The Family Blanket

This is a work of adult erotic fantasy exploring sexual taboos and, as such, exists in its own world with its own rules. The author in no way condones or advocates for this behavior in the real world. Adults can fantasize about superheroes while also understanding the grievous consequences of jumping off tall buildings. The same mindset should apply to this fictional story. All characters are over 18 and participate with informed consent.

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Jessica clenches her hands as the car pulls off the highway and threads its way through unfamiliar streets toward an unfamiliar house. It isn't until Sarah reaches over and takes her hand that she realizes how tightly wound she is. Sarah gently uncurls her fingers and laces them with hers.

"It's going to be okay, Jess. My family already loves you. I mean it. Dad worked to get you your summer internship because he's dying to meet you. Mom is too. And I know James is going to like you because he's a sucker for any blond in a short skirt."

Sarah forces a laugh and gasps in mock shock. "And you know this how?"

"I know it because he's nineteen; it's his default setting. He's like a horny puppy, but he's gentle and sweet, you'll see."

Jessica squeezes Sarah's hand and looks into her big blue eyes for reassurance. "I am glad we get to spend the summer together. I was going to miss you otherwise. And I AM excited to meet your family after all that you've told me about them. But I'm still nervous. Your dad didn't have to go to all that trouble just for me."

"Oh, yes he did. I told him I wanted you to come live with us, and that he had figured it out." She bats her eyelashes. "He has a hard time telling me no. He's a wonderful daddy."

Jessica feels a familiar flutter in her stomach when Sarah talks about her family. Her tone of voice when she says daddy or mommy always seems to spark something inside her that makes it hard to sit still. From what she has gathered from Sarah stories, mom, and dad Sanders have a strong libertine philosophy and have raised their kids in a body-positive environment that is foreign to Jessica, but gave her roommate a relaxed, confident demeanor that captivated Jessica from the first day they met. Even though they share the same slim body type, Sarah always carries herself with a casual allure that Jessica admires, envies and finds incredibly attractive. Jessica still replays that first day in their dorm room when Sarah casually stripped bare in front of her while changing her clothes. It took Jessica a few weeks to build up the courage to be naked in front of Sarah, but once she dropped her guard, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

It is early evening when the car threads its way through the quiet suburban streets and stops in front of a well-appointed, but average split-level house. The front porch light is just beginning to make itself known in the growing dusk as the last of the sun's light makes fading silhouettes of the trees behind the house. Sarah's eyes are shining with excitement and eagerness as she throws open the car door.

"Come on! Let's go." She jumps out of the car, pulling Jessica along with her.

"Wait, Sarah. We need to get our bags."

"What?" She turns around and notices the back of the car opening. "Right. Yes, luggage. Silly me." Together they haul their small bags over the lip of the trunk and pull them up the driveway as the car drives off. As they approach, the garage door rattles and begins to slide in its tracks, and Sarah takes her hand and pulls her up the concrete slope of the drive. The door creaks on its tracks and reveals a handsome middle-aged man and woman standing close together with their arms around each other, beaming with joy and pride.

"Daddy, Mommy! I'm home!" Sarah drops her luggage and Jessica's hand and runs into her parent's arms, where she is completely enveloped between the petite frame of her mother and the broad shoulders of her father. Jessica watches the full-body hug for a few seconds of jealousy before she picks up the handle of the dropped luggage and pulls it along with her into the garage. She stands quietly as the Sanders shower their daughter with affection and tender, prolonged kisses.

After the intimacies are over, Sarah steps back from their embrace. "Mom, Dad, I want to introduce my best friend and roommate, Jessica. Jessica this is Mom and Dad."

"It's good to meet you both, Mr. and Mrs. Sanders. Thank you for inviting me..."

"Are you kidding me?" Mrs. Sanders says as she extends her arm and motions Jessica closer. "Sarah has told us so much about you we think of you like family already. Get in here." She pulls Jessica in for a hug, and together they wrap their arms around her waist and shoulders. She finds herself enveloped and warmed by their bodies, and something delicious uncoils inside of her. Jessica has never been hugged so completely in her life, and part of her doesn't want it to end. She feels Mrs. Sanders place a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth; it could be a question or perhaps a promise. She turns a bit to face Mr. Sanders and finds herself looking up into pale blue eyes, which make her melt in a completely different way. There is no doubt where Sarah gets her sexual confidence and magnetism from. She leans into him, waiting hopefully for a kiss from him as well.

"Th... thank you." Her voice is unexpectedly small against his chest. "Thank you for getting me the internship... Mr. Sanders... Sir."

His name is almost a whisper on her lips as she tries to keep the buzzing in her belly from making her voice quiver. He looks down into her eyes, his arm tight around her waist.

"Nonsense. After all that we heard about you, we have been eager to have you come live with us. Sarah has always wanted a sister in the house, and from the look of you, you two could almost be twins. You and Sarah are going to have a wonderful time together here. We're just hoping she'll spare a moment and share you with us."

He looks up and winks at Sarah during the last sentence, and they both release Jessica from the hug. As she steps back, she can see that Sarah is blushing furiously and looking at the ground. To cover the awkwardness, Jessica looks back up at Mr. Sanders. "I'm excited to get started at your company. I know I have a lot to learn."

Mrs. Sanders grins, "I think you'll find him an eager teacher." She slaps her husband's butt. "Come on, big boy, it's getting late. Let's let Sarah show Jessica to her bedroom."

The two girls grab their luggage, bump it up the two brick stairs, and into the house. Her first impression is of cozy clutter that has just gone a bit shabby around the edges. Family photos and mementos sit on nearly every flat surface not already claimed by what seem to be projects in various stages of completion. Jessica is a bit overwhelmed, but not surprised since it is merely Sarah's dorm life writ large.

"So this is the kitchen, and the living room is through there." Sarah gestures as she walks Jessica through the house. "Downstairs is James' bedroom and what I call his "playroom" plus Mom's crafting room and a bathroom. Our bedroom is up these steps." They climb the short set of steps to a single hallway. "Here we have Daddy's study on the left. Our bathroom is across on the right, then the next left is our bedroom, and Dad and Mom's bedroom is at the end there."

Jessica imagines that Sarah's bedroom is just as it was at the end of her senior year in high school. A full-scale diorama of her growth from a little girl to a young woman. There are soft, peach frilly bits overlaid with a solid layer of darker teenage angst, and here and there, hints of the preppy aesthetic that she would perfect in college. The intimacy of it all makes Jessica a little giddy. Sarah bringing her here is a level of fearless trust and easy vulnerability that she finds to be Sarah's most attractive quality.

"So, what do you think? Pretty cringe right? I thought I was so edgy when I put my Holly Hobby doll next to the 'My Chemical Romance' picture I framed."

Jessica spins around, taking it all in. "I love it, actually. You know, I used to have a Polly Pocket from when I was a little kid that I would keep in this spiky, punk backpack that I thought was so cool. I would imagine her being so scandalized to be in there with my makeup and tampons. It's stupid kids' stuff, but I love it."

Jessica spends a few moments taking herself through the space, feeling a deeper connection with every trinket she examines and book spine she reads. Sarah has their luggage open on the bed by the time she has made a circuit of the room.

"You can put your stuff in the drawers with mine. I have my panties and bras there in the top drawer, t-shirts in the middle one and jeans and shorts in the bottom one. Just push my stuff to the side."

Jessica opens the top drawer, not surprised to see that it is just as much a mess as in ones in the dorm. She pushes Sarah's bras and panties to the side and feels something in the pile. She pulls out a slender, cylindrical device, soft to the touch, with a gentle, flared curve. It takes her a second to realize what she is holding, but when she does, she blushes hard and quickly buries it under the pile.

"Think quick." Sarah says as she shovel-tosses her a pile of her own underwear. Jessica nestles the soft stack among the disorganized pile with little hope that it will ever be this neat again. Her fingers brush the dildo again, and Jessica imagines Sarah, here in her room, naked on the bed, moaning softly as she slides the pliant, textured surface deep into her wet pussy. She wonders what it would feel like inside of her, and she idly lets her fingers brush over its surface. She knows she is wet enough for it and getting wetter the more she thinks about it.

"Did you bring any hanging clothes? There space here in the closet."

Jessica snaps her hand back and stammers, "N... no, I only brought a few things."

Sarah is waiting to pass her another stack of clothes. "Oh! Then we can go shopping. That will be fun. I can show you around the city a bit. There are some great restaurants I want you to try too."

There are no intimate surprises in the other two drawers as they empty both suitcases. Soon, all that's left is their toiletry bags.

"Let me show you our bathroom."

The bathroom has a large mirror over the sink and a standard tub and toilet like you would find in any suburban house. Seeing herself in the mirror, Jessica realizes how hard her nipples are through her sports bra and shirt. How long have they been showing like this? Were they like this in the garage? Could Mr. Sanders see her hard nipples? Did she hug him like that? Her thoughts are racing as Sarah stands close beside her. Sarah's pert breasts are in a similar state. Her eyes are shining with excitement and eagerness.

"Look at us." Sarah beams at her in the mirror. "Like twins." She slides her arm around Jessica's waist and pulls her closer.

"Let's get ready for bed; it's been a long trip. I can't wait to get out of this bra." They stand in front of the mirror and strip to their panties. It's a familiar bedtime ritual for them, but for Jessica it feels like something more this time. She is aware of every moment, every bounce of their firm, C-cup breasts as their bras come up and over their heads.

"See?" Sarah strikes a superhero pose, thrusting her chest forward, which Jessica copies. "Titty twins!" Sarah proclaims loudly.

They both laugh as they strike a few more poses and then face each other. "We're even the same height." Sarah says, her voice now soft and gentle as she pulls Jessica closer, their aching nipples in perfect alignment. When they touch, a small gasp comes from both of their lips. They lean in further, watching the soft mounds make more and more contact.

"Couldn't do this in the dorm bathroom." Sarah says.

"Maybe in the shower." Jessica replies.

Sarah's eyes go wide, and she steps back, hands to her face. "Can you imagine if we tried to shower together in the dorms! The scandal we would cause." She reaches for her T-shirt and puts it on. "It's bad enough if someone just thinks you're getting too close to your roommate. Remember Sally and Cathy? Maegan started that rumor that she saw them holding hands, and everyone was treating it like they were fucking out on the lawn or something. So stupid."

Jessica slips her shirt back on as well. "Right? I mean, who cares? We're adults. Leaves us alone."

Back in the mirror, the thin t-shirts somehow make their nipples even more prominent on their pert breasts and only give a passing nod to modesty at their hips.

"Perfect," Sarah declares. "Let's grab a bedtime snack. I'm starving." She leads the way down the hall and into the kitchen, where they raid the cupboards and fridge for anything salty and sweet.

"You two okay?" Mrs. Sanders' voice calls from the living room.

"We're good, Mom. Just getting ready for bed." Sarah wanders into the living room, and Jessica follows. Mr. and Mrs. Sanders are curled up on a generous leather couch that takes up a good third of the room. Something is playing on the TV, but Jessica is distracted as both adults let their eyes play over her body. She is used to being checked out by college boys, but the rush of being openly appreciated by the older, handsome couple makes her knees weak. As they talk, she can see them both glancing down, trying to catch a glimpse of what might be between her legs.

"Don't you two look absolutely adorable in your little shirts." Mrs. Sanders says as she places her hand high on her husband's leg. "Aren't they the cutest pair you ever saw, David?"

"You two look good enough to eat." He clears his throat and shifts on the couch as his wife's hand drifts slowly up his thigh.

"Mommy, can I borrow the family blanket for tonight? I want to show it to Jessica."

Mrs. Sanders smiles knowingly. "I thought you would. It's folded up at the foot of our bed. Enjoy yourselves. We don't have anything planned in the morning, so you two can sleep in as long as you want." Her hand is now impatiently waiting to continue its journey as her husband spreads his legs wider, the bulge in his shorts trying to meet her hand half-way.

Sarah bounces on her toes with delight. "Thank you, Mommy."

"Thank you, sweetie. You two are quite the inspiration. Good night."

They turn back to the kitchen to collect their food, and Jessica can hear the leather couch creak. The soft sound of a zipper and the low masculine moan sets her pussy on fire as she imagines Mrs. Sanders' hand reaching its destination. Part of her wants to peek back around the corner when she hears him whisper softly, "Fuck."

"Here, you carry the snacks. I'm going to go get the blanket." Sarah headed up the stairs, her short t-shirt riding up as her tight butt jiggles with every step. Jessica can see the cute anime tiger printed on the back bouncing along happily behind her.

By the time Jessica gets to the bedroom, Sarah is already back. She is carrying a large, old-fashioned quilt that looks like it could be on Antiques Roadshow being appraised for tens of thousands of dollars. She throws the bundle onto her bed and sits down beside it. Crossing her legs, pushes her shirt up over her hips and exposing the thin gusset of her panties as they cling to the delicate valley between her legs. Jessica can see that the folds of the thin fabric are wet, a clear confirmation that Sarah is as aroused as she is. The potential of what could happen next, after so many near misses in the dorm room, makes her heart beat faster and the room seem warmer.

Call it being overly cautious in dorms, call it a month's long seduction by Sarah, but Jessica is ready for whatever is about to happen in this bed, in this room and in this house. At the beginning of the year, she would have never have imagined it, but now, looking at her friend's wet panties, she is aching with anticipation.

Sarah moves her hand to her stomach and pulls her shirt up even further. Jessica realizes she has been standing there, captivated by her friend's pussy, and Sarah is giving her a better view. Her eyes snap up to Sarah's, caught in an undeniable confession of lust. Sarah is looking up at her with a slight, shy smile. She slides one thin finger down between the lips of her pussy, so that they are clearly visible in the folds of the fabric. The wet spot spreads and darkens.

"I know, baby. Very soon, I promise, but I have to tell you one important thing first so you understand me and my family. She pats the folded blanket beside her, drawing Jessica's attention.

"This is what we call the Family Blanket, or sometimes 'Momma's Blanket.' It has been in our family for a long time. My great-great-grandmother made it, and it has been handed down to us. When we are under this blanket, normal rules about families don't apply, especially around touching and kissing and other stuff. The rule is, if you are under the blanket, you are giving permission for just about anything to happen." She looks up with an open but tentative expression. "Do you understand?"

Part of Jessica would have said yes to anything just to get on to the promise of her friend's body, but her brain is also unfolding the possibilities of what Sarah was saying. "You mean you all are allowed to... touch each other... like... fuck each other... when you're under the blanket?"

"Yes."

"So... so you and your dad..." The image of that alone made Jessica's pussy ache all the way to her belly button.

"Yes, Daddy, and Mommy and James. It's a huge blanket."

"All together?"

"Sometimes, but not always."

"And you want me to share it with you?" She takes a step toward her friend, drawn by the erotic possibilities of it all.

"Well, we're not family, so technically we don't need the blanket, but, yes... I want you in my bed under the blanket like you were my sister. I've wanted that since the first week of school. Please..."

That is all she gets out as Jessica falls to her knees on the bed and captures her friend's lips in hers. The sweet moans of girls giving in to their bodies' lust fill the room as they come closer and closer together.

After a few minutes of breathless kissing, Jessica comes up for air.

"So show me how this blanket works... sister."

With a small squeal of delight, Sarah grabs the blanket and together they unfold it around them. The last inhibitions fall as Jessica's eager hands find Sarah's perfect breasts underneath her shirt. They are a bit more than a handful for her as hard nipples slip between her fingers. Sarah is busy pulling down her friend's panties, and their toned, smooth bellies first brush and then make solid contact. Sarah gasps at the pressure on her nipples and then she laughs lightly. "God, I've wanted you for so long."

"I don't really know what I'm doing, but I want you so bad."

Jessica breathes as she pulls Sarah's shirt over her head and looks at her in just her panties. She feels her own slip past her heels, and Sarah's hands start working their way up her legs.

"Don't worry, I'll show you. I'll walk you through it just like Mommy did me. Just relax." Her nimble fingers find her friend's delicate folds, and Jessica feels her slip easily between. She's torn between clamping down on Sarah's hand or opening herself up further. All she does is whimper and feel the ache there build into a driving need.

Jessica is soft and pliable in Sarah's hands, overcome by the sensation between her legs. Her hips begin to thrust, begging for more as she pants in short, breathy gasps.

"Pull up your shirt for me." Jessica automatically obeys as is rewarded with Sarah's lips encircling her left nipple.

"Oh, God! Sarah, yes, please..." she is completely at the mercy of her friend. All she can do is repeat her pleas for more as Sarah's fingers work in and out of her pussy.