18 comments/ 171881 views/ 113 favorites A Nice Family By: RonCabo Author's Note: In the "Most Read Stories" list under Top Lists in Literotica, of 250 stories shown under "All time," by my count, two-thirds of the stories are incest related. Many of them I have enjoyed reading myself. So, I thought it was time I took a stab at this category. If this subject matter offends you, please don't read it. He heard the front door and was immediately alarmed and alert. Who would be entering the house at midnight? His mother and father were asleep in their bedroom, and when they were in a deep sleep, nothing would awaken them. He heard them having sex a couple of hours ago—they were fairly open about it—and that usually sent them into an impenetrable slumber. His 18 year-old sister, Kaki, was out at her high school senior prom and shouldn't be home until well after sunrise. Ken Kruger quietly set the book he was reading on his night stand. If someone was breaking into the Kruger home, it would be up to him to take action. He sat up in his bed and honed his hearing. The lock on the front door was definitely being tampered with. Silently, he slipped into some shoes, but ignored the fact that he was dressed only in the boxers that he slept in. Quickly scanning his bedroom, he grabbed his baseball bat that was sitting in a corner and tip-toed downstairs. He arrived just as the door was opening. At the foot of the stairs, Ken raised the bat ready to hit a homer with the intruder's head. Though the foyer was dark, enough light seeped in from the street for him to see a silhouette. Gripping the Louisville Slugger tighter, he was about to swing when a glimmer of light highlighted a portion of a woman's breast. He quickly choked up on the bat, and then brought it down as the figure backed in and he recognized his sister's prom dress. He further noticed that it was torn in a couple of places, and in particular, near her armpit, which accounted for the exposure of her tit. "Kaki?" Ken whispered softly. She turned sharply, obviously not expecting anyone to be there. Her sharp intake of air came with a high-pitched throaty sound. However, it was not loud enough for their parents to have heard. She should have expected her big brother and protector to have heard her entrance, knowing what a light sleeper he was. "Kaki, why are you home so early? Is everything okay?" She quickly closed the door and rushed into her older sibling's arms. "That asshole Michael Ryder tried to take advantage of me." "What did he do?" Ken asked angrily. "Is he still out there? I'll go kick his ass!" No one messed with his beautiful sister. "No, he's not there." "So, what happened?" Ken asked, calming down a bit. "Let's go in the den. I don't want to awaken mom and dad." Ken followed Kaki down the hallway. She switched on a lamp on a dim setting, and then took a seat on their sectional sofa. Even somewhat disheveled she was the most beautiful girl in the world, perhaps only second to their mother, who, at 40 was absolutely ravishing. However, before Kaki left home this evening, she was easily her mother's rival. The Kruger's were, by all accounts, the perfect family, the envy of the neighborhood. They were the most loving family anyone could ever hope to have. Kurt and Kate Kruger had raised their children to be caring individuals, particularly when it came to family. As such, Ken and Kaki had always been close, never had a serious fight, although they were independent enough to differ on things. But even such disagreements were never heated, and certainly not ever violent. Part of this close, loving relationship among family members included open and frank discussions and attitudes toward sex and modesty. Such subjects, the parents believed, were only dirty, obscene, or whatever other adjectives one chose, if they were taught to be so. The children knew about sex and understood the yearnings in their bodies. Kurt and Kate had further encouraged and hoped that when either Ken or Kaki met a person with whom he or she wanted to have sex they would first discuss it with their mother or father. The kids indicated that they would, but if not, both parents were confident in the sexual education they had provided their children and believed they would act responsibly. Modesty was less of an issue, and while the family had enough propriety not to run around the house naked, no one was uncomfortable being somewhat exposed. Such was the case now as Ken continued to admire his gorgeous sister, who sat there in an exquisite evening dress that was torn high up on the side down nearly to her waist, thus revealing the top and side of her perfect sized and naturally rounded left breast, and a rip up the same side from the hem to also near her waist displaying her shapely leg and thigh. It was as though her date had attempted to tear her dress off. Yet, Kaki was not the least bit embarrassed by her appearance in front of her brother. Little did she know that he secretly lusted for her, and though his parents had never addressed it, he knew that to have such feelings for one's sibling was wrong. Still, seeing her so exposed, despite what had caused it—something he felt badly about—would not prevent him from masturbating later. Ken took a seat beside her, but not so close that he couldn't continue to gaze at her. * * * Katherine Kruger was supposed to have been called Kathy. Her brother was only two years older, and as toddlers, the most he could manage was "kaki." So, it stuck. And surprisingly, she loved it, particularly since her handsome brother had been the one to coin it. She was so grateful for the way their parents had raised them. Aside from her mother and father, Ken was the most important person in her life, and perhaps to some extent, even more so. Though their parents had taught them such openness, when she heard how her friends' parents treated them regarding dating, sex and such, it made her sometimes doubt how frank she could be with her own mom and dad, and so, her brother and best friend was often her confidant and the first person she talked to. Therefore, that was why she was willing to tell Ken what had happened earlier, and depending on what his reaction was would help determine how much she would tell her parents. Though Kaki was upset by what had transpired, knowing she had her brother—and her parents—to come home to made it all easier to handle. This was even more comforting when she noted that Ken, obviously thinking he had heard an intruder, had rushed down in only his sleeping boxers. She could see he was hard, no doubt, because of her dress, or what was left of it. It was thrilling to know she did that to him. If she was lucky, maybe his gorgeous cock—which she had glimpsed a few times—would snake out and the thought would give her something to masturbate about later. "Michael had a flask that he was sipping from all night," Kaki began. "He tried to get me to drink from it. I had a taste, but I didn't like it, so I didn't drink any. I didn't think he was drunk, but I guess he was, because when we all went to the lakefront after the dance, kissing wasn't enough. He started grabbing by boobs and tried to slide his hand up my dress. Anyway, I kicked him in the balls and embarrassed him in front of everyone. When I ran off, he grabbed onto both ends of my dress and this is what happened." She gestured to the torn garment. With a snicker, Ken praised her. "Good for you, Kaki. How did you get home?" "Stupid ass left his keys in his car. I parked it a few blocks away." She was chuckling also. "So, are you okay?" "Well, I'm disappointed at the way the evening turned out, but I'll get over him." "Good girl." They sat quietly for a few moments before Ken asked, "You tired?" "No, actually, I'm kind of keyed up. I expected to be up most of the night. But if you want to go back to bed, I'll be okay." There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Not unless you want to be alone." Kaki swung her left arm out, tapping her brother on his shoulder in a gesture of disbelief. "When would I ever rather be alone over being with you?" "I'm sure there are times." Ken couldn't help but notice that her arm movement separated her dress from her breast a little more. She made no attempt to fix it, and he enjoyed the inch or so more of skin that was revealed. "I'm by myself enough that I don't pass up opportunities to be with you." He knew her statement was sincere and it made his heart soar. It mirrored his own feelings. Instinctively, each slid closer to the other. Ken suddenly cared more about being nearer to Kaki rather than stealing cheap glances at the parts of her tit and leg that were exposed. She leaned against him and he put his arm around her, and in so doing, her dress pulled even more away from her breast, and though it was not hanging out, looking down, he could see her nipple—and it was hard. "I don't know why I have such bad luck with boys," Kaki bemoaned. "What do you mean? You're one of the most attractive girls in your school. Guys are always asking you out." "But none that I want to have a lasting relationship with. And I don't want them to ask me out just because they think I'm attractive." She turned him, and now some of her right breast was exposed. "Do you know I've never had sex? And it isn't because of any noble reason such as wanting to wait until I get married, or because it's not proper. I just haven't come across a guy I want to do it with." "And there's nothing wrong with that," Ken confirmed. "But sex aside, what kind of guy are you looking for?" "I . . . I . . . I—" "If you don't know, it's okay." "I . . . I do know. I'm just embarrassed to say." "Why? Somebody like dad?" With a deep breath, Kaki admitted, "No, someone like . . . you." He didn't see that one coming. Now, it was his turn for a deep breath. "Well, I think you need to set your sights a little higher!" he quipped. "But I know what you mean. I wouldn't mind finding a girl like you." Kaki dipped her head down onto Ken's shoulder in a loving gesture. "Do you ever think that maybe mom and dad did us more harm than good raising us as they did? I mean, here we are on a Friday night, I'm home from my prom at midnight and you've been in all evening, all because we can't find anyone like us." Ken shrugged. "I'm very sorry your evening was ruined, but I'm not sorry to be sitting here with you on a Friday night." "Believe it or not, I think I prefer being here also. Somehow the thought of hanging out on the lakefront all night while many of my friends get shit-faced does not seem as exciting as it once did. And if any of my friends heard me say I'd rather be home with my brother than out with them, they'd think I was nuts." "Well, then, there's the answer to your question about the way mom and dad raised us," Ken noted with some authority. "You could be out at the lakefront, but you chose not to stay. Likewise, I could be out with friends, but prefer not to be. It's a conscious decision. We weren't raised not to do certain things, we were taught to make our own decisions based on the values our parents held, which are way more open than most people might think." "You're so smart," Kaki said dreamily. Then, a moment later, "Ah, if only . . ." "If only what?" She hadn't realized she'd said it aloud. "Oh, nothing. It doesn't matter. But," she added slowly standing up, I need to get out of this dress." Appraising herself, she noted, "Although, from the looks of it, I'm nearly out of it already." "Nothing wrong with that." "What? That I'm nearly out of it already? You like seeing me half naked?" Grinning, Kaki wiggled her hips and stuck her leg out as much as the rip up the side would allow. She could see the head of his cock trying to worm out of the front slit in his boxers, but he was too busy watching her to notice. She decided to tease him more by placing her hand on her side—instead of her hip—as far down as that slit permitted, which nearly completely exposed her left breast. However, as she continued to dance suggestively, her hand accidentally tore her dress more all the way down to meet the other tear, severing the garment so that it was completely open on the left side. It spread open to display her blue bikini panties that matched the color of her dress and her eyes. Her provocative twirling caused the hem to get caught in between her legs, which in turn sent her tumbling into her brother's lap. She landed with her breasts completely exposed, her left pressed against Ken's bare chest. She could feel his hard dick nudged against her leg. She liked it. They found themselves gazing into one another's eyes, and though they had done that a thousand times, at this moment, they were looking deeper, as though into each other's soul. Something came over Kaki, though she was not sure what. Ken reached for the torn flap of her dress to cover her, but she stopped him. "No!" Kaki pleaded, "let me . . . for just a moment." Ken's raised eyebrows would have suggested he was questioning his little sister's motive. But they were two of a kind and he understood, approved, and he had similar feelings. He couldn't help but marvel over the view of her breast, a full, rounded mound that rose off of her chest, no sag, topped with a small, quarter-sized areola and a hard, eraser-like nipple. God, it was beautiful . . . like everything else about her. They continued their stare into one another's eyes for long moments. Inevitably, their lips met. It was just a quick kiss, something they had also done a thousand times. But there was something about this one that tasted different. Like another; a longer taste. It was apparent to both that something was happening to them, something overwhelming, something that had been brewing, but waited until this moment to peak. As passion built, Kaki adjusted her position by maneuvering around so that she was straddling his lap, her lips never leaving his. She pulled her dress open, allowed both now completely bare breasts to mash against Ken's chest. Her left hand eased down to touch the tip of his cock that her position change caused to fully poke out of his boxers. She relished the gooey liquid that was oozing out, smearing it all over the mushroom head with still enough left to pull back and coat her nipples. She could feel his monster pulse when he saw her do that. Ken knew they shouldn't be doing this, but he was powerless to stop it. Instead, his hands went up to cup her magnificent breasts. He could see a wet spot forming in the crotch of her panties. How far would they allow this to go? The answer came immediately. "Ken, is that you down there?" Kaki's face went from ecstatic contentment to sheer terror in less than a second. But Ken calmly responded, "Yeah, mom, thought I heard something—" Kaki was shaking her head vehemently and mouthing; don't tell her I'm home. —but it was nothing." "Thought I did too," she called down. "Probably me you heard. Sorry, if I woke you." "Okay. She won't be home for a while. You don't have to wait up." Ken could hear the humor in her voice. With a forced chuckle, he said, "Okay, mom. I'll be up shortly." "Goodnight, son." "Night, mom." Kaki let out a huge, quiet sigh of relief and fell against her brother, resting her head on his shoulder. "That was close," she said, now in a whisper. "I guess we better get on up to bed." "Probably a good idea. Let me go first to make certain she's back asleep, and then you can come up." "Okay." But before she got up, she dragged her tits across his chest and kissed him again, with tongue. "I don't regret this." "Nor do I." * * * However, lying in bed an hour later, still awake, though Ken still had no regrets, he did have concerns. As a 20 year-old male, and like most men his age, he was constantly horny, and had been for years. Of course there were guys out there that were not perennially aroused who had girls to regularly have sex with, but he was certain that he was in the majority. Sure, he had his good friend on the end of his wrist who was always willing to oblige his sexual desires, and while masturbating spelled R-E-L-I-E-F, it wasn't the S-A-T-I-S-F-A-C-T-I-O-N a soft, wet, warm pussy provided. The point was, given this invariant state of arousal he always felt he was in, did he allow what happened between he and Kaki because of it, or was he really so enamored of his sister that if she wanted to be that close to him, he wanted to be the same with her. The problem was, he couldn't be certain, and he didn't want to allow such things to happen between them for the wrong reasons, not that he expected such a thing to happen again. He believed Kaki was just in an unusual mood as a result of what had happened to her. Still, there was something about that incident that was different; as though something had come over him. His mind continued to ponder these notions for who knows how long. He must have finally fallen asleep because he didn't remember dawn breaking, but when he opened his eyes again, it was clearly well into morning. Further awakening was enticed by the smells of coffee and breakfast wafting up from downstairs. Realizing that further sleep would be elusive, Ken rolled out of bed, sitting for a moment to allow his morning wood to subside so he could take his first piss before heading down. Surprisingly, though his dick relaxed enough for him to accomplish the task at hand, it did not go completely flaccid. It remained at half mast, but he headed downstairs anyway, hoping it would ease the rest of the way by the time he got there. Perhaps if his mind quit replaying that hour-long rendezvous in the middle of the night, it would help. However, when he reached the kitchen and saw his mother from the rear bent over the oven, the tank top she normally slept in (just as did Kaki) billowing out so he could see up from the bottom her full breasts hanging, not to mention her shapely ass in night shorts, and his willow was an oak again. He quickly took a seat at the kitchen counter before greeting his parents good morning. His dad, similarly dressed as Ken in only boxers, lowered the newspaper. "Good morning, son." His mom pivoted around, not standing, and now he could see down the front of her top. His cock pulsed. She echoed her husband's greeting. Ken's parents were attractive people, just as he and Kaki were. This was their normal Saturday morning routine, being leisurely, in their bed clothes. He had seen his mother dressed this way innumerable times. So, why this morning did he have a raging hard on? Was his brain still subconsciously reliving last night? He didn't think so. But something was going on. Something had happened. "So, what do you think you heard last night?" Kate asked her son. "What? You heard something?" his fathered asked, again lowering the newspaper. "I don't know," Ken responded. "I was reading in bed. Probably just my imagination. But I thought it prudent to investigate. Sorry again if I made too much noise." "I'm surprised I heard anything," Kate said, leaning on her elbows on the counter, her breasts pressing together and bulging out of her top. Again it was something Ken had seen a hundred times, so why was it affecting him this morning? He looked his mother directly in her deep green eyes. Even though her red hair was not fixed to her normal perfection, it still framed her face in an exquisitely attractive picture. He had always known she was beautiful. But this morning it was as though he was seeing her for the first time in high definition instead of standard definition. "You okay?" Kate asked because of the way he was looking at her. Ken shook his head as though to clear it. "I'm not sure I'm awake yet. I think I need coffee." Momentarily forgetting the pole tenting his boxers, he stood and stepped over to pour a cup. A Nice Family "Something on your mind this morning, son?" Kurt asked. "No," he answered guiltily, wondering if perhaps his mother had heard more last night than she let on. "Why?" "Oh, you seem a little . . . sure of yourself." Ken turned to see his dad nodding his head at his son's crotch. "Oops, sorry." He fumbled to adjust himself. "I'll bet that sure is something," his mother remarked. Quickly returning to his seat with his coffee, he looked at his mother again. She was grinning and winked at him. A sharp glance in the other direction saw his father smirking. Maybe he really wasn't awake. Maybe this was still a dream. "I bet it is, too." Everyone turned sharply toward the door. Kaki was standing there dressed identically to her mother, nipples straining against and vaguely visible through the thin material. "Sweetie, are you just getting home?" Kate asked, surprised. "No, I got in around two-ish." "Why so early?" Kurt wanted to know. "Something happen?" "Yeah, Michael got a little tipsy and thought that since some of his friends were scoring with their dates that he could too. Unfortunately, my dress paid the price, but my virtue is still intact." Then she grinned. "Although, I imagine his balls are pretty sore this morning. I think I kicked a one hundred yard field goal!" Kurt was chuckling. "And he'll have to come here and face all of us to ask for the keys to his car back. He refused to take me home, but the asshole left his keys in his car." "That's my girl," Kate said, stepping over and putting her arm around her daughter. But all Ken noticed was both of their nipples poking out so strongly he thought the bullets might rip right through their shirts. "I'll have to give him a piece of my mind." Kaki came up behind Ken mashing her tits into his back and wrapping her arms around him. "Appreciated, but not necessary. I think just you and Dad standing there with sneers as I give him back his keys will make a stronger statement." "Intimidation," Kurt noted. "I like the way you think." But again, all Ken was aware of was Kaki's knockers drilling into his back. And again, he wondered what was coming over him. * * * Returning to bed after breakfast, not so much because she was still sleepy, but rather she really had nothing else to do, Kaki was also aware of changes taking place. For her, she enjoyed the hour with Ken after arriving home way more than the evening that preceded it, even ignoring the incident at the lakefront with Michael. In fact, the time with her brother made her all but forget her disappointing date, and she would have been able to let it go altogether if it were not for the reminder of her ruined dress on a chair in the corner. Kaki and Ken had been brought up to be close, loving siblings—and they were. They had never been contentious, although they did have occasional differences. And while they were no strangers to hugs and kisses, last night had gone way beyond anything they had ever done. For her, she had never experienced such emotion, such arousal, such love—not the familial kind—with any other boy. She felt as though she should be having doubts about it, but didn't, couldn't; she had just enjoyed it too much. And she wanted it to happen again. Realistically, Kaki knew she should allow time to pass, let the dust settle, to see if it was just her spoiled evening looking for redemption with the first person available, or if it had been real. One thing was for certain: Ken had not pushed her away nor attempted to stop it, although, he did seem a bit out of sorts this morning in the kitchen. She would at least have to talk to him. * * * Back in their bedroom getting ready to run their Saturday errands, Kate said to her husband, "I think it's beginning." Kurt looked up from shaving, saw his wife drying herself outside of the shower stall. Her incredible body never ceased to thrill and excite him. He looked in her eyes, considering the meaning of her statement, but momentarily lost his train of thought as he took in her magnificent nude form. Reeling himself back, he merely nodded in response to what she had said. He knew exactly what she meant. * * * Still in bed in her tank top and shorts, Kaki got up after her parents announced they were off to run errands. "Have fun," she called out, amused at their "errands." More often than not, they had nothing else to do so they went to their favorite stores and/or the mall and just looked. It was their little outing that they enjoyed, which always included lunch somewhere. The children were always welcomed to accompany them, but Kaki and Ken knew their mother and father so looked forward to these Saturday excursions that they allowed them their time together. Only on rare occasions did brother and sister go along. Conveniently, the second floor of their home had the master bedroom suite and guest room down the hall to the right of the stairs and the children's rooms down the left corridor. Though the layouts of Kaki's and Ken's bedrooms were nearly identical, the doorways had been cleverly placed at opposite ends of the wall so one did not look into the other. Stepping into the hallway, she saw her brother's door slightly ajar, so she walked the few steps and peered in. He also was still in bed, though sitting up reading. He was an avid reader. Kaki merely walked in, lifted the covers and eased in. It was another act they had done with each other many times, usually just to talk. On this occasion, she slid a little closer than usual. She reached up and rubbed the palm of her hand on his chest. Ken glanced down, then toward her looking up at him. Before he completely turned his head back to his book, he swung it back, this time aiming his vision at her breasts bulging out of her top. "Give me a minute to finish this chapter," he said, though from this moment on, concentration would be difficult at best. Kaki withdrew her hand to use it to remove her tank top completely, tossing it on the floor. She returned her head to its resting place in her left palm atop her extended forearm. Ken did another double take. "What are you doing?" "You're topless." He looked down at himself, gave it a second's thought, and then said, "Fair enough." His return to reading became futile. "But now I can't read." "I'm not going anywhere. You can finish and then look at my tits." "Why do you think I want to look at your tits?" "Just a hunch." Kaki shrugged. "And maybe wishful thinking on my part." "Okay. Why do you want me to look at your tits?" Good as the book was, this conversation was getting even better. He stuck his bookmark in, set the publication on his night stand, and then eased down assuming a mirror position to hers. "It made me feel good last night. Just wanted to see if it still did." "Does it?" "It does." "Why?" Kaki's palm slid across her forehead covering her face, hiding her embarrassment. "None of the boys I ever kissed made me feel the way you did last night." "Are you sure that just wasn't a reaction to the unexpected turn of events your evening took?" "I honestly don't know," Kaki responded, reaching over to again toy with his chest and left nipple. She felt her own nipples hardening, and saw that Ken noticed also. When he didn't stop her, she added, "but I hope it wasn't. I really liked the way it felt and I want to feel it again." Ken nodded his understanding. He couldn't disagree with her. He felt almost exactly the same. However, with those two splendid mounds staring at him, her nipples so hard and pointed as to look like projectiles, it was not easy to concentrate. Recalling his earlier thoughts regarding the impetus for their activity last night and their subsequent feelings, he asked, "Did you feel something come over you last night? I mean, we've always been close, sis, but nothing has ever led us in the direction we took last night." "I did," Kaki answered, as though she completely understood. "I mean, I didn't come home with the intention of doing what I did, what we did. But then, when we gazed into each other's eyes, it felt like the thing to do. It felt right." "And now?" "I want it to still feel right." She allowed her head to dip. "How about you?" Kaki's glorious tits were simply irresistible. Ken could not help but reach out and fondle the uppermost one and gently thumb her nipple. She looked up, a warm smile gracing her lips. Ken had never been a groper with girls he dated; however, there had been a number of girls who had indirectly let him know that they would be receptive, and likewise others whom he just had to touch. The point was, he had never felt any that were as firm, yet soft, or any that just felt right in his hands as did Kaki's. The question was, was it because they really were unique or that they belonged to his sister and that made them something that was taboo and all the more desirable? Whatever this discussion about something coming over them causing them to do things brothers and sisters were not supposed to do was, either it was coming over her again at this moment, or more likely, it had never left her, because Kaki could stand it no longer. She squirmed closer to Ken pushing him onto his back and attacked his lips with a ferocity and desire she had not even felt last night. He responded similarly. She drew her right leg up, draping it over his crotch, feeling the massive hard on between his legs. That aroused her all the more. Her hands sought his and she rotated their arms up above their heads as far as the bed would allow. Her lips never leaving his, she eased completely on top of him, her breasts flattening against his chest. His cock was standing straight up as much as his boxers would allow. Her pussy could feel the heat emanating from it. Kaki slid down slowly until her crotch made contact with his steel rod. She bent her neck to lick and suck his nipple and she felt his dick pulse, most likely emitting a stream of pre-cum. With passion overwhelming her, Kaki no longer cared that, because Ken was her brother, this was taboo. She eased off of him on his right side and instantly fished his beautifully straight cock out of the slit in the front of his boxers rather than pulling his shorts down to maintain some semblance of properness. She was right. It was bubbling clear liquid. Leaning in, she rubbed the head of his penis, and thus, the viscous goo on each of her own nipples until each was covered. Watching her brother's face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure, she knew he was probably ready to explode. His cock still oozing, Kaki rubbed the gunk all over his shaft and then pumped it as she had spied him doing a number of times. As his breathing quickened, so did her hand. Ken knew he should have stopped this long ago, knew he should stop it now . . . or now . . . or now. But this wasn't just a girl giving him a handjob, this wasn't just siblings playing you-show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine, this was his beautiful sister whom he loved more than anything touching him like he'd never been touched before. Her grip was firm, though gentle, purposeful though loving, and he was powerless to halt it. Resigning himself to that knowledge, he couldn't help but let his geyser burst. Feeling Ken's cock expand, Kaki knew he was close. Her arm was just long enough to continue pumping him while her lips sought his. She had given a couple of guys handjobs before. But they had just been that: a girl being nice and getting a guy off. This was not one of those meaningless times, this was love and she wanted to feel it. And she did so through their kiss. Most of his cum landed on his abdomen and some on her arm. He emitted throaty moans through their kissing and she continued the mouth action until he was completely spent and soft again. Somewhere along the way, he had wrapped his arms around her to further impart his emotion, his love. Moving her hand up his abdomen, she felt an unbelievable amount of pearly ejaculate puddling in his belly. When she lifted her head to see, Kaki was amazed by the volume. Her own passion not yet diffused, she impulsively shoved her shorts down and off, mounted his stomach, rested her yearning pussy in the puddle of his love juice and began sliding her hips forward and back rubbing her clit against his skin. She was on the pill so she had no fear if any made its way inside her; Ken knew it as well. No stranger to masturbation, Kaki did it enough to enjoy the great feeling the act produced. Though she was still technically a virgin—she had popped her own cherry sneaking her mom's dildo—she had always somehow felt that as satisfying as self-gratification was, it would not compare to an actual fuck from a real penis. However, as she had revealed to Ken last night, she had simply not found a boy she was willing to go all the way with. While this was not actual sex, it was already feeling a hundred times better than masturbation. Leading up to her orgasm, she was experiencing indescribable feelings like she had never before known. Once again, to complete the act, she bent down to press her lips to Ken's. As before, he put his arms around her, but this time, he slid his right hand down behind her to further stimulate her clit with his finger. Just the touch of his digit had her exploding a second later in the most satisfy orgasm she had ever experienced. So enjoyable was it, she actually felt herself ejaculating something to mix with his already there. Sitting up, she breathlessly murmured, "God, that was incredible," and then collapsed on top of him. As her abdomen made contact with his, Ken felt their combined juices mash together and spread along their skin and it felt marvelous. He wrapped his arms around her once more, holding her tightly. At this moment, he felt such emotion, such love as he had never felt for another person. Every nerve in his body tingled, his heart fluttered, his head was pounding, and he never wanted to let go of her. They remained together until all of their expelled body fluids dried, and then a while longer. Neither had fallen asleep. They simply felt a closeness like never before that neither wanted to end. It wasn't until the quiet stillness of the house was disturbed by the seemingly distant, but unique sound of the garage door opening, signaling that their parents were returning. Had they been together that long? "Aw, hell," Kaki complained, as she slowly sat up. In no hurry, knowing she had time, she eased off of Ken and the bed, gathered her clothing, and leaned over to kiss him again. "Guess I'll go shower this off, much as I hate to." Before she strutted out of his room naked, just as they heard their parents entering the house, she said, "To be continued." * * * Cool showers provided the siblings with a measure of control over their emotions and newer intense feelings about each other; that and the fact that their parents were home all afternoon performing chores and what not. Kaki wore a daytime version of her nightclothes: short shorts and a tank top, no bra, and it was a safe bet, no underwear. Kate was dressed similarly, having changed upon returning from their errands. The men simply wore t-shirts and knee-length shorts. With whatever had come over Kaki Friday governing her thinking, and her parents presence restricting activity between her and Ken, she started seeing her family in a new light. It began when she saw her dad and her brother outside on the patio facing each other and talking. In those few minutes, she realized that she could have been watching one or the other looking at himself in a full-length mirror. They were the same height with nearly the same build, although Kurt was a tad stockier. She further noticed that he was certainly as handsome as Ken. She'd always known that her dad was a good-looking man, but now, seeing him with Ken in this new light made her almost envious of her mother. Kate had an attractive man who was loving, a wonderful caretaker, ace husband, who—if the sounds that frequently came from their bedroom were any clue—was also great in bed. Kaki wanted the same, but society's morals frowned on that. Focusing now more on her dad, Kaki wondered if she was blindfolded would his kisses be any different than Ken's. Hmmm. "You see something new out there?" Kate asked, stepping beside her daughter and putting her arm around the girl's shoulder. The question struck Kaki as odd. Her mother could see what she was looking at. What was she really asking? "Actually, I do. Just noticing how alike Ken and dad are. They could almost be brothers." Kate smiled. "Yeah, we have a couple of great guys, don't we?" "What do you mean?" Kaki asked. It came out a bit defensively, and she wondered if her mother was implying something. Did she know what her children had been doing? "Your father and brother, my husband and son; our men." "Oh, right." Still watching their men, Kaki had a thought. "Are we that much alike?" With her warm, motherly smile, Kate turned her daughter to face her, just as were the men. "What do you see? Is it like looking in the mirror?" Kaki studied her mother up close. "Amazingly similar. Except you're an inch or so taller, and I wish I had your bigger tits." Kate reached out and cupped her daughter's breasts caressingly. "I'm not that much bigger and yours are not small by any stretch of the imagination. But be careful what you wish for. And as far as taller and bigger go, you still have some growing to do." It took Kaki by surprise, her mother touching her breasts. Only it didn't feel so motherly. And she was not quick to let go. But what amazed Kaki even more was, she felt a small arousal from her mom's hands. Seeing her daughter's confused expression, Kate asked her, "I'm sorry. Did that bother you?" as she let go. "No," was Kaki's non-committal response. "Do you like having your breasts touched?" Ever alert, Kaki answered, "Well, it's not like I let people do it all the time." "Oh, come on, you've never had a boy cop a feel? Any boy?" Her parents had always been straightforward with her about any subject and had always encouraged her to be the same with them, as evidenced by this conversation. And she always had. But now, for some reason, she found it awkward. Subconsciously, of course, she knew that some of the reason was Ken. Kaki started to answer negatively, then thought better of it and said, "Actually, that's what started it all Friday night. And just so you know, it was less about him trying than the crude method of his attempt." "Well, I'm glad to hear that," Kate said, "because motive is everything." * * * "Oh, wow, did mom just grab Kaki's tits?" Ken asked his dad in astonishment. "I don't know," Kurt replied. "I wasn't looking." "I could swear that's what I saw." "Okay, well, if she did, I'm sure it's because they were talking about their breasts or some related subject," Kurt explained with no doubts. "I guess I never really paid attention before," Ken observed, "but mom and Kaki are built very much alike, breasts included." Noticing his son still looking, and then glancing at the girls himself, Kurt agreed. "I would say you are correct." Returning his attention to Ken, he added, "You becoming a breast man?" Ken turned back to his dad, regarded him a moment, then smirked. "Hard not to with women like them running around the house, especially the way they dress." "So, whose are you looking at?" With a sheepish grin, Ken said, "Don't know if I should answer that." "You just did." Ken nodded, unsure if he had just incriminated himself. "Well, don't let tits—and ass—be your only attraction to a woman. Doesn't necessarily make her good in bed, or a good woman in general. Let those two factors, not necessarily in that order, be your priorities. If you're lucky, you'll get them all." A Nice Family "Looks like you did with mom." Kurt merely smiled proudly. So, did I, Ken thought. If only society didn't think it was so wrong. * * * Both conversations were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, which the men could hear from out on the patio. The guys and the girls all traded questioning looks, but all thought they knew who the caller probably was. Kurt and Ken went in and followed Kaki to the front door, with Kate bringing up the rear. She couldn't help noticing the nice asses of her two men. A quick look through the peep hole confirmed the visitor. "It's him," Kaki whispered. She grabbed the keys on a nearby table and held them behind her back. If the expression on his face was any indication, Michael Ryder clearly had not expected to be greeted by the entire Kruger family. It was a bit unnerving. "Hello, Kaki," he politely offered, merely nodding to the others. "I've come to get my keys," he went on when no one said anything. Her voice as cold as the iceberg that sank the Titanic, Kaki said, "I think you owe me an apology first." Michael was taken aback by her statement, but he couldn't say what came to mind with the men in her family looking like they would rip his heart out of his chest if he so much as made one wrong move. Instead, he said, "Maybe I did have a bit too much to drink." "That's an excuse, not an apology," Kaki shot back. "You—" Michael bit his tongue. "Look, can we talk privately?" "Why? You chicken to say what you have to say in front of my family?" "This is between us." "There is no us." Kaki made him sweat a minute before heaving a heavy, dramatic huff. She led him down the walk—keeping his keys from his view—out of her family's range of hearing, but not out of their sight. "Okay, talk," she commanded. "You embarrassed the hell out of me Friday night." His voice almost sounded like a whiney toddler. "Didn't your mother ever teach you it's not polite to grab?" she spat back. "You know you wanted it." Kaki now noticed the car parked in front of the next door neighbor's house with two of his friends in it. So, he wanted to put on a show for them. "You can try to hang this on me all you want and show off for your friends, but whether I wanted it or not, that was not the way to find out and you know it." "You bitch!" "Aw, I was going to give you your keys anyway, even though you're acting like an asshole, just to show I'm not a vengeful person, and then you had to go and say that." "You better give me my keys, bitch." "Oh, and what are you going to do?" She'd never known him to be a bully, a tough guy, or particularly violent. She was certain this was all a put on for his friends, even though they couldn't hear. "You don't want to know." "Oh, well, then I guess I am appropriately frightened," Kaki said smugly. "So, I take it you're not going to apologize." "You can take it . . . to the bank!" He laughed at his own stupid joke. "Well, then if you're not going to apologize, neither am I." And with lightning speed, before Michael knew what Kaki was doing, she hauled off kicked him in the nuts, she was certain, harder than she had Friday night. He doubled over in pain, clutching his scrotum. "There goes your keys," she barked, throwing them over his head into the middle of the street. As she turned to walk back into the house, she stopped at the front door, then spun around again and shouted, "Hope you find your car now that you have your keys." Michael attempted to straighten up as though he was going to go after her, but aside from the fact that the excruciating pain prevented it, her brother, who was bigger and better built took a step out of the house. "You won't get away with this, bitch!" He then limped doubled-over into the street to retrieve his keys. A minute later, he was in his friend's car speeding off. "I'll have a chat with his mother," Kate said once they were all back inside and the door closed. "Not necessary," Kaki said. "He's too much of a wuss to do anything." "He'll have me to deal with if he does," Ken stated boldly. 'Okay," Kate said. * * * No one in the Kruger family thought any more of the incident for the rest of the weekend. However, during that time, both Kaki's and Ken's sexual awakening continued. She resumed her observations of her family through dinner as they discussed vacation venues, deciding on nothing more than someplace near or on the water. Following the meal, the Kruger Saturday night ritual for anyone who was home was to watch a movie together. They all crawled onto their big U-shaped sectional sofa whose ottomans filled in the inside of the "U" making a huge bed. Generally, the parents claimed either end, unless it was a romantic movie in which case they snuggled together on one end. Tonight's comedy had Kate on one end, Ken next, then Kaki and Kurt on the opposite end. Having seen the film a couple of times before, Kaki pretended to watch, but her mind was preoccupied with her new awareness of her family. She occasionally stole sidelong glances at her dad and brother, but couldn't see her mother without being too obvious. She was now seeing so much of her adorable brother in her dad, just more mature, and she was certain, way more experienced. That was an arousing thought. Kaki had always believed that her virginity would be taken by a boy her own age, someone no more experienced than she. Leading up to Friday night, there was a possibility it would have even happened then, although she had really hoped for something more romantic and meaningful than on and under blankets on the lakefront. The incident, of course, changed all that, and last night and this morning with her brother had her now thinking she wanted it to be Ken, who perhaps was a bit more experienced and certainly someone she really loved. Now observing her dad all day, and with whatever had come over her, the notion of an experienced man was beginning to have some appeal. But she could not ponder that idea long because she found herself becoming aroused. What did that mean? * * * Without either knowing, Ken's thoughts were running a parallel course. Here he was sandwiched between the two most beautiful women in the world and there was nothing he could do about it. And even if he could, he was uncertain whether he should. And even if he could convince himself that he should, then he couldn't decide which one. Kaki was unquestionably a teen hottie. There wasn't one of his friends who hadn't made a comment about wanting to fuck her, or at least, whistled a wolf call at her. Of course, they were careful doing such things around Ken because they knew he was very protective of his little sister and didn't want to risk incurring his wrath. But he knew they did these things behind his back. And the truth was, he was secretly proud that he had a sibling that his friends lusted after, nor could he really blame them because he felt the same about her as they did. And then there was his mother, whom he really just started to notice today. Well, that wasn't exactly true. Of course, he recognized what a gorgeous creature she was, and had done so years ago, from the time he had gone through puberty, if not sooner. And needless to say, he had spent time attempting to glimpse her with little or no clothes on . . . and he had . . . and he had never been disappointed. Had he spilled a few drops of semen because of that? Absolutely, and more than just a few drops. But he hadn't thought of doing more—until now. However, whether he would have a real opportunity with Kaki or his mother really didn't matter; because it was wrong. And so far, he just couldn't get over that . . . much as he might want to. * * * But that didn't stop Ken Kruger from dreaming. He couldn't help the visions of reverie his mind conjured up. And the fantasy of his mother grasping his hard cock by its root, holding it up and taking swipes with her tongue had him hoping he would never wake up. His dilemma was, it felt so real, so incredibly fantastic; it was too good to be a dream. A mental tug-o-war raged: remain in slumber or awaken to verify the reality of the feeling. In the end, there was no way this could be any more than reality, except the wonder of why his mother would be fondling his dick while he slept, particularly when she had to have a much better plaything with his dad's tool. That was the final inducement for him to find out. Reluctantly, Ken opened his eyes. His emotions were mixed at the sight of Kaki as she dragged her tongue over the helmet of his penis as though she was licking an ice cream cone. However, whatever disappointment he felt because it was not his mom, as his sister continued this unexpected, though knowledgeable tongue action, which felt really good, it no longer mattered whose mouth it was, and the image of his mom faded gracefully from his mind. With this sudden awakening, he had no idea when in time they were, and that caused caution and concern to set in. Sensing Ken's wakefulness, and looking up to see the pleasure she was giving him marred by worry, Kaki explained, "Mom and dad are at the grocery." That also told Ken that it was Sunday morning, which was their parents' weekly grocery shopping excursion. It usually filled two hours as they visited two to three stores claiming no one grocery had everything they needed. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked. "Sorry," Kaki grinned. "I just couldn't wait; too much excitement yesterday." "And why are you doing . . . what you're doing?" "You know what most guys want to do when they take you out?" Kaki asked rhetorically and she lay down beside him, never relinquishing her grasp of his cock. Stroking it occasionally, she went on, "They sucker you by offering to take you to a movie, maybe even dinner, but then they always conveniently can't think of anything else to do, so you know where you end up?" "Parked at the lakefront?" With a smug smile, Kaki continued, "'So, we can get to know each other better.' But what they really want to know is how their hands feel on your tits and how their dick feels with your hand wrapped around it, and if they're really lucky getting it inside your mouth. I don't think any of the girls I know have fallen for it. The only girls who do it are the ones that already wanted to—only a couple I know. And you know what everybody thinks of them? They're ho's or sluts. I don't want to be thought of that way. But I am fascinated by a penis, and what better one to start with than yours?" And with that, she leaned over and stuffed as much of Ken's cock in her mouth as she could, and then slowly withdrew making sure her lips and tongue dragged up the surface of his shaft. Ken let out a high-pitched moan of delight. "Well, for someone who's just starting, you seem to know pretty well what you're doing." She grinned. "I've been doing research." And then, she swallowed him again. "I'm not ready to deep throat yet." He shook his head at the irony. "Do you even like doing what you're doing?" With a wicked smile, Kaki countered, "The question is, do you?" "If you're asking does it feel good, the answer is an enthusiastic yes." But he said it with a frown. "The problem is, I'm not sure we should be doing this." Kaki looked up sharply, somewhat surprised by his statement. "You mean because we're siblings?" "Yes," he responded as though there could be no doubt. Ken pulled her up. "Can we talk about this?" But all Kaki did was move her mouth from his dick to his mouth, kissing him passionately. "What's gotten into you?" "Am I being bad?" "I just thought I knew you better." "It's like we discussed yesterday. Friday night was an awakening." "Which part?" Ken wanted to know. "Kissing you. It was like the prince kissing Sleeping Beauty. You awakened something in me. I don't know how else to describe it. I've never had an aversion to sex or anything sexual, but I never had anything to get me started. You lit my flame." Kaki gave a pouting frown. "And now you want to douse it." "Mom and dad always brought us up to know right from wrong." "They never said this was wrong." Rolling his eyes, Ken said, "Not specifically." "But then, it never really came up in conversation." Kaki shrugged. "Okay, well, if you want me to stop." She let go of his cock. He frowned. "As I thought." "My dilemma is, I don't know where to draw the line," Ken revealed. "I mean, this . . . this is not intercourse, which seems to be where many people draw the line. But is that just an excuse?" Kaki could see that her brother really was confused. "Wow. You're serious, aren't you? So, what about Friday night and yesterday morning?" "Those just happened. But now, we've—I've—had time to think about it. And I'm having to wrestle with my conscience." "Maybe you shouldn't think about it." She thought for a moment. "What if mom and dad were okay with it?" "Well, I sure as hell wouldn't go ask them. Hey, mom," Ken mimicked, "I'm going to go upstairs and fuck Kaki's brains out, okay? I don't think that would go over to well." Kaki heaved a heavy sigh. "So, our parents raised us to be open about everything, but the one thing we want to be open about is the single subject that is taboo." She shook her head. "That sucks!" And with that, she arose and returned to her room, leaving a perplexed Ken unfulfilled. * * * The remainder of the day was dismal for the young redheaded female. Her sexual awakening evolved into an amazing realization as the hours progressed. It became clear to her that this new carnal hunger was less about simply wanting to now have sex as much as it was about who she wanted to have sex with: certainly her brother, Ken, because he was the boy of her dreams. But as she observed her mother and father throughout the day, she knew she wanted to experience love-making with her father because she could only fantasize how incredible an experienced man would be. And to her surprise, even though she had never considered sex beyond that, there was something about her mother that made her want to know the love of a woman. So, she had a loving family that she could not love the way she wanted to. What to do about it? Approaching her parents would not be easy. That would take deep consideration and in-depth planning. Ken, on the other hand, was much more attainable. A few more sessions such as Friday night, Saturday morning and almost this morning and it would not be long before she felt his delicious cock sliding into her yearning pussy. But first, Kaki had to rectify leaving her brother this morning. An opportunity presented itself in the late afternoon. The Kruger's almost always grilled out on Sunday evenings. It was as much a ritual as her parents' errands on Saturday mornings and their family movies on Saturday nights. The entire family usually always sat out on the patio while Kurt cooked the Sunday meal. When her father was outside lighting the gas grill, her mother was in the kitchen preparing the food that would be placed on it. Within five minutes, Kate would join her husband on the patio. Sometime after that, Ken and Kaki would follow. As Ken stepped out of his room to go outside, he first stopped in the bathroom he shared with his sister to relieve himself. Kaki followed an instant later, tailing him into the bathroom. He had his dick out, but when he saw her, he started to stuff it back in. "You're going to get modest on me now?" Kaki asked, incredulously "What are you turning into a pervert now? Want to watch me pee?" Ken retorted with the same skepticism. "I feel bad about walking out on you this morning." "And watching me pee is going to make you feel better?" With a disbelieving shake of her head, she commanded, "Turn around." Though he hadn't shoved his penis back inside his pants, he had covered it with his hands. To his frown of incomprehension, Kaki merely twisted him back toward the toilet, reached around swatting his hands out of the way, grabbed his flaccid cock and began tugging on it. He was hard in seconds. Starting to jerk him off, she noted that it was dry, so she lifted her hand to her mouth, spit in it, then worked the saliva up and down his shaft. Kaki repeated this two more times until he was well lubricated. When she returned to stroking him, it seemed her spit made him swell even more. "Uh, mom and dad are home this time," he warned. "You know they're on the patio grilling and won't come in until the food is done," Kaki unnecessarily reminded. "Are you not enjoying this? Do you want me to stop?" She pulled her hand away for emphasis. Ken smirked, giving a perfunctory glance out of the bathroom door, which Kaki had left open. "I'll risk it." "Thought you might," Kaki grinned, resuming her handjob. "I'm still not . . . sure why you . . . want to do this." His voice was strained as he concentrated on what his sister was doing. "I told you. You awakened me sexually." "Just that little bit of fooling around?" "Yes. Plus I've had two days now to think about it and I know I'm ready—really ready—to have sex. And the first person I want to have it with is you." "I was afraid you were going to say that," Ken said with a small grimace. A larger one couldn't make it through the pleasure he was beginning to feel from Kaki's hand. "Wouldn't you want to have sex with me?" she whispered in his ear, resting her chin on his shoulder. She then reached around with her left hand to fondle his balls. "From the standpoint that you're a desirable woman who shows every sign that she'd be great in bed, yes." "But because I'm your sister . . ." "And you don't see anything wrong with that?" "I get that its taboo, I really do. But isn't my hand wrapped around your sexy cock right now just as bad? I mean, siblings aren't supposed to do this either, are they?" "Well, I guess you're right," Ken groaned. "So, you're saying, how much worse is sex?" Kaki chuckled. "Actually, sex would not be worse, it would be better." "Well, of course. But you know what I mean." "And that is exactly my point. And to take it one step farther, we're a protective family; you're a protective brother. I mean, look at Friday night. So, do you really want your little sister, whom you adore, getting boned by some creep like Michael?" "You make your point as delicately as ever." Kaki again brought her palm to her mouth, spit and applied more saliva to completely saturate his cock. With her lips to his ear again, she swiped his lobe with her tongue and whispered, "Just imagine this monster in my hand sliding in and out of my wet, juicy pussy." She slowed her stroking to enhance her words. "Wouldn't that be just the most exciting experience you've ever had? Fucking your sister! I'm getting wet just thinking about it." Listening to her, Ken's breathing quickened, and a second later, he blew his wad all over the toilet seat and lid, and still there was enough to drench Kaki's hand. She held up her cum-covered hand to her widened eyes, a big smile forming on her lips. Still breathing heavily, Ken gasped, "God, you're a fucking tease." "That was no tease. It was a bona fide offer. Do I have to beg?" Ken reached for a towel and first wiped the semen from his sister's hand, then cleaned himself. He then pulled her to him; one of the most important people in his life, his semi-flaccid cock nestled against her abdomen, looked her in the eye and said, "All you had to do was ask. You know I could never say no to you." Gazing deeply into his eyes, Kaki said softly, "I'm asking." She then pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss. When they finished, Ken pointed out, "We better get outside before they come looking for us." A Nice Family "Right." As they walked, Ken asked, "So, you said I was the first one you wanted to have sex with; do I want to know who is second?" "Dad," Kaki answered without skipping a beat. "Dad? Wow! You're getting to be quite a little taboo queen." "Dad's bad, right?" "No, he's probably very good. You should do him first. Undoubtedly, he's way more experienced." "I think he would take a lot more work than you did. But what I meant was, is it bad that I want to fuck my dad, too?" Ken shrugged. "I guess if you're into incest, then all family members are fair game." "Even mom?" He stopped short. "You want to do mom, too? When did you start liking girls?" "I'm not a lesbian. But there's just something about mom. She exudes this sexuality. We were talking about breast sizes yesterday and she cupped mine and I just felt this electric thrill." "I thought I saw her do that. Mom is hot. I have to admit I've kind of had my eye on her too." "Then you should go for her too." "I'm not sure I'm ready to do you, let alone her also." "But you said you would do me." "Yes, and I will. But I'm still not sure about it." "Well, then, I won't push you until you're ready." "Until I'm ready or you can't wait anymore?" "One or the other," Kaki smirked. * * * Apparently, the mere concession by Ken to have sex with Kaki was the major hurdle he needed to get over being comfortable with the fact that he was going to do it. It gave him such ease that he actually started to look forward to it. Without a doubt, he knew it would be good. But as good as he knew it would be, he couldn't help repeating Kaki's advice over in his mind. And that was that he should go for his mother. Kaki's other observation about their mom was also ringing in his ears: that their matriarch exuded this sexuality. He discreetly watched her during grilling and dinner. It was as though every move she made, whether sitting, standing, walking, was a sexual act. But he was also quick to realize that none of these moves were any different than they ever were. Obviously, this new awareness of Kaki's had also affected Ken. "What are you daydreaming about?" "You," Ken answered without even thinking. But he just as quickly came to his senses, and in that instant, he turned red with embarrassment when he realized he had answered his mother. A quick glance around provided some relief in seeing that they were alone at the table, so his dad or Kaki hadn't witnessed his faux pas. "I'm almost afraid to ask what," Kate said lightheartedly. Recovering quickly, Ken explained, "Just thinking how lucky I am to have a great and beautiful mom like you." "Aw, that's sweet, honey, thanks." She came around, leaned over, her tits rubbing—intentionally?—against his shoulder. Her kiss on his lips seemed more than motherly. Or was he just fantasizing? * * * Though the fantasy remained in the back of his mind, it became less pressing for Ken as Kaki stepped up her pressure on him during the week. It began with subtle gestures: a brush against him here, a touch there. Then after a couple of days, she ramped it up: cupping his balls through his pants, grabbing his cock while he was still clothed and finding it almost always hard, pinching his nipples, patting his ass. By Thursday, he couldn't take it any more so he started giving it back in kind. Little did he know, that had been her objective. In Kaki's mind, when he began returning her "signs of affection," he was ready. He actually took a step further than she had. On Friday morning, their parents left earlier than usual for work. Kaki was at the bathroom counter applying her make-up in the mirror when Ken entered. She was clad only in bikini panties and a lacy bra. There was barely enough room to pass by her to go into the part of the bathroom where the commode and bathtub were located, and that could be closed off so one of them could shower or use the toilet while the other used the sink and mirror. Still wearing his sleeping boxers and his morning wood, when he slipped by his sister, Ken intentionally pressed his hard cock against the crack of her ass. Glancing at him through the mirror, she smiled and her eyes widened. Since she voiced no objection, he rubbed himself up and down a few times, causing Kaki to halt what she was doing. To her further surprise, but not protest, his serpent slithered out of the slit in the front of his boxers and he directed it between her legs, which she spread slightly to give him better access. Kaki didn't know if her brother was merely toying with her or not, but it was starting to feel pretty good. "Go ahead, stick in; make my day." However, that had the opposite effect. He stopped. "It that really how you want it your first time?" Still eying him in the mirror, disappointedly, she answered, "I guess not. But you don't have to stop what you were doing." Ken made a face that said he hadn't considered that, but it was a good idea, so he did. A few minutes later, they both came, soaking each other in a mixture of their juices. Afterward, she turned to face him with a cum cocktail running down her legs. "Thanks, I needed that." Then on impulse at the sight of his drenched cock, she knelt and licked him clean. As he stepped into the shower, Kaki reapplied her lipstick, returned to her room to change her panties, dressed and then left for school. It wouldn't be long now. * * * Deja vu. It was another Friday night sitting in his bed reading, except that he was home alone, and he heard a noise. Ken's parents had decided at the last minute to go out with friends and expected to be late. Kaki was somewhere with her girlfriends and wouldn't be home for a while, either. There it was again. Faint; but worthy of investigation. Reaching for his bat, as he had last week, Ken tip-toed downstairs quietly, halting several steps from the bottom to observe the front door. After a half of a minute, he decided it was secure and moved on through the living room into the kitchen. No activity, except that the compressor for the refrigerator kicked on startling him for a second. A clock in the living room, it's chime set to silent, made a noise at the stroke of ten. Rarely alone in the house at night, Ken realized that when all was quiet, their abode breathed its own life. He hung around another minute, and when no other sound was heard, he returned upstairs and stopped short at the entrance to his bedroom. "Well, at least I wasn't hearing things," he noted upon viewing his sister laying on her side in his bed facing the door, covered only to her waist, her head resting in her right extended forearm. She had a thin tank top on and her other hand was fingering one of her nipples which was imprinted in the material. Though Ken hadn't expected this, he really wasn't that surprised, having assumed she would make her attempt in some clever way. Without a word, Kaki lifted the covers to reveal she only had panties on, but also as an invitation. Ken stepped over to the bed and sat beside her. With no further discussion, she sat up and he leaned over. She put her hands around his neck, pulling him to her where their lips met in a soft kiss. This pressing of lips gradually became more passionate and was capped off by Kaki pulling the tail of Ken's t-shirt up over his head. He rose to a kneeling position to assist. Once that task was completed, she matched his stance and their lips met again. As they swapped spit, Ken's hand snaked up under Kaki's top to fondle her breasts, which he then bent over to lick and kiss a couple of times before returning his mouth to hers. Now, he lifted her tank up over her tits, but did not remove it, instead pulling her to him so that their chests were pressed together. He sighed feeling there was nothing better than skin against skin. Finally, he could no longer resist, and so, tugged her top completely off. He spread gentle kisses down her neck and shoulders, his hands moving caressingly down her sides and cupping her soft butt. Both eased down onto their sides facing each other. Kaki tilted more toward her back so that her left breast was sticking straight up. Ken's hand was drawn to it like a magnet, and after a few moments tweaking her nipple, his mouth followed so his tongue could do the same. When their lips were not touching, Kaki's face could not help forming a smile of joy which widened considerably when Ken kissed his way down her rib cage to her belly. When he reached the elastic of her panties, he couldn't help but tug that obstruction down. Kaki more than willingly lifted her ass and then her legs to accommodate him. Easing between his sister's legs, he kissed his way back up to her face, kneading her tits along the way. By now, Kaki had latched onto the elastic waistband of his boxers and attempted to pull them down. Ken had to drag himself forward for her to push his underpants far enough down where she could raise her leg and hook her foot to slide them down the rest of the way where he was able to shake them off. Both now completely naked, Kaki's legs spread wide, her brother's cock dragged along her abdomen so she raised her back pivoting her pussy up to meet him. He grabbed his penis and looked deeply into her eyes. Her face a portrait of lust, she merely nodded her approval for him to continue. A moment later, he found her opening and let his manhood ease in slowly. Kaki threw her head back and moaned in unmitigated pleasure. She lifted her leg over his ass and he put his arm around it. She couldn't help her head rolling sideways facing away from him but she was lost in a euphoric haze. This was further emphasized by a moan with every delicious thrust he made. This was everything she knew it would be, but not all that she wanted to experience. So, she pushed him back and rolled over onto her abdomen, sticking her rear up into the air. Ken quickly got the message and moved in to insert his pussy-juice lubricated cock into her vagina from the rear. This was just as delightful and she couldn't help uttering the same unintelligible throaty sounds of joy. "This is fantastic," Ken mumbled, breathing heavily. "Turn on your side." Kaki complied without him slipping out. From this position he was able to also suck her tit as he fucked her. With him still on his side, she eased more onto her back, allowing her head to hang off the side of the bed. But she was moaning and groaning so loudly that Ken had to stop, pull her head up and press his lips to hers to quiet her. "What'd you stop for?" Kaki finally caught her breath enough to ask. "You were making so much noise; I didn't want the neighbors to call the cops." She giggled. "Oh, sorry. It just felt so damned good I couldn't help myself." "I can't argue with that, but just try to keep it down." "Okay. But now it's my turn." "What?" Ken asked, confused. Kaki explained by pushing him onto his back, straddling his legs, shoving his cock inside her pussy and riding him. "I could get used to this," he quipped, reaching up to grab her bouncing tits. Kaki was getting wild, bouncing as though she was on a bronco. But she kept it up longer than he thought she would before collapsing onto her side where he squirmed to do the same facing her. They regarded one another with huge grins on their faces. However, even though attempting to catch her breath, she could not remain idle. Her hand naturally sought his cock and started jerking it. "I won't last very long if you keep doing that," he warned. Ken rolled her onto her back and entered her in the classic missionary position. "Let's keep it simple our first time and make love, not fuck." "Why, Ken, I didn't think you were so romantic." He pumped her slowly, purposefully. "Oh, god, Ken, that is so good." Kaki lifted her leg so she could reach around and fondle his balls. "Oh, yes, Kaki!" He picked up his pace. Suddenly, Kaki could feel her orgasm building. At first, she wasn't certain that's what it was because she felt so much more than she ever had from masturbating or using a dildo. When it happened, she knew she had to grit her teeth or else she would have been heard two blocks away. Finally, she came in a torrent. It was like no climax she had ever experienced. Ken followed a moment later, and what extended her passion was the feel of his dick blasting the inside of her pussy. And that more than anything else made this unlike any feeling she had ever known. It was no less monumental for Ken as his own moaning clearly indicated. When he finished, all he could do was roll over, panting heavily. "That was wonderful," Kaki dreamily said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Brother and sister swung their heads toward the door hard enough to nearly give them whiplash. Their mother was standing in the doorway. She didn't appear pleased. "Oh, god, mom!" Kaki cried, and then realized she was still exposed and grabbed furiously for blankets. "I . . . I . . . I—" "You what?" Kate asked. Her voice was level, but the kids detected a note of annoyance in it. "I . . . I . . . I—" "You forgot to discuss this with me first? As we had always agreed you would. Is that what you were going to say?" Whimpering, Kaki fumbled for her clothes on the floor and attempted to cover herself as best she could as she ran past her mother into her room, shutting the door behind her. She could be heard crying through the door. "And does the older, wiser brother have anything to say?" With his head hung down, Ken humbly said, "I guess there's nothing to say. I screwed up." "Screwed? Yes, I would say that's appropriate." She then closed the door to his room before walking off. * * * Not surprisingly, it was Ken who appeared in Kaki's room the next morning, but only after making certain his parents were not upstairs. He still had his boxers on and a t-shirt. He stayed away from his sister's bed. Kaki, of course, was already awake and also still attired in her normal bedclothes. Redness in her eyes indicated that she had been crying. "I guess passion has a price," Kaki murmured ruefully. "What are we going to do?" "Hide up here forever?" Ken made a face to show she was being facetious, but he knew she knew she was. "Well, at least we have until they return from their errands." "They haven't left yet, so I doubt they're going." "Oh, shit, that's not good. Nothing keeps them from their Saturday outing." Kaki got out of bed. "Oh, well, we may as well face the music and get it over with." "I guess you're right." But their slow pace down the hall, down the stairs to the kitchen did not hint at any real eagerness. "Good morning," they offered to their parents in a tone that sounded as though breakfast would be their last meal, if they were even allowed to eat. Kurt looked up from the newspaper, expressionless, and returned a "Morning," in the same vein. Kate said nothing, but they felt her stoic look spoke volumes. "Would it matter if we said we're sorry?" Kaki asked. "And what would you be sorry for?" Kate wanted to know. "Having sex with my brother?" "You're asking me?" "Well, if you could tell me what it is that bothers you about this, maybe we can talk about it," Kaki suggested. "What do you think is bothering me?" "Well, I would have thought it was having sex with my brother, but now I'm not sure." "You think it's okay to have sex with your brother?" There was something in her mother's tone that Kaki found curious. Her last question was not asked as though Kate thought it was wrong, more like it was just a philosophical discussion. Kaki was not sure how to respond. "Well," she said slowly, knowing she might be treading on thin ice, but also mindful that the woman to whom she was responding had taught her to be honest, "society wants us to believe that it is, but you always taught us that anything between two consenting adults was acceptable." "And you're an adult?" "I'm 18. And that's where the law draws the line." "So, it does." Kate then turned to her other sibling. "What about you?" With a nervous smile, Ken said, "Can I just agree with Kaki?" "Can't think for yourself?" "She put it so succinctly." "Indeed." Kate turned to her husband. "You have anything to say?" "You're doing fine." "Well," Kate resumed, "let's put that issue aside for a moment. What bothers me more is that throughout all of your teenage years since puberty, in all of the discussions we've had about sex, growing up, and so on, both of you always promised that you would talk to your father and I first when you reached a point that you thought you were ready to have sex. But now, you did not. Care to explain why?" Kaki glanced at her brother. He merely shrugged and she rolled her eyes, realizing it was up to her. "During many of those conversations, you and dad always said that it didn't matter if we wanted to have sex with someone of another race, an older person, or even of the same sex if we thought we were leaning in that direction." Kaki took a deep breath. "But you never said anything about a family member. So, somehow, coming to you about that didn't seem . . ." All she could do was shrug. "Besides, it kind of just happened." "How did it just happen?" "It—" "Let your brother answer this one." Caught off guard, Ken asked hesitantly, "Would it be enough to say that you and dad brought us up to be close and we just wanted to be closer?" "That I can understand. But what specifically brought you to that point?" He stole a glance at his sister, who nodded for him to say whatever he wanted. "We got to talking last weekend about her prom experience and that, while either of us has no problem getting dates, neither has found someone who is like we are. By that, I mean, if I had to pick a perfect female, it would be Kaki or . . . or . . . you," he uttered with a gulp. "She feels the same about me and dad. She came home early last night and . . . well, one thing led to another and . . ." he trailed off. "And what things led to what other things?" With a heavy sigh, he shrugged. "A touch, a kiss, an embrace, a fondle . . ." He hung his head, then edged to the end of his seat. "Look, I'm sorry. I . . . we . . . know it was wrong—" She halted him with a wave of her hand. "I said we'd set that issue aside for now. And for what it's worth, Ken, we brought you up to be open-minded, so to say something sexual is right or wrong is not what this is about." "Mom, I just don't want you to be mad or upset, and certainly not disappointed in us. But we can't help it if we find our own family attractive." She leaned closer. "I understand." Kate looked to her husband for support and simply nodded for her to continue. Now, it was her turn to be nervous, and her children sensed it, shooting each other curious expressions. "The reason we always wanted you to talk to us first," their mother went on, "is because we knew this day would come." There was something in the tone of her voice that made Kaki wonder exactly what her mother was referring to, so she asked, "This day, meaning the day we would want to have sex?" "This day, meaning the day you would want to have sex with each other," Kate responded to their shocked expressions. "This is why it was so important for you to talk to us first." But Kaki managed the presence of mind to ask, "And you knew this how?" "I'm going to answer your question with a story." She stood straight up while turning to face her audience. "Today is going to be a turning point in both of your lives," she announced. "Even more so than last night; actually, in all of our lives." Kate then suggested that everyone get a cup of coffee and a something to eat if they wanted before reassembling in the den on the sectional. The ottomans were moved out so the family could actually sit. A Nice Family Before anyone spoke, each member silently observed the others; certainly each saw something very similar: Kate was still in her tank top with her nipples pointing out and a jean skirt, her legs crossed, hem high, lots of thigh displayed; Kaki was in also in tank top and shorts revealing her shapely legs and her nipples were hard also; Ken in his shorts and t-shirt was strangely hard and it showed; and Kurt was in his usual weekend t-shirt and shorts, also sporting a noticeable bulge. The sexual tension was high, and would have probably been loftier, except that the children did not know what they were about to hear, and so, they were a bit apprehensive. All attention focused on Kate. Hesitantly, she said, "I'm not sure where to start. There are some things about our family that you kids didn't know," Kate reported. "Is it something bad?" Kaki wanted to know. "Was someone molested or something?" "Oh, no," Kate denied with a smile of realization that her children might have thought such a notion. "My family and your dad's family are great families. No such issues. As you know, your dad and I come from a very small, secluded town. It was not unusual for us to go for long periods of time without seeing anyone, particularly during the bitter cold winters. I'm speaking for myself, but it was much the same for your dad. Kurt, don't hesitate to jump in anytime." "You're still doing fine." She gave him a curt smile to say thanks for sticking her with this chore. "Even our school was very small. There were only nine kids in our grade. We couldn't really date as you guys do now. We couldn't socialize—" "Mom, we kind of know all of this already," Kaki dared to say. "Of course, you do," Kate agreed with a nervous smile. "But what you don't know is that when we were your ages and we started getting sexual urges—" "Oh, my god," Kaki exclaimed as the realization hit her. "You did it with your brothers," she couldn't help blurting out. "What?" a blindsided Ken asked. And then Kate really knocked their sox off. "Not just my brothers; my sisters and parents too." "What?" Ken could only repeat, dumbfounded. A big grin formed on the ever-incorrigible Kaki's face. "You had family orgies?" "What?" yet again from Ken. "Dude, fast forward," Kaki told her brother. "Guys," Kurt finally spoke up. "Let your mother tell the story." With a deep breath, Kate went on. "We had growing carnal appetites that—as apparently the two of you have discovered—were more than simple masturbation could nourish." Glancing at her father, Kaki said, "Well, if I may ask, how did it start?" Kate explained, "Only the kids over 18 were allowed to do it and they did their best to keep it from the younger ones. And usually when someone turned 18, one of the older kids approached the new 18-year-old. But no one was forced to have sex with anyone else nor was anyone forced to do anything they didn't want to do." "So, you did it with your father?" "Yes." "And your sisters?" "Ah-huh." "Mother?" "Yes." "Wow!" To say Kaki was amazed was an understatement. "And you, dad?" "Yes. My sisters and my mom." He smirked. "Not my brothers or my dad." "Whew," Ken murmured with relief. It brought polite chuckles, but caused Kurt to reiterate what his wife had said. "Remember, no one was forced to do anything." "So, between your two households," Kaki surmised, "someone was always having sex." "It wasn't that uncontrolled," Kate corrected. "You're making it out to sound dirty. That's why so many people have such a negative attitude toward family love." "Are you avoiding the 'i' word?" "It's one of those words that have come to mean something nasty." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound dirty before," Kaki clarified. "I actually think it's kind of cool." "Why?" "Because I love you guys more than anything. Why wouldn't I want to express that love?" "Ken?" "Ditto." "I should have known," Kate quipped. They all laughed. "So, I guess it begs the question," Kaki brought up, "how did you and dad get together? I mean, I know you went to college together." "I really don't remember how we learned about each other's families—I guess secretly, a lot of families in our community were the same—but once we did know about each other, it was easier to date each other in college because we didn't have worry about someone learning our family secrets and passing judgment. And in addition, when we came home for holidays and the summer, we weren't jealous about each other returning to our family loving." "And did you just marry for convenience?" Kaki wanted to know. "Absolutely not!" Kurt finally spoke. "We truly fell in love, as most of our brothers and sisters did with persons outside of our families." "So, why did you really move away from home?" It was as though since his father spoke, Ken now could. "It was a lonely life" Kurt explained, "despite the love of our family. That's why many of our brothers and sisters moved away, some as you know, here. And contrary to what you might believe, it wasn't always as erotic as you might think. Your mom and I learned from that life. That's why we brought you up as we did, to be so considerate of one another. Our parents didn't do that. This is not to say they were uncaring. They had nothing to base their experience on, as did we. Consequently, we had as many skirmishes with our families as we did sex." "Besides," Kate added, "we had these great college degrees, so we had to move away to be able to use them." "So, just out of curiosity," Kaki asked, "when were you going to tell us any of this had we not hastened it?" "That's why we strongly encouraged you two to talk to us when you started feeling like you were ready for sex," Kate explained. "However, I realize now that we weren't specific enough to include anyone you might want to have sex with." "Mom," Kaki joked, "I'd like to talk to you about having sex with Ken!" Everyone laughed. "But on a serious note, kids," Kate said. "It's not all fun and games. There may come a time when you will have serious regrets." "Do you and dad have any regrets about doing it with your family?" "No," they responded in unison. "Then, I can't see why we would." "That's easy to say now," Kate cautioned. "And that's also why we wanted you too talk to us first, particularly if you wanted to have sex with each other. We had to make certain that you understand the ramifications, and more importantly, that you do it because you truly want to. There can be no coercion from each other or us. But will you promise me—I mean really promise me this time that you will talk to us if either of you have any regrets down the road?" "Yes, I will." Ken merely nodded. "So, now that we've had this little discussion," Kaki said, "if I were to go over here—" she slid next to her brother; she would have preferred her father, but that might have been too bold "—and do this—" she gently grabbed his cock through his pants "—and this—" she started rubbing it, gradually sliding his pant leg up to where the head of his cock was peeking out "—you wouldn't have a problem with it." "Why stop there?" her mother dared. "Why, indeed," Kaki agreed. She deftly pushed away the elastic of his boxers to reveal his hard cock laying against his abdomen, the head sitting in a puddle of pre-cum. Her eyes lit up as she reached for it, smearing the clear liquid all over the mushroom top. Kaki scooped up the remainder of the ooze pool and spread it all over her brother's shaft to lubricate him so she could lovingly stroke him. "Oh, man, this is fucking amazing!" But then she quickly realized that she had dropped an f-bomb and her eyes shot toward her mother. However, Kate was laughing, and when she turned to Kurt he was chuckling, as well. The parents then scooted next the children; Kurt to the right of Kaki, Kate to the left of Ken. "And so, if I were to do this—" Kate started removing her son's t-shirt. "And I was to do this—" Kurt did the same to his daughter "—would either of you have a problem?" "Why stop there?" Kaki retorted with a grin. So Kurt completely removed Kaki's tank top as his wife did to Ken. The senior Kruger then reached around back of his daughter to cup her breasts. "Don't stop there," Kaki urged him on. Her father complied and fondled his daughter's breasts to her sighs of enjoyment. Kate had removed Ken's shirt and was handling his shiny cock that Kaki had partially exposed. Their mother set about bringing it back out, but Ken was too eager, so he quickly pushed his shorts down below his knees. With her dad caressing her tits and an eye on what her mom was doing, Kaki felt lightheaded, as though this was all too much for her to take. On the other hand, it was making her so horny; she didn't want to miss a second in case she woke up from this erotic dream. Meanwhile, Ken had his own crazed feelings. As spectacular as it was to have his mother's hand grasping and pumping his swollen cock, he wanted her to do more. With his heart about to pound out of his chest, they exchanged an unmistakable look that told of loftier desires. When Kate slowly and sensually licked her lips, her son's dick expanded in her grip and produced a dollop of clear liquid through its slit. Her mouth was drawn to it as though it was some forbidden delicacy, which in some circles it was. Ken couldn't help but moan loudly as his mother's mouth tenderly engulfed his desperate shaft. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his dad lean over to suck on his sister's firm, pointed nipple, soliciting a sound of approval from her throat. Without thinking, Ken twisted his head to sample Kaki's other delicious tit. Father's and son's knuckles scraped each other as each ran a hand up the inside of the young girl's thighs. Breathing heavily, Kaki asked to no one in particular, "Why do we all still have so much clothes on?" She then pushed her shorts down and kicked them off the rest of the way with minor assist from her dad. "Why, indeed," Kurt mimicked. He stood and completely removed all of his clothes as his wife did the same. Kaki and Ken put an arm around each other, and with her free hand, the former grabbed the latter's rod, stroking him to maintain his erection, not that she thought he really needed the assistance under these circumstances. Ken also resumed his mouth action on his sister. When her dad stepped back to the sofa to get back into position, with his glistening cock standing straight out and inviting, Kaki leaned over, grabbed it and sucked it. She thought that it was just like Ken's, just slightly bigger. Kate returned to the action, clad only in her panties, and went back to work on her son's delightful penis. In between slurps, Kaki remarked, "Mmmm, like father, like son." "Amen to that," her mother concurred. Ken snickered, put his arm around Kaki's waist and pulled her closer to him, almost with her back to him so he could reach around and finger her pussy. She spread her legs slightly to accommodate him. He could only admit this to himself, but as much as he had enjoyed all of the fooling around they had done, she had much to learn to become as adept at oral action as was his mother. Or maybe it was just because it was his mother that it felt so good. Kaki, by now, was in her own world of delirium, and when her mother backed off of Ken to shift positions, Kaki grabbed his cock and pulled him to his feet, alternating sucking her brother's and her father's cocks. She ignored Kate's giggling as she devoured the penises of the two most important men in her life. If a week ago had been a sexual awakening for her, then today was an absolute revelation. To egg her on, her mom stood on the other side of the two males, grabbed a dick in each hand and teased Kaki with them, patting her face with them, rubbing them on her lips. All Kaki could do was coo her enjoyment. Finally, Ken could take no more. He grabbed his own cock to halt the women, then sat each down on the sofa. Kneeling in front of Kaki, he tugged her legs to drag her ass to the edge of the sofa where he took a few swipes at her pussy with his tongue. He then pulled his mother's panties down and off and did the same with her, and while doing so, his dad swooped in burying his face in his daughter's snatch. "Oh, yes!" Kaki cried. The feel of her father's tongue darting in and out of her hole and dancing across her clit was overwhelming. Not only was it good, but the fact that it was her dad made it so erotic her head was nearly spinning. So overcome was she that she reached over and fondled her mother's tit. It felt so deliciously different from her own, and yet, so much the same. Ken was likewise euphoric with his tongue pressed against his mother's amazing pussy. She tasted so sweet and . . . mature; like partaking of a truly ripe piece of fruit versus one recently picked; and so soft, so totally different from Kaki's, and yet, something so familiar. While there was no one in the world Kurt would rather have sex with than his wife, he hoped she couldn't see his cock, because with his tongue lapping up his daughter's delectable juices, he was harder than he could remember being in some time. He knew it was just the erotic nature of what they were doing as a family, but damn, it was good. The feel of his young tongue against her pussy was incredible, Kate thought, and she wondered how he had become so adept. He was almost as good as his father. She didn't think her son had been that sexually active, although she was not foolish enough to believe he had not been around. Could he just have a natural talent and ability? Kaki's hand caressing her breast was also a very pleasing experience. Without a thought, Kate twisted and kissed her daughter on the lips passionately. And Kaki returned the favor. Ken stopped abruptly, panting heavily. "Please, mom, I've got to have you!" With a victorious grin, Kate brought her legs up onto the sofa, gesturing with her head for Kaki to move. She pulled her son around to where her daughter had been. Lying on her side, she raised her upper leg exposing her saliva-coated pussy by way of invitation. Ken quickly understood, tilted his body toward her and guided his cock into her waiting snatch. Vertigo nearly set in as his eager dick slid into the velvety softness of his mother. He had returned from whence he came. Once again, the feeling of her glorious pussy caressing his penis was unlike anything, sexual or otherwise, he had ever experienced. He thrust slowly, wanting to enjoy every millimeter of her. Kate then pulled her husband down to sit at the other end of the sofa where she could suck his cock. Being the odd person out, Kaki knelt next to her dad, pulled his legs apart so she could fondle his balls and steal a few licks of his penis when her mother pulled away. Their lips were so close, the two females couldn't help but once again press their mouths together in a steamy kiss. But the young girl was so horny; sharing a cock was not nearly enough. Glancing down to her mother's spread legs and her brother's shaft banging away, his succulent balls dangling, she knew this was her next port of call. Walking sideways on her knees, Kaki moved between her mom's and Ken's legs and played with his scrotum and her pussy. She considered tonguing the two, but couldn't get her head in there. Finally, she whimpered, "I want a turn." So, Kate sat up, extricating herself from her son's tool and allowed her daughter to sit in her husband's lap. As her brother had thought, Kaki, too, reveled in the exquisite feel of her father's cock sliding in and out of her very desirous pussy. He was slightly bigger than Ken and she loved his man-size filling her. Kate was now kneeling before her son where she engulfed his cock, coated with her own juices, in her mouth. Tasting Ken's meat with her own unique "sauce" was scrumptious. Ken reached over to finger his sister's clit as his father's cock fucked away, eliciting some strong moans from her. He was almost ready to climax from his mother sucking him. But this wasn't how he wanted to do it. Stopping her, he stood, pulled the ottomans back into place making the sectional into a huge bed. He didn't need to say anything. His mother knew what he wanted and laid down with her legs spread. He eased into position as she pulled him to her in the classic missionary position. If he thought his first insertion into her was the best he'd ever had, then this now was beyond belief. Seeing her brother and mother doing it the right way, Kaki wanted the same. She wrangled her father and herself into the same position beside the others, and the two couples enjoyed slow, sensuous lovemaking. To make the experience complete and exact the utmost passion, Kaki squirmed as close to her mother as she could possibly get and snaked her arm under Kate's neck and wrapped her other arm around her dad in a makeshift three-way hug. Seeing what she was doing, Ken reached out for Kaki's hand around her mother and her other around her father. Kate copied her daughter's arms while Kurt did the same as Ken. "Oh, god, I love you all so much," Kaki cried as the others in turn expressed identical emotions. The entire event was well beyond what any of them expected to feel, and within seconds of each other they all came in the most explosive orgasms certainly the children and even the adults had ever known. * * * Yet again, a noise rattled Ken into wakefulness. This time, however, he was not as alert as on those two previous occasions. In fact, he had to survey his surroundings to even determine where he was; particularly, since he'd had this amazing dream of a family orgy. But a quick pan of his head around the large sectional where upon he viewed the sprawled out forms of his stark naked parents and sister, and the memory of what had been imparted and done was just as vivid as when he was living it. Apparently, they had all been so physically exhausted after the epic family sex that everyone had drifted off to sleep. Ken also now noted that it was still daylight, and a quick glance at a nearby clock told him it was early afternoon. His stomach confirmed this as hunger pains reminded him he'd had no breakfast nor lunch. Easing quietly off the sectional, Ken spotted his boxers on the floor. He bent over to retrieve them, stepping into them all in one motion. Replaying the sound in his head, he realized that it had come from outside, so he stepped over to the French doors that led to the patio and peered out just in time to see the side gate open slightly, then shut by a breeze recreating the sound that had awakened him. Noiselessly, he eased outside, examined the gate, perplexed that it was even unlatched as they were always careful to firmly close it, and then he properly locked it. Returning inside, he went into the living room and looked out the front window. There was no activity except the occasional car passing. Curiously, in the minute or so that he watched, a car identical to Michael Ryder's drove by, and though Ken could not positively identify the driver as his sister's prom date, what he could make out kept the odds at fifty-fifty. Well, it was a public street and Ryder did have friends in the neighborhood so . . . Ken dismissed the matter from his mind as his attention was drawn to the den where he heard the others stirring. They were all sitting up by the time he returned, and surprisingly—or not—no one was scrambling to cover up. The sight brought Ken's cock to half-mast. "Wow, that was really a workout," Kaki was saying. "How long have you been awake?" Kurt asked his son. "I heard a noise." "You're really starting to hear things," Kate noted.