21 comments/ 286049 views/ 36 favorites The Flaherty Family By: scouries By Jimmy (Two) Flaherty as told to Scouries 2004 The following story is true – the names and locations have been changed but everything described happened. The presenter, Jimmy 'Two' Flaherty, is a good fiend of mine, and he recounted the story to me recently when my sister, my niece and I visited his family in their country house, the same house described in the story. While there, I slept with many of the principals, all of whom confirmed its truth. The family's lifestyle isn't for every one but spending a month with them was a wonderful experience, an experience other less open members of our society would benefit from. May 1995, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: I had just arrived home from Happy Valley, my first year studying engineering at Penn State complete. I was 19 years old that spring, full of life and full of myself, excited to be back with my family, eager but nervous, knowing I was about to enter into an unknown sexual world. My name is Jimmy Flaherty, and I'm also known as Junior or more often simply as 'Two', being the second James Flaherty. Born in 1975 in Philadelphia, I was the son of two eighteen year old unwed high school seniors, James Flaherty and Evelyn Ashton. Dad was descended from Irishmen and although his ancestors had come to America over a hundred and fifty years earlier, he still had the look and feel of someone fresh from the old sod. He had been born on the wrong side of the tracks, the son of Maggie Flaherty and some unknown one night stand. Although I never heard the complete story, it seems that Grandma was an alcoholic, a drunk, and maybe a prostitute, and died young, probably of pneumonia, after spending a winter living rough on the mean streets of Philly. It's amazing that Dad not only survived but prospered mightily. At ten tears of age, he was discovered malnourished and dressed in rags reading a book in the basement of the county library. Stunned to find this street urchin reading books meant for children years older, he had become something of a 'cause celebre' in the local papers. Finally, the State entrusted his care to the capable hands of a retired couple, Joe and Edna Brown, both ex-teachers in their late fifties who had never been able to have children. He was a brilliant student from the first and this, combined with loving guidance from his new guardians, ensured his academic success. His great marks, and the connections the Browns had, earned him a full scholarship to St. Fops, Philadelphia's top prep school. It was here that he met Evelyn Ashton and finally fell in love with one of the prettiest and smartest girls in town. Mom was an Ashton, a member of the Philadelphia elite; her father a senior bank executive, her mother from a famous shipping family. Mom grew up in the world of high society; museum openings, opera evenings, afternoon teas and debutant balls the norm of her existence. Through most of high school they had hated each other, not so much because they were so different in background, it was more because they were far and away the two smartest students in their year, and were in constant competition for every academic prize. I was never told the exact event that triggered their falling in love but it must have been due to that strange onslaught of hormones that eventually strikes every teenager. I was the initial outcome of that passion, my arrival the cause of Mom's permanent estrangement from her parents. First insisting on an abortion, then favoring banishment and adoption, Mr. Ashton (forever after referred to as 'That Asshole' by Dad) behaved pitifully towards Mom, finally throwing her out of the house when she refused his wishes. I was born in August 1975; just six weeks after their high school graduation and we immediately left for Happy Valley, both Mom and Dad on full academic scholarships. A year later sis, Isabel Marie, was born, and our family was complete. In 1980 we moved to Pittsburgh, Dad armed with a degree in Materials Engineering and Mom a graduate of the School of Education. Dad had started to work for Pittsburgh's largest Engineering firm and had quickly risen through the ranks of project management. He had been second in command of a recently completed $100 million bridge project and was due to be General Manager of a major road project starting in the fall. Mom had taught for seven years before moving into school administration and was now a senior manager for the county school board. With Isabel, Dad and I free for the summer, and with Mom having July off, Dad had decided to tackle his biggest dream, the construction of a home in the country, on land he had bought ten years earlier. The Browns had died in the early eighties, within months of each other, and had left Dad a good sized inheritance, money which he immediately invested in 200 acres of mixed field and woodland one hundred miles northeast of Pittsburgh. Nestled up against public park land at the base of a small mountain, the little valley was an idyllic and beautiful private world. For ten years our family had vacationed there, living in tents for three or four weeks every summer, Dad all the while planning a house that he would eventually build and live in. The fact of our availability that summer had spurred the final decision to build. It was to this, that I had arrived home from school to that May, and I was looking forward to a summer in the country, eagerly anticipating the hard physical labor that would be required. Also the promise of forbidden sex lured me powerfully; the anticipation of what I knew was to come exhilarating. A virgin when I had left for Penn State, I had passed most of my high school years completely unaware of the charms of the opposite sex. It had only been after Christmas of my senior year that the chemicals had exploded into my system, drowning out any attempts at rational thought, making masturbation my only pastime, every female a potential release for my raging penis. It had got so bad that spring that even the females in my family could send me rushing to the bathroom. Sis bending over or appearing just in bra, Aunt Penelope in her bathrobe or bikini, or even Mom leaning across me, her breasts grazing my arm; all these small events would trigger erections that my hands would have to release. And then, 'voila', that horrible time was over. My third day at University, a second year Art student seduced me, taking me to her apartment and spending two days in bed with me. I missed some of Engineering '98's initiation but Julie initiated me into something so much more interesting and fun. And even more strangely, I was a natural at it, not only good in bed, but also good at getting girls into bed. For someone who had had no success with women before, and had never been a great conversationalist in high school, my ease around women and my sexual attraction to them was a seeming miracle, a completely unexpected gift. That fall I had made love to seven women, all students, all lovely girls who both taught me and were taught by me. I loved sex and knew it would be the most important aspect of my future life. I was having so much fun I almost didn't want to go home for Christmas, and so arranged it so I would be home only two weeks. Home and soon horny, the sexual ruminations I had had the spring before about my female relatives now turned into true desire for their bodies. Isabel had bloomed in the months I had been away, her body now bursting with sexuality. She was now 5'8", with bright, curly, red hair some renegade Irish gene had produced, green eyes, and had a soft, white, freckled skin that seemed to glow. Her perfect breasts, medium sized, pointed and upright, seemed to dance under the sweaters she wore, and when she wore dresses to dinner, the sight of the tops of those tantalizing white orbs, jiggling as she moved was enough to drive me crazy. As she would lean over to whisper in my ear, my eyes would travel down the hills exposed, aching to see one of her pink nipples, my hands clasped together on my lap to prevent an inadvertent lunge. God, even Mom excited me. At thirty-seven she still had the body and look of a high school cheerleader, her short slim body firm everywhere. She was only 5'2" and maybe a hundred and five pounds, a perfect English rose with a pure white, translucent skin. Although petite, Mom worked out often, and her body sprouted little muscles everywhere, her biceps, triceps, lats, pecs and calves all perfectly proportioned. It was strange to think that I wanted to see my mom naked, to lick the sweat off her body after her morning workout, to touch the soft opening I had first appeared from, but I did, fondling my hard cock as I surreptitiously watched her. Finally, I wanted Aunt Penelope, Mom's younger sister and only sibling. Penny was twenty-six that Christmas, eleven years younger than Mom and only seven years older than I. She was only seven when Mom had been banished from the house and it had been only through Mom's diligence that they had stayed connected. Every month from the time Mom had left with Dad she had written a long letter to her young sister, often with pictures of us and detailing our life. As Penelope got older it was easier for Mom to arrange meetings and twice a year during the early eighties Mom would travel to Philly to see her. Penny started university in 1987, going to the University of Chicago to pursue a Library Management degree, and during these years always spent a couple of weeks of her school breaks with us. After graduating and then working a year in Chicago, she had moved to Pittsburgh, taking a job with the county Library system and had moved in with us while looking for a place of her own. Two years later she was still with us, a true and permanent member of our family. At 5'4" she was taller than Mom, and with her short, dark hair, white skin, quirky mannerisms and perfect full breasts, everyone immediately thought of Wynona Ryder who she genuinely resembled. Coming home, I had hoped that I would be able to seduce her but her working combined with the endless round of parties and socializing had left me no chance to carry out my scheme. Increasingly horny, I went to bed and woke with raging hard-ons, and couldn't wait for my return to Happy Valley. The morning before I was to leave I was woken from a deep sleep that had been full of erotic adventures, "Jimmy, Jimmy, wake up," I heard, slowly conscious of a hand shaking my shoulder. "What? Who's there? What time is it?" I mumbled, slowly reviving. "Come on sleepy head, wake up, it's your last day at home," I heard Mom say. "Mom? Mom, is that you?" I started and then screamed, "Oh Christ, don't look," as my hands rushed to my groin, trying to cover my uncovered penis which was proudly erect. "Oh Jimmy, don't worry, I've seen you naked before. Do you always sleep nude?" she asked. "Muuum pleeeassse. You shouldn't come in to my room without knocking." "Actually I'm glad I did. Your Dad and I have been worried about you. You never seem to go out with any girls. At least I know now that your equipment works. And it's big too! As big as your Dads. You Flaherty men are sure blessed," she ended as she placed one hand under my testicles and the other on my shaft. "Mooothhhher, God, please stop," I begged, stunned that my Mother was fondling me. "Do you have a girlfriend at school? Are you still a virgin? You never tell us," she continued, ignoring my protests completely, her hand now slowly pumping me. "Mother that's private," I groaned, my penis trembling in anticipation of its release. "At least tell me if you've slept with a girl," she insisted. "Yes, yes, seven of them," I stammered, already feeling the first explosion of sperm rushing upwards. "Christ, Mom, I love girls, I fucking love fucking them," I cried. After we had both watched the rich creamy strands fly upwards, landing on my chest and legs and over Mom's hands, and after Mom had inserted one cum covered finger between her lips and swallowed, she rose and said, "Jimmy, I'm so happy we've had this talk. I know you're Dad's going to be so happy to hear about your success with women. I'm so proud of you." Before leaving she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then bent more and licked a drop of cum hanging from the end of my cock, then left the room licking her lips. For minutes I lay stunned, flabbergasted that my Mom had given me a hand job and then swallowed my come. But as I recovered, my heart slowly returning to normal, I also felt an incredible desire, a consuming lust for Mom. The urge to go and find her, throw her naked on the floor and fill her with my again bursting penis was almost overpowering. Finally after the almost manic feeling passed, I rose and quickly showered, knowing I had to get out of the house for a while and think. As I rushed towards the front door Isabel intercepted me, asking, "Jimmy do you have any time? I'd like to talk to you before you go back tomorrow." "I can't now sis. Maybe after dinner," I blurted, but as I left I couldn't help but notice the look of disappointment on her face. Late that afternoon I had just got out of the shower, trying to get prepared for the final family dinner before my departure, a dinner that Mom had insisted we dress up for, when I heard Aunt Penny call out to me for help. Putting my head around her door I asked, "What's your problem Auntie?" "Please Jimmy, I've told you a hundred times, Pen or Penny or Penelope, but not Aunt or Auntie. Can you help me with my dress?" Pen was standing in the centre of the room, holding a black silk dress, a necklace of pearls around her throat and dressed in just a short shift, a covering that left little to my imagination. "What do you need?" "I want you to zip it up for me; I can never reach these back zippers." As I watched, she pulled the shift over her head, revealing her totally naked body and as I gaped spellbound she quickly dropped the dress onto her body. She then approached me and turning her body offered her back to me. "You're not wearing any underwear Pen, did you forget." "I decided to be a bit risqué tonight nephew," she said grinning. Putting my hands in the opening in the dresses back, I then proceeded to move them over her soft skin, sliding my fingers forward until they slowly encountered her full breasts. I held her firmly as she started to struggle against my insistent fingers, pulling her back until my heavy penis was riding against the crack in her ass. Whispering in her ear, I promised her, "When I get home this summer Aunt Pen, the big cock that's riding your ass is going to fuck you until you scream for mercy." Momentarily I removed one hand, and then hastily lifted the bottom of her dress and swiftly inserted a finger in her already moist channel, and her immediate moan signaled her willing acceptance of my maleness. As she moaned my name, I spun her and forced her to her knees, pressing my penis against her already open mouth, her lapping tongue already moving. As we heard Mom's call from the kitchen, I spent freely into her stuffed mouth, my sap was leaking down her chin as I turned for my room. As we ate dinner that night Mom, Pen and I were all nervous, and even Dad seemed aware of the undercurrents that were flowing between us. Only Isabel was unaffected, chatting away and carrying the conversation. In celebration Mom had provided ample wine and by nine-thirty o'clock we were all half pissed. Having to be up at six the next morning to get my ride back to school I was in bed by ten and asleep in minutes. "Jimmy, Jimmy, oh please Jimmy," somehow I heard these words and was again awakened, the second time in eighteen hours. "Isabel? Is that you? What are you doing here, what time is it?" "Jimmy, I know it's late, but I have to talk to you before you go, it's important. Please?" Lifting the sheet covering me, I invited her to join me. Unsure at first, she quickly decided and hopped onto the bed, slid under the sheet and snuggled into my arms. "Now, what's wrong Izzie?" "I need advice, advice about men, about sex," she started hesitantly. "I never thought about it until the last few months and now I can't think of anything else. Are you a virgin Jimmy? Have you ever slept with a girl?" "God, you're the second person to ask me that today." Seeing her quizzical expression, I explained how Mom had been inquiring this morning, and then went on to tell how I had been a virgin until I got to school. "You're like me, I went through the same thing last year, I hated it." "Do you like sex, doing it? I'm so nervous thinking about it." "Oh Isabel, you're going to love it. Once you find the right man you'll know it and everything will work out fine, promise." "I've found him and I love him," she whispered, "Its you." "No, no, no, Isabel, I'm your brother; you can't sleep with me honey. I love you but it's wrong. There must be some cute guys in your class, God, I'm sure all of them would like you." "I'm not going to change my mind Jimmy. When you come back in May I going to fuck you, like it or not. If you don't like me or don't want to do it again fine; but you're going to be my first. No, don't say anything, just think about it when you're at school." Grinning, her demand stated, she said, "Can I see him, touch him, just for a minute; I want to know what he looks like, what I should be dreaming about." Quickly she pulled back the sheet and lit the bedside lamp, exposing my penis, standing hard against my stomach. "God, he's big. Will he fit?" she mused as her hands explored his length and hardness. As a groan escaped my lips, she laughed, "You do like me, don't you? Touch my cunt Jimmy, please feel my sex." We touched each other insistently, and soon we both came quickly, our juices flowing into the others hand. Knowing it wasn't either the time or place for what was to come, we still made a silent promise to the other, a pact that we knew we would fulfill in May. I returned to school and classes the next day, sorry to be leaving these women I now loved and yet relieved, the stigma of incest still worrying me. I soon found many young coeds, happy to ride or be ridden by my hard member, but as I fucked joyously it always seemed to be Mom or Pen or Sis I was desiring, caressing, penetrating. I also spent much time in the Library that term, an engineer reading philosophy, history, sociology, law, and psychology, trying to learn about this so called deadly sin. Although the acts I contemplated were illegal, I came away from my study strangely complacent about the evils of incest. I was reassured by the amount of writings and the amount of study on the subject. It was obvious to even a casual reader that incest had been practiced by huge numbers of people throughout history, in every culture and society. It's hard to see yourself as sick and perverted if millions of people are practicing what you are contemplating doing. My arrival home that May turned out to be anticlimactic, the immediate sex I anticipated impossible. I arrived home late Sunday night and Mom and Sis were off the next morning, off on a tour to choose between the three Universities that Isabel was still considering. Aunt Pen was at the annual National Library Congress meetings in New York City for the week and all three wouldn't be back until Friday. I knew I'd have to find someone else while waiting. Tuesday afternoon, while I was washing the family car, fate intervened, delivering into my hands a woman I had long desired. Mrs. Church, the young wife of our next door neighbor pulled up, her two daughters in tow. Hanna Church had been an eighteen year old high school senior when her father virtually married her off to his business partner. Mr. Church, fifty-five, had lost his wife to cancer and had become enamored of the teenager, finally convincing Hanna's Dad to let him marry her. The Flaherty Family By twenty, Hanna had produced two daughters and had settled into her husband's large house in the suburbs. I knew them particularly well, as during my high school years Isabel and I had become last minute emergency babysitters for them. A couple of times a month one of us would go over for the evening to help, we thought getting paid to read and study (something we would have done anyway), was great. I had never particularly liked Mr. Church but his young wife had always attracted me. The young girls, Susie 10, and Claire 9, came running toward me, yelling "Jimmy, Jimmy, can we play too? Put water on us." Just dressed in a Speedo bathing suit, with water running over my muscled 6'2", 190 pound frame, I approached Hanna, "Hi, Mrs. Church, its great to see you." "Jimmy, you're back from school. How was your year? And I'm still not old enough for you to call me Mrs. Anyone," she finished grinning, referring to an old demand of hers that I only call her Hanna. "It was great Hanna, thanks, and how are all the Churches." "Good, thanks. Gosh, you look great Jimmy. Boy, you've really filled out, the girls at State must have been happy to see you arrive," she gushed as her eyes traveled over my body, staring for long seconds at my groin, obviously surprised by the bulge displayed. As we talked for minutes I learned her husband was out of town for the week and I offered to sit for her if she needed me in the next days as Isabel was also out of town. "Oh darn, I forgot Isabel was going. I have a shower to go to for one of my cousins' tomorrow night. But I'd never impose on a University man." I quickly convinced her I'd love to come, telling her I'd missed playing with her daughters, and we agreed to I would come the next night at eight. The young mother was dazzling when I arrived the next evening, her tall body filling every inch of the sexy summer dress she was wearing, her large breasts displayed alluringly. "Wow, you're really beautiful tonight Mrs. C; gosh, I hope the groom doesn't see you tonight, he may cancel the wedding." "Don't make fun of an old mother," she said, but the smile on her face as she talked showed how much she had enjoyed the compliment. "Old, ha, you prettier than any coed on campus. I might just take you back to Happy Valley with me next fall," I quipped. "Yes, your husband is one of the luckiest men in Pennsylvania." As I talked, my eyes moved over her body, drawn to the low cut top, the cleavage displayed. Blushing, but obviously excited at my words, and noticing my look, she bent slightly towards me and hunched her shoulders, for seconds allowing me a view of her breasts, breasts held up by a demi-support bra, her nipples exposed, pink and erect. I gently touched her shoulder and back and as she turned to go lightly brushed her breast, tweaking her hard nipple as it passed. Rushing out of the room, she stammered, "I can't, no I won't, uh, uh I won't be late Jimmy, probably eleven at the latest," and then was gone. I chuckled to myself, knowing she'd spend the next three hours thinking about my body, and knew she'd be burning with lust when she returned. I hoped she was going to one of those raunchy showers, full of negligees and sex toys. Once I got the girls to sleep I toured the house, exploring everywhere, invading the family's privacy, searching for Hanna's secrets. Her underwear collection was incredible, with every color, style and material on hand. I figured her old man must need some extra stimulation the money he had invested in satin. And then, in a bedside table, under some papers I found the treasure trove, three DVDs, marked only 'Hanna'. After inserting one in the bedroom DVD player, I sat back on her bed and watched the images, wildly exciting images that had my penis throbbing in seconds. Most of the film was of Hanna alone, either stripping, or bathing, or caressing her body, the cameraman clearly her husband. Her body was better than even I had imagined; her breasts full and proud, her hips wide and strong and her pubic bush long and lush. I had to laugh as I watched the second film, a film which showed her and her husband making love, as I now understood the poor woman's frustration. He was small, and had no control, ejaculating almost before he had penetrated her. They had videos from many different nights but his performance was almost always the same, Hanna's orgasms were never to be seen. After watching the final DVD, which featured a scene of her shaving her cunt clean, I quickly grabbed my lap top, which I had brought, and made copies of the three. When she arrived home around eleven I was ready, lying naked on my back on her bed, my penis big and risen and the DVD of her strip showing. "What, what, Jimmy, what are you doing on my bed. My God, you're naked. Get up, get up this instant, oh, you pig, get out, get the fuck out," she screamed, and then noticing what I was watching. "You bastard, you had no right, those are private, oh, you bastard," she howled, rushing to the TV and turning it off. As she faced the TV sobbing, I approached her, and after engulfing her in my powerful arms slowly pulled her against my body, making her feel my urgent hardness. "Leave me alone you prick, get out of my house or I'll call the police. Get out!! Get out now!!" Laughing, I lifted her and after ripping the dress from her body, threw her on the bed and then climbed on top of her. Sitting on her stomach, my penis between her shaking tits, one strong arm holding her hands above her head, the other keeping her head still, I lowered my mouth to her lips and forced her to taste me. "Hanna," I whispered, "I watched the films, its time you had a man, a man who can fill you, a man who'll make your juices flow." Moving forward on her body and raising her head, I brought my penis to her face, and then caressing her cheeks and lips slowly with my hardness I said, "Look at him Hanna, he wants you, he wants you so bad, soon he's going to be deep inside you." "No Jimmy, please no, oh God, he's too big, he'll hurt me," she sobbed. "I'm married, I've only ever slept with my husband, you can't, I can't." After ripping the black, silk panties from her pussy, my finger entered her urgently and finding her already wet, I quickly brought my throbbing shaft to her cunt lips. Ramming deeply in one long stroke, I had her fully impaled before her shriek of rage reached my ears. "Noooo, stoppp, oh Jimmy please stop," she wailed, her body bucking, trying to unseat me. "Yes Hanna! Yes, baby, keep fighting me. Do you like my big cock Hanna, do you like the way I go deep inside you? Are you wet enough yet Hanna? Yes Hanna, squeeze him, yes, just like that. Oh fuck, Mrs. C., you're made for my big fat prick. Soon I'm going to let you suck him, then I'm going to fuck you up your ass, yes, I saw you let your old husband fuck your ass, Hanna, oh wait til you feel mine." As I continued to talk, to insist, her cries and sobs turned first to groans, then moans, and then finally to screams of orgasmic bliss as my sperm flooded her. For minutes we lay still, still joined by my steel member, both of us dazed by the force of our coupling. "It was wrong what you did, you had no right. I hate you! Oh God you're bad, you're an evil man," she finally began. "I'm married, it's wrong." Then as I started to move my hips, forcing her to accept my maleness, she murmured, "Again? Can you really do it again already? My husband can only do it once a night. Oh, you're so big, you fill me Jimmy, you fill me so well." Moving her legs onto my shoulders I continued moving in her, my thrusts soon met by her eager pussy. "Hanna, I'm now going to really properly fuck you, not one time, but four or five times. My cock is going to stay in your pussy until you say that's enough. Do you want me to stop now or do you want me to continue? You decide," I finished, pulling my cock from her. "Oh Jimmy, Jimmy don't stop. Fuck me Jimmy, please fuck me. Put your beautiful fat cock in me. Yes Jimmy, fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder, harder," she screamed again nearing release, now totally under my control. Four times I penetrated her, four times she came, each orgasm stronger and longer lasting than the previous. As I dressed at three in the morning she held me, not wanting to see me leave. "I'll be back tomorrow Hanna, at ten pm. I want you waiting, rested, showered, perfumed, and naked." I went home elated, surprised how easily I had dominated Hanna, how I had bent her to my sexual will. As Dad and I ate dinner the next night he asked if I wanted to go see a ball game, the Cubs being in town to play the Pirates. "I can't Dad, I've got a date tonight, a very hot date." "Who's the lucky girl?" "Mrs. Church, Dad. I'm going to go fuck the crap out of Mrs. C." "What! Are you serious? Who, Mrs. Church next door?" I know I shouldn't have, but I wanted to show off in front of my father. Every male awaits the day when his actions impress his Dad and so I quickly told him the story, leaving nothing out, boasting of my prowess. When I finished I could see Dad was impressed, he was now looking at me in a way he never had before, with a new respect, a respect I welcomed. "Do you have the DVDs? I've always been turned on by Hanna, I'd like to see her naked." Rushing to the den I inserted the tape, and as it ran on, both my Dad and I sat on the couch, stroking our dicks through our pants. "Dad, would you like to come with me tonight? I'd really like you to come," I said. "But Jimmy, it's your girl; I don't want to butt in. Besides what about poor Mrs. C, she might not approve." "Dad, she'll approve of whatever we say. She never had had a real fucking, a real cock in her until last night. We'll just take her and she'll love it. I want to share a woman with you Dad, now and in the future." He didn't respond to that last comment but he knew what I was talking about. He knew I wanted to share Aunt Penny and Mom with him, he knew that going with me tonight would be a tacit acceptance of my fucking Mom. Finally nodding in agreement, he smiled, a pact had been made. She was naked when I entered her room that night, freshly washed, shampooed and perfumed as I had requested. As I undressed at her bedside, Dad entered, already stripped, his penis rampant. As she started to scream I held my hand to her lips, demanding her acquiescence. Laying on either side of her we slowly worked her body, our four hands and two mouths bringing her easily to orgasm. Letting her slowly suck my cock as I let Dad have the first fuck, I was happy to see that Dad and I were both built so much alike, our large and fat pricks almost mirror copies of the other When we left hours later, we left a woman totally drained of energy, her almost continuous orgasms joyous yet sapping. We had each vaginally fucked her four times and each had been sucked off. It was incredible when I had finally taken her ass, feeling Dad's cock through the thin membrane as he worked her cunt, all three of us moving in unison. I knew that in the years to come, Dad and I would repeat this scene many times, with Isabel, with Pen and with Mom. As we walked back to our house in the darkness Dads only comment was "Thanks son," but it was enough to make me proud. As we ate breakfast together the next morning I said to Dad, "Dad, you may not want to tell me but I have something to ask you, I hope you don't mind." "Ask away son." "It's about Aunt Pen, Dad. About you and Aunt Pen and Mom. I just can't figure it out. When did you and Pen start fucking? Christ, I lived in the house and never knew anything. Neither did Isabel. Here you were all screwing away and your lustful teenage son was totally oblivious to all that sex. I can't figure it. You know, I wanted to fuck Pen all my senior year and just didn't have a clue." "Well in answer to your first question, I first made love to Pen four years ago, when she was still going to the University of Chicago. I hate to say it but in her college days she was a little cock tease. She loved your Mom, but she couldn't help flaunting it, even to her sister's husband. For a couple of years, every time she visited she made sure she put on a show for me, flashing her breasts or panties, or innocently rubbing against me. Finally at Thanksgiving in her final year she went too far, showing me her naked body one day when your Mom was out." "I just grabbed her and fucked her silly, her young hard body crushed below me. It was really rape son, but a rape she asked for and welcomed. I was stunned when I got off her, blood was all over the bed, she had been a goddam virgin and I hadn't guessed. The sexy façade she had hidden behind was just that, a façade. Apparently it was only with me she played the role, at school she was the little demure private school bitch. I scared her more than hurt her, Jimmy, but she immediately left and stayed away from us for fifteen months." "Right away, I had told your Mom what happened, but neither of us was sure what to do. We finally decided not to say anything, to see if Pen would come back to us. Even though Mom wrote her religiously, for a year we had no word back; she missed coming Christmas, Easter, School Break, Summer and we were both despairing that she would never restart communication. Then at Easter two years ago she just showed up out of the blue." I interrupted with, "I remember now, her not being here. I wondered at the time where she was, but Mom always had a vague answer. What happened then?" "The three of us went up to the farm and spent three days talking. You and Isabel stayed home." "Yeah, I remember that weekend, couldn't figure out what was going on." "She told us she had been a virgin and was useless with boys at University. She just didn't know what to do. She didn't know how beautiful she was, how sexy. She loved her visits to our house because she had a chance to show her sexuality without danger. The rape stunned her; she hadn't understood what her actions were doing to me. Afterward when she had returned to Chicago she had gone out and slept with various men, learning about her body and her needs. But she missed her sister and she still dreamed of my body, wanting me even as she dated others." "Oh Yeah, I know that feeling," I sighed. "We all made a deal that weekend and we were lucky, somehow it worked. Pen was truly made love to that weekend, and your Mom's and my sexual life was somehow enhanced." "And Isabel and I, how did we miss it all?" "You two were both dorks, neither of you seemed to have any interest in sex. Mom and I thought we might have to turn Catholic so you could become a priest and Isabel a nun." "I wasn't that bad was I? I tell you last spring I used to get hard-ons every day over Auntie. I was almost ready to go into her room and ravage her. What's she like?" "She's perfect Jimmy. She fits my body almost as though she's part of it. Her breasts are made as if God made a mold of my hand and then made her tits to perfectly fit. Her nipples Jimmy, oh Christ, as your teeth slide over them and you hear that little whimper start at the back of her throat, it's indescribable. Spreading her legs, your lips curling around her tiny clit, her juices so sweet......you'll see, you'll see." "And Mom? She's okay with it?" "Mom and I have always been perfect together, from the first time we made love in the back of her old mans car, and that will never change. We also made a deal, an agreement I have to honor. " "I was conceived in the backseat of a car, Jesus?" "No, I think it was in the girl's locker room late one Friday afternoon." "God! What was the deal you made with her anyway?" "That's your Mom's business, ask her someday. You know Isabel and I are going to the country this weekend?" "Yeah Dad. Before she left she said you two were going to finish the plans for the new house. Did Izzie really do most of the drawings?" "Yes, she's a natural at it. She's going to make a great architect some day. I'm going to try and show her how an engineer looks at a site and show her why we have to make some changes." Mom and Isabel only got home around five, having finally decided on N.Y.U. and the full scholarship they had offered. Being in a rush to get on the road and up to the farm before it got too late, Dad hustled Isabel out the door before six. Mom immediately suggested that she and I go out to dinner, "Let's find a fancy place and splurge. First, though I'm going to have a workout, I haven't lifted a weight or exercised since last Sunday." "You look pretty good Mom, I wouldn't worry too much. Do you want me to spot you?" "Would you? Great, yes thanks." Five minutes later we were both in the basement gym, Mom on the treadmill in short shorts and sports bra, while I, just in shorts, worked on my arms and shoulders, lifting heavy dumbbells effortlessly. Finishing her run she joined me, and watched me finish a heavy set of curls, my biceps popping. "Wow, you've got big Jimmy. I don't think I can get my two hands around your bicep. You've put on a good ten pounds of muscle since the fall." "Thanks Mom. They've got a good gym at school and good coaches. Now let me see work those sexy muscles; let me see your body flex." As she took a loaded barbell and started to squat, I stood behind her, pressing my body lightly into her rear, ready to help lift if she needed it. Exercise after exercise she worked, her body now dripping sweat, her little muscles powerfully working and always I kept my body, my hands on her, encouraging her with light touches, almost caresses. Finally as she finished a set of shoulder presses she sagged into my back, complaining, "I'm getting old Jimmy, I can hardly lift a feather." "Bullshit Mom! You look bloody incredible; any twenty year old would die to have your body. C'mon, look," I said, maneuvering her in front of the large mirror. Moving my hands slowly across her body I complimented her, "Beautiful back, excellent shoulders, arms to die for, powerful thighs, Christ, what more could you ask for? But I insist you do some sit-ups for me, I love watching your abs work." Happy with my compliments, she sat back on the floor, "OK, but only a hundred, I want to get showered and get some food, I'm starving." As she lifted and lowered her body, my hand lightly circled over her stomach, going from rib cage to the top of her shorts, rhythmically moving in time to her movement, feeling the hard muscles working under the skin. "Shit, you made me lose count," she protested giggling, "I'm going to have a shower. Go get cleaned and dressed, I'll meet you in ten minutes. When I entered the master bath, Mom's back was to me as she soaped her breasts, ignorant of my naked presence until I slipped in behind her and pulled her to my chest. "Oh, Jimmy," she purred, quickly spinning to face me while her soapy hand went directly to my rampant prick. "Your cock is so, so nice. I've dreamed of him you know, every goddam day since the holidays, every day since I tasted his sweet cum." Effortlessly lifting her hundred pounds off the ground, I pulled her towards my chest, my hands supporting her firm rear cheeks, my penis poking her as she neared. "Mom, I want you bad, really fucking badly" I cried, lifting her higher and then dropping her directly on my shaft, her cunt tight but welcoming. With her back against the tiles, and her legs locked around my back, I drove my cock remorselessly home, time and again pounding deep within her, each plunge bringing an almost feral groan from her depths. Our second fuck seemed even harder, baser, as we rolled soaking across the silk sheets of her bed. Our hunger was palpable, unreasonable, still unquenched as we both exploded a second time. Still hard, still embedded in her, we commenced again, another race to ecstasy, both now screaming, yelling in joy, neither of us surrendering, struggling to maintain this state just a little longer. Finally, completely exhausted we both slept, a deep contented sleep, a sleep of two bodies utterly spent. The Flaherty Family I woke with Mom lying on top of me, with her tongue lapping at my face like a cat, her eyes shining in joy. I loved the feel of her atop me, her body nestling easily into mine, her warmth enveloping me. Soon we were both grinning, and then laughing, almost hysterical at our good fortune, at how lucky we were to have each other. "I think I got the better of that deal," she finally said, almost smirking. "What deal Mom?" "Did your Father ever tell you about Penny, how she came into our bed, how she became his second lover." Seeing my nod, she continued, "I insisted on only one thing Jimmy, and that one thing was you." Seeing my brow furrow in confusion, she explained, "I told your Dad that when you were ready, and only then, I was going to take you, have you whenever I wanted, whenever you wanted." "But,.. but that was before, Mom, how did you know? How did you know I'd be good enough for you, that I'd be a man you'd want?" "I knew Jimmy, I just knew. Last night, oh Jimmy, that was a night I'll never forget. I don't know if we'll ever get to that place again but I want you to know, it's never, never ever been better," she finished, her lips finding mine, our tears soon mingling. "Now lets do it slow, lets take a little more time than last night, I want to explore every inch of your body." And we did. For two hours, just using mouth and hands, we explored, we caressed, we excited, and we loved. After licking every inch of her body I was almost giddy with her sweet taste, surprised at how my taste buds reacted to her skin. "Mom, you taste so good, so different than the other women I've been with. Is it like that for you to?" "Yes, it's amazing. I haven't slept with many men you know, just your Dad, I'm not as experienced as you, my little Don Juan," she joked, "but you are so much tastier than Dad, so yummy, it's almost like I'm eating myself. Maybe it's because you came out of me, because you drank at my breast, the genetic ties we have. Your sperm, oh I could die for it. When I got that little nibble at Christmas I was stunned, I wanted to go back to your room and suck you dry, it was almost narcotic like. And you smell better, better than anyone I've ever known, ever met. I think I could spend the next year with my head in your lap, your smell intoxicating me, your cum sustaining me....." "Yes exactly, your right," I interrupted impatiently, "it's funny, with only you and Isabel do I feel that. Somehow you two smell right, taste right, look right. There must be some family chemical we all give off, an attraction only felt by us." "Speaking of Isabel, do you realize what she and Dad are doing this weekend?" "What? Dad and Isabel? The plans, the house..... Oh shit, he's going to fuck her isn't he? Oh no, oh no! That's wrong, she wanted me, she asked for me, I promised her." "She's his daughter, he wanted to be first." "He won't hurt her? Christ, what am I saying, of course he'd never hurt her. I just hope she's okay. What about you Mom? It doesn't bother you? Like Auntie Pen?" "No Jimmy, when I knew I was going to sleep with you it was strange, I just knew the four of us would be together, together sexually I mean. I think it was just meant to be. In my dreams I've seen both you and your Dad in me, both of you making love to first me, then Iz. I think that even twenty years from now your cock will still be filling me. But about your Aunt, I want you to promise me something." "Sure, anything Mom." "She'll be back Sunday, but I want you to promise you'll make her suffer a bit, wait a few days for the cock she craves, tease her a bit before you fuck her. I know since Christmas she's been dying for you. And then give her a good hard fuck for me. Oh, there's one other thing I want to tell you, another secret, for your ears only, promise?" Seeing my nod she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You're just a little longer and a little fatter than your Dad." "What? You mean... my cock? We look exactly the same." "Take my word for it, Dad's big and great, but you've stretched me more than he ever has. I know you last longer too,' she added smiling. "Our secret." It was stupid but I was happy, actually both really happy and really proud that mine was bigger, that Mom and Sis and Pen would always get a little more cock when they slept with me, that they'd be stretched wider by my young, hard prick. Mom and I spent the rest of the weekend in bed, and she wasn't disappointed in me or wrong in her assessment. When we heard Pen arrive home at four Sunday afternoon, we rose and naked went to greet her, our bodily juices dripping from our bodies. After kissing her in greeting and talking to her for a few minutes, Mom rose and seizing me by the prick, led me to her room, giggling at the look on her sister's face. Dad and Isabel only arrived Monday afternoon; I was out at the time and didn't see them until dinner. It proved to be an awkward meal, all of us uneasy, worried about how we'd all react to the events of the weekend. Isabel especially looked bad, and was unwilling to look me in the eye. As soon as dinner ended she rushed from the table, sobs following her hasty retreat to her room. "Go talk to your sister, son," Dad instructed, "I think she's going to need you tonight." At first she wouldn't open the door to my insistent knocking, but then finally relented and I entered to see a forlorn and tear streaked face. "Izzie, what's wrong honey? Are you okay?" "Oh Jimmy," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry, oh so sorry. I'm just a fucking little slut, I don't deserve you," she continued, throwing herself into my arms. "I wanted you to be my first, I promised you, and then I let Dad fuck me, I let him put his big cock in me." "But what's wrong with that? Don't worry; I can be your second, Dad and I both love you." "You don't mind?" "I wanted to be your first, but if any one was going to go before me I guess its good it was Dad. So, tell me, did you like it, do you like it when a big heavy prick slips into your cunt, when it slams into you." "I fought him Jimmy. He surprised me when he got into my sleeping bag after I had gone to bed. I never thought of Dad as a potential lover; I'd never want to hurt Mum. He was naked, he was so strong, oh so strong, Jimmy I couldn't stop him. He forced my thighs wide and then jammed it in so hard, I thought he'd split me. It hurt Jimmy, it hurt a lot and then he moved it in me, back and forth, like a piston, never stopping. Oh it was wrong Jimmy, but I couldn't help it, my cunt was wet, I loved the feel of it and I started yelling 'Yes Daddy, yes fuck me Daddy, oh yes give me your big cock, harder Daddy, harder, more, more...'. I think I'm a slut; I'm no better than a common prostitute. You'll never want me now." I quickly pulled my shirt and pants off and advancing on her with my erect penis in hand I laughingly asked, "You don't think you're going to get away without feeling this guy, do you. He's hungry for you; he's been waiting since Christmas to enter your sweet cunt. Every girl he's fucked in the last five months has just been practice for you." Grabbing her head and pulling her close I whispered, "I love you Isabel, I love you more than anyone or anything, forever." Our hunger for each other was voracious and we attacked the other like mindless animals, biting, scratching, licking and finally penetrating, our shouts and groans shaking the walls. With her legs clenched around my back I pounded into her, each long, hard stroke met by raised hips, a clenching cunt that grabbed and held before releasing me for the next stroke and a deep guttural cry that rose from her depths. Like Mom, her smell was like an aphrodisiac to me, triggering a chemical reaction that rose from my balls into my shaft, seeming to make me harder, fatter and longer than ever before. "JJJJJJJiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyy," her cry sprang out of her as we both came explosively, our bodies tremors seeming to make even the foundations of the house tremble. We rested, eyeing each other warily, perhaps stunned by the effect we so easily induced in the other; but soon resumed, my phallus inflamed, incapable of stopping; her red haired pussy forever open to his large purple head. Seemingly insatiable, we continued til dawn, our two bodies now working as one. Mom woke us at one in the afternoon, with a tray of food in her hands and a big smile on her face. "So my little daughter, did you enjoy your big brother? Are you happy with your introduction to sex?" "Oh Mummy, I'm so happy, I love you all so much," she cried, hugging and kissing her mother. Watching the two together, a feeling of elation spread over me, recognizing these two beautiful women were mine forever. I knew their bodies would always welcome me, their pussies always waiting to bathe my manhood in their juices. That afternoon she swallowed me for the first time, eagerly sucking me while my tongue lapped happily in her pinkness, licking and lifting her trembling clit. Her ass was still virgin; wanting to save something for me she had insisted that Dad leave that entrance alone. As I pushed my lubricated member slowly but insistently up that dark tight route, she winced in pain but insisted I go on, her body stretching mightily to accept my size. My tentative strokes slowly got me implanted half way, and then, one final powerful heave and I was there, completely buried, her sharp bawl of pain soon replaced by yips of pleasure as my hands manipulated her wet pussy while I stroked powerfully. After more hours of continual penetration, we slept again, sleeping right through to the following morning. I decided that I would take Penny Wednesday night, I wanted to finally make our circle complete, our family at last united, ready for the sexual future we all craved. When I entered the dining room that night and saw the other four already seated, I simply approached my lovely Aunt and lifted her from her seat and then stripped her in seconds and bent her over the table. With one hand urgently exploring between her legs, I used the other to quickly release my stiffening prick. "Jimmy, no, not here, not like this. Wait, please wait," she wailed, but as my shaft filled her she let out a long whimper of pure joy, of unadulterated need. She was spending almost immediately, the frustration she had felt over the last five days finally allayed, my hardness answering her deepest desire. As we fucked, we could both see Mom, Dad and Sis watching us, their smiles encouraging each pump of my cock, each of Aunts moans. The dinner plates shaking loudly on the table echoed each lunge, an invisible audience applauding our movements. After being filled with my rich cream, she slid from the table to the floor, made dizzy and disoriented by my attentions. Motioning Dad over, I told him to fuck her ass hard while she sucked my prick. We soon were working in unison, both of us thrusting together, each of Dad's deep strokes eliciting a deep groan from Aunt, a groan that my cockhead felt as it passed through her stuffed throat. Finished, panting hard, we heard Mom, Mom demanding that her big son fuck her while her husband took her ass. "Hurry, I want to feel my two boys in me, I want cock," she challenged, "big, hard, fat Flaherty pricks." Her little body was soon engulfed, engorged, it was a wonder my tiny Mom could take us so easily, reveling in our teamwork. Finally we moved to Izzie, the least experienced but somehow the hungriest, forcing her Dad and Brother to new heights, sucking the last drops of cum from our bodies. The five of us woke the next morning, all naked, all of us in one bed, our future destiny secured. Whatever happened in the future, whatever changes occurred, we knew that we would always have the others to make love to, nothing could alter our love. We spent the summer building our new house, Dad, Sis and I full time, Mom and Pen joining us weekends and holidays. Our days of hard physical labor and our nights of wild sex made for the happiest times of all our lives. That house we built is forever imbued with our sexual union, every room christened by our sexual juices. Summer 2004, The Farm: I told the above story to Scouries this Summer; I hoped he would write it and publish it, maybe allowing others to understand our way of life. In the last ten years many things have happened to the family, the following is a quick update on where our roads have led. A year after our summer of construction, Mom and Pen both quit their Pittsburgh jobs, transferring to jobs in our rural county, Mom on the County Board of Education, and Pen as Head Librarian in the nearest town. Dad after finishing his latest large project followed just month's later, content to open his own Engineering Consultancy operating from home. With the money Dad had inherited, large profits from the tech stock boom of the nineties, and the money from the sale of our Pittsburgh house, our family was rich, all our foreseeable financial needs already met. During the Christmas 1997 holidays, Aunt Pen had the first of what have become three beautiful daughters. The girls are now 6, 4 and 2 years old and are loved by all of us. The girls all carry the Flaherty genes but whether it was Dad or I who supplied them is unknown, although Mom and Isabel claim that their smell and taste point to I as father. During the Summer of 1998, Mrs. Church's husband died and we soon invited the young widow to join our group. With Mom and Aunt Pen working and a house to run and children to be cared for, we all felt she would become an essential ingredient to a happy home. Susie and Claire were 13 and 12 when they arrived and now in 2004 Susie at nineteen has just finished first year at Penn State. Dad introduced her to our circle last summer, deflowering her on her birthday. It was a joy for Dad and I to later relive with Susie the night we spent with her Mother so many years ago. Claire turned 18 this summer and it was my hard shaft that welcomed her into womanhood. After I had broken through her hymen, spilling her blood while her body accepted me deeply, I got Dad and Scouries (who was then visiting) to join me and as the three of us filled her cunt and mouth and ass, the rest of the family watched, all happy for her passage into womanhood. We don't know if the two sisters will return to us when they finish University, but we all hope so. I'd love to see their belly's distended with another generation of Flaherty's, but only time will tell. Isabel went to NYU in the fall of 1995. She loved her five ensuing years in the 'Big Apple', sampling all that that great city can offer. She slept with many men while there, her acceptance of her large sexual appetite allowing her to enjoy herself guilt free. And yet, whenever she returned, her hunger for Dad and I seemed to have grown, and she would ride our rampant pricks through each holiday, insatiable, seeming to want to fuck each of us enough to carry her over the next term. Often, hungry for us, she would fly in for a day or a weekends fucking and then disappear back to school. Graduating first in her class and in great demand among the biggest Architect firms in the country, she instead chose home, Dad and I, and set out to create a private house design practice from the farm. She has quickly succeeded, with a practice that is growing and is now designing homes for the elite of Pennsylvania. The summer of 2002 Izzie had her first child, Samantha, the daughter of a man she chose expressly for the purpose, a New Yorker who will never know he fathered her child. I had graduated in the spring of 1998, and with my honors degree in engineering, had decided to join Dad in his growing Consulting business. And with me came Sophie Morris, my future wife and mother of my children. I had only met Sophie three months earlier, late in February of my last term at Penn State. I met her by chance, happening to stand behind her and two friends in a lunch line at one of the school cafeterias. I simply followed the threesome to their table and sat down at the fourth seat uninvited. "Yes?" this ravishing beauty asked. "Are you lost?" "Hi girls. No, no, I'm not lost, but I know that often there's a shortage of tables and seats here so I didn't want to take a whole table to myself. Do you go to PSU? You don't look familiar to me. You're a maintenance woman, right?" I guessed, having noticed specks of paint in her hair and on her weird black clothes. "I'll bet you're a punk rock, maintenance painter, probably stoned," I finished smiling, pleased at my powers of deduction. "Don't, please don't tell me you're a fucking engineer. Dear God, not another," she ended. "So you did recognize me," I exclaimed. "Jimmy 'Two' Flaherty at your service ma'am, and as you so cleverly surmised, I am studying to become an engineer." Our conversation continued, but not eagerly on the part of the girls, all of whom turned out to be fine arts students. Finally, Sophie reluctantly introduced herself, and I learned she was in last year and was a painter. "Aha, so, I was pretty close in my guess, Miss Morris; you are a painter. And I wonder if you could you tell me if there happens to be any man, or woman, or any other primate that would stop you from marrying me and bearing my children." This line turned out to be somewhat unwelcome that early in our relationship and the three left the cafeteria less than impressed with me. But I was smitten by this beautiful bundle of energy and immediately set out to find everything I could about her. Fifty phone calls later, having called everyone on campus I knew who might know her I had learned enough to plan a line of attack. Everyone seemed to know of her, she was almost a legend after four years in Happy Valley. It was a mystery that our paths had never crossed, as the stories I heard placed her in places and parties I had been at. She was either described as a 'brilliant painter and woman' or as 'that bitch'; the later often the view of the male sex. However I did hear enough of some of her wild sexual escapades to infer that she was attracted to men and seemed to go through them at an alarming rate. A week later, I entered a small atelier under the eaves of the Fine Arts building, a place I had been told was her favorite work space during the afternoons, somehow the fall of light in the room was perfect for her painting. "This is a private workspace," I heard, challenged before I got five feet into the room. "So this isn't Professor Smyth's Quantum Mechanics 433," I said smiling. "No, you idi.., oh, it's you again," she groaned, finally recognizing me. "What do they say, 'If the mountain won't come to Buddha, Buddha's got to go hit the road' or something. Actually Miss Morris, I'm here for my posing assignment. I was told you needed a model today, and voila, here I am." "I'm painting a still-life, that vase over there," she grumbled pointing. "I hate to give you a hard time Miss Morris, but after four years I would have thought you would have mastered vases and be ready for something alive. I think even I, a lowly engineer could paint that vase. Let me see what you've done so far," I said moving over to look at her work. "Yes, I'll grant you, that is a very good picture of a red vase; but is it museum quality? Paint me Miss Morris, please, paint me," I finished. "Take off your clothes," she demanded. "I thought maybe a more elegant picture, I standing nobly in front of the window," I protested. Grabbing a drawing pad and pencils, she pointed to the platform and said, "Naked, now!" It was only as I pulled my shirt off that I saw the first glimmer of interest in her shining eyes and as my pants fell I couldn't help but hear her sharp intake of breath. She worked quickly, making simple line drawings of me from various angles, issuing terse posing instructions to me as she worked; her concentration fierce. My penis through all this had been at half mast, hanging down, but awake and watching. As she turned away for a minute I willed him erect and as she turned she gasped loudly, his tumescence startling her. The Flaherty Family Recovering, she giggled and then said, "I don't get a lot of chances to draw erect pricks, male models are discouraged from getting a hard on in front of the class." Slowly approaching her I answered, "Sophie, I don't believe you don't get to see a lot of hard cock. In fact, my guess you've been hardening pricks since you were in high school. Look at him Sophie, he wants to fuck you, and he wants your lips wrapped around his head so bad he's leaking." Taking me softly into her hand she protested, "I don't fuck models and I definitely don't fuck engineers," but her increasingly insistent caresses proved her true feelings. "Its time you posed for me," I whispered urgently, rapidly stripping her, exposing her ripe body to my eyes. "God, you're beautiful," I murmured, pulling her into my arms, my hardness trapped between our stomachs, the tremors in her body indicating her urgent hunger to be penetrated. As I lifted her on to him, she gasped as my head slipped in and then groaned deeply as I plunged to her depths. "Don't talk Jimmy, please. Just fuck me! I need your big fat cock so fucking bad. Yes, engineer, use that big tool on me, yes, yes just like that. Drill me Jimmy. Drill little Sophie! Keep drilling til you hit oil baby. Oh fuck baby, yeeeeessss. Jesus H Christ, you fill me, oh so good, so, so fucking well." After throwing her back onto the bare wooden platform, I commenced to fuck her hard, harder than I had rammed into any woman, and her sounds quickly turned to gibberish and deep wails of pleasure. As our orgasms spasmed through our bodies, both of us were eerily aware of the others innermost feelings. I think we both knew in those seconds of fulfillment that we were meant for each other, that our future was one. For the rest of term we lived together, the sex between us always fantastic. I took her to the farm for a weekend in early April, but wasn't prepared to expose our romance to my family's secrets. Driving back to Happy Valley I proposed, her acceptance of me signaled by a fifty mile blow job. We arranged for a May 7th wedding on the farm, only three days after our graduation ceremony. Sweet Sophie had almost no family to speak of; she was an only child raised by an elderly maiden Aunt after her parent's death in an accident when she was a child. The wedding was to be small, our family, Sophie's aunt and maybe thirty friends from school. Mom and Aunt Pen were organizing the whole thing, but as we planned the day there was an overhanging fear of how Sophie would react to our reality. I finally decided it just had to be done and we'd see how the unsuspecting girl would react. The day dawned sunny and clear, and I hoped this would be a good omen for what was to come. My bride glowed in her white gown, her beauty almost breathtaking. After a one o'clock ceremony we all spent the afternoon and early evening eating and drinking and dancing, the last guest only leaving around nine. As Sophie and I stood happy in our new bedroom I finally whispered softly, "I'm sorry sweetie, but I had to do it this way," and walked toward the door. "What? What do you mean?" she asked, befuddled at my actions but then saw Dad, naked and erect, enter and approach her. "Jimmy, Jimmy," I heard as I left, "What the fuck is going on? Jiiiimmmmyy, pleeeeeeease, no!" she wailed. As I lay naked between my Mom and Isabel, Sophie's cries of anger and hate shook the house, her despair shaking us all to our very cores. Eventually Dad's skill and size brought cries of passion from Sophie, her hungry body unable to resist a hard insistent cock; but I knew that she was still likely to pack and leave in the morning and I regretted my rash choice of introducing her to our practices so harshly, so coldly. Dad left her sleeping deeply at three in the morning, and returned to us bruised and scratched, unsure of his actions. "I don't know son. She's not happy with you or me." When Sophie woke at nine the next morning, she was curled in my arms, my hard penis sliding deep into her. "No, please Mr. Flaherty," she started, but seeing me she exploded into rage. "You cocksucker, you bastard, you fucking prick cocksucker," she started, "I'll kill you mother fucker." Then laughing she said, "Fuck, you are a mother fucker, that's probably not even an insult to you backwoods losers. I'm leaving Jimmy, just get the fuck off me and drive me to the airport. I'm going now." Holding her easily with my strong hands, I let my penis bend her resisting but hot body to my will, her cunt finally unable to resist my strokes, her juices welcoming his size, his thrusts. As I lay on her afterward, my semi limp prick still in her I talked, "I love you Sophie; I never lied to you there. I know, I know, I should have told you, prepared you, but until you saw it and felt it, I knew you would never understand." "But it's true? You and your Dad fuck your Mom? Your Aunt? Your Sister? You think I'd ever want to join you? Never! Never!" she wailed. "Yes we do. We love each other. I've fucked many, many women Sophie but it's only with Mom, Sis, Pen and you that I feel love. Sex without love can't compare with what you give, what Isabel gives me. I love you Sophie but yes, pure and simple, you're going to have to share me if you want me, if you want to stay. Please, Sophie, before you walk out, think about your life, about what you really want." After I left we gave her a time to think before we sent Isabel in to try and convince her to stay. "Thanks Iz, thanks for the warning, thanks for telling me you were fucking my groom!" "Aw, shut up. What about me? The man I love most in the world brings in a new woman, leaving me where? You like Jimmy, don't you? But you've only known him three months. I've known him and loved him all my life. I love the feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him, Christ, everything. Fuck off if you want but don't come crying to me." "Fuck you! It's not every bride that gets raped by her father on her wedding night! This is not ordinary behavior Iz." "No, OK, maybe not. But before you walk out the front door, just think a bit. I've spent the last three years in New York and I've tried a lot of men. I didn't particularly want to spend my whole life with Dad and Jim. But you know what? I've never come close to the feelings I have with Dad and Jimmy with any other man – it's not even close. I love them Sophie and I love being fucked by them. Have you ever felt anything like you feel with Jimmy with any other man? If not, you better consider the future without him. How was Dad anyway?" "Screw you! Yes, okay, your Dad can make love, he can really fuck. He's not Jimmy but he's damn close." "And you're going to walk away from the two best lovers you've ever had?" "But I just can't cave in to those bastards. If I do they'll always have the upper hand." "So, you're a big girl. Make them pay, make them suffer a bit." Sophie thought for minutes and then started talking excitedly, asking questions of Isabel and then explaining her plan. "That might just work Sophie," she laughed, "Yes my new sister, I think that would be perfect." Isabel returned to the rest of the family, announcing excitedly that Sophie might stay but had demands. After whispering to Mom and Pen for a few minutes she announced we should all get naked. Sophie entered, likewise naked and hugged all the other girls in turn before turning to Dad and I. "I'm really, really pissed off at you two," she started, "but Iz convinced me to stay, as long as you two suffer a little bit." "Sweetie, no one has to suffer," Dad started before Sophie cut him off. "Listen Dad, you just raped your new daughter. You also once upon a time raped Pen and your daughter. It is time you got a little something back." As she talked all the woman were shaking their heads in agreement and Dad quickly understood he better go along meekly. "OK Sophie darling, what do you want me to do?" "I want you to give Jimmy a blow job while Jimmy's sucking your fat cock." "What?" we both yelled, before Dad added "No prick is going to enter these lips. Ever!" Against the combined pressure of the four we were bound to finally capitulate, although Dad argued til he was blue in the face, at last agreeing but promising that the two of us were going to double fuck each of the four of them afterwards. For me, growing up in the nineties the idea of two men together wasn't that big a deal, but for Dad it was clearly a challenge to his manhood. Why a man sleeping with and satisfying seven women would be threatened wasn't clear, but he was. For me it was the first and so far only time a man has blown me and the only time I've sucked a cock, but I suffered through the humiliation gallantly, knowing Sophie was worth just about anything. Although we never admitted it, both Dad and I learned something from the exercise; we now knew what our women were feeling as they gobbled us and I know I enjoyed the touch of a woman's lips much more from that day forward. Sophie, of course stayed, and is now the Mother of my two children, a boy five (Jimmy Three), and a girl two. With the seven adult women, Dad and I, and the so far six children, our family is happy, loving and content. If the two Church girls return, we will need another man and are discreetly looking for a candidate, maybe one of the two will find someone. We don't feel the need to defend ourselves; our actions and love are enough for us. We know others are struggling with these urges, these feelings and we hope someday they find what we already have. Good luck.