13 comments/ 99472 views/ 57 favorites Incestory: Saving the Farm By: sex2xs2 O'Hare was a mess. The place was filled with crowds of stressed and anxious people going in every direction. To John it was all noise and confusion that somehow held a method in its madness - a method that managed to get thousands of people where they needed to go every day. John had a little trouble finding his family in Arrivals despite the fact that they filled an entire corner of the baggage claim area. John paused and put on his bravest smile. It had been a long flight and he wasn't particularly excited about being in Illinois again - but he wasn't going to be depressed about it. This was just another chapter in his life. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he imagined. He'd been informed that since his Father had filed his Will in Springfield, he would have to go to the Lawyer's Office for the reading with the rest of the family. The date was another month away so he had some time to kill. He'd had to make some hard choices lately, and at the end of the day, all he could come up with was the idea that a week or two on the paternal side of the family's farm might just do him some good. He'd finally accepted the fact that the drugs and alcohol he'd been drowning in since his parents funeral wasn't making his future any brighter and he had nowhere else to be. John heard his mother's voice in his mind "Best foot forward! You only get one chance at a first impression, Johnny. Don't mess it up." He hadn't seen them in years so he ran through the list of their names and tried to match those names to the faces watching him intently as he approached; Uncle Bob, Aunt Ellen, Cousin Kristin, Cousin Karen, and Cousin Dan. They crowded around him, smiled, greeted him, hugged him, and shook his hand until he found himself practically spinning in a circle to keep up. Uncle Bob was tall but not as tall as he'd thought he'd remembered. He was grey-haired, bearded, and stout. It was obvious he was still healthy besides the fact that he was in his early fifties. The Caterpillar logo on his ball cap, dirty jeans, and flannel ensemble pegged him as a farmer from a mile away. There was nothing soft about his features but his countenance was friendly and jovial. Aunt Ellen was a healthy forty year-old, auburn-haired woman in a matching farmer's outfit ... although the large breasts stretching her flannel made the look a little more appealing than it did on her husband. John felt a little admiration for his Uncle for scoring a younger babe for himself. John had to smile at the realization that he was checking out his Aunt's tits and turned his thoughts to the next generation of kin greeting him. Cousin Dan was the spitting image of his father but with chestnut brown hair and a far less mellow aura. Dan had been away the summers that John had spent at the farm and it was his room he'd used when he was there. John remembered that Dan's room was always stark and bare. There had never been anything that gave his room personality and no one really ever talked about him much. John had never given it much thought then, but in retrospect, it seemed kind of odd to him now. Dan's grip was steel and his eyes were hard. John could smell the beer on his breath and pegged him as the hard-drinking barroom brawling type. He was polite enough but John could sense a wariness and hostility emanating from him that was immediately off-putting. His Cousins Kristin and Karen ... they had certainly grown up since they'd last seen each other. John had to collect himself a moment before forming an opinion on them. They were both short, thick in all the right places, and with breasts that rivaled their mother's in size and fullness. He knew that Kristin was the older of the two girls. She had celebrated her twenty-first birthday a few months ago and was leaving for college soon. This would be her last summer on the farm. They were closest in age and he had tried to be friendly to her but she had never been particularly friendly towards him. She had inherited Ellen's red hair, which she wore pulled back in a tight pony-tail, and sported a cute splash of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She wore a hoodie and jeans that hid most of her body from his gaze but he could tell she was fit and healthy. John knew from his visits as a child that you didn't grow up on a working farm and suffer a lack of exercise. Karen was the youngest, and in John's estimation, the slightly cuter of the two sisters. She had also been the friendliest to him. She was the youngest of the bunch and that meant she had been relegated to tag-along status most of the time. Her hair was a darker shade of red than Kristin's and she wore it loose so that it fell around her shoulders. She wore a simple long-sleeved t-shirt with the words "I love Chicago" in cursive letters across the front and a pair of skin-tight black jeans that outlined the contours of her shapely thick legs. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and John had the impression that Karen was already his favorite. He felt an odd rush of excitement when she took his hand and smiled warmly at him. Kristin's grip had been all business but Karen's had a tenderness that almost caused him to pull away from her soft grip in surprise. Finally, Aunt Ellen looked up at her husband then turned her gaze to John and smiled: "Breakfast is at Five so we best be on our way." Dan dropped his hand on John's shoulder so hard it felt like a bag of bricks. "Junior, I been thinkin' that we should ..." "My names John." He had to interrupt him. "Not Junior." "Your Pa's name is John, right? In my book, that makes you a Junior" John felt the urge to punch him in the face. "Why don't y'all go ahead," he drawled, "I can bring Junior back with me. I'm sure he could use a few cool ones after flyin' all the way out here." John didn't feel like do anything with Dan at the moment other than jam his fist in the asshole's mouth. "You know," John said, "I think I'd like to get a good start in the morning. I better go get some rest." "Suit yourself," Dan said dismissively before turning away and disappearing into the crowd. "Good idea," Uncle Bob said, "we got some work for you." Uncle Bob looked at Ellen and then at me with a strange look on his face. "I just wanted to say that ... well ... about Grace and John ... I'm sorry." He was hoping to avoid the conversation concerning his parent's car accident. It was still a little fresh in his mind. Karen and Kristin exchanged a look. Aunt Ellen pulled away from Bill and took John's arm in her own. "You come with me, you handsome Young Man! It's been so long since we've had the pleasure of your company! I want to hear all about your trip!" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ John lay in Dan's bed. He could hear his Cousins giggling and talking in the next room. Their conversation was muted but he could make out a few words now and then. He was able to ignore it for the most part ... until he heard his name. He slid out of the warm comforter he'd wrapped around himself against the cool night and pressed his ear to the wall to spy on his cousins. He couldn't tell who was who from their voices but he could make out the words. " ... I'm tellin' ya, this whole deal is fucked." "Do you think he knows?" "No way." "I don't see how he could be the only one who doesn't?" "He's probably not that bright." "C'mon, Kristin. He looks normal to me. I mean ... honestly ... he's kinda cute." "I guess." "He's nice." "Ha ... good genes, huh?" "That's not funny." "Sure it is." John could finally make out which voice belonged to which cousin. Kristin seemed determined to put him down and Karen seemed determined to defend him. "You gonna do it?" Kristin asked. "Do what?" "Stop bein' coy," Kristin admonished her. "Answer the question!" "Are you?" Karen asked. "You should." "I don't know." "Look, It's not like there's a whole lotta guys runnin' around here these days." "I know, right?" "Slut!" Kristin laughed. "I saw the way you looked at him. Don't tell me you weren't thinkin' the same thing." "I'm outta here in a few months. I can wait." "If I did do it," Karen said, "at least it would be because I want ... would want to." "SLUT!" 'What are you thinkin' about?' John thought to himself as he slid his hand in his boxers and started stroking himself without really realizing it. He got the idea they were talking about whether they would have sex with him or not. The excitement of that thought led him to imagine the two girls in various sexual situations - with him. "You can only squeeze the gene pool so far, y'know," Kristin said. "I mean, look at what happened to the sheep." "She was the only one," Karen said. "The rest were fine." "That shit was funny, though, the way Daisy couldn't walk straight and kept fallin' over. " "I think it's kinda sad." "Ha, maybe he's got an extra leg." "Shut up, Stupid." "Maybe it's in his pants. Did ya see the size of that bulge?" "Kinda hard not to, huh?" "There are ways around gettin' knocked up, y'know. You can have your cake ... and eat it too." "Gross!" Karen squealed. "You don't ..." "You do what ya gotta do." Pre-cum dripped from his penis and he used it to lubricate his shaft as he increased the speed of his self-ministrations. He imagined the kind of things they might do to avoid getting pregnant by him ... everything except not having sex with him of course. "Are you serious?" Karen asked, "I'm beginning to think you really want to." "Obviously, you do." "I ... guess so." John leaned against the wall to steady himself making sure he didn't bump the wall with his elbow as his hand slid up and down his shaft. "You go first then," Kristin challenged. "I don't know ... it just doesn't seem right. Not like this." "Yeah, he wouldn't want your fat ass anyway." There was a pause. John was suddenly focused back on the conversation and switched ears in the hope his left ear was better than his right. He didn't want to miss another word. "You don't think so?" "Not when he could have this!" "You think you're so hot!" "Hotter than you, Princess!" "Okay, Bitch ... it's on!" There was another pause. John imagined them side by side with their plump little asses in wiggling in the air. He imagined that he was jerking his cock over their asses, waiting for the right moment to stick his cock in their assholes. He was getting close to cumming. "Alright," Kristin snapped. "Let's lay out some rules then ..." Just then, John heard their bedroom door pop open. Aunt Ellen's voice was loud and full of authority: "Good night, Ladies!" His mind switched gears and now his Aunt Ellen was in his fantasy. She laid on her back with her thick legs spread open for him, her fingers kneading her huge tits and pinching her own nipples. Her eyes full of lust. He heard her footsteps but it didn't register until she had already stuck her head in the room to check on him. She looked over at the bed but didn't see him there. John couldn't stop now ... he was too close and it was beyond conscious control. She looked around the room just in time to see him slump against the wall to spasm in orgasm and struggle to catch the spurts of cum with his free hand while the other tugged on his cock furiously in an attempt to squeeze every last bit of semen out of himself. He continued for a few seconds more until he was done and could finally regain control of his body. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes and face her although she had to know, that he knew, that she was watching him -so he turned his back to her in shame and stuffed himself back into his boxers. He would worry about what to do with the cum in his hands when he had the opportunity. "Good night, John," she said quietly. There was nothing in her voice to indicate she'd even seem him wacking off. "Don't forget that we get up early." "Good night," he said as the bedroom door quietly shut behind him. There was one thing he knew for sure about his Aunt now ... she was polite. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Breakfast was amazing. Biscuits with gravy, sausage, eggs, and bacon. It was enough to feed an army but there were no leftovers at all when they were done. John had done his best to keep a low profile and to avoid getting in the way of the morning routine. He'd put on some old jeans and work boots and an old grey sweatshirt. He found one of Dan's ball caps and figured he wouldn't mind if he borrowed it. He was a farmer, he'd understand. The girls had on baggie flannels and work jeans. Both of them had their hair up in pony-tails. He'd consciously avoided engaging the girls in any conversation and just concentrated on his meal. Dan had never come home but no one seemed concerned ... or even mentioned it. Bob helped Ellen with the plates and the girls kept themselves amused with their smart phones when they weren't eating. Finally, the Cock crowed and the sun started to light up the horizon. It was time to get to work. Uncle Bob stood at the head of the table and handed out assignments. "Ellen," he said to his wife, "John can help you with Ginger and Violet." John looked quizzically at his Aunt. She silently mouthed the words 'the cows'. He realized he was going to get to milk the cows and it couldn't have been worse timing ... He would have to be alone with his Aunt first thing in the morning. "Kristin, you got the stables and slop." "Shit!" Kristin protested. "It's Dan's week!" Bob shot her a look and she shut up. Karen giggled and elbowed her older sister: "Guess that means I get the coop!" "After Lunch ..." Bob tried to continue but Ellen interrupted him. "Which is at Noon," she informed her Nephew. "After Lunch ..." Bob smiled a wide grin, "the girls are gonna ride down to the creek and run the horses a bit with John." The girls squealed with delight. A half-day's work was like a vacation on the farm. Getting to take the horses out all afternoon was just icing on the cake. "Go on! Get to work," He laughed and smacked Ellen's ass playfully. Ellen shot John a look of embarrasment. John had the thought that he wouldn't mind smacking his Aunt's ass like that too, then, he felt the embarrassment of last night hit him hard again. He shoved the fantasy deep down and buried it. Ellen came around the table and pulled him from his chair with an ease that surprised him. "Let's go, Handsome!" Kristen and Karen exchanged looks and Kristin shrugged her shoulders. Karen shrugged hers in return. "Wait are you waitin' for?" Uncle Bob asked clapping his hands to get their attention. "There's work to do." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Milkin' cows is an art," Ellen informed him. "You gotta grip her just right and roll your fingers to squeeze the milk out." "This isn't my first trip to the rodeo," he snapped at her. "I know how to do it." She looked over at him and winked: "I suppose you do." John cringed and turned away in embarassment. She put a hand on his shoulder. "Listen," she said, "I've lived a little. I've got a husband and three kids now, but I wasn't always married, and there aint nothin' I haven't seen. Soooo, you don't have to say or do anything to be alright with me, okay?" He felt his skin turn red from shame. He seemed to be the only one embarassed about cumming in his hand in front of his Aunt. She didn't seem to be worried about it at all ... he'd expected a lecture of some kind at least. Then a strange and somewhat exciting insight occurred to him; she might have liked seeing him masturbating. "Let's get to it," she urged. They sat back to back on milk buckets between their respective bovines. She'd gotten Violet and he'd gotten Ginger. John grabbed a pair of Ginger's teats making sure to get one on the left and one on the right side of her body. In the small space of the shed he'd have to switch sides otherwise. After a few minutes, Ellen leaned back against John's back. He had drifted off and hadn't even been thinking about what he was doing. His Aunt's body pressing against him jolted him back to the present. "You okay?" She asked. "I mean, it's just, you've been real quiet." "I'm fine," he lied. He decided to take a chance and leaned back into her so that they were supporting each other. His Aunt's hair tickled his neck but he didn't mind. She smelled like Rose Water. "John," she sighed. "I didn't really know your Ma or your Pa that well." "I know," he replied. "I only know what Bob told me about them ... but if you wanna talk ... or anything ... I just ... want to make you feel better ... you know ... maybe ... provide some comfort ... if I can." John didn't know if it was imagination, or not, but he could have sworn she was propositioning him. He had to consider his next few words carefully. "Thanks," he replied. "I would appreciate that." "Sure, Honey," she said with relief, as if she was afraid he'd decline her kindness. "I'm sure your missin' your Pa - but I know how boys are and every boy needs his mother. I aint your Ma, but I'm here." John started to feel the sharp sadness of loss and had to fight back a tear but his Aunt's words did actually seem to help a little. "Grace was ... she was a little different ... but I know that she was proud of you." John got the feeling that she had something she desperately wanted to share with him but was equally desperate to keep from him. He knew enough about people to know that when they get really torn on an issue, they will eventually spill the beans. All he had to do was wait. If it was something about his Mom ... he probably didn't want to know anyway. "I'm sure that she would be happy to know that you came back here to be with us." She leaned forward to continue milking Violet and John nearly lost his balance when the support vanished. "I know that I am," she said - almost too quietly for him to hear. John pondered that for a second. They had practically begged him on the phone to come to the farm after the funerals. He remembered that it was the urgency of his Aunt's pleading that had finally convinced him to do so. "John?" She spun around on the bucket and he looked over his shoulder at her. She was close. There faces were only a few inches apart. She was looking at him strangely. "I need you to promise me something." He dropped Ginger's teats and spun around putting one knee between his Aunt's so they could face each other. "That depends," he replied warily. She sighed as if resigned to some internal decision. Her big brown eyes flicked to the space between them. "Promise me that no matter what happens," her big brown eyes flicked back up to meet his gaze, "you will always think kindly of me." John couldn't imagine anything that could cause him to think unkindly of his Aunt. She was probably the nicest person he knew. "I promise," he put his hand over his heart for emphasis. She broke out in a big grin and leaned in to gently kiss him. It was a tender and relatively platonic kiss - a motherly kiss. John couldn't resist and bit lightly down on her lower lip and reached up through her thick red hair to hold her head when she tried to pull away. "Wait," he pleaded, "please!" She didn't try to pull away again but lifted her fingers to caress his cheek for a moment before gripping his chin and tilting his face up so that their lips parted enough for her to speak. "Promise me?" she asked again in a husky voice that belied her calm. He looked deeply into her eyes: "I promise." She smiled a wide, satisfied grin and kissed him again ... this time, it was a little more like a real kiss. Incestory: Saving the Farm "Gawd, I love the way you look at me," she sighed into his lips. He leaned away and shot her a faux 'who me'guilty look. She smiled and ran a finger over her breast and popped the top few buttons of her flannel shirt open. "I love the way you look at my tits." John watched with awe as a portion of her generous freckled cleavage came into view. She leaned forward so that their foreheads touched and his view of her cleavage was even better. He felt himself stiffen and his dick began to crawl down the inside of his thigh as it engorged. They both looked down simultaneously to see his pants bulging with cock. "Not yet, Young Man," she warned and patted his bulge as if to scold it. "Get back to work!" She pushed him away by pressing her hands into his chest. "Cows don't milk themselves." John guessed their conversation was over for the time being. She spun around and returned to her duty. John gave himself a moment to relax then returned to milking Ginger. It didn't pay to be worked up when milking a cow. They could sense it, and could start kicking. Ellen hummed quietly to herself and John just kept running through the last few minutes of his life over and over again in his mind. He wasn't sure what he'd gotten himself into but he certainly couldn't wait to find out. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When they were done milking the cows, Ellen led John back to the kitchen. She indicated that he should set the pails down by the door with a wave of her hand. He set the pails down and turned around to see Ellen stretched over the sink to peer out of the window above it. He ran his eyes over her wide ass and imagined what it would be like to mount her. He felt a pang of jealousy when he thought of his Uncle getting that ass whenever he wanted. She looked left then right. Then she turned around. John stepped forward to ask her what was wrong but she held a finger to her lips to silence him. She listened intently for a minute, then, when she was satisfied that there was nothing to hear. She went into the dining room and peered out of the window overlooking the driveway. "Okay," she said to him as he entered the dining room behind her. "We got a half an hour at least." John gave her a questioning look. She tilted her head as if to scold him but smiled at him after a moment instead. She strode across the room, grabbed his hand, and led him up the stairs to the bedroom she shared with his Uncle. When they were in the room she moved around him and quietly shut and locked the bedroom door. John didn't know what to do so he remained still. He didn't want to ruin whatever she was up to ... and he had a pretty good idea what that was. The fact that she was his Aunt was entirely irrelevant to him at this point, except for the fact that it added a tinge of danger and a very real taboo feel to the entire situation. Shit, John thought to himself, the fact that she was his Aunt seemed to be the part that excited him the most. In a way it was almost disappointing that she was only his Aunt by marriage. She took his hand and guided him to the bed. She turned him around so he was facing the bed and sat down so that she was eye-level with his stiffening cock. She ran a finger over his bulge and giggled a little when it jumped in reaction to her touch. She looked up at him with her deep brown eyes and smiled mischeviously. She could see by the look on his face he was nervous. "It's not like I haven't seen it before, right?" She said quietly. She unzipped him and slid his bulging penis out of his pants. It danced in her face, bobbing with each pounding beat of his heart. "Oh, my!" She gasped and ran her fingers over it as if she were afraid of it. She giggled like a little girl when it jumped in her grasp. "They certainly don't make a pill that can make up for youth!" She looked up at him meaningfully and John had to guess that Uncle Bob might not be as vital as he'd imagined. For a moment he felt sorry for his Aunt. She was a good woman and she definitely deserved a good fucking every now and then. He blushed with youthful pride and smiled down at her. "Uh, thanks?" He stammered. She giggled again at his awkwardness. "No one's ever complimented you before?" She asked as if surprised. "I swear, your generation don't know a good thing when it sees it." John didn't want to admit it but ... he'd never been with a woman before. In fact ... he didn't think he'd ever really even been attracted to a woman before at all ... before he'd come back to Illinois that is ... before he'd laid eyes on his sexy Aunt and her hot daughters. The thought crossed his mind that maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that they were related to him that made the difference. He imagined that the world might think that was odd - that he was some kind of freak. But, somehow, it seemed the most natural thing to him. "Milkin' cows is an art," she said as she reached up and gently gripped his penis with both hands. "Milkin' a man is a pleasure." John leaned his head back and moaned as his Aunt tugged and massaged his rock-hard cock in a way he never imagined could be done. Hell, he couldn't milk himself with half the talent that Ellen displayed. She stroked him for several minutes until she felt the semen build up in his balls and start to fill his shaft. He looked down at her and began to involuntarily thrust his hips to the demands of her fingers as they undulated along his shaft and twisted over the spongy tip of his cock. Just when he couldn't take it anymore, she reached down and yanked her flannel shirt open to set her beautiful giant tits free. Buttons clattered to the floor and rolled away into the dark as she jerked him and aimed his cock at herself. She let go of him and wrapped her tits around his spasming penis just as he whimpered and released his streams of cum into the valley of her freckled cleavage. Several shots splattered the hollow of her throat before dripping back down to add to the lubrication between her tits as he pumped and continued to ejaculate. When he was finished. He grabbed her head to steady himself and lowered himself to the bed beside her. She grabbed his chin and pulled him into a sweet and tender kiss. This time the tips of their tongues touched between slightly parted lips. She broke off first and stood in front of him to strip off the flannel and used it as towel to clean his semen from her neck and from between her breasts. She watched his eyes to make sure he was watching her. John looked up at the clock and then back to his bare-breasted, and cum-glazed Aunt. "We got another twenty minutes," he stated, hopefully. She looked at him and smiled pleasantly. "We got all the time in the world, Handsome ... just not right now." She rolled up the cum-soaked shirt and handed it to him. "There's a burn pile behind the barn and matches in the drawer next to the sink in the kitchen." She pecked him on the lips again quickly, pressing her big beautiful tits into him for a moment, then turned to her closet to find a replacement top. "Go on!" She laughed. "Get downstairs before the girls get back to the house." John shoved himself back into his pants and smiled. "I like it when you're bossy." "Great!" She laughed. "We'll get along just fine then." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Kristin must have followed the smoke from the fire because she came around the barn in a hurry with a look of alarm on her face. John turned around when he heard her approach and hoped she didn't notice how suddenly guilty he felt. She stopped in her tracks and smiled in relief when she realized it was just him burning trash. Then she seemed to consider something for a few seconds before sauntering across the lush grass to stand beside him. He tried to make out her body through the baggie clothes she wore. He couldn't make out the contours of her body, but the way it swayed as she walked away was more than enough to hold his attention. "It's not trash day," she stated. "It's not?" He tried to be as nonchalant as possible but found it hard not to be nervous with her so close to him after he'd just splattered her Mother's tits with his cum. She looked up at him as if trying to read his mind. He looked down at her imagining what it would be like to cum on her fat tits too. She looked down at his crotch and he followed her gaze. It was only then that he noticed the wet spot on the leg of his jeans ... the remnants of the semen that had dripped from his softening cock. She looked at the fire and he followed her gaze again. Her Mother's shirt wasn't completely burned yet and John hoped that Kristin wouldn't notice it and put 'two and two' together. "It's lunch time," she said as she turned and walked away. "You might wanna wash up first." John couldn't help liking her despite the fact that she was a little bit on the bitchy side - she was still hot. The experience he'd just had with his Aunt had opened a flood-gate of desire inside him. He didn't see the older of his two hot cousins as family now as much as he saw her as a sexy woman. The realization of that thought made him uncomfortable. "I'm going to hell," he said to himself. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Aunt Ellen's lunch was as good as her breakfast had been; mounds of cold cuts, hard rolls, and fried potatoes were laid out for them when they had all sat down to eat. John noticed that Uncle Bob only seemed to go through the motions of enjoying his lunch. The gnawing guilt that John felt now made him queasy but he forced himself to eat as well. Kristin and Karen picked at their food and exchanged meaningful glances the whole time. Ellen didn't seem bothered at all and acted the most normal of the whole group. Finally, it was Ellen who broke the silence. "You need to go get Dan, Bob." She poured him a glass of the milk they'd collected that morning and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure Cook County Jail would be the best place to start." "Or the morgue," he countered as he shoved a roll in his mouth. Ellen smacked him playfully on the back. "You're right," he conceded. He looked across the table at John but spoke to his wife. "I should head back up to Chicago tonight." Kristin and Karen flicked their eyes between John and their Father a few times before simultaneously pulling out their phones and disappearing into cyberspace. John felt like he was at the center of a storm he couldn't see or feel. He had the sudden urge to bolt. He looked over to his Aunt, who had taken a few trays to the sink, only to catch her holding his gaze meaningfully. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. She licked her lips seductively in response. John felt his cock thicken up and start to slide down his thigh again. Strangely, the guilt he'd been harboring seemed to suddenly slip away. He consoled himself with the thought that he was probably doing her a favor. She needed him to make her happy. "So, are we still goin' riding?" Karen asked her Father expectantly. Kristin glanced up from her phone to gauge his response to her Sister's question. "I mean, I would love to show John a thing or two." John almost burst into laughter when Kristin and her mother both shot evil glares at her. "I'm sure John would like that," Aunt Ellen replied in an even and measured tone. "Slut!" Kristin coughed into her sleeve just loud enough for only John and her younger Sister to hear. There was a bang under the table and Kristin jumped. "Soooorrrry!" Karen said to Kristin sarcastically; a wicked grin on her face. Kristin glared at her: "I'm sure John would prefer to stay behind and help Mom with the dishes rather than ride around in the middle of nowhere with us girls." Then she turned to face John. "Isn't that right?" John knew if he didn't do or say something fast, the whole situation would get unbearable, and soon. He steadied himself and smiled at Kristin: "I would love to go riding." "Awesome!" Karen pushed back her chair and stood up. "Then it's decided." "Awesome," Kristin agreed in a disagreeing way. Ellen forced a smile at her daughters and nodded: "Very well." Karen and Kristin stood up and brought their plates to Ellen at the sink. "Do me a favor," Aunt Ellen said to her daughters, "don't bring him back too wore out." The girls pushed and shoved each other as they headed out the kitchen door to get to their horses. Ellen turned her attention back to her husband: "You better get on the road, Bob. Dan might just be enjoying the company in his cell." Uncle Bob rose up from his chair so fast it nearly tipped over, grabbed his jacket from the hook by the door, and let the screen door slam as he made his way out. "Looks like you're stuck here with just us girls tonight, Handsome." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ They were on their second circuit around the pond a few miles behind the farm when Kristin suddenly tumbled from her mare. John jumped from his horse, wrapped the reins around the low branches of a tree and ran to her side. Karen rode after Kristin's horse and caught her a short way up the trail. "Are you okay?" Kristin held her knee and rocked as if she was in great pain so John pulled her under his arm and held her in an attempt to comfort her. "Is it broken?" "I doubt it!" Karen laughed. Kristin shot her the finger and snuggled under John's arm: "It huuuurts!" John rubbed her shoulder and held her close to him. Karen rolled her eyes and led her Sister's horse past them and back up the trail towards the farmhouse. "Don't worry, Bitch!" She called over her shoulder. "I'll put the horses up. You two can ride back on Candy together when you're ... all taken care of!" "Don't wait up!" Kristin shouted after her as she disappeared around the last bend in the trail. She smiled up at John for a moment before suddenly remembering how much pain she was supposed to be in. John moved her hands away from her knee to look for any damage. "Pull your jeans up," he told her, "so I can see." "No good," Kristin said, using his shoulder as leverage to hop up onto her good leg. John rose with her to steady her. "The only way you're gonna see it is if I pull my pants down." John felt his heart race and the excitement he'd felt in her Mother's room this morning returned with a vengeance. Kristin let go of his shoulder and steadied herself. "Are you ready?" She asked him. "Yes," he choked out. She undid her belt and unsnapped her pants. The loose jeans fell to her ankles. John looked down to see that she wasn't wearing panties ... and she was freshly shaven, bald and glistening. "See anything?" She asked demurely. "Does it look okay to you?" John nodded like an idiot. Kristin took his hand and guided it to her knee. He had to bend down to reach it and it just so happened that it brought him eye level with her beautiful little pink mound. He could smell the musk of her excitement and feel the trembling of her body through the fingers on her knee. Kristin stepped out of her jeans and pulled John to his feet by his face. "I know what will make it better," she said as she stepped backwards until she was backed against a tree and he was in front of her. "Do you want me to feel better?" John nodded stupidly again. "Then, fuck me," she ordered. "Really?" He asked, apparently still in the stupid zone. "News flash, Genius," she laughed. "When a girl tells you to fuck her ... you don't ask questions." He unzipped his pants and whipped out his stiffening penis so fast it almost hurt. She put her arms around his shoulders and hopped up to wrap her legs around his waist. His dick slid along her bald little steamy slit as she started to rotate her hips to grind her pelvis into his. "Ohhhhh," she moaned. "I want it inside me!" He held her up easily by her thick thighs as she reached between them to guide him into her hot creamy hole. She seemed to have trouble getting it all the way in ... only sliding down his shaft in tiny intense increments. He could feel her muscles slowly relaxing as he slid deeper inside her until finally, he hit bottom. "GODDAM!" She grunted when she realized there was no way he was going to fit entirely inside her. "That's a fucking big cock!" John was done with the foreplay. He was tired of being a virgin. He pinned her to the tree and fucked her for all he was worth - all ten seconds of it. When he came, Kristin pushed him away, dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. He ejaculated, jibbering like a maniac as he filled his Cousin's mouth with his hot sticky cum. She took it all, gulping once or twice to keep up with the flow. When he finally wound down, she turned her head and spit the remainder onto the ground. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ They rode together on the trail back to the farm on Candy. Kristin rode in the front with John's arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "We have to do this again, someday," John said hopefully. Kristin seemed to stiffen and John wondered if he hadn't done something to piss her off. "Don't you wanna fuck Karen?" She asked him. "What? She's just a kid," he chuckled nervously. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind." "I don't like jail." "She's legal, Dude. She turned eighteen last winter - if that's even what you're worried about, and it's not like she'd run her mouth anyway ... trust me." John laughed at the absurdity of it all. He was living a fantasy. It was a strange, twisted, taboo fantasy but it was a fantasy he'd never imagined could be real. His Aunt and Cousins were obviously as crazy as he was. How could any of this seem so normal to them. "Might as well roll with it," he thought to himself. "Maybe tonight," he offered, "maybe the three of us ..." Kristin looked over her shoulder and chuckled at him: "Please! You gotta crawl before you walk." "What are you sayin'?" "You need a little practice is all ..." "And I suppose you've practiced a lot?" John asked, half-hoping she would say no. Kristin didn't answer right away and in John's experience that meant she was cooking up a lie ... his Mother was from the same stock and he could always read her like a book. "You're not the only one with ... issues," she said. "What do you mean?" She pulled Candy to a stop and twisted around so that he had to lean back to avoid colliding foreheads with her. "This family is all fucked up. Not just us ... the whole family tree is twisted." "How?" He asked. "Look," Kristin said with a warning in her voice, "we had a little fun, okay? Just leave it at that." Kristin turned back around and kicked Candy into a trot. John was too busy trying not to fall off the horse to ask anymore questions ... just the way Kristin intended. When they finally reached the stable, Kristin slid off Candy with no indication that there was still any injury from her fall on the trail. "Go put her up," she said, rubbing the horses jowls, "and don't forget to brush her first." She smiled wickedly at him. "The only thing that don't get rode hard and put up wet around here is the horses." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dinner was awkward. There was a huge and unusual silence between Karen and Kristin; John was sure he knew what it was. Ellen was the only one who seemed to be able to ignore the White Elephant and went about getting her family fed with her usual efficiency. When the chicken, steamed vegetables, and mashed potatoes were gone, the girls excused themselves. Kristin took her phone into the living room and Karen went up the stairs to her room. John pushed the remnants of his vegetables around on his plate. He was stalling, hoping to get a moment with his Aunt. One part of him wanted to ask her some questions, the other part of him wanted to stick his cock in her and fill her with semen the way he'd filled up her eldest daughter's mouth on the trail by the pond. Both parts needed her attention. Incestory: Saving the Farm "Bring me your plate," she ordered him. He caught her glaze in the reflection of the window over the sink. It was dark outside and the kitchen light had turned it into a mirror. She smiled at him, set the plate she was drying down, and leaned forward so he could make out her cleavage in the reflection. He brought his plate to her, lingering by her side, his hip pressed to hers. "Listen," she said quietly, "I'm goin' to take Kristin into town with me for an hour or so." John felt a pang of guilt and hoped the two of them wouldn't start comparing notes. "Why don't you keep Karen company." John watched her eyes in the window. Her gaze was unwavering. They held a look of insistence. "Why don't I go in to town with you instead," John said as he ran his hand over his Aunt's wide firm ass, "we could make it two hours." She smiled like he'd asked her to the prom but shook her head no after a pause. "Bob and Dan will be back soon," she said, as if it mattered, "you might not get another chance." He looked at her quizzically. "I don't understand." She turned her gaze back to the window and put his plate under the running water. "You don't have to," she said. "Just do what I tell you and it will all work out okay?" She grabbed a hand towel and dried her hands. Then she rubbed the towel over her neck and collar. She unbuttoned a few of her top buttons, like she had in her bedroom this morning, and ran the towel across the top of her breasts as if she were wiping away moisture. John knew that the sight was meant to entice him and bend him to her will at the same time. He was also sure that she liked him appreciating her. She wasn't a Spring Chicken anymore and he was sure that the lust in his eyes was far more valuable to her now than it would have been in her younger days. "Fine," he chuckled, "I'll do it for you - if it makes you happy." "Great!" She forced a smile, "It would make me ... happy." "When I see you again," he ran his hand up her back and under her hair to massage her neck, "I have a few questions." She nodded and relaxed a little, enjoying the kneading of his fingers at the base of her skull. "Just follow my lead tonight," she moaned, "and I will make sure you get your answers ... whatever you want from me .. It's yours." He leaned in and breathed into her ear: "Deal." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Karen was waiting for him when he knocked on her bedroom door a few minutes after Kristin and her Mother had left in their old pickup truck. "Come in," she said. He opened the door and stuck his head in. She sat on the edge of her bed. She was wearing a long white men's t-shirt, her thick bare legs were crossed at the knee. The material was thin and he could easily make out the outline of her large tits and erect nipples. She had combed her rich auburn hair and wore it down so that it cascaded around her shoulders. She'd made herself up, dark eye-shadow and pink lip gloss, subtle rouge on her cheeks. John took her in and stepped into the room. She swept her eyes over him and smiled. "Wow," he exclaimed, "you look ... nice." "Thanks," she said and smiled shyly. "Your Mom wants me to keep you company," he said, "You wanna watch a movie or something." She blushed and lost composure for a moment before clearing her throat and patting the bed next to her, encouraging him to sit next to her. He sat next to her on the bed. His weight tipped her and she leaned into him. He put his arm around her and brushed her bangs away from her face. She placed her hand over his to hold his palm to her cheek. "John," she said quietly, "I'm sorry." He pulled his hand away and leaned back. "Sorry for what?" "I'm sorry for the way Kristin ... acts towards you." Kristin had given up the pussy. John was sure that Karen didn't have to apologize for that. The way he figured it, he had used her. "She's not really a bitch. She's just ... had a hard time lately." "It's okay," he assured her. She looked up at him with a strange look on her face. "Do you think I'm pretty?" She asked demurely, changing the subject back to herself. He looked down into her big brown eyes and smiled. "Beautiful!" He assured her again. "Do you want to ... do you want me?" John was a little taken aback but like Kristin had told him this afternoon ... when a girl wants you to fuck her - you don't ask questions. "Yes," he replied, "more than you can imagine." She scooted back on the bed with her back to the piled up pillows at the headboard and spread her legs. The T-shirt slid up her thighs to reveal her fat little neatly-trimmed pussy and pink slit. "I'm not like Kristin." Karen stated. "No," he stammered, "I know you're not ... you're ... sweet." She averted her eyes for a second then looked back at him, leaning back over the pillows, arching her back so that her fat titties stretched the material of her night-shirt. "I really do like you," she ran the fingers of both hands through her thick red hair to spread it across the pillows. "I always have." John's cock stiffened so fast he thought he'd rip his pants. "I used to think about you all the time after the first summer you stayed with us." Karen reached between her legs and began to slowly rotate her fingers over her clit. John watched the display for a second before looking up her body to her eyes. She was watching him intently. He looked back between her legs just as she slid a finger into herself. "I always thought you were a nice guy," she said, "I want to do this with you." "I would hope so," he replied, "considering the situation." She seemed to laugh and sob at the same time. "I'm ready," she said. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ John guessed that what they were doing was what they called making love. It wasn't like the tug-job his Aunt had given him or the pin-the-girl-to-the-tree kind of fuck he'd had with Kristin. This was tender and sweet, slow and comfortable, warm and sticky. He kissed the top of her head gently as he rolled his hips between her legs so that his massive dick slid in and out of her at a constant rate. She moaned into his chest and gripped the skin of his back as he moved inside her. She'd winced with pain when he'd entered her but he made sure to give her time to relax and accept as much of him as she could. Now she pushed back against him eager to keep trying to take him entirely inside her despite the fact she knew it wasn't physically possible. Somehow, he managed not to cum right away like he had with Kristin. He wanted to please her ... that made him focus and helped him maintain control. Eventually, though he'd tried his best to make it last, he could feel his orgasm spinning up and he began to thrust a little more aggressively. She sensed his rising urgency and matched him stroke for stroke until he was up on his hands and toes and she was arching her back to meet him in a furious attempt to reach that plateau together. She came first, squealing and clawing at him, he froze and waited until she was finally able to relax from her ecstasy before pushing her down into the mattress and grinding out his own orgasm into her. When he came, she cried out with each spurt as he grunted and jerked. There was so much cum it dripped out of her and pooled in the sheets beneath her ass. They lay together in silence for a few minutes, catching their breath and giggling in pleasure into each other's ears before Karen pushed on his shoulders to indicate he should get off her. "Get out of here and get cleaned up," she said as he rolled off of her. "They'll be back soon." He looked into her eyes and saw the closest thing to love he'd seen in a woman's eyes since his Mother had died. "Don't!" Karen gasped. "Please." "Don't ... what?" He asked. She averted her gaze and covered her face with her hands. "Don't fall in love with me," she warned him. "We had our fun, okay?" John rolled off the bed and found his jeans. She was blowing him off just like Kristin had on the trail earlier. "Don't worry about that," he said in a hurt-tinged voice, pulled on his pants, and left the room. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ He must have fallen asleep because when he woke up it was past midnight. He heard a noise and looked towards the door. It was swinging open quietly and he could make out Ellen slipping into the room. She moved quickly and quietly to the side of the bed and knelt down. She wore a long fleece night-shirt that rode up to expose her thick legs when she did. "You awake?" she asked him. "Yeah," he mumbled reaching over to run his fingers over the skin of her thigh. "Get in here," he said and lifted up the blankets for her. She crawled into her Son's bed with her Nephew and slipped under the covers with him. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ They kissed for a few minutes as he ran his hands over her breasts and she fondled his cock. The fingers on his cock eventually drove him to the point where lust filled him and he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled her onto her back by her hair and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs to accomodate him. "Wait!" She said urgently. "What?" His voice was husky from lust. She held him still for a moment. "Bob and Dan are going to stay in Chicago for the week," she kissed his lips gently, "that means I'm going to need you at a hundred percent. We gotta lot of work to do." John nodded his understanding but couldn't control how excited he was. A WHOLE week with his horny Aunt and Cousins? How much luckier could he get. He pulled the covers away so he could see his Aunt's body. She sat up and slid the nightie off over her head and slung it across the room. John slid his fingers under the straps of her cotton panties and slid them off. Ellen lifted her legs so he could pull them off. When she was naked, he sat back and jerked on his cock over her hairy red bush and admired her giant tits and thick torso. She watched him jerk off and licked her lips while pinching and tugging on her nipples. She was enjoying him watching her and jerking off. Eventually he lowered himself down and aimed his cock at her glistening hole. She gripped his shaft and guided him in. Her pussy was steaming hot and slick. He slid in all the way to the hilt and gasped at the sensation. At least his Aunt could take him all the way in. "Oh, God," he cried out and came without warning. "SHIT! I'm sorry!" Ellen grabbed his ass and pulled him into her as he ejaculated: "It's okay, Honey!" He thrust each spurt of cum into her with a grunt until he finally wound down. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his temple as he relaxed down onto her soft body. She rolled him off of her so that he lay on his back. She slid down his body and grasped his softening cock. She began to stroke him, her experienced fingers bringing him back to full readiness within a few seconds. She looked up at him and smiled: "Let's see what we can do about this." He watched her as she slid the tip of his penis into her mouth and then fell back into the pillows as his Aunt sucked on him. When she was satisfied he was ready, she slid back up his body and guided him back into her. She was twice as slippery with his cum filling her and he slid into her with ease. He held onto her thighs as she slowly ground on top of him until she was squirming in ecstasy and grinding out her own orgasm on him. When she peaked, John felt himself rushing up to meet her, and as she bucked and moaned on top of him, he thrust and planted his second burst of seed inside her. It didn't occur to him until after she was gone that if he could hear the girls in the next room talking the night before, then there was no way that they didn't hear him giving their Mother his cock. He had to assume that Ellen didn't care. If his Aunt didn't care ... then he wasn't going to worry about it. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next day, neither Kristin nor Karen seemed interested in being around him. The tension at Breakfast was thick and they all ate in silence until it came time to assign chores. Ellen sent him off alone and at first he was a little put off about it - but then he figured it was probably for the best. He guessed that you couldn't fuck a woman and her children all in the same day and not have some kind of stress. The fact they were family could only add another layer of tension that wouldn't have existed otherwise. Ellen pulled him aside after lunch, after the girls had left to resume their work, and let him feel up her tits while they made out in the bathroom for a few minutes. She assured him that she would visit him at night and that he shouldn't worry too much about the girls. It was a little disappointing but his Aunt's willingness to keep the love going was more than enough to get him by. He decided to keep his head down and mind his work. They fell into a routine over the next week. Karen and Kristin went on with their days as if nothing had happened that first day and gradually they became a little more polite to him. He'd pushed his luck and tried to talk to Kristin a few times when they'd mucked the stables but she was cold and brushed him off. He'd managed to corner Karen in the cow-shed the next morning and tried to kiss her but she'd broken into tears and pushed him away. He decided then that it was best to continue to leave her alone. Aunt Ellen came by his room every night, as she'd promised, and he had to be satisfied with that. The girls weren't playing along anymore but their Mother was more than willing to pick up the slack. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ John wasn't awake when his Uncle and Cousin returned at the end of the week so he was a little surprised when he came down for Breakfast and the two of them were at the table with the girls. Ellen caught his eye as he walked into the kitchen and nodded to his seat for him to sit down. Kristin and Karen didn't bother to acknowledge him. "Hey there, Junior!" Dan said and rose to shake his hand. "Been enjoyin' the farm life, huh?" John nodded and sat down. Uncle Bob fixed him with a serious look. "We went by the Lawyer's office yesterday," Bob informed him. "It looks like we're gonna have the reading on Monday." John was surprised. He was sure that he would have all the money he needed to move on with his life ... but now ... he wasn't sure he wanted to leave just yet. Karen jumped from her seat and ran to the bathroom just off the kitchen and they could all hear her vomit violently. Ellen grabbed a towel off of the counter and made her way to the bathroom to assist her. "Damn," Dan said, "Maybe we shouldn't eat the bacon!" Kristin grabbed the bacon from his plate and stuffed it into her mouth: "I'm sure it aint the bacon." She shot John a wicked grin. John looked at her confused and she rolled her eyes at him. He thought for a moment before the light went on in his skull and he realized what was wrong ... Karen had Morning Sickness. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "What are we gonna do?" He asked Ellen as she ran his fingers over his cock as they lay together in his bed. It was a few hours before dawn, a time they'd figured that Dan and her Husband were the least likely to wake up and catch them in their incestuous affair. "We aren't going to do anything," she replied, referring to him. "I'll tell Bob that she had a secret boyfriend and he left for Iraq or some bullshit like that." She kissed him gently on the cheek and slid her leg over him to get better leverage on his dick as she stroked him to readiness. "What if they figure it out?" She guided him into her sopping bush and slid down on top of him until her clit was pressed into his pelvis. "You just worry about taking care of me right now," she moaned into his ear. "Let me worry about my Daughter." He was a little hurt at the dismissal but satisfied with her response as well. He decided that she was right. He would worry about the moment, and at the moment, the best thing to do was concentrate on relieving the pressure building up in his balls into his Aunt. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ They sat in the Lawyer's office in a row of chairs lined up in front of the lawyers desk. Bob and Dan sat on the ends. Ellen sat next to Dan and the girls flanked John. The lawyer was not what John expected. She was young and pretty, her blonde hair done up in a professional do. "So let's get started ...," the lawyer said. She read through the boring parts until John felt like he was going to fall asleep. When she got to the part about how the estate would be divided he sat up in his chair in expectation. He noticed the rest of the family did as well. "... so it is in the interest of the Fitzgerald Family that the Estate be divided as follows: All assetts shall be divided equally between my Son, Johnathon Fitzgerald, and the Mother or Mothers of any children of my Son." Bob clapped for joy and Dan hooted. Kristin remained motionless and Karen buried her head in her hands. Aunt Ellen looked over at John with an expression that seemed to hold relief, guilt, and sadness all at the same time. John was confused ... why were his Uncle and Cousin so excited. What had just happened? The Lawyer fixed John with her gaze to get his attention: "At this point in this proceeding I must interject the court's recent ruling on the petition filed with the court concerning this Estate." John's head swirled ... what the hell was she talking about? "Seeing as it has been determined that Karen ...," the Lawyer glanced up from the paper for a moment before continuing. "... that Karen Fitzgerald's petition to the court to have the determination made that she is with child and that it has been determined that Johnathon Fitzgerald is the Father of the child; then it is the duty of the court to have the Estate divided between Johnathon Fitzgerald and Karen Fitzgerald." Dan jumped from his seat and Bob rose with him. They hugged each other and laughed. Karen bolted from the room and Kristin pulled out her phone to text someone. Ellen stood and walked over to John, grabbed his hand, and pulled him from the office to follow after Karen. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "I'm SORRY!" Karen bawled into her fists when she saw John and Ellen come down the steps. "John, I swear ... I didn't want to do it but ...," she looked at her Mother, "we were gonna lose the farm!" John stopped in his tracks and Ellen tugged him, forcing him down the steps, until the three of them stood together. She let go of John and wrapped her arms around Karen and kissed her head motherly, trying to sooth her crying baby. "He hates me, Mom!" Karen bawled. "I know it!" "No, Baby," Ellen cooed and fixed John with a stare. "You know he doesn't." John put it all together. Uncle Bob was going to lose the farm. The only way he could get his hands on his Brother's money was to make sure that John knocked up one of his daughters. They were cousins and that wouldn't be too far off the moral scale for them to make a claim for half of his money. John let it sink in before he made a decision. He took Karen away from Ellen and hugged her to his chest. "Please don't hate me!" She cried. John held her tight and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, Karen," he assured her. "I don't hate you." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. It had all came together in a flash: He knew Ellen had been the one to put the plan into action ... to lead him to her Daughter's bed to take his money. She'd continued to fuck him to keep him happy ... and maybe as backup in case he hadn't knocked up one of her Daughters. Incestory: Saving the Farm She knew enough about Husbandry and Women's menstrual cycles to figure out when the best time to set him up with her Daughters would be. Kristin was going off to college ... she wouldn't want to get pregnant ... that's why she'd swallowed his jizz instead of letting him cum in her on the trail. "Really?" She asked him. "Really," he assured her again. "As a matter of fact," he looked at Ellen, "I think we should get married and move back East together where no one knows us and we can raise our child without any stigmas." Karen and Ellen gasped in unison. "No!" Ellen interjected, "You can't do that!" Karen truly cared about him. She'd played along with her Mother's plan but she'd wanted to be with him. She'd only brushed him off because she cared and she was hurt that she was planning to hurt him. Karen hugged him tight and laughed: "Let's go!" Just at the moment, as if by providence, a cab pulled up to the curb. John grabbed Karen by the arm and led her to the cab. They could get back to the farm and pack Karen up and be on their way tonight. He looked back to see Bob, Dan, and Kristin coming down the stairs. Ellen looked over her shoulder at them then turned back to watch her Nephew and Daughter climbing into the cab. She seemed to make a decision and dashed after them. "Wait! John! Wait!" She slid to a stop at the door. "Please! Just listen to me for one second!" "What?" John snapped, anxious to make the getaway with his prize. Ellen grabbed his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He didn't resist at first but reason jolted him back to reality a moment later. John pulled away and fixed her with a stare intended to convey his anger at her. Her eyes flickered with shame when she realized he'd figured out her game. "I want to come with you!" She grabbed his hand in hers. "Please! I want to be with you!" She looked at her Daughter then back to John. "You promised me that you wouldn't hate me ... you remember that, don't you? That first day in the cow-shed!" John nodded. He did remember. He also remembered the nights they shared and what a great piece of ass his Aunt was. Maybe he was thinking with his cock but at that moment, he didn't have the time to sort it out. "I'm not a bad cook either!" She added with a glint in her eye. "And you know that I know how to make a man happy! Please! I can't live with those assholes anymore! Not if my girls are gone!" John scooted over to make room for her. She jumped in and pulled the door shut behind her. "Where to?" The cabbie started pulling away from the cab as Uncle Bob and Cousin Dan ran down the sidewalk after them. "Just drive for a minute!" John replied. "They're coming!" Ellen warned. Karen and John spun around in their seats. Ellen ducked down, afraid that her Husband and Son might actually catch up to them. John looked for Kristin and saw her standing on her tip-toes at the curb where they'd caught the cab. She was laughing hysterically and waving goodbye like she was seeing off the Titanic. "You know what?" Karen said, turning back around and snuggling under John's arm. "We got plenty of money now ... we don't need to go back to the farm." "I never wanna see that place again," Ellen assured her. "Thank you, John," she said to him, "I swear, I will never deceive you again." John put his other arm around his Aunt and pulled her close. "Take us to the airport."