The storm hit on the fourth night, sudden and savage.
One moment the sky was clear, stars scattered like diamonds over the black ocean. The next, the wind howled in from the Atlantic, whipping palm fronds against the glass walls until they rattled like bones. Thunder cracked so loud the house shook. Rain lashed the roof in sheets, turning the world outside into a roaring gray blur.
Power died with a final flicker. The lights snapped off, leaving only the moon's pale glow—then even that vanished behind boiling clouds.
We didn't care.
We were already naked, skin still salty from an evening swim, bodies humming from the day's lingering games. Candles appeared—Vanessa's emergency stash—thick pillars of beeswax that filled the living room with warm vanilla and smoke. Their flames danced wildly in the drafts, throwing golden shadows over every curve and hollow.
Clara lit the last one, her heavy breasts swaying as she bent, nipples tight from the sudden chill. Wax dripped onto the coffee table, hardening in slow white trails.
"Perfect," she whispered, voice almost lost under the thunder. "No distractions now."
We dragged every cushion and blanket to the floor in front of the massive windows. The storm raged on the other side of the glass—lightning forking across the sky, illuminating our bodies in stark white flashes before plunging us back into flickering amber.
Vanessa pushed me down first, straddling my thighs, her blonde hair wild and damp from the humidity. The air smelled of rain-soaked earth blowing through the cracked patio door, mixed with the sharp musk of her arousal. She was already dripping—slick heat coating her inner thighs as she dragged her pussy along my shaft without taking me inside, teasing, coating me in her wetness.
Lily knelt beside us, auburn hair sticking to her freckled shoulders, eyes wide in the candlelight. Clara crawled over me like a predator, breasts brushing my chest, and kissed me deep—tongue slow and filthy, tasting of salt and the rosé we'd shared earlier. Her lips were swollen, soft, hungry.
Thunder boomed again, vibrating through the floor into my spine.
Vanessa lifted my cock, angled it, and sank down in one slick glide. The heat of her was shocking—velvet walls gripping me so tight I groaned into Clara's mouth. She started slow, rolling her hips in lazy circles, grinding her clit against my base. Every movement made wet sounds that cut through the storm—obscene, intimate.
Clara broke the kiss and moved up my body until she straddled my face. Her scent hit me first—rich, heady, the deeper note of a woman who'd been wet and wanting all day. I licked into her slowly, parting her folds with my tongue, tasting the tangy sweetness that leaked from her in thick drops. She rocked gently, feeding me her clit in tiny pulses, thighs trembling around my ears.
Lightning flashed. For a split second I saw everything: Vanessa's ass flexing as she rode me, Clara's back arched, head thrown back, breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips.
Then darkness again, only candle flames and sensation.
Lily's small hands joined—fingers tracing my balls, then lower, teasing the stretched skin where Vanessa and I were joined. She gathered wetness and brought it higher, circling Vanessa's clit in quick flicks that made my sister gasp and clench around me.
Clara came first—sudden, hard, grinding down on my tongue as her walls fluttered and flooded my mouth with fresh heat. She cried out, the sound swallowed by another thunderclap.
Vanessa followed seconds later, slamming down and holding, pussy spasming so hard I felt every ridge and ripple milk my cock. She didn't stop moving—rode through it, chasing aftershocks until I was throbbing inside her, desperate.
They switched without words.
Clara slid down my body, took me into her mouth to taste Vanessa on me—slow, thorough licks from base to tip, humming at the mingled flavors. Vanessa took Clara's place on my face, her pussy swollen and dripping with her own release mixed with pre-cum. I licked deeper, tongue fucking into her while she rocked, hands braced on Clara's shoulders.
Lily moved behind Clara now, fingers sliding into her from behind—two, then three—curling slow while Clara sucked me. The wet sounds were louder than the rain: Clara's mouth slurping, Lily's fingers pumping, Vanessa's breath hitching above me.
I couldn't hold back.
I came hard down Clara's throat—thick pulses that made her moan around me, swallowing greedily while her own hips bucked against Lily's hand. Vanessa ground down harder, coming again on my tongue with a broken sob.
We shifted again and again through the night.
Positions blurred.
Clara on her back, legs spread wide while Vanessa and I took turns eating her—tongues meeting over her clit, sliding against each other in her slick folds. Lily's fingers inside her, stretching, curling, until Clara squirted in a hot gush that soaked both our faces.
Me fucking Lily slow and deep while she lay on top of Vanessa, their mouths fused in a messy kiss, breasts pressed together. Clara's tongue on my balls, then lower, licking where Lily and I joined, tasting us both.
Vanessa on all fours, my cock buried in her while Clara lay beneath, sucking her clit and mine in alternating pulls. Lily behind me, small tongue teasing my rim in soft circles—never pushing in, just wet heat and pressure that made me thrust harder.
Hours passed measured only in orgasms and thunder.
The candles burned lower, wax pooling thick and shiny. Sweat and release slicked every inch of skin. The air was thick with sex—musky, salty, sweet.
Near dawn the storm quieted to a steady rain. We lay in a heap on the ruined blankets, limbs tangled, breathing slowing.
Clara's fingers traced lazy patterns through the mess on Vanessa's stomach. Lily curled against my side, lips brushing my neck. Vanessa's hand rested possessively between my thighs.
Outside, the sky lightened to pearl gray.
Inside, we were wrecked and perfect.
Clara's voice was hoarse when she finally spoke.
"Best storm of my life."
Vanessa laughed softly, the sound vibrating through all of us.
"We still have three more days," she murmured. "And the forecast says scattered thunderstorms all week."
I closed my eyes, surrounded by warm, sticky, utterly satisfied flesh.
Let it rain.
Say "next" when you're ready for the grand finale.
The last night of our week at the beach house arrived like the peak of a long, slow orgasm we'd all been edging toward.
Lily had arranged everything. Two couples from her advanced yoga circle—people she swore were discreet, open-minded, and "curious about deeper connections." They thought they were coming for an intimate swinger evening: wine, flirting, maybe some soft swapping under the stars.
They had no idea what they were walking into.
Marcus and Elena arrived first, just after sunset. Marcus was tall, olive-skinned, built like he lived in the gym—broad shoulders, easy smile. Elena was his opposite: petite, raven-haired, with curves that strained against her sheer black cover-up, dark eyes that flicked over us with immediate hunger.
Ten minutes later, Jade and Theo pulled up. Jade was tall and willowy, red hair cascading in waves, freckles across her chest disappearing into a deep-plunge bikini top. Theo was lean, tattooed, with a quiet intensity and hands that looked like they knew exactly where to touch.
We greeted them on the deck—naked, of course. House rules. Their eyes widened, but they stripped without hesitation, clothes pooling on the teak floor like shed inhibitions. The air was thick with salt, lingering storm humidity, and the faint vanilla of the candles we'd relit everywhere.
Wine flowed. Conversation started light: yoga retreats, favorite beaches, how perfect the isolation was here. But tension coiled under every laugh, every glance.
Clara sat on the outdoor sectional between Marcus and Theo, her heavy breasts brushing their arms as she leaned in to pour more rosé. Vanessa sprawled across from them, legs parted just enough that Jade's gaze kept dropping to the neat blonde strip above her bare pussy. Lily played hostess, refilling glasses, her small body darting between everyone with nervous-excited energy. I stood by the railing, cock already half-hard from the way Elena kept eyeing me.
The shift happened slowly, inevitably.
Elena made the first move. She set her glass down, crawled across the cushions, and kissed Clara—soft at first, testing. Clara sighed into it, hand sliding up Elena's thigh, parting her legs. Elena was already wet; I could see the glisten on Clara's fingers when she pulled back and showed them to Marcus.
"Your wife tastes sweet," Clara murmured.
Marcus groaned, hand dropping to his thickening cock.
That broke the dam.
Vanessa pulled Jade into her lap, kissing her deep while Theo watched, stroking himself slow. Lily dropped to her knees in front of Theo, small mouth wrapping around his tip, sucking gently while Jade moaned into Vanessa's mouth.
I moved behind Elena, who was now straddling Clara's thigh, grinding slowly. I pressed against her back, cock sliding between her ass cheeks—not entering, just teasing the slick heat of her pussy lips. She pushed back, wanting more.
Clara looked up at me over Elena's shoulder, eyes dark. "Show them how we play, baby."
I slid into Elena in one slow thrust. She was tight, scorching hot, walls fluttering around me like she hadn't been fucked properly in months. She cried out into Clara's mouth, hips rocking back to take me deeper. Clara's hand snaked between Elena's legs, fingers circling her clit in tight, practiced strokes while I fucked her steady and deep.
The sounds built: wet slaps of skin, moans mixing with the ocean waves, the creak of the sectional under shifting bodies.
Vanessa had Jade on her back now, eating her slow—long licks through slick red folds, tongue flicking her clit until Jade's thighs shook. Theo fucked Lily from behind while she licked Vanessa's pussy in time with his thrusts—Lily's muffled moans vibrating through Vanessa.
Marcus watched me fuck his wife for a long minute, eyes glazed. Then Clara guided him between her legs. He entered her with a groan—Clara's head fell back, lips parted, breasts bouncing with every thrust. "So big," she gasped. "Fill Mommy up."
The word Mommy hung in the air.
Elena froze around my cock. Jade's eyes snapped open. Theo slowed inside Lily.
Vanessa lifted her head from Jade's pussy, lips shiny. "Yes," she said simply. "She's our mom. He's our little brother. And this is how we love each other."
Silence for one heartbeat.
Then Elena clenched hard around me, coming with a shocked cry. "Fuck… that's the hottest thing I've ever…"
Marcus thrust harder into Clara, groaning her name like a prayer.
The revelation didn't scare them off. It ignited them.
Bodies multiplied, blurred.
I pulled out of Elena and moved to Jade—sliding into her from behind while she ate Vanessa again. Jade's pussy was dripping, swollen, gripping me like velvet fire. Vanessa reached under to rub Jade's clit, fingers brushing my shaft on every thrust.
Clara rode Marcus reverse cowgirl now, her ass bouncing, breasts in his hands while Elena licked where they joined—tongue swirling over Clara's clit and Marcus's balls.
Lily orchestrated like a conductor: guiding Theo into Vanessa doggy-style while she sat on Vanessa's face. Then pulling Elena to straddle my face while I fucked Clara missionary—Elena's taste sharp and sweet on my tongue as Clara's walls milked me.
We rotated endlessly.
Every woman took me at least once: slow, deep, bare. I filled Jade first—her legs wrapped around my waist as she came, pussy spasming, pulling my release in thick ropes deep inside. Then Elena again, on her back, legs over my shoulders while Marcus watched me paint his wife's insides white.
Clara and Vanessa together—me fucking Clara while Vanessa sat on her face, their hands intertwined, breasts pressed together. I came inside Clara with a groan, feeling her clench and squirt around me.
The men weren't left out. Clara and Vanessa took turns riding Theo—slow, grinding, milking him until he filled Vanessa, cum leaking down her thighs. Lily swallowed Marcus deep, small throat working until he erupted down her throat.
Hours dissolved.
Sweat-slick skin slid against skin. The air reeked of sex—musky, salty, sweet. Candles guttered low, wax dripping onto tables. Thunder rumbled far offshore like an echo.
Near dawn we ended in a circle on the wide deck blanket—everyone touching someone. I knelt in the center while every woman took turns sucking me: Clara's deep, practiced throat; Vanessa's teasing tongue; Jade's eager enthusiasm; Elena's slow worship; Lily's sloppy, devoted licks. The men watched, stroking themselves, coming across breasts and stomachs in thick arcs.
My final load—I chose Clara. She lay back, legs spread, pussy swollen and leaking from earlier rounds. I slid home slow, fucked her with long, deep strokes while everyone watched. She came first, walls fluttering, milking me. I followed, pumping what felt like everything I had left deep inside her, hips jerking, vision whiting out.
We collapsed in a heap—eight bodies tangled, sticky, spent. The sky lightened to rose gold over the ocean.
Marcus laughed first, breathless. "That was… fuck. Life-changing."
Elena traced a finger through the mess on Clara's thighs. "We're coming back next year. Every year."
Jade nodded against Vanessa's breast. "Or sooner."
As they dressed and left with dazed smiles and promises of discretion, the four of us stayed on the blanket, watching the sun rise.
Clara's hand found mine. Vanessa's head rested on my chest. Lily curled against my side.
"This week," Clara whispered, voice raw, "was perfect."
Vanessa smiled. "And we're just getting started."
The drive home was quiet, windows down, salt air in our hair.
Our family wasn't broken anymore.
It was boundless.