedroom Target Annabelle Ambrose As her daughter passes her speaking to her in a less than desirable tone, Taylor takes a deep breath. She closes the door rather quietly before crossing the room to come face to face with her daughter. Her expression, her eyes, cold, unforgiving, and very displeased. She gives nothing more away as her hands are by her side. Blinking several times before she raises one finger to her daughters nose, she finally addresses her. Young lady, you are never to speak to me that way again. Is that clear? I have gone out of my way to help provide a life for you that you should be proud of and have everything your heart desires. You will show me respect. I am not asking. I am demanding it, and you will give it to me. Have I made myself more than clear? She gives her daughter no time to respond before she turns her around forcefully. Make no mistake. You will be punished for your ungrateful, rebellious attitude. Her hands gently scoop her hair from her neck exposing the skin to Taylors eyes, an she drinks in the sight of her daughter. Such beautiful skin. You must make sure to keep taking such excellent care of it. She allows the hair to slowly cascade from her fingertips back down. Her hands trace along her shoulders. Make sure to keep them back. It keeps the back straight. Taking a small step closer, her body only inches from her daughters , her hands roam around her sides to her chest. She whispers in her ear, It also thrusts these forward for all to see, as her hands lightly massage her breasts. I know youre concerned about them, but I assure you my child they are more than adequate. Bend over and place your hands flat on the bed. She smiles as she speaks. Her lips graze Annabelles ear. She wants more, and she shall have her way. Ive been neglecting you little girl. No more. Tonight I show you that mother knows what is best for you. Now do as I say.
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Name Annabelle Ambrose Time 500 Location Master Bedroom Target Taylor Ambrose We had been through this before I thought. Basically since five minutes after my sweet 16 last year Mom had gone from super sweet and caring towards me to this strange mix of neglect and hostility. These lectures about disrespect and blah blah blah provide for you, respect my rules usually ended with a shut the fuck up Mother!!! and a couple slammed doors. And a crying teenage girl on her bed wondering why she vould never make Mommy happy. I would secretly do anything to have Mommy love me again. My mouth opened to deliver my usual line when she surprised me with the grab and turn. She is still larger and stronger than me and totally surprised me. I stood stunned as she played with my hair and pulled my shoulders back. But the embrace from behind caused me to melt. I wanted to press myself back, pull her arms tightly around my waist and lean my head back to just feel loved again. I missed such affection. But her hands on my small breasts confused the signals. Love? But that touch made my legs itch slightly when combined with the warm breathe on my neck and ear. But mommy is paying attention. It is my craving. That is why I bent over and braced my hands on the bed without hesitation. But why my pussy heated up at mommy's hot commanding breathe in my ear I cannot explain.
Thread: The Ambrose Family: An Incestous Tale

Name Sherie Ambrose Time 450 Location Sherie's Bedroom Target Eric Sherie closed her door when she heard her mom outside of it, then crossed back to her window, closing it as well. She closed her playlist, and the room became quiet again. Yeah, she answered. It seems as if we did almost have an audience. Sherie disconnected the webcam on her computer and placed the actual device behind the monitor. It was still early in the afternoon, and she had plenty of time before Jessica was expected to call before their night out. Sherie was done with her workout, and had been completely annoyed out of the working out mood anyway. Not that an audience is a terrible thing. No, I've never had one, could you imagine how dead I'd be by now? She looked back at Eric. But I did take that one picture in college. It was cool, being famous, even if it was just for what's at the top of my legs. Sherie kicked her shoes off before removing her socks as well. She sat on the end of her bed, crossing her legs as she rested on her hand, looking up at Eric. She didn't say anything else. She knew that many men enjoyed being in charge when it came to women, and she didn't mind surrendering some control to them. The ball was in his court now, though, and whether he passed it or shot for the score was up to him.