Christmas Secrets

In less than a day Donnie had kissed his cousin in front of the whole family; plowed the cunts of his Aunt Mary Ann, Franki and their exchange student Lynka; fell into a slave contract with "Auntie" (Mary Ann); was tortured in the snow; continued his training inside an old church; went through a ceremony of marriage with his cousin Franki, aunt Mary Ann and Uncle Jesse.

They were now heading towards some sort of family orgy at the main house as husband and wire, their marriage a secret, like this orgy is a secret to most of the family.

Enjoy the concluding chapter of Donnie's introduction to the lurid, incestial, taboo family secrets held for over 50 years dawned by Johnathon and Bethel.

From Donnie's perspective, and all characters having sex are 18 years old.

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WelCUM into the Family...

Dec. 24, 6 p.m.

Franki and I were to keep our marriage a secret for the next year, the only ones to know would be those invited to the reception, an offshoot of their yearly post Christmas gathering.

"We honor GGam and GGrandpa every year and on their anniversary, the best part we dress up during the time period." Uncle Jesse said.

SWAP!

"Shit, we usually dress up," Auntie said, slapping her husbands arse. "It's part of the fun."

"And boy is it fun, though the clothes usually get tossed aside"

SWAP!

"Don't spoil any of the surprises laid out for them..." Auntie disciplining her husband again, confusing my idea of their power dynamic as he being her dominant.

"Who are the special guests Daddy?" Franki said, my bride leaning in rubbing my crotch.

"Anyone who knows and is trusted to know about our family within our family," Uncle Jesse said and we loaded up to go to the main house.

I really wanted him to explain what that meant, but part of me just wanted it to play out, one surprise at a time.

"Treat it like your wedding reception," Auntie said, then looked serious at us both. "Until it's not."

"There really isn't a script until we start honoring GGams and GGrandpa. This year is special so we have a special gimmick the will add to the fun." Jesse said driving the car slowly up the lane, passing out fireball shots.

"You two are the center of all things even though it's an anniversary party you are one of four special rings in the Nailor tree," Auntie said. "The party is their tribute, so I'll begin the transition with the gimmick, but you're still the focus. Don't lead on anything."

"Oh..." Franki said, looking and getting a stare from Auntie.

"You know?" I asked my wife, then jokingly said. "Couples shouldn't keep secrets."

"Tell, and both your arses will be bloodied in front of all the guests."

"Yes, Auntie," I said.

Franki said "Yes, Mother".

We pulled up to a reserved spot in the front, the snow was slowly falling, we could see people in the lit up living room through the semi-drawn shades. It looked like about 20 people or so, dressed like we were dressed in turn of the ninetieth century clothing.

"We will announce you and then just mingle, have fun, get something to eat," Auntie said with a wink. "You'll need your energy later."

We poured out of my Traverse and walked up to the front door. I squeezed Franki's hand tightly, her grin telling me she was very happy. I felt very happy and relaxed.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. & Mrs Donnie Nailor!" the DJ announced.

Everyone went "SHHHHHHhhhhhhh!" mocking the fact it was their secret to keep.

After a pause there was thunderous applause. Hugs and pats on the back came our way, several people we knew from Maple Grove or Annaville, many we had no idea who they were.

"GamGam?" I said hugging my Grandmother, who at 68 never shown an inch of skin, nor used her underwear to prop hers breasts up. She presented to us in a sealed neck dress, cutouts at her torso, at the bust line, her hair up high away from her face and a full compliment of make-up.

"You're going to see more of me than you want later Sweetheart," She kissed my neck. "I'm so happy for you and Franki."

Her hand brushed my thigh and she smiled, Grandpa behind her in a suit, much like our tuxes, black top to bottom. Smiling wide, taking Helen's hand. They looked like a handsome couple, dressed like I'd never seen or thought of them as before.

We were feeling the shot in the Traverse on the ride up, and the one we just had. We walked over to the bartender serving drinks and beers, the DJ was playing some light jazz, the room had been transformed from Christmas 2025 to turn of the nineteenth century Chicagoland Christmas.

We greeted and hugged each family member, like a reverse receiving line by the bar where of course the Nailor family can always be found. We nodded at those we didn't know, Auntie's advice was to stick to family before the introductions.

Another shot, more hugs from, Grandpa & GamGam, and of course Jesse and Auntie.

"We're going to rock your worlds," Auntie said, slapping my butt and kissing her daughter's cheek.

It didn't take long to get the party started, a full dance floor and once we were greeted by everyone the soft jazz turned off and we began.

"Alright Alright! Alright! Alright! We have the newlyweds here at their first New Dawn celebration" The DJ said into the microphone getting a large cheer. "We start every New Dawn celebration with roll call. Kitty would you do the honors of passing out the badges, but first introducing yourself!"

He handed the microphone to Auntie's pet, the exchange student, who I didn't know had been living with Jesse and Mary Ann the past two years. The front shades drew closed and the evening began.

"Yes, thank you Master Jesse," she said bowing to him and Auntie. "I am Lynka SingChan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Russian. But you can call me "Kitty"."

Jesse walked up and said something into her ear.

"Oh yes, and my favorite Kinks are...." she said and paused. "ALL OF THEM!"

Again, thunderous applause while she put her badge on her dress.

There were Conner and JoLyn Triton from Annaville, they were both teachers around 35 years old. There kinks revolve around double or triple penetration.

Lizzie and Mark, from Texas friends of the Tritons, in their early 50s into double and triple penetration as well as teen play and lesbians.

"I'm Jesse and this is Mary Anne, we're from Stableville on the river in England, we're the third ring on the Nailor tree, and we're into this Family and all it's special kinks."

They were looking at Franki and I and then Grandpa and GamGam, then looking around the perimeter, then passing the microphone.

Kim and Kristine from Chicago, both in their late 20s were into two sided dildos and scissoring until they climaxed.

I recognized Tina and Chip from Maple Grove, young farmers (early-30s) who lived down the county road a mile or so, they were "into bulls for her and him both on the farm and in the bedroom!" Tiffany said loud and proudly.

The place nearly exploded.

Tiffany and Justice from Cedar Rapids Iowa, just a half our east, in their mid-20s were into Bondage and everything BDSM.

Jesse took the microphone from Justice, people were getting excited, ready to reacquaint themselves with old ties from previous events.

"This couple needs no introduction, the second ring on the trunk of the Nailor tree, David and Helen Nailor!"

Much applause again, Jesse pausing.

"They're into long walks on the beach..."

(Laughter loud and long)

"No, as many of you know, they have a favorite game that Helen is especially good at..."

Jesse cupped his ear with his hand and everyone yelled at once.

"GUESS! THAT! COCK!"

I looked at Franki, her facial expression both disturbed and intrigued.

The laughter bayed up, Jesse used the microphone to calm the group, laughing with them at their level of yelling and precision.

"Okay, Okay...now last but not least, this year's newlyweds, and I can't wait to hear what their kinks are...not that I don't have some idea."

Again, laughter at some inside joke that they all know about Jesse and Auntie fucking us already.

"Mr. and Mrs, Donnie and Franki Nailor."

Again as a reminder to everyone about the secret they in unison went "SHhhhhhhhhhhh". Then Cheered.

I was handed the microphone, looked at it blankly, my mind wiped clean.

"Ah, give me that husband!"

Wild cheering, Franki grabbed the cordless mic and strutted out in front of me, her chest pushed forward, her eyes on fire looking at the gathering of very sharp looking people. She was still in control of me, I could feel it in her gaze and I was alright with her dominance.

"We ARE cousins, way past kissing!"

(Loud cheers)

"We welcome all takers!!!"

She ripped the front of her dress to make more cleavage, sending the room into a frenzy, she shot back each lurid gaze with one of her own aimed each and everyone.

She turned, the buzz still going and her face went blank, she nodded in the direction of the back door behind me and I turned around.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Cari screamed, Devon by her side.

Jesse grabbed the microphone.

"Last year's new couple Ladies and Gentleman, Cari and Devon Johnson with one in the oven."

It was quiet for a moment until Jesse announced.

"For this year they're into PREGNANCY SEX!"

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Dec. 26 - 7 p.m.

I avoided my sister.

It was safe to say the last relative I wanted in this slurry of incestial perversion, throwing a little cold water on the proceedings for the moment.

Jesse and Auntie came over and explained how each couple was recruited separately, using safe places before making the asks and how they are financially incentivized to stay quiet about the Nailor inside family.

"Obviously we have kept the traditions handed down from Johathon and Bethel. They learned how to be secretive, and how to include others," Jesses said. "We'll tell more of the story at dinner as will the special surprised we've lined up."

"Jesus Christ Donnie," Franki said. "There's more sexual tension here than when you were fucking my Mother. The anticipation is thick."

We were approached by Tiffany and Justice, he was a runner with a slender build, she was a buxom red-head, at least 38dds perfectly positioned.

"It's going to be a busy night," Tiffany said cozying up to me, her breasts into my side. "My husand's cock to nice and thick, but that long Nailor can cock pound me for a while if you both can spare the time later."

"Duly noted," Franki said, slipping towards her, their gazes meeting. "May I?"

Her hands were up by Tiffany's breasts.

"They're real hun, go ahead."

Franki pushed into the dress at the front of her chest, both hands spread wide, pawing some and leaning in for a kiss.

"Mmmm," Tiffany moaned.

"We'll find you," Franki said, giving them an embrace leaving.

"Damn girl..." Cari startled us walking up, she wore a dress with the belly cut out, naked flesh showing, it open top propping up her pregnancy tits and cleavage.

"Damn girl yourself," Franki said, staring at Cari's orbs of flesh bouncing, turning while showing off her 'Mom bod'.

"Seems you might want a feel"

"May I?"

"Please..."

"Fuck, I'm hard," I said watching my wife/cousin, pushing her hands onto my sister's breasts, sliding under the dress finding a nipple to play with.

"Mmmm...I like that..." Cari moaned too naturally, the surreal nature of the past 36 hours continuing.

I pictures Cari at the lake house, those summers dismissing all thoughts around her perfect breasts. Cari kept my gaze when Franki went in for a kiss, taking her hands off her chest and to her stomach, bringing them to Cari's face.

Cari turned her attention to Franki, I glanced over at Devon who was smiling, rubbing his wife's back as the two women wrapped tongues. Cari softly pushed away from Franki, the two embracing for another moment looking at each other's faces, hands rubbing each other's arms.

"We were set to be you two last year, and were the backups in case you got spooked this year," Cari said. "Welcome to the family."

Devon nodded in agreement to both statements, kissing Cari and pointing to some of the other's mingling by the bar.

"Chip and Tina are down for it right after the toast," Devon eagerly said to Cari, the buffet of hot couples in turn of the 19th century costumes delicious to watch.

"Cool you're jets big fella," Cari continued with some of the back story. "There's plenty of night left."

"There were maybe 1/2 as many people here last year, and we were welcomed in because we got married early due to the pregnancy we lost last year" Devon admitted. "This is a special night."

"Outside another Europe couple and those deceased, I think everyone is here." Cari said.

"So how do this work," I said pointing back and forth between her and I.

"Relax Francis," she joked. "Let the night come to you two rookies."

Breaking away from my sister Franki and I mingled, drank, had some snacks and met everyone in attendance. There was a relaxed vibe in the room, greeting us usually included a grope, kiss, light spank or a combination therein. We saw opportunities in those moments, but noticed no one was crossing lines and just let things come to us as my sister had instructed.

"Are you ready for this?" Franki kissed me, slid her hand over my pants to my hard cock, giggling. "I guess you are."

"Hey you two," GamGam said, her movement a little choppy, she'd had something. "Come here and let me see you child."

Helen motioned towards Franki and looking at me, my wife trotted to my grandmother. The expression 'When in Rome, do what the Roman's do' stood out to me in this moment. We were headed to something of a Roman orgy and had no hesitations, the submission in the church, our union, it all met my sensibilities and Franki's.

"I don't know if Grandson deserves a fine looking woman such as yourself," Helen leaned in and kissed her, deep, but short. "You're both going to represent the family well."

She moved to me, hugged me and went back to Grandpa's side.

"She's sweet," Franki said, making me wonder how much of this she knew about.

"Franki, how much did you...."

We were interrupted by the DJ howling into the microphone.

"Everyone, your table is set and your seats are marked," the DJ said, and we all moved to the 20 seat tables all facing each other. "Get a drink and it's time to eat!"

"What were you saying Donnie?"

"Nevermind..."

I would soon get my answer quickly that my darling adopted cousin, wife, was a cum slut.

"For Fucks sake," Franki said, her engine was revving hot, I'm guessing her upbringing had a little to do with that. "Let's go! I'm ready to ride this room!"

We were in the center, Auntie and Jesse to our left, GamGam and Grandpa to our right, everyone smiling and buzzing from the libations.

"Brother-in-law Devon, would you like to say the blessing," Jesse said handing the microphone over to my sister's husband who served as a lay-leader in their church.

"Dear Lord, help us honor our ancestors and the teachings you inspired them to hand down to us. Fellowship, one flesh, one body. Nourish us for the long night and give us the patience to give our neighbors the best we have. In Christ's name..."

"AMEN!" the group yelled and echoed through the room.

Everyone's clothes looked intact other than a crocked shirt, unbuttoned blouse, spun around top or two. People were touching, kissing and laughing into each other's arms earlier and now when we were getting ready to eat. I felt so close to the people in the room, even those we barely knew.

Table by table got up and served the meal, the caterer kicked out and their things to be returned the next day.

It was perfectly done ribs or chicken, with classic sides of roasted potatoes, corn, rolls and a chocolate fudge brownie cake. Everyone fueled up, finished, and we were clearing dishes, getting more drinks.

We cleared the area, creating a large dance floor in the middle of the living room.

A disco ball lowered and so did the lights. Looking around the room, and during the pre-dinner social hour, we noticed all of the different areas where things could get intimate. Couches with rings to cuff someone to; a large padded space with pillows everywhere. Kitty was running around setting things up, I guessed she was doing that the whole time during dinner.

"May I have tonight's newlyweds here in the center of the dance floor." Jesse said.

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The Dance

We entered the dance floor and Kitty handed us blindfolds.

"It's time to get your first feel and mouthful fof the newlyweds," The DJ announced as we put our blindfolds on and stood there holding hands. "At $100 a person you'll be building their nest egg, to be invested and awarded to them next year."

I felt Franki's hand in mine, I wanted to tell her the thought of everyone randomly coming forward, dancing and kissing us, including relatives was hot.

Disturbingly hot!

"You'll have two minutes and if one of the two guess who you are, then are dominant to you in all situations," The DJ continued. "Let it begin with their first dance as a married couple!"

(Cheering)

"You ready for this?" I said nervously kissing Franki sweetly.

"You ready to kiss your sister? GamGam? Neighbor?" her mouth aggressively attacked mine, getting a light round of applause affirming she was as turned on.

Kitty pulled the hoods over our heads, the loss of sight zeroed my senses in on the sweet smell of Franki, how hard her back and arms were from her competitions in school. We held each other and danced.

She was 19, but still in high school training and competing. My leg went between hers and she instinctively ground against me, my cock rising fast against her.

"May I cut in?" The strange female voice said, her hand on my shoulder I assuming the same was happening to Franki, my body turning to the voice. I wasn't going to yield dominance to these dancers, I went in hard to the woman's neck.

"Oh...." she moaned, quite a bit shorter than Franki, my lips trailing up from her neck to her mouth. "Mmftmmm."

I covered it, my hands were on her face, I felt hands down the front of my body, to my cock. A theme for the night would be everyone checking out the goods.

"My God..." she breathed, fingers pressing against it in the center, rubbing up and down. I couldn't match the name tag to the shortness.

"Time! Next!" the DJ announced, another short woman, her hands in mine keeping a distance, then I felt the pregnant belly brush against me, I said out loud.

"Um...my sister Cari"

"Devon," Franki said identifying her partner beside us.

You never forget the first time your kiss your sister.

The wall of hesitancy was there, I paused knowing everyone had to be watching and I felt like a kid standing for the first time at the top of "Injun Joe" the 25 foot rock that you jumped off of at the lake.

You take a deep breath and go.

"Mmmmft," she moaned, my hands on her waist, my lips over hers, I felt she was going to pull away so I pushed forward, my tongue going into her mouth. "Mmm...ghh...ohhh.."

(Huge cheers)

I pulled back, Cari had other plans, her hand pulled the back of my head down, more cheers erupted, our mouths twisting and grinding letting our tongues probe deep, both her hands slid from my neck, to my waist,

Her hands rubbed down the front of my pants.

"Time!"

Franki and I did pretty well picking out dancers blindfolded. I was able to know Tiffany, the buxom red head, her breasts pushing into me, her dominant kissing convinced me that I wanted her in control.

Franki didn't remember anyone and as no surprise submissive to most groups.