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Gina. We’re an affectionate bunch in these parts, you’ll see.”
    “Let’s go get some grub!” Brad calls. He’s
already at the buffet table, piling his plate full of salad.
    We tuck in. The meats are grilled to
excellence. Heathcliff comes around with a tray of red wine and
cans of beer. The boys grab several cans each while Alice and I
demurely sip from two glasses of wine.
    We sit around a crackling campfire while the
boys go for seconds and thirds. I’m ravenous, but I daren’t pig out
too much in front of Alice. She watches me from hooded eyes as she
nibbles at her food. She’s a tall woman with a curvaceous figure,
but there’s no spare ounce of fat on her. She eats like a bird,
maybe to spite me.
    The family exchanges news and tidbits about
what they have been doing. I realize they haven’t seen one another
in a while.
    “How’s Dad?” Max asks his brothers. I notice
that he’s a little guarded when he mentions his father. It’s like a
dark cloud has suddenly descended upon his sunny disposition.
    I’m seated cross-legged beside him, and he
motions me to come closer. I wriggle my butt towards him so that my
right thigh is now touching his left.
    “Haven’t seen him since the last time I came
back,” Alex says, tearing the flesh off a chicken wing.
    Max’s hand casually wanders to my right
breast. He cups its underside so that it is lifted higher than my
left. I glance at him in consternation. Outside the Initiation, we
have never before engaged in a non-Phi Kappa Omega public display
of affection.
    “It’s OK, baby. This is what I’m talking
about,” he whispers, teasing out my nipple from under the sling
strap. “Just go with the flow, OK?”
    His brothers eye my nipple as it appears,
semi-erect under Max’s ministrations. I gaze upon their hardening
crotches. My lips part nervously.
    “Who’s he humping now?” Max rolls his thumb
and index finger around my nipple so that the blood rushes into it
and fills out the flesh.
    “His secretary, if you can believe.” Brad
crinkles his nose. “No marks for creativity there.”
    “You’ve got to admit he has a hot
secretary,” argues his twin.
    “Nah, she’s thirty-two if she’s seen a
day.”
    “I thought she was an intern.”
    “No, that one left. Got a restraining order
against him.”
    “She did not!” Alice gasps. “Stop making
things up, Brad.”
    “I am not, I swear. You’re out of touch,
sis.”
    Max’s hand reaches for my other nipple. He
seems intent to publicly exhibit me in front of his family. Once
I’ve gotten over my initial reservations, I must admit to being
quite turned on. So Max thinks I’m beautiful. He wants his family
to see every ounce of how beautiful he finds me.
    That is quite a rush.
    “You know, I find it disrespectful that you
talk about Dad so openly,” Alice remarks in a huff.
    “Oh come on. Even Mom knows what Dad is
doing.” Now that he has ensured that both my breasts are fully
exposed to everyone’s gaze, Max’s hand dips down to my crotch.
    “Some things are not meant to be talked
about in front of other people,” Alice says pointedly. I know she
is referring to me.
    In retaliation – because I know she’s
uncomfortable about her brothers openly admiring my body – I jut
out my breasts even further. Max’s fingers delve into the grooves
surrounding my clit. I can’t help but hold my breath at the
exquisite sensations he elicits. He parts my legs. His fingers bury
deeper, inserting themselves into the fragile crotch of my
swimsuit, opening the tender wedges of flesh inside.
    “Where are your balls?” he whispers.
    I breathe deeply. “Inside.”
    “Let me feel them.” His fingers wriggle into
my vagina. I can feel their tips pushing the Ben Wa balls deeper
within my tunnel.
    The twins and Alice are riveted to what’s
going on around and inside my pussy. From their vantage, my legs
are splayed open like a common slut’s. Their brother’s hand is
burrowing inside my