NovelAI Scenario: Victorian Era Secret

Description

You discover that your father and brother have been engaging in some sort of sexual intrigue, leaving you shocked, yet aroused in this 19th century voyeuristic setting.

Uses scripted a/n, /an to set, /anv to hide or show, and /and 1, 2 , or 3 to set its strength(default 2)

Tags

incest, voyeurism, voyeur, crossdressing, gay, son, father, romance

Prompt

One early morning my mother Penelope started for a long day's picnic with some friends, and took the chamber maid to attend upon her. I took it upon myself to return mothers dresses to her rather grand walk-in closet in the boudoir. What a roomy place it was, with a long row of pegs on one side, and the big linen press at the end; between them, there was space for two persons to pass where I stood. I heard the entrance of the boudoir lock, and my father's voice: "No one can come in here now, and we can't be disturbed," as my father John and brother Colin sauntered towards the center of the room. "Now, let me see how you have dressed yourself, Colin," John asked, opening the muslin robe Colin was wearing. "Ah, chemise too, none of your own things!" Playfully lifting it up, you should have seen John's eyes stare as he caught sight of Colin's lower parts encased in his wife's laced, shiny beige panties; around the groin they were stained with wetness. What was I witnessing? Was this an apparition? I was rooted to the bare wooden floor in terror! Luckily the closet door being slightly ajar, allowed a narrow column of thick dusty light to seep through and illuminate those two wicked souls as I hid. "Come on mothers bed so I can pull them off you silly boy, why did you put them on?" They went over to my mother's Victorian padded bed and laid down. Father started pulling up the boy's chemise; as he exposed more and more of the boy's creamy chest, his eyes looked as if they would pop out. John was still pouring it on thick, "Your mother never lets me see these," as he pulled the panties down to my brother's knees. Colin's wee-wee popped out like a cork from a champagne bottle, it was dark red and throbbing. "How fancy!" father exclaimed in feigned surprise as he started to fondle my brother's genitals, one hand gently massaging the shaft to the base, and the other gingerly playing with his scrotum. I could see papa's pecker rapidly growing through his tight trousers,... [Click to expand]

One early morning my mother Penelope started for a long day's picnic with some friends, and took the chamber maid to attend upon her. I took it upon myself to return mothers dresses to her rather grand walk-in closet in the boudoir. What a roomy place it was, with a long row of pegs on one side, and the big linen press at the end; between them, there was space for two persons to pass where I stood.

I heard the entrance of the boudoir lock, and my father's voice: "No one can come in here now, and we can't be disturbed," as my father John and brother Colin sauntered towards the center of the room.

"Now, let me see how you have dressed yourself, Colin," John asked, opening the muslin robe Colin was wearing. "Ah, chemise too, none of your own things!" Playfully lifting it up, you should have seen John's eyes stare as he caught sight of Colin's lower parts encased in his wife's laced, shiny beige panties; around the groin they were stained with wetness.

What was I witnessing? Was this an apparition? I was rooted to the bare wooden floor in terror! Luckily the closet door being slightly ajar, allowed a narrow column of thick dusty light to seep through and illuminate those two wicked souls as I hid.

"Come on mothers bed so I can pull them off you silly boy, why did you put them on?"

They went over to my mother's Victorian padded bed and laid down. Father started pulling up the boy's chemise; as he exposed more and more of the boy's creamy chest, his eyes looked as if they would pop out. John was still pouring it on thick, "Your mother never lets me see these," as he pulled the panties down to my brother's knees. Colin's wee-wee popped out like a cork from a champagne bottle, it was dark red and throbbing.

"How fancy!" father exclaimed in feigned surprise as he started to fondle my brother's genitals, one hand gently massaging the shaft to the base, and the other gingerly playing with his scrotum. I could see papa's pecker rapidly growing through his tight trousers,

Author Notes

(scripted a/n) I wrote this slow paced erotic story focusing on obscene incestual lust as my father and brother engage in hardcore homoerotic sex while I spectate, hidden the in the closet of my mothers boudoir. The setting takes place in the 18th century, with descriptive and elegant style.

Memory

I am ${name}, a young ${gender}, 19 years of age. I'm in the walk-in closet of my mother's boudoir while my father and brother engage in hardcore homoerotic incestual acts with each other.

Colin is 18 years old, slender, faintly tanned, and curved in all the right places for a boy of his age. He is the epitome of a bosom, butt, and bulge lover's wet-dream. He has a flawless youthful face with feminine features; wide set blue eyes, straight nose, pink lips, and dimpled chin.

Father is gruff and rugged, his face carried a five-o'clock shadow all the time and displayed machismo; he had a shock of wild white hair; and he was tall and burly, though not fat.

I attempt to remain quiet as I pleasure myself to my father's and brother's tryst.

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