Leslie's Family Acceptance (vanilla incest, I suppose)

Story by ZeHell-ScythefanToo

The second of the trio of stories I started (the third was (Sex) Magic for Dummies) was an attempt at a mother/daughter incest tale. This is not that tale, but instead something more involved, more rounded in the vanilla field of incest - this request, basically, which I've had on my subconscious mind for a long time. It's a heartfelt tale, and there is not only sex, but drama as well. It is, as to the spec of the request (again, subconscious, I know what I wanted out of it), a story. Enjoy!

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Leslie Haynes sat at her desk and glanced over the envelope backs for all three of the acceptance letters she'd been hoping for, feeling like she didn't deserve them; she wasn't that smart, she thought, just studious and attentive to all of her schoolwork. Selecting the colleges she did hadn't been easy; they matched her school of study, sure, but they were super far away... It hurt a little to think she was getting out of here for a reason, but she was. She had to. She didn't want to be a burden or a bother, and in Leslie's family structure, she couldn't feel like anything but.

The door to her room opened, and Leslie didn't bother to raise her head just yet. Just have to select one and follow up, then I can make the drive... Leslie made double sure that the sigh she emitted when she raised her head was not audible to anyone but herself, turning her head to meet the vision of both her mother and her younger siblings - all naked. Leslie was surprised to see them, but not their nakedness, nor their confident smiles and pride in their bodies, though the slightly guilty turns in her younger sisters' lips was a new feature. Leslie's chest heaved in another silent sigh as she turned from her desk to find out what they wanted.

Leslie Haynes was an absolutely beautiful young woman. 'Stunning' happened to enter the minds of those who were lucky enough to witness her unclothed, though in the fair history of her life this luck had only shown itself to the tailors who custom-fit her 30F bras and her family at large. She was curvy, she was graceful, she was voluptuous in anything more revealing than and including a t-shirt and jeans, and people let her know it often. Any guys in high school went out of their way to compliment and proposition her, the girls who didn't offer her solely catty glances wondered if they could have the chance to touch them and even sometimes asked her out, teachers of all genders leered at her, and adults whistled when she walked down the street.

Leslie blushed and thanked anyone who admired her, but she never went further with any of them. She was thankful that she lived in a nice neighborhood and no one tried to force anything on her, much as Leslie's mother had taught her how to say no in more physical ways. In truth, Leslie felt nothing of their sentiments - not a single bit of appreciation made Leslie feel better about herself, never pierced the surface of an inferiority Leslie developed over the course of her home life compared to the rest of her immediate family. If Leslie had ever taken the opportunity to look at herself from outside, she might have thought her beliefs were silly, that, compared to all of the attention she was blessed with, it was an issue she could have safely ignored in lieu of being happy with anyone else she could choose to love, but with how secretly well-kept and guarded her feelings were, the exercise would be moot. Leslie never wished to trouble anyone, not even those closest to her, with the steep inadequacy she felt in not having her own penis.

Leslie's mother, Liana Haynes, was difficult not to catch masturbating when she thought she was alone in the house. Even when the kids were around and Liana thought she could get away with it, she would - and she often had little idea that the walls of the master bedroom or upstairs bathroom were less soundproofed than she thought, or that either door had a lock and latch on it that was meant to be used. True, Liana had eventually become more conscientious about closing her doors all the way so that she wasn't displaying herself, but around the same time Leslie's younger twin sisters had mischievously mentioned to their big sister that, with the right size and length of tiny screwdriver, the knob locks could be 'picked' extremely easily, allowing any one of them the ultimate peep show and even the ability to lock the door again right afterward - as if they were never there.

Leslie didn't make use of this knowledge particu

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