10 comments/ 85905 views/ 7 favorites All in the Fucked-Up Family By: MisterReason July 7, 1988 was a day that would live in infamy, at least for one family in the sleepy town of Colonie, New York, for that was the day when things started to go awry in the previously quite normal split level on Mariner Drive. The house had been the home of the Whitten family for the last eleven years. The Whitten family numbered four; son Brad who was in the Air Force, daughter Candy, the 18 year old daughter who was just about to start going to Skidmore College, and their loving parents, forty-somethings Ken and Eileen. The Whitten family had their share of skeletons in the closet, just like every other family in the world, but it was the events of that one particular day that really started all the trouble. To think that so much could come from a man leaving a manila folder on the kitchen counter. .............. Chapter One: Bad memory. It was precisely the second his butt sank into his office chair that he remembered the manila envelope. He had left it where he was certain he could not forget it - right next to the coffee pot. Somehow, he had managed to not only make a cup for drinking while watching the morning news, but filled his travel mug as well, and then proceeded to leave the envelope right where it was. Not a complete disaster, because he didn't need the contents until late in the afternoon, but another sign that his memory was not what it used to be. At least it was a gorgeous day, with sunny skies and temperatures approaching 90, so driving back home and taking a long lunch wasn't the end of the world. It was so nice that Ken wished he didn't have to go back to work, he thought as he pulled into the driveway. Just make a pitcher of cocktails and sit out by the pool for the rest of day. Unfortunately, he had to be back for the meeting at 3, so he hustled into the house to grab the folder. The windows were open, and thankfully the air conditioning was off so that they weren't cooling the neighborhood as sometimes happened, but this meant the house was a little on the warm side when Ken entered. A splash from the pool alerted him that Candy was home, and the sound of a voice meant that she had company. Ken recognized the flinty voice of Fran, the mousy new acquaintance who sure seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time around Candy these days, he mused just before he glanced out the window. Eileen really had a bug up her butt about this Fran, and made no bones about it. "She's got to be a lesbian," Eileen always insisted, and Ken could see why she might think that, but if it was a choice between some horny guy spending all that time up in Candy's room, or this very butch looking young woman - well, that was a no brain-er. "She's the mentor that the college assigned to her for her freshman year. Take it up with the school if you want to. She's just doing what they ask of all the seniors. They're only going to college together, for crying out loud!" Ken would remind her. "I know how they can prey on young girls though," Eileen would say, and that made his cock stir, because it would remind him of Eileen telling the story about the woman that had seduced her many years ago. Funny how Eileen always seemed to enjoy telling the story despite her contention that the experience was so horrible, but she knew it turned him on something fierce as well. So when Ken looked out the window, expecting to see his daughter and her friend outside, he did a double take. More precisely, he damn near broke her neck as she looked out at the scene out at the pool. His daughter Candy was standing by the side of the pool. Naked. Ken tried to look away but couldn't. All the lush curves of her 18 year old body were fully exposed to him as she swept her long blond hair back over her tanned shoulders. "Oh my," Ken whispered to himself as he looked at Candy's nicely developed breasts. She looked so much like her mother did at her age that it was uncanny. Her dusty rose colored nipples were plump and long, and while the breasts weren't quite as full and round yet as her mom's were, they were magnificent indeed. Her tummy was flat and firm below those breasts, and a pert little golden yellow tuft of hair grew around the lips of her sex. Candy's legs were long and shapely as well, and the profile of her butt was nice as well. Ken was hard, much to his shame, but kept looking as Candy walked over to the chaise lounge and sat down. Sweat trickled down Ken's face as he leaned into the kitchen counter. He put his hand in a pocket and adjusted his cock, fighting the urge to give it a stroke or two. He had to go - had to just grab the folder and leave. He had to, but he couldn't. Fran. She was in the pool, chattering away. What was it about her that interested him so? As perverted as he felt by staring at his naked daughter, that still made a lot more sense than wanting to look at Fran. She wasn't attractive at all, especially compared to Candy. Fran had curly dark brown hair that she wore in a sloppy shag style. She normally wore big horn rimmed glasses that gave her a bookworm look, and her features were plain. Her body? Who could tell? She always wore drab grey shirts or fatigues, and the shapeless garments gave little clue as to what was underneath, but there didn't seem to be anything noteworthy so far as he could tell. Why then, was Ken craning his neck in an effort to see her? Why was sweat dribbling down the sides of his face as he watched her swimming by the side of the pool? Why was he now hustling down the hall and flying into the bathroom when she swam out of sight? All in an effort to keep looking at her, hoping for her to climb out of the pool. Was she wearing a bathing suit or was she naked too? "C'mon, you fucking dyke," Ken muttered as she looked out of the window. "Get out of the pool." His pants were down around his ankles, and his shorts soon followed. Ken slowly stroked his erection as he waited impatiently, and his wait was soon rewarded as Frannie climbed the stairs of the pool and stood in the sun still talking to Candy. "Omigod!" Ken groaned as Fran paraded around brazenly right in front of him. Her tits were very small. Little drooping cones with fat maroon nipples that had probably never been supported by a bra and showed it. Now she was facing him, and he could clearly see the jungle of pussy hair that now lay flatly pasted between her legs. Her bush was a wild untrimmed forest that spread out to the insides of her thighs. Now she raised her arms, shaking her head as she ran her fingers through her curly locks, and as she did, her unshaven armpits were exposed, revealing thick tufts of hair in the deep recesses. "Argh!" Ken moaned as his cock spurted jets of cum into the towel he held around his tool. His knees got weak as he continued to ejaculate, and as he came, his eyes traveled up and down the length of her androgynous body. When he got back to her face, he jumped as if hit by lightning. Fran was grinning lewdly and her eyes were staring right at his. .. Chapter Two: Keystone Cops. The next few moments were comical to watch, Ken later figured, unless you happened to be him. He quickly tried to clean up the semen that had escaped him, and threw the towel in the hamper. He tried to get himself together as best he could, but the ragged figure looking back in the mirror was scary. Flushing the toilet, he hustled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Just grasp the folder and run. Fran. Fran was leaning against the counter, right next to the folder. She had put on a little robe that hid most but not all of her, and she seemed to not mind that the bottom of the robe was open. "Oh, hi Fran," Ken said nonchalantly as he could manage. "Just had to pick up something I forgot this morning." "Hi, Mr. Whitten," Fran said, reaching over and grabbing the folder. "This?" "Yes, thanks," Ken said reaching for the folder, and as she handed it to him, the robe opened wider, and if that wasn't the hairiest pussy in the world, Ken surmised, it had to be in the top ten. "Hello there. Must be hot out, because you're really sweaty," Fran observed, and Ken looked down at himself. In the light of the kitchen, he could see that his shirt was drenched, and there was no way he could go back to work like that. "Uh - yeah. The AC died in the car." Ken lied. "I wonder if Candy knows how well you can see from in here," Fran mused. "Uh, I don't know. Gotta get another shirt and run," Ken said, heading back down the hall. Hurrying into the bedroom, Ken rifled through the closet until he found a suitable shirt, and then peeled his soggy one off. "Nice body for an old guy." Ken jumped as her heard Fran's voice. She stood in the doorway watching Ken disrobing, and Ken's hands flew up to cover himself as Fran snickered a little. "Sorry to scare you," Fran said. "Uh - that's okay. Guess my mind was wandering." "Candy's got a bitching body, doesn't she?" "I - uh - don't know what you mean." "I saw you checking her out from the kitchen," Fran said, moving closer to him. "Don't blame you. She's really built, and watching you drool over her was really sexy, in a sick way. Then again, I'm a little sick myself." Ken was speechless for one of the few times in his life, and struggled to find the words that would somehow extricate him from this awkward situation. "Look, I came home for the folder, and I glanced outside and saw Candy. It wasn't like I stood there staring at her, and besides, she should have been wearing something," Ken said, trying to pin the blame somewhere - anywhere - but where it really belonged. "Makes sense to me," Fran said, now standing at an arm's length from him. "What didn't make sense was where you went after that." "You mean the bathroom?" Ken said, shrugging and shaking his head. "I had to go to the bathroom. It's my house, after all. Look, this is..." "You went into the bathroom and looked out the window. You could have stayed in the kitchen and looked at Candy but instead you were looking at me. What were you doing when you were looking at me?" "What do you mean?" "Don't play dumb. I'm not mad. I'm flattered. Despite what you may think of me, I like being looked at. Especially when the other visual option looks like Candy." "You have got to be kidding," Ken said, the sound of somebody jumping into the pool breaking the tension for a second. "I just glanced out the window and happened to see you." "Oh, is that all?" Fran asked, and while Ken confirmed that, she knelt and reached over to Ken's feet, and when she stood back up, she had something on her finger. Ken groaned softly as Fran held up her index finger, and the string of his seed that she had swiped off of his shoe was clear to see. "Like I said, I'm not mad, Mr. Whitten," Fran said, pausing to look at the milky pearl before continuing. "Especially when you've got Candy and Mrs. W. to look at. What am I, a blast from the past or something? Still got a thing for hippie chicks?" Ken shrugged again and looked down at the floor, noting that there was more of his cum on his pant leg and shoe. "I don't know what to say," Ken managed. "Please don't say anything to Candy." "My lips," Fran said as she brought her semen covered finger to her mouth, pausing for effect before slipping the digit between her lips, "are sealed." Ken gasped as he watched Fran swallow his seed, looking at him salaciously as she relished his discomfort. "Surprised? Probably thought that I was a lesbian or something, didn't you?" Ken shrugged his shoulders and looked for words that wouldn't come. "If you ever want to look some more, or even do more than just look," Fran said, taking a couple of steps backward. "Just ask." Ken stood open-mouthed and nodded, and as he did, Fran let the robe slide off her shoulders. Naked in front of him, she brought her hands up to her tits, roughly squeezing the pliant teats roughly as she spread her legs. "Like what you see, Mr. Whitten?" Fran asked, breathing heavier as she slipped one hand down between her legs, raking her fingers through the lush forest, which had been fluffed dry since she had emerged from the pool and now looked even hairier than before. "Like my hairy pussy?" "Yes," Ken croaked, wanting to move toward her but frozen in place. "Lots of people do. Men and women," Fran said while fingering herself. "I think you know one of them." "No," Ken said, shaking his head but unable to look away. "You're getting hard again, aren't you Mr. Whitten? You want to take your cock out and stroke it?" "Please don't..." "You want to fuck me too, don't you?" Ken was about to say the word when the sound of the sliding door opening out in the kitchen made them both scramble. Fran threw on her robe, and just before ducking around the corner into the bathroom, turned and spoke. "We'll talk about this again - later." ... Chapter Three: Reflections. Ken made it back to work eventually, but he shouldn't have bothered, because his mind was still back at home, and still haunted by what he had seen and what he had done. He figured that he must be going through some kind of middle aged crisis or something. Some guys buy muscle cars, and apparently he was going to lust after girls that were blasts from the past. Masturbating while looking at naked girls? That was something he did a lot back when he was young, but now? He was a 45 year old man with a good job and a wonderful family, and all of a sudden he was whacking off, and what was even worse he was getting caught at it. What if Fran told Candy about what he had done? Compounding it all was the fact that he was looking at that damn Fran while he was doing it. What was the appeal of that girl? Why was that image of her getting out of the pool the only thing he could think of? Ken went through the rest of the day in a daze, and when it was finally time to go home it was none too soon. He couldn't wait to pour himself a drink and try and forget about everything that had happened. "We have company for dinner," his wife Eileen said as he went into the kitchen, and she rolled her eyes at the mention of who it was. "Fran." "Oh!" Ken said, hearing the splashing sounds outside. He looked quickly to the patio, and saw that Candy and Frannie were in the pool. He noted that they were wearing bathing suits now, much to his relief. "I thought we'd do burgers outside tonight," Eileen said while preparing a salad. "Too hot for cooking." "You look plenty hot yourself," Ken said, coming up behind Eileen and sliding his hands around her and cupping her breasts, squeezing the pendulous globes that were, in his mind at least, too well hidden by the modest bathing suit she wore. "Ken, I'm trying to get dinner going here," she complained, and he retreated without a word, having grown accustomed to that sort of response to his affections. Ken went into the bedroom and undressed, putting on his swim trunks and checking himself out in the mirror. Not too shabby, he thought to himself, as he looked at his image. Sucking in the stomach a little bit, he figured that, at 5'10 and 165 - okay 170 pounds, he didn't look bad for a guy his age. He gave his pecker a tug or two, trying to make a visible bulge, before going outside and joining the girls. Act like nothing is wrong. That was what Ken kept telling himself as he padded outside, the heat of the deck scorching the bottoms of his feet as he gingerly headed for the pool. "How's the water?" Ken asked cheerfully. "Great, Daddy!" Candy squealed as she splashed some water towards him. "Hop in, Mr. Whitten!" Fran urged him. Ken hopped in and enjoyed the soothing water, trying not to look at the girls any differently than he normally would have, and after a few minutes he began to relax. He climbed into the floating chaise lounge and closed his eyes when Fran headed inside for a minute, not daring so much as a glance in her direction. "Have a good day, Daddy?" Candy asked after swimming over to him. "Okay, I guess," Ken answered. "How about you?" "Great!" Candy bubbled. "Frannie and I have been out here all day, because it's so hot." "Don't blame you a bit," Ken said. "If I could have I would have." "Thank you for being so nice to Frannie," Candy said softly after swimming over to his side. "Why wouldn't I be?" Ken said, relieved that apparently the girl had said nothing to his daughter about the earlier incident. "I dunno. Frannie's kind of - you know - different," Candy admitted. "Mom doesn't seem to like her much." "She doesn't like me much a lot of the time these days either," Ken said, only half-joking. "You know what I mean," Candy said. "I really like Frannie a lot, though. She's really smart. She's on the Dean's List every semester and is in a lot of clubs, and I think she's going to help me a bunch. She'll help me fit in at school and teach me a lot of things, you know?" "I'm sure she will," he agreed, and tried to keep his mind off of the obvious implications of that statement. The four of them ate out on the patio, and it was a rather strange scene that Ken watched playing out. He watched his wife closely, and in particular observed the way she interacted with Fran. Eileen looked at Fran quite often, especially when Fran was unaware, and the way she did it was interesting. Eileen would look at her almost contemptuously at times, and then smile pleasantly when Fran would look her way. For her part, Fran was being nice to everybody, and Ken grew to enjoy the little looks she would give him. She was wearing a modest bathing suit, a conservatively cut brown one piece that was very similar to his wife's, and while it exposed some of Fran's eccentricities, it wasn't anything too bold. Yet afterward, after Ken and Eileen went to bed, she found reason to fault Fran once again, as she often seemed to do. "I swear, have you ever seen anything like that Fran?" Eileen said after the lights went out. "What did she do now?" "That girl should not be wearing bathing suits." "What do you mean?" Ken asked. "It looked a lot like yours. It's not the girl's fault that she's not as well developed as some other women I know." Ken's hands went over to Eileen's breasts, kneading her big jugs roughly through the silky top she wore, the thick nipples coming alive with his touch. "Stop it, Ken. I'm being serious. I don't just mean about her being so flat-chested. She looked like something out of a time capsule, fresh from Haight-Asbury circa 1968. Didn't you notice? The girl has more hair under her arms than you do!" "What difference does that make?" Ken asked, sliding his hands under his wife's arms and stroking the moist, smooth hollows. "You should try that look too, babe. You'd look sexy as hell." "Oh please!" Eileen moaned. "On top of that, she had hair poking out of the sides of the crotch of the suit too! What kind a man would want to look at that? Of course, she probably doesn't want men to look at her." "Well, you must have checked her out better than I did, because I only looked at one hot woman out there." Ken rubbed his erection into Eileen's hip, grinding himself into her as he slid the nightie upward. "Ken! Well, just so you know about it, Candy wants Fran to spend the weekend here, and I'm going to keep my eyes and ears peeled. If I hear anything going on in Candy's room, I promise you that I'm going to put a stop to it once and for all." "Would you rather it be a guy hanging around her all the time?" "Still, if I hear any noises..." "How about some noises in this room?" Ken asked. "Ken, I have to get up early tomorrow," Eileen complained. "Come on babe," Ken said, bringing her hand down to his cock. "Alright," Eileen finally said. "You win." All in the Fucked-Up Family What Ken won was not what he was looking for, but another in a seemingly endless string of blow jobs. Quick and business-like, Eileen sucked his cock like she sold real estate - put the pressure on, close the deal and move on. She sucked his cock hard and fast, her hands working and churning him to speed the process, and when Ken felt the rush of his orgasm coming, he dutifully tapped Eileen on the shoulder like always. "Cumming!" Ken grunted, and Eileen quickly pulled her mouth off his dick and finished him by hand, letting his ejaculation spray his stomach while trying to keep her hands as dry as she could manage. Eileen rolled over and was soon snoring lightly while Ken kept looking at the ceiling, while the cum dried and hardened on his stomach long before sleep overcame him. .... Chapter Four: Weekend with Fran. Ken walked past Candy's bedroom for the second time that night, and the light was still out and there wasn't the slightest noise to be heard. After stopping in the bathroom, Ken wandered out to the kitchen for a drink of water, and then slid open the door and stepped out onto the patio for a breath of fresh air. The night was warm, but the humidity of the last week had diminished somewhat, making for a comfortable evening. The moon was just a sliver, and the sky was so clear that Ken started trying to pick out the constellations that were in full view above him. He had just spotted Orion when he heard the sound of footsteps on the kitchen floor behind him, and the gently whoosh of the screen door being opened and then closed. He was afraid to turn around to see who it was, and was hoping it to be Eileen. Please be Eileen. That would be so nice. Let it be Eileen, and let her tell him that she missed him. Let he say that she wanted him badly. So badly that she would take him around to the side of the house and fuck his brains out. Something like they used to do often, so very long ago. So long ago that he wasn't sure if it actually used to happen, or whether he just fantasized about it. "See anything interesting, Mr. Whitten?" The voice was barely a whisper, and it was accompanied by a hand on his shoulder. Fran's voice and Fran's hand. "Just looking at the stars, Frannie." Ken could feel the heat from Fran's body as she stood behind him, and a shiver went down his spine as her hand slid off her shoulder and down his bare arm. The hairs on his forearm stood up straight in the wake of her touch, and his skin grew goosebumps as well. "You do like to look at things, don't you?" Fran asked. "I do too." As she spoke, Fran's hand went from Ken's wrist and over to the fly in the boxer pajamas, and he gasped when she slid her hand inside. "Frannie..." "Ssh," Fran whispered, her fingers finding his stiffening member and pulling it out of the opening before he became fully erect. Fran was looking over his shoulder at his cock, sticking straight out of his shorts while her fingers slid up and down the length of his member. "Nice cock," Fran offered, while Ken stared up at the sky, his body trembling. "Ever picture what people look like under their clothes? I figured your cock might be bigger than it is, but this is good. What are you - about 6 inches?" "Don't know," Ken muttered softly, terrified that the patio light would come on and Eileen would see what was going on. "Bullshit," Fran hissed. "All guys know. Doesn't matter though. The best fuck I ever had was with a guy who had a real little one, but he knew how to use it. This talk doesn't upset you, does it Mr. Whitten?" Ken shook his head, biting his lip as he fought the urge to cum. "Good. Like I said, size is overrated. For a while, I was doing a black guy back in my sophomore year that had a cock that had to be almost a foot long, and he couldn't even get it up half the time, and couldn't screw worth a damn when he finally got hard. Bet you don't have that problem, do you?" "Please," Ken whispered. "I can't." "You do it with your wife a lot?" Fran asked, her hand stroking his cock a little harder and faster, and Ken shook his head, no longer looking up but now downward at the hand wrapped around his swollen dick. "Too bad. She's got a great body for a woman her age," Fran said. "Those tits of hers are incredible. Wish I had a pair like that." Fran rubbed herself against Ken, and he felt her spongy little tits against his back. "You want me to give you head?" Fran asked, biting his shoulder blade lightly through his pajama top. "I will. You want to fuck me? You can fuck me any way you want. Bet your wife doesn't let you fuck her in the ass, does she? I love it in my ass - really hard." Ken suddenly cried out and his body tensed as his cock erupted. Thick wads of his seed squirted out of his member and all over the patio bricks. Time and time again, his cock jerked under Fran's pulling, and Ken's knees almost buckled under the most intense orgasm he could remember having. "Guess I said the magic word," Fran said as she gave his cock several more exaggerated yanks before it went limp, completely drained. "Please stop," Ken asked, fully realizing what he had just done - or more accurately, allowed to be done to him. Over twenty years of fidelity now gone - splattered all over the patio. "I'll be out here tomorrow night - same time," Fran said as she let go of his dick. "I won't be," Ken muttered. "I can't." "We'll see." ..... Chapter Five: Message from the heavens. It was almost a blessing when the sunny afternoon turned into a stormy evening. The rain did nothing for the humidity, so the result was a light drizzle that made the atmosphere oppressive. Ken did his best to avoid Fran, and his strategy worked pretty well almost the entire day. The four of them had a very low key dinner, and after the girls cleared the table and got the dishes washed, Ken decided to get out of the house for a while. "I think I'll head up to Platt's and get some ice cream," Ken mentioned to Eileen as he grabbed his car keys off the counter. "That sounds like a good idea," Eileen said. "Get a couple of different flavors. What do you kids feel like?" "Anything but maple walnut," Candy said. "I'm going to take a shower." "You mind a co-pilot?" Fran asked. "Uh sure," Ken said nervously. "Candy, you want to come too?" "She's taking a shower, Ken," Eileen said. "You two go." Ken gave Fran a look of exasperation as she followed him out to the car, but she merely smiled as they left the house. As soon as Ken pulled out of the driveway, Fran's hand went right to his lap, instantly finding his cock through the khakis and pulling on it roughly. "I want to suck your cock," Fran said. "Is there a place around here you can park this thing?" "You enjoy this don't you?" Ken said, feeling his cock get hard under Fran's tugging. "Sure, don't you?" Ken swung the car abruptly down Fuller Road, heading toward a back road behind the mall that was mostly warehouses. "Don't cum, Mr Whitten," Fran cautioned Ken as he looked for a secluded place to park. She had his zipper down and was trying to pull his erection out of the tight quarters, and didn't seem to care whether she snapped it in two while she did. Ken pulled into a parking lot behind a dumpster and killed the engine, undoing his belt and lifting his hips so that Fran could get them down toward his knees. Ken's body flew back as Frannie hit the seat adjustment, making him almost prone, and she was all over his tool in a second. "Omigod!" Ken moaned as Fran's wet mouth slid down the entire length of his dick, and the crown of his member grazed along her throat while her nose burrowed into his pubic hair. Fran dove down onto his cock with an intensity Ken had experienced before from Eileen, but it was so long ago that it seemed like ancient history now. Fran still sucked hard on him while her lips pulled back up off of it. Her hand worked down to his scrotum, and she milked his balls while she continued to suck him almost viciously. The windows were fogged up, and it felt like a sauna in the car, but Ken was beyond caring. He reached down and slid his hand under Fran's sweatshirt. Her bra-less breasts hung down loosely as she bent over him, and Ken squeezed the closest doughy cone savagely, feeling the thick nipple pop out into his palm. The back of his hand was grazing the hair under her arm, and the feeling of the fur on his wrist made him shiver. Ken didn't know whether it was because she was deep throating him, which was a forgotten experience for him, or if it was the way that Fran was attacking him like an animal, but he knew he could not last very long at this rate, no matter how badly he fought it. "I'm cumming... cumming Fran!" Ken cried out, trying to get her off of his dick before he shot his load, but she kept sucking, and even harder than ever. Ken groaned as his cock jerked inside Fran's mouth, his seed spurting forcefully down her throat, and she swallowed his greedily, even trying to siphon more out of him after his spasms stopped and he went limp. "Frannie - enough," Ken gasped as he pulled her head off of him, readjusting his seat as Fran straightened back up and tossed her curly hair back over her shoulders. "Why'd you try to pull me off you? Doesn't your wife swallow?" "No." "No wonder you're so horny," Fran said with a chuckle. "What else doesn't she do?" "You name it," Ken said ruefully, trying to wipe the fog off the insides of the windows so he could drive. "Oh brother," Frannie lamented. "What a waste of a great pair of tits. Maybe I'll try to loosen her up for you. What would you think of that idea?" "What do you mean?" Ken asked. "What would you think of me seducing Mrs. W. for you?" Frannie mused. "Ha!" Ken chortled, the very thought of that being too hilarious for words. "I don't know whether you can tell or not, but you aren't her favorite person." "That's what she wants you to think," Fran declared. "She might even be trying to convince herself of that too, but I know better. If I made a move on her, she'd probably be easier than you." They went into the store and got a few hand-packed pints, and on the way home Frannie reached over and felt around Ken's crotch, and when she found his cock almost erect, she laughed. "You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" Frannie asked, milking him in a full erection. "You're all quiet now, but you're imagining me and your wife together, getting it on." "That's okay," Fran concluded after Ken didn't reply, letting go of Ken's bulge and settling back into her seat. "I was too." The ride was finished in silence, but when they got to the house and walked up the steps, Fran was behind Ken, squeezing his ass as he unlocked the door. "Steamy night," Fran whispered. "Come out back later tonight and fuck me. You need it. So do I." .... Chapter Nine: Out back. Ken stared at the numbers on the clock radio for over an hour, waiting for Eileen's to fall asleep. Ten minutes ago he had heard the door of the bedroom that Candy and Fran were sharing open and then close again, followed by the sound of the sliding glass door opening and closing. His cock was hard as blue steel, and had been that way ever since he had gotten into bed with Eileen. He had given her a chance, he thought to himself, trying to justify what he was about to do. All she had to do was make love with him, and he would be sleeping soundly by now, and would had abandoned any thoughts of doing what he was about to do. "C'mon Eileen," Ken had asked - begged - whined. "It's been weeks since we've done it." "The girls will hear us," Eileen complained, pulling his hand out from between her legs and rolling over. "Wait until Fran is gone." Then there would be another reason, Ken thought, knowing that Eileen would have a headache, or have her period, or be tired. Same shit - different nights. Ken rolled out of bed and headed for the door, looking back at Eileen, who was breathing like she did when she was fast asleep. Tiptoeing down the hall, Ken headed for the back yard, which was lit too brightly because of the clear night and the full moon. It was still humid, which was a good thing. The house windows were closed because the AC was on, and the noise of central air unit would cover up any noise that would be made - IF Frannie was still out there. She was. On top of the picnic table, on her back, and stark naked. Looking up at the stars with her hands behind her head, with a towel underneath her, she was aware of Ken approaching from behind her but said nothing and didn't move. "I was about ready to give up on you," Frannie said, looking up at Ken, who was standing at the end of the table behind her. Ken looked down at the androgynous body of Frannie, and tried to figure out why he was so attracted to her. On her back, her little tits had virtually disappeared, with only the plump nipples and the jungle of hair between her legs giving away her gender. He reached down and ran his hands down Frannie's arms, letting his fingers rake through the dense hair that filled the hollows of her armpits, and felt his cock surge in his pajamas. "Nothing to say?" Fran asked, and made a soft purring sound as Ken's fingers went back and forth under her arms. "That feels nice - love you doing that. Want to kiss my pits? Lick them? They're really sensitive - did I tell you that already?" Ken remained silent, moving his hands over to Frannie's nipples, and as he pulled on them, Frannie slid toward him and reached for the bulge in his pajamas, freeing his cock. Fran tilted her head back so that her neck was on the edge of the table, and opened her mouth and let her lips slide down the entire length of his member. Ken moaned and began moving back and forth, fucking Fran's mouth while he twisted her teats roughly. Afraid he was going to cum, he pulled himself away and walked around the table to the other end, where Frannie's bent legs were spread wide, her feet on the edge of the table. Frannie's crotch was like a jungle, with the hair spilling over onto the inside of her thighs and growing down to her ass. Even her asshole was furry, and there was a thin treasure trail that went up to just below her belly button. "You like that hairy pussy, don't you?" Fran cackled in a voice that was loud enough to make Ken cringe. "My pussy doesn't look anything like what you've been getting - or not getting, does it?" "Shut up!" Ken hissed, and ducked his head between Frannie's legs and into the woolly delta. Despite the denseness of her bush, Ken had no problem finding Fran's opening, because she was already wet. Ken's tongue slid inside of her, and the pungent musk of her pussy made his head spin. So different from Eileen's floral scent, Fran's pussy was surrounded by a feral musk that made Ken want to chew her up. "Oh!" Fran gasped, writhing on the picnic table. "You Whittens sure know how to eat pussy!" "Keep your voice down," Ken hissed as he ducked away from Fran for a second. The thought that his daughter might have been doing exactly what he was doing now did not disgust him. Quite the contrary. It made him even crazier, and as he lapped at Fran's clit with a eager tongue, he felt Fran's hands tearing at his scalp. "Fuck me!" she implored, yanking his face from between her legs. "Hard!" Ken was so out of his mind that he found himself climbing on top of the table - the very table he had assembled himself earlier that year - and he prayed that his handyman skills were good enough. She was tight. Wonderfully, incredibly tight, and once Ken slid in and Fran had wrapped her legs around, there was no stopping him. Fran came almost immediately, and Ken found himself putting his hand over her mouth as she did. "Shut - up," Ken hissed, pounding his cock into her like a jackhammer. The creaking of the table and Ken's grunting were the only sounds now, and as his orgasm began to surge through him, Frannie came again, this time reaching up and biting into his collarbone to muffle herself, but he hardly felt it as he erupted inside of her. .......... Chapter Ten: Dancing in the moonlight. "Cold?" Ken asked as Fran's body shivered next to him. "No, I'm hot as hell. It's your cum that's giving me the shakes. It's oozing out of my pussy and down to my asshole." "Uh - are you on the pill?" Ken asked. "Hell of a time to be asking that now, isn't it?" Fran whispered. "Well?" "That was good, Mr. Whitten," Fran said, ignoring his question while reaching down and grabbing his gooey, flaccid dick. "I needed a hard cock bad. How fast can you reload this thing?" "Damn, I just came five minutes ago," Ken muttered. "Give me a break." "You aren't one of these one and done dudes, are you?" Fran complained. "Cum and go? What's the most times you and Mrs. W. have done it in one night?" "You're nosy, aren't you?" "Nosy and horny," Fran added. "How many times? Two? Three?" "Back when we were dating, I rented a motel room and we screwed from seven at night until 2 in the morning," Ken whispered. "Must have been 7 or 8 times. That was when I was your age though." "Well, the least you can do for me is to get it up one more time," Fran insisted. "Maybe I can inspire you." Fran rolled off of the picnic table and got Ken to sit on the end of it while getting between his legs. "Do I give better head than your wife? " Fran asked before taking him into her mouth. "Yes," Ken grunted as he fell back onto the picnic table and enjoyed Fran's wet lips sliding up and down his cock, along with her periodic raising of her head to spit out some filth. "Sorry I can't squeeze your cock between my tits, because mine are way too small for that. Bet your wife does that for you though, doesn't she? I'll bet she wraps those jugs around you and you cum like crazy." Ken's cock only stirred a little bit despite Fran's energetic efforts, but that didn't discourage Fran. Just the opposite, and after getting him a little thicker and longer, Fran upped the ante. "Your wife do this?" Fran asked, lifting his cock and sucking on his balls. "No," Ken grunted as Fran went back and forth between his nuts, sucking and licking the wrinkled sac while she pulled on his cock. Eileen's mouth hadn't gone near his balls since they were in college, and as Fran popped each of them into her mouth and sucked on them hard, he felt himself start to get erect. "That's better. I can feel your cock getting harder, Fran said. "I guess if she won't suck you balls, then I know she wouldn't do this." Ken felt Fran lift his thighs up, and as his butt came off of the table, he felt Fran's mouth come off of his sac, her tongue sliding down the sensitive area below his balls. "What are... Omigod!" Ken gasped. Fran's tongue first danced around Ken's anus, tickling and teasing the puckered ring, and then darted inside of his asshole. Ken's hands gripped the underside of his thighs, lifting them up while Fran devoured his ass, and he writhed and squirmed under this totally new experience. When Fran's had snaked upwards, she found his cock stiffly curved against his stomach. "Fuck me - in the pool," Fran said, climbing out from his crotch and padding over to the pool and walking down the steps gingerly. Ken followed, his asshole tingling and his erection bobbing in front of him. The water was cold compared to the air, but he hardly noticed. Fran's body was slippery against his, and when she jumped into his arms, he was inside her in seconds. "Want you to rim me sometime," Fran hissed into his ear. "Want your tongue lapping at my asshole like that. Mine is almost as hairy as yours is." Ken's answer was a grunt, and he continued to thrust himself in and out of Fran while she bobbed up and down in the water. When Fran started to cum, he bounced them both over into deeper water, debating about whether or not to duck her head in the water before letting her sink her teeth into his shoulder, and as she bit him he came himself. All in the Fucked-Up Family "I needed that, Mr. Whitten," Fran whispered as they disengaged. "Time for me to go back to bed now." Ken walked to the shallow end of the pool and climbed the steps behind Frannie, looking at her plump ass and trying to imagine what it would be like to do to her anus what she had done to his. "Maybe," Fran said as she slid the door open quietly and stopped in the doorway. "Maybe instead of cleaning all off your cum out of me, I'll have somebody else do it. How does that sound?" Fran snickered a little bit as she headed through the kitchen and down the hall. Ken followed, thinking she must have been kidding, but instead Frannie went right into Candy's bedroom. Ken went into the bathroom and did a little clean-up of his own, and when he came out he paused outside of Candy's room for a second, listening for any sounds. Sounds that did not come. ........... Chapter Eleven: Eileen and Fran. "Let me help you with that stuff," Fran said to Eileen, and before Eileen could protest Fran was grabbing a towel and folding it. Eileen bit her tongue and thanked her for offering, but there was no stopping Fran. Everybody else in the house was sleeping in, and who knows what time Ken would wake up, she thought. Taking midnight dips in the pool and always acting so horny all the time; must be some sort of mid-life crisis or something. Resigned to the fact that Fran was going to help, Eileen set the rest of the towels on the folding table and worked along with Fran, who was dressed as inappropriately as ever. The tank top Fran was wearing was baggy and she wore nothing underneath it, of course, so every time that Fran bent or moved she exposed her breasts. The girl had no shame, Eileen though to herself, while watching Fran bend over and seeing the top of her shirt bow way down. You could see her breasts, and what was strange was the fact that they were so pitifully small, you would think that she would want to hide them. At least she was wearing shorts this morning, instead of that bathing suit with the pubic hair peeking out the sides. It certainly wasn't Fran's fault that she was so hirsute. She seemed to be of Greek or Italian heritage, and Eileen knew of similar girls from college who had been hairy, but at least most of them didn't go parading around like Fran did. At least she shaved her legs, Eileen noted with some satisfaction. The girl wouldn't be unattractive at all if she made any effort to make herself look a little feminine. Let that short cropped curly hair-do grow out, wear some make-up, and dress like a girl. And shave those underarms, Eileen admonished the girl in her mind, just as Fran raised the towel almost on cue. It would be one thing if the girl just had a little wisp of hair there, but her armpits were as hairy as any man she had ever seen. What man in the world would want to be with a girl who looked like that? A lot of hippie girls used to walk around like that, but those days were long gone. There she goes bending over again, Eileen thought, glad that the folding was almost done. Looking at Fran's sad little breasts had become a major distraction, and there were a lot of other things to be done around the house. "Hellooo? I said, is that all of it, Mrs. Whitten?" Eileen jumped when she heard Fran's voice breaking her out of her trance. Fran's head dipped down toward where Eileen staring and was looking up at her, and she was smiling like she had caught somebody with their hands in the cookie jar. "Oh, I'm sorry Fran," Eileen said, stammering are acting just as flustered as she felt. "Yes, that's it. Thank you." "Too bad," Fran said with a smirk. "We were just getting into it." "Yes... uh... I wasn't really... I mean, I didn't mean to..." "I know, Mrs Whitten," Fran said before leaving. "It's okay. I liked you checking me out. Until now I had been thinking that you didn't like me." "No, I mean..." Eileen sputtered, but then just shut up and watched the girl leave the room. "Great. Now she thinks I was staring down her blouse," Eileen mumbled to a empty room. .......... Chapter Twelve: Frannie and Ken. "I think I might be getting into Mrs. Whitten's head," Frannie said. "Just like I've gotten into yours." Ken leaned back from under the hood of his car, where he had been busy filling the windshield washer, and looked over at Frannie. "Is that right?" "This morning I helped your lovely wife fold the laundry, and she was all eyes," Fran snickered. "She was checking me out virtually non-stop." "I find that hard to believe." "I think she likes my titties," Fran suggested. "She looks down my blouse as much as you do." "Well, if you wore something a little less revealing, maybe people wouldn't be spending so much time looking." "Aw, come on Mr. Whitten," Fran purred. "That wouldn't be any fun. People like to look, and I like to be looked at." "You know, you don't have to call me Mr. Whitten." Ken said. "I like to be respectful, but I'm open to suggestions" Fran said softly. "What do most girls call you after they've had their tongue up your ass? What did I call you when I was cumming last night?" "I don't remember." "Three times," she said. "You made me cum 3 times last night. That was good. Real good. Did you like it?" "Yes, but that was wrong on every level, and it won't be happening again. I was wrong to do that." "Which time? The time on the picnic table or the time in the pool?" "Both times." "Don't tell me that those are sacred places or something," Fran scoffed. "How many times have you fucked your wife on that picnic table? How about the pool?" Ken exhaled deeply and shook his head. "That doesn't matter. Let's just forget it ever happened, okay?" "Uh... no. Can't do it," Fran said. "It was too good. We were too good together, and besides, you won't forget about it. You'll take that memory to your grave. One day you'll be sitting in some nursing home telling all the other old coots about how you nailed this crazy chick in the back yard while your wife was sleeping." "Hopefully I'll die before that," Ken answered. "Well, in that case maybe your wife will be telling her bridge club about this girl that seduced her," Fran mused. "Ha!" "Don't worry. When it happens I'll make sure to tell you about it," Fran promised before turning to go back in the house. "I'll be sure to give you all the details so you can get yourself off while you think about it." Ken shook his head as he watched Frannie head back inside, her butt jiggling. The thought of Eileen looking down Fran's blouse had given him an instant erection, and even though it seemed unlikely, he recalled many an instance when had noticed Eileen checking out other women on the sly. Then there was that time in college that Eileen had told him about. ............. Chapter Thirteen: Ambush. "Oh! Fran!" a startled Eileen Whitten said when she saw her daughter's mentor standing a few feet away from her. It was the Monday after Fran's weekend stay, and Eileen was hanging around the pool, enjoying the warm morning with a cup of coffee. Eileen pulled her wrap around herself, silently relieved that she wasn't wearing nothing at all as was occasionally her custom back in their secluded yard. "Hi there Mrs. Whitten!" Fran chirped merrily, her eyes looking at the shapely legs of her friend's mother. "Didn't mean to scare you. I rang the front bell." "Uh... Candy's at work today," Eileen said. "I know," Frannie said. "I forgot my watch, and I'm lost without it. Mind if I go in and get it?" "No, go right ahead," Eileen said, watching as Fran went through the sliding door and into the house. When Frannie came back outside, she sat down in a lawn chair next to Mrs. Whitten and remarked how hot it was already. "I'm surprised you aren't in the pool," Frannie said. "This heat wave is unreal." "I was thinking about going in and putting my suit on," Eileen said. "I'd live in there if I could," Fran said. "Well, if you want to, feel free," Eileen heard herself saying. "Cool," Frannie said, jumping up and unbuttoning the army uniform top she was wearing, and to Eileen's obvious shock, she stepped out of her sneakers and shorts, leaving her naked. "Hope you don't mind," Fran said, seemingly enjoying Eileen's discomfort and her efforts to look unfazed as she averted her eyes awkwardly. "Me and Candy go in naked all the time." Fran gingerly walked down the steps of the pool, looking back and catching Mrs. Whitten watching her. "Hope you're going to join me," Fran said with a smile, just before she eased into the cool water. "Uh... maybe," Eileen said, quickly getting up and going into the house. Eileen put her coffee cup in the sink and looked out at the brazen girl swimming without the slightest bit of shame. It was almost as if she was taunting her, or even teasing her, and Eileen turned away from the window and went to her bedroom. She climbed into her unmade bed and stared at the ceiling for a minute before getting right back up and going into her closet for her bathing suit. After putting it on, she checked herself out in the mirror. It wasn't her usual suit, but a two-piece that she used to wear when she was a few years younger. Her stomach was a tad fleshier now, and Eileen had outgrown the top a bit, but outside of that, she thought she looked alright. Walking back outside, only one thought was going through her mind. What in the world are you doing? As Eileen emerged from the house, Frannie was leaning back against the wall of the pool with her elbows on the edge, and when she saw Eileen tiptoeing down the steps of the pool she let out an approving whistle. "Wow!" Frannie said as Eileen blushed. "You should wear that all the time instead of that old lady outfit you always have on. You look smokin' hot!" Eileen chuckled nervously and submerged herself quickly before reemerging and pulling her wet hair back. "I don't have the body for this anymore, but my other one is still damp," Eileen lied. "I beg to differ. That looks amazing on you, and you've got an incredible body. Sort of like Candy super-sized, and in all the right places," Frannie said. Eileen swam around for a few minutes as Fran watched from the side of the pool, and when she got a little tired she swam over to Fran. "I trust you'll keep an eye on Candy, especially her first semester," Eileen said to Fran. "I remember my first year in college, and the beginning was really traumatic for me." "Candy will be fine," Fran assured her. "She'll be safe under my wing." For whatever reason, when Fran said that, Eileen's eyes went to Fran's armpit and the thick, wet pelt of hair that was plastered under her arm. "The hair," Eileen said in as off-hand a manner as she could muster. "Is that a political statement or what?" "Why do you ask?" Fran asked without flinching. "I dunno," Eileen said, on the defensive despite herself. "It's just that you don't see that much anymore." "I guess that I like it because it pisses off the people that I don't mind getting mad, and it turns on the ones that I want turned on. Would you rather I shaved?" "No. I mean, it's your body and all that," Eileen said. "I was just curious." A moment of deafening silence followed, and Eileen shrugged a little. "My roommate in college - she was a natural woman, and you kind of remind me of her," Eileen said nervously. "Good memories, I hope?" Fran asked with a wry smile. "Oh, yes," Eileen said. "We got along very well." "When you have a special friend as a roommate, it's really good," Fran said. "Do you two still get together every once in a while?" "Shannon? No, I haven't seen her in years," Eileen mused. "Too bad." "Ken," Eileen said with a giggle, mimicking Frannie by leaning back against the pool. "After he saw you, he told me I should let the hair under my arms grow." "I don't think it would look right on you," Fran said, reaching over and running her fingers under Eileen's arm, making her jump when she stroked the wet, satiny skin. "You look great smooth. Sensitive under there, aren't you?" "A little," Eileen confessed, as she began to feel a bit light-headed. "The armpits are an underrated part of the body, I think. If the touch of a finger makes you jump like that, I wonder what my tongue sliding through your armpit would do to you?" Fran said, biting her lower lip and squinting at Eileen. "Uh, how did we get into this discussion anyway?" Eileen blurted out nervously, moving away from the edge of the pool and towards the center. "I think you were the one that said you found my armpit hair interesting," Frannie said, paddling out towards Eileen. "I mean, if it really grosses you out, I'd shave it. Hell, if you wanted to, you could shave my armpits for me. I'll bet that would be so incredibly erotic - for both of us." Eileen laughed and swam away, but Fran was swimming right along with her, and cornered her under the diving board. "You aren't afraid of me, are you?" Fran asked. "Afraid? Me? Of course not," Eileen said, her voice breaking as she moved along the sidewall of the pool. "What exactly are you afraid of then?" Fran asked. "Yourself?" "I don't know what you're talking about," Eileen declared, turning away and starting to swim away. Fran reached out and grabbed the string that kept her top on, but instead of untying it, Fran used it to pull her back toward her. "What the?" Eileen grunted as Fran pulled her up against her. Eileen felt the girl's breasts poking her in the back while Fran's hands came around her waist before moving up to her tits. "You want me," Fran said, licking Eileen's neck and nibbling on her shoulder while hugging her from behind. "As much as I want you." Frannie's hands kneaded Eileen's full globes through the fabric of her bathing suit, and moved her own titties back and forth across Eileen's back. "I can't," Eileen said. "You can, and you will," Fran insisted. "What if Ken comes home?" Eileen said, her nipples popping under Fran's coaxing. "He won't, and just in case we'll lock your bedroom door." "I have to show a house at 2," Eileen said, feeling Fran's hand slide down her stomach and begin to rub her mound. "That's three hours from now," Fran declared, and when she began to move them toward the steps at the other end of the pool, Eileen was no longer resisting. .............. Chapter Fourteen: Inside. Fran closed the bedroom door behind her and leaned back against it, looking at the woman shivering in the middle of the room. Very slowly Fran moved a little closer to Eileen, reveling in the woman's frightened pose. "Now that's you've got me, what are you going to do to me?" Fran asked and giggled a little. "Want to dry me off first?" Frannie stood there dripping wet, and Eileen found herself drying off her slender shoulders and upper chest. Then Eileen was drying off Fran's breasts, and when she felt the plaint flesh wiggle on the other side of the towel, she let the towel slip out of her grasp. Eileen's hands cupped the tiny buds, the nipples stiff against her palms, and Frannie's smile never wavered while she reached around Eileen and pulled on the string that held the top up. "Damn!" Frannie said as Eileen's top came off and her lush, full breasts eased down. Despite Eileen's superior height, her much larger breasts were level with Fran's buds, and that allowed Fran to rub her tiny bosom into Eileen's, sighing as her chest was crushed by the older woman's. The bottom of Eileen's bikini came off and now they were both naked, with Fran easing Eileen over to the bed and moving her down onto it. Frannie's eyes looked at the little fluff of blonde hair that framed Eileen's sex before burying her face in a moist valley that became even wetter seconds later. An hour later, Eileen was staring at the overhead fan as it spun above the two of them. Frannie was on her stomach, her olive skin contrasting starkly with the lily white sheets, much as it had against her own skin as they had ground into each other while making love. Eileen pulled a curly brown hair from between her teeth, wondering briefly where it had come from; Fran's head, pussy or even her underarms. Eileen had devoured every part of Frannie, much to her shame, if not regret. So many years ago, this was the way Eileen had reacted when she was sexually aroused. Now, this girl had her feeling that way again. As if in a trance, Eileen rolled over and got on her knees beside Frannie, letting her hands slide all over the smooth skin of her back. Fran purred at her touch and rolled over, allowing Eileen's to rub the front of her. On her back, Fran's breasts all but disappeared, and her androgynous appearance was enhanced by all of the hair under her arms and between her legs. Eileen wondered what it would be like to have Frannie take her with a strap-on, like her college roommate had done so often. When Eileen posed the question out loud, Fran smiled. "A strap-on?" Frannie said with a giggle while reaching up to caress Eileen's pendulous breasts which were dangling down above her. "I knew you were a lot nastier than you let on. Yeah, I've got one, and I'd love to do you with it. Maybe we should meet some night someplace where we can really get to know each other." "I'd like that," Eileen said. "Any other kinky little things you have in mind?" Fran asked. "Since you're being so open now about how you like to get nasty?" "Maybe," Eileen said, rolling Frannie's waifish body back onto her stomach and lifting her hips up a tad. Parting Frannie's plump ass cheeks, Eileen brought her face down between those olive toned buttocks and right down to the balloon knot which was surrounded by hair. "OH!" Fran groaned as she felt Eileen Whitten's tongue burrow into her ass. "Damn, what about that house you were going to show?" Eileen's reply was muffled, but as she spread Fran's ass open wider, it was clear that real estate was not on the front burner right about then. ... Chapter Fifteen: The Blu Bell Motel Ken Whitten wasn't expecting to see Fran outside of his company's office, but the sight of her made him hard almost immediately. What was it about her that excited him so, Ken wondered as he eyed Frannie sitting on the bench in front of the building? She was dressed in her usual sloppy and drab way, which today consisted of worn out jeans and a baggy yellow T-shirt, so it certainly wasn't a case of her trying to look sexy. Yet still, as Ken approached, he found himself wanting to grab the girl and take her into a deserted office and fuck her brains out. "Frannie," Ken said. "Wasn't expecting to see you around here." "Hi Mr. Whitten," Frannie chirped, getting up off of the bench and facing him, her hands in her back pocket. Frannie's little tits poked out into the fabric of the shirt, and Ken tried not to look as he met her. "What brings you down this way?" "I had such a great morning that I had to tell you about it," Fran cooed. "I did promise you that I would." "Promise me that you would tell me what?" "I told you that you would be the first to know when I got into a certain woman's pants," Fran said. "Matter of fact, here's a little something I seem to have taken with me. Want it?" Fran had been moving her tongue around inside of her mouth, and after she fished the hair out from between her teeth she held it up to Ken's face. "What does that prove?" Ken snorted, looking at the blonde hair that Fran held up for a second more before letting it fly away. "It wasn't Candy's pussy hair, if that's what you're thinking," Fran said. "Her pubes are lighter in color. You know that." Ken shuddered at the conversation, with bringing his daughter into the mix.