18 comments/ 140263 views/ 157 favorites My Sexy Family Ch. 01 By: The_Unicorn From the author: The incest/taboo categorization for this chapter is due to a brother/sister relationship. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it. If you do like it, please give me a good rating and leave me a note. I love to hear from my fans! * "Joe, can I trust you to look out for your sister?" my dad asked. "Of course," I replied as I leaned back a bit on the nicely-cushioned couch in my parents' spacious living room. "Good," he said, mirroring me by leaning back on the other section of the couch. "Because, she's eighteen now and she's been pretty tough to handle for the last few years. She doesn't confide in me anymore but she talks to you, doesn't she?" I nodded. Being four years older, I had moved away when she was fourteen, but she texted me every day, and I came back to visit every few weeks, so we stayed very close. I knew things about her life that my dad didn't really want to know. He smiled in relief at that. He was obviously really worried about her. I asked, "She's been less confrontational just in the last month since she graduated, don't you think?" "I suppose so," he nodded. "Still, it could just be a summer thing." My dad, Jamie, was a big man, six-four and two-forty. At forty-eight years old he was about twenty pounds overweight but still quite an imposing presence. To think that he was having such an issue with little Allyson, who was all of five-three and one-ten soaking wet, almost made me chuckle. "So, how's the new job? It's been two weeks, right?" he asked me, changing the subject. "Yes, sir, that's right. Yesterday, Friday, was two weeks. It's good. It's work," I replied. "Still laying asphalt down Highway 112?" I nodded. "I mostly direct traffic through the construction, holding up a sign and all, but sometimes they rotate me in with a shovel. I haven't driven any of the big trucks yet." "Well, you're welcome to stay with us as long as you need to," he said. "I'm not saying that just because I want you to watch out for Allyson. Our door is always open, Son. Stay and save up your money." I smiled at that. My dad was a big softie. I had tried to make it on my own in Houston four years prior, but, after three and a half years, the jobs dried up and I had to move back home. Though I was twenty-two and living at home I didn't feel like a failure. My parents simply loved me and supported me. I knew I'd be back on my feet soon. There were many people out of work of late. I had been lucky to find the construction job. Dad pulled the baseball game up on the big screen and we sat around for a while, relaxing after having mowed the lawn earlier. The lawn was about an acre but the two of us took only an hour to get it all done, including edging and hedge trimming. After about an hour into the baseball game, Mom and Allyson came home from grocery shopping. We heard the truck pull up and stop. Dad paused the game and we both got up to go lug the groceries in. Instead of heading out the front door in the living room, I led the way through the big kitchen and out the back door. The trailer my parents lived in was the biggest that money could buy. It had five bedrooms and three bathrooms, with a huge living room, dining room, and kitchen. They also had built a huge deck onto the back. We ventured out onto the desk and down the stairs toward the truck. Out of the truck, and breezing past me with two small bags in her left hand, strode my little sister Allyson. She wore her white tennis shoes, blue jeans, and an old white tee-shirt which read 'What part of Go Away don't you understand?' Though she was very slim, the shirt was still a little small for her as it was stretched tightly over her small bra-clad tits. "Have fun?" I asked. She shook her head with an exasperated expression on her cute little face. Her short black hair was a bit askew and her blue eyes weary as she complained, "We were in there for two whole hours." She didn't stop to chat, heading into the house. Next I passed my mom, Sharron, as she told me, "Don't forget the drinks in the back." Then, to Dad, she said "Remind me to never shop Wal-Mart at noon on a Saturday." Despite being harried and toting several heavy bags, my mom was as beautiful as ever. Though she was the same age as Dad, she didn't look it. She was five-ten and slim, with huge breasts that stretched any shirt she wore. In this case she wore jeans and a pink blouse with a neckline that can only be described as plunging because of her big tits. He skin was clear and pale, and, like Allyson, her hair was short and black. Dad grabbed the rest of the groceries while I lugged the drinks out of the back of the truck. They were heavy but I was able to make it in one trip. Though not as big as Dad, I'm six-two and one-eighty with enough muscle to handle the case of water and four 12-packs of drinks. Working construction kept me in shape, but during my five months of unemployment I had done odd jobs around the house to keep fit. After lugging the drinks and groceries into the kitchen, Dad and I returned to the living room to find Allyson in Dad's seat, remote in hand, flipping through the channels. I sat on the couch as Dad shooed Allyson from his seat. "Oh come on, I had the game paused," he complained. "It's on the other tuner, I didn't mess up your game," Allyson replied indignantly as she got up and let Dad sit down. Once he flipped it back to the other tuner and breathed a sigh of relief, he said, "There it is. Good." "See?" she taunted as she turned and looked at me. She flashed me a smile and then sat on my lap, her right arm over my shoulder and her legs stretched out on the rest of the couch to my right. I outweighed Allyson by over seventy-pounds and was ten inches taller than her, so having her sit on my lap was a normal thing for us. We had always been close. Our whole family was physically affectionate and quite close, but I was especially close to my little sister. Besides, it helped us look each other in the eyes when we needed to talk. Still, being her big brother I had to tease her. I complained, "Geez, Sis, you might want to lay off the deserts for a while." "Joe Peeler, are you calling me fat? Because I think you're just all tired out from getting the groceries. Look at how sweaty and gross you are? But, did I say anything about that? No," she said. "I'm not tired. It's July in Louisiana, and I got hot outside," I protested. "I think you're just putting on a few pounds." Allyson leaned back a bit, lifted up the bottom of her tee-shirt, and said, "Look at that. Not an ounce of fat!" I looked at her pale flat stomach, her muscles clearly outlined as she held herself up. There was no fat on her and I knew it. Her stomach was firm and sexy. Still, I said, "Hmm, let's see. How about there? Or there?" I teased as I poked at her stomach and side. Allyson giggled as I began to tickle her. "Can I count your ribs? Let's see, there's one and two and..." I said as I worked my hand up her side. I made sure that it didn't slide up under her shirt but instead worked up the outside. Allyson tried to fend off my hand with her left arm but couldn't as she giggled and squirmed atop my lap. Her squirming on my lap made my eight-inch-long two-and-a-half-inch-wide cock hard inside my jeans within seconds but I ignored it. It was restrained by the denim and it wouldn't be that noticeable. I slowed and then stopped the tickling to give my dick a chance to go back down. I didn't really think anything of it as I got hard for lots of reasons, but I knew the reaction I'd get if anyone noticed. Dad complained, "I'm trying to watch the game. If you two are going to horse around, please go somewhere else." Allyson replied, "Yes sir." Then, to me, she said, "Be a good brother and carry me to my room so I can change into something cooler." I laughed and said, "I think you should walk and work off some of those donuts you ate last night." "I only had one," she protested. "Up , up, up-" I said, as I pinched her little bottom. I admit that I did enjoy that because her ass fit into those jeans like a glove and her butt was firm against my fingers. My cock became rock hard again. As she squirmed out of my lap and to her feet, I leaned forward to hide the bulge in my pants. She said, "Fine, be that way. I guess you're too weak to carry me." I pretended to stand up, causing her to squeal and run down the hall to her bedroom. I didn't actually get up because of the bulge in my pants. It would take a minute or two for it to go back down. * * * A few hours later, after the baseball game had concluded, I was in my room, sitting up in bed, though reclined just a bit on some pillows, with my laptop on a table beside my bed. I had my ear buds in my ears and plugged into my laptop as I surfed for porn on the internet. I had changed into a light tee-shirt and shorts, my feet bare. Finding a good video, I unzipped my shorts and fished my hard cock out into the open. I felt so wicked because my door was unlocked; even though I knew that everyone respected my privacy and would knock first. Still, I pulled my comforter up beside my hip so I could whip it over my legs and crotch, if necessary. The scene was five minutes long, according to the embedded player, and featured a man really giving it to this pretty girl. She was telling him how good it felt and encouraging him to give it to her harder. Her dirty talk really turned me on and I began slowly stroking my cock. Nothing turned me on more than a woman talking dirty. I also enjoyed hearing a woman come when it wasn't a fake one. I thought I had gotten pretty good at determining the difference. Now, I hadn't had a date in eight months; not since I had broken up with my last girlfriend, Lily. We had split up two months before I lost my job in Houston and moved back home. Chet, the best friend I had made since moving to Houston, had told me that she had been cheating on me with him. After I broke his nose and confronted her, she admitted it. So, Internet porn was how I chose to entertained myself as I still hadn't found anyone in town that I was really that interested in. We lived in DeRidder, Louisiana. Though it was a small town, there were women around that I could have pursued. I didn't know if I was too picky or just a little gun-shy after Lily. Either way, spending a lazy Saturday afternoon alone was my choice. As they fucked on the little laptop screen, I stroked myself in a leisurely fashion. I usually watched a few videos before I made myself come. Then, just as the woman on the video announced that she was going to come and the man began really pounding the shit out of her, my door opened. "Hey," I exclaimed, hoping to delay the door opening as I released my dick and yanked the comforter over my legs and hard throbbing cock. My own voice was loud in my ears because of the ear buds. The door continued to push open but slowly enough that I was able to cover myself before Allyson could see my cock. As I pulled my ear buds from my ears and pulled the laptop closed I asked, "Did you forget how to knock?" "I did knock," she replied. She had changed into shorts and a light tee-shirt that read 'Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.' "What were you listening to?" "Just some music," I lied. "What do you want?" She got a pouty look on her face and said, "Nothing, I'll talk to you later." Though my cock still throbbed and I wanted to see the end of that video, I knew that both would wait. I took a deep breath and said, "Wait, wait. I'm sorry I snapped at you. Come on in and talk to me." Allyson looked at me with her pretty blue eyes, assessing my sincerity. Then she swung the door open wide and walked right up and sat on the bed beside me. "I really did knock," she muttered. "I didn't hear you. It's okay. What do you need?" I asked. "Why are you in bed? You look flushed. Are you okay?" she asked instead. I nodded and said, "I'm fine, what's up?" Allyson shrugged and said, "Well, I need a favor." "What sort of favor?" She took a deep breath and starting talking, slowly at first but then she built up speed so quickly that I could barely follow. She said, "Well, see Melissa wanted me to go see this concert at Coushatta with her and Lisa but I told her that I didn't have the money and I'd have to ask Mom and Dad but then Mom and Dad said that since I had graduated they weren't giving me an allowance and I only have thirty dollars saved and the concert costs seventy but I still asked them if I could go if I could get the money and they said that as long as I didn't borrow the money from you that I was old enough to go but that you needed to drive me!" By the time she was finished, I had no idea what she had just said or where the favor lay in all of that. I did understand the last bit so I asked, "So, you need me to drive you somewhere? Is that the favor?" She nodded and said, "To Coushatta to see Bocephus next month. That's a favor, but not THE favor." I sighed, "What's THE favor?" Inhaling deeply again, she began, "The tickets went on sale yesterday and I need money to get the tickets and Mom and Dad said I can't borrow it from you and I know that you wouldn't let me borrow it unless you told Mom and Dad so I only have one choice to get the money-" "What's the favor?" I interrupted. "Can you help me find a job?" she asked a little sheepishly. I looked at her quizzically. Why hadn't she just asked that? "Of course." A huge smiled beamed from her face, her perfect white teeth sparkling in the afternoon light. "Oh my god, that would be so fucking awesome-" she began. I cut her off and said, "But, you know, even if you get a job on Monday the tickets will probably be sold out by the time you finally have the money. Assuming they aren't sold out already." Her face dropped. "They're not sold out; I just checked. But, you're right; they probably will be sold out soon." Before she could respond, I said, "Tell you what, I'll talk to Dad about loaning you the money to get the tickets with the promise that you pay it back before the concert. If you don't pay it back before the concert, you'll have to sell your ticket." Allyson leapt to her feet and said, "Oh my god, you are the best brother in the whole fucking world." Then, she jumped on the bed, straddled my lap, and hugged me at tightly as she could. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back. My cock had deflated but it was quickly coming to attention again. I knew she couldn't feel it through the thick soft comforter but the fact that she was squirming her shorts-clad pussy down against my dick with only three inches of comforter between us made me so hard that within seconds I could feel it throbbing with desire. "I love you so much," she whispered to me before she broke the hug and kissed me firmly, but briefly, on the lips. She sat back a bit, unknowingly pressing her pussy down with all her weight firmly against the underside of my hard prick. "I love you, too, Sis," I told her as I rested my hands as naturally and innocently as possible on her hips. My mind raced with forbidden thoughts as I felt her lithe little body straddling my hips, my hard cock throbbing up against her pussy through the comforter, and my hands on her hips ready to guide her up and down my shaft. I felt so ashamed to think such forbidden thoughts about fucking the shit out of my little sister. Still, the wickedness of the thoughts, and the way she squirmed against me, made my cock even harder. "Okay, you talk to Dad and let me know what he says," she said, hopping out of bed, dashing across the room, stepping out into the hall, and closing the door behind her. Then she opened the door again, poked her head in, and said, "Did I already mention that I think you are the best brother in the whole fucking world?" I smiled at her. "Yes, but don't let Mom hear you talking like that." "Never," she said with a smile as she pulled the door closed. I didn't really need the movie in order to finish jacking off but I flipped up the laptop and watched it anyway; if for no other reason than to convince myself that I was just horny in general and wasn't specifically turned on by my little sister. * * * The next day, Sunday, while Mom and Dad were at Stine getting some lumber to build a chicken coop, Allyson invited her friends over. I had never been home when they came by so I had never met them, but if I was going to drive them all to Coushatta, the nearest Native American casino, for the Hank Williams Jr. concert I needed to, at least, meet them first. Not worrying much about impressing her friends, since I was the one doing them a favor, I just wore my shorts and my blue 'South Park' tee-shirt. The floor stayed clean in the trailer so walking around barefoot in the house was not a problem. I set up my small folding table and laptop in the living room. Prompted by the knock at the door, Allyson came dashing down the hall, through the living room, and pulled open the front door. She was dressed in a black blouse and shorts, but barefoot. I stood up to greet her friends as she let them into the house. Though it was just her classmates, I was always taught to be polite. So, even though I hadn't dressed up, rudely remaining seated was not an option. "Hey, come on in," Allyson said. As her two friends walked into the living room and Allyson pulled the door behind them she added, "This is my brother, Joe. He's going to help us get the tickets." "Hi, I'm Lisa," the first one said to me as she reached out her hand to me. She was about five-nine which was half a foot taller than Allyson but still almost half a foot shorter than me. She seemed about average weight for her height, around one-forty, but what made the biggest impact on me was her hair. It was red, more orange than red really, and it was long and curly. It poofed out on top of her head and flowed all over from there. She wore tight jeans and a lacy pink blouse with a plunging neckline that showed off her pale and heavily freckled chest as well as her firm average-sized breasts. I had already been briefed by Allyson that they were both eighteen but I was surprised at how much older Lisa looked. She shook my hand firmly as I told her, "Nice to finally meet you. Allyson talks about ya'll all the time." Yes, we say ya'll in Louisiana. Lisa gave me a smile as the taller girl beside her said, "Allyson talks about you all the time, too. It's always Joe-this and Joe-that. I'm Melissa by the way." Melissa was a total knockout. I could feel my cock wanting to tent my shorts just at the sight of her. She was five-ten and one-fifteen, skinny in her painted-on jeans, but she had breasts so big that they threatened to pop every button on the white dress-shirt she wore. Her long hair was died a bright pink color and was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing numerous ear piercings. Her face was just beautiful, despite my eyes being inexorably drawn to her massive tits. Without waiting for me to respond she asked Allyson, "Did your Dad get a new TV?" "No, he just moved it." Figuring that Allyson would not be very happy if I hooked up with one of her friends I tried not to even think about it as a possibility. Still, they were both very attractive and I couldn't help wondering what it would be like. I returned to my laptop and tried to get my dick under control. Nobody seemed to notice anything strange so I didn't worry about it. I turned on yawcam on my laptop, pulled up the website for the concert, and announced that they could look at it while I used the bathroom. Now, yawcam is software that I use to record video off my webcam. I can't afford an iPhone or anything to stream it to but it did allow to me to record what happens when I'm out of a room. I regularly used it to monitor my bedroom to make sure Mom or Allyson didn't sneak in. I trust them but Allyson had borrowed my stuff before. So, if I was going to be out of the room I wanted to make sure they didn't do anything sneaky with my laptop. Besides, having a video of Melissa might substitute for a porn video sometime. She was that fucking hot. My Sexy Family Ch. 01 They waited for me to slip into one of the bathrooms down the hall before they started talking. I could hear the murmur of conversation but I couldn't understand a word. As I used the bathroom and thought about how hot the girls were, I realized that ever since I had broken up with Lily I had developed trust issues. I really only trusted my family. I wanted a recording of what these girls said and did behind my back to see if it matched up with what they told me to my face. We hadn't discussed anything yet and maybe there would be no call to use it but I felt better for having it. I worked construction, so I wasn't some computer genius or anything. The software was really simple to use and it was free. On my computer I knew how to do three things. Buy stuff, find porn, and download free software. I took my time but eventually made my way back to the living room. The girls were gathered around the laptop talking to each other about the concert. When they noticed me they spread out and let me sit down on the couch. "So, have you decided what you want to do?" I asked causally. "Yeah, we want tickets in this section right here," Lisa told me, pointing at a section on of the venue map that I had previously pulled up on my computer. "Okay," I said. "Dad gave me his credit card and told me to get the cash from you two so you can get your seats together. Placing three different orders will probably spread ya'll out." Both girls thought it was a reasonable arrangement and they handed me their cash. I pulled up the order form and started to put in the request for three tickets. Allyson said, "Dad didn't tell you to order four?" "Four? Why would I order four?" I asked. Allyson rolled her eyes and said, "I'm not letting you drive us out there and then have you sit in the fucking casino while we go to the concert. You're coming with us!" I shook my head. "I can't afford that. I've just started my new job and-" "I'm paying for it," Allyson said. The she smiled at me and said, "With the new job you are going to help me get." Everyone laughed at that, even me. I was shocked, but that was my little sister. I couldn't remember a time that I didn't love her. Even as children, I was four years older and I always protected her. She had always been nice to me right back. I didn't know what I would have done without her. "So, change it to four," Allyson instructed. I changed it to four and ordered the tickets. Just then Mom and Dad returned from Stine. I closed my laptop and went to help them. I didn't even think about the recording I had made. * * * Finding a job for Allyson proved to be more challenging than I had anticipated. I figured a pretty girl like her would be able to get a job anywhere but times were tough and it took a week and a half before she got an offer to work as a waitress at Fausto's, a Mexican restaurant in town. She would only get a couple bucks an hour but I figured she'd be rolling in tip money. She told me about her getting the job on the Tuesday two weeks after we had bought the concert tickets. The concert was still three weeks away and so there was still time for her to earn the money. I pulled up in my truck, a 1994 Dodge Dakota with a big bench seat and a long shifter on the floor. I was returning from work, wearing my overalls and smelling like road tar. As I turned the engine off and unbuckled my seatbelt the passenger door opened. Allyson climbed into the cab and pulled the door closed behind her. She was wearing blue denim shorts that only had about an inch of material down her legs and a tight black tank top that left no doubt she wore no bra. I could make out her little nipples through the material as she beamed a smile at me. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to look into her eyes and not at her sexy legs. She scampered across the bench seat and spun around to sit on my lap. There was just enough room between my firm stomach and the steering wheel for her little frame to fit. She wrapped her pretty arms around my neck and began kissing my face. She kissed my lips, cheek, eyes, and forehead, pecking at me with her soft lips like some sort of deranged chicken. I smiled through the kisses. I enjoyed the attention after a long hard day at work. I rested my right hand halfway up her thigh feeling her warm skin and the firm muscles beneath. My left hand went to her back, supporting her, as my cock grew hard in my jeans. After only a moment my cock was so hard and throbbing that, despite the layers of demin, I couldn't see how it was possible that she couldn't feel it against her firm denim-clad ass as she sat on my thighs. Finally, Allyson pulled back and looked at me. She said, "Miss Garcia called and told me that she would like me to come in at ten on Monday to start." "Miss Garcia, from Fausto's?" I asked. Allyson nodded, smiled, and said, "Yep, and I own it all to you. I am so excited. I want to take you out to eat to celebrate." I shook my head and said, "I told Dad that I'd help him clear the area for the chicken coop. Besides, you only have thirty dollars and I'd hate for you to come up short before the concert." She stuck out her bottom lip, squirmed in her seat atop my lap, and said, "Well, I'll have to think of some other way to repay you. Have I told you that you're the best brother in the whole fucking world lately?" I didn't know how it was possible that in her squirming she couldn't feel the bulge in my jeans, but I was glad she didn't. Despite the thoughts racing through my mind of what it would feel like to have my cock inside of her, I knew better than to let her know I was having such desires. I smiled at her and said, "I love you. You're my sister. You don't have to repay me. I'm glad to help." She kissed me on the lips and said, "Well, I'll think of something. By the way, what is that smell?" "Road tar," I explained. "Yuck. You need to take a fucking bath." I nodded and said, "And you need to stop talking like that. If Mom hears you she'll have a hissy fit." Allyson laughed and said, "We're in your truck! Mom can't hear me. Watch. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I began laughing at that, despite the fact that she was turning me on like crazy. She was silly and fun and I loved her. She was also sexy as hell, which I knew I would eventually have to just accept and get over, lest she notice my hard-on and put an end to the closeness we shared. So, I said, "You sound like a damn chicken, now get off my lap so I can go work on your coop." Allyson laughed hysterically at that. I began pinching her ass to get her off of me. As usual, I really enjoyed that because her butt was round, firm, and very cute. I didn't really want her to leave but I knew my cock would not go down if she didn't. Besides, the longer she sat on my lap the more opportunity she had to feel my erection and if she noticed that wouldn't be good for our relationship. * * * The next evening, a Wednesday, I was sitting on the couch watching television in my denim shorts and tee-shirt, with Allyson's head on my thigh as she laid on the couch beside me, also watching. I occasionally ran my fingers through her short hair and my cock stayed half-hard the whole time, but not so that anyone could notice. She wore the same clothes as me, jeans and a white tee-shirt, though her tee-shirt read 'Perfect Angel'. Mom and Dad, as usual, sat on the other couch, ignoring us and watching too, when there was a knock at the door. I heard the sounds of kids outside and, remembering it was Wednesday, I knew it had to be Karen, my older sister. "Come on in," Dad said. Sure enough, as soon as the door opened, the twins, Mitch and Aaron, came rushing in, followed by their mom, Karen. Rick, their dad, had divorced Karen two years prior, leaving her to take care of their two kids alone. He had only recently re-entered their lives, winning shared legal and physical custody. The boys were both ten years old and full of energy as they went to hug Mom and Dad, their grandparents. Karen had gotten over the divorce, as much as you ever get over something like that, and tried to move on. Problem was, he had left her with a lot of debt. Not only did losing sole physical custody of the kids to Rick reduce her time with her kids but it also drastically reduced her child support, really putting her in dangerous financial straits. She was only twenty-eight, six years older than me, and still as pretty as ever. She was five-seven and one-thirty-five with long wavy black hair that flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Though heavily freckled and pale, she was gorgeous. As usual, she wore a sun dress and heels. This particular dress was yellow with little white flowers. It fell halfway down her thighs and was cinched at the waist by a thin bright-green belt. It sported a plunging neckline but was not tight on her, so her tits weren't spilling out, and, though it had long sleeves, she had them rolled up to her elbows. Allyson sat up as the kids came and hugged both of us before heading for one of the back bedrooms that had all of their toys in it. Karen smiled at me and said, "Come on, Joe. Give your big sister a kiss." I stood up, hugged Karen, and kissed her on the lips, as we tended to do in my family. I had been really close to Karen when I was younger but she had moved away when I was twelve. When she found herself pregnant at sixteen, it wasn't long before she dropped out of high school and married Rick. Of course, over the last two years she had started hanging out at our parent's house quite a bit, with the divorce and all. Now, before she moved out, though she had become an aloof teenager toward me, I always felt close to her and thought she was awesome. I guess I had a crush on her back then. Since moving back in with Mom and Dad six months prior, I began spending more time with my older sister than I ever had before. Though we were both adults I felt those old feelings of closeness returning. "How's it going?" I asked. She shrugged and said, "Times are a little tough right now. How's the job?" "Good," I replied with a smile. She hugged and kissed Allyson. "I hear you have a job too now?" Allyson nodded and said, "Yeah, Joe helped me get it. He's a really great big brother." Karen was more of an adult figure for her. Now that she herself was eighteen, I could see that she and Karen were finally starting to develop a closer relationship. A ten years age difference is a lot to overcome for a young teen but as you get older, the age difference becomes less of a factor. Though they were getting closer; there was still a ways to go. Karen smiled and said, "That's so nice." She had a beautiful smile. "So, how are things? Did you talk to the bank?" Dad asked her as he sat in his recliner. Allyson and I sat back down beside each other, listening intently. Karen sighed, sat next to Dad, and said, "Yes, they are going to give me a few more weeks to come up with the money. I just don't know how I'm going to do it." "You know we would help if we had the money to give," Mom told her as she sat beside her oldest daughter. Our parents had a little savings, but nothing like what Karen needed. "I know, Mom. It's not your responsibility," Karen told her. Dad said, "Karen, you are too proud. You need to move back home like Joe did, so you can get back on your feet. If you didn't have to pay rent you could afford to pay the bank." I felt Allyson tense beside me. I didn't know the reason for it but adding Karen and her two kids to the home would be a strain in many ways. Still, my heart went out to my older sister for finding herself in such a situation, regardless the cause. Mom smiled and said, "Oh, yes, it would be so nice to have everyone living under the same roof again." Karen shook her head and said, "No, I still have a few ideas." Dad nodded and said, "I figured you'd say that." Mom said, "Hey, I have an idea. I was thinking that this Saturday we could all go to the water park, like we used to when you were kids. Our treat! I think the twins would love that, don't you?" The water park was a facility in Sulphur, about an hour from DeRidder, which offered sunbathing, a kids water spray section, an adult deep water section, a whirlpool section where the water flowed rapidly around an oval course, and three slides of varying sizes. It was designed to be fun for the whole family. Karen nodded, "I think that's a wonderful idea." Mom sighed in relief. "Good. You two don't have any plans, do you?" she asked me and Allyson. I shrugged as Allyson said, "Nope. Sounds fun. I love the big yellow slide." "Aren't you too old for that?" I asked. "You're never too old for a good slide," Allyson told me. Everyone laughed, including me. If I had known how much that weekend would change my life I may not have laughed quite so much. * * * That Saturday, Karen showed up at noon with the twins so they could eat with the family. We all sat around the dining table and ate together. The kids were pretty excited to go to the water park and were not really interested in their pizza rolls. The rest of us ate homemade burgers that Mom made, just like she used to when I was a teenager. Dad's SUV could carry five and Karen's car could carry four. So, when it came time to leave, somehow, I ended up in the car with Karen and the twins. I offered to drive and Karen agreed. Allyson ended up riding down to Sulphur with Mom and Dad. On the trip I started talking to Karen, just to be polite if for no other reason. We discussed the weather and the traffic, or lack thereof. I drove down Highway 26 through DeQuincy and on toward Sulphur. I kept up with Dad and the SUV. Finally, a couple minutes away from the water park, during a lull in the conversation about the weather, Karen told me, "Joe, I wish we were closer." I knew what she was referring to. I had so much I wanted to say to her but I didn't know how to phrase it. It was a moot point anyway because I was aware of the kids in the backseat and so I metered my response accordingly. I simply said, "We'll get there." Karen sighed and said, "I know we missed a lot of years together. I missed you the whole time." I thought back to that time. It sure hadn't felt like she thought of me at all. Still, I considered lying to make her feel better, but, finally, I decided to be honest. I said, "I loved you so much back then. You were my big sister. So, when you left, it really hurt." Karen frowned and admitted, "I didn't even think about how it would affect you. I was just a kid myself, but still, I'm sorry I put you through that." I almost dismissed her apology but then I thought about it. This was the first time we had talked about what had gone down back then and her apology was significant. Glancing at her I could see the sincerity in her eyes. I said, "Thanks, I appreciate that. I know it wasn't a malicious thing on your part." She sighed and smiled. "There it is," Aaron said, as we pulled into the parking lot. "They've been here before?" I asked. Karen said, "Yeah, I used to take them all the time but times have been tough lately." As I parked the car I gave her a sideways glance and I caught her staring at me. When I turned to look directly at her she turned away and opened the car door. I wondered about that, but with the kids clamoring to get out, and Mom and Dad getting out of the SUV in front of us, that was not the right time to ponder on it. Dad and I had worn our trunks under our jeans and so we both took off our shirts and pants at the cars. My trunks were typical swim trunks, not the long kind that reach to your knees, but just a little down the leg. They were black with a couple white stripes down the sides. Dad's trunks were solid black. The women, whether they had worn their suits under their clothes or not, were not comfortable getting undressed in the parking lot, so, we all took the boys to the entrance. Dad paid the non-resident fee after they asked him if he were a resident of Sulphur and he said, "Nope." Just past the entrance were the changing rooms and then the bathrooms. Dad took the kids into the men's changing room while the women filed into the women's changing room, leaving me alone for a minute. I looked around, watching the people come and go. There were a couple of other families nearby, with kids really excited to go on and get wet. I read the signs to pass the time and just waited. Dad and the boys were the first to come out. Dad already had a deep tan across his whole body. Predictably, Mitch and Aaron were anxious to get going but we told them to calm down and wait. They were good kids. They waited in their little trunks for their mom to appear. The first out of the changing room was my mom, their grandmother. She wore a blue patterned one piece that barely contained her big breasts but still managed to cling tightly to her slim waist. With such a tall slim figure and large tits, it was hard for her to find nice-fitting clothes. Her bare arms, legs, and back showed how toned her muscles were. They also revealed how clear and pale her skin was. "I need to get some sun!" "You look hot," Dad replied. She walked up and kissed him to a chorus of yucks from the twins. I chuckled at that. After several minutes, Karen stepped out. She had pulled her long wavy hair back into a ponytail and had on a black bikini. The top was large but with a plunging neckline that simultaneously contained and showed off her big breasts. Her stomach was firm above the rather large black bikini bottom. It was not very flattering but it clung tightly to her. Her skin was pale and heavily freckled. Still, I thought she looked hot. I found myself wondering how much better she would have looked in a more flattering swimsuit. I thought about how her big breasts might feel in my hands. My cock started to get hard at the thought, so I looked away. "I need some sun!" Karen said. "That's what I said," Mom replied. The both laughed. Then Karen said, "Looks like Dad and Joe get out a lot more than we do." I glanced down and looked at my clear and deeply-tanned exposed skin. I had to admit that I looked pretty good. I used the opportunity to make sure my cock wasn't causing a scene in my trunks. The trunks were loose fitting and had random rolls here and there so nothing looked out of the ordinary. "Can we go now?" Mitch asked. "No, we are waiting for Allyson," Karen replied. I said, "I'll wait for her, ya'll go on ahead." "Thanks," Karen said with a smile as she glanced down at my trunks before the five of them headed out into the water park. Had she noticed my cock moving in my trunks, I worried. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I waited for another moment before Allyson appeared. "Finally!" I said as I saw her. But, then, I really saw her. Allyson was dressed in a green bikini with cups just big enough to hold her small breasts and a bottom that ran just above her pubic hair line. It was scandalously small; she was showing quite a lot of skin. Her skin was mostly pale, though she was lightly tanned on her arms, legs, and shoulders. She bore a couple freckles on her neck and chest. Her stomach was flat and firm. I couldn't see an ounce of fat on her. Her hourglass figure was perfect. She looked gorgeous. I couldn't help staring at her, my cock hard in my trucks as I studied her. In horsing around with my sister my dick often got hard but that was my little secret. I had never really viewed her as a woman. I suppose I still thought of her as a little girl. I knew she had lost her virginity four years prior but it wasn't until that very moment that I realized that my sister had become a very sexy woman. My Sexy Family Ch. 01 "See something you like?" she asked, as she put her arms out and slowly turned around for me. Her ass was so fine, round and firm, that if she hadn't been my sister I would have definitely made a run at her. I tried to shake the lewd thoughts running through my head of taking her back into that changing room, pressing her up against the wall, pulling her bikini bottoms to the side, and sliding my long hard cock straight up inside of her tight cunt. I had to get my dick under control before she noticed the effect she was having on me. "Yeah, you look good and you know it, don't you? Can we go now?" I asked, trying to deflect attention from my ogling of my own sister and the erection in my trunks. "Fine," she said. She wasn't too happy with my response but I had to say something more brotherly than what I wanted to say, which was, 'holy shit, Sis, you are so fucking hot!' We joined the group at the lockers, where Mom and Karen were each stuffing their belonging into a little locker. I took off my shoes and handed them to Mom so she could add it to her stash. Allyson gave her stuff to Karen, since she had less stuff and therefore more room in her locker. Karen said, "Wow, you look good, Ally. Want some sunscreen?" Allyson nodded and took the bottle from Karen. She squirted some in her hand and began applying it to her own shoulders and chest. Her hand glided across her tanned skin with great speed and efficiency, spreading the sunscreen to every inch of skin. She saw me watching her and asked, "Problem?" I quickly said, "Just waiting for my turn. I need some too." "Oh, okay, well, if you do my back I'll do yours." I licked my lips and said, "Okay." I knew it was dangerous but I couldn't think of a reason to say 'no'. I wanted to touch her so badly and feel her soft but firm flesh under hand hands. I knew it was wrong and it just made me want her more. I took the bottle and squirted a liberal amount in my hands. I spread it on my chest as Allyson watched. Karen handed her a quarter and told her, "Put the bottle in when you're done and don't forget to get the key out." Allyson nodded as everyone, except us two, headed for the water. I squirted more sunscreen into my hands and Allyson turned around to let me spread it across her svelte and sexy back. Her skin was warm under my hands and I took my time, savoring the feeling of running my hands across her smooth skin. I imagined sliding my hands around her sides and cupping her small firm breasts, rolling the nipples between my fingers as I nibbled at her neck. I fantasized about bending her forward and slipping my cock into her from behind, pressing my hips against that beautiful ass. I wondered how tight she would feel around my prick. I ran my hands down her body, spreading the lotion. I ran them down to the small of her back, just at the top of her bikini bottom. I tipped my hips down as my cock grew inside my trunks, trying to hide it. Suddenly, Allyson spun around and said, "My turn! Give me that and turn around!" If she noticed my boner, she didn't give a sign so I turned to my left and walked a step or two so I was facing away from the pool. My cock throbbed with forbidden excitement inside my trunks and I knew, even though I tipped my hips, that someone would have noticed if I had faced the pool. Allyson touched me. She ran her sunscreen-coated palms across my shoulders and down my arms. She ran them across my back and then down to the small of my back. Her touch was soft, her hands small, and I found myself wondering what her slick hands would feel like stroking my hard cock. How little would her hands seem as she wrapped her fingers around the breadth of my prick? My skin protected, my little sister unexpectedly slapped my ass and said, "Done!" I instantly thought of her hands on my ass as she sucked my cock. I wondered what her face would look like with my dick in her pretty mouth. I was so turned on, I couldn't face her. I croaked, "Thanks." "You have a great body," she said matter-of-factly as she put the sunscreen in the locker, closed the door, put the quarter in, and pulled the little key out. "You too," I said, after considering what to say for a moment. There was no denying that my sister had a wonderful body. I knew the lewd thoughts of fucking her were wrong. I also knew that I had to shake them off before something bad happened. "Thanks," she replied. "Here, stow the key in the pocket of your trunks. I'm going on the slide." With that, she handed me the key, and scampered off. I was relieved. I needed to get in the water to hide my erection but to do that I'd have to either run the gauntlet of the kids or the lifeguards. So, I just stayed right where I was, put the key in the little inside pocket of my trunks, and watched the clouds pass overhead until, finally, my dick deflated. I made my way to the kids' section and walked through. I got splashed a few times as the spraying splashing devices to the left of me spread water all over the frolicking kids. To my right were a couple parents sitting in two feet of water as they watched their kids play. I spotted Karen and my nephews in the kids' section. When they waved at me, I waved back. The water was cool but not cold. The sun beat down and the air was quite warm. I reached the adult wading section which began with about three feet of water. The pool was filled with men and women of all different colors, shapes, and sizes. I skirted the outside of the pool to my left, which bordered the kids' section on the other side of a low wall. The top of the wall was only a few inches above the water but the lifeguards did not want people standing on it. As I walked, the water filled my trunks, cooling my hot cock, which, though I masturbated every day, never seemed to be satisfied for long. As I slowly walked beside the wall the water rose to four feet; then five. Almost to the far corner I reached my parents standing in five and a half feet of water. Standing up tall and straight, the water was at my shoulders but the waves lapped at my chin. My mother was saying to my dad, "I don't know, Jamie, it's pretty small." "What is?" I asked, announcing my presence. "Hey, Joe," Dad greeted me. "Your mother was just telling me that she thinks Allyson's bikini is a little too revealing." Feeling protective as usual, I said, "Hey, it could be a thong." Mom rolled her eyes and said, "I wouldn't put it past her. Of course, I don't think they'd let her in here wearing that." I nodded and said, "Probably not." Dad asked her, "Sharon, can you imagine some of these women around here in a thong?" Mom laughed at that with a foul look on her face. My parents got along great. They hardly ever argued or yelled. I was glad to have grown up without all that. I felt a cool hand on my left shoulder. There were people everywhere so it could have been anyone. It turned out to be Karen. She was so pretty. I felt my cock stirring at the closeness of her body as well as her hand on my shoulder. I slipped my left arm lightly around her waist, ostensibly to help support her, but in reality I was feeling how firm her waist was and fantasizing about pulling her in and kissing her. I had an overwhelming urge to drop my hand to her ass and try to feel if it was as firm as her waist, but I resisted. I watched the water lap back at forth at the valley between her breasts for a moment, thoughts of my cock sliding in and out of that cleavage just as the water was doing filled my mind. Finally, mentally scolding myself, I managed to force myself to look at her eyes and ask, "Where are the kids?" "Over there," she said, gesturing through the mesh fence at the children's area. "They're ten. I can barely keep up with them, so I figured I'd just let them run off their energy. Besides, I needed a little adult interaction." Before I could make a comment that I would have regretted, someone grabbed my right shoulder. "Did you see me?" Allyson asked, suddenly appearing to my right. "See what?" I asked with a smile. I was happy to see her and I knew she had probably already been down the slide once. I slipped my right arm around her waist, enjoying the feel of both sexy women so close to me. I knew it was wrong. I knew they were my sisters and I shouldn't be touching them in a way that made my cock so hard in my trunks that I felt I might rip the fabric at any moment. Still, I couldn't help myself. "I went down the slide. What a rush!" Allyson told me as Karen moved on and put her hand on Dad's shoulder to keep her head above water. The water was at eye level to her if she tried to stand on the bottom. I found myself wanting to pull her back and keep her close to me but I had sense enough to just let her go. There was no way I was going to do anything to betray the nasty thoughts I had of fucking my sisters that I had running through my head. "Which slide did you come down?" I asked Allyson as she shifted closer to put her arm across my shoulders. I loved the feel of her arm around me like that and her little hand on my left shoulder. "The big one! The yellow one!" she told me, gesturing to the big yellow slide tube. It took about fifteen seconds to reach the bottom because it twisted around and around on the way down. I felt her slim waist under my hand, loving the feel of her smooth skin and firm flesh. I wanted to pull her to me and kiss her pretty lips. I said, "I think the boys would love the blue slide. They're too old for the kiddy section." Karen overheard that, turned around, and said, "They're having fun over there, but if Allyson wants to take them to the blue slide, I think they'd like that." Allyson wrapped her legs around my waist and said to her, "Yeah, I could do that. Where are they now?" I was surprised to feel her strong sexy legs wrapping around my waist and the urge to take her right there in the pool was overpowering. With the cool water swirling around my balls, the lewd thoughts in my head, and Allyson gripping my waist with her legs, her crotch against my hip, my cock felt as hard as a rock. It managed to fill out completely despite being pulled to the left by the trunks. Because the water was making the material float about, had someone been swimming by underwater it wasn't completely obvious that I had a hard-on. "Right there," Karen pointed to her boys through the fence. They were playing in the big plastic fort-looking thing, water spraying all around. I gripped Allyson's thigh with my left hand, holding it up to be sure she didn't drop it and bump into my hard dick. If she detected my erection I was sure that our close relationship would become very strained. I didn't want that. Her thigh muscles were firm under my hand, which just made my forbidden desire for her that much harder to resist. "I'll go get them," my little sister said as she kicked away from me and swam off to get the twins and take them to the slide. I tried not to let the relief show on my face to Karen before she turned back and resumed talking to Mom and Dad about whatever it was they were discussing. I was relieved that Allyson hadn't noticed my hard-on but I found myself looking at her as a very desirable woman. I tried to shake the thoughts, but I couldn't seem to. I looked around at the other women around the pool. Except for a lifeguard or two, none of them looked nearly as sexy as Allyson. Hell, none of them looked as good as Karen, or even Mom, for that matter. I socialized with my parents and my older sister, being nicer to her than I had been of late, my desire for her, and her apology, softening the hard feelings I held against her for so long. I did want a closer relationship with her as my sister, despite my forbidden desire for her. After a while the twins swam up to us. I was impressed. I was not a swimmer. I was just there to get cool and socialize with the family, but the twins swam really well. "Did you see us, Mom?" both kids asked in unison. "I did! Was that fun?" she asked. "Yeah, we're going to do it again," Mitch said. Aaron said, "We want to try the green one next." "I don't know. What do you think, Dad?" Karen asked. I didn't hear the answer as Allyson came swimming up beside me. She put her arm around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. She told Karen, "There are some ten-year-old kids using the yellow slide! It might be scary because it's so long but it's not dangerous." "We can keep an eye on them from here," I added as I, again, held on to Allyson's thigh to keep it above what I knew would soon be a solid erection. I put my other hand on her back. I felt the bow that tied her top together across her back, imagining what her little tits might look like. The urge to pull the string was profound. Karen looked at her kids and said, "Go ahead. Just get on the green slide; not the yellow one!" The kids excitedly swam off and Karen turned to discuss her concerns with our parents. As my cock began to rise at my little sister's closeness, I looked at Allyson and asked, "Why are you hanging on my hip?" "It's too deep. I can either tread water or hang on to you," she replied with a smile. "Is that a problem?" I shook my head, my cock beginning to throb inside my trunks as I looked at her pretty face. I wanted to kiss her. My dick was just below her left thigh and I wanted to be sure she didn't bump it as I gripped her leg firmly. "Just wondering," I replied with a smile. "I figured you could handle it. I mean, just look at these muscles," she said, running her free hand across my chest and shoulder. Then she ran her other hand down my back. I glanced nervously at Karen and my parents but they were deep in conversation. I was so horny for Allyson I could hardly see straight. Her little hands running across my body made me want to do the same to her. Caress her back, cup her tits in my hands, or grip her ass as she held onto me. I said, "You're so small, I could put you in my pocket." "Hmm, that sounds like it could be interesting," she said giving me a smile and then quickly added, "Watch me this time, okay? I'm going on the yellow slide." I nodded, smiled, and said, "Okay, I'll meet you at the bottom." "Great," she said before kissing me on the cheek and pushing off toward the slides. I chuckled for the benefit of those around me while inside I was really watching her ass as she swam away. My cock throbbed with desire for my younger sister. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help it. I slowly moved away from my family though the frolicking crowd. The water where the yellow slide came out was a foot shallower, making me a little bummed that Allyson would not need me to aid in keeping her head above water. There were floating ropes cordoning off the landing area and there was a lifeguard at the bottom making sure that everyone swam away safely after splash-down. I looked up at the tower and spotted Allyson halfway up the last flight of stairs, waiting behind a dozen other people. When I waved at her she waved back. The sun was at her back and I could barely make out her sexy form up there. After about ten minutes, she made it to the head of the line and I watched her sit down on the slide. The yellow tube made several circles until, about fifteen or twenty seconds later, Allyson came splashing down out of the tube. She bobbed up to the surface and looked around. "Over here," I said excitedly to her. Damned if I didn't feel my cock rising at the mere sight of her. I had to get that under control. As she came up to me I realized that feeling her close to me, seeing her as such a beautiful woman, and the love that I have always felt for her was making me want her in a very real way. I don't mean in a fantasizing 'what would it be like?' sort of way but more in a 'how can I make this happen?' sort of way. I knew it was wrong and I scolded myself again. She put her little hands on my shoulders, wrapped her legs around my waist, and kissed me on the mouth in one smooth motion. Allyson wasn't on my hip this time, but was instead square in front of me. Her butt was right above my hardening cock and I was powerless to stop the erection that was forming. How she wouldn't be able to feel it this time, I didn't know. I couldn't grab her ass and lift her off me; that would have been even worse. I resisted the urge to open my mouth and truly kiss her as I felt her little tits press firmly against my chest. They were firm and I thought I could feel her little nipples through her bikini. I wanted to press my tongue into her mouth so badly that if she hadn't broken the kiss when she did I may have done it despite the risks. As she pulled her head back a bit and looked at me she said, "I am so fucking happy. You are the best big brother a girl could have." My cock was as hard as a steel pipe as I felt her press her ass down against my dick. She wiggled her little butt side to side before reaching back. She reached down as if to scratch her ass before I could do anything to stop her. She squeezed the girth of my cock between her fingers one time, her eyebrows lifted. Then I felt her fingernails through my trucks. She scratched the underside of my prick. Once. Twice. Thrice. Pleasure flooded my brain despite the fear that was also flooding my brain. Even though I was scared to death of what was going to happen next, like Allyson slapping me in the face and never wanting to see me again, I still imagined what it would be like to pull the narrow crotch of her little bikini to the side and slide my throbbing cock inside of her pussy. Imagining how tight her little cunt would be around my dick dominated my thoughts, despite the fear. Without another word, Allyson pushed off and swam away, back toward the slides. I was panicked. Oh my god, what have I done? I thought. I was stupid and careless. Now my sister is going to tell Mom and Dad! If they don't call the police, they'll certainly kick me out. Shit, even if she keeps quiet, our close relationship is surely over. I have to apologize! Yes, apologize and beg her forgiveness. I glanced around guiltily to see if anyone had seen what just happened. Everyone was frolicking and having a great time. It was just between me and Allyson. I watched her walk to the metal stairs and begin to climb. She was so sexy. Shit, I had to stop thinking like that. What was I going to tell her when she go to the bottom? At the moment I was just grateful that she hadn't swam to Dad and told him of the erection she had discovered. There was a short line at the top and I knew I didn't have long to come up with a plan. Problem was; I couldn't think of anything other than to promise that it would never happen again. What else could I do? When Allyson splashed down at the bottom of the slide and swam over to me, I braced myself. I couldn't let her yell at me; I didn't want to see anger in her eyes. I had to apologize before she could lay into me. So, as she came up a couple feet in front of me, I began, "Allyson, I am so sorry. I promise it will never happen again." Karen's voice, just to the left of me, asked, "What did you do?" I know I went pale. I got dizzy as the blood rushed from the head. What had I just said? What did she know? Allyson said, "Karen, he had teasing me earlier because I'm so short that I felt the need to hold on to him even at this depth." She cast me a knowing look and slowly said, "Joe, don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. I wasn't upset. It's all in good fun. Besides, you know I'll get you later." As Karen laughed at that, Allyson kissed me on the lips like she always did. Both sisters swam off, back towards our parents. I almost fainted right there but Allyson wasn't going to tell anyone. Not only that, she had said it was all in good fun. Good fun? She's my sister! Oh shit, what have I done? And, what did she mean, she'd get me later? Somehow, I knew this wasn't over. My Sexy Family Ch. 01 * * * For the ride back, Mom and Dad wanted to speak to Karen without the boys around and, since the boys loved riding in the SUV, Dad gave me the keys. Allyson asked if she could drive and Dad told her that he would rather I drive since the twins were in the car. She was a little offended by that but relented. As I followed Dad again, this time in opposite vehicles, the kids in the back seat talked non-stop about the water park. They had a great time. This left a chasm of silence between me and Allyson as she sat in the passenger seat. I had spread a towel on the seat and was still in my trunks. I had put back on my tee shirt and shoes, though. Allyson had toweled off and changed back in to her 'Your Boyfriend Thinks I'm Hot' tee shirt, denim shorts, and tennis shoes. I turned the radio on to a country station that I knew the kids liked and set the fade to the rear seats. With the sound of the radio and their chatter the kids couldn't overhear anything said in the front seat. I told Allyson, "Thanks for covering for me with Karen." She perked up and looked at me. She said, "So, you're not mad?" I was confused. I glanced at her to find her looking at me with those beautiful piercing blue eyes full of hope. "Mad? Why would I be mad? I thought you'd be mad." She beamed a great big smile at me. Then, unbuckling her seatbelt, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Aunt Ally!" both of the boys exclaimed. Allyson turned her head to the backseat and said, "Kids, never take off your seatbelt in a moving vehicle like I just did, okay?" The boys said "Okay." Allyson replied, "Good!" Then she sat back in her seat and put her seatbelt back on. I said, "Okay, so I guess that means you aren't mad at me for... you know." She shook her head. Then, after a moment she said, "It felt awfully thick." I turned up the radio even louder to be damn sure the kids couldn't hear her. Then she asked, "So, does your hard-on mean that you think I'm pretty?" I didn't know where this was leading. Was she teasing me or testing me? Regardless, I had to nod. "Yeah? What do you like about me? What turned you on?" she asked. I thought of everything about her that turned me on and I felt my cock getting hard again. "Allyson," I moaned, basically pleading with her not to ask. She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and said, "What? You can't think of one thing that you like about me?" I knew she was teasing me now. In that moment I knew that I should have said something to end the conversation, or not said anything at all. Instead, I said, "Everything about you is sexy, you know that!" "Everything? I doubt that. It's my ass isn't it? I've been told I have a sweet ass," she asked. I should have shut up, but I couldn't help myself. "God yes, you have such a fine ass, Sis. But your face and tits are so cute!" "Cute? Cute is not sexy," she told me. "Yes it is," I objected. "Very sexy." "Oh? So, what about my face?" she asked. "Everything," I told her. "Your skin is flawless, your eyes are beautiful, your nose is cute, and your lips..." She chuckled at the silence and then asked, "Tell me, big brother; what do you want me to do with my lips?" Finally I came to my senses and shut my mouth. Of course, by then it was too late. I couldn't look at her as I concentrated on the road. She asked, "Do you want me to wrap these lips about that thick dick of yours? Do you want me to blow you?" I swallowed hard and my cock was like a rock inside my jeans, but still, I didn't look at her. I didn't answer. "You do, don't you? You want me to suck your dick, you bad boy," she teased. "Uncle Joe, can you turn the radio down?" Mitch shouted from the backseat. I turned the radio down as Allyson giggled. I shook my head in disbelief at my sister's reaction to discovering my erection. What was our relationship becoming? What did I want? What did she want? It was wrong, wasn't it? Did I care? * * * When we got home Mom started cooking and everyone went to their rooms. Karen and the kids used the guest rooms and both of the two bathrooms adjacent to my and Allyson's bedrooms to get cleaned up. I went to my room, closed the door, and took off my trunks. The memory of everything that had happened was playing havoc with my mind and I found my cock immediately filled out to full hardness. What the hell, I thought as I grabbed it and stroked it a few times. Thoughts of fucking my little sister's tight cunt filled half my mind while the other half was filled with thoughts of her sucking it; thoughts she had put there. I pictured her pretty face with my cock stroking in and out from between her pretty lips. It wasn't going to take long at that rate; I had been so turned on all day that I was a minute or two away from coming at any given moment. I needed some relief. I stroked my dick in my fist faster and faster. Suddenly, the door swung open, Allyson walked in, and closed the door behind her. I stopped just short of coming and pulled the comforter over my lap. "What the hell?" I said. "Get out of here." She looked at me in the face and down at the comforter over my lap. She smiled and said, "Oh, please. If you really didn't want me to come in, you'd have locked the door." She knelt down on the floor in from of me and said, "Keep going. I want to watch." "Watch what?" I asked, as if I didn't know what she was referring to. "I was just changing my clothes." "Don't fucking lie to me, Joe Peeler," she scolded. "I know exactly what you were doing." She reached out and tugged at the comforter. Now, I'm strong; much stronger than Allyson. I could have easily held onto the comforter and forced her out of my room. I didn't do that. I let her take the comforter and look at my hard throbbing cock. My prick stood tall and proud from my groin. Knowing she was seeing it made it even harder. It was eight inches long and two and a half inches wide. The head flared out the same width as the shaft. It was circumcised and a little pale though, at the moment, it was tinged red with excitement and the veins bulged obscenely along the shaft. "Whoa, that's bigger than I thought it was," Allyson said, studying it, turning her head to the side to look at it from every angle. "Sit on the edge so I can see it better." Without a word or even a hesitation, I scooted forward to the edge of the bed, my balls dropping off the edge of the mattress. I had always been powerless to resist any request Allyson made of me. Her requests had always been reasonable, until now, and we loved each other, so it had never been an issue before. She looked up at me and smiled. She said, "Go ahead. No guy has ever done it in front of me. Show me how you do it." It was all so surreal. I had never imagined this happening to me. Well, okay, I had imagined it, but it was really happening. I gripped my dick and slowly stroked my cock in front of my sister. Allyson studied me intently and then, after a dozen strokes she said, "Huh! So, you grab it in the middle and move the skin up and down. You don't use any lube?" I couldn't speak. I just shook my head. I rarely used anything like that. I found it too messy. Sometimes if I were in the bathroom taking a shower I might improvise. She watched me continue to stroke myself, as if hypnotized by the motion. I didn't want to break the spell of that moment by saying anything or coming, so I kept stroking it slowly. Finally, Allyson said, "Wow, you have a nice fucking cock, Joe." I smiled at her. I felt so strange. It was like she was the older sister and I was her younger brother. I wanted her approval. Allyson glanced around and said, "Shit, where do you normally come? Fuck, we'll just use my shirt." I wanted to tell her that I kept a roll of toilet paper stashed away but I liked the idea of using her shirt, so I didn't try to say anything. Allyson whipped her tee shirt up over her head and off. She wore a little white bra underneath to support her small firm breasts. I didn't see more of them in the bra than I had in the bikini. In fact, it was less revealing that the bikini top had been. Allyson quickly folded the shirt into a makeshift towel and told me, "Tell me when you're getting close." I nodded, my eyes falling to her slightly burned chest and the faint freckles I found there. I devoured her with my eyes; her smooth shoulders, her small breasts inside that bra, and her sexy flat stomach. The sight was bringing me quickly to the edge. "I'm close," I croaked. Allyson smiled, held up her shirt just in front of the head of my cock, and brushed my hand aside. She wrapped her small delicate fingers around my hot dick and began stroking it vigorously. Her hand felt cool against my skin as she gripped the shaft perfectly, pulling and pushing the skin up and down my prick like an expert. "Holy fucking shit," I sighed as the pleasure exploded inside my brain. While I hadn't had a woman touch my prick in eight months, I found it so wicked and erotic that it was my sister's hand jerking so strongly on my prick. Her fingers seemed so small and dainty as they were unable to wrap completely around my thick hard shaft. "Yeah?" she asked. "Is this how you like it? Are you going to come for me, Joe? I want to see you shoot your cum all over my shirt. Can you do that?" I nodded. I could see how turned on she was, her nipples denting the cups of her small bra. Her words turning me on even more. I was seconds away from coming. Dad shouted down the hall, "Dinner's ready! Ya'll get washed up!" Without hesitation, Allyson shouted back to him, "We'll be right there!" Then, as if nothing happened, she hissed quietly to me, "Come for me, Joe!" I groaned as my orgasm took me and cum raced up my cock. The first blast struck the tee shirt so hard that most of it bounced off and fell to the floor. Allyson captured the rest of my cum with her shirt as she continued to stroke my coming cock with her little fist. She said, "Yeah, that it. Give me that shit. Wow, that's a lot of cum." I tried not to groan too loudly as I finished coming on my sister's shirt. I bent down, weak from my orgasm, tilted her face up, and kissed her. I didn't even think about how wrong any of it was in that moment. Allyson opened her mouth to me and I did the same. For the first time, our tongues touched as we kissed each other deeply, tenderly, and passionately. I wanted her. I wanted her to suck my cock. I wanted to taster her pussy. I wanted her to ride her little cunt up and down my shaft. I knew, in that moment, if Dad had not called us to dinner I would have been all over my little sister. Slowly, my senses returning, I finally pulled back and said, "We have to go." Allyson nodded and smiled. "You go first. When everyone's out of this end of the house, call for me like you're waiting for me." * * * I avoided Allyson the rest of the night. I locked my bedroom door when I went to bed. I was so ashamed of what I had done. The guilt overwhelmed me. I had to put a stop to it. Nothing like that should ever happen again, I scolded myself. The next morning I showered and dressed for church. We were catholic. Most of the population of DeRidder was Baptist. Having the highest number of churches per capita in the country, you'd think there would be more than one Catholic Church, but there wasn't. It was Saint Joseph's or nothing. When my dad yelled, "Come on, we're going to be late!" I finally put on my grey boots and headed out into the living room. As usual, I wore my black jeans and green plaid short-sleeved shirt. That's what we considered dressing up. Very few people wore slacks or dress shirts in DeRidder. Mom and Dad were dressed similar to me, Dad in his own black jeans and Mom in a conservative black dress. "Where's your sister?" Mom asked. I shrugged. Karen and the twins had returned home to Leesville, so I knew they were referring to Allyson. I looked down the hall and she appeared. She came sauntering up the hall as if she had all the time in the world. She wore a frilly pink short-sleeved blouse that buttoned up the front. Only the top two buttons were loosened. Instead of pants she had on, of all things, a skirt. It was pink, frilly, and fell to just above her knees. Her shoes were pink heels. I had never seen Allyson in a skirt before so it took a while before my eyes traveled up to her face. The dress was a little busy but still pretty. Allyson wore more makeup than I had seen her wear prior to that. She wasn't overdone just enhanced. She truly did look like a completely mature and sexy woman. I felt my cock stir in my pants but I steeled myself. I had to stop this before it went too far, if it hadn't already. God, what have I started? "See," Mom said, "I told you that would look good on you." "You look beautiful, Sweetheart," Dad added. "Thanks Dad," Allyson said with a smile, casting me a concerned look. Then to Mom she sighed and said, "It's just so frilly. If the skirt were simpler-" "Oh pish! It looks darling! Now, come on, we don't want to be late." Mom and Dad hurried out the door. Allyson looked at me and asked, "Is something wrong?" I didn't really want to get into it at that moment, so I said, "No, you look great." She shook her head but smiled. She said, "Well, there is one good thing about this skirt." "Oh yeah? What's that?" I asked. Allyson turned away and walked toward the door. She reached behind her and pulled the back of her skirt up over her shapely ass. She had light tan lines across her as cheeks, which I could clearly see because she wore no underwear. Before I could say anything, she was out the door. My cock, no longer satisfied from the previous afternoon was hard again, forming a nice big bulge in my black jeans. Here we go again, I thought. * * * "What we did was wrong. It can't happen again," I told Allyson. "You are such a stick in the mud. We didn't do anything bad," she said. "Not bad? What if Mom and Dad found out?" I asked. "They're not going to, are they? Besides, I just helped you out with a problem; a problem I caused. It was only fair," she replied with a sly smile. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well, if Dad found out he wouldn't see it that way," I said as I sat on the living room sofa. We had just gotten back from church where I had spent most of the time with an erection from the knowledge that my sister sitting next to me wore no panties and the rest of the time feeling guilty. The feelings weren't mutually exclusive either. Needless to say, I was conflicted. Meanwhile, Mom and Dad were completely oblivious and dropped us off at home so they could go grocery shopping. "Dad's not going to find out. Neither of us is going to tell him. But didn't you feel the rush of getting caught. Didn't the danger excite you?" Allyson asked as she plopped down on the couch next to me. "That's not the point," I complained. "Aha, so you did feel it!" she countered as she tried to sit on my lap. I knew she was naked beneath that skirt. I grabbed her arm and wouldn't let her get on top of me. I said, "We can't do this anymore. It's wrong." She got a pout on her face and said, "So, now I can't even sit on your lap?" I sighed. I had hurt her feelings. I didn't want things to be weird between us. I was just trying to make her understand and having her sit on my lap was only going to weaken my resolve. "I'm sorry for pushing you off, it's just that-" Allyson cut me off by putting her little hand on the bulge at my crotch, her pink fingernails looking so cute as they scraped against the denim and sent vibrations into my hard balled-up cock. She said, "It's just that you don't want me sitting on this big bulge in your pants because you might not be able to resist fucking me right here on the couch. True?" I glanced away, the teasing pleasure from her fingernails playing havoc with my resistance. She had really hit the nail on the head with that comment. Knowing that she was naked under that skirt was driving me wild and I was doing everything I could to fight those feelings. "Well, I-" "Fine," she said as she stood up in front of me. "If you want to stop, we'll stop, but let's make this fair, okay?" "Um, okay," I said hesitantly. I was a little shocked at how disappointed I was that she had given in so quickly. Still, it was what I had asked for and she was respecting that. As for 'keeping it fair', I didn't know where she was going with that but I had always tried to be fair, so, I looked at her quizzically. "I got to see your big gorgeous cock last night, so I suppose it's only fair that you see my tight little pussy. I mean, just to even things up," Allyson said as if we were talking about splitting up a piece of cake. Without giving me a chance to respond, she lifted up the front her skirt and slowly swayed her hips side to side. I couldn't look away. I had to study and memorize it because I might never see it again. Allyson had tan lines around her pussy, leaving the skin pale but for the unmistakable ruddy hue of excitement of her mound. Her pussy was clean-shaven except for a small triangle of dark hair just above the top of her slit. The lips of her pussy were puffy and bright pink with excitement. They were flowered open and glistened with wetness in the lamplight. "Wow," I whispered involuntarily. "You like what you see?" she asked as she reached down with her fingers and spread open her pussy even wider for me to see her clit. Then she took one of her fingers and brushed it against her clit. She sighed with pleasure. The back door opened as Dad said, "Your mother forgot her purse. Have you two seen it anywhere?" In the time it took Dad to step in, round the corner of the kitchen, and spot us in the living room, Allyson had lowered her dress and was walking toward the kitchen. She asked, "Is that it?" as she pointed to something in the kitchen. "Yes," Dad replied in relief. He looked at her and then me. After a moment he said, "You two look bored. Why don't you come and help?" It really wasn't a request. We both knew Dad and that was his way of telling us to get in the car. As I stood up I found myself wondering what would have happened if he hadn't walked in. Sure enough, as we climbed into the SUV Allyson said softly to me, "We're still not even." * * * Allyson was excited about her first day on the job. I had to start work at five to start the asphalt heating in the paver. She started her job at ten, so Dad took her to work. When I got off from work I headed home, showered, changed into some clean clothes, watched a little TV and then, at seven went to pick her up in my truck. She worked the lunch shift and half of the dinner shift. We hadn't had a chance to talk much Sunday evening because I had to help Dad with the chicken coop. I needed time to think anyway, so it was just as well. I really didn't want to damage our relationship and I didn't want to take advantage of her either. I knew she was being the aggressor but I still felt that it was my fault for starting it all by not being more careful. If I couldn't keep my cock under control I should have moved to the shallow end of the pool or just gotten out of the water. I had enjoyed her hanging on me and touching me too much. She was just following my lead and I had to break the cycle. Problem was, how could I do that without hurting her feelings? After sitting in the parking lot for five minutes, the passenger door opened, Allyson climbed into my truck and pulled the door behind her. She was wearing long black slacks and a dark orange dress shirt. It was her waitressing uniform. "Make any tips?" I asked. "Nope, they just trained me today," she replied as she climbed across the bench seat and sat in my lap, just like she used to. "You smell good. Have a good day?" My Sexy Family Ch. 01 I shrugged. Allyson said, "Well, let me see if I can't make your day a little better." She kissed me. She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue to my lips but I held mine closed. She looked at me and sighed. She said, "Are we back to this again? I can feel the bulge in your jeans growing under my ass. You want me! Take me!" I shook my head and said, "I can't." I started this whole thing. She knew I wanted her and she wanted to help me with that. It wasn't right. I was taking advantage of her. If it hadn't been for her feeling my dick at the water park, this wouldn't be happening. "Yes you can! Besides, it's only fair," she insisted as she kissed me again. "Fair?" I asked. "Well, I helped you come. The least you could do is return the favor," she said. She passed her left hand across her chest and whispered to me, "Feel how hard my nipples are!" "Allyson," I complained, my resolve weakening. She had a point. She had jacked me off into her shirt and I hadn't done anything for her. Still, I knew she was only saying that because she was trying to give me what she knew I really wanted. She tugged her shirt out of her pants and unbuttoned the bottom three buttons. "Here, feel up under my shirt. My nipples are so fucking hard." I couldn't resist. I really tried to but she was right there on my lap and I put my right hand flat on her firm stomach. The skin was warm, the muscles firm; she was so sexy. Then, as if I had no control over them, my fingers slid up underneath her shirt. I expected to find her bra but instead discovered that she wore none. The shirt was thick enough for no one to have noticed or cared. Her breasts were small but they were full and firm on her chest. I palmed one for the very first time and felt the hard nipple bore into my hand. The skin was silky smooth. Allyson moaned and kissed me again. This time I opened my mouth and she pressed her tongue inside. I kissed her back as I rolled her hard little nipples between my fingers. Her skin was warm and soft against my hand and my cock throbbed with desire in my jeans. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to taste her tits, lick her pussy, and slip my dick deep inside her hot little cunt. My resolve melted. We made out right there in the well-lit Fausto's parking lot for all to see, but I didn't care anymore. I was in heaven, kissing my little sister and fondling her breasts as she moaned into my mouth and squirmed against my denim-clad crotch. My cock was hard with desire beneath her little ass. Allyson broke the kiss for a moment and whispered, "Oh god, Joe. I'm so wet." To hear those words turned me on so much that I thought I would come in my pants. I knew what she wanted me to do and, helpless to resist, I didn't disappoint her. "You are so beautiful," I breathed, truly meaning it, as I slowly slipped my hand down her stomach and into her pants. It was like dropping my hand into my own lap because she was right there, sitting on me. I slipped my fingers under the waistband and immediately felt her thick cotton panties. I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, as I bent my trembling fingers under the elastic of her panties and boldly cupped her mound. I could feel the small triangle of hair above her slit tickle my palm as I pressed my middle finger against the warm soft yielding flesh of her pussy. She mewled in pleasure as we kissed, both of us breathing heavily through our noses. I pulled my finger up into her slit, finding her clit. It was slick and wet with her juices. Her entire slit was soaked, I realized, as I gently stroked her little bud with my middle finger. I broke the kiss and said, surprised, "You really are wet." Allyson moaned and said, "Yes, Joe, I am so fucking wet. Rub it just like that. Rub your little sister's clit!" Her words inflamed me. What I was doing was so taboo. This was my little sister's clit. The thrill of the forbidden and the rush of danger at the thought of our parents finding out were intoxicating. There was something else that was nagging at the back of my mind about the situation that was incongruous with my previous perceptions of our relationship but I was so turned on that I couldn't concentrate on it. "Oh yes, that's the way, Joe. Make me fucking come. Don't stop," she moaned as she squirmed in my lap. My dick felt like it was about to rip open my jeans. I wanted to slide my cock into her tight cunt so badly that I could taste it but I didn't even try and put my finger inside of her. Somehow I felt like that would have been crossing a line. Maybe the line was that she hadn't told me to or, more likely, it was some sort of subconscious line inside of me. "Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!" Allyson gasped and moaned as she came. She squirmed and bucked her hips up against my hand as I continued to rub her clit with steady strokes of my finger. I had never seen a woman look so pretty when she came as Allyson did, moaning and gasping in pleasure. It was quite a sight to see. I was so turned on that I knew it wouldn't take much for me to come, but I was not planning on letting it go any farther. When Allyson came down from her orgasm she got off my lap, my hand slipping out of her pants, and she began unzipping my jeans. Trying to catch her breath, she said to me, "I know you want to fuck me but I want our first time to be somewhere other than your truck, so I'm just going to give you a blowjob right now. Okay?" I knew I should have objected. At that point we were 'even' and I could have put an end to the whole thing. That was the moment I could have stopped it. But her scent hung in the air and on my wet fingers; it was intoxicating. So, instead, I said, "That would be great. Problem is, there are a few people coming this way." As she finished unzipping my fly and reached her little hand in to try and pry out my long hard cock, she said, "Drive around to the back and face the empty lot." I started up my truck and drove around to the back of the restaurant. It was away from the traffic and the customers heading for their cars. The other side of the highway was a couple blocks away past a motel. It wasn't that secluded but, as turned on as I was, I knew we wouldn't be there long. Allyson found the hole to my boxers and managed to pull my raging prick out into the dim light. The head flared out slightly wider than the thick shaft, a drop of pre-seminal fluid oozing out of the slit. The whole shaft pulsed back and forth strongly with desire, the veins bulging obscenely. I turned the engine off, because the truck was a little loud and might draw attention. The only light illuminating us was the various street lights quite a ways off. Still, the moon was up and was adding its glow to the rest. "Wow, it looks bigger than it did the other day," Allyson commented before she unceremoniously wrapped her little fist around the base, lowered her head, and slurped four inches of my eight-inch cock into her mouth. Pleasure exploded in my brain as she sank down. I could only see the back of her head but I could feel the roof of her warm wet mouth against the left side of my dick and her tongue against the right. I felt her teeth nip me just a bit on the way down and her lips grip my pole halfway down to the base. "Oh," I said as I involuntarily jumped at the accidental scrape of her teeth. Allyson pulled off with a sexy slurping sound and said, "Sorry. It's thicker than any of the boys at school that I've blown. I'll be more careful." "Sorry, I jumped. It felt really good," I told her. "Yeah, well how about this?" she asked as she dropped her head back down. This time I didn't feel her teeth as she pushed her lips down my prick. She sucked hard as she went down, making a long sexy slurping sound. "Much better," I sighed. I put my right hand on her back, reaching around and squeezing her ass. I could barely reach her. In that moment I had resigned myself that this was going to happen, whether now or later, I was going to fuck my little sister; I had to know what her cunt felt like around my cock. Her saliva lubricating my dick, Allyson stroked her mouth and hand up and down my pole with long deliberate motions. She sucked strongly at my meat as if trying to devour it, her labored breath rustling the pubic hair inside my jeans. "Oh yeah," I groaned, "Damn, Sis, you are sucking my cock so good." It wasn't going to take me long at that rate, I was so excited. I wanted to make it last but I also wanted to come. Allyson hummed a response around my dick and managed to push down an extra inch, taking five inches of my manhood into her mouth. The head of my cock brushed the entrance to her throat. She pulled off, stroking my prick vigorously in her fist, and asked, "Yeah? You like that? You like your little sister sucking your big dick, don't you?" "Fuck yeah," I sighed. "The fucking comes later," she told me with a smile. "Let's see if I can get more in my mouth." She took my prick into her mouth again, this time pressing her face down hard and taking seven inches into her mouth. I could feel her lips within one inch of the base of my shaft and the head of my prick squeezed into the confines of her tight throat. It felt like heaven. I put my hand on the back of her head but I didn't restrain her. Allyson stroked my prick several times like that with her mouth but gagged and rose up. She said, "Whoa, I need more practice." "Anytime," I told her. I really meant it. My resolve to end this new aspect of relationship had completely dissolved. She laughed and went back to stroking the top five inches of my dick with her mouth and using her little fist as an extension to her mouth. She blew me with long wet strokes, in and out of her face. "That's it, Sis. Suck my cock!" I groaned. I really wanted to see her lips wrapped so tightly around my shaft, but all I could see was the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on my lap. Allyson hummed around my dick but she didn't stop sucking. She stroked and stroked my prick with her face and fist over and over driving me higher and higher with pleasure. Feeling that tingling in my balls start, I moaned, "Oh, Sis, I'm gonna come!" Allyson stroked me harder and faster, quickly driving me past the point of no return. Then, when she felt my cock expand inside her month, she pulled her lips up to the neck of my prick and held her mouth there. She sucked strongly at the head of my dick as she stroked my entire shaft with her fist. All I could see was my sister's black hair in my lap as a passing car lit up the cabin from behind me. Ignoring the headlights in the rearview mirror, I groaned as I came, shooting wad after wad of hot cum deep into my sister's mouth. It was the most erotic and taboo thing I had ever done, which intensified my orgasm as I gave my cum to my sister. Allyson never lifted off my dick, swallowing my cum. She was so young that I never thought she would do that. I could hear her throat working as she drank down my entire load. Then, finally, she slurped my cock clean, sat up, and asked, "How was that?" At that moment the headlights in the rearview mirror began flashing and additional red and blue lights were added. "Oh shit, it's the cops!" I said. My cock instantly deflated the rest of the way and all of the blood rushed from my face as well. I just knew I was going to jail. What would Mom and Dad say? Allyson wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, removing any traces of her saliva or my cum, and buttoned the bottom buttons on her shirt. As she glanced back at the cop she said, "Zip up your fucking pants, he's coming." Without letting my shoulder movements give away anything, I stuffed my dick back in my jeans and zipped them up. I was so glad that the jeans button and my belt had not been undone. There was no way I would have been able to get it buttoned or buckled without it being obvious to the cop that was what I was doing. The cop stood behind and beside my door. He rapped on my window with the butt of his flashlight. The sound was loud and ominous to me. I turned the crank, rolling the window down. I took a deep breath, looked at him as innocently and confused as possible. I asked, "What seems to be the problem, Officer?" "License, registration, and proof of insurance," he demanded. I pulled my license from my wallet and the rest from the glove compartment. When I handed them to the cop and he said, "Wait here!" He returned to his car with my documentation. I considered making a run for it but he had all of my papers, so I just waited. I looked at Allyson and asked, "What are we going to do? We are so dead!" She wrinkled her nose and said, "No we're not. It'll be fine. Just follow my lead." I sighed, shook my head, and rhetorically asked, "What is Dad going to say?" The cop returned and handed me back my registration and proof of insurance but he had my license attached to the top of his metal clipboard. He looked at Allyson and asked, "You work here, Miss?" "Yes sir! Today was my first day," she told him. "Is there some sort of problem?" "What were you two doing out here?" he asked, ignoring her question. "Just talking and stuff," she replied. "See, I just got off work and my brother was nice enough to give me a ride home." "Your brother?" he asked. "Do you have some ID on you, Miss?" "Sure," she said with a smile before digging into her little purse, fishing out her driver's license, and handing it to him. He compared our two licenses. Then he said, "We had a report of a couple in this vehicle kissing and when I rolled up it looked like you two were engaged in some sort of sexual activity." I shook my head, unable to speak, as Allyson told him, "When I got in I kissed him, like I normally do. He's my brother. Now, I don't know what you think you saw when you pulled up but all I know was that I had dropped my earring and I was looking for it. That's why we're still parked here. I didn't want it to get away with the way he drives. Anyway, I found it, see?" He smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am. I see that. Okay, well you two be careful heading home." He handed us back our licenses. "We will. Thank you officer," Allyson said with a sweet innocent smile. As the cop got back in his car and drove off, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I started the truck and started driving home. My hands were shaking. As soon as I got on the road Allyson said, "Okay, so, here's the plan. Tomorrow night you and I go to bed early but we set our alarms for three o-clock. Then you sneak into my room and fucking take me. That will give you plenty of time to do whatever you want to me before you have to go to work." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Not only was she doing everything to give me what she knew I wanted but she was completely oblivious to the fact that it was sheer dumb luck that we weren't both sitting in a jail cell. I was feeling so guilty and so scared. I said, "I can't do that to you. This was the last time. It ends here." She looked at me like I had slapped her. Tears welled in her eyes so I concentrated on watching the road as she said, "How can you say that? I thought after tonight-" I cut her off, saying, "No, this was the last time." I had to. I started this whole thing and I had to end it before someone found out. It was too dangerous. She sat there in silence for a moment as I reached our parents' house and pulled into the driveway. When she finally did speak she was very angry. Her face was so damn cute when she was angry. She said, "So now that you've had your fun, you're done with me? I guess you're not the person I thought you were." "What do you mean?" I asked, confused, as I stopped and turned off the truck. "Figure it out, asshole," she shouted as she tugged the door open, dropped out, and slammed it closed as hard as she could. She ran into the house as I watched. What did she mean? This had always about my lack of self-control, hadn't it? There was obviously something else that I was missing but I was too distracted by the thought of what Mom and Dad would think about Allyson running into the house like that. I sat there for quite a while rehearsing what I would tell our parents depending on what Allyson had said to them. There were too many variables and I was getting a headache. So, I took a deep breath and went inside. Mom and Dad were sitting in their usual spots on the couch, but the TV show was paused. They looked at me as I entered. Dad said, "Come sit down. We need to talk." Allyson was nowhere in sight but I heard her crying in her room. The house was silent but for those sobs and the air conditioner. I felt like I was going to the gas chamber as I walked to the couch, legs shaky, and sat down. Dad shook his head as he looked at me sternly. He said, "I know what you did to Allyson, she told me everything." I almost passed out as the blood rushed from my face. I wanted to run but I couldn't. I sat frozen on the couch, panic welling on the inside. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Finally I managed to ask, terrified, "She did? I can explain!" Dad looked stern at me and said, "You had better have a good explanation, because calling her a 'spoiled brat' just because she complained that you were late is not acceptable!" I was dumbfounded. She had made up a story. I finally exhaled. Of course she had. She was my sister. Even if we fight we still have each other's back. We're family. Thankfully, Dad continued, "Look, if you're late or make her feel bad about riding with you, she's going to start getting rides with some of her friends or co-workers. How are you going to look after her, like you promised, if she's off with them instead of you?" I nodded, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again!" "It had better not," he said. "I know we can't keep her away from her friends but let's not push her away, okay?" "Yes sir," I replied. "Alright," he said with a smile. "Now your task is to make up with your sister. You haven't seen her like this before. Once she's mad she stays mad. So, you need to penetrate her defenses. It can get really hard and messy, but I know you're up to it. Just be persistent and keep at her." I almost burst out laughing. If I didn't know any better I'd have thought that Dad was being deliberately suggestive. I almost said, 'that's what she said'. I coughed to cover up my smile and chuckle. Then I nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try." Satisfied, Dad turned his show back on, filling the house with sound. Still trying to recover from the shocks I had experienced that evening, I walked down the hall and tapped on Allyson's door. I could hear her crying in there. Through the door I said, "Thanks for covering for me with Dad." Allyson replied through the door, "Go fuck yourself!" I tried the knob and it was locked. I considered continuing to force the issue by talking to her through the door, but I still didn't quite understand what she was so angry about. I figured that I needed to think about it some before I made her even madder. * * * The next evening, I still had not seen her. She had her friend take her home and she stayed locked in her room whenever I was there. She even had Mom deliver her dinner to her room so she wouldn't have to see me. After dinner, and after Mom and Dad had gone to bed, I sat up in my room trying to think. I put on my ear buds and listened to some music as I tried to make sense of my situation. I assumed she was mad because I had used her to sate my own selfish lust. I knew that had to be the reason she was so mad. Of course, I didn't want her to get so angry that she told Dad. I trusted her more than that, mad or not. I felt so depressed because I had destroyed our relationship with my own selfishness. I had betrayed her trust and seduced her. I consoled myself that I hadn't actually had sex with her. So, maybe she could eventually forgive me. My Sexy Family Ch. 02 From the author: The incest/taboo categorization for this chapter is due to a brother/sister relationship. There is also lesbian and group activity. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it. If you do like it, please give me a good rating and leave me a note. I love to hear from my fans! * Over the next few days Allyson and I fucked like rabbits every chance we got. There was always the danger of getting caught, which only fuelled our passions. We had an especially close call one afternoon after work when Dad had left to get lumber and Mom was out with her friends. Allyson had worn a black knee-length skirt and a black tank top. I had sat down to watch TV and she came in, showing off her new skirt. She asked, "Where's Dad?" "He left to get some lumber," I told her. My sister got that twinkle in her eye and before I knew what was happening she was kneeling on the couch beside me. She unbuckled and unzipped my pants, fished out my hardening prick, and proceeded to give me a vigorous sloppy blowjob. The wet sucking sounds filled the house. I was in heaven as I watched my little sister's head bob in my lap, taking as much of my cock into her face as she could while stroking the rest with her little fist. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar tingling in my balls signal to me that I was approaching the point of no return. "I'm gonna come," I breathed. Allyson didn't slow or falter in her work on my cock, bringing me to the brink and then pushing me over with all of her might. At that moment the jangling at the lock told both of us that someone, either Mom or Dad, was about to open the back door and discover us. Allyson registered the sound an instant before I did. She quickly lifted up, spun around, and sat on my lap. Within a second my cock slipped up between Allyson's firm thighs and her skirt draped my entire lap, covering up the fact that my pants were even unbuckled. As Dad strode through the kitchen and into the living room, Allyson said, "But I don't see why they have to answer in the form of a question. Why don't they just ask a question and answer it like every other game show. I mean, what's the big deal?" Dad paid us no attention as he walked past us and sat down in his chair. For my part I pretended to watch the show, Jeopardy, on TV as I came. I tried to hold back my orgasm. I succeeded for a moment, but in reality I was too far gone and Allyson's thighs were too soft as they rubbed against my inflamed prick. Cum rushed up my shaft and blasted out of my cock. Looking down, I watched each wad of cum cause Allyson's skirt to dent up in her lap. I pumped cream up and out of my dick, against her skirt, and down across her thighs again and again. She glanced at me with a smile as she squeezed her thighs together tightly. She looked a little worried, a lot scared, and extremely turned on. I took a ragged breath and said, "Well, that's what makes the show different, isn't it?" The cum coated my cock and her thighs, at first warm, and then, as it spread, it began to cool. I was in heaven after my orgasm but I tried not to let it show on my face. As we sat there in silence and watched the show, my cock deflated and slipped from between her thighs. I could feel my pants getting wet and I was glad her skirt was black because I couldn't see any stain on them, though I knew her thighs were covered in my cream. All Dad had to do was ask us to help him with something and we'd have been busted. Instead, during the next commercial, he went to his bathroom. Allyson and I slipped out of the living room and into the two bathrooms on the other end of the house to clean up. It was a close call and we resolved to be a bit more careful in the future. Problem was; we didn't stick to that vow. If we had, things might have turned out much differently. *** Several days later, still a week away from the concert, Allyson gave Dad the money for the concert tickets. I was so proud of her, though I still felt a little guilty for her buying my ticket, but that was her gesture of thanks to me for providing the transportation. Karen and her kids had been coming by to visit more and more frequently. At one point I thought she had caught a look between Allyson and me but she hadn't said anything. We were pretty good at hiding stuff from Mom and Dad, but Karen and her kids were more observant. We were trying to be even more careful around them. Karen and I had spoken a few times over the weeks and during those talks I had noticed a change in her. I was attracted to her, always had been, but she had started wearing somewhat more provocative attire. She had always worn sundresses but one time, for example, she showed up wearing one that had a hemline well up her thigh and a neckline that showed off her big full breasts to great effect. Despite myself, I grew hard in my jeans as we talked, imaging my cock sliding in and out of the valley between her big breasts or thinking about bending her over, flipping up that skirt, and slipping my dick inside of her cunt. I wondered how different she would feel from Allyson. Being older and having had twins I could only assume it would be looser around my dick. She told me, again, how she wanted us to be closer. She spoke about our childhood and occasionally touched my arm as she spoke. I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. When she stopped and waited for me to respond, I wanted to tell her that everything was fine, but, despite my growing physical attraction for her I could help but be honest. I said, "Look, I was twelve when you left home. I thought you were so cool and I was proud that you were my big sister, but you left." Karen frowned. I didn't enjoy the fact that I had put it there. That look didn't suit her cute freckled face, though I had seen it on her quite a lot lately. She put her hand on mine and asked, "Is there no way we can get back to the way we were before?" I wanted to say something reassuring but I couldn't. I said, "Geez, Karen, that was a lifetime ago." "Well, then, can we start over? Maybe have a new type of relationship?" Karen insisted. What was she suggesting? Surely she wasn't feeling as attracted to me as I was to her. Though Allyson had shared my attraction, I had no illusions that everyone wanted me. Still, what did she mean? I finally said, "Maybe." She smiled at me. How I loved that smile. "Just give me a chance, baby brother. That's all I ask." Then she kissed me, hard on the lips. I almost opened my mouth to her but stopped myself just in time as she broke the kiss. "You won't regret this. I promise." My cock throbbed in my jeans as I watched her walk away, her long black hair flowing down her back and her toned legs flexing sexily. She was six years older than me and was my sister. Maybe it was what I was doing with Allyson but I found the feelings of that old crush right at surface. I doubted she wanted the physical relationship that I had running around my head. She probably meant something else, like a new adult sibling relationship. Still, I had a hard time keeping my lewd thoughts at bay. With Karen visiting so often, I shouldn't have been surprised by what happened next. It was that Saturday morning, after we got up, and we were all at the breakfast table when Dad announced, "I'm going to need your help today." Allyson and I both asked, "Mine?" He nodded and said, "Yes, from both of you. We need to move your sister's things into the back two bedrooms." "As storage?" Allyson asked. Mom shook her head and said, "No dear, Karen is moving in with us. Isn't that wonderful? We'll have all of the family back together again." Allyson sighed and said, "Great." Dad asked, "You aren't happy about having your big sister living here? She's not going to take your room or anything." Allyson waved her hand and said, "I know. It's not that." Mom smiled and said, "Well, I think it's wonderful. This will be a great chance for you kids to get closer than ever, don't you think?" Allyson perked up and admitted, "It might be. It just might be." She had a familiar sparkle in her eyes. *** It took several trips to get all the items as well as put the furniture back in storage. Leesville was thirty minutes away, so each round trip took at least an hour. At one point, Allyson and I managed to find ourselves in the house alone together. After unloading the furniture from my truck into the storage unit in town we had taken the rest of the furniture back home and moved it into the back bedrooms. Mom, Dad, and Karen's twins had just left to get another load. Karen had left too, saying she was going to check on the storage unit before going to get another load. We had the house to ourselves for maybe the last time, so we decided to make the best of it. It was a fateful decision that changed everything. Had we been able to restrain ourselves we might never have gotten caught. When we were discovered, Allyson was sitting on the bathroom counter with her legs spread wide on either side of me. I was standing in front of her, sliding my long hard cock in and out of her tight dripping snatch. We both had our head down watching it slip sexily in and out of her tight clasping cunt. Allyson said, "That feels so fucking good, Joe! That looks so hot! I love watching your cock siding in and out of my puss, don't you?" "Yes," I sighed in pleasure, loving when she called it her 'puss'. Her tight cunt felt so good around my rock-hard cock and I was completely turned on, as I gently stroked myself in and out of my little sister. I felt Allyson tense below me and, for a moment, I thought she was coming. I was so mesmerized watching her juices glisten along my shaft as I slowly stroked in and out of her, that I wasn't aware of the fact that she had turned to look at the doorway for a good thirty seconds. When I finally noticed, my heart sank. Was someone in the doorway? After another fifteen seconds, and a half-dozen heavenly strokes, I finally decided to turn and look. Yes, I still fucked her while I suspected someone was at the door because I feared they would be the last strokes I got from Allyson. If it was Dad, they would probably be the last strokes of my life. There, in the doorway, stood Karen. She immediately gasped in surprise and dropped the armful of clothes she had been carrying. Her hands went to her mouth in shock as the neatly folded dresses unfolded themselves and pooled at her feet. I was so turned on in that moment that as I pulled out of Allyson I turned toward Karen instead of turning away to hide my hard cock from her, as I might have done had anyone else discovered us. It was a subconscious reaction that I didn't really think about until much later. My cock stood out obscenely from my groin, not only coated with Allyson's fuck fluids but actually dripping with them. It pulsed strongly as my heart beat even faster from the excitement and the danger. For some reason I wasn't terrified like when the cop pulled up. It was almost as if I were showing off to her. Karen said, "Oh my god, Joe. What the fuck do you think you're doing?" her hands halfway covering her mouth as she spoke. To my surprise she didn't shout at me. "Karen, I can explain," I said, not quite sure how I could in fact explain to her how I had wound up fucking our little sister on the bathroom counter. I knew there was a chance if I did or said the wrong thing she would fly out of the house and tell our parents, but for some reason I wasn't afraid of that happening. Allyson hopped down off the counter in front of me as Karen challenged me, "Explain how I found you fucking your little sister? My god Joe, she's just a kid!" "I'm not a fucking kid! I'm eighteen. I'm a woman," Allyson retorted defiantly. Karen hesitated and muttered, "Yes, well, I can see that, but still-" Still defiant, and not self-conscious about her nudity as she took a step toward Karen, Allyson challenged, "'Still' what?" "You can't fuck your brother," Karen declared, but the softness of her words and a lilt in her voice made it almost sound like a question. "What would Mom and Dad say?" Allyson took another step forward, halfway between me and my older sister, and said firmly, "Mom and Dad will never find out; unless you fucking tell them!" Karen looked as if she'd been slapped. She said, "No, I'd never say anything. You can trust me!" Then, softer, she muttered, "It's just that this is so wrong." Allyson took another step forward and said, so softly that I almost didn't hear her, "If it's so fucking wrong, then why are you still standing there?" "What?" Karen asked. Allyson flashed me a smile as she asked Karen softly, "How long were you standing there, watching us?" "I- Well-" Karen stammered. Allyson eased up alongside of Karen as I took a couple steps closer to hear what she was saying. She nearly whispered, "You stood there and watched us without saying a fucking word until Joe looked at you. I know because I was watching you. If he hadn't seen you, would you have said anything? Would you have watched Joe slide his long hard cock in and out of my tight wet pussy until he filled me with his cum?" "I-" Allyson barely paused for a breath as she continued softly taunting her sister. She said, "I mean, look at you now? During this entire fucking conversation you haven't looked me in the eyes once. You can't take your fucking eyes off of Joe's cock, can you?" Karen was breathing heavy. She glanced down at Allyson's naked form not two feet from her and then, slowly, up into her eyes. She said, "It's been a long time since I've seen one that big, or seen one at all for that matter." Allyson smiled softly at her and whispered, "You want to join us, don't you?" "What?" "Hah, you do!" Allyson exclaimed triumphantly. "You want to join us. You want to fuck him too, don't you?" "No," Karen mewled weakly, her tone contradicting her word. "I know you do," Allyson soothed as she moved around behind her. "It's okay. We're all family here," she said as she pulled the zipper slowly down the back of Karen's sundress. I was as mesmerized by my little sister's words as much as Karen was. With Allyson behind her, Karen had nowhere to look but at me, because she was frozen to that spot like she had stepped into wet cement and, not only was she not able to move, she didn't know if she even wanted to. Her eyes locked onto my hard cock which was bobbing and throbbing obscenely in front of me as I eased forward. Then, finally, she looked up my bare chest and up into my eyes. Her eyes were glazed with lust. Allyson pushed her older sister's dress down her arms until it fell away. She whispered, "You have a beautiful fucking body, Karen. Do you know that?" She unhooked her bra and ran her hands forward into the loosened bra, cupping her older sister's big tits in her little hands. "How long has it been since someone touched you like this?" Karen continued to stare up into my eyes as she whispered honestly, "Too long!" I leaned forward and kissed her. She didn't back away, opening her mouth to me. She tasted like cinnamon and I was startled to feel her hand immediately and firmly wrap around my hard cock. I realized in a flash that the one thing I had always wished for, to fuck my big sister, was about to come true. Allyson pushed Karen's bra down her arms and rolled her older sister's nipples in her fingers. She kissed the side of her neck as I kissed her mouth; it was all very intimate and seemed to be happening in slow-motion. Of course, that suited me fine. I wanted the moment to last forever. Karen slowly stroked my cock in her fist, feeling the full meaty girth and taking her time with it. When her bra traveled down her arms, she didn't have the presence of mind to release her grip and so her bra hooked onto my dick like some sort of bra holder. I could feel the smooth cups brushing against my thighs and knees. I would have found it funny at any other time but in that moment I couldn't have cared less; I didn't want her to stop stroking me and I couldn't wait to feel her as well. I put my left hand to the back of her head as we kissed; on the side away from Allyson's head. With my right hand I caressed down her stomach quickly to her soft cotton panties. I pressed my fingers between her thighs only to find Allyson's fingers already there ahead of me, probing from behind, much to my surprise and delight. Karen moaned in pleasure up into my mouth as Allyson and I pushed our older sister's panties down off her hips and we both stimulated her pussy. I gently pressed my fingers up against her clit and rocking them side to side, the hard little nub of her clit rubbing firmly against her pelvic bone. At the same time, Allyson eased, first one, and then two of her fingers up her dripping snatch, working them slowly in and out. I was a little surprised by Allyson's passion toward Karen. I hadn't expected that but I was not complaining because it was so fucking hot I could barely stand it. I released my older sister's head and broke the kiss, looking into her eyes; they were glassy with lust. Her mouth hung open and her breathing was heavy. She looked so sexy. Karen's tits hung a little loosely on her chest, bigger and fuller but less firm than before she had the twins. I collected the one that Allyson had released in my hand and, bending low, took the hard nipple between my lips. Her skin tasted salty and she smelled divine as I sucked as much of her warm tit-flesh into my mouth as possible. In bending down like I did, Karen was forced to release my cock, letting it bounce free in the cool air of the bathroom. She put her hands to the back of my head, interlacing her fingers into my short hair, as she moaned in pleasure, both at my mouth and tongue on her breast but also at Allyson's fingers plunging rapidly in and out of her dripping cunt, the wet sloshing sounds loud in the confined space. I grabbed both of her tits in my hands, brushing Allyson's hand away, as she pulled me tight against her chest, smothering me with her warm tits. I rolled the nipples between my fingers, turning my head from side to side, lapping and sucking voraciously at first one hard nipple and then the other. "Oh my god," Karen whispered as she began to shudder, the orgasm that Allyson and I were producing rushed through her and washed over her. My little sister's fingers sloshing in and out of my older sister's cunt was the main driving force despite my best efforts on her tits. I held her steady as she pitched forward against me, her breathing heavy and fast before suddenly slowing to normal with a great sigh. I stood up into my older sister's arms and lifted her onto the bathroom counter to my left. She didn't resist and Allyson pulled back, content for the moment to watch and see what I did next. Karen laid back on the counter, her head against the hard mirror and her ass slightly over the lip of the counter. Her legs fell open before me revealing my older sister's pussy to me for the first time. I had dreamed of this day for a very long time. I took in the sight of her in like a photograph that will forever be etched into my memory. Her face was covered in lust as she looked at me, her mouth slightly open. Her big tits rested on her chest, sagging somewhat to each side, the nipples hard and wet from my saliva. Her freckled and lightly tanned stomach which was usually flat was rippled up because of her position on the counter. Her pale thighs parted; framing and exposing her most intimate places to my prying eyes. She was waxed completely free of hair so I could plainly see that her entire crotch had the ruddy hue of excitement and Allyson's fingers had made the whole area wet and glistening in the bright bathroom lights. The dark lips were puffy and flowered open with anticipation though her pussy looked to be as small as Allyson's. My Sexy Family Ch. 02 While all of my encounters with Allyson were filled with filthy language, even though she stood right beside me, this encounter with Karen was completely silent. I wondered if it was because my little sister didn't want to break the spell or if she really was speechless. I considered that it might have something to do with hurting her feelings but I dismissed that realizing this was her idea and if she had a problem with it we'd deal with it later. At that moment, there was nothing in the world that was going to stop me from fucking my big sister. I grabbed Karen's bra, still hooked onto my rod and tossed it over my shoulder into the shower. I took my cock in my fist and pressed the head to Karen's pussy. The opening looked too small for me, as excited and large as my shaft was, but I didn't tease either of us. I pressed down, easily parting the folders of her pussy and lining up my cock with her cunt. I then slowly but firmly rocked my hips forward, driving my prick into her. Though her pussy was small, it parted easily before me. This is what I had dreamed of for so long, sliding my dick into Karen; and it was heavenly. She was warm and wet inside as I pressed myself all the way into her in one smooth motion until my balls brushing her ass and I felt the cool edge of the counter against my thighs. Karen moaned in pleasure. Then she hissed, "Yes." I held myself deep inside of her, savoring the feeling of her cunt gripping my shaft, her soft thighs against my hips, and my balls against her ass. I wanted to ask her if she liked it and tell her how good it felt, but I didn't want to break the spell. I felt like one wrong word and I'd snap her back to reality. She'd realize how wrong this was and tell me so. So, I held my tongue. Allyson caressed my balls from behind with one hand and began rubbing her sister's clit with her other hand. She was so turned on and I could tell that she wanted to say something but she too felt hesitant. She looked at me and we realized that we were both trying not to say or do the wrong thing. I kissed her. I kissed Allyson deeply; working my tongue into her mouth as I slowly pulled my cock halfway out of Karen's cunt and then pressed it back in, grinding slowly into her. It was so surreal to kiss my little sister as I fucked my big sister. I felt so wicked. Karen sighed, "Oh my god, you guys are so hot." We broke the kiss and looked at her. I didn't stop stroking in and out of her lightly clinging pussy and Allyson didn't stop rubbing her clit and my balls, but we were both a little surprised. We smiled at her. Karen said, "Don't stop kissing on my account." We laughed. The spell was broken, but it was going to be okay. Then, to my surprise, Karen scolded me as only a sister can. She said, "Come on Joe, fuck me harder. That feels really good but, unfortunately, we don't have all day. Maybe next time we will but for right now you need to hurry up and make me come before someone else shows up." As Allyson stopped what she was doing to laugh at the situation a few things registered with me immediately. First, Karen really wanted my cock. Second, she was well aware of how dangerous the situation was. Third, there was going to be a next time. As instructed, I rocked my hips back and forth, faster and faster, slicing my prick in and out of my big sister until the sounds of my thighs slapping against hers filled the bathroom. My balls slapped hard against her upturned ass on each stroke and I realized that as deeply as I was stroking into her I was not hitting bottom. She felt so good around my dick. "Yes, that's it!" she cooed. "Harder!" Allyson's laughter quickly faded as she watched me fuck our older sister harder and harder, rocking her body and making her big tits bob and sway atop her chest. Now that the spell was broken, she said, "Oh my god, that's so fucking hot. Fuck her good Joe! Show her what she's been missing." I tucked my hands into Karen's hips, pulling her firmly toward the edge of the counter, as I fucked myself into her with all of my might. The slapping sounds of sex would have been easily heard outside the trailer, I realized, but I didn't care at the moment. I was living the dream and fucking the shit out of my older sister. Karen gripped my waist with her hands and encouraged me to pound her good. She gasped and moaned as her orgasm approached. "That's it, fuck that pussy! Give it to me Joe!" I felt the tingling in my thighs and I knew I wasn't going to be able to last much longer, the pounding of my body against hers vibrating through me. There was no way I was going to be able to hold back. I realized that was just as well due to the limited time we had but I also wanted to be sure Karen came so that promised 'next time' would actually happen. "Oh God, I'm coming," Karen finally groaned as she moaned and writhed beneath me. Her cunt clasped tightly to my rod as she came, trying to hold me inside of her. Relieved that I had made her come I pressed forward with all of my weight, ramming as deeply into her as I could, lodging my meaty prick completely inside of her body. The world faded away for me as the cum raced up my shaft and blasted deep into her cunt. The release was amazing and I let it happen, pouring every ounce of me into her. "Give me that cum" Karen groaned in the distance. I gripped her hips strongly, not letting Karen get away, as I emptied myself into my sister until I was completely spent. I gasped for air, suddenly feeling very weak. I felt the sweat beading on my back not realizing I had started sweating until that moment. The only sounds in the room for a short moment were our breathing until that was broken by the sound of a car door slamming closed. Allyson was the first to act. She squatted down on the floor, gathered her clothes, and darted toward her bedroom. Within five seconds she was gone. It took me several seconds to realize that Karen was pushing on my stomach with her hands. I had her pinned to the counter and she couldn't get away. I stepped back; my cock had already deflated halfway and as it slid out of my older sister I could see how thickly it was coated in her fuck juices and my own cum. Karen hopped off the counter stepped into her yellow dress and pulled it up as we heard Mom and Dad's voice outside. Karen whispered, "Where's my bra?" I quickly retrieved it from the shower and handed it to her. Karen swiftly pulled the bra on, hooked it, and zipped up her dress. Then she glanced around, pulled her panties off the floor and slid them up her legs. She muttered, "Your cum is already leaking down my thighs." "Sorry," was all I could think to say. My older sister looked at me and smiled. She stepped up to me and gave me a quick kiss and said, "Don't be," before stepping out into the hall. She kicked the dressed she had dropped in the hall into the other bathroom and pulled my bathroom door closed just as Dad opened the back door. I heard Karen close the door to that other bathroom before the pounding of little feet announced that the twins were running through the trailer. I locked the door to the bathroom I was in, considering myself safe. I sat on the commode because I had started shaking. Everything that had just occurred had really taken my strength from me. I had to sit down. *** Karen took one of the bedrooms and her twins took the other one. The trailer was big enough, with five bedrooms, and over the next couple of days Mom and Dad had everyone eat dinner together at night. They were so happy that we were all under the same room. Now, we were all aware that children are very observant and also very talkative, so, with the kids around, I didn't dare even look sideways at Allyson or Karen. So, I didn't know where their heads were at. Between the kids running around and our parents taking the week off to enjoy all of their kids and grand-kids living with them for the first time in nearly a decade, I had no chance to really talk to either of my sisters. Dad picked up Allyson from work and Mom was glued to Karen's side all day long. My first real chance to talk to my little sister consisted of the ten minute drive to pick up her friends on the way to the concert. I had put on my best blue jeans and boots. They were tight and showed off my body to good effect as I was hoping for a little action from Allyson that night. My plaid short-sleeved shirt completed my cowboy look. "You look very nice tonight," Karen told me diplomatically as I sat at the dining room table waiting for Allyson to finish getting ready. She was sitting on the couch with her kids and our parents. "Thanks," I replied. "I just wish Allyson would hurry up. If she takes much longer we're going to be late." Dad shouted, "Allyson, your brother is waiting for you. Hurry up!" After another moment the room went silent, but for the television commercial blaring about buying a car at Gray Nissan, a local dealership. All eyes turned and watched Allyson walk into the living room. She smiled and spun around, showing off her dress. Allyson had on a very shiny silver halter top that dropped to cover her chest completely but left her arms, half her sides, and her entire back exposed, showing off her great newly-tanned skin and the fact that she wore no bra. At her waist flared a short black skirt which fell to just above mid-thigh. Black heels made her taller than usual as well, though it was obvious she wasn't used to walking in them as her steps were quite tentative. "Wow, you look great," Karen said. Dad asked, "You're not going out in that, are you?" "She's eighteen," Mom scolded him. "Besides, Joe will be there." Dad nodded. "Well, okay then. Joe, you had better keep a close eye on her. I don't want anyone giving her any trouble just because she's dressed like-" "Yes, Sir," I said, cutting him off before he could really insult her. "I'll protect her." I stood up and put my arm around her protectively, enjoying the feel of her so close to me. "Ready?" she asked me, trying to ignore Dad's almost-comment. She knew he was going to say something really insulting and didn't want to think about it. "Yep." We took Dad's SUV, because it had more room. The trip to Lisa's parent's house was only ten minutes long and I would have driven in silence if I had known how the conversation would go. As soon as I got the SUV on the road she said, "God, I have waited so long for this night and it's finally here." I said, "Yeah, you worked hard for it." "Thanks to you for finding me a job!" she said with a smile and then fell silent. Then, without really thinking it through I said to her, "So, we haven't had a chance to talk but I was wondering how much you told Lisa and Melissa." "About what?" she asked, giving me a weird sideways glance. "About us, I mean. Can I kiss you in front of them or do I need to pretend their idea didn't work?" I asked. Allyson thought for a second and then said, "Their idea? Oh, you mean their idea for me to let you know that I know that you want me?" I nodded. "Yeah, to use your hand instead of your butt to see if I'd be willing to give you a tumble." She asked, "Were you spying on us?" Oh shit! I had really put my foot in it now, I realized. Allyson didn't know about the recording. I tried to play dumb. "What?" Allyson gasped and then said, "Did you eavesdrop on our conversation? Oh shit, is that how you knew I wanted to fuck you? It is, isn't it? Oh my God! I can't believe you Joe!" I sighed. I didn't know what to say to that. I had spied on them and she had busted me on it. I tried to say something, to apologize, but I couldn't come up with the words. Finally, I came up with the only thing I could think of, going on the offensive. I knew it was the wrong thing to do but I was so caught off guard I couldn't think straight. I said, "Well, you spied on me in the shower." "You never caught me doing that. You only know I did that because you heard me tell them that!" she accused, growing angry. She folded her arms and turned her head to look out the window. She had me there. I only knew any of that because of what I had seen and heard on the video. I quickly weighed my options and decided to try to smooth this over before we picked up her friends. Driving down a residential street, only a couple blocks from Lisa's house, I pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the SUV. Allyson looked at me, a bit startled, she said, "Why are you stopping? We're going to be late." "I need to explain," I told her. "There's nothing to explain," she declared angrily. "You fucking spied on us and used that information against me." "Against you?" I asked, confused. "Yes. At the water park, you acted like you didn't fucking know I wanted you. Then you kept telling me to stop, but all along you knew how horny I was for you," she accused. Then she turned toward the window, not just turning her head but her whole body away from me. She unbuckled her seatbelt to do it. Her bare lightly-tanned back glowed sexily in the street light. "No. It's not like that," I pleaded, hoping she didn't get out of the vehicle before I could explain. "Look, I didn't watch the video until after you had locked yourself in your room. Your friends were right; I'm not subtle. I didn't know you wanted me; I thought you were doing what I wanted. I felt guilty at the water park and I thought I had destroyed our relationship. Then, when you wanted to fuck me, I thought you were just trying to please me. It wasn't until I watched that video that I realized that you really did want me." Her face still at the window and her body turned away from me, Allyson asked after a moment, "So, you really were clueless?" I unbuckled my seatbelt, leaned over, and kissed the side of her pretty neck. She didn't pull away but tipped her head to give me better access. Encouraged, I ran my hands across her warm smooth back as I whispered, "Yes, totally clueless. Please don't be mad at me." She sighed. I could sense her resolve softening. As I licked up to her ear I slipped my left hand under the left edge of her halter top and ran my fingers across her breast. I caught the nipple between two of my fingers and worked it back and forth, making the nipple hard. "Oh, Joe, you're my big brother. I can never stay mad at you," she breathed as she leaned back against me and turned her head to kiss me. I kissed her, my tongue pressing gently into her open mouth as I continued to stimulate her little tit. Her skin felt so soft against my hand and her mouth tasted minty. We kissed like that for a long time until, convinced that she understood me and held no anger towards my spying, I pulled my head back and asked her, "So, we're okay?" She beamed a smile at me and said, "Yes, of course we are." "Good," I sighed, returning her smile, my hand still in her top, caressing her breast. Suddenly a light filled the cabin of the SUV and then was gone; the passing headlights of a car. I pulled away from her and sat back in my seat, looking around to see who might be watching. When I saw no police or even bystanders, I looked back at Allyson. She smiled at me again and said, "You are so fucking jumpy. We'd better get going before Lisa and Melissa start texting me." I took a deep breath, nodded, and started the car back up. We put our seatbelts on before I drove the two blocks to Lisa's parent's house. "I didn't tell them anything, by the way," she told me. "They keep asking but I keep changing the subject." I nodded at that and said, "Well, I'll try to just pretend that nothing has changed." When I pulled into Lisa's parent's driveway she emerged from the front door immediately. I had forgotten how beautiful she was, her long curly orange hair flowing all about her face. Her pale and heavily freckled skin glowed in the fading sunlight. Her dress was a green sequined one that had a rather high neckline but a keyhole so long that it ran from her upper chest to her belly button, offering brief glimpses of the pale skin between her firm breasts as she moved toward the SUV. The dress was cinched to the waist and flowed down to her knees. It had no sleeves and when she turned to get into the vehicle I saw that it also had no back, her pale skin clear of blemishes other than her natural orange freckles. Her green shoes were perfect match for the dress. She smiled at me as she passed the driver's door and got in behind me. "Hey girl," she said to Allyson. Then she said, "Thanks for driving us, Joe." "No problem," I said. "You look really nice." She smiled at me via my rearview mirror and said, "Thank you. You're sweet." As I pulled out of the driveway, Allyson asked, "That is a really hot dress! How did your dad let you leave the fucking house wearing it?" Lisa laughed and said, "I slipped out while he was watching television. Shit, I don't think he even glanced at me. Anyway, you're showing as much skin as I am, if not more. How did you get out your house?" "Mom came to my rescue. She said that I was 18 years old and I could go out dressed like this if I fucking wanted to. She said Joe would protect me anyway," Allyson replied. Lisa smiled of me through the rear view mirror again and said to Allyson, "yes, it is nice to have a big strong man around!" I smiled back at Lisa but I noticed that Allyson got a strange look on her face. I dismissed it since a car was passing by and I concentrated on pulling into Melissa's parent's driveway without being hit. After I pulled up and stopped, I waited a few seconds and then asked them, "Well, do I blow the horn or do one of you ladies want to go knock on the door?" "Shit! I'll text her," Lisa said as she pulled out her phone and fired off a quick text. After another minute Melissa emerge through the front door. Before she closed the door she said something to, presumably, her parents. As she hurried toward the SUV, she smiled and waved at us. Her long pink hair was pulled back in her signature poufy ponytail and the lightly tanned skin of her shoulders and upper chest was beautiful in the front porch light. Her hot pink lipstick perfectly matched, not only her hair, but her pink tube dress. Melissa was tall and skinny but her big breasts were more than ample to hold up the tube dress, some of the firm flesh overflowing the top and revealing a lot of cleavage. I didn't know if they were fake or real. The dress ended at the tops of her thighs, leaving her long sexy legs complete exposed. Her pink heels also matched her dress and made her even taller. When Melissa climbed into the back seat she said, "My dad was pitching a damned fit about my dress. We're all eighteen, right?" "Right!" Lisa affirmed. "We were just talking about that shit." "Anyway," Melissa sighed. "You guys ready for this?" Both of the girls nodded. "You look damn nice, Joe," she told me. "Thanks for driving us." "Not a problem," I told her. "I love the dress." "Thanks," she said. "I don't know what Dad's all upset about. I'm wearing a pink thong, after all. Nobody can see a damned thing." My cock stirred in my pants as I envisioned what her pink thong must look like. These girls were hot; just as hot as Allyson if not more-so. Problem was; I didn't trust them. After what had happened in Houston, I didn't trust many people. Without replying, I drove out of town and toward Coushatta. We passed through Sugartown and Oberlin before arriving at the casino. On the way to the concert all three girls spoke incessantly about everything from the concert to the SUV to gossip about people the all new to interesting features along the highway in Sugartown. I didn't pay too much attention, having been busted for eavesdropping as it was. Besides, I was really speeding down the road and I was on the lookout for cops. My Sexy Family Ch. 02 Since the girls were eighteen and not allowed to gamble they were restricted to a certain lane they could walk through the casino, marked on the carpet. We made our way through the casino to the auditorium along with many other people, some dressed up and some not. The auditorium was packed with fans and everyone around us stared at the girls. They were the hottest things in the vicinity and I put on a good show at trying to shoo off any prospective weirdoes. The girls were appreciative. We got our seats quite a ways from the stage. We could see the band but they were pretty small. Our seats were on the aisle and I sat in the third seat in, with Melissa on my right and Lisa on my left. Allyson sat in the aisle seat beside Lisa. We had to make it look like we were just brother and sister, I reasoned, so there was no excuse to sit together when Lisa sat between us. Lisa and Melissa were very interactive with me during the concert, holding onto my arms when we were standing or slapping my thigh when they wanted to draw my attention to something. Lisa didn't ignore Allyson completely, but her attention was mostly on me. As for Melissa, every man nearby wanted her but she only had eyes for me. Now, I wasn't shy either, putting my arms around their waist when I leaned in to listen to them tell me something, or putting my arm protectively around Melissa when the guy on the other side of her started eyeing her a little too much. Big orange hair on my left and big pink hair on my right, they looked hot, smelled wonderful, and they were very nice to me. I figured that, though I didn't really trust them like I did Allyson, there was no harm in a little flirting. I hadn't done that, with anyone besides my sisters, since Lily broke my heart. Near the end of the concert, when everyone sat down for one of the slower ballads, I found Melissa holding my left hand, her arm tucked under mine while Lisa did the same on my right. They both knew what the other was doing. I'm not so big they couldn't see each other, but neither seemed to mind. In fact, they sometimes spoke to each other across me. I was feeling pretty good by the time the concert ended. It was a rousing finale with everyone on their feet whooping and hollering. We were all in the moment. My ears were still ringing as we made our way through the casino and out into the parking lot. The ringing slowly faded as we walked. I lead the way and listened to Lisa and Melissa talk to each other about how much fun they had. Then, halfway to where I had parked, they stopped talking and Lisa asked, "What's wrong?" I glanced back and saw that they had stopped and were looking at Allyson. She had a pouty frown on her face. That was a look I easily recognized. It wasn't subtle. She was not happy about something. "Nothing," she said. Melissa said, "Don't bullshit us. We're your friends. What's going on?" "Did we do something wrong?" Lisa asked. "No, I guess not," she said with a sigh as she glanced at me and looked away. Lisa looked at me and her eyes went wide when she saw the concern on my face. She asked Allyson "Is there something you haven't told us?" Allyson looked away and muttered, "Maybe." Melissa whispered something to her that I couldn't hear from where I was standing and when Allyson, after a moment, nodded, she hugged her. Lisa, who heard the exchange, looked at me and asked, "You fucked your sister?" "W-what?" I stammered. Instant panic set in. They know what we had been doing! Did they know how to keep their mouths shut? If this got back to Mom and Dad, we were fucked. Lisa looked concerned and then said, "Did you hurt her?" "No," Allyson said quickly. "He's wonderful!" Lisa was confused. She asked, "Why didn't you tell us?" My sister looked down, shrugged, and said, "I don't know." I knew why. It was because they were blabbermouths. So, I said, "She didn't want it to get around. DeRidder is a small town!" Lisa looked at me with serious expression and said firmly, "I would never tell anyone!" "Good," I said, giving her a smile and trying to deflect her growing hurt and anger. She thought for a moment, turned to Allyson, and asked, "So, what are you upset about?" Melissa quickly answered that, saying, "Lisa, she's jealous, okay?" I was totally confused. I asked, "Jealous over what?" Melissa chuckled as she took Lisa's arm and walked toward where the SUV was parked. As she passed, she told me with a smile, "Jealous over you, dummy." Me? I stepped up to Allyson who had tears rolling down her face. I asked, "Is she right? Are you jealous?" She shrugged and said, "Maybe." "Why?" I asked. She hesitated. Then, after a moment, he sighed and said, "Well, the way you were flirting with them I just, well, if you hook up with one of them you won't want to fuck me anymore." I laughed at that and said, "I'm not going to hook up with them!" "You're not?" she asked, surprised. "No. I hardly know them and I sure as hell don't trust them enough to fuck them," I told her honestly. "But, I thought-" "Look, you know that Lily broke my heart. I guess you could say I have trust issues; I realize that. So, I'm not going to get involved with anyone without getting to know them very well. I don't have one-night-stands. "As for you and me, well, you're my sister. I will always love you, and, after everything that's happened, I can't see a time when I won't want to fuck you. I mean, even if, sometime in the future, you or I were to find someone, fall in love, and get married, I'd still want to fuck you." "Really?" she asked, hope and a smile in her teary eyes. I nodded. She squealed, wrapped her arms around my neck, and jumped up to put her legs around my waist. She peppered me with kisses before kissing my mouth hard. She nearly forced my mouth open and pressed her tongue inside, aggressively kissing me and turning me on like crazy. My cock grew hard in my jeans as I held her ass in my hands so she didn't slide down. With her skirt as short as it was and her underwear only a thong, I found myself holding her bare ass cheeks in my hand as we kissed in the parking lot with many strangers, who had also just left the concert, passing by. I didn't care. I realized in the back of my mind that it was possible we could be recognized by others from DeRidder who had driven over for the concert, but I didn't care in that moment. I let her kiss me, enjoying her aggressiveness. I wanted to fuck her right there, but I knew that was impossible. Still, realizing that, though my hands were on her bare ass, they were under the skirt and hidden from view. I shifted her weight onto my right hand a bit more and eased the fingers of my left hand forward and under her thong. I felt her asshole and boldly slipped my middle finger inside to the first knuckle. "Oh!" Allyson squeaked as she pulled her head back and looked at me with surprise. Then she smiled and whispered, "Have I told you lately that you are the nastiest big brother in the whole fucking world?" I chuckled at that and smiled back at her. I was so happy to see her smile. My cock throbbed in my jeans as she pressed her pussy against it. I glanced around and realized that many people were watching us, including her friends that were waiting patiently by the SUV. "Just you wait until I get you home," I told her. She kissed me again and hopped down, saying, "Well, then let's get the fuck out of here." I laughed as I held her hand and we walked toward to SUV. I used my free hand to press the button on the remote twice and unlock the doors. The girls immediately got into the back seat. At the front of the vehicle I let go of her hand and said, "I have a question." She stopped and looked at me quizzically. "Well," I said, "you were jealous of your friends, but not Karen?" She thought about that for a moment before she realized what I was getting at. "Oh, well, like I said, I was worried that you might go off with one of them and not want me anymore. Karen's our sister, so it's different. You know what I mean? You aren't going to go off with her and say that fucking your sister is wrong because she's your sister too." I laughed at that. "Besides, that threesome was fun." "It was hardly a threesome," I told her. Just because we were all in the room, didn't really make it a threesome in my eyes. I couldn't wait for the next time we did it; that would be a threesome. As if reading my mind, Allyson said, "Maybe you need to show me what a threesome really is." *** When Allyson and I opened the front door, after making out in the parked SUV at our parents' house for the prior fifteen minutes, we realized that everyone was asleep. It was past midnight. We also remembered that Rick was supposed to pick up the twins for his joint custody that night, so the boys should not be home. I kicked off my boots as I knew the sound of them would surely wake everyone if I left them on. Following my lead, Allyson, removed her heels. I left my boots by the front door but my sister picked her shoes up to carry them with her. Treading lightly through the darkened kitchen and into the living room, her little hand in mine, we could both see that it was dark in our parent's bedroom by the lack of light spilling from beneath their door. However, the living room was illuminated by the television having been left on. The sound was turned down but I could tell it was airing some sort of infomercial. On the couch opposite the television, where Allyson and I usually sat, laid Karen. She was on her back along the couch with her head turned to face us. Her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy. She was asleep. "Did she wait up for us?" Allyson whispered above the sound of the television commercial. I shrugged as I examined my older sister. She wore a robe which had parted quite a bit in her sleep. I could plainly see the freckled skin between her big breasts, and as they sagged a bit to the side, it confirmed that she wore no bra. The tie was loose but it was not parted below her waist. I found myself wondering if she wore any underwear. "Should we wake her up? We could have a threesome!" Allyson whispered. "Shh," I said. She was getting a little loud and I wanted to wake neither Karen nor our parents. Watching Karen sleep for a moment, I took in the sight of the rise and fall of her full breasts, the look of her beautiful face, the way her full lips were parted. I realized that she had probably waited up for us and I was also well aware that our parents were in the very next room. The danger of that was intoxicating. My cock was hard in my jeans as I watched her lying there, and, intoxicated by the danger and her beautiful form as I was, I walked up to her and knelt beside the couch. When she didn't wake I slowly unzipped by jeans and pulled my raging hard-on through the hole. I was unable to resist the urges running through me. The situation was way too hot for me to pass up. "What the fuck are you doing?" Allyson whispered, moving closer to see what I was up to. "What does it look like?" I whispered back. "Right here? Mom and Dad are in the next fucking room!" she replied. "Shh," I shushed her. "What? Are you scared?" She was taken aback by that. Up until that moment she had been the one to pull me into the dangerous situations and here I was, being the one to take the initiative. Admittedly, this was one of the riskier things I had done in my entire life, but I was also proud of myself for being so bold. Allyson smiled at me and shook her head. She moved around to the other side of me, my right side, where Karen's legs stretched out. She knelt down beside me, examined Karen, and whispered, "She's not wearing any panties." As I took my cock in my fist and slowly stroked it, Allyson pulled the ties of her sister's robe apart. She gently pulled the robe open, revealing her full breasts and small hairless pussy. I pressed the head of my cock to my big sister's lips, softly, like a kiss. The sight was so thrilling and the situation so fraught with peril that I almost came in her face right there. I found it all so exciting. Karen didn't wake. Allyson slowly moved up onto the couch between Karen's thighs. I knew that she's soon wake with all this activity but our little sister was moving very slowly and cautiously. I could tell she was just as turned on as I was. Pulling back and then forward I kissed Karen's lips again with the head of my cock. Her lips parted easily at the contact, so I moved forward and slipped the head of my dick into her mouth. It was one of the most erotic sights I had ever beheld, to see my sleeping big sister with my prick sticking out of her face like that. Karen's lips were open wide around my dick but her deep breathing through her nose confirmed that she was still asleep. It felt so wicked to do that to her. I figured she had waited up for us and she had promised a repeat of our adventure in the bathroom, but even I was startled at my own boldness. "Oh my god," Allyson whispered to me. "That is so hot; the way your dick looks sticking out of her fucking face like that while she sleeps. Can I do something?" My little sister was referring to her touching her big sister's pussy somehow. Now, on the one hand I really enjoyed doing this to her while she slept but, on the other hand, I didn't want to be the only one to shoulder the blame when she woke. So, I nodded. Allyson took a deep breath and whispered, mostly to herself, "I've never done this before." Then she lowered her face between Karen's thighs. She was going to eat her pussy. A little surprised and a lot aroused, leaving the head inside, I stroked a single inch of my cock slowly between my sister's lips. From the neck of my cock to the circumcision line and back again, I fucked her face very gently so as not to wake her. Even in her sleep Karen recognized a dick in her mouth, I reasoned, as I felt her tongue swirl sexily around the head of my prick. I was in heaven, my back to my parents' door, where they slept just beyond, my cock in my big sister's mouth, her tongue swirling against my most sensitive nerves and sending bolts of pleasure through my body, her naked form visible to my hungry eyes as her robe was fully opened, her breasts full and sagging just a bit to each side, the nipples hard, while my little sister lapped ever so gingerly at her pussy. The extreme danger, boldness, and eroticism all mixed together in my mind as I pulled at the snaps of my shirt. Karen moaned with pleasure and her lips tightened around my dick as her thighs spread more to allow Allyson better access to continue her ministrations. She was waking up. Her eyes were beginning to flutter and her forehead wrinkling with dawning confusion. I palmed one of her big tits in my hand, the flesh so soft and warm, and rolled the hardening nipple between my fingers as Allyson continued lapping at her big sister's pussy. She could either be angry or happy when she finally realized what was happening. I figured, the more turned on she was the better. Karen opened her eyes and looked up at me. That was the moment of truth. What would she do? She reached up with her right hand between my legs, palmed me left ass cheek, and pulled me toward her as she pressed her face forward, driving my dick deeper into her mouth. With one motion she swallowed my entire rob into her face and down her open throat. "Oh God," I groaned. No woman had ever sucked my cock as completely as my big sister was at that moment. Her lips nestled into my pubic hair at the base of my dick and I could feel her upper and lower lips against both of my balls. Though some women had swallowed the head of my dick into their throats to one degree or another, their throats were all so tight that it was almost painful to the head of my prick. Not Karen. Her throat felt so open and silky against the tip of my dick that she sent me straight to heaven. Allyson lifted her head from Karen's pussy and whispered, "Shh, Mom and Dad will fucking hear you!" Karen put her left hand on top of her little sister's head and pushed her down between her legs as she pulled her own head back until just the head of my dick was between her lips. She began bobbing her head back and forth, dragging her lips along my hard throbbing shaft. "Oh shit," I whispered, as pleasure flooded my brain. I could feel her lips on my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke, and her silky throat on every down stroke. I was glad I was kneeling down. After a moment, Karen pulled off and whispered, "Oh yeah, right there Honey! Right fucking there!" She wasn't talking to me, I realized, but Allyson. As I watched, my little sister sucked at her big sister's pussy. She must have found her clit and from the way her cheeks hollowed, she was sucking it pretty hard. "Yeah, suck it," Karen hissed softly. "Make me come!" Many women couldn't take that sort of treatment of their clit, direct sucking, but apparently she wasn't one of them. Her breathing labored, my older sister stroked my throbbing dick in her fist. She was unable to concentrate on giving me a blowjob any longer, the pleasure overwhelming her. I leaned my face down and sucked at her hard nipples as her orgasm approached. I was glad she was not angry at my intrusion and that she was coming so soon. "That's it," I urged her quietly. "Come all over Allyson's pretty face." "Oh God," Karen groaned, a little louder than I would have liked. My words had apparently pushed her over the edge. She released my dick and devoted both hands to pulling Allyson's head against her coming pussy. It was such a beautiful sight to see my sister come like that. She was in total bliss as I continued to work on her tits with my mouth and hands. Allyson sucked at her big sister's clit until her head was finally released. Karen indicated for her to move up and sit on her face, and Allyson didn't argue. She tugged her thong from under her skirt and down her legs before straddling her big sister's face. I watched in awe as Karen began to eat Allyson's pussy. Her tongue and lips worked on her so sexily and skillfully that our little sister began softly moaning immediately. She knew what she was doing. For my part, I had to step back to let my little sister climb across the couch. I took the opportunity to unbuckle and unbutton my jeans. Once Allyson had reached her position atop our sister's face, Karen reached out and grabbed my dick again. This time she tugged me toward her as she lifted her right leg out. I knew what she wanted. I pushed my jeans off my legs and onto the floor before crawling onto the couch and kneeling between my sister's spread legs as Allyson began moaning with rising pleasure. I heard her whisper, "Yeah, that's it! Does it taste good, Karen? You like eating my fucking pussy, don't you?" As Karen moaned her agreement I leaned forward and pressed the head of my dick to her small waxed pussy. Her mound was ruddy with excitement and the lips were wet with her fuck juices. Karen, hands on her little sister's ass as she ate her pussy, rocked her hips up, lining up her cunt with the head of my dick, and down, swallowing the first two inches of my prick down her fuck-hole. I pressed forward and drove myself the rest of my way into my older sister's wet cunt. The entry was silky smooth and the depths of her cunt were like a furnace around my cooler prick. She was so warm inside that I just luxuriated there for a moment; my balls nestled against her ass. "Shit Karen, you really know how to eat pussy!" Allyson whispered as she squirmed her round ass down against her sister's chin. "I love the way you suck my clit and then fuck my cunt with your tongue. That's so fucking hot!" My Sexy Family Ch. 02 Karen slurped at her little sister's pussy as she swished her hips side to side, grinding her cunt around my cock. She had one foot flat on the floor and the other on the couch cushion for leverage. She was very talented. Rocking my hips back and forth in rhythm with hers, I fucked her. My prick tingled as the lips of her clinging cunt slid back and forth along my hard shaft. The head never hit bottom though I pressed firmly forward against her ass on every stroke. I went slowly enough to avoid slapping against her. "Yes, fuck me," I heard Karen manage to whisper despite our little sister's pussy covering her face. Allyson glanced back at me, then twisted her body, and leaned toward me for a kiss. "Fuck her good," she hissed. She was still fully clothed, her silver halter top glittering in the light from the television. As we kissed, I slipped my hands into her top from behind, sliding my hands along her sides and under the thin material, until each found one of her small breasts beneath. Rolling her hard nipples between my fingers I was struck by hot erotic I found the situation. There I was, kissing my little sister and fondling her nipples as I fucked my other sister's silky pussy, who was eating Allyson's pussy, all while our parent's, who would kill us if they knew, slept in the very next room. Suddenly Allyson mewled into my mouth and I knew she was coming. I hoped she had enough control to keep her volume down. At the same moment I heard Karen make a similar sound, muffled by the pussy atop her face, as her cunt tightened around my delving cock. Her fuckhole firmly gripped my prick as I jammed myself deep inside her. She came around my dick, her fuck juices flooding her hole and running down my balls. Knowing that both of my sisters were coming, I was in heaven. I loved both of them and I was so glad they were enjoying themselves. However, Karen's cunt felt so good clamped tightly around my hard throbbing manhood that I knew I wouldn't be able to survive another without blasting her full of my cum. When both women came down from their orgasms, Karen's cunt releasing its death grip on my cock, I broke the kiss with Allyson and gave her a smile. I pulled my hands out of her top and pushed her forward, laying her over the arm of the couch but not dislodging her from atop our big sister's face. Pulling my slick cock out of Karen's hot cunt, I crawled up her body and knelt behind Allyson, careful not to kneel on Karen's hair. Looking down, I pushed the little skirt up to her waist and I could see Karen's smile below. She licked at our little sister's clit as she grabbed my rod and nestled the head at the entrance to Allyson's tight cunt. Feeling all this, Allyson turn her head to watch me and whispered, "I have waited for this all fucking night! Fuck my tight pussy, Joe. Fill me with your thick cock!" Her words inflamed my senses and I thrust my hips forward, driving my dick deep into my little sister's body. I hit bottom as her ass nestled against my abdomen. The light musky scent of her arousal drifted up to me. Melting with pleasure, I felt Karen's tongue against the underside of my dick and then her lips sucking one of my balls into her mouth. My cock was in one sister's fuckhole while one of my balls was in the other sister's mouth. I didn't know if I'd be able to last long enough to make Allyson come again. My little sister slowly began rolling her ass up and down, fucking me as I held still and enjoyed Karen working on my nuts. Allyson's tight pussy dragged up and down my shaft so sexily and I really wanted to fuck her hard but I knew that would be too loud and I would also have to lose the kinky feeling of Karen's lips and tongue working on my balls. Allyson rocked back and forth, driving my cock into her again and again, at first savoring the sweet friction and then faster, losing herself in the pleasure of fucking me. Her cunt was tight, gripping my dick firmly, but she was sopping wet with excitement, letting me glide in and out of her with little resistance. "Holy fucking shit!" Allyson whispered as she impaled herself on my meaty spike again and again. "This feels so fucking good! My puss loves my big brother's cock!" Finally, her words, especially calling it her 'puss' again, left me unable to control myself any longer, I leaned forward, held her firmly with my hands around her clothed waist and fucked her. I drove myself into her from behind over and over. I sliced into her with my cock, trying not to slap against her, but still work it as fast as possible. Allyson moaned as the pleasure washed through her, driving her toward orgasm. We could feel Karen's hands on us, but her face had dropped away for her own safety. The rustling and breathing sounds seemed much louder than the television to me, but I was almost beyond caring in that moment. "Come with me, Honey," I whispered, never having used that term of endearment, or any term like that, toward my sister before. In that moment I didn't even notice as I drove myself closer and closer to orgasm. "Yes, Baby! Fill me with your fucking cum!" she hissed. She had never called me 'baby' before. "Come on, fucking give it to me!" Her words inflamed my senses and drove me over the edge. I came, blasting jet after jet of cum deep inside of her tight fuckhole. I groaned with release and lodged my cock deep inside of her cunt, pressing forward with all of my weight as I emptied my balls into her. Allyson was at a loss for words as her orgasm overtook her. She could feel my cum filling her cunt with its warmth and this drove her over the edge, her orgasm sweeping through her like a tidal wave. She gasped and moaned quietly, saying nothing. All was quiet for a moment; our breathing and the soft voice of the television infomercial the only sounds in the room. Then we all heard it at the same moment; the distinct thud of a door being softly closed and the faint click of a door knob being slowly released. My Sexy Family Ch. 03 From the author: The following story is of the incest/taboo categorization. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it. If you do like it, please give me a good rating and leave me a note. I love to hear from my fans! * Allyson and I immediately stared at our parents' door and, though it was faint in the low light, I did see the doorknob turn very slowly and then stop, as if someone was trying to be very quiet about closing that door. Fear gripped me as I quickly pulled my still-hard cock from my little sister's cunt. My prick glistened with a mixture of Allyson's juices and my own. I knew in that one instant that I had taken things too far. The danger that was so intoxicating had turned into a tragedy. Someone had seen us. Who was it? Mom or Dad? What had they seen? How could they have not seen all three of their children fucking each other on their living room sofa? But then, why had they not intervened? Why had they not stopped us? I didn't care. I had to get out of that living room. "What was that?" Karen whispered as Allyson and I got off of her. "Mom or Dad," Allyson whispered as she gathered her thong. The fear was very real in her voice. "Oh shit," Karen breathed. "Let's go to my room." Asking no questions, I grabbed my jeans. Though I knew it would be safer to go to my own room, I didn't feel like being alone at that moment. Besides, whoever had seen us, hadn't said anything, so I figured any bedroom was probably safe enough. Karen grabbed her robe, pulled it on, turned off the television, and followed us to her room. Once inside she closed and locked the door. I considered putting my jeans back on but, instead, tossed them onto her small desk. I was sweating, so I pulled my open shirt off to join it, and sat, nude, on her desk chair. My sisters sat on the side of the bed beside each other. Allyson, fully clothed but for her thong balled up in her little fist, started crying. She said, "Oh fuck, what are we going to do now?" Karen put her arm around her. "It'll be okay, Honey." I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe this was happening. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault!" Allyson looked up at me through the tears and said, "How do you figure? I'm the one that started all this." Dejectedly, I replied, "Not out in the living room, you didn't. I did that." Karen looked at me, her eyes wide, and said, "So that was your idea?" "Yeah," I said, "and if I had been able to keep it in my pants we wouldn't be in this mess." She smiled at me and said, "Pretty damn bold of you, Joe, sticking your dick in my mouth. I might have bitten it off in my sleep." Allyson chuckled at that, despite her tears. "I'm so sorry," I said, feeling like such a lowlife creep. Karen thought about that for a moment and said, "Don't be. That was one of the hottest things that have ever happened to me. Thank you!" I was stunned. She was thanking me. "But, what about Mom and Dad?" "What about them? One of them probably saw us," she said matter-of-factly. "The question now is whether they both know. We should be able to tell tomorrow, by how they act, even if they don't say anything." I thought about it and said, "It had to be Mom. Dad would have killed me." Allyson, having stopped crying, wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and said, "I don't know. He's very non-confrontational. If he did see us I would think he would have told Mom. But, if he had done that, she'd be banging down my fucking door." I said, "I still think it must be Mom." Karen asked, "Hmm... What would Mom have done if she had seen us?" "Kicked my ass," Allyson said. I commented, "I don't know. She's always been on your side. Remember earlier tonight? She stood up for you so you could wear that to the concert." Karen sighed and said, "Well, I think whoever it was got really turned on." "What?" I asked incredulously. "It's just like me catching you two. Think about it. Let's say they were disgusted by what they saw. You may think Dad is non-confrontational but I can't remember one time we did anything to you, Ally, that Joe or I didn't get yelled at for. As for Mom, I can just see her shaking her finger at us and telling us to stop it and get back to our rooms." I nodded. "That sounds right." "Now let's say that whoever it was watched us through a crack in the door," Karen said. Allyson, her tears dried up, said, "Yeah, if they had come out, I would have seen them!" "Me too," I agreed. "So they watched us and got turned on. They touched themselves as they saw us fucking on the couch." "Mom?" I asked rhetorically and almost to myself. The thought of our mother rubbing her pussy as she watched me fuck Allyson, her big breasts heaving as she drove herself closer and closer to orgasm while Dad slept in the background, made my cock rise. "Or Dad," Allyson pointed out. "God, can you picture Dad jacking off as he watched us fuck each other?" "I wonder if his dick is as big as Joe's," Karen mused. Could Dad have really stood at the door jacking off as he watched me fuck his little girl? I was skeptical, but I also realized that, despite everything, he was just a man with a man's weaknesses. In that moment I was, for the first time, seeing my parents in a different light than just Mom and Dad. I also realized that my sisters were doing the same thing. "Either way," Karen continued, "they at least watched as Joe fucked Allyson and came inside of her. At that point, maybe they realized it was too late to stop us. Maybe they came themselves and were too much of a mess to be seen. Maybe they realized we would be able to see their arousal. Maybe they were overcome with guilt at not stopping us earlier. Whatever the reason, they just closed the door." I thought about that for a while and said, "That makes a hell of a lot of sense, Karen." "That must be what happened," Allyson agreed. "Now, whoever-it-was probably thinks that we didn't hear them close the door, so we have that," Karen observed. "They don't know that we know," I agreed. We all thought about that for a moment. The image of my Mom, or even Dad, getting off while we fucked each other didn't disturb me like I thought it would. More than that, I actually found the thought thrilling. The fact that they didn't break us up and were probably turned on, made it almost like showing off and I found the exhibitionism exciting. Allyson said, "Karen, do you see what I fucking see?" Karen laughed and asked, "What, that Joe has a boner thinking about Mom watching us? Yeah, I see that." My little sister, in a very sisterly way, demanded, "Joe, come here and let me suck that." It was like when we were younger and she would tell me to give her a piece of my candy. I chuckled and said, "Or else what? You'll tell Dad?" I asked, referencing her usual threat from way back, as I stood up and took the two steps to stand in front of her. She wrapped her delicate fingers most of the way around the base of my throbbing shaft and whined, "Daddy, Joe, won't let me suck his dick." Karen laughed and chimed in with as deep a voice as she could muster, "Boy, share that cock with your sisters, what's wrong with you?" We all laughed at that because it sounded so much like something he would have said when we were younger. He hadn't said anything like that since we had grown up. My dad was much sterner with me before I had moved away. Though Allyson laughed, she only waited a moment before she wrapped her lips around the head of my prick and pressed her face forward, taking about five inches of my dick into her mouth, until the head tapped her throat. Karen, still with a deep voice said, "That's more like it. Now, you be sure to share equally with both of your sisters." Groaning with pleasure as Allyson dragged her lips up my rod, I said, "Good thing there's plenty to go around." As my little sister pulled off my dick and pointed it toward her older sisters face, she said, "It still tastes like your cum and my puss." "Well, I didn't stop to clean up, did you?" I chuckled, loving the camaraderie we shared. It was so similar to how we've always talked to each other, with just the sexual element added. I felt so comfortable with them. "Let me taste that," Karen demanded as she leaned in and sucked my prick completely into her mouth and down her throat. "Fuck!" I groaned in pleasure. "Wow Karen," Allyson said, "How do you fucking do that without choking?" Karen pulled off, pointed my dick at her little sister's face, and said, "You have to relax your throat. It takes practice." "I thought since the divorce you haven't had any dates," Allyson said. "Oh, I use my dildo. I like trying to suck it deep, after I use it on myself, of course. Besides, if I can stay in practice by doing that, then I'll be ready when the real thing does present itself," she explained. "Ahem," I cleared my throat. "Excuse me, ladies, but the real thing is presenting itself right now and, unless you are trying to get it to go down, you might want to at least give it a little tug." The both looked up at me and then burst into laughter. Karen grabbed my cock at the base while Allyson grabbed the rest of it, and they stroked it roughly, giggling to each other at the situation. They smiled at each other and kissed as they tugged at my prick. "That's more like it," I sighed, despite struggling to keep my balance. There was a little pain mixed in with the pleasure at their treatment of my dick, but I didn't mind. It only made my rod that much harder. They laughed at my comment, breaking their kiss. Allyson said, "This is fun. I love you guys." Karen smiled at that. Despite the situation of Mom or Dad finding out, we knew that we had each other. She then said to Allyson, "Here, let me show you. Just relax your throat and take it in, like this." My little sister released my dick as she watched her older sister swallow my entire long hard cock into her face. She said, "Wow, I don't think I'll ever be able to do that. I always gag. You know so much. Karen, I'm curious about something. In the living room you ate my pussy so good that, well, I was wondering where you had learned to do that. That didn't seem to be your first time." Karen slurped her way up my shaft and off with a popping sound that felt wonderful. She stroked my cock with her fist as she said, "Well, I didn't know much at your age. Rick was my first. Here, try again, but this time, think about how much you love Joe and realize that the deeper you can get it, the better it feels to him." Allyson took my cock from her sister and slowly sank her lips down my shaft. When it reached the base I felt her throat open around the head and she swallowed me in, her bottom lip brushing my balls. She had never taken me that deep and I groaned with pleasure. "Oh, Sis, you are amazing." Allyson pulled off of my dick choking. She coughed for a moment but didn't give up my dick to her sister, sucking it back into her mouth as soon as she was able to compose herself. "Very good," Karen encouraged. "Anyway, after we were married for a couple years, Rick wanted to try swinging, so I got to try out lots of new things. It was actually pretty cool for a while. That was, of course, before everything fell apart." Despite the heady thrill of my little sister trying to swallow my dick, I managed to ask, "Did the swinging lead to the divorce?" Karen shook her head and said, "No, it was other stuff. He can be a real asshole sometimes." She sighed and then, trying to perk herself up, said, "Give me some, Ally, and tell me about how you've learned as much as you have. When did you lose your virginity? I figured, after what happened to me, Mom and Dad would have locked you in your room until you were twenty-one." Allyson reluctantly gave up my dick to her older sister, who really knew how to suck a dick. I groaned with pleasure. "Yeah, suck that cock," I urged. "Wow, you are so much better than I am," my little sister told Karen. Then she said, "Let's see, I lost my virginity about four years ago to Tommy White, a boy who lived a few blocks from here. He moved away last year." "How was it and how the hell did you get away with it?" Karen enquired, taking a very small break from the wonderful sucking she was giving my dick. Allyson watched her sister intently, like she was watching a baseball game, but still talking about something else. She said, "It was okay. Mom and Dad didn't let me date until I was sixteen, but one day I told Tommy to meet me in the woods after the bus dropped us off. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but it was fun anyway. I didn't really think sex was much of a big deal until I started dating. That's when I realized how much fun it really was." Karen surrendered my dick to Allyson for a while and said, "I'm surprised they even let you date at sixteen given what happened to me. Well, then again, maybe I shouldn't be surprised, given their lifestyle. They put you on the pill, right?" Allyson slurped up and off my prick and nodded. She said, "Yeah, they put me on it as soon as I got my first period," before sucking my cock back between her lips. "You made it out of high school without getting pregnant, so they seem to be relaxing the reins now. You saw how they let you go out dressed like that tonight!" Karen mused. I was confused. I knew the pleasure of my sisters taking turns sucking my cock and my trying to stay on my feet was making me a little foggy but something Karen had said didn't make sense to me. I asked, "What did you mean 'given their lifestyle'?" "Oh, you don't know?" Karen asked me, looking up at me quizzically. She thought for a second, trying to decide what she should say. Then she shrugged and revealed, "Mom and Dad used to be swingers." Allyson pulled completely off my dick, released her grip and sat back on the bed. She looked at her sister and said, "What? No fucking way!" "That can't be right," I agreed, all thoughts of my blowjob disappearing at that revelation. I sat back down on the chair. I had to. Karen smiled at both of us and said, "Total way! They were swingers! Mom and Dad are just people, you know." "Are you sure?" Allyson pressed, still not believing it. "What, that they're people?" Karen asked with a chuckle. Allyson was not laughing. She said seriously, "No, that they were swingers!" "Sorry. Yeah. Pretty sure," Karen nodded. She told Allyson, "Right after you were born, Mom and Dad met this couple, the Jenkins'. I was just a kid, maybe ten or eleven when they started coming around, so I didn't think anything of it. Mom and Dad would send me off to bed early on the Friday or Saturday nights that the Jenkins' would come by to visit. I didn't give it a second thought until several years later, after I married Rick. Somehow we got invited to this swingers' party, when we were really into it, and, who should be there, but the Jenkins'. Well, it took me all of ten seconds to remember that they were the only friends Mom and Dad ever entertained in our home who were still in the house when we went to bed." "How long did this go on?" Allyson asked incredulously. "Where the fuck was I?" Karen thought about that and said, "Well, I guess it went on until I was maybe fifteen. I remember because it was a regular thing every week or two for them to come around and about the time I started learning to drive, fifteen and a half, I could suddenly stay up as late as I wanted to every weekend. I thought it was because I was old enough to have earned it, but I remember how odd it was that their friends stopped visiting. Let's see, Joe, you would have been about nine, so that would have made Allyson five years old." I gasped as something occurred to me. "I remembered them!" I declared. There was a memory from way back that had suddenly rushed to the surface. I told them, "I remember how much I didn't like Mr. Jenkins. I thought he was weird. I also distinctly remember one time complaining to Mom that I didn't trust the guy because he looked at her funny." Karen smiled and said, "There you go." Allyson was completely aghast. She said, "You aren't seriously telling me that Mom, our Mom, Sharon Peeler, was fucking this Jenkins guy? And in front of Dad? Or that Dad, our dad, was fucking Mrs. Jenkins? Or both? No fucking way!" Karen shook her head and said, "Who knows what they were doing? Watching, swapping, same room, different room, foursome, or some other weird shit; whatever they were up to, they were definitely swinging." Allyson and I were dumbfounded. The thought of my mom and dad fucking this other couple, in whatever way, did nothing to make my cock go down, so it was still as hard as ever, glistening with my sisters' saliva. My little sister protested, "But they are so religious." I shook my head. I knew that wasn't true. I said, "Not really. They only started going to church every Sunday after Karen got pregnant. Before that, they only went during the holidays." Karen chuckled and said to Allyson, "I think they did that for your benefit; so you wouldn't turn out like me. While you didn't get pregnant, like I did, I'd say you're even more sexual than I was at your age." Allyson got a frown on her face and asked, "What? Are you calling me a slut?" Karen looked chagrined and said, "Well, I- Um- No, I-" Allyson giggled and said, "If you could see the look on your face. I'm only fucking my brother and my sister. No, I'm not a slut!" We all laughed at that. "So, what do we do now?" I asked. Karen said, "Let's just lay low and see if we can figure out who saw us and how much trouble we're in. The worst thing they could do is kick us out. I'm looking for a job right now and you two have good jobs, so, worst case, we could all get a place together." That hadn't occurred to me. It was a good idea. Still, that wasn't my primary concern. I knew Mom and Dad wouldn't call the police on us or anything like that. No, my main worry was that this whole thing could destroy our family. If they kicked us out then they were angry with us and if that occurred, I knew, my family would never be the same. The only hope I could cling to was that whoever had seen us was more aroused than angry. So, maybe if we laid low and didn't get caught again, the issue would just go away. Denial could be a wonderful thing. *** The next morning was a Sunday and I procrastinated as long as possible at getting ready for church so I didn't have to look Mom and Dad in the eyes. I put on a blue plaid shirt, blue jeans, and my black boots. Service was at eleven so I didn't emerge from my room until ten-thirty. The rest of my family was standing in the living room. It sounded like a normal Sunday morning. There was no shouting about how dare we fuck each other, so that was good. Dad wore his red plaid shirt, black jeans, and black boots. He smiled at me as I entered the living room. He seemed very calm as he stood near the kitchen, ready to get going. Karen wore a black dress that left her arms and back bare but the hemline was below her knees. She also wore a shawl to cover her arms and back. She was trying to be very conservative and though she stood by Dad, she didn't look at him or anyone. She just stared at the floor. Allyson wore a white men's dress shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. She was in a discussion with Mom about her attire. She looked terrified and was being very compliant. Mom wore a dress I had never seen before. It had a little black jacket covering the top, the long sleeves seeming hot to me. The jacket was open in the front enough for me to see a bit of her pale chest, but it was secured across her tits, concealing them from view. The dress fell from beneath the jacket, cinching together at her slim waist and flaring out to a hemline just above her knees. She wore black stockings and black flats below. My Sexy Family Ch. 03 I found myself wondering what the dress looked like behind the jacket. I didn't usually have those sorts of thoughts about my own mother, but the recent images I had created in my mind of her standing behind her bedroom door and touching her pussy as I fucked my sisters had me seeing my mother in a different light. That, and the fact that I had just discovered she had been a swinger, really made me see her as a woman that men, besides Dad, would desire. Sure, I had stolen peaks at her cleavage in the past and appreciated her beauty, but envisioning her as a desirable woman, not just 'mom', was relatively new to me. "Well, how about the pink dress?" Mom asked Allyson. My little sister shrugged and said, "If you want me to. Whatever." Dad complained, "She can't change now. We'll be late." Mom said, "I just want her to look her best." "As we were just discussing, she's an adult now. She can make her own decisions," Dad declared. Mom nodded and sighed. "Yes, my children have all grown up. I suppose you're right." With that, Mom and Dad walked through the kitchen and out the back door. I looked at my sisters quizzically and they both shrugged. It was a strange exchange and seemed a little too co-incidental to not be related to us being spotted the previous night. Still, it didn't really tell us which one had seen us. *** As I drove my truck down the narrow dirty road, my Dad said, "Thanks for letting me borrow your truck." I laughed at that, having relaxed quite a bit. Church had been uneventful, as was the McDonald's drive thru, the trip back home, and lunch. I said, "I don't think Mom would appreciate us hauling the chickens back in the SUV." Dad nodded at that and said, "She would have me cleaning chicken shit out of the fucking SUV until nightfall." I was a bit startled by that. Dad never used profanity around us. I had only heard it on very rare occasions when he'd have an argument with Mom. They got along great and for them to argue at all was a very uncommon occurrence. "Here it is," he said, pointing to the house off to the side, distracting me from my thoughts. I pulled into their dirt driveway. There was a green pickup parked there that was even older than mine. I parked beside it and killed the engine. It was a small house, the white paint peeling from the wood siding across the outside of it. There was a screened-in front porch across the front and, as we got out of my truck, the screen door squeaked open and a heavyset man, shorter but wider than Dad, came out to greet us. I had replaced my boots with my work boots, but still wore my church clothes, as did Dad. So, we were clean, but not too overdressed, as we walked up to the little house. I was glad I had changed out of my dress boots because of the mud we walked through. "Jim?" the man asked as we approached. My dad was named Jamie, but went by Jim with some people. He said, "Bill!" The two men shook hands before he said, "This is my son, Joe." "Nice to meet you, Joe," Bill said, shaking my hand firmly. Though he was fat his hands were rough. "The chickens are around back," he said as he led us into his house. "Can I get you anything? A beer?" "That would be great," Dad replied. Again, Dad never drank. What was going on here? What else did I not know about my parents? "You want one?" Dad asked me. Shaking my head, I demurred. "I'm good," I said. I was driving and rarely drank anyway. To find out that Dad liked beer was a revelation to me. He never drank around the house, that I knew of, and never came home drunk. In fact, he spent most of his time around the house when he wasn't at work. So, I surmised, that he very rarely drank any alcohol. So, it was odd. We followed Bill into his house, first wiping the mud from our boots on the welcome mat. The home had hardwood floors throughout, so that made me worry a bit less about tracking in the mud. We walked through the living room and into the small kitchen where Bill opened the fridge, grabbed two beers, and handed one to Dad. Bill said, "Sure is fucking hot out there. They say it's going to break a hundred today." "Wouldn't be fucking surprised," Dad agreed. "Well, let me show you what I've got," Bill said as he opened the back door and strode outside. Dad and I followed him. His huge fenced backyard held several large dogs that were roaming around. They looked friendly enough as they noticed us, came up and sniffed me, and then wandered off. Against the back of his property, a field with cows beyond, sat a large chicken yard. It was covered; shaded from the sun. There was no grass inside, only dirt and chickens. They cackled as we approached. I didn't know a lot about chickens so I just watched them scratch, peck, and socialize as Dad and Bill discussed what he was looking for and what Bill could provide. I was especially taken with how the chickens lined up and took turns walking through their water trough. I assumed it was to cool their feel but the way the lined up and took turns I found very interesting. Dad decided to take eight laying hens and one rooster. Bill told him that they would lay fine, maybe better, without a rooster, but a rooster was good for protection in case some animal tried to mess with them. Also, though we had no interest of raising chicks, at present, it was good to have that option in the form of a rooster. Then Dad asked, "Wouldn't two roosters be better, providing that much more protection?" Bill nodded and said, "If they get along." "Like Joe and I get along to protect our hens," he laughed. Bill laughed at that and said, "Well, roosters can co-exist just fine as long as they grew up together." Dad said, "Well, then let me get a second rooster to share the load." It was a strange exchange and I wondered about what Dad had on his mind. He had asked me to look out for Allyson and was now comparing two roosters protecting their hens to him and me protecting the women of our family. What did that mean? Surely, if he had been the one to see us he wouldn't be saying something like that. I would have thought he would have said something about how there was only room for one rooster or something equally territorial instead. Bill let us borrow a few cages and he asked for our help in rounding up some of the chickens we were to buy. He was a big man and his reflexes were a little slow, so Dad and I did most of the catching. Between the three of us we had all eight hens and two roosters in the three little cages and ready to transport within five minutes. Dad paid him and we loaded up my truck, promising to return the cages before nightfall. On the trip back, I finally couldn't resist asking, "'Protect our hens?'" Dad chuckled. "Don't let your mom know I said that." I laughed. Dad thought for a moment and finally said, "Joe, I know I told you to take care of Allyson and you've done an excellent job. I've seen such a change in her in just the last few weeks. Also, I've seen that you've taken care of Karen in her short time living with us and I'm very grateful." Grateful? Surely he wouldn't say that if he had spotted us fucking, so it must be Mom, I surmised. Relaxing a bit as I stopped at the intersection of the dirt road with highway 171, I said, "No problem." "Well, I know that can be stressful, so I hate to ask this," he said. "Oh?" I prompted. If he was happy with me, I was glad to do anything he asked to keep it that way. "Well, on the one hand, I'd like to ask you to make sure your mom has your support too. I've seen how close you are with your sisters and it would really make your mom happy if you were close with her, as well," he explained. "Yeah?" I asked neutrally, trying to figure out where he was coming from as I crossed the highway and turned left to head back toward DeRidder. I pulled into the slow lane, turned my flashers on, and kept my speed down, cognizant of the chickens in the bed of the truck. "Yeah," he continued. "Basically, if you could do whatever you're doing to be close to your sisters and do the exact same thing with your mother, it would make her very happy." What the fuck? I knew that there was no fucking way that Dad was the one that had seen us because he would have been basically telling me to fuck my own mother. Of course, the nasty forbidden thought that put in my head, of me laying my mother down and sliding my cock into her cunt, sent my prick stirring. "On the other hand," he said, "I know that it puts quite a strain on you to look after your sisters as it is and now for with me to add your mother into the mix is just not fair. So, I was thinking that you and I should share the burden." "Share?" I asked, completely sure that he had no idea what he was really saying to me. I knew that he meant it in the most innocent fashion, but the thoughts he was placing in my mind were just so, well, wrong. And hot. "Yeah," he said. "I mean, just because I ask you to look after your sister doesn't mean I don't want to be close to her too. That's what I mean by us two roosters, working together, to look after our hens. So, just keep that in mind. Okay?" he said. "I want us all, the whole family, to be as close as you are with Allyson." "Yes sir," I agreed. Dad said, "Just call me Dad." "Okay Dad," I said. My cock throbbed in my jeans with forbidden thoughts for most of the ride back home. I knew he had no idea what he was really asking and I knew he was just saying it all so innocently. He just wanted us all to be closer. So, that meant, that Mom must have been the one to see us. *** I had heard the chime on my phone on the drive home letting me know that I had a text, but I didn't read it. Dad would have pitched a fit if he saw me reading a text while driving, even if we were going slowly down the straight highway. Besides, I didn't want to chance that he might read whatever it said. I parked in my usual spot at home and hopped out. As we went around to the back of the truck I took the opportunity to quickly read the text I had received. It was from Karen and it read, *It must be Dad.* I was shocked. How could that be? I had spent time with Dad and concluded it was Mom, while Karen had spent time with Mom and concluded it was Dad. Dad and I pulled the cages out of the truck and walked them to the chicken yard we had built. It was seven feet tall, thirty feet long, and fifteen feet wide. We had laid chicken wire across the sides and top, leaving the bottom exposed. Dad had built a ramp for the chickens to walk up to their elevated and enclosed coop. Beside the full-sized entry door, there were also two small doors that opened into the coop from the outside so we could, hopefully, collect the eggs. We released the chickens into their yard, made sure they had enough feed and water, and watched them look around for a while. There was grass under their feet and, as they started pecking at it, I knew it wouldn't be long before all that was gone. It was a nice distraction from my troubles. *** We all walked into Double-D's together. Double-D's, though it sounded dirty, was just a regular steakhouse restaurant. It had a bar and pretty waitresses, but they weren't scantily clad or anything. There were lots of tables and booths all throughout the large dimly-lit restaurant, with lots of peanut hulls littering the floor. Rick still had the twins. He had called Karen and told her that he would bring them back in a few hours, so it was just the five of us. Mom and Dad had decided to treat us to a nice dinner. Everyone wore the same outfit they had worn to church; Mom's black dress and jacket, Allyson's white dress shirt and jeans, Karen's black dress and shawl, Dad's red plaid shirt, and I had put my nice boots back on, leaving the muddy work boots at home. Dad asked for the room at the back and the waitress led us to a room off the main room that held several small tables. Two of them had been placed together by the previous dinners. It was more private than any other area of the restaurant. Allyson, Karen, and I glanced at each other like we were marching off to our last meal. Not twenty-four hours prior, one of our parents had seen us all fucking each other and now we were being led, like lambs to the slaughter, to a secluded area of the restaurant where we would sit and talk as we ate, instead of scattering with our McDonald's meals as we had done earlier that day. Maybe we were just being paranoid. A typical table held four so we put two of them together and made a longer table with six seats. Dad and I took the seats at either end, Mom took a seat on Dad's end, to his right, while my sisters sat on either side of me, Allyson to my right and Karen to my left, beside Mom. The waitress handed us our menus and asked if she could get us a drink. Dad asked for a Heineken and Mom asked for a Strawberry Daiquiri. My sisters looked at me surprised. None of us had seen Mom ever order any alcoholic beverage. I wasn't as surprised, given my recent interactions with Dad. I took a deep breath and told the waitress, "I'll have a Heiniken, too." I was an adult, after all, and if my parents, for whatever reason, wanted to start treating me like one, I was going to go with it. Allyson smiled and told the waitress, "I'll have a Pina Colada." The waitress furrowed her brow at that and Mom said, "You have to be twenty-one, Hon." My little sister shrugged and said, "Coke." Karen smiled at Allyson and then said to the waitress, "I'll have a Pina Colada." After the waitress left to get the drinks Karen told her little sister, "I'll let you have some of mine." I watched Mom out of the corner of my eye. I could see she wanted to say something but, in the end, she didn't say a word. I was very surprised, frankly. Dad said, "Karen, Joe, Allyson, I'd like to say something." Allyson tensed and she looked like she was about to cry. Karen took a deep breath, bracing herself. I knew Dad couldn't be the one who had seen us, so I wasn't as worried, but was more curious. "Yeah?" I asked. "What's on your mind?" "Well," he began, "Your mother and I have been discussing a few things we'd like to talk to you about." Okay, so that was when I got really worried. Surely, whether it was Mom or Dad who knew what had been going on, if they had been talking, well, it couldn't be good. I just knew the shit was about to hit the fan. Mom said, "You kids have been such a blessing to us." Dad nodded. He said, "We think that maybe we need to give you a bit more freedom." More freedom? What the fuck? I was totally confused. Mom said, "You are all adults now." Dad nodded again and said, "We need to learn to stop treating you like children." "You will always be our children," Mom said. "Yes," Dad continued. "But we need to stop trying to parent you when, one of you, has kids of her own. You're all out of high school, eighteen years old, and able to live your own lives." Allyson asked, "Are you asking us to leave?" Mom smiled and said, "No, Sweetheart." She put her hand over her youngest daughter's and said, "Just the opposite. We want you to feel comfortable in our home and we want you to stay." Dad said, "Yes, we aren't charging you rent, but we do expect a bit of help around the house, like we do now. But we also realize that our relationship should change." Mom added, "Yes, you still have all of our support and we'll give you our advice if you ask us, but we don't want you to feel that you need to move out to have your freedom." Dad concluded, "You can have all of the freedom you need and still be safely at home. We want what's best for you and we feel that's being home with us." I was shocked. Not only where they not telling us to get out, they were asking us to stay. How was it possible that one of them saw us and they could still say this to us? This new relationship they were talking about explained the swearing and the drinking in front of us, but it didn't really make sense from the position of one of them seeing us fucking each other. They should be trying to separate us or put new rules in place, not removing rules and giving us more freedom. Karen asked, "So the drinks-?" Mom nodded and said, "We tried not to drink or swear in front of you guys. We needed to set a good example. You know all about that now, don't you, dear?" Karen smiled and nodded. Dad said to her, "Your mother tells me that you're planning to look for a new job?" "First thing Monday morning," she said with a nod. "Do you need any help from me or Joe?" he asked. "It will be in the mornings and early afternoons. I'll have to bring the kids with me, since everyone will be at work," she said. "Yeah, I'll be working," Dad said with a frown. "I don't get off until 3:30." "I get off at two," I told her. "Thanks anyway," she said. While we chatted about what sort of work she was looking for, the waitress brought us our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. We hadn't looked at the menu but we had been there often enough that we pretty much knew what we liked. I glanced at the menu as she went around the table and when she came to me I ordered a steak; rib-eye medium-well. When I had finished ordering I looked up to see that Mom had removed her jacket. I was shocked, just staring at her. The dress she wore covered her shoulders completely and went down her arms a few inches, like a short-sleeved sort of thing. But the neckline of the dress fell almost parallel on either side of her neck as it plunged down across her chest, exposed a huge expanses of both of her big pale breasts, as well as showing off several inches of her flat stomach, before ending at a horizontal strip of fabric, the V of the neckline not ending in a point at all. It was the sexiest fucking dress I had ever seen Mom wear and, despite the fact it was my mother, I couldn't help picturing my cock slipping up and down her chest, squeezed tight in the soft valley between her big tits. My cock hardened and throbbed in my jeans at the thought. Thing is, I didn't see her from head on. She sat beside Karen to my left so I could clearly see how her tits pushed the material away from her body. This allowed me to see the bottom of her left breast, the flesh pale and creamy, and more of her upper chest and flat stomach. After Dad got up and headed for the restroom, Allyson commented, "Nice dress, Mom!" She had noticeably relaxed when she realized that our parents weren't planning on confronting us about fucking each other; at least, not yet. I pretended to study the baseball game playing on the television up in the corner of the room. Most restaurants in DeRidder had televisions playing as you ate. Still, I listened very intently to the conversation and stole many forbidden glances at my mother's cleavage. Mom told her, "I would never wear it around the twins, but your father thought I should break it out of storage, now that you are all grown up. You notice he didn't protest too much about what you wore last night. I think you coming back home safe and sound made a big impression on him." Did that mean that Dad was the one that saw us? Mom certainly didn't act like she knew anything. Of course, the recent revelations that they were swingers, both liked to drink and swear, and that Mom had such sexy outfits stashed away in her closet told me that they were both pretty good actors. "Think so?" Allyson asked. Mom nodded and said, "You're an adult now. I think you're father realizes that; I know I do. Just remember that also means you are responsible for your own actions." "So, I can wear whatever I want to?" she asked. Mom nodded. "Swear too?" she asked tentatively. Mom rolled her eyes, sighed, and said, "I suppose so." My Sexy Family Ch. 03 "Drink and smoke?" she asked with a giggle, knowing the answer. "Fuck no!" Dad said, having returned from the bathroom. Everyone laughed at that. We all know she wasn't serious. She hated smoking and the sips of Karen's Pina Colada were about as much alcohol as our parents were going to allow before she was twenty-one. He continued, "Your brother and sister can drink if they want to but I don't want any tobacco anywhere around my house! That shit'll kill ya!" We all got a good laugh at that. We knew damn good and well how Dad felt about tobacco of any kind, whether it be cigarettes, cigars, dip, or chew, he wasn't having it. He also had no truck with drugs but we knew better than to even joke about that. *** "Joe, can I talk to you for a minute?" Mom asked. The girls had gone to their rooms to change while Dad had sat on the couch and turned the television on loud. We were in the kitchen, within sight of Dad. I said, "Sure." She sat at the little kitchen table and looked up at me. She said, "You have really grown into a handsome man." Oh God, here it came. I just knew she was about to lay into me about fucking my sisters. I just knew it. "Thanks, Mom," I replied, sitting in the chair to her left, my right knee brushing her left knee. I tried not to look at her cleavage, her big tits pushing the material tight. "I hate that Lily broke your heart like she did. I thought she was a nice girl," she said. "I did too," I said with a sigh. I didn't know where she was going with this. I tried to look into her eyes, trying to not let her notice how hard it was to avoid looking at the exposed valley between her breasts. "I worry about you kids because, you know, now Rick broke Karen's heart," she said with a frown. "You two have had such a rough time of it." I nodded. It was definitely true. "Your father and I have discussed how we don't want Allyson to have to go through the same thing," she told me. "So, we want her to stay home with us. If she moves away like you two did-. Well, we want to protect her. We figure that you needed to get away from your parents, as any teen does, to feel independent. We want Allyson to be able to have that feeling without moving away. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "I think so," I replied. "That is why your dad wants you to look out for her so much." She hesitated and then took a deep breath before adding, "I see that you've also taking it upon yourself to look out for Karen and, while I love to see my children grow close, I want you to realize that you don't have to do everything your sisters tell you." "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to act completely dumb. I felt the blood rushing from my face as I realized that Mom must have seen us. She knew. It was possible that Dad put some cautionary thoughts in her head but she seemed a little too nervous to be oblivious to what I had been doing with my sisters. "Shit! I mean that just because you father asks you to look after your sisters, neither of them are the boss of you," she told me. "Yeah?" I asked, not really caring where she was going but wanting to get out of the conversation as quickly as possible. It had taken a strange turn and I just wanted to get away. "Yes!" she said emphatically. "Just because Karen is your older sister, you don't have to do what she wants. If she asks you to do something that you know is wrong, you are allowed to say 'no'!" That tore it. She definitely knew. She blamed Karen. She was looking for confirmation from me of who the instigator was in our sexual escapades. I decided to tell her the truth about Karen. I said, "Karen hasn't asked me to do anything wrong." Mom brow wrinkled in concern, or was it disbelief. She asked, "No? Really?" Standing up for Karen but trying not admit to anything, I said, "Karen has not been very demanding at all. I plan to help her look for a job, but that's my idea." My mother was taken aback a bit by my response. The concern did not leave her face as she asked, "Well, then, Allyson-?" "No," I quickly replied. If she was looking for a scapegoat, she was looking at him. I would take a bullet for either of my sisters, so I wasn't going to allow Mom to know that Allyson was the original aggressor. I said, "Dad asked me to look out for her but she's been so good to me right back. I love both of my sisters and they aren't asking me to do anything I don't want to do." Whoa, that was about as close as I dared dance on the edge of danger. I did not want to admit to anything, though I was sure we both knew what was going on. Her eyebrows raised as she looked me up and down. I had to deflect this and get out of this conversation. So, before she could say anything, I added, "Dad asked me to look after you too." I knew I stared at her chest a little more than just a glance in that moment. The act of saying that aloud forced me to imagine my hard cock sliding between her big tits. "Me?" she asked, her hand coming to her chest in shock, but also covering her cleavage a bit from my prying eyes. I smiled at her. I did have her on the defensive. I said, "Yeah. So, I'll keep in mind that I'm allowed to say 'no' to you. Right? If you ask me to do something wrong, I should say 'no'?" Mom looked flustered. She glanced around and, with no one in earshot, she said, "No! I mean, yes! I mean, what are you talking about?" I shrugged, relaxing a bit that maybe I had deflected her sufficiently. I said, "You started this conversation. What are you talking about?" Allyson bounced into the kitchen and asked, "What are ya'll talking about?" Mom looked startled. She stood up and said, "Just wondering when you had to be at work tomorrow." My mother's cleavage rose to eye level to me. I couldn't help but stare. The skin of her breasts, and the valley between, was pale and looked so soft. It was surprisingly devoid of wrinkles, despite her age. The little freckles decorating the flesh only gave them little details that I longed to touch. My cock lurched in my jeans as I, again, imagined what it might feel like to have those tits surrounding my prick. As Karen's twins ran into the living room and sat beside Dad, Allyson said, "I don't have to be at work until three tomorrow afternoon." "Oh good," she said as she walked toward her bedroom. "Then Joe can take you to work." Confused, Allyson replied, "Yeah, like every day." Then to me she asked, "What's with her?" "She knows," I whispered as I stood up. *** The next evening, Monday night, I got up at ten o'clock to use the bathroom. On weekdays I have to be to work at 5 in the morning, so I try to get to bed around 8 or 9 the night before. That night I had actually gotten to bed at 7:30, the work day having me shoveling asphalt around for several hours and really tiring me out. I knew the twins were in bed, so I tried to be very quiet. As I went to slip back into my room the television program in the living room that my dad was watching went silent for a second as it went to commercial. In the silent moment I heard my dad say two words in the middle of a sentence that drew my attention. I heard him say, "... Joe takes..." My ears perked up at that and, as the commercial began, I snuck down the hall, close enough to hear but not rounding the corner to be seen. Who was Dad talking to and how did it involve me? I figured it was probably a normal conversation with Mom, but I was still curious, given recent events. I was quick enough in drawing near to the corner that I heard Allyson's reply. She said, "Yes, Joe takes really good care of me. He is the best big brother in the whole world." Allyson worked late, as usual, and they must have just gotten home from Dad picking her up. Dad replied, "That's good to hear. I am glad you two are so close. Now, I want you to know, Honey, that even though you've graduated from high school, we don't expect you to move out." "No?" "No! We want you to feel that you have everything you need right here, in the family. That, and the freedom we spoke about yesterday." "Wearing and swearing, but no drinking and smoking. I remember." Dad chuckled at that and said, "Yes, that's right." "What sort of swearing?" "You're an adult now, but I'd like you to tone it down if we have company, okay?" "So, as long as it's just us at home, I can say 'damn'?" He laughed and said, "You say any damn thing you want to." "'Shit'?" "Sure." "The f word?" she asked, unable to say it out loud to her father. "What 'fuck'? Sure. You can even say 'cunt' if you want, as long as you aren't directing it at your mother or your sister." Allyson chuckled nervously and said, "So, I can say 'fuck' if I want to." "You're an adult. We don't want you to feel restricted so that you start looking for somewhere else to live. We love having you here, Ally, as long as you want to stay. So, we want to make it comfortable for you. Does that make sense?" "Sure, I guess so." "Now, I wanted to talk to you about Joe." "Oh?" "Yeah. See, I know he has done a great job at taking care of your needs, but I'm also here for you." "What do you mean?" Allyson asked nervously but I heard a curious lilt in her voice that I recognized. Damn, I knew instantly that she had the hots for Dad. I knew she had envisioned him watching at the door masturbating as he watched us fuck and that had turned her own. And now, him saying that he could take care of her needs I was sure had her imagination running wild. "I mean, like how he sometimes takes you to work and I, usually, pick you up." "Oh," she replied, sounding disappointed. "So, if there's anything else you need, all you have to do is ask." "Anything?" she said, the curiosity back in her voice. "I'm very proud of you, you know. I've seen a real change in you over the last couple of weeks." "Oh?" she asked. "Yes. Since you started working you have really matured a lot. I am forced to face the fact that my little girl has really grown in to a beautiful woman." "Oh, Daddy." "Well, it's true. I mean, look at you." After a brief pause he continued, "So, that brings me to what I wanted to talk to you about. Once you work for another couple weeks, I think maybe you and I should take a little trip down to the bank and, maybe with a little contribution from your mother and me, see what sort of car you might be able to afford." "Could we? Oh Daddy, that would be so awesome. Wow! Have I told you lately that I think you are the best Daddy in the world fucking world?" she told him boldly. I stood silently in the hallway but I didn't hear anything. Then, during a lull in the television program I caught their reflecting in the black television screen. My little sister was sitting on Dad's lap and she was kissing him and hugging him. I distinctly saw my Dad's hands on his little girl's back and thigh as she sat there and showered him with affection. I found myself a little jealous of her calling Dad that but I also knew that she was testing her new-found freedom. I also knew how turned on she had been over the possibility of Dad watching her, so I shouldn't have been surprised. It was pretty ironic that if I had not felt so close to my sister I might have really gotten upset. No, I knew her well enough, loved her enough, and knew she loved me enough that I wasn't threatened by Dad. Besides, maybe she could find out if for sure if it was only Mom that had seen us and, somehow, smooth things over for all of us. *** The next afternoon, Tuesday afternoon, we were all in the house, but for Allyson, who was still at work. I took my shower before supper, having worked a hard day and getting the day's dirt off me was a top priority. It had been a really hot day and I had gotten really dirty at work. It was about five-thirty. Mom had food cooking, Dad and Karen were watching the news and the kids were in their room, playing. As I got out of the shower, dried off, and pulled my robe on I found myself thinking about Mom. If she had been at the door watching us, like I thought, what must that have looked like? Her probing questions had told that she had seen us. She had not come right out and said it though. It seemed to me that she thought Allyson or Karen had started it and were manipulating me. Boldly I had dissuaded her of that and put myself in the roll of aggressor. That, of course, put all the heat on me. I hoped I could say the right thing when the time came to keep our family together. As I pushed the door open to my bedroom I was surprised to find my mother there. She was dressed in white shorts that showed off her long beautiful legs, recently tanned. She also wore a white tank top that clung tightly to her body, stretching tight across her big tits and leaving little to the imagination. I could feel my cock instantly rising at the sight and I tried to hide it by saying, "Mom? What are you doing in my room?" "Just gathering your dirty clothes, Joe," she said, gesturing to the clothes basket on the floor which was half full with my jeans, tee shirts, and a dress shirt or two. As she leaned toward me she bent low to pick up a pair of socks at me feet from off my floor. I suddenly could see down her shirt, through the steep valley between her tits and across her stomach. Her face was just inches from my crotch. I stepped back and secured my robe closed a bit more, leaning forward so my hard cock didn't sneak out from between the folds. I said, "You don't have to do that." She smiled up at me as she took the socks from off the floor and tossed them into the basket, and said, "Oh, but I enjoy it. I like looking after you. You have done such a good job with your sisters that I think it's time someone looked after you for a change." Now, I was certain that she was the one at the door and she knew exactly how I had taken care of my sisters. But, though she was saying something so suggestive, there was no way I was going to assume she wanted to do anything sexual with me right there. Especially since the door was open and the house was full. Still, I couldn't help how hard my cock became as she stood up, turned around, and crawled up onto my bed. Her knees pressed into the comforter as she reached over the other side of the bed to pull something from the floor. I could plainly see her ass, the shorts pulled tight across the shapely contours. The backs of her legs were firm and bore no cellulite as another woman her age might. In reaching down as she did I could see her crotch, my own mother's pussy, pressing firmly against the material of her shorts, the outlines of her slit and mound clearly defined. My mind raced with forbidden thoughts of pulling her shorts down over her firm ass and slipping my prick deep into her wet cunt. I wondered how it would feel. How tight would she be? How wet? Would she fuck me back? She lifted herself up on one arm and looked over her shoulder at me. She gave me a beautiful smile and in that moment she was the sexiest woman I had ever known. I knew she was my own mother, but that only made the image that much sexier. She said, "You don't need this," as she held up, in her other hand, my roll of toilet paper I kept hidden beside my bed. Some guys may use tissue but a little tissue would never hold my load. I needed a nice wad to toilet paper. Besides, it was flushable. I must have blushed, because my face became very hot and I felt a little faint. I was embarrassed by her discovery though I was, at the same time, turned on like crazy by her insinuations. My cock throbbed with desire as I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Mom slowly turned around on all fours in the bed. As she tossed the roll of toilet paper in the basket, I looked down her shirt again. I could see most of her pale tit flesh between her big breasts. Dad shouted from the living room, "I think something's burning!" "I'll be right there!" Mom shouted back as she stood up and retrieved the basket from the floor. Then, softly, she said to me as she walked past me and out the door, "Sure is hot in here, don't you think?" She left me with the impression that she really wanted me but I was so hesitant and, frankly, scared to say anything that might be the wrong thing. What if I were wrong about her motivations? Could it all be innocent? No, she knew. But, was she testing me? She was definitely teasing me. God, what was I going to do? The issue was not going away like we had hoped. *** The next afternoon I got off early to help Karen look for a job. It was one in the afternoon and the sun was beating down on her car as I drove it to her next appointment. She had an interview with the manager of the Rue 21 in town. "When does school start?" I asked her as I passed the park and then turned left into the Park Terrace plaza. "In three weeks," she replied. "Rick wants them for the next two weeks. He picked them up this morning. He promised to have them call me every night. Also, he promised to bring them to the park for the birthday party." I smiled at her as I parked the car in front of Rue 21. I said, "Well, that's something, I suppose." She nodded somberly as she said, "Wish me luck." "Good luck!" As I watched her go, I admired the way her ass looking in that dress. She had eschewed her usual sundress for a tighter more tailored look. The skirt was pretty short but she was definitely in style. I hoped they appreciated that because I sure did. As I listened to the radio and waited for my older sister, I got to thinking about all that had happened. I loved my family and, even though everything was changing, I wasn't upset. I was excited and turned on. I found my sisters and even my mother so sexy. My main worry was Dad. He had asked me to look after everyone and here I was sticking my dick into as many of them as possible. I was taking care of their sexual needs as well as everything else. I knew that was not what he had in mind when he had asked me to look after them and I felt sure he would kill me if he knew. If Mom knew, which I was pretty sure she did, how was it possible that Dad wouldn't find out? That is, assuming she hadn't already told him. Karen came out of the store with a sour look in her face. She got into the car and buckled up. She said, "Let's go." "What did they say?" I asked as I cranked up her car and backed it out of the parking spot. "They said they would call me," she replied. "Well, I would have hired you on the spot!" I told her. "Oh yeah?" she asked with a grin, her mood lightening. "And why is that?" As I drove through the parking lot I said, "Well, first of all, you looked damn hot; very fashionable." "Yeah?" I nodded and asked, "Which way?" "Right! What else?" I said, "Well, secondly, you're really smart." She laughed. "Not smart enough to avoid getting pregnant in high school and marrying an asshole, but go on." I chuckled at that. "Hey, we all make mistakes," I told her. "I didn't exactly make out great in Houston with Lily." "No," she conceded. "I guess you and I have had a bit of a rough time." I nodded. "So, who do you think saw us? Any idea?" she asked. Then she said, "Turn right." I turned onto School Street and headed into a residential area. Of course, any area off the highway was primarily residential. I said, "Mom saw us." "How do you know?" "Well, stuff she said about me not doing what you girls tell me to do made me think she was nosing around trying to figure out who started it." "What did you tell her?" "Something like, 'I do what I want.' I made it sound like it was all me from the start, but without admitting to anything," I told her. "Anyway, yesterday I came out of the shower and she was in my room picking up my clothes." "So?" "Well, she never does that. Then there was the way she was dressed, in that tank top and shorts," I told her. My Sexy Family Ch. 03 "The trailer was pretty warm yesterday." "Yeah, but she was bending over and stuff." "Picking up your clothes?" I didn't want to tell her about the toilet paper, so I just said, "Well, it really seemed like she was flirting with me." "Are you sure it wasn't just your imagination?" "I don't know," I said doubtfully. I had been so sure at the time, but at that moment I was not sure about anything. "Well, you had better not touch Mom unless you are totally fucking sure because, if it's all in your head and you assume she's flirting with you but she's not, well, that could get ugly really fast!" Karen told me. "Keep going straight." "Okay. Yeah, I suppose you're right. I haven't done anything inappropriate or admitted to anything. So, you think it's Dad?" I asked. She nodded and said, "All that stuff about treating us like adults is pretty suspicious, but he and I were talking yesterday and he told me that he wanted me to rely less on you and more on him. It sure felt like he was hitting on me. He was rubbing my arm and he hugged me really close. I got pretty turned on, actually." I decided to tell her what I had seen. I wanted to know what she made of it. I said, "I heard Allyson testing Dad out on her swearing and he let her tell him that she thought he was the 'best Daddy in the whole fucking world.' Of course, that was after he told her that he was going to help her get a car, but she was on his lap and kissing him." Karen said, "I heard about the car. I think Allyson has the hots for Dad but I think his behavior shows that he's the one that saw us. Pull over here and stop." "It could just be a coincidence. Why am I stopping here?" I asked, as I pulled off in to a little deserted area bordered on one side by some trees and the other side by an empty field. It was a seldom-used road I had never been on. Karen unbuckled her seatbelt and said matter-of-factly, "I don't think it's a coincidence, and we're stopping here so I can fuck you, Joe. Is that okay?" I laughed at that. She was so casual about it. That was my sister. No drama. No romance. Just, come on bro, this is what we're going to do right now. I said, "I think I can handle that." "Oh, I know you can handle it," she said with a smile as she reached for my jeans and pulled the zipper down. "The question is, how much work am I going to have to do before we can get started?" As she wrapped her warm fingers around my hard hot cock she said, "Damn, you're hard already." "I'm always hard," I said, still chuckling through the lust. "I think you are," she agreed as she yanked my dick out into the sunlight and released it. The head of my cock shown faintly red as did the shaft, I had not come in quite a while and was almost constantly hard. We both watched my prick bob and pulse as it waved back and forth, protruding obscenely from my groin through the opening in my jeans. It felt so good for my dick to be freed of its confirms and able to fill out fully. I pushed the seat back and reclined it a bit. "Fuck, it looks so big," Karen sighed with rising passion. She rose onto her left knee, kicked her right leg over mine, and knelt astride me. With one hand she lifted her skirt so her legs could spread wide enough and with the other she tugged her panties aside. I looked up into her pretty eyes, her long black hair falling to either side of her face. I got a wicked smile on my lips as the taboo thoughts raced through me. Once again, I realized, I was going to fuck my older sister. I also realized that it was the first time without Allyson, just her and me. Karen lowered her body down, tilting her hips back and forth until she managed to line up the head of my cock with the opening to her cunt. Slowly but deliberately, she sank down around me, engulfing my prick in the wet warmth of her fuck hole. As she nestled her clean-shaven pussy down against my pubic hair, my dick completely inside of her body, she groaned, "That's what I need!" "Yeah?" I sighed, pleasuring swirling through my head. I asked, "You like sitting on your little brother's cock?" She looked at me and, for a moment, I thought I had killed the mood. Then I saw the lust in her eyes. She grinned a wicked little grin and said, "My little brother is not that little anymore, is he? God, I love fucking you, Joe." With that she rose up a few inches and eased back down, sliding her pussy sexily against my sensitive cock. Slowly and seductively she asked me, "Do you like your sister's cunt sliding up and down your big dick?" "God yes," I gasped as she slowly, almost teasingly, fucked me. My hands cupped her ass as I let her fuck me at her own pace. I knew the slower she went the longer I would be able to last anyway. It had been a while since I had come. A car drove past us on the road, not even slowing, as I released her ass and slid my hands up her body to cup my sister's big tits through her dress. Her breasts were soft beneath her outfit and confined by her bra. I caressed the exposed flesh at her neckline with my fingers as she rocked her body back and forth, slithering my cock in and out of the wet confines of her hot cunt. "Fucking my own brother," she murmured, more to herself than to me. "I never knew it could be so good. I feel so wicked and sexy doing this, don't you?" I nodded as I groaned in pleasure, the feelings building inside of me quickly. I glanced off into the woods, trying to concentrate on something other than the feeling of her pussy lips dragging up and down the sides of my sensitive shaft. It was no use; I was seconds away from coming. She must have realized that I was close as she suddenly began pounding her body down against mine with all of her might. She fucked me hard and fast, the seat springs squeaking in protest as she drove herself quickly toward orgasm. She grunted with the effort as she slapped down against me over and over again. "I'm coming," I groaned, disappointed that I couldn't last longer. "Yes," Karen whispered. "That's it! Come inside me, Joe! Fill your big sister's cunt with your cum!" she shouted, never slowing in her fucking of me. My head swam with pleasure, the warm confines of the car and my orgasm suddenly so overwhelming that I thought I would pass out for a moment. I could feel my cock swell inside of her and the cum rush up my shaft. Jet after jet of my cream blasted up out of my prick and deep inside my sister, filling her with my cum. Karen groaned and gasped with pleasure as her cunt clamped hard around my coming dick. She pressed her body down fully against me and buried her face against my neck and shoulder. Her breath was hot through my shirt as she breathed hard and fast for a moment and then her breathing suddenly slowed. "You come?" I asked weakly as I felt my cum begin to run out of her cunt and coat my balls inside my pants. She nodded as she sat up and kissed me on the lips. *** The next afternoon, Thursday, after I had gotten home from work, I showered and changed clothes before taking Allyson to work. In the truck, as I turned onto highway 171, she said, "I've missed you." "I've missed you, too," I replied. "I'm so tired of this laying low. I want to get back to the way things were, you know?" she complained. "I know, Honey. We just need to be sure we're in the clear first. I'd hate to get caught a second time, you know?" I told her. "Yeah, I know," she said dejectedly. "I'm pretty sure that Mom is the one that saw us." She laughed and said, "I don't think so. It was definitely Dad." "Karen thinks so too. Why do you think it's Dad?" I asked. "I heard you and Dad the other night in the living room. It didn't seem like he knew anything." "What? You heard us?" she asked incredulously. "I thought you were in bed." "I had gotten up," I told her. "So then you know what I mean." I glanced at her confused. I said, "No." She furrowed her brow at me and asked, "You said that you heard us. What did you hear?" "Well," I told her, "I heard you two discussing swearing in the house. Then I heard Dad tell you that he'd help you buy a car. Then I saw you sit on his lap, in the reflection of the tv." She nodded and asked, "So, what did you see or hear after that?" I stopped at the red light a few blocks from the restaurant, where the highway divides. I looked at her and said, "Nothing. I went to bed. Why? Did something else happen?" Allyson burst into laughter and said, "Yeah, I'll say!" "Oh?" I prompted. *** Allyson's Story*** I love my daddy. I always have. He has been so good to me and I just knew he was the one that had seen me at the door that night, rocking my slender body back against my brother's, slamming my little pussy back against him and devouring his long thick cock into my tight little cunt over and over. The memory of that is seared into my brain as the greatest night of my life. Of course, having Daddy watching me from the doorway was a bit of a shock at first but since he didn't get mad, I assumed he was okay with it. In fact, the thought got my pussy dripping so much that it seemed that fucking my daddy was all I could think about. So, when I found myself having a conversation with him about getting me a new car, I was so overcome with gratitude that I ended up in a very common position, sitting on top of his lap and hugging him. I did that a lot with Joe but it wasn't unheard of for me to do it with my daddy too. I had been pretty rebellious in high school so the lap sitting had lessened but recent events had calmed me down quite a lot. I was really happy with Joe and Karen. I was happy with my parents for letting me wear what I wanted and talk however I wanted. So, when Daddy said that he'd help me get a car, I nearly came in my jeans. As I peppered him with kisses and squeezed him with hugs I felt that familiar feeling under my ass. Sitting on Joe's lap so often, trying to turn him on, had really made me keenly aware of exactly what I was feeling with my butt. My puss creamed into my panties when I felt that. Daddy was in his slacks, having not changed since getting home from work hours earlier. So, the thin material of his pants as well as the thin material of my work uniform, was like no barrier at all compared to having to feel Joe through one or two layers of denim. No, there was no doubt about it; Daddy was hard. I couldn't tell if his rod was bigger or smaller than Joe's, but there was definitely something there under my ass. "Oh Daddy, you are so good to me," I whispered. "I love you, Sweetheart," he told me matter-of-factly. The feel of his hand on my back and his other hand on my thigh, only inches from my puss, was such a turn-on. They were warm and strong. I yearned to feel him touch me; caress me; press one of his fingers deep inside of me. I hugged him and whispered my reply, "I love you too, Daddy." The television blared the news behind me as I scooted my ass back a bit onto his left thigh and reached down between my legs to his crotch. It was a bold move but I figured, if he got upset, I could just play it off as curiosity. My fingers dropped between his thighs and ran back up to my right, feeling the bulge in his slacks, the lower part soft against my fingers, his balls, and the higher part like a rock. I still couldn't tell the size and girth of it but, as I lifted my right thigh to give myself room and squeezed the bulge with my fingers, I knew it was of a good size and very hard. "Do you have an erection, Daddy?" I asked, trying to keep it innocent and curious but not removing my hand from his crotch. By calling him out like that I was hoping to shock him while at the same time letting him know that I knew what was going on. I had learned a lot from my seduction of my brother and my sister. His eyes grew wide with panic though I could see a glaze of lust over them as my fingers, though ostensibly probing curiously, caressed his constricted cock. He groaned and murmured, "I'm sorry, Sweetheart." "It feels so big," I told him, trying to keep it light and conversational. I knew he could shove me off of his lap at any time, so complimenting him and making it all sound like innocent curiosity I hoped would let me get farther than another approach. Now, I was also confident that he was the one that saw me getting fucked by Joe, which made me even bolder. I mean, instead of stopping us he had stood at the door and stroked himself. So, in light of that, I was more determined than nervous. However, to my surprise, Daddy said, "Whoa! Now that's enough!" He took my right wrist in his strong hand and pulled it up, away from his crotch. Undeterred, I said, "But Daddy, doesn't it feel uncomfortable, all balled up like that? At least let me help you straighten it out." I knew quite a lot about men and their cocks as Joe and I had a long discussion one day about how it felt to have me sit on his lap. I knew it could be uncomfortable to be hard inside of constricted jeans. Though Daddy was wearing slacks, the fact that it was in a ball and not a long snake told me how uncomfortable it must be for him. I hoped to use that to my advantage. As I took my free left hand, reached down, and tugged at his bulge trying to straighten it out through the material of his slacks, Daddy released my right wrist and said, "That's not necessary." "I know," I said softly as I, using both hands, unzipped his slacks. I whispered, "Look, I'm sorry I sat on your lap and made you hard. At least, let me straighten it out." Daddy held my shoulders with his hands but he didn't push me away, since that would have made me tumble to the floor as I was sitting sidesaddle on his knees. He whispered back, "No, stop that. Are you crazy?" "But Daddy, I'm just trying to make you comfortable," I told him as I reached into the opening in his slacks and quickly fished out his hard cock. It stood up hard and straight, a bit thinner than Joe's and about an inch shorter. I was surprised by that. If anything, I had expected it to be bigger than my brother's. I wasn't discouraged by that; quite the opposite, in fact. My brother's cock stretched my tight little pussy a little too much to start and he always hit the bottom of my fuckhole. It was too long for me to get it all in my mouth and I sometimes had trouble keeping my teeth off of it because it was so wide. Daddy's dick looked perfectly sized to me. "Oh Daddy," I breathed. "Your cock is beautiful." "This is wrong," he groaned. "You're my daughter." "I'm just trying to make you feel comfortable," I whispered before I wrapped my fingers around the hard throbbing shaft and gently stroked it. "Doesn't that feel better than having it all balled up in your pants like that?" "Of course, but- Oh, Sweetheart, stop this. What would your mother say?" he complained. "She's in the next room and everyone else is just down the hall." I could sense his weakness and I knew I had him where I wanted him. After seducing Joe and Karen, my confidence was at an all-time high. I was completely fearless as I stroked his rod in my hand and said, "Oh, Daddy, everyone's asleep. Nobody can hear us over the television. Besides, I can see how much you like it." "But, it's wrong," he complained, though I could see lust on his face as the pleasure from my hand clouded his judgment. "Daddy, I just want to be as good to you as you are to me," I told him as, in one motion, I slid off his knees and onto the floor. I came to rest kneeling between his spread thighs, having never released his meaty stick from my grip. He shook his head as he looked down at me and whispered, "You don't owe me anything, Sweetheart!" "Well then, you'll just owe me that much more for taking care of your problem," I told him before dropping my face to his crotch and taking so much of his manhood into my mouth that I scratched my nose against the top of his zipper. I could feel the flaring head of his engorged member pressing against my throat and I loved it. I opened my throat as best I could, swallowing as much of his meat into me as possible. Daddy groaned, his fingers lacing themselves into my short hair. I thrilled at his touch. His grip became firm despite him saying, "We really shouldn't be doing this!" I slowly slurped my lips up his shaft, swirling my tongue around the head for a moment, before I lifted off him. His cock, glistening with my saliva was less than an inch from my lips as I whispered, "If you don't tell Mommy, I won't." His grip in my hair unyielding, he pushed my head away from him another inch or two and groaned, "You had better not." I knew I had him. I smiled at him as I tipped his dick down toward my mouth and, though I couldn't quite touch it with my lips, I extended my tongue and managed to slash it back and forth against the underside of his cock. He groaned with pleasure and then, still gripping my hair tightly in his fists, he pulled me toward his lap. He slowly drove his cock up into my mouth, lifting his hips off the couch as he pressed my head down. He was completely in control. I was thrilled but a little scared at the same time. Dad was never rough with me. His strength and passion frightened me despite the fact that I knew I had created it and was trying to fan it into a roaring flame. The head of my daddy's cock nestled into my throat and I opened up as much as I could, letting him drive it all the way in. It was neither as long as Joe's, nor as thick, so it wasn't as difficult. I hummed and coughed a bit around his dick but he held me there for a moment longer before slowly lowering his ass back to the couch. I gripped his manhood tightly between my lips as it slid out, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. Daddy groaned with passion and pleasure as he lifted my head from his dick. "This is so fucking wrong," he whispered, mostly to himself. I swirled my tongue around the head of his hard stick. I replied, "I love you, Daddy." "I love you, too," he replied, hesitating for a moment. I stroked his wet dick with my fist, slowly at first but then faster as I watched his eyes glaze over with lust. I didn't want him to stop. I could see he was on the edge of putting a stop to our encounter. "If your mother ever found out-" he groaned through the pleasure my little fist was giving him. "She won't," I replied with a smile. His hands in my hair prevented me from sucking his dick but my hands were free. I unbuckled his pants and unhooked them with one hand while I continued to stroke him with the other. Slacks were easier to handle than jeans. His meat felt so warm in my hand as I stroked him faster and faster. "Shit, that feels good," he moaned in appreciation. My little fist flashed up and down his prick with blinding speed. If he was going to hold me back from sucking his cock, I was still going to make him come. I could see that he was struggling with himself as to whether to let our encounter go on. He could bolt at any moment and my only leverage was the pleasure I was giving him. I knew that if I could make him come then our next encounter would be that much easier to initiate. "Stop," he urged. "You're going to make me come like that." I smiled to myself. I said, "Yeah, that's it. Give me that come Daddy! Come all over my face!" I didn't really know if he was the sort that liked that kind of thing but, hell, if he was going to hold my head in his hands like that then I was just telling him what was about to happen. Daddy's eyes grew wide as the significance of my words sank in. I could tell by the lust on his face that shooting his come on my face was exactly what he wanted to do. I wasn't going to deny him. "Give it to me, Daddy! Let me taste it on my lips! Come on my face!" I urged as I stroked him. His grip in my hair relaxed and I used the opportunity to lean forward and suck on the meaty spike. I coated him with my saliva and swirled my tongue around the flaring head. My Sexy Family Ch. 03 "Fuck, I'm going to come," he groaned. I stroked him into my mouth until I felt his dick swell in my hand. I pulled my face back and looked at him as I jacked his cock with my hands as fast as I could. I aimed it at my forehead, hoping that he had a strong enough blast to get me. When Daddy came, I wasn't disappointed. His first shot of cum erupted as strongly from his dick as Joe's usually did. He struck me in the forehead, a great splatter in my hair and across one eye. I closed my eyes as I felt the second blast on my cheek, the third on my nose, and a fourth against my chin. I opened my mouth and sucked at the head, stroking his dick into my mouth. There wasn't much left that wasn't already coating my face, but I managed to get a little bit of the warm cream into my mouth. "Oh my god," Daddy whispered. Releasing his deflating prick, I sat back on my heels, and passed a finger over my eye so I could look at him. His face was covered with lust and shame. The mixture was a little disturbing. I smiled at him as I put my finger in my mouth to taste more of his sweet cum. Some of my friends say they hate the taste of cum but I love it. I said, "Thank you, Daddy!" "What have I done?" he whispered to himself. There were many things I could have done or said but I just told him, "I can't wait until next time!" "James, are you coming to bed?" I heard Mom shout from her bedroom. As she finished the question I heard her hand on the door handle and the she opened it. I was quick. As soon as she started talking I stood up and walked toward the hallway. The door opened behind me just as I crossed the threshold to the hall. My face was covered with my Daddy's cum and there was no way I was turning around. Whether Daddy managed to get his pants closed or covered in time to hide what we had been doing from Mom, I had no idea. I found the danger thrilling and part of me hoped that she had noticed something amiss. *** Now, at the time, Allyson didn't actually go into so much detail to describe to me what had happened. In fact, her response to me was, "Yeah, I blew him." I was stunned. Only the man in the car behind me honking his horn brought me back to reality. I pulled through the green light as I asked, "You did?" She nodded and smiled as me as she said, "Yep. Dad blew his load all over my face!" "Holy shit!" was all I could think to say. So much for laying low. But then it occurred to me, if Dad was doing that with Allyson then he must have been the one to see us. So, that meant that my thinking that Mom was flirting with me must have been wrong. That is, unless they both saw us, or Dad told her. As if reading my mind, Allyson said, "Mom doesn't know a fucking thing. Dad begged me not to tell her." I exhaled a deep breath. I was so relieved that I hadn't tried to make a move on Mom. If she didn't know anything then I would have really caused a problem for us. Stopping my truck in the Fausto's parking lot, Allyson said, "Thanks for the ride. Hey, do you think I might be able to get Dad to fuck me when he picks me up tonight?" I shrugged. I had no idea what to think. My whole world seemed to change every day. I found it exciting, intoxicating, scary, and dangerous as hell. I replied, "Maybe." My Sexy Family Ch. 04 From the author: The following story is of the incest/taboo categorization. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it. If you do like it, please give me a good rating and leave me a note. I love to hear from my fans! As you know, this book is entitled My Sexy Family. Therefore, it should be no surprise that we are moving beyond the brother-sister relationships. Though chapter 1 was a self-contained story of which I am particularly proud, I saw early on that I was going to be writing additional chapters. I soon realized that those chapters would involve more than just Joe and his sister(s). So, that's why I used the word "Family" in the title. If this does not interest you, please do not read it. * After dropping Allyson off at her job, I took the long way home. Well, really, I made big circles. I drove up 171, took a left on Park, then left on North Texas Street, left on 190, and, finally, left back onto 171 again. My mind was racing and I needed some time alone to think about everything that had happened. I was still dumbfounded to find out that my little sister had blown our dad. I hadn't seen that one coming and, of course, that made it so hard to know who knew what. I chuckled at myself like a schoolboy at my phrasing. Allyson was convinced that she had proved that Dad was the one that saw us and, therefore, Mom was clueless. I wasn't so sure. Was the reason Dad let Allyson suck his dick that he had seen us at the door that night? Or was it for the same reason that I had let her suck mine; that she is a damn sexy little vixen that any man, brother or father included, would be unable to resist on our best day? I sighed and finally had to stop driving. After taking the left on Park Road for the third time, I pulled into the little parking area there. I knew we were going to have a birthday party for the twins at that very same park that weekend. I watched the kids play on the swings. It was late afternoon but the sun was still high. The way Mom had spoken to me made me feel so sure that it was her that has seen us. But Karen had some persuasive arguments about why it might just be my imagination running wild. Hell, did it even matter anymore? Dad was fucking around with Allyson. That was a fact. If he hadn't seen us on the couch that night but had let her suck his dick without knowing anything about what we had been doing, then if he did find out later on he wouldn't have a leg to stand on. He was fucking around with his own daughter so it would be pretty hypocritical to get mad at me for doing the same, I reasoned. I paused for a second in my thoughts as I wondered how I felt about what had happened so far. I loved my sister. I loved my dad. Hell, I loved everyone in my family. But, shouldn't I be jealous? Why wasn't I jealous? After thinking on this for a bit I realized that Allyson was simply my sister. I didn't view her as my girlfriend. She was so much more than that. Girlfriends come and go. My sister would always be my sister. Whether she fucked my Dad, the entire football team, or just me, I loved her just the same. In a weird way I was actually glad she blew Dad. Not so much as 'sharing the load' or 'two roosters among the hens', but more like, now Dad knew that his little girl wasn't as innocent and naïve as he had thought she was. Now he knew what she was really like. As for Mom, well, though we had always been very close, in this case she was a complete mystery to me. Had she seen me fucking Allyson that night on the couch and wanted some for herself? Or was she feeling me out to see who the instigator was, as I had originally thought, before confronting one of us so she could put an end to it? If she had wanted to put an end to it, then why had she worn that dress to dinner and said those things about giving us more freedom? Was all that coming from Dad or Mom? Was she telling him what to say or was she just unwittingly going along with him? Well, I figured, neither Karen nor Allyson was going to be able to figure it out. I was going to have to get to the bottom of that particular mystery myself. I chuckled to myself at my own thought of 'getting to the bottom' of Mom. My cock grew hard as I imagined driving it to the bottom of her cunt. Well, that's all I needed to know about my own feelings on the matter. Shit! That brought up another concern. I had fucked Allyson and then Karen. Now I was even thinking about fucking Mom. Was I just a horndog that would fuck any girl with a pulse and just too lazy to get out of the house, I mused? Would any woman that walked by do? As I thought about it, I realized that I had really meant what I had said to Allyson the night of the concert. I wasn't going to fuck her friends because I hardly knew them. No, there were only three women I trusted in the whole world; Allyson, Karen, and Mom. They were all sexy and I wanted to fuck them all. It didn't matter that they were my sisters and my mother. In fact, the taboo and forbidden nature of just being attracted to them, much less actually fucking them, was such a damn turn-on that the mere thought sent my cock to stirring. The rush over the danger of getting caught was the icing on the cake. *** The next day, Friday, was a normal day. When I got off at two o'clock and got home, Allyson and Karen were in the kitchen giggling over the plans they had for the birthday party for the twins on Saturday. Spending the day together, as well as everything else that had happened, really made them much closer. They acted like sisters, but for the occasional butt grab or intimate caress. I changed clothes and took Allyson to work after she changed into her uniform, leaving Karen home alone. On the drive to the restaurant, I asked, "So, what happened with Dad when he picked you up last night?" She frowned at me and said, "Nothing. He just talked about how I shouldn't tell anyone and that it can't happen again. He reminds me of you sometimes." I laughed at that. Then she added, "I'm going to try to make a move tonight when he picks me up." "Really?" I asked, as always, amazed at her determination. She nodded and thoughtfully said, "Maybe he'll do something in the car he wouldn't do on the couch, you know?" I nodded at that as I pulled into the restaurant. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips before hopping out and heading inside. I found myself wondering what might happen if she should succeed in seducing Dad. Maybe it would just be one more secret in our family that stayed hidden. I knew that once he got a taste of her sweet tight cunt around his dick, he'd be hooked. I was. Back at home, Mom and Dad had returned from work and supper was on the stove. Neither acted like anything was amiss. I marveled at that. Though I didn't work on Saturday I headed to bed at nine o'clock instead of the week-day time of seven o'clock. I got too sleepy trying to stay up any later, though I really wanted to know what Allyson did with Dad when he left to pick her up. *** The next Morning was Saturday. I slept until five o'clock, which was as much as I could do since I usually got up at three. As usual, nobody was up. I showered and ate breakfast. Normally, I was alone in the house, with everyone sleeping, until eight. But, that morning Mom and Dad got up at seven. Mom asked, "Joe, how early do you get up on the weekend? You are always up before we are." "I get up at five," I told her. She nodded. "That job really has your schedule pushed up." "Yeah," I agreed. The morning was filled with more and more hectic preparations as everything was gathered together for the birthday and we all headed to the park at noon. We brought tablecloths to cover the concrete tables, balloon filled with helium, the cake, the gifts, and the food, mostly chips and soda. The twin's friends from school arrived and each had two gifts to add to the pile. Everyone was eating and laughing, having a good time. That was, until Rick arrived. Rick was Karen's ex-husband. He showed up with his new girlfriend. The kids were very happy to see their Daddy at the party, but my sister was not pleased that he had brought his new girlfriend with him. Still, she didn't say anything about it, welcoming them both. The party was a great success, kids playing and adults talking. Everyone ate until, finally, candles were blown out and presents were opened. Lots of pictures were taken. See, the arrangement had been that Rick would show up to the party and then give the twins a few hours at home before he picked them up for their custody exchange. He had changed his mind. Instead, I heard him tell Karen that he was going to take them immediately after the party. My sister began to protest but he had said this within ear-shot of the twins and so they were clamoring to go with Rick. Distraught as the turn of events, Karen acquiesced to let them go. Mom and Karen led Rick home so he could get the twin's belongings. They were going to be with him for two weeks and so needed some things to take with them. This left Dad, Allyson, all of the guests, and me in the park. Collectively, as if a bell had gone off, we all decided that the party was over. The guests said their goodbyes as Dad, Allyson, and I cleaned up after ourselves. Dad and Allyson had a strange dynamic going on. He was keeping her at arm's length but if she asked him to do anything he was right there doing it. That is, more than normal. She had always had him wrapped her around her little finger but the leash had gotten quite a bit shorter, to mix my metaphors. I wondered if this was just because of the blowjob or if it was a result of Allyson making a move the night before. Was it a failure and he was wary of her or was it successful and he was trying to cover in public? Either way, I found it funny. Cleaning up took a while and nearly an hour had passed before we all made it back home. Mom had taken the SUV, so the three of us piled into my truck; Dad shotgun and Allyson in the middle. It wasn't as tight as it sounds. The bench seat was wide and flat, plus Allyson is small. At one point, as Dad turned his head to look out the side window, Allyson reached out both of her arms, her left hand falling to my crotch and caressing my dick through my jeans and her right hand falling to Dad's crotch. She gripped him firmly through his own jeans. Shocked by her boldness, I turned and looked straight ahead as Allyson pulled her arm from me. Out the corner of my eye I could see that Dad had grabbed her wrist and was pushing her away. He didn't make a sound, not wanting me to be aware of what had just occurred. I imagined how hot it would be if Dad knew everything and was cool with it. Allyson would be sitting in the middle of the seat, her little hands stroking up and down both Dad's and my cock at the same time as I drove down the road. My cock was hard at the thought but I could see that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, especially given the stern look I caught him giving her out of the corner of my eye. When we got home I got out of the truck and went inside. Mom was walking through the living room, heading for her bedroom. Something about her was a little off. I asked, "Is everything okay?" She nodded. "Karen is taking a nap. She was pretty upset. I'm going to change clothes." With that, she was gone, into her bedroom to change. She had been dressed in the same blue tee-shirt and flaring knee-length black skirt she had worn to the park. Her feet were bare of the sandals she had been wearing. I hesitated as to whether I should pursue Mom, disturb Karen, or just go to my room. Finally, I decided to see if Karen was actually sleeping or not. I was concerned about her. Karen's door was ajar and the room was dark. Though the sun shone brightly outside she had blackout curtains which blocked out most of the light. They were red and so cast a red glow over the room. I found that sexy. I pulled the door open enough to see Karen. My older sister was lying on her bed, her sheet covering her to her neck. She lifted her head and looked at me, hearing the door's light groan. "Joe?" "Are you okay?" I asked, truly worried. She nodded and sat up, the sheet falling from her and revealing the black lace bra she still wore. Her yellow sundress was on the chair and both of her tennis shoes were under the desk, beside Mom's sandals. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I asked, "Do you want to talk about it?" She looked down and said, "No, not about Rick and the kids. I was pretty upset but I'll be okay. You know, Mom was really there for me when I needed her." "Yeah?" I prompted. She nodded and said, "Yeah, but then something strange happened." "Oh?" I asked. "Well, it was like this. Rick came back here and I gave him the twin's luggage. After he was gone, I was crying. Mom was right there for me. We were on the couch and she held me while I cried. "She told me how much she loved me and that it would be alright. She really said all the right things. Then she suggested that maybe I'd want to lay down and rest. "I thought that was a great idea. So, we came in here and I kicked off my shoes. Mom had me take my dress off and get under the sheet. So I did. "We talked about life and love. I cried some more. She held me and stroked my hair. She told me how special I was, being her first, and that she never stopped loving me. "It felt really good to hear that. I held onto her for a while and stopped crying. I lay down and Mom kicked off her sandals and got into bed with me. She was really comforting. "So, there we were, right here in this bed, Mom stroking my hair and telling me how special I was. I was mostly on my back and she sort of lay on top of me. Her leg was between mine and I found myself getting turned on. "I knew it was wrong but you have to understand that I find Mom to be really sexy. In the front of my mind I knew she was just my Mom, but the back of my mind was telling me that I was being held by a desirable woman. "So, I'm lying here, my panties getting wet on the inside, being thankful that I was wearing a pair that were absorbent enough to protect me a bit from that sort of thing. So, since her leg was right there in between mine I hugged her a little tighter as I pressed my panty-covered pussy against her upper thigh. "Mom didn't seem to notice what I was doing so I kept doing it. I was really gentle and slow with it. I didn't want her to know, but I couldn't help myself. "Well, with the gentle rocking motion happening, I felt Mom respond. She was running her fingers through my hair like she had been the whole time, but I had my eyes closed. I don't know if she thought I was asleep maybe, but she started rocking back against me. "See, Mom wore that skirt to the park, but I could feel that it was bunched up as she had lain down with me. So, her panties were right there against my thigh. So, as I rocked slowly against her, my pussy rubbing against her thigh through my panties, she only had to tip her hips a little to cause the same effect for her. "Well, after a few minutes she had taken over the rocking motion. I was just laying there, rubbing my pussy firmly against her on each cycle but she was the one rocking me. Though it was like I was a baby, her baby, I was very sure that she was rubbing her pussy just as firmly against my thigh as I was against hers; maybe more. "Several minutes passed, both of us rubbing against each other. I knew what she was doing but she didn't say anything or give any indication other than to run her hand down my shoulder and then back up to my hair. I tried to be very still but for taking advantage of the motion and tilting my hips against her thigh over and over again. "My head swam with pleasure but I didn't dare moan for fear of her knowing, so I kept quiet. My breath was coming faster and harder but I tried to make it as quiet and non-obvious as possible. I could hear her breathing too and I knew she was getting close, just like I was. "Like me, she was trying to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn't know what was happening to her, but I knew she was about to come. Just knowing that I was doing that with, of all people, Mom, was so fucking hot, you don't even know. "Her breasts were in that blue tee-shirt, stretched so tight, and they gently rubbed against mine as we rocked back and forth. I wished I hadn't been wearing this bra because, though it was sexy, I wanted to feel it. Still, just the thought of it, along with my wet pussy rubbing against her thigh was enough to push me over the edge. "I pressed my face into her shoulder and hugged her tightly to me. She gripped me back, but she didn't make a sound as we both ground against each other for a moment. My head exploded in orgasm but I kept my lips closed and tried not to let on that I was coming. "I could make out Mom's heavy breathing through her nose and the way her chest expanded and contracted in my embrace, as well as the sudden slowing of it and the slow exhale through her nose that I heard told me that she had come too. "Though I loosened my grip, we lay like that for what seemed an eternity. Neither of us said a word or gave any sign to the other than we had just come. Finally, we heard a car door. We looked at each other and then Mom quickly kissed me on the lips. She stood up as I heard the back door open. She slipped out without another word. "I don't know what to think. What do you think?" she asked. I thought for a moment and said, "What do I think? I think you just fucked Mom!" She smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess I did. But... what does it mean?" I shrugged. I said, "I don't know. It happens to girls all the time, doesn't it?" She laughed and said, "Maybe in the porn you watch, but, no, not usually." "Oh." "See, for me, I've been really horny lately. So, Mom being so close to me like that, well, she smelled so good and I rubbed up against her. Thing is, for Mom to rub me back is so freaky. Even with Mom and Dad treating us like adults, I still can't see that happening unless she's the one that saw us," she said. I asked, "Well, you've been saying that it all might be my imagination. Are you sure it wasn't just you rubbing against her? Maybe she didn't notice that you came?" "No, I wasn't imagining it!" she declared. Then doubt crossed her face. "Was I? No, she kissed me on the lips." The door to Karen's bedroom opened behind me and Dad ask, "You okay, Pumpkin?" "I'll be okay, Dad," she replied, though startled. Dad came in and that put an end to that conversation. *** Sunday morning started out like any other morning. I couldn't sleep past five, so I got up and took a shower. I was careful not to wake anyone in the house; they were all fast asleep. I had never run into any of them before seven on any other day. So, I nearly jumped out of my skin when, as I was carefully shaving my face, after having showered, the bathroom door opened. I was lucky to avoid cutting my face with the razor. As she opened the door, Mom asked, "How many eggs do you want with your breakfast?" I couldn't see her, the bathroom bright and the hallway dark, but I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist. As I did so, I was keenly aware that my cock was more than halfway hard as I had been fantasizing about my mother, as well as my sisters, just moments before. I complained "Mom." My mother laughed at me. She had an infectious laugh; always had. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking," she said. "Of course, it's not like it's something I haven't seen before." Several seconds passed as I tried to make out her silhouette against the dark hallway, the light of the bathroom not casting enough light into the hall for me to make out her form. Finally she asked, "How many eggs did you say you wanted?" My Sexy Family Ch. 04 I said, "Four!" I hadn't said but I was too startled to have any thought other than getting her to close that door, despite the fact that I had just been thinking of her and really did want her to see what I had. I was just so taken off guard by her sudden appearance that any thoughts of showing off had completely flown away. "Okay," she said cheerfully before closing the bathroom door. I breathed a sigh of relief as I dropped the towel and turned back toward the mirror to resume shaving. I needed a moment to absorb what had just happened. Mom re-opened the door and asked, "Butter or jelly on your toast?" The towel was not on the counter as it had been the first time but was now on the floor at my feet. I said, "Both." I stood there and kept shaving, no longer startled, and letting her look if she wanted to look. I felt a little uncomfortable but I also felt my cock start to fill out to full hardness. She closed the door. I looked at the closed door and wondered if maybe Mom really did want me. Maybe it was innocent and all in my head. Then again, it was possible that she really did want to feel my long hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy, her big tits rocking back and forth as I fucked her. Glancing at my hard cock in the mirror, I knew that I definitely wanted her. Taking another deep breath I finished shaving, picked up the towel, wiped my face, put on aftershave, and pulled on my robe. I stepped out into the hallway and to my door. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to get dressed first or just go ahead in my robe. The way my cock was acting, I knew the robe was a risk but that very same risk was such a thrill. It was a thrill I was becoming addicted to. Mom softly called to me from the end of the hall, where it emerged into the living room and kitchen, "Breakfast is ready." That made the decision easy, I considered, as I rationalized that to change would take too long and my eggs would get cold. So, I kept my robe on and headed into the kitchen. Still, in the back of my mind I knew that I had to play it cool because, like Karen had warned; if I did something and it was all in my head then all hell could break loose. As I sat at the kitchen table, Mom had her back to me. Her robe was black and short, falling to mid-thigh, the backs of her legs slim and sexy. In the bright light of the kitchen the robe was just sheer enough for me to make out the silhouette of her black panties across her small firm ass. I asked, "What's the occasion?" With a plate filled with scrambled eggs, two strips of bacon, and a slice of buttered and jellied toast, Mom turned, walked beside me and placed the plate in front of me. Her robe was cinched tight in the front at her waist but it barely wrapped around her. Her big tits pushed strongly against the tight material, providing me flashes of the great expanses of flesh down her chest and between her breasts. The pale skin of her chest and the valley between her tits beckoned to me. My cock rose with desire beneath my robe as forbidden thoughts of fucking my mom's big tits, the soft flesh sliding up and down my prick, filled my head. I tried to look down at my plate but she was so close to me. She sat in the chair to my left as I pulled my attention toward the plate and began to eat. "Looks good," I muttered, not just referring to the eggs, but trying to act casual. She said, "You have been a very good son, Joe. You've done anything I've asked of you for as long as I can remember." I nodded as I ate. It was true that I had never said 'no' to my mother. Well, at least, not in the last decade or so. I didn't know where she was going with this. Was she about to ask me to do something sexual with her? Could she really be that bold? My cock throbbed with anticipation. I wouldn't say 'no' if she did. "You've also done whatever your Dad asked you to do, haven't you?" I nodded. "Now, I don't want you to get upset, okay?" she began. I froze in mid-bite. Upset? Where was this going? "Okay," I prompted after a moment. "I know your Dad told you to get close with your sisters and help them out, but I think maybe you misunderstood what he was trying to say," she said. "Oh?" I asked, not liking where this was going at all. "Now, don't get me wrong. Your sisters are wonderful girls and I love both of them dearly, but there are some things that you, as their brother, should not be helping them to do," she told me slowly. I didn't say anything, staring at the plate and not wanting to look her in the eyes. "I know you love them. I know they love you. They are both very pretty; very sexy," she said slowly. "Really?" I asked, trying to pretend I didn't know what she was getting at. It sounded dumb even to me. Even if I hadn't been fucking them I still would have acknowledged that they were pretty, I mentally scolded myself. She smiled and put her hand on my thigh. Her fingers felt warm, even through the thin robe I wore. She said, "Look, it's perfectly natural, living this close to them that you might notice how sexy they are." "Me?" I asked, still sounding stupid but trying to play it off. I wasn't so sure that Mom was attracted to me to take a chance and admit to anything. She ran her arm up my leg a bit and then reached up and caressed my arm as she said, "You are a handsome young man; viral and strong. I know you have needs." Alarm bells were going off in my head. Warning! The shit is hitting the fan! Everyone get to cover! I managed to swallow the last bite of egg but my stomach was tightening up. "Oh?" I managed to say noncommittally. Mom nodded. "I know I insisted on everyone living together like we did when you were younger and maybe that was a mistake. If so, it was my mistake. I mean, you take three very attractive young people and put them together like this and what did I think would happen? I know how hard it can be to resist such temptation, so I'm not angry with anyone." My hands were shaking as I tried to drink the milk and act calmly. She had stopped talking for the moment and the silence was deafening. I knew I had to say something, so I asked, "So, you saw someone do something inappropriate?" She smiled and chuckled, "You could say that!" She looked at me like I was so stupid for trying to play dumb. She said, "I saw you, Joe. I saw what you did to Karen." I put the glass down and looked at her. She knew everything. I could see it in her eyes. She had seen everything we had done to each other. I know my face when white as I felt very lightheaded and I could hear my own heart beating. We were all so totally busted I didn't even know what to say or do. I managed to croak stupidly, "Karen? What do you mean? What do you think you saw?" She laughed and said, "Um, well, I think I saw you put your dick in her mouth!" "You did?" I asked, feigning incredulity. She nodded. "Yes, I did, and from the way she reacted I could tell that wasn't the first time you fucked around with your sisters. I don't know how far back it goes and I don't want to know. You are all adults now and, even though it's wrong, I understand how that sort of thing can happen." "You do?" I asked, a glimmer of hope on the horizon. I could feel my cock throbbing strongly under my robe despite feeling so scared at what she might say next. It didn't seem right to me that I should be hard and scared at the same time. I hadn't thought it was possible but the fear was the type I felt every time Allyson and I had gotten caught or had a close call at discovery. I suppose I now associated that feeling with sex because my cock was like a steel pipe beneath my robe, tenting it obscenely, though Mom didn't see it as she was concentrating on my face. "Yes, I saw all three of you on the couch that night! Joe, think about what your father would say. Allyson is his little girl. Your dad would kick your ass!" she told me. I nearly blurted out something about how he's fucking her too, though I wasn't sure if they had gone any farther than the blowjob, but I held my tongue. I didn't want to cross that bridge if I didn't have to. Something like that could easily destroy their marriage. Of course, I realized, all of this was risky and anyone going one step too far could destroy our whole family. The danger was very real. Problem was, that's what made it so thrilling. I was addicted to the danger. After thinking about it for a minute, I asked, "Dad wouldn't understand, but you do?" Mom smiled and said, "Yes, Sweetheart, of course I do. You're a strapping young man living with two beautiful girls. I completely understand, but your Dad would not see it the same way." I looked at the concerned look on her face a moment before I let my eyes trail down to the expanse of sexy pale flesh between her big breasts. Then, I looked back up into her eyes and dropped the first shoe. I asked, "So you saw everything that night?" "Yes," she nodded. "I thought Karen would push you away but her reaction told me everything I needed to know about what you three had been up to." "So, you saw what happened after that?" I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be but letting her dig her own hole. "Yes, I said I saw everything, Joe. From Allyson eating out Karen and then sitting on her face, to you fucking Karen and then finally fucking your little sister on top of your older sister; yes, I watched the whole fucking thing," she told me. "It was so wrong!" I smiled inwardly. I had her right where I wanted her. I let the other shoe drop, feigning confusion as I asked, "So, if it was so wrong, why didn't you stop us?" Her eyes grew wide at the question and then she looked away, down at the floor off to the side. She was searching for something to say. Her eyes locked onto the tent in my lap that my hard cock was making. Her eyes grew wide in surprise as she looked up at me again. She looked like a deer caught in the middle of the road. She began, "Well, I... um...." I let her squirm for a moment, knowing I had to tread carefully, but I felt confident that I knew what would work and what would not. Giving her a way out, a way that led to the conclusion I wanted, I offered, "Because you wanted to see how far we would go?" "Yes, exactly," she replied quickly. Slowly I said, "You wanted to see if Karen would suck my cock." "Right," she agreed. She had a look of concern on her face but her breathing told me she was relieved that I had taken the pressure off of her to explain her actions. "When she did, you wanted to see if I would get up on the couch and slide my dick deep inside of her pussy and fuck her," I told her, my voice low. My cock yearned to be stroked, throbbing almost painfully with desire as I said the words. I knew she could object at any moment but I was ready for that too. Mom nodded and swallowed hard. She glanced around nervously to see if anyone had awakened. I continued, "Then, when I got up and fucked Allyson's tight pussy, you wanted to see if I would come inside of her. Maybe, see how long I could last?" She nodded and said, "Yes. Wait, what?" I smiled at her and said, "It's alright. It's just us here. You can tell me. You were turned on, weren't you?" I asked her softly. "It was wrong, Joe!" she protested. I nodded and said softly, "Of course it was, but you liked watching, didn't you?" She shook her head and said, "No, of course not." I really felt the tables had turned. I said, "If you didn't like it then why did you keep watching? Why didn't you stop us?" She was at a loss for words, her eyes wide again as if she had been caught stealing. "You didn't stop us because you liked it, didn't you?" I pressed. "No," she protested, trying to be firm. "No? Are you telling me that you were repulsed?" I countered. "No, but-" "Come on, Mom. Admit it. You liked watching my cock slipping in and out of Allyson's little cunt, didn't you?" I said it all slowly enough that Mom could have protested at any moment, but she didn't. It felt so fucking strange talking to my own mother like that. The danger of it made my head swim. She was definitely flustered as she said, "Well, I-" "Did you touch yourself?" I asked. I knew my neck was way out there and she could cut my head off at any time, but she didn't. When she hesitated I pressed, "I won't tell anyone. It's just us here. Did you slip your hand down between your thighs as you watched us fucking?" She sighed and admitted "Yes, but-" "But what?" I said with a triumphant smile. I had her right where I wanted her. "You liked it. You liked watching us." She nodded and started to say something, her cheeks turning red. Before she could say anything I asked, "Did you come?" "What?" she asked as if she didn't hear me her eyes darted between my face and the floor. She was completely out of her element. "Did you make yourself come as you watched us?" I asked her. "You did, didn't you?" She looked at me and said, "Alright! Yes, I came. God, it was so hot. Is that what you want to hear?" "Mom-" I started to say. Mom was lost in her own thoughts for a moment as she said, "I watched you three on the couch, humping and grinding, your cock sliding in and out of your big sister's cunt. It was so fucking wrong but you all looked so good. It was like the best movie I had ever seen. I wanted to stop you, I really did, but I couldn't. God help me, I couldn't. Finally, yes, I touched myself. I rubbed my pussy as I watched. When I came the first time I was determined to stop you but that was when you started fucking Allyson and, well, I couldn't stop you. I could see how much she was enjoying it. I just stayed as quietly as I could, watching. As you fucked her I slipped my fingers inside of my own pussy and when you filled her with your come, I came too." "You came twice?" I asked dumbly. I had just gotten the whole story from Mom and the best I could ask was how many times she had come. Mom took a shaky breath and said, "Yes, but, Joe, that doesn't make it right! I understand. I really do. But I have to ask. Why your sisters? Why not Allyson's friends? God knows they dress like sluts. Why not fuck one of them?" I looked at her and took her hand in mine. She tried halfheartedly to pull away but I didn't let her. I said, "Mom, look. There are only three women in the whole world that I trust. Only three women that I want to fuck." I felt so strange swearing in front of my mother. "Only three women? Which three women?" she prompted, her brow furrowing in confusion. I said very slowly, "Allyson, Karen, and, well, you." Mom's eyes grew wide as she said, "Me? What, are you crazy?" I confessed, "Maybe a little, but I can't stop thinking about you and your big breasts, Mom!" Mom's eyes grew wide in surprise as she looked down at her own chest, "My breasts?" she asked, just as dumbly as I had earlier. She released my hands and ran her fingers up the edges of her robe, her fingers brushing the skin between her tits as she cupped them in her hands as well as shielding them from my view. "You don't think they're too big?" she asked. I smiled at that and said, "No, of course not." She said, "I've been thinking about getting them taken out." "Don't do that! You know, all of my friends in high school thought you were hot," I complimented her. She smiled at me and said, "That was a long time ago. Big tits were in back then. I think natural is more popular now. Still, your dad did pay a lot for these twenty years ago." "Well, they've held up pretty well." "Thanks," she said. "Look, Joe, I love you and if you just want to see my breasts, that's fine." With that she loosened her robe and pulled it open to reveal both of her big tits, in all of their glory. They were full and firm, pushing away from her chest a bit unnaturally, as fake ones tend to do. The pale creamy flesh of each of her tits was topped by large dark areoles surrounding hard nipples that betrayed her excitement. "They're just tits, Joe." I stared dumbly at them, as if I had never seen tits before. Admittedly, they were by far the biggest ones I had ever seen in person. I couldn't help imagining what would happen if I stood up and slipped my cock in between them. Still unsure, I didn't make a move. I glanced up at her. "They turn you on?" she asked, glancing down again to my hard cock that tented my robe. I nodded. "Wow," I whispered, returning my gaze to them. Then, after a moment of silence, I looked up and said, "Yes, of course they do. See?" With that I tugged my robe to the side to reveal to her my long hard rampant cock. Mom's jaw dropped for a second in shock. Then she stared at it and said, "Whoa, I guess so. Wow, it's so big." "Yeah?" I prompted, liking the compliment. "When you were little it would get hard all the time, but it was so thin," she explained with a chuckle. "Then I saw how big it had gotten the other night, so long and thick. But being this close to it, well, it looks even bigger." I smiled at that. She didn't take her eyes off of it as she asked, "You know, I think we need to get this out of your system. You can't say I'm one of the only women in the world you want to fuck, just because you like my tits. So, what exactly, is in your fantasies, Joe? What you want to do with my tits? Is seeing them like this what you wanted?" "Not exactly," I told her. "Did you want to just touch them?" My hands were shaking and I just shook my head. I couldn't bring myself to tell my Mom what I really wanted. Now that the moment had arrived I was scared. "Suck them?" I shook my head again. "What then? You can tell me," she urged. Finally, I took a deep breath and slowly said, "Well, I sort of think about what they might feel like wrapped around me." Confusion crossed her face for only a second before she realized what I was saying. She asked, "You want to fuck them?" I hesitantly nodded. "Joe, that's crazy," she told me, but the lust in her eyes took away any sternness in her voice. "I know," I agreed. I thought about telling her that I also thought about what it would feel like to have them in my face as she rode me, but instead I gathered what courage I did have, reached up, and cupped both of her big tits in my hands, savoring how soft the warm flesh felt against my palms. My index fingers rested on the hard nipples and gently caressed them. "Nobody has to know," I whispered. Mom's eyes lidded and she said, "Though it would probably get it out of your system, I can't do that. Joe, it would be so wrong." Taking a chance I nodded and said, "Very wrong, but isn't this why you got up so early this morning?" From the look of guilt on her face I knew that this was exactly what she was hoping for. Problem was, now that it was happening, she didn't know if she could go through with it. She bit her lip in apprehension but her breathing was heavy and she didn't pull away as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. "Oh God," she sighed with pleasure. "Nobody has to know. I won't tell anyone what we did," I whispered, deliberately phrasing it as if it had already happened. Her breathing was coming hard. I could plainly see in her face how turned on she was. I had never seen her like that. It made my cock even harder if that were possible. Softly she whispered, "Oh, Son! I really want to!" I had her. I smiled in triumph as I said, "Then go ahead, Mom. It's just us here." She glanced around and said, "Shit! If your dad ever found out-" "He won't," I interjected. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked. "Yes, please, Mom," I said. She reached down and her cool fingers wrapped around the base of my hot cock. Her grip tightened and she slowly stroked her fist up and down the length of my rod. "Oh Mom, that feels so good," I groaned. My Sexy Family Ch. 04 "Oh, Son," she breathed. "You have such a nice big cock." She watched her own hand expertly stroke up and down the length of it over and over. I breathed a huge sigh of relief that I had finally gotten that far with Mom. I had both of my parents over a barrel. We had all done things we shouldn't. We had all crossed that line one way or another. The pleasure from Mom's hand on my dick felt like victory. "Joe, this is so wrong," Mom whispered as she continued to stroke my cock with her right hand. She reached down and cupped my balls with her left. "It's just us. I won't tell anyone," I replied, the pleasure swimming in my head. "Do you feel how hard I am for you, Mom?" I asked, wanting to make sure she knew how much I wanted her touch. "Yes, Son, I feel that," she admitted as she stroked my prick better than anyone ever had. "It's so hard and hot." She really knew what she was doing, twisting it just so, stroking it just far enough in each direction, and brushing the head with her fingers only so much. Her hand was dry and I was very impressed. "Stand up," she instructed. "We'll need to get it wet first." Reluctantly releasing her tits, I got to my feet as quickly as I could. Standing in front of my seated mother, my robe open and falling to either side of her, I looked down at the short black hair atop her head as she examined my cock. I was in heaven as she continued to stroke me. I glanced around to be sure everyone else in the house was still asleep. All was quiet and dark but for the rush of the air that the air conditioner pushed through the ducts and the light in the kitchen. Mom glanced around, just as I had done, and then leaned forward toward me. She stroked her hand down to the base of my shaft and held it still. When her lips were a mere inch from the head of my dick, I heard her whisper, "I can't believe I'm doing this." I could hardly believe it either. It was a dream come to life. Lately it seemed that all of my dreams were coming to life; first Allyson, then Karen, and now Mom. I was so turned on that if I had not been getting so much sex over the prior few weeks I might have come right in her face at that moment. As it was, my cock was getting so hard that I knew I'd be able to last for a little while. Mom pursed her lips and pressed forward. Her lips parted as she drove the head of my cock into her face. Then she pressed forward farther, gliding her lips down my shaft until she struck the base. She had to lay her hand flat against my groin to free the bottom two or three inches of my dick and give it to her mouth. "Oh shit," I groaned in pleasure. No woman had ever taken me so deep into her mouth with such ease. The way her lips glided down my shaft as she did it sent such pleasure through me that I lost all sense of time and space. All I could feel was my mother's expert mouth and hands on my cock and balls. Mom pulled back until the neck of my prick was at her lips, the head still inside. I felt the swirling of her tongue just before she pressed forward again, driving her lips all the way to the base. Back and forth she worked my dick over and over. "Holy fucking shit!" I gasped. "Mom, that feels amazing!" I told her. I had never felt anything like it before. She was blowing me better than any porn video I could remember ever having seen. She blew me better than Lily, Allyson, Karen, or any girl that had ever sucked my cock. Mom pulled back off my dick, rolled her eyes up to look at me, and whispered, "Keep your voice down, Sweetheart." She stroked me using both hands for a moment, one at the base and the other at the head and neck. She twisted her hands as she stroked my wet prick with her hands. She whispered to me, "You like the way Mommy sucks your cock?" I nodded. "I've never felt anything like it," I confessed, keeping my voice low. I knew from experience how dangerous it was to do anything like this in the main living areas of the trailer, but I wasn't about to ask her to stop. It felt amazing. She smiled at me. "Sweetheart, that's because you've only been playing with girls. Let me show you what a real woman can do." With that she released my dick and pressed her mouth forward around my engorged prick again. She didn't gag or hesitate when her lips reached the base; no, she stroked her lips all the way down and all the way back up with smooth motions. I groaned in pleasure as I watched her head, covered in short black hair, bob back and forth against my groin over and over again. It was so surreal to see my long hard cock disappearing into my own mother's face again and again. It was so taboo and so wicked I moaned, "Oh, Mom, yes, suck my cock!" Her left hand, which had been holding my shaft, released it and travelled up my chest, caressing me as her mouth continued to suck my dick. She bobbed on my cock faster and faster, stroking it with her lips. She pulled off and looked up at me as she licked the underside. Then she licked my balls for a moment before returning to stroking my long shaft in and out of her face. Her right hand was on her tits for a moment and then down between her thighs. I gasped at the onslaught, struggling to keep my feet, but also lost in a haze of amazing sensations. Just when I got used to her lips on my shaft, they were on my balls and her fist was on my shaft, then her tongue was on the underside of my cock and her palm was cupping my balls. Her skill was amazing. I declared, "This is so fucking hot, Mom!" I loved calling her Mom at that moment. It felt totally wicked. She rolled her eyes up at me as she pulled back, stroking my prick in her fist, and asked again, "You like the way Mommy sucks your cock?" I nodded, my mouth agape as I stared down at her, not really believing what was happening to me. I said, "Yes, Mommy." I had not called her Mommy in years, but the flash of lust in her eyes told me that's what she wanted to hear. She was getting off on how wrong it was. She smiled and sat up a little straighter. She put one hand on my ass and pulled me a step closer to her. Then, with both hands, she wrapped her big soft tits around my long hard cock, wet with her saliva. It completely disappeared from view, lost in the embrace of her big breasts. "Is this what you want?" she murmured, almost to herself. I was in heaven. Her tits were soft and warm against the sides of my cock, her breastbone hard along the underside. I held very still, letting her guide my experience. She was so much more experienced than I was that I never thought to try and take control. I sighed with pleasure. Mom moved her body up and down, stroking my cock with her breasts as she pressed them together around me. The saliva on my cock coated her cleavage, letting my big dick slide up and down easily through the valley. "Oh my god," I groaned with pleasure. I had never fucked tits as big as Mom's. I was completely engulfed by them, their warmth almost as hot as a pussy and their softness, like nothing else. Though her tits were a little too firm beneath, the skin was so soft against my dick that it was already driving me higher and higher. As she worked her tits up and down my shaft, Mom softly asked me, "You like having your cock buried in your mommy's big soft titties? Feels good, doesn't it?" I nodded as I whispered, "Yes Mommy." It felt like heaven, the soft wet skin caressing my dick. Of course, what really turned me on the most was that it was my own mother, stroking my hard prick with her big tits. Looking up at me with a lust I found so new but so thrilling, she said, "Joe, your cock looks so good between my big tits!" As she drove me closer to orgasm I couldn't help but push back against her, softly at first but then more insistent, driving my cock up into her big soft breasts. I put my hands on her bare shoulders for support as I fucked her tits. She smiled up at me and said, "Yeah, fuck them back!" She held her tits tightly together for me, letting me fuck up into the soft valley as much as I wanted. She was turned on, lost in the moment, as she said, almost in surprise, "You like that, don't you? Fuck Mommy's tits! Yeah, fuck them like that!" "Oh, God," I groaned with pleasure as I stroked my hips back and forth against her chest, the head of my cock just barely appearing out the top of her tightly squeezed cleavage on each stroke, her tits so big that they were able to hide my entire cock, rubbing every part of me. She was panting with desire as she told me, "I'll squeeze them tight for you, Sweetheart. Yeah!" She moaned with pleasure as she urged, "Right there, Son! Yeah, fuck 'em!" "Oh shit!" I groaned as I watched the big pale globes surge and jiggle on each stroke as I plowed my prick between my Mom's tits. I was in paradise. I knew I wanted to fuck her but I also knew I was getting close to coming. I also knew that, with it being early in the morning, I would be able to recover pretty well if she gave me that chance. However, in that moment, I really wanted to come. "Feels good, doesn't it, Son?" she cooed. "You're cock feels so hard! Yeah, give it to me!" I couldn't speak as my orgasm flowed through me. I jammed my cock between her tits one last time, the head just peeking out of the valley, before my prick erupted. Jet after jet of jism blasted up from my cock, striking Mom in the chin and neck. The cum ran in rivulets down across her chest to the tops of her tits, the last few squirts, coating her chest above and, finally, within the valley. "Shh," Mom whispered. "Keep it down, Joe!" I had been groaning with pleasure as I came and hadn't realized how loud I had gotten. When my senses returned I realized that my cock was still hard; Mom's fist now stroking it, milking the last remnants of my cum onto her chest. Her other hand had fallen to between her own thighs. "Wow, Joe, that's a lot of cum," she told me, inspecting the amount of cum covering her chest. I stepped back, leaned forward, and reached down between her thighs. I felt bold. I knew she was turned on and I didn't want our encounter to end that way. I was ready for more. She pushed her chair away from me, her eyes wide. She whispered softly, "No, Joe. We can't. We can't do this." She looked around, thinking for a moment. Then she stood up and said, "We can't do this here. Come on." I was pleasantly surprised. I had thought she was putting a stop to it but she was concerned about us doing this in the kitchen. I didn't care where she took me as long as it meant a chance to fuck her. Just as she stood up, Dad stepped from the bedroom and asked loudly, "What the fuck is going on out here?" Mom pulled her robe tightly around her as she turned to face Dad. "Oh god, James!" she gasped. I pulled my robe shut, my cock tenting the material obscenely. I turned my body away from him so he couldn't see it, but I kept my eyes on him to see what he did. I knew this was it; the shit had really hit the fan. He looked at her incredulously and asked, "Sharon Peeler, did I seriously just catch you blowing our son?" Mom's breathing was heavy and her eyes wide as she declared, "James, I can explain!" Dad cocked his head to the side and said with growing volume, "Explain how Joe just happened to come all over your tits? Yeah, I'll bet." Despite the situation she found herself in, Mom demanded, "Keep your voice down, the girls are sleeping." Dad looked at her for a long moment and sighed. He said softly, "Fine." Then he though a second more, set his jaw, and quietly commanded, "Get your ass in the bedroom!" I had never seen dad so commanding of her, nor Mom so submissive, as when she bowed her head and obediently strode into the bedroom. For my part, as Dad watched her go, I slowly eased toward the hallway. I hoped he didn't turn around and this was the end of it for me. Dad looked back at me as soon as Mom crossed the threshold into the bedroom and asked, "Where the fuck do you think you're going? I'm not done with you. Get your ass in there too!" There was really no choice for me. He was my dad. I had to go. So, like a prisoner to the gallows, I obediently walked past my dad and into my parents' bedroom. I had been in that room a few time before but it looked especially ominous in that moment, the dark brown carpet and dark brown sheets combining with the single bedside table lamp as the only illumination to make the room so dark that it reminded me of a cave where someone might find themselves trapped, unable to get past the great bear blocking the only means of egress. As Dad followed me in and pulled the door nearly closed behind him, Mom walked to her side of the bed, the right side, and turned on her pink lamp, more than doubling the illumination and making it feel a bit less like a cave. She said, "James, look, it's not what it looks like." I veered to the left, not wanting to get between my parents. I stayed at the foot of the bed, but more toward Dad's side. I hoped that put me out of the line of fire. Either way, there was no choice now but to face the music. Dad stepped toward Mom and said, "Oh, really? It's not?" Then, suddenly, he pulled her robe completely open and said, "Well, it looks like you just blew Joe until he came all over your fucking tits!" Despite the situation, Mom looked really fucking hot. My cum still covered her chest and her breasts glinted wetly in the lamplight. Though Dad was right up in her face and held her robe open she replied, "See, that's not exactly true. I blew him a little at first, but then I actually used my tits on him to make him come." As she said that she cupped her big tits in her hands as if to demonstrate. "See he-" Dad interrupted her, pushing her robe off over her shoulder and down her arms as he asked, "And were you about to take him somewhere to eat your pussy?" "Yes, but-" "And then were you going to fuck him?" "Yes, but-" "Then it's exactly what it looks like, isn't it?" He stepped back from Mom and turned toward me before she could attempt to reply. He said, gesturing toward me, "And you, my own son. I trusted you, Joe! How could you?" During their exchange I had some time to think about what I was going to say to something like that, since everything seemed to be going in slow motion. There were two choices, contrite or defiant. The former left me at Dad's mercy, but the latter, with the ammo I had, left me the best odds of turning the situation around. So, taking a deep breath, I replied, "Well, I figured if it was okay for you and Allyson, it was okay for me and Mom." Dad froze. His eyes narrowed at me but he didn't say anything. Without giving him much of an opportunity to react, Mom asked, "Allyson? James, what have you done?" Dad turned on her and indignantly declared, "Don't change the subject!" Her eyes grew wide and she said, "You did do something! What was it?" Though standing before her husband naked and covered in my cum, she leaned toward him aggressively and said, "You know I'll find out eventually!" He looked at her for a moment and I could almost see the wheels turning. A bit of the anger went out of his voice as he confessed, "Okay, fine. On the drive home Friday night we parked on Ball Road for a bit and I may have, well, fucked her a little." I gasped. I hadn't known that Allyson had gone that far with Dad. We hadn't really had a chance to talk yet that weekend. Mom was indignant, her breasts rising and falling sexily on her chest as her breathing sped up. Pointing her finger at him, she asked, "You fucked Allyson? Our little girl? Oh my god! And you have the balls to be pissed at me?" Dad would only be swayed a moment in his anger as he countered, "Well, shit, how do you expect me to react when I walk in and find Joe's cum all over you?" Mom shrugged, rubbed her chest, and suggested, "Maybe not so holier-than-thou?" Dad thought about that for a moment but as he looked at Mom, naked before him, her hands moving slowly and sexily over her skin to rub the remnants of my cum into her skin, I could almost see his anger returning with full force, though it was mixed with something else I didn't quite recognize. He said in a sarcastic tone, "You know what, you're exactly right! What was I thinking? You two go on ahead!" "What?" Mom asked in confusion. He nodded vigorously and said, "Yeah, in fact, I want you to lie down on the bed." When Mom didn't move he grabbed her shoulders in his hands and pushed her to his left as he said, "Come on, lay down. I want to see it." Mom was taken off guard at the sudden shove and she did fall onto her right side on the bed, her feet hanging off. She looked at him, completely surprised but, I could tell, a little aroused as she declared, "James, you can't be serious!" I was stunned that Dad would push Mom around like that. I didn't know what to do. Things were happening so quickly and I felt frozen where I stood. Dad reached down and lifted Mom's legs off the floor and threw them toward to foot of the bed, turning her in the process and placing her on her back, as he asked, "Oh can't I?" "James!" she exclaimed in shock. She tried to push herself up, but he held her down with a hand on her chest. "What? I want to see it! Lay the fuck down!" Then, glancing at me, he said, "Come on Joe!" "Dad?" I asked dumbly. I knew what he wanted me to do but I was totally stunned at the turn of events. Admittedly, seeing Dad holding Mom down was a very hot sight, especially since she was completely nude and from my vantage I caught flashes of her pussy as her legs flailed. Dad commanded, "Lay down between your mother's thighs! I want to watch you eat her pussy." "Seriously?" I asked, still completely dumbfounded and wondering if he was just being sarcastic and trying to make a point. Of course, at the same time, despite my age, he was still my Dad and I always wanted to obey him, no matter the request. He replied, his voice suddenly a lot calmer than it had been, "Yeah, I did ask you to take care of her, after all. So, let's see how good a job you can do. Come on, don't be shy now. Get your ass up here!" At that last command, I almost completely involuntarily climbed up onto the bed. The situation was so strange but there was something else at play in my mind. I really did want to eat her pussy and I knew that if I got up and ran out of the room there was zero chance that would ever happen. So, even though Dad was watching, and even directing, the end result was that I was going to get to eat her pussy. "Oh God," Mom groaned, but she wasn't struggling very hard. In fact, most of her struggle involved lifting her hips off the bed, which I found incredibly sexy. I could plainly see that her pussy was completely devoid of hair, the slit, despite the situation, or maybe because of it, was flowered open and glistening with her excitement in the lamplight. I lay down between her thighs. The musky scent of her fuck-juices filled my nose as I moved in. I was keenly aware of Dad's closeness as well, so I tried to move very slowly so as to be able to react to anything he might do and not go any farther than he wanted me to go. Dad said, "There you go. Now, show me how well you can take care of your mother!" He backed away a bit but still had one hand on Mom's chest, holding her down. As Mom felt my breath against her sensitive mound she calmed down her thrashing about. She spread her legs and sighed, "It's okay, Sweetheart. Come taste Mommy's pussy." I was surprised at how quickly she had gone from defiant to compliant to willing, but I wasn't complaining. I dropped my face to her crotch and licked gently up and down her slit. Her musky smell and taste was strong but it was one I had grown accustomed to, so it wasn't too uncomfortably strong for me. "Oh yeah, taste Mommy's pussy," she repeated, lost in a fantasy of her own. Not that I wasn't her son, but it seemed that she was really getting off on calling herself Mommy, and that she had been thinking about something like this for a while. My Sexy Family Ch. 04 Dad let go of her and stepped back, just watching. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. In fact, I completely lost track of him as I concentrated on Mom. I pressed my mouth down around her pussy, it was a little smaller than my sisters', the slit shorter and the area more rounded like a flower. Still, it wasn't hard to find her clit and begin gently sucking at the area as I lapped my tongue against the hard little bud. Mom sighed and said, "Yeah, eat it like a good little boy." I continued to suck and lick at her pussy. I really was doing it; I was eating my own mother's pussy. My cock was hard beneath me, my hips pressed to the mattress. This was all so surreal to me. She lifted herself up on one elbow, reached toward me, and put her other hand behind my head as she said, "Look at me while you're eating me! Let me see those sexy eyes." I rolled my eyes up at her, shifting my position to be able to do that. Her big tits framed her face and I could see the lust in her eyes. They were familiar eyes; ones that had looked at me with such care all of my life. The care was still there but the gratitude and lust at what I was doing to her clit was readily apparent. She said, "You are really good at that!" She groaned and rolled her hips as the pleasure mounted. Her fuck-juices flowed from her pussy. Eating her pussy for all I was worth, I continued to look at her, my eyes locked onto her pretty face. I reached up and cupped her big tits in my hands, gently rolling the hard nipples between my fingers. "Oh yeah," she moaned. "Lick that pussy!" As Mom's breathing increased I licked and sucked at her pussy with all of the skill I had. I watched her face for when I was doing something she liked and when I wasn't. I concentrated on what she liked as much as possible, driving her toward orgasm. "Oh fuck that's good," she groaned with appreciation. "Fuck yeah!" she urged as she panted with rising pleasure. "Make your Mommy come! Come on, lick it just like that!" My breath was hot against her pussy as I worked my mouth against her steadily. She liked her clit licked very lightly as her pussy area was sucked firmly. I had discovered this through trial and error and now I had her right where I wanted her. Mom's passion rose higher and higher as she groaned, "Yeah! Oh yeah!" She rolled her hips as she moaned out her crashing orgasm. Her girl-cum flowed out of her pussy as she came, coating my lips with her thicker juices. "Mmm... Oh yes," she sighed, her breathing suddenly slowing, her orgasm passing. She took deep breath and said, "Good boy! That's a good boy!" Releasing my head from her grip she asked me sexily, "Do you want to stick your dick in there? You want to fill my hole? Come here baby, fuck Mommy's pussy." I could hardly believe what was happening. I was about to fuck my own mother with Dad standing right there. Part of me wanted to run but the other part of me, the one that was long hard and throbbing with anticipation, could hardly wait to slide inside of Mom's smoldering cunt. Still, I was worried about Dad. I looked at him for permission. Though Dad had backed up a bit, he was still only a few feet away. To my surprise he had his robe opened and was slowly stroking his hard cock. Seeing my hesitation, he said, "You heard your mother. Fuck her!" All fears assuaged, I knelt up and pulled my robe off. My rampant cock throbbed in anticipation. Gripping it at the base, I leaned forward and guided the head directly into my own mother's waiting snatch. "Oh Joe. Yes," she sighed at the feel of my cock at the entrance to her simmering cunt. Though my prick slid easily into the hot confines of her wet fuck-hole, I was surprised to find that her hole was nearly as tight as Allyson's. Her cunt fit my cock like a sheath designed specifically for my blade. Was that because she was my mother? I wondered as I nestled my balls against her ass, my entire manhood lodged deep inside my very own mother. "Ah," Mom groaned as she wrapped her legs loosely around my waist. I stroked my hard cock slowly in and out of my mother's clasping cunt, marveling at how much sweet pleasure flooded my brain, so perfectly did her fuck-hole embrace and caress the entire length of my big dick. "Oh my god," I whispered. "Oh sweetheart, that's my good boy," Mom cooed in pleasure. "Fuck me, Honey. Give it to me like you give in to your sisters." "What?" Dad asked as he continued to jack his cock. I froze, lodging myself deep inside of Mom. Dad hadn't known about me and my sisters, only Mom. She had seen us and not told Dad. Now he was finding out for the first time and I felt very vulnerable, being naked and inside of his wife. Mom looked up at him and said, "That's right James. All of your kids have been fucking each other." His eyes grew wide in surprise and he looked at me. Then he smiled and said, "Damn Son, you've been busy, haven't you? You've been working your way through the family? Huh! I guess I have some catching up to do next time I see Karen." Though stunned by his reaction, I was greatly relieved. Tentatively at first I resumed fucking Mom, then my strokes became longer and harder. If Dad was cool with everything, I was going to take full advantage of it for as long as it lasted. I realized with that thought that Allyson's attitudes had really rubbed off on me. "Shit," Dad said, almost to himself. Then to Mom he said, "Well, I guess it makes sense. Between you and your brothers and me and my sister, I guess it runs in the family." Mom smiled at him and said, "I guess so." Then she reached up and put her hands on my hips, pulling me against her, as she ordered, "Fuck me hard." Again, I was stunned at the latest revelation. To find out that Mom had fucked Uncle Josh and Uncle Steve, or that Dad had fucked Aunt Sally, just made my head swim. I had no idea. Still, Mom's words pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind. I did as I was bid, stroking my cock nearly all the way out before slamming into her with all of my strength, her big firm tits rocking back and forth on her chest. The slapping sounds of my hips against hers filled the room. Mom cried, "Yeah, hard and deep like that!" Her breathing increased, the panting sounds loud in my ear, and she started moaning with pleasure. Through gritted teeth she groaned, "Yeah, that's it! Fuck that pussy!" I did, drilling myself into her for all I was worth. I let some of my weight down, resting my chest on her big soft, but firm, breasts. Her voice was soft but insistent, her hot breath in my ear, as she asked, "You like fucking Mommy's pussy? You like that?" "Yeah," I sighed, working my hips against her, slapping down against hers with my own, driving my rampant prick into her again and again. Her cunt felt like magic, wrapped around the entire length of my cock like velvet with no bending like it was made for me to fuck. Her panting grew in intensity as she urged me on saying, "Fuck me good, Sweetheart. Fuck me with that big cock. Oh god. You are suck a big boy now, aren't you?" "Yeah," I agreed. After hearing about it, and now seeing Dad's cock for myself, I knew for sure that mine was a bit bigger than his. "You are going to make Mommy come," she warned me. "I want you to come all over my cock," I told her, my lips close to her ears. I knew Dad could hear me, the room silent but for the sounds we made. As she came, gripping me tight with her arms and legs, she groaned, "Take your Mommy's cum, Honey!" She was strong but I was stronger. I was too strong for her to restrain as I continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Her fuck-juices coated my cock, adding an extra wet sloshing sound on top of the slapping sounds of sex. I kept on fucking her hard and fast as she came, driving her higher and higher until, finally, her breathing slowed. I slowed my fucking in response and looked at her. She was my mother but she was also a damn sexy woman. This was so taboo, so wrong, that I never wanted it to end. She smiled at me and with a sigh whispered, "You're my sweet mother fucker now aren't you? Roll over," she whispered to me as she pushed me over onto my back and straddled me. Though I was much stronger and heavier than her, I let her push me onto my back so she could ride my cock. It was my favorite position, her tits in my face. I let my hands fall naturally to her ass as I took one of her nipples between my lips and sucked strongly at it, pulling the hard little bud deep in my mouth. "Oh shit," she sighed as she sat back against my hips, swallowing my long thick cock deep inside of her. The lips of her pussy nestled into my pubic hair as she pressed her entire weight down on me. She wasn't heavy at all, though. She was slim and sexy, her tits the only thing big about her. "You like that, Mom?" I asked her as she sat up straight to press her weight more fully down around my dick. I rolled her nipples between my fingers. "Oh, Son, your fucking cock is so perfect," she groaned. "It's so deep like that." She rocked her hips back and forth, driving an inch of my dick in and out of her, just churning my cock inside the cauldron of her cunt. I was in heaven as she ground the sleeve that was her fuck-hole along the entire length of my sensitive rod. It felt wonderful. Suddenly, Dad was there beside me, standing just a foot away from my shoulder. He had taken his robe off, so he was completely nude, his rampant prick red with excitement. As he took Mom's head in his hands, his fingers lacing into her short hair, he pulled her mouth onto his cock as he said, "Suck my fucking dick!" Mom didn't protest as she took his cock into her mouth. It was pretty fucking surreal as I watched her drag her lips up and down his shaft. She began rising and falling against my hips in time to her stroking his dick with her mouth. It felt better than the grinding anyway. Dad sighed and said, "That's it! Suck that cock!" Mom cupped his balls in her hand as she stroked her lips strongly along his prick, swallowing it to the base, just as she had done to me earlier. Every stroke included a stroke of my cock in and out of her cunt. She rocked back and forth, working us in unison better than any pornstar I had ever seen. I dropped my hands to her hips as Dad reached down and fondled one of her big breasts, his other hand still behind her head. He didn't really need to guide or force her face on and off his cock, but he did it anyway. I figured it was a control thing. Dad gripped her head with his hand and pulled her head back by the hair. He bent down and kissed her before hissing, "I know what you fucking want!" Mom replied, "Then why don't you give it to me already?" Dad sneered at her, a look I had never seen on his face before. Then he pushed her head down causing her to lean forward on top of me. He stepped around us and knelt behind her, between my legs as well. I was startled. I knew what he was about to do; at least I thought I did. And I didn't know if I was ready to experience something like that. At the same time I knew that, ready or not, short of pushing them off me, it was about to happen. Sure enough, Mom stopped fucking me, lodging my cock deep inside of her, as Dad moved in. I could instantly feel the pressure on the underside of my prick at the base as he stretched her asshole, entering her, and thereby making her cunt tighter. The membrane separating our cocks was very thin, so I could feel the head popping into her ass and then, after only a moment, him begin stroking himself inside of her, fucking her ass deeper and deeper until he was nearly as deep as I was. The slapping sounds of his hips against her ass told me that he wasn't able to go any deeper. I watched all of this happen above me, from Mom's initial wincing at the pain of Dad entering her ass, to the relaxation once it was inside, and, finally, to the elation at the pleasure she felt as he began fucking her ass deeper and deeper. Over her shoulder Dad held a sneer of lust as he fucked his wife's ass. There they were, my parents right above me, fucking each other. Thing was, not only were they above me fucking each other, but my hard cock was being stroked inside of Mom's now-very-tight cunt by the virtue of Dad rocking her body forward and back. Mom looked down at me and caressed my cheek. She said, "Come on, Joe. Fuck me with that big cock. That's my sweet boy." I did, tilting my hips up and down, fucking up into her, sometimes in time with Dad and sometimes opposite of him. We were both filling Mom's holes and it felt wonderful. I admit that it was a little overwhelming but the sheer taboo and nastiness of it was thrilling. "Oh God," Mom groaned. "This is what I need. It's been so long!" Dad chuckled, slowing only slightly in his fucking of her asshole. "What, something like ten years? Not since Trevor Jenkins." Mom nodded. "Exactly," she confirmed talking to him over her shoulder. The news was almost lost on me that Karen had been right. They had been swingers a long time ago. Why they had stopped I could only speculate was because of us kids. We had gotten old enough to ask questions and they had put a stop to it. Now that we were adults, it was a different story. Very different in fact since having three adult horny kids to fuck would obviate their need for swinging outside of the family. "Oh, that's good," Mom cooed as Dad continued to fuck her ass. For my part I continued to fuck up into her, though not with as much speed as Dad was able to muster, unhindered by Mom lying on top of him. I returned to sucking at her nipples, which were now back in my face. I let my hands trail up to her waist, giving Dad the ass. I wasn't so homophobic that I worried about touching Dad's hand, but we weren't going to be deliberately holding hands either. I hunched up into her again and again as hard and fast as I could. "Yeah," Mom urged, "Fuck my pussy and my ass! Fuck me good!" Dad didn't slow down, fucking in and out of her ass at double the speed that I could. I had just come on Mom's tits a few minutes earlier so I knew why I wasn't going to come anytime soon, but I wondered about Dad. In what Allyson had told me, he hadn't lasted long during the blowjob. Dad moaned, "Oh, Sweetheart, it's so good." Mom was rocking back against us as best she could, getting all of the pleasure from our cocks that she was able, driving herself higher and higher. She groaned, "Oh yeah, that's my boys!" Then her panting became louder and stronger. I cupped her tits in my hands as Dad held onto her ass. We had finally found our rhythm and we were both fucking up into her at the same time. Surging into her like the sea upon the shore, two cocks filling her completely and then leaving her empty over and over. I loved the feeling of power over Mom that gave us as well as the camaraderie I now shared with Dad as we drove her to orgasm. She nearly shouted, "Fuck yeah! Oh god! Yeah, right fucking there! Fuck it! That's it!" Then, unable to speak, she grunted and groaned coming on my cock. She set her whole weight down on my hips, pinning me deep inside of her as she ground out her orgasm. Dad lodged himself deep inside her ass and held himself there, recognizing that she was coming. Mom swished her hips, grinding our cocks inside of her as she held her breath for several seconds and then, all at once, she exhaled and completely relaxed. Her orgasm had finally crashed inside of her and left her breathing normally. "Wow," she whispered without her lips moving. No, Mom hadn't said that. All three of us turned and looked at the doorway to find Allyson and Karen standing well inside the room, watching us. Both wore their robes and both had their robes open. Allyson had her left hand on her small left breast, gently rolling the hard nipple while her right hand was vigorously working in circles on her little pussy. Karen, on the other hand, had her left hand over her mouth and her right covered her mound, though her middle finger was missing, presumably pressed deep inside of herself, the flexing muscles on the back of her hand indicating that the finger was getting a workout within her yearning cunt. Karen's voice sounded a lot like Mom's so, I surmised, it must have been her that we had heard. Before anyone else could say anything, Allyson stripped off her robe, revealing her young thin sexy body and said, "You guys forgot to invite us to the family meeting!" She boldly approached the bed. Karen nodded, pulled off her own robe, pointed at Mom, and said, "Yeah, I'll have what she's having!" We, all five of us, shared a good laugh at that. What followed was the first big orgy our family shared. See, we all loved each other and with everything out in the open for the first time, we all felt free to express ourselves verbally as well as physically. It was very true that we were all very horny but it was also true that we cared deeply about each other. For me, I trusted nobody else in the whole world. For Dad, though he had always lusted after his daughters, he also loved all of us dearly. Mom, whatever her physical needs were, would always love her family. Karen had been on the outside looking in for so long that she felt like she was finally home. Last but not least was Allyson. She was super horny, of course, but we all knew she loved us deeply. We all loved her right back. Though she was the youngest, in a weird way, she was the one that kept us all so close The orgy itself was a tremendous time of discovery for us. While Karen joined Dad and me, Mom and Allyson got to know each other. After a brief conversation about Dad, they laid side-by-side with their heads between each other's slender thighs. They lay like that for a long time, just eating each other's pussy, slurping noisily, and bringing each other to moaning orgasms over and over again. Meanwhile, Dad and I took care of Karen, bringing her to multiple orgasms. Lying back on top of me, my long hard cock stroking deep up her ass, she moaned with pleasure as Dad vigorously fucked her pussy. The double penetration made her pussy and ass very tight for us. We tried to prevent ourselves coming, Dad and I, because we would both be out of operation for a while if we did. Finally though, unable to hold out any longer, I heard Dad grunting and I knew he was filling his oldest daughter's cunt with cum. I could even feel her ass tighten around my prick as his cock, just on the other side of that thin membrane, expanded before blasting his hot jism against the back of her cunt. As Dad got up and wandered off to the bathroom, Mom and Allyson joined Karen and me. With Karen still on top of me, her ass wrapped tightly around my engorged member, Allyson sat on my face, looking down at me with that little twinkle in her eyes. I immediately responded, eating her sweet pussy, as I felt Mom's lips on my balls. Karen slowly rose and fell atop me, fucking me with her ass until, finally, the pleasure and stimulation was too much for me and I came, filling her ass with my hot cum. I groaned and moaned up into Allyson's crotch as her ass stroked the cum from my rod. After joining Dad in the bathroom, once we both had cleaned up, and chatted a bit about the recent turn of events, we were greeted with the sight of my mother and both of my sisters involved in a daisy chain on the bed. With everyone lying on their left side, Mom ate Karen's pussy, Karen ate Allyson's pussy, and Allyson ate Mom's pussy. A hotter sight I cannot remember ever seeing, but the sound was tremendous, lots of sloppy slurping sounds mixed with feminine moans and groans of pleasure. We just watched for a while, Dad and I. We sat on the little chairs in the corner and stroked our flaccid but very slowly re-hardening cocks. It was like our own special porn that we were sharing. Finally, when my cock was completely hard and I was ready to break their chain, Dad looked at me and asked, "Joe, can I trust you to look out for your sisters?" My Sexy Family Ch. 04 "Of course," I replied with a smile. "Good," he said. "It looks like Allyson is going to need some cock very soon and you recover faster than I." I told him with a chuckle, "Dad, don't worry about me carrying my share of the load in this family. It's my pleasure!"