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Penultimate ActSo, you’re all caught up, and we’re at this Moment. You’ve been introduced to the players in my sordid little life of lust, desire, passion, and, most importantly, love. The broad strokes are that we’re all fucking anything with a pulse. I’m with Becky and Sophie in a closed triad. Hamish and his wife Simone make quite the noise with my Mother, Helena, and her husband-to-be, Al.To complicate things, Hamish is the identical twin of my deceased father, Angus, and is fucking my Mother when the whim takes him, with Simone’s and Al’s blessing. Just as Al is doing with Simone. It’s all rather debauched and quite fun. With me so far? Good. It’s fucked up, right? At home, clothing is, more or less, optional on any given day.It’s spring break for Becky, Soph and me in our final year at Yale, and it sees us headed down to Tybee Island in Georgia and ‘The Surfs Up’ Hotel, run by one of my Mother’s second cousins and her wife. Becky’s Range Rover needed a long run to get everything bedded in after its last service and fluids change, and what better way than a nice leisurely eighteen-hundred-mile round trip for a couple of weeks of fun and sun on the coast?Mom’s second cousin, Daisy (I know—spare me the ‘Dukes of Hazzard’ jokes, please! It’s a cliché name for a female Georgian, we get it already!) and her wife, Crystal. Daisy was about ten years older than me, in the middle of the age gap between my Mom and me. Of course, I’d seen pictures of Daisy and had met her when I was much younger at a family get-together. My overriding memory of Daisy was that her hair was like Mom’s, a bright platinum blonde. I’d not met Crystal, but from my Mom’s accounts of her, she was a proper little firecracker and a redhead to boot.The Sat-Nav in Becky’s Range Rover led us to the door of ‘The Surfs Up’ Hotel. A concrete parking lot in front of the hotel provided ample parking. The Hotel has twenty-seven guest rooms, including the Bridal suite and Granny Flat, where Daisy and Crystal lived. It was painted in a beautiful sky-blue colour and, being a beach-front property, had spectacular views of the Atlantic Ocean. The house was just to the left of the Pier and had straightforward access to all the local amenities and the Rip Tide Bar And Grill.We each grabbed our backpacks from the trunk of the SUV; the rest of the luggage would be taken care of by the valet. Becky tossed the keys playfully, then handed the valet twenty bucks for his troubles. It’s always worth tipping big with the staff; they remember you and take care of your stuff. The packs we carried each had a specific function. I brought the snacks; Sophie had all the underwear, the barely-there kind my girls loved to wear back home. Becky had the toys. These were our immediate go-to items for any fun. “Welcome to the Surfs Up. I’m Ryan. Please go to the front desk – Daisy and Crystal expect you.”Ryan smiled warmly as he shamelessly checked out Becky and Sophie as he started toward the SUV to park it. They both saw his lecherous stare and, as any shamelessly bi-sexual woman in an FFM throuple would do, giggled a little, then started making out heavily in front of the poor kid. I guess he was about seventeen, maybe? His face was pockmarked from a severe case of acne that didn’t look like it was getting effective treatment. He didn’t know where to put himself. Finally, after thirty seconds of wandering hands and playing ‘find the tonsils’ with each other, Sophie turned away from Becky and made this kid’s year.“If you play your cards right, you could get a piece of this sweet ass, too, stud!” She winked at the poor kid seductively; the bulge in his pants did nothing to hide his arousal and was a dead giveaway that he’d have been up for anything Sophie may have suggested in a heartbeat. Then, as if to seal the promise, Sophie turned to face him and allowed the back of her hand to ‘accidentally on purpose’ brush against the stiffy that was making a valiant attempt at breaking free from its confines.The kid came in his pants right there; a large dark stain spread over the crotch of his maroon suit pants. He realised on some level that he stood zero chance with this hot, blonde goddess but was content with her cock-teasing him. She didn’t care; it was a wickedly debauched game to her. On the other hand, Becky was not quite as amused and huffed loudly to bring Sophie back to the present. Things had not been peaceful in the Smyth-Johnson household of late, with Sophie becoming increasingly insatiable in her demands and appetites for sexual release. Her fascination with BDSM was getting outside my comfort zone, and I know Becky was feeling the pain, as the sting of the cat o’ nine-tails had permanently left its mark on her flesh in a couple of places. I hadn’t escaped the cats’ wrath either, with a lovely pair of train tracks running across my ass, perpendicular to my ass crack—a faint yet visible and permanent reminder of that play session.Sophie, as soon as she realised that she’d over-stepped the mark, was immediately full of remorse and couldn’t apologise enough. She hadn’t touched Becky or me for a week after marking us; such was her guilt. After that session, Sophie went off at the deep end. She watched hundreds of videos and documentaries about BDSM and the extreme fringes of that lifestyle, choking, humiliation, total submissiveness and the polar opposite, being a full-blown Dominatrix. Quite frankly, we were scared. However, we were so concerned about Sophie’s state of mind that Becky and I brought Hamish into our confidence about her behaviours and increasingly extreme appetites. Having spoken at length with Sophie, Hamish determined that she was suffering from a complex set of issues revolving around some, as yet undisclosed (at least to Becky and me) trauma from her past that was driving her to ever more extreme measures to satisfy her cravings for her dopamine, oxytocin and endorphins. Hamish was a practising Psychologist and holder of the Chris Argyris Professor of Psychology chair at Yale University; he was licenced to treat in his field. So we trusted him to be able to help her. But, of course, the HIPPA laws precluded him from telling us anything that Sophie may confidentially mention to him without her consent. So we had to trust that Hamish could convince her that we could be charged with helping her with whatever was at the root of her behaviours. Behaviours that were threatening to destroy the extraordinary bond we all share. To aid in this objective, Hamish had paid Mom’s cousin for the bridal suite Bostancı Escort and all meals at the Surfs Up for us for the two weeks of spring break, not just as therapy for Sophie but as a holiday for us all. He hoped that a getaway in relaxing surroundings and having fun would lead to Sophie decompressing, opening up to us, and talking about her feelings honestly, as that was the only way she could fully reconcile her past with her present.“Thank you, Ryan. We appreciate your time. We’d appreciate it if you could park the car in the shade. Sophie – walk with me!” Becky was not impressed, not one bit, and it wasn’t a request. Becky had only used that tone on me once, and I hoped I would never hear it again. Unfortunately, redheads are not known for their mercy once they are pissed off, and currently, Becky is incandescent with anger. This was not a conversation I wanted to be a part of. But I could guess what was coming. I made the sensible choice and started walking to the hotel while Ryan escaped to the parking lot in the SUV. As the girls walked in the opposite direction to me, I caught the beginnings of the tongue-lashing that Becky was starting to dish out. I could hear something about “always taking things too far” and “Why did she have to embarrass the poor kid that way?” I was suddenly highly relieved that I wasn’t Sophie.~~~~~~{}~~~~~~Mom’s cousin, Daisy and her wife, Crystal, were waiting for me by the expensive-looking marble reception desk in the hotel foyer. Daisy looked like I remembered her, a younger version of my Mother, down to her bountiful breasts, which were allowed to roam free in her sheer white tight-fitting silk blouse. Dark areola surrounded Her pool cue tip-sized nipples, poking at the fabric. The motion of her breasts under the shirt caused rubbing against the sensitive nubs, enhancing her apparent excitement. A stray thought ran through my head, wondering if my Mothers’ breasts featured such delicious attributes also. I immediately dismissed the inappropriate idea. What was wrong with me? “OLIIII!” Daisy’s greeting snapped me out of my reverie and was as enthusiastic as it was loud. She rushed towards me, making little skips to cover the distance between us. I had just managed to place the backpacks on the floor when Daisy barrelled into me, nearly managing to knock us over.“I do declare! You’re a grown man now, not that spotty kid I saw in the last picture your mamma sent me! And you’re mighty handsome, too!”Daisy’s plan, I guess, was to plant a big wet kiss on my cheek, but the door opening behind us caught my attention, and I instinctively began to swivel my head around to see if it was the girls back from their ‘walk’. Consequently, she caught me full on the lips. Not an entirely unpleasant experience, but also wrong on so many levels. I was immediately transported back to the night when I thought I was a blood relative of Becky, and my heart once again skipped a beat for the wrong reasons. This time, the participants in this lip-lock were most definitely related, as evidenced by Daisy’s striking resemblance to my Mother.I can’t say who was the more embarrassed, Daisy or me. Suffice it to say there was enough beetroot colouring in our cheeks that we could have been mistaken for delegates to a face-painting convention.“I am so sorry, Daisy, that was unintentional,” I spluttered out, perhaps redundantly, as I scrambled to regain my footing and composure. Daisy regarded me for a split second, then burst out laughing. “Well, we’ll keep it our lil’ secret then, eh darlin’? Crystal, this is my third cousin, Oliver Johnson. Oli, my wife, Crystal.” Unlike my Mother, Daisy had lost most of her Georgia accent, but occasionally, the odd word slipped in, with a proper country accent that can make your heart melt.“I’m delighted to meet you, Crystal. This is quite some place you’ve got here,” at this point, I realised that Daisy was still holding me in her bear hug. Once more – thoughts of the celebration party for Hamish and my perceived relationship with Becky danced across my consciousness. I somehow managed to wriggle myself out of Daisy’s inappropriate embrace and moved to walk towards the reception desk.Crystal regarded me coldly as I approached as if silently blaming me for the unintentional kiss with her wife. Then, she took my outstretched hand and shook it briefly whilst simultaneously attempting to assert her dominance over me by trying to break a metacarpal or two. I don’t usually go in for stereotyping people, but to me, Crystal was the perfect embodiment of ‘The Butch’ lesbian. I met her steely blue-eyed gaze and gripped her hand just as forcefully. I was no threat to her or her relationship with Daisy; my family were naturally touchy-feely. Surely, Daisy would have mentioned this to someone she’d married, wouldn’t she? But I’d be damned if our first interaction resulted in me being bested in a handshake.Crystal’s close-cropped red hair had some grey beginning to peek through around the temples, and she was diminutive compared to Daisy and me. I’m no giant, but Crystal was, at a guess, about four-feet-eleven, maybe five? And she carried a little extra padding that softened her sharp, almost cruel features. Her most striking feature, however, was her sense of dress: nineteen-fifties biker chic, ripped jeans, a plain white tee shirt and a leather jacket that looked like it was a survivor of World War Two. It completely contrasted with Daisy’s modern business suit pants and sheer silk blouse.I coughed nervously, clearing my throat before I was about to say that I would get the essentials unpacked in the room for the girls’ arrival. Before I could speak, Daisy pre-empted me and handed me the key to the Bridal suite as Crystal slapped her hand on the ubiquitous hotel desk bell.“Rosa, please show Mr Johnson to the bridal suite?” Crystal had a gravelly rasp to her voice and, for whatever reasons she may have, decided that she didn’t like me; I was mystified about their origins. How she drawled over the ‘Mr Johnson’ part of her order to Rosa was nothing short of abject disdain for me. I would later find out the source for this, but we’ll get to that when the time comes.A pretty, plump Latina appeared from the back office and smiled at me warmly. “Buenas tardes Señor. Por favor, follow me to your room.” She spoke with a cute Spanish accent, and I happily followed her round ass as she and it wobbled off towards the elevator.As the elevator doors closed, I could make out the beginnings of the conversation Escort Bostancı between Daisy and Crystal. But, unfortunately, it didn’t sound like they were having a better conversation than the one I was expecting Becky and Sophie to be having.Rosa efficiently guided me to the suite and showed me all the room’s amenities. I thanked her politely and handed her twenty bucks for her troubles.“Muchas gracias, Señor,” Rosa beamed as she turned and left me in the gargantuan suite, alone. I quickly unpacked the three backpacks, stowed them in the wardrobe and looked around the room. A Queen sized bed was on a raised platform at the west end of the room, allowing for ‘uninterrupted views of spectacular ocean sunrises through the floor-ceiling glazing’; at least, that’s what was in the brochure on the writing bureau. There was a luxurious seating area with a large flat-screen TV and a kitchenette catering for basic cooking, not that we’d be using it – Hamish had paid for all our meals to be included. The bed looked inviting, so I kicked off my sneakers and lay down, intending to test its springiness and stretch my back out after the long drive down. But, instead, sleep’s warm embrace soon took me; I don’t know how long I was asleep, but it was the delicious sensations of my cock being licked and sucked on both sides that roused me from my slumber. Somehow, between them, they’d pulled my boxers and pants down to mid-way down my thigh. I blinked sleepiness away from my eyes and noticed it was now dark.“Hey, sleepy head. Welcome back to us!” Becky smiled up at me, as radiant as the first time I’d seen her in old Professor Wynn’s class. Sophie, by way of greeting, continued to greedily suck and slurp on my cock, as if it was the last time she was going to be able to. Finally, Sophie’s head began bobbing up and down and was accompanied by a frenzy of gagging sounds, and my cock was lubed by a mixture of her saliva and my pre-cum. I rested my head back and enjoyed the wonderful gift Sophie gave me as Becky fondled my heavily laden balls.“Owww. Fuck! Sophie – no teeth,” my focus suddenly torn from bliss became the searing pain shooting down my dick. Sophie had allowed her teeth out to play; her bottom set had dragged quite sharply over my frenulum while the top teeth forced their way over the ridge of my glans. This pain thing was getting out of control. I don’t mind a little bit of rough-housing, but there are limits I don’t want to cross, as I know Becky didn’t either. We’d both been scarred for life by Sophie, so her taking her teeth to my dick was passing one of those limits.“God, you’re such a fucking pussy, Oli!” Sophie spat with disgust. I bounced on the bed and quickly pulled my pants up, wincing as I pulled my shorts and pants over my sore dick. I looked at Becky, then back at Sophie. I was not a happy man, and my dick was smarting from the graze of Sophie’s teeth.“I’m getting a drink. Alone!” I pulled on my sneakers and left the girls to themselves while heading to the hotel bar. Hamish would pitch a fit when the bill returned after this trip. Not even through day one, and I was on the sauce already.“Oli,” Becky started after me, but I shot her a warning glare that told her I was not open to negotiation. “Perhaps you two should have another heart-to-heart chat,” I said, sarcasm dripping from each word. “It’s clear to me that the last one didn’t sink in!”The door to the suite slammed shut behind me with a satisfying thud, lending an exclamation point to my exit.~~~~~~{}~~~~~~The lounge and bar area of the Surfs Up Hotel was much like any other hotel, in any other city on the planet, with one major exception. Those other bars didn’t have my third cousins’ wife tending bar in the evening. I acknowledged Crystal politely and ordered a beer. My face told the story of the last ten minutes as I thirstily sucked down the generic brew. Although I’d developed quite a taste for beer over the previous two years, I also had a taste for fine cognac, thanks to Hamish’s love of the spirit as I spied a bottle of Courvoisier on the shelf behind Crystal and ordered a double as a chaser for the beer. Considering I don’t smoke, my friends always think it odd that I carry a lighter. The reason is simple, fine cognac needs to be appreciated, remembering the lesson I had learned the first time I met Becky’s adopted Dad.I tilted the glass to the light and swirled the liquor around a little before retrieving the lighter from my pocket and warming the liquid in the brandy glass by a few degrees.I could see Crystal eyeing me as if re-evaluating me suddenly, and perhaps I wasn’t some young stud that landed a smacker on her wife in an attempt to steal her away on purpose after all…“Colour me impressed,” Crystal stated, surprised that I knew how to appreciate a good brandy. “I like a man that knows how to enjoy good brandy.”“My uncle taught me; he’s got brandy everywhere. Some of it dates back to the Napoleonic wars in Europe,” I was happy that Crystal was at least talking to me now and not trying to break my fingers.“Sounds like he’s quite a guy. Say, Oli, I’m sorry about earlier. I wasn’t fair with you and thought you were putting moves on my girl. Friends?” I reached out and offered my hand once again, pulling it back slightly just before she took it to shake. “On condition that you don’t try to break my fingers again!”Crystal smiled, and her entire face changed; she was quite pretty. She nodded heartily, and I shook her outstretched hand warmly.“So, what’s with the face, if I can ask? You look like you’ve been sucking off a hornet’s nest,” whether Crystal expected an honest answer or not, that’s what she got. She was family, after all, and we trust family, right?“Well, I’m guessing you know about our unique, erm… living arrangements?” I paused, watching her face for a yea or nay. When she nodded, I was relieved I wouldn’t have to go over it in such a public space, not that the bar was busy.“We’ve been experimenting with light bondage, whips, chains and gags… pretty tame stuff considering. But one of my girls is developing a pain kink, inflicting, and also wanting to be marked,” Crystal listened intently as I laid out the basics of the goings on, from my construction of our little portable rack up to including the recent incident that left both Becky and I scarred, albeit barely visibly.“Wow. Just wow!” Crystal was silent for a long Moment. But then, unbeknownst to me, she was seriously considering something.“Oli, I may be able to help you with this. Bostancı Escort Bayan I will tell you now that it will be hard to watch, should you wish to partake, and the method may break your triad. But; it may also save it,” Crystal poured a measure of bourbon into a shot glass and downed it in one before continuing to speak.“If you don’t mind, could you call the part of your triad that isn’t the problem and ask her to join you here?”I texted Becky quickly, asking her to come to the Lounge alone. A few minutes later, she appeared beside me, kissed me, and squeezed my ass through my jeans. Of course, my cock couldn’t help but respond, and she knew it would. I’m sure Becky liked seeing me wriggling in place, trying to accommodate my swelling manhood which was still smarting somewhat, and judging from the smirk on Becky and Crystal’s faces, they both knew what was happening to me, too.“What you drinking, honey?” Crystal asked Becky.“Just a beer, thanks,” was Becky’s quick reply. Like me, Becky had developed a liking for beer, finding that its deleterious effects could enhance bedroom activities. Crystal popped the cap on the bottle and placed a mat on the bar, quickly followed by Becky’s beer. Finally, Crystal looked at us and asked us to wait while she called Cousin Daisy to join us and called for Ryan to relieve her at the bar.“Why don’t we grab one of the booths at the back of the Lounge? It’s a lot more discreet. Ryan can tend bar.”Ryan appeared and looked Becky over once again, remembering the painfully embarrassing stain of his cum seeping through his trousers this morning. He quickly averted his gaze and took up his station behind the bar.After about ten minutes in the booth we’d chosen and small talk with Crystal, Daisy appeared, Ryan directed her to our location, and as she approached, I couldn’t help but check her out. She looked fantastic in a slinky sequined little black dress that left nothing to the imagination. A plunging neckline showed off her ample and bra-less chest with elegance. A split in the side of the dress up the left thigh, similar to the one Becky wore for me on our first date, revealed stocking-free, naturally tanned legs and beautifully sculpted calves, which led to delicately turned ankles. Her makeup was a stark change, however. Black lipstick covered her full, succulent lips, and dark blue eyeshadow with a thin gold accent highlighted her Sapphire blue eyes. Again, thoughts of my Mother looking like this flashed through my mind. What the hell? Why was I going all Oedipus and Merope suddenly? I physically shook my head, trying to banish the improper thoughts I was having about my Mom. What didn’t help, and as I’ve said before, Daisy is Mom’s spitting image, albeit ten years younger.“OK, what’s y’all emergency that couldn’t wait?” Daisy seemed peeved to have been pulled away from whatever she had been doing. Crystal indicated to the open seat, inviting her wife to join us.“Honey, you’re going to want to hear this. Please take a load off. These kids have a ‘problem’ they need help with, and you’re just the person who can help them figure it out.” I was grateful that Crystal had warmed so much to us. I would later find out that she has a thing for bratty blondes and would be integral to what was to come. Daisy’s curiosity piqued, Daisy sat, and between Becky, Crystal and myself, we laid out the issue we faced and the complex feelings we had about Sophie and her fall into BDSM culture. Daisy listened intently, nodding at specific points and pursing her lips charmingly when thinking of a possible method of helping. Eventually, we got to the present and looked at Daisy expectantly.“Well, now. Y’all got quite the problem, don’t you?” Daisy looked directly at Becky and me. What came next from Daisy rocked me to my core, and Becky was similarly shocked.“Becky, honey. Your daddy called me before you arrived and told me what y’all have been going through. He didn’t give too many details but said this was all your mamma’s idea, Oli. There is a closely held secret in the family, honey,” Daisy paused for discretion as Ryan placed a flute of prosecco on the table for her. She waited long enough for him to be out of earshot before continuing what she wanted to say.“So, the family secret is we run a dungeon for people who like that sort of thing. It started in the 1940s with our Great-great-Grandma. When her husband returned from Germany, he was changed. Despite what she did to excite him, he couldn’t perform in the bedroom anymore. One day, she was so frustrated they were arguing about his lack of performance, and she slapped him hard,” Daisy took a sip of her sparkling wine and continued.“The effect it had was immediate, and not to put too fine a point on it, by all accounts, they fucked like bunnies. Great-great-Grandma found she liked giving out the rough stuff just as much as he did to receive it,” another pause for a sip of wine before continuing.“Some of Great-great-Gamps Army buddies saw how happy he’d become and asked him what the secret was. After risking his life in foxholes with bombs and bullets whizzing by, he made close friends; he trusted these people with his life and shared his secret. Pretty soon, three or four ‘regulars’ were being disciplined by Great-great-granny. Then would go home to their wives and make them happy. The one thing that she never did was sleep with any of them.”Becky looked at me, and I’m sure our mouths were both hanging open equally wide. I had no idea that this was a thing for our family. I wondered why Mom hadn’t said anything about it, then realised that would be silly. Why would Mom tell me about a secret sex fetish industry run by the matriarchs of our family?“So – that’s the brush strokes of the origins of our little cottage industry. I think we can help Sophie with her little addiction issue, as long as you both are happy for me and my Dommes to go as far as we think we need to. Unlike Sophie, I promise that no permanent visible marks will be left – we understand some lines should not be crossed.”Becky and I nodded as a thought occurred to me. “Would we be required to watch or be in the dungeon in any capacity?”I saw Daisy look at Crystal, and then they both nodded. They had anticipated this question and had not only prepared an answer for us, but their entire plan hinged on our participation.“Sweet Oli and Rebecca, you will be the key to this. You will be together, in full sight, doing what you wish to do to each other. And, if you so wish, several of the lovely ladies in my employ would love to join you, should you wish to partake,” Daisy paused for a heartbeat and ran her tongue over her top lip as she looked at Becky. If I didn’t know better, I would swear she imagined filling that role herself if we elected to pursue it. I doubted that we would.