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No Place Like Home

By: BlissfulZimZum666



Buffy was out on patrol, she was fighting with a vampire outside an abandoned factory.

There was a sign mounted on the chain link fence, it read:

PRIVATE PROPERTY

NO TRESPASSING

VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED

Buffy slammed against the sign. She ducked just as the vampire's fist smashed into it where her head had been an instant before. The vampire was a huge, burley Hell's Angel biker-type and he loomed menacingly over Buffy.

"I've always wanted to kill the Slayer." The vampire said.

"And I've always wanted piano lessons. So really, who's surprised we have all this unexpressed rage?" Buffy said.

Buffy punctuated her words with blow after blow, knocking the hulking vampire back several feet. He retaliated with a brutal punch to her face, sending her reeling. Buffy blocked a second blow and wrenched the vampire's arm behind his back and flattened him against the fence.

"But honestly? I think I'm expressing mine better. Tell you what... you find yourself a good anger management class..."

The vampire threw her off but she slammed him back into the fence again and whipped out a stake.

"And I'll jam this pokey wood stick through your heart."

Before the vampire could react, Buffy staked him and he turned to dust and slips the stake back into her coat.

"I think that sets the world speed record for closure." Buffy said to herself.

"Hey!" said a man behind her.

A bright light shone in Buffy's eyes as she turned to see the factory night watchman approaching.

"Miss, if you're looking for one of those rave parties, I'm afraid you're late. Chased a bunch of kids out of here last night."

"Oh, right. Yeah. Darn. My fellow ravers will be so disappointed. It was my turn to bring the Bundt cake." Buffy said pretending that's what she was there for. 

"You know, if it was my call, I'd let you do whatever you want. It's not like anybody's using this place or nothin'. But they just don't pay me enough to argue with the boss so..." the night watchman said.

"Already gone!" Buffy said.

Buffy turned to leave but the guard stopped her.

"Oh, hey! Hold it, miss. Take your... whatever this is with you."

He bent over, picked up a glowing yellow orb and handed it to Buffy, who looked at it curiously.

"Thank you," Buffy said.

"Glow balls, huh?" The guard laughed. "I swear; I don't get your generation. What is that thing?"

"I'll let you know as soon as I find out," Buffy said distractedly.

Buffy turned and walked off into the night.

The following morning Buffy was preparing a breakfast tray for her mother. Dawn entered the room.

"Dawn, touch nothing." Buffy said.

"Who died and made you the Iron Chef?" Dawn asked.

"Look, Mom's sick and I made her a nice non-instant breakfast for once. And I don't need you..." Buffy began.

Dawn knocked over the rose vase that was on the tray.

"Oops!" Dawn said.

"... doing that," Buffy finished.

Joyce entered in her bathrobe, smiling.

"Oh! Check out the 'Pamper Mom' platter. You two do all this?" she asked Dawn.

"Oh, Buffy helped." Dawn said.

Buffy couldn't believe her sister, "I didn't 'help'..."

"I'm sure you did," Joyce said and sat down on a stool, "So neither of you is pregnant, failing or under indictment?"

Buffy and Dawn gave her a look.

"Just checking," Joyce said.

Buffy said, "We knew you were feeling less-than-great so..."

"Yeah, the headaches they said would go away came back and brought some friends along with." Joyce said.

"Well, what did the doctor say?" Buffy asked.

"Oh, take four of some-pills a day and come back for tests," Joyce replied.

"So they don't know what's wrong?" Buffy asked.

"Not yet." Joyce replied.

"Well, that's unacceptable. I think we should get a second opinion." Buffy said.

"Well, we need a first opinion first, honey." Joyce explained.

"Okay, we'll go right now." Buffy said.

"Buffy, I know you're concerned, okay? But don't be. I'm still the Mom. Which means I get to worry about you two. Which is a good thing because you're a Vampire Slayer." Joyce said and pulled Dawn onto her lap. "And you... you are my little punkin' belly!"

"Oh, Mom! That's like my kid name." Dawn said embarrassed.

"So I can't be retro?" Joyce asked.

Buffy noted Joyce and Dawn's easy camaraderie and felt a little excluded.

"Did you ever have any names for me?" Buffy asked.

"No... I think you were always just Buffy." Joyce replied.

"I got some names for ya..." Dawn said.

Buffy was hurt but covered it. Joyce suddenly remembered something.

"What are you doing hanging around here? Isn't this Giles' big day?" Joyce said to Buffy. 

"Oh! Bigger than big. It's his grand opening." Buffy replied.

"So go. Bring me back a... I don't know... a flying broomstick or something." Joyce told Buffy

"Those never really work." Dawn said.

"Whatever. Book club tonight?" Joyce asked Dawn.

"Uh-huh." Dawn said.

"You guys have a book club?" Buffy asked and reacting to their looks. "Okay, I'm gonna go. I will be back later. What time is your doctor's appointment?" Buffy asked her Mom.

Joyce gave her daughter an exasperated look.

"I just want to know... take it easy. I want you to relax all day, keep your feet up, plenty of Oprah." Buffy instructed her Mom.

"Plus you can check my rain forest report and you know there's like eighty bazillion old board games..." Dawn said.

Buffy grabbed Dawn by the arm and dragged her out of the house.

"Hey! You said I couldn't come." Dawn said.

"Changed my mind." Buffy told her.

Buffy reached the Magic Box, entered and glanced up at the quaint bell that rung when she opened the door. She strolled into the store, taking in the curios and knickknacks lining the shelves. The store was quiet and empty. She looked up to find Giles standing serenely in the centre of the store, dressed in a spangled purple robe and pointed purple warlock's cap. Giles smiled at Buffy cheerily, Buffy merely stared him down. Finally, he dropped the facade and shrugged out of the costume just as Dawn burst through the door behind Buffy, gasping for breath.

"I told you, you couldn't ditch me!" she said to Buffy.

Dawn looked around. "Wow... Mr. Giles! This place is so... wow. I mean, check out all the magic junk."

"Our new slogan..." Giles said sarcastically.

"So when's it open? You know, for customers?" Dawn asked.

"Since nine this morning, actually," Giles said.

"Dawn. Go. Browse. And..." Buffy said.

"You break it, you bought it. Heard you the first sixty times," Dawn said scathingly.

Dawn wandered into the recesses of the store to check the place out.

"Still, not to worry. No, I've got feelings about this place. Magic's a small niche market but... well, think about it. Sunnydale... monsters... supply and demand. They'll be lining up around the block in no time." Giles said to Buffy.

"Yeah. You'll be making money hand over fist." Buffy said.

Suddenly puzzled, Buffy held her hand over her fist.

"Which I guess is a good thing." Buffy said not quite understanding how that was a good way to make money.

"You all right? You seem a little distracted." Giles said to Buffy.

"It's just my Mom's still sick and we have no idea what the deal is." Buffy told Giles.

"She is getting medical attention?" Giles asked.

"Yeah. We have a highly trained medical staff working round the clock to tell us diddly." Buffy said.

"I'm sorry. Still, you know, time and patience... both great comforts..." Giles trailed off.

The bell jingled as Willow and Michael entered. Michael wore a red, long-sleeved T-shirt and leather pants.

Willow ran in, excited.

"Giles! Where's your hat and cloak?" Willow asked.

"Yeah, the hype was out of control," Michael said.

Dawn hurried up to Willow, "Willow! You gotta see this. They have the coolest talismens... mans... talisguys. I..."

"Actually, I have a little Scooby-centric deal to deal with first." Buffy said interrupting.

Buffy reached into her bag and removed the glowing yellow globe.

"I put this before the group. What the hell is it?" Buffy asked.

"It appears to be paranormal in origin." Giles said.

"How can you tell?" Willow asked.

"Well, it's so shiny." Giles said.

"Found it on patrol." Buffy explained.

Buffy handed the object to Giles.

"May be more where that came from. I say we go back out again tonight." Michael said.

"Um... sure." Buffy said.

"You can't patrol. Buffy said." Dawn told Michael.

"No, I didn't." Buffy said, hoping Dawn would shut up.

"Yeah, remember? You said it'd be easier if you didn't have to look out for anybody."

"Well, I wasn't talking about Michael." Buffy said nervously.

"Don't worry about it." Michael said.

"Oh, she just said you look even cuter when you're all weak and kitteny and she'd better go solo or you'd get hurt. So welcome to the club. She'll never let me go either." Dawn said.

Buffy was mortified and furious. Giles, Willow and Michael looked away, uncomfortable. Dawn finally registered the awkward silence.

"What? What?" Dawn asked.

"Giles, you got that danger room set up out back? I'm feeling the need for a little physical rehab about now." Michael said.

Giles handed the globe to Willow.

"Of course, yes." Giles said to Michael. 

Michael disappeared into the back of the shop. 

Then to Willow, Giles said, "If any customers do..."

"On it." Willow assured Giles.

"Dawn, we're going." Buffy said.

Dawn knew she was in trouble and headed out, dejected. Willow stopped Buffy before she left.

"Buffy, wait. Go easy on her." Willow said.

"Why?" Buffy asked.

"I can't help it. I just have all this involuntary empathy for

Dawn. 'Cause she's, you know, a big spaz." Willow replied.

All of Buffy's pent-up frustrations suddenly poured out.

"She's so annoying. Especially now that Mom's sick. She's all over her while I have to be the grown-up and the two of them are like the Giggle Twins and why can't I ever be Lil Punkin' Belly?" Buffy asked Willow.

"While I don't feel qualified to address the last part, I can tell you that Dawn's not just the youngest, she's the baby and maybe your Mom needs that right now." Willow reasoned.

"Dawn doesn't care what my Mom... You just have no idea how much I wish I were an only child these days." Buffy said.

The crash of breaking glass came from the rear of the store.

"Oops!" Dawn said.

Buffy winced and looked knowingly at Willow.

Buffy and Dawn returned home, Dawn was still going on about the incident at the shop.

"We can't all be born with big, fancy, Chosen One reflexes, you know." Dawn said.

"Shh! Mom?" Buffy said.

A soft moan came from the living room.

Buffy and Dawn rushed to Joyce, who was lying on the couch in obvious distress.

"Mom!" Buffy said concerned.

"What's wrong?" Dawn asked.

"It's just my head." Joyce said weakly.

"I'm taking you to the doctor." Buffy said.

"No, sweetheart. I'm fine." Joyce insisted.

"We don't know that. We don't know anything. We're going." Buffy said more firmly.

"I just need my prescription. Please?" Joyce asked.

Buffy picked up the slip and stood up.

"Hospital pharmacy open?" she asked.

"Mmm-hmm." Joyce replied.

"Ten minutes." Buffy said simply.

With that Buffy left the house and went down to the hospital, she had been there on many occasions over the last four years.

The technician handed Buffy a bottle of pills and she turned to leave, examining the bottle as she went. She passed two orderlies and a nurse wheeling a patient down the corridor on a gurney. Ben called out to Buffy, stopping her.

"Hey! It's Buffy, isn't it?" Ben asked.

Buffy looked at him, confused.

"Ben... but you can call me man-nurse. Everybody else here does." Ben said.

Suddenly the patient sat up, struggling to get off the gurney. It was the factory night watchman from the night before.

"I don't belong here. I have important instructions. Fascists!" he said.

Ben pushed him back down while the orderlies fastened his restraints.

"Now you're hurting the nice orderly who's here to help you." Ben said, then to the orderly he said. "I need nine cc's of Phenobarbital in this guy n..." 

Buffy stepped up, slammed the man down onto the gurney with one arm, and effortlessly held him there.

"Or not." Ben said amazed, then to orderlies. "Now let's strap him." The Ben spoke to the patient. "For your own good, I promise," then to Buffy. "You know, not to be rampantly sexist in the workplace, but you've got some serious muscles for a girl."

"I... um..." Buffy said unsure what to say.

"Radioactive spider bite." Ben suggested.

"How'd you guess?" Buffy asked.

"I'm a doctor- well, almost." Ben told Buffy.

The night watchman seized Buffy's arm and looked at the medicine bottle she was holding.

"Doesn't even help. Doesn't make a damn bit of difference!"

"I've met this guy. He's a security guard. He's not crazy." Buffy said to Ben.

"If you say so..." Ben said unconvinced.

"They're coming at you. Don't think you're above it, missy. They come through the family! They get to your family!" The watchman said to Buffy.

"My family? What do you mean?" Buffy asked, if this man knew something about what was making her Mom ill then she wanted to know.

The watchman let go of her arm and the pill bottle fell to the floor.

"Let's get him to Exam One. Now would be nice." Ben said to the orderlies.

Buffy stared after the watchman as the orderlies wheeled him out. Ben picked up Buffy's pills and handed them to her.

"I'm real sorry about that. Here. For your Mom?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, thanks." Buffy said.

"She's not feeling better?" Ben asked.

"Not yet but she will be. I'm starting to figure out what's wrong." Buffy said to Ben.

Buffy had an idea, something supernatural had made this man go nuts, he knew that what ever it was, was trying to get at Buffy through her family. So, she reasoned that whatever this supernatural thing was, it was the thing that was making her Mom sick.

Giles was standing beneath a sign reading 'Shoplifters Will Be Transfigured,' he neatly folded over the top of a brown paper bag, and hand it back to his first customers.

"Thank you for choosing to shop at The Magic Box and please do come again." Giles said.

Willow was standing at the counter, perusing an ancient tome. Giles waited until the couple left the store, then bounded over to Willow, giddy.

"Did you see that? Customers! Real, live customers! They came in and I gave them things and they gave me money and then they left! It's brilliant!"

He 'jumped' back to the cash register to deposit the cash.

Willow didn't bother looking up from her book, "Congratulations. You're an official capitalist running dog. But I gotta tell ya...on the orbular front? We're batting zeroes." Willow told him.

"Well, we'll just have to keep trying." Giles said.

A group of customers entered and began browsing. Giles called out to them, "If there's anything you need help with, let me know."

Anya had also come in with the customers; she stopped at the main display table, examining the items. She picked up a small bag of dust and carried it over to Giles.

"Your conjuring powder is grotesquely over-priced." Anya practically shouted.

"Anya..." Giles said.

"I'm sorry. I'm nearly out of money. I've never had to afford things before and it's making me bitter." Anya explained angrily.

"The change is palpable." Giles said.

"Anya, cheer up you miserable fuck." Michael said from down the other end of the counter.

"Michael." Anya said affronted.

"That stuff doesn't come cheap." Giles said ignoring Michael.

"Well, you're getting ripped off. I could hook you up with the troll that sheds it," Anya told Giles, less angry.

Buffy ran in, flustered.

"Giles, I have an idea what's making my Mom sick." Buffy told Giles.

"Have you spoken with her doctors?" Giles asked.

"They won't find anything. What's hurting her- it's supernatural." Buffy said and picked up the orb. "The night watchman who found this thing? He went crazy- like overnight."

Willow, Giles and Anya backed away cautiously.

"It won't hurt us. I had it on me all night. But this guy, he saw things... he said things." Buffy said.

"Such as?" asked Giles

"They'll come at me through my family." Buffy said.

"Who will?" asked Giles confused.

"I don't know... yet. But whatever touched this guy, it made him see through what the rest of us are seeing. He knew someone's hurting my Mom and they're trying to get to me." Buffy said.

"It's possible but still... the ramblings of a madman aren't much to go on." Giles reasoned.

"Yeah, but it's a start. We need to find out who's making my Mom sick and how." Buffy insisted.

"Then what?" Willow asked.

"Then I hunt them... find them... and kill them." Buffy said.

Later on that day, the shop was bustling with customers. Anya was working the register and Michael, Buffy and Willow were at the counter, busily researching. A customer approached Willow with an antique hourglass.

"Do you gift-wrap?" She asked

"Do we!" Willow said, and then to Anya. "Do we?"

Anya nodded.

"Oh! We do. Little help..." Willow said.

Giles was desperately trying to manage the customers and answer a flurry of questions.

"No, no. Ground cloven hooves are 30% off. The whole ones are full price." Giles turned to see someone tasting something. "That's not... candy!"

Giles looked up with relief as Xander entered the store.

"Xander! There's too many of them... people! And they all seem to want things." Giles said desperately

"I hear ya. Stay British. You'll be okay." Xander said, not wanting to get involved in helping out.

Xander patted Giles on the shoulder then headed over to Anya.

"The thousand-yard stare. Damn! You hate to see it on any man but especially in retail." Xander said as he went round behind the counter.

Anya wrapped up a woman's purchase and handed it to her.

"Please go." Anya said to the woman.

The woman walked away, shaking her head.

"Anya, the Shopkeeper's Union of America called. They wanted me to tell you that 'please go' just got replaced with 'have a nice day'." Xander told Anya.

"But I have their money. Who cares what kind of day they have?" Anya asked.

"No one. It's just a long cultural tradition of raging insincerity. Embrace it." Xander told Anya.

Anya called out to her customer, "Hey, you! Have a nice day."

"There's my girl!" Xander said.

Anya grinned with pride and Xander wandered over to Buffy who was reading a book over to one side. Willow was utterly failing at gift-wrapping the hourglass she had been given by her customer.

"Did you ever think in a million years you'd miss the high school library?" Xander asked Buffy

"Someone put a spell on my Mom. Something to make it seem like she's sick." Buffy informed Xander.

"That's a new kind of nasty. Any suspects?" asked Xander.

"Well, I've got the list narrowed down to just under infinity." Buffy told Xander.

Willow carried the hourglass over to Anya, the wrapping paper hanging off it.

"Does this look right to you?" Willow asked Anya.

"Sure, if you wrapped it with your feet." Anya replied.

Anya took the hourglass and started wrapping it herself. Willow frowned and turned away.

"You know, Buffy, there used to be this French sorcerer back in the 16th I-don't-know-what named..." Anya began

"Cloutier?" Giles guessed.

"So cute in his little knickers. But he had this one-spell demons just hated called tirer la couture."

"Rotate many foodstuffs?" Buffy asked and Michael laughed.

"Pull the curtain back." Willow told Buffy.

"A spell to see spells... well, a trance to see spells, actually, but you get the idea. Try that." Anya suggested.

"What do you mean 'see' spells?" Buffy asked not understanding.


No Place Like Home



I had known that my wife's sister Kate was having a rough go of it at home. Kate and her husband Bill had been on the verge of divorce for the past couple of years, so it came as no real surprise when a few days later my wife informed me it was over. What I didn't expect, though I didn't really have a problem with either, was coming home from work one evening to what appeared to be a rather large pile of luggage that had just arrived from the airport. I walked in, or rather stepped around and then through this sea of baggage. I knew immediately even before Chris, my wife walked from the kitchen area to greet me what was going on.

Several weeks earlier she had mentioned the fact that things were getting worse between her sister and her husband. We had discussed it then, offering her sister (and as it turned out) my niece a place to stay for a while until everything was sorted out. I just wasn't expecting it to happen as quickly as it did, nor was I expecting that my niece would be coming along as well. She'd just graduated from high school, and as I'd heard a while back, had been planning on attending a local university where they lived. Obviously...all that had changed now.

We had plenty of room, so accommodating guests for a while wasn't really any concern. Our own son was currently serving in the Navy, so his room was available, which is the one that Jill, my niece was given to stay in. Kate was of course given the largest guest room downstairs, which was more like an apartment in a way. It had its own bathroom as well as a sitting room, so there was plenty of space for her sister to spread out. When I finally walked into the kitchen area, I was frankly surprised. I hadn't seen my wife's sister in nearly three years due to the distance between us, though Chris had gone for a visit to see her sister on the East Coast at least once a year. But it was Jill who had obviously, and most dramatically changed the most. The last time I had seen her, she was a budding fifteen year old with looks even then that promised her to turn out as quite the looker. Now at eighteen, nearly nineteen, she obviously was.

All three women looked very similar in many ways. They all had very dark brown hair, almost black in fact, though Jill's was long and fell nearly to her waist. Chris and Kate had deep brown eyes, Jill's were almost a golden brown, and very alluring along with her olive complexion, which as I stood there looking at her for the first time in three years, included what appeared to be a very nice tan. When she stood to give me a warm and friendly hug, I was almost taken aback at the sudden development and metamorphosis she had gone through. Like I said, at fifteen she looked nearly full grown, but now even more so. Large, though not overly large breasts seemed to run in the family. And in three years it now seemed, Jill had joined the "C" cup society along with her mother and aunt. When she hugged me, I felt the softness of those (as I now realized) braless breasts pressing against me, and somewhat nervously embraced her, though finally stepping away before it began to look less than innocent.

"I truly hope this won't be too much of an imposition on you Steven," Kate said though it was evident she'd been crying as her eyes were still red and swollen. "But until this mess is finally all sorted out, we didn't really have any place else to go."

I had walked over giving her a warm friendly hug in greeting. "Like we told you a while back Kate, you're always welcome here...for however long you'd like, and need to be. There's plenty of room, and we don't want you feeling in any sort of rush to go anywhere else. Our home...is now your home, for as long as you'd like it to be."

With that, Kate hugged me again, even kissing me on the cheek in thanks, tears once again filling her eyes. I could only smile somewhat guiltily. I had felt the magnificent crush of her breasts against my chest as well, and now stood on the verge of having a hard on, which is the last thing anyone there needed to see or even be thinking about. I quickly excused myself to change into something a bit more comfortable, leaving the three women to chat a bit longer, though I likewise told them as soon as I had done so, I'd help them all with their baggage in getting it to their rooms.

Having slipped into a pair of my favorite shorts and a pull over tee shirt, I headed back downstairs just in time to begin helping Jill with her luggage as my wife and her sister began carting down a few things to where Kate would be staying. As I followed Jill back up the stairs to her room, my eyes were immediately drawn to the twin cheeks of her firm little ass. Had she been my daughter, I'd have been tempted to say something to her. The shorts she was wearing were far too short! As we climbed the stairs together, I could see a great deal of her well-rounded fleshy butt cheeks, the briefest of material even running between her legs making me realize if she were to bend over or sit down with her legs spread even slightly...what I'd most likely be looking at.

"Dumb shit!" I thought to myself. "Quit thinking about your own niece!" I'd just barely managed to get rid of my erection, and now it was threatening to reappear with a vengeance! Something I could ill afford it doing, especially while wearing a pair of my own somewhat tight fitting shorts.

Although the bedroom had at one time been our son Jim's room, he had either taken with him, given away, or had stored most of his personal belongings. Kate had already informed her niece she could redecorate the room as she saw fit, including repainting the recently repainted wall, which was now an off-white, any color she wished to. As I followed Jill into the room, sitting her luggage down next to the bed, she had jumped on it smiling happily. One of the few things Jim had left behind was his bedroom furniture, and the bed just happened to be a queen-sized waterbed.

"I've never slept in one of these before!" she giggled excitedly. I stood there listening to the bed slosh momentarily with Jill laying on it. Images of doing something else suddenly filling my mind, which I immediately tried clearing from my head. It wasn't easy however, as she had to make an effort to get off the bed once she'd gotten on it, swinging her legs as she did, and in doing so, confirming to me the curious image I'd entertained of her when following her up the stairs. I had seen what I now knew to be her bare lips that were protruding around the thinnest strip of Levi material that was somehow digging into her crotch without discomfort. To my relief however, she once again stood facing me, but now there was a whole other problem I had to deal with. I could see very clearly the hard press of her extended nipples against the thin fabric of the cotton tank top she was wearing. Bad enough that it looked painted on her in the first place, but the still somewhat cool feel of the unmade waterbed had been just enough to trigger her nipples into hardness. "Have you?" she had asked me. It took me a moment to realize what it was she was talking about. I even had to tear my eyes away from her twin hard little points, something that wasn't lost on her as she giggled, her face actually turning a little red as she looked down at herself.

I shared her blush, though quickly turning to excuse myself and head back down the stairs in order to cart down the one last remaining, and somewhat heavy bag into Kate's room.

I turned at the door momentarily. "If there's anything else you need, just let me know," I said. Jill stood smiling, her points clearly evident glaring at me, my eyes once again tearing themselves away as I turned and finally left the room. I hadn't gone three feet when I heard a gentle laugh coming from her room. Moments later I discovered why. 

I had made a quick detour into the hallway bathroom in order to make some much needed and very necessary adjustments. Walking into the room, I immediately caught my own image there in the floor length mirror behind the door. Bad enough I could see the very obvious bulge showing in my shorts, worse...they happened to be a light beige, and there was a very noticeable wet spot showing through right where my hard pressed dick was laying. "Fuck!" I said as I stood there looking down at myself. There was no way in hell that Jill hadn't seen that! Opening the door that connected the bathroom to our room, I immediately went inside stripping off my now ruined shorts and fished out an entirely different pair. These, a dark blue and a bit baggier than I actually cared to wear. But under the circumstances, I realized I would no doubt be wearing this particular style and color a lot more often than I usually did. My embarrassment had at least softened my once very hard cock as I now made my way down to Kate's room with the last, and largest as well as heaviest piece of luggage. It was actually more awkward than heavy, and so not wanting to stumble and break my own neck coming down the stairs, I did so slowly, eventually reaching the landing, and upon doing that, hearing my wife and her sister talking. Or rather giggling, giggling in a way that you knew damn well they were sharing or discussing secrets. I stopped where I was, just a few feet away from the open door.

"Bill would have killed me if he'd ever found me using something like that," I heard Kate telling my wife. "He thought women who used any sort of mechanical device, or anything for that matter to get off with, was sick and perverted. He often told me that a man should be enough for any woman without resorting to using something like that!"

I now knew they were talking about vibrators, though why on earth they would be I honestly didn't know. I was half tempted to just sit the piece of luggage down, and quietly creep back up the stairs when Chris spoke.

"And that's a crying shame, no wonder the two of you have problems!" My wife stated. "Steven and I enjoy using them all the time! In fact...he's been the one to usually purchase them for me, surprising me with them. In addition to him being a terrific lover, he's not intimidated with incorporating these in our sex play, and it's one of the main reasons why I believe we have such a damn fine sex life!"

Ok, admittedly I was smiling. 

"And I've always envied you two for that too," Kate told her then. "And I know you're not going to believe this, but Bill and I haven't had sex for the past three years!"

"You're shitting me!" My wife exclaimed in surprise, pausing for a moment, and then asking. "So...ok, you two haven't, but be honest with me Kate, you did at least find pleasure elsewhere during this entire time yes?"

"Just with these," she responded, though I could only image she was referring to her own fingers obviously holding them up. "Like I said, I've never even used one of these things before either!" I then heard her turn the toy on, listening to it briefly as it hummed away in her hand. Obviously Chris had given her one of our toys to use and try out. I stood there, half panicked, once again wondering if I should make my escape back up the stairs before I was discovered.

I then heard my wife laugh, her voice suddenly lowering though even then I could still hear her clearly enough. "If you'd like...I'll show you later on just before bed how to really use and enjoy it," she told her.

I was stunned hearing her say that, though in an odd way, I guess I really shouldn't have been. Still...

Once again they had giggled, said something, which I didn't quite understand. And now hearing movement inside the room, all I could think to do was cough, pick up the large bag, pretend to struggle with it, and then enter the room. By the time I did, they had obviously secreted away the toy from view, though each of them stood there looking like the cat that had eaten the canary.

"Where would you like it?" I asked trying to appear nonchalant.

"Just toss it onto the bed," Kate told me. "I'll figure out where to put everything from there," she added. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I answered back. "Well, guess I'll leave the two of you alone then to catch up on stuff while you're settling in." With that, I again turned and headed back up the stairs, but now I had a whole new image inside my head, partially due to what Chris had once shared with me a while back.

"Wasn't he wearing a different pair of shorts?" I then heard Kate asking my wife.

"Shit!" I said silently to myself as I slowly climbed back up the stairs.

**

In the past, on nights when Chris and I were in a particularly horny frame of mind, we'd often share our thoughts, fantasies, and even experiences with one another, without jealousy or fear of hurting one another's feelings. If anything, just hearing my wife share aspects of her sex-life with me while growing up, softly and sensually fondling my dick as she did so, were some of the most erotic, hot, sensual evenings we'd ever shared together. It had been during one of those particular nights that she had even confided to me that she and Kate had in fact messed around, and had done so on more than one occasion! Just hearing her admit that, and then tell me about it had me rock hard and dying to cum within seconds! Chris was only two years older than her sister, so they had been pretty close growing up most of their life. When as sisters are want to do, they had begun sharing secrets of their encounters with boys, and then asking curiously of one another things which they'd heard or learned about. It became a natural and as far as I was concerned, a normal thing to then explore with one another because of it.

They had explored and experimented kissing. When Kate heard the term "oral" sex, and asked Chris about it, neither one of which had ever done or experienced something like that before, they had quite naturally explored that with one another. When Chris learned what it meant to masturbate, she had immediately told Kate about it. For weeks after they had run off to their room every night, and had either lay on their beds watching one another masturbate, or had eventually turned to actually doing one another at the same time.

It was a closeness they had shared for years, though often going long stretches in-between without doing anything. It had always seemed to be an exploratory, or curious period for them each whenever anything like that ever happened. Eventually it would either taper off, or they'd begin to feel somewhat guilty about doing it, and suddenly stop doing it all together. But the one episode that Chris had shared with me as being the most recent, was two nights just before we had gotten married.

The girls had gotten together at a local strip club, this one for the ladies. It was to be Chris's bachelorette party of course, and her sister Kate had been the one to set everything up. They had obviously enjoyed their evening stuffing dollar bills down the "g" string pockets of the men's penis pouches, all the while getting a little tipsy with all the booze they had likewise consumed during the evening. Smart enough to have hired a limousine for the night, they had then driven all their friends back to their own homes, dropping off the last one nearly an hour away to and from back to their own home where Kate and Chris were still living at the time. It was on the way back from that, that they had gotten together and done something they hadn't done in years.

I was rock fucking hard as she described the experience to me, still stroking my dick, knowing damn good and well how horny it was making me as she told me the story.

"I remember at the time that I was very, very aroused from the evening's entertainment. One of the dancers had a particularly large cock as I recall, and though we weren't really allowed, or supposed to see them, they did wear these stocking like coverings over their dicks. As long as they wore those, they could get as hard as they liked, and once hard, they would then tease some of the women in attendance with them, slapping them against their faces, or even their asses. As part of my surprise for the evening, I was seated in a special chair on stage, a large sheet was then held up shielding the two of us, though the silhouette of what was actually occurring behind it could be easily seen by everyone sitting in front of it. It was the one and only time that I actually saw his very erect, very long cock, as he brushed it, and then poked it against my face. He did so in such a way, without actually touching my lips with it, but the silhouette, which everyone else could see, made it appear as though I was actually sucking him. Especially when he had me stick out my tongue to "'lick" it, which I did...without ever really doing so. Anyway, it was on the drive back from having dropped Cheryl off that I had mentioned to Kate just how fucking horny I had gotten from all that. And without being embarrassed by saying it, admittedly told her I was half tempted to get myself off right then and there. I remember her laughing, and then telling me to go for it. Like I told you Steven, it had been a couple of years by this time since we'd done anything, and with my marriage to you only a couple of days away, I had pretty much figured that all that sisterly stuff between us was well in the past. When Kate said that, and then said she'd even join me, being just as horny as I was, the next thing I knew, we were stripping off our clothes right there in the back of the limo. I think, that the fact we were in a limo had something to do with it as well, as we'd once shared fantasies about fucking our boyfriends in the back of one."

Chris had then mounted me, slipping her sweet wet pussy over my dick, riding me now as she continued to relate her story to me.

"Now remember...back then, Kate was still technically a virgin. She'd never had sex with a man, though we'd in the past used things on one another, which is actually how she really lost her virginity, by me if you seriously can believe that! But...she had very limited experience with a man, as a matter of fact, I don't think she'd even sucked a guys dick at that time either, she'd only as I recall, ever given a guy a hand-job, and then only a couple of times. Anyway...as I said, we were both fucking horny as hell, and now naked in front of one another, something we hadn't done in quite some time. Before I knew it, we'd gone from just talking about masturbating in front of one another, to masturbating one another, to suddenly curl up in a mutual 69 there on the floor between the seats. We were both delirious with desire, pleasure and excitement. Years had passed by now since we'd actually licked one another like this, and this was far more than that simple curious exploration we'd once so openly experimented with one another. This was...pure raw passion and desire. We devoured one another unlike any time previously, me sucking furiously on my sister's clit, and her likewise licking and sucking on mine. By the time we had gotten home, we had actually asked the driver to drive around a little while longer just so we could get one another off again. Which we did, though only after allowing him to watch us from up front. Later...Kate swore she thought the guy was jerking himself off while watching us, which I didn't doubt even for a single solitary moment. Even after the limo experience, we stumbled into the house, ran upstairs to our bedroom, but not before Kate had confiscated one of mom's rather good-sized cucumbers from out of the refrigerator. We had spent the rest of the night, fucking one another with it like crazy, finally passing out afterwards, and falling asleep in one another's arms. In the morning, mom came in to wake us, saw us lying in bed together, naked, and still snuggled together. She left without saying a word to either one of us, though I heard her leave, and wondered if she might say something later to either one of us about it, but she never did."




No Place Like Home



I remembered having one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life after that. Having heard my wife tell me that story, which then afterwards, we quite often did, exciting one another with our various exploits and escapades, along with a few of our most secret fantasies and desires. So as I said, it wasn't at all unusual to expect the two of them to be talking about intimate subjects, or sharing a vibrator even. But having heard Chris, actually offering to show Kate how to use it, and perhaps more even, I was barely able to walk as I finally reached the top of the stairs!

**

We had enjoyed a light simple dinner together. And were now sitting out on the patio sipping a glass of wine. I had wondered all during dinner, if my wife might at some point mention anything to me about what the so-called plans were. I wasn't really expecting her to come right out and tell me that they'd even hinted, teased or had discussed actually messing around, but I was certainly hoping she would.

It just so happened that we did have a rather large sized hot tub out back. And I had in fact seen Kate naked once before, well over five years ago now when she'd last come out for a visit by herself. We'd sat in it together then, naked of course, as I'd explained to her how Chris and I had made it a no-clothes hot tub, making it far easier on keeping out soap from peoples clothing, gumming up the filters and all that. She didn't have a problem with it either back then, the three of us spending a nice relaxing time of it together outside in the tub. Admittedly I had gotten aroused looking at the two of them, knowing even then about some of their previous experiences together, though nothing ever did happen during her stay. Just seeing my wife's sister naked had been enough to once again give us another one of those highly erotic and very sensual evenings together. 

"Feel like tubbing?" Chris had asked. It was the perfect night for it, it was still a bit coolish at night, and the combination of that and the nice hot tub made for a perfect experience. I was pleased to hear it when Kate said that she would, and then very much surprised when she asked Jill if she felt like joining us. Jill made it immediately clear that she would, and then the girls stood to gather up the dinner dishes taking them back inside the house before we did that. I took that opportunity to corner my wife.

"You might want to remind her that this is a no clothing tub," I said a little worriedly. "Maybe Kate knows, or maybe she's forgotten, but I'm thinking you'd best mention it to them both."

Chris laughed. "Don't worry, we already talked about that possibility earlier. Jill's fine with it, as long as you are. You seem to forget, she's an adult now, and can pretty much make up her own mind if she's comfortable or not, being naked in front of you." She paused smiling, looking at me, and then added. "Or is it...you're the one whose nervous, being naked in front of your niece?"

Admittedly I was, though still very much in reasonably good shape as I did pride myself in trying to remain fit, it wasn't that as much as my own body giving my normal natural urges and desires away. "What if I get an erection?" I actually asked my wife seriously. "Then what?"

"Then...I'll either take care of it, or...you'll be the last one out of the tub to be sure," she said giggling, and then ran off to help carry in the dinner dishes before I could respond to that.

I was also purposely the first one in by the time the three of them came out, all wearing towels wrapped about themselves. I had prepared a nice pitcher of margaritas for us to sit and enjoy as we tubbed, pouring those as the three girls stripped, hanging up their towels on the nearby clothes tree before stepping into the tub. I purposely kept my eyes adverted as they did, busying myself with the drinks, only turning to look once I was reasonably sure everyone was sitting down. As long as the jets were going, the swirl and bubbling of the water kept everything pretty well hidden. But even then, a simple sit up for a moment very often bared a pair of breasts, including Jill's who I found myself stealing glimpses of, whenever I could manage it without making it too terribly obvious.

We'd been sitting there in the hot water for half an hour. Usually that was about as long as we did before getting out to sit on the edge for a bit, and then back in once again. I was dying to do just that, but sitting as I was, at least not fully aroused, only partially, I remained down in the water instead. Finally, my wife eased up out of the tub, sitting on the edge, and then Kate did the same thing herself. Seconds later, so did Jill. Now all three women were up and out of the water, sitting there in front of me, displaying their voluptuous, curvy, naked bodies! As the heat was threatening to make me a bit dizzy by now, and not wanting to make things even more obvious, I climbed out as well, though turning slightly off to one side, hiding my not quite stiff prick from view. Though I noticed that Chris looked over towards me and smiled knowingly.

As the three of them continued to chat, I allowed myself the luxury of pretending to follow along quietly, though taking in the sights. In five years time, I had pretty much forgotten what Kate's body looked like, two things immediately coming to mind as I periodically looked at her. One, the last time I remembered seeing her, she still had a bit of a bush, though even then she had seemingly trimmed it. Now...just like my wife, she was entirely bare, as was Jill. Two, her nipples were a little lighter in color than Chris's were. More like a very light brown as opposed to being pink, whereas Jill's nipples were a true rosy-red color, perky, not too surprisingly, though still full, with fairly large dollar sized areola's just like my wife's. As I sat there enjoying the similarities every bit as much as the differences, I realized a little too late that I was once again, very, very hard. Slipping back down into the water in order to conceal that, I caught a look from Kate as I did so. She had obviously seen my aroused state, too noticeable to have ignored, even though I had made some effort to conceal that fact as I slipped back into the tub. But, it was also at that precise moment that the timer on the jets shut off, stilling the water almost immediately for one. We usually used that as a signal we'd been in the water long enough and that it was time to get out. I turned, just then seeing a brief smile likewise coming from Jill's face as she turned and then swung her beautifully nude body out and onto the steps leading down.

"Well...I'm cooked," she told everyone. "And very relaxed as well as tired too. I think I'll call it a night." Once again she looked over towards me smiling however. "Good night Uncle Steven," she said, now blowing me a kiss. "Sweet dreams!" Though she held the towel against herself, she didn't wrap it around her as she headed back inside the house. I sat there watching that firm young ass in all its glory as she crossed the yard. My wife spoke my very thoughts.

"Well, Jill has certainly grown into a very fine young woman hasn't she?"

"Yes she has," Kate spoke in agreement. "I'm just sorry that she's had to go through all this. It's been very, very hard on her. More than you two really know. One of the reasons she decided to come out here with me, and perhaps look for a university in the fall to go to, was because she had also recently broken up with her long time boyfriend. It had hurt her deeply when they did, but the honest to god's truth of it was, she just couldn't see herself ever getting married to him. By the time they had finally decided to become intimate, she had soon after discovered, and then realized, their sex-life would have been horrible. I was surprised when she told me that, but pleased too. I mean after all, I didn't want to see her making the same mistake I did. Maybe sex isn't everything, but...a lousy sex life is just as difficult to endure being without, even if you still love the person you got married too. So, needless to say, I was glad when she told me that, and then ended it."

Hearing my wife and her sister sitting there discussing Jill's sex-life didn't make things any easier for me. "Well you two, I think I've about had it myself," I told them, hoping upon saying that, they'd agree and decide to get out as well. But...they didn't. 

"If you don't mind honey, I think Kate and I are going to stay up and girl-chat for a while yet. We'll be sure to put the cover back on and button things up before going to bed."

Once again, I couldn't help but wonder. But...I also now had to deal with the very hard fact, I was in fact...hard. And would have to crawl out of the tub in front of them both. Seeing the look in my wife's eye, I could see she was actually challenging me to do just that, wondering how I'd manage, or accomplish it. I decided that stiff dick or no...I'd simply get out as though not realizing I even had one. I stood up, walked over and stepped over the edge down onto the steps, though by now my back was towards them both. I had sensed, more than actually saw the two of them looking at me as I did. There was no denying the fact I was about as hard and as erect as I'd ever been, but under the circumstances, I felt they were as much to blame as I was. Gathering my towel, I too dried off, and then simply carried it inside, giving them both a nice good look at my ass. Something, I was still proud to say, didn't look half bad as I headed back inside.

**

I know that for me at least, what happened next is one of those I was either in the right place at the wrong time, or the wrong place at the right time, situations.

There was no fucking way I was going to fall asleep, not with a full-blown erection! Entering our bedroom, I collapsed onto the bed intending to wank one off, and hopefully fall asleep shortly there afterwards. But that was about the same time I heard giggling coming from outside, back by the hot tub. It was the same sound of giggling I heard coming from Kate's room earlier, and knew upon hearing it, that Chris and her sister were definitely up to something. The problem was, even from our bedroom window, I wouldn't be able to see a thing.

We had put in the tub around the side of the house, an oddly sized piece of property that would have had no real function or value to it if we hadn't done it that way. So, we had built a nice little deck, installed the tub, making the side of the house not only functional, but very, very private as it turned out. The only room looking down on that side of the house was from the window in my den. As I lay there, I could only wonder and imagine what it might be they were up to. Too curious, and far too horny to ignore, I then slipped back out of bed, still naked, and entered the hallway. I passed by the bathroom, which connected both rooms, and then slipped into the den. Before doing that, I had glanced down at the closed door leading into Jill's room and saw that the light was off. No doubt, she had already gone to bed, and perhaps by now was fast asleep. With that assurance, I then stepped into my den, closing the door quietly behind me and ventured over towards the window looking out. Like I said...I was, and I wasn't surprised at what I saw.

Kate was lying on her back on the sitting bench surrounding the outside of the hot tub. My wife was likewise lying between her spread legs. There could be no mistaking what it was the two of them were doing either. I certainly wasn't angry at discovering this, again...it's not like I didn't know it had happened before, and the fact that the two of them had always been close, obviously a lot closer than most siblings were, especially being sisters to share so intimate an act together such as they were. But I figured too, Kate had been through an awful lot lately. After eves dropping in on the fact she hadn't had any real sexual satisfaction of any sort for three years, it actually stood to reason that Chris would have been the one to actually offer her some much needed, intimate contact and relief. I didn't see it as her cheating on me either, though I did hope at some point she'd at least be honest enough to come forward and tell me about it. Be that as it may, I was standing there watching my wife going down on her sister, reminded once again of the hard stiff cock sticking up between my legs as I began playing with it. Just seeing the two of them together like that, so sensual, and so erotic. My wife's hands reaching up to gingerly toy with, and fondle Kate's breasts, wishing I was now doing that myself, wondering what it might be like to actually fuck her, let alone lick her cunt just as my wife was now doing.

So engrossed in what was happening below me, I hadn't heard Jill leave her room. Nor had I heard her enter the bathroom across the hall, which she'd obviously done. What I had also failed to observe or do anything about, was to close the door leading from that room into this one. When Jill entered the bathroom, she no doubt saw me standing at the window in my den. Just enough light from the moon outside to outline my presence in the window as I stood there, though I also now know, that wasn't the only dead give-away either. I was also breathing very hard, and my dick was very, very slick, and as I stood there jacking it off, I was delighting myself in the very wet slippery sounds I was making as I fisted it, teasing it, and concentrating solely on the scene taking place down below me.

Jill stood there in the doorway in the darkness watching me for what she later said was only a few minutes, just long enough to become aroused herself, though she too had begun to wonder what it was I was looking at, only then realizing why it was I was standing at the window in this particular room. I didn't even hear her until she was suddenly standing beside me looking out. I know I jumped, but I also know I nearly swallowed my tongue too. It took a few moments for me to find any sort of intelligible words to say. Luckily, Jill spoke first, giving me something to respond to.

"Mom told me how she and Aunt Chris used to fool around once in a while growing up, and then even later when they got older. She told me the story about the limo ride, and what the two of them did two days before you and Aunt Chris got married."

Jill stood looking out the window beside me down into the yard below us. By now, the girls had exchanged positions. Kate was now lying between my wife's legs, her tongue now tickling her sister's cunt as the two of us stood there looking down. The problem for me was, I stood there with a very hard, almost painful erection, which Jill now looked over towards. In the next instant, her hand reached out surrounding it as I stood there, unable to move, to speak, to do much of anything, though I did suddenly breathe.

"Ah...Jill!"

"Shh," she said. "Don't worry about it. I'm horny too," she told me. "I was looking over at your dick all night. I noticed you were trying to hide the fact it was hard, but I kept stealing glances at it whenever you didn't think I was looking."

I couldn't bring myself to tell her I'd been doing the exact same thing. But I wasn't the one standing there holding onto her Uncles hard stiff prick either.

The fact my niece was standing there holding my dick in her hand had made me suddenly light headed. All reason, logic, suddenly evaporating. Jill looked out the window her hand now bringing me the pleasure I was only moments ago bringing myself. "That looks fucking hot doesn't it?" She asked looking down. "My own mother going down on my aunt," she stated causing me to look with her. "I've only been with another girl myself once before...just a few weeks ago in fact," she then stated. "Another reason I decided to come here with mom."

"Wha...why?" I stammered trying desperately to regain my senses.

"She was my best friend, after my breakup she had come over to spend the night with me, we got a little tipsy, and before either one of us knew it, we were doing what mom and Aunt Chris are. Debra freaked after that, suddenly guilty for some reason and left telling me she didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. She said I was sick and perverted...words I'd heard my father call mom on several occasions. I decided then, I wasn't about to stay there either."

Jill turned towards me stepping into my arms. "I don't see it that way," she breathed hotly her lips against mine, kissing me. "I don't see what mom and Aunt Chris are doing as sick or perverted either. I think it's sexy...beautiful," she added kissing me once again.

The problem here was, I didn't think it was sick or perverted either. It was fucking hot as hell, but seeing my wife and her sister doing something they'd obviously been doing throughout most of their life was one thing. Allowing my own niece to stand there and fondle her uncle's prick somehow seemed wrong, even though in a weird way, it felt so right too. I tried using a different tactic in trying to dissuade Jill's advances, the last thing I needed was for my wife, her sister to find out about this, even though Jill obviously now wanted it, and more. Kate had already been through enough, having her sister's husband taking advantage of her daughter, his niece, just because he was horny...because she was...was no excuse!

"Look, Jill. As good as this feels, and believe you me...it feels fucking good! The last thing I want to do is cause problems, or hurt anyone. As much as I would sincerely love to be doing to you at this very moment what your mother is doing to my wife, your aunt..."

Jill laughed, stopping me in mid sentence.

"What's so funny?"

"They said you'd probably say that."

"They?" I said confused as hell taking a moment to look back out the window just as Jill was. Kate and her sister were now walking towards the house hand in hand. Seeing that, I began to panic.

"Yeah, it was their idea that I come in before anyone else did. The idea was to get you all nice and horny, I was to come into your bedroom after you did. But this worked out too," she said smiling.

I was shocked. "Their idea?" Once again she laughed, now leading me by the dick through the room towards the bathroom. 

"Look Uncle Steven, several days before we flew out here, I heard mom and Aunt Chris talking on the phone. It was evident that things might happen with the four of us living together, they even discussed the possibility of it, especially when they began talking about the last time the two of them had actually been together. After everything mom has been through, she needed to feel some sort of love and affection again from someone. Hearing them talk about it, and knowing that they'd done so in the past, the concern then was you...and then me. So when they brought up the idea of doing this in the kitchen just before you got home from work, I was already excited and looking forward to finding out what it would be like to experience hot arousing sex with someone, and not just settling for something that I knew had to be better than what I'd experienced so far. Aunt Chris told me that you were a gentle and considerate lover, but that you could also be a wild and passionate one as well. Not knowing how you might react at the two of them being together again at first, we all figured that if I were to come to you, you might see things in a whole new light."

We had crossed through the bathroom into the bedroom now. Jill still leading me by my dick as I walked with her listening in disbelief. "So you're telling me, they're ok with this...with you and me, sleeping together."

Once again she laughed. "Oh, I don't think we'll do too much sleeping," she giggled. "I'd prefer to say...fucking," she said hotly now pulling me down onto the bed along with her. "Though before we even do that, I'd like to feel what you said you wished you were doing to me earlier."




No Place Like Home



Jill had spread her legs, her hand reaching down between them openly touching herself. "Please Uncle Steven," she asked with an excited tremor in her voice. "I want to feel your mouth on me...please!"

I knew at that moment there was going to be a big family discussion. But now was not the time. At the moment, I was far too fucking horny to think about the consequences, even if it appeared there wouldn't be any. As my wife and Kate had obviously come into the house, but hadn't come up the stairs to the bedroom, I could only imagine where they were at, and what they were most likely doing at this very moment.

"Just one thing," I said slipping into position, seeing a smile of delight on my nieces face as I did so.

"What?"

"Until I'm...until we're all...a bit more comfortable with all this. Just call me Steve, or Steven while we're doing this at least."

She really giggled upon hearing that. "But I like calling you Uncle, it's so much more exciting to think in those terms," she informed me. "I'd rather than my Uncle Steven is licking my cunt, soon fucking it," she said wantonly, drawing me up towards her, her hands already on her breasts kneading and playing with them expectantly. I looked down at her glistening wet pussy, her aroma already making me heady.

"Oh fuck...call me anything you'd like!" I said, and then buried my face in her cunt.

**

When I woke I found myself alone. I don't remember Jill leaving, we'd obviously spent most of the night in bed together. And though it was already late in the morning judging the brightness of the sunshine coming through the window, all I could remember was the two of us fucking. I had cum three times myself, though I'd lost track of the number of orgasms Jill had experienced. I rolled out of bed, stumbled into the bathroom to pee, and then slipped into a bathrobe and wandered downstairs, curious as to what everyone else was now doing.

Although it was late, far later than I ever really slept even on a Saturday morning, I could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as I stepped into the kitchen. Kate was sitting at the table reading the paper, two freshly poured cups, one for her...one obviously for me.

"Morning sleepyhead," she said looking up. The smile on her face immediately reassuring me that Jill had been telling me the truth, though even then I felt momentarily awkward.

"Where is everyone?" I asked sitting down, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Chris and Jill went to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I think they wanted to chat for one thing, but for another, we all thought it might be a good idea if I was here when you woke up so that you and I could...if you had any worries or concerns you felt needed to be addressed," she told me boldly. There it was...it was out. And I did too, though at the moment I still felt a little sheepish.

"And you're ok...with, ah...with everything?" I asked.

"Are you?" She responded in kind. "Obviously, you know Chris and I spent the night together, something I needed...something I think we both did. But I think Chris's concern was...and perhaps still is, how are you with all that?"

Just being reminded of the incredible night Jill and I had experienced together sent a throbbing jolt of arousal down between my legs. I considered briefly that perhaps coming downstairs with nothing but my bathrobe on as perhaps not being such a good idea. If we didn't change the subject soon, I'd be sitting there with a raging hardon again.

"A little surprised perhaps yes. But not so much about the two of you, to be perfectly honest, I was actually expecting that might eventually happen, just not quite in the way that it did, though now I guess...I should have realized it would as early and as soon as it had. Obviously the two of you did need to share your affections and comfort one another. What wasn't expected or anticipated of course, was Jill coming in to me." Once again I felt my cock lurch, hardening as I shifted in my seat a bit uncomfortably.

Kate stood and wandered over towards the kitchen counter, grabbing up the pot of coffee and then coming back to refill our cups. "Obviously you and Chris are going to need to sit down and discuss things, so that there won't be any misunderstandings between you...or between all of us," she added. "But as for Jill and I, she's obviously old enough now to make her own decisions and her wanting to be with you last night was her decision to make. Admittedly, Chris and I were ok with it after we'd all sat down and discussed it. But it was again up to you as well, not knowing for sure how you might react. But at least, you knew before anything went any further that as her mother, and with Chris being your wife, neither one of us had any objections."

"Thank god for that!" I said laughing it off still a bit nervously, though Kate's less nervous laugh made me feel easier.

"So...what are you thinking anyway?" Kate asked. "I know you and Chris have opened your home up to us for a while..."

"For however long you want to," I said interrupting her.

She smiled. "Thank you, I...we, appreciate that. But what I mean is this. We've only been here one night, and already things have happened, and very likely will continue to do so if we stay. So if you're uncomfortable with any of this, then you need to come right out and say so. And like I said, you and Chris perhaps need to sit down and discuss it a bit more thoroughly before we get too settled in."

"Nonsense," I told her seriously. "I'm sure that Chris and I will indeed have a chat, the sooner the better in fact. But I don't see there being any real problems here, especially if she didn't...and doesn't have a problem with what happened last night. If she did...then obviously, I don't think that would have actually happened. And I'm also willing to bet, the two of you have already discussed a few other possibilities as well...or am I wrong about that?"

I decided to test the waters here, see just how far off the mark I was...though I seriously doubted it. I'd managed to untie the sash on my bathrobe, and though it remained closed as I sat there, I then stood, once again making motion towards the kitchen counter as I reached for, grabbing the coffee pot. I turned holding it out towards her. "Refill?"

Obviously my robe had parted. My hard stiff cock now poking out through the opening as I stood there. Kate's eyes immediately spotting it of course as I'd expected that she would. There was a brief momentary pause, and I once again found myself wondering if I'd overstepped my bounds here. Finally she looked up, a smile on her face.

"You have any idea how long it's been since I've even seen a man's hard stiff cock?" she asked lustily. "Too long! But..."

"But?"

"Yeah but...Chris told me this morning that she thought something like this might arise," she stopped giggling at her own comment, "this morning..." she continued. "So she asked me to wait...to wait until later just in case it did. I promised her...I would."

Having heard that, I then wondered if indeed Chris wanted to have that much needed chat with me first before anything else did happen around here. I couldn't blame her for that either, maybe we did, maybe she and I needed to seriously rethink everything and discuss it before things truly got out of hand. 

"I understand," I told her, though she held out her empty cup towards me. I felt a little foolish standing there with my hard dick sticking out, but I stepped over, pouring the coffee. She slid over my own half empty cup, so I refilled that one too. But as I stood doing that, I felt Kate's hand suddenly reach over grasping my hard stiff dick.

"But she also said...if anything did come up short of that..." And then suddenly I felt my sisters mouth surrounding my shaft.

I put the nearly empty coffee pot down on the table, my hands immediately coming up to hold onto the sides of my sisters head as she continued to surround my prick with her mouth, gingerly sucking it.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned audibly, pleasurably. I felt her hand now cupping my balls as well, gently kneading them as she continued to expertly suck my prick, mouthing it and teasing the head of it wickedly with her tongue.

I was surprised at the intensity of it, certainly not having expected it either as she continued working her mouth up and down the length of my prick. Within moments I felt the first telltale signs of my impending release, and warned her.

"God, Kate...if you keep..."

I heard her murmur of enthusiastic continuance, her "Uh hum...uh hum," the sudden increased bobbing of her head, her hands now adding to the delicious tickling and pleasure of my shaft. She wanted me to cum in her mouth, that much was obvious, and the fact I was only seconds away now from doing just that, allowed me to relax and simply enjoy her exquisite pleasuring.

Ironically, it was at that precise moment that both Kate and I heard the sound of my wife's car pulling up into the driveway, followed by the sound of the garage door being opened. Kate however continued sucking me, my release only momentarily postponed as I thought how this might look, them...Jill, my wife, walking in...me standing there with Kate, Jill's mother, my wife's sister, sucking my prick! It seemed weird, decadent, wicked, confusing...all of it. And yet...Kate continued mouthing me even though we both knew that Chris and Jill would be walking into the kitchen at any moment.

"Fuck! Fuck! Here it comes! Here it comes!" I once again warned her, feeling the hot throbbing rush of release suddenly spurt from the head of my prick filling my sisters mouth. She sucked...continued to suck, swallowing each delicious hot fiery spurt of my spunk, one after the other. It seemed like an eternity, but finally she sat back wiping her mouth, the trace of my spending still clearly in evidence, as was my still somewhat hard prick which she held in her hand just as the back door opened and Chris along with Jill came into the kitchen area carrying several sacks of groceries with them when they did. Almost immediately my wife spotted her sister sitting there with me standing in front of her, still holding my rapidly softening prick.

She smiled however, as did Jill, trying to hold back a chuckle.

"Well, I see you're um...uh, up," Chris laughed walking over and then kissing me! She looked down at my now less than fully hard cock. "Well...sort of anyway," she then added. "I take it the two of you had a chance to discuss things?"

"Ah yeah...sort of I guess," I said, now feeling a little embarrassed, though after everything that had happened up to this point, I really shouldn't have been.

"Good, glad the two of you did," my wife told me. "And...I think you and I need to sit down and talk a little later ourselves. But right now...we could use a hand with the rest of the groceries, and then...if you wouldn't mind getting the grass mowed today, it's getting a little long. Oh, and just one more thing..."

I just looked at her, this moment in time seemed almost surreal, though Kate had removed her hand from my dick now, she still sat there licking her lips quite erotically so. A fact that wasn't lost on either of the other two women.

"Don't go downstairs into the den, we'll be busy down there," she told me. "It's a surprise...for later."

"Ok," I said simply, still feeling a little confused.

"Now then...the groceries?" Once again Chris kissed me, her tongue fencing with mine quite erotically for a moment. "Oh, and please honey...after you'd mowed the lawn and such, make sure you take a shower...ok?"

I hurriedly helped in bringing in the last of the few remaining bags, then sprinted upstairs to dress and headed outside in order to mow the lawn. "A surprise?" I said asking myself as I began mowing the grass. So far...everything that had happened around here had been a surprise to me. After everything that had happened already, I didn't think I could find myself being any more surprised than I'd already been. Little did I know.

**

The girls had busied themselves inside the house for the better part of the day while I mowed the lawn, pulled a few weeds in the garden, and then took a break relaxing in the shade sitting in the hammock. As I did that, I watched curiously as Chris made a few trips in and out of the house back and forth between the storage shed. That made me more curious than ever. All we kept in there was some of our camping gear, so I couldn't for the life of me imagine what it was she was actually up to. In time, I finally went back inside the house to take that nice long hot shower. I laughed upon seeing the sticky note taped to the mirror above the sink. It said: "Make sure you shave too!"

She didn't need to specify what she meant either. I certainly would have shaved my face, that went without saying, but what Chris preferred, and enjoyed me doing, was shaving my pubes off too. I had gotten into the habit of doing that whenever I showered which made it a lot easier to maintain it and keep myself smooth, which included my balls. And though I had done that the day before, I figured it wouldn't hurt to do it again today either. By the time I got out of the shower, not only was I squeaky clean, but I was also about as smooth as a baby's bottom. Walking into the bedroom, there was yet again another sticky note taped to the mirror in our room. I walked over to that one.

"Wear the black silk...for me, you know how much I love seeing you in them." She'd planted what appeared to be a lipstick kiss on the sticky just below that. I then glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was just then five o'clock. "A little early yet for pajamas isn't it?" I wondered asking myself.

I wasn't about to argue however, my curiosity level was high enough as it was. If they wanted me in black silk pajama bottoms at five in the afternoon, who was I to argue? I wondered briefly if she expected me to wear the top too. Chris had long ago adopted that half of the ensemble as her own, often wearing that to bed, so it hadn't been in my dresser drawer for eons. Quite naturally all I found were the bottoms. I figured if she'd wanted me to likewise wear the top that went with them, she'd have taken it out of her drawer and put it in mine. Since she hadn't, I went with that.

By the time I got down the stairs I saw the girls carrying things outside setting up what I soon learned to be a light easy dinner out on the patio. Unexpectedly however was the very sexy fashion in which they were dressed. My wife was in fact wearing the matching black top to my pajamas, and as she stood uncorking one of three wine bottles, I saw the hem of it raise just enough to show that's all in fact that she had on! Kate was similarly dressed in what appeared to be one of my long-sleeved dress shirts as was Jill. The tails of which had been neatly pressed, thus hanging down just far enough to hide the fact that they too had nothing else on underneath them.

"My my...don't the three of you look nice!" I said grinning appreciatively. It was indeed an interesting look. Everything was hidden, yet suggestive as hell. It was obvious that was all they had on, though I could see nothing, only a hint here and there as the three girls finished setting up for dinner.

"Thank you," they all beamed, my wife now adding. "We didn't want to have too filling of a dinner this evening," she grinned smiling at her two consorts. "We have a special evening planned for later."

"I sort of gathered that by all the sticky notes you left me," I laughed taking my seat, pouring everyone a wine. Even as I did that, I felt myself becoming aroused, but this time, I made no point of trying to conceal the fact that I was either. If my dick stiffened and ended up making a tent in my silk pajama pants, then so be it.

The dinner was in fact perfect. Just enough to satisfy the appetite without leaving you sitting there feeling bloated or too fucking full. The wine really put a nice relaxing mellow edge on everything else, and even with the girls dressed the way that they were, still looking provocative and sexy as hell, it wasn't enough to reawaken my earlier erection. It too was relaxing quite comfortably, though obviously aware, and ready at a moment's notice to make an appearance. 

It was just starting to get dark outside when Chris came over to me sitting down in my lap. "You get to clear away the table, wash the few dishes, or at least stack them in the washer, straighten up," she said smiling at me, wiggling her bare ass affectionately over my now reawakening prick. "After that...or a minimum of fifteen minutes whichever comes first, then and only then...can you come down to the den, that's where we'll be waiting for you."

By now it was clearly obvious as to what was in store for me, and though I no doubt knew this was to be a night unlike any I had ever known before, even knowing and realizing that, I had no idea! By the time I had taken everything into the house, straightened up and yes...washed all the dishes by hand, it was just then fifteen minutes. I decided to wait another five before heading on down the stairs to our den, wondering why there for one, though it was just about the largest room in the house save for the formal sitting area. Whatever they'd been up to all day, obviously Chris had intended on having a bit of extra room. I poured myself another wine, laughing upon seeing the sticky note attached to the as yet unopened third bottle. "Bring it with you," it said. I stood out on the deck drinking my wine, enjoying the feel of my erection as it slowly grew in anticipation of things to come. In moments, the front of my black silk pajamas was sticking straight out in front of me, and it felt damn fucking good when it did too!

Like a kid waiting for the ok to get up on Christmas morning, I glanced at my watch one last time. Twenty minutes had now officially passed. It was time to head downstairs and whatever the hell awaited me. Even as I descended the steps, I could smell the aromatic fragrance of scented candles, not to mention the flicker of subdued light rather than the harsh bright glare of the fluorescents, which I'd actually been expecting to see. As I rounded the corner of the hallway, opening the door of the den, I could only stand there in what was pure awe at what I now saw before my very eyes. It was almost too much to take in all at once.

They must have lit what appeared to be three dozen candles scattered about the room, and the only source of light. Soft music was playing in the background, giving the atmosphere yet again another sensual feel to it. I almost did laugh at the fact that they had pushed all the furniture aside however, now pressed against the walls of the room. In the middle of the wide-open space in between, Chris had blown up and placed the two king-sized air mattresses we used whenever we'd gone camping. One of the funny things about that, as much as I loved to go camping, Chris and I both still enjoyed the feel of crisp clean sheets rather than some old smelly, almost too warm sleeping bag. We'd actually gone out and had custom sheets made to fit the mattresses, which were on now, making what appeared to be an enormous bed, or rather play ground right there in the middle of the floor. But what had really caught my eye of course, was the three of them sitting there together on the couch facing towards me, all three now entirely naked, sipping the wine they had brought down with them as they waited for my arrival.

"This...is nice," I said taking a moment to fully appreciate the efforts they had gone to here. Obviously there were great and wonderful things in store ahead of me. Chris smiled, and then told me to take a seat.

"Relax, enjoy yourself...and watch for a while," she said more seductively than I'd ever heard her sound like before. "We'll let you know when we're ready for you," she added. 




No Place Like Home



"When we're all sure...you're more than ready for us," Kate said joining in. Jill didn't say anything, though she was likewise smiling at me, more like grinning from ear to ear, obviously excited. Finally she stood and simply blurted out, too excited so it seemed to keep it in any longer.

"They're both going to eat and play with me while you watch!" She said obviously aroused, and immediately slid into the middle of the enormous bed they'd created. I heard Kate laugh...a bit nervously perhaps, making me realize when she did...this would indeed be a first for them. The mere thought of that making my cock lurch in equally excited expectation!

"Try to keep from cumming," my wife said teasingly. "But if you can't...don't waste it either, make sure you bring it over here if you find you just can't control yourself!" With that, both Kate along with my wife slithered onto the double-king sized bed joining Jill. I sat, facing towards them, drink in hand, cock already standing about as stiff and straight as it ever had before, well tenting my once loose fitting pajama bottoms.

It became immediately obvious that Kate was going to be the first one to lick Jill's sweet tasting pussy. A point not lost on me as I could almost taste it again myself. As I sat there watching them position themselves, I could very easily recall the incredible sweet taste of my nieces bare pussy. It was like lapping up honey when I had done that, not to mention the thrill of seeing her produce even more of it, a white frothy little cream that just sort of oozed out of her pussy when she came. I knew then, that her own mother would soon be tasting her daughter's sweetness just as I had.

My wife sat behind Jill, cradling her upper body comfortably in her lap. Her hands easily able to reach, and thus caress, play and fondle with the young woman's perky firm breasts, her nipples well hard, and awaiting my wife's touch. Just seeing her suddenly begin to finger them the way that she now was, the expression of pure pleasure on Jill's face as she did that was enough to send a surge of precum dripping out the head of my cock. I reached down, my fingers feeling the slippery lubricant through the material of my silk pajamas, using both now to further enhance and stimulate those same exquisite sensations on the head of my prick as I dug a finger in, and rubbed it softly in a circular motion, all the while still watching the three of them together. 

By now, Kris had indeed positioned herself between her daughter's outstretched legs. Laying at just enough of an angle to me, I was easily able to see her when she first touched Jill's quim with her mouth and tongue. Jill's eyes had closed upon my wife's caress of her breasts, but now flew immediately open, wide-eyed, and wild-eyed in a sense, as she looked down, moaning deeply, even quivering, as Kate went about lapping at her daughter's sex.

"Fuck!" I spat throatily, allowing the decadence and the impact of the moment be heard. Jill groaned once again in agreement, the flick of Kate's tongue on her clit quick and furious for a moment as Jill rotated her hips in supplication of her mother's ministrations on her rapidly lubricating pussy. In seconds, I could actually hear the free flowing juices as Kate added a finger to her pleasuring, now fucking Jill's cunt with her hand and fingers, all the while continuing to suck and tickle the young woman's clit. Chris, as I watched, took turns pulling, rolling or simply kneading her soft pliant breasts, tweaking her nipples playfully, stretching or pulling upon them however she felt appropriate.

"Bet you never imagined in a million years that your mother would one day be licking your pussy, or finger-fucking your cunt now did you?" Chris said almost obscenely, but her tone of voice, obviously filled with lust, desire and need merely added to and enhanced the others enjoyment.

"Fuck I love the way mom's sucking my cunt!" Jill cried out a short moment later. "And the way that you...Aunt Chris, are playing with my tits too!"

I was still knobbing the head of my dick through the now soaked material of my pants, it felt good just in doing that, though Jill now looked over towards where I was sitting, her eyes now locking on the movement and pleasure I was giving myself.

"Oh Uncle Steven, please...please, take it out, let me see it. Let me see you playing with your rock hard dick while mommy's eating me!" she quite simply demanded.

It was an easy matter for me to simply lift up my ass. In seconds I had pulled off my pajama bottoms, yanking them down and then kicking them away. I sat, my cock sticking straight up in the air, purple...swollen, angry looking and oh so fucking hard!

"Oh my God! It looks like it could spurt any second!" Jill exclaimed as she lay there looking at me. I then made it dance for her, not using my hands, something I was easily capable of doing, and had done so on many occasion much to the delight of my wife. Not unexpectedly, I heard Chris chuckle, also watching me as I did that. 

"Now...watch this," My wife did say as the two of them sat looking over towards me. "Spank it baby...spank it, make it swing back and forth as fast as you can for her!"

There were times when I was indeed horny beyond belief, which I was in fact now. When I could quite easily, and very, very pleasurably, slap my prick almost as hard as it was physically possible to do. I would then very often, slap it with both hands from opposite directions, one after the other until my cock was a virtual blur of motion in between each slap. It would vibrate, spin, rock back and forth with blinding speed. The stinging blows easily heard, and quite pleasurable once I really got into it. Without further coaxing, I began doing just that.

"Holy shit! Doesn't that fucking hurt?" Jill asked in bemused wonder as I sat there spanking my dick as hard and as fast as I could.

"No more than when I do that to myself," Kate said looking up, likewise just as enthralled now, though I had felt myself getting a bit too close there towards the end, and thus refrained from continuing further. I wanted to enjoy this, and we'd just barely even gotten started here.

"Ok, my turn!" Chris said as she and Kate now exchanged places. I went back to simply sitting, occasionally giving the head of my cock a little pinch or a feel, sipping my wine, watching as Kate now caressed and played with her daughters breasts while my wife took up where her sister had left off, fingering and now sucking Jill's tender young pussy.

"Tell us when you're getting close," Chris told her. "But don't cum yet..." she added. It was obvious she was getting close, though trying without much success in delaying the inevitable. Her face was screwed up in a pleasured grimace as she fought off the urge, and then slowly began to succumb to it regardless of her effort.

"Ok, fuck...ok, I can't hold off for very much longer!" she finally exclaimed meaning it.

"Come here Steven," Chris said sitting up. "And hurry!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. Quick as a bunny I was on my knees, and then laying down between Jill's legs.

"Make her cum baby...make her cum now."

Chris held my rock hard shaft, placing it at the opening of Jill's sweet tight tender pussy. With more ease than one could possibly even imagine, I slipped deeply inside her, hilting myself in her succulent depths. I heard the intake of her breath, the expulsion, which sounded more like an explosion as I slid back out, and then in, and then out again.

"That's it baby...fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"

Kate was now leaning over, sucking Jill's left breast. Chris having let go of my prick, now joined her sister, sucking on the right one, each however watching me as I began thrusting faster and faster in and out of Jill's almost too slippery soaked cunt. The sounds of our coupling easily heard, the frothy mixture of her nectar being churned inside, now bubbling to the surface as I fucked into it, adding a bit more of the slippery drippy lubrications which I now felt running out and down the crack of her ass as I continued pummeling the depths of her cunt with my cock.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Jill screamed out suddenly at the top of her lungs, her cunt suddenly liquefying, splurging itself, becoming more juice than cunt in actuality as I felt my own semen suddenly discharge, leaping from the head of my dick, filling her pussy to near overflowing just as she climaxed, screaming and babbling unintelligently all the while.

Exhausted for the moment at least, I rolled away from on top of her, not wanting to suffocate or crush her with my weight. As I did, Kate came back around, her mouth now softly licking, lapping up the precious mixed spending of us both from her daughters well pleasured pussy.

Likewise, Chris came over to me, her mouth now cleaning, softly sucking, and licking up the same mixture of cream and Jill sauce that she found there as well.

With Jill and I both out of the action momentarily, it wasn't at all surprising when the two of us, simply sat back leaning against the couch, though still sitting upon the bed, as Kate and Chris once again came together.

I knew then as they did that...this would be one very long, and very incredible night ahead of us.

**

I had a very long time ago told Chris that one of my all time favorite fantasies was to watch two women, humping their cunts together. As much as I enjoyed seeing them go down on one another, this was something else entirely for me. The thought of two very wet, very slippery cunts working back and forth against one another was one of the most stimulating things I had ever seen, though up until now, I had only seen it being done in a porn movie.

When my wife looked up at me smiling, and then began to slide her legs in a scissor fashion over and under her sisters, I knew then that I was about to witness something I had long yearned to see.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned pleasurably, even though my cock had fallen off to one side, limp...flaccid and totally happy. Even then in jumped, throbbed and waggled all by itself as I saw the two women position themselves.

It began as a slow tease, barely even moving against one another, more like they were using their respective cunt lips to actually kiss like lips, pressing themselves together in a very intimate embrace. Slowly then, gradually, picking up the tempo, each beginning to move against the other, gyrating, grinding, and pressing themselves upon one another.

Chris, like myself was slowly recovering from our own intense pleasures. She sat watching totally focused on her mother and her Aunt, me for the moment at least totally forgotten, though I could certainly see why. She reached up, one hand now tenderly caressing her breast, her other hand down between her legs, toying with the renewed lubrications I could only imagine were already beginning to once again form there. As satisfied as my cock had been, it too began to rise with renewed interest, not at all unexpectedly as my fantasy came to life in front of my very eyes.

Both women were now audibly moaning and groaning as they moved against one another. Hands now reaching out to interlock fingers, just as their sex combined in a dance of unbridled passion and desire. Once again the slippery sounds they made began to increase as more and more lubricant seemed to be produced, spilling, seeping, and now quite loudly squishing between the two of them as their rotations, humping, and girl-fuck coupling increased.

"Fuck me Kate! Fuck me!" Chris screamed out pleasurably. "That's it! That's it! Make me cum...cum...cum!" She screamed.

Kate too seemed to climax almost instantly, though what I then saw and witnessed surprised me even more. Chris always had been the vocal one, which I loved immensely, hearing her vulgar, decadent, dirty nasty cries of pleasure and obscene spat words as she climaxed. Kate on the other hand, though just as loud in another way, simply screamed out her joy in a long mewling growl that seemed more animalistic than anything else. And though hearing that surprised me, it was now seeing the unexpected, which I hadn't at all been aware of. Still humping against one another, Kate's orgasm began with a telltale streamer of spurting girl-cream the likes of which I had once again never seen before. A jettison of clear liquid, squirting, spurting, and arching high into the air, literally drenched them both as it fell back upon them. Had she been sitting there with a spray bottle set on full, squirting it up in the air, I'd have understood how she'd done that. But this...actually seeing a woman squirt the way that she now was, was beyond anything I had ever hope to witness or ever see. And by the somewhat surprised look on my wife's face, this was also something she herself hadn't obviously been aware she could do.

It was also at that moment, I just then realized I'd also heard somewhere in the back of my mind, Jill's second climatic cry of relief. I quickly glanced over where she was sitting, and though her hand had now obviously slowed, she was still encircling her clit with the tip of her finger, one hand still rolling just as softly, one of her extended still aroused hardened nipples.

"Fuck mom! How in the hell do you do that?"

Kate's face bloomed into a sea of red embarrassment as she finally rolled away, now likewise sitting up, her back resting against one of the cushioned chairs. "I don't know," she said still trying to catch her breath. Sometimes I just do...I don't know how or when...and I don't always, but whenever I get this horny, I know it's very likely that I will. I guess...I should have said something," she said a bit sheepishly.

"Are you kidding? That was indeed damn fucking hot sis!" Chris said once again moving over towards her sister. It was almost anticlimactic when she ran her tongue up and down her sister's still exposed slit, hoping for a taste.

"It's not pee!" Kate exclaimed as though wondering if Chris might be thinking that.

"I know it isn't sis...I've read about women who can do that in fact, just never personally knew anyone who could...up until now anyway," she grinned, once again lapping at, and now kissing her sister's slit. "And it still tastes good too!" she added. Not quite as sweet as before...a little different, a little more watery perhaps, but still very sweet tasting."

Kate seemed to be relieved upon hearing that, as the four of us now sat, trying to recoup, gather ourselves and simply recall the incredible past few moments we had all shared together. We all seemed to fall into our own collective thoughts as several minutes passed by before anyone spoke again. Chris soon was the first to break the silence after that however upon seeing my cock once again beginning to stiffen. I'd been sitting there reliving that magical moment when watching my wife and her sister humping their cunts against one another. An image now that I knew without any doubt would supplement those oft times in the shower perhaps, when a simple quick jerk off before work was needed.

"I see that you're ready to go again...and so soon too!" Chris said in surprise. I was in fact a little surprised at that myself. 

"I guess so," I said simply looking at her, though wondering as to what might be on the agenda next. I didn't have too long to wait either before finding out.

**

By the look on Kate's face, she wasn't exactly expecting it either, though it's something they must have obviously discussed and talked about at length. But I don't think even knowing that it would, eventually, that it was something that was going to happen right now.

"It's been a while...for Kate," Chris began. "Since she's actually been with a man. And not counting that little moment this morning either," she smiled grinning at me.

"Hey...it wasn't THAT little!" I complained, meaning it as a joke in order to lighten the mood just a little. Which I was glad to see it do as Chris snickered, and Kate blushed profusely once again.

"Be that as it may..." Chris said laughing. "A blow job doesn't count. We're talking good old fashioned man and woman, fucky-fucky, straight up!"

"Well...I certainly am that!" I exclaimed as my cock had in fact once again risen to its full majestic length and rigid firmness.

"And since you are," Chris mused. "I believe that it's now time that Kate here, gets to experience that, which is something she has sadly, and for too fucking long, been going without!"

At Chris's direction I was soon placed in the middle of our enormous bed. "Come on Kate, this one's for you..." she said waggling my cock at her sister. "Come...sit on it, enjoy yourself, and have a nice long joyful fuck," she urged her. Kate quickly moved over, mounting me easily. I felt her tight, yet slick wonderful pussy ease itself down and over my shaft until she had gobbled up each and every precious inch of my straining cock deep inside her. Only then did she moan deeply, audibly, all the while holding still.

"Holy fuck...it's been a while!" She exclaimed just allowing herself to feel me inside her, unmoving as yet, just getting used to what had to be an almost forgotten sensation by now. "I swear to you sis...if I even move an inch, I think I'll cum. Fuck...it's been way too fucking long!"

Both Chris as well as Jill laughed upon hearing that, now moving over to kneel on each side of her, hands now caressing, soothing, and spreading over and across her body like wild fire. Even my own now came into play, reaching up to cup and cuddle her full firm breasts, delighting in the sensation of gently pulling on her hard, very hard, and very extended excited nipples.

"God that feels good! So damn...fucking good!" she moaned, only then lifting up...ever so slowly, allowing the new sensation of my cock nearly coming out of her before riding down it once again, feeling it as it pressed inside, splitting her sex in ways she hadn't felt in a good long while now. 

"That's it baby...feel it. Feel Steven's hard stiff cock going in and out of your pussy baby, ride it honey...ride it up and down, in and out...yes, yes...that's it, that's it....feel it baby, feel my husband's prick fucking you!"

Chris was going to make me cum already if she didn't shut up...though hearing her talking so dirty, so nasty was something I couldn't live without now either. The one thing in my favor, having already climaxed so thoroughly a short while ago, I figured it would at least be a bit longer this time before I did again, so her wonderfully, nasty dirty talk, might only increase that inevitability by a few minutes perhaps.

"Oh Steven! Your dick feels so damn good inside me!" she said. Hearing her say that when unlike her sister, she was more vocal in the moaning/groaning department rather than actually speaking the words. But perhaps having heard Chris saying so much as of late, her own shy inhibitions were finally giving way. "God, I love how this feels inside me, your hard fucking cock, stroking...no, fucking! My pussy! My cunt!" she cried out deliriously, actually laughing in glee now as she began rising up and down upon me with ever quickening speed. Jill and Chris still caressing her, playing with her breasts, sometimes reaching around to tickle stroke, or caress her clit as well as my cock as I lay there beneath her, enjoying the sensation of my prick sliding in and out of that sweet heavenly passage.

Kate's cunt was getting wetter and wetter and wetter. I'd actually begun to feel the spray of pussy spittle's landing against my chest and thighs, the slap of flesh against flesh adding to the erotic sensuality of our coupling. The visual...Chris and Jill leaning over to suck on her bouncing breasts or simply holding them fondling her incredibly hard nipples.

"Cum on him honey!" Chris urged. "Cum on that nice hard fucking cock!"




No Place Like Home



"Oh God!"

"That's it mom...mommy, ride that dick, ride, fuck, hump Uncle Steven's nice hard cock!"

"Fuck!" I moaned pleasurably hearing these three lovely, naked, and horny women as they spoke, Kate's pussy sucking my prick so deep inside her hot snatch that I was hovering on the edge myself once again, only seconds away now from shooting another hard-felt load of cum into that fiery hot cunt of hers.

The only warning I got from Kate was the actual gush of her orgasm itself. Losing her voice, perhaps even her thoughts, her face suddenly screwed up in one of the most pleasurable grimaces I'd ever seen. The moment I saw her do that, I then felt this incredible surge of liquid bliss suddenly bathing my cock, pouring out of her now like someone had turned on the water faucet. 

"Shit! I'm gonna..."

Kate leapt from my cock faster than I or anyone else thought possible just as I cried out the last word just before my own explosive climax.

"Cum!"

She had to have been still cumming herself even as her mouth suddenly surrounded my prick. I could feel the continued gush of her pussy, the cascade of spurts still bathing my balls just as my prick began to jettison a torrent of spunk inside her hungrily sucking mouth. I could even feel fingers now playing in the deluge behind, whether they were my wife's or Jill's, I had no idea, but even that sensation seemed to add to the incredible ecstasy the two of us were then feeling. I felt hands still working Kate's pussy from behind, fingers fondling my slick balls, Kate still sucking my prick though the pulsating squirts had finally begun to diminish, though not yet in pleasurable intensity as she drained every last drop out of the head of my prick.

"Damn!" I moaned, now feeling a bit sensitive, giggling like a girl as Kate finally released me from her mouth, sitting up, rolling off me and collapsing by my side.

"That was fucking...hot!" Jill stated emphatically. "Wow mom...you soaked everything! That was awesome!"

**

A short while later, Chris and I stumbled back up the stairs to our bedroom, collapsing and falling immediately to sleep afterwards. We had left Jill and Kate holding onto one another there in the den where they'd decided to remain and likewise fall asleep.

I know I didn't dream, too exhausted and too content to have done so, but I woke in the morning wondering if I was as I felt the sensation of a warm mouth lovingly sucking my prick. As awareness took hold, I opened my eyes looking down at my wife as she lazily ran her tongue up and down the length of my surprisingly hard shaft.

"Uh...um, good morning," I said grinning looking at her through still sleepy eyes. "Someone's certainly in a good mood this morning," I then added.

She smiled, looking up at me between my legs, looking more beautiful than I think I'd ever seen her, disheveled hair and all. "In a good mood...and in a horny mood too," she winked, still licking.

"Obviously!" I sighed pleasurably smiling back.

"Well, don't get too comfy or into this," she suddenly told me. "But I wanted to make sure I had your total undivided attention. We still need to talk!"

I sat up resting myself on my elbows. "This sounds serious, although since you're still licking my dick, I can't think it's going to be too bad," I said though now wondering and curious what it was she felt we needed to talk about.

"It is serious, well sort of anyway...but I wanted to tell you something, hear what you had to say before things go any further around here," she told me. I'd actually been expecting that, though to be perfectly honest, I'd thought this would have been a discussion we should have had long before now.

"Shoot!" I said sitting up even more as Chris retreated, letting go of my dick and now sitting up straight herself facing me.

"Obviously you know how much I care about my sister...as well as my niece. And I know that you care about both of them just as much as I do." It was a rhetorical statement, and one that she only needed to see me nod my head in agreement with, which I did. "They're family...and as long as they're living here with us, perhaps even more so," she explained though I was still not quite following along here. Yes...they certainly were family, though as I sat there, the family activities we'd suddenly found ourselves enjoying together might not be the sort normally accepted either.

"Go on..."

"I know we talked about this, and came to mutual agreement on it, that my sister and my niece are welcome to live with us as long as they need to. But..."

"But?" Chris glowered at me and then continued.

"But...I don't want either one of them, or us for that matter, to feel uncomfortable while they are. I want them to feel like this is their home, every bit as much as ours."

I still wasn't sure where my wife was going with this, though I could only assume what it was she was getting at. "Honey, I can assure you...I promise I will behave myself around your sister and your niece, I won't even try to do..."

"You're not listening," she said shutting me up. I could only sit there, totally confused as I looked at her. She smiled at that and continued on. "What I don't want is for things to stop being the way they were for us either just because they're living here. They're not guests, they're family...our family, and for a while a part of us, a part of everything we are, everything we do. And that means that I want you to treat my sister, my niece, the exact same way you treat me. I think Kate needs to see that, to feel that...and so does Jill!"

"So in other words, if I'm feeling in a playful or frisky mood, and feel like reaching out and grabbing one of their boobs or something, that it's ok to go ahead and do it?"

That was the way it had been between Chris and I. We'd always openly showed affection to one another in that way, and though I was actually fishing here, not really being serious when I said that, the moment I had, I saw Chris's eyes light up along with her smile.

"Yes! Exactly! That's exactly what I want and expect you to do. Don't treat Kate or Jill for that matter any differently than you do me. I've already told them both this is how I believe things should be around here, and like you...they asked me to discuss this with you first before we all came to a mutual understanding and agreement on it. Like I said, I don't want any of us to feel uncomfortable or awkward around one another. And since we've now enjoyed one another so intimately, and enjoyed it to the extent that we obviously have, there shouldn't be any guilt feelings, awkwardness, or insecurity with regards to it either. In other words, if Kate wants you to fuck her, then I expect you to do that, and the same thing goes with Jill too. And I also want you to know, that if we decide to wander off and fool around a bit, with or without you joining us, then you need to expect that to happen every once in a while and not feel left out, or shunned or feel like we're sneaking around your back either if and when we do."

I couldn't believe what I was actually hearing, trying to keep a smile from widening across my face too much.

"And they're ok with this?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course they are! But only if YOU are!" She told me. "I promised them even before we all got together last night that we'd talk about it, make sure we were all on the same page here."

I thought about it for a moment, trying to look like I was actually giving this a great deal of serious consideration.

"Oh the sacrifices we have to make at times for our families," I said trying to keep a straight face. I wasn't surprised when Chris hauled off and hit me either, though thankfully, she did so with her pillow and not her fist.

"I am serious about this," she said after we wrestled about on the bed for several minutes.

"I know you are...and so am I," I said as I positioned my rock hard cock at the opening of her very wet juicy split. 

"Good...because I also want you to set up an appointment with your doctor."

I had nearly shoved my dick inside her, holding still now before doing so, asking..."Why?"

"So he can write you up a prescription for Viagra, that's why."

"Viagra? You've got to be kidding! Do you really think I can't get it up? I mean...I didn't seem to do too badly last night now did I?" I asked seriously taken aback.

"Not last night...no. But let's face it Steven, you'll be living with three...count em, three, very sensual, very sexually uninhibited women, whose libidos have just been kicked into overdrive here."

I thought about that. "I'll make an appointment first thing on Monday," I told her.

"Good...now, fuck me!"

**

The smell of breakfast cooking greeted both Chris and I as we came downstairs an hour later. I was now suddenly famished, and with good reason. The moment we walked into the kitchen area, I saw Chris nod her head at both her sister as well as her niece, getting a knowing smile and nod of the head in return, though each then looked towards me. "Good morning Steven," Kate said walking over to give me a kiss, not on the cheek, but on the mouth, the tickle of her tongue momentarily fencing with mine as we stood there.

"Um ah...good morning Kate!" I said smiling back as she stepped back going back to the counter where she was waiting for the toast to pop up. Which is when Jill came sauntering over as well. It was hard not to notice that all she was wearing was a white tee shirt as a night shirt, along with a pair of white cotton panties. She too stood on tippy-toe, reaching up to give me a friendly, yet somewhat sensual kiss.

"Good morning Uncle Steven," she grinned making the way she said that seem somehow naughty and delicious, my recently spent prick taking note of that and throbbing beneath the robe I was wearing.

They had made heaping plates of food, and as we all sat down to eat, I was already wondering if even taking Viagra, if I was going to be able to keep up with these three. But I was already looking forward to trying.

After we had cleaned up and cleared away the dishes after breakfast, I poured myself a third cup of coffee, grabbed the morning paper and headed outside to the deck to enjoy the early morning sunshine. Jill did the same, wandering out with me. As she sat, I couldn't help noticing the sudden appearance of her twin little points pressing against the thin fabric of her tee shirt. Though not yet as warm as the day promised it would get, the difference in temperatures had given rise to those sweet little nipples of hers as she sat down next to me and began perusing through the want ads. I didn't know where Kate and my wife had gone off, or what they were doing, wondering as I sat there if they were in fact off in one of their rooms at that very moment messing around a little. The thought of that suddenly stirring interest in my cock, especially as I sat staring at my nieces nicely molded boobs, her rock hard nipples almost showing through. I was still entertaining the thought of Chris and Kate curled up in another pussy-press together when I heard the sound of the sliding glass doors. I was actually disappointed, until they walked past, Chris holding one of our large thick fluffy comforters in hand which she began spreading out on the lawn directly in front of me. Kate held what was obviously one of the toys I had recently purchased for Chris, and the fact they were both naked immediately told me I was in for some sort of a treat. Even Jill looked up in surprise at seeing the two of them so obviously about to explore and entertain one another in front of us. Chris looked over smiling at me knowingly.

"I promised Kate I'd show her how these worked and felt," she told me. "But I thought you might enjoy seeing it while I did."

She was certainly right about that, and it was obvious that Jill was now taking interest in it too. "If you'd like, you can join us," Kate said addressing her daughter.

She giggled but remained where she was. "Actually, I think I'd prefer to sit here and watch beside Uncle Steven," she said easily, though once again speaking in that sultry tone of voice that hinted at the pure sensuality of her obvious arousal. "I love watching you and Aunt Chris together," she then added, speaking for us both.

The article I'd been reading in the paper was long forgotten now as Kate spread herself out on the thick blanket my wife had placed down on the grass. Tossing down a couple of the throw pillows we had for use outside, Kate made herself all nice and comfy as my wife waddled over towards her on her knees, this bright blue, now humming, rotating toy in her hand.

"Good God! Does it mow the lawn too?" Kate asked as Chris approached her with it.

"Nope...sorry, that's my job," I said laughing seeing the somewhat startled expression on her face, but if I don't watch it, according to Chris, it might replace another job that used to be mine too!"

Turning it down several notches, Chris then ran it around her sister's breasts letting her get somewhat of a feel for it. It was still interesting to see her rest the device against Kate's nipples, seeing them spring to life almost immediately. And then much like a mini lawnmower, Chris circled Kate's breasts with it, teasing and pleasuring her quite obviously before slowly moving it downwards, dipping briefly at her naval where she then turned it up a notch before proceeding further down south.

I was suddenly delighted that I had nothing more on than my bathrobe. Undoing the sash, I let "Mr. Happy" out as Chris oft times had called my dick. Happy, because it always waved at her when she brought him out to play, which he was doing all by himself at this very moment. Kate and Chris where too busy having their own fun to notice however, though Jill certainly wasn't.

Jill had in fact already bunched up the tee-shirt she was wearing up and over her boobs. One hand tweaking a nipple, the other down the front of her white cotton panties where she was obviously sitting there fingering herself.

To be honest, I didn't know which way to look, wishing I now had chameleon eyes or something in order to better see everything at once. Jill however quickly remedied that herself upon seeing my dancing, waving prick after I'd opened my sash and allowed the front of my robe to part. She stood up grabbing her chair and then placed it more to the side next to where Kate and Chris were busily experimenting. Chris was now running the tip of the soft humming toy up and down her sister's wet split, not yet putting it inside, still teasing, which was something I loved watching her do to herself.

Jill now pointed at the chair, letting me know without saying a word where it was that she wanted me to sit. Only more than happy to accommodate her, I did, standing up and following my hard stiff prick over towards it, sitting down. The moment I did, Jill crawled into my lap, her ass facing towards me, though it allowed the two of us to continue to look off to the side as Chris now began to gently ease the humming, rotating, and now thrumming toy into her sister's quim.

Jill wasn't quite as slippery as either Kate or my wife could get, but she was slick enough. I felt the head of my prick sort of pop through the entrance of her tight little cunt, taking a moment to lubricate it further with some spit before easing it inside her any further. It certainly didn't take long however, Jill's pussy immediately gobbling up my dick inch by inch until she had consumed it entirely. Looking at my niece's ass now, grabbing onto it with my hands, I felt the delicious tickle of her sweet cunny as she slowly eased upwards, making my dick reappear like some sort of a magic act. Which in a way, it was. Her cunt was in many respects, quite magical as she slithered back down once again impaling herself on it ever so slowly.

By now, Chris was basically doing the same thing to Kate with the toy. I watched the disappearance of it as two rows, and then three of rotating little beads slipped inside her, the nose of what I knew to be a dolphin now vibrating rapidly against Kate's clit. As though to emulate that same sensation perhaps, Jill had reached down between her legs, spreading her own lips apart, forcing her clit to emerge even more openly than it had been as she began caressing and stroking it with the tip of her finger, all the while grinding against me as she did so. I reached up, my hands coming around to locate her breasts, reveling in the feel of her firm soft titties, kneading them like a contented cat as she continued teasing her clit.

"You're driving me fucking crazy you know that?" Kate mewled, her eyes nearly crossing as she grabbed two handfuls of the blanket in each of her hands. Chris sat working the toy in and out, in and out, at a fairly easy pace, but the vibrations and various stimulations as she did that were nearly overloading Kate's senses. "You do know...paybacks a bitch right?"

Chris laughed. "I certainly hope so!" she told her sister, and then turned the vibrator up another notch.

That one overloaded her circuits in a strange sort of way. Letting go of the comforter, she reached down, wrestling with Chris for the toy, grabbing it herself then. I watched, my cock wonderfully, and deeply embedded inside Jill's cunt, though upon watching her mother, she'd stopped moving too. Kate yanked it out, then plunged it back in rapidly, once, twice and then a third time. Pulling it out of herself completely, the three of us sat there and followed the high arching little geyser of female fluid that shot out of her like a water cannon. There was one gigantic spurt, and then she shoved the toy in once again, once again yanking it completely out of herself, and simply held it. It was to me like priming the pump. Her next squirt really wasn't. It was this ongoing continued jettison of female juice that just kept spraying, and spraying and spraying. Chris, now taking advantage of the sudden afternoon shower, placed herself in front of her sister, allowing the cascade of her female joy juice to literally bathe her. Watching my wife actually catching the stream of her sister's spraying juice, washing her breasts with it, even her face, was one of the most erotic, sensual moments I'd ever witnessed before in my entire life. Like I said, even Jill was caught up in it, now frozen in place on top of my cock.

Kate basically collapsed. The torrent of her climax slowly fading, the faucet turned off almost as suddenly as it had been turned on.

"God mother! You've GOT to show me how the fuck you do that!" she exclaimed, and then began riding my prick for all she was worth. About all I could do was hold on for dear life, though having those nice young tits of hers to hold on to, made it a little easier.

It was only seconds after that, Jill let out a nice little cry of her own, a sprinkle of her own pleasured juices suddenly lubricating my prick even more, and then bolted off my cock like she'd been shot from it. At first, I thought I'd hurt her or something, but she'd gone into a whole different frenzy, now ending up between her mother's legs where she proceeded to lick her dry. Chris stood, walking over towards me, straddling me herself now, though facing me.

"Fuck me baby...fuck me, make me gush," and boy did she. Chris gushed quite nicely, saturating my cock and balls. As she came, she triggered my own powerful climax. I felt the spurts of my dick filling her warm wet cavern, bathing the inside of her walls with my spunk until it began leaking out of her. I saw her wink at me, and then stood saying, "Watch this!" Chris cupped her quim, waddled over and stood over her niece and her sister. "Ok, who wants it?" she then asked.

I've always said there's decadence...and then there's really hot, naughty, nasty decadence. This was that. Kate and Jill both scrambled about until they were laying head to head, my wife standing over them. She then stepped, spreading her legs even more widely, and I watched as the long thin line of our combined spending seemed to drip, suspended for a moment, and then with a plop, fell into their waiting mouths.




No Place Like Home



**

Monday was a long day. I was a bit more tired than usual, not too surprisingly so. We'd again had another mini-marathon that evening after dinner, not hitting the sack until well after midnight. I'd made that appointment with the doctor too. Chris was right, the three of them were going to be a handful, but I was already looking forward to making the effort...or die happily trying.

By the time I arrived home, Chris met me at the door, the broadest smile on her face I had ever seen. I saw she was holding a letter in her hand, and then knew who it was from by the post marks.

"He's coming home Steven! Jim's got two weeks leave! He says he should be here by Friday!"

Although I was as excited by the unexpected news as she was, I realized that Jim's unexpected arrival home was no doubt going to put a real damper on things around the house. I guess Chris saw the look in my eyes and answered the unasked question, or one of them anyway.

"Don't worry...I'm sure he won't mind staying on the fold away bed in the den."

"No...I'm sure he won't, but that really wasn't my first concern either. I guess, we'll just have to behave ourselves while he's here," I said a little dejectedly.

"Well, maybe...perhaps," Chris agreed. "But it's only for two weeks, and besides, you know how fond he is of his Aunt, and how close he and Jill were growing up, I'm sure he'll be as excited to see them as they are to see him!" She told me.

And of course they all would be. But the thoughts that concerned me the most now, if Jim should ever find out, the knowledge I'd been fucking his Aunt, his cousin, and that his own mother was involved with them both as well. The knowledge of that could be devastating to him.

I was excited and anxious to see my son again. But it was with a bit of a nagging concern that I headed upstairs to change clothes. Jill was lying nude on the bed waiting for me when I came into the room.

"Did you hear the news?" she asked excitedly. "Jim's going to be here soon! I can hardly wait to see him! Now...come over here and fuck me. I'm still horny from last night!"

I quickly slipped out of my clothes and slid into bed next to her. Whatever worries or fears I had were going to have to wait. Right now...there was a naked girl in my bed that needed me, and two more that just then entered the bedroom. Whatever direction this family would end up going in would have to be dealt with later. Right now, I had three hot luscious women to attend to, and Mr. Happy was more than willing to do just that.