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Family Secrets

By: Shanbabe4u



"But Aunt Darlene, how do I know if I'm doing it right?"

My aunt and I sat in the living, side by side on the sofa, discussing sex. A subject I couldn't talk to my parents about but I was certainly old enough. Some of my friends lost their virginity years ago and me jus this year. But that was a one-time thing and now I wanted a sexual relationship with my new boyfriend and I was afraid I didn't know how. 

Now, my aunt was instructing me how to give a blowjob.

"Relax Shannon, its hard not to get a boy to cum, but doing it right takes practice."

"Oh great and just how am I suppose to get practice?"

Aunt Darlene laughed and jumped up, ran into the kitchen. I watched her backside clad in white shorts and hoped that I was in as good as shape when I reached 30. I've always admired my aunt, my uncle too for that matter. We've always been close and I've been known to spend weekends alone with them.

She came back with a banana and I giggled loudly. She peeled it and instructed me to watch her. At first, I paid attention, taking mental notes but then my mind wandered and I suddenly found myself imagining her doing that to her husband. I felt a tingle run through my body and I felt my nipples harden. I hoped Darlene didn't notice but then again, I wasn't wearing a bra so it was going to be pretty obvious if she looked.

"Okay, you're turn." 

I snapped out of it and took the banana. As I slid the banana between my lips, I became aware that her saliva was on it and that sent another shock through my system.

"Slow down. Tease the head; don't thrust it in right away. Roll your tongue over it. Now lift it up as if it was joined at his groin. Slide your tongue up and down the length. Good, but slow down, tease him, make him beg. Okay, now hold it straight in front of you and open your mouth. Watch the teeth! You can use them a little but mostly keep them back. Okay, now deeper. Pull it back, deeper, pull it back. You can pause here and smile up at him, be sure to ask him if he likes. And you like it too, I can tell from your nipple reaction."

Okay, now I blushed. I've been caught. I glance down at my chest and my twin nipples are protruding obscenely. I also glance over at Aunt Darlene and see her nips are hard too. She catches my glance and laughs. "Sorry, I can't help it either, it's kind of exciting."

"I'll say!" boomed a masculine voice behind us.

We both jump, I bite the banana in the process.

"God, I hope you don't do that to him!" my Uncle Raymond is standing in the kitchen doorway. Aunt Darlene glances over to me, sees the top of the banana gone and begins to laugh uncontrollably. My shock quickly turns to laughter too and I spew pieces of banana out into my palm. 

Uncle Raymond finds some napkins and helps me clean up. "Well, I can see you two were enjoying the instructions." He's looking at our chests. I'm red again.

"And I see you were too!" retorts Aunt Darlene. I follow her eyes and see that my Uncle is sporting a woody under his pants. There's embarrassed laughter and then a hush. I see my aunt and uncle glancing at each other and then slowly nodding. What for?

"Shannon, honey." My aunt turns to me. "How would you like to practice on a real penis, you know, so that you can really please your boyfriend?"

I can't speak. I swallow hard, glancing at their faces, her chest and his groin. I nod yes.

My hand is taken and the three of us head for their bedroom. I can't move, I'm in a trance. My aunt and uncle undress each other, kissing and touching. His cock springs free from his pants and my aunt caresses him. They approach me, I shiver. Darlene stands in front, my uncle behind, and together they undress me, not that a T-shirt, shorts and panties takes very long. My aunt leans forward and kisses me.

"Kiss me back Shannon."

She kisses me again, my lips part and I apply pressure back. There are four hands sliding over my body, I feel his shaft pressing against the small of my back. He turns me around and kisses me too, his tongue sliding into my mouth and mine responds. I feel Aunt Darlene's breath on my back, her small hands sliding around and massaging my breasts, teasing the still erect nipples. My uncle bends too and my right nipple is offered to his lips. I gasp loudly when he makes contact.

There are hands between my legs; they fight for the right to touch me. My knees quiver and they let me drop to my knees. Now side by side, my aunt and I are offered his thick cock. My lesson begins.

While Aunt Darlene repeats her instructions, her hands are sliding all over me, my nipples almost hurt from her attention. She takes Uncle Raymond's cock for a second to illustrate a technique, reminding me to look up and ask if it is good.

"Oh Shannon, you suck good. You have a great teacher."

Aunt Darlene instructed me how to rub and stroke the bumpy shaft. How to hold and squeeze the testicles. "Honey, I can't take much more." Uncle Raymond whispered.

"Okay Shannon, most guys will tell you when they are going to cum. Here's where you decide whether to let them cum in your mouth, just in the air, or stop and get down to some serious fucking."

"I…I've never tasted a boy's cum before."

"Well, let's start with that so that you are not shocked with your boyfriend." And Aunt Darlene proceeded to show me how to pick up the pace and my mouth bobbed up and down on his shaft faster and faster, pausing to suck hard and to tease the little opening. Uncle Raymond gasped, his fingers digging into my hair and pulled me closer to him. My mouth was suddenly filling with soapy goo and I choke on it, gasping for breath.

Aunt Darlene took over and sucked the last of his jism. I sat back on my heels, still coughing a little and watched her work. Aunt Darlene turned to me, hugging and kissing, licking my lips and chin until I was clean. 

I was gathered up and laid on the bed. She lay on top of me, our breasts melting together, nipples caressing. She slithered down my body, taking first one and then the other nipple into her warm mouth. I parted my legs as she squirmed lower and her tongue left a trail of saliva down my belly and over my dark muff as her mouth made contact with my moist pussy.

I moaned and closed my eyes as she used her womanly knowledge to explore me, parting me and making me shiver as I have never been able to do for myself. How long she stayed there I don't know but I cried out as an orgasm rocked my body.

"Please, please." I beg, "Can Raymond fuck me?"

"Such language!" Aunt Darlene giggles.

"Are you on the pill?" Uncle Raymond asks. 

"No."

"And we don't have any condoms here sweetie, I'm sorry." Darlene says, still softly sucking my wet lips down there. "But I do have a toy I can use, would you like that?'

"Please." I beg again. While Aunt Darlene digs into the bottom of the dresser, Uncle Raymond takes her place. His technique is different and yet exciting. He pays more attention to my clit, making it hurt almost. They switch again, and I rise up on my elbows to watch her slide a flesh-coloured dildo over my swollen sex. I loam as she pushed it forward and I drop back on my shoulders.

Uncle Raymond comes around to my head and offers his cock once again. It's fairly firm again and my efforts are rewarded with an ever-hardening cock. Soon my cunt is filled with Aunt Darlene's toy and my mouth is being fucked by Uncle Raymond.

By the time he fills my mouth again, Aunt Darlene has made me have two smaller climaxes. I'm able to handle his soapy load this time. We stop our fucking, slither around on the bed till I am sandwiched between them, kissing and touching. Someone pulls up a blanket and I fall asleep. 

Its dark by the time I am awaked to fingers exploring me and we make love once more, this time the lesson is about how to eat a pussy!

Family Secrets



(Inspired by Dan)

I nearly choked on my last mouthful of meatloaf.

‘Did you put her up to this?’ I asked my wife, Jean.

I looked up into her face as she took hold of my empty plate. She smiled broadly as she turned around and headed for the kitchen.

‘Nothing to do with me’, she replied, laughingly.

I turned to my right, and asked the same question of my brother, Ray. At thirty-eight he was two years my senior.

‘Don’t look at me, pal.’ He said with arms raised in innocence. ‘Mind you, it’s not a bad idea.’

‘What!’ I exclaimed, ‘are you all crazy?’

At that point, my daughter, Jodie, who had been sitting on my left, got up from the table and stood in between her uncle and I.

‘Look, Daddy,’ she began, in that pleading way of hers, ‘ I know you and Uncle Ray always have your fishing weekends alone, but I’m sure that there’s things I could be doing to help out. And besides, this weekend’s gonna be lovely and sunny and I can work on my tan while you two fish. And I can make sure that your coffee’s always hot and your beers are always cold. And I can cook whatever you catch and wash the dishes, too.’

I looked across at Ray. He was smiling as he nodded that he liked the idea.

‘Look, honey,’ I reasoned, while pointing at Ray ‘it isn’t the place out there for a girl. It’s always been just us two.’

At that point, Jodie craned her head to peer into the kitchen where her Mom was just starting to wash-up. Then she spoke again, but this time in a whisper.

‘And of course, Daddy, in the evening, when it gets dark, I’m sure that you and Uncle Ray can think of other things for me to do for you.’

I looked at Ray. ‘What the hell does she mean by that?’ I asked him, thoroughly confused by my daughter’s remark.

Jodie spoke again, this time with a teasing little smile on her lips.

‘Oh, Daddy, you’ve just got no imagination, has he Uncle Ray?’

Ray looked up at my daughter and smiled back at her.

‘No, sweetheart, your Dad’s got no imagination whatsoever.’

And with that he gave Jodie a little pat on her butt and she ran out, laughing, to help her Mom in the kitchen.

I felt like the only one who didn’t get the joke. Ray saw the quizzical look on my face.

‘Look Dan, we’ve got a bowling match to get to. I’ll tell you all about it at the end of the night when we’ve had a few beers.

Three hours, and about ten bottles of beer later, Ray and I were in the quiet part of our local bar.

‘So, what did Jodie mean about you and I giving her things to do in the evening?’ I slurred.

‘Man, you must be blind.’ Ray began. ‘Haven’t you noticed a change in Jodie lately?’

I shook my head.

‘Dan, your daughter’s hormones have kicked in and she’s becoming a woman. Haven’t you noticed the way she flirts with you? Haven’t you seen how her clothes are getting a little skimpy of late?’

Again, I shook my head.

‘Boy, you need to wake up.’ Ray went on. ‘I’m gonna tell you something and I know you won’t freak out on me ‘cos I know what we were like as kids. You remember how we used to go out to discos together and fuck anything, no matter who she was, pretty or ugly, old or young? Remember how we’d jerk off if we didn’t get lucky? We were sex mad.’

I nodded at that one. Ray and I often shared women and would stop at nothing to get laid.

‘Well,’ he continued, ‘I have to tell you, brother o’ mine, that your daughter, Jodie, has got the hots for you real bad.’

I laughed at that remark.

‘Don’t be mad,’ I countered, ‘she’s just growing up, that’s all. She’s using me to practice on. All girls do that with their fathers.’

Ray shook his head.

‘Not like her they don’t. I’m telling you, you just have to snap your fingers and she’d lay on her back for ya.’

I told Ray that kind of thing only happens in books and porn sites; never in real life.

He looked around the room to make sure nobody was listening before speaking again.

‘Dan,’ he began, ‘it does happen in real life’.

I looked at him weirdly.

‘I know,’ he went on, ‘cos its happened to me.’

If I hadn’t been sitting when he said it, I definitely would’ve fallen over. He could see by the expression on my face that I wanted him to continue.

‘You remember how bad Mom took Dad’s death a coupla years ago? Well, about a week after the funeral, I went round to see how she was. There was no answer when I rang the bell, so I let myself in with my spare key. I shouted for her, but got no answer. Then I heard some sobbing coming from upstairs. Mom was crying her eyes out on the bed. I went over and put a comforting arm around her. After a minute or two, I eased my legs up off the floor and lay next to her, holding her in my arms. When she stopped crying, Mom put her hand to my face and told me how much I reminded her of Dad. You know, on account of the moustache. Anyways, Mom raised herself up a little to give me a kiss. At first it was just a mom type kiss on my cheek. But then she started to kiss my eyes and forehead. I felt weird but didn’t want to have her upset again, so I just let her go on. Pretty soon she was nibbling on my ear. I was starting to get real turned on by now. When her lips landed on mine and she forced her tongue into my mouth, I knew I should stop it but I couldn’t. Mom and I got locked in this passionate necking session, and it wasn’t long before I felt her fingers at my belt buckle. Two minutes later, and she had ripped off her robe and lay impaled on my cock. I had this horrible thought that Mom’d come to her senses before I’d cum, and by now all I wanted to do was to shoot my load up her. But she just kept on grinding her ass into my balls, sobbing and calling Dad’s name. After a few minutes of sliding up and down, Mom’s panting told me she was about to climax. So as she shuddered above me, I pulled her down onto her back and fucked her senseless.’

When Ray finished talking, I could hardly speak. I wasn’t angry with him. In fact, I was a little jealous. Mom is pushing sixty now, but she still is a fine looking woman, and I’d often fantasised about her myself.

‘So you see, Dan, it really does go on in real life. I hope you aren’t mad at me for what I’ve just told you.’

I shook my head. To be mad at him would make me a hypocrite.

‘I also hope you won’t be mad when I tell you that I still fuck Mom about once a week, on average.’

I had sobered up pretty quickly with these revelations, but I assured Ray that what I was feeling was envy not anger. I could see that he was relieved as he carried on talking.

‘So ya see, bro, if you want it to happen with Jodie, it’s all up to you.’

By the time I got home that night, both my wife and daughter were already asleep. I didn’t get a wink myself, though. I lay in bed thinking about what Ray had said about Jodie. The next day at breakfast, I spent more time than usual looking at her. Ray was right, my daughter was a hotty. She’s quite petite, with hardly any boobs, but her body is in good proportion. With her short brown hair, she might even be mistaken for a boy from behind. But her beautiful face would soon erase all doubt about that. She gave me a few coy smiles, which I hadn’t noticed before Ray’d put me straight, and they seemed to promise me anything I wanted. I wasn’t looking forward to work today; my mind just wouldn’t be on the job.

When I got home in the evening, only Jodie was in; she said that her Mom had gone to the supermarket and would be back soon. There was a little uneasy quietness about us, and I wondered whether she’d guessed that I was now clued-up to her teasing. Eventually Jodie spoke.

‘So, Daddy, you changed your mind about letting me go fishing with you and Uncle Ray this weekend?’

I looked at her but said nothing. 

‘I’ve got something that might help you decide.’ She whispered in my ear, teasingly.

‘Come up to my room and I’ll show you.’

Before I could raise any objections, Jodie took hold of my hand and led me up the stairs and into her room. I had been in here with her countless times before, but now it felt wrong, yet very exciting. Jodie walked over to the chest-of-drawers and took something out. Still with her back to me, she lay whatever she had been carrying onto the bed.

‘Come and look’, she said, temptingly.

I walked over to see what it was. My mouth went dry when I saw what it was that she had said might help me decide. Lying on her bed was the skimpiest white bikini I could ever imagine. The bra was just two small triangles of material, and the bottoms were three pieces of dental floss! Jodie spoke before I could.

‘Ya see, Daddy, I thought that I’d get a bit of sunbathing in while you and Uncle Ray fished, and I thought that this might be a nice little bit of eye candy for you.’

‘Eye candy?’ I asked.

‘You know, Daddy,’ she explained, knowingly, ‘something sexy for the two of you to look at.’

Once again, before I could say anything, my daughter took the initiative.

‘Maybe you’d like to see it on me before you make up your mind.’ She teased.

I suddenly realised that this was no longer a game between a daughter and father. Jodie was making me an offer. My silence conveyed to her that it was an offer I didn’t want to refuse.

‘OK,’ she began, ‘let me put it on while you stay right there.’

‘How could you afford something like that?’ I asked, knowing that anything with so little substance must have cost at least eighty dollars.

‘Oh, the old man in the store let me have it at cost.’ She smiled. ‘He said he’d like to see me in it, too. The rest I paid for out of my allowance.’

Even so, she must have been saving up for weeks.

Slowly she pulled her white school blouse out of the waistband of her short, grey skirt. Then Jodie began to undo the first of the six or so buttons that held it together, starting from the bottom. I watched closely as one-by-one they came undone. That devilish smile crossed her face as the last one exposed her nakedness underneath. At that point, I could only catch the odd glimpse of flesh, as she began to undo her cuffs. And although I was staring at her body, I was aware that not once did her eyes leave mine. She was enjoying teasing me. It seemed to take an age before she took hold of either side of her blouse and began to edge the sides apart. It was like a sexy slow motion dream that you wake up from just before you shoot your load, and just like a dream, the trigger that stopped Jodie from letting me see her naked body was the sound of my wife coming in through the front door. I came to my senses quickly, and shouted to her that I’d be right down, cursing her timing under my breath. My frustration only served to broaden my daughter’s teasing smile. Just before I turned to leave her room, I spoke:

‘Be ready to leave at seven-thirty on Saturday.’

We both knew she had me. As I walked slowly down the stairs, I remember feeling numb. The conversation that my wife wanted to have with me was one sided. I hoped that I made the right remarks at the right times, because my mind was just not in the same room.

As I sat at the dinner table, waiting for the food that Jean was preparing, Jodie came down the stairs, happy as a lark. She had now changed into a pair of low cut sweat pants and cropped top. I could almost smell her sex as she lowered her mouth to my right ear and whispered that I wouldn’t be sorry.

Saturday morning, and Ray’s pick-up truck pulled up outside the house exactly on time. I didn’t want to shout upstairs for Jodie to get a move on in case it woke up Jean, so I made for the staircase to go and fetch her. As I got to the foot of the stairs, I was met by the sight of my daughter coming down. She was wearing a denim jacket over a white top, a pair of the tightest white shorts you could imagine and a pair of white sneakers. On her back was a small rucksack.

‘Where’s your things?’ I asked her.

She pointed to the bag. ‘I don’t think I’ll be needing much, Daddy. Just my bikini, some sun-tan oil, toothbrush and some shiny pink lipstick that I borrowed from Mom.’

Then she walked confidently out the door towards Ray’s truck.

Jodie climbed inside in between Ray and I. When he saw her tight little ass in those hotpants he gave me a wink. She put her arms around his shoulders and gave him a hello kiss on his right cheek. I noticed as she did this he gave her bare thighs a bit of a rub. 

About an hour into the journey, Jodie took off her jacket to reveal a flimsy white vest underneath. It was pretty tight fitting, and although she’s got no boobs yet, her nipples were sticking out like walnuts. I had almost forgotten that she must be just as excited as I was at the thought of how she was teasing me. She asked how long it would take to get to the woods, and when I told her it was some distance away, she said she was going to climb into the back seat for a bit of a doze. 

After another ninety minutes, we arrived at the edge of the woods, and Ray drove into the old dirt track that we both knew so well. He would follow this for a couple or three miles until we were on the banks of the small, fast-flowing river that had always provided us with real good fishing. The state of the dirt road told us that nobody had been down here for some time. In fact, in all the times we’d been coming here, I can’t ever remember seeing anyone else. 

By about 11.30 we had everything set-up. We had three tents erected, a fire built, coffee made, beers in the fridge on the back of the truck and all the fishing tackle ready to use. I must admit that in getting all the preparation work done, I had completely forgotten about my little minx of a daughter, and had sat by the banks of the river, next to Ray, looking forward to a good catch.

It was Ray’s exclamation of ‘Jeeeeeezzz’ that made me turn my gaze to where his eyes were staring. From out of her tent, Jodie came walking slowly and brazenly towards us. My jaw dropped as I gazed upon her. She was now wearing the white bikini that she had teased me with in her bedroom a couple of nights ago. I had fantasised about seeing her in it almost every waking moment since then, but the actual sight of her blew my mental images out of the water. She was so, so hot. Ray and I just gazed silently as my daughter skipped over my fishing line, dangling loosely in the river, and set a beach towel she was carrying right in front of us. Then, with that same teasing smile that I had come to know so well, she began to lubricate the front of her gorgeous little body with suntan oil. As her slim fingers worked the oil into her arms and shoulders, her skin began to glisten. We followed her hands as she covered the tops of her small boobs and flat belly with the thick liquid. Then our eyes wandered down as she let her fingers softly, sensuously caress her shapely legs, until they, too, shone in the strong sunlight. Finally, in a moment of deliberate cock teasing, Jodie rubbed the oil around the tiniest thin strip of white material that just about covered her pussy, although not so much that Ray and I couldn’t make out the pouting lips that lay underneath.

After teasing us like this, my daughter then lay down on the towel, keeping one leg straight and bending the other at the knee. From our position, Ray and I could see the full length of her body, and we both craned our heads to get a better view of whatever delights lay inside of her bikini bottoms. She had been right; she was good eye candy. So good that neither of us were interested in the fishing anymore, not even when Ray’s line went taught. He just carried on looking at my daughter, one of his hands conspicuously moving around in his trouser pocket.

After about half an hour in this position, Jodie sat up and turned onto her tummy. If anything, there was more skin on show here than on her front. All we could see of any material were two very thin spaghetti straps where her top fastened around her neck and back, and a thin strip in between the cheeks of her beautifully tight little ass. Coyly, Jodie looked up at her uncle Ray and asked him if he’d oil her back. I was beginning to feel a bit jealous as he rushed up quicker than if an alligator had been under his seat. My daughter passed him the bottle and he poured some onto her shoulders. His big hands made her body look small as he greedily massaged the oil into her skin. Jodie moaned as she told him he had a lovely touch. Suddenly, she raised her head a little and stared me straight in the eyes, smiling. Then she turned her head towards her uncle and whispered something in his ear. Ray laughed a bit and then he, too, looked up at me.

‘Hey, Dan. Jodie, here, wants to know if you’d like to help me out with this lube job?’ 

I stood up slowly. Jodie was really pushing this teasing, and although I was very excited at what might happen, I had this nagging voice in my head reminding me who she was.

I moved over to where she lay and knelt down next to my brother. He handed me the bottle and Jodie said I should do her lower back. I poured on some of the sticky oil and let my right hand move towards her skin. I had to stifle an audible groan as I first came into contact with her soft, blemish free body. As we both rubbed the oil into her, far more so than was required, my daughter groaned huskily and said how good it felt to have two strong men to do this for her. I could feel the swelling in my pants reaching an uncomfortable size. It was just then that Ray noticed there were no white lines on Jodie’s skin. When she mentioned that she sunbathed in our back yard in the nude whenever her Mom and I were out, Ray whistled and said he’d have to make sure he came round to our place unexpectedly more often in future. Jodie laughed in that ‘yes, that would be nice’ laugh of hers. 

By now we were both using two hands to feel up my daughter’s back, any pretence of applying suntan oil long since gone. I was getting a bit turned-on just by seeing my brother’s fat, hairy hands on her smooth body. It was then that Jodie spoke, asking one of us if we’d be good enough to do her ass, as it was one of her most tender regions. Ray and I stopped our massaging immediately and looked at each other. I took hold of the bottle with some force, and with silent head movements, instructed him to get lost. Taking the hint, Ray stood up. 

‘Hey, I think I’ll leave that nice job to your Dad.’ He said to Jodie as he began to walk back to his tent. Then holding out an oily right palm, he joked; ‘Besides, it’s a shame to waste this when there are bishops to be bashed.’ Jodie got the joke and told her uncle he was a naughty man. But we all knew who the real instigator was; my horny little daughter.

As I heard the tent zip close shut on Ray, I dribbled copious amounts of oil onto my daughter’s ass cheeks. As I watched my right hand move towards her skin, I felt curiously detached, like I was watching a film. As soon as my hand touched Jodie’s butt she cried out a low, husky howl. I didn’t think that my prick, locked away in my pants, could get much stiffer than it already was; but I was wrong. When my hand ran over my daughter’s smooth, firm buttocks, I felt like my cock was going to snap in two if I didn’t free it soon. I squeezed some of her flesh between my thumb and forefinger and watched as the oil oozed from her pores. Her butt was now wet, slippery and very inviting. Jodie was still growling quietly when I decided to chance my luck. Slowly, I allowed my hand to move towards the crack of her ass. Then, tentatively, I let my index finger slide under the thin strip of white material that was her thong. Even though she had teased me into a frenzy, there was still a chance that Ray had been wrong and that my actions had gone too far. I briefly thought of the consequences; divorce, court case, prison? But my lust was more powerful than my fear, so I let my finger trace a natural path down my daughter’s valley. 




Family Secrets



Jodie had her face buried deep into her towel as my finger approached her ass hole. Feeling courageous, I slowly circled her anal opening. Sensing a quickening of my daughter’s breathing, my finger’s orbit went in ever decreasing circles. And then, almost before I realised how close I was, the tip of my nail pressed against the resistance of Jodie’s ass hole. She started to groan louder as I forced the tip of my finger into her tight, little hole and made twisting motions. After a minute of listening to her moans, I quickly stood up and commanded her to do the same. As she rose up, I told her to take hold of her towel. My daughter asked me where we were going. I simply said that we were going into the woods for some privacy; I think she knew what that meant.

I took a tight hold of my daughter’s arm and dragged her into the woods; I was in no mood for her normally slow pace of walking. I was now panting to fuck her, and didn’t care that the bulge in my pants was clearly visible to her gaze. 

She complained in typical brat like manner as I pulled her over fallen tees and then pushed her ahead of me when the path got a bit wider. After twenty minutes’ walking, I saw some signs that I recognised which told me we were nearly there. Then, around the next clump of trees, I saw it. I don’t know who built the cabin, so far into these woods, but it had been abandoned before my time and looked empty now. Jodie stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the old wooden building and declared that she wasn’t going into such a dirty looking place. I took a firmer grip of her arm and pulled her with me towards the door. It was stuck a bit so I kicked it open and pushed Jodie inside. Closing the door behind me, I realised just how excited I was to be alone with my sexy daughter in a place like this. 

‘You know why I brought you here?’, I asked her.

Jodie, coy now rather than brash, simply nodded her head.

I walked over to her. I was a good head and a half taller than my daughter, and she had to tilt her head back to look into my eyes.

‘Turn around’, I ordered.

Jodie bit on her shiny, pink-glossed bottom lip as she slowly turned her back to me. I placed a finger on the base of her spine and let it slowly rise up to her neck. It brought a shudder from her. I noticed how dry my mouth had become as I pulled at the bow that was loosely fastened around her halter strap and watched it fall away. I caressed her smooth, bare shoulders before letting my hands move down to the other bow. This, too, undid very easily, and her skimpy bikini top fell to the floor.

‘Turn to face me.’ I told my daughter, brusquely.

She hesitated a bit too long, which caused me to shout my command even more forcefully. This brought the desired result. Soon, I was staring down at the uncovered, pert little breasts of my daughter. What she had teased me with in her bedroom just a few days ago, she now seemed reluctant to share. I took a step closer until there was hardly any room between us. I brought the back of my right hand up to Jodie’s firm, flat tummy. I could see the slight flickering of her skin under my hand as it made contact; was she excited too? Or was she just a bit regretful for having set this dangerous game in motion? Either way, I didn’t care; I meant to have her. 

I turned my hand so that the palm was against her skin and slowly stroked her in ever rising movements. As my fingers had wandered around her ass earlier, so they now teased her erect nipples. I grabbed them both between thumb and forefinger and squeezed them hard, twisting them as I did so. Jodie squealed a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then, grabbing hold of her shoulders, I brought my mouth down to suck upon them. I was more gentle with my tongue than I had been with my fingers, and it brought about the response I had desired, as my daughter began to swoon back and forth in my arms. 

I took the towel from where she had placed it on a chair and spread it out over the sturdy wooden table that stood in the middle of the room. Then I lifted Jodie onto it and told her to lay flat. I took hold of her ankles and let my hands run up her golden legs. I made gentle swirling movements around her boyish hips, getting ever more aroused by her groans and cries. Now it was time to see her most secret place. I hooked my index fingers underneath the narrow waistband of her thongs and began to pull downwards. Helpfully, my daughter raised her hips to let me pull off the flimsy bottoms. As her pink, pouting pussy came into my view, bare and inviting, I felt my loins starting to grind.

I threw her thongs onto the floor and bent my head down to her beautiful honey-pot. Jodie was already squirming in anticipation even before I touched her, but when my tongue brushed against those pink flaps of hers she just went wild, bucking to an orgasm and loudly calling out ‘Daddy, Daddy.’ Eagerly my mouth and tongue devoured her sweetness. She tasted so young and fresh and I swear I could taste the honey pouring out of her tender gash, but, on reflection, it must have been the suntan oil. I licked her out for over ten minutes, and in that time I think she must have climaxed twice, maybe even three times. But now it was my turn. I had a raging hardon to subdue.

I picked her up off the table and told her to bend over it with her ass in the air. Man, she was so lithe and supple, and just looking at her bent over like that made me want to cream my pants. I parted her legs a little further with my right foot and stood in between them. I couldn’t wait to get my cock stuck into this lovely daughter of mine. It was so stiff that I had to pull it down to get it level with her butt. I took hold of it firmly and began to swipe it from left to right over her glistening cheeks. Soon, my steely weapon was also shining with oil that had rubbed onto it. Then I placed it in the crack between her cheeks and began back and forward movements. Jodie went silent as I placed the tip of my knob against the tightness of her ass hole. Jean, my wife, had never let me fuck her in the ass, but I was not about to offer that same opportunity to my daughter. I looked down at my slippery shaft and pressed forward. Jodie’s anal passage suddenly opened to me. I pushed my cock further in, to the point where the helmet had completely disappeared. Jodie gave out a loud ‘oooohhhh’ as I penetrated her deeper. By the time my whole length was in her, Jodie was banging her fists on the table. I began to pump her ass with full, slow strokes. Looking down on her I could hardly believe what I was doing. I fondled the back of her thighs and squeezed her butt as my tempo began to speed up. And then, almost to my surprise, my daughter’s left hand came around and began to gently fondle my balls. As she cupped and squeezed them, she huskily urged me to shoot my load up inside her. I looked down to see her delicate fingers massaging my gonads and noticed that my own thighs had oil on them now from the contact I had been making with the backs of Jodie’s legs. I had been banging her for ages and now I could feel my sap begin to rise. I shouted that I was coming and this caused Jodie to scream, ‘Yes Daddy, yes, yes, let me have it all.’ At the same time the pressure of her hand on my balls increased, and all of a sudden I was emptying my sac into my daughter’s ass. As the last drops of semen trickled out of me, I fell onto Jodie’s back and began to gently lick her shoulders.

By the time I had recovered and slipped my cock out of Jodie’s ass, she was already putting her bikini back on.

‘Did you like that, Daddy?’, she asked, wearing that same superior smile that had recently disappeared for just a few minutes.

I didn’t answer. I just took hold of her arm and led her back to camp. 

By the time we got back to camp, Ray was back in his seat drinking a beer and holding onto his line. He looked up as we approached and gave us a knowing smile.

‘You two have a nice time?’ he asked, with mock innocence.

‘Looks like you’ve swapped one pole in the hand for another, uncle Ray’, Jodie said cheekily making the comparison between Ray’s fishing rod and his cock. Then she headed off to her tent to freshen up. As soon as Jodie was out of sight, Ray asked me if I’d fucked her. I simply nodded.

‘Woooohooooo,’ he exclaimed, ‘I told you it was a lock. When do I get a go at her?’

Now that question completely threw me. I had never given that scenario a thought. When I appeared less than enthusiastic, Ray reminded me that I’d want to go on fucking her now that I’d had a taste, and it wouldn’t be too easy in my own house, what with Jean not working and always at home. He went on to say that I could take Jodie there any time I wanted and fuck her all day long. On the condition that he got a bit as well. I thought about it for a while and had to agree he had a point. I told Ray he could have Jodie later tonight after we’d eaten.

Ray and I had a few beers while Jodie prepared a simple meal. It got dark around eight-ish and Ray got up to say that he was going down to the river for a bit of a wash. When I lost sight of him, I turned to Jodie and told her to go into my tent; I was ready to give her it once again. As soon as we were both inside, I told her to lay on her back. I peeled off her T-shirt, shorts and panties, and removed her red sneakers. All she had on was a pair of those cute little white socks that are made especially for sports shoes. Then I took off my own shirt. There was a fairly bright moon overhead, so I had a good view of my daughter’s petite body. I had another massive hardon, which popped out of my shorts as I pulled them down to my ankles. Jodie gasped when she saw how aroused I was. I positioned myself above her and guided my meat into her tender pussy.

‘Ohhhh, Godddd’, she cried as I slammed it in right up to the root. I soon got into a good rhythm and was pounding away at her when I heard Ray outside.

‘Hey, Danny, remember what you said? I get a go at her tonight’.

I didn’t want anything to spoil this, so I told him to fuck-off and come back later.

‘Come on bro,’ he implored, ‘I’ve got a real boner out here and I’ve gotta put in her real soon.’

I was just about to repeat my last comment when Jodie spoke softly.

‘Daddy, wouldn’t it make you even more excited to let uncle Ray see what you’re doing to me, and then you watching him and me?’

She had a point. Like I said, Ray and I had often hunted women together and it had always been a turn-on when we’d shared someone in a threesome. So I told him to come in.

Ray climbed into the tent, which was plenty roomy enough, and zipped the flap behind him. I was lying straight as a dye over my daughter, my weight supported by my arms. My ass shooting up and down as I pummelled her tender love box.

‘Whooooaaaa, you like that don’t you, kitten,’ he whispered to her, ‘you like what your daddy’s doin’ to ya?’

Jodie was breathing loudly and moaning as she approached a climax beneath me, but managed to tell her uncle that she really, really loved it. It was a warm night, and the condensation in the tent made the temperature even hotter. By now, I was sweating like a pig. Beads of perspiration were dripping off my whole body onto Jodie’s. She was still covered with the suntan oil from that afternoon, so the moisture I was passing onto her gave her a “just stepped out of the shower look”. 

Ray moved his face close to hers just as she was about to cum. She turned to face him and he brought his lips to hers. To see my daughter and my brother nibbling and licking each other passionately while I was fucking her, their tongues making slurping noises, and her shiny lipstick smeared across her mouth, was all too much for me. And as they were locked in a sweaty embrace, I felt my juices begin to flow as my balls tightened up.

Soon my lips were fighting with Ray’s for the attention of Jodie’s mouth, and her face moved feverishly from side-to-side to satisfy us both.

‘Hey, bro,’ Ray began, pulling his lips away from Jodie’s suddenly, ‘don’t shoot your load up inside her, I hate sloppy seconds.’

‘Fuck you,’ I replied harshly, ‘she’s my daughter, and if I want to cum inside her then I will do.’ The absurdity of the statement being completely lost to me at the time. And before I knew it, as I ground my pelvis into hers, my daughter and I were locked in a simultaneous orgasm, the likes of which I have never known.

No sooner had I let my limping dick slide out of Jodie’s snatch, than Ray clawed her from under me and jumped on top of his niece. He had already stripped off in record time and was eager to vent his lust. Now I’d remembered why I called him ‘Stumpy’ when we were kids. Ray’s cock is only about five inches long when erect, but it must about half as much again in circumference. Jodie was still recovering from her own climax and was still a little disoriented when her uncle drove his fat, hairy cock into her tight pussy. I think its girth genuinely hurt her momentarily, and she cried out in pain. Ray took no notice and began pounding her with full strokes. After just a minute though, he complained that she was too wet inside and he couldn’t get any friction going. As he pulled his cock out of her, giving me a look of un-gentlemanly disgust, he told Jodie to turn over. 

Looking at my daughter lying on all fours, head on the floor, ass sticking up and getting ready to be poked by her uncle, I started to get aroused again. Kneeling behind her, Ray used his left hand to force Jodie’s cheeks apart. I watched intensely as he placed his thick cock at her anus and pushed forward. Jodie screamed even louder this time as he forced it all the way up. Ray didn’t care. He was just happy to be in something tight. As he porked his fat sausage in and out of Jodie’s ass, I looked at her hands. They were clenched tightly, pulling at the blanket on which she lay. The expression on her face was not one of enjoyment. Strangely, this also turned me on. I had another erection by now, so I manoeuvred myself in front of Jodie, and offered my cock up to her mouth. At first she wouldn’t part her lips. So I took hold of the sides of her head and forced myself into her mouth. I thrust my hips gently back and forth. I found that I could just get my knob in before she started to gag. After about five minutes, the three of us were in a pretty good synchronous rhythm; in movement and noise. I could see Jodie’s ass wobble every time Ray banged into her, and I could see her head bobbing back and forth over the swollen smoothness of my glans. We went at it like this for ages. Ray was the first to crack. I saw his face screw up and I knew he was about to shoot his load. He gripped Jodie’s sides so tightly that I thought he was going to break her skin, then his head snapped back and he cried out in relief as his spunk shot up my daughter’s ass hole.. A minute later and I was emptying my load into her gorgeous, warm, sticky mouth. Almost immediately the three of us, exhausted, went fast asleep. 

By the time we were packing to go home the next day, I’d lost count of how many more times Ray and I had fucked Jodie. She must have taken about a pint of our semen, all told, in various orifices. I told her she’d better get used to it.

About three weeks later, having gotten the taste for keeping it in the family, I told Jean that I’d be late home that night.

‘Working late?’ she asked.

‘No’, I replied, ‘I’m gonna go round and see Mom.’

‘Give her my love,’ Jean went on, ‘and tell her I think you look so much like you Dad with that moustache you’ve grown.



Family Secrets



All sex scenes in this story involve people 18 yo or older.

Family Secrets 

September 2006

*MONDAY*

He'd been only twelve when she'd won her first gold medal in Sydney. As he watched her standing in front of the crowd at the town pool almost exactly six years later he couldn't help but remember the elation that had swept through the town of Orange Beach, Florida that sultry fall day so long ago. 

A local girl, a pretty, happy, perennially smiling girl everybody knew, his next door neighbor and ex baby sitter, she had exploded the last few meters of the Olympic pool and with one last desperate lunge had out touched a big shouldered swimmer from Germany and won gold for America. Gold for the people of Orange Beach! 

A tall, bubbly blond from Florida, she somehow represented everything that makes America great. Looks yes. But it also was her openness, her ability to laugh, her kindness, all combined with hard work, perseverance and a willingness to learn, that made her the embodiment of the American ideal. 

As he watched her talking he could see she was surprised at the size of the crowd who had appeared on what was her first day at her new job, her job as head coach of the Orange Beach High School Swimming Team as well as director of the Orange Beach Swimming Club. It had supposed to have been just an informal introductory meeting between the new boss and the staff and the swimmers. 

But the mayor and full town council had appeared, Mayor Brown with speech in hand. The principal of the high school, the woman who had replaced his father just one year ago was also there. So was the publisher of the local paper. And about another thousand curious citizens of Orange Beach had turned up. They'd all greeted her with a standing ovation.

America's swimming darling had decided to come home. It had been heralded in the weekly Orange Sentinel -- perhaps the biggest story in the town paper since the parade that had been held for her six years earlier. It had been almost four years since the boy had last seen her.

And every person in the town of seven thousand people knew what had brought her back. The story had been headline news on Fox and CNN and ESPN and the COURT channel for weeks. They'd all heard the 911 tape to the Las Angeles Police Department...the cry for help from a battered wife!

She'd married Kenny McGuire one year after returning from Sydney, a beautiful, double gold medal winning athlete who'd fallen in love with the star first baseman of our favorite team, the L.A. Dodgers. It was the perfect match -- the gold medal winning swimmer and the baseball player with matinee idol good looks. 

And of course, Kenny, being a Dodger made it even better. Just about every Orange Beacher was a Dodger fan. How could we not be with Vero Beach and Dodgertown, the spring home of the Los Angeles Dodgers just twenty-one miles away to the east. She'd met him the spring after she'd won the Olympic gold.

It had seemed like a fairy tale when they'd married. Now, Kenny McGuire wouldn't have lasted ten minutes if he walked down Main Street of Orange Beach today. And the tall teen knew he would have been at the head of the avenging pack! The boy was going to be captain of the high school swimming team that year. His name was Donald Graham. He thought she was the most desirable woman in the world!

* JACQUELINE ANN MERRYWELL - Jam *

"So, little Donny Graham is on the high school swim team," I teased, a big welcoming smile on my face as I looked up at the boy, then added, "Except he's not so little anymore."

"You remember me Miss Merrywell?" he asked shyly, a blush spreading on his cheeks. 

"Miss Merrywell? Yeah, like I'm going to forget my favorite neighbor, the little monster who always gave me a hard time when I was babysitting him?" I answered, grinning, watching this cute boy who'd become such a handsome teen. The boy who now meant so much to me.

"I never did," he protested, grinning like an idiot, his face now beet red. It was a lovely contrast to his blond hair and blue eyes.

The crowds had finally left and now I was surrounded only by my two assistant coaches and the thirty some members of the high school swim team, the number one program in the state. And yours truly, battered wife or not, was determined to keep it there.

****

"Hey you, are you heading home?" I called out to Donny who was looking back at me as he talked to a beautiful, dark haired teen by the pool gate. Our meeting had just broken up.

I watched him as he gave a quick kiss to the girl and then turned and walked over to me.

"Yup...soon," he answered, his eyes flitting back and forth from mine to the girl by the gate. "Are you staying at your house tonight Miss Merrywell?"

"What happened to Jam? Isn't that what you and your crazy sister used to call me?"

"You weren't famous then," Donny responded with a grin. 

I had always liked little Donny and his sister Gail. But who was this cute boy/man? This boy who could blush so easily while turning teenage girls knees to jelly? "My furniture doesn't arrive til Sunday. I want to check the house though," I added. "Gosh I've got so much I want to do before it arrives."

"I'll help," Donny promised. 

"I'm going out now to see what work I have to get done. Want a ride?"

"Yeah, sure...please. Let me talk to Kim first for a second," he said as he looked back at the cute teen waiting thirty feet away. Lucky little girl I thought, a wave of nostalgia for my teenage years sweeping over me.

"Is your daddy home?" I tried to ask nonchalantly ten minutes later as I turned my Audi into the short, tree lined private cul-de-sac that held the Graham and Merrywell houses. But as I asked Donny a shiver of fear coursed through my body. 

"You haven't heard?" he demanded looking over at me in surprise.

"What?" I asked as Donny started laughing.

"I thought you knew. He got married. Just last Saturday. I was his best man."

"What? Your father? To who?" 

"You won't believe it," he promised with a huge grin.

"But he's too old," I stammered, completely rocked by the news. But I also knew Robert Graham would never think he was too old for any woman.

"She's hardly older than me," Donny added.

"Who is?"

"Do you remember the Collins family...they lived over on Poinsettia Road?" the boy asked.

"Yeah sure, I went to school with Glen," I answered, completely mystified. Did he marry Glen's mother I wondered.

"Do you remember his sister Marjorie?"

"The younger sister?"

"Yup," Donny agreed, "she's twenty-two now. Just graduated nursing school. She married dad on Saturday."

"But...gosh, your daddy's got to be sixty now."

"Sixty-three. He's taken her on a six week tour of Europe for their honeymoon." I could see he was amused at my surprise.

"But why would she marry him? I mean, she was such a pretty little girl." But as I spoke I remembered the feel of him when he was inside me. Remembered how he had made my body thrash in ecstasy. For a second I felt a tinge of jealousy towards little Marjorie.

"You should see her now," Donny said, then gave a wolf whistle.

Thoughts and emotions flooded through my mind. Relief surely was the strongest but surprisingly I also felt jealousy and regret. "Who's taking care of you then?" I asked, offhandedly, completely lost in thought.

"Isn't that why you came home Miss Merrywell?" he asked me daringly, a grin on his face, "to baby-sit little Donny?"

"If you call me Miss Merrywell again I may put you across my knee young man," I joked back even while knowing that the only reason I'd come back to Orange Grove was the Grahams -- father and son and daughter. "How's Gail anyway?" I asked as I thought of Donny's sister, stalling, still trying to catch up to my whirling mind.

"She left for Gainesville right after dad's wedding. First year...wants to study engineering," Donny answered, a certain disdain for the university choice of his sister clear in his voice.

"U.F.? Yuck," I groaned, my Florida State background and dislike of everything Gator showing.

"I know," the boy agreed, "She's turning into a loser." But watching him and remembering the two children from my babysitting days I knew how much they loved each other.

****

I actually laughed when I saw the two houses; delighted they looked exactly as I remembered them. They stood side by side, two-story houses that stood framed by the palm trees and lush Florida vegetation that surrounded them. They were sentinels for the vast orange groves that marched outwards behind them.

I hadn't been back since I'd convinced my mom to rent the house and move to California to live with me and my baseball playing husband four years ago. God, don't think about mom, I admonished myself even as the wave of sadness started to flow through my body. Mom, already dead six months.

"You okay," Donny asked, somehow sensing my pain.

"I was thinking of mom," I whispered, then wiped the tear from the corner of my eye.

"We wrote you...Gail and I...when we heard...your mom was always nice to us," Donny replied sadly. "She used to sneak us ice cream when dad wasn't looking."

"She liked you guys," I agreed and then ruffled Donny's blond curls.

Donny followed me as we toured from room to room in the large, two-story, deserted house. "I had cleaners in last week," I said offhandedly to Donny, my mind still trying to digest the news of his father.

"Yeah, we saw them. Gail was hoping you'd get here before she left."

"I was hoping to get some painting done this week, my bedroom, kitchen, living room, dining room, bathroom," I added as we walked. "I'll never get it done now."

"Why not? We could do it. It's only Monday...school doesn't start for a week."

"You have better things to do than that."

"No I don't. And I'll call up the team ...we can have ten people here painting tomorrow morning."

"I don't have any paint, any brushes...anything," I protested, waving my arms helplessly.

Thirty minutes later we were on our way to Vero Beach and the brand new Loews that had just opened, a list of room measurements and preferred colors in hand. Donny had simply run roughshod over all my objections. Why not, he'd asked. 

Then he used his cell non stop as we drove and had six commitments from teammates to be at the house at nine the next morning even before we'd pulled into the two acre Loews parking lot that was less than five minutes away from the Dodger complex I knew so well. 

An hour and a half later my trunk was brimming with supplies and I led Donny to a local eatery for dinner.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come here," Donny mumbled through a hamburger.

"How come?" I asked as we ate.

"I don't know...your husband and all," he said, shy again now, "you guys probably ate here all the time...when you were going out I mean," he added hesitantly.

"Guess I'm pretty famous around here eh? Everyone feels sorry for poor little me...," I started, still mad that my problems and the awful tape had been played all over America.

"He should be shot...horsewhipped...if he ever shows his face," the boy interrupted.

"It wasn't all his fault Donny."

"You don't hit a woman," the boy replied with a force that surprised me.

"No, you don't," I agreed, remembering the hurt my husbands fists had rained down on me. The bastard, I thought to myself as I tried to keep the tears from flowing.

****

We were quiet, both of us lost in our own thoughts the rest of dinner, but as we drove back towards home I finally roused myself and asked, "So, tell me about this Kim."

"What?" he asked and then immediately reddened.

"C'mon Donny. The dark haired girl. The one you kissed, your girlfriend?" I asked with a grin.

"She's just a friend. In my class. On the swim team..." he said, a boys embarrassment clear in his tone. "We're not serious or anything."

"Does she know that?" I teased. Boys didn't have a clue.

****

We unloaded the car quickly when we got back to my house. I was surprised at how excited I was at the prospect of actually getting the painting done.

"Thanks Donny...for everything...I really," I started as we stood on my front porch, me ready to jump in my car and head for town. Gosh, I realized, I'd almost leaned over and given him a kiss.

"Where are you going to stay anyway?" Donny asked.

"I'll get a room at the Comfort Inn for a couple of days."

"Crikey, don't be crazy, you can stay in Gail's room," he insisted, "Why waste the money?"

"But...I can't...I mean you're all alone," I stammered, the thought of entering the Graham house daunting.

"C'mon Miss Merrywell...Jam," he said with a cocky smirk. "Besides with all the money you save you can hold a big bar-b-q for the team when we've finished painting. You'll owe us."

"Oh can I?" I asked but smiled saying it, then finally agreed, my desire to enter the Graham house again outlasting my fear. Besides, Mr. Graham was in Europe. But then, later, for hours I lay trembling between the sheets of Gail Graham's bed. Remembering other nights, other days, other beds.

I dreamt. Of an evil man. But as I lay writhing on the bed, groaning in my sleep as I was despoiled, as I was torn in two, the devils face slowly morphed into his sons. You can't have him Jacqui, part of me tried to warn. 

*TUESDAY*

Donny and I had eaten breakfast and were setting up the supplies by the time the teens starting arriving around nine the next morning. No one even bothered to ask where I'd spent the night as I handed out assignments. Fifteen teens eventually arrived, and although the atmosphere was more party-like than business-like, by two in the afternoon a first coat of paint was put on every room in the house.

The boys had also carried down the furniture that had been stored in the attic for the last four years; a dining room table, a couple of sofas that would be okay in the den or on the porch, my parents old bedroom furniture, and finally some bookcases and other odds and ends I thought I could use. It was starting to feel like a home.

Then I herded them grumbling to the town pool for a late afternoon practice. If you guys want to be number one...

****

Swimming is serious work! I mean it. Oh it can be fun too but to be a top swimmer takes dedication and long hours. Hour after hour of laps. Weight lifting. But you know, kids like it. Unlike football or baseball its coed so the hard work is tempered by the chance to socialize. Then there's the bathing suits!

It's hard to be modest about your body if you're a serious swimmer. Let's face it, there's just nowhere to hide when you have a racing suit on. Breast size, the exact outline of your nipples, gosh, you can even tell if a girl shaves down below when she gets out of the water and her wet suit is sticking to her like a second skin. Sticking up the crack of your butt.

And the boys! Through the thin, red, nylon suits you could follow every vein that ran up the young cocks, you could see the ridge as each shaft thickened into circumcised bulbs. There was no reason to guess about penis size, every girl on the pool deck could give you a rundown on every boy.

You just got used to it. Lived with it. Or you got out. Male swimmers always claimed that the most 'endowed' athletes came from their sport, a claim that could be easily verified at one glance at any meet. Small cocked boys invariably quit.

And of course Donny lived up to that reputation. And more. I'd been watching my first practice from the tower at one end of the pool, just trying to get a first impression of the styles and strengths of the some thirty people doing lap after lap under me. 

He was the last out of the water, and stood stretching languidly for seconds as the water streamed off his muscled body. Tall, with broad shoulders, he shook his head once and then bent over and touched his ankles. His stretched hamstrings led up to a tight, round butt that pointed directly up at me.

As he stretched back up and turned to answer one of is buddies my eyes momentarily caught Kim and another girl across the deck. Oh, oh, I thought, recognizing the hungry stares both were directing at this young god. Then I turned back to Donny.

I almost fell out of my chair and tumbled off the tower into the water below. Christ, I'd known he'd be big, shit, the genetics had promised it. Still, anyone watching me would have seen the surprise etched on my face, would have seen how my eyes hungrily devoured him. I watched transfixed as one of his hands moved to his groin and adjusted himself. "Jeeesus," I mumbled half aloud, "like father, like son."

****

"I'll sleep at my place tonight," I insisted as we ate the steaks Donny had just grilled. It was just past nine-thirty but the heat of the Florida day still lingered oppressively around us. Without the screens of the Florida porch on the Graham house, the humming insects that seemed everywhere would have dined on us.

"Don't be silly. You won't be able to breathe with the fumes." For a second I heard the steely authority of his father's voice in his son's tone. Still, I didn't argue. I liked the thought of sleeping in the same house as this young man.

We were sipping wine with our meal. A hearty red which went perfectly with the thick sirloins we were eating. I had tried to refuse him when he suggested that he also should partake of the wine.

"You're too young...what would people think if they knew the swimming coach was offering her charges the demon drink?" I asked.

"I'm eighteen. Besides, Daddy serves us wine. Me and Gail," he argued.

"He does not. Does he?"

"Yes," Donny insisted as he reached for the bottle.

"Before or after he seduces and marries twenty-two year old girls?" I asked, curious to know more about his father's marriage.

"She says she loves him," Donny said as I let him pour himself a glass, "that he's everything she wants."

"What did her family think?"

"Daddy can make people do what he wants," he suddenly spat out, an unsuspected venom for his father clear in his words.

"I know," I whispered back but I don't think Donny heard.

I slept fitfully again that night, endless dreams, dreams of two men, of two men fighting to possess me. Of two cocks, large, thick cocks, cocks that became sabers that dueled to own me.

*WEDNESDAY*

"So which one is it?" I asked Donny the next night around ten. We had started painting a little later that morning but still, by four in the afternoon the second coat was finished and the job was done. It was party time. On me. 

And so I found myself as chaperone for a group of sixteen, seventeen and eighteen year old teenagers. I'd bought soda, burgers and hot dogs and bags of chips which we ate around the backyard pool. For the next five hours, until they finally had started to wander off, I'd acted the adult, supervising them. I knew if I hadn't been there they'd have been drinking beer. Smoking dope?

And the whole time I'd wanted to be one of them. To be young again. To not have a care in the world. I was too young to be the adult.

"Which one is what?" Donny asked in answer to my question.

"Kim or Mandy?" I asked. Amanda was the name of the other team member who'd showed more than a little bit of interest in my young neighbor. I'd cracked open another bottle of wine after the rest of the kids had left. Both of us were sipping as we dangled our feet in the water.

"What do you mean?" he stalled, reddening.

I swear, I meant only to ask him which one he liked, which one was his girlfriend. They'd both been hovering around him all day. Pushing their bikini clad bodies against him. But I asked instead, "Which one have you slept with?" And then added, "Or are you sleeping with both?"

He didn't answer, instead simply pushed gently on my back and propelled me into the pool.

"Donny!" I chided with a laugh when I finally surfaced.




Family Secrets



****

Later, both of us now moderately high, I raised the subject of Donny's mom and her death some two years earlier.

"I hate him," Donny suddenly hissed.

"Who honey?" I asked, having no idea what he meant.

"Daddy...god he can be a bastard."

Did he know about us I wondered? Did Robert Graham's son know what his father had done to me so many years ago? How? 

"He hit her. Hit mommy," was suddenly ejaculated from his angry young lips.

"Your father? He hit your mom?" I asked, astounded.

"I didn't do anything...for years...not until it was too late,' he spat out, the tears now flowing down his cheeks. "He hit Gail...me too...I should have protected them," he cried.

"You were just a boy. You couldn't have done anything," I tried to comfort even as I realized I should have guessed. "He was so big, so strong Donny," I said as I remembered how his father had so easily manhandled me.

"I finally fought him...I was scared Jam...so scared...but I couldn't do anything. He'd been hurting her for so long."

"What happened?" I asked, trying to imagine this boy facing his father.

"It was when I was fifteen. Three years ago," the now strong eighteen year old started. "He hit mom...slapped her right in front of Gail and I...I had to Miss Merrywell...I had to stop him."

As I listened, wondering how a thin fifteen year old could ever have hoped to match up with his father, I couldn't help wishing that I'd had someone to protect me the many times I'd been mauled, been forced to accept his ugly body.

"He broke my nose, messed up my knee some," Donny added, but with just a touch of pride in his voice now.

"Oh my gawd, the evil bastard," I hissed, irate, forgetting for a second the boy as I remembered the father.

"I gave him a black eye."

"What?"

"And two broken ribs...it sorta ended up even." There was a man's pride now in the Donny's eyes. 

"You beat your daddy? Oh my gawd Donny, you were so brave," I said as I pulled his head to my chest. 

"I waited so long," he answered, the tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"You were just a boy," I said, trying to console this boy/man. I gently ran my hands through his blond mane.

"It was my mother. My sister. I should have protected them...I was scared," he admitted.

"Of course you were...but you still faced him. Like a real man. You were brave Donny, so brave." 

"He can be so bad," Donny wailed.

"Can I tell you a story," I suddenly asked, knowing I was about to tell this boy the story I'd never told anyone.

"About what?"

"About me...about your dad."

"But," he said, confusion in his eyes.

"When I came back from Atlanta, my first Olympics," I started. "Oh I thought I was pretty good, seventeen years old, had won a bronze medal in the 200 butterfly, we'd won a silver in the medley relay...my picture had been in Sports Illustrated."

"I remember how excited the town was," Donny interjectied, watching me intently, his tears forgotten. 

"I was pretty full of myself those first few weeks back at school...I was a bit of a bitch," I admitted.

"You?"

"Uh huh. Then one day I was sent to your daddy's office. He hurt me."

"What?"

"When he started to talk to me I sassed him back, let him know how important I thought I was."

"You sassed daddy?" he asked, knowing from long experience how dangerous that was.

"He just grabbed me and bent me over his desk and started to spank me. With a thick wooden paddle. It hurt...so much."

"I know," Donny agreed and I knew he too had felt his father's hand.

"I fought him...screamed...tried to get away," I told the son. "Then I told him I'd go to the police...tell everyone." The memories of the day were still so fresh in my mind as I panted out my confession. "He just laughed and told me I was suspended for two weeks. That I should transfer somewhere else if I didn't like his discipline, that he didn't want me back, not with my attitude."

"What did you do," Donny whispered.

"I begged him...told him I was sorry...that I'd never be bad again."

"He let you go?"

"Bend over, he ordered me. And don't say another word he added. I was scared Donny," I told the teen, "So scared."

"You let him?" Donny demanded.

"I had no one to protect me. I was so scared. It was just mom and me then. What could I do?" Donny held me as I told him how his father had lifted my short plaid skirt and delivered blow after blow atop my thin, white, cotton panties. He held me when I told him how I'd finally fled from his father's office, red blotches of blood staining them.

"He's a bastard," Donny growled. "Did he ever do it again?"

"Not for the rest of that year," I hedged, still unwilling to tell the whole story. "But I was so scared of him...scared that he'd call me back to his office. Or that some night when I was baby sitting you he'd come home early and do it again."

For minutes afterward Donny cradled me in his strong arms as I cried softly. But I couldn't help but notice the hard-on that was straining against its confinement in his shorts. 

It was Donny I dreamed of that night. Tossing and turning in his sister's bed I dreamed of his long, hard cock filling me in that most forbidden of couplings.

*THURSDAY*

Donny was off to Palm Beach Thursday with his summer league baseball team, their last regular game before the playoffs. "I'll be home for dinner," he promised, "Wait for me, I'll bar-b-q some chicken."

"Don't worry about me. What about Kim and Mandy? You've been ignoring the poor girls," I teased with a smile, flirting shamelessly with a boy I could never have.

"Don't eat without me," he threatened back, grinning madly, in love.

I spent the day doing the hundred little chores that always need to be done when you move. Electricity and phone and mail and internet and cable and...

I positioned my parents old bedroom furniture in the large back bedroom, the bedroom that overlooked the backyard and pool and gave a view of the orange groves that started at the edge of our yard and wound for miles towards the west. There was also a large side window that faced the Graham house. That in fact faced Donny's room just thirty feet away. I made the bed; I'd decided to finally take up residence in my home.

Then I went out and bought some groceries...some more wine. Later, I had just hopped out of the shower when I saw one of his friends drop Donny off in front of his door. Quickly pulling on a cream colored silk cami and rather tight yellow shorts I realized how badly I wanted this boy to find me attractive. 

I quickly brushed my still wet hair. Dabbed perfume onto my body. Then rushing I reached my back door and opened it just as he was about to knock.

"How'd you guys do?" I asked the startled teen.

"Great, we won. You haven't eaten yet have you?" he blurted out.

"I'm baby sitting you," I teased. "I'm not allowed to eat before you."

We talked and drank as the chicken cooked. I drank more than I had the night before. I knew if I didn't I'd never have the courage to tell him part two of my story.

"He spanked me again," I started three hours later. We'd eaten and drunk our fill in the preceding hours. Replete and sitting with my legs tucked comfortably under me the urge to confess drove me on. Donny was sitting watching me from the other end of the couch. The only light came from a few stars twinkling in the southern sky. It was easier to talk not seeing his face.

"Daddy?" he asked.

"Un huh. The next September...I'd just turned eighteen the month before...had spent the summer with the national team...it was just the second week of school. I hadn't done anything wrong Donny...it wasn't fair."

"What did he say?" his son asked me.

"He called me to his office. After last period. I was scared Donny. He was nice at first...asked me how my summer had been. How I'd liked traveling to South America for the Pan Am games. I thought everything was okay." The wine and my memories suddenly made me weepy.

"Are you alright Jacqui?" Donny suddenly asked out of the darkness and then I felt his arm slip around me. It was the first time he'd called me by my name. I loved the sound of it on his lips.

I nestled my head against his chest as I started to speak again. "I have to spank you again little girl, he said to me when I finished telling him about my summer. I asked him why...told him I'd been good...that it just wasn't fair."

Donny knew from long experience that reasoning with his father never did any good and so simply held me tighter and let me talk. 

"C'mon here, he finally ordered me, his anger and impatience obvious. I thought...oh Donny, I thought okay, it'll hurt but it's just once, then it'll be all over. It was my last year there. I just went to his desk, bent over, I was crying."

Donny saw the tears on my cheek as I recounted my tale, lightly brushed one off and then, both afraid and excited about what I was going to say, tried to give me a way out, "You don't have to tell me Jacqui, its okay."

"He said come here little girl, then grabbed my hand and pulled me toward where he sat. But sir, I protested as he forced me across his lap. He held me down on him and then I felt him lift my skirt. I felt his hands on my panties...tugging them down...he was baring my bottom Donny. Right in his office."

"You were naked, on his lap?" Donny asked almost breathlessly. 

"He used his hand. Once...twice...three times...again and again. Then it stopped...my bum was burning...he touched me Donny," I stammered.

"He touched you where?" the boy whispered.

"My bum, the crack in my bum...and then under...in my hair, my pubic hair...then he tried to push his finger inside me. I cried, told him to stop, that it hurt...he just laughed. I could feel it Donny."

"Feel what," Donny asked hoarsely.

"His thing, it was hard...so hard...I could feel it against my thighs."

"His penis?"

"Yes Donny. His big, fat, hard penis."

"What happened?" Donny asked, his curiosity palpable in the darkness.

"I told him I was a virgin...that I'd never done it. He didn't believe me until he felt it."

"Felt what?"

"My hymen. Then he laughed and just said that's perfect. Then he started to spank me again. It seemed to go on forever."

"But he let you go? Without -"

"He pushed me off his lap. Let me fall to my knees between his legs. My bum was stinging Donny...I started to back away. He stopped me. Grabbed my head so I couldn't move."

"Why?" the boy asked but he already knew. His own cock was now throbbing between his legs.

"He lowered his fly," I said. "He pulled it out...his penis," I added as I burrowed further into the warm arms of his son. "Kiss it Jacqui, he ordered as he waved it in front of my face. It was so big Donny, so big. There was a drop of liquid at the end of it. Lick it little girl, he ordered as he pulled my face towards it."

"Did you?" Donny asked, as I pushed a breast against his side. Down the gaping top of my cami I knew he could see a thickened nipple. My aureoles were puffed out in need.

"He made me. I couldn't stop him. I was just a girl, a virgin, eighteen years old," I cried. "It tasted terrible! Then he made me open my mouth...he pushed it in. It hurt...I gagged...he didn't care Donny. Suck me, he kept saying...lick me little girl ...swallow me," he ordered.

"The bastard," Donny mumbled even as he slipped a hand under the waistband of his shorts.

"It suddenly spurted, a great, thick strand. His sperm...in my mouth...then again...and again. I was choking Donny, I pulled back. He spurted again...in my face...then in my hair...on my tunic. He was panting, groaning, but then, when he was finished...when his penis was softening he made me take it in my mouth again. He made me lick it clean."

I was finished, drained and ashamed as I trembled in his son's arms eight years later. Simply sat quietly in his arms as he gently held me. I knew Donny could see my breasts but didn't care. I knew my story had excited him, I could sense the hardness of his young prick just inches from my hand. I wanted him but knew I couldn't have him.

"I'm going to bed," I finally announced.

"But...but what happened? Later I mean, with daddy," he asked.

"I shouldn't tell you...you're too young, he's your daddy," I said, denying him, but knowing he'd eventually hear every gruesome detail.

"Please," he begged.

"I'm too tired, maybe later."

"Tomorrow?"

"I can't... I have a date."

"WHAT? He almost shouted. 

"It's Friday tomorrow. You must be going out with Kim. The kids said there's a big end of summer party tomorrow."

"I don't need to go," the boy protested. "Who are you going out with anyway?"

"I met Mr. Campbell in town today, the music teacher, he asked me to dinner. I knew you'd be busy...I said okay."

"He's like fifty yeas old," Donny protested.

"He's not. He's not much older than me." I was secretly thrilled to have heard the jealousy in Donny's voice.

"He's bald!"

"It's just dinner Donny. We're not getting married."

"Still..."

"You'll have a good time at your party."

"Then can we talk some more Saturday?" he demanded.

"Sure," I agreed quickly.

"We could go to the beach...just you and I...a picnic," he proposed.

"Maybe," I offered. "Now go to bed."

"Yes Miss Merrywell," he finally agreed, then added smiling, "Is my baby sitter going to come and tuck me in?"

Of course I didn't! I may have wanted to but...Instead I was nestled naked between my sheets five minutes later. I watched silently when Donny appeared in his room directly across the yard ten minutes later. He had just showered. For minutes he moved around his brightly lit room naked. His cock was half hard and bright crimson. As I watched the proud, big cocked teen I knew he'd just masturbated under the hot, wet pulses of the showerhead. Knew he'd been thinking of me when his cum splattered angrily against the shower door. He was beautiful! And he knew I was watching him.

*FRIDAY*

I answered my bedside phone the next night just before midnight. I'd had a fun dinner with the music teacher but had retired early. Donny had been right -- he was too old for me! It had been impossible not to look at his receding airline and slight paunch and not think of the young teen off somewhere with his sexy little friends.

"Are you alone?" I heard whispered down the line. It was Donny.

"Yes, and I was happily asleep," I answered grumpily. But I was elated to hear his voice. "Are you at your party?"

"No, I'm home. Over here," he said and then I saw the lights in his bedroom flash on and off three or four times.

"Where's Kim?" I purred down the line.

"I'm alone," he replied, a touch of anger in his voice. Then he flicked the lights once more and then left them on. "Can't you see me?"

"I'm not blind," I answered as I stared at Donny. He was just wearing a pair of white boxers. "You're not very modestly dressed," I chided.

"Hah, you see me in less every day at the pool. Can I come over?" he asked.

"No, it's late. I was sleeping. Now go to bed."

"I'm not tired. Can't we at least talk on the phone?"

"I thought that's what we were doing," I teased, now that I was awake I was in no hurry to end the call.

"Turn on your light then, so I can see you," he asked as he sat back against the headboard of his bed.

"I'm don't have anything on," I answered but my tone was more an invitation than a refusal.

"You sleep naked?"

"Uh huh." I knew he could hear the smile in my voice. 

"Then stay under your sheet. Tell me about daddy...please Jacqui," he pled.

I held the sheet up as I leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp. "Okay?" I asked down the line as I sat back against my headboard. The sheet barely covered my breasts. "Can you see me?"

"You're beautiful," he complimented.

"I was so scared after your daddy made me do those things," I started softly, ignoring his last words.

"After you sucked him," Donny asked eagerly. My eyes followed his hand as he slipped it into his shorts.

"Yes...after I sucked his big penis," I agreed, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. "But for the next couple of weeks he didn't do anything. The next time I sat for you and Gail he was so nice. Asking about mom and school as if nothing had happened."

"You thought he'd want to do it again?" Donny asked. He did nothing to disguise the fact he was slowly stroking his cock.

"Yes, that or something else," I whispered. I let the sheet slowly fall to my waist.

I could hear the sudden intake of his breath and then the question, "Something else?"

"He knew I was a virgin."

"But nothing happened?"

"Not for three weeks...not until your mom went to visit her sister." My left hand was now moving rhythmically over my breasts. My nipples ached in need.

"What happened?"

"Your daddy asked me to baby sit one night. Told my mom he might be out late, til two or three, that I'd probably be late coming home." 

"And," he encouraged, his penis now sticking proudly out through his fly. He closed one big palm around the fat shaft. It covered only half its length. He slowly moved his hand up and down.

"I went over at about six, fed you and Gail while he dressed. When he left he said he'd be late...that I shouldn't worry. I bathed you guys, read to you, put you to bed around eight-thirty. Then I waited."

"You waited? For what?" Donny asked.

"I knew he was coming for me." Donny looked up as he heard the whimper in my voice, watched spellbound as I tossed aside the sheet. Slowly spread my legs.

"You're a real blond," he tried to joke but I could hear the nervous catch in his voice.

"Yes, are you?" I dared.

"Why didn't you leave?" he asked as he slipped the boxers down his legs. He was a natural blond.

"And leave you guys?"

"Did he come?"

"He raped me...for hours," I said as I slipped a finger inside myself.

"I hate him," Donny hissed. His hand was now a blur of motion in his lap.

"It was so big Donny. He ripped off my clothes and carried me to your momma's bed. Then he pushed my thighs wide with his hands as he knelt naked between my legs. It was ugly Donny, an angry purple shaft sticking up against his stomach."

"Did it hurt?" Donny wanted to know.

I ignored Donny's question. "Yours is nicer," I whispered, a second finger now inside me.

"It is?"

"I wanted to call you...you and Gail. I wanted you to come rescue me. But I didn't say anything, not even when he brought the thick, dark bulb right to my crack. Not even when he pushed into me, splitting me."

"I would have helped you," Donny promised from his bed forty feet away.

"I screamed, I couldn't help it Donny. When he thrust in, when he tore my hymen apart."

"Did you bleed Jacqui?" the boy demanded.

"There was blood all over the sheet. I could feel it dripping over my thighs as he thrust his spear again and again into me. I think I passed out for a second. But he went on and on. Deeper and deeper. I was stuffed...sore...I hated it...hated him. I cried."

I watched as Donny stood and moved towards the window, his cock huge in his hand. "Did he come...inside you I mean," he asked.

"He made me come first," I admitted softly.

"You came? You had an orgasm?"

"It just happened Donny," I whimpered, remembering the horrors. "Suddenly my womb was pulsing open and shut and my juices were bathing his hot, throbbing shaft. And then I was flooded with cum...oh gawd, I couldn't help myself...it felt so good."

"Daddy's prick felt good?"

"Yes," I whispered back, the memory of his spurting cock fresh in my mind eight years later.

"You liked his cock?"

"No, I hated it," I denied, "but my body --"

"Wasn't he afraid of getting you pregnant?" he interrupted.

"You don't know?" I asked, looking up. "He told me later that he'd had a vasectomy ...two or three years after you were born. That he wanted to fuck lots of girls but he didn't want to get them pregnant. That he had enough with two kids."




Family Secrets



"I didn't know," the boy said softly. "Did he let you go home after he'd finished?"

"Hah! He fucked me three more times that night. He hurt me Donny! Then made me suck him," I admitted even as I felt the tremors start deep inside me. "I came each time Donny, he made me...I'm coming now Donny," I groaned as I arched my hips off the bed. "Are you ready, hurry Donny," I urged as my juices sloshed onto my fingers.

Across the way Donny released the grip on his prick and stood with hands on hips watching me. I could see it suddenly buck upwards and watched spellbound as a spurt of white cream arched and splashed against the window.

"I want to fuck you Jacqui, fuck you just like daddy did," the boy hissed between gritted teeth as his body shook again and again. Soon I could hardly see him through the splattered cream that covered his window.

"We can't...we can never do more than this," I whispered, then put down the phone and switched off the light.

*SATURDAY*

"Why?" was the first thing he asked the next morning after knocking on the back door and inviting himself in for breakfast.

"It's complicated," I answered, trying to sidestep his question, one last secret still untold.

"You can tell me all about it at the beach," he said, a confident smile on his lips.

"The beach?"

"You did agree to go with me to the beach today."

"That was before..."

"Before I knew daddy raped you?"

"Yes," I answered, knowing I'd go to the beach with him.

"We can go anyway."

"Will you promise to be good?"

"I'll always be good to you Jacqui," Donny promised.

There are miles of beach in Florida. In fact the beach meanders continuously from Miami to Jacksonville some three hundred miles to the north. So even though you may envision crowds of bathers on any Florida beach, it's actually not that hard to find a large deserted section of beach, especially in September.

We were locals. We knew the beach. So it didn't surprise me when Donny pulled the car into a spot just north of Vero Beach that bordered the southern edge of a state park. There wouldn't be anyone within miles of us. I'd let him drive my car as a treat.

We parked under some pines and walked, fully laden with supplies, through the dunes to the deserted white sand. Then spread a large, king size beach sheet between two swaying palms. Stripped down to our suits.

"It's hot...I'm going to swim. Coming?" he asked as he stood and offered me his hand.

"No, later," I replied, stretching languorously, displaying my bikini clad body for the hovering boy.

I smiled up at him, then opened my mouth in protest when he quickly shucked the Hawaiian shorts he was wearing. "DONNY!" I gasped.

"No one can see."

"I can," I protested, my eyes full of cock and balls.

"Not now," he yelled as he turned and ran toward the breaking surf. 

God, his bouncing ass drove me near crazy. I watched for minutes as he cavorted in the waves, the urge to join him almost overwhelming.

"C'MON," he finally yelled.

I rose, then walked almost zombie like towards the water that was breaking with glistening, small, white caps forty feet away.

"Take it off," he dared as he watched my approach.

"No," I refused, then dove laughing into the surf.

We spent minute after minute cavorting in the warm surf. Splashing each over, quick touches, smiles that promised everything. He lay on his back and, supported by the salty ocean water, his penis lay exposed to my hungry gaze. Bobbing proudly on his thighs as the waves swept over it. I had to fight the urge to put my lips on it and swallow him.

Finally I splashed an armful of water over him and then scrambled giggling from the surf. Heard him running after me as I ran laughing over the burning sand. A girl again, trying to lure a handsome young man. Looked back and saw him gaining on me, his cock swinging wildly as he moved. I knew I shouldn't but suddenly didn't care.

"No," I gasped laughing when his arms encircled me and pulled me against his wet body. "Please baby," I moaned as two young hands cupped my heaving breasts. And yet I pushed my rear back against the thick shaft that was growing hard and long as blood rushed into it.

"Pleasssssse," I groaned as the boys hands stripped the thin yellow bikini top from me and then slid his fingers down across my stomach.

"No Donny, we can't," I pled as he undid the knot on my hip and let my bottom slip downwards. 

"I want you...so bad Jacqui," he whispered hoarsely in my ear as he slipped a thick digit inside me. 

"Oh gawd...oh baby...please Donny, love me," I finally screamed, all resistance shattered by this man.

"I love you," he groaned as we slipped entwined to the sand.

"Fuck me...fuck me like your daddy did," I encouraged as I felt the huge thick hot shaft push inside me. "Make me cum," I ordered, suddenly filled in a way I hadn't been since his father had had his way with me so long ago.

He did! Almost immediately. Just his size and the anticipation that had been building since I'd returned to Orchard Beach suddenly erupted in an explosive orgasm that engulfed me. 

His youthful exuberance met my orgasm with a spurting flood of potent teenage sperm. We were both lost in our orgasms, almost unaware of each other as our brains were bombarded by a million jolts of pleasure. 

We slowly came back to Earth. Found ourselves still entwined and smiling at each other like idiots. "You're bad," I accused as I rolled on top of him and gave him a quick kiss. Then I settled myself over his still hard prick.

"I'm bad?" he protested as I lowered my dripping pussy down over him.

"Very, very bad," I repeated as I started to lift up and down atop him.

"Oh god yes Jacqui," he moaned as he pulled my head down to meet his lips. Again and again I rose up and down...faster and faster I moved as he tried to swallow my tongue. Urgent now, my body already opening to accept his seed, I rode this boy harder and harder until again his prick pulsed out its thick load of cum.

I fell off my lover, exhausted, then felt his and my combined juices oozing from me after his cockhead popped out from between my cunt's distended lips. 

"No...I can't...not again," I complained seconds later when he moved between my legs and slid his cock up and down my leaking sex.

"I want you," he said as he entered me for the third time. He fucked me hard this time, like a man, like a master. With my ankles draped over his shoulders he pumped his meaty cylinder into me in long, powerful piston like thrusts.

Having already spent twice inside me he now was in no rush. He settled into a rhythm that made me cry out my desperate need. I came again and again as his young cock ravaged me, simply whimpered as my body shuddered and thrashed under him. A flood of cum finally filled me. 

Later we lay on our backs, sweating under the hot sun, our heads turned to face the other. I could see the unasked question in his eyes. And even though he must have known he'd mastered me the question was still there. 

"You are," I finally conceded with a grin.

"What?" he asked, feigning incomprehension.

"What do you think," I started to answer but couldn't keep him hanging. "Much better than your daddy," I said as I moved my hand over his stomach and onto the soft shaft lying so innocently among its blond curls. "So much better."

"I love you,"

"Good," I said, knowing I'd found the only man who'd ever totally satisfy me. Then my lips engulfed him.

I didn't tell him my final secret that day!

****

Nor did I tell him for the next two weeks.

He went to school. I started my job, organized my house.

We spent every night together. Fucking hungrily. Making love. I wanted his baby inside me before his Daddy returned.

Oh, I told him stories about his father. About how in my senior year of high school, after he'd raped me, that he'd simply take me at his pleasure. How he'd ignore me for ten days and then call me to his office and fuck me over his desk. Of how he'd sneak unbidden into my bed as I slept late into the night and then stuff his cock into me as he held a hand over my mouth. Then laugh and slip away into the night.

He was my continuing nightmare that year. Yet I loved him in me. Even as I struggled against his strength my vagina would explode into orgasm after orgasm. I'd lick his cock clean as the tears fell down my cheeks. "He used to call me his little cock slut," I told Donny.

"But after you left for university you were free of him?" Donny asked one night after I'd told him another tale of his father.

"But at Christmas or Easter I'd see him. He'd watch me with eyes that promised he'd come for me...that I'd never escape. In my sophomore year he fucked me on Christmas Eve. Mommy was in the next room."

"Bastard," Donny would hiss angrily.

"When I came home from the Olympics...with the two gold medals," I started one night.

"Yes?" Donny encouraged, unable not to listen to these tales.

"The night I came home, after the parade, do you remember the parade Donny?" I asked eagerly.

Of course he did, he told me excitedly how his whole family had watched the parade as it wound down Main Street. "Then later, when you came home you came over to our house and let me touch the medals," Donny answered, the night still clear in his mind.

"Your daddy came over later that night," I whispered to the boy.

"He did?"

"He hung the two gold medals by their ribbons on his cock."

"WHAT?" the scandalized teen demanded.

"Then he made me suck him...for hours. Then pushed one of the medals into my sopping sex. Drenchit sperm over it."

"Jeeesus," the teen groaned but his cock was hard and bucking against my thigh. We'd always make love after one of these old stories.

****

"He'll want me you know," I told Donny one night as we lay in a post sex embrace.

"Daddy?" he asked, and then after seeing my confirming nod said, "But he just got married."

"You'll have to protect me," I insisted. We both knew his father too well to believe he would ever leave me alone.

"You're mine," he said with an icy determination.

"You'll have to stop him," I warned.

****

I finally told him. Exactly one week before his father was due to return. I knew that Donny would have to know everything if I expected him to be my lover and the father of my children. Besides if I didn't tell him I knew his father would!

We'd had bar-b-q'ed steaks, made love. Then swam naked in the pool. Fucked. We had split a bottle of wine during the evening. Donny's father was due back in a week.

"Hey you," I started, "I love you."

"Of course you do," Donny agreed as he pulled me into his arms. We were sitting on the wide, comfortable couch on my back porch. Still naked.

"I have a secret." He didn't say anything, just lightly caressed my shoulder to encourage me. "You may not...I mean it's not," I stammered, not sure where to begin.

He waited silently as I gathered myself.

"When mamma got sick," I started again. "She was very sick Donny...we knew she was dying. God, the cancer was so bad honey, watching her waste away like that. And she was only in her fifties," I complained, the hurt still so raw in me.

Donny simply pulled me tighter against his warm body.

"The last weeks she was in terrible pain. They had to give her morphine...it made her talk," I said remembering.

"I don't know if she really wanted to tell me or if the drugs made her say it. But I think she wanted me to know," I said, wondering for the thousandth time what her motivation had been. 

"What did she say?" Donny asked.

"Momma married when she was only nineteen. Daddy was forty-nine...it was his second marriage. He had just built this big, new house," I said softly. "Your parents were the only neighbors...your dad was in his thirties but your mom wasn't much older than mine. They liked each other. They all became friends."

"Then one day Daddy was out of town...on a sales trip. He was sales manager for Dawson's Orange Groves. He used to have to go away for a week at a time. The downstairs toilet overflowed...there was a leak or something," I told Donny, repeating the words my mother had gasped out to me through her pain six months earlier.

"She called your pa...it was like ten-thirty on a Tuesday night." I felt Donny stir beside me as I talked, the mention of his father awakening his interest.

"He rushed over with his tools...he just had on some old jeans and a t-shirt. Took him about thirty minutes to get it all fixed. He was soaking and dirty when he finished. Water was everywhere. Mom of course thanked him profusely. Even told him to have your mom bring over his dirty clothes in the morning and she'd wash them. Poor mom," I mumbled. Scared now to tell the rest.

"How come?' Donny asked, still not really interested in the tale.

"Take them now, Mrs. Merrywell, you dad suddenly said as he pulled the t-shirt over his head and then unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them."

"WHAT?" Donny demanded, suddenly all ears.

"He fucked her."

"My dad fucked your mom?" he asked, still not understanding the implication.

"Raped her, just bent her over the toilet and fucked her" I insisted. "Then he went on for hours. On the cold, wet tile floor. Just like he did to me nineteen years later."

"But..." Donny protested.

"And then later, whenever he wanted her he'd take her. For years. Until she came to live with me."

"But what about your father? Why didn't she tell him...or the police.?"

"She was scared...ashamed...he'd hit her...hurt her...just like your mom." I hesitated, then said, "she was pregnant with his child."

"But you're your mom's only child," Donny protested, but as I watched I saw complete comprehension came into his eyes "You're my sister?"

"Half sister," I whispered, then held my breath. But there was no rejection in Donny's eyes. No hate. No horror. I slowly breathed in.

"No wonder I've always loved you," he finally said, then pulled me to him. I cried as he gently made love to me.

******

I knew he was coming that night. It had slowly been building since the newlyweds had returned six days earlier. Every time I'd seen him the message was clear in the old man's eyes. A simple message -- 'you're still mine little girl and I'll come for you soon'.

Donny and I had just finished making love when we heard a creaking protest from the unoiled hinge on my back door. The light was off, Donny was standing naked in the corner opposite the bed, and I was lying naked in my bed with my lovers cum oozing from between my thighs, when Robert Graham turned the handle and creeped inside my bedroom.

"Wake up, little girl," he hissed as he walked toward me. Then again, louder, "WAKE UP," ordered as the old man let his pajama bottoms, the only clothing he wore, slip down his legs.

"Whaaaaat," I groaned, stretching under the thin sheet as I pretended to waken. Then a screaming, "NOOOOO," when Donny's father ripped the sheet from my naked body and exposed me.

"You couldn't stay away from me, could you?" he demanded in a gloating laugh. "I knew your small cocked baseball player couldn't ever satisfy you. You missed Mr. Cock, didn't you?" he asking, laughing as he took his rampant cock in hand and waved it at me.

"Its ugly...so ugly...you're ugly," I yelled, aware always of Donny hovering against the wall.

"I'll fuck you until you're crying for mercy, you little bitch," he threatened.

"I have a boyfriend now, a lover," I answered, "a man."

"You'll always be my little cock slut," he crowed.

"Look," I ordered, then quickly turned on the lamp and spread my cum stained thighs to my tormenter.

"You fucking bitch," he stormed in rage, his eyes locked on the sperm sticky in my pubic hair.

"Its real sperm...a man's cum...a man who'll give me a baby, not like yours," I spat out.

"BITCH," he threatened, his arm raised ready to strike.

"Don't daddy!" it wasn't said loudly or shouted but Donny's two words seemed to freeze his father.

"You're married," Donny said accusingly as he moved into the light. Naked. His cock hanging half filled between his thighs. A drop of sperm hanging from its end.

Seeing the two men side by side all my fears of the father vanished. The vision of the hulking, hurtful man fell away as I saw how he'd aged. How his son simply outshone him as they stood glaring at each other.

"So you're fucking this slut too now are you sonny boy?" the father asked his son. But you could see the fear in the old mans eyes.

"Go home," Donny ordered as he engulfed me in his strong arms.

"You fool, you bloody fool," he sneered.

"Get out!"

"Fuck me. Oh fuck me Mr. Graham, she used to beg me. She could never get enough son...she'll come back to me when she's tired of you, when she's ready for a man again."

"I'm having Donny's baby, a man's baby," I said laughing.

"Donny -" his dad started.

"GET...THE...FUCK...OUT!" Donny yelled as he pushed his father towards the open door.

Robert Graham inched back, his pride hardly allowing this retreat. "You know who she is don't you?" he finally blurted out, clearly ready to tell his own son the most despicable of secrets.

There was a cold anger to his son's quick answer. An anger that was unforgiving. "Do I know that you raped Jacqui's mother? Year after year. Beat her. Then raped and beat your own daughter. Is that what you're asking?"

"It wasn't like that," his dumfounded replied.

"Not another word," Donny thundered, "and if you ever touch Jacqui again I'll kill you."

****

I had Donny Grahams baby eight months later...I simply pretended it was a last surprise gift from my former husband and our last night of violence.

Robert Graham left town before his granddaughters birth. Left just three days after his new bride filed divorce papers claiming physical abuse. 

I love my brother....

THE END

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Family Secrets



I'm a happily married man of 47, and I live in Essex, England, with my wife Stella and our daughter, Sarah. She's 25 now, but still chooses to live at home with us. As I said, our marriage is happy, but I've been punting on and off for a few years now. That is to say, meeting prostitutes and having a bit of fun with them. It's not that I don't love Stella; I do -- probably more now than when we first met. It's just that, like a lot of marriages, the erotic spark has slowly gone out of ours. We still make love maybe once a month, but Stell prefers kisses and cuddles these days. Besides, it's Stella the person I love, not the packaging. Most women get bigger and softer as they get older, it's natural, but you start to miss the feel of a tight, firm, young body, a girlish giggle and the flirtyness that goes with youthful sex. 

That's why I go for young women. I don't mean girls who look like they could be jailbait, I'm really not into that. My taste is for women in their 20s, with fully developed bodies and minds. I also prefer British girls to the East European economic migrants who are escorting in such numbers these days. I think I'm still reasonably good-looking -- okay, I'm not George Clooney, despite us having been born in the same month, but I've still got a full head of chestnut brown hair, blue eyes and a cheerful grin (all my own teeth!), a sunny disposition and a six-foot, well-toned hairy body. Working in the furniture removal business most of my life has been as good as working out at the gym three times a week. I've also got a meaty 7-inch cock that the girls seem to like. I love that feeling of meeting an attractive young lady, getting to know her a bit, then us seducing each other and having fun. Okay, I know I'm just buying their affection, but all the girls I have met have been genuinely nice, we've got on well, and I've seen a few of them more than once. Maybe I've just been lucky that way.

A few months back I was surfing the Net, looking for a pretty girl to hook up with, when I stumbled across a report of a brothel in the town next to ours. I usually book through agencies or with independent girls. I'd never really been conscious of brothels in England, it just seems like a more continental thing somehow. Anyway, with it being so close I thought I'd like to give it a go, so I gave them a ring. The Australian woman who answered the phone said she was Aurelia, and assured me that there were always at least two British girls available, so I decided to pay them a call. One advantage of my job is that it often involves working weekends, which means I get days off during the week when Stella's at her work and I don't have to account for myself.

The establishment was in quite a classy looking street, made up of big Victorian villas. When I rang the bell a very respectable looking middle-aged housewife type opened it. I said Aurelia had invited me, and she let me in with a big smile. She showed me into what I suppose had originally been the front parlour but was now an office. Sitting behind the desk was a woman in her 40s with long blonde hair, heavy eye make-up and lipstick, and dressed in a black basque which revealed most of her large pushed-up boobs. This was Aurelia. She greeted me warmly, I handed over my money and we chatted for a bit about the sort of ladies I like. With a big smile, she said, "Hmm, I think we've got just the one for you. Alexa's working today -- very classy girl, sounds like just your type. If you'd like to wait in the room next door, she'll be free for you in about 10 minutes."

The room was red -- red plush armchairs and sofas, a red carpet, red curtains -- very red. There were various girlie magazines on coffee tables, and a widescreen TV showing porn movies and, to be honest, I started to feel a bit uncomfortable with the tackiness of it all. A pretty young girl who I reckoned must be about 19 brought me a cup of coffee and sat and chatted. Her name was Nina and she was from Slovakia. She was tiny, maybe five-foot-one, with shoulder length, wavy black hair and a black basque -- apparently the house uniform -- revealing very pale skin and small breasts. Her legs were short and muscular, clad in black stockings.

She was very sweet, and I was just beginning to re-consider my attitude to European girls and say that if Alexa was still busy Nina would do nicely, when Aurelia appeared and beckoned me to follow her. She led me up a flight of stairs, as I watched her ample arse swaying in front of me, and into a small bedroom, a king-sized double bed almost completely filling one end of it. There was a small shower cabinet in the corner. Aurelia gave me a wink and said, "You just make yourself comfortable, George, and Alexa will be here in moments." Then, with a giggle, she left.

I kicked off my shoes and sprawled on the bed, removing my shirt. After a few seconds the door opened and a cultured voice said, "Hi, I'm Alexa. You must be -- oh my God!"

The cultured tone had slipped at the end, into a voice I knew. I sat up, stared and muttered, "Jesus Christ!" Standing before me, her hand pressed to her mouth in shock, and dressed only in a red basque, very brief matching thong panties and black high-heeled shoes, was my daughter! To say I was dumbfounded would be the biggest understatement of all-time -- I could scarcely believe it.

Sarah sat heavily on the end of the bed, staring at me. Shaking her head, she said softly, "Dad, I didn't know you went in for this sort of thing."

I actually laughed at that, then said incredulously, "You didn't know I...I thought you were in the bloody office in London you claim to go off to every morning! How long have you been doing this?"

She shrugged, and stared at her feet. "It started when I was at university. A couple of blokes at a club offered me and a friend some money to go back to their hotel with them and, well, the extra cash I started making made student life a lot more comfortable. Then, when I got my degree, I did start doing a proper job, but I missed the money, and the fun, so I started escorting again. It's a lot better pay than I'd get working in an office." Feeling a bit light-headed with the surprise of what I was learning, I asked how she'd started at the brothel. "Well, we've only been open three weeks. I met Jo -- that's Aurelia -- through an escort chat-room ages ago, and when she started this place she invited me to work here."

I slumped forwards, shaking my head in astonishment. "I can't believe I've come across my own daughter, working in a bloody knocking shop."

She mumbled, "Well, you haven't cum anywhere yet", but a sharp look from me wiped the smirk off her face. "Sorry. Look Dad, all the girls who do this work are somebody's daughter. I'm not ashamed of the way I make a living, it's just not the sort of work you tell your parents about. I help a lot of frustrated men -- like you -- have a good time with a nice looking, friendly young girl for an hour or two. We're all consenting adults, I've made some good friends, we all have fun and I've got a nice little nest-egg building up. Just so long as the bloke's lady doesn't find out, nobody's getting hurt. In fact we probably save quite a few marriages. I take it Mum doesn't know you do this?"

I chuckled, humourlessly. "What do you think?"

Sarah stroked my arm lightly and, to show I wasn't really angry at her, I took her hand and whispered, "I love you Sarah, and whatever you do with your life's fine by me, just so long as you don't put yourself at risk." We sat there in silence for a while, both absorbing what we'd just found out about each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I had a good look at my daughter. I can honestly say that, until that moment, I had never in my entire life thought of her in any sort of sexual way -- I mean, she was just my little girl. But sitting there, on that bed, trying to view her objectively, for the first time I saw her in a new light. She really is beautiful. She has shoulder length wavy chestnut hair framing a pretty face with big Bambi eyes and a wide sensual mouth. She's five-foot-eight, slim, but with a nice set of B-cup boobs, emphasised by her narrow back, and her legs are very long and very shapely. Looking at Sarah in that light felt very strange yet, at the same time, amazingly erotic.

After a couple of minutes she sighed and, standing, asked, "Do you want me to go and get you another girl Dad?"

I thought about little Nina who'd brought me my coffee and chatted with me. Then I slowly stood and voiced the thoughts that had been developing in my mind while we sat there. "Why? I paid for a tall, slim, beautiful girl, and that's what I've got. And it's George, by the way." I stepped very close to her and reached around her to begin undoing the hooks which secured her basque. 

Her eyes widened in shock for a moment, then a naughty smile began to spread slowly across her face. I felt the flat of her hand rub firmly across my groin. Reverting to her professional cultured voice, she whispered into my ear, "Okay, George, let's get you stripped and ready for action then."

I undid the last hook of her basque and stepped away from her, taking it with me. Her breasts looked just like her mother's at the same age, round with big, firm red nipples. She knelt in front of me and unbelted my trousers, then I shuddered as she licked across my belly, inches from my cock. She slipped my trousers and pants down then, with a throaty chuckle, said, "Oh my, do they call you Big George?" I laughed and told her it had been known.

I felt surprisingly relaxed as she lay me face down on the bed then, standing level with my eyes, slipped off her panties. She had a light brown all-over tan, and her shaved pussy gave me a good view of the start of her slit. She knelt astride me and I twitched as she poured cold massage oil onto my back and began to rub it firmly across my skin with her warm, smooth hands. She really is a skilled masseuse, and worked quite hard on the knot of tension I get in my neck and shoulders. As she kneaded one shoulder she cooed into my ear, "Ooh, you've got lovely strong muscles George. I hope you're as strong all over."

Having worked her way down my back, with her hands and her swaying breasts, she did each of my feet and my legs, again working the muscles with strong fingers. Finally, she massaged each of my buttocks, then began to slide her middle finger quite deep down my bum crack, ending each pass by stroking it lightly across my scrotum. I found that a real turn-on, and grunted with pleasure. As she massaged me I reached round behind me and stroked her thighs, her tits, her feet, anything I could lay my hand on. At one point I managed to run a finger the length of her pussy slit. It seemed to already be wet, and she sighed and wiggled on my finger. At first I tried not to think about the fact that it was my own daughter I was doing this with, but then I found that recognising it was her made me feel even more horny.

After a few minutes on my bum and balls, Sarah lightly slapped one cheek and told me to turn over. When I did, my prick stood up like a moon rocket. She giggled, and murmured, "Mm, I think that swelling needs a very special massage." I sucked her sweet breasts for a few minutes, loving the feel of her nipples on my tongue, then she flipped her leg over me and, with her back to me, dropped her mouth onto my cock. I've always enjoyed that, but the feel of my own child's tongue and lips caressing me, and her fingers stroking and squeezing my balls, was amazing. I reached up and stroked her pretty pussy with a couple of fingers, and she wiggled her backside and lowered it towards my face. Taking the hint, I grasped her hips and pulled her down onto me. 

The moment my tongue touched her quim she squealed in delight, and began sucking my cock even harder. I wasn't sure how long I could last in that heavenly mouth, so I stopped long enough to gasp, "Don't make me cum, I'm not sure I can manage twice."

She breathed, "Okay sweetie, I'll just concentrate on you making me cum then." She sat back and I rubbed my face deep into her, making her growl with arousal. We gradually scooched around, with a bit of mutual giggling as we manoeuvred, until we were lying head to tail, my tongue lapping at her pussy and my fingers massaging her clit, while she gently stroked and occasionally licked my erection. When she came it was energetic and noisy, with a lot of writhing and gasping. With escorts you sometimes wonder if they're faking it, but the way Sarah juiced up, and the way her eyes glazed, I had no doubt hers was the real thing. (I've come to realise she's got a real hair trigger.)

After that I couldn't wait to actually get my cock inside her. She's got a gorgeous bum, and I fancied it doggy style, but she shook her head and said, "Not this time George, I want to look at your face as you cum inside me." She normally uses condoms for full sex, but she said with a wink "I think we can trust each other", and positioned me at the opening of her slit. Remembering how much she liked my muscles I pushed in hard, and rode her with fast, powerful, deep strokes. She loved it, wailing with joy and wrapping her arms and legs tight around me. She came again surprisingly quickly, and pulled my head down, mashing her lips to mine and thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. I carried on for a couple of minutes more, slamming into her and kneading her tits, I held off for as long as possible, until finally I exploded into her like a volcano, my eyes fixed on her lovely face as I did. We cuddled up after that to catch our breath, and she kissed me on the nose and whispered, "Thank you Daddy."

We both live a sort of strange double life now. When we're at home she's still my sweet little girl Sarah, and not a single word passes between us that wouldn't normally be exchanged between any father and daughter, not even when we're completely alone. But every few weeks I make a trip back to the brothel and have a wonderful time with my naughty Alexa. The last time I actually had a threesome with her and Nina, the Slovak girl. That was amazing! First I fucked Nina, then we lay on the bed in a circle while I licked and fingered Sarah/Alexa and she did the same for Nina, who sucked me back to hardness, after which I fucked Sarah doggy style, and managed to cum twice in a session for the first time in ages. Nobody, not Nina, Aurelia or anyone else, has any idea that Alexa's best customer is her own dad, and we're both having great fun keeping our little secret.



Family Secrets



Adam's parents were going on holiday to France for a month to visit his grandparents, and he they decided that he should stay at his aunt's house while they were gone. He had no problem with that, especially since his aunt, and his three cousins, Sarah, Jessica, and Luke were great fun. His parents hugged him and then drove off. He knocked on the door and his aunt opened up immediately.

"Oh hi Adam. Come on in. It's so nice to see you. Just go on upstairs, and unpack your things. We're going to the movies in a few minutes." He went up and spread out his things in the spare room. After greeting his cousins and getting changed, they all went to the cinema. Then his aunt decided that they would eat dinner at Pizza Hut, and when they got back it was time for them to sleep. They all raced each other upstairs, and while his cousins went to get changed, his aunt held him back.

"Adam, stay there for a second. I want to talk to you."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I have a little family secret to confess to you."

"What is it?"

"Basically, your entire family have sex." Adam was sure that he misunderstood her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's a family tradition that's been going on for a long time and we have sex for fun. The women all use contraception so there's no chance of babies."

"Well, how come my parents don't have sex, then?"

"You're parent's didn't use contraception and ended up having a child. They don't want their children to do the same thing even though we still use contraception."

"Oh OK. Well, why haven't you done it before then? I've stayed here tons of times, but you've never had sex before."

"That's because you've only stayed here for a day or two, so we could easily just stop for that long, seeing as your parents wouldn't approve. But this time you're staying for a month and that's a long time. We can't suppress our sexual desires for that long. Look, if you don't want to do it, we'll try and keep the noise down and we'll give you earplugs so you can sleep."

"No, no. I think I'll do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure." While he was saying all this, he started to get an erection.

"Can I see your boobs?" he asked. His aunt laughed and said,

"We'll save that for later. First I think Sarah will relieve your pretty big boner." She called Sarah to where they were talking.

"Adam has agreed, but by the size of his boner I think he needs some sexual relief. Why don't you help him?"

"Oh OK." Sarah said, holding Adam's hand and leading him to the loft room. When they got up, she instructed him to strip down to his boxers. While he was doing so, she took off her nightgown to reveal some lacy see-through lingerie.

She went down to her knees, and pulled down Adam's shorts. Looking up seductively at him, she tugged on his penis before putting it in her mouth and blowing him. She was so amazing at it. His aunt had really taught her well. Halfway she stopped to take off her bra. Just as he was about to cum in her mouth, she pulled out his penis and tugged on it. He ended up erupting on her tits. They kissed, and he was about to go downstairs, before Sarah stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going? It's my turn now, big boy." She jumped onto the bed and spread her legs out wide. After pulling down her knickers, she motioned at him to masturbate her, and he obliged. He sucked on her clit after putting his finger in her vagina. He kept on masturbating until she squirted a huge amount of juice on his face and body. 

After kissing again, they held hands and walked down to his two other cousins and his aunt, who were waiting for him.

"Now Adam, go with Luke into his room."

"But why?"

"Just do as I say." So Adam and Luke went into Luke's room, where Luke gave Adam some briefs.

"Why are we wearing these?" he asked.

"Basically, before we have full-on sex, we want each other to look attractive and make us want them. So we try and make ourselves as revealing as we can, without showing each other our goods."

"Do I have to get changed in front of you?"

"Dude, you're already naked." In all the fun, Adam had forgotten that he hadn't put his clothes back on. 

"Oh right. yeah." he said, a bit embarrassed. Luke also took off all his clothes, and Adam could see that his penis was bigger. They both put on their briefs, and went into his aunt's room, where his female relatives were waiting for him.

"OK Luke. Because this is your first time, we're going to have to teach you how to have sex. It will be quite hard to take three women at once, so you have the choice of me or your two cousins to teach you." Adam opted for his aunt. 

"Are you going to teach me in a seperate room?"

"No. Why?"

"It's just that, where are we going to all have sex when there's two groups."

"Luke and you're two cousins will be having sex on the floor, while we are on the bed. OK, then. Let's get started. Take off my lingerie for me, won't you?" He quickly pulled off her lingerie, tempted by her boobs. She turned around so he could see her private parts, and was stunned. They were so much better than he expected.

"So I'm going to teach you my favourite positions in sex. First of all, I'll go easy on you. This one is called the cowgirl position. Just sit flat on the bed, and I'll do the rest." He sat as his aunt climbed on top of his penis, and then shoved it into her vagina. It was an amazing experience. She then moved up and down, sliding it in and out. 

"That't it Adam. Fuck me. Fuck your aunt hard. Ohhhh come on baby. Get in there."

"I'm going to cum. Get ready."

"Ohhhh yeah. That's good." she said, as she felt the warm surges of his cum flowing into her. She got off and got on top of him and kissed him. Her tongue went into his mouth and his went into hers.

"The next position is called the doggy style. This time you have to do some work, so it should be a bit more fun." She instructed him to get on his knees, and she did the same. She then showed him where to put his penis and he fucked her repeatedly until he had came all over her.

Soon it was time for all of them to go to sleep. This time, they all slept in the same bed. Adam though that it would be over, but a quick tug on his penis from Jessica said otherwise. He would be looking forward to the next month. 



Family Secrets



I winced when I overheard the phone conversation between my wife and her sister about an upcoming vacation we had planned. I could only hear Amy's side of the dialogue, but it was clear she was inviting Debbie and her family to come along.

I had nothing against Debbie. She was about forty one, five years younger than us, and kind of cute, but never stopped talking. The entire trip would now be filled with her endless chatter. Bill, her husband, was OK. I liked Bill.

And then there was Alexandra, or Alex as she was called by everyone. Alex was nineteen, going on twelve. Just about everybody had given up trying to control Alex. A week with the college sophomore would at least be entertaining, because I could sit back and watch her wreak havoc on Debbie and Bill's trip without having to be the one to rein her in.

Not to mention simply getting to look at her for a week. Alex was by far the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen in my life. She had the body to match her looks and didn't hesitate to flaunt it. As we would be heading to warmer climates, just imagining some of her outfits made me hard.

Amy was apologetic when she came in and told me of the arrangements. I knew she would be. I also knew her remorseful mood would carry over into bed, where I used my advantage to be the beneficiary of one of her incredible blowjobs. Nobody can match Amy's skill using her mouth and hands on a hard cock. I came in torrents, but have to admit I had an image of Alex on my mind.

So, the week in Key West was to include mys. There were actually some pluses to that, including the fact Amy and Debbie would go off on their own and I would have time to do what I wanted. I envisioned a lot of bar hopping and meeting new friends, some of which would even be straight.

The mid-forties is an interesting age, especially when you look a little younger, as both Amy and I do. At forty six, you aren't so old thirty-somethings totally ignore you and you're mature enough to know which ones are bullshitting you. I consider myself fairly good looking, with all my hair and a decent body. I think women are attracted to me, but don't get the wrong idea. I have never willfully looked for another woman. The sex Amy and I have is more than satisfactory.

But things happen, you know. And God did things happen in Key West. I will relate what I experienced personally and what I eventually found out from the others in the party, as I'll explain at the end.

The trip down was uneventful except for the temporary disappearance of Alex in the airport. She was found in one of the lounges with a middle-aged executive, drinking shots and generally flirting with him until he actually thought he had a chance with her. The guy obviously never met Alex before.

More than half drunk, she survived the flight like the rest of us.

I talked to Debbie on the plane more than I had expected to. I mean, I had expected to do a lot of listening to Debbie, but she let me get a few words in and it was rather pleasant. Debbie's got the same cute, oval face as Amy, with the same dark eyes and little nose. Her hair is cut short and always looks great. Like her sister, Debbie is only about five feet three inches tall and maybe one hundred ten pounds. Her waist is tiny and her breasts are proportionally small, but sufficient to be inviting.

I thought by the end of the flight that we were on pretty good terms.

We found our hotel on South Roosevelt Avenue and checked in. Each family had a suite, consisting of a living room and bedroom plus a small area with a wet bar, microwave and refrigerator. Alex was still complaining about having to sleep on the couch when Amy and I left her and her parents to fight it out.

Alex didn't always get her way, but God she was persistent. Only when there was nothing more for her to gain from arguing would she stop. I'm sure it was a successful technique with any man she encountered, such as college professors and boyfriends. She had a seductive voice when she wanted to use it. Combined with her face and model's body, she was a formidable foe.

I truly just wanted to relax for a week and I wasn't going to let Debbie and her family prevent that from happening. Little did I know what a key role they would play in the week being one of the best ever for me and Amy.

My adventure started the very first afternoon, just a few hours after arriving. I had drifted off on my own to tour the hotel grounds and walk across to the beach. I was gone less than an hour. When I came back, Amy wasn't in the room so I walked down the hall to Debbie and Bill's room. I knocked and a few seconds later, Alex opened the door.

"Oh, hi Uncle John," she said with a smile from behind the door.

"Is Amy here?"

She shook her head. "Nope. They all went looking for you. You didn't see them?"

"No," I said.

"C'mon in," she said, opening the door wider.

For some reason, I hesitated. But I walked in anyway and as soon as Alex moved out from behind the door I saw that she wore a colorful blue and red bikini. She had to notice my prolonged glance at her as I entered. She closed the door and walked past me into the living area of the suite. I stared brazenly at her luscious ass and long, lean body, thinking about an entire week of staring at her heavenly figure.

"Don't let me keep you from prime pool time, if that's what you had planned," I told her.

"I have all week," Alex replied, falling onto the couch and crossing her legs.

I continued across to the sliding glass door that led out to a tiny patio. Below us, the white sand of Smathers Beach and, beyond that, the sparkling clear water of the Gulf of Mexico stretched as far as I could see. Palm trees lined the beach and bright blue umbrellas shaded the sunbathers.

"I don't suppose we'll be seeing you until late into the night," I said.

Alex just smiled. "We'll see."

"Do you expect to find many guys your age down here?" I asked. "Key West is packed with older men, you know."

Alex stood up and slowly strolled over to me. She said, "Maybe it's an older guy I'm looking for, Uncle John."

She tilted her head and stared at me until I almost melted. She was close enough to reach out and touch, but I convinced myself not to.

"They would all be wishing they were nineteen again so they could be with you, Alex."

She replied, "But nineteen year old guys don't know what I want. They only care about themselves. They only care about getting their hard cocks inside my pussy."

I was too stunned by her words to respond. So she continued: "An older guy knows how to take his time and make sure I'm ready. He cares about me first."

Alex had my back pretty much pinned against the glass, even though our bodies were not touching. I was about to move around her when she reached down and took hold of my right hand. She raised it without any resistance from me until I realized she was going to place it on the side of her tit.

"No, Alex," I complained.

She pulled harder and my palm rested on the outside of her bikini top. The fullness of her breast was obvious just with the miniscule touch my fingers had of it. She pressed the hand against her with more force.

"And I know what you want," she said softly. "Touch me, Uncle John. Feel my tits."

I'll never understand what made me keep my hand there, except for the fact I wanted desperately to touch her. And she knew it. My fingers instinctively tightened around the tit and I moved my palm up so it covered her nipple, giving me my first good feel of the supple skin at the top of her breast, outside the bikini.

I felt my cock react to what was happening. When Alex put her hand on top of mine and pushed it under the bikini, I got even harder. She removed her hand and I massaged the top of her breast. Then she reached up and slid the strap of her bikini off her shoulder. Only her nipple was now covered and my hand was working its way in that direction.

Something in my brain clicked and I jerked my hand away.

"No! We can't, Alex. It's...wrong."

Without saying a word, she pulled her arm out of the strap and let the bikini fall until her entire breast was exposed. I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful fullness and firmness of it.

"Yes we can, Uncle John. Who's going to know?" Alex said. "I want you to lick it. Please. I love it when guys lick my tits."

I refused to move. I looked into her imploring eyes and had to look away. Then I felt her hand on my crotch. Oh my God. When her fingers tightened around my cock through my shorts I thought I would explode. She pulled on the budding erection and I leaned forward.

My tongue slid across her nipple one time. Then again. Then I was licking it harder and taking more and more of it into my mouth. I was sucking my niece's tit and getting harder by the second. I wanted more. I lightly bit the nipple and put my hand under the breast to support it while I sucked harder.

"Ohhhh yes," Alex moaned. "Just like that."

She let go of my cock and soon her bikini top was coming off and being thrown aside. I couldn't stop myself. I alternated between her two tits, listening to her beg me to bite harder. She clutched my cock again and she had to feel the heat of it all the way through my pants. I put my hands on her ass and our bodies came together, with only her hand in between.

Finally, and decisively, I pulled away, pushed Alex aside and walked out of the room.

Five floors below, sitting on a bench by herself, Debbie continued to stare up at the scene unfolding behind the sliding glass door of her room.

***

A half hour earlier, Amy and Bill had separated from Debbie while she was inside an antique shop. Debbie waved them on when they yelled in that they were returning to the hotel.

Bill was a quiet man, not one to take over a party or share his inner thoughts. He was attractive and athletic, but not overly so in either regard. He was the type of guy anybody could easily get along with.

Amy, for some reason, was able to extract more conversation out of him than anyone in the family, including Debbie. Amy and Bill were comfortable with each other and I was comfortable with them being on a vacation together. There was not a single reason for concern.

They were laughing as they entered the hotel. Bill's stories about Alex needed no embellishment to be humorous on their own. They rode the elevator up and walked down the hall. Just as Bill was ready to enter his room, Amy invited him down to ours. It was a consequential invitation in so many ways, as time would tell.

They found the room empty, which wouldn't have been the case had Bill been allowed to enter his own room, currently occupied by myself and Alex. Amy offered Bill a beer, which he declined. They sat on the balcony and looked out at the water and beach.

Fifteen minutes was all Amy needed to say that it was too hot for sitting outside.

When they were back in the room and Amy had pulled shut the blinds to block the sun, she pulled on the front of her blouse and said, "Whew. Southern Florida is almost too hot for me. I know Debbie loves it, but the afternoons here are too much."

Bill looked at her with his most innocent guise and replied, "Where's your bikini?"

Amy chuckled and said, "God. You really don't want to see me in a bikini, Bill."

"But it's why I agreed on the trip."

Amy slapped him on the arm, but her hand never came back. Bill had hold of it and used it to pull her closer. Their eyes met for only an instant. Then his lips were on hers and a kiss followed. It startled Amy, but she didn't retreat. The kiss endured and grew stronger. Then Bill had an arm around his sister and the kiss was passionate.

Amy's little whimpers were ignored. Their tongues met and Bill's hands began to explore the outside of Amy's shirt. The hands traveled around to the front and he lightly slid them across, covertly opening a single button in the middle of the shirt.

The only sounds were the kisses and Amy's moans. They let their bodies meet and Amy instantly recognized the hardness between Bill's legs. It excited her even more and she unconsciously ground her body into his.

Bill ran his hands through her hair and held her head. When the seemingly interminable kiss ended, they held each other without saying a word. They each had too many thoughts to express just one.

Then Amy's hand was on Bill's crotch. The touch was light, but meaningful. A few seconds later, she was kneeling in front of him. Bill simply watched as Amy pulled down his zipper, reached in, and pulled out his long, thick cock.

She looked up at him one time before running her tongue along the entire length of the erection. All of a sudden, she glanced up and said, "Listen for the door."

Bill nodded but wasn't sure how much listening he would be doing with an expert cocksucker beginning to treat him to the blowjob of his life. He felt her lips wrapped around his shaft and the tongue continue to rub against it. Then Amy began to bob her head up and down and Bill knew he was in for something special.

Amy gripped the cock and stroked it furiously as she continued to use her mouth on the remainder. Occasionally, she took him deep into her throat and Bill fucked her face for a moment. The throbbing cock leaked precum onto her tongue and Amy sucked him harder.

"Amy," Bill said quietly. "You're going to...oh God. Amy! Stop. I'm gonna cum. Stop!"

She had no intention of stopping until he was done. She pulled him closer by pulling on his ass. The cock sank deeper into her mouth.

Then Bill grunted loudly, put his hands on the back of Amy's head, and started to cum. He repeatedly thrust forward and each one put another load of warm, sweet cum in her mouth. Amy swallowed and sucked, getting pleasure out of every single drop Bill's cock deposited.

It was over in thirty seconds. Amy stood up and wiped her chin while Bill zipped up his shorts.

"What about you?" Bill asked. "I owe you one."

Amy smiled and said, "We may not be alone for long. Next time."

At that moment, I slipped my key into the door and opened it, finding Bill and Amy innocently standing in the living area.

"You're back," I said, having regained a little of my own composure in the walk down the hall.

"Yes. Just a while ago," Amy said, walking towards me.

We kissed and she tasted sweeter than normal. I looked at her and nonchalantly pointed to a button that was open on her blouse.

"Where's Debbie?" I asked.

Bill and Amy shrugged. "Left her in a store, as usual," Bill said.

***

At dinner, it was Debbie who was most troubled. Alex and I had a fairly good idea what had happened between us and Amy and Bill had their own understanding. But Debbie, from her vantage point of a park bench and without hearing any of the conversation between Alex and myself, was truly distressed at the fact Alex was seducing her uncle. Equally disturbing was the fact the uncle seemed to enjoy it.

Conversations took place as though nothing had ever happened. The plunging neckline of Alex's summery dress did get my attention which, in turn, didn't go unnoticed by Debbie. Bill and Amy sat next to each other and none of us realized Amy's foot occasionally worked its way up Bill's pant leg.

Thus began a most interesting vacation for the five of us.

Debbie had a restless night trying to think of the best way to approach Alex on the subject of what she saw. Debbie initially ruled out the possibility of approaching me first, although she knew that would be easier than talking to the problem child. However, her jealousy overruled her common sense and Debbie decided it WOULD be me she talked to. Apparently the flight down had piqued her interest more than I anticipated.

The morning went by without incident and before lunch all five of us were in lounge chairs by the pool. Amy and Debbie, of course, saw this as a multiple hour event. I saw it as an attempt to last one hour in the blazing sun and then find something else to do.

More than once during the hour I noticed the striking resemblance between Amy and Debbie when all they wore were bathing suits. When they lay on their stomachs, for instance, it really was hard telling one from the other. Little did I know how significant that resemblance would soon become.

When I'd had enough of the pool, I announced that I was going down to Duval Street to get something to eat and invited anybody to come along. I got no takers. I had brought my shorts and a t-shirt, so I put those on and left the others to work on their tans. I hadn't even left the hotel grounds when I realized my swimming suit was going to be uncomfortable under my shorts. So I headed up to the room to change.

Debbie and Amy were talking, as usual, when Amy dug into her beach bag.

"What are you missing?" Debbie asked.

"I can't find my Kindle. It must have left it in the bedroom charging."

"I'm ready for a break if you want me to go get it," Debbie volunteered.

"Do you mind?" Amy said.

"Not at all," Debbie said, already rising from her lounge chair. "Give me your key."

She pulled on her sheer cover-up top and, with the key in hand, started into the hotel. Several chairs down, unnoticed by anyone, Alex picked up her phone and checked the time.

I was naked, standing at the bedroom dresser looking for underwear and thinking about Alex and Debbie. Strangely, it was Debbie's body in her two piece bathing suit that was mostly on my mind. I stroked my cock innocently a couple times and felt it react instantly to the thought of Debbie and me in a situation similar to the one Alex put me in. I concluded it wouldn't be at all bad.

I was nearly erect when I heard the door open. The meandering thoughts in my mind had me in the mood to be playful with Amy, so I hid just inside the closet closest to the door coming into the bedroom. I heard the soft footsteps approaching and my cock twitched in the darkness. I saw her shadow first, and then finally she came into view.

Her back was towards me. I sprang out and threw myself onto her, forcing her straight down onto the bed with my arms wrapping around her body.

Debbie tried to shriek, but her breath was knocked out of her when she landed on the bed with me on her back. I was gripping her breasts pretty good when she turned her head around and I saw who it was.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed.

I only lifted myself a little because the realization hit me that I was naked and very hard.

"John! It's me," Debbie cried out.

My hands were out from under her but my nakedness remained.

"Don't turn around," I said nervously.

That's when Debbie giggled and I knew the crisis was over.

"Well, THAT'S not fair," she complained. "You get to fondle me and I don't even get to look?"

I was struggling to find an answer when Debbie turned slightly onto her side, glancing back as I got onto my feet again. Her eyes locked onto my cock and for just an instant it halted its rapid return to normalcy. Then Debbie scanned my body from head to toe.

I began to turn to get clothes.

"Don't! I mean...not yet, John," Debbie said with a plea in her voice.

I looked at her and she sat on the end of the bed, facing me. She debated whether to confront me with her knowledge of me and Alex. She thought about asking why somebody closer to my own age couldn't get the same attention. Instead, she picked up the room key Amy had given her and said, "Nobody can get in."

Her meaning was clear. The look on her face was obvious. She stared at my cock. I stepped forward and Debbie reached out for it. She let my cock rest in the palm of her hand before lightly squeezing it. The blood rushed to it and in a matter of seconds I was hard again.

"I felt you on my ass, John," she said quietly. "You didn't know it was me, but I wonder if you'd have been as hard if you knew it was."




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As soon as Bill was done, he grabbed Debbie by the hips and pulled her over so he could lick her clit. Less than a minute later, her body exploded in a long, hard orgasm, aided by Alex's attack on her tits. They fell together onto the bed, remaining together until morning.

***

Breakfast the next day seemed completely normal to myself and Amy. Little did we know how the other three felt and what they were thinking. Our own little secrets were nothing compared to theirs.

We had all decided that this day would be a 'free' day where no activities were planned for the entire group. It was every man and woman for themselves, basically.

Close to noon, Bill was walking down the hall and saw the door to our room slightly ajar. He knocked and peeked in, asking if anyone was home.

"In here," Amy called out.

Bill entered and found her in the little kitchenette.

"Where's John?" he asked.

"Looking for the best deal on a golf cart to rent so we can get around a little more," she explained, drying her hands.

"So we're alone," Bill smiled.

"Yep."

"And we have time for me to pay my debt?" Bill said.

Amy grinned back and said, "You don't owe me anything."

"Oh, yes I do. And I pay my debts."

He moved closer and they kissed innocently at first, but it became more zealous when Bill's hand slid up and under the little skirt Amy wore. He heard her whimper when his fingers slid across her panties and onto her clit.

"I'd love to, Bill, but I don't know...," Amy said.

"Be quiet. Somebody might hear."

With that, he bent down and reached up for her panties. He pulled them off quickly and Amy let him. Bill pushed up the skirt and planted his face on her pussy. Amy leaned back against the counter and Bill started to lick up and down her pussy.

"Bill. Oh my God...yes," Amy purred.

His tongue was like a small cock as it explored her deeper and deeper. Amy clutched at his hair and moaned when his tongue hit her clit. She rocked forward and forced his mouth onto her clit even tighter. He ate her for the next several minutes.

I know because I had come back to the room, finding the door ajar just as Bill had. I snuck in, hearing my wife's mews of delight. I watched them the entire time.

I watched her bend her head back as her orgasm approached. I saw Bill hold her by the ass and squeeze her soft cheeks. I listened to her announce that she was going to cum.

My cock ached inside my shorts when I watched Amy's orgasm for the first time as a non-participant. I loved the way her face showed the pleasure she was getting out of her brother eating her pussy. I loved hearing the indistinguishable words she spoke.

It was over quickly. I think she was still a little afraid of...

"Hi," I announced.

I almost laughed out loud at the scene when they realized I was there. Bill bumped his head on the way up and Amy hit him again when she tried to push her skirt back into place.

"John! I thought you...you were...," she stammered.

I smiled. "I came back. I'm glad I did. We need to talk...all four of us. Let's go find Debbie."

Two very flustered people and myself walked down to Bill and Debbie's room, where we found Amy's sister. Her confusion was compounded when I said to everybody, "Sit down. I think some confessions are in order."

The next hour was one of the most interesting in my life. I was first to acknowledge being with Debbie, who reluctantly backed up my story. Amy seemed relieved to be able to talk about her and Bill. There was no way I was bringing Alex into the conversation, and Debbie seemed content to not mention what she saw from the park bench, but Bill and Amy were not disinclined to tell the story of their threesome. In fact, I could see the excitement on their faces when they relived it and Amy and I were both ready to fuck somebody by the end of the tale.

The sexual energy between the four of us was palpable. That's when Amy made a suggestion...timidly, at first.

"Now that we no longer have to hide what we've been doing and, probably, all want to continue to do, we should make it as much fun as possible," she explained. "I think we should meet at least once a month. We will alternate who is in charge. That person gets to pick a partner first and decide what they will do."

There was unanimous consensus. The inaugural meeting was scheduled for the following evening in our room, which gave everybody more than twenty four hours to back out if they had second thoughts. Since it was Amy's idea, she was in charge.

Needless to say, you could easily sense the growing anticipation as the hours went past. Alex did not have a clue, for once in her life, and spent the bulk of her time at the bars. The adults in the party had their own plan now.

Amy and I never discussed who she would be with first because I just assumed it would be Bill. The thought of her picking me and having sex in front of her sister and Bill did cross my mind. I would have enjoyed that.

But, when we were all finally gathered in the room, Amy stood up and said, "I've been thinking a lot about the story of Alex and Debbie and Bill."

'A threesome again,' I said to myself. 'This will be great.'

Amy continued: "I could see in her eyes how much Debbie liked what she and Alex did. I think I want that, too. So I pick Debbie and you guys have to wait."

Bill and I were speechless for a moment, and then Bill said, "Yes! Excellent choice. That'll work!"

I laughed and nodded my agreement.

Then Amy walked over to her sister and held out two hands to help pull her to her feet.

"I'm nervous," Amy told Debbie.

"I'll help you. Most of it will come natural, though," Debbie assured her. "Kiss me first."

Amy did, although she was pretty reserved about it. Therefore, it was Debbie that moved things along. She was the one to intensify the kiss and she was the one who first reached for the top button of Amy's blouse and open it. When the second button was done, Debbie rested her hands on top of her sister's bra and breasts.

After a few seconds, Debbie took Amy's hands and placed them on Debbie's chest. She wore a t-shirt and bra, but when Amy removed her hands a moment later, the hard nipples could be made out.

Then Debbie slowly opened Amy's blouse and let it hang freely while she ran her fingers over the top of Amy's tits. She pulled the blouse off and let Amy lift off her t-shirt.

At that point, I had to do more than just watch. I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock. That got the girls' attention and, when Bill did the same, they seemed a lot more at ease.

They kissed again and Debbie unhooked Amy's bra. Bill and I were both masturbating when Amy's tits came into view. Debbie didn't go to them immediately. She let Amy take off her bra and touch her breasts gently before Debbie leaned in and lightly licked one of Amy's tits.

I could see the anxiety on Amy's face, but that quickly went away the more Debbie licked and sucked on the tits. A minute later, the anxiety was back when Amy was given the chance to return the favor to Debbie.

"It's OK, Amy. You know what you like," Debbie said. "Do that to me."

Amy gradually kissed and licked her way closer to Debbie's nipples before finally taking one between her lips. After that, it was easy. She opened her mouth and took in as much as she could, letting her tongue do the work on the bright pink nipples.

I had to stop stroking my cock or I would have cum right there. We had a long way to go and I didn't want an orgasm just yet.

Amy wore one of her skirts and Debbie's hands rose up my wife's thighs, just as I had seen Bill do the previous day. Then Debbie moved behind Amy and placed a hand on top of Amy's pussy. She rubbed it through the silky panties and I heard Amy moan for the first time.

"Take it off, Amy," Debbie told her.

Amy unzipped the skirt and let it fall. The panties were almost thongs and I saw Bill staring at Amy's ass and pussy, his cock throbbing in his palm.

Debbie removed the panties and kissed her way up the back of Amy's leg, ending with a series of licks and kisses on one of her cheeks.

"Get me naked, too," we heard Debbie say.

Amy quickly removed her sister's shorts and panties, but without the licks. She might not have been ready for that, yet, but it wouldn't take long, thanks to Debbie's expertise.

They faced each other and kissed again, their hands travelling all over their naked bodies. Even Amy was starting to let herself touch Debbie's bare ass and pussy.

"That's it, sis. Don't be afraid," Debbie whispered.

Then Debbie said, "Sit on the couch. I want to make you cum."

I wasn't sure I could watch this and not cum myself. When I saw Amy sit down and spread her legs apart, I had never felt my cock so hard in my life. Then Debbie got on her knees on the floor between Amy's legs. God, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Debbie was patient...at first. She didn't want to scare Amy, but that ended up not being a legitimate concern. Amy wanted desperately for her sister to make her cum. So, when Debbie licked closer and closer to her pussy, Amy put her hand on the back of her head and drew her in.

Amy gasped the first time Debbie's tongue ran up her pussy to her clit. Then she pleaded, "Yes, Debbie! Yes. Right there. Harder!"

I saw Debbie's mouth enclose the clit for a moment. Then her tongue was sliding in and out of the pussy and Amy squirmed on the couch, almost uncontrollably as her orgasm approached.

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum, Deb. Ohhhhhhh...!"

Bill and I watched my wife writhe back and forth while Debbie ate her and prolonged the orgasm. Amy's squeals of delight were loud and genuine. She was totally lost in what her sister was doing to her and our cocks attested to how much we enjoyed it.

Amy eventually had to pull away from Debbie, who would have continued licking her clit all night if given the chance. That's when Debbie saw our cock and she said to Bill, "Take off those shorts and let Amy suck you. John, get behind me."

Bill and I stripped in a matter of seconds. Bill got on the couch, straddling my wife's body, and placing his cock in front of her face.

I gladly slid behind Debbie and got ready to enter her pussy. I pushed my cock in and Debbie proclaimed her approval with a loud, "Oh my God!"

In front of us, Bill was getting one of Amy's famous blowjobs while I pounded her sister. I gripped Debbie's tits and felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I was so damned horny, it only took a minute to cum.

"Now!" I warned her.

My body slammed against her ass and my cock poured load after load of cum into her pussy. Each thrust brought more cum and another moan from Debbie. Just as I finished, we both looked up to see Bill shooting streams of white cum all over Amy's smiling face. The last couple shots were aimed at her tits. She had never looked so happy.

So, my trepidation about vacationing with thes was unfounded. It has brought us much closer and the fun continues to this day with our monthly 'meeting.' In between, each couple is having better sex than ever. Perhaps we'll bring Alex into the group someday. In the meantime, she can seduce me any time she wants.



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I'm not even sure where to begin with this story about my life. I guess I should start at the point things went from normal to just plain crazy! It began the night of my 18th birthday. Well maybe crazy isn't the correct word to use to describe my family, but abnormal wouldn't be too far of a stretch compared to most folks.

It all started when I was a senior in high school. School was about to get out for the summer and I was going to graduate at last! My 18th birthday was coming up just on May 20th and graduation was on the 25th. I sort of had mixed emotions about graduating and going to college the following year.

I mean, school was all I'd known for so long that it was scary thinking about how I'd probably never see the kids I'd grown up with again. I had a lot of friends and several steady boyfriends since I was fifteen or sixteen. I guess none of those boys meant more to me than occasional sex, and someone to hang out with.

None of them seemed to be the right guy for me, or one I couldn't live without. It was okay with me... just being a teenager who experimented like most kids. I went to parties and got drunk, fooled around in bed when the mood struck me and for the most part enjoyed doing what I liked to do.

I was used to guys hitting on me because they'd been doing that since I was thirteen. I didn't consider myself to be all that, but guys seemed to think I was. They were always trying to get me in bed, and sometimes I let them if I happened to be horny or they seemed cute enough.

Back then I only weighed 112, had good sized boobs for my age (34C), and I was really thin which made them look even bigger on me. I liked how flat my tummy was, and I didn't eat much to keep it that way. I liked my butt the best, because it was nice and round and I loved it when guys would whistle at me in the halls at school.

I guess the worst looking thing was my hair, it was totally straight so I kept it in a ponytail most of the time to keep it out of my face. When I had my glasses on I looked like some kind of librarian on the outside but I sure wasn't on the inside! I liked to party as hard as my wild girlfriends did. At least I only had to wear my glasses to read with; otherwise I would have begged mom and dad for some Lasik surgery to fix them.

So anyway back to what happened.

My 18th birthday was on a Friday night and I'd asked around trying to find a party to go to. But for some reason there wasn't anything planned because all my friends seemed to be doing stuff with their parents or had other things going on. In fact mom and dad and my brother Ben wanted to throw me a little party at home.

I was pretty happy about that but really wanted to celebrate with some booze and party hard. I just couldn't find anyone to do it with. It was frustrating but there wasn't much I could do about it.

After supper that night my brother showed up for our little party. Ben was twenty one and going to college at the time. I didn't see him that often and was happy that he made it over for my little party. After dinner mom and dad brought out the cake and they sang Happy Birthday for me. It was sweet and I got what I wanted for presents. Money and gift cards so I could go buy new clothes and whatever else that my strike my fancy at the mall.

Once we all finished the little party I wanted to get out of the house and go see if I could find any of my friends at the local hangouts. I hadn't called everybody I knew so maybe there was a party going on I didn't know about. Mom and dad were pretty cool as long as I stayed out of trouble with the law.

I didn't have a curfew and there'd been a few times I'd called mom and told her I'd be home the next day. She knew that I was staying with a boy but she didn't give me a hard time about it as long as I let them know I was okay and when I'd be home. 

"Mom I think I'm going out tonight." I told her as my brother was saying goodbye to her because dad had already gone upstairs.

"Okay Kris," she replied and then gave my brother a hug and kiss.

Looking back now I should have realized something was strange because the hug seemed a bit too friendly and they kissed on the lips. That was something I'd never seen mom do before... but at the time I sort of blew it off.

I followed Ben out the door and mom hollered after me, "Call if you plan on staying out all night Kris!"

"Sure Mom, see you later." I told her and shut the door.

I walked down the sidewalk with Ben and he put his arm around my shoulder, "Happy Birthday Sis."

"Thanks for the gift card!" I told him.

When we got to our cars he stopped, "So you going out partying to celebrate?" He grinned.

"Yeah, if I can find one?"

My brother was almost as tall as my dad. Ben was six feet compared to my five foot six and I had to look up at him.

"If you get bored you can stop by my place for a beer," Ben told me, "I don't have anything going on tonight."

My brother had a one bedroom apartment by the local college he stayed in. I'd been there once or twice before to say hi, but the place wasn't really big enough to have a party in.

"Sure, I might do that!" I told him, "I feel like getting drunk tonight."

"Just be careful Kris," He warned, "Cops and getting killed isn't the way to celebrate a birthday."

I gave him a hug, and thanked him again and got in my car and headed for the local 7-Eleven where the kids usually hung out.

I spent the next hour hanging out in the parking lot waiting for somebody I knew to show up but they never did. I did see a few kids but I didn't know them that well and they sort of had their own little group that hung out. I checked on another spot with no luck either, and decided to take my brother up on that drink.

Ben and I had been really close at one time but since he'd gone to college we hardly ever saw each other. He was doing his thing and I did mine. I thought it would be a nice to get reacquainted again. I parked on the street in front of his building and ran up to the third floor where he lived and knocked on the door.

Ben opened the door wearing big baggy gym shorts and a tank top, "Hey Kris!" he said and let me in, "No luck with the party I guess."

"Naw, I guess everyone is out of town or something." I told him and he closed the door behind me.

Ben walked to the little kitchen and got two beers out. He opened them and gave one to me, "Happy 18!" he said. We toasted our beer bottles and I drank half of it down.

Damn it tasted good and cold as Ben started laughing, "I see you are in the mood to get drunk!"

"You bet...you won't tell mom will you?"

"Would I do that?" He laughed, "Besides she knows what goes on at your age anyway."

My brother's little apartment was pretty Spartan like you would expect with no woman around. It was pretty messy but for a guy it could have been worse. He even had a bench press set up in the living room next to the wall. Ben had always been the jock kind of guy, but without the attitude.

Ben worked out and played all the sports he could. I remember girls always chasing him when he was still in school because he was pretty good looking. They always seemed like bimbos to me but I never told him that. I guess he'd figured it out on his own or didn't care that much, because he never brought any girls home to meet my mom and dad.

I sat on the tiny sofa and drank two beers while Ben and talked about old times. I'd forgotten how much I loved my brother and it wasn't long until I was laughing at the crazy things he remembered. Ben could always make me laugh and it felt really good to be spending some time with him.

"So you find a guy you want to run off with yet?" He asked me.

"I don't think that's going to happen!" I replied.

"Why did you turn gay or something?"

"NO, did you?" I replied, "I don't see a bunch of bra's hanging in your bathroom."

"There under the bed." Ben laughed, "I always keep trophies of my conquest...might be some panties too!"

"Don't make me prove you a liar!" I told him, "I'll go look."

He looked at me, "Okay, you go look but if I'm right you have to take your underwear off and leave them under my pillow!"

I burst out laughing, "Why what are you going to do with them?"

"Maybe I want to put them on after you leave!"

"That's sick!" I told him, "I forgot what a perve you are!"

"Well everyone needs a hobby girl!"

I got up to get another beer and Ben followed me. I was opening the beer when he said, "Hey grab me one too!"

Ben started looking through the cupboards above the stove, "I've been saving this... but your birthday sounds like right the time."

"What?" I asked as he dug through piles of crap.

"Ah HA!" Ben said and pulled a dusty bottle of something from under a bunch of junk, "Here it is baby sis!"

I was leaning on his little kitchen island watching, "What is it?"

"First class hooch!" Ben told me and put the dusty bottle on the counter, "Open that."

Ben dug around and produced a couple of miss matched shot glasses. He put them on the counter as I read the label.

"Jameson Irish Whiskey" the bottle read and I cracked the seal wondering what it would taste like.

"This is some smooth shit!" Ben told me and filled the glasses.

"Does it burn?" I asked him.

"Yeah, it has a kick but after two you won't give a fuck!"

We laughed and held them up and clicked them together, "Here's to the best sister a guy could ever have!" Ben told me and we downed the shots.

I almost gagged, but held it back not wanting my brother to think I was a light weight. The liquor burned its way to my tummy and I felt warm all over almost immediately.

"Damn that's good!" Ben said, "Want another?"

"Sure, filler up big Hoss!" I replied, because that's what mom used to call him to tease him when he was younger.

"Please don't bring that up again." Ben said pouring the shot's, "I always hated that."

"Sorry Ben," I said picking up the glass, "Here is to my big brother...Little Hoss!"

"Fuck that's even worse!" He laughed, and then we downed the booze.

Ben told me to turn on the T.V. while he went to the bathroom. I flipped it on and it was a black screen until I noticed his DVD player blinking underneath. I found the button for it, and a movie popped on the screen and I gasped as the image of three naked people showed up.

My brother had some kind of porn movie in his DVD and just then he came in and said, "Oh shit!...turn that off sis!"

I laughed and told him, "Not yet, I want to see what kind of perve you are!"

"No really," Ben said, grabbing for the remote, "It's pretty graphic."

I dodged his hands, "So...I've seen porn before!" I lied. Well I had seen a little but it seemed silly and I never really got into it.

"Whatever!" Ben replied, "Don't say I didn't warn you. I'm going to get another beer you want one?"

"Sure." 

I was trying to figure out what was going on in the movie as Ben came back with a beer and brought the bottle of whiskey too. 

"What's this called?" I asked him.

"Uh...Family Secrets."

I looked at him, "You mean it's about incest?"

"Sort of." He said and looked a little embarrassed.

He took a drink out of the bottle of Jameson, and then passed it to me.

I took a drink as some blonde girl on the screen was in her bed. She looked to be masturbating under the covers and I felt my face getting pink. I knew exactly what that girl was doing because I'd done it plenty of times myself.

"You sure you want to watch this?" Ben asked again.

"Shhhhhhh!" I told him, and gave the bottle back and drank my beer to kill the whiskey burn.

All of a sudden an older woman with blonde hair came busting in the room and the girl screamed, "MOM!"

"Are you playing with yourself again?" The older woman demanded to know.

"No...I had an itch!" The girl replied.

"It doesn't take all night to scratch and Itch!" The mom said, and came over and yanked the covers off her.

The girl was naked under the blankets and had a totally shaved pussy as she tried to cover herself up.

"You've been playing with your pussy again haven't you Heather?"

"I couldn't help it mom...I'm horny!"

"NO SHIT!" I said out loud, and started laughing at how stupid the dialogue was.

"It's just a movie." Ben replied.

"You really like this stuff?" I asked him, and he just shrugged his shoulders, "It's really pretty dumb." I told him.

The woman in the movie shook her head in disgust and went to the bedroom door and yelled, "Daddy come up here and see what your baby girl is doing!"

"No MOM!" The girl cringed, covering herself with a pillow, but her boobs still hung out in plain view.

Some guy came walking into the room, "What has she been doing this time?"

The mom said, "She's playing with her pussy again...said she's horny!"

The dad looked at her, "Is that so....well I guess we better fix that!"

I laughed at the dialogue because it was so fake, but the sex was real enough! Without going into all the details it ended up with them in a threesome and the dad fucking the young girl until he got off, as the mom sat on the girls face giving loud fake moans.

By that time I really had to pee and Ben was sitting there with the pillow over his lap. I wondered if the movie had gotten him stiff and I laughed and tried to get up, "Turn that off Ben, I've seen enough."

Ben looked relieved and clicked the T.V. off as I went to the bathroom which was halfway between the living room and the bedroom. On the way which wasn't far, I realized that I was pretty damn drunk! I had to run my hand along the wall because I was tipsy.

I yanked my jeans and panties down and sat on the stool to do my business. While sitting there I noticed that the crotch of my panties had a huge wet spot. I hadn't even noticed that the stupid movie had made me that horny. It all seemed funny for some reason; I guess the booze made it that way.

When I got back Ben was in the kitchen talking on his phone. He looked up and said, "Sure mom, no problem....love you!" and he clicked off.

Even though I didn't need it, I grabbed another beer as Ben put his phone on the counter, "I called mom and said you better stay here tonight because we've been drinking too much."

"What'd she say?" I asked and took a sip of beer.

"She said that was a good idea, you can have the bed."

I looked at his couch and it looked too small for him, "You sure, I can crash on the couch."

"That's okay, I've done it before."

I felt pretty drunk and thought it would be a good idea to crash, "I'm wasted...I'm going to crash if you don't mind?"

"Sure thing, I think I'll stay up a while and watch T.V."

I went over to him and gave him a hug, "Thanks!"

"For what?" Ben said.

"Getting me drunk on my Birthday!"

"Anything for you Kris."

Ben felt solid as a rock; all muscle but warm at the same time. I hugged him longer than I should have but it felt really good the way he was rubbing my back. Finally I said goodnight and weaved down the hall to his bedroom. My clothes felt all tight and I was too hot.

I stripped down to just my panties and crawled under the blanket and sheet as I heard the news on his T.V.

I fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke up to a big thump on the mattress as Ben fell into the bed next to me. He started laughing, and pulled the covers back up over us in the dark, "Sorry sis, I need a real bed....fuck I'm drunk!"

My brother's words came out sort of slurred, and the way he kept laughing made me laugh too. I was still pretty drunk myself and didn't think it was that bad as long as he stayed on his side of the bed.

I wanted to go back to sleep but he kept talking, "What did you think of that movie?"

"The porn?" I asked.

"Yeah, did you like it?"

I laughed at that, "It seemed so fake, people don't act like that."

"I liked it."

"You're sick!" I told him.

He rolled over on his side facing me, but not touching, "What would you do if that happened to you?"

"You mean mom and dad trying to get me naked?"

"Yeah."

I found that really funny because my mom and dad never seemed to do anything wrong. Mom was the president of the PTA, and dad did charity work at our church. I was glad that they'd never tried to make me into some perfect princess. I would have hated that for sure.

"No really what would you do?" Ben asked again.

"I guess I'd freak out..." I replied, "I don't think I have to worry about that ever happening anyway."

"You never know, maybe they are secretly perverts."

I laughed out loud again, "Yeah right, and I'm the queen of England!"

He scooted closer to me and I felt his bare chest touch my right boob as his hand slid up my left rib cage.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to pull away from him.

"I was just going to kiss you goodnight...is all."

"Okay but then go to sleep."

I expected to get a quick kiss on the cheek but instead he kissed me on the lips!

I was in too much shock to move as his big warm hand slid up from my ribs and cupped my left boob.

"Hey what are you doing?" I asked.

Ben's breath smelled like whiskey, his lips just inches from mine, "Did I ever tell you how much I love you?"

"I love you too, but you should go back to your side of the bed."

"No Kris, I mean it...I really love you!" Ben whispered, and his hand started to massage my boob, "Ever since we were little I wished you could be my girlfriend."

"You're just drunk," I told him, and tried to pull his hand from my boob because it was starting to feel good and that was a bad thing when I was drunk.

"Sorry," he whispered, and pulled his hand away, "Can I have one more kiss and then I'll leave you alone?"

"Okay, if you promise to be good."

He got closer and leaned over to kiss my lips. When he kissed me the second time it was so sweet and sensitive. Ben sort of brushed his lips on mine, and then gently kissed me. I'm not sure what happened at that moment but something in me changed and suddenly I was kissing him back.

I was drunk and horny as hell!

I don't know if it was the booze, the images of that crazy movie in my head, or how much I truly loved my big brother. Whatever it was I was quickly heating up to his touch and didn't try to stop him when he grabbed my boob again. In fact it felt really good the way he was softly massaging it as we kissed.

I felt something warm growing stiff between us and realized my brother was completely naked. He kept kissing me and his hand slid down my tummy. His fingers slid under the front of my panties... and kept going until they found my slit. When his middle finger started to rub between my lips my right hand reached over and found his big hard cock.

At first I didn't realize how big it really was. I was getting so turned on by the way we were kissing and the way he was playing with my pussy. It kept getting fatter and harder as I stroked it for him like he was stroking me.

It pulled out of my hand as Ben moved down and started to lick my right nipple. His finger kept sliding up and down in my wetness. He sucked that nipple and I let out a little moan because it felt so good. Ben moved over and did the same thing to my other nipple and I was really starting to get wet down below.

The euphoria of the booze and the warm bare skin against mine was starting to make my clit tingle.

Ben's tongue slid down my boob and slowly moved down to my belly button as I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Then he threw the covers off, and was on his knees next to me...pulling my panties down.

"Oh MY GOD!" I thought as he pulled them clear off my feet and tossed them aside.

Ben lifted my legs by the back of my knees with both hands. Spreading me wide open and then putting his head down between my thighs.

"I've wanted to do this for years..." He mumbled.

I let out a huge moan as my brother's tongue slipped between my pussy lips and began to lick me up and down. The fact that it was my brother was just as much a turn on as what he was doing to my pussy. I felt so naughty doing something so bad that people would have freaked out if they knew about it.




Family Secrets



I couldn't stop from moving my hips up and down! My brother was really good with his tongue; he knew just where it felt best. Teasing and sucking my clit until he made scream out and cum all over his lips and chin.

I knew what was coming next, I knew my brother was going to fuck me and I felt like a dirty little slut because I really wanted him to do me.

Instead he got off the bed, "Where are you going?" I asked in a panic.

The small desk lamp clicked on and my brother had his back turned as he dug something out of his dresser drawer, "I need the lube."

I was soaking wet, and didn't understand until he turned around. I glanced down past his nice abs and saw the biggest cock I've ever seen! It looked as huge as those ones in that porn movie...but it was standing out from my brother's body and he was squirting lube all over it.

I was getting scared as he came back to the bed and told me he wanted the pillows. I gave them to him, and he stacked them and told me to lift up. I did and he put them under my butt and I lowered myself down on them.

"I don't think...Ben it looks too big for me!" I told him as he got between my legs.

"Don't worry," He said, squirting a stream of lube on my pussy, "I'll go easy."

The lube was cold and made me jump, but it warmed up as it ran down my slit. Ben got closer and rubbed that huge knob up and down my slit. I squirmed each time it crossed over my sensitive clit. He squirted more lube on the knob and then pushed it into me.

My opening resisted at first but then his knob suddenly popped in with a little shot of pain. I groaned as he squirted more lube on his shaft with just his knob in me. It was a good thing I was drunk and as relaxed as I could be... because I felt totally stretched open as he kept working it further and further up inside.

Twice he pulled almost all the way out to add more lube, and then it would slide much easier in me. When it felt like it was half way in me, he stopped and squirted more lube. He rubbed my clit with his thumb and I came really hard but Ben wasn't finished with me yet.

He leaned over me holding himself up on his palms and started to pump that monster in and out.

"OH MY GOD!" I can't tell you exactly what it felt like, but it was not like any sex I'd had before.

I could feel every inch of his hard cock, and the big knob moving deeper than I'd ever felt one before. It began to finally slide without hurting so much and he got faster, and I started to make more noise than I'd ever done before.

"Fuck...your pussy is so damn tight!" Ben hissed, and pushed it in again.

With my ass up off the mattress on those pillows he leaned over me and held me down by my shoulders as he kept pumping it in and out getting deeper each stroke.

I looked up at the expression on my brother's face. His eyes were closed tight and his face was all screwed up in a grimace, "OH FUCK...I'm gonna CUM!" He grunted.

Ben slammed that huge cock into me four or five times so hard that his balls slapped against my butt, and I felt his cock start to throb and jerk in me. It was so deep that I felt each squirt spraying against my cervix and that made me cum with a loud moan.

He bent down and we kissed until his cock quit jerking in me. My pussy tingled and felt warm inside from his cum and God it felt better than any sex I could remember having had before! I kept having little aftershocks from my orgasm running up my spine each time his dick would give an occasional twitch inside of me.

Ben slowly pulled it out and I rolled up off the bed and ran for the bathroom. I felt full and needed to pee really badly and sat there until I stopped dripping into the stool. My crotch was a mess from all the lube and cum so I got in the shower to rinse off before getting back in bed with my brother.

I snuggled up to Ben, "I hope mom and dad don't find out what we just did."

Ben laughed, "I wouldn't worry about it, and they have plenty of secrets of their own."

"What kind of secrets?" I asked him, but he was already asleep.

My head was full of alcohol fog and I went to sleep without worrying about it.

When I woke up the next morning with a huge headache Ben was gone. I took a shower and some Tylenol I stole from the bathroom. He'd made us breakfast and I needed it badly. I ate looking at him and still not believing what we'd done the night before!

A voice in my head kept saying, "You fucked your brother!" every time I looked at him.

Even that reminder didn't stop me from thinking about how much I'd enjoyed it. We promised to see each other again soon and I went home while Ben went to work.

When I came in the door mom saw me and said, "Did you have a good time with Ben?"

"Yeah, but I celebrated too much."

"At least you had the good sense to stay at his place." Mom replied, and pushed the vacuum over to start on the rug, "You should spend more time with your brother, he won't be around forever."

That sounded like a good plan to me as I went to my room to lie down and sleep it off some more. By Monday I'd come to terms with what I'd done and I figured as long as we kept it a secret nobody would find out about me and Ben. I was on my last three days of school and it really seemed to drag. I spent all day thinking naughty thoughts about my big brother.

By the time school let out I was determined to run by my brother's apartment and do it again. I'd been really sore but it had gone away by Sunday and I had the itch to feel my brother's nice cock in me again. I know that sounds terrible but it was true!

I drove over to his place and no sooner had I parked that someone came out of his stairwell. I ducked down when I saw it was my mom! 

She seemed to be in a hurry and kept pulling the strap of her purse up over her shoulder and looking around from side to side like she didn't want to be seen. 

At first I wasn't sure it was her, but when she got to the curb there was no mistake. My mom wasn't much different looking than me. She was still thin and young looking even though she was a lot older. Ben and my dad were pretty close in size too; just my dad had grey hair already.

Mom sped off, and I got out of my car to go ask Ben what she'd wanted. I knocked on his door but he didn't answer so I tried the knob and it wasn't locked. I went in and called his name before I heard the shower running. I thought about taking off my clothes and surprising him but when I heard music coming from his bedroom curiosity got the better of me.

I peeked in his room and didn't see anyone. The little radio on his night stand was pretty loud and his bed was a mess!

The bedspread and top sheet were lying on the floor and the pillows were strewn all around the room. I stepped in planning to turn the radio off when I saw it.

There was a huge wet spot in the middle of the sheet and it looked fresh!

I went over for a closer look... and it was fresh, and I could smell the faint trace of my mom's perfume that she always wore!

"OH MY GOD!" I thought, as I headed for the door with tears starting to form in my eyes.

All I could think of when I closed the door and ran down the stairs was how my brother had said he loved me. But there was no doubt in my mind he had just got done fucking mom!

I drove away as fast as I could, crying for a long time as I just drove around town...still not believing what I'd seen!

I remembered how Ben had said there were family secrets I didn't know about. Well I'd just found out one of them, and wondered how long my mom and Ben had been doing it? I wondered if daddy knew what was going on?

"Obviously he didn't or he would have done something about it," I told my dashboard, as I drove around trying to get myself under control.

It took an hour before I felt like I could go home. Mom was in the kitchen and I flew by not wanting to talk to her after what she'd done!

That night supper was the hardest thing I've ever had to sit through. Mom and dad were peaches and cream nice. Talking about how they couldn't wait to see me walk at graduation. I kept having visuals in my head of mom naked, my brother on top of her fucking her like he had done to me.

"Something wrong?" Mom asked me at last.

"No, I'm just upset about a boy I met. He likes another girl more than me."

"I'm sorry dear," Mom replied.

I got up and excused myself, "I'll get over it."

I went to my room to get my purse and keys. I had to get the hell out of the house and away from mom before I went off on her.

I drove around for several hours, and my folks had gone to bed when I got home. 

By the time graduation day arrived I was still hurt, but managed to get through it with my brother there. I hardly talked to him and I could see he knew something was wrong with me, but we couldn't talk about it with all the cake and relatives around for my little party.

When everyone had finally gone home, I didn't even change out of my dress. I just got in my car and went to find the big party one of my friends was having. It didn't take long to get drunk that night. I drank everything I could get my hands on until they told me I better slow down.

That just pissed me off more... being cut off from the booze so I got in my car and left the party behind. It wasn't too smart of me driving drunk, but I was still mad at Ben and luckily I ended up at his place without getting into an accident!

I was fuming mad and stomped up to his door planning on giving him a piece of my mind. When he opened the door and saw the look on my face he stepped back, "Whoa...what's the matter with you anyway?"

I slammed the door and started walking towards him, "What's the matter with me!" I yelled, "Why don't you tell me what the fuck is wrong with YOU!"

"Calm down sis, what the hell are you talking about?" Ben replied, "Just chill out and tell me what's gotten into you."

I was shaking mad, "You got any booze?"

"Sure Kris, jeeze!" He said, and got me a beer out of the icebox. He kept away from me on the other side of the counter.

"I thought you said you loved me the other night when we did it!"

"I do...what's this all about?"

I proceeded to tell him about seeing mom leaving his place, and what I found on his bed. I could tell by his eyes it was true as I talked it out.

"You fucked her didn't you?" I asked him.

"Well, yeah... but that doesn't mean I don't love you."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" I said getting mad again, "People that are in love with each other don't go around fucking somebody else."

Ben looked back at me, "Kris, I told you our family is full of secrets. Mom started all this when I turned 18. She said she liked to have something different than dad once in a while and I went along with it because...well I was young and horny."

"But you're still doing it!"

"Yeah but, it doesn't mean anything to me other than sex. I really do love you whether you believe it or not!"

I drained the beer and got another one. I was trying to calm down and the beer helped.

"What about dad?" I asked him.

"He knows about it."

"Oh, and he's okay with you two fucking all the time!" I was getting mad again... because he had to be lying to me again.

"Really he doesn't care, and we don't fuck all the time...just every once in a while when mom's in the mood for a change."

"Right."

"Dad told me he'd rather keep it in the family than have her out screwing some stranger." 

Then Ben asked me, "Haven't you ever had sex just for fun?" 

He had me there, "Yeah...of course...who hasn't done that at least once before."

"Okay then, I don't have a girlfriend all the time...and sometimes I get horny...and so does mom."

My head was spinning inside and out!

"Mom didn't flip out when I told her you and I slept together the other night."

"YOU WHAT?" I asked him, "You are crazier than she is!"

"Mom's cool with it, she thinks we make a good couple."

"Are we talking about the same mom?" I asked, "The president of the PTA, and all that!"

Ben grinned, "Well, I guess we all have some secrets in this family."

"I don't!" I told him.

"What about the other night with me?" Ben grinned.

That's when I realized I was just like the rest of them.

"Oh Shut UP!" and I threw my empty beer can at him.

Ben came over to me and put his hands on my hips and boosted me up so I was sitting on the little counter. I still had on my skirt and blouse and he started to unbutton my blouse.

"Who said you could do that?" I asked.

"You really want me to stop?" Ben smiled at me and kept going down my front until he pulled it open.

"You know I don't!" I told him as he unhooked the front of my bra and it sprung open.

Ben pushed my legs apart and got close enough to kiss me while he held both of my boobs in his big strong hands. I actually loved it, when he bent down and sucked my nipple really hard. I put my hands in his hair and mashed his face against my boob. He pulled his lips off my left nipple and switched to suck the right one.

His hand was up under my skirt rubbing my pussy through my pantyhose. It was making me really hot and I told him, "Help me down."

Ben grabbed me and stood me down on my feet like I weighed nothing. I took his hand and led him over to the sofa so I could take his shorts and boxers off. Seeing his cock in the daylight was even more frightening than it had been that first night. It was so damn huge and I wondered how it had ever fit in me.

But I was more than willing to try it again!

I told Ben to sit on the couch and I got between his legs on my knees. I stroked his huge cock and wanted him to love me more than mom. I wasn't going to let mom come between us. Ben watched me sucking him, laying back and telling me how damn good I was doing it.

That was the first time I ever sucked my brother off. It wasn't easy, and by the time he came my jaws were tired from being stretched open for so long. It was worth it because he seemed to love it and held my head firm, pumping his spurting cock in my mouth like it was my pussy. No other man I'd been with had held my head and pumped my mouth with his cock like that.

It had me soaking wet, thinking about it between my legs...pushing deep up in my twat.

I'd only let a guy cum in my mouth once before because it tasted so bad. It wasn't so bad this time because I was pretty turned on, and didn't think about it much. I swallowed most of his hot slippery cum, but needed some beer to wash it down with afterwards.

I kept looking down at his big cock while we were drinking some beer. It hung down in a big curve, sort of deflated but not completely.

He came over and kissed me again as I stood there with my boobs sticking out of my open blouse, "Come on." Ben told me and led me to his bed.

When we got in the bedroom I took the blouse and loose bra off. I was going to take the skirt off next but Ben pushed me down on the mattress on my back. He flipped my skirt up and pulled my pantyhose and panties down to my ankles but didn't take them off. I still had on my flats and my feet were straight up in the air my ankles held together by my underwear.

"Hold your legs back." Ben told me.

I've always been pretty flexible, I wrapped my arms around the backs of my knees pulling them towards my chin. I could feel the cool air on my bare pussy and ass.

"God that's fantastic looking!" Ben said, as he got down by the side of the bed on his knees.

I felt his hands pulling my pussy lips wide apart, and then his tongue started licking my clit. Oh damn did that feel good! I felt like I was going to cum almost right away.

I started moaning as his tongue lapped at the opening to my vagina, and then flicked lightly across my anus a few times. I jumped and moaned louder, as my big brother licked and sucked his way back up to my clit. He kept flicking it fast with his tongue and I felt an explosion building up.

I let out a loud yell when it happened, and Ben sucked hard on my clit and made me cum even longer. Loving the aftershocks of my orgasm racing up my spine as he went over and got his lube off the dresser. I could see his huge cock was big and hard again as he poured lube all over it.

I was still holding my legs as he poured cold lube in my slit. Then I felt that big warm knob pushing and I groaned as it popped inside of me. More lube and then it slid almost all the way up in me. It didn't hurt as much that time as the first; I guess my poor little pussy was getting used to my brother's big cock.

In fact it felt fantastic! 

I pulled my knees to the side as Ben got up on the bed on his knees and pumped his nice big cock straight down in my pussy and then back up for another stroke. It turned me on watching his dick going in and out of me, not to mention how damn good it felt!

I had to close my eyes after that because I was so turned on by the way he was fucking me. Ben got faster and deeper as we bounced up and down on the bed.

"AH AHHHH FUuuuuck YESSSSS!" Ben yelled out, and I felt his cock start jerking hard, as he came in me.

After a couple of jerks I felt that warm feeling of his cum and that got me off. Nothing else in the world feels better than when my brother cums in me. I always came when I felt his big cock throbbing and spurting in me.

Later, I called mom and said I was staying with Ben for the night. She didn't seem upset about it at all. I wondered if she was really cool with it, or if Ben had been lying to me about telling her we were sleeping together. 

I figured I'd find out sooner or later, even if I had to flat out ask her.

Ben had school early so I got home before lunch. I walked in and didn't see anyone; I assumed dad was at work, and wasn't sure where mom was at.

I changed into sweat pants and a spring top... and went back downstairs to find something to eat. There was mom in the kitchen making lunch. She looked up at me and smiled, "Hi Kris, would you like a sandwich?"

"Sure mom," I replied, and pulled out one of the bar stools to watch her making the sandwiches.

"Did you have fun with your brother last night?" She asked with a little smirk on her lips.

"Yeah, we had a good time."

"I bet you did sweetheart!" Mom giggled, "Your brother can be a lot of fun."

I let that comment slip by as she put some chips on the paper plate next to my ham sandwich, "You want a glass of wine?" She asked.

That blew me away, especially when she pulled a glass out of the refrigerator and took a drink, "I already have a bottle open dear...it's really good!" Mom told me.

"Sure," I told her stunned.

I'd never seen mom drink, not in all of my eighteen years!

Mom got another wine glass from the cupboard and washed the dust off of it. Then she poured it full and refilled her own.

"Here drink up I have some great news!"

"What's that?" I asked and took a drink.

"We have a graduation surprise for you."

"Wow," I told her, "What did you get me?"

"Well it's not just for you; it's for all of us...guess."

"I have no idea." I told her and I didn't.

"Your father booked us a cruise!" Mom said, "We leave tomorrow!"

That was the last thing I would have ever guessed, "WOW!"

"We are going to have so much fun!" Mom sounded excited, "One last vacation before you kids end up living your own lives."

"Sounds good, so does Ben know yet?"

"Not yet, I'm going to run over there this afternoon and tell him."

I didn't want mom running over to Ben's for obvious reasons, "You could just call him, and I think he has to work tonight."

"Oh...well...in that case I'll give him a call later."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and took a drink and we finished our lunch. I got all the details from her, and it did sound like it was going to be fun. I'd never been on a cruise before and we were going to be gone for six days in the Caribbean. We were flying to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida in the morning to get on the ship that evening.




Family Secrets



I helped mom clean up the kitchen and she poured herself some more wine.

"I guess I better start figuring out my clothes." I told her.

Mom came over and hugged me, "I took the liberty of buying you some new things...and a new bikini!"

"Oh cool!"

Mom had her hands on my hips after the hug, "You go try them on...Oh we are going to have so much fun!"

My mom was only an inch taller than me. We sort of had the same shape except she weighed a bit more and had bigger boobs. I got my next surprise when she pulled me close and mashed her boobs against my own, "We girls are going to have the time of our lives!"

She let me go and headed for the wine. I walked out a bit in shock from the very personal hug she had given me. It seemed a bit too personal if you get my drift.

I found several outfits of shorts and tops, plus a really sexy black bikini. I was a bit surprised mom would buy something that revealing for me to wear. But I loved it, and when I tried it on I knew some heads were going to turn. I looked really good if I do say so myself!

When dad got home he seemed to be a bit strange too. I'd never seen him so happy before. He was usually working non-stop and as I gotten older we'd sort of grown apart because of it. Not that I didn't love him, he'd always been there for me and helped me out when I had a problem.

It just seemed sort of weird that he gave me two different big hugs during that evening when everyone was packing. I didn't mind...it felt good to reconnect with him after the last few years. It just seemed like mom and dad were so out of character from what I was used to.

I shrugged it off as excitement about the trip. I knew I was excited, and I wondered if Ben and I would get to sneak off and have some fun. I hoped so because I was already missing being in his bed.

THE CRUISE

The ship was huge as we boarded... rolling our suitcases along behind us. Mom had gotten me my passport months ago for just this trip. Once we were logged a crewman took us to our cabins. They were really neat on the top of one side of the ship, and each one had a balcony that looked out over the ocean.

I was surprised that mom had booked only two berths; they were connected by a doors inside. One cabin was for her and dad, and to my surprise Ben and I were supposed to share the other one. It had two little beds but I knew Ben and I could fit in one and I was looking forward to tying it even if we ended up on the floor.

That first evening was magical as we headed for Montego Bay. We ate a fabulous meal, and watched a live performance that was really good. The best part was Ben could get me drinks even though I was underage, nobody on that ship seemed to care all that much.

I think I was drunk for the whole six days. I'll try to put down what happened even though some parts are pretty foggy and kind of hard to remember exactly.

I know I was pretty drunk and horny by the time we all made it back to our cabins for bed. Ben and I waited an hour and then made love. I tried to be as quiet as I could but it was pretty hard to do with Big Ben in me. I remember that I slept like a baby afterword's and felt really happy.

At breakfast the next morning Dad and Ben wanted to go ashore for some kind of bobsled roller-coaster thing, and some zip line rides. I didn't want to go because that sounded too scary for me. Mom wasn't too wild about it either.

"Us girls will stay here and sunbathe at the swimming pool." Mom told them, "We can flirt with the cute men."

I started laughing, "Yeah, don't mind us... you can go fall off that rope thingy!"

"I suppose you'll both be drunk as skunks by the time we get back." Dad said.

"I certainly hope so!" Mom replied and they got up to get ready to leave.

By the time mom and I got back to the cabins, they were gone and we changed into our suits and headed up on deck to check out the pool. It was amazing, and all you had to do was snap your fingers and somebody would bring you a drink. I found I liked this rum punch thing that came in a small coconut with a straw and fruit.

Mom tried it and by 1:00 PM we were feeling no pain at all.

That very first day started a week long crazy time I never could have dreamed up in my head. It turned out to be this wild sex cruise that added several new chapters to the "Family Secrets" book! If I'd been sober I doubt I would have done half the stuff we did, but I can't say I regret it.

Even with the sun screen mom and I started to get a little pink.

"Let's go back to the cabin before we get fried." Mom said, slurping her straw, "We can order some more of these things."

"Okay," I laughed, "As long as I stay hydrated...I'm good mom."

We picked up our bags and smiled at the guys looking us over as we sort of stumbled back below decks. I have to admit my mom looked pretty good for her age. She could still wear a bikini and I saw plenty of older men checking her out. I was turning a few heads myself. I felt pretty sexy but I wasn't about to go off with some strange man when I had Ben in my cabin every night!

"God it's so beautiful!" I told mom as we sat out on the balcony drinking rum punch and watching the birds diving in the ocean for fish.

"Too bad your dad isn't here right now," Mom said, "I could use a roll in the hay."

I almost spit out my drink laughing, "Too much information mom!"

"Oh come on Kris, I know you aren't innocent."

"Touché" I replied, hoping she wouldn't bring up the subject of Ben.

The real truth was I had been wishing the same thing. I was feeling pretty good from the booze and it was making me horny thinking about Ben.

I was thinking about having sex with Ben when there was a knock on the cabin door, "I bet that's our drinks!" Mom said and got up to answer it.

I went inside as she took them and gave the man a tip. Mom handed me one of them, and we sat down at the little tiny table to enjoy them.

Mom suddenly remembered something, "I almost forgot!"

"What?" I asked, as she went over and rummaged around in the closet and came up with a wrapped package.

"I got this for you; no girl should be without one." She winked, and handed it to me and sat down to drink from her straw as I shook it and wondered what it was.

I tore the paper off as she watched my reaction. I couldn't believe what was in the package! 

It was a big vibrator that looked like a real penis!

"OH MY GOD!" I said out loud, and read the front, "Guaranteed to satisfy even the most demanding woman!"

"You bought me a vibrator?" I laughed and kept reading the front of the box.

"Have you ever used one before?" Mom asked me.

"NO!"

"You don't know what you've been missing!" She laughed.

"Are you really my mom?" I asked her, "She would never buy something like this!"

"Well I have a few secrets too!" Mom replied with a little evil grin on her face.

At the time I didn't realize mom was seducing me, I guess the idea never had crossed my mind that she would want to do something that wicked.

"Here let me see it."

I handed it to her and she took it out of the box. It was pretty thick and long and reminded me of Ben but not quite as big. Mom put the batteries in it like an expert. I was still shocked looking at the thing; it even had fake balls with curly pubic hair!

She went over to the little sink and washed it with soap and water. I watched her dry it off with a towel and then she came back and sat down across from me.

"I have one just like this...it works better than any of the other's I've tried before."

I kept looking at it and trying to remember it was my mom sitting there.

"Here touch it, it almost feels real."

Mom handed it to me and it felt sort of squishy but not that much like the real thing. I handed it back to her and she looked at the knob on the end.

"I got an idea," mom grinned at me.

I was almost afraid to ask the way she was looking at it, "What's that?"

Get on the bed and I'll show you how it works.

I did spit out my drink that time, "WHAT?"

"Oh come on, the boys won't be home for hours....don't be such a prude!"

My mom calling me a prude was like the kettle calling the pot black! At least that's what I'd always thought of her anyway. Now that we were alone and drunk I guess her true nature was coming out for me to see.

"Come on Kris, it can be our little secret...I guarantee you'll love what it can do to you."

Mom got up holding the dong in one hand, "Come on lay down on the bed."

I guess I was drunk and stunned enough that I got up and did what she asked me too. I had girlfriends at school tell me how fantastic a vibrator was, but I'd always been afraid to get one. Mainly because my mom would have found it. But now she wanted to use it on me!

"Just close your eyes and relax." Mom told me, "I closed my eyes and I heard the thing start vibrating.

Mom got on the bed next to me and I felt her tugging the string of my bikini top! I held still as she untied the bow between my breasts and pulled the cups away.

Something rubbery touched my nipple and it was vibrating. It was dry and kind of pulled, "Too dry." I heard mom say, and I peeked and saw her put the thing in her mouth like she was sucking it off. I closed my eyes as she put the wet end on my nipple and moved it back and forth.

I have to admit that it felt good as she said, "I like how perky your nipples are."

Mom ran the vibrator down my tummy and then put it on my pussy. It felt really good...even through my suit. That didn't last long as I felt her untying the side strings of my bottoms. It felt kind of weird having my mom undressing me but I forgot all about that when the tip of the vibrator touched my pussy.

It was good....I mean really, really, good!

It wasn't long before my legs were wide open so that vibrator could slide up and down my slit freely. I was getting really hot and didn't even notice that my mom had taken her suit off while she was doing me with it.

All of sudden I felt her getting on top of me as she pushed the end of that vibrator in my vagina. I let out a moan, and opened my eyes as mom's shaved pussy stared me in the face. She pushed back and her wet pussy touched my lips as that vibrator slid all the way up in me.

Mom started rubbing her mound on my lips and that was the first time I ever tasted a pussy before! I did the only thing I could as mom started to fuck me with that vibrator...I licked it for her because I was so damn turned on. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. She seemed to like what I was doing, and pumped me with that vibrator and started to flick her tongue in my slit at the same time.

I came with that vibrator buzzing in my pussy and mom licking my clit. She rubbed her pussy faster back and forth on my mouth and let out a yell, and came a few seconds later. That left my face wet and slippery with her juice. Mom pulled that vibrator out of me and turned around on top of me.

She leaned down over me and kissed me hard with her own wet face. I could taste my own juice on her lips as we tongued each other and she mashed her big naked breasts down on mine.

I didn't realize how horny my mom could get. And she wasn't finished with me yet, bending down and sucking my nipples and working her way back down to my crotch. I just laid there and enjoyed it, because she what she was doing to me felt really good. 

Mom got off the bed and grabbed a little bottle of lube that came with the vibrator. I didn't know why she needed that but I found out pretty quickly as she lubed that vibrator and then squirted some on my anus.

"MOM!"

"Don't worry you're going to like this....." And she started to push it up my butt.

"Oowwww easy!" I told her gritting my teeth, as that slippery thing popped into my butt.

My mom was between my legs looking closely at my pussy as she turned on the vibrator and I let out a loud moan. That thing vibrating my butt hole was unbelievable!

She slowly pushed it deeper and started to tongue my clit again, and all I could do was yell. My God if you've never had a vibrator sliding back and forth up your rear while your clit is being licked....you have no idea how hard it will get you off!

I was happy to return the favor after I got my breath back, and the toy cleaned with soap and water.

Mom and I were laying there naked next to each other and I asked her, "How come you shave your pussy like that?"

She laughed, and rubbed it with one hand, "Because your daddy likes it like this...he says he doesn't get hair in his teeth that way!"

I laughed with her, "I never thought about that before."

Mom, leaned over and kissed me, "Thanks for the fun...I loved it!"

"I did too," I told her and actually meant it.

"You should shave yours and give Ben a surprise next time."

I looked at her..."Huh!"

"Oh come on Krisy...I know you two have been screwing."

I really didn't know what to say, "I guess you'd know about that mom."

"I admit it...Ben and I have a little fun together sometimes. Just like you and I did, but I'm in love with your dad...not Ben...not that way at least."

I felt relieved to hear that from her.

"Kris, as long as were having true confessions let me ask you something."

"Sure." I replied, as mom gently fondled one of my boobs.

"I was kind of hoping you would let me have Ben tonight for some fun."

The first thing I thought other than an instant flash of jealousy was, "What am I supposed to do?" and I guess I'd actually said it out loud.

"You can have Robert for the night." Mom replied with a big grin, "He's really very good in bed."

My brain sort of froze for a few seconds because my mom was suggesting that I spend the night in bed with dad!

"Daddy?" I finally spit out...but....he....my....DAD?"

Mom laughed, bent down and kissed my nipple that was still hard as a rock, and then looked at me again, "You've already had sex with me and Ben....why not him?"

I really couldn't come up with an answer to that...I mean she was right. But the thought of my dad doing me still freaked me out.

"Just think about it...you don't have to if you don't want...but you'll be missing out. I'll never forget the first time I did it with my dad."

"Grandpa?" I gasped, "He's really old!"

"He wasn't when I was your age."

"Does dad know about that?" I asked sitting up.

"I think he's guessed about it, but I've never admitted it. It's one of my family secrets I've never told anyone about until just now."

"This family is full of those things!" I replied sitting up.

"Come on Kris... let's get cleaned up before the men get home." Mom said, and crawled off the bed.

By the time Ben and dad got back all sweaty and half drunk, Mom and I were sitting on the balcony drinking our rum like nothing had happened between us. My pussy felt funny with no hair on it, sort of real sensitive in my panties.

When mom and I took a shower together, I'd let her talk me into shaving it. She'd actually done the shaving so I wouldn't cut myself trying to do it the first time. That was another little secret I kept to myself. I sipped my drink as Ben and dad told of their great dangerous adventure.

When the men were cleaned up we all went to dinner and another show as the ship headed our next port of call, Jamaica.

Mom and I had ended up turning into more like sisters that week. Like I've told you, I was drunk most of the time and so was the rest of my family. I guess that made most of the outlandish things seem okay to me. I still can't believe some of the stuff I did but I can't go back and change it now. Even if I could I'm not sure I would change a damn thing about that trip.

Dad and Ben were worn out by 10 PM and said they were going to go crash. Mom and I were just getting wound up on liquor and the great rock band that was playing until midnight. We even danced with some guys, and I got several offers to go visit their cabins after the show.

Mom had some of her own, "You wouldn't believe what that man said he wanted to do to me!" Mom told me when we sat down for another drink.

"What did you tell him?" I asked laughing out loud.

"I told him if he could get his wife to tell me it was okay I'd fuck his brains out!"

I burst out laughing, "Did he?"

"Last I saw he was running scared for the door."

We had a good laugh as the band finished up. It was midnight when we walked back to the rooms holding on to each other so we wouldn't fall down. Lots of people smiled and laughed as we stumbled along the hallway. We weren't the only ones. I think most of the ship was drunk that whole cruise.

When we finally found our cabins before I went in mom pushed me up against the wall and kissed me on the lips. Two guys were walking by and cheered, "Too bad their gay." I heard one of them say after they passed by.

Mom pulled her lips back and whispered, "I'm so horny I could do you right here!" she said slurring her words a bit, "But we got two men inside...lets go wake them up."

"That sounds good to me." I told her.

I started to go in our door and mom stopped me, "Wrong door...this one is yours tonight." She said, pointing to her own cabin.

Before I could argue she smiled at me, "Wake him up with a blow-job...he loves it when I do that!"

Before I could stop her she ducked in my room and I heard the door lock.

I tried the door and it was locked, "Damn it!"

I looked at the other door and tried the knob. It turned in my hand and I peaked in the dark room but I couldn't really see much in the dim room. Someone was coming down the hall so I shut the door and locked it. I felt my way over to the connecting door planning to fool mom's plans but she'd beaten me too it and locked the door on her side!

I heard my dad snoring lightly and as my eyes adjusted I could see him over on the bed under a sheet. I heard some giggling through the door to my room and I knew my mom was fooling around with Ben. That sort of pissed me off...and that she had locked me out.

"Fuck it!" I thought, and started taking my clothes off and leaving them on the floor, "If she was going to do my Ben, I'd show daddy a thing or two!"

Pure drunken madness...yeah I know it now but at the time it seemed like the thing to do.

I almost fell twice, but made it over to the bed determined to go through with it. I pulled the sheet up and dad was lying there naked. I was pleasantly surprised to see he had a huge dick just like Ben. I should have guessed he would have, "Like father, like son!" I remember thinking as I flipped the sheets over me and took a hold of his big soft penis.

I was so drunk that it didn't even occur to me what I was really doing at the time. I had the end of this big soft penis in my mouth and it felt really good. I guess I love sucking cock, and the guys who were lucky enough to have me do it for them seemed to like it just as much as I did. I could smell that manly smell from his crotch as his penis started to grow in my mouth.

It kept growing and I could tell dad was waking up. It was just as big or bigger than my brothers when it stopped growing and I could tell he was awake by the way he groaned.

"Fuck it's about time you got home Meg." I heard my daddy say.

Meg was my mom's name but she was busy next door with my brother, so I sucked his nice big knob even harder and held his huge warm balls. I realized that dad had no pubic hair and I guessed he must have shaved it off. His balls and crotch were smooth as glass.

Dad pulled the sheet back and realized it wasn't Meg sucking his cock.

"Kris...damn is that you?" He asked, but in the dim light I'm sure he already knew that.

"Hi daddy!" I told him when I let his wet knob out of my mouth.

"Where's your mom?"

"Next door."

"Oh..." he said and slowly got up, "Well this is a surprise I wasn't expecting at all!"

I flopped down on my back as he flipped on the light.




Family Secrets



It hurt my eyes, "What are you doing?" I asked squinting at the bright light.

"I wanted to see you baby," Dad said, and came over to the edge of the bed with his big hard cock sticking straight out.

I rolled over on my side on the edge of the bed as he stood there looking down at me, "You like what you see?" I asked and reached over to grab his big shaft.

I pulled him closer by his cock until it was close enough to suck again. Dad let out a moan and reached down to flick my nipple.

"Damn your pussy looks good!" He told me and I raised one leg and let his hand feel me up, "You shaved it baby, it looks just like when you were little."

"Were you looking at my pussy when I was little?" I asked and then ran my tongue around his big knob.

"I sure was...but now you're all grown up."

My dad's fingertip slipped into the opening of my vagina and he groaned and cum started shooting into the back of my throat!

His big dick throbbed in my mouth as he shot a huge load. I guess I turned him on a lot more than I'd thought.

"OH FUCK!" Daddy groaned as I swallowed his thick cum, and milked his shaft until it was dry.

When I was done I fell back with my legs spread wide as I rubbed my pussy, "I'm so horny I hope you can go again!"

Dad went over to a bag and pulled out a bottle of lube, "You're so sexy I can go several more times...but first I'm going to taste that little pussy of yours."

Daddy yanked me closer to the edge of the bed and put his head down between my legs. I felt his tongue start to explore me and it felt strange and good at the same time. I was beyond caring about the lights and looked at his cock between his legs. It was still hard and he was lapping at my pussy like a hungry dog.

Shit it felt good, and seeing my dad's face between my legs was so damn naughty that I came in just a short time.

When stood up again, he kept looking at my pussy as he squirted lube all over his cock. He rubbed it up and down until it was all wet looking. Then he squirted some all over my twat, rubbing it in and sticking some in my vagina with his fingers.

It was almost like he was taking his time, wanting to make the moment last forever and I was getting impatient.

"I want you daddy...please fuck me before I go crazy!" I told him.

Dad smiled down at me and put his knob in my opening, I felt it start to push and then it popped inside and God it felt so damn good!

I'm not sure I can tell you all the emotions that ran through my head the first time my dad fucked me. Sure his cock was nice and hard, and as big as Ben's. But just knowing it was my dad between my legs, and feeling his cock sliding in and out of me made me cum several times before he was done.

"Damn Krisy...Mmmmmmm fuck you feel better than I ever dreamed.....OOoooo shit your pussy feels so fucking good!"

He skin was warm on mine; his hips moved back and forth between my legs, his nice big cock sliding in and out of my pussy while he kissed my lips, ears and neck. He slowly got faster and his breath was hot in my ear as I wrapped my arms around his back. I pushed up with my feet and let all of his nice hard cock in me.

His balls began to slap against my butt and the room was full of wet smacking sounds, my moaning, and the smell of our sex.

The world was only our sweating bodies, and feeling my dad's big stiff cock snug in my wet vagina. Daddy started pumping me hard enough it hurt but I didn't care anymore. I wanted to feel him explode and fill me with cum; I would have had his baby if he'd asked me at the moment.

"Oh fuck baby...I can't hold it any longer!" Dad grunted in my ear, and kept pounding my pussy hard and fast.

"Give it to me...OH FUCK....Dad...OH GOD!.....Do it!" I told him and squeezed his cock with my vagina, "CUM IN Meeee!"

He grunted hard and shoved his cock all the way up in me, "AH OOOHHH UNHHhhhhh!" filled my ears hotly, and I felt him shooting his load in me.

I came as hard as he did! I felt each hard spurt in me and squeezed his cock each time it did. I was gasping for breath when it was over and so was my daddy. We kept kissing and I rubbed his sweaty back until his cock began to slowly shrink inside of me.

Dad pulled it out and rolled over on his back. I felt his cum leaking out of me and running down the crack of my ass...but it felt so good I didn't even try to hold it back. I reached down and rubbed it up my slit and had another little orgasm as he got up and went to the bathroom.

A knock at the door sounded as he came back, and Dad went over an opened it.

I looked over and mom had her clothes in her hand and was naked. She said something to dad and he got his shorts and then went next door.

Mom came over and slipped into the bed with me. She kissed me, "Did you have a good time?"

"OH MY GOD!" I told her.

"I know baby..." She said, running her hands through my hair, "Nothing is like the first time...I know."

"Where did dad go?" I asked her.

"I told him we were going to have a Mother daughter talk, and he could sleep over there in the extra bed."

I started to giggle as another little trickle of cum ran down my butt crack.

"What's so funny?" Mom asked.

"My pussy is full of daddy's cum." And I started giggling again.

"We can't have you messing up my sheets!" Mom told me and slid down between my legs and licked me long enough to make me cum one last time.

After that first night with dad the rest of the cruise turned into a blur for me. We ended up with a fun little routine. The guys would go on excursions during the day while mom and I stayed on the ship. We'd hang out at the pool and then end up back at our cabin making love. At night we'd take turns sleeping with Ben or dad.

I could have done that forever! I was getting more sex than I'd ever dreamed of and turning into a total slut. Mom taught me all kinds of ways to please a guy...or a girl.

I do want to share one last memorable time we all had together. I think we were all a little down realizing that the trip was about to be over. Mom made sure it was a really good way to finish our cruise.

The last night on the ship we all had dinner together.

"So do you want to see a show tonight?" Dad asked us.

"Not really," Ben replied.

"I don't care, we should do something before we get back." I offered.

Mom had a grin on her face, "I think we should have one last huge party!"

Everyone thought that was a good idea, and we all put on our suits and headed for the adult area. No kids were allowed there and they had several hot-tubs. We all got in the hot-tub as the waiters started began to get us nice and drunk.

At one point the guys left for minute to use the bathroom and mom scooted over close to me and whispered, "I think tonight would be a good time to let our little secret out."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that, "What secret?" I asked.

"We can put on a little show for them," She said, "You know like we do every afternoon."

Then I got it!

I liked the idea, one big family orgy before we had to go back to our normal lives. Well our lives were normal for us, but I don't think anyone else would call it normal. I was already drunk enough to do it right then, but mom wanted to enjoy the evening longer.

We soaked and drank for another hour. It was so hot in the tub that we'd have to get up and sit on the edge. Steam would be coming off our bodies in the ocean air, as the ship got closer and closer to Ft. Lauderdale. I'd look over at my brother and dad and smile.

I loved Ben more like a boyfriend than a brother. I loved dad like a dad, but enjoyed having sex with him. It was so emotional and different from making love to my brother. Mom and I were more like best friends now...friends that had sex with each other. They were all different from each other, and I loved each one of them for who they were.

Mom gave me one of those naughty looks and I knew it was time to head back to the cabin. I don't think the guys had any clue what was going to happen. I think they thought that it would be like every other night had been. I wasn't too sure myself but I was full of anticipation by the time we got to the cabin.

Everybody took showers to get the chlorine off. The guys used the other room and mom and I showered in her room. When we got done we just had big towels wrapped around us.

"Come on!" Mom told me and we went through the connecting door to my cabin.

Ben and Dad were digging through clothes and they only had towels on.

They both looked up at us, "Hey!" Ben said, "What's up?"

"You want to see a show?" Mom asked.

"Now?" Dad replied, "It's kind of late."

"Not for this show," Mom laughed, and took him and Ben by the hands and led them back over to the big cabin.

"So what's going on?" Ben asked mom.

"Patience...grab two of those chairs."

Dad and Ben each grabbed a chair and mom had them arranged at the foot of the big bed. I think Dad realized what was going to happen and he had a huge smile on his face. Ben looked confused but put the chair down next to the other one.

Someone knocked on the door. Mom ran over and took the tray full of rum punch drinks and thanked the kid.

She didn't give him a tip because she only had a towel on. His eyes were big and I don't think he minded at all.

Mom told Ben and Dad to sit down with a drink. They did and Ben still looked confused facing the big bed. I took a big drink of rum punch as mom stood in the space between the chairs and the end of the bed.

"Okay, you can only watch," She warned them, "No touching us or yourselves...got it?"

Ben figured it out right then and his face lit up, "Sure mom."

"Krisy come here."

I went up to mom, and we put our arms around each other and started making out.

"OH DAMN!" Ben said.

I heard dad's voice, "This is going to be good!" 

Too me it was just like how we started every afternoon. Mom was a good kisser and she un-tucked my towel from between my boobs and pulled it down to my hips. She held it there and started sucking on my nipples as dad and Ben groaned in appreciation. I looked over and both of them had big hard cocks standing up from their laps between the folds in their towels!

Mom stood up and let me drop her towel as mine fell clear off, and landed on top of my feet. I squeezed mom's boobs and took my turn sucking her nipples until they stood out bright pink and hard as rocks.

"Shit this is killing me!" Ben groaned.

"Don't you dare touch your dick!" Mom warned him.

Mom pushed me back on the bed and crawled up next to me. We faced each other lying on our sides and started kissing again as the guys groaned. I raised one leg so mom could rub my pussy, and she did the same so I could rub hers while we kissed. I was getting really hot and wet.

Mom was too, and the guys kept making comments about how hot our show was making them.

"MMmmm!" I hummed as mom started to finger my opening. I returned the favor and soon our middle fingers were inside of each other rubbing back and forth fast.

I came first with a loud moan, and then mom got off.

"FUCK!" Dad said, "Can we play too?"

"Come on Kris... I think we tortured them enough." Mom said and sat up, and crawled off the bed.

I joined her as she got down between dads legs and took a hold of his cock. I got down in front of Ben and did the same. The end of Ben's penis was wet with clear fluid, I licked it and he let out a moan. I kept licking it, teasing him like crazy.

"Oh fuck sis!" he groaned, suck it for me!"

I took it in my mouth and started sucking. I looked up and saw daddy watching me suck my brother's dick. His eyes were full of lust and I heard mom making slurping noises on his cock.

I went back to sucking my brother's nice tasty cock.

I heard dad tell mom, "Yeah baby lick my balls!"

I'd never tried that before and took Ben's cock out of my mouth. I got lower to lick that soft bag of skin. Ben groaned louder, I licked his big warm sack all around and then went back for more of his swollen knob.

I kept stroking his shaft and he started to hump up into my mouth. I knew he was going to cum and in a few seconds he was groaning and squirting big blast of cum. I swallowed it, but some leaked down his cock, so I licked it up as he kept groaning loudly.

Dad hadn't cum yet so I went over to help mom. I got under her and licked daddy's balls while she sucked and jacked him.

"FUCK!" Dad yelled and sent his load into mom's throat.

Mom finished him off nice and clean as I got up; she came over and kissed me. I felt her push some of daddy's cum in my mouth and both Ben and Dad told us how hot we were. We licked each other's faces clean and then got back on the bed as the guys got another drink.

Mom had me lying on the edge of the mattress and got on top of me facing my twat. She settled her nice wet pussy down on my lips and then stuck her head between my legs to eat me. We ate each other for a few minutes before mom told dad she wanted to see his cock in my pussy.

I felt Dad's knob rubbing me as Ben got up on the bed behind me. He straddled my head with his knees and lifted mom's hips up so he could stick his cock in her. I felt my Dad's penis push slowly up in side and it felt wonderful. I didn't need the lube anymore because I was so wet, and could take the size after all the sex I'd had with my brother.

I looked up and watched the end of my brother's cock slip into mom's pussy and she started making noises like me. Both of us getting fucked at the same time while mom was on top of me.

I moaned and watched from below as my brother's big slippery cock pumped in and out of mom's pussy. His balls were swinging back and forth each stroke. Mom was yelling, and I felt her fingertip on my clit as dad's big cock began to pump hard and fast in me. He was yanking my thighs back towards him and driving it all the way up my twat.

Shit I came so hard and loud that it made mom get off and juice dripped out of her pussy onto my face. Ben stopped fucking her with his cock all the way in her. His big balls above me was all I could see as fluid kept dripping from mom's quivering pussy.

Daddy pulled out of me, and I crawled out from under mom. Ben flopped down on the bed on his back so I went over and started licking his wet dick. Neither of our men had cum yet, and I wanted to return the wonderful orgasm I'd just had to either one of them but Ben was in my mouth first.

I wasn't sure what mom was doing because I was enjoying how I made Ben squirm with his knob in my mouth. I felt mom get on the bed next to me, "Sit on that nice big dick...I want to see it in you!"

That wasn't a problem at all because I wanted to feel it in me too. I got up on top of my brother and guided his cock into me. I sat back and it slid all the way in nice and easy. He let out a groan and grabbed my boobs with both hands as I sat straight up on him moving my hips and feeling his knob way up inside.

Mom and dad crawled up on the bed with us. Mom kissed me while I bounced on Ben's cock a few times and then told me to lean down over him. 

I leaned down and mashed my boobs on his chest, kissing him hotly when I felt lube being squirted on my anus. I was used to it because mom always liked to put the vibrator up my rear. I found out why when I felt dad getting behind me.

"OH MY GOD!" I yelled when I realized Dad was going to put the real thing up my rear.

"Relax Kris; you're going to love it!" Mom told me as I felt dad's slippery knob start to push against my anus.

It popped in and I felt more lube being squirted and then it started too slid up my rear. 

You can't imagine what it feels like to have two huge cocks in you, unless you've tried it before.

One was enough for me, but two made me feel like I'd never walk again. I started yelling right away, and mom was pinching one of my nipples making it worse. I could feel both of them in me, one going in and the other going out...sometimes both ramming up in me at the same time.

My Dad was slapping my ass and pumping me fast at the same time. Ben was pushing upwards, thrusting up in my pussy at the same time. And I was screaming and having several orgasms, one right after the other.

Finally Ben let out a howl, and stopped pumping upwards in me. I felt him start Cumming...his cock throbbing as it squirted up inside several times. Daddy pumped his cock several more times hard and fast and then ground his body against my butt as the base of his shaft began to pulse quickly. My anus was stretched tightly around that thick shaft, and I felt every pulse as his cum shot his load up my rear.

I had one last massive orgasm that almost made me pass out.

When I could breathe again I was soaked with sweat and my crotch was a holy mess of cum. I staggered to the other room for a shower. I heard them all talking and the other shower running before I feel asleep. The last thing I remember hearing mom say was something about her turn.

The return trip back home was anti-climactic. It was a boring flight and it didn't help that I sober and trying to remember all the secrets we'd shared on the cruise. I started writing them down all the way back home. 

I moved in with Ben a week after we got back. I claimed I could stay with him and go to the same college. 

Mom and dad were fine with it, even though they knew why I really wanted to live with him.

I settled down with Ben thinking I knew all of the Family Secrets....Boy was I ever wrong about that!



Family Secrets Ch. 01



Family Secrets 1: The Damsel Maker

"Are you taping another cheesy jungle flick?" Melanie chided her younger brother, Toby.

"Shut up, jeeze, have you found a job yet? Oh, I guess not since you're leaving the house dressed like that." Toby smirked at his sister's slutty hot pants ensemble complete with knee high leather boots.. "Now, you're not so desperate that you're hooking now are you."

"Nice, thanks for the support. It just so happens I'm going out for a few drinks with Patty." Melanie straightened the halter top of her appealing 27 year old breasts.

"You'd make more cash if you'd take that Hooters gig or just good ol' hooking." Toby laughed.

"Very funny. Now, be a sweetie and give me twenty bucks so I can get a few cocktails." Melanie applied her lipstick in the dining room mirror. "Come'on, I promise I'll job search tomorrow, okay?" Toby watched tv in silence. "And if you give me twenty bucks I won't tell your friends why you watch those tarzanish movies."

"I don't care, but if this'll amuse you." Toby threw a crumpled twenty at Melanie.

" Oh no. You don't get off that easy. It took me awhile but I think I figured it out."

"I don't care. Could you just leave me in peace?"

"Now don't pout. It's just not every day that someone has a fantasy quite like yours. Am I getting warmer? Do you, like, jack off to it?"

"What?" Toby's face went white. He sat speechless as Melanie reached under the couch producing a video tape. 

"It's not like I've been idle in my unemployment. I snooped while you were at work. Then lo and behold I found this compilation tape amongst your other porn, wow, you like get off on this stuff, huh?"

"So, I like watching women getting trapped."

"Yeah, but in quicksand?"

"So? It's harmless. Most quicksand isn't even dangerous the way movies portray it. Besides it's just a fantasy, jeeze. Damsels in distress and all, and if you must know, I have masturbated to it, so there. You know if you were a cool sister you might want to help me out."

"Help you out how?" Melanie eyed her brother suspiciously.

"There's a really shallow mud flat down by Sanger's creek. I'll pay you a hundred bucks if you'll let me film you pretending to be stuck."

"What? Are you crazy?" Melanie picked up her purse and headed for the front door.

"$200 hundred bucks." Toby proposed. Melanie slowed and listened, her fingers tapping on the door knob.

"Okay, $300 hundred bucks and I won't show your ex-husband a tape I made of you at my birthday party a few years back. God, you were drunk. An elicit affair like that might just cost you a little or all of your allimony." Melanie turned and smiled like a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar. "It's a pretty hot tape, too. By the way, you'll never find that tape I've got copies well hidden."

"$400 and we got a deal." Melanie seductively swiveled across the room bending over in front of her brother. Toby tared down his sister's one piece leather top at her awesome cleavage.

"$400 bucks it is, but are you sure? I mean this is a big fantasy of mine and you're my sister and all. You know?" Toby did respesct his sister. He felt weird all of the sudden that Melanie didn't call his sophomoric bluff. Toby felt obligated to give his sister an out.

"Tell me. Do you find this fantasy more appealing if the woman is attractive or you don't care?" Melanie crossed her well shaped legs as she sat next to Toby on the couch. "So, has there been a quicksand scene in this 'bung whole in the jungle', yet?"


"Not yet, but it looks promising." The images of a scantily clad woman running through a fake studio jungle setting caught Toby's eye. Made in the fifties this black and white horror of a movie just oozed out of the tv set. Toby sat up on the couch hoping for the delivery. Cheesy mellodrama made for Saturday morning matinee crapitorium. Melanie pulled a joint out of her purse giggling at her dorky brother's sudden interest.

"Hey, hot shot, you like cute girls or..."

"Shhhhh! Just watch." Melanie took a sweet drag off her joint just as the woman in the scene stopped. The camera panned in on the starlette with the perfect hair and make-up as she looked around lost. Toby could feel himself getting aroused at the mere thought of this actress taking a dip in rich creamy quicksand. Melanie on the other hand was no dummy to his fetish. She had seen her brother's weird tape filled with scenes from different movies of women trapped by quicksand. Then, as the starlette turned her head, she was snuck up on and nabbed by a cadre of poorly dressed jungle men. Toby slumped in the couch.

"Oh no! Sorry, not this time, sport." Melanie coughed out a sensimilla cloud.

"There's always next time." Toby nodded for Melanie to pass him the 'jay.

"So, once again, do find it more fun with attracive girls or what?"

"Certainly." Toby's voice garbled as he tried to hold the hit and talk simutaneously.

"Do you think I'm pretty enough?" Melanie's smokey laugh pursed through her smiling, red lips. 

"With a voice like yours, hell yeah."

"What do you...? Oh, I get it. Men, you guys all love the chatter. Well, throw on that stupid tape so, I can learn the dialog, chief." Melanie shoved Toby.

"I don't know if I should feel really weird or really excited right now." Toby replaced the current crappy jungle flick with his special compilation.

"There's nobody around as far as I can tell." Melanie looked absently around the room.

"Melanie! I know we have a deal and I will gladly honor our agreed price but you're still my big sis."

"You said it turned you on, right? So, wouldn't it stand to reason that it would be kinkier if it was your sister? Listen, I know the answer is yes, so shut up. I like sex you like sex. You have a secret fetish and I have a secret fetish. Hush! I'll tell you that later. And, finally if you keep paying the bills and that 400 bucks I'll make your fantasies come true. How's that sound tiger?" 

"Wait a second you're not pulling my leg are you?"

"Look, the tape's started. What's going on there?" Melanie pointed at the tv while she relit her roach.

"See that well dressed lady? In the movie she embezzled a bunch of money and is now trying to sneak away from her mob boss' jungle lair. This scene is awesome."

"Why's it awesome?"

"You see, she doesn't just plunge in and go under, it's a nice, slow sink."

"So, the slower struggle adds to your excitement? Oh, oh! There she goes, Jeeze, and she dropped that perfect vintage suitcase in it too."

"That's what's great about this one. She tries to retrieve the bag only to sink deeper." Toby felt his big sister's hand softly rub the crotch of his gray dockers.

"I see what you mean about it slow. If it were me I'd use that branch she's got in her hand to free myself. It's a nice suitcase and all, but it's quicksand. Get out first worry about the bag later." Melanie could see Toby was enjoying his "damsel in distress" fantasy. She firmed up her stroke over Toby's cotton covered cock.

"Does Mom or Dad know about this?"

"Dad no. Mom yes, but she's the only other one besides you. Wow just thinking about it is really turning me on."

"What's that?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure."

"Wait here. I wanna show you something." Toby rose carefully as his rock hard cock was making an uncomfortable tent out of his gray dockers.

"Nice pants. Do you sleep in that, there tent?"

"Shut up, Melantelope."

While her brother loped off rumaging Melanie took a big swig of Toby's whiskey and coke. Melanie was surprised she was actually being turned on by her brother's twisted fantasy. But, in a way, that didn't matter. Toby could have talked boring old geo-politics and she'd still want to satisify the primal urge that burned deep in her hungry pussy. 

"Found it!" Melanie heard Toby scream from his bedroom. He returned to the couch with a simple black photo album. "Check out these pictures I took back in July."

"Oh my God." Melanie's husky stoned voice muttered. "You didn't?" Polaroid after Polaroid in succession showed images of their mother as she walked through some waist high marsh grass and cattails. Her image growing as she approached the camera. She gaudily looked like some secretary from an old 50's movie. Tight knee length skirt. It looked like ribbon of gold polyester candy wrapped around her curvey hips and thighs. She was also squeezed in a tight white blouse enhancing her naturally deep cleavage. It didn't hurt that the blouse was unbuttoned nearly half way down her impressive rack. To top it off Melanie's mom had a matching gold blazer, really huge, fake pearls around her throat, and her hair tied in a tight bun on top of her head. "Damn, Mom looks pretty natty and tight." 

"Yeah, she had a whole bunch of old stuff lying around."Toby slowly slipped his hand under the album softly massaging his sister's cool thigh. Melanie's hand followed in kind unzipping then sliding into Toby's dockers. Squeezing his hard cock through his satin boxers. 

Turning the page the next few images panned in on mom's high heeled feet. Her black pumps slowly slipping out of sight into some hidden ooze deceptively camoflaged by the tufts of shorter grass bordering the mud pit. The camera panned back to a full image of their mother the quagmire half way up her calves. She had her hands held up to her cheesy, wide eyed, mellodramatic face.

"Nice face Mom." Melanie snorted. She felt Toby cop a slightly higher feel up her thigh. Her pussy ached to be touched.

"I admit she laughed alot during this shoot."

"I can't believe you got her to do this."

"It was about a month before you moved in and I'd had this other quicksand tape playing on the vcr. I left the tape running and while I was in the shower. Mom happened to stop by at that moment unannounced. You know she likes to do that."

"Yeah, you got that right." Melanie chuckled remebering the time, not too long ago, when her mother walked in while she was furiously masturbating on the, very, sofa they were sitting on now.

"You know I like to take long showers. Mom, undeniably, got more than an eyeful of my unusual pursuit." Underneath the photo album Toby had unbuttoned Melanie's tight hot pants and was gingerly sliding his hand under the waistband of her panties into her dense love patch. Teasingly rubbing her muff an inch or so from her wet, throbbing clit. 

"I was so embarrassed and then Mom told me, though, she thought it was alittle odd as a fantasy choice, she could see how it could be arousing." Toby whispered in Melanies ear."But then she followed it up with what I really needed was a good roll in the hay. I looked down realizing Mom had her skirt way up her thighs and she was rubbing her very wet, and very hot pantied crotch." Toby slid his middle finger over Melanie's aching clit sinking his middle finger deep in her wet snatch.

"Oooooh, oh, oh. Did you... did you fuck Mom or what?" Melanie's husky voice aroused. Toby pulled his hand out knocking the album to the floor. Getting on his knees he grabbed the waist of his sister's hotpants yanking them off her shapely thighs.

"First I did this." Toby pushed Melanie's thighs apart buring his face in his older sister's untamed forest. Slowly licking up her wet lips. Circling her clit with his thick tongue. 

"Oh, oh, oh. Yeah, lick it you sick fuck,"Melanie hissed. Sinfully fucking her brother's face. "Sink your tongue in me, baby, 'cos I'm sinkin'. Oooh, yeah, sinkin' in quick... quicksand, baby. Ohhhhhhh!" Melanie cummed in her brother's deviant, carpet munching, mouth. "Oh Toby. Oh, this was so wrong." Melanie's half open eyed, smiling face, moaned.

Toby undid his pants and mounted his sister. "Let me help you with that, sport." Melanie tenderly grabbed Toby's thick hard cock guiding him into her moist, incestuous love muffin.

"Say it again." Toby whispered as he slowly fucked his sister's sweet pussy.

"Im sinking. Will any body help me? Oh, oh... oooh, quicksand! I'm stuck. Stuck in it, oooh, oh my God, help." Melanie orgasmically cooed, Teasing Toby into almost prematurely blowing his wad inside of her.

"Oh, this is so, awesome." Toby heaved.

The front door creaked open."Hello? Are you decent?" Tanitha always said that before entering. Even though she always followed her greeting by barging in anyway. "Oh my!" The familiar voice said as the screen door slapped shut propelling the silohetted figure into the musky smelling, dark room. The only light being generated in the room was from the tv. Toby's, deviant, damsels in quicksand tape, to be exact.

"Mom!" Toby and Melanie simultaneously groaned at their mother's nosy presence. They were both very close to cumming. 

"My naughty little children." Toby watched his mother nestle up next to Melanie. "Don't stop son. You want your sister to cum, right?" He could feel his Tabitha's cool fingers straddle his greasy cock. His Mother was stroking his cock while rubbing Melanie's dank, hirsute mound.

"I'm cumming. Oh my. Oh, I'm... I'm... ohhhhh!" Melanie gasped. Her Mother drawing circles over her orgasming clit. Toby couldn't hold back any longer, firing his load deep in his sister's writhing, wet, hairy puss.

"Ohhhh, man." Toby moaned as his thrusts lessened in intensity. He layed on top of Melanie kissing his sister's hungry mouth. Her spasming pussy throbbing warmly over his satisfied cock.

"Hey, what about Mama over here?" Tabitha's fake pout didn't fool her kids. Guess it wasn't suppose to.

"Not me Mom. But in a few, maybe." Toby eased his flaccid penis out Melanie' gooey love muff. He sat on the edge of the coffee table picked up his drink and leisurely sipped his whiskey and coke. He nearly choked on his drink as his sister sat up and began unbuttoning their Mother's extremely tight, white blouse. Melanie french kissed her Mom while slipping her hand under the lacey, see through, D cup.

Toby's cock began coming to life again. He had his lovely Mom and his slutty sister making out right in front of him. These lovely beauties fulfilling his most deviant desires. Man, he couldn't wait for tomorrow. It would be the first Mother/daughter quicksand scene ever. But Toby stayed focused on the task at hand. The only sinking that was going to be done right now was sinking his cock into his Mother's wet, marshy puss. Toby leaned over and pushed his mother's trembling legs apart. 



Family Secrets Ch. 01



Family Secrets Part One: Playing With Big Brother

Jacqueline was sitting in the middle of her pink- carpeted floor, reading the assigned chapters of her textbook, when her brother came in. Affectionately called Jackie by her family and friends, she was a smart and cute girl with long, rich, curly brown hair, and fathomless chocolate- brown eyes. She had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday a few weeks before, and looked very much like a full-grown, mature woman. She had always been very uncomfortable around other girls her age, because she had developed much earlier than everyone else had. She was in the twelfth grade at a small Catholic school, and in a full DD cup, with a sweet, tight, round little ass. The boys at her school would tease her and try to grab her when she walked through the halls. She would become angry and embarrassed, because even in this day and age, Jackie was still very innocent.

Daniel, Jackie's older brother, who was a 24-year-old senior in college, walked into his sister's room to see what she was doing. He had just gotten home from football practice, and found a note on the dining room table from his mom and dad.

"Hey Squirt, I guess it's just you and me tonight. Mom and dad took Missy (their other sister) with them to see the show in New York. They won't be back 'till 2 in the afternoon tomorrow. They left money for pizza, or whatever. I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going downstairs for a little while. Call me if you need me."

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It was a little after nine, and Danny was sitting in the living room, watching wrestling and drinking a beer. He heard Jackie upstairs, taking her nightly bath for about 30 minutes, then the water draining and her going into her room. He decided to go check on her, since he had pretty much left her alone all afternoon—except when they had eaten their dinner together. Danny was what any woman—and many men—would call "gorgeous." He had thick, dark brown hair, with an unruly lock that constantly lay on his broad forehead. His eyes we're a deep green, and contrasted wonderfully with his golden tan. His body was magnificent from his many intense workouts. He sported rippling biceps, a washboard stomach, and great legs with lean muscles. He was masculine perfection, and uncannily resembled his father, who also turned many feminine heads. He wasn't captain of the football team, but undoubtedly the best player, and a hell of a good running back.

Danny made his way up to Jackie's room, and stopped in her doorway to see her put her brush down on her vanity, grab a book from one of the shelves in the bookcase, and bounce over to her bed. He was shocked to realize how she had developed in the past year. She was just a younger version of the many women he had introduced to the back seat of his 1987 Chevy Blazer. He had to check himself—he was staring at his little sister's ass! She hadn't seen him standing there yet, so he had time to compose himself. She situated herself on her bed, sitting cross- legged with the book on her lap, then looked up to see Danny standing in her doorway.

"Hi, Danny! Why didn't you say something? Do you need something? Come over here so we can talk." Jackie had always idolized her big brother. He was six years her senior (he had put off college for a few years to join the work force), but when she was younger, he had always made time to play with his baby sister. They didn't spend as much time together now, but she didn't blame him. He was a grown up now, and had other things to do. She really hoped that he would sit down and talk with her though, because she missed hanging out with her big brother. She was really happy when Danny murmured an "okay," and came to sit on the edge of her bed.

Danny was surprised at himself for agreeing to sit with Jackie. Still a little shaken from noticing his baby sister's tight little body, he resolved to himself that he would just talk for a few minutes, and high- tail it outta there. He asked Jackie how school was going, and what she'd been up to as he stretched out on the bed. He didn't even know what her reply was, 'cause he spent the whole time trying not to imagine what Jackie's full, round breasts looked like under her thin Garfield nightshirt. He tried to concentrate on the conversation, but didn't succeed, and felt himself begin to get an erection. By then, she had finished her little speech, and he guessed he had made the right replies, because she wasn't looking at him as if anything was wrong. Danny was afraid to get up, because he didn't want Jackie to see the huge tent in his shorts. He started to slide slowly off the bed, when Jackie reached over her body to flip the light switch on the wall near the bed, and caused her shirt to tauten over her breasts. It was too much, and Danny moaned, feeling the pre-cum leaking out of his throbbing head. Startled, Jackie looked at him and asked what was wrong. He said, nothing, and stood up fully. Jackie just happened to look down, and saw the major erection battering against Danny's cotton shorts.

"What's going on, Danny?" She got up on her knees and looked pointedly at his crotch, which was plainly visible in the glow of her bedside lamp. Danny groaned to himself, and decided to play stupid.

"What are you talking about?" He hoped that that would be the end of it, but he wasn't so lucky. Jackie reached out her hand and grabbed it.

"This," she said, and instinctively stroked it. Now, Danny DID groan aloud, and crawled onto the bed once again.

"Stop it, Jackie. This isn't right, and we can get into a lot of trouble." Jackie WAS touching him, but she didn't realize just what she was doing to her brother. 

Not understanding what her touch could lead to, she asked, "What's wrong with this? We're not doing anything wrong, I'm just touching you." Sex Ed. was a subject her health teacher shied away from, so she was ignorant of the workings of her OWN body—let alone the workings of a man's. "Danny, can you take off your shorts? I want to see it." Danny put up a weak protest, because although he was scared, he was VERY excited. He said no a few times, but after she pleaded, and said she wouldn't tell, he gave in. He proceeded to peel off his shorts. It felt good to let his cock spring free, and he moaned again, when Jackie gasped with surprise, then reached out and once again grabbed him. She couldn't get her little hand even halfway around him. Danny wasn't uncommonly long, but he was thick. He couldn't speak—could only stare and try to breathe as Jackie explored his 7 ½ inches. It was exquisite torture, and he couldn't believe he was letting his sister do this to him—HIS LITTLE SISTER! He finally got the voice to speak, and began to lecture her on his tool. His voice was deep and raspy with emotion, and Jackie stopped stroking him to look up to see why.

"This is my cock. It isn't always like this, only when I get excited and ready to have sex. That's why you've never seen it, because I'm not always excited."

"Why are you excited NOW, and what IS sex? I've heard some girls whisper about it, but I never actually found out what it is." Yes, Jackie was amazingly innocent and naïve.

"Well, I get excited when I see a pretty girl, and you're pretty, and sex is when I take this (he grabbed his swollen cock and stroked it a few times) and put it inside the girl."

"Oh. Where do you put it?" Danny was starting to get extremely uncomfortable, and his erection started to shrink a little bit. Jackie saw it and grabbed it again, and it got even bigger and fuller than before. Danny didn't know how much more he could take of this before he blew his load all over his sister and her pretty, yellow bedspread.

"Um, I can put it in her pussy, or if she's really nice, her ass." Jackie thought about that information for a little while, and then asked, "Does it hurt?" He said, "Only the first time, and only for a little while." Jackie surprised him when she said, "Can you show me?"

Danny didn't say anything, but made her lay down on her back in the middle of the bed, and knelt between her legs. He pulled her Garfield shirt up, and saw, to his amazement, a little wet spot on her blue, flower- patterned panties, between her sweet thighs. He pulled her little panties down her legs, and off her feet, and then brought them to his nose. He smelled the intoxicating aroma of peach bubble bath, and excited virgin pussy. He could have sworn that his dick got even harder, and it furiously started to leak pre-cum all over his thighs. He tossed the panties to the side, and leaned down to sniff his little sister. Jackie looked at her big brother between her legs, and knew that she would never love him more than she did at that moment. She felt a scorching heat on her vagina, and she bucked her hips off the bed to seek more of that wonderful sensation. 

Danny was licking her tasty little pussy, and Jackie was on fire. She felt her lower body tighten, and moisture suddenly flooded her pussy. Danny was eating faithfully from her swollen sex, paying careful attention to her hard little clit. Oh, the amazing things he did with his tongue. She started to grind her pelvis into Danny's hard- working mouth, and she exploded into her first orgasm. Danny was getting totally hot all the time he was working on Jackie's little cunt, and when her passage squeezed his tongue as she had her first orgasm, he almost came all over the bed. He knew then that he wanted to get into her sweet little snatch, but he didn't want to take her virginity, because she was his sister, and he didn't want to get into more trouble if caught. He decided that he would only penetrate his little sister a few inches, but not enough to break her hymen.

Jackie was just opening her eyes after coming out of her orgasmic haze, when she saw Danny stretch his body out between her thighs. He rested his weight on his elbows, looked down into her eyes, and smiled. "I'm going to put my cock inside you now, but only a little bit, so you'll stay a virgin. It shouldn't hurt, because I'm not going all the way into you." He then grabbed his erection, and pointed it at her little opening. It was hard getting in because of her tightness, but made a little easier from all of the girl cum still leaking out of her twitching cunt. He pushed the tip of the head into her hole, and looked at Jackie's face to see her reaction. She winced a little, but didn't tell him to stop. He pushed the entire head in, and then stopped to let her get accustomed to having his thick meat inside of her. It was heaven. He only had the head in, but her tight cunt was milking his cock so well, it felt as if it was all 7 ½ inches inside of her. When she let out the breath that she had been holding, he began to rock side to side, to give Jackie a small degree of the pleasure he was feeling as he invaded her extremely tight pussy. She moaned and closed her eyes, so he advanced another inch, then pulled back, so only the tip was inside her still virgin passage. She brought her legs up around his waist as if to draw him back inside, and put her hands onto his shoulders. Instinctively, she began to fuck her little pussy on her brother's dick, and Danny had to fight to stay still and not thrust with her, which would finish the deed of breaking in her pussy completely. He grabbed Jackie's hips to still her, and resumed his thrusting in and out. He moved slowly in and out of his sister, never breaking his rhythm. He leaned his head down to taste her delectable, tight dusky pink nipples, and he felt her cunt contract around his thick meat. Jackie moaned, lost in pleasure.

Pretty soon, it wasn't enough, and he felt his cum begin to boil up from his heavy hanging balls. He picked up his pace, and he cried out, "AAAHHH FUCK, AAHH FUCK, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM SOON!" His entire body gleamed with sweat from the effort it took to keep from penetrating her fully. He still couldn't believe he was fucking his little sister! As soon as he thought that, he pushed into Jackie as far as he could go without taking her virginity, and Jackie's little body once again began to spasm. 

She cried out, "Danny, FUCK YOUR LITTLE SISTER!!! AAAHHHHH, I'MMM CUMMMIINNG!" This excited Danny to no end, and he began shooting thick ropes of sperm deep into his little sister's womb. His and Jackie's incoherent cries mingled in the steamy air. He came so hard, he thought he would never stop, but when he did, he pulled out of Jackie, and collapsed at her side. She was still breathing heavily, and shivering, but she rolled over to lie on his chest. "I love you, Danny, thank you. That was wonderful." She fell asleep.

Danny's breathing finally returned to normal, and he eased out of Jackie arms to go to the bathroom. He took a shower, and then dried himself off. He wet a thick, soft washcloth, and took it to Jackie's room, where Jackie was still asleep. He washed her tender cunt, and pulled down her Garfield nightshirt. She slept through the whole thing. He put on his shorts, and threw her discarded panties into her hamper along with the washcloth he had used to wash his and her mixed cum off her pussy. He lay down on the bed with her and she curled into his arms. The last thing he thought before he drifted off to sleep was, I love you too Jackie and I'll love you forever.

*********************

Their mom, dad, and sister got home earlier than expected, around 9 am, but Danny and Jackie were still asleep. Their mom and dad stood in Jackie's doorway, smiling down on their sleeping son and daughter. The mom said to the dad, "They look so sweet together. I'd thought they would be arguing for sure when we got back. I'm glad they got along so well. Let's leave them to sleep." They closed the door and tip- toed down the hall.



Family Secrets Ch. 01



It is the early spring of 2007 and two brothers, ten and eleven respectively walk along the pavement on their way home from school. They are heading for the nearby shopping centre where they would be picked up by their mother. Suddenly, as they continued to walk along there is the screeching sound of a car as it swerved, turning the corner. As the red sports car comes into view it mounts the pavement and strikes the two young boys. For a moment the sports car stops and the driver, a young woman of about eighteen looks out and then drives away in panic not knowing that one of the boys is still conscious and recognises her. Finally, the emergency services arrive and a quick thinking paramedic realises that the young boy rambling is repeating a car registration number. She takes note of it and hands it to a police officer. Then the ambulance speeds away towards the hospital.

The present day and a man sits at a desk in his study and reads the morning paper. As he turns the page a photograph of a newly wedded couple catches his eye and he reads on. "The marriage took place of Catherine Jessica Villiers, twenty-three year old daughter of David Villiers, well known Stockbroker and local magistrate and his wife Frances, to Alexander Reeves, the twenty-four year old son of James and Violet Reeves, well known Doctors."

The man slams his fist on the desk in anger and throws the paper to the floor. There is a slight knock and the door of the study opens. An elderly man enters. "Is everything alright sir?" he asks with genuine concern in his voice.

The man at the desk looks up. "Yes, everything is just fine, Hammond, thank you," he replies, regaining his composure. When the butler withdraws the man picks up the phone and dials. His action will trigger off an amazing chain of events and thus seal the fate of an entire family.

***

Frances Villiers was walking her Labrador dog around the family estate as was her custom before noon. The forty-eight year old mother of four reflected on how lucky she was. Her husband David had made a fortune on the stock exchange. David had also invested Frances' money this made her independently wealthy. They had a four storey mansion with an extensive estate. They were very comfortable indeed. Of their four children Matthew was the eldest at twenty-eight. He was an accountant and was married to twenty-seven year old Anne. Margaret was twenty-five and married to William, a solicitor. Daniel was a stockbroker like his father. He was twenty-four and married to twenty-three year old Debbie. Catherine, the baby of the family was twenty-three.

For David and Frances it was Catherine had caused the most trouble. She had been wild and reckless as a child. That spilled over into her adolescence and early adulthood. In college she had several lovers, male and female. Several times she announced that she was in love. So when Catherine announced that she had fallen in love with Alex Reeves, a young doctor. Frances and David couldn't hide their usual scepticism. What took them by surprise was the fact that Alex had proposed and Catherine had accepted.

Given Catherine's reputation, Frances had convinced herself that her youngest daughter would never marry. Even when Catherine announced her engagement Frances couldn't help being suspicious. 'Was Catherine pregnant?' was a thought roamed around in her head.

Frances's fears were allayed when she and David met Alex for the first time. It was clear to them both that Alex was totally besotted. Nonetheless, while they gave the couple their blessing with was with some reservation.

The wedding was a grand affair. It was the wedding of the year as far as the town was concerned. Catherine's sister Margaret and Alex's sister Fiona were bridesmaids and the weather had been perfect. The newlyweds set off on a three week Caribbean cruise for their honeymoon. They were due back in a few days.

***

On the Friday following their return Catherine and Alex attended a drinks party at the Villiers Mansion. Alex's parents were invited but were unable to attend because they had already made arrangements for a holiday that same week. Catherine's siblings, along with their spouses also attended.

The house staff had arranged and planned everything so Frances gave them the weekend off so the family could be alone to welcome home the newlyweds. 

The party began at seven as David switched on the music and toasted the newlyweds. The food was simple and the drink flowed freely. Everybody was so engrossed in enjoying the moment that no one noticed a band of some twenty to thirty individuals camouflaged in combat gear as they made their way stealthily up the estate and into a side entrance of the mansion. The door to the ballroom where the party was being held suddenly burst open and the group filed in armed with rifles and semi automatic weapons. Some of the women screamed and some of the men tried to react but stopped when they saw the intruders were heavily armed.

David stepped forward. "How dare you break into my home? Who are you? What do you want?" he demanded.

The entire group, with the exception of one wore balaclavas. This solitary individual was clearly the leader. He had the look of authority about him. He was confident and certainly had no fear of being recognised.

This man, a tall redhead stepped forward. "Just relax Mr Villiers. The rest of you just remain calm and no harm will come to you." he stated with authority in his voice.

David tried to stand his ground. "Look, if it's money..." He was cut short by the gang leader.

"We have a contract to do a job Mr Villiers. So I suggest you remain quiet." The leader spoke in a more menacing and threatening tone and as much as David and the others wanted to try and fight them they realised that the women would be in danger.

The leader turned to his band. "Alright, you know what to do." he said in a clear commanding voice.

Some of the group herded the women to one side of the room while the men were forced to sit in chairs and they were tied up.

"What are you going to do with us?" asked Frances in a voice of fear.

"You'll find out soon enough," responded the leader with a grin on his face. "Take them upstairs," ordered the leader and with that the group pointing their guns at Frances and the others and indicated to them to make their way upstairs.

"Leave our wives alone!" yelled Alex and the others.

The leader gave a signal to the rest of the group. David, his sons ands were gagged. The leader spoke to his captives. "It's going to be a long night, gentlemen, so "I suggest you get some rest. You're all going to need it," he said with a sinister laugh.

As he sat tied to the chair David Villiers thought. He was amazed at the boldness of the entire group. This whole operation had been carried out with military precision. What David couldn't understand was who was behind it?

In the meantime the women were led through the long corridor upstairs. The door of Frances and David's bedroom was opened and Frances was ushered into it, followed by two of the group.

Frances stood facing her captors. Despite the fact she was terrified she stood tall, erect and proud in her long green gown that reached to the floor. "What do you want?" she asked them, trying not to show fear in her voice.

"Take off your clothes, Mrs Villiers," replied one of the individuals firmly.

For a moment Frances was stunned. "I'm a married woman! How dare you? She cried and tried to make her way to the door only to be prevented by a rifle being pointed at her.

The hooded man spoke again. This time more forcefully as he put his hand to Frances' face and squeezed her cheeks. "Now, I don't want to tell the Colonel that you're being uncooperative, Mrs Villiers. You wouldn't like him when he's angry," he said.

"Colonel?" asked a puzzled Frances and then realised this man was referring to the redhead leader.

The hooded man produced a radio from his pocket. He pressed a button and there was a crackling sound. "Yes, Sergeant?" came a voice from the radio.

Frances recognised it at once as the redheaded leader.

"I'm afraid Mrs Villiers is having difficulty following orders, Sir," the sergeant responded.

"Well, that's very unfortunate, Sergeant. Let me speak to her," said the leader.

"Yes sir," the sergeant replied as he handed Frances the radio. Once again the voice came from the radio. "I hope you are not going to be a silly girl, Mrs Villiers. Let me make this quite clear. If you do not follow Sergeant Smythe's instructions your husband and the rest of your family will suffer, I promise you," he said in a menacing tone. The voice continued. "Just to prove my sincerity I suggest you listen to this," 

Frances could hear what sounded like someone being dragged over.

"Speak to her," the voice said.

"Frances?" it was David's voice.

"David?" responded Frances in panic.

Suddenly she could hear her husband crying out in pain. He was being punched or tortured in some way.

"Stop it, please! I'll do what you say. Just don't hurt him," cried Frances desperately.

"I knew you would eventually see sense Mrs Villiers. Now get a move one. Sergeant Smythe would tell you I'm not a patient man." growled the colonel.

The sound of the Colonel's voice combined with the peril her husband and family were in served to knock any thought of resistance from the mind of Frances Villiers. Resigning herself to her fate she capitulated. Frances put her hand behind her back and pulled the zipper of her dress down. Pushing the gown from her shoulders, Frances allowed it to slide to the floor and stepped out of it. She was about to remove her white slip that reached to her knees when Smythe suddenly stepped forward and gripped the garment with one hand. Using sheer brute force he ripped it from the mature woman's body. "It saves time," he said sneeringly. His companion laughed.

Frances removed her low cut black lace bra and allowed it to join her gown on the floor. Still facing her captors she was about roll down her tights when Smythe spoke again. "Turn around and remove your knickers and tights together." He ordered. There was a snigger from Smythe's companion.

Knowing her situation was hopeless, Frances meekly obeyed. She bent over slightly as she rolled down her remaining garments, conscious that her tormentors had a full view of her bare arse.

"Not a bad rump, eh?" asked Smythe's companion as he moved forward and slapped her arse. They both laughed in unison.

Frances' face reddened.

"Ok, Mrs Villiers, you can turn around now." said Smythe.

Frances obeyed. As she faced her captors once again she instinctively tried to cover her privates with her hands.

This clearly angered Smythe. "Put your hands on your head!" he yelled.

Terrified she might provoke him Frances immediately did as ordered. "What are you going to do?" she asked with a whimper.

"Surely that's obvious, Mrs Villiers?" responded Smythe with a slight laugh. He nodded to his companion who made his way to the bedroom door.

Somehow Frances felt relieved. 'At least forced sex with one was better than with two,' she reasoned in her mind.

Smythe moved forward and grabbing Frances by her long black hair forced her to her knees. The bedroom door opened and four more men hooded and wearing military fatigue gathered around a kneeling and naked Frances like vultures vying for their prey. Frances' sense of relief immediately dissipated as she realised what was really in store for her. "Please, don't make me do this," she begged.

"Now, Mrs Villiers, remember what the Colonel said about being impatient. Please don't make me call him again," replied Smythe in an ironic sounding sincerity.

Frances gave a slight yell when her head was forced back by the hooded man facing her. He shoved his cock towards her face. "Suck it, you wonderfully beautiful whore," he ordered.

Frances was shocked. Up to now she had only been naked in front of her husband. Now she had been forced to parade her beautiful naked body in front of these individuals. Oral sex was something she abhorred. She refused it flatly to David but to refuse these men that demand she knew could not only be fatal for herself but for her entire family as well.

"Come on, you bitch! Get a move on," shouted the man in front of her as he pushed his pulsating organ deep inside Frances' mouth. He gripped her hair, forcing her to bob up and down and suck as she went. Almost at once each of her hands received a hand and she began to hand fuck. As if this wasn't enough, Frances Villiers felt cold hands adjust her lower body and she could feel another cock invade her arse and began to pound her nether regions. 

Uncomfortable as she was Frances managed to adapt and settle into a rhythm. As cum exploded in her mouth, instead of spitting it out as she wished her head was jerked backed and she was forced to swallow the unwanted liquid. This happened repeatedly and it made her nauseous. At the same time Frances could feel the repeated burning sensation of exploding cum in her arse as one by one the men took their turn.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity it stopped and an exhausted Frances was thrown unto the bed. 

"Ok boys. I'll take it from here. Goodnight," said Smythe as the men filed out of the room.

"Good night, Sarge. We'll be right outside. Pleasant dreams," replied one of them and his companions laughed.

Frances looked up and for the first time saw the face of Smythe who stood dressed in a pair of shorts. His hair was very short. His face was rugged and judging by it he was perhaps in his mid forties. He certainly had a military look.

Without a word Smythe got into bed and mounted Frances who, by now, realised that any form of resistance was not only futile but possibly fatal for all, simply submitted without question. He kissed Frances passionately before moving to her bare shoulder and then to her breasts, licking and sucking as he went.

To her surprise, despite the fact she was being forced, Frances found unwanted pleasure in this man's movements around her body. Try as she might, she couldn't resist moaning deeply, especially when her nipples and wonderful breasts were being licked and sucked. "Oooh," she repeated many times over as her pleasure continued to increase. As he moved down her waist Frances' moaning became even louder. 

Smythe spread her long smooth legs and immediately drilled through her pussy lips and began to lash her clit.

"Oh fuck!" repeated Frances over and over as her clit received this wonderful pleasurable treatment. She had never had such pleasurable sex before and she had reached the point of not caring who heard her. All she was concerned about was that this wonderful moment would last for as long as possible.

Smythe suddenly withdrew his tongue but swiftly replaced it with his hard cock. He inserted it gently and began to pound Frances mercilessly. 

Smythe was astonished at the mature woman's apparent sexual joy as she continued to cry out. "Yes, oh yes. Keep going, keep going,"

Encouraged by her Smythe's pace picked up and his own pleasure continued to build up.

Finally, as they both reached the point of no return their body heat caused them to perspire and their breathing began deeper with each stroke. At last they orgasmed and gave a mutual sigh of sexual satisfaction.

For a few moments both Smythe and Frances lay on their backs collecting their thoughts and allowing their systems to calm down. Smythe put one hand under his head and smiled. Then he turned to Frances and put his hand on her chin before speaking. "You're not a bad fuck, doll. In fact you're pretty good. It's going to be a long day tomorrow so I suggest you get some sleep. I know I will. Don't bother trying to do anything foolish like leaving the room we have guards posted outside and besides, remember your family," he concluded with a smile.

Frances was all too aware of her and her family's predicament and didn't need to be reminded. She wondered what Smythe meant by "A long day". She didn't ask him and she felt she probably was better off not knowing.

Smythe again turned to her. This time he kissed her cheek. "Like the man said, doll, pleasant dreams," he said before turning over and going to sleep. Frances too, despite trying to stay awake, gradually fell into a slumber.

At the same time Frances was pushed into her own bedroom her twenty-five year old daughter Margaret was pushed into the bedroom next door. What struck her was the fact that her mother had been pushed into bedroom she shared with her father that the room that she was now in was the bedroom she was to share with her husband William Campbell. 'Was this just an accident? Or was there more to these people than met the eye?'

Bravely, she spoke. "What the hell do you want?" she demanded.

Neither of the two hooded men spoke. One moved forward and stood before Margaret. She was five feet nine but this man was a giant of over six and a half feet. He looked down at her and putting his hands on her white blouse he began to squeeze her breasts. Margaret raised her hand to strike at her assailant but he saw it coming. He grabbed her hand and twisted it around her back. He suddenly produced a knife and waved it menacingly in front of her face. "Now, you listen to me, sweet cheeks and listen well. You better behave and do what you're told. If you don't your wimp of a husband will be minus his balls, among other things. I don't make idle threats. Tell her, Ronnie," ordered the man.

"You'd better believe him, sweetheart. He's cut up more men than anyone I know and he takes great pleasure in it, believe me," laughed Ronnie. 

"Yes I do," agreed the hooded man as he released his tight grip on Margaret. He grabbed her white blouse and with both hands viciously ripped it open, scattering buttons everywhere. "Now Strip!" demanded the man.

Stunned and shocked, Margaret was about to mount one more desperate attempt of defiance when she heard the scream from next door. "Mum?" she called.

"It sounds like Mrs Villiers is learning that no is not an option," said the hooded man.

Ronnie just laughed.

Seeing no other alternative, Margaret began to undress in front of her unwanted audience as the two masked men looked on. When she got to her plain white underwear she paused.

"Everything!" ordered the hooded man.

Margaret wanted to cry but was too afraid. She was terrified about the possible reaction of this hooded man. He was definitely psychotic. As she stood naked before these strangers, Margaret tried to cover her medium firm breasts and her lower body with her hands.

"Put them down by your side!" barked her hooded tormentor.

Knowing her situation was hopeless, the beautiful blonde meekly obeyed.

The hooded man perused Margaret's naked body and then turned to his companion. "Not bad, eh, Ronnie?" he asked with a grin.

"Fucking beautiful," responded Ronnie lustfully as his cock hardened at the sight.

"Please..." Margaret was interrupted.

"Too late, doll," said the hooded man as he pushed Margaret onto the bed. Her long smooth legs were prised apart and Ronnie, who had removed his mask moved forward and began to probe Margaret's trimmed pussy with his tongue.

Margaret only got a sight glance of Ronnie. As soon as his tongue began its invasion the pleasure was so instant that she closed her eyes. Nonetheless, Margaret remembered he was a youth of perhaps nineteen or twenty with very short brown hair.

Ronnie's tongue drilled through Margaret's pussy lips and proceeded to lash her clit.

"Oh, oh my God," sighed Margaret as the young man's tongue continued to pleasure her. She could feel her medium breasts being rubbed and her nipples being pinched. It doubled Margaret's pleasure and she sighed deeply as a result.




Family Secrets Ch. 01



"Alright, Ronnie, I'll take over now," said his companion.

Ronnie withdrew his tongue and Margaret couldn't hide her disappointment as this withdrawal coincided with her love juices gathering.

"Sure thing," said Ronnie.

Margaret opened her eyes and saw that Ronnie's companion was naked. Despite herself she couldn't help but admire his physique. The six feet tall man clearly trained regularly and looked after himself well. He gently mounted Margaret and began to kiss her passionately before making his was down her body. Eventually he eased his hard cock inside her and began to pump. His movement, slow at first, picked up speed with each stroke. Margaret's own body reacted and began to match his movements. Gradually they settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. As they gathered speed their breathing became deeper. At last, as his cum and Margaret's juices collided they each gave deep sighs of sexually satisfaction as their orgasms erupted.

For a moment, almost as if they were both stunned, there was silence but for deep breathing. The tall man rolled Margaret onto her side and hugged her tightly.

"Get some sleep, sweet cheeks. You're going to need it," said the tall man as he settled beside her with his arm around Margaret and soon fell asleep.

Despite the fact her companion was asleep Margret couldn't free herself from his iron grip. Although she resolved not to sleep she was too exhausted and eventually closed her eyes and resigned to the inevitable.

Like her Mother and sister, twenty-three year old Catherine Reeves was pushed at gunpoint into the bedroom designated for herself and Alex. 

"What the hell do you want?" yelled Catherine as she stood in her short white dress, trying to sound defiant. 

Catherine's assailants gave no answer. They simply moved forward and literally began to rip the clothes from Catherine's body.

"Get off me!" yelled Catherine as she tried to fight off her attackers. This show of resistance with met with a punch into Catherine's abdomen that made her keel over in pain and at the same time, expelling all the air in her body.

Barely getting a chance to breathe, Catherine yelled in pain when her long brown hair was yanked and she was forced to stand upright. Finally, after been stripped naked, she was hurled onto the bed. To Catherine, it was obvious what was about to happen. Experience had taught her to play along even if she didn't want to but nothing would prepare Catherine for what was to happen next as her assailants began to strip rapidly and gradually reveal the fact that they were women. One was a brunette and her companion was a blonde.

"No, please," begged Catherine. Lesbian sex was nothing new to Catherine but the thought of being raped by women was.

The blonde woman sat on Catherine and muffled her cries with her shaved pussy. "No is not an option, missy. So you better start eating and it better be good, otherwise, you and your family will suffer. Now, get a fucking move on!" demanded the blonde.

Catherine was too terrified to do anything but obey and began to lick the Blonde's pussy. At the same time her legs were prised apart and felt something hard probing her own pussy. The buzzing told Catherine it was a dildo.

Gradually Catherine's tongue movement developed a rhythm that clearly satisfied her captor as the young woman groaned with obvious pleasure. In the meantime Catherine could feel her own pleasure build as her other captor probed her pussy with the dildo.

As soon as the young woman orgasmed, Catherine was ordered to get between her captors and commence pleasuring their bodies, Licking and sucking one body while fondling the other with her hands. Eventually sheer exhaustion overtook her and she fell asleep nestled between both young women.

As with Frances Villiers and her daughters, Anne and Debbie, theirs were not spared either, despite their protests. They were forcibly stripped naked and forced to service at least half a dozen men, sucking cock and being forced to the indignity of anal sex before an all male audience. Finally they were forced to sleep between two other men and endure a night of forced sex with them both.



Family Secrets Ch. 02



Family Secrets 02: Bog Mistresses

 "Oh, what's this? Oooh, crap! I just bought these shoes!" The black pumps slurped in the gooey muck. "Where's that damn kegger at, anyway? These are ruined, now if I can... ungh... oh my! I'm, I'm sinking. Ohhh, no!" The throaty female voice gasped as the mossy green trail cracked open. The jiggling, black sandy mud, greedily, devoured the woman's pair of milky white calves. Mini-skirted thighs pumped up and down futiley against the advancing, slurpping horror.

"Stones crushed for millions of years inevitably wind up minute particles. Forming one of Earth's most deadly traps: Quicksand."

"I love that anouncer guy voice." Melanie shoved her kid brother's shoulder. "The poorly rendered title faded on to the screen. It was titled "The Kegger."

"Me too. But, it's, so, cheesy." Toby sheepishly grinned. "And look, I told you I woudn't show your face and I didn't. I still don't see why..."

"Shit, I was just relieved to hit bottom where I did." Melanie interrupted.

"And it was perfect." Toby whispered. "Just above the knees." He stared as they watched Melanie's mini-skirt dangling precariously over the muck. Her delicious 27 year old hips swayed back and forth trying, helplessly, to get free. The quaking bog rippled. Sinking her shapely, twentyseven year old thighs in the black sandy goo.

"Oh gosh, what? Ungh... what am I stuck in? Oh my... jeeze, I... I hope it's not quicksand, oh no!" The video captured Melanie lifting her skirt out of the way of the advancing ooze. "Oh my gosh, help! Help me! It's quicksand!" Melanie's, dusky, distressed voice poured out of the tv.

"You know your girlfriend, Patty, Is pretty damn hot." Toby paused. I mean, I wonder if she'd be interested? Hmmmm?" Toby threw caution to the wind only to rethink what he'd just said. "God, what if his sister had told her best friend already. Crap, that's something that could get real embarrassing." Toby thought to himself as his fantasy now turned to suspicion. "You haven't said anything to her, have you?" Toby asked his older sister.

"Nope, not me." Melanie lied. In fact, the other night she told her brother she was going to see a band at the Bijou, but spent an evening of having her slutty pussy eaten by her best friend, Patty. Where Melanie proceeded to confess her brother's highly unusual fetish. She even told her friend she'd posed for him, but secretly left out the part about the incest. She trusted Patty, but felt for some reason her friend might think her incestuous liasons with Toby might be weirder. "I don't know. You should ask her yourself."

"I get the feeling she doesn't like me to much, though." 

"I think, if you offer her some cash, she might come around." Melanie hit speed dial on her cell. "Hey. What's up? Doin' great. Hey, my little bro. has something to ask you."

"Melanie!" Toby fumbled with the phone.

"Before you say anything I just want to say wow, you're a strange fuck, Tobster." Patty's conceited voice cut through his embarrassed head.

"She told you, that fucking bitch. She promised she wouldn't, damn."

"Take it easy, Tob-a-lus, can I come over and check some of that shit out?"

"Are you sure?" Toby voice cracked as he tried to sound in control.

"Listen pervert. Melanie may have told me about your quicksand thing, but I know that you're fucking her, too." Patty whispered quickly and quietly. "That's right hotshot and she didn't tell me, either. The other night I walked the half block that separates our houses. I knocked and no one answered so, I looked around and peeked into your bed room window. Like I said, You're a strange fuck, but I must say a lucky, lucky, strange fuck."

"So, you resorted to a little voyeurism to satisfy you're curiosity, eh? God, who's the pervert?" Toby didn't know what to think now.

" What ever, I'm coming over." Click.

"Oh boy, she's coming over."

"See, that was easy."

"Yeah, but you had to open your big fat mouth, jeeze. I guess the cat's out of the bag, now."

"She's just fucking with your head. I can fuck with your head." Melanie's cool fingers slid under the waist band of Toby's pants touching the tip of his cock.

"Man, I don't really feel like talking about it with her right now, later." Toby shook off his sister as he abruptly rose. Grabbed his car keys then stormed out the door.

"What a fucking baby." Melanie muttered under the roar of Toby's El Camino firing up and then taking off.

"Boy, he took off in a huff?" Patty observed disinterested as she stumbled through the door.

"What did you say to him?" Melanie could tell her friend was a little tipsy.

"That he's a strange fuck. Wait, a lucky, strange fuck. Jesus, Mel, is that you?" Patty rubbed her hands together in front of her happy, drunken lips. Melanie grabbed the hem of Patty's short, plaid skirt, sitting her inebriated friend on the couch. Melanie picked up the remote rewinding the tape. 

"Hey, I was watching that." 

"Settle down." The tape rewound and Melanie hit play. Patty stared at the amateur video of Melanie strolling down the mossy path. "Now, I've got to jump in the shower, just watch this 'til I get back, okay?" Patty's nipples tingled as Melanie's hand softly stroked the front of the tight, "school girlish" blouse. "I won't be long. You can finish my rum and pop, there."

"Alright. " Patty cheerfully tipped the drink glass as Melanie ambled to the bathroom.

Toby watched and listened through the half open window. He had a high hedge behind him making himself, virtually invisible to anyone who might see him in his current peeping-tom mode of. When the bathroom door shut Toby knew she'd be in their twenty minutes or maybe longer. With video camera in hand and a case of beer at his side.Toby walked in filming.

"Look who we have here, gang.' Toby announced. "The very talented, sexy, misfit of Hazy Meadows subdivision. Patty Jorgensen." Toby sat across the coffee table from his sister's sexy friend. Toby loved the way her dirty blonde hair hung straight, long, surrounding her tanned face.

"Hey, Muck boy. How's it feel to be the king of pervert land?"

"Aren't you a little old to be wearing an outfit like that?"

"Right. So, what are you trying to pull now, you perv."

"What the world needs now is muff sweet muff." Toby, poorly crooned. Patty about spewed her drink laughing. "All the kids want to know: shaved or unshaved? How about uncrossing your legs?" Toby reached in his pocket then slipped a fifty under Patty's sandal. 

"Let's see." Patty leaned forward uncrossing her legs, but keeping them tightly together, nonetheless. Her dirty blonde hair hanging over her knees as she peered down at the proposition under her foot. Toby focused in on Patty's, delicious, cleavage peeking through her slightly unbuttoned, tight, white blouse. Just seeing those huge nipples aching for release was giving Toby a woody. Especially, as they mashed up against her knees while she picked up the bill off the floor.

"Alright, but here's the rules. You're keeping my mug off it, got it? No face. Plus the tape is mine afterwards. Deal?"

"Deal." Toby moved in close but panned the shot back, anyway. She was too hot not to film that face in the throws of passion. He'd give her the tape when it was done, but he'd film it his way.

"Close enough, pervert." Patty sipped her drink before placing it back on the coffee table. "What do you want me to do?"

"How about getting on your knees up there on the couch, yeah. Now face me, good. That's it. Wow you are so beautiful and sexy."

"Jeeze, you're actually trying to be charming? How's this for charming?"

Patty rubbed her hands over her school girly blouse. Now and then pinching her amazingly large nipples through the thin, tight, fabric. Her right hand drifted down her flat tummy and across her pleated plaid skirt. Grasping the hem Patty slowly rose the curtain on what was going to be an amazing show. 

Toby's hard cock strained under his tight, faded blue jeans as Patty teasingly pulled her skirt above her womanly hips. Toby panned the camera angle upon her hairy, but neatly trimmed, triangle of tasty blonde pussy fur.

"I bet you'd like to watch me sink, too, wouldn't you, pervert?" Patty slowly rubbed her love patch.

"Oh yeah, that would be incredible. Your long tan legs sinking in the mud, mmmmm... Toby continued filming. "You have a very pretty pussy, you know that? Wow."

"I know." Patty let her skirt tumble down denying the camera anymore shots of her sweet muff. She rose her hand to her face and slowly licked her long, wet fingers." It must have been women's intuition because as soon as Patty sat back down and grabbed the video camera the bathroom door opened emitting a cloud of steam. "Hope you had fun pervert." Patty whispered putting the tape in her purse.

"What about...?" Toby whispered hidding the video camera behind his back as he sat himself in the easy chair. Patty sat cross legged again, straightening out her plaid skirt and smiling devilishly at Toby.

"I see you came back. Hope you picked up some beer or something." Melanie strolled out of the steamy bathroom wrapped in a very short towel. "Are you gonna go with us?" Melanie asked her friend as she leaned over the couch. Her huge tits all but spilling out of her skimpy towel. "Now that you know about dufus' fetish over there." Melanie pointed at her mopey brother. "We were planning to hit the country for a little fun. Wanna go?"

"Well, I don't have anything else better to do and I do need to keep this buzz going."

"Cool, my hitter box is there on the table, sweetie. Go ahead and smoke up. I need to throw on some clothes, okay?" Melanie quickly rose. Toby spied his sister's sweet nipples peeking out from underneath her falling towel. He then stared at her sassy ass bouce down the hall and into her room.

"God, why don't you stare a little longer, sicko." Patty took a big drag off the one hitter. "So, let me get this straight." Patty choked trying to hold in her hit. Coughing in tiny spurts while she climbed over the couch blowing a huge cloud of smoke into the room. Stumbling as she landed on the other side Patty righted herself. "Let's see. Is this how you do it?" Patty put her hands behind her head thrusting her awesome chest forward. Toby couldn't take his eyes off those silver dollar nipples pushing against her slutty, white blouse. Patty swayed her hips back and forth pushing her crotch into the sofa. "Oh no. I'm trapped in quicksand, help me." 

Toby noticed that the back of the couch gave the illusion she was up to her waist in mud. He rubbed his hard member under his jeans and watched in delight as she slowly fell behind then disappeared behind the couch.

"How was that, you fucking freak?" Patty bounced up noticing that Toby was rubbing himself. 

"Shut up, bitch." Toby grabbed his beer and his camera then headed towards the kitchen.

"Oooooh, is that all you got for a comeback? Shut up, bitch?" Patty's stoner laugh poured out after poorly imitating Toby's "shut up, bitch."

"It figures, I didn't notice it earlier, but even a hot chick like you gets hard up sometimes." Toby turned his back on her and walked into the kitchen.

"I do not?" Patty all but chased Toby into the kitchen running into him as he set the beer in the cooler. Toby spun his sister's stoned friend around pinning her to the counter top. Her firm breasts mashed up against his barrel chest.

"Sometimes, a hot chick like yourself needs an old fashion dirty fucking just like everybody else. Something, so, sinfully wrong, that you can't help yourself from doing it.' Toby whispered in her ear while rubbing her plaid skirted hips with his stong hands. But as quick as he pinned her he coyly stepped back picking up his beer off the kitchen table. His sixth sense must have been kicking in. Not soon after, and before Patty could say something witty, Melanie came into the kitchen and popped her own can of brew.

"So, are coming with us or not? You don't have to anything you don't want too, ok?" Melanie asked her friend.

"Sounds cool. Tell me all about it in the car." Patty wrapped her arm around Melanie's shoulder ushering them both out through the door to the garage. "Grab that beer, dufus. Us damsels need servicing and respect, chop, chop." Both women giggled into Toby's sheepish face. 

"Keep laughing, girls". He began thinking of taking the girls to a slightly more treacherous spot he'd stumbled on the same day he'd found his current haunt. A deeper, blacker pit of ooze secretly hidden under a dead leaf and moss covered inlet of the creek. Instead of quicksand it was more like a quickclay. Thicker and deadlier. 

Toby went back to the living room punching numbers on his cell phone. "I've got Melanie's friend Patty involved." Toby whispered. "Can you believe it?"

"Are you going to be a naughty boy and take them to that other place? You know, where you can sink those dirty, little sluts real good? Sink them good and deep for Mommy. Can you do that, son, sink them real gooood?" Tabitha's sultry voice softy cooed over the phone.

"Yes, Mommy. I'll drive by your house in ten minutes. I think you should follow us out there. Secretly though. See you then, bye." 

What a good boy for asking his mother to come. Tabitha smiled picking up her keys and purse.

"Are you coming? Or are you cumming?" The women's laugh reverberated in the garage.

"I was just getting some film, Jeeze." Toby said with some tedium pushing past the two harpies fucking with him. One of them even pinched his ass but he never found out who did it. He kept his mind on the patch of deadly muck he'd try to lure these, lucious, happless, ladies into. "A boy can dream." He mused to himself as he squealed the tires of the El Camino on the hot pavement. "A boy has dreamed." They left the neighborhood, city and county far behind. Tabitha even had time to rub her wet pussy while tailing her decadent children in the warm country air. At least one farmer, passed slowly on the left, got a delicious peek, anyway.

"Ok, action." Toby yelled from his position on the edge of the sinking hole. Toby laid on a piece of cardboard filming through the grass. Melanie had her head turned looking at something behind her. She emerged from the reeds stopping for a second to look around. She stepped into the mud at the border of the pit. Struggling in the shallow silt Melanie tried to free her, heavy, quag caked, feet. Patty emerged behind Melanie through the tall grass.

"Well, well." Patty stiffly acted sinister.

"Well what?" Melanie answered pumping her feet in the shallow mud.

"You'll have to give me the map now."

"Why's that?"

"Silly girl. That's quicksand your playing in." Patty sent Melanie stumbling forward with a firm push of her hand. Poor Melanie quickly sank half way up her helpless thighs splashing the silty particles right at the camera. Toby excitedly filmed the muck hungrily gobble up his struggling sister's hips.

"Quicksand? Oh no!"

"Now give me the map and I'll pull you out."

"Here take your stupid map." melanie threw the map over her head landing it a couple feet short of Patty and the shore. Patty absentmindedly went to retrieve her ill gotten booty inadvertantly stepping into the sandy ooze. No words could describe Toby's joy watching Patty's plaid skirt slip under the bog her huge nippled breasts precariously hanging over the mud. Well worth the hazing he'd endured all afternoon. 

"Oh that's, ooooh, chilly." Patty laughed as cool mud surrounded her skin. 

"Cut! Thank you so much that was terrific. Just great. The light's leaving us any way. Let's get you gals washed off and I'll get a toasty fire started. 

"And I'll just get plain ol' toasty." Patty shimmied her muddy wet hips forward as she arose out of the muck in front of Toby. Her skirt plastered to her model's waist bits of sandy chunks dripping off. God, he hoped he'd be fucking her real soon. 

"Hey, watch it." Patty's ass was wetly slapped with Melanie's muddy palm. "All right shower boy what are you waiting for, you pervert. You got water to pour over us?" Patty planted a muddy palm print on Toby's crotch, then ran squealing towards camp. 


"Let's go fuck her." Melanie yelled slapping a plam print on Toby's ass.

"I like your thinking, Sis."

"Let me warm her up first. Would that make your cock hard?"

"It already is." Toby ran his hand over the buldge running down his thigh. "It already is."

"Good. Let's go. Besides, if I don't get a beer I'm gonna die." Melanie, also, quickly ran up the embankment towards camp.

"Those girls just tease and tease don't they, boy?" Tabitha snuck up on Toby as he put his camera away.

"Jeeze, Mom. don't go sneaking up on me like that." Tabitha got to her knees unzipping her son's jeans.

"Tease, tease, tease. Not giving you any relief. It's a shame, no relief at all. Well, you know you can always rely on your Mother, don't you?" Tabitha swallowed Toby's entire shaft. Slowly pulling her wet lips back off his shaft. "Not letting my poor boy cum, shame on them." Tabitha inhaled him again this time swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock when she pulled back. "You think one of those no good girls could suck my baby off. All that work you did getting them into that ooey, gooey mud." 


"Oh, momma." Toby moaned.

"Now, if I were you I'd get those dirty girls back." Tabitha masturbated her captivated son's raging hard on. "You know, you could take them to that other place, don't you?" His mother whispered through devious, smiling lips. "That naughty, deep, and dirty place." Tabitha slurped up her boy's cock down the shaft allowing Toby a chance to fuck his mother's wet mouth for a few seconds. "That place even mama's afraid to go." Tabitha teased stroking Toby faster. "It's, so deep, there, those dirty girls will sink real good in that quicksand, won't they?" Tabitha stopped her tease by fully giving her son the blowjob of a life time. Toby pumped his mother's mouth faster and faster.

"Ohhhhhh, God!" Toby grabbed his mother's head unleashing his hot cum into her seductive, cunning, wet mouth. The guilty pleasure that he knew in his heart he shouldn't do, but was unable to stop. Toby slowed his spasming as Tabitha gently sucked his fading pecker. And in that mild mannered control every hot looking mom has over her son she discreetly swallowed every drob, put his pecker back in his pants, stood up, and turned to head up the path as if nothing happened. Toby, weak kneed, picked up his gear and followed his mom back to camp. 

Upon arriving at camp Tabitha and Toby noticed the girls dirty clothes piled behind the El Camino and a couple of empty water jugs on the ground where they had washed off. They could hear the muffled women's voices coming from inside the tent.

"What do you suppose they're doing in there, boy." Tabitha whispered quietly in her son's ear.

"I don't know, mom, but I've got to get a fire started before it gets too dark."

"You're such a good boy. Just for that I'm gonna do another nice thing for you."

"Yeah?" Toby went to the fire pit on the other side of the El Camino.

"Uh huh. I know what you boys like." Tabitha reached in the cooler grabbing a beer as Toby heaped logs into the fire pit.

"And what's that, Mom?" Toby thought he knew the answer but before Tabitha could reply Melanie and Patty arrived on the scene. The women were dressed in skimpy towels that barely contained their hot, hussie bodies.

"Oh, hi Mom. When did you get here?" Melanie hugged her mom.

"Hi dear. I just got here a bit ago. How are you Patty dear?"

"I'm fine Mrs. Jenkins. What brings you to the great out doors?"

"I could ask you the same thing, dear." Tabitha eyed every inch of the blonde beauty up and down.

"I'm not that naive to think you don't know what we've been up to, right?" Patty's towel fell open, spilling out her porn star like breasts, as she rummaged in the cooler for a cold beer. "Ooops. You think your boy here could have brought bigger towels, jeeze." Everyone laughed.




Family Secrets Ch. 02



"Wake up, Mrs Villiers!" Frances heard the man's voice echoing in her mind as she was roughly roused. She looked up to see her tormentor fully dressed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the bed. Frances was dragged to the shower, where her daughter, Anne, Matthew's wife who was also naked, having been forced to have sex with a number of the invaders. 

Both women were hurled into the shower and they screamed as the jets of water sprayed about them. The initial shock of the cold water gave way to a comforting feeling as the warmer water struck their naked flesh.

"Get cleaned up, ladies. You've got a long day ahead of you." barked one of the men. The others laughed.

Frances and Anne were not only humiliated as the men looked on but they were also embarrassed as they observed each other's nakedness. Despite her situation, Frances couldn't help but notice her daughter's beauty. 

"I suggest you wash each other. It will speed things up," shouted one if the men. The rest of their unwanted audience just laughed.

Reluctantly, and despite the fact that they were obviously turning some of their tormentors on, Frances and Anne proceeded to do as they were instructed and soaped and washed each other as the hot jets of steamy water continued to spray about them.

"Alright, that's enough!" ordered one of the men after several more minutes and Frances and Anne were pulled from the shower.

"Put these on," ordered the man as he threw robes at each of them and led them downstairs.

As they were being led downstairs Frances saw her daughters, Catherine and Margaret, and Debbie, Daniel's wife also dressed in robes behind them. It didn't take a genius to work out that they had suffered a similar fate as she and Anne.

When they reached the living room the women could see that their respective husbands were still tied to chairs. The leader of the gang addressed David and the others, as they looked up with tape covering their mouths.

"Well gentlemen, you all chose your women well. My colleagues report that they are all very good in bed," he declared.

There was a chorus of laughter from the gang. In contrast, David and the others tried to scream through their gags and at the same time make a futile attempt to escape their bonds. They were restrained by other members of the gang who stunned them with electric shocks.

"David!" screamed Frances, as she tried to move forward but was prevented by the leader, who put his hand on her jaw. "Now you listen to me for the last time, Mrs Villiers. Anything like that again and you all will suffer. Is that clear?" he yelled.

Frances conceded defeat and nodded. The other women were too terrified to say anything.

The leader turned to the women. "Your husbands have already been fed, ladies. However my colleagues haven't breakfasted yet. Now, into the kitchen and feed them," he ordered.

Frances and the others meekly obeyed as they made their way into the kitchen, followed by several members of the gang. 

The men sat around the rectangle table and ate away while others kept guard over Frances and, her daughters ands.

When they had consumed their breakfast, one of the men suddenly pulled Frances down on his knee and began to kiss her. His companions laughed and then followed his example as each of the women were pulled toward a member of the gang.

"Noo!" cried Frances as she tried to break free.

The man grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "Now you listen to me, you stupid bitch. Refusal is not an option. If you value your family at all you'll do exactly as you're told."

Once again Frances was forced to submit and the man began to kiss her roughly and at the same time holding her hair in a tight grip. His free hand pulled at Frances' robe and it fell open, exposing her wonderful bare breasts which he began to squeeze and fondle much to Frances' discomfort as she jumped slightly.

Meantime Catherine suffered a similar fate. When she saw what had happened with her mother she didn't speak a word nor offered any form of resistance. In her case she too was on one of the gang member's knees and he simply forced her robe open and began lick and suck her breasts alternatively. All Catherine could do was close her eyes in disgust. It was an ironic feeling for the young newly wed considering her previous sexual promiscuity and she wondered just how low she and her family would be dragged.

The Colonel looked on and smiled as his men enjoyed themselves. Another one of his gang came into the kitchen. "The room is ready, sir," he announced.

"Excellent," declared the Colonel and he turned to his men. "Alright gentlemen, follow trooper Ross to the other room and take all the women, except Mrs Villiers with you," he ordered.

The gang obeyed and dragged the unwilling women to a room down the long hall of the mansion.

"What are you going to do with us?" asked Frances in a desperate and frightened tone.

The colonel didn't answer. He simply turned to one of his gang. "Take Mrs Villiers up to her room and prepare her," he ordered.

"Yes sir!" responded the young man in a respectful military response.

"Not again. Please..." cried Frances as the young man grabbed her. The dark look in his eyes told Frances she had just overstepped her protesting.

Too frightened to say anything, Frances simply nodded. She was then led away to her bedroom.

"Get that robe off and lay down on the bed!" ordered the young man.

Frances wanted to strike him with her hand but there was no telling what way he order the gang leader would react. Reluctantly she obeyed and lay down on the bed. Her first instinct was to try and cover up but again she thought better of it. Despite her predicament Frances felt slightly amused to observe the bulge in the young man's pants. She felt flattered. After all, she was old enough to be his mother. 

In the living room Matt and Daniel, David and Frances' Villiers sons as well as William and Alex, their sons, were released from their bonds.

"Get your clothes off!" ordered the colonel.

"Go to hell!" yelled Matt with venom. His show of resistance was met with a rifle butt striking him hard in the waist and he keeled over in pain.

"Strip them!" ordered the colonel. All four were stripped and led naked to the bedroom where Frances was lying on the bed. It was the first time Matt and Daniel had seen their mother naked, let alone lying on the bed as if awaiting a lover. 

Matt was embarrassed when his cock hardened at the sight and tried to hide it. At the same time Frances did her best to cover her breasts and vagina.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? These are my sons and sons." cried Frances.

"Shut up!" ordered the young man.

For a moment Matt forgot himself and lashed out at the young man only to be struck from behind by two others and he fell on the floor in agony.

"Matt!" screamed Frances as she tried to go to her son's aid, only to be pushed back on the bed.

Matt was pulled to his feet and the young man spoke to them. "I suggest you look up at that monitor." he said.

Frances and Matt did so. The gang leader appeared on the monitor and addressed them both. "Just to let you know we mean business I thought a little demonstration would be in order." the leader stepped aside. Frances and Matt were shocked at what they saw next. Catherine, Margaret, his wife Anne and sister Debbie on their knees and naked with men holding guns to the backs of the girls' heads.

"What in the name of God are you going to do?" cried Frances.

"Alright gentlemen, fire!" 

"Nooo," screamed Matt and Frances together.

The men adjusted their guns above the girls' heads and fired. There were multiple popping sounds and a number of precious vases shattered while the stricken girls screamed in panic.

The leader reappeared on the monitor. "That was to show that we're not bluffing so I suggest you carry out private Parsons' orders to the letter." stated the leader in a matter of fact and very cold tone.

"You bastard!" declared Matthew angrily.

The leader laughed with contempt in his voice. "Is it only now you know that, Mr Villiers? My gang have known it for a long time. Now just do as Parsons Orders or else." he finished in a menacing tone.

Parsons pulled Frances from the bed and forced her to kneel in front of Matt. Realising what they were about to be forced to do Frances and Matt tried to protest. The click of rifles silenced every one. Alex and William were forced to flank their mother while Daniel was forced to stand behind Frances.

"Ok lady, start sucking your horny son's cock," ordered Parsons. His companions sniggered.

For a moment Frances hesitated and the young man put a large knife close to Matt's cock.

"Of course if you want him to lose his manhood..." he said. Once again his companions laughed.

Reluctantly Frances took her eldest son's cock and after forcing her mouth to receive it she began to suck.

Seeing to forced pleasure on Matt's face Parsons spoke again. 

"Don't forget your sons, lady. They look eager to be hand fucked." The others laughed heartily.

Without stopping Frances took a cock in each of her hands and did as she was ordered.

Parsons walked behind Daniel who was still standing behind Frances, watching helplessly.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Sonny? Fuck her arse." he ordered.

There was a chorus of laughter from the other gang members.

"But..." Daniel stopped when he saw the obvious anger in Parsons' eyes. 

"Sorry, Mum," he said as he knelt behind his mother. Putting his hand on his Frances' bare hips, he gently inserted his cock and began to pound her. As the seconds ticked by Daniel's pace picked up speed and soon all four reached the point of no return.

At the same time David, his daughters as well as his daughters were in the room and forced to watch on the monitor as Frances indulged in apparent sexual pleasure as she satisfied her sons and in laws.

Disgusted, David and the girls looked away but were forced to watch this crazed orgy with guns pointed to the back of their heads. They had to endure the sight of Frances being forced to swallow Matthew's cum while Alex and William were humiliated by being forced to smear cum on their mother's wonderful breasts. Almost at the same time Frances gave a slight jerk. It was obvious to all that this was a result of Daniel's explosion of cum inside her arse. 

David bowed his head in shame.

The monitor was temporarily switched off while the men were ordered out of the room. At the same time Catherine, Margaret and their sisters were ordered upstairs and led to the bedroom where Frances was still resting in the bed with her body covered in cum. Their robes were forcibly removed and they stood naked before Frances. Parsons turned to the women and spoke. 

"As you see, ladies, Mrs Villiers is very dirty and needs to be cleaned up," he said.

His colleagues laughed.

Parsons pointed to Catherine. "You, lick her right tit clean!" he barked. "And you, lick her left," he demanded as he pointed to Margaret. By now both sisters were all too aware that protest or resistance was not only futile but dangerous too. Reluctantly they mounted the bed and obeyed their captor's command and licked their assigned breast.

"You!" shouted Parsons as he pointed to Anne, "Lick her belly clean,"

Anne submitted at once and began to lick the unpleasant fluid from Frances' belly.

"Well, sweet cheeks, it looks like you get the main prize," said Parsons to Debbie.

There was a roar of laughter from the other members of the group.

"Get in there and eat her pussy and don't stop until she has a good orgasm," he barked.

Debbie shocked as she was, feared the worst if she disobeyed so she got onto the bed and after spreading her mother's legs she forced her tongue through Frances' pussy lips and proceeded to lash her clit.

David meanwhile was once again forced to watch on the monitor as his wife, daughters and daughters indulged in a crazed lesbian orgy. He tried to look away but one of his captors held his head and when he closed his eyes he was threatened by one of the gang.

"Why are you doing this?" asked David desperately.

"Because we've been paid to do so," responded the man holding hi head.

"But there must be some other reason? The planning and execution..."

"I just follow orders," replied David's captor.

David knew it was futile to seek answers and remained silent as he continued to watch Frances and the others on the monitor. Despite himself, David could not help but think how erotic the whole seen was. He already knew how beautiful his wife was but he couldn't help comparing the women.

When their captors were satisfied and Frances had had her orgasm all the women were ordered to put on their robes and led into the living room. By now the men were released and forced to wear the robes provided. They were led out to the back of the estate and like an old style chain gang, they were handed various implements to work in the garden why being guarded at gunpoint. At the same time Frances and the girls were ordered to clean and dust the house from top to bottom. Like her husband and the others, Frances and the girls were also guarded by a number of the gang.

The men were forced to load barrels with rubbish and moved them to another part of the estate on foot. Then they were forced to refill the barrels and bring it back to its original area. Humiliating as this was, none of the men protested. It was clear to them all that protest would simply endanger them all. This, however, did not deter David from wondering just what was going on. This was a highly efficient and well planned operation. It was someone with a vendetta, but whom? They were given two breaks and their respective wives were allowed to feed them.

It was only as darkness began to descend the men were finally allowed to rest. They were led back into the living room. They were all exhausted, especially David, whose working life had been behind a comfortable desk. The same was true of his sons ands. 

'At least now we could rest,' thought David. His hopes were dashed when he was ordered by the Colonel to go upstairs, escorted by two of the gang and was led to one of the bedrooms. He was shocked when he entered and saw his youngest daughter, Catherine, naked on the bed. David swung around to the two men. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded.

"It's obvious, Mister. You're going to fuck her," replied one of the men mockingly.

"But she's my daughter," protested David.

"You really are having difficulty following orders, aren't you? Perhaps you should consult your precious offspring here about the consequences of refusal," said the man in a menacing tone.

"Please, Daddy. They've threatened to kill Alex and Mum if we refuse," said Catherine as the tears streamed down her face.

'Daddy?' thought David. His youngest daughter hadn't called her that in a very long time. What David found more disturbing was the fact that the defiant daughter he had known had been replaced by a broken young woman. 'These bastards had really reduced Catherine and broken her spirit,' he thought.

For a moment David hesitated, hoping in some way for a reprieve. He realised there would be none when his black robe was ripped from his body, exposing his nakedness to his daughter, something he had never done before.

Reluctantly, David got onto the bed beside his daughter. He looked behind towards his tormentors and realised there was nothing either he or Catherine to but obey them. David turned back to Catherine. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said.

"Me too, Daddy," responded his daughter with the tears streaming down her eyes.

David moved forward and kissed his daughter before easing onto her back. As he made his way down Catherine's bare shoulder his daughter began to moan softly. With his eyes closed David was reminded of Catherine's mother. Catherine's raven hair was wavy, just like Frances, at a similar age. 

"Oooh," sighed Catherine as her father's lips reached her breasts, which were smaller than her mother's but were round and firm not to mention desirable.

Catherine's body began to get excited as David made his way down. All attempts by Catherine to control her emotions failed as she continued to moan louder and louder as her father's touch continued to arouse her.

David gently eased Catherine's long smooth legs apart and swiftly drilled through her bare pussy lips and lashed her clit with his tongue.

"Uuugh," groaned Catherine as David's tongue work slowly began to make her love juices gather. 

For a moment there was a halt as David's tongue was suddenly withdrawn and his cock was inserted. As the moments ticked by David's movements accelerated with each stroke.

As for Catherine, her body began to react positively and she gripped her father's bare hips as if steering him. Her body began to move and soon both father and daughter settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. Their breathing became deeper as they reached the point of no return. All they wanted to do now was to prolong this wonderful and pleasurable experience. Eventually however, nature overruled them as Catherine's love juices and David's cum collided and they both sighed deeply as their orgasms exploded. 

David was so exhausted that he fell asleep almost immediately, wrapping his arms around his daughter. Catherine rested and collected her thoughts. She couldn't believe that she had been forced to have sex with her own father. She was in no way moralistic but what Catherine couldn't get out of her mind was that she had had many lovers, some as old as her father. Yet she had never quite been so fulfilled.

Suddenly Catherine felt a hand shake her shoulder and the hooded man signalled her to get up and follow him out of the room, leaving her father to sleep on.

***

At the same moment Catherine and David were in the throes of their forced incestuous encounter Frances Villiers and her elder daughter Margaret were ordered at gunpoint to entertain their captors by indulging in incestuous lesbian sex.

For Frances Villiers, lesbian sex was both vile and repugnant. It was bad enough that she had been forced please her tormentors in the shower with her daughter but now being forced to have sex with her own daughter in front of an audience made her feel sick, disgusted and humiliated. By now she realised what refusal would mean and so did Margaret as she lay down on the bed beside her mother and kissed her.

"Just copy what I do, mum," she instructed her mother.

As her daughter pushed her gently onto her back, Frances was amazed at the wonderful feel of her daughter's body touching hers as Margaret once again kissed her moist lips passionately. It wasn't just the warmth of Margaret's body but the smooth silky feeling excited Frances. It seemed to melt away her sense of repugnance and replace it with a sense of pleasure.

Like her mother, Margaret's hair was black but slightly shorter. They did share one thing in common though; her breasts were both huge and firm.

'Oh," moaned Frances as Margaret kissed her mother's neck. What really made Frances moan was Margaret's nipples rubbing against her own. She found the tingling sensation quite arousing. As her daughter slowly made her way down Frances' body her breathing deepened as her excitement built. 

It was a new experience for Frances when Margaret drilled past her mother's pussy lips and began to stimulate her clit using her tongue. She could not help moaning at her daughter's wonderful touch. She was no so engrossed that she forgot she and Margaret had an unwanted audience. As her love juices began to flow she no longer cared. "Oh yes, oh yes. Come on Margaret. Don't stop now!" cried Frances as her pleasure reached its zenith.




Family Secrets Ch. 02



Frances gave a huge sigh of both pleasure and relief as her orgasm erupted and after a moment of gasping for air she turned her daughter over and following Margaret's instructions, she imitated her daughter it resulted in a another huge orgasm for Margaret.

"Well done, ladies," came a voice and both mother and daughter looked towards the voice to see their hooded tormenters gazing at their nakedness which they scrambled to hastily cover up.

The group of hooded men laughed and then one of them spoke. "I suggest you get some sleep, ladies. You've got another long day tomorrow," he said.

Once again the group laughed.

"Oh, and by the way, we'll have a man posted outside the door so don't do anything foolish," finished the young man who signalled to his colleagues to leave. He was the last the go. He turned back and looked at Frances and Margaret one more time. "Sleep tight and pleasant dreams," he said with a hearty laugh as he closed the bedroom door.

Margaret turned to her mother. "Who the hell are these guys, Mum?" she asked.

"I just don't know, Margaret. I can only guess one of your father's rivals is behind it," responded the puzzled woman.

Margaret jumped out of the bed and went towards the window.

"What are you doing?" asked Frances.

"We've got to get out of here and raise the alarm," she replied as she opened the window.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and the hooded men entered.

"I told you ladies not do anything foolish, ladies. It seems to me you don't love your husbands much," said one of them.

"What do you mean?" asked Frances anxiously.

"When the Colonel hears what you tried to do you'll be lucky to see either of your husbands alive," declared the young man.

"No please. We won't do anything. We swear!" replied Frances with alarm.

"Please, don't hurt my husband. We will behave," begged Margaret.

For a moment the hooded man thought. "You're very lucky. The Colonel is not as forgiving as I am. Now get into bed. Make love if you want but get some sleep. You really are going to need it," stated the man firmly.

Having no alternative, mother and daughter climbed back into the bed. For a long time the hugged together, ironically enjoying the bodily heat they generated before they finally fell asleep.

While Frances and her daughter endured their humiliation, Matthew and Daniel were forced to suffer the humiliation swapping their wives and having sex and sleeping with them.



Family Secrets Ch. 02



"You shouldn't hide such beautiful breasts dear." Tabitha smiled.

"Small towel or not I wouldn't have to wear it at all if your pervert son over there, yeah, you weirdo, didn't have such a messy fantasy, you know? Or do you know what he's up to? I just figured that since you're here that you did." The kindling in the fire slowly sizzled and snapped.

"Didn't it feel good? I mean the cool mud on you." Tabitha asked as the warm glow of the flames hi-lighted everbody nicely in the early evening darkness.

"Oh no. you do know, don't you?" Patty snickered then chugged her beer empty. "I need a fresh one anybody else need a brewski?"

"I could." Melanie wiggled the empty can in her hand.

"Me too." Toby sheepishly chimed in.

"Cool." Patty clung to her towel as she climbed the small hill.

"Oh, let me help you, dear." Tabitha joined the young hot friend of her slutty daughter.

"Jeeze, did you call Mom you big dope?" Melanie softly chided her younger brother as she walked up to the fire. 

"Yeah, awesome, huh?" Toby's shit eating grin could not be suppressed.

"So, let me get this straight, you've done some sinking for your son, too?" Patty knealt down pulling beers out of the cooler.

"Yeah." Tabitha rocked back and forth over the cool steel of the El Camino.

"And do you dress like that for all family camping excursions?" Patty remarked at Tabitha's short black skirt. Wrapped tightly just above th knee.

"What I want to know..." Tabitha gently lifted her skirt slowly, teasingly. "Is why my daughter hangs out with dirty little girls like you?" Patty popped open a beer and handed it to Tabitha.

"Because I do things." Patty leaned up against the truck next toTabitha kissing the mature hottie on the lips. dancing her wet tongue in Tabitha's eager mouth. Tabitha could feel the younger woman's hands fondling her large breasts under the tight material of her blouse. Patty's long blonde hair hanging over each of their shoulders. "Besides it's your perverted boy who's paying me to be here, you know." Patty whispered as she pinned the shorter, more petite mother of two against the truck. Their boobs mashing deliciously together. "I could help you too, as long the price is right." Patty reached behind Tabitha pulling out a blanket from the bed of the El Camino. "But if you play your cards right..." Patty quickly broke their embrace, placed the beers in the blanket, then headed back to the fire. Swaying her assets along the way.

"Oh, I can play with the best of them." Tabitha followed the hot blonde.

"That fire feels marvelous." Patty unrolled the blanket letting the beers roll around.

"It sure does." Melanie brazenly got down on all fours crawling on the blanket. She didn't care that her short towel bunched up around her womanly hips. Exposing her sexy ass to everyone. She was getting bored with all the teasing going on. Melanie just wanted to cut to the chase and get off with or without anyone. The fire felt warm on her back as she reached in her deep cleavage and peeled the towel off her curvacious frame. Melanie next turned and faced the fire knealing naked in the licking glow. Sitting back on her heels with her lovely thighs spread Melanie, softly, rubbed her furry wet pussy in the enchanting fire light. Everyone stared hypnotized.

Patty was soon surrounded by Toby and his equally deviant mom. They quickly discarded her own small towel and caressed her awesome figure with their curious fingers. Her breasts, ass, and dirty blonde haired pussy, were now fair game to their lecherous advances. The only thing she could do now was moan as Tabitha knealt down and buried her mature face into her unsuspecting muff. Toby held her from behind pinching her silver dollar sized nipples while kissing her tender neck. Melanie reached up and grabbed Patty's wrist pulling her down to the blanket. It was as if she was being sucked down this time into quicksand comprised of horny human flesh.

"That's it you old horny slut lick my wet pussy. Mmmmmm, yeah, uh huh, lick it, ooooooh." Patty tried to sound in control, but her bucking hips belied her true inner feelings as she fucked Tabitha's expert tongue with the abandon of a porn star. Melanie spread her friend's legs futher apart and joined her mom in licking the golden girl's aroused, neatly trimmed, twat. "Oh, oh my. I'm... I'm cumming, Ohhhhhh, yes, yes!" Patty exploded juice into Melanie and Tabitha's hungry mouths. Her body shaking in a dirty and delicious lezzie orgasm. "Ohhhhhhh!"

Toby unleashed his pecker as he kneeled behind his mother's bodacious ass manhandling Tabitha's tight skirt up her thighs. Toby pushed his mother's legs apart roughly pulling her black satin panties to the side of her hairy aroused muff. Planting his member inch by inch into Tabitha's wet pussy. Melanie in the meantime straddled her friend's flushed face grinding her own slutty cunt into Patty's sexy, Hollywood perfect, lips.

Melanie and Toby stared into each others eyes as each of them built towards climax. Toby pumped his mother's wet pussy from behind as Tabitha continued to chow down on Patty's sweet muff. 

"Oh, good boy. Fuck your mama good, yeah, mmmmm." Tabitha moaned lifting her chin out of Patty's soaked cunt. "Oh, and my sweet girl about to cum... Ohhhhhh" Tabitha's orgasming pussy clenched around her son's tool causing his rock hard cock to fire it's load deep in her naughty wet puss. Melanie came seconds later filling her friends mouth with her flowing sex juices. Bothe Melanie and Toby collapsed on the blanket heaving while Patty sat up and soul kissed Tabitha's cum soaked lips.

"I hope it was worth all the money you shelled out." Melanie whispered to Toby.

"It was." Toby whispered back pointing to the hidden camera up in the tree.

"Patty's right you are a pervert."

"What?" Patty broke her kiss with their mom.

"Nothing." Toby and Melanie said at the exact same time causing them both to laugh secretly amongst themselves. 



Family Secrets Ch. 03



The entire Villiers clan and theirs were roused early the following morning. After they were allowed to eat the men were once again led out to work on the estate, guarded by their armed captors.

As we worked David noticed something different about the armed men. They wore battle fatigues as usual but they no longer hid their faces. It was the first time that David realised there were two young women also in the group. The other thing David noticed was the other members of his gang were busy around the outside of the house. 'This isn't good,' thought David but he remained silence, knowing full well he wouldn't get an answer.

In the same way, David's wife, Frances, her daughters and daughters were forced to work on cleaning and sweeping the interior of the house at gunpoint. 

Catherine, David and Frances' daughter was ordered up to a bedroom. She was stripped of her robe and ordered to lie on the bed naked and wait.

"You!" shouted one of the armed men as he turned to Matthew Villiers, the eldest son.

Matthew looked up. 

"Follow me," ordered the man.

Matthew dropped his shovel and followed the man as ordered. He, in turn, was followed by another armed man. He was led to the bedroom were his naked sister was waiting. Matthew's robe was roughly removed.

"Now, get on the bed and fuck your sister," ordered the man.

By now both Matthew and Catherine new better than to refuse. They were only too aware of the family's predicament.

It was the first time Matthew had seen Catherine naked. He had never seen his sister in a sexual way before but as she lay on the bed naked he had to admit he thought she was very beautiful, even desirable. The sight made his cock hard and he tried in vain to hide it. He got on the bed beside his sibling. "I'm sorry, sis," he said.

Catherine remained silent and just nodded.

Matthew mounted his sister and immediately began to ravish her naked body. Her breasts, not as big as their mother's, been round and firm and Matthew felt a certain excitement as he devoured each of them.

Catherine, for her part, struggled to hide her pleasure as her brother continued to caress her body. Inevitably, however, Catherine involuntarily released her first one. After that happened it was impossible for her not to moan as her pleasure continued to grow. Matthew also gave into pleasure, buoyed by his sister's moaning. As he pushed his cock into her vagina he began to pound her mercilessly and Catherine would have to admit that despite the fact that Matthew was her brother, she hadn't felt such sexual pleasure from Alex or any of her past lovers.

Catherine's orgasm was huge and they both gasped heavily for air for several moments before Matthew was ordered out of the bed. His robe was thrown at him.

"Get back to work," ordered the gang member and Matthew was led downstairs and back to the estate to work with his father and the others.

Catherine was about to get out of the bed until she was ordered to lie back down and wait. 'What now?' she thought.

A few moments later Anne Villiers, Matthew's wife was led into the bedroom. The tall leggy blonde was naked and was startled to see her sister on the bed also naked.

She turned to the men. "What is this? What do you want?" she asked angrily.

"I'm afraid your husband just fucked his sister, doll and I suggest you clean his cum out of her sister's pussy," the man said with a grin.

"I'll do no such disgusting thing," declared Anne defiantly.

There was the sound of rifles clicking and Catherine cried out. "For God's sake, Anne, do as they say or we're all for it!" she yelled.

"I'd listen to your sister, doll. If you don't care about the others you surely care about your husband not to mention yourself," interposed the man in a sinister tone.

"But..."

"Anne, I beg you. Just do it," interrupted Catherine.

Sensing there was no alternative, Anne went down on the bed and prising her sister's long smooth legs apart she began to reluctantly lick the cum from Catherine's pussy. Anne found the whole experience disgusting. She refused oral sex to her husband and now she found herself licking his cum from her sister in law.

The whole sensation of her pussy being licked was very arousing for Catherine. Having had several lesbian lovers it wasn't new, of course, but despite her situation she found it kinky. Even when Anne felt she had completed her task Catherine held her head.

"Don't stop, please," she begged.

Unwillingly, Anne did as he sister had bidden and continued to lash her clit. At last Catherine orgasmed once again. 

"Stay where you are," ordered one of the men when Anne was about to get off the bed.

"But I've done what you asked," said Anne.

"Just do as you're told," replied the man firmly. He turned to Catherine.

"Well, sweet cheeks, aren't going to show your sister how much you appreciate the fact she made you cum?" said her captor with a sly grin.

"What does he mean?" asked Anne innocently.

Catherine was all too aware what her tormentor meant. She turned to her sister and held her hand. "Anne, listen to me. He means we must be intimate with each other. If we don't there's no telling what they'll do to us or the rest of the family,"

"But..." 

"I suggest you listen to your sister, sweetie. Refusal will be lethal. I guarantee it," said the man in a menacing tone.

Anne began to cry and Catherine held her in her arms. "It'll be alright, Anne. Just pretend there's no one watching," she said soothingly. She held Anne's chin and kissed her lips. Catherine laid her sister on her back and began to massage her wonderful breasts. 

Despite her predicament Anne couldn't help but moan as she found her sister's gentle touch arousing. Her arousal grew as Catherine went down and kissed her bare shoulder.

"Just copy what I do," instructed Catherine as she whispered in Anne's ear. Her sister gave no acknowledgement, she seemed to be too absorbed in pleasure as Catherine moved down her body, licking, sucking and nibbling as she went.

"Ohh," sighed Anne as she felt Catherine's breasts rub against her own. She had never felt anything like it and only wish it would continue although she would never openly admit it. Equally exciting was Catherine's tongue action as she continued to lick and suck each of her nipples alternatively.

Finally, Catherine made her way down her sister's waist. She gently parted Anne's long smooth legs and began to probe her pussy expertly with her tongue, burrowing through her pussy lips until she reached Anne's clit.

"Oh my God," cried Anne as Catherine's wonderful touch almost drove her wild with excitement. At last her juices gathered and her enormous orgasm erupted, leaving her gasping for air.

Catherine took her sister made her kneel on the bed. She knelt behind her and once again began to massage her breasts. At the same time she nibble Anne's ear and this made her sister in law shudder with pleasure. Even more pleasurable for Anne was the warmth of Catherine's breasts as they were continually rubbed and press against her back.

Both women sighed deeply as they held each other. Their body heat and the softness of their skin were erotic and arousing for both. Anne by now had lost all inhibitions as she swapped places with Catherine and it all began again. Both she and Catherine had several more orgasms.

"Put this on and get down stairs!" barked one of the men as he tossed and oversized dress to Anne.

Anne obeyed without a word and was led downstairs.

As for Catherine she was forced once again to have sex with her brother, Daniel and then her sister Debbie. Finally William, her sister Margaret's husband was forced to have sex with her. Catherine was then ordered to fuck her sister.

The strange then for Catherine was while making love to her sister it was the most intense and fulfilling of or her forced encountered.

Like the others, Margaret was ordered downstairs having been handed and oversized dress. Catherine was also ordered to join them in a one piece dress. 

Frances and the women were gathered into the hall. "What are you going to do with us? Where are our husbands?" she asked in rapid succession.

One of the group stepped forward and smiled menacingly. "You're all going to find out who is behind this and why. Your husbands are safe so long as you behave and do as you're told. We're just waiting for the signal," responded the young man.

"Signal?" asked Frances anxiously.

The young man said no more. He just smiled.

In the meantime David, his sons ands were ordered to stop work. They were each given a pair of pants and a shirt and ordered to wait.

"What's going on?" asked David.

"That's what you are all going to find out," replied the Colonel in a matter of fact tone.

Another uniformed man approached the Colonel and saluted in a very military and the Colonel responded in a similar fashion.

"All set, Sir," was all he said.

"Very good, Sergeant. Get the men ready to move out," ordered the Colonel.

"Yes Sir," replied the Sergeant and saluted before swinging around. He blew whistle and Frances and the other women were led out of the hall to join their husbands. At the same time several military style trucks appeared and drove up the estate. The men were herded into one truck and the women into another along with armed guards. The other trucks were quickly filled with the remaining group. 

The truck with the women took the lead while the truck with David and the others followed. This truck halted briefly at the estate entrance. 

"Take one last look at your fine house, Mr Villiers," sniggered one of the men as he held a device in his hand.

David did so and when the man pressed the red button there was a number loud explosions and almost immediately the once magnificent four storey mansion erupted into a huge fireball.

"Nooo!" cried David. The canvas was pulled down and darkness descended in the truck until some lamps were lit.

"But why?" asked David despairingly as he turned to the man with the detonator.

"Orders, that's all I know. My guess is you won't be coming back here. My advice to you is to keep quite. We've got a long ride ahead," was the young man's response with a sneering smile.

The drive took several hours. It wasn't so bad for the men but because the women had no underwear they felt particularly cold. They each felt naked. 

Because the canvas was down no one knew where they were. There was a slight pause and David surmised from the sound outside they were now on some sort of ferry. About twenty minutes later there was another pause and the trucks began to slowly reverse and then come to a halt. The canvas was raised and the blinding light struck them hard. The tailgate opened and they were all ordered to file out.

"Where the hell are we?" asked Matthew, the Villiers' eldest son. David looked around for clues and saw the sign on the gate. "Loch Coloman Estate".

"My God, we're in Scotland. This is Sir Roger Denning's Estate." said David in shock.

"Roger Denning? What's he got to do with this?" asked Matthew.

David shook his head and raised his hands slightly.

"No talking!" growled one of the armed guards and they were all ushered into the magnificent stately hall of the castle.

"Get you're fucking hands off me," came a familiar voice in the hall.

David looked and recognised the thirty something blonde woman as Lucy Reynolds. She was the barrister who successfully defended Catherine all those years ago and her protests were halted by the pain of a stun gun. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down David's back. 'So that's what this is all about,' thought David. 'What the hell has this to do with Denning?' he thought.

Again the group were led down a long corridor at gunpoint into the halted at a door that presumably led to a study or large room. An elderly well dressed man knocked at the door.

"Yes?"

The man opened the door and entered, leaving it slightly ajar. The man gave a slight cough. "Forgive me, sir, but your err, guests, have arrived."

"Excellent, Hammond. Show them in," David could hear and they were all led into the study along with their guards.

"What is the meaning of this outrage? How dare you kidnap us? Do you realise you are facing serious charges?" Lucy asked Denning in swift succession.

Denning simply laughed with contempt. He surveyed his prisoners from behind his desk seated in a large leather chair.

"You heard what the lady asked, Denning. What's the meaning of this," echoed David Villiers angrily.

"You don't remember me, do you?" was Denning's response.

"You're Sir Roger Denning, one of the most successful entrepreneurs of all time and one of Britain's wealthiest," replied David.

Denning nodded and then spoke. "I was in court the day your precious daughter was acquitted of the reckless driving charge that maimed my brothers and destroyed my entire family," Roger Denning said in a matter of fact tone.

For a moment David and the others were stunned. 

"But your name is Denning..." David was cut shirt by Denning.

"When I was very young I was placed in the foster care of Peter and Alice Talbot. Their two sons, Tom and Andy, were like brothers to me. We all loved each other dearly. Then came that terrible day when Tom and Andy were struck by the car driven by you," said Denning as he pointed to Catherine.

"It was an accident. I swear it," whimpered Catherine.

"I'd believe you except that you callously drove away and showed absolutely no remorse for what you did. Let me show you what you did," said Denning as a joint split screen appeared. One young man in his twenties was in what appeared to be a padded cell and another young man on a life support machine. Tom is in a permanent vegetated state. The latter is down to you Ms Reynolds," said Denning.

"Me? All I did was my Job," the lawyer said defensively.

"Your job was to see that justice was done not get your crony off the hook at all costs just because she was your crony and daughter of a powerful magistrate!" responded Denning angrily.

"Now, look here," David tried to intervene but was restrained by his guards.

Denning turned to Lucy Reynolds. "Your barrage of questions so confused Andy that he thought it was his fault that the lady was acquitted. He had a nervous breakdown and to this day he still utters "It was my fault" over and over. I pay for his treatment and care as well as Andy's. It was all too much for my beloved foster mother. She died of a broken heart and her husband vanished, a hopeless alcoholic. You all deserve life for what you did. Unfortunately, the justice system doesn't see it that way. In a way I have imposed a life sentence on you and you will serve it, believe me," said Denning with Venom.

"Wait just a damn minute. We had nothing do with this..." Alex, Catherine's husband, was cut short.

"Unfortunately, Mr Reeves, you and your fellow spouses married into this family. You all share a certain part of the blame," responded Denning coldly.

"Look, Denning, this is all down to me. Let the others go. I'll do whatever you want," said David.

"That would be all too easy, Mr Villiers. You destroyed my family and I intend to do the same to you," answered Denning in an even colder tone. 

The protests by the other captives were quickly subdued by the armed guards.

"Enough, Hammond!" cried Denning and the elderly Butler entered, bowing respectfully as he did so.

Denning said nothing he simply nodded and a moment later the butler ushered in a tall clean shaven man in Arabic dress along with about two dozen tall muscular Africans, dressed in traditional Middle Eastern dress and an identical red fez covered each head.

"Ah, Mr Denning. A pleasure to meet you again," he said in an educated voice as he extended his hand.

"Your Highness," responded Denning as he took the man's hand and gave a slight bow.

The Prince swung around and gave his band an order in Arabic. All the men were dragged protesting out of the room.

"You have no right to keep us here. Release us at once. You're in big trouble," demanded Lucy Reynolds. Then she was stuck on her back by some sort of whip and she winced in pain as she was forced to her knees.

The prince walked over and put his hand on Lucy's chin, making her look up. "My father's 'Keeper of women' will enjoy her work in training you. You will learn silence and absolute obedience are your sole duty," he said a sinister grin on his face.

"We have rights..."

Lucy screamed in pain as the whip struck her back again.

The prince once again spoke in Arabic to some of his men. They moved forward and pulled Lucy to her feet and began to violently strip her. Her black jacket, short black skirt and her lacy underwear were literally ripped from her body. The humiliated barrister stood naked before the prince. "Please..." she whimpered.

The prince stood before Lucy. "My father will have a special place for you in his harem. Women's liberation. Heaven preserve us!" he said with contempt. He walked over and stood before Frances. 

"But we're all married. You can't..." Frances was, like Lucy, forced to her knees in pain. Her daughters tried to protest but they too shared their mother's fate.

The Prince turned to Denning. "My father is very indebted to you, Mr Denning. Beautiful white women are a particular favourite of my father. Be assured that when you visit our Kingdom you will receive a royal welcome," he said.

"Thank you, your Highness. I look forward to it immensely," responded Denning as he shook the young Prince's hand. With that, the women were herded out and onto the waiting truck that took them to the pier and a waiting motor boat. The boat quickly made its way out to sea to a luxurious yacht and the women were led onboard. They were kept in one side of the hold while the men were in the other side. 

The engine started and the vessel slowly began to move. All Frances, David, their children and their spouses could wonder was what life had in store them all.

The following day the news broke that huge sums of money had vanished from the firm where David Villiers worked. A warrant was arrested for his arrest. Interpol initiated a world wide search. At the same time Lucy Reynolds' firm also discovered accounting discrepancies. When Lucy's flat was found ransacked and abandoned a world wide hunt was begun for her. In both cases it was felt that it would take years to unravel the truth. That same day a video mysteriously appeared on the internet titled "Family Secrets" showing the entire Villiers family indulging in various incestuous sexual adventures. While the authorities pursued their futile search their "fugitives" were already on the high seas to an unknown destination.

***

After several days at sea the luxury yacht finally made port. For the duration of the voyage Frances and her companions were repeatedly raped by members of the crew. She only got a brief glimpse of her husband and sons as they were forced onto a truck that drove off into the desert. She and the girls were put on another truck that sped off in the opposite direction, also into the desert.

After about three or four hours they finally arrived at a heavily fortified building. The tailgate was pulled down and they were all ordered inside the building. 

"Where the hell are we?" asked Lucy Reynolds.

Frances and the others just looked at her blankly.

"Welcome to Boramistan. You have the honour of being the palace of most supreme majesty Ali Bin Yusef, Emir of Boramistan."

Frances and the others looked around and saw a tall woman of brown complexion standing before them with several female companions. All were dressed in pantaloons and ornate headdresses. Jewelled waistcoats covered their breasts but left enough to display cleavage. There was gap between their waistcoats and pantaloons that displayed their waists and the pantaloons themselves were clearly designed display their long smooth lower limbs. With the exception of the woman who spoke, all the women wore veils.




Family Secrets Ch. 03



'Boramistan?' thought Frances. One of the smaller but oil rich Gulf countries.

"My name is Aaliyah. I am the keeper of his magnificence's harem for which you have been chosen to serve. Your sole duty is to give pleasure and absolute obedience. Failure to do so will result in severe punishment," she concluded.

"But our husbands..." Frances was stopped as Aaliyah raised her hand and she realised she had been saved from being struck from behind.

"In future you will not speak unless directed to do so," she said.

Aaliyah gave an order in Arabic and then turned to Frances. "Observe." she ordered as she pointed to a monitor.

Frances was horrified as she witnessed David and the other men with shovels, picks and other tools being led to a gap in a mountain.

"These men will work in the royal mines. They know that disobedience will mean pain not only for themselves but for you also. In the same way if any of you disobey they will also suffer," said Aaliyah firmly.

"Well, I have no connection to any of them. I am a British subject... Aaagh," screamed Lucy Reynolds as the cane from one of Aaliyah, s companions struck her back and she crashed to her knees wincing in pain.

Aaliyah walked over to the stricken lawyer taking her chin in her hand she made Lucy look up. "His Highness said there was one amongst you who was arrogant. That must be you. I look forward to breaking you. And I will, believe me," she said with a sinister grin.

The monitor switched. All Frances and the others could see was desert.

"Take a good look. That is the view from the palace. There is nothing but desert for at least seventy-five miles in all directions. There is no escape," said Aaliya in a firm and matter of fact tone.

Lucy wasn't easily frightened but she knew from her various court cases and the criminals that she had dealt with that Aaliyah's sadistic laugh was not just for show. This woman enjoyed torture and seeing people suffer.

Again Aaliyah clapped her hands and gave orders in Arabic. Frances and her companions were quickly moved to another part of the palace by a group of women. They were quickly undressed of their robes, which by now only rags and ordered into the sunken baths that had been prepared. 

The scented waters were soothing and refreshing. Two young Middle Eastern women meticulously washed Frances. One washed her back and the other her front. Each of her companions was similarly bathed. When she emerged from the bath a large robe was put around Frances and she was led to another room and ordered to lie on a divan. Here all her pubic hair was shaved. When this task was completed she was led to a chair and her eyes and nails were carefully painted. Her hair and eyebrows were also tended to. After a massage her body was covered in the most beautifully scented perfume. She was dressed in red pantaloons and jewelled waistcoat and a red veil covered her mouth and the transformation was completed with an ornate headdress.

Frances looked at her reflection. The transformation was astounding. She was totally unrecognisable. When she was reunited with the other women Frances didn't recognise any of them either. Each were dressed in a similar fashion but with different colours. Her daughter Margaret wore blue and Catherine wore pink. Anne, her daughter wore yellow and Debbie, her other daughter in law wore a light green. The shoes they wore were Persian style slippers. The pantaloons clearly displayed their lower and recently smoothened limbs.

Frances looked around and noticed that Lucy Reynolds was not with them.

Aaliyah appeared with her female slaves. "You look for your friend? She has adjustment issues with her new life here and she has gone to 'obedience school'. You will soon join her," she said.

The chocolate coloured woman gave an order in Arabic to her slaves. Frances and the others were made to form a single line and Aaliyah performed a military style inspection.

"You are most presentable and desirable but you are not yet ready for the privilege of entertaining his Supreme Excellency. That is why you will now go to 'obedience school'," concluded Aaliyah as she clapped her hands and the women were ushered to another part of the palace.

'Obedience school' consisted of learning the various traditional protocols in obedience. Frances and her companions soon learned how to prostrate correctly. They soon learned their's was a life of silence and ready willingness to obey their Master, whoever he may be. As their 'lessons' continued they could hear what seemed to be the lash of a whip or crackling of electricity. This would be followed by screams. The voice was clearly Lucy Reynolds and the haunting screams acted as a deterrent for the others, as it was intended.

Also at 'obedience school' the women learned to respond to their new names. Frances became Hawa, Catherine became Afra, Margaret became Bahija, Anne became Faiza, Debbie became Galila and Lucy became Hadiyya or gift. This was because Lucy was to be the gift of all visiting dignitaries to the Kingdom.

In the 'school of pleasure Hawa and her companions were trained in the art of pleasuring a men and at the same time not receiving pleasure. Also in this school Afra, Bahija, Faiza and Galila were trained in the art of Arabic dance. They would dance as a team to entertain the Emir, his family and Guests. 

Afra, in particular was a favourite of the Emir. Not only would she dance with her fellow captives but she was also trained to perform solo erotic striptease only for the Emir.

The first time Hawa and her companions were presented to the Emir all five prostrated themselves before their master and only rose when ordered. The Emir was a bearded man in his mid seventies. Hawa was shocked when she saw Hadiyya standing at the Emir's right side. Her long blonde hair had been finely combed. Her vagina was discreetly covered by a silver strip in the shape of a fig leaf. Other than that Hadiyya was naked and clearly on display for the Emir's guests.

Judging by the slight droop in her head and frown on her face Hawa could only imagine what the girl was thinking. 'Whose gift was she tonight?'

However, Hawa's own humiliations were only beginning as she was ordered to sit on the floor on the Emir's left and when the music began she was forced to watch her daughters and daughters as the entertained the Emir and his guests. Worst was to follow when the entertainment ended the girls reversed out, remaining bowed as they went. They could never turn their point for fear of punishment. When they had left each girl was expected to share the bed of one of the Emir's guests. That guest's pleasure was their sole duty. They knew all too well that failure to fulfil this duty would result in painful punishment.

Hawa had been appointed the Emir's personal masseuse. While this didn't sound too bad, She soon learned that it also included pleasuring the Emir's sons, thirty in all, as well as their wives and concubines.

Such was the fate of the entire Villiers clan. The men were enslaved in the mines of Boramistan while the women were forced to use their bodies to keep themselves and their men alive. None of them were aware that they were fugitives from their own country. One thing they all knew however was the fact that there was no escape. They were truly forced to serve a life sentence.



Family Secrets Ch. 1



It seems that I have come across a very strange part of my families history while shifting through some old letters that were left by my deceased Mother. While cleaning out the papers in her desk I ran across what looked like old love letters.  As my eyes shifted across the creased paper sickened yet intrigued by the hard to read words on each page, I realized that these were not old love letters to boyfriends past but a crude makeshift diary of my Mother’s life.    I was excited to read them, I had never known who my father was, and maybe these pages would reveal the name of the man that got my Mother pregnant.

It started out as any girl’s diary, with dreams of what kind of life she’d live, how rich she would be, how handsome her husband but towards the middle the years jumped.  It had gone from the innocent dreams of a young girl to the desires of a young woman.  The entries jumped from her 12th birthday to her 18th and there was the secret that she had been hiding from me all those years.  

“Hello it’s me again. My 18th birthday was yesterday and I got a present that I will not soon forget.  He came into my room while I lay there trying to sleep.  He sat on my bed and brushed the hair out of my face, smiling all the while.  Then suddenly he brought his lips to mine and kissed me with such passion that I jumped back.  He hushed me, told me to be calm, as his hands began to explore my breasts over my sheer nightgown.  I was so scared but it felt so good that I couldn’t tell him to stop.  He quickly pushed my gown up, revealing my body to him; again he smiled before bringing his lips to my nipples.  He sucked gently, taking his head back and forth between the both of them as he moved, positioning himself on top of me.  Before I knew it I felt his maleness invading the dark recesses of my womanhood.  I cried out in both pleasure and pain as he entered so deep into me.  I felt a desire, like a ball of fire in my belly begin to rise, sending me over the edge of complete passion before he emptied his seed into me…”

I sat back, taking all of this in, who was the “he” she was referring to?  Could it be my Father?  My mother had never married; I was born out of wedlock, which had brought some type of shame to the family.  I could see it in my Mother’s eyes when she’d look at me though she tried to hide it.  I sat back up and continued reading.

“It has been three weeks and everything is still pretty much the same.  He comes into my room almost every night and takes me.  I’ve tried to tell him to stop but my own lust gets in the way and I cannot control myself.  I now have another problem, on the nights that he doesn’t come in Kevin does.  Kevin has confessed his love for me and seeing him sit there so sincere I couldn’t refuse him either.  Kevin is much gentler with me, taking the time to make sure that I enjoy it just as much as he does.  The other night he went from kissing my neck and breasts all the way down to my pussy and there began to kiss and lick it.  I thought that I was truly going to die of pleasure.  His tongue working slowly on me bringing me to an orgasm that I can’t describe sends chills through my body now thinking about it.  I’m so confused now, I can’t refuse either one of them though I know how wrong it is….”

I lifted my eyes from the pages again.  I only knew of one Kevin and that was my Uncle.  Surely she couldn’t have been making love to her own brother.  I thought back to all the times that I had seen the two of them together and there were never any guilty or loving glances from them so it just had to be someone else.  I sat confused, there were two possible people that could be my father, the “he” that she hadn’t yet named and this Kevin.  I hoped that reading further would give me the truth on which my father was.  

“I am so ashamed!  I’ve been sent to the sick room, locked inside this room with no windows and only a cot for a bed is driving me insane.  The stale smell of this room makes me sick to my stomach but I guess that is what I get, my punishment on earth for getting pregnant.  I sit wondering who’s it is my Father’s or my Brother’s and I also fear this child.  Will it come out looking hideous, or will it be normal, I just don’t know!  I’m surely condemned to hell for this!  I’ve taken to putting my ear to the floor at night and there I can hear my Father and Brother in the library arguing.  Kevin has confessed that he is possibly the father though my Father has not said anything about his part in this too.   They argue about the baby inside of me, Daddy wanting to get rid of it as soon as it’s born and Kevin telling him that I will have the baby no matter what and I will keep it.  He thinks it’s the only way that I will keep my sanity, but I’m not sure of that either.  How I wish Mamma was still a live, then maybe none of this would have happened or if it had then she could tell me what to do.  I have decided that when Kevin brings up my supper tonight that I will tell him that he is not the only possible father.  I hope that he understands….”

 My mouth gaped open as I read this entry.  The baby she was talking about was I; I was the product of incest.  Tears came to my eyes, a mixture of pity, anger, and disgust for my Mother.  My hands shook, my stomach tightened, and I felt as if I was going to be sick from reading all of this.  No wonder why when I’d bring up anything about my Father she would turn pale and wave her hand at me, telling me that it wasn’t important, to just be glad that I had her and that I was safe and healthy.  I had to fight with myself to read on part of me wanted to get up and run from these pages but another part wanted to see what else was on them.  The curious side won.

“It is now December and the baby has been born.  I’ve named her Charlene and after close inspection have found no deformities in her at all.  She is beautiful and already has some intelligence in her eyes.  Daddy died in November from cancer and I was a little relieved from this for surely if he had lived I would not have my child now.  Kevin has been bouncing around, happy to have “his daughter.”  I never had the heart to tell him that the child could have also been Daddy’s.  My Father did make sure that before he died that it was known that I was pregnant.  People had been asking why I had not been to any social events in town and he had told them that I had had an affair with a farm hand and that I was now pregnant with the man’s baby.  This also ensures that I will never be married, I think he wanted it that way.  No respectable man would take
me now.”

I didn’t break this time and kept on reading.  

“Charlene is only two months old and I have once again found myself in trouble.  I couldn’t hold back from Kevin and my lust 
has made me pregnant once again.  We’ve talked about it and decided that it would be no good to keep this child.”


That was it, there were no more entries.  I sat back in my chair lighting a cigarette; I might have a brother or sister somewhere.  I had to find out where my sibling might be and there was only one person that had the answer.  I crushed my cigarette in the ashtray, grabbed the makeshift diary and my coat, and left.  

I made the drive to my Uncle’s house.   I knew he’d probably be asleep but I didn’t care, he was going to provide my with the answers I needed.  

I went to the door and knocked loudly, waited a minute for him to answer, when he didn’t I began to ring the doorbell.  Finally, I heard noise in the house and the foyer light come on.  He opened the door and smiled when he saw me.  He had to have been asleep for a while, his graying hair was disheveled and he squinted in the light.  

“Hey Kid!  What are you doing here so late at night?  Is everything okay?”

“No Uncle Kevin everything isn’t okay.  I need to speak with you.”

He had a confused look on his face, which quickly turned to sadness. I knew he had to be thinking that I was missing my Mother too much to sleep, boy did I have a surprise for him.

“Come on in Honey, I’ll make some coffee.”

I shuddered as I thought about what I was about to do.  How I was going to bring down the world of lies he had made for himself in trying to forget who I might really be.  The thought that I might be his daughter or his sister made me sick.  

I sat at the dining room table as he brought me a cup of coffee.  I didn’t know quite how to put what I was about to say to him and just blurted it out.  “Where’s my brother or sister?”

He choked on his coffee, “what?”

“You heard me Uncle Kevin or should I call you Dad or maybe even brother?  You didn’t know that Mom had been with Grandpa too did you?”

His eyes opened wide and he got a look on his face like someone had punched him in the stomach.  “Yes I did she finally told me years later. How’d you find out?”  Anger now replaced the pained look on his face.  I threw the pages of writing at him, “it’s all in there.”  

I took a sip of my coffee and watched as he pushed the pages that I had thrown at him aside as if he’d catch his death if he touched them.  His face turned a sickly pale as he stared at the papers then turned red with embarrassment as he realized that I had read the description of his and my Mother’s love making.  He glanced up at me a couple of times as he tried to collect his thoughts, a vacant look in his eyes. 

“I can’t deny it now that you’ve read it huh?” A small smile crossing his face.

I didn’t find it funny, this was nothing to make light of, “No Kevin, I think not.”

“Look Charlene, you can be mad at me if you want but we kept this from you for good reason.  You couldn’t have handled it when you were younger; you can’t handle it now.  I’m sorry you even found out about it.”  

“I’m not worried about myself Uncle.  I want to know where my brother or sister is.”

“Your brother, I don’t think would appreciate it if you just barged into his life and told him this secret.  He doesn’t know anything about it.  That’s the way we wanted it.  When he was born we gave him to a couple that worked for us with the understanding that he’d never know.  Then we left the farm, going our separate ways to ensure that this would never happen again.”

“But why?  If you had me then why couldn’t you have kept him also?”

“Honey, your Mother had all ready been shamed from the story that our Father had told right before he died.  If she had had another child so soon after you than she would have definitely lost all respect in the community.  We had to do it.”

Tears came to my eyes; “it just seems so cruel for a child to grow up not knowing who its parents are.”

“It was better that way.  See the pain it’s caused you since you’ve found out.”  

I nodded my head, “so where is he?”

“I’ve no idea Sweetheart.  We never kept track after we left.  We only made sure that he was healthy and that was it.”

“Could the family still be at the farm?”

“I don’t think so.”

I got up grabbing my coat.  

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to the only place that might provide the answers I want. Plus I can’t stand to look at you right now.  You make me sick”

A pained look came across his face, “Charlene I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh don’t try and act like a father figure now.  I think it’s a little too late for that.”

I brought tears to his eyes this time with my hateful words but I couldn’t help the way I felt.  He nodded his head and got up to escort me to the door.  He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight before I left. I tried to move from his embrace but he was too strong.   I knew it was his way of saying he was sorry and for a brief minute I thought I could forgive him.  I could also see why my Mother would have fallen for him.  His strong arms felt good around my shoulders and his lips so soft as he kissed my forehead.  I shook myself, getting these thoughts out of my head as I walked out the door. He raised his hand good-bye and told me to be careful.

As I pulled into the drive that lead up to the house where my Mother grew up in I began to become a little nervous.   Maybe Kevin was right; maybe I shouldn’t go looking for my brother and ruin his life when I told him that all he had ever known were lies.  Though these thoughts crossed my head I had to find out, I had to know the truth and if I happened to find where my brother was I’d go to him and tell him, it just seemed right to me.  

I parked my car and looked up at the house.  I was surprised to see lights on; Kevin had told me that no one lived here.  My heart beat faster as I went up to the door, it was still technically the families house but I knocked anyway, it would be rude to just barge into the house scaring whoever was here.  

The door opened and there stood a man about my age.  My words caught in my throat as I looked at the handsome face of this guy.  His eyes were a brilliant blue, his hair a dirty blonde color, and his skin was dark from working outside.  He was tall and muscular, and as I stood there I thought he looked very familiar.  He smiled at me, showing a row of perfect white teeth.  

“Hello.”

I cleared my throat, “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone lived here.  My name is Charlene Landon.  My family owns the house.”

“Yes, I know who you are.  I’ve been waiting a long time for you. 

My brow came down in anger, “what is that suppose to mean?”

“Please come in and let me explain.”

I entered the house, jumping when he shut the door.  I had a feeling that I was about to hear things that I didn’t want to and really wished now that I hadn’t have made the trip.

“Please make yourself comfortable in the living room.  Would you like something to drink?”

“Coffee.”  I figured that what he was about to tell me was going to be long and I needed something to keep myself alert. He nodded and made his way into the kitchen as I settled in a chair by the fireplace.  I took a couple of deep breaths trying to calm my nerves.

He came in and set the serving tray on the table, “how do you take it?”

“Lots of sugar and cream.”

He fixed me a cup and handed it to me.  

“Let me introduce myself now.  My name is Carl and I’m the brother that you came looking for.”

I about spit the sip of coffee I had just taken out, “what?  But how did you know who I was?  I just spoke with my Uncle who said that you had been given up and there for never found out.”

“Mom never told him that she came back after they left.”

He laughed at the confused look on my face.

“See, though our Mom and Kevin left Mom never really wanted to.  Kevin made her for fear that the townspeople would find out their secret and they’d both be thrown in jail, our Mother could never stay away from me.  She told me all about you and how it was her father who had gotten her pregnant.  When I asked how she knew for sure it was him she told me all she had to do was count back the days and she knew that the night you were conceived it was with her Dad.  Then she told me how she couldn’t keep her desire from her brother in check and from that I was born.  It had been Kevin’s pleading that made her give me up.  She never wanted to.  Kevin had become too ashamed to go on with any of it and that’s why he told you not to come here.  He was afraid that you’d find me and it would start all over again.”

I could feel that all the blood had run from my face.  I was stunned; he waited patiently for me to get my thoughts together.  Finally my head cleared, “so Mom came and visited you often?”

“Pretty often, at least once or twice a week.”

“And your parents were okay with that?”

“My “parents” died a long time ago in a car accident.”

“Oh sorry to hear that.”

“It’s all right.”

“I don’t understand how she could have trusted you with this but she couldn’t trust me with it.”

“She wanted to badly but she didn’t know how you’d react, plus I gave her something she knew you’d never give her.”

“What was that?”

“Sex.”

“What?”

“That’s right Mom did me the same as she was done and on my 18th birthday she gave me my first sexual experience.”

“That’s disgusting. I don’t care to hear anymore.”  I got up to leave but he grabbed my arm.

“But you have to hear it.  It’s part of who you are, it’s your legacy per se.”

I snatched my arm away from him, “What in the hell are you talking about?”

“See, Mom had been ashamed of what she had done, and what she was doing with me but she liked it too much not to say no to it.  She liked the fact that she was fucking her son that her brother had made and it’s in your blood to do the same thing.”

“That’s a bunch of bullshit.”

“Is it Charlene?  I saw the way you looked at me when you first saw me.  Have you had a man yet?  You’re what 28 and never been fucked right?”

“My sex life isn’t your business.”

“Ah but it is.  I’m the man you’ve been looking for.”    

“No you’re not.  You’re my brother or my nephew or however the fuck that works out.”

He brought his hand up to my cheek and wiped away a tear that had escaped, “don’t deny it Charlene. I’ve been waiting on you for a long time.  Mom wanted you so bad but she was always afraid that she’d scare you or make you hate her.  She’d tell me as she rode my cock how she’d love to see you sitting on my face at that very moment, how she’d cum so hard if she could taste your pussy just one time, or how she’d love to sit back and watch as I fucked you.  She’d tell me how badly she wanted you beside her sharing my cock as she was on her knees sucking me off.“

My head was spinning from all he was telling me but I could feel my body responding as I thought about sharing him with my mother.  My clit began to throb as I thought of how her tongue would have felt on me as I watched Carl fuck her from behind.  I felt my juices begin to run down my legs as I thought about how his cock would taste as mine and my mother’s tongues circled around it, or how his cock would feel inside of me.   I shook my head violently trying to get these images out.  I began to sob harder, “No, no, no Carl!  It can’t happen.  I’m not my mother.  I won’t give into any sick desires.”

He brought his lips to my cheeks, moving them down to my neck, “but you have to Charlene.  It is who you are.  It is what this family is; though you’re crying I can see the desire in your eyes.  Succumb to it Charlene, start living your life the way it’s suppose to be with me as your lover.”

I wanted to push him away from me, but I couldn’t.   His lips felt so good on me.  “This family has been like this for decades.  Mom’s mother was her Father’s sister, and so on and so forth.  We are a family built on incest; it is what has kept us going.  It is why after everyone in this town lost their land and their money we still ruled.  We are strong because we’ve never let any strange bloodline enter this family.  We are all made of the same blood.”

He moved his lips from my neck, to my breasts.  I hadn’t realized that as he was talking he had unbuttoned my blouse.  I jumped as I felt his lips wrap around my nipple.  I didn’t know if I was dizzy from the desire building in me or from everything I had just learned in a matter of an hour.  I could feel myself losing the battle; I was going to end up just like my Mother. I couldn’t fight the lust that was rising in me so I gave into it.  

I began to moan as his head went back and forth between my tits, sucking and nibbling on them gently.  When he brought his lips to mine I kissed him with as much passion as he showed me, moving my tongue in and out of his mouth as if I were fucking him.  

I didn’t resist as he stood me up to remove the rest of my clothing and his.  Once we were completely nude I dropped to my knees to taste my brother’s cock for the first time.  Slowly moving my tongue around the head, tasting the sweet drops of precum that had already begun to flow.  As I took him into my mouth he moaned and began to gently pump his hips into my lips, “Charlene you are such a good girl. I knew you would give into me.”




Family Secrets Ch. 1



I felt the tears of shame begin to flow down my cheeks and did nothing to stop them.  I took him deeper into my throat, choking myself on his cock, feeling dirty but unable to stop, and loving the way his dick felt moving in and out of my mouth.  

He gently pushed my head away and laid me down on the rug beside the fireplace.  He kissed my lips again before moving down towards my belly, kissing it softly before his lips touched my clit. I began to shake as what felt like a bolt of electricity went through my body as I felt his tongue begin to flick across my clit. He pulled up and looked at me, “your pussy tastes so good Charlene.  I’m glad my dream has finally come true and I have finally tasted your sweet cunt.”

I began to cry harder but pushed his head back down, wanting badly for him to make me cum.  He sucked my clit hard into his mouth, grabbing it with his teeth and moving his tongue hard and fast.  My hips thrust up as I began to cum.  My head thrashed from side to side as my orgasm hit, I couldn’t make a sound or breathe as my body shook uncontrollably.  Finally, I felt air enter my lungs and I let out a loud low cry as I began to calm down.  I had to end up pushing him away from me, I thought that I would die from passion if he kept licking.  

As he came up he smiled at me and then bent down to kiss me.  I moaned, as I tasted myself on his lips.  He gave me no time to brace myself and I felt his cock invade my virgin hole.  I screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, “Oh Charlene you feel so good!  You’re so tight.”  

I moaned as the pain subsided.  His cock felt wonderful driving in and out of me at a slow pace.  I figured he was trying to hold himself from cumming, he hadn’t any idea that I had actually still been a virgin.  I felt the electricity come back into my body and wrapped my legs and arms around him, holding him tightly to me as I began to cum once again.  I began to move my hips, making him plunge deeper and go faster than he had been as my cream shot out around his cock.  He began to moan with me, “I’m going to cum Charlene!”  I held him tighter to me, longing to feel his cum shooting deep inside of me.  I began to moan loudly as my brother’s seed was released inside my womb.  He bent down and kissed my lips hard as he pulled out, both of our bodies shaking a bit as he lay beside me.  

He took me in his arms and as my tears finally began to dried up.  “Now that’s better.”  He said with a smile.  “I wish Mom could have been here to see how good her girl really was.”  I gave a small smile, there was no reason to try and fight anything now that the deed had been done. No matter how bad my Uncle had wanted it all to stop and had tried by leaving my Mother and making her give up her son the family legacy would live on.






Family Secrets Ch. 2



The night at the farm was the beginning of a heated and extended relationship between Carl and I.  For the first couple of weeks I would wake up in the middle of the night, the bed soaked with my sweat and juices from dreams of him, and I would wake him in early morning hours for long sessions of lovemaking.  There was a passion in our relationship that I’m sure few others have ever experienced.  We were constantly enthralled by the excitement of our taboo pleasures.  We made routine reference to the fact that we were brother and sister throughout our lovemaking.  He continued to tell me how much our mother had wanted this, how she had dreamed of witnessing her children accepting their fate together.  

After a few weeks it was obvious that we should move in together, the distance between us was impossible emotionally even for the short drive from my house back to the family farm.  We decided that it was important that I move back to the farm.  There was a sexual energy in that place, unmatched by any place I’ve ever encountered.  My feminine touch helped the old place out greatly.  Carl and I almost constantly embroiled in sexual ecstasy.  Neither of us worked, we were well provided for by the family trust, though we still labored for hours every day.  

After some months together, I presented an idea I had to Carl.  “I’ve been thinking about Uncle Kevin.”

	“Yeah?”

	“Remember when I first came to you?  I wasn’t interested in having sex with you.  I know that it’s hard to remember a time like that. But you remember, don’t you?  You told me that this was my legacy, my destiny.  Well, it wasn’t just my destiny, or yours.  Kevin is part of the legacy as well, and he’s been a long time without.”

	“Charlene, do you want to bring Kevin in with us?”  

	“Yes.”

	“What makes you think that he’d be interested?  He feels badly about what happened between him and mom, and even worse about what happened between mom and our grandfather.”

	“And he should, but not because he was having sex with his sister.  He has to realize that he was wrong because he didn’t take care of the child that he made, not because his sister turned him on.”

	“And you think that fucking you will make him realize that?”

	“I think that it will make him realize, as you made me realize, that it’s who he is.  He’s gotten away from himself, and he’s been unhappy for a long time because of it.”

	“How do you plan on making him realize this?”

	I opened my legs, and showed my pussy to my brother; “Have you already forgotten?”  

	“Ha, no.  When are we going to see him?”  

	“I’ll go tomorrow, alone.  Shame may stop him if you’re there, it will be easier with me alone.”

	“Okay, I think your right.  I also think that I need to taste that pussy.”

	“You’re so crude!”  I said, as he dropped down to his knees in front of my chair.  He pulled my short robe up my thighs with his teeth, and leaned away for a moment, he loved to look at my pussy.  He used one finger to gently stroke my clit and I shuddered almost instantly.  He brought his free hand to my pussy from underneath, and used it to spread my pussy wide.  I felt my juices drip from my hot pussy down to my tight ass, then down to the chair and pooling there, so that I could feel the juices on the bottom of my thighs.  He stuck his long tongue into my twitching hole, and began to manipulate my g-spot with it.  I pushed down on his head until I was sure that he was going to suffocate.  He moved his tongue between my wet hole and my throbbing clit.  I twisted in the chair; almost slipping out of it because of all my juices that had made it very slippery.  He brought me to the point were I was going to cum, and then moved down to my ass.  I pouted for a second, but then he stuck his tongue at least three inches into my ass and began to wiggle it back and forth, up and down, in and out, I almost exploded with orgasm.  He replaced his tongue with a long middle finger, and used the index finger of the same hand to invade my now unspeakably wet pussy while he sucked my clit as far as it would go into his mouth.  I thrashed, I could hear my juices rush out every time that his hand moved, I arched my back so far that the chair began to tip.  Carl realized that I was falling, and tried to react, but it was too late, the chair and I tumbled back.  Carl jumped to me, asking if I was all right.  “Eat my fucking pussy, now!”  I demanded.  He chuckled and started licking my pussy again.  He licked with the full length of his tongue, back and forth, up and down, left, right, up down, hard, very hard.  The chair had fallen next to my head, and I could see my juices dripping from the seat down to the floor, I arched my head to save my sweet juices from going to waste on the floor.  I laughed to myself at how dirty I could be.  As I savored the last drop of my thick, heady juices, Carl pressed his tongue hard into my bud. I quaked and vibrated with orgasm.  Carl teasingly continued to lick me as I screamed with ecstasy and tried to wiggle away.  I could actually hear my juices splash as he drove his tongue in and out of my hole.  He relented after much begging on my part.  

	Carl came to my face; I could see my juices glistening on his lips, pooling in the valley of his supple lower lip and his chin.  I came up to meet him, and clean his face of myself. “Are we done?”  I joked.  

	“Pssht.  Only if you’re trying to start a fight.”  He smiled, but I had already made it down to his thick cock.  I teased his dick with my tongue, kissing it, licking the tip and the length of the vein that runs from top to bottom, and that delivers his salty gift to me.  I looked up to him as I kissed his hard member from bottom to top, and as he smiled down on me, I cradled him in both hands, staring at his cock and telling him how happy I was to suck him.  He shook at my words, and his dick stiffened further.  I took one more long lick from the base of his cock to the top, then slowly, very slowly I took his cock into my mouth.  I purposefully took as long as possible to travel the length of him.  When I felt the head of his tool hit the top of my throat, I swallowed hard on each inch, until he was half way down my throat, and I could lick his balls as I was stuffed to the brim with his cock.  I struggled to open my mouth further to take both of his big heavy balls into my mouth.  His dick went another three inches into my throat, as first his right nut, and then the left came into my mouth.  I could hardly breath as I sucked hard on his entire manhood.  His cock thumped against my throat, my mouth filled with saliva that I could not swallow and it dripped passed my lips and created a river down to his ass.  He moaned out how much he loved the way I sucked his cock, he told me that I was even better than mom was, and that she loved to suck cock just as much as I did.  I came again, without a touch.  I slowly pulled him from my mouth, letting his balls drop, dripping, one by one.  Then, just as methodically as I had taken him down my throat, I took him out.  When I only had his head still in my mouth, I quickly took him back down my throat, and out, back in again; he began to thrust his hips in unison with my motions.  His pelvis came hard into my mouth, and the pain turned me on.  I took him deep and kept it there, for a long moment, swallowing hard, deep, before letting him go.  I came to my feet and crouched over his throbbing red, dripping member.  Being more eager, I quickly took him into me, greedily grinding into him, feeling him in every possible nerve.  I came like mad, soaking his cock and his legs; I rode him hard and fast.  I moved back and forth, side to side, I danced on his cock.  “I love the way you feel inside me, baby brother.”  I whispered, looking down on him with a smile.  “And soon, I’ll feel you and my Uncle filling me all at once, and I’ll be in heaven.”  He smiled to himself, eyes closed, he parted his lips to speak, but air escaped without carrying any words, he just sighed, then moaned from deep inside his throat.  He put his hands on my waist, digging his fingers into my supple skin and holding me still.  “Fill me!  Give me your cum.  I love to have my brothers seed planted deep into my womb, give it to me baby.”  He did.  I felt him splash into my belly.  My cunt gripped him, held him tight.  I worked my muscles around him, teasing out every drop of cum that he had to deliver.  I stood up enough to let his cock out of my cunt, and to allow his cum to drip back onto his flailing cock and still wet balls.  

“God, Charlene, if you give Kevin anything like that, there is no chance that he could possibly fight against his feelings.”

	“I know, baby.  That’s my intention.”  

	“When are you going to see him?”

	“I’ll go in the morning.  It will take a while to break him down, so I want to get an early start.”

	“My god, you’re insatiable!”  I was playing with the cum that still dripped from my pussy, as I sat on the floor.  I didn’t even realize I was doing it, but when he pointed it out I wiped up what I could with my fingers and licked them clean for him.  

	“Hmmm, I guess I am.”

	“Ha!  I’m going to take a shower.”

	“Okay, baby brother.  I’m going to go on to bed, I’m worn out and I have a long day ahead of me.”  I said with a smile.  

The next morning was beautiful.  As I got dressed in my shear summer dress and white heels, I watched the early morning fog lift from the hills surrounding the farm.  I caught my reflection in the mirror, to ensure that I was sufficiently fetching.  I was happy.  Though I was nearing thirty, which not too long ago seemed like an eternity away, I saw that my skin still had the tightness and glow that it did when I was 18.  My tits were very firm, they stood very proudly in the summer dress, and if one knew where to look, my red buds were readily visible through the thin material.  I had my hair pulled back, with tight curls left to fall over my face.  I stood back to get a full body view in the mirror and as the sun shown on me from the window behind me, I could make out the point at which my thighs met, and imagined that I could make out my sparse pubic hair in the shadows cast onto the dress.  I was perfectly suited for this job.  And I was as ready as I’d ever be.  

	The drive was quick, and I pulled up to Uncle Kevin’s house earlier than I had intended.  I decided this was good though, if I got him out of bed, and began working right away, he may be mesmerized and the whole thing could go more smoothly.  I knocked on the door.  I waited, for almost a minute.  I knocked again, rapping for close to two minutes non-stop.  I finally saw my uncle’s profile in the window shade.

	“Charlene.  What are you doing here at this hour?  More bad news?  Can’t you let an old man get a little rest?”  

	“Uncle Kevin, I need to come in, your going to talk to me this morning.  It’s very important, and I’m not going to let it go any longer.”

	“Charlene, I’m not going to let you come into my house and bring up 25 year old secrets that I’ve lived very well without talking about.”  

	I let myself in; I nudged under his arm that was propped on the door jamb.  I calmly chose what appeared to be the most comfortable chair with the best light for revealing all that my outfit could reveal. 

	“Your 25 year old secret is a man.  He’s a man that grew up without a father.  He’s your boy, Kevin, your son.  It’s not just some thing that you did once with your sister that you don’t want people to know about, he’s a human being.”  I kept my voice firm.  Though I did want to give my uncle his life back, I also had to make sure that he understood fully the levity of what he had done.

	“Charlene, he is a man who I did not choose to bring into the world.  I told your mother to fix it.  I told her that the child would ruin our lives.  How can I be held responsible for a child that I didn’t want?”

	“You did choose to bring him into the world.  When you made love to your sister, you choose all things that come with sex.  You can’t just follow your lust blindly; you have to take responsibility for what you make happen.”

	“I was a young man, Charlene.  You don’t know how your mother acted, and I never wanted to tell you because I don’t believe in talking badly about people’s parents to their face.  But she was a whore, Charlene.  She would show me her pussy during normal times, like dinner or while we were working on our schoolwork.  She would come to my room at night and wake me up, telling me what dad had done with her earlier, and how much she wanted me to do the same things.  She threw herself at me.  I was a young man.  What could I do?”  He looked as if he was being genuine, but he was getting way off track.  

	“Kevin, that’s bullshit.  I don’t want to hear anymore of that.  It’s easy to accuse my mother of being a whore when she’s not here to defend herself.  But you are here to defend yourself, and you’re not doing well.  You wanted her, Kevin.  You wanted your sister, but you got scared.  Just admit that.  I’m not here just to hurt you Kevin; I’m trying to bring our family back together.  You know that it’s been too long.  You know that you want to get to know your son.  And I want to get to know you Kevin.  I want to get to know the real you, not what you make yourself out to be.  Not the scared man who has been running from his actions for 25 years, but the man who made love to my mother in the first place.  The man who wanted things and took them.  The man who wasn’t scared of his feelings.”

	“Charlene, this is about more than Carl, isn’t it?”  He got up and started making coffee.  With his back to me it was very hard to talk; I think that’s why he did it. 

	“It’s more about you than Carl, but it is about more.”  I said to him as he sat back down, not willing to speak to his back.  

	“Well, what else do you have?  I’ve got time I guess, and it doesn’t seem like your going away soon.”

	I changed my posture toward my uncle. I sat a bit crooked in my chair, stretching my long right leg out as if to get more comfortable.  I clasped my hands over my small belly so that my breasts were pushed up and together.  I opened my eyes wide, with my curls still bouncing lightly as I spoke.  

“Look, Kevin, Carl and I have been together since the night that I came here and told you that I knew the truth.  We moved in together not long ago, I went back to the farm to be with him.  I learned that incest is a part of who I am, it’s what made me, what brought me to this world.  I’m happy now, Kevin, I feel complete.  I think you want to be happy again too.”

	“I knew you and Carl were together, word spreads fast in town.  And I don’t care.  If that’s what you and Carl want, then fine, but what makes you think that is what my life lacks?  What makes you think that my life lacks anything?”

	I spread my other leg out now, and let my dress drape down between my knees.  I rested my elbows on my knees and looked deep into my uncle’s eyes.  He was obviously staring at me now, almost not trying to hide it.  I rubbed my hands from my ankles to my knees, feigning a stretch.

	“You’ve been alone for most of my life, Kevin.  I don’t ever remember you dating at all.  You’re a good-looking man, and I’ve known women who’ve pursued you, but you were never interested.  Why could that be, Uncle Kevin?  I think I know, because I was the same way for my entire life.  Do you realize that your son, my brother, took my virginity?”

	Kevin was uncomfortable but couldn’t control his eyes. He looked hungry, and I thought that my tight young body must have looked marvelous to him, I had intended it that way.  I was actually very embarrassed at what I was doing.  Maybe it wasn’t fair to bring these feelings back to him; maybe what I was doing was wrong.  Maybe he had been lonely for all of these years not because he needed to fulfill a legacy of incest, but because he had been put off by sex all together because of his early experiences.  We had spoken for over an hour already, and I was losing my resolve.  I was going to apologize, and go back to Carl to tell him I had failed.  Then; my uncle, my brother’s father, my mother’s lover, took hold of my chin.

	“Charlene, I’ve tried for long years to ignore my feelings.  I’ve tried to get beyond the sickness.  I’ve spent thousands on physcologists, I’ve tried to be distant, but nothing works.  And I am unhappy.  I am and it hurts me that it’s so obvious to you.  I only tried to stop the cycle, I tried to protect you and your brother from your family’s secrets, and maybe I tried to protect myself too.  But I’m ready, Charlene, I’m ready to be happy, I’m ready to come back into the fold.”   He kissed me, deeply on the lips.  He moved his hand from my chin to the back of my head and cradled it, tilting my head back slightly, and putting his tongue into my mouth.  

	I had a sudden surge; I knew I had done well, and that the family was going to be whole again.  I spread my legs and moaned “Uncle Kevin, please rub my pussy.  I’ve been waiting for a long time, please do it now.”  And he did.  He pulled my dress up to my waist and began to rub my exposed pussy with his whole hand.  His palm pressed against my clit while his fingers massaged the outer edges of my already wet hole.  I was standing and supporting myself against his big body, he cradled me with his other arm and continued to kiss me deeply.  He rubbed my clit like mad, hard and fierce with his palm before sticking one and then two thick fingers into my aching hole.  “So, you want to be the family’s slut?” he asked me, but I couldn’t answer, I couldn’t speak.  So he stuck two more fingers into my still tight pussy, asking again, “do you want to be our slut, Charlene?  Do you want to be a dirty whore for your brother and your uncle?  You want your womb filled only by family?”  He jammed his four fingers in my cunt all the way to the knuckles.   “Yes, yes Uncle Kevin.  I want to be your whore, Carl’s slut, I want us all to live together and for you both to use me forever!”

	I began to shake, I was so turned on by fucking my brothers father, I felt that I had accomplished a great feet.  I came quickly all over my uncles hand, and he brought it up to my face and smeared my juices all over my mouth, my cheeks and my neck, then began to lick them back off.  I could smell my pungent odor all over, I was encased by it.  I licked my lips and his tongue to pull my taste from them.  I felt my juices run down my legs, and I was eager to feel my uncle pound my twat.

	Kevin licked my face and neck clean, and then forced me to my knees.  He pulled his cock out and pressed it against my lips.  I started to suck him into my mouth, but instead he held it just beyond my lips and told me to lick his stiff tool.  I moved his cock around my hot tongue, and moistened my lips with the saliva and pre-cum that soaked the head of his member.  He asked if I liked the taste of his cock, and I admitted that I had never liked anything so much.  With that, he jammed his cock as far as it would go down my throat, he brought tears to my eyes, and I would have smiled if my mouth hadn’t been so full of manhood.  

	After Kevin had all he wanted of my mouth, and had covered it and my chin with spit from the fierce pounding he had delivered, he stood me up and bent me over the table.  I knew that he wouldn’t last long in my cunt; I almost laughed out with joy at the thought of my lover’s father unloading into my womb that had just been filled by Carl the night before. 

	Uncle Kevin stood behind me and held my round ass, moving my dress up further to expose my whole lower body.  I reached back to spread my pussy and ass wide for him, and he quickly buried himself into my womanhood.  As I thought, it took only a few strokes into my snatch before he filled my belly with cum.  I was so happy that he had been so turned on by me; I sat back down and shook with aftershocks of orgasm.  I let his cum stay in my pussy, clenching to feel it seep out slowly.  




Family Secrets Ch. 2



“Do you feel better, Uncle Kevin?” 

	“MMM” He smiled at me; “This is just the beginning of my happiness.”