(NOTE 1: I only RP through Reddit PMs. Please do not send me Chat requests.)

(NOTE 2: This prompt contains mother/son and/or brother/sister incest. If these are limits for you, I apologize!)

Who knew a pair of old jeans would change my life?

It all started when I was at my parents’ house, helping with some landscaping that my dad couldn’t get to after his knee surgery. I didn’t have a lot of options for clothes that I didn’t mind ruining, so I had to settle for a pair of jeans that I hadn’t worn in a couple of years. They were a bit snug, but they would have to do.

Of course, it just had to be a scorching hot afternoon, so it took me very little time to discard my shirt. I was in pretty good shape; nothing like one of those male models in jeans ads, but I was doing well for myself. I happened to catch a glance at Mrs. Robbins next door, who seemed content with vacuuming the same area of her carpet for a moment or two while she checked me out. I politely waved, sending her scurrying away pushing the vacuum. I shook my head and chuckled.

A couple hours into my work, I heard the crunching of grass under footsteps. Turning my head, I spotted my sister Rachel walking toward me. She gave a wolf-whistle and laughed.

“How’d you fit all of that ass in those jeans?”

I blushed and stood to face her, but she reached around me to give me a smack on the ass.

“Damn, Josh,” she laughed. “Those are tight on you, huh?”

“What the hell, Rach?” I jumped back, rubbing the spot where she swatted me with one of my dirty hands. “What was that for?”

“Oh, I was just playing around,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes. “You really need to loosen up.”

Rachel was the older of my two younger sisters. She made herself the center of attention growing up, which transitioned to her being quite the flirt.

“Uh huh,” I murmured, then looked at what I had done so far. “How’s it look?”

“Looks good, I guess.”

Before Rachel could give me a detailed breakdown of my landscaping skills, I saw Mom turning the corner and heading our direction with a glass in her hand. Alongside her was my other sister Grace, who was telling her something as they walked together.

“Here’s some lemonade, Josh. Just made it,” Mom said before handing me the glass. I quickly drank about half of the lemonade before pulling the glass from my lips.

“Ooh, that’s good, Mom. Thanks.”

“Looks nice so far,” Mom said as she observed my work, giving her seal of approval. She was easygoing and a ‘real sweetheart,’ according to anyone I talked to who knew her, so I don’t think it would’ve taken much to earn her praise. “How about you stop for the day and come back tomorrow?”

“Isn’t it supposed to storm?” I asked, an eyebrow raised in uncertainty.

“Nope,” Grace said, looking down at her phone. “Supposed to be a little cooler too.”

“Yeah, you can work with a shirt on. Not that I mind you without it, though—”

“RACHEL!” Mom cried, swatting Rachel’s arm. “That’s your brother. Stop being like that.”

“I’m just playing, Mom,” she whined.

I looked at the mulch once more, then shrugged.

“Well, I guess if you’re OK with it, then I’ll just come back tomorrow and finish. Shouldn’t take me long,” I said.

“That’s fine. Just come over whenever,” Mom said with a smile.

As I walked ahead of the three of them to start putting things away, I looked back over my shoulder to say something, but nothing came out.

I definitely caught Rachel checking out my ass, which didn’t surprise me. But what shocked me was Grace peeling her eyes away from her iPhone to look at it too. Even crazier yet, Mom’s cheeks were blushing furiously, as if she had just been caught in the act as well!

What the hell was going on?

Anyway, as I thought, there was a huge thunderstorm the next day.

Told you it was gonna rain, I sent in a group text to my mother and sisters.

Oh well. You can do it next week. Come over for dinner! Mom suggested in her response, capping it with a smiley emoji.

Who could pass on a free home-cooked meal?

I arrived at my parents’ house that evening, dressed much more appropriately in a T-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans. But apparently, I seemed to be the only one who did so.

Rachel greeted me at the door with a big grin, and as she turned to lead me into the living room where Dad was sitting, she treated me to a nice view of the bottoms of her ass-cheeks as she wore a pair of the shortest denim shorts I had ever seen.

I passed by the kitchen and saw Grace setting the table. Her long, willowy legs looked amazing, thanks to the tiny denim skirt she had on.

And just before I had the chance to sit down and chat with Dad, Mom rounded the corner. Her jeans looked like they were painted on, and she wore a pair of wedges that accentuated her great ass even more.

“Hey there!” she smiled cheerfully before giving me a more mischievous look. “I hope you’re hungry.”

Good morning!

I'm looking for a female partner to play as one (or more) of the female characters in the intro. It's obvious that all three are down to do something with Josh at this point, so who you are is entirely up to you! (I would love it if someone would play all three!)

With Dad immobile and unable to figure out who's fucking who under his roof, I'd love for something to take place after dinner, but we can extend the story into the days afterward as well!

Please reply with who you want to play, a physical description of them and any ideas that you want to bring to the table. Also, I'd love to see your kinks and limits (mine can be found in my kinklist and DPP Profile!)

As I mentioned at the top, I will only RP through Reddit PMs, so please PM me if you’re interested in playing this out!

Thanks for reading, and I look forward to writing with you soon!