6 comments/ 89350 views/ 53 favorites Tucker's Summer: The BBQ and More By: blaster666 More preposterous proportions to while away some of your day. Have you ever woken up and instinctively known that something just wasn't right? That's how I felt when the persistent calling of my name drifted in through my open bedroom window. The first thing that registered was that it was my Dad calling my name. The second and third things were the fact that I don't recall shutting my door when I'd lain down for my nap, and lastly, my cock hadn't been hanging out of my sweats. But the door WAS closed, and my flaccid penis WAS hanging over the waistband of my sweats. My pants had been pulled down on my hips enough that my balls were barely in them. Could I have done it? Had I been playing with myself in my sleep? Or, and I found this more likely, had I been touching myself while dreaming about what had happened at the Macintyre's? Yeah, that was probably it I told myself as I groggily went to the window. "Hey sleepyhead, you going to join us," Dad asked when he saw my head poking out. "Be down in a minute Dad. Just want to take a quick shower first," I let him know, and then backed away before he could say anything else. While I had been talking with Dad I saw Mom lazing back on one of the loungers. She was wearing her old swimsuit; score one for team Tucker I mused. I also saw Julie helping with the burgers and unfortunately, her childhood friend Maggie O'Malley was here too. Maggie O'Malley is a green-eyed, red-haired spitfire who thought her shit didn't stink. I've used the bathroom after she has and I'm here to tell you; it sure as hell does. Her and I have never gotten along and I doubted if we ever would. I jumped into the shower then put on my swim trunks, a tank top, and headed to the pool area dreading the rest of today. Dad and Julie were busy flipping burgers when I got there and Maggie was standing idly behind them watching me as I approached. She was wearing cut-off jeans that were so tight it looked like they were being eaten by her ass. The dark brown t-shirt she had on revealed nothing other than the handful sized lumps on her chest. Her shoulder blade length hair was in a ponytail and the paleness of her alabaster skin was almost blinding in the afternoon sun. She smiled warmly as I walked past. "Hi Tucker," she sang out, scaring me that she had actually acknowledged my presence. "Hi Mags," I said knowing she hated it when I called her that. For some reason she didn't come unglued on me, she just smiled some more and turned her attention to the grill. I went over and sat on the ground next to Mom wondering what was up with Maggie. "Decided not to wear your new suit I see," I said to Mom. "I don't want your Dad to see it until I get a little color on my back and stomach," she told me. "You still look fantastic in it Mom, even if I have to wear shades to look at you," I teased her. "Just for that smarty pants, you are assigned lotion duty until I'm evenly tanned," she shot back chuckling sweetly. "Are we talking just tanned, or a bronzed goddess," I asked smiling widely. "On second thought, maybe having you as lotion boy isn't such a good idea," she quickly said. "But why not," I faked a whine. Looking directly at me she said, "You have impulses." "Who wouldn't have impulses around you and Julie?" "What are you saying Tucker," the conversation suddenly getting more serious than I wanted. "I'm just saying that you and Julie are really pretty, is all," I answered. "You think your sister and I are pretty," Mom inquired. "Well...Julie's pretty, but you're gorgeous Mom," I hoped a compliment would end this talk. "How come you say Julie is pretty, but I'm gorgeous. We look enough alike to be twins," Mom persisted. "That's true. It's just that Julie is Julie, and, uh, you are more woman than she will ever be," my voice cracked. "I see," she said, probably not having a clue as to what I was saying, since I didn't either. "So if I promise to watch my impulses, can I still be the lotion boy," I asked, hoping my eagerness wasn't too apparent. "Since you promised, then I guess so. We'll get started on it in two weeks," Mom replied, then put on her sunglasses and relaxed. "Why two weeks, why not tomorrow?" "Because they're renovating parts of the library then, so I'll have a week off when they start," she casually replied. "Cool. We'll have you tanned in no time," I said, all kinds of happiness spreading down to my groin. Dad prided himself on how good his burgers were, but today they were overcooked and dry. I surmised that it was probably due to the amount of attention he had paid to Julie's thong covered ass, instead of watching the meat on the grill. I could be wrong about that, but since I had been ogling her firm bouncy butt myself, I was sure that was the reason. This was the first year my parents had allowed her to wear such a skimpy suit, something that had surprised me to no end. As I watched Maggie and her playing tag, Julie's huge bouncing boobs barely contained in the swimsuits top, I was thrilled that they had. Judging by the way Dad stared, I'm sure he was too. "How about a game of chicken wrestling," Dad called out after our food had settled. "What's chicken wrestling," Maggie wanted to know. "Oh, I know. It's were you get on someone's shoulders in the pool and try to knock each other off," Julie chimed in. "That's right sweetie," Dad said. "I can't play, pool water dries out my hair and I didn't bring a suit," Maggie stated. "Just wear your bra and panties, it'll be fun," Julie told her. I was all for it. "I don't think so," Maggie replied, then whispered something in Julie's ear. "She's not wearing any panties," Julie pissed Maggie off by saying. "Just wear what you have on," Dad encouraged her. "Please Maggie. We need at least four people to play," Julie begged her friend. "Sorry," Maggie said with a determined look on her face. "How about you dear," Dad asked looking at Mom. "Oh honey, I really don't think so," Mom giggled. "Pretty please Mom, I want to play," Julie said going over and pulling on Mom's hands. "Maybe for a few minutes," Mom relented, knowing Julie wouldn't give up easily. "Great. Julie and I will be partners," Dad blurted out, the eagerness in his voice evident to everyone, especially to Mom. "Fine. Tucker and I will kick your asses," Mom said, grabbing me roughly by the arm and pulling me into the deep end of the pool with her. My feet hit the bottom of the pool and I pushed upwards toward the surface. With my eyes opened underwater I saw Mom spread her legs and scissor kick to the surface also. Her suits crotch had shifted on one side and was digging into her cleft, fully exposing one of the puffy outer lips of her pussy. More happiness drifted downward puffing my penis up a little more than I wanted. When we had all gathered in chest deep water Dad told Julie to spread her legs enough for him to get his head through. Giggling like a schoolgirl she did. Dad ducked down, poked his head between her thighs and lifted her up on his shoulders. Once he was standing Julie wrapped her arms around his forehead and placed the tops of her feet against his back for leverage. The bottoms of her tits rested on the top of Dad's head. "You ready for me Mom," I asked, seeing a little uncertainty in her eyes as she nodded yes. Getting behind her I dropped below the surface and aimed my head between her legs like Dad had done. Right before my head went between her thighs I noticed she hadn't adjusted her suit, Ms. Puffy pressed softly against the back of my neck as I lifted Mom up. The feel of Mom's boobs resting on my head and the touch of her bare cunt lip on my neck didn't help when it came time to maneuver. Too much happiness had flowed like a tidal surge down to my dick, giving me a first rate hard-on. Hanging on to Mom's thighs I angled us in until we were close enough for Mom and Julie to push and pull at each other. Our strategy was to circle and lunge. It worked great at first; Mom was able to yank Julie enough to the side that she fell off Dad's shoulders in a matter of minutes. When she got back on they used our tactics against us, luring us in then turning so they were at our side and pulling Mom off before I could counter their move. Mom wasted no time in climbing back on and proclaiming she was ready to whip butt. You tell em Mom I thought as I felt her puffy bare skin on me, and what felt like a tiny bump that was growing rub against the nape of my neck. On our next attack Mom somehow got her fingers caught on the strings that tied Julie's top together and undid them. Her breasts sprang free and bounced on Dad's head a few seconds before Julie squealed with laughter and feebly tried to hide them behind her hands. Seeing that Julie wasn't hanging on, Mom took a cheap shot and pushed her off into the water. Sputtering a bit when she surfaced, her tits bobbing in the open, she casually waded over to where Dad stood wide-eyed and smiling. "Can you tie me back up Daddy," she asked in a little girl's voice, her nipples rock hard and pointing right at him. "Sure baby, turn around," he replied, his fingers trembling slightly as he retied the straps. Watching and waiting I felt an almost imperceptible movement where Mom's mound pressed into my neck. It was as if she was pushing harder against me and the tiny nub had gotten bigger. Without thinking I began to bounce her gently up and down on my shoulders causing her mound to bump harder against the back of my neck. The pressure from her legs on my sides increased, and what I was now positive was her clit became larger and stiffer. Her thighs trembled slightly and a low moan escaped just as we entered another round of battle. Mom and I lost three out of five by the time everyone agreed to call it a game. I trailed behind as we went to the pools steps and Julie climbed out first, Dad's face almost in her ass as she did. After he was out Mom climbed up, my eyes glued to her butt. Stopping at the top she slide a finger in the leg hole of her suit to pull the fabric back over her outer pussy lip. Through sheer will power I was able to prevent more happiness from reaching my groin when Mom's erect clitoris was exposed as she pulled the material over her cunt. It was big and juicy looking; I knew there was going to be some pud pulling in the shower tonight. Mom and I went over and stretched out on loungers while Maggie and Julie helped Dad put the burger makings away in the house. Dad's hand hovered low on Julie's back, almost touching one of her cheeks, as they headed toward the house with their arm around each other. I couldn't tell if Mom saw or not, her big round sunglasses prevented me from seeing her eyes. Dad came back shortly, stretched out on the last remaining lounger and said that the girls were taking showers. The spare bedroom upstairs overlooks this side of the house just like mine does. Thirty or so minutes later Julie poked her head out that rooms window and let us know the showers were available. Dad got up and went inside, saying he was next. "We'll get em next time Mom," I told her when we were alone. "Huh? I'm sorry Tucker, my mind was a mile away," she said turning her head lazily to look at me. "Good thoughts I hope." "Mmmm," she replied with a small smile. At eight o'clock I went up and took a shower putting on just my pajama bottoms when I was through. I had decided to hold off on the pud pulling for later since Maggie and Julie were upstairs too. I was coming out of my room, headed for some mindless entertainment on the idiot box, when Julie emerged from the bathroom. She had on her pink nightshirt and beckoned for me to wait for her. "Can Maggie wear one of your sports jerseys, she forgot to bring sleepwear," Julie asked nicely. "I guess," I said feeling unusually generous. "Thanks bro," already going in my room and grabbing my Raiders shirt from my closet. "Anything else you need," I asked with a leering glance at her chest. "What do you have in mind," she asked, letting her hand reach out and cup my crotch. I just smiled. "Later," she whispered, then disappeared into her bedroom. I was expecting my parents to be in their usual places, but when I got downstairs Dad was at the dinning table setting up a board game, Mom was sitting on the couch watching TV. I joined Mom and settled in, glancing out the corner of my eye to see what she had on. I was pleasantly surprised to see she was wearing a nightshirt just like Julie's; the only difference was this one was pale blue in color. I could see the points of her nipples pressing through the material, and with her feet neatly tucked under her bottom the hem rode up to the middle of her thighs. Oh happy day, my groin rejoiced in song. Down boy, my mind commanded the inflating member between my legs. My mind was only semi-successful in taming the beast. Mom caught me sneaking peeks at her legs and gave me a sly smile while pulling the hem of the nightshirt down at the same time. It didn't do her any good, the shirt returned to where it had been as soon as her hand stopped tugging on it. "What ya watching Mom," I asked, hoping to take her mind off the shirt's hem. "Re-runs of that beach show about lifeguards," she answered, her hands idle in her lap. I knew what show it was because it was one of my favorites, but just to mess with Mom I asked, "Is this the show where the girl lifeguards thingies almost knock them out when they run?" Softly laughing she said, "Yes Tucker, their "thingies" do bounce quite a bit." "Cool. I love this show," I remarked. "Boys. You all have a one track mind," she said feigning exasperation. Our bantering was interrupted by the sound of Julie and Maggie bounding down the stairs giggling loudly. Turning to look I was just in time to see Julie's tits bounce up and almost smack her in the chin. Maggie didn't have enough tits to even bounce visibly under my oversized jersey. It fit her like a too large dress, going past her knees and swallowing her upper body in silver and black fabric. Her hands were just able to reach out of the sleeves. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, without Julie knocking herself out, they rushed to the table and began to help Dad with the game. It wasn't long before the sound of dice being rolled could be heard. "What are you guys playing," I shouted at them. "We're playing Sorry," Maggie answered, turning in her chair to give me goo-goo eyes. To fuck with her I said, "I know you're playing, but WHAT are you playing?" "We're play Sorry," she shot back. "You don't have to apologize. Just tell me what you're playing Mags," I said trying not to laugh. "Behave Tucker," Mom softly chastised me as Maggie's eyes flashed daggers of hatred my way. Twenty minutes later I was pissed at myself. Mom had untucked her feet and stretched her legs out in front of her, and I had missed the chance to look up her nightshirt because my eyes were glued to the bouncing boobs on TV. Minus one point for Team Tucker I mentally grumbled. A few minutes went by and I saw an opportunity to redeem the lost point. Mom had been flexing her toes and rotating her ankles as if her feet were hurting. Sliding slightly over in her direction I leaned back on the couch and patted my lap. "Want a foot rub Mom," I asked, something I'd done for her on rare occasions in the past. "That sounds like a great idea. Thanks Tucker," she answered, turning her back to the arm of the couch. I had scooted over only enough to where if she wanted to put her feet in my lap, she had to scoot her body down on the arm of the couch for them to reach. To my complete surprise, and joy, she did exactly that. The nightshirt's hem rode up, and instead of lifting both feet from the floor to my lap at once; she chose to do one at a time. Her legs parted as the first foot made its way to my lap, giving me my very first unobstructed view of her panty-less pussy before the other foot joined the first. It was the briefest of moments, but long enough for me to see her brown pubic hair, the thin lips of her inner labia, and the tip of her clit peeking from its hood at the top of her slit. It was enough of a look to cause the perverted demons in my head to scream out HALLELUJAH! Fifty points were added to Team Tucker's scoreboard. Before I could get started with her foot rub she raised her butt up and pulled the hem down toward her knees, causing an inward "aaaaw" from me. The thrill of touching Mom, even if it was only her feet, was overwhelming to my senses. My trouser snake was running down my pant leg toward my knee in no time flat. I gave her the deluxe rub, from the heels of her feet to the tips of her toes; there wasn't any part of her feet that I didn't run my fingers over. Her groans of joy were music to my ears making me prolong the massage for over twenty minutes. Not wanting to arouse her suspicions I purposely kept my eyes on her feet. I needn't have worried though. When the urge to look overrode any common sense I possessed, I let my eyes travel up her legs, over the soft flatness of her tummy and past her chest to her face. Her eyes were closed. Wasting no time I let my eyes travel back down to Mom's chest. The nightshirt was stretched tightly over the fabulous globes of her huge tits; the nipples poking through the fabric were clearly longer and stiffer than they had been earlier. Mom opened her eyes to slits and stared at me as I fought a battle to keep from drooling all over her feet. "That was relaxing Tucker," Mom softly said as she swung her feet to the floor, careful not to give me another shot of her pussy. "Anytime my fair lady," I said, trying to hide the rigid rod bulging my pajama bottoms. "Time for this fair lady to hit the hay," she said, before standing and bending over and kissing me on the cheek. With goodnights thrown toward the dinning table Mom headed to her bedroom, my eyes glued to her swaying ass the whole way. To pull the pud, or not to pull the pud, that was the question bouncing around my brain before loud giggling interrupted my train of thought. To hell with it I thought; I'd store this batch of jizz brewing in my balls for another time. Telling everyone goodnight I went to my room, opened the window for fresh air and after stripping crawled into bed. With just a sheet covering me from the waist down, my hands behind my head, I lay there remembering the brief flash I'd had of Mom's furry twat. Light from a full moon lit up the room enough to see clearly as I drifted off. I was still on my back with my hands behind my head when muffled voices outside my door woke me up. It sounded like Julie and Maggie. Glancing at my bedside clock I saw that it was one-fifteen in the morning. Slowly my door began to open, so I closed my eyes to slits and pretended to be asleep. Julie crept in softly followed by Maggie. They left the door open a little and came toward my bed on tiptoes. Julie looked like the cat that ate the canary while Maggie's eyes were round and frightened looking. She must have stubbed her toe on something because she let out a tiny squeal. "SSSSHHHH!" Julie whispered harshly at her. "Sorry," came Maggie's reply. "He sleeps like a log and we don't want to wake him if we don't have to," Julie whispered as the two reached the side of my bed. "I'll be quiet," Maggie softly assured her. Julie leaned over and gently pulled the sheet below my waist, exposing my soft penis in the moonlight. "It's not any bigger than it was earlier today," I heard Maggie say in a disappointed voice. That explained why my pants had been down I realized. "Just wait Maggie, I know how to make it grow," Julie told her. "What are you going to do," Maggie hesitantly asked. "Watch this," Julie answered picking my cock up in her hand and lightly stroking it. Tucker's Summer: The BBQ and More "It's not growing," came more disappointment from Maggie. "It will when I suck on it," was Julie's confident reply. "EWWW, that's gross Julie. You're not going to suck your own brother's dick are you?" "Why not? It's no different than sucking anyone else's. Wanna give it a taste Mags," Julie teased her while wiggling my prick around by the base of it. "NO! Get on with it before he wakes up. I want to see if it really is as big as you said it is," Maggie encouraged Julie. "If you don't believe me just watch," with that Julie slid her mouth over the soft head of my cock and started sucking. It was an unbelievable struggle to stay quiet as Julie's tongue began circling around the head of my awakening penis. Nerve endings began to twitch and blood rushed into the shaft making my cock rapidly expand. Peering through the slits of my eyes I saw Maggie's eyes widen in disbelief as my cock continued to grow. After I was a little over halfway erect Julie removed her mouth and pointed my cockhead at Maggie. "Sure you don't want to try," Julie asked. "I... I'm not very good at that," Maggie said, eyes glued to the growing pole in Julie's pumping hand. "At least give me a hand, rub his balls while I blow him," Julie told her, and then clamped her mouth around my tool once more. I could feel the shakiness in Maggie's fingers as she did what she was asked. Her fingers grazed lightly on my ball sack before she hefted them into her hands. A nervous giggle jumped from her mouth as her hand steadily rolled my balls around her palm. When my cock reached full length Julie pulled her mouth off and showed Maggie how big I'd gotten. "OH MY GOD! That's huge," cried Maggie a little louder than she wanted to. "Quiet dummy," Julie admonished her before asking, "Want to fuck it?" "You can't be serious. Won't that wake him?" "So what if it does, he won't tell anyone," Julie told her. "Gosh, I'm not sure about this Julie. Maybe we should just go," Maggie whined. "Tell me you wouldn't love to feel this monster up in your hot little pussy," persisted Julie. "It...it...it's too big Julie," Maggie said, her fingers tightening on my sack. "No it's not. It's just longer than you're used to. The trick is not to try and take it all at one time. Let me show you," Julie said, then stood up, climbed on the bed and straddled my hips. "What are you doing Julie? Oh my god, you can't fuck him, he's your brother for Christ sake." "I've already fucked him twice," Julie told her, then said, "I came like a fucking race horse each time too!" I could see the fright on Maggie's face, but also the amazement as Julie lifted her nightshirt over her hips and guided my cock to her wet cunt. Just as she had done the last time, she slowly allowed her pussy to sink around my shaft until she had six inches inside her. Maggie's lips formed an O as she watched Julie work more of my cock into her heated pussy. When she had almost nine inches stuffed up her cunt Julie began to go up and down on my pole, lubricating it with her juices as she went. I don't know what got into her, but before I knew it Julie was pounding herself on my rod in a frenzy. Was it the idea of Maggie watching her fuck her own brother, or was she just extra horny I wondered. The sensation her clinching cunt was causing on my cock was starting to get to me, I wasn't sure how much longer I could pretend to be asleep. All I wanted to do was drive into Julie as fast as possible. It didn't take long before Julie's cunt clamped tightly around my shaft and she spit out a guttural moan. "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMMIIIINNNGGG ALREADY!" By the time she finished shaking, ten inches of my rod was lodged inside her pulsating pussy. There was no doubt in my mind that by the end of summer her ass would be bouncing off my balls when we fucked. Julie loved to win her bets. When she lifted herself off my extremely rigid tool it plopped against my stomach with a wet slap. "Your turn," Julie said pushing a stunned Maggie closer to the bed. "I don't think I can," Maggie protested weakly. "You know you want to Mags," and with that Julie shoved her hand under Maggie's shirt and stuck her finger in her pussy. "What the fuck," groaned Maggie as Julie's finger wiggled around inside her. "Shit girl, you're soaking wet. Now climb on and ride that big dick," Julie said, pulling her finger out and showing Maggie the slick juice clinging to it, before sticking it in her mouth and sucking it clean. "What if he wakes up," Maggie whimpered. "Don't worry about it. Here, let me help you," Julie reached down to the hem of the jersey and pulled it up and off Maggie's slim figure. Maggie made up her mind, and with Julie holding my stiff prick up, she mounted me the same way Julie had. The slickness from Julie's pussy still on my head made entry into Maggie's pink slit easy. Her cunt hairs tickled my sensitive glan as she lowered herself onto my pole. By the time three inches were in her I lost control, raising my ass off the bed I poked another three inches into her wet tunnel. Before a startled Maggie could jump off, or even squeal, I started rapidly pumping up and down into her box. Maggie tried to climb off my plundering rod until Julie reached down and started rubbing her excited clit. The combination of my invading cock and Julie's fingers working her clit calmed Maggie down almost immediately. She settled into a steady rhythm of lifting and lowering herself on me as moans of pleasure began to pour out of her mouth. All pretense of being asleep vanished as I reached around to Maggie's chest and pinched her tiny hard nipples between my fingers. "So good, so good," Maggie softly repeated, now with seven inches going in and out of her increasingly wet pussy. "Didn't I tell you it would feel good," grinned Julie as she sped up the sweet torture she was putting Maggie's clit through. "I've never had one this deep before," Maggie panted. "Try lying back on Tucker, I want to lick both of you at the same time," Julie told her. Placing my hands on Maggie's back I helped to ease her down until she was sprawled on top of me, her ass resting on me abdomen. Julie tugged off her nightshirt, crawled on the bed between Maggie's raised knees with her face over our joined loins. Julie's big tits squashed against my thighs as she lowered her mouth onto Maggie's erect bud. "OH FUCK!!!" squealed Maggie when she felt Julie's tongue dance over her stimulated pleasure bud. With Julie's weight on my thighs it was hard to really slam into Maggie for any length of time before I had to slow down. My breathing was ragged from the effort of thrusting up and lifting Julie at the same time, but the feel of her tongue grazing my shaft intensified the pleasure building inside me. Between me tweaking her tits and pumping her pussy full of cock, and Julie eating her clit, it wasn't long before Maggie went off like a roman candle. Her cunt started convulsing and her hips bucked violently. "UUUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!" she loudly moaned as a flood of juices pour around my screaming cock. Spent from her orgasm Maggie went limp on top of me and Julie shifted most of her weight from my thighs as she got into a kneeling position. With my legs freed, I raised my knees for leverage and really started hammering my cock up Maggie's cunt. Eight inches of turgid dick plowed poor Maggie's soaked pussy looking for release. The countdown had begun and I was headed for blast-off. Maggie's limp body just rolled with the flow as her glazed eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. "I'm gonna cum," I said through clinched teeth. "In my mouth Tucker," Julie said, roughly yanking my cock out of Maggie's squishy pussy and shoving her mouth over the head as it erupted. How she didn't drown from the amount of spooge that pour out of me I'll never know. Like a real trooper she managed to swallow what felt like a gallon or more of my thick man cream. Satiated and deflated I lay limply on my bed with a satisfied smile on my face, while Julie rubbed the soft head of my cock up and down Maggie's swollen slit for a few minutes. With no sign that life would return to my anaconda anytime soon, Julie got up and helped a dazed Maggie to her feet. "What...Huh...Uh..." blabbered Maggie as she leaned unsteadily against Julie. "Damn bro, looks like we fucked her silly," snickered Julie. "MMMMMMM," was all I could say. Julie chuckled softly, bent down and picked their clothes off the floor and helped Maggie out the door, softly closing it behind them. Two minutes later the creaking of the halls floorboards registered on my numb mind. A plan to find out about those noises began to take root as my eyes got too heavy to keep them open.