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The Wounded Hawthorne Family

By: The Wounded Hawthorne Family



Julie picked up my boxers which were lying uncharacteristically on the floor near the bed and held them up like a piece of evidence, "Is that all that happened?"

"No"

"What else?" 

At this moment, I noticed a strange light in Julie's eyes.

"I....uh...I...masturbated her ....uh... I.... I brought her off with my fingers --- only."

"But she did touch you." Julie said again holding up my shorts. 

"Yes. She wanted to."

"She had an orgasm? You're sure?" 

"Yes, I'm sure." I could see now that with each answer, Julie was becoming increasingly shaken

"Was ... was she wet?" Julie nearly whispered

"Yes Julie, she was. -- Very wet -- incredibly wet."

My incredulous wife reached out for my hand then. She lifted it, then looked at it for a long moment, swallowing hard, before bringing it hesitantly up to her face. Her eyes closed as she sniffed at my fingers detecting Lizzie's fresh presence.

"Oh my God." Julie cried, immediately dropping my hand. Her breathing became labored and she actually had to steady herself with the bedpost.

"Julie? Are you ok?" She suddenly looked pale and terror stricken 

"I....Oh my God.....I'm nauseous." 

My wife rushed to the bathroom with me close on her heels. She hovered unsteadily near the toilet with a hand over her mouth. My heart was pounding. I was worried about Julie, but was also considering what Elizabeth and I had done. Was this the end of our marriage?

My wife suddenly turned quickly into my arms and began to cry. She was nearly hysterical. She began to beat on my chest with her fists and I searched my mind for some sort of apology or words that might stop her from leaving me. But Julie looked up into my eyes intensely and as if she were searching for a way to tell me something. 

"What? What is it Julie?" I held her close as her tears fell on my chest and shoulders

"Oh Paul," She sobbed, "What kind of mother am I?"

"What is it? Tell me." 

In a moment she stopped crying, but she seemed lost "I don't . . . I don't know what to feel. I don't know what I'm feeling. I should hate you. I should hate one of you... BOTH of you." She began to sob again, "But...but I love you. Of course I love you and ... and " She stopped and tried to move away from me but I wouldn't let her. " Oh my God, I'm sick. I should want to hang you upside down by your balls. I should want to throw her out of our house, something, but I don't. Instead, the idea of Lizzie ... OUR LIZZIE ... cumming on your fingers or . . . or on your tongue ....or even ... even .....Oh God it excited me...... it ALL excites me. What is WRONG with me??" 

My wife began to sob heavily once more as I tried to think of something to say. We had always had a wonderful sex life, filled with variety and spice, even a good amount of kink, but always devoid of guilt. I tried to rationalize it. "Nothing is wrong with you Julie. Look, it excited me and Lizzie too. It's just fantasy."

"It's not fantasy, Paul. Not anymore. You two crossed the line. You had sex with her. I've crossed the line too. I'm AROUSED by ... by something that REALLY happened.

"Oh Julie, we didn't have sex ....uh.......well I guess we did. But... but it isn't as though I molested her or something. We were just fooling around a little. I mean she came on pretty strong Julie. Besides, she is eighteen. She's old enough to make her own decisions." 

I realized even as I said this that I was trying to rationalize my own actions. My wife saw this immediately as well. She wiped the tears from her eyes and was suddenly serious. 

"Did you know what you wanted at eighteen?"

Now she had me almost as frantic as she was.

"No, but then I'm not sure anybody ever really knows what they want. Oh Julie, you've got to know that I'd kill myself before I'd hurt Lizzie."

"I know. I know." She said more slowly now. "But we have to talk about this. I have to talk with Elizabeth too. Paul, promise me you won't go any further with this. I just know I couldn't handle anymore right now."

"Ok...ok, of course. I promise."

The rest of the day past without incident, although I did find myself turning the events over again in my mind. Then, perhaps unlike toady's ordinary families, we proceeded to have dinner around the kitchen table. It was nice to have my whole family in one place with all the kids home for the summer. Gwendolyn talked about how the research on her master's thesis was going. Chris was happy about a microbiology project that he was sure would blow his professors away in the fall, and Lizzie went on about the recent scholarship that she had won for music. 

I looked over my children. I had every reason to be proud. They were all good. They had always done exceptionally well in school. They were all very attractive and fit and our family was close and happy. Yet, even as I looked at them with pride in my heart, something glared back at me that I had never really noticed before. Now memories swirled in my head and began to bother me.

In a few moments, I was moved to say something.

"Um ... I was just noticing something," I said when there was a lull. "You guys don't have a lot of ...friends... do you?"

There was a sudden, sharp silence around the table, almost as if the family had been stunned by the question. I simply couldn't remember any of my kids having deep, lasting friendships. Oh they were fine kids, just not very social and I wondered why. 

"We have friends Daddy." offered Gwendolyn.

"Yeah Dad I've got friends at school" said Chris.

"Maybe I'm wrong then," I responded, "Maybe I just don't remember. Gwen, who did you take to your senior prom?" I didn't want to put my kids on the spot, but I really felt that I needed to ask these questions.

"You know that Jon took me Dad." 

Jonathan was our first child. He was senselessly murdered during his third year of college four years ago. A man became enraged after Jonathan cut him off in traffic, pulled a gun and shot him. I tried my best to shield my family from this event and the trial that followed, but it was hard. Thankfully, the whole thing happened in another state. In the years that followed, my family had recovered well.

Or so I thought.

"How did it feel to have your older brother as your prom date. Weren't you embarrassed?"

"No. It felt fine. I loved Jon with all my heart. I ... I still do."

"How about you Chris? Who did you take to your prom?"

"Lizzie." Chris said, smiling at his little sister, then reaching over to take her hand into his own.

"...And Lizzie, you went with Chris again to your senior prom didn't you?"

"What are you getting at Dad?" Gwendolyn asked, now a little defensive.

"Well, I don't know. It just seems to me that none of you guys have ever dated much or had a whole lot of friends. I mean, I know we live way out here in the boondocks and I know that Lambert wasn't the biggest high school in the world, but I can't really remember you guys bringing friends over here. I know I've always been pretty busy, but I can't seem to remember you girls bringing home guys for me to meet and Chris, I can't remember you bringing home any girls either. I'm just wondering about it."

"That's not true Dad," objected Chris. "Remember that Stephanie ...um ... what's her name I used to date?"

"Oh Chris, you mean that girl you went out with for three weeks when you were like fifteen?"

My wife jumped in, "You know it's true, I don't remember any slumber parties or anything at all after ... well ... after Jonathan...."

Now Gwendolyn really was on the defensive "Alright, alright so were not the biggest social butterflies. What's the big deal? The kids over at Lambert were either idiots or jerks. We didn't like them and they didn't like us. OK?!"

"Yeah," agreed Lizzie, "We were just brains or geeks or goody-two-shoes to them. Besides, we've always been happy with each others company." She said looking at Chris, squeezing his hand once more.

"You and Mom aren't the king and queen of popularity either Dad." Gwendolyn sneered. She was angry and clearly close to tears now. 

"No we're not Gwen -- I know. I'm sorry. I was just .... What's is it honey?"

"I miss Jon!" she cried and ran from the room. 

Julie followed after her as my other two children stared at me in silence. 

"I'm sorry." I said to them.

"We know Dad," said Lizzie. "She just really misses Jon. Sometimes Chris and I just aren't enough." 

"Aren't enough? What does that mean?"

Elizabeth sighed heavily, "God Daddy, why does everybody have to be so uptight? Why can't we all just let it out and relax?" My daughter then rose from the table and began to pull at her brother's hand. "C'mon Chris, let's go have some fun." 

Chris coughed and laughed a sudden nervous laugh, his eyes darting to me. "Uh .... That's ok Lizzie. I uh......I gottta work on my project" 

"Fine." Lizzie sighed heavily once more. She dropped her brother's hand and grabbed mine. "C'mon Daddy, let's go snuggle." 

Now Chris was suddenly angry. "No Lizzie!" He got up from the table and started pulling Elizabeth away. "Let's go."

"Noooo." Elizabeth whined, "I wanna snuggle with Daddy."

"What's going on here?" I demanded.

"Nothing Dad," Chris replied quickly, pulling his sister away and starting her down the hallway. "I just need to talk to Lizzie."

I was left alone at the kitchen table to consider the things I had just witnessed. On the surface, they seemed totally innocent, but when viewed in the context of the last twenty-four hours, these things seemed to overflow with unspeakable possibility. It all made me question what I ordinarily might have seen as normal. 

It was normal that Gwen should have run from the table in a sudden surge of grief over her older brother, who had tragically died so early in his life. His senseless death had hit us all pretty hard, especially his mother. It's a bitter thing to lose one of your own children. But even Julie's reaction to Jonathan's death paled when compared to Gwendolyn's. She had been nearly inconsolable for almost a full year afterward and we were often really quite concerned that she may try to take her own life. Gwen and Jon were as close as a brother and sister could be. But as I looked back, I began to wonder about the limitations of that closeness. I remembered Jon then. 

My oldest son Jonathan had not only been a good and fit and kind young man, he was also brilliant. He was by far the brightest of my children, all of whom are very bright. His abilities in chemistry and mathematics astounded his teachers. As a mere sophomore in high school he wrote a paper on polymers that gained him high praise from more than a few important people the world of chemistry and assured his place at the most highly regarded universities in the world. 

Jonathan was also a loner. He was a very driven young man. His mind was consumed with math and chemical equations. He was attractive and I saw to it that he developed his body as well as his mind, but Jon, it seemed, had always had real problems with his kids his own age. As time went by, he simply ignored the kids around him and concentrated almost entirely on his science projects and the equations that swirled in his head.

Then there was Gwendolyn.

My oldest daughter was a year younger than Jonathan and for as far back as I could remember, idolized him. Like her brother, Gwen could be a little too serious at times, but they adored each other. I was just now beginning to see how deeply Jon felt for Gwen and vice versa. If they were at home, She was always with him. In fact, Julie and I used to call Gwendolyn "Jon's lab assistant". If they weren't helping each other with schoolwork, or in the makeshift chemistry lab Jonathan had built, Gwen would be in Jon's room just talking or playing. 

As I looked back, I began to wonder if we should have done things differently as parents. My wife and I were always very dedicated to our careers. We've both worked very hard to provide our children with anything they might need. Then, during the eighties we made a few good investments so that now, any dream they might have was within their reach. But even with all our success, it was beginning to become clear to me that our work habits may have left us out of touch with our home life. I could see now that there were definite gaps in what I knew about my own children.

I got up from the table and began to clean up the kitchen. I was putting the butter back into the fridge when I heard the mumbling nearby. I walked over to the intercom unit and stared down at the little red diode below the label that read "Chris' Room". 

When the kids were younger, I wanted the ability to call or communicate with them without wrecking my throat or forming a search party; ours is a very large country house surrounded by acres of woodland. I had a system of intercoms installed throughout the house. All I had to do now was push a button and my kids would hear me calling. I even had a couple of loud speakers installed outside so that I could call them if they were by the pond or out in the woods near our home. These intercoms operated both ways and if one was left on, anybody who had another one on could hear the conversations from that room.

Chris and Lizzie must not have realized that the intercom was on. The mumbling on the intercom was barely intelligible. I looked at the volume knob for just a moment. Usually I respect my children's privacy and ordinarily I would have just turned the thing off, but at that moment I thought it was imperative to know about everything that was happening in my house. Hesitantly, I turned up the volume to listen in on my son and daughter.

"Come on ... I haven't done it in like a week." Lizzie said. It sounded like a plea. "I had a pretty good one this morning, but you and Mom came home before..." Her words were garbled and I heard rustling.

Then I heard Chris's voice. It was almost a whisper. "Damn Lizzie..... they're right there in the other room ...Quit....Please Lizzie, it hasn't been a week, it's only been like two days. C'mon Lizzie, you know we have rules about this. Come to my room later on tonight. Gwen and I will give you all that you can handle."

My heart was in my throat. Was it possible that my children were talking about what I imagined? 

"Please .... Just a quick one. No one'll come."

"Alright...alright...Ok .... But you've got to be quiet this time alright?"

"Ok, I'll try" Elizabeth giggled

There was a rustling, a shuffling, an unzipping, then a hand was on my shoulder and I nearly jumped out of my skin. 

"What's up?" Julie asked, coming back from her talk with Gwen.

"Nothing." I replied immediately. For a moment, my mind raced and I looked back at the intercom unit, wondering if I could turn it down or off without her noticing. But just as quickly, I concluded that I couldn't protect her, that I shouldn't protect her. She had to know. If this was really happening, she had to know. It had to come out into the open.

I brought my arm around her shoulder. "This is Chris' Room," I announced, "He's in there with Elizabeth." I turned up the volume a little more and was silent as we listened to the intercom together.

For a minute or so, there was nothing, just the rustle of cloth and an occasional smack sounding like a kiss. My wife looked up at me. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'So?'. Then we began to hear it; the unmistakable sighs, light moans, and deep breathing of sex. Julie's gaze shot back to the intercom unit and she stared at it for a moment, listening closely, defining it's reality.

"Oooo that's good." Elizabeth sighed. "Yeah, right there."

There was more smacking.

"Oh ...oh....oh ... oh yeah...yeah lick me ...so good."

Julie jumped up and moved towards the hallway and the bedrooms, her eyes were wide, her face blushing red. "We've got to stop them!" she cried

"Wait Julie, hold on." I said holding her, trying to calm her.

Julie tried to tear herself away from my grasp, "Let me go! We have to stop them! We can't let this happen this time."

"I agree Julie. Look." I pressed the button on the intercom below Chris's label and spoke to them from the kitchen.

"Chris? Lizzie?" I said calmly, "Stop what you're doing, put your clothes on and come to the kitchen. We need to talk."

On the intercom, there was dead silence for about 20 seconds. I was about to push the button again when Chris's voice was heard, "Uh ... ok Dad ... be right there." 

I turned the intercom off and looked at my wife. Her expression was just as grave as mine must have been. 

"What are we going to do Paul? Punish them?"

"We have to be calm Julie. I've been half suspecting something like this. Let's just see what they say." 

"You knew about this?" She asked quickly, "How long?"

"No, I suspected, but only since this morning when Lizzie ... and I..."

My wife looked down, blushing deeply once more.

Chris and Lizzie came into the kitchen and stood silently before the table. Chris looked worried, while Lizzie just seemed angry. I was surprised to see Gwendolyn behind them. She took her place in front of them, with a serious expression on her face.

"Gwen, why don't you go to your room sweetie." said Julie, "Your father and I need to talk to Chris and Lizzie."

"No Mom, this is all kind of my fault."

My eyes widened at this response.

Everything was silent for a moment, while I tried to think of a way to begin asking my children about their incestuous sex lives. I took a deep breath and was about to begin, when Gwen took control, rendering her mother and me temporarily speechless.

"Ok," she said seriously, "You two must have a lot of questions. Let's all go into the den. I think you should sit down for all this"

Somewhat dazed by the events of the last five minutes, Julie and I allowed our eldest daughter to lead us into the den where everyone but Gwen took a seat.

Almost immediately Gwen began. "Well let me start off by saying that both Lizzie and I are on the pill, and we are both very careful, so you shouldn't worry about pregnancy, I don't think it will ever be a problem. You must also be wondering how long this has been going on. Well I'll tell you now. Actually, I'm glad this is coming out. I've been trying to come up with a way to tell you guys for a while." 

Julie opened her mouth to say something, but Gwendolyn raised her hand.

"Please mom, I can imagine how you must feel right now, but let me tell you everything first ok?"

Julie sat silently once more.

"Ok. Your first question would be how long has this been going on. Well the answer is six years. 

Good God, Six years, that would mean that Elizabeth was .... Oh my God.

"When Jon was in elementary school, he had a terrible time. He did great in school, but he never fit in with anyone."

I could see my wife nodding slowly in agreement as she remembered the enormous difficulty Jonathan had as an exceptional child. 

"Being only a grade behind him, I always saw what Jon was going through first hand. Over time, I became his best and only friend and by the time we reached junior high, I began to see the other children as.... Well ...as unworthy of Jon and me. If they wanted to reject Jon out of hand, so be it, I wouldn't be their friend either. Well that was just fine with the other kids and soon Jon and I were seen as a kind of ... odd pair. Now, I don't believe that we were really all that different from the other kids around us, but after a while, I just wanted to be with Jon more than just about anybody. I was just more comfortable that way. I saw the side of him that the other kids didn't. He was sweet and funny and tender and...."

Julie moved to console Gwen, but again our daughter raised her hand.

"No Mom, please. I have to tell you." Gwen took a deep breath and began again. 


The Wounded Hawthorne Family



"Now Everett is a small town and the same kids that we went to elementary school with, followed us up into junior high and then into Lambert. When Chris and Lizzie followed us, Jon and I were as fiercely protective of them as we had been of each other. Soon we Hawthorne kids were like a clique all to ourselves. The teachers liked us I guess, but even some of them looked at us as if we were a little strange. "

"When Jon left for college, things didn't change much. Chris, Lizzie and I had lunch together and studied together. We didn't join clubs or socialize all that much. I dated a few times, but they were all total disasters. So we just stuck together -- just studied and got good grades. It never really bothered us that we weren't popular. When we were at home, we'd play together. Being teenagers and curious about sex, we all played together that way too. Nothing heavy, just small stuff. But slowly, it started to grow." 

"Then came my senior prom. A few guys asked me out, but I didn't want to go with anyone but Jonathan. Jon and I had been writing to each other constantly and I missed him terribly. He knew about the prom and flew all the way down from college just to dance with me."

She paused.

"To make a very long story short I lost my virginity to Jon that night and he lost his to me."

Gwendolyn paused again for a moment, took a deep breath then continued.

"After that night, the rumors really started to fly around school. People knew that I had turned down dates to go with Jonathan and now I was snooty, stuck up bitch and the whole Hawthorne family was a clan of weirdoes. I didn't even care for me, but Lizzie and Chris were the ones that really paid for it.

Even so, I realized after that night just how deeply in love I was with Jonathan and I knew that he was in love with me. Even though he was on a full scholarship, he got a part time job in a lab just to earn money so he could fly down to see me once every few weeks. We both knew what we were doing was wrong in the eyes of the rest of the world, but we hated the world for keeping us apart and though we felt very guilty about it, it was still so amazing that we never really thought it was wrong. 

We planned all of our time together. There was a motel room about a hundred miles from here that we began to think of as our own and we even talked about running away together. Of course that was an impossible fantasy and we knew it."

"Then Jon was killed ..."

I could see that Gwendolyn was trying to hold back her tears now, but she again waved her mother away.

"It was very hard for me because I couldn't tell anyone why I was grieving so hard. I couldn't tell anyone, that I had lost both my brother and my only love. "

Gwen sniffed up a tear.

"Well, Chris understood a little I think. Jon and I had kept our secret well, but Chris knew how deeply I cared for Jon. He used to come into my room at night and console me sometimes. Then one night, I was really missing Jon physically and Chris was there --- and I seduced him. It was different with Chris though. I love him of course, but I just wanted to lose myself in sex with Chris and I really didn't care that he was my brother. In fact it made it so much closer and better that he was my bother."

Elizabeth spoke up then.

"Let me finish Gwen."

"Ok Lizzie." said Gwendolyn simply as she finally allowed her mother to come to her side.

"Well I knew, " Elizabeth announced "I knew pretty much the whole time that Gwen was in love with Jon. Even though she never said anything to me about it, I knew. I didn't know that they were doin' it, but I knew they were in love. You just can't hide that kind of thing from your own sister. I didn't really see anything wrong with it though. I just thought it was romantic."

"Then Jon was killed by that stupid man and I saw how much it broke Gwen up to be alone and without him. I lost him too but I knew that she was really in love with him. I wished I could have a love like that. I thought about some of the cute boys at Lambert, but they all seemed so mean and boring and far away to me and I knew that they could never give me what Jon and Gwen had."

"After a while, I started thinking about Chris and wondering if I could get him to love me the way Jon had loved Gwen."

She paused.

"I wondered about you too Daddy...," she said looking at me and then over at her mother, who like me sat in open-mouthed disbelief. 

"Then I began to notice how much more time Chris and Gwen were spending together and I just knew something was up. I thought it was unfair that Gwen was gonna get Chris too. I mean I knew that she had lost Jon and all, but that was unfair ... she couldn't have everyone. I started acting kinda teasey whenever Chris and I were alone and I got real jealous of Gwen sometimes."

Gwendolyn spoke up. "Mom, do you remember that big fight Lizzie and I had about six months ago that lasted for about a week?"

"That was about Chris?" my wife asked, nodding slowly, her voice uneven.

Gwen nodded back and Lizzie continued.

"Well anyway, during that fight I got Gwen to tell me her story about Jon and she admitted that she was doing it with Chris now. It was all so unfair. Here I was still a virgin, and Gwen had already had most of everybody. But even then, she still wouldn't let me have Chris. She told me that she'd get me the pill and that I could only do it after I was eighteen. Well I told her that was ok because I was gonna turn eighteen in the next couple of weeks anyway and I told her that I wanted Chris as my birthday present."

"Oh kids," Their mother cried suddenly "Don't you know how terribly wrong this all is?"

"It's NOT wrong!" Elizabeth declared. "I KNEW you would say it was wrong. That's what Gwen says all the time when she feels guilty -- that it's wrong. But it's not! I LOVE Chris and I love loving Chris and Gwen too. I love everyone HERE, but I don't love ANYONE on the outside. They're all boring and stupid and mean. Making love with Chris and Gwen was the best birthday present anyone could have given me and I wont feel bad 'cause it's NOT WRONG!" 

After her outburst, Lizzie sniffed back a tear of frustration and I looked over at Julie. My wife's eyes were wide and her hand was clasped over her mouth in shock over her youngest daughter's tirade.

"Alright." I said taking command "That's it. This business has to stop. I'm trying hard to understand how all this could have happened in my family, but it all has to stop now."

"DADDY!...." Elizabeth complained

"Elizabeth?" I said in a firm tone that all my children know well. "We need to talk about this and it's important that we do, but there will be no more outbursts like the one I just saw. Understood?"

"But Daddy,...."

"Elizabeth? We have to talk about it and we will -- but calmly -- Ok?"

Lizzie nodded her assent and for the next minute or so the whole family sat silently while I tried to think. 

"Ok." I said taking a breath "There is something wrong here. What you guys have been doing, what Elizabeth and I almost did this morning is not normal. There's something wrong here. And we need to find out what that something is. Now, you guys aren't punished -- Hell I wouldn't even know how to punish you for something like this... Plus you're all adults now."

"Alright, I need to talk with your mother about all this and come up with some sort of plan. I don't think I'm going to consider counseling because I don't want any of this to leave this house. It's our secret. But I need you guys to promise me that this stuff stops right now. No more sex in this house, ok?"

"None?" Chris asked meekly.

"No Christopher. None. You're mother and I are more than a little shaken by this. We need to have a little time to come up with a plan. Now I need you guys to promise me." 

I asked them one by one for that promise.

"Chris?"

"I promise." said Chris.

"Gwen?"

"I...I promise." said Gwen.

"Lizzie?"

Silence

"Elizabeth??"

"I promise." she snapped.

"Ok, now go to your rooms and have a conversation or something -- Just talk -- nothing else, ok? Leave your mother and I alone so we can talk."

Our children shuffled out of the room and down the hallway, but as she was leaving Gwendolyn turned to me.

"Daddy?" she asked, sounding so much like she did when she was a little girl that it almost made me cry. "Are you ashamed of us?"

"No sweetie. I'm not ashamed of you. Please just go on now. Your mother and I have to talk."

Gwen nodded and Julie and I were alone 

Julie looked at me with an expression of both sadness and dismay. "Do you see how this has happened?" she asked.

"Sort of, I guess. It's always amazed me how well they got along together -- hardly ever a fight. I never got along that well with my brothers and sisters. They get along great with us too. I never got along as well with my folks. But this? I never expected anything like this. I don't know. Your insights are usually better than mine are. What do you think?"

"Well," she began, "I think they've all been ... wounded... in some basic way. I think that because of Jonathan they became more and more isolated and distrustful of the outside world. I believe that Jon's murder must have been like a confirmation of their deepest fears about the world of people outside this house. I truly believe that all they're doing right now is running away from that world. But what they'll have to realize is that this can't go on forever. They can't stay with each other in this way indefinitely." 

I smiled sadly. What she said made sense.

"C'mere," I said pulling her close, hugging her and kissing the top of her head "I don't know what I'd do without you. You're very perceptive. All I saw was the sex. In a strange way, the very closeness that has made us a strong family, has hurt us."

Julie sighed, hugging me back tightly. "I don't want us to stop being a close family." 

"No, neither do I. Any suggestions?" I asked.

"Well, I think part of the problem is this house and this town. We might be too isolated here. If what Gwen was saying is true, I think we should consider moving away from Everett to a more populated area."

"Ok." I said, "We'll look into all that. For now though, what I think we need is a good vacation. We haven't had a really good vacation in years."

"Where would we go?"

"Far away. I was thinking the Virgin Islands. Two weeks"

"Oh Paul, I don't know. Our children are having a problem with ....with incest .... Do you really think that having them running around barely clothed on a tropical island for two weeks is going to help matters?"

"Julie, I just made them promise to abstain from sex with each other. But from the way that they all reacted, I don't think they'll be able to keep that promise for very long. On the beach however, we'll all be in the same place -- they won't really be able to do anything without us seeing it and we'll be able to... talk them down, you know ...keep cool heads. Also -- I'm sure there will be plenty of nice looking, also barely clothed young men and women on the beach for them to talk to. We'll make a conscious effort to push them toward these other people." Julie nodded. "Ok, that makes sense. When would we go?"

"How about next week. I can have everything tied up in three or four days and I think it's important that we do this right away. Let's say Thursday?" 

"Ok. I think I can have everything done by Thursday."

My wife and I proceeded to make plans for our upcoming trip. But even as we planned, I was being driven to distraction by the thoughts of what had happened in our house in only the last twenty-four hours. I couldn't stop thinking about how Lizzie had insisted that her incest wasn't wrong. I couldn't stop thinking of my daughter's face as she looked up from kissing and licking at my hardness only this morning. I couldn't stop thinking of Julie's emotional admission that she found the whole idea of incest exciting after she had practically caught Lizzie and me in the act of it. I couldn't stop thinking of the fantastic sex Julie and I had had the night before as she pretended I was HER father. All of these thoughts swirled in my head as we talked until Julie noticed something was wrong and stopped me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"I know that look. What's wrong?"

I paused

"C'mere" I said pulling her over to the sofa and sitting beside her. "Julie, We have to deal with something else."

"What do you mean?"

"Our children aren't the only ones with a problem here."

My wife's eyes suddenly darted about as if she didn't want to look at me.

"Julie, I almost went all the way with Lizzie this morning. I don't like to admit it to myself, but if you guys hadn't come back when you did we might have... we would have.... gone all the way."

Now my wife was looking down and away, blushing red and definitely avoiding my eyes as I continued.

"And even now ... it still excites me ... I'm almost positive Lizzie wouldn't mind, and I have a strong feeling that it still excites you too."

"Yes..." she whispered after a pause, staring away and at nothing, "It does." 

"Why Julie? Why does this excite you? Us? Can you explain all this to me?"

Julie suddenly turned into me, bringing her lips to mine and kissing me hard. "I don't know. I don't know." she whispered urgently kissing me hard again. "Just take me to bed now" she pleaded "Fuck me now. Take me to bed now and fuck me hard. Make me cum. Make me forget myself." "Julie." I said, needing to talk to her "Not now. Don't avoid it. Talk to me."

"After." she whispered, nibbling on my ear. "No more talking right now. After. Come and fuck me. Fuck me now Daddy."

Damn her! Why that word? Why that word now? "Oh God." I groaned.

I hauled her into our bedroom and began ripping off her clothes. Kneeling in front of her as she still stood, I planted a series of wet, passionate kisses all the way from her nipples, down over the slight curve of her belly, down to the delicate lips of her sex. I kissed her there, inhaling deeply, letting her beautiful natural scent wash over my senses. I was about to dive in and bathe myself in her growing wetness when she pulled me back up to my feet and looked in my eyes with an odd passion.

"Take off your clothes Baby, Let me see the body I gave you."

The body she gave me? What was this? I obeyed, my erection springing free in front of me as I stripped down to bare skin. 

"Oh God, My baby is so beautiful." Julie murmured. She gave me a gentle shove, and I sat down hard on our bed. She then dropped to her knees between my legs and took my hardness in her hands, fondling and squeezing it gently, looking at it admiringly it as if she had never seen it before.

"Oh Baby, It's so beautiful....so beautiful and hard for me." she purred. "I know you love Gwen Baby but I love you too. Let me show you. Let me show you how much I love you. I can love you too Jon see...?"

Oh my God. The fantasy had changed, now I was my deceased son Jon. 

This was madness!

I quickly started to lose my erection, but without another word, my wife bent over and closed her lips around me. I watched in stunned awe as she took me in deep and sucked me with more pure soul than she had done in ages. As I gave in to the feeling, Julie slid her hands around and grabbed at my ass, forcing more of me into her mouth, groaning around me, the tight wetness of her throat enveloping me.

"Ohhh God," I moaned, clutching her hair in my clenched fists. "God."

My mind was swirling in a tempest of conflicting emotion. This was not pure pleasure, but instead had some sort of terrible quality that I'll never be able to explain that made my heart hammer in my chest as Julie abandoned herself entirely, sucking me like never before as she lost herself in this incest fantasy. 

Eyes tightly closed, moaning around me, she took one hand away from my ass and reached between her own legs, playing with herself furiously as she took me even deeper. I stared at my prick sliding in and out of her mouth as she bobbed her pretty head up and down over me and watched as she shuddered in orgasm with me in her mouth. 

Then still whimpering in the remnants of her climax and still with her eyes closed, Julie sat on the bed beside me and took my hand in hers.

"Touch me Jon. Feel how hot sucking you has made me." she groaned, her voice uneven. 

She pushed my hand down to her sex and I palmed her mound, slipping my middle finger just inside her lips, groaning at her unbelievable wetness.

Julie groaned again too and in one connected motion, pushed me down on my back and straddled my hips, positioning herself over me. Then with a low moan, she lowered her sex just enough to allow my swollen head between her lips. She rolled her hips, making a circular motion as I throbbed just barely inside of her.

"I shouldn't want you," she said so softly I could barely hear her. "I should stop." she murmured, perched on top of my hardness.

"No." I said, losing myself in this wickedness. "Don't stop."

"Oh Baby, I should stop." she whimpered, sliding easily downward in agonizing slowness. 

"No." I begged. "Don't stop."

"I should stop Baby." she whispered, breathing very, very hard, as she held me deeply inside her, her eyes tightly closed, never opening.

Then all at once she threw herself down on me, molding her soft, lovely body tightly to my prone form and began to move on me slowly, squirming and grinding herself hard on me, her eyes always closed. She was kissing me, raining a barrage of quick kisses all over my face and whimpering "Baby" over and over. 

Then I began to hear it; a growing quality of some deep sadness in her voice.

When I began to lift my hips up and thrust into her, Julie went crazy. With a plaintive wail, she began to pound herself on me so hard that it was painful. It was almost as if she were abusing herself, coming down on me so hard, lifting until she almost lost it, then crying out and sobbing as she rammed herself down again, even harder and faster until she was fucking me at a furious pace. 

Her eyes still tightly closed, Julie rose up again. Sitting astride me, she frantically brought a hand down, rubbing and agitating her swollen sex as she stuffed herself repeatedly on me.

"Don't leave me Jon." she whispered, close to orgasm. But she crying now, tears running down her cheeks, sobbing powerfully even as she pleasured herself hard on me, grieving and fucking madly all at once 

My heart ached with hers, melded with hers even as I felt myself approach orgasm.

Insanity. Madness. But I was beginning to understand it all now. 

Then we were cumming, cumming so hard, coming as one, loving as one, grieving as one, husband and wife, mother and son, father and daughter, brother, sister, family, cumming, loving, together.

But also afraid, isolated, and sad.

Then as our orgasms faded, Julie again lay on me, kissing me on my cheek and ear. 

"I love you so so much." she whispered, her warm tears on my face. "I love all of you. Never, never leave me."

"I love you Julie. I'll....We'll never leave you." I said, beginning to understand, but seeing that it had to end.

She cried hard then, hard, bitter tears of loss with me still inside of her. I rocked her gently on me and held her close as she wept, loving her with all my soul. 

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The children were of course delighted about going to the islands and only Lizzie complained about the plan, saying it was a "silly" idea. They all prepared for the trip, going to the store to get suits and what not. Chris helped by finding an excellent price for tickets and accommodations on the Internet, as Julie and I tied up loose ends.

We touched down on the main island of St Thomas and retrieved our bags. Outside the small airport there were three cabs waiting. The first cabby in line, a large, very dark black man with big hands and a kind smile, quickly walked up to us and grabbed our bags when I nodded. Soon we were in the hotel and our rooms on the tenth floor. It was a pretty day and the kids were anxious to get to the beach. They quickly got their swimsuits and gear unpacked. In no time at all they were dressed and ready to go. Julie and I wanted to settle in and said we'd meet them down there in a little while. 




The Wounded Hawthorne Family



When the kids left, Julie and I unpacked and looked about our temporary home. Chris had definitely chosen well. The suite was larger than most, a little larger than the size of an average two-bedroom apartment. I didn't like the fact that our bedrooms were separated but I'd insist that they keep their door open at night. The suite was also full of amenities; a small kitchenette, a balcony overlooking the beautiful lagoon and a very large bathroom with a huge roman tub.

We finished unpacking quickly, and then both got dressed for the beach. Julie told me to turn around and wait for a few moments. She had bought a new suit and wanted to model it for me before we left.

"Ok." she said.

I turned around and beheld a vision. The new suit was of course very sexy, a peach colored one piece that made her look great, but as usual, it was the little extra things she did that took my breath away. Julie is an artist when it comes to make up, and had chosen colors and a general style that matched the suit perfectly. A pretty, tropical flower that also matched the suit now hung in her hair and I couldn't even remember her picking it. When my lovely wife saw the stunned look of breathless appreciation in my eyes, she smiled, stepped forward into my arms and kissed my lips lightly. 

"Maybe we could make this make this a special trip for you and me too." she murmured in a voice filled with the promise of more unbelievable sex.

"Oh Julie, we have to remember that we came for the kids."

Julie looked down her smile gone "Yes. Ok. I know. The kids, ok. I'm sorry. You know how the sea makes me ..." 

"Yes I do. I was at that second honeymoon too remember?"

She smiled then laughed, kissing me lightly once more 

"Don't be sorry my love. We'll plan another trip, just for us. Maybe -- three months ok?

"Really? -- Ok."

We kissed once more, this time deeply.

"Oh what the hell." I announced throwing my sunglasses aside and picking her up in my arms. 

No incest fantasies this time. No sinful role-play. Just great sex -- as always. 

I smiled as we made our way toward the water. The beach had plenty of handsome young men and pretty, single young women to choose from. I was sure that kids would forget all about this recent incest fixation if we played our cards right. I looked out over the beach looking for them. Julie pointed out Lizzie's bag under an umbrella and we walked to it. 

Then I saw them, out beyond the surf along a sand bar. Chris and Lizzie were playing and frolicking, totally enjoying the sun and sea. But they were alone, not a soul around them for many yards. I looked for Gwen but could not find her. Then, suddenly she popped up from under the water right in front of her little brother. Chris grabbed her and at once, they moved into a deep kiss. The kiss ended and Lizzie moved forward and kissed Chris as well, before turning to give Gwen an equally deep, but slower and softer kiss. I had only heard them on an intercom before, but now I was seeing it. True, it was only kissing but it still made my heart pound. I looked over at Julie as she stared fixedly at our children kissing intimately in the glittering blue sea.

I walked over to the water's edge and called for them to come sit with us on the beach. They heard me and kissed each other once more before moving in toward the shore. I assumed a pose of anger as they approached.

"So you guys just break your promises?" I yelled out over the crashing surf before they were ashore.

"We didn't break our promise." Gwen yelled back. "You said no sex Dad. You didn't say we couldn't kiss."

There were people about and I didn't want Gwen to say any more. "Ok. Ok. Shhhhhhh!" Did they have to be so shameless about it? "Come sit with us on the beach."

We situated ourselves under two big, colorful umbrellas. Julie produced a bottle of sunscreen and we applied it to each other as we people watched. People of all shapes and sizes passed by, walking slowly passed us in the cool, wet sand near the shore. Whenever attractive, young people passed by, Julie and I would point them out to our children.

"Oh look at that one Gwen. He's cute." Julie gushed

"Ewww Mom he is not cute." Gwen replied, her face sour, "He's looks like a turtle."

"A turtle?" Julie laughed, "No he doesn't. He's got a great body."

"I guess ... I think Daddy is much cuter"

I nudged my son "Hey Chris, Look at that babe over there" 

Chris shrugged. "Yeah, she's ok. Her boobs are too big."

I leaned over to whisper to him, "What are you talking about? She's got a great pair man..."

Chris chuckled a little then simply shrugged again. 

Julie tried to get Elizabeth interested in a handsome young man. "Look at him Lizzie, doesn't he look like one of the Bigstreet Boys" 

Lizzie laughed, covering her eyes, "That's Backstreet Mom and no he doesn't. Chris is way cuter." 

It went on like this for the next half-hour or so; Julie and I pointing out attractive young people, only to get lukewarm or worse, negative responses from our adult children. Then the kids got bored and ran down to the beach together to play in the surf. 

"Well, that didn't work." I sighed

"I know. What are we going to do?" 

"I have no idea."

The next couple of days were like an ordinary vacation. The kids lived for the beach and we all went out to nice island restaurants for dinner or brunch. But it didn't feel like a vacation. I was very worried. The kids saw how worried I was and tried to cheer me up by telling a joke or just telling me not to worry. For her part, Julie remained enviably calm. I always had been the worrier.

But how could I not worry? Our adult children didn't seem interested in anyone but each other. It was a relationship that was totally stagnant. As loving and exciting as it seemed to be to them and us, it would never grow and children would never be produced from it. They were still abstaining, but I knew they'd be back at it soon. I was at my wit's end.

Then on the third night it rained. It started out as a slow drizzle and grew throughout the night. In the morning it was coming down pretty hard. We hadn't turned on the television once since we had arrived. Chris flipped it on now only to find Hurricane Casey bearing down on the island. The fights out for that afternoon were booked, so there was no going home. We were stuck. 

The winds were expected to whip up to near tropical storm force by the afternoon and by the next morning it would hit us. I thanked heaven it was a minimal hurricane and not a monster, but I knew we were in for three or four days of hard wind and rain. Chris and I clothed ourselves in plastic garbage bags and braved the heavy rain to run down to the small grocery store three streets up from the hotel before it closed. I bought groceries and a few hurricane supplies; canned food, a couple of hurricane lamps, candles, masking tape, a small radio, plenty of batteries, playing cards, a combination chess/checkers board, munchies. 

When we got out of the store the fast moving clouds still looked ominous and in the distance we could see another squall rolling in, but where we were the rain had slowed to a light, temporary drizzle. The street was empty and except for the wind, which had also died down a bit, all was quiet. Chris and I walked together, carrying our groceries in our garbage bag suits.

"So Chris, what's it like looking after two beautiful girls all the time?" I asked in a slightly sarcastic, disapproving tone.

"I'm sorry Dad," said Chris.

"I'm not angry son. I'm more worried about you guys than anything else"

"I know." he paused. "Actually it's a lot of fun, but I'm embarrassed that you and Mom found out about it, even though I kinda knew it would happen one day."

At that moment, I wanted to yell at him for calling what they were doing fun. I didn't want this incest thing to be as natural or fun as it seemed to be for them. But I let the remark pass and continued.

"I know that Lizzie doesn't think what you guys are doing is wrong, but how do you feel about it? Do you think its wrong?

"Yeah, I guess so. You know Dad, we've all been dealing with the rightness or wrongness of all this for a while now. Gwen and I used to talk about it all the time and we really tried to stop a few times, but we always failed. Then when things started with Lizzie we kinda stopped talking about it for the most part and just had fun.

"Don't you find other girls attractive?"

"Yeah sure I do Dad. I just don't know how to talk to them that's all."

The wind gusted hard for a few moments and we braced against it, laden as we were with grocery bags. Then it was quiet again.

"Well That's easy son. You're a good-looking guy, you're smart, you've got a great personality. You just have to take a risk and talk to them."

"Dad, you really have no idea about Lambert. People really thought we were freaks there. They use to call us the Addams family all the time. There were rumors going around that the girls were witches. And we were like, totally better than all of them in every subject. It was stupid. There were a few girls that kinda liked me, but something always happened that made me think it was useless." 

"I know Chris, but ..."

"You remember that time, I came home all busted up? That was over a girl. I talked to a girl in the cafeteria. She was really nice. I'd been wanting to talk to her for a while. Then after school, two really big guys from the football team beat the hell out of me for just talking to her. They told me that no Hawthorn freak was gonna move in on one of their friends girls."

"Yeah," I said slowly. I remember that... and some other stuff. I didn't know it was THAT bad though. Why didn't you guys ever come to us about all this? You just dealt with it on your own. We could've taken you out of that school."

The wind gusted.

"Dad, the next decent high school is like thirty miles away. We didn't want to bother you. Besides, I didn't care about them. Here I was with the two prettiest, smartest, most fun girls in the whole school and they both wanted to hang out with me." 

I shook my head. "Well, You're in college now. Aren't there pretty girls in college?"

"Sure. Look Dad, I wish you wouldn't worry. We're not dumb you know. We know that this can't go on forever."

I sighed. 

As we walked on a little further, the rain died down almost completely for a few moments and everything stayed very quiet. The whole world seemed to move slowly for just a bit. 

"Lizzie told us about what happened between you and her the other day." Chris said plainly.

"She did?" 

"Yeah." he said slowly, looking ahead "She said it was pretty intense." 

"Yeah. Well I guess I'm as guilty as you guys in a way."

Silence.

"She wouldn't mind it happening again."

I paused, "That... that shouldn't be." I replied, swallowing hard.

Another silence.

Hey Dad, did you ever think about your sisters or mom you know -- that way -- when you were my age?"

"Yeah, I suppose. Maybe a little younger. Mostly your Aunt Lisa I guess. But they were silly fantasies and they stayed that way."

Silence.

"Mom sure is beautiful." 

This time I said nothing.

"She's like really beautiful."

"Yes she is. She's my wife Chris." I replied looking at him. At that moment, there was a very strong gust of wind and we bristled against it. Then, suddenly it was raining and we picked up our pace saying no more.

Gwen met us at the door when we got back to the hotel.

"It's getting stronger. Right now it's 90 miles per hour but it's getting stronger." she said. 

Damn. We were right on the beach. I checked the big sliding glass door that led to the balcony and was thankful when I found that the hotel had installed storm shutters. 

I had Chris go and get as much ice as he could and told Gwen to fill the big roman tub with water. I went to the front desk to get as many towels as I could, as Julie put up groceries and Lizzie watched the weather. After all of this was done, we all gathered in front of the TV in the little living room to watch the news. Lizzie gave us an update.

"They said it was strengthening quickly and that it would be at least strong category two by tonight. It's heading right for us too. It'll probably hit us about 7 or 8 tomorrow morning. The next update is in a half hour."

I looked at the time. It was about ten thirty AM. I looked at the satellite image of the hurricane that was heading for us. It was a massive storm and the island was already well within it's cloud cover feeling much of it's rain and wind. I worried mainly about how much this storm could strengthen in the next 22 hours. I knew that category three and above would be very dangerous. We broke out a bag of chips and waited for the next update.

"Shouldn't we move to the center of the island or something Daddy?" asked Gwen anxiously

"We'll be ok here Sweetie. This hotel is strong. Right Chris?" 

"Sure Gwen, don't worry. Dad and I will take care of you defenseless females," He said pulling his sister close.

Gwen rolled her eyes and pushed him away "Defenseless. Ha!" she exclaimed

"My Hero." said Julie mockingly

"I'll especially protect you fair lady." Said Chris swooping his beautiful mother into a buccaneer pose. "I'll protect you Mom" he said, his face close to hers, looking in her eyes. 

Julie laughed nervously and drew her face away from his as she reddened. 

"Knock it off Chris" I said. 

We opened up a bag of chips and munched. Gwen surfed though the channels until she found a sitcom rerun as we waited. Before long, she switched back to the weather station for the update.

The weather woman smiled professionally as she gave her report

"Hurricane Casey is well on his way to becoming a very powerful storm. The current coordinates position the hurricane at about 260 miles just south of due east of the island of St Thomas in the US virgin islands, travelling at 10 miles per hour in a west northwesterly direction. Current sustained winds are estimated at 105 miles per hour but conditions are very favorable for intensification and many models have the hurricane reaching category three status in the next 6 hours."

"Oh God, this is getting scary," said Gwen

"Shhhh Gwen. Just a second" said Chris, as the report continued.

"...computer models have the storm taking a more northerly track but for now it seems to be headed directly for St Thomas and then perhaps on to Puerto Rico." 

"Turn it off Gwen. We'll see the next report in two hours. Find a good movie or something. And try not to worry so much Gwen, everything's gonna be fine." I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

She laughed. "You know I get that from you Daddy." she said 

She was right. We watched a movie, played cards, had hot dogs and more chips and watched another movie. Occasionally we looked out the window only to see the wind blowing more fiercely as the rain blew in horizontally from the ever darkening sky.

The official weather reports were staggered two-hour apart and we anxiously awaited each one. Casey continued to strengthen very quickly, fueled by the warm Caribbean waters; 110 miles per hour at 1PM, 115 at 3PM, 125 at 7PM. Then at 8:45, the power went out and we were left with two Hurricane lamps, candles, and the radio. The hotel suite became warm and humid without air conditioning. 

At 9pm, we listened to the latest report. Unlike the pleasant smiling voice of the woman on television, the male voice on the radio was official and harsh. Chris noted the storm center's position on a map as the voice rattled off the coordinates; about 180 miles to our east. Then came the bad news, delivered in a harsh, no nonsense radio drone.

"Hurricane Casey is very dangerous storm with top sustained winds of 140 miles per hour and is continuing to intensify. The storm continues to travel in a west northwesterly direction at 10 miles per hour, though it is expected to change to a more northerly course in the next few hours."

We had been waiting in vain for that more northerly change for hours now.

Chris went to the sliding door of the balcony and slid it open a bit letting the cooler outside air refresh the room. Our suite was angled so that it didn't currently feel the brunt of the storm's wind, but I knew that this would change as the hurricane moved passed us. I listened to the wind howl for a few moments, becoming more worried. 

Just then, we heard a loud crash and Gwen let out a little yelp as we all looked outside to see the thatch roof of a small cabana roll passed the hotel. 

At 9:30 the front desk called saying that if the storm continued on its present path through 1 AM, we were to evacuate our suite and move to a large ballroom on the fourth floor. 

It was an hour and a half until the next report.

I was of course concerned but also very angry with myself for being so careless and placing my family in the possible path of this dangerous storm.

The room was warm and dim, lit only by candles and a hurricane lamp. Everyone sat around, waiting. Chris offered a round of Gin and we all played. Then everyone got bored and the game petered out. 

We waited. 

"Alright." I nearly yelled, "Let's play some more cards then." 

The sentence came off like an edict. 

Everyone in the room went silent. Julie got up silently and lightly touched my shoulder as she moved into the kitchen to fix everyone some soft drinks. I had thoughtlessly driven the tension in the room a couple of notches higher.

"I'm sorry." I said, "I worry too much. It makes me grumpy sometimes."

"It's ok Dad," said Lizzie, "Gwen gets like that too sometimes."

"C'mere Gwen." I said, putting my arm around her as she sat next to me. 

Then we all sat there silently again, listening to the growing storm. 

Julie came back in a few minutes with the drinks and sat on my other side. I smiled at her gratefully as I took a sip and realized the she had slipped a little bourbon in with mine. Lizzie slid over to where Chris was sitting on the floor, and kissed him slow and full on the lips. 

Emotion welled up in me once more, as I watched them. "Why don't you two just do it right here?" I said angrily, I was just venting, but perhaps I was a little envious of them as well. 

Lizzie and Chris slid away from each other and Gwen slid from under my arm. They all looked at anything but me. Julie however, gave me a hard, disapproving glare. But I continued.

"That's what you want isn't it? To screw?" I asked in my most cutting tone, "Well, why don't you do it right here?" 

I could see that the Gwen was starting to cloud up a bit but I kept right on.

"You've all brought shame upon our house." I spat. "You're disgusting."

"Paul!!" Julie exclaimed, cursing me with her eyes. 

Gwen looked down sadly, but Lizzie just shook her head angrily at me. I felt like dirt. Real dirt.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I got up quickly and despite the raging storm, moved out onto the balcony. The winds were hard, almost hurricane force now, But our room was angled away from them so that I hardly felt them and not even a drop of rain fell on me. Surprisingly, Gwen followed behind and joined me. 

"I'm sorry." I repeated. But my Gwendolyn simply shook her head and put her arms around me from behind in a very loving hug. I looked back out into the furious storm. Part of me wanted to retain this anger I had pointed at myself, to remain like a stone for her hug, but I couldn't. I turned around and hugged her, feeling my anger subside.

"Please come talk to us Daddy." she said looking up into my eyes. "I know how you feel. I'm just like you. I use to feel so guilty and so dirty. I worried so much for so long. Please don't judge us. Just come in and talk to us. You shouldn't be out here. C'mon, we'll tell you." She took my hand and led me back inside, sitting me down on the sofa, before sitting on the floor with her sibling lovers next to her. 




The Wounded Hawthorne Family



"Ok." she said "Shoot. Ask any of us about anything." 

I sat there for a moment wondering what kind of questions I should ask them. Julie started before me.

"Have you ever been unprotected -- without birth control?" She asked.

Lizzie shook her head. 

"I don't wear condoms or anything," said Chris 

Gwen thought for a moment. "Once and only once." Gwen said "When I lost my virginity to Jon. I was lucky and I didn't get pregnant. I got on the pill the next month."

"Have you ever had sex with anyone other than each other?" I asked. 

They all shook their heads to say no.

"Do you ever get possessive or jealous of each other." Julie asked

"Not really Mom." Gwen said, "Sometimes Lizzie and I fight over Chris a little but nothing serious. Then again, sometimes Chris has to fight over us. But we all love each other"

Julie laughed a little nervously, these were strange questions indeed and the ease with which our children answered each one must have been as unnerving to my wife as it was to me. 

"No," Julie continued, "that's not really what I meant. Chris, would you be jealous if Lizzie got very interested in a boy you didn't know and wanted to stop with you?" 

"No Mom, I know Lizzie has to find another boy and get married. I'm ok with that. But if that guy ever hurts her, I'll be there. "

"So you do want to have children one day?" I asked.

"One day." said Lizzie and Gwen at the same time. "But not with Chris." said Gwen, "That wouldn't be right,".

There was a pause, and then Lizzie told us something the changed the whole mood of the room. 

"Lemme tell you what it's like." Lizzie said dreamily. "When I'm with Chris I only feel like I'm showing him how much I love him. I've kissed other boys, but no one kisses like Chris or like Gwen, although their kisses are totally different. Every kiss and every hug is full of love and I can't help but want them. When we make love, its like I'm kissing or hugging them in a kind of more exaggerated way. I've never once felt bad about it." 

What amazed me was her complete lack of shame, her complete acceptance of what would ordinarily be seen as abhorrent or sinful, even a sickness. But her next words shook me even more.

"That's why I kind of don't understand about all this. I would LOVE to make love with you Daddy and with Momma too. Gwen would too. And Chris fantasizes about making love with Mom all the time." 

This couldn't be. 

"Lizzie stop..." I pleaded. But I looked over at Julie who was caught for a moment in her son's gaze before she turned away, blushing furiously. 

This could not be. 

"Why Daddy? It's the truth. It's a big fantasy of mine." replied Lizzie

The knot I had been carrying in my stomach for weeks now, twisted in me and made me a little nauseous. This was the pinnacle of sin she was so blithely considering -- wasn't it? I began to stumble over my words "Where...where did you guys get all this? You...You want to make love with us? With us?? I'm your ... your DAD. And ... and I'm old. I'm 48."

"And I'm 44." said Julie, her voice faltering. "I'm not a pretty young thing like Gwen or Lizzie. Why would Chris want to make love with me?" 

"Oh Mom, you are so wrong. You are so beautiful." Chris said. But Julie wouldn't look at him.

"It's never been about age or attractiveness Mom." Gwen said with unbelievable ease. "Even though both you and Dad are very attractive. It's more about closeness. It's sort of like we want to complete a circle. We've talked a lot about it among ourselves. I know that the rest of society thinks what we've been doing is sick and wrong. But it hasn't been that way for us. It's been very VERY right, not at all dirty or sorted and it's been filled with real love." 

"I used to feel very guilty about it all the time with Chris and REALLY guilty with Jon." she continued. "Then when Chris and I started making love with Lizzie, she didn't feel guilty at ALL about it. She made love with total abandon. It was wonderful and it was so pure. I wish I could explain it, but I envied her. I envied her for her calmness. I asked her why she never felt guilty and she told me the same thing I just told you; that it's not really the sex, it's the intimacy. It's like we're with each other in a higher way. I can't explain it. " 

I shook my head and took a sip of my drink. "Well that's all fine and good." I replied resolvedly. "But let me ask you a simple question Gwen. Do you think that you'll ever find a man that you will love in the same way as Jon or Chris?"

"In the same way? No." she answered definitively

"See, that's the trap here." I said, "No man or woman will ever live up to your expectations. You'll always be thinking about Chris or Lizzie or Jon and ultimately you'll never be happy with that outside person."

"That's not true Dad." Chris said. "There are a couple of girls that I'm very interested in at school and they like me too. We're not in Lambert anymore. I want a family one day."

"Me too Daddy." Said Gwen "Look, do you love Mom more than you love Aunt Lisa?"

"It's a completely different kind of love." I complained franticly.

"Exactly. I don't want to marry Chris." Gwen said smiling easily and looking over at her brother "He's too annoying." She laughed. "I've made love with Chris, but it would be different making love to a husband. Look, There are a couple of guys at school that I consider good friends that are totally nuts about me thank you very much. And by the way I DO date." She paused, "I will admit that I really wanted to run away with Jon, have babies with him, everything. But I realize now that that wasn't mature. I'll never stop loving him though."

"I can't wait to get to college," added Lizzie "I hope I meet a boy that's every bit as sweet and cute as Chris is, or every bit as handsome and sexy as you Daddy." 

"Help me out here Julie." I said rubbing my eyes with two fingers. So help me God, I was beginning to see their logic. What my wife said however, completely blew me away.

"Well," said Julie slowly "I ... I have a confession to make. 

I lifted my head to look at her. Everyone in the room turned to do the same. 

"I knew ..." she said hesitantly, looking more serious than I'd seen her in ages. "I knew about you and Jon, Gwen."

Gwen's eyes widened "You knew Mom?"

Julie nodded sadly.

"Oh Mom, I'm so sorry."

But Julie shook her head. "No Sweetie don't be sorry."

I was furious. "Why did you keep this from me?" I said quietly, glowering at her.

"Oh Paul," she said quickly "don't be angry with me. Let me explain."

I was silent and let her go on.

"Sometime during Jon's junior year in high school, I began to see signs that what Jon and Gwen had was more than a normal brother sister relationship. They had always been very close, but it seemed to be growing more and more romantic as time went by. I thought about ways of stopping it by bringing them apart in some way. But I couldn't. In a way, I didn't even want to. Jonathan was a very smart, very talented and very loving little boy, but he had also always been an overly serious, lonely, workaholic of a kid. Now, for the first time in his life he was happy. Gwen made him happy. I couldn't take that away from him."

"Now, I did NOT want it to lead to sex and so I was very watchful. But Jon and Gwen hid their secret well. I didn't find out about them sleeping together until about a month and a half before Jon was killed. I found a used plane ticket and a motel receipt and I put two and two together."

"Oh Paul," she sniffed. "I wanted to tell you, but after Jon was killed, I just fell apart and everything went haywire and I didn't. I'm sorry." 

My wife began to sob a little. It was ok. Her explanation was reasonable. I moved to console her, but she quickly waved me away. 

"No. I have one more thing to confess."

'What now?' I thought as she began again. 

"During the year that we were all mourning Jon, Gwen almost went crazy from missing him. I tried to console her as best as I could but I never let on that I knew about her intimacy with Jon." 

"Oh Mom," cried Gwen, "Why didn't you tell me that you knew? It would have been so much easier on me if I could have talked to someone about it."

Julie held out her arm to beckon her daughter to her, "I wanted to give you the freedom to tell me yourself Baby." she said as mother and daughter came together and sat in an affectionate embrace and sat close together as she continued. 

"Well, During that year, I stopped seeing what Gwen and Jon had done as wrong. She was the only love he had in his whole life and it just stopped being wrong in my mind. But there is more. In a secret part of me, I began to see my own children differently. I started to see them as sexual beings. I watched as even through her pain, Gwen became more beautiful, how Elizabeth grew more lovely and how Chris, Oh how Chris had become such a beautiful, strong, handsome man In that secret part of me, I began to desire my children intimately and in ways that a mother never should. For a long time I couldn't even admit this to myself, but that's my real confession. So you see, I'd be lying if I said that the IDEA of it didn't excite me. But the thought of really making love with my own babies scares me like nothing else in the world. I DELIVERED you guys. Plus, Paul is my husband. I would never cheat on him."

The silence that followed these statements was deafening but I hardly had a chance to take any of it in before my shameless, sexy Lizzie sighed heavily and stood up. 

"Oh Mom," she said lightly "It's not all that bad. And it's not really like fooling around either. It's different. We REALLY love each other. We're family." My little girl straightened her skirt then and walked over to sit next to me, snuggling up close. "It's really just wonderful. I'll show you." with that, my daughter tilted her lovely, fair face up toward mine closing her eyes, expectant. 

I looked down at her, not really believing what I was seeing.

I looked over at Julie. My wife's eyes looked wild as she stared at our daughter awaiting a kiss. She looked back at me then, breathing very hard. She looked at me for a long moment and then nodded her head ever so slowly. 

I felt as if I was in the most surreal of dreams. I looked back down at my daughter, her eyes closed, her head tilted, waiting for my kiss. Oh God, those lips, I remembered those lips. 

I was moving in. 

With a simple nod, Julie became Eve to my Adam and now I bent down to bring that wicked, oh so delicious fruit to my mouth. My daughter's kiss was soft at first, but deepened quickly as I held her tightly. The storm brewed around us, the wind howled, lightning flashed and thunder crashed, but no one seemed to notice. My wife and other children looked on in utter silence as my youngest daughter, my beautiful little musician kissed her father deeply. 

Lizzie moaned into my mouth in a way that left no question about her desire. Then her adept fingers were unsnapping my shorts. With my heart pounding madly, I almost stopped her. The rational me had no desire to be nude, or even partially nude in front of the members of my family. But almost as if she were telepathic, Lizzie kissed me deeply once more, calming my objections and inhibitions, making me somehow forget all semblance of propriety and decorum. Moving to her knees in front of me, my beautiful daughter now took my exposed and total hardness into her mouth. She ran her tongue around my hardness and moaned as she took me in deeper. I closed my eyes hard and threw my head back. When I opened them again, I found that the other members of my family were just sitting there in a semi circle around us. They were all glassy eyed, strange, trance like, watching us. Another flash of lightning brightened the dimly lit room, followed immediately by another crack of thunder. Then Lizzie's head was bobbing on me, sucking and licking with as much, if not more relish and desire than her mother had done a few nights earlier. I was moving toward orgasm and the animal part of me bucked into her mouth as my hands reached out to grasp her long, straight, reddish-gold hair.

In a short while, My daughter removed me from her mouth. She kissed and licked at me teasingly, lovingly for several long moments, before simply holding my hardened phallus and looking at it admiringly. 

"You are so beautiful Daddy," she said, looking up at me, smiling a smile that at once contained beautiful innocence and corrupted desire. Then she rose and lifted her long, cotton, floral print skirt to her thighs. 

After all, I had experienced with my Lizzie, I don't know why it shocked me so to find that she had nothing on under that skirt, but the sudden sight of her aroused young flesh hit me like a bolt from the storm. My daughter moved forward. She kissed me deeply once more, straddled my closed thighs so that her skirt flowed around us and reached back to guide my immense, stone-like hardness to her entrance. As she held herself poised above my semi-prone form, she looked down at me, down into my eyes, her own eyes now smoldering. 

"You can't know how much I've wanted this," she said breathlessly and privately, as though she didn't want anyone else to hear. 

Then in one slow, fluid slide, I was enveloped by her. My beautiful daughter sighed in pleasure as I slid into easily into her. The butterflies in my stomach had been merely fluttering. Now they seemed to swirl there almost angrily as if they wanted to escape. Lizzie's beautiful eyes were staring into mine, open wide and full of intent as she held me deep within her absolutely soaking wet sex and began to rotate her unbelievable tightness on me. She closed them then, and an ever so slightly pained expression appeared on her pretty face. She began to pant very hard, as she concentrated on what she was feeling. Her eyes opened slowly again and she looked at me, breathing hard, her mouth open. She turned then and looked at Julie, who sat on the far end of the couch staring, motionless.

"See Momma?" she said breathlessly. "Don't be scared. I'm loving Daddy..." She panted, rotating on me, "It's... ooooh Daddy... It can't be wrong....Oh God... it can't be." Lizzie lifted her sex off me then groaned lowly as she dropped slowly down again, "It's too good... ohhh tooo good to be wrong."

It was good. Oh God in heaven help me, it was so good. 

She began to move on me, thrusting herself onto me slowly and deeply, giving out this little sound whenever I'd nudge up against some secret spot within her. Holding my prick deep inside of her, she moved back and forth, scrubbing herself over me. My beautiful daughter raised her little hands to hold my face, brought her dainty lips to mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. She moaned again and again, as she moved on my cock, making wonderful circling motions with her sweet, wet pussy. Then, taking her mouth away from mine, she looked into my eyes. Seeing the worried look there she brought her lips forward to whisper in my ear.

"Come on Daddy," She breathed softly "It's ok. Please, please don't worry. Just fuck me. Really fuck me."

The animal in me finally took over. Another flash of lightning and another crack of thunder filled the room as everything and everyone else surrounding us was forgotten. I reached under her long skirt, grabbed at her slim hips and lifting her up easily, slammed her pussy back down hard onto my cock.

"Ahhh God!" cried Lizzie.

That was it. Quickly, I lifted her delicate form up and off up me, turned her over and onto the sofa. Lizzie swiftly lifted her skirt, spread her thighs and looked down hotly at our sexes as I moved to reinsert myself into her now exposed and open flower. 

"God, Daddy!" she whimpered as I pushed into her once more. 

I pulled her slim thighs up and immediately she locked them on my hips, crossing her legs over my ass. Her heels, still encased within little black shoes, beat a rhythm on my behind as I began stroking in and out of her pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhh, Daddy! ohhhhhh Yessssss!" My daughter groaned. She lay on the sofa, almost doll-like as I fucked her harder and harder. Her legs gripped me tightly as I fucked into her liquid heat. I screwed her hard as she wrapped herself around me, thrusting back at my every stroke, her little mouth open and panting as she reveled at each plunge. "Oh God fuck me!" she demanded in a hot little whisper. 

Grabbing my shoulders in her hands, my little girl slammed herself up at me, locking her eyes with mine in a hot, fierce, demanding gaze, as she panted under me. 

"Oh God Daddy, you're fucking me now ... finally fucking me."

My baby became like a little writhing animal under me, throwing her pussy back at my every hard thrust. I rose up and grabbed at her hips, pulling her forward, fucking her hard. Lizzie looked down at our connected sexes, watching hotly as my cock pumped steadily inside her, watching as it sawed back and forth through her taut pussy lips and excited her clit. I couldn't help but watch it too as it pushed deep through her soft, silky folds, then withdrew to thrust in again. The sight made me crazy. I couldn't take it anymore and began banging her even harder, making her pant with every impact. Soon and without warning, the muscles in her back tightened. My daughter arched her back and shuddered in heavy spasms as she came on my cock. 

"OOHHHHHH! Yesssssss!!" she whimpered. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Seeing her cum was too much for me. The first long hot blast of my sperm pulsed up my shaft and shot deep into my daughter's womb.

"OH God" Lizzie cried. Still cumming, she clung tightly to me, forcing her sex into my hips, taking all of me inside of her. "Yes, YES! Ohhhhhhhhh, yes."

colorful bursts of light flashed behind my eyes as a second even stronger pulse of cum shot into her, painting her insides. Then I was arching myself backwards, groaning loudly as I sent pulse after pulse of my hot seed into my baby. 

Lost in her own orgasm, Lizzie lost her grip around my neck. She flopped back onto the sofa, her calves wrapped tightly around my ass, riding my hard thrusts as her hands slipped up to move her bikini top out of the way and cup her own little breasts. She teased and pinched at her little pink nipples as she writhed under me in a prolonged cum. Her face was a mask of erotic pleasure as she shut her eyes and whimpered, writhing in evil little fuck-strokes as I emptied my cock in her belly.

As the last of our orgasms ebbed, my daughter's tight pussy clenched and reclenched, holding my still hard cock in her as she reached up to run her fingers through my sweaty hair. 

"Sooo goood," she crooned, pulling me down to her, kissing all over my face. "Sooo, sooo goood Daddy" she whispered. "I love you. I love you sooo much. You are one of us."

We lay there, silent, kissing, locked together until our breathing and pounding hearts slowed. I kissed gently all over her beautiful face and neck, then lifted up to french kiss her hot mouth. In the beginning of our afterglow, I turned to look at the rest of my family sitting around us. They were still silent, still trance-like, as I remained sheathed within my daughter's welcoming sex. 

Suddenly there was a bright flash of lightning followed immediately by a very loud, sharp crack of thunder. It was so loud and so sharp that it made Lizzie and I grab at each other and shook everyone out of their trance. 

"That was close," someone said.

The hurricane. The time for the report had passed.

"God." I whispered down at my youngest one. "We have to think about this storm. What if we have to evacuate?"

Lizzie's lips were puffy, her fair complexion flushed, but she nodded quickly "Go...go turn on the radio." she said nodding, "Listen to the report."

I withdrew my softening member from her overflowing flower and went to the radio. I clicked it on and turned it up a little to allow the whole family to listen. The storm was stronger now, a killer storm with winds of 165 miles per hour. But there was good news; Casey had turned was now moving more toward the north. I flipped around to the other stations to see what the chances of the storm hitting St Thomas were. What I heard came as a massive relief. People were 95% sure that St Thomas was out of danger. The island would experience a lot of wind and rain for the next day and a half but would not be hit directly by the dangerous storm. 




The Wounded Hawthorne Family



My entire family cheered at this news. For many moments we were all very excited and happy. But after a short while we all began to think about what other events had recently transpired in the room and the family fell back into a stunned silence once more.

"Boy, that was something." Chris said laughing

We all laughed a little nervously with him and were silent yet again

Calmly straightening her skirt, Lizzie moved over to Chris and whispered something in his ear that made him smile broadly. She then moved to Gwen and whispered something. Glen's face also brightened into a wide smile. 

Lizzie turned to face the family. 

"Mom's turn." She announced and at once all three of our children were around their mother kissing and hugging her.

"Oh no you don't" Julie said frantically. "That's ok. Come on now."

Lizzie motioned for Chris to move away as his two sisters kissed, fondled and attempted to undress their mother. He quickly removed his shorts to reveal an already rigid and impressive cock and lay on his back in the center of the carpet holding it straight up from his tight young body.

Julie was fighting her girls, who were still both kissing her and trying to undress her. 

"Come on you two. I don't need this." she complained, purposely not looking at her son lying on the ground and trying to push her daughter's hands away. "It was ok with Lizzie and your father. We just got caught up in the moment. But I don't need this. Come on girls." she complained.

The girls had already gotten her blouse half undone, but Julie was fighting them frantically.

"Come on Daddy." called Gwen. "We need your help."

Knowing now that in her heart the thought truly excited her, I moved over and helped the girls. Looking into my wife eyes, I smiled gently and calmly began unbuttoning her blouse. 

"Oh Paul no." she complained averting her eyes from mine as the girls rained little kisses on her arms, shoulders and face. "I don't have to ... really."

No. I wasn't going to go through this alone. If we were going to commit this horrible sin, we were going to commit it together. Kneeling down in front of her, I reached into her skirt and began inching down her bikini bottoms over her lovely hips while kissing at the whiteness of her exposed midriff.

"No sweetheart please. This can stop here." she pleaded. But her desire betrayed her when she stepped out of her panties and the beautiful scent of her arousal wafted into the air. Reaching into an opening of her skirt once more, I touched her incredibly aroused sex, finding her as soaking wet as she had ever been with me. Again, her desire betrayed her.

"Oh Paul I OOOOHHHH ... No, please." she groaned as I found her slippery clit and rolled it between two fingers. 

Our two giggling girls had completely removed her blouse and despite her diminishing struggles had also succeeded in removing her bikini top. Gwen now had her mouth firmly attached to my wife's left nipple as Lizzie kissed at her neck and fiddled with the other. I made quick work of her skirt, leaving her completely naked in front of her entire family. Julie's objections dissolved into a series of moans and half phrases as her husband licked gently at her swollen clitoris and her two adult children worked on her excited flesh. 

Throughout all of this, Julie had steadfastly refused to look at the prone form of her son in the center of the room, with his large, rock hard cock lifted straight out from his body. Moving behind my wife, I purposely turned her around so that she couldn't help see Chris lying on the carpet waiting for her. My wife became breathless and legs got rubbery as it registered in her mind what plans her family had in mind for her. Then, with a simple little shove from Lizzie, I reached down and lifted Julie's body into the air, a thigh in each hand as if I was a human chair. 

"Oh Paul, no." she whimpered. 

"Eve does not offer the apple to Adam, without taking a bite of it herself." I whispered in her ear as I carried her forward to her waiting son. 

Carrying her sex first, moving between my sons outstretched legs, I held his mother directly above his throbbing member and slowly began lowering her body.

"Oh Lizzie, is this ok?" she asked nervously, looking in her daughter's eyes as I lowered her. "Are we all gonna be ok?"

Lizzie smiled gently at her mother. "We're gonna be fine Momma. It's only love."

"Oh Paul," she said one last time as I inched her ever so slowly to her target and reached my fingers inward to spread her wet lips open. "I don't have to do this. Really, I don't have to dooooooooh God."

My wife moaned non-stop as her son's large hard cock head pressed against her labia, penetrated easily and began to fill her. I had wanted to teasingly lower her all the way down, but she slipped and I simply allowed her to her drop, making her grunt heavily with the sudden, full intrusion of his cock completely within her. My wife groaned and hissed as she slowly began to work her hips in slow circles, savoring every ridge of her son's cock for the first time. Then, plastering her beautiful nude body on top of his, she kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth in a long soulful kiss, moaning as she slowly pumped her drenched pussy up and down on him.

Lizzie, Gwen and I stood above them watching silently as my wife and their mother fucked her son. Not interrupting her slow fuck-strokes, my wife took her mouth away from her son's and whispered just loudly enough for us to hear.

"Is this what you wanted Baby?" she asked Chris, "You wanted to fuck me?"

Chris moaned at the question, "Oh yes Mom. I've been wanting to fuck you so bad."

My wife smile secretly as she whispered in her son's ear "You're doing it baby. You're fucking me now. You can. You can fuck me now." 

The words made Chris groan. His expression became one of near agony and immediately he humping up at his mother as he came. Realizing he was cumming, his mother rose up until she was sitting over him, impaling herself on his long, rigid cock. She plunged a hand down between them and began to masturbate herself furiously while she fucked his spurting dick. Her other children and I watched her beautiful breasts quiver as she bounced up and down and rode him, working to meet him in her own climax.

From the sounds he made, my boy must have cum pretty damned hard. But Julie didn't want it to end. She was soon kneeling over him, sliding her tongue over his cock, rubbing her bare breasts over it and squeezing it between them to keep him hard. She need not have worried. My son stayed rock hard for her and quickly rolled atop her. Staring down into his mother's excited face, he thrust into her again - hard. She shuddered, her eyes closing briefly, then a low groan swept through her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling his face down against hers.

Again, her tongue plunged into his mouth as he fucked her, meeting his own. She was a wild woman, grinding and humping up into him, then grabbing at his ass and pulling him in as she begged him to fuck her harder.

"Ohhhh Baby! Fuck me! Fuck me soo good." she whimpered.

In a display of pure animal lust, Chris lifted his mother's slim legs up over his shoulders, then jammed them back against her breasts as he thrust in hard. He stroked steadily, using long, solid strokes that set her breasts jiggling and made his mother gasp and moan and whine for more.

We listened as the wet sounds of their fucking filled the room and I was once again as hard as a stone.

"God that's so sexy Daddy." said Gwen sidling up to me to grasp and tug at my renewed hardness. I returned her smile, noticing that she was now completely nude, then looked back down to watch my boy completely satisfy his mother.

My wife's upper lip curled into a sexual snarl as her son hammered down into her with his large, super hard cock. Then she was cumming again, this time more violently. Her head rolled to and fro on the carpet as she pushed her ass back to meet every thrust of her son's pistoning cock. Chris cursed and reached up to grasp her breasts, mashing them tightly as he rammed his cock up into her. He picked up the pace as she came, then slowed down when she went limp. He pulled out and sliding his lips over her lovely breasts, sucking and chewing on her erect nipples, before kissing his way down to her pussy.

Lizzie joined in at this point. Shedding her clothes in an instant, she moved down on the carpet with them. I could see my own cum seeping out of her as she crawled between her mothers thighs. We watched as my beautiful daughter crowded her brother out of the way and began eating his cum out of her mother's overfilled pussy. Chris was disappointed by this at first by adjusted quickly, lying next to his mother, he kissed her deeply and squeezed hard at one rigid nipple as Lizzie ate her.

"Oh, fuck! Oh my Babies!" Julie wailed "Ohhhh Lizzie! Yes! Yes! Suck Me! Oh, my God! Oh, my babies! Suck me!"

Lizzie did, plunging her fingers into her pussy as her tongue and lips ravaged her hot, glistening little button. 

"You're gonna fuck me next Daddy." Gwen whispered into my ear as she stroked me. "I know I'm not as forward as she is, but I want you too you know. You're not gonna be just for Lizzie."

I groaned at these words and turned to kiss my other daughter deeply. But almost immediately our kiss was interrupted as my wife sailed into another orgasm. I was shocked by how very little effort it had taken for Chris and Lizzie to make their mother cum again. Julie's legs bounced as she came.

"Ohh!" she cried out suddenly. She went completely still for a second before yet another orgasm overwhelmed her, "I'm cumming! Ohhh, ohhhhh godddd, cumming!"

Lizzie rose up away from her mother, palming her quivering flesh, watching her cum. But Chris hadn't had his full share yet. Moving Lizzie away, He again rolled on top of her and rammed himself into her, pounding her like an animal as she cried in the midst of a nonstop cum. Soon he came too, once again emptying himself into her, before collapsing on top of her spent body.

When their orgasms ebbed, Lizzie and Chris moved to lie on either side of their satisfied mother. Letting go of a deep sigh, Julie drew her arms around both of them, kissing and holding her adult children close to her naked form. Never had I witnessed, nor even imagined, a more loving, yet perverse scene. Gwen and I remained standing, our naked bodies pressed close. My oldest daughter and I shared a deep, passionate and completely loving kiss as the rest of our family basked in the afterglow of our unspeakable sin.

Throughout the storm and for the rest of our vacation, my family and I had an absolutely amazing time. The near miss of the hurricane had pulled almost every tourist away from the island and for almost the entire time we were there it was like our own private paradise. It became like some kind of weird honeymoon for us. We would have tremendous fun at the beach, out at a restaurant or just being tourists. Then it was back to the hotel suite where our clothes would come off the minute we were in the door. The sex was constant and completely unquestioned. It was like we had some unspoken agreement not to think any farther ahead than the vacation. We had a few more group sex encounters, none of which were anywhere close to as scary as that first time, but mostly it was one on one or two on one stuff. 

The most wondrous thing was how loving and complete it all was. Suddenly it was ok for each of us to not only love each other, but to actually be in love with each other without jealousy or selfishness of any kind. We learned more about each other, talked more deeply and laughed more heartily than we'd ever experienced in our lives. Once, Gwen and I laid in the deep, hot water of that big roman tub, her head against my broad chest, just talking and playing. But the pure honesty and openness of simple conversation just about made my heart overflow with happiness.

Of course the sex was amazing. Chris and I constantly had one female or another or more after us, or we were constantly after them. Gwen loved to fuck me even more than Lizzie did which is saying a lot. As for Julie, I had never seen my wife so sexually free as she was during that week and a half. She went absolutely nuts over her son's hard cock and would want to give herself to him if he so much as touched her. The image of my wife being taken from behind by her strong son while greedily eating his cum out of her youngest daughter is one that will remain indelibly etched in my memory until the day I die. 

Then life changed as life does. Soon it was time for them all to go either back to school or in Lizzie's case to college for the first time. Each of them got a teary and passionate goodbye on the night before they left. But with admirable calm and cool-headedness, each did well in college and are doing well in the hunt for suitable mates. Now, two years later we still can't help but fall into bed each other. I think we will for a long time to come. To those who would say we are wrong or sick I would like to say one thing: YOU -- you people, you and YOUR sickness took our good and kind and brilliant Jonathan from us -- don't you DARE talk to us about wrong. I'm just allowing fate to take us where it will now. But you know something? I don't really worry about it anymore.