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The Family Tree

By: Ahabscribe



Here is another earlier effort of mine that was on another website, now just a dim, but fond memory. It is completely overhauled as new characters stepped forward and presented themselves. I hope you enjoy it -- it was fun to visit this one again. However, I must apologize up front for the deplorable pun near the end of the story -- when I rewrote it, I changed the family name from McGee to McCoy for no real reason and it was not until the moment presented itself that I committed the sin of punning. As always, I look forward to your comments and criticisms -- please take the time to offer me input, it is invaluable.

Oh yes, this is a work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters exist only in the story and in my head. Enough already -- read and enjoy!

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A few years back, my younger sister, Pam caught the genealogy bug and began researching our family tree. It became a tradition at family get-togethers for Pam to regale us with her latest discoveries. Tracing back our family tree became a passion with her and she very diligently researched our past whenever she had a spare moment from taking care of her husband and their children.

It intrigued me as well, although not on the same level as it did Pam. I did help her out when I could, often accompanying my sister to various courthouses and cemeteries as she ran down facts and clues about our family. It was fun to help my younger sister out. Growing up, we'd had all the usual disagreements and conflicts between siblings and being three years older than her, I ran with a different crowd. In helping her with her research, I got to finally start knowing my sister as a person. I began to realize how smart and funny and personable my sister was. I enjoyed our time together and finally it hit me one day, we were more than brother and sister -- we had become good friends.

Pam's great moment of triumph came when she announced she had traced our family back to the mid 1870s to a married couple named Sean and Mary McCoy. She found a pre-Ellis Island record that indicated that they had journeyed to America on an old steamship called the Athena around 1874 and that they had come from Ireland, hailing from a small village in County Kildare near the city of Lendip.

Later that same year, Pam would turn thirty-seven and for her birthday, I conspired with her husband to surprise her with plane tickets to Ireland for a week's worth of further genealogical research. My sister cried like a baby and then hugged me. We planned the trip to coincide with her summer vacation at her job and for her husband to accompany her and make it a second honeymoon.

As luck would have it however, her husband, a public accountant, had to spend that week at a new tax seminar and couldn't go. At the last minute, Pam begged me to go with her on the trip so she wouldn't be alone. At forty years old, I had been divorced for three years and with no children and had over a month of vacation time built up. I hadn't had a real vacation in years and it sounded like fun. A few phone calls and we were able to book a second hotel room and get things sorted out. Our mom happily volunteered to watch Pam's kids (we all knew darn well that Grandma McCoy was going to spoil them rotten).

The first few days were a lot of fun as we toured our ancestral homeland and laughed and cut up across Ireland. I took great pleasure getting to know my sister even better and enjoyed having her on my arm as we took in the sites. I marveled secretly that my little sister had grown up into such a vibrant, funny and I'll be honest, beautiful woman. 

Pam was rather short at five feet, one inch and a bit stocky, all boobs and butt as I've heard her joke more than once. Pam does have nice and sizable breasts and I have caught myself staring at them more than once, especially as she favors sweaters and blouses that are deep cut and a bit revealing. Seeing the upper halves of my sister's breasts jiggling as she strides along are not uncommon. It made me feel a little weird thinking of my little sister in sexual terms, but I would dismiss the thoughts from my mind and go on -- until they cropped up in my imagination again. 

Pam's most eagerly awaited moment of the trip was her appointment with the local village priest who was going to help us look for some records on our ancestors. The father turned out to be a very old priest who insisted on being called Father Donald. We watched with interest as he went back through the parish church's records.

Finally, after perusing many pages of his documents, he gave a hurumph of satisfaction and told us, "Now here we finally have it. A Sean McCoy, born 1854, and Mary McCoy, born 1856. There is even a notation that Sean and Mary left for America in late 1873."

Pam squealed with joy as Father Donald showed us the spidery scrawl of a long dead priest who had kept the records so long ago. Pam, ever inquisitive, asked Father Donald, "Is there any mention of Mary's maiden name? I've never seen a reference to it." 

The old priest looked at her oddly and said, "Dear lady, her maiden name is McCoy, just like her brother, both born to James and Deirdre McCoy."

Pam's expression was one of confusion and she replied, "No, no, no. Sean was married to Mary and they traveled to New York City where Mary gave birth to our great, great, great grandfather in 1874. They weren't brother and sister, they were husband and wife."

The priest studied my sister for a long minute before replying in a tone that implied he did not make such mistakes. "My lady, there is no confusion in these records. The Sean and Mary McCoy that departed from County Kildare in late 1853 were brother and sister. Are you sure that you found the right girl in your research? Perhaps you have been tracking the wrong McCoys."

Pam nodded vigorously and pulled a copy of a document she had found on their entry into the United States. The paperwork indicated that both were from County Kildare, Ireland, the birthdates matched up down the day of the month and there was check in the box indicating that they were married. "See, they came over together on the Athena -- a married couple, not brother and sister."

Father Donald sighed and said, "Ms. McCoy. I'm not doubting your research, but I am suggesting you consider the facts. Sean and Mary were brother and sister."

Pam was getting a little riled and I squeezed her shoulder to offer support as she said with a little heat in her voice. "But that's ridiculous! They were married and had a baby together and three more children over the years! They couldn't be brother and sister -- that would be..." Pam stopped speaking and covered her mouth. She turned and looked at me in horror before turning back to stare wordlessly at Father Donald. It took a moment for the reality of it to kick in with me as well. 

Father Donald sighed and reached out and took my sister's hand. "Think nothing of it, lass. That sort of thing happens now and again. It has gone on since the beginning of time, I'm thinking, and still goes on today."

"But that means my whole family began with -- with..." She couldn't finish her sentence. My sister reached out to squeeze my hand.

"Incest?" finished Father Donald. "Well, it happens, Ms. McCoy and probably between more brothers and sisters than any of us expect -- God forgive them." He smiled at Pam again, "But I'm sure the good Lord will pardon me if I say, if'n your ancestors Sean and Mary did commit the deed and the worse thing is that they're the roots of your family -- well, that cannot be too terrible a thing can it? The worse thing you can say is that your family was created out of love and in the Lord's eyes, I cannot believe that he would find too much wrong with that."

Pam struggled to reply, but couldn't find the words. Father Donald pulled out a notepad and writing something down, saying, "Well, if you want to seek more proof, I suggest you visit old Brian McCoy. He would be one of your cousins, several times removed, I'm sure -- the son of one of Sean's and Mary's brothers." He passed Pam the note and continued, "Here are directions to his farm. He's not a bad sort, a little crotchety in his old age -- being I believe ninety-one years old now." Father Donald grinned and said, "Not a young pup like me -- I'm seventy-nine myself."

We thanked him for his help and kind words and wondered out of the parish church in something akin to shock. Pam took it harder than me as we walked back towards our hotel. "Sean and Mary were brother and sister?" she said over and over, more to herself than to me, almost as if she were trying to convince herself of it.

"I think Father Donald was right, Sis," I started. "From everything you've found out about them, it sounds like they had a good life and if they hadn't been committing inc..." I stumbled over the word. "If they hadn't been lovers, we wouldn't be standing here now." I reached out and took her hand. I tried to come up with more comforting words, but had to settle for hugging her when she hurried into my arms. Sometimes a pair of friendly arms around you can do so much more than any words.

We were standing on an old stone bridge spanning a large stream and if I had been with another woman I would have thought it a romantic place and a romantic moment, but of course, this was my sister in my arms, snuffling against my sweatshirt. 

Still -- feeling my sister's very shapely body pressed against mine had me responding as a man. I was quite aware of her full breasts flattening and spreading out against my lower chest. I even fancied I could feel her nipples pressing through the fabric of her bra, although I am sure it was just my imagination. I felt my penis begin to harden, sliding down my trouser leg, seeking space. I shivered as I felt her thigh against mine, but didn't move even though I was aware that she might soon feel my arousal.

I felt her shiver suddenly and pull back, wiping her eyes and laughing embarrassedly. "Thank you, Jake," she said. "I'm glad you're with me. David would just find this all horribly funny and I couldn't take that right now."

"My pleasure, little sister," I replied. And indeed it was -- I hoped I wasn't blushing and I hoped my erection wasn't too evident. Then, Pam caught me off guard by stepping up to me again and going up on tip-toe, kissing me on the corner of my mouth. As she did, her thigh pressed against the bulge in my pants and so the thrill that shot through me was in part from the touch of my sister's lips and from realizing that she could feel my hardened cock. 

When she stepped back again, my sister looked at me a little oddly and then said, "Sorry, big brother. I hope I haven't embarrassed you." 

I laughed and shook my head and then taking Pam's hand, led her on across the bridge. "Hey, not at all." I quickly changed the subject. "What say we find some lunch and then go find our cousin Brian?"

Pam agreed to this and so we lunched at a pub near the hotel, not saying much. Pam's mind, I'm sure was busy mulling over this morning's revelations. I was mulling over my sudden sexual reactions to my sister. This was something that was both shocking to me and incredible thrilling. As we quietly ate, I confess that a series of fantasies rolled through my mind. Images of my sister naked, kneeling before me burned themselves into my brain as I speculated on what Pam looked like naked. What shape were her nipples? Was my sister's pussy hairy, trimmed, or shaved? What would she be like in bed, submissive or a sexual tiger?

Every so often, Pam would look up from her food or turn her gaze from the view from the nearby window and smile at me, sending me further into my newly acquired fantasies. It took a while to bring them under control, but finally while she went to the restroom and I inquired about directions to Brian McCoy's farm, I was able to shake my naughty thoughts off and will my hard-on to shrink away.

Driving on the wrong side of the road helped keep my mind off my sister as we drove through the Kildare countryside, marveling at its beauty. Our directions were good and I only got us turned around once before we pulled into a driveway that ended at a modern looking house. Pam sort of pouted as she looked at the house then she laughed, "I think I was expecting the little cottage that John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara had in "The Quiet Man."

We climbed out of the car and from a shed nearby emerged an elderly fellow who did look like he had been in the cast of "The Quiet Man." Not much shorter than my own five foot, ten inches, he was somewhere between eighty and a million years old, gray hair sticking out from under his cap and smoking a pipe. He had thick glasses on and used a cane, but came quickly up through the tromped down grass path that led back to his house, calling out in a reedy voice, "Good day to ya. What brings you fair folk out to visit an old man? Are you lost?"

He approached us and then stopped and stared at us for a moment. "Well, I don't believe we met, but I'll bet my farm that you're both McCoys -- ye got the look about ya, sure enough."

Pam looked at me, her eyebrows raised and after we both closed our dropped jaws, I said, "I'm Jake McCoy and this is my sister, Pam."

The old man grinned at me and replied, "Americans, are you? Come home to track down the family roots? There's no inheritance for you -- I'm stone broke, ya know."

I opened my mouth to reply, but did not have a clue what to say, but the old man just laughed and said, "I'm just funning with ya, boy. I'm Brian McCoy and glad to meet some lost family." He stepped closer and shook my hand. He took Pam's offered hand and gave it a quick shake and then a kiss.

"Father Donald sent us to talk to you. We've been tracking back our ancestors and he thought you could tell us about Sean and Mary McCoy," said Pam in a subdued voice.

Brian rocked back on his heels and his eyes widened. "Well, I'll be damned. The prodigals return!" He turned and motioned towards the cottage. "Come on, we'll have a cuppa and see what I can tell you. He began walking away, shouting, "Moira! Moria, put on some tea, we have company!"

Moira turned out to be his granddaughter, a woman close to our age and having more than a slight resemblance to Pam physically, the biggest difference being a lovely mane of reddish-orange hair. She welcomed us in as family, and despite looking at Pam a little queerly, she scurried about making us comfortable and fixing us tea and producing some pastries. Once we were settled in, Brian fixed us with a steely gaze and said, "So you be the line of my Da's older brother and sister?"

Pam gasped a little and said, "So it's true? Father Donald is right? Sean and Mary were siblings?"

Brian nodded and said, "Aye -- fell head over heels in love, they did and Uncle Sean got his sister with child. Would've been a scandal I'm sure, but they ran off to America when me Da was about thirteen. No one outside the family ever knew for sure, but I'm sure there were those that speculated about it."

He looked at my sister's crestfallen expression and said, "Now girl, don't take on so. People fall in love all the time -- sometimes it shouldn't have been and sometimes nothing can stop it. Such was the case with Uncle Sean and Aunt Mary. You both look like fine folk -- so I'd think their union was blessed, wouldn't you?"

Pam nodded slowly. "I suppose, its just come as such a surprise. Are you positive? There couldn't be some sort of mixup?"

The old man snorted and turned to his granddaughter and said, "Moira, bring me my book." She smiled at us and left the room. Brian continued, "No mix up, child. My Da told me the story many times. Sean and Mary were always close and scarcely a boy could say a word to Mary or tip his cap and he might face Sean's protective wrath. In truth, Mary never showed a sign that she fancied anyone -- anyone exceptin' Sean. Sean confided in my Da, telling him how he had these feelings for his sister. Told Da that it wasn't lust he was feelin' but love." 

Brian lowered his voice and said, "Da told me he seen them once -- out in the old barn we used to have. Said they were making love in the hay up in the loft." The old man's face softened and he smiled. "Da said they looked like two angels, faces full of love as they had their way with each other. He said, it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen."

Moira returned with a large, leather-bound book, loose leafs of paper sticking out here and there. She sat it on a small table and Brian scooted his chair closer to it and opened it up. "Mary told her mother that she was with child and she lifted her husband's purse and gave Sean and Mary running money. Told them to go to America and live their lives." Brian sighed and said, "Da says his mother got a terrible hidin' for that, but she did not mind. It was for her kids, may the good Lord keep and bless them."

He pulled out a yellowed envelope and from it showed us a letter. "My grandfather told Da to burn anything that Sean and Mary ever sent to them, but Da kept a few letters and such. The first letter he sent home, he sent money to repay what they had took. Da always respected his brother for that. Here, take a look at this." Brian handed the letter to Pam and we read it, me looking over her shoulder.

DA,

JUST A FEW WORDS TO APOLIGIZE FOR LEAVING YOU WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A GOODBYE. MARY AND ME CANNOT STAY -- WE CANNOT LIVE OUR LIVES THERE AS WE WANT AND NEED TO. I KNOW YOU WILL BE ANGRY WITH ME FOR A LONG TIME, BUT WE WANTED YOU TO KNOW WE MADE IT TO AMERICA. IT WAS A ROUGH PASSIGE IN THE BELLY OF THE BOAT AND MARY BEING SICK MUCH OF THE TIME. WE HAVE WOUND UP IN A PLACE CALLED PITTSBURG AND I HAVE FOUND WORK HERE.

MARY IS GOOD AND HAPPY AND WE HAVE A WEE LITTLE ONE. YOU ARE A GRANDFATHER, DA. MARY GAVE BIRTH TO A LOVLY LITTLE GIRL. WE NAMED HER JAMIE, DA. SORT OF AFTER YOU.

PLEASE DON'T BE ANGRY, DA. WE HAD TO LIVE OUR LIVES OUR WAY. IN NOONE ELSE'S ARMS COULD MARY AND ME BE HAPPY. AND WE ARE HAPPY, DA AND IN LOVE. MAYBE IT'S WRONG AND MAYBE IT'S RIGHT. IF I BURN IN HELL FOR THIS, IT WILL BE WORTH IT.

WE WILL WRITE YOU FROM TIME TO TIME AND MAYBE YOU CAN ONE DAY FORGIVE US. WE LOVE YOU, DA. MARY AND I BOTH LOVE YOU AND MA AND THE YOUNGER ONES.

SEAN

The letter was dated from late October in 1874. Pam wiped her eyes and handed the letter back to Brian. "Thank you," she said in a small voice. She reached out and found my hand and squeezed it tight.

Brian accepted the old letter back and tucked it away with great care. Moira leaned in and said, "Show them the picture, Grandpa." She looked up at us and said, "The family never heard a lot from Sean and Mary, but they did send a picture a few years later.

Her grandfather fished through his book and came up with a photograph. He handed it to Pam and she took a look and gasped. I looked over her shoulder and I gasped, saying, "My god, that could be you, Sis. Both of them look like you!"

It was a photograph of Sean and Mary, a little girl sitting on Sean's lap -- maybe three years old and in Mary's arm was an infant, probably not yet a year old. They were in clothes of the period and sitting stiff and formal -- barely a hint of a smile on the adults' face, although the little girl appeared to be on the verge of laughing.. The cause of my amazement was that Mary was a near twin for my sister. The same face with minute differences. The old fashioned clothes barely hinted at them having the same build, but I would have been willing to bet the house on it.

And her daughter -- I remembered what Pam had looked like as a little girl and their Jamie was the spitting image of Pam when she was little. Moira nodded in agreement. "I always thought I looked a wee bit like Mary," she said, "But I near enough fell over when I met you, cousin." 


The Family Tree Ch. 01



Chapter 01: Close Kin

Things are going pretty good for someone in my humdrum situation. I graduated high school in May. I earned a scholarship so I will be able to attend the local university in spite of the fact that I am a member of a rapidly growing club loosely referred to as Single Parents Try Harder. Classes start the first part of September so I can more or less relax until then. On the other hand, things will become less complicated for my mother once I get involved with school activities. 

Let me explain for those of you who might care. Mom has a very limited social life and an even less eventful sex life. That's why today is rather special in our little world. You see, my mom's mysterious friend, Mr. Whenever, is back in town and coming to pay his respects among other things. This unusual name, Mr. Whenever, was given to him by me because my mom and I both know he only comes by to see her when he is horny and wants to fuck one of the best looking women in the county. Mom never objects when I call him that because she knows I am right, but unfortunately she is addicted to whatever he has to offer.

She did wisely see to it that I wasn't around when he showed up because she was afraid I might call him my pet name to his face. My mom is very intuitive when it comes to matters of this nature. Ergo, my solo trip to Aunt Jennifer's house for the day. Aunt Jenny is mom's younger sister by two years, and just as pretty. Unlike Mom who is divorced, Aunt Jenny is very liberated and very single. She jokingly tells her friends that she practices constantly just so she will not be the typical naïve virgin when she does marry. This philosophy has left many a man sexually spent, but exceedingly happy.

I was tooling along minding everybody's business but my own when I realized that I had almost missed the turnoff to Aunt Jen's house. I tried very hard and successfully to brake the car and negotiate a turn into her driveway without squealing the tires or crashing into the curb. In fact, by the time the car cleared the back of the house both driver and machine were demonstrating model motoring skills. I eased to a stop in front of the single car garage, and, in my opinion, alit like a gazelle.

"Danny honey," Aunt Jen squealed with delight at the sight of her favorite and only nephew. "I didn't know you were coming to visit, but I'm so glad you did." Her smile and her beauty were disarming to say the least,

When I looked in the direction of the excitement I immediately knew my perky aunt was telling the truth about my visit being a surprise. She was stretched out on one of the loungers on the patio, and her lovely body was exposed for the entire world to see. She was butt-assed naked, and was making no effort to cover herself. But then, what woman in possession of all this loveliness would want to hide it from the world?

Even though I have led a comparatively active sex life for a man of my age, I could not be considered a "man-of-the-world" just yet, but my penis apparently had no respect for age or discretion. I could feel my cutoffs tightening around my buttocks because of the swelling emerging uncontrollably at my crotch. This was my first time to gaze upon a totally naked adult woman who obviously had no shame. Of course, with a body like hers, what's to be ashamed of?

"Come over here, Danny," she said cheerfully, "and give your Auntie Jen a big kiss." She extended both lovely arms to greet my arrival.

I started toward her cautiously. I just knew my cock, although well shy of Shetland pony caliber, was embarrassingly obvious. Hoping to conceal what any adult male would have considered to be bragging rights, I leaned forward and arched my butt high in the air. I waddled over to where Auntie Jen languished on her chaise lounge longing for her truant lover.

"Come here, baby," she cooed, "and give me a hug. I was so lonely just lying here all alone." What male homo sapien could resist such a request, let alone believe this goddess was lonely?

I inched forward and leaned over farther to kiss my aunt. As I came closer I could smell the fragrance of her body mixed with the perfume of her recent bubble bath. It was intoxicating. Either that or something was making me light-headed. I placed my hands on her bare shoulders and leaned closer.

This nubile vision reached out and gathered a fistful of my T-shirt and pulled me to her. Her unexpected enthusiasm surprised me not to mention caught me off guard. She grunted playfully as my body fell across her chest mashing her big boobs between us.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Jen," I lied as I attempted to rise to my feet. My cock was aching now, and the head was practically peeking out from my waistband.

"I don't believe that for a minute, Sugar." Aunt Jen seldom minced words with anyone even when she was teasing. "If that thing of yours is trying to enter me, my belly button is not the way to go." Her tone was matter-of-fact, but the smile on her face betrayed her intentions. 

I struggled again to rise to my feet, but the practiced hands of Auntie Jen stripped off my T-shirt in the process. I fell back across her naked body only this time we were skin to skin. Her skin was so warm against my chest that my first thought was that she was running a mild fever. That reasoning was definitely a product of my tender years.

She squirmed from side to side massaging my chest with her large breasts as she did so. She must have felt my growing cock pressing against her abdomen. "You're getting to be a big boy, Danny," she uttered in a flattering way. "Can I see it?"

"Bu . . . but Auntie Jen," I sputtered. "You're my aunt!"

"That's what your mother told me," she mused, "and I suppose we'll have to live with that fact for the rest of our lives. However, I used to play with your doodlebug while I bathed you as a kid. It was cute then, but something tells me that beautiful would be more accurate now. The way it feels laying across my belly convinces me of that. Show me. Pleeease."

I hesitate briefly, but then I rationalized. She has shown me all of herself, outside at least. Why should I not do the same? With that settled in my mind, I slowly rose from her body. When I reached for the top button on my cutoffs I discovered her hands were already there. One, two and three buttons and my jeans were sliding down my thighs along with my Jockey briefs. My cock didn't just flop out and look around. It sprang forth and stood proudly at an angle only a young stud could manage.

"Oh my, Danny," she exclaimed. "It is beautiful!" After a brief pause she spoke in a soft, warm tone. "May I touch it? I'll let you touch me too."

Even though her adoration of my manhood did great things for my confidence and ego, I was still as nervous as I have ever been. This would be my first time with a full grown woman, and this was my aunt. I felt her take my hand and place it on one of her breasts and squeeze gently. Then I felt the finger of her other hand move lightly along the length of my shaft. Both actions sent new excitement racing through my body. Being an accomplished masturbationist, I was reasonably certain that ejaculation was near at hand.

"I'm going to mess up, Aunt Jen," I admitted with signs of embarrassment and shame. "I've never done this before with anyone as beautiful as you."

"You couldn't be in better hands, love. Let me up, and I will solve your problem. Okay?" She helped me rise still holding my pecker in her soft, warm hand. Then she jockeyed me to the lounger and motioned for me to stretch out on my back.

I envisioned my body to resemble an atomic submarine definitely in the "up periscope" position. My aunt settled along side of me at my waist and facing my feet. From this vantage point I could see her lovely ass right before my eyes with a view of pubic hair just below her asshole. This was another first for me, but something told me this was just the beginning.

"I'm going to help you come, Danny," she explained as she looked over her shoulder back at me. "Meanwhile you can explore my pussy and my asshole if you like. Why don't you feel it now?" She motioned toward her crotch with a free hand.

Just about the time I mustered up the courage to reach out and touch these newly found wonders, I felt her mouth engulf my cock. The excitement was overwhelming not to mention the fact that my balls seemed to jump up inside my body. I instinctively hunched my midsection causing my cock to thrust deeper into her mouth. She moaned but continued to suck my shaft with vigor. It was then that I realized I had managed to insert two fingers into her pussy. It felt like she was nursing on my fingers with her pussy. I liked it.

Then it happened. Unlike the end results of any masturbation I had ever engineered, I felt my balls begin to jump and simultaneously my entire genitalia joined in with a chorus of spasms and convulsions. I could feel my juices spurting out of my throbbing cock, but I could not observe the sight because my cock was still buried deep in Auntie Jen's mouth. She was sucking now as if my pulsating cock was a gigantic soda straw. My asshole puckered with each demand she made on my cock. I was getting weak. My close kin lover was still sucking me dry.

Once she was satisfied that she had consumed my total offering, she slowly retreated and let my limp dick fall across my balls. Then she turned and kissed me like she had never done before. She pressed her lips against mine and forced her tongue between my teeth and deep into my mouth. My limited experience did not provide me with similar situations to call upon for comparison. My heart was racing and I realized I was sucking back on her tongue when I got the chance. I whole heartedly approved of the ritual, and I definitely wanted her to do it again.

While we were engaged in this passionate embrace, Auntie Jen also gave me instructions on how to play with her breasts, She showed me how wet her pussy was, where her clitoris was, and how swollen our sexual activity had made it. She made me lick my fingers in order to taste her pussy juices, and she reminded me of where her mouth had been before we locked into the passionate embrace.

"Now that we have both discovered how you taste, it is my turn," The look on her face was what I would describe as wicked, but definitely a good wicked.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Not that it mattered. I was ready to walk through fire for this woman.

"Well," she took a deep breath causing her boobs to rise majestically, "I just sucked or ate your cock, right?"

"Right."

"Now I'm going to teach you how to eat my pussy." Then pausing briefly she continued, "figuratively speaking, of course."

"Anything you say, Auntie Jen," I replied with honest enthusiasm.

"I love your attitude, Danny, and one more thing. Anybody that plays with my ass and eats my pussy is not allowed to call me auntie. Understood?"

"Is Jenny okay?" I asked.

"Yes, until we can think of something better. And now, let's make my pussy happy, shall we?"

She moved herself into position at the elevated end of the lounger, and placed a large throw pillow under her butt, Drawing her legs toward her until her knees were approximately even with her eyes, she beckoned for me to crawl between her legs. She parted her vulva and once again gave me the lay of the playing field.

"When you're ready I want you to lick my pussy the full length of the slit until you think I am ready for better things."

"How will I know that?" I asked innocently.

"You'll know," she assured me.

With growing confidence and a lust for learning more about sex, I positioned myself between her legs. I was staring at her soft white upper thighs, her wet patch of pubic hairs, the pink outwardly fragile lips guarding her vagina, and literally above all was her swollen clitoris. I extended my tongue and ran it gingerly along approximately half of her slit. She squirmed a little so I did it again exercising the same caution.

"Lick my pussy, Danny," she said sternly. Then she added, "you are doing the right thing, but you need to approached that feline with more authority. Try again, and don't worry about hurting me."

I had not yet adjusted to the pungent qualities with which I was now confronted, but I didn't care. I was between Jenny's legs, and that is exactly where I wanted to be. I buried my face is the abundance of pubic hair and immediately sought out the playground I desired. This time my tongue was firmer, and I guided it from her asshole all the way to her clitoris. I did this slowly, deliberately and continuously. Jenny's reaction to this new approach was all the encouragement I needed. Her legs were draped over my shoulders now with her heels in the small of my back. This gave her leverage to press her equipment against my face in concert with my attention to her begging pussy. Instantly we began working well together.

My mouth was full of her pussy, and she was becoming very audible with her enjoyment of our encounter. Her responses were ranging randomly from soft moans to guttural admissions of raw delight intermingled with unbridled commentary on the effect my tongue was having on her libido. At the moment, Jenny's commentary was centered around the rapidly advancing arrival of her climax.

I must have missed these last remarks because the next thing I knew she was showering me with her juices. Until now I was unaware that women did this sort of thing. Jenny had her legs literally locked around my neck now, and she tightened her grip with each orgasmic spasm. My initial reaction was one of panic fearing I would be suffocated, but it didn't take me long to adjust and enjoy the ride.



The Family Tree Ch. 02



Jenny and I lay side by side in what I later learned to be the spoon position. We were both extremely pleased with our performance, but the exercise did leave us a little weak in the knees. I was still trying to get accustomed to the new toys I had discovered. I was fondling Jenny's breasts, and stroking and tweaking everything else I could reach. It was apparent that she didn't mind. Her hand was guiding mine to various parts of her exquisite body.

"Danny, you horny little shit," she cried cheerfully, "are you hard again?" She popped to a sitting position and swung her legs off the lounger so she could examine what had suddenly started poking her in the back.

"What did I do, Jenny?" I asked. The last thing I wanted to do was make this woman unhappy,

"Look at you," she cried. "You're as hard as a bone." Then she paused and smiled wickedly. "The marvels of youth,"

"I can't help it," he apologized.

"I certainly hope not. You can wear one of these anytime you are over here, young man." Having said that she took hold of my rigid pecker and pumped it a couple of times. "Want to hide that in my pussy for a while?"

"You bet I do," I cried. "Show me. Please." I was on my knees now, and my cock was protruding from my groin like a knight's lance.

"Don't get upset, Danny, but my boobs and my upper lips need a rest. You've really gotten attached to them, haven't you?"

When I started to apologize again Jenny raised her hand motioning for me to stop. "I enjoyed the attention as much as you did probably. It's no fun for me to sit around and play with myself all day long, but I truly enjoy the way you do it. I can't remember the last time someone ate my pussy as good as you did. We'll have to do that again, and often," she declared. "But, for now," she said wickedly, "we have to do something about that aching hard on and my itchy pussy, right?"

"You bet. I'm ready when you are," I said with eyes sparkling and a smile as broad as all of Texas on my face.

"Let's try this, Danny. I'm going to get up here in front of you on the lounger, and you enter me from behind just as many times as you can before your cannon explodes." She noticed the confused look on my face and decided to explain. "That's your cannon," she said pointing to my erection, "and when you start spurting out all of that white stuff is when your cannon explodes."

"Oh, I see," I said quite seriously. "And what do we say when you do your thing?"

"Just between you and me, lover, let's just say my pot's boiling over."

"Neat!"

Without another word Jenny climbed up on the lounger facing toward the elevated end which positioned her ass and other niceties directly in front of my face. For some mysterious and unexpected reason, I bent over and kissed her tenderly on each cheek of her ass. She looked back and smiled.

"Climb aboard, cowboy."

I rose to my knees and duck walked around to a good vantage point. I was just the right size. My throbbing cock was pointed directly at Jenny's soaked and swollen pussy. An effortless move and I commanded, "Giddy up, horsy." I was deep into Jenny's hot pussy and ready to ride. So was she.

I rocked forward, and with practiced timing she pushed back into my advance. That worked so well that I did it again and again getting better and more aroused with each stroke.

"You're going to be one hell of a lover before long, honey. You've got good moves, and besides, that's one of the most magnificent cocks I ever seen on a boy your age. No offense." She was beginning to breathe more heavily as her arousal increased, and she started moaning and grunting again. I suddenly realized that her sounds turned me on significantly as well.. I pumped harder hoping she would grunt and groan more often and louder. She did.

Our coupling became more and more intense with each stroke. Jenny was grasping the upright part of the lounger in order to shove harder against my body when I thrust forward. I'm no pro, but I could tell this woman definitely enjoyed fucking, and I was elated that I was able to give her so much pleasure. I certainly hoped I was doing everything the right way because I was giving it every thing I had.

About this time her commentary changed. Replacing the soft moans and groans were much more audible almost animalistic cries of exquisite and unadulterated joy. Jenny was having an orgasm, and it was undoubtedly going to be magnificent. I slammed my body into her buttocks with such force that our bodies meeting made a loud slapping sound. I didn't care. I went faster and harder. I didn't even notice that Jenny was devoting as much enthusiasm and energy from her end of this fuck machine. I was also reaching a climax, and had I been more experienced at this sort of thing I would know without a doubt that it was going to be a world class orgasm.

Suddenly Jenny released the front of the lounger, sat almost erect, and eased her lovely butt down onto my lap. Once she settled in this position she commenced to grind her crotch slowly around my still stiff cock. I could not believe the sensation this maneuver created. 

My climax was an entirely new experience for me. The orgasm Jenny created with her oral application to my cock earlier was excitingly fantastic, but this one came from deep within me. Maybe it originated in the center of my soul. 

I squeezed her around the waist, I cupped her magnificent breasts in my hands, and I tried to crawl inside of her body so she could never leave me. This was my heaven, and I was eager to spend eternity just where I was. 

Her pussy was still milking my mule even after the two earth shattering orgasms we had enjoyed. I was totally disarmed and deliriously content with my day thus far. I eased off my position as rear navigator, and gently settled on my back along side her. She looked over at me wearing one of her beautiful smiles as she leaned forward and kissed me warmly; then passionately before she looked down at my limp tool.

"Had enough?" she teased. "Is that cannon out of bullets?"

"I have to admit that I am feeling a little drained," I confessed, "but I'm ready to do this as long as you, and my cannon, are willing. You can't imagine how much you have changed my life."

"And we're just getting started, young man." She curled her legs under her butt and rose to a sitting position facing me. This sudden motion caused her lovely breasts to jiggle in response. "Tell you what, buster," she chirped, "I'm going to get us some iced tea to cool us off, and to give your cannon time to replenish its load. Don't move,"

Not many people have the opportunity to witness the sight I was granted as she returned to the patio with our tea. Jenny wasn't what you would consider a tall, sleek model-like female, but she was so shapely and proportionately put together that the standards set by others never came to mind. She is 5 feet 3 inches tall with a 36 inch bust line. 

"Want to drink this stuff, or do you want me to pour it on your pecker to stop it from smoking?" She handed me a glass of tea, and perched on the edge of the lounger. This woman was definitely at home in the nude. 

"Thanks," I said and could not believe that I looked down to see if my manhood was smoldering.

We sipped our tea, but it was obvious that we both were more interested in pursuing our sexual yearnings. My arm was casually draped between her legs, and my hand was toying with her pubic hair. We were lying on the lounger hip-to-hip and head-to-toe. This gave her the opportunity to fondle my balls and my rod as we lounged on the patio.

"I think I'm getting some life back into your wonderful muscle, Danny. Can you feel it?"

"I can feel you, and that's all I need to keep my motor running," I said quite honestly. But, realizing she was still thinking along those lines, I became more aggressive with my exploration. My hand traveled down to her slit, and I ran my fingers between the soft folds until I came to her vagina. The door was open so I entered. Her soft moan assured me that she approved. I worked two fingers into her vaginal chute and wiggled them about. More moans along with a grinding hip movement.

Jenny wasn't about to let me have all the fun. She had my cock between two fingers now, and was working the skin back and forth in a very arousing fashion. I couldn't seem to hold my butt still either.

"Did you like eating my pussy earlier, Danny?" Her tone was demure, but it was obvious that her intent was serious.

"It was my first time," I admitted, "but I loved it. Why do you ask?"

"Well, it may have been your first time, buddy," she replied, "but you rang bells and whistles in this old girl that have been fairly silent here lately."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I continued to be honest with my responses.

"Enjoyed it, my ass!" she cried. "You were great, and I want you to do it again. Okay?"

"You bet," I said instantly.

"Only this time I'm going to show you how we can both have our fun at the same time."

"That sounds good. Let's do it."

Jenny rose up on one elbow, and tossing me the pillow off the lounger, she swung her leg over my body placing her pussy directly above my mouth. I put the pillow under my head, and I was ready to eat pussy. It surprised me when she lifted my legs to where she could place her upper arms behind the knee of each leg. My ass was off the lounger slightly, and my cock was standing proud like the legendary flagpole. Jenny had her arms free to do whatever came to mind especially when it came to my crotch. She turned and spoke over her shoulder.

"Bite me!" And with that command she buried my bulging shaft into her mouth. The Angels must have been happy. I could hear them singing.

Naturally, I rejoiced accordingly by burying my face in the fuzzy valley above me. She was wet enough by that time to be on the verge of an orgasm, but that didn't influence my efforts in the least. I lashed out with my tongue as I grabbed a handful of her buttock in each hand.

Jenny was busy at her end as well bobbing up and down relentlessly on my throbbing cock. It was now clearly obvious why she had positioned her arms the way she did at the outset of our coupling. Her hands were busy with my balls and my asshole as our frenzy heightened.

I had found her clitoris by now, and my tongue was driving her deliriously crazy. She was literally pounding her pussy against my face, and I was so engulf in the passion of the moment that I was pounding my face against her crotch in return. I was vaguely aware of her tits slapping against my belly as we reveled in our joy, and I was certain now that at least one, possibly two, of her fingers were deep into my asshole. I had no idea how long I could survive this excruciatingly blissful situation, but at the moment I didn't really care. Besides, I had two fingers exploring her pussy hole while my tongue passionately tortured her clitoris.

Outside of some muffled groans, and a lot of indistinguishable attempts at speech there was no sound coming from our erotic tussle. But all good things much come to an end. I could feel an orgasm building up in my loins while Jenny's actions left little doubt that she was close behind me in her pursuit of sexual climax. Simultaneous combustion aptly describes what transpired next. Guttural commentary mingled with body fluids from both of us brought the curtain down on our initial endeavor of position 69.

It has been said that the trip down is never as rewarding as the climb to the top, but I'm going to disagree despite my youth and low mileage. This was truly a climax I will long remember, and one that I will secretly hope to repeat as often as fortune will allow.

Jenny had rolled off of me, and was lying next to me gasping for breath, and at the same time, praying that her recovery was not too fast. She was hard pressed to remember the last time she had enjoyed a grand finale such as the one that just took place, She was unquestionably a woman of the world, so how could this young warrior bring her to levels of passion with which she was unfamiliar. She was totally exhausted, but she could not help but to wish for more.



The Family Tree Ch. 03



Home Almost Alone, Part 1

Jenny, aka Aunt Jenny, had opened many doors to the world of sex and fun for me in the past month, but it was still nice to occasionally get away and regroup. I was all set to do exactly that this weekend. After all, Mom was showing some property out West, and her venture would take the entire weekend. Christi went to visit with one of her college chums in another State so that left me with this entire empty big house.

In celebration of this freedom, I had remained naked after my morning shower. One of my unpublished fantasies was to be able to go anywhere I desired without getting dressed to do so. One of my dreams found me strolling down a busy thoroughfare totally nude, and everyone else in my dream was also naked. I don’t recall much about the bare men on the street, but I vividly recall the variety of bare-assed broads strolling passed me as if it was absolutely normal to go about clad as nature had originally intended. 

There were shapely young nudes, older women showing signs of their loss to the gravitational pull of Mother Earth, short fact women with jiggling tits and buttocks, and an array of specimen in every shape imaginable. I recall I would always develop an erection during one of these episodes, and today was no exception. My pecker swelled bit by bit as the procession in my mind paraded by me. A totally naked woman, regardless of her charms and features, has always had that effect on me. 

And then there is always the possibility that this dream world can be shattered by the slightest intrusion. For example, my sister’s bedroom door could suddenly open, and she could step into the hall wearing not much more than I was.

“Eeeeeeek,” she squealed and instinctively crossed her arms over her breasts. It seemed strange when you consider she was wearing a bra and panties. Skimpy but well intended, I’m sure.

“Holy shit,” was my manly reaction to the incident. “I thought you were off playing kissey-face with your boyfriend or somebody. What are you doing here?” I was so surprised by her presence that I completely forgot that I was standing in the hall in front of my sister butt-assed naked and sporting a dwindling hard on.

She quickly regained her composure, and could not help but to giggle at the situation. “Find much use for that thing?” she asked indicating my shrinking penis.

Realizing the predicament I was in, I instinctively slapped both hands over my manhood. When Christi laughed at my futile attempt to retain my dignity, she forgot about her exposure and covered her mouth when she laughed. That’s when I realized that my big sister was probably as well endowed as was our mother. The cups of her bra were definitely challenged.

Christi saw my embarrassment, and couldn’t stand to see her baby brother squirm in agony. She reached inside her bedroom door and came back with a bath towel. “Here,” she said casually. “Pity.”

“Thanks,” I said politely as I wrapped the towel around my mid-section. And, on reflection, “Pity what?”

“It’s a pity you feel it is necessary to cover up such a tool. From the quick glance I got, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of, Mister.”

“I reckon I should say thank you, but I’m not used to this Christi yet,” I said in all honesty. “It’s not often that you even bother to give me the time of day – especially since you went off to college.”

“You may be right, Bro, and if you are, I apologize. Besides, I’ve been hearing some pretty remarkable stories about you.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what and from who? I asked.

“I’m sure you know that Aunt Jen and I communicate quite a bit by e-mail, don’t you?” 

“So?” he countered, but the hairs on the back of his neck began to bristle. Were they talking about what he thought they might be talking about?

“So,” Christi continues, “she tells me you are getting pretty good with your weapon not to mention your tongue.” Christi eyed her brother with a wicked expression on her face and sparkles in her eyes. “Well?”

“You’re just saying that. Besides, Jenny is my aunt, and we wouldn’t be acting like that.”

“Oh, really?” Christi was beginning to enjoy herself. “She didn’t teach you how to eat pussy? What does 69 mean to you now? Do you like the way she sucks your cock?”

Danny was overwhelmed at his sister’s knowledge of what he and Jenny had been doing. She knew too much just to be simply guessing.

“She told you all that, did she?” Danny sighed. “What else did she tell you?”

“Well,” she paused for a moment, “she told me that if I didn’t believe that you and she had been playing around, I should ask you to show me how you make love to a woman.” Christi’s cheeks were turning bright pink now, and she never had bothered to shield her breast again with her arms. Furthermore, she wasn’t aware that her nipples were becoming so hard and swollen just by thinking where her conversation might be leading that they pushed against her flimsy bra begging for freedom.

Danny’s recently enlightened powers of observation had taught him to notice signs of this nature. He knew his big sister was either getting very uncomfortable with the course of events, or she was giving serious consideration to what her liberated aunt had suggested and was getting hotter than Hell just thinking about the possibilities. “So,” Danny prodded, “are you going to take Jenny’s advice, or are you going to wonder what you missed the rest of your life.”

“Alright, Smart-ass,” she huffed. “If you must know, I didn’t take the trip I had planned just so I could come home and do like Aunt Jen said.” Her face was really flushed now, but she didn’t stop. “Now are you happy?”

“I think I am going to be,” Danny said softly as he loosened the bath towel from his waist and let it fall to the hall floor.

Christi gazed as his cock slowly hardened. She squeezed her thighs tightly together for fear that the moisture gathering on her crotch would not be visible. Tiny beads of sweat were forming on her upper lip so she absently mindedly wiped the area with the back of her hand without moving her focus from her brother’s cock growing more and more as they talked.

“Want me to remove those for you?” he asked gesturing toward her undergarments.

“I’m not sure this is what I want to do,” Christi admitted with a slight tremble in her voice. All the while she was slowly sliding her bra straps off her shoulders.

Danny stepped around behind her and unhooked her halter. As the bra fell to the ground, he stooped and peeled off her panties as he went. 

Christi made sure her legs were far enough apart to provide passage for the flimsy garment.

While standing behind her Danny reached around and cupped a firm breast in each had. She gasped at his touch. Sometime in the process she had spread her legs a little farther apart as though she was intentionally making room for his cock to spring up between them. It did just that, and this time Christi gasped again and uttered a moan that left no doubt she approved of what was transpiring.

Danny softly kneaded her young breasts as he slowly moved his rigid shaft back and forth on her exposed pussy. He was pleasantly surprised when she reached between his legs and massaged the head of his cock with the tips of her fingers. He involuntarily squeezed a little harder, and stroke with increased authority.

Christi was becoming much more audible now, and she was grinding her buttocks against Danny’s crotch. She could feel his rod getting harder and harder which made her grind with more vigor as they swayed in the hallway.

“Want to do what Jenny and I do?” he asked in a soft whisper at her ear.

“Oh, yes, Danny,” she panted. “Everything.”

“Turn around,” he whispered in the same soft voice. “Turn around and kneel down.”

She obeyed his request like an obedient child. Once she was on her knees, she knew exactly what to do. She kissed the head of my dick a couple of times before enveloping it with her mouth. Jenny could not have done it better.

I’ll be the first to admit that I am a newcomer when it comes to the world of sexual antics, and I am a rookie at all the techniques involved, but I couldn’t help thinking that my sheltered sister certainly knew her way around when it came to polishing a guy’s knob. It was certainly a matter I would be anxious to explore further at another time, but I wouldn’t interrupt her demonstration at this particular point for anything in the world. I held her on either side of the head, and let her do as she pleased. Especially since what she was doing definitely pleased me as well.

I was gradually but absolutely becoming familiar with the symptoms of an impending orgasm. Christi’s rhythmic bobbing of the head and fervent attention to my throbbing cock was beginning to change. Her rhythm was losing out to more forceful lunges driving my grateful cock deep into her throat. She was squeezing the base of my shaft more desperately, and she was moaning as though she was her own cheering squad urging her to victory.

It would be almost impossible for me to single out a single deciding factor contributing to my world class orgasm, and at this precise moment it made no difference at all. I could feel my cock bucking hard against the inside of her mouth and the entrance to her throat. I could visualize my sperm splashing within her confinement, and marveled at her capacity. Then she coughed, and yanked her mouth off of my erupting volcano.

“My God, Danny,” she sputtered, “how long have you been saving up for this event. I thought Aunt Jen would have you under control by now.”

“Or it could be, Christi,” I mused, “that you did such a fantastic job of inciting my climax that my body responded with maximum performance.” My words brought a smile to her face. She looked up from her kneeling position still holding my cock in her hand. She was massaging and pumping it slowly and lovingly, but with respectable force from her hand.

I offered her my hand, and she rose gracefully displaying her young beauty as she did so. I ushered her into her bedroom since it was the closest, and I retrieved the bath towel I had lost earlier. We paused at the edge of her bed, and I took the opportunity to wipe clean the evidence of my oral engagement.

“Want to see what you taste like?” she asked, and before I could reply she tip-toed and covered my mouth with hers. The kiss was passionate and long, but our tongues were responsible for most of the action. 

I was much more moved by the embrace than I was by the taste of my manhood. The taste was not repulsive nor was it something to get all excited about. I don’t for a minute suggest that I was not moved by our engagement; in fact, I’m already looking forward to our next encounter.

“I want to eat your pussy now, Christi,” I said softly but very seriously.

She smiled and silently took me by the hand and led me over to the overstuffed chair in the corner of her bedroom. Once there, she turned to face me and took both of my hands to prevent her from flopping in the chair. I lowered her gently until she seemed to be comfortable. She immediately swung a shapely leg over each arm of the chair exposing her valley as much as possible or so it seemed.

I kneeled in front of her looking up over her valley, through the pubic forest, across the flatness of her belly and abdomen, and over her ample bosom to her sweet, flushed face. I leaned forward to where I could make contact with her inviting breasts and leisurely sampled the sweetness of her fruits. I took a nipple at a time. And as I sucked on it and toyed with the nub with my tongue, I squeezed her titty making it form a pedestal for the nipple. While I was busy with the nipples, she was pressing her snatch up against my midsection and grinding it against my skin. There was excitement in her action for both of us.

Although her heavy breathing and moaning was assuring me I was doing the right things, it wasn’t long until she placed her hands on the top of my head and gently guided me down to the valley. There was no resistance on my part. I could feel her pussy against my belly, and she was sopping wet with arousal. She was ripe, and she needed to be eaten.



The Family Tree Ch. 04



I came to rest sitting on my heels. My butt rested on my calves and my heels, and my hands rested on her lovely warm, soft inner thighs. For fear that I would appear to be over anxious (and I was), I moved from one side to the other kissing the lovely white flesh of her inner thighs. I would kiss gently, and then I would trail my tongue along her thigh until I reach my next point of embrace. This evidently met with her approval because of the way she reacted to my touch. 

Twisting her butt on the chair cushion, and then raising her crotch upward as if trying to get her pussy in position for my mouth was a terrific stimulus in itself, but I managed to continue with my game plan and shower her inner thighs with warm wet kisses. I considered her whimpering and moaning as mixed emotions in response to my seduction techniques. Then I broaden my interests to her groin and the soft white flesh of her belly. I trailed my firm tongue up and down her groin areas traveling all the way to the region known as the taint. I also explored the patch of pubic hair above her pussy with my tongue. When I got to this area I realized her hands were on my head now, and they were encouraging me to move my lips and my tongue to her pussy. She was gentle with her action, but her objective was unmistakable. 

I raised my head briefly to survey my playground, and I couldn’t help but notice her pussy lips were positively showing evidence of an impending orgasm. In fact, had my experience been broader I would have realized Christi had already enjoyed a mild climax. It was time to light the fuse and initiate a full scale orgasmic salvo. 

I lowered my head only this time my mouth went directly to her pussy. I pressed gently against her lips and let my tongue toy with her slit. Christi was definitely showing signs of extreme arousal by now. The undulating motion of her hips was pressing her pussy firmly against my mouth. I was aroused to a much higher level by now. I had both hands gripping her buttocks and was helping her in her efforts to force my entire head into her vaginal cavity. Suffocation never entered my mind.

I released my grip on her buttocks with one hand, and eased my first two fingers slowly into her pussy. I maintained my gentle approach, but I didn’t stop until my fingers were securely imbedded in that totally saturated hole. Her response to my touch was something to behold, but it paled in comparison to the antics she initiated when I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and began to nibble on that little nub with inspired intensity.

She rammed her crotch hard against my face, and freed her legs from both chair arms with lightening speed. She locked her ankles and pressed her legs against my back for leverage. I was blissfully trapped between what now proved to be powerful thighs, and my face was covered with pussy lips, arousal juices and pubic hairs. To hell with suffocation I thought to myself. If this was to be my fate, so be it. 

Jenny had taught me how to reach her G-spot so I assumed Christi’s would be in the same spot. I turned my hand palm up and curled my fingers so that I could massage the upper wall of her vaginal channel. Sure enough! Christi’s was in the same location. Her accelerated body maneuvers and increased volume with her sensual commentary attested to the fact that she was peaking. Even though it was difficult, she began to form intelligible words expressing her feelings and her wishes.

“Oh Danny,” she gasped. “I’m going to come just any minute now.” Much heavy breathing and moans and groans were mixed in with her dialog, but she managed to get her message across. “I’m going to come, Danny, and I want you to do me a favor. Okay?” She had not once lost cadence with her hip undulation or her leg contractions. 

My mouth was securely latched onto her clitoris, and my fingers were still feverishly massaging her G-spot. Her undulation had evolved into a bucking action. And her leg contractions were more spasmodic than muscular now.

“Danny,” her labored voice said from above his head, “when I say now I want you to stick your social finger as deep into my ass as it will go. Can you do that for me?”

All I could do was nod my pussy drenched face, but I don’t even think that was necessary.

“Danny, oh Danny! Shit! Here it comes,” she was almost screaming. “Ram it to me, baby. Go as deep as you can!”

It was a simple request, so I obliged. Only difference was that I inserted two fingers in her ass and wiggled them around for effect. The added finger must have pleased her immensely.

“Oh God, Danny. Shit fire! Bite my pussy. This is a big one. Hang on.” She was screaming at the top of her voice, but she definitely meant the “hang on” advice. Had I not been locked into heaven by her strong legs, I would undoubtedly have been thrown halfway across the bedroom. Her antics had suddenly become violent in nature. I was fortunate that I came away from that episode with only ringing ears and a wealth of sexual satisfaction. She could have thrown my back out of joint.

My fingers were still implanted in her asshole, and her muscles in that area were still nursing on them. I wiggled my fingers, and she seemed to squeeze harder.

Shortly thereafter Christi relaxed her head lock and let her legs drop to the side. I eased out my fingers, and looked up at her over her still heaving chest.

“You want to fuck me now,” she purred, “don’t you?”

“That was my plan,” I replied. “Any objections?”

“You will be gentle, won’t you?” There was still softness brought on by her recent sexual satisfaction, but I could also detect a note of seriousness as well. She extended both hands for me to help her up from the chair. Her beautiful body rose gracefully, and she continued her forward motion until her nude body was pressed against mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and nudged me playfully with her mound.

All of that oral sex had done wonders for my erection. I was as hard as steel and anxious to press on. “On the bed?” I asked already knowing what the answer would be, or I thought I knew.

“Well, at the bed, anyway.” She broke her embrace and slinked over to the bed. She knelt beside it, and stretched out across the mattress. Looking around at me she asked coyly, “Is this okay?”

I had a perfect view of her lovely ass and the thoroughly soaked and swollen pussy lips that seemed to smile up at me. “That’s great,” I almost choked with excitement.

“Easy now,” she coached as she felt me kneel between her legs. “Don’t hurt me, Danny.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Sis,” I assured her, “but I do mean to do my best to ring your chimes with another fantastic climax.”

“Just be gentle,” she murmured as she spread her legs a little more to allow me access.

I pressed the head of my rigid cock against her swollen vulva, and slowly eased it into her opening. I heard her catch her breath and hold it. I eased in a little deeper, and this time she gasped. I hesitated but there was no way I could stop now. I continued my penetration. Then, totally without warning, my cock bumped into an obstruction. I froze.

“Push, Danny,” she moaned. “Push damn it.”

I was totally confused, but the tone of her voice compelled me to do ask she said. I pushed with a little more authority, and the obstruction gave way. Christi cried out in pain.

“What’s wrong,” I cried in mortal fear.

“You just took my cherry you big meanie,” she said through a weak chuckle. “My little brother just busted my cherry, and I couldn’t be happier.”

“Your cherry?”

“It couldn’t last forever, hotshot. Now let’s get on with those chimes you were going to ring.” Her beaming smile and glow on her face convinced me everything was alright.

I continued my penetration and immediately set a steady rhythm to my assault. It wasn’t long until we were moving like dance partners. She was lifting her ass to meet my thrust, and I was doing my best to drive my joint into her hot box to the fullest. Her vocalizing came into play again now that she had adjusted to my unforced intrusion. The sound of her voice assured me everything was okay. My enthusiasm increased as did the intensity of my stroking.

Then, in spite of her bated breath, she managed to speak.

“Let’s change positions,” she grunted. She raised her upper body by her arms and turned toward me. I stepped back unplugging from her snatch with a popping sound. “Sit,” she ordered, “quickly.”

I did as she instructed sitting on the bed with my manhood standing tall. She quickly straddled my legs and lowered her body onto my flagpole. Four hands took part in guiding my missile to the proper spot. We both smiled broadly as she eased into place.

“Giddy up horsey,” she said as she began her rise and fall on my cock. Her ample tits were flopping to her rhythm, and I could not take my eyes off of them. “Suck my bobbies, Danny,” she pleaded. “I want you to blow my brains out when you come, mister.” She accelerated her humping. I tried to keep up.

I steadied myself by placing my hands on her waist and at the same time tried frantically to capture a flopping tit in my mouth. Occasionally Christi would help out by stuffing a boob in my begging mouth. This madness went on for a while, but then I could tell my orgasm was on the way.

“I’m going to come, Christi,” I grunted.

“No. No,” she said gasping for air. “Let me go first.”

I tried to hold back my climax, and it took everything I had. Then Christi came through. “Here it is,” she yelled. “I think I can hear the chimes, Danny.”

Even in the heat of passion we could not suppress our laughter. 

“Now, Danny,” Christi managed to say. “Give me your cock.”

“Huh?”

She lifted her body off of my sword, and grabbed the slippery tool with her hand and guided it directly into her asshole. Once contact was made, she settled on it until her cheeks rested on my body.

I couldn’t believe what just happened. My cock was all the way in my sister’s ass, and she was twisting and squirming with joy. I had never experience anything similar to this in my life. Her tight ass muscles were gnawing at my root, and my balls were hell-bent for exploding. My first spasm was unbelievable. I grunted; she squealed but kept twisting her ass around on my rod. I shot again and again. Each time she knew I was dumping my semen in her ass. She was elated. I was way beyond that.

I came back to Earth shortly after my last pulsating spurt left my overwhelmed cock. Christi’s ass was still intent on sucking me dry, and I had no desire at all to discourage her intentions. We were both still breathing like we had just swam the English channel in record time, and Christi was still perched astride my hips with the radiant glow of success on her beautiful face. Eventually, I regained my voice. Christi slowly lifted her body off of my vanishing hard on. I helped her ease over and lie beside me.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” she ventured, “and I intend to answer every one of them to the best of my ability, but I need to recuperate a little before I begin.” Her chest was still rising and falling magnificently, her abdomen was taut, and her belly was quivering. “By the way, Bro,” she said with a half-hearted chuckle, “I wasn’t real serious when I said I wanted you to fuck my brains out.” She jabbed him playfully on the upper arm and wrinkled her nose at him.

“Should I apologize?” I asked.

“Hell no,” she exclaimed. “I want you to try it again real soon.”

Postscript: The circle tightens, and Danny is elated with his conquests. The women involved are also totally satisfied with their new ventures. Christi explains her strange behavior in Chapter 5, and a new development in this family unity comes to life. Chapter 6 is also an entertainingly potpourri of sexual exploits. 



The Family Tree Ch. 05



“You have some explaining to do, young lady,” I said in a sober tone.

“Okay, but let me go from start to finish without interruptions. Okay?” she pleaded snuggling up to my shoulder.

“That’s fine. Go.”

“When I was around sixteen,” she began taking a deep breath as though this was going to be quite a yarn, “I started getting these strange but compelling desires that I didn’t understand. I was afraid to go to Mom with my problem for fear I would get a lecture. I was sure my problem was sexual in nature so my second choice was Aunt Jen. We were actually much closer than Mom and me, and we had even been moderately intimate on a couple of occasions.” She paused for a brief moment while rearranging her position next to me and taking another deep breath. 

“Aunt Jen knew what my problem was immediately. She took time to explain to me what a young woman experienced as she matured into womanhood. She told me she and Mom both had gone through the same thing when they were about my age. Then, as always, Aunt Jen assured me she had a solution. She told me one woman could give another woman pleasure almost in the same way a man and woman satisfied each other. I had no idea what she was talking, but this was Aunt Jen. If anyone could help me, she could. One thing led to another and before I left her that day I was very familiar with woman to woman oral sex. I liked it, and I decided that was going to be my specialty when it came to sex.”

“Of course, as time went on I became curious about boys and why their thing got so hard all the time. When I went away to college and no longer had to worry about Mom and such, I got braver. I still did not want to lose my virginity, and I definitely did not want to get pregnant. My roommate came to my rescue. She told me that she had the same fears until her boyfriend convinced her to try oral sex. At that time I didn’t know boys did that. So, she invited me to watch her and her boyfriend perform the ritual that evening. I watched as she gave her boyfriend a blowjob, and then let him eat her pussy. Then she turned around and let him fuck her in the ass. I was shocked, but they were both extremely satisfied. Then my roommate turned to me and asked if I wanted to try. I was terrified. I instantly refused, but the two of them kept after me until I finally gave in. I was in college, and I wanted to be like all the other co-eds.”

“I had already experienced the eating pussy phase, but my roomy convinced me I should let her boyfriend do it to get us both in the mood. I sucked my first cock that night, and I had my pussy eaten for the first time by a member of the opposite sex. The unpleasant part of that evening was when he fucked my ass. A lot of it was due to a lack of experience on both of our parts, and as I learned later, that part of the sexual act just took getting used to.”

“After that, I was determined to fit in so I experimented with lots of guys as well as my roommate on a regular basis. Before long I was crazy about someone eating my pussy, and I found that I could keep my boyfriends content without risking the dreaded pregnancy scene by offering them anal sex. Before I knew it, I was getting to like that part as well. That’s it.”

“But you let me . . .” I stuttered.

“That was different. I wanted you to take my cherry.”

“Do you think I got it all, Sis?” I asked with a crooked smile on my face.

“Danny,” she cried when she looked down at his growing cock. “Don’t you ever get enough?”

“Probably someday,” I mused, “but I just met your pussy, and I like it a lot.”

“That big lizard of yours is pretty nice also,” Christi said almost timidly.

“Well then,” I boldly suggested, “since everybody else fucks you in the ass, I would like to consider your pussy my private stock.”

“That’ll work,” Christi said. “How do you want to do this?”

“You get on top of me. Okay?” I said. “I want to watch you and those big tits as you pound my cock.”

“We’re writing a new book,” Christi said. “Let’s make it read to our liking.”

I stretched out on the bed, and Christi cautiously crawled on top of me just behind my flagpole.

“Like this?” Christi asked.

“Perfect. Now rise up and slide down on this,” I said holding my pulsating cock straight and steady.

She did as she was told, and we both sighed heavily as her ripe pussy slid down my shaft. She rocked back and forth a couple of times and then ground her pussy against the base of my cock.

“Ready?”

“Ride ‘em cowboy,” Christi cried gleefully as she pretended to ride a horse with my cock securely imbedded in her. “Giddy-up,” she yelled as she intensified her movements.

My sister’s enthusiasm caught me off guard for a moment, but I regained my composure quickly and joined in on the role play. “This is a bucking horse,” I grunted and hunched my body up to meet Christi’s onslaught.

“Is that a fact?” Christi grunted through the gasping and heavy breathing. “Feels to me more like a fucking horse.”

I reached out and grasped both of her flopping tits. “Hold on tight, girl, we’re going for a rough ride.”

It had not occurred to me that this was actually only her second experience with a cock in her pussy. Considering she was a rank amateur she was doing marvelously well, but her body had not quite become accustomed to a hot, pulsating hard cock stretching and stroking the wall of her vaginal chute with such passion. She could feel an orgasm building within her body.

I assumed she took the rough ride I mentioned seriously. Her butt was slapping against my thighs almost with a vengeance as she drove her pussy up and down the length of my shaft. I did my best to match her vigor and her rhythm.

Then she froze in her tracks.

“Wh . . . what’s the matter?” I gasped.

“Someone just drove up in the driveway,” she said almost in a whisper. Then nature took charge. Her pussy continued to throb, and she was unconsciously moving her body in a grinding motion on my cock as she concentrated on the activity in the driveway. We both heard a car door slam, and the clicking of high heels on the concrete surface of the drive.

Christi’s body was oblivious to this outside event. I felt the spasms of her pussy as it answered nature’s call. Even with the distraction I could hear her muted whimpers as she climaxed with gusto. Then suddenly . . .

“Oh my God,” she cried, “That’s got to be Mom.” Her pussy made a popping sound as she abruptly pulled free of my cock and rose to a standing position. “Cover for me,” she said in a pleading voice as she dashed for the bathroom. I don’t guess she thought about my embarrassment in this situation.

My survival instincts kicked in almost as fast as Christi’s. I rolled and rose at the same time, and without hesitation I headed for my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of jeans, and struggled into them as fast as I could. I could hear the key rattling in the lock at the back door so I scrambled down the stairs toward the rear entrance. My erection was almost under control even though I was cheated out of an orgasm by this surprise visit.

The door swung open, and I froze in my tracks.

“Hi, Jenny,” I stuttered in genuine surprise. “It’s good to see you here. Come on in and sit a spell.” I knew I was babbling, but I couldn’t get my thoughts together that quickly. “Looking for Mom?” I asked.

“Not necessarily,” she said flashing her best wicked smile. “Besides, I thought she was out of town.”

“She is,” I agreed. “We thought maybe she had come home early.”

“We?” Jenny asked.

“I decided to come home this weekend,” Christi said from the top of the stairs. “It’s good to see you, Aunt Jen.” She continued down the stairs wearing a beautiful smile and a terry cloth bath robe. I’m sure that was all she was wearing.

“Hi, college girl,” Jenny said gaily. “You’re looking good. Rather flushed I’d say.” There was a twinkle in her eyes.

I missed the implication, but Christi picked up on it right away. She looked at me and then back at Jenny.

“My little brother stole my cherry this morning,” she said proudly, and then as if she had to explain her rosy cheeks to her aunt, “and we just re-examined my box to make sure it was empty. There’s no doubt now. It’s gone.”

There was silence briefly, and then Jenny burst out laughing. Next Christi burst into laughter with me chiming in immediately behind her.

“So, young man,” Jenny said whimsically, “you have two women in your life now. Think you can handle us?” Both women were beaming from ear to ear like charter members of a very exclusive and secret club.

“Uh . . . we’ll just have to see,” 

“Is anyone going to offer me some coffee?” Jenny pouted. She headed for the breakfast nook as if nothing had happened.

Christi and I joined her. Christi turned on the coffee maker and sat next to me. 

I have never seen a Cheshire cat grin before, but I am sure the expression on Jenny’s face would be a perfect facsimile. The twinkle in her eyes was very obvious, but Christi had to ask anyway.

“What are you thinking, you wicked woman?”

“I was just thinking how quickly plans can change kids. I was having a very dull day so I came over here, thinking no one was home, to retrieve a video tape I left with your mother the last time we alone together here in this house.”

“What video tape?” Christi and I asked almost simultaneously.

“I’ll tell you later,” Jenny said realizing she had stirred our curiosity. “But, for the time being . . .” she continued, “now that we are becoming more closely bonded, we need to regroup. Don’t you think?” Again, the wicked glint in her eyes.

“Regroup?” I echoed. “What do you mean, exactly?” I asked.

“It’s simple, Danny,” Christi answered. “Aunt Jen wants to be a part of our newly formed relationship. And, I agree. After all, she introduced both of us to this world of pleasure so it’s only natural now that she is included in future events.”

“Well said, Christi,” Jenny said enthusiastically. Looking directly at me she continued. “See what a college education can do for you, Danny?”

“It’s all new to me, and I must admit a little odd, but I like the fact that I have two remarkably alluring women willing to help me satisfy my sexual needs. What more could a guy ask for?” My mind was filling with ideas and possibilities.

“You might want to wish for the strength and stamina required to maintain the cravings and needs of two horny women,” Jenny offered. Christi nodded her head in complete agreement.

“That works both ways,” I said impishly. “Christi, you cheated me out of an orgasm before Jenny arrived. When do you plan to pay up?”

“How about right now?” she said looking at Aunt Jen to see if she had any objections. The wise aunt picked up on her niece’s intentions.

“I think that’s a great idea,” she cheerfully added, “but I want to be a part of the action. I am a piss-poor spectator.”

“Done,” Christi cried. I simply stood from the table, and dropped my jeans. My cock showed no signs of an erection, but my body told me all necessary sensors were on and ready.

The girls followed suit. Christi casually let her terry cloth robe drop to the floor while Jenny had to peel off her street clothes. First her slacks, then her blouse revealing the fact that she was braless, and then her skimpy panties. The nudist colony was in uniform.

“I have an idea,” Jenny said. “If I remember correctly, our favorite male humper has never seen two women have sex; therefore, I think Christi and I should get a little action going in hopes of getting Danny’s flaccid tool to come to life. Deal?” She was smiling at her last remark. She had grown to worship her young nephew’s manhood.

“It’s been at least three weeks since I gave your pussy a good licking,” Christi reflected, “so I guess you are due, and I can hardly wait.”

We moved to the living room, and I watched as the two women prepared for the event. Jenny got on her hands and knees on the couch with her head resting on a pillow and her ass high in the air. Christi stood behind the arm at the end of the couch facing Jenny’s rear end. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against her aunt’s unobstructed pussy. 

Before she become too deeply involved in satisfying Jenny she motion with her hand for me to take her on from the rear. When I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy she waved me off, and motioned for me to enter her ass. I didn’t argue, but a man has to do what a man has to do. I pressed my mouth against her asshole and forced my stiff tongue into the tight opening. I pumped my tongue into her tight ass several times before I moved the magical mouth muscle around the rim of her rectum several times.

Coming from me at least, this was an unexpected and pleasurable thrill for Christi. She attacked Jenny’s pussy with renewed passion, and the arousal caused her to lubricate her pussy as well. I backed away from her asshole, and before penetrating her with my now rigid shaft, I ran it up and down the wet slit of her crotch. Entry was without incident.

Christi moaned sensuously, and pushed against my tool inviting more action. Jenny was squirming and moaning and humping and groaning to the pleasure of Christi’s tongue and fingers. Christi had without ceremony been massaging her clitoris the whole time, as was Jenny toying with her little man in the boat. Both girls were rapidly approaching their climaxes while Christi’s tight ass was demanding that I respond with a load of my happiness.

No one was disappointed.



The Family Tree Ch. 06



Of course, our three-way in the living room wasn’t the end of our day by any means. Christi and Jenny had been apart for three long weeks, and I was still trying to become accustomed to having access to such an abundance of sex all at once. The girls thoroughly renewed their oral acquaintances, and I just literally filled in every chance I got. What a day!

Finally, after having more sex in a partial day than most married people have in a month, we were all three ready to retire. Christi went to her room, I went to mine, and Jenny decided to spend the night in Mom’s bedroom. Mom and Jenny were very close even considering the fact that they were sisters so it was not uncommon for Jenny to spend the night. 

I suppose our sexual fatigue caused all of us to sleep later than usual the next morning. About mid-morning Christi slipped into my room and shook me awake. 

“Let’s bring Aunt Jen some coffee in bed, Danny. She shouldn’t be sleeping if we aren’t. Right?” 

I agreed so I crawled out of bed and followed my sister to the kitchen. We brewed a pot of coffee, and put the carafe of hot liquid on a tray with some cups and headed for Mom’s bedroom. We had previously decided to sneak into the room, and awaken her with a naughty gesture like blowing in her ear or tweaking one of her nipples.

Upon arriving at the bedroom door we stopped and eased open the door. Christi almost dropped the tray she was carrying. We could neither believe our eyes. Mom and Jenny were in a 69 position lapping at each other’s pussy ardently and passionately. The bedcovers were off the bed, and both women were stark naked. They were so enrapt in their sucking and poking that they were totally unaware of our presence. We waited, but not patiently.

The action on the bed was beginning to arouse me, and when I looked over at Christi I noticed she was breathing harder as well. She gently set the tray on the dresser top careful not to make any noise. She nudged me in the side with an elbow, and then surprisingly dropped her hand and felt my rising cock. She squeezed it and smiled at me, but certainly not like a sister to a brother. My pecker immediately filled her hand. She squeezed again only a little harder this time and a little longer.

We watched our mother and our aunt eventually bring each other to very animated and vocal orgasms. As soon as Jenny rolled off of Mom . . .

“Good morning, Ladies,” Christi said in a clear and strong voice. “How would you like your coffee this morning?”

“Oh my God,” Mom gasped.

“Oh shit,” was Jenny’s response.

Mom tried first to cover herself with her arms and hands, but she was just too much woman for that effort to work. She threw herself face down on the bed and began to cry.

Jenny very calmly positioned herself cross-legged campfire style on the bed. That wicked gleam was back in her eyes, and the smile on her face was nothing short of precious.

“Hey, hey you guys,” I said loud enough to be heard over the commotion taking place. “Relax. Everything is cool. Okay?” 

Mom was still lying face down on the bed undoubtedly wishing she was anywhere else but in this bedroom at this moment. Jenny on the other hand was elated by the turn of events. The expression on her lovely face was evidence of that fact.

“Come on, Mitzi,” Jenny pleaded using Mom’s given name. “There’s no harm done here. We can all finally relax knowing where we all fit into the picture around here. I’m tired of keeping secrets, and I know we will all be happier now that everything is out in the open.”

“Hey, Mom,” Christi said as she reached over and lifted the coffee tray from the dresser top. “I’m glad to see you have some other source for your sexual needs other than that creep Danny calls Mr. Whenever.” She came over to the bed with the tray. “Here gang,” she continued, “let’s all have some coffee and talk about these new developments.”

“That’s a good idea,” Danny breathed a sigh of relief as things seemed to be calming down. Mom was still face down on the bed. Jenny was still in her campfire stance, but she was now softly stroking Mitzi’s back trying to calm here as much as she could.

“Come on Mom,” Christi urged as she extended a cup of hot coffee toward her mother. “Let’s take a coffee break, and then we can regroup and see what needs to be done. Okay?” 

“I don’t want you kids to see my old woman body this way,” Mitzi said weakly trying to conceal her sobbing. “I’m so ashamed.”

“Listen, girl,” Jenny said addressing her sister. “You are the only person in this room who has not had sexual relations with every other person in this room. That’s right. Of course, I am the leader of the pack. You and I have been having sex since high school. Christi and I started our relationship the summer she graduated high school and me and lover boy here got together about three months ago. Just this weekend your daughter surrendered her virginity to her brother, and the two of them have improved my sex life ten times over. There’s no shame here for anybody; especially you.” 

“Come on, Mom.” I pleaded as I gently lifted her from her shielded position. As soon as she realized her front side was exposed, she quickly clutched me and pressed her body against mine. I had dreamed about this for years, and the most natural of all reactions began to occur. I not only had a full erection, but the beast was poking its head out the fly of my pajamas.

“Well Mom,” Christi chirped gleefully, “I don’t think Danny looks upon 

your body as one that should be placed in the old woman class. Do you?” As Mitzi turned to look at her daughter, Christi motioned with her head toward Danny’s fully exposed hard on.

“Good gracious,” Mitzi exclaimed. “It’s enormous, Danny.”

“Thanks,” was all I could think of to say.

The entire room laughed, and the tension seemed to be breaking.

“Touch it,” Jenny said urging her sister to relax and get with the program. “Come on. You know you have wondered and wanted to see how your son was growing up. You’ll never have a better chance than right now.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly; especially with everyone around,” Mitzi argued.

Jenny broke out of her campfire pose and crawled over to where they were sitting. She leaned forward and took Danny’s cock in her mouth and sucked on it vigorously. Then she sat back and motioned for Christi to do the same thing. Christi obliged most willingly.

Mitzi was in mild shock at the actions of her daughter and sister, but she was not about to let them know it. She reached down with a trembling hand and gently touched the throbbing cock. She jerked her hand away instantly.

“Kiss it, Mitzi,” Jenny hissed. “You don’t want to be left out, do you?”

Mitzi hesitated, but then she slowly eased forward from her kneeling position, and with one hand on Danny’s stiff tool she leaned down and stuck her tongue against its swollen head. In doing so she was now on her knees with her crotch fully exposed from behind. Christi caught her aunt’s gesture just as Mitzi slid her mouth over Danny’s cock. At the same time Christi gently slid two fingers along the length of her mother’s wet, swollen pussy.

Mitzi’s first reaction was to withdraw, but then she reconsidered and continued her caressing of the rigid tool before her. Christi continued her fondling of her mother’s crotch by using two fingers to massage the soft, wet flesh. Mitzi moaned with pleasure, and proceeded to take on more of Danny’s cock.

Jenny sat watching the festivities, but she was getting both jealous and horny. She maneuvered Christi into an all fours position without disturbing her attention to momma’s snatch. Her next move caught both kids by surprise. She opened the bedside table’s top drawer and removed a strap on dildo. It was black in color and probably 7 or 8 inches long. She donned the apparatus expertly, and without delay she approached her niece’s rear.

She rubbed the dildo up and down Christi’s valley for lubrication, and then with no undue caution guided the instrument of pleasure into Christi’s asshole. The introduction of the artificial but imposing tool buried deep in Christi’s asshole brought on invigorating sensations that inspired her to new heights. She added two fingers to the two already in Mom’s pussy, and she leaned down to where her mouth could reach a new pussy for her – Mom’s.

She latched on to Mom’s swollen clitoris with her lips, and sucked it into her mouth where she massaged it vigorously with her tongue. Mom was really on fire by now. She was taking dangerously deep strokes on the cock in her mouth, and she was encouraging the fingers and mouth at her snatch.

An impartial observer would have sworn the younger woman was fisting the older woman. In Mom’s present state of mind and level of passion, she would probably have welcomed the extreme penetration.

Jenny was pounding away at Christi’s asshole with a devotion to be admired; Mom (Mitzi) was obviously shedding her reservations and seriously sucking Danny’s cock. One by one this family succumbed to the ecstasy of orgasm. Everyone but Jenny, that is. She had been a tool operator and an observer. But Jenny was not to be denied. As soon as the others disengaged from their sex partner, Jenny reminded them of her exclusion from the orgy.

“Hey, you guys. You’ve had your fun, but I have a very lonely pussy, and mouth as well, begging for attention, Am I going to get any help from my beloved family?”

A situation like this took no special planning or strategy. I took one of my aunt’s breasts in my mouth and gently eased her back onto the mattress where she immediately, without coaching, spread her legs. I took a familiar position between her legs and inserted my once again swollen cock into her wet pussy. While I was doing this, Christi carefully straddled Jenny’s upper body and lowered her dripping pussy onto her waiting mouth. We were deeply engrossed in the event of the moment so Mom was able to make her entrance without much notice.

She swung a leg over her sister’s body facing in my direction. She waddled up close to me where I was pumping away at Jenny’s crotch.

“I sucked yours, Sonny; now you suck mine.”

A well mannered son never questions his mother’s wishes so I disengaged from my aunt’s pussy and rolled off to the side bringing my mother with me. My abrupt movement startled Mom at first, but by the time we were apart from the other two women she was giggling like a school girl. That is, of course, until she felt my rock hard manhood slide into her pussy.

“Oh God, Danny,” she sighed with obvious pleasure, “that feels terrific. You’ve certainly grown considerably since the last time I gave you a bath,” she chuckled warmly as she enjoyed the pleasure of my cock probing the depths of her vagina.

“I’ve not only grown since then, Mom, but I’ve learned to do many things since then thanks a lot to Aunt Jenny; and to Christi now.” I did not once break my rhythm as we talked, and Mom’s response to my penetration clearly convinced me that she was immensely aroused. She was breathing much harder now, and the vocalization brought on by her impending orgasm was definitely sexually inspiring to me.

After a spellbinding climatic conclusion to our coupling, we lay intertwined next to our other two bed partners as they continued their very animated butt fucking activities. It sounded like they were both on the verge of orgasmic splendor so Mom and I lay oblivious to their presence, and fondled each other as though this was all a dream. I was caressing Mom’s breasts and nibbling on her nipples while she was pumping my limp cock in slow motion.

“I think it’s time for me to give you a bath just to show you how much more mature and wiser I have become. I want to eat your pussy, and I want you to suck my cock. We’ll let things develop from there as we see fit. Sound good?”

“You’re completely in charge, Mister. I definitely want a lot more of what you’ve given me so far, and I’m sure I will not object to anything else you have in mind. I’ll start the bath water.”

As soon as Mom disappeared into the bath room, Christi swung around to where she could grab my limp dick and stick it in her mouth. Aunt Jenny disengaged the strap on from Christi’s asshole, removed the apparatus, and positioned herself straddle-legged over my face. I had no choice.

I’m up to this type family bonding at anytime. You should have been there.



The Family Tree



She gave my sister a wink and then laughed when Brian added, "Aye, I thought for a moment my Aunt had somehow come back to us after all this time! It was all I could do not to hoot and holler."

Pam studied the picture for a long time before looking up at me and smiling. "This is who we are, isn't it, Jake? We are their blood. You even look a little like Sean. You have his chin and his nose."

Brian laughed and said, "Aye, he's got the old McCoy proboscis, he does!" touching his own nose. That set us all to laughing. We stayed way into the evening, taking dinner with Brian and Moira. The old man told us how to his dying day, his grandfather never forgave Sean and Mary and how over the years, the letters came further and further apart. We filled them in how the family moved on to Kentucky and then West Virginia and settled there. 

Brian told us how he was the last of his brothers and sisters left alive. "Born in 1916, I was and I plan to celebrate in 2016 as well." He made us promise to attend his centennial birthday party when it came. He had several children by two wives, Moira being the youngest daughter of my daughter, Tilda. "She's a good girl," he said, patting Moira's leg with fondness. "After her husband passed, she offered to move in with me and take care of me in my declining years -- which of course we're still waiting for," he finished with a wink.

Pam showed Brian her research on the America side of the family and promised to send him a copy of everything she had and he promised that before we left, he'd have Moira run to the village and photo-copy all his family material. It was a delightful evening and one Pam and I would always treasure.

Brian and Moira walked us out to our rental car and as we said our goodbyes, he looked at Pam and said, "Are you feeling better about Sean and Mary being siblings now, Pam?"

Pam nodded and said, "I think so. They were in love -- how could they help it, I guess."

Brian smiled and said, "Quite so, lass. And if truth be told, I suspect a little family loving happens in most families, especially when like ours, the lasses are so lovely." Before we could laugh at his joke, he added looking at Moira, "Why, many's the time I've considered showing this wee girl the joys of a mature man," and then he goosed her.

Moira screamed, jumped and as she landed, gave her grandfather a playful slap on the back of his head. "Brian John McCoy -- the awful things you say in front of guests! You should be ashamed." She tried to sound angry, but was laughing and I suspect, although I couldn't tell in the dim light, that she was blushing. The old man just looked please with himself.

We all finished our goodbyes and Pam and I climbed into the car. "Oh my," breathed Pam as we watched granddaughter and grandfather return to their home. Halfway down the path, Brian's hand wandered over to cup one butt cheek of Moira's jean clad bottom. She didn't move it and it rested there until they disappeared inside and closed the front door. We both grinned at each other and Pam, now accepting that our direct descendants were brother and sister, giggled, "Maybe Sean and Mary came by it naturally."

Back at the hotel, my sister thanked me for my support during a very unusual day, giving me another warm hug and kissing me, this time more than on the corner of my mouth -- still chaste, but enough to send a shiver through me that ended between my legs and inspired my cock to begin swelling. 

After seeing Pam to her room, I went to mine and showered. As the water cascaded down on me, I gave my semi-erect penis a few strokes, for a moment imagining that it was my sister caressing me. I'm not sure why I didn't finish, but I stopped and finished my shower. I climbed into a fresh pair of boxers and a T-shirt and got into bed and tried to make sense of the rugby game on the room television.

I had been watching for almost an hour when there was a knock at the door. When I opened it, Pam stood there, her curly hair still damp from a shower and dressed in a mid-thigh length nightshirt with a light cotton robe over it. "Did I wake you, Jake? I couldn't sleep."

"No, me neither. Been trying to watch rugby on the TV. Come on in." 

Pam had brought some of her notes with her and we relaxed on the bed, shoulder to shoulder and went over them, me occasionally recalling something she hadn't written down or her clarifying a partial recollection of mine. Before climbing onto the bed, my sister had shed the robe and was relaxing in just her nightshirt which made it very difficult for me to concentrate.

As my eyes roamed over my little sister's body, I quickly got a wish granted as I realized that she wasn't wearing her bra. Her cotton nightshirt molded itself tightly around her meaty breasts and gave shape and definition to her nipples. They appeared to be thick, round and maybe the size of nickels, definite bite sized bumps that appeared to be semi-erect. I've mentioned that Pam is a bit stocky, her thighs pleasingly plump and her legs very shapely and as my gaze wondered up and down my sister's lush, ripe body, I felt my cock harden, making a prominent bulge in my boxer shorts. I shifted as if I was trying to get more comfortable and attempted to hide my erection. When I moved, Pam shifted with me and wound up leaning into me somewhat, her head resting on my chest.

There was silence for a few minutes and finally Pam said, "I just can't get them out of my head."

"You mean Sean and Mary?"

Pam nodded and replied, "Yes -- my heart just aches when I think what they had to do. Run away from their family, journey to a new and strange world, all alone, just each other." She snuggled up against me more, her heavy breast pressing against me. 

"I just keep seeing them, all alone in the hold of that steamship, no one to turn to except each other -- cold and scared and sick holding on tight to each other -- their love the only thing keeping them together." Pam's hand moved and came to settle on my stomach. Suddenly it felt warmer in the room, the heat source radiating outward from us.

In a quiet, subdued voice, Pam continued to talk. "I can see them there, half hidden in the shadows, holding on to each other, kissing each other for the comfort it gave them -- making..." My sister's voice almost cracked with fierce passion, "Making love deep in the hold of that ship." Her fingers on my stomach curled, her nails scratching against my shirt, pressing into my flesh.

"Can you see them, Jake -- brother and sister, clinging to each other, making love? So sweet and powerful -- I can see it as clearly as if they were right here in front of us -- Mary riding Sean, slowly, carefully, mindful of the baby inside her, chasing away their fears as they made love."

I could feel Pam's heart beating, hard and fast -- mirroring my own pounding heart. I could barely breath as I felt my sister's hand slide slowly down, making its way to my boxer shorts where my cock bulged angrily against the cotton cloth.

Pam raised her head to look me in the eye. "It had to be beautiful, Jake. A love like that -- so precious and unstoppable -- a love like no other -- a beautiful, wondrous love that maybe only a brother and sister could share." My sister moved upwards till we were eye to eye, our lips scant millimeters apart. "I can see that love, almost taste it, Jake. I --I want to feel that love, big brother. Do you -- can we?"

I answered her question with a kiss, my little sister's lips parting to accept my tongue as I crushed my mouth against hers. Our bodies seemed to surge together as my hand came up to cup her meaty breast while her hand palmed my fabric covered cock. It felt like I'd fallen asleep and stepped into a fantasy dream. My sister came up, moving over me and straddling me as we kissed, our tongues like dervishes, slick and soft and so sweet as we tasted each other. Pam's bottom came to rest on my hard cock and I marveled to feel my own sister rolling her hips knowingly as she dry humped me.

My right hand cupped her breast and squeezed, I could feel the hardness of her engorged nipple. My left hand found its way down to the hem of her nightshirt and slipped under and cupped her fleshy ass cheek. Pam moaned at my touch and our kiss, already intense, increased in passion. My left hand began to explore and I realized with wicked glee that my little sister had come to my room without panties! My fingers trailed down her ass crack and under until they were slipping through a thick bush split by hot, slick flesh.

Pam sobbed, breaking the kiss to look at me with such desire and need. "I want you, Jake. Please fuck me -- fuck your little sister."

I began tugging her nightshirt off, pulling it over her head and staring in awe at the lovely body on top of me. My sister's breasts were magnificent. Huge, gourd shaped mounds that despite their weight and having nursed two kids sagged very little. Her nipples seemed to pulse, swollen like ripe fruit. As she rose up to pull my T-shirt off me, I could see the thick lush bush of her pubic mound in which a lovely, thin lipped pussy spread open, shiny with her juices.

Pam fell into me, kissing me again, her nails slowly raking down my arms and then my sister was kissing her way downwards, tongue doing circles around my hard, pebbled nipples, before she teasingly bit at them -- the whole time watching my face. Pam kissed her way further down until her tongue made me shiver as she teased me at the waistband of my shorts.

"I wanna see just how big my big brother is," she whispered. I groaned with anticipation as I lifted my hips and allowed my cock to spring free. Pam cooed with delight as she watched it wave in the air, pointing straight up, stiff and throbbing.

"Omigod, Jake!" Pam said with a lusty grin. "I had no idea you were so -- so nice!" She worked my shorts off and flung them away and crawled upwards, her meaty breasts swinging freely, to grip my erection in her small hand. "David's got a nice cock, but you -- you're really big!"

"Big for my beautiful sister!" I moaned. "You are so lovely, Pam. I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you!"

My little sister giggled and said, "I know -- it's been such a turn on having your eyes crawl over me the last few days. I kept seeing that thing in your pants pop up and it made me feel sooo good." She stroked my cock slowly from root to head, bringing her face so close I could feel her warm breath. Pam looked up into my eyes with such lust it took my breath away and said, "I have to taste this meat,"

"OH YESSSS, SISSSS!" I cried out as my sister took me into her mouth, her tongue greeting my cock with teasing swirls and licks and then with a little muffled sigh, Pam showed me that she could deep throat with the best of them With exquisite slowness, my sister bobbed up and down on my hard dick, her tongue seemingly everywhere at once. My fingers ran through her curly head of hair, trying to urge her on here or to slow her there, but Pam was in control and sucked her brother's cock as she determined best. All I could do was lay back and enjoy it.

Too soon I felt the undeniable pressure rising and hissed a warning, "Pam -- oh jeezus, I'm going to cum!" 

Pam raised her head up, letting me pop from between her lips and said in a husky voice, "So go ahead and cum, Jake. Your sister could use a snack!" Then she locked her lips around the head of my cock and began to suck while her tongue was fluttering around my sensitive flesh. She continued to stare at me, her brown eyes urging me to give up my seed.

"Oh yessss, I love you, Pam!" I cried out, bucking my hips upward, wanting more of her wet warmth inside her loving mouth. Like a collapsing dam, I let loose with a mighty flood of semen, cumming like I hadn't since I was a young man. Pam's lips kept a tight seal on my cock and let none of my massive load trickle out. She gurgled her approval of my taste as she swallowed and sucked, her fingers stroking me, urging my spunk up and out -- milking me for my seed.

My sister drained me dry -- at least for the moment, but did not stop. I bucked and writhed as Pam continued to suck me and pleasure my ultra-sensitive flesh with her tongue, making me claw the sheet and laugh and groan as she pleasured me. It finally dawned on me that my little sister was working to keep me erect. When she was satisfied, Pam lifted her head, a stringer of saliva or semen stretching out and then snapping against her freckled skin, a determined grin on her face.

"Now I have you tempered, Jake, and you're going to last a long time for your little sister.. I want -- no, I need to be fucked by my big brother." Pam came sliding up quickly to straddle me, her thighs opening up as she aimed my slick shaft at her spread labia. As I brushed her wet flesh, I could feel her heat. She lowered herself slowly until the head of my cock was pressing into her opening. "Oh, this is going to feel so good!" Pam said with an excited tremble in her voice. "I love you, OHHH, big brother!" Pam sobbed as she slowly impaled herself on my cock.

I groaned with the sweet pleasure of feeling her surprisingly tight pussy wrap itself around my cock, giving ground gradually, her slick sugar walls hugging itself to my pole until I was in her completely, feeling her pubic hairs tangle with mine as my cock head pressed into her cervix.

Pam bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she savored the sensation of being complete filled and she gave a powerful shudder that made her lovely breasts roll. I reached up with both hands and palmed her fleshy tits, rubbing my palm over her hard, blood gorged nipples.

For a few minutes, Pam just sat there, barely moving her hips. She raised her hands to cover mine as I massaged and teased her breasts. Her breathing increased rapidly and she finally whimpered, "Jake, you're making me cum!" She began to shake and shiver, her nipples swelling even more to my surprise as I felt her juices flowing over my cock, bathing it in her slippery hot cream. 

"This. Is. How. Sean. And. Mary. Must. Have. Felt!" Pam managed to haltingly mutter -- each word an effort to get out as she tried to keep herself under control in the midst of her orgasm. "Oh my god, Jake, who knew brother and sister fucking could be so wonderful!" Pam sobbed as she leaned forward, dragging those pillow like tits across my chest as she strained to kiss me. "Though garbled by lips and tongues, I understood her next words, "Please, fuck me, brother!"

Pam began to slow piston herself up and down on my shaft, rolling and twisting her hips as she did. As we soul kissed, I began to thrust upwards to meet her downward movement, making her gasp each time our joined bodies slapped together. Our bodies quickly caught on to each other's rhythm and either by instinct or genetics, we began to fuck as if we had been lovers for years. Our need for each other became a ravenous beast and we hungrily fucked each other, relishing each deep thrust and savoring each reluctant withdrawal. 

"I love you, J-Jake," Pam stammered as she lifted her head, her eyes wide with excitement and her upper lip curled up with a lusty sneer. "Fuck me, lover, fuck me like Sean fucked Mary!" Pam was approaching another orgasm, her pussy clasping and clutching at my thrusting cock. I could feel the heat between her legs increase and the silky wetness threatened to become a flood.

As I lifted my hips to meet her downward stroke, I groaned, "I love you too, Pam, my sweet sexy sister. I love you so much!" Her steamy flesh swallowed my cock, burying me deep within her womb again and again. My sister's cunt clung to me, literally scrapping her juices off my shaft only to anoint them again as her cream flowed forth like a life giving fountain.

"Ohhh, god -- yesss, make me cum, brother, make meee cummm!" Pam suddenly wailed dropping down until I was completely swallowed by her cunt. I felt sharp pains in my shoulders and Pam's fingers dug deep into my skin, drawing blood. Her pussy clamped down tight, demanding total surrender as she began to cum and I willingly gave myself up, the need to ejaculate suddenly insistent and I bellowed wordlessly as I tried to thrust upwards to get deeper into my sister's womb as I came inside her. Our orgasms fed on each other and for long, joyous minutes, we both knew only the wonderful, incestuous pleasure that only brother and sister can give.

Finally, Pam pitched forward, collapsing on top of me, her legs splayed out on each side of my legs, her pussy still clenching my cock, throbbing as she milked me for my last drops of hot semen. "Love you, Jake," my sister half sobbed and half sighed. "I always had a crush on you when we were young."

"Really?" I replied, as I stroked her slick, wet skin, my half-erect cock still throbbing inside her cum filled pussy.

My sister sniffled a little and kissed me. "Really. I used to think I would marry you and we'd have a family together." She laughed, a little embarrassed at her confession. "That was before we were old enough to know better." Pam showed off her control of her cunt muscles and gave my cock a little squeeze that drew a shivering moan from both of us. "I've fantasized for years about your cock -- wondering how big it is. I figured I would never find out and then this morning's revelations just made everything so -- so possible. And the way you kept looking at me!" Pam yawned and said sleepily, "I really loved how you stared at me -- like a hot sexy woman.

"That's because that's what you are, Sis," I said. "I love you too -- I'm just sorry it took us all the years to discover each other."

From where she rested her head on my chest, my sister looked up into my eyes and said, "Meee too, big brother. But now I have you and I'm never letting you go." Pam yawned again and it slipped right into a gentle snore. I watched with wonder my lovely sister sleeping and how we came to be in bed together and then I was asleep myself.

My dreams were carnal as never before -- full of Pam and I making love in every position we could think of. Somehow, it always came back to Pam riding me. Towards the end of my dream I felt that we were no longer alone. As Pam bounced happily up and down, squatting on my cock, I looked beyond her and on an old fashioned divan sat our great, great, great, great, great grandparents -- as alive and as vibrant as they were one hundred and thirty years ago. Mary's Victorian clothes were undone, baring her chest and her full, ripe breasts, so much like Pam's were fully exposed. Sean's cock was sticking out from the fly of his trousers, his sister's hand wrapped around it.

I touched Pam on the shoulder and pointed. She turned to look and both Sean and Mary nodded at us, their smiles encouraging us to continue. Never taking her eyes off us, Mary bent over and took Sean's cock in her mouth and she sucked him with the same mastery that Pam possessed. We watched each other and Pam giggled happily as Mary finally stood up, lifting her voluminous dress upwards to reveal no undergarments -- her bush full and thick. She mounted Sean, still facing us and we continued to fuck, each pair of siblings enjoying the show of the other.

Mary rode her brother hard, leaning forward on her toes and swinging her tits lewdly, grinning unashamedly at her own behavior -- glorying in the incestuous love that we all shared. Sean reveled in his sister's bawdy behavior much as I enjoyed Pam's behavior. I shared a knowing smile with my ancestor and he grinned back and winked as suddenly we both began to cum in our sisters, sending them into orgasm as well. Pam's shrieks of ecstasy filled in the silence of Mary's orgasm, but both sneered and arched their bodies in carnal delight as they accepted their brothers' semen.

The dream began to fade like smoke in the wind, both nodding happily to us again before we found ourselves alone -- and suddenly awake. I saw consciousness flicker into Pam's eyes even as I realized that we were again in the throes of lovemaking, Pam shivering violently with orgasmic tremors as she rode me.




The Family Tree



Pam looked around behind us, but saw nothing, but I think we both had a thrill run through us as we recognized that we had shared the same dream. Pam's body was slick and shiny with sweat and she was losing power to move as exhaustion and her orgasm overwhelmed her. 

I took the initiative and gasped, "Hang on!" Hands on her waist and my cock buried deep in my sister's cunt, I rolled us over, bring me on top. Pam's legs fell wide on each side, trembling with her effort. I reached down and picked both her legs up, lifting them upwards until they were spread like a V for Victory, tilting her pelvis up and managing to slide a fraction more cock into her sweet, sloppy wet pussy.

Pam's eyes widened as I took control of our lovemaking and rested her legs against my chest. I leaned forward, hands on either side of my sister's lovely face and then I began to fuck her, fast and hard. "Yesssss!" Pam hissed happily. "Fuck meee, Jake. I love my big-dicked brother!"

We went at it with incestuous passion. Pam regained some of her strength and thrust herself up to meet my cock's downward plunges. She writhed underneath me, bit and scratched at me like a wildcat in heat. Our sweaty bodies slammed together with violent slaps as we consumed each other, gorging on each other like a starving man at a feast. I relished watching her breasts roll and bounce wildly with each of my thrusts, making it a game to duck my head and catch her swollen nipples with my teeth.

All too soon, we again reached climax, her orgasm triggering me and I marveled that for the first time in years I had had ejaculated three times in one night. At the height of my climax, I felt as if I could keep fucking my sister until the end of time. Gasping for breath, I rolled us both back over and let her rest on top of me. Again, we whispered sweet endearments to each other until we were both fast asleep. Sean and Mary did not invade our sleep again, but the dreams were full of our new found love and that was more than enough.

Daybreak found me lying between my sister's legs, lapping at her tender, well fucked pussy flesh. Pam awoke gradually, mewling and moving her thighs to trap my head against her pussy. I plunged my tongue in deep, savoring her taste, still seasoned by my earlier loads of semen. "When I heard her sigh, "Ohhhh, Jake -- I love you soooo much!" I knew she was awake and aware. Any worries that what we had shared was a one time thing only were quickly dispelled as I teased, licked and sucked my younger sister to another orgasm. I felt a great gush of her pussy juices splash against my chin as I gently nibbled her clitoris with my lips and she sobbed and begged for me to never stop.

Her breath became ragged and I didn't stop until Pam gasped, "I think my heart is going to explode!" at which point I took pity on her and stopped, rising up and kissed her, sharing her own wetness with her. My cock began to stiffen as she licked her own cream off my face.

I held off my own pleasure long enough for us to have breakfast sent up to us. We ate a hearty meal while we discussed what had happened and what was yet to be. We danced around the delicate parts until we had both finished eating. 

Wearing only a short robe, my sister climbed into my lap. "Jake, no matter what else happens, promise me we will make this last."

I kissed Pam and replied, "Forever, Sis. You are the best lover I've ever known."

"And no man, not even my husband ever made me cum like you have, Jake," Pam said, wiggling her voluptuous ass against my groin.

We talked about the future and Pam told me, "I still love David -- I could never leave him, but I want you too."

"And you'll have me, Pam. We will just make our own time -- be careful and just see what the future brings."

The rest of our trip was a head spinning whirlwind of seeing the sights, researching our family tree and bout after wonderful bout of lovemaking. We managed to spend a little more time with our cousin, Brian. He and his granddaughter came out and had dinner with us at a local restaurant the last night of our visit. We had a marvelous time -- Brian telling us hilarious story after story about our family, making us laugh until our sides hurt. 

Moira stayed at his side and seemed more wife than granddaughter and more than once I noticed her casually drop her hand down off the table to rest on his thigh -- to which the old man would give her a sly wink and continue merrily on with his story. For our part, Pam and I tried not to act like honeymooners, but there seemed to be this compulsion to reach out and touch each other and to give each other knowing, loving glances, becoming oblivious to everyone else.

He told a few stories that included Sean and Mary and hinted at other McCoy family loving scandals -- "And that would include the McCoys over in Celbridge -- why I know a certain young man who's kept a smile on his dear old Ma's face for years."

Moira gasped and said, "Why, you dirty old man! Just you hush and what might go on behind closed doors -- let stay behind closed doors." She shook her head and laughed. "I never know what he will say next -- obsessed with the family's dirty secrets, he is.

Brian leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Pardon me, granddaughter. I don't consider them dirty secrets -- just family. I'm not one to judge -- none of us are, I suspect. If you have two people in love, why can't ye take it as that and celebrate their joy rather than hide it away. Being in love with a wonderful woman, I would want to shout it to the whole wide world at the top of my lungs."

Moira blushed and then smiled. "I believe you would if you could, you dirty old man. I love you, Brian McCoy." She leaned in and kissed him, this time on the mouth and we got to watch the old man blush.

We continued to talk and enjoyed a wonderful dinner. When the ladies excused themselves to visit the ladies room, we watched them walk off, enough in face and body to be sisters. Brian let out a long, happy sigh and said, "Now that, lad, is a sight good enough to put lead in yer old pencil, tisn't it?"

I had been in the country long enough to know the proper response and winked back at him as I replied, "Aye, 'tis."

"We're lucky, Jake. You and I are members of a family that produce the finest looking females in the world and if some of us cannot keep our hands off them or our cocks in them, well -- can anyone truly blame us?" He grinned at me and continued on in a conspiratorial tone with a merry glint in his eye. "Tis truly a wonderful woman who can give a ninety-one year old man a stiff one."

I took the bait and said, "Moira seems like a wonderful woman."

Brian smiled and replied, "She is that, son. I was blessed the day she moved in with me. She may kill me someday, but I'll go with a smile on me face." He paused and considered me. "And you and Pam -- has your quest for knowledge changed you?" and the old man grinned evilly as he watched me blush.

I struggled for the words and finally said, "Yes, it has brought us as close as any brother and sister can be. I love Pam more than ever."

Brian picked up his glass of ale and lifted it high. "Then I drink to your joy, lad. Mayhap our family is just inclined to be more loving when it comes to family, but I consider it a blessing. To the love of family, Jake, to the love of family and all the happiness it brings!"

I joined him in the toast and we were finishing it when the ladies returned. "And what were you drinking to, now?" asked Moira. 

I'm sure she wasn't surprised when Brian answered her with, "To all the happiness and pleasure that family can bring."

Moira rolled her eyes. "Good Lord! Leave it to a man to toast getting his willy pleasured now and again. You've plenty of other reasons to celebrate family."

Pam was quick on the uptake and despite blushing a bright red, said, "Well, pleasuring a willy can bring a girl pleasure too. I'm not sure that I wouldn't want to toast that too."

Brian broke out in a hearty laugh and said, "Well said, young Pam, well said! No doubt about it, you're the real McCoy!" He paused, realized what he had said and laughed all the harder at his pun and we all couldn't help but join in. 

Finally, when we laughed ourselves out and wiped our eyes, Brian stood up, hugged us both and said, "Well, we best be off now, granddaughter. This is these young folks' last night on the island and I'm sure they want to spend it in good old McCoy fashion." He kissed Pam on the lips and then kissed me on the cheek. "All our love to you and all the other American McCoys, tell them one and all, they're always welcome here."

We each received a warm kiss from Moira, it seeming almost supernatural how she kissed like my sister and how she felt when she pressed her body against mine. Brian talked with mock jealousy and said, "Don't be kissing him too long, Moira. Tis time we got home and you tuck me in my bed."

Moira whispered goodbye and then slipping her arm through her grandfather's arm, walked away. As they did, Pam and I both smiled as we could hear her fussing at him, "Ah, Grandpa -- I know what you want tucked and I know where you want to tuck it, you filthy old bugger." As they came to the exit, both looked back at us and gave us a naughty grin.

"Do you believe that old man is actually balling his granddaughter?" I said as they vanished from sight.

I felt Pam's arm slip around my waist and she pressed her luscious body against mine. "There are no secrets in the ladies room, Jake." She looked up at me with a merry smile. "Moira said with a little help from Viagra, that old man makes love like a man half his age. Brian's only problem is it takes him longer than most to finish up -- not that Moira is complaining." 

Pam came around to embrace me, her arms going around my neck. And speaking of complaining, big brother -- if I'm not naked and making nasty love with you in ten minutes, you're going to hear complaining like you've never heard before!"

"Let me settle the check and get you back to the hotel, little sister," I said before kissing her. It turned out that Brian beat me to the punch and had taken care of the bill before he'd departed, allowing Pam and I to hurry back to our room, thankful for every second our naughty old cousin had given us.

As we rode up in the elevator, I couldn't keep my hands off my sister. I had her pressed into the wall, face forward as I nuzzled her neck and had my hand under her skirt, fingering her wet and fiery cunt -- if Pam had worn panties tonight -- she'd lost them somewhere during dinner.

In our room, we frantically clawed the clothes off each other and fell into the bed, kissing passionately as our bodies caressed each other. Pam found herself on her knees -- head down on the sheets, raising her meaty little butt high in the air. I knelt behind her and spread my sister's ass cheeks wide and brought my erect cock to her spread pussy lips. 

"Please fuck me, Jake -- make love to me. Take me, brother and fuck me good," my sister moaned as I teased her opening, brushing my cockhead against her slick, steamy flesh. Each time I eased my cockflesh over her quivering pussy, Pam let out a low, almost desperate moan of desire, hunching her ass back against me, eager to take me once more. I teased her further by pressing my cockhead into her cunt only to withdraw it again and then again. I stared down at my cock, now glistening with my sister's pussy juices - almost in awe at such a sight. Just the knowledge that the head of my cock was shiny with my little sister's cunt cream made my cock throb and I think I even swelled a little more!

"Don't tease me anymore, Jake, please give me your cock -- fuck me like the sexy brother you are!" pleaded my sister, lust thick in her voice.

"I love you, Pam," I said hoarsely, surrendering to my own incestuous desires and thrusting hard to my sister's wet, molten pussy. I sank my shaft deep, not stopping until I was inside her to the root, my pubic hairs tangled with the hair of her lush bush. I growled with lust, but my voice was drowned out by Pam's long drawn out cry of pleasurable anguish.

"SOOOOO BIGGGGG!" Pam sobbed as I slowly withdrew and then quickly thrust deep again. "L-l-love you b-big brother," she gasped as I withdrew slowly and then thrust hard again and again. I reveled in the sensation of her body stiffening with each thrust as jolts of pleasure coursed through her compact, stocky body. My sister's pussy contracted around my thick penis so that every slow withdrawal was an exercise in sexual joy. Her wet, silky flesh clasped my cock so deliciously as I thrust in and out of her pussy.

"Tell me that you belong to me -- that I can have your sweet little sister pussy whenever I want," I hissed as I fucked my younger sister.

"YESSSSS!" Pam sobbed as she clawed the sheets with her nails. "I'm yours, Jake -- anytime you want -- my pussy will always be wet for you, big brother. I love you fu-fucking meeee. Don't ever st-stop -- just keep fucking meee!"

I had a sudden need to kiss my sister and I withdrew and flipped her onto her back, falling between her legs and quickly burying my stiff dick deep inside her again. The old jokes are wrong -- kissing your sister is so sweet. Her tongue met mine and they danced, wet, slick flesh rolling and curling over each other, a wonderful representation of what our bodies were completely joined in doing. 

Pam's every touch was the act of making love -- whether it was her pelvis flinging itself upwards to meet my downward thrusts, her fingernails scouring my back bloody, or her nipples scratching against my chest. Pam's legs hooked behind my thighs, using them for leverage as she pushed into my thrusts. Our bodies simply joined and became one -- our flesh melded in the heat of our incestuous passion. Our flesh was on fire, a carnal blaze that began between our legs, where we were joined and spreading out until we were generating enough heat to burn down the building.

When it couldn't possibly get more intense, it did, as we both lost control and yielded ourselves to fiery orgasms. I drove my cock deep into Pam's womb and began to ejaculate, crying out hoarsely as my semen gushed forth in geyser bursts. Pam sobbed as her orgasm swept over her, swelling her nipples to the point of bursting and flooding her cock crammed cunt with her steaming juices.

We kissed desperately as our bodies locked in place, straining to be inside each other, trembling with the effort and the intensity of our pleasure. In the afterglow, we whispered words of love and made promises of commitments to each other. The latter were unnecessary, we knew we were forever joined by the week's events, but we enjoyed pledging our devotion to each other.

Our journey back to the United States was a study in savoring every moment we were together -- each of us seeing the other in a new light. Brother and sister and passionate lovers -- forever joined in our souls and as we would discover shortly, joined as parents.

Pam thinks our daughter was conceived the first night we made love in Ireland. I think our little girl was created in the passion of our last night together in the land of our ancestors. In any case, we are both proud parents of a healthy daughter. True, I share her with Pam's husband, David, who proudly strutted around after Pam revealed her pregnancy. I don't mind -- he is a good man and a good father and I am happy to play the devoted uncle. When the time is right, we will tell little Mary the truth about her parents and her family. Our secret hurts no one in our view.

In the meantime, Pam and I get together often, making love and pursuing our genealogical pursuits in equal measure and we feel satisfied with the time we have. Pam thinks our moments together are more intense because of the limited time we can spend together. We stay in contact with Brian and Moira and even hope to convince them to come visit us sometime in the near future. 

We expect to continue our adventures for many years to come and with good reason -- Pam and I have decided to explore the maternal side of our family tree. We cannot wait to see what we will find and of course, we will enjoy the journey as well, together, heart and soul.

The End