2 comments/ 22338 views/ 5 favorites Heather and Bryan's New Life Ch. 02 By: BrettJ Chapter 02: Alone Time Yes indeed -- a brand-new Heather and Bryan story. I hope you enjoy this one and as long as you keep reading them, I can promise I'll return to these characters. ~~BrettJ The tires crunched on the gravel as the young couple drove down the road to the cabin they had rented for the weekend. The area was a bit rustic and desolate, although the view was lovely and the lake was supposed to be spectacular. It didn't matter to Bryan in the slightest; he and his lovely companion had not come here for the view. He doubted that they would see much of it until after a few days had passed. They had come here to be together and have some much-needed alone time. Bryan looked at the lovely young redhead who was gently dozing on his shoulder. At times like this, she looked so very delicate and frail. It was hard to forget that with the snap of a finger, she could transform herself into a snarling, feral wildcat that would never be tamed. The kind of lover that many men dreamed of, but few would ever attain. That Bryan had done so was a miracle in itself, although it had been Heather who had been the instigator. Heather Adamson was the kind of young woman who had always gone after what she wanted, consequences be damned. She had wanted Bryan and once she let him know that, he was equally damned. Heather got under your skin and stayed there. Not that Bryan was complaining. The 24-year old Adonis adored Heather; he wouldn't have made a move without her. She was the brains of the relationship, as well as its heart and soul. She was a total vamp wrapped up in a 5'2", redheaded package. Bryan had been gone from the very first time she set out to seduce him. Seduction might even be too mild a word. Once her perfect, green-eyed, sexy body had climbed out of the shower, glistening, inviting, it was all over for Bryan. He succumbed, body and soul, to this miniature Venus. Her fiery red bush held him in thrall and whenever and wherever Heather wanted to be fucked, Bryan was right there to deliver the goods. It was far from a one-sided affair. Heather had enjoyed the company of other men. In fact, her seduction of Bryan had come after being let down by one paramour, the highly unsuitable Dennis. Once Bryan had fucked her and made her see a whole new vista of delights, Heather was hooked. She set her sights on Bryan and only he could quell the constant burning of her loins. Heather needed a lot more sex than Bryan could provide, truth be told. He was only one man and Heather was ... well, in the old days, they might have called her a nymphomaniac or even a slut. She didn't mind being a bit of a slut and liked being a nymph. It grated on her to cheat on Bryan, so the sweet redhead found a perfect solution -- she tried girls, her friend Vickie being the first. Vickie was so perfect, blonde, hot and pliable in bed that she was far from the last girl to bed Heather. It also fell to Vickie to teach her friend a veritable arsenal of sexual tricks to use on other girls. Some of those tricks had worked quite nicely on Bryan as well. "Wake up baby, we're only about 10 minutes away," Bryan jostled Heather. She awoke with a smile; Heather was never grouchy upon waking. Horny was more common. "It's so beautiful here, we're going to have a lovely week," Heather sighed as she looked out of the car's window. "I'm glad we could both make the time." "So am I," Bryan smiled at her. Wearing just a tiny pair of shorts and a snug T-shirt, she was sexy even though casual. "Man, I'm starved. It's been a long drive; I can't wait to have some lunch!" "Oh, you'll be eating all right, but lunch will have to wait an hour or so," Heather teased as she got out of the car. "I haven't been fucked since last night and I'm so fucking horny I almost wanted you to pull over so that I could give you a blow job! I want to get inside and get in bed and have you fuck my brains out." ""I've keep trying to fuck your brains out, I've been trying that for years and you're still too damned smart for your own good," Bryan laughed as she scampered towards their rented cabin. "Damn Heather, you're an insatiable little sexpot! Don't you ever get enough?" "Never with you, Bryan," Heather said as she turned her head and grinned at him. "Never with my darling, handsome lover-brother." No matter how many times he heard it, any time Heather spoke of their incestuous relationship aloud, it aroused him. The taboo of a brother and sister fucking fueled both of their fires but there was also an undeniable bond between them. Even as kids, they had been close. He liked knowing Heather was around and she came to all of his games and cheered for him. As she got older and cuter, he envied the guys she dated and knew she would likely marry one someday. It gnawed at him and he was thrilled that things had worked out the way they had. He grabbed their bags from the car and entered the cabin. His gorgeous kid sister was nowhere to be seen. Bryan deduced in 3 seconds exactly where she was. He went down the hall to the bedroom and looked inside. As he had correctly assumed, Heather was stretched out across the king-sized bed. The view took his breath away. He had no idea how she had accomplished it so fast, but she had changed from her shorts into -- this. Now she was fully glammed up, in high heels and a faux leopard skin bra and matching stockings. Her eyes had been done up and her long red hair was fanned out on the sheets. Heather had achieved yet another seduction. "How did you ...?" "Shhh," Heather smiled, putting a finger to her lips. "A girl has to have some secrets, big brother. I don't waste time when I need a good fucking, so get your clothes off and give your baby sister what she will always want -- your cock!" Bryan smiled and started shucking his clothes. Normally he would have showered first, but when Heather got like this, the only consideration was fucking. "You think we'll ever get tired of this?" He asked her as his shirt hit the floor. She shook her head and propped it up on one elbow. "Never. You're still my favorite fuck and it never gets stale. We're meant to be lovers, our being related was just an obstacle and we found a way around it. One look at your gorgeous, hunky body and I'm all wet. God bro, I love being a slut with you." He chuckled. "You're right, as always. That is one hot outfit, where did you pick that up?" Heather smiled and her green eyes danced with delight. "Mom. I told her that it was for a favorite lover and she helped me pick it out. She even paid for it, too! Then she told me to let her know how it worked and if you liked it, she'd buy one for the next time we all fucked together." Bryan laughed. Both siblings had inherited healthy libidos from their parents and their mom was now a frequent playmate. Brigit Adamson was a large part of their highly-sexual family. "Racquel didn't mind you and me taking a week away like this?" "Nope," Bryan chuckled. "My sexy brunette wife said -- and I quote - `give her a hot fuck for me!' So I guess this fuck is from your sister to you!" He laughed as he crawled in beside his sister. "Oh yum, I'll have to give her a personal thank you when we get back," Heather giggled as Bryan nuzzled her neck. His gorgeous, slightly-older bride had been in on their incestuous secret from an early stage. The free-thinking Racquel was one of the few women who could match Heather's sexual intensity. He'd had them together several times and barely survived the experience. When you added Racquel's sister, mother and his own mom, Bryan had a small harem of whores that were willing to do whatever it took to keep him in a constant state of arousal. Heather spread her legs apart so that Bryan could begin his work. Most guys would have expected a blow job to start things off, but most guys were not her sensual brother. He loved eating pussy; her fiery red patch drew him in like a magnet. Bryan drew the tiny thong away from her snatch and began licking her. The sweet flow of nectar came almost immediately. "Ohhhh, fucckkkk," Heather moaned. "It's been too long!" "You little nut, it's only been about ten hours," Bryan laughed as he came up for air. "That's too long to be without your loving," Heather sighed. "Pick any girl you know, ask Racquel -- they'll all agree with me! My big brother is a stud!" Bryan laughed. If anything, his gorgeous kid sister had always been great at inflating his ego. He went back down on her and traced the groove of her labia with his tongue, taking time and licking her clit. Her smooth thighs clamped about his head and he felt the familiar heat as he tasted her honey pot. Heather was absolutely correct; it would never get stale between them. Their chemistry had only increased over the intervening years. Heather arched her body up for more of her brother's pussy licking. She was glad that all those years of gymnastics had kept her limber. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out and squealing with joy. There were girls she had been with who were not Bryan's competitors in the art of muff diving. He seemed to take great joy in it and took pride in his work. He never relented until Heather achieved her first orgasm and sometimes, her second. Her tiny fists thumped upon the bed as his tongue worked all along her groove. What a wonderful, considerate lover he truly was. He was down there a good fifteen minutes before she pushed his sandy-colored head away. Three orgasms this time! Heather looked at Bryan and her heart thumped and beat fast with the love she had for him. He was truly the love of her life and she was his. They loved others, but not in this way. Their passion ran true and deep and there was nothing they wouldn't have done for each other. Only Racquel had ever come close to matching Heather for Bryan's passion and they had reached their own form of détente. Heather and her sister were very simpatico these days. "Hey, are you zoning out on me, little lady?" Bryan jostled her back to reality. Some might have considered it a dig about her height, but Heather knew better. She knew that Bryan found her petite form to be very sexy and she knew how to accessorize it. "Just for a second, I was thinking about all of the great times we've had," Heather smiled. The pint-sized temptress rolled her brother on his back and reached for his cock. "I love being with you and I'm always going to love it. I'm going to give you one of my world-class blowjobs to remind you why we're so fucking good together." Heather's soft lips encircled his cock and a knowing tongue worked its magic. She adored Bryan's cock and every time she sucked him, it seemed like she got better at it. He loved everything about having sex with his sister but the preliminaries were often his favorite part. Their play always kept him buoyant and joyful. It was like being a kid with his favorite playmate because that's what she was -- his favorite playmate. Heather bobbed her pretty head up and down on the thick cock that was filling her mouth. She'd had to train herself over time not to gag, because Bryan was thick and long. It was training the delectable redhead had never once regretted because she knew how much he liked getting head from her. Anything Bryan liked, she liked. It had been that way since they were kids. "God, but I love you," Bryan groaned as his adored sister sucked him off. There in a nutshell was the reason that Heather was unafraid to commit such lewd acts, to be her brother's fuckslut. No matter what she did -- no matter what they did -- he loved her and he always would. She felt the familiar tension building inside his balls and fondled them while sucking. In a moment, she was rewarded with a mouthful of his creamy spunk. "You've finished me," Bryan panted as she moved away from him. "I'm done for the afternoon, let's have lunch and rest." "Nonsense," she said in a firm tone. "I know if I play with you a little longer, you'll be rock-hard and ready and then, you'll want to fuck me. When have you ever been able to refuse fucking me?" Bryan shook his head because he knew she was right. He never had and he never would. She had cast her spell on him those years ago. He felt her toying with his manhood and knew it would slowly creep back to life. She proved herself right in a matter of minutes and straddled his prone form and slid her red-thatched cunt against his cock. "THIS belongs to me," Heather teased with a devilish grin. "You could fuck a thousand other women but it will always come back to my pussy." She reached down and inserted him inside of her. He did belong to her and the moment she started rolling her hips and pumping against him, Bryan knew their connection was as solid as ever. The little spitfire raked his chest with her nails and really started to fuck him. Bryan sighed out his gratitude to whatever gods or demons had blessed his life with this perfect little slut. He could feel himself cumming and he didn't fight it. Bryan could last longer if he chose to do so, but he wanted to cum and then have something to eat. He had to keep up his strength if he was going to spend an entire week fucking his gorgeous hellion. Heather's body shook as her brother's jizz shot deep inside the recesses of her body. They didn't bother with condoms because there was a small part of her that thrilled at the chance of becoming pregnant with his child. Bryan enjoyed the same lurid thought at times, although it had yet to happen. A child born of their love would be cherished by them both and Racquel's family as well. Theirs was a most unusual family. Their fuck-time done, he swatted his kid sister on the ass. "You've worn me out wench, so I think you should make lunch," he told her. "Grilled cheese and some coffee while I get the rest of our things from the car." "You could cook it yourself, I'm not a servant," she said as she stuck out her tongue. Just as quickly, she scampered away and avoided another swat. She would make them lunch because she knew the delicious rewards that would come later. They enjoyed lunch and talked and then went for a swim in the lake. The water was a bit cold but their rough-housing soon made it boil. Long before they got back to the cabin, their energies were once again being directed at sex. This time Bryan got his sister down on all fours and fucked her fiery pussy in front of an equally blazing fireplace. "Let's go over to the Inn and have a nice meal," Bryan suggested. As Heather was too exhausted from screwing to cook, she agreed with that idea. She went into the extra room to get changed while her brother did likewise. When she came out, he let out a loud whistle. She was wearing a sexy black jacket and underneath, a black mesh top that was very daring. It showed off the perfect peaches that were her tits. She was wearing a short black skirt that matched the jacket and black stockings with silver high heels. On her head, she wore a cute black derby jauntily cocked to one side. "Man, every man in the place is going to be looking at you," he complimented her. "Come to think of it, probably a few of the women, too." "Let them look, I'm not sharing this week," Heather giggled. She did so like to make an entrance and on Bryan's arm, that would be simplicity itself. He matched her nicely in an expensive dark suit and tie. Both siblings had always liked dressing up, unlike many of their contemporaries. The pair got exactly the reaction that they had expected. Their waitress, a pretty young thing a few years younger than Heather, seemed smitten with Bryan. "Your boyfriend's sooo gorgeous," the waitress sighed. "If it wasn't so obvious how much he's into you, I'd try and steal him away." Heather looked at "Adele" and saw intriguing possibilities. She reached into her purse for a piece of paper and a pen and scrawled down their phone number. "Call me next week," she said as she handed it to the dumbfounded blonde. "The pair of us are a little more open-minded than you might think." The girl left the table with a huge smile on her face, passing Bryan as he returned. "What did you say to our server to put such a big smile on her face?" He questioned his sister. The demure smile she wore as she sipped her coffee indicated to Bryan that he wasn't going to get an answer any time soon. Adele returned a few minutes later, offering more coffee and dessert. Both were declined. "We'll talk soon," Heather whispered to the smitten blonde. When they got back to the cabin, Heather began stripping as fast as she could. "I have GOT to fuck you again," she gasped as her skirt fell to the ground. "I'm so fucking horny I don't know just what to do about it." Bryan gasped as she tore the mesh top from her body. "It isn't expensive, don't worry," she said to him. "Don't worry too much about the preliminaries, just take me to bed and fuck me!" Bryan knew his sister well enough by now that she actually didn't mean NO preliminaries. If he didn't eat her for a minute or two and get her prepped, she likely would have killed him. All she meant was for him to hurry. That she was as impatient to get fucked as he was to get fucking her. Her gorgeous sweet pussy was all ready and in he went. She was soaked and as soon as his own cock was prepped and ready, in he went. No man could ignite her passions like Bryan and Heather howled to let him know just that. She was not going to be a passive fuck; she ground her body back at him and thumped her body against his invading prick. Bryan knew what was going on; his sister's libido far outweighed his own. He was curious about what had passed between her and their lovely server. Had Adele ignited something in Heather? It would not be the first time and it really didn't matter. Whatever had caused this surge in Heather's sex drive, Bryan was grateful for it. He was reaping the benefits. Heather fucked back at her brother's cock, her body thrilling to the familiar sensations of her lover deep inside of her. He felt so hot as his cock moved in and out, her walls gripping and holding him tight. She wiggled her petite frame against his hard, lean torso, wanting as much as he was capable of giving. Never a shy little naïf, when Heather had something she wanted, she held on to it. What she wanted most of all, what she always wanted, was Bryan's cock. When he made her cum the first time, Heather was far from satisfied. She fucked him for a number of hours more until he begged off, needing a break for nourishment. Bryan didn't get much of a break that evening or even when it was long past midnight. He had just finished a sandwich and cup of badly-needed coffee when Heather walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a sheer, royal blue lingerie ensemble with matching heels. She put a little extra sway into her walk as she approached him. "I hope you're ready for more," the sexy kitten purred in her most seductive tone. "I bought this little ensemble just for you because I knew it would entice you." Bryan didn't need to explain to his gorgeous kid sister that she could entice him even if she had been wearing burlap. He was just happy that she still liked to play the game of seduction after all of this time. Feeling a touch playful himself, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. Now it was his turn and he wanted preliminaries. Heather could tell. She could always read his moods. She pushed her brother on his back and straddled his muscular torso. She gave him a look he knew all-too well by now. Her long red hair trailed down his chest as she toyed with him. Heather's impish smile said it all. She was going to make the preliminaries as much fun as the fuck. Her hands and lips did some of the work. Bryan's flesh began to tingle. When she slid her mouth around his cock, there came a very cool, chilly feeling. She had slipped some mints in her mouth before blowing him! The feeling was incredible and it was all that he could do not to cum. Heather and Bryan's New Life Ch. 02 Heather slipped her mouth off of his cock and swung her body around. It was sometimes difficult for them to eat each other, given their height difference, yet always worth the effort. Bryan's talented mouth had her cumming in minutes. She screeched out with delight and was gasping when he was done. Now it was time to fuck and this time, she really tore him apart. Her body, her face, her nails, her hair -- all of these were weapons she wielded in her sexual arsenal. Fucking him to a frazzle was her goal and one neatly accomplished. Bryan finally admitted defeat and she snuggled close in his arms. They still had six more days of vacation left and Heather's deviant mind was already developing ideas for each and every one of them. Heather and Bryan's New Life Ch. 03 Just in time for the holidays (I hope) a new Heather and Bryan story. Please enjoy! ~~BrettJ * For the first time since they were both children, Heather Adamson and her brother were having a fight. It wasn't just a small fight either -- this one was a major disagreement, with yelling and cursing and tears on Heather's part. She couldn't understand why her beloved brother was being so pigheaded. Bryan was often the most reasonable of men, that was one of the reasons she had fallen in love with him in the first place. "He's our father Bryan and you two used to be close," Heather argued her point again, although she knew it was in vain. When Bryan made up his mind, he was not easily dissuaded and no amount of persuasion could budge him. Even offers of various little sex acts had not made him reconsider -- and there was no one that Bryan loved to fuck more than his sister. "He's a cheating prick who snuck around on mom," Bryan said, his jaw clenched so tight that he might almost break his teeth. "Your mother isn't angry at him anymore, you know that," Racquel said as she entered the room. She had topped Heather's offers of fun sex, knowing her husband could be tempted. She had a few girlfriends she might be willing to put on the sacrificial altar if need be, yet Bryan remained firm in his resolution. "Mom isn't angry because she landed on her feet," Bryan argued. He loved his wife and his sister. He loved them as individuals and as his best girls. Things were never better in his life, yet he felt betrayed by his father. His dad had cheated on his mom with another, younger woman and, Bryan thought, left their mom high and dry. He knew, in part, that wasn't totally true, but he wasn't ready to forgive. Not just yet. "If your mom hadn't been there to pick up the pieces ..." "Which she was," Racquel sighed. One of the weirder parts of an already-weird family was the newest little wrinkle. After Racquel had hooked up with her sister and her own family, Bryan's mom had met -- and really got into -- Racquel's own mom. Ingrid and Brigit had fallen hard for each other and were living together, along with Racquel's gorgeous sister, Carrie. They all laughingly called themselves "Bryan's Babes" or referred to themselves as his "harem". Including a few other friends of Heather's, Bryan had constant sex and more threesomes than one man would ever have expected to experience in a lifetime. Sexual satisfaction was guaranteed -- yet he could still not let go of his indignation over his father's betrayal. "I'm going Bryan, he asked us to visit and it's been long enough since I've seen him," Heather said as she stamped a stiletto-clad foot on the ground. "He wants to see me and I'm going. Alexus says his new wife is a lovely young woman and that Daddy is happy. Racquel honey, are you coming with me?" Racquel looked at her handsome young husband and saw that he was visibly upset and shaken by all of this. She had planned to be a supportive sister, but she declined. "I have to stick with him, even if I don't agree with him," she sighed. "I married him for better or for worse," she said and tried to manage a weak grin. "Call Alexus and take her along, I'll do -- something -- to snap him out of this funk." She kissed Heather's lips with as much passion as familial affection. "Have a good time and hopefully when you get back, things will go back to normal -- well, our version of normal," she laughed as Heather walked out the front door. "YOU are being a monumental ass," Racquel said to Bryan and left the room. While she was going to placate him in a little while, she decided that it wouldn't hurt him to stew for a little while. Every so often, it worked to her benefit that she was the older one of the couple. This would be one of those times. She would let Bryan stew in his own juices for a while and then, she would be the dutiful and loving wife. "Bryan's that pissed off at George, is he?" Alexus said as she got into the new car beside her niece. Heather and Bryan had invested in a new car after his marriage to Racquel. "Wow, even your mom isn't that ticked," she said as she slid in and let her skirt ride up. As ever, she wore a skirt short enough to show miles of leg. She tossed her strawberry-blonde head about to tousle her hair loosely and smiled at her niece. She and Heather were as thick as thieves and had shared a number of adventures since that wonderful "first time". "Yes, but he was always closer to mom and I was Daddy's girl," Heather sighed as she gunned the engine. "Don't get me wrong, what Daddy did was wrong, but it's all in the past. Mom's happy and certainly Bryan can't go casting any stones about right or wrong -- not with what we're doing," she said to her companion. "He just needs to accept the fact that we don't have a conventional family and we all seem to be motivated by sex, Daddy included," she rationalized. "Does your father know anything about ...?" "Our crazy arrangement?" Heather giggled sweetly as the car moved speedily down the highway. "God, no. Daddy and mom might have been swingers, but I don't think he'd condone incest. Mom was always the free thinker in our family, despite outward appearances," Heather explained. "That's too bad," Alexus sighed and kissed her niece on the cheek. "I'd love to fuck my brother, even just once. Your mom told me he has a pretty nice-sized cock," she said. She remembered the emotion that had invoked in her, leading she and Brigit to have a rather intimate encounter that had lasted for several hours. "I'd fuck Daddy too, I know he's a good lover," Heather commented. Her mother had been equally candid with her and in similar ways. "Mom even thinks he has a secret little thing for me, although I don't know why she thinks that. He's certainly never indicated any desire for me in the past that I could see," she told her aunt. When Heather met her dad's new wife, she could see why her mom had those thoughts. Barbara Adamson looked a lot like Heather; they were both petite redheads, although Barbara's hair color was closer to Alexus'. They seemed to have similar personalities and both had favored short, pink outfits that showed nice legs and cleavage. For some reason, George was oblivious to it, but his sister caught on in a New York minute. Looking at Barbara, she was fairly sure the wife had now clued in as well. Barbara turned out to be a wonderful cook, a fine hostess and fun to be around. Heather liked her immediately, as did Alexus. The three women spent most of the afternoon chatting so much that George got a bit bored and went to the den to watch football. When he was gone, Alexus and Barbara both started to laugh. "What?" Heather wanted to know. "I've often wondered what attracted your father to me, why he married me," Barbara commented as she looked at Heather. "Now, I know." "I'm not getting it," Heather said, eliciting peals of laughter from her aunt. "Your father married Barbara because she reminds him of you," Alexus explained. Heather shook her head "no", but Barbara shook her head "yes". Then Heather understood -- this is what her mom had been talking about. "Oh God, I'm so, SO sorry," Heather apologized. "You must be totally freaked out; you're married to a man who ..." Barbara stopped her. "I'm not freaked out, I'm amused. I married an older man, so I have my own Daddy issues. Besides, I can't fault him -- he has excellent taste," Barbara winked and put her hand on Heather's bare knee. "Ooh, I like where this is heading," Alexus giggled. "Where is this heading?" Heather asked. There was a jovial little smile curling at the end of Barbara's mouth. "Is she always this clueless?" Barbara asked of her "stepdaughter", who happened to be all of 4 years younger than herself. "Normally, no," Alexus winked at her new sister. "Normally, she picks up on the tiniest little things." "How would you know?" Barbara asked, playing a game of cat and mouse. "Oh, I have intimate knowledge," Alexus said, going along with the game. "Why do I feel as if I'm the only one not involved in this game?" Heather asked. As if to clue her in, Barbara got up out of her chair and went to sit beside Heather on the couch. Before Heather had the chance to say yet another word, Barbara put her arms around the other girl's neck and kissed her on the lips. "Oh, now I see," Heather sighed as Barbara broke the kiss. "Barbara is one of us," she smiled at Alexus. "I sort of figured that out early on," Alexus laughed. "I just waited to see how long it would take you to clue in." "My friends call me Babs or Barbie," the young woman smiled. "Your father will be in the den for hours, probably until dinner. It's only a bit after 3 now. Would you like to go for a swim or have a little fun upstairs?" She winked. "Upstairs, definitely," Alexus smiled with Heather in total agreement. Three little spitfires ran up the stairs, intent on debauching themselves for a while. Heather was thrilled to have a new playmate and equally thrilled to be sharing her with her favorite relative, next to Bryan, of course. She found Babs to be the sexiest little piece she had seen in a long time, and it wasn't just her resemblance to Heather herself. She loved Babs' cupcake tits, perfect ass and sweet, freckled face. Heather couldn't wait to see the young woman between her legs, possibly while being fucked by Alexus and a strap-on. Babs obviously had clued in to her Daddy's behaviors fast; she also knew that George was in another world while watching sports. She made a little show of getting nude, some for Alexus, but mostly for Babs who had not seen her naked before. As ever, Heather wore decadent lingerie designed to entice. Even if just in a casual top and jeans, her lingerie was always top-drawer. Babs licked her lips and came over to Heather. "We are going to be the best of fuckbuddies," she said and slid her tongue deep into Heather's mouth. All the while this was going on; Alexus was getting undressed as fast as she could manage. She had wanted to fuck Barbie from the first time she had met her brother's new toy. "Fuck, what hot bitches," Alexus said as the two younger women embraced her. With peals of laughter, they fell to the bed, red tendrils falling everywhere. Kisses rained down on soft skin and lingerie was peeled away, with high heels remaining. Heather straddled Babs' face while Alexus got her burning cunt and devoured it. While Heather kept bare, Barbie kept a red tuft above her prominent, pink lips, Alexus noticed. Her tongue went in deep for as much of Barbie's juice as she could glom on to, while Babs showed gorgeous little Heather that this could not possibly be her first time with a girl. Heather was thrilled to add yet another new member to her depraved little clan and thought what an absolute moron her brother had been to skip out on this trip. As soon as she could swing it, Heather was bringing Babs home for a visit, to introduce her to the others. The thought of this petite beauty and Racquel got Heather's kitty purring loudly. "Do you like toys?" Alexus asked, wanting to kick things up a notch. When Barbie murmured that she did, Alexus retrieved her purse. As she often did on escapades with Heather, she had come prepared. She attached a strap-on to her waist. Once securely fastened, she started to screw her new relative with vigor. Alexus thought that her friend Brandi would love this little slut and decided she would have a lingerie party soon and invite the newest member of the family. There would certainly be enough attendees and she doubted that anyone would go away unhappy. Barbie sure seemed to like chowing down on Heather's cunt, not that anyone could blame her. Heather was the sweetest piece of ass that any woman or man could ever have hoped to bed -- although Barbie was keen competition. Luckily for the three of them, this wasn't a competition of any sort. The trio fell apart for a while, with Barbara panting and gasping. "Oh wow," she laughed. "I'm going to love family reunions, I can tell," she told the others. "Yeah, we have our good times," Alexus commented. "You should see her brother ..." and realized she had inadvertently let the cat out of the bag. She was so used to the cavalier attitude of everyone else; she had forgotten that Barbie was not yet privy to the goings-on. She shrugged and Heather let out a nervous snicker. "You might as well clue her in," Alexus said, so Heather gave her the back story. "Wow, so this is the family I married into?" Barbara grinned. "Lucky me." "Not right now, sorry," Heather said sheepishly. "Bryan would love you to pieces, I know it, but he's so pissed at Daddy right now. He'll come around, he can't stay mad at me -- and his wife is working her magic as we speak -- but I don't think we should rock the boat just yet," she told Babs. "Yeah, and I shouldn't really think about cheating on George," Barbara said and held out her hands to hug the two women. "This is just a diversion, your Dad knows I like girls. He's cool with it, he just doesn't have to know about us," she concluded. The other two whole-heartedly agreed and snuggled up. "Is anyone tired?" Babs said to Heather and then, to Alexus. Both women shook their heads so Barbara got out some oils, toys and a few other things. "I still think that we have a bit more time," she told the lovely girls. "We can have some more sexy fun until it's nearly time for dinner." "You won't hear any objections from me about that," Heather grinned and Alexus smiled in agreement. "You're fun to be with; you'll fit in this nutty family of ours quite well." "Hey!" Alexus piped up in mock protest. "Watch who you're calling nutty, young lady." "Okay, okay," Heather laughed. "How about kooky?" "Yeah, that works," Alexus snickered and the three of them fell back into each other's arms. Barbara had the most beautiful touch, both of her new lovers agreed with that sentiment. The two redheads enjoyed the sweet and loving touches of the third. Indeed, they looked very much like a family, a loving family, with strong emphasis on the "loving". There wasn't one thing that Alexus or Heather suggested that Barbara didn't seem willing to enjoy. Heather, in particular, found Babs a very willing, giving and attentive partner. She could easily see why her Daddy had become smitten with the younger beauty. Hell, if her mom had left her Dad for Babs, Heather could have understood it. She was just adorable beyond her years. Not only that, despite having the sweet look of an angel, she was a sexually voracious little bitch. "Okay, I'm officially fucked out," Heather groaned as she flopped back on the comfortable bed. Seeing a disbelieving look from Alexus followed by Babs, she added the words "For now." They both joined her in raucous laughter and got dressed. When they reached downstairs, it was just in time for all of them to greet George, who was just leaving his den. Heather looked at her dad and the thought still lingered -- once, just once, she wouldn't have minded sleeping with him, just to see. As they started preparing for dinner, Babs cornered her. "I think we should formulate a plan," she said to the slightly-younger woman. "You'll never know until you try." At first, Heather was vague as to Barbara's meaning and then, it hit her. Barbara was going to help her with some kind of scheme so that she could finally make her dream of fucking her father a reality! After dinner, there was yet another game on the television, so George retreated back to his den. Normally, Heather might have been a bit annoyed, as her dad was ignoring both his daughter and sister. However, this also gave her a chance to scheme with Babs. "How are we ever going to pull this off?" Heather asked incredulously. "Daddy sure won't have sex with me willingly, I know that," she sighed heavily. "No, he's going to think that you're me," Babs told her. Both Heather and Alexus stared at her. "We look alike, but not that much alike," Heather argued. "It will never work." "It might," Barbara told both women. "We have similar builds and your father likes sex with the lights off. If you wear one of my teddies and wear your hair up and sneak in after he's asleep, we might be able to get away with it. It's a risk, but are you willing to take it?" Heather looked at Alexus and her aunt encouraged her with a smile. "Yeah, I guess so," she grinned sheepishly. "What's life without a little adventure?" "Good girl," Babs smiled. "You keep George company and I'll bunk with Alexus. We'll try to think of something to do," she smiled at her sister. The girls all broke into a fit of the giggles immediately after that. Heather found Babs irresistible and was almost jealous of Alexus for getting to spend the night alone with her. Her only recourse was the thought that she would be spending several more evenings in Babs' company and didn't doubt that virtually all of them would be as erotic as this afternoon had proven to be. It was almost midnight by the time Barbara let Heather know she felt George was asleep soundly enough for their scheme to work. She had brought a pink and very sexy little teddy for Heather to wear, with sexy black mules as an accessory. "Your dad bought them for me and he loves them," Barbara smiled. She herself was wearing a white body stocking while Alexus was in a negligee. It the plan had fallen through, Heather wouldn't have minded staying put. Her companions urged her to move forward, so she took a deep breath and moved a few doors down the hall to her sleeping Daddy. She opened the door and expected to her him snoring -- she knew he snored, but not tonight. He looked massive alone in the big bed. She got in beside him and was a bit surprised to see he was naked and, oh God!, he had a nice-sized cock. She stroked it for a few minutes and George started to stir. He went to say something, but she shushed him and then, she worked her magic on his cock. Months of sex with her handsome brother had made her an expert and she took him all the way down. From George's groans, she must have been doing a good job and she hoped he didn't notice a change in style from the way Babs did it. They had only been able to exchange a few suggestions, Babs had told her that George liked his blowjobs slow and a little wet, even noisy. Heather made sure to incorporate all of those suggestions into her movements. Once she got a nice rhythm started, she remembered another of Babs' ideas and swung around. Apparently, Daddy liked to give and he got a thrill out of turning on his sweet little wifey. Christ, what a lucky little slut Babs was -- Daddy really knew his way around a girl's pussy. Again, she hoped that he was just out of it enough not to notice the differences. Heather had to bite her lip to stop from talking. Barbara had told her that she didn't talk much in bed, so she used that to her advantage. Daddy was making her cum, so she did moan and sigh and make noise, but only to the minimum. If her Daddy was half as good a fuck as he was at oral, she would just about lose her mind. Babs had told Heather that her Daddy liked it when she got aggressive, so that worked in her favor. She got on top of her father and let her pussy slide down, down and around his cock. It felt good in her pussy, not as good as Bryan's, but nice, thick and hot. She braced her hands against his broad chest and fucked him. Her only regret was not being able to look at his eyes and look him in the face as she fucked him bareback. She loved her Daddy, but if this was the concession she had to make, she would live with it. His hands had managed to remove her lingerie and she was nude as she fucked him. The darkness was shielding most of her, Heather just hoped it was enough. Never, ever, would she have wanted to give up this experience, she had no regrets at her little deception. Making love to her father was worth the sacrifice and her entire body responded at that thought. She screamed out her own orgasm and George followed suit. To her astonishment, a minute or so later, her father was sound asleep and this time, he was snoring loudly. She padded out of his bedroom and back to the guest room to join the girls. As expected, they were having a jolly old time. Heather and Bryan's New Life Ch. 03 "How was he?" Alexus asked, almost jumping up in bed. "Fine," Heather sighed. "Although we fucked for a while and once he climaxed, he fell right asleep." "Oh, that," Barbara giggled. "I might have had something to do with that. In order to wear him out so that he wouldn't notice our switch, I got him pretty revved up and we had a hot fuck about an hour before he crashed. He's had two really hot lays today, that usually takes it out of him." "Darn," Heather sighed. "He was good, but not as good as ... anyway, I would have liked more sex." "Since when is that ever a problem?" Alexus laughed and opened her arms wide for her niece. "Two horny ladies here, no waiting." "Let's hear it for family," Heather grinned and spread her legs wide. She wondered what her aunt would think of the surprise that she had saved for her and for Babs. She was certain that Alexus would be thrilled. Heather and Bryan's New Life Ch. 04 Later that evening, after a good meal and some tense words between them, Racquel lay curled up beside her husband, her own scheme coming to full fruition in her mind. She had a friend that she knew Bryan was dying to fuck, a lush and ethereal brunette named Ava. Ava was about 30 and had a cool, mature vibe about her that Racquel herself found alluring. She was fairly certain that Ava would swing with them if asked and that would suit Rachel just fine. There would be a price though, if Bryan wanted in on the fun. He would have to agree to forgive his sister and make peace with their dad. Bryan couldn't always wield the power in the family. There were times that Rachel knew; despite how good she looked in a short skirt, that she would need to wear the pants in their kooky, loving family. There would likely always be times where she would have to be the voice of reason, the peace-maker. While she loved her husband with all of her heart and Heather was her sister, both of the Adamson siblings could be volatile. That wasn't the way things were in Racquel's family, her mother's nature was cool as ice and Racquel rarely got her feathers ruffled. Only some of the recent sexual events in her life had stirred her up - with happy end results. Racquel told her husband that they had "won" a week-long getaway in a raffle. It was a good thing for her that he could be a bit absent-minded, for there had been no such draw. Her mom, sister and Heather had chipped into the pot so that the newlyweds could get away and allow Racquel to wheedle her way into Bryan's mind. Everyone wanted peace in the family, including Racquel. If in fact Heather's new "stepmom" was as hot as advertised, she wanted her to become a member of the "loving family" as soon as it could be arranged. She scoured her drawers and closets for her sexiest outfits and lingerie. This week would be a fucking bonanza and Racquel intended to keep her husband's libido stoked for as long as she could. Despite the fact that he saw her naked every day - and every other woman in their eccentric little clan - he still got aroused by his wife when she wore sexy lingerie, heels and bikinis. Racquel didn't think that she would ever completely understand men, but their odd behaviors contributed to the fun. She looked at the elegant new stilettos she had splurged on for their vacation and hoped that they would evoke the reaction in her husband that she hoped for. He certainly enjoyed watching Heather walk about in her heels, although she needed them more than Racquel did. The lovely brunette exhibited no jealousy because there was something almost magical in Bryan's relationship with the petite redhead. She also knew that there was no point; she would never come out on top. Racquel was quite content to be a close second in his affections and to reap the benefits. She was free to partake of Heather's fiery little box any old time the two of them cared to play and Heather had a libido twice as strong as her sibling's. All either of the sisters had to do was nod and it was game on. Racquel had ruined a few of her outfits in the tempestuous love play she shared with Heather, but it had been worth it. The orgasms were incredible and didn't seem to cease until neither of them could see straight. Racquel thought at times that she might just adore Heather as much as Bryan did. She knew the outside world might frown upon the truth of their relationship, but none of them had been happier. Clothes looked good on the leggy brunette and she had managed to supplement her income this past year by doing some modeling. At times, she had to keep her emotions in check as some of her fellow models were far too attractive for their own good. A sensible young woman, Racquel knew that if she allowed herself to spend too much time playing, her earning potential would be squandered. She certainly was no fool, if a number was offered, she took it. There would be opportunities for scandalous love play at a later date and it amused her to have one up on Heather. Raquel just knew that she had to work now and play later. She took a look at a dress she knew her husband would love; it was lacy, black, ruffled and short. He had not seen it yet and the accessories that went with it would surely drive him mad with desire. It had had that effect on someone else and Racquel smiled as she remembered her own breaking of her little rule. The smile got wider as she recalled that it had been totally worth it. Her body trembled excitedly as she vividly recalled that particular afternoon - and evening. She had been doing a catalog shoot with Marcus. She liked Marcus and had known him for a long time. Had she not been a happily married lady with more lovers than she knew what to do with, Racquel might well have fucked him. He was debonair, worldly, attractive and funny, not to mention rich as King Midas. He was a bit older than her "type" of guy, but if the last several months had taught the seductive brunette any lessons, it had taught her to consider new possibilities. The only thing standing in her way was her unconventional marriage and she did wonder if Bryan would object if she fucked another man. Now was not the time to find out. "We got some amazing shots," Marcus told her in his deep, rich voice with the still-faint trace of his Suffolk accent shining through. "Well worth every penny of the exorbitant fees I pay you." That was a running joke between them, he knew quite well that she could have earned more working for other lens jockeys, yet she made herself available whenever he called. "You're right Marc, they are incredible photos," Racquel heard a woman's voice proclaim as she got dressed behind a floral-decorated screen. It wasn't someone she knew or one of his models, this voice had an air of sophistication about it and the faintest hint of a Georgia drawl. When she came out in her street clothes, she saw the woman and had no idea who she was. All she knew was that the woman was tall and beautifully dressed, with an outfit that likely cost more than Racquel would earn from a week of posing as she had today. "Now I see why," the woman expressed her opinion while giving Racquel the once-over. She didn't halt her admiration for even a split second. "You had a model who enabled you to work such miracles. Hello my dear, I'm Ava Morgan. You like girls, don't you?" Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Ava Morgan's name sounded familiar to Racquel, but her brash outburst had caught her off guard. That in itself was a true rarity in her life. She decided that she wasn't going to be a victim, so she grinned sweetly and said "I like girls, but I love women," she purred. "There is simply no substitute for experience." Racquel knew that age and experience didn't always go hand in hand, Heather was representative of that, but why give Ava the upper hand? "Ah, she's a little pistol, wonderful!" Ava laughed. "I quite agree with you darling and if you're up for it, I'd love for you to gain a little more experience." Marcus shot her a look that told Racquel she might be treading on very thin ice. She played it cool as to see just how things played out. "Are you propositioning me?" Racquel asked with total candor. "Oh, dear heavens, my darling, yes I am," Ava gushed. "Life is simply too short to waste time on silly games. I very much want to go to bed with you and thrash about the sheets." Racquel chuckled silently. She found herself liking this eccentric, impeccably dressed woman, although she still didn't want her having the upper hand. "I'm not saying I'll do it, but you get me - what do I get out of the deal?" She questioned Ava. "I told you Ava, Racquel is one smart cookie," Marcus laughed. "I've made more than one attempt to woo her away from that husband of hers and my pleas have fallen on deaf ears," he said to the kooky brunette. "Perhaps you're simply the wrong gender, Marc luv," Ava said with a slightly-cruel teasing tone to her voice. "Much as you were in our marriage." Ouch! Had Racquel stepped into a tiff between exes? Marcus looked over at her and shook his head. "Everything is cool babe, we're still friends," he explained. "Ava and I fought like that before we were married, during our marriage and after. It's part of the way we communicate. We get along better since the divorce and Ava can sleep with anyone she wants," he said to her. "I just generally don't sleep with men," Ava commented. "Marc was one of the few men who made me cum, so I married him thinking things might be okay. I was wrong, I'm meant to be with women if I want to be happy. We still fuck on occasion, but only when the timing is right for both of us." "Like last night," Marc laughed out loud. "What can I say, sometimes a girl wants a real cock and not a rubber one," Ava said in her own, irrepressible way. "Since I first saw you, I had to possess you," she smiled at Racquel. "Are you at all interested?" Racquel was - very much so. It was easy to see that Ava had herself been a model at one time. "Yes, but I have to be honest and tell you Marc is correct, I do have a husband. I won't sneak around behind his back. I have never done that." "Admirable, I can work with that," Ava smiled, still trying to persuade the sexy model to indulge herself. "What can I do to seal the deal?" Ava glanced again at some of the photos her ex had shot the day and they seemed to provide a burst of inspiration. "I like this picture of you very much, the one with you in the black dress. Did you like the dress?" Racquel nodded. "Very much so, yes. It was probably my favorite out of all the things I wore this afternoon." "If you come back with me to my place for a late night tete-a-tete, I'll give you that dress and the accessories that go with it," Ava intoned. It was at that precise moment that Racquel realized just who Ava had to be! "You're Ava Morgan, the designer," Racquel gasped. "Oh my goodness, I had NO idea! You're simply fabulous, I love your clothes and shoes and ..." "Does that mean you'll accept my offer?" Ava said, placing two slender, perfectly-manicured fingers under Racquel's chin. Racquel had to give it a bit more thought. If she accepted Ava's offer, wouldn't that make her a ... no, because she wasn't demanding the dress, if had been offered. Still, she wasn't quite as adventurous as Heather. She didn't do things like this, that was Heather's forte. Racquel caught herself and stood upright. Didn't she often say to herself that she wished to be more like her redheaded playmate? Didn't she deserve some of her own adventures to brag about? Why should the rest of her family be allowed to be the only ones to give in to their naughtier urges? "It does," Racquel smiled and winked at Marcus. "I've been wrapped up in my little cocoon for far longer than is healthy. My husband is away for a few days, so I don't have to be home. If you still want to `thrash about the sheets', what are we waiting for?" "Nothing whatsoever," Ava said as she led Racquel out of the studio. "Little girl, I am going to eat you alive," she whispered in a sensual voice. "You won't be the only one doing the eating," Racquel retorted, determined to be an equal player. "All of my girlfriends say I can be the wildest fuck imaginable." "More than one?" "Several," Racquel admitted, although of course, she declined to give details. "I don't cheat on my husband and neither of us considers swinging with another woman to be cheating." "Do you share?" Ava questioned as they walked to the parking garage where Ava had parked her sports car. "We do," Racquel admitted, although once again declining to give the full details. "I love watching him fuck other women and he gets extra-hard when I party with a girl," she explained. "We have lots of playmates." She didn't know if Ava would be able to deal with her incestuous admissions, sophisticated and worldly though she was. Ava lived in the penthouse apartment of one of the most exclusive buildings in town. When they entered the apartment, there was an attractive Asian maid waiting to greet them. She almost glared at Racquel, although she didn't say anything. "She doesn't seem to like me very much," Racquel commented. "Do you sleep with her?" Ava nodded and a practically evil grin crossed her lovely face. "I sleep with all of my employees, which is why I only hire women," she said to Racquel. "Beautiful women, I have my own little harem at my disposal." "Then why did you feel the urge to sleep with me?" Racquel had to know. "I love new conquests," Ava said as she took her new friend's hand and led her towards the sumptuous bedroom. "Don't worry about Klaudia, she'll come around," she informed Racquel. "I'm sure we can figure out some way to convince her that you'd make a better friend than an enemy." Racquel nodded and she flashed on the image of herself, Ava and the luscious Asian girl in bed together. She had always found Asian women to be really hot, so a little party wouldn't be unwelcome. Still, that was for the future. She was here to get it on with Ava and before she could even formulate a game plan, Ava had changed into a slinky black peignoir. "I always wear lingerie to bed," she explained to Racquel. "As a designer, I like to know how well it works and looks." "I don't know how functional it is ..." Racquel commented, lost in Ava's erotic allure "... but I can tell you that it looks hot as hell!" "Thank you, darling girl," Ava continued. "Are you going to show me your lovely body or will I have to suffice myself with the images I've already seen?" She teased. "Now, that would hardly be fair, would it?" Racquel smiled. "I'm afraid my lingerie isn't quite as fine as yours, but I still hope it pleases you." She had worn a turquoise bra and tiny matching thong and it worked nicely against her tanned skin, or so Ava told her. There were no further barriers impeding them, so they met in the middle of the room and shared a warm kiss that got hot as fast as they could make it. "Oh my yes, you do know how to kiss another girl and get her heated up!" Ava gushed. "I have a lovely large bed waiting for us and I made you a promise about tearing up the sheets. Let's get to it, shall we?" Racquel nodded and the two women linked hands and crept up on the bed. They took their time to explore each other, none of their lovemaking was hurried. Kisses were exchanged, ears were nibbled, lips mingled with wanton desire, hair was caressed and pussies were allowed to moisten. Their lingerie was removed slowly and with the utmost care and they moved into a sixty-nine so naturally that several minutes elapsed before either of them came up for air. Ava's Sapphic skills were comparable to Heather's and superior to most. The two women were wrapped around each other for a time and they didn't feel the need to unravel. Racquel felt quite comfortable in Ava's slender arms, like they belonged together and had been lovers in the distant past. It was significant to note that neither she nor Ava had taken the lead in their shared passion. It had quite naturally been a meeting of the minds with bodies following along. Ava seemed to have a penchant for oral lovemaking, which suited Racquel just fine. She could never get enough of a talented tongue and her new lover certainly had that. Her slinky tongue worked wonders on Racquel's needy cunt and her lips suckled the brunette's nipples until they were the stiffest she had ever known them to be. She felt like putty in Ava's skilled hands, although she did her level best to reciprocate. Ava knew every inch of Racquel's body, despite their being total strangers only hours before. Ava liked to tease and she showed Racquel just how much during their initial bout of lesbian play. She would bring Racquel to the very brink of orgasm and then, before the other woman could even blink, she would move her attentions elsewhere. Racquel would have objected, save for the fact that every part of her body was on fire and that it spurred her on to her own eroticisms. Her hands seemed to be moving of their own accord and she was swearing like a sailor, telling Ava to "fuck me like a lesbian pig, you sophisticated slut!" While it all seemed to be somewhat ludicrous, it was having the desired effect on the pair of them. Ava got wilder and Racquel did everything she could to keep up with her new lover. She got into biting, scratching and pulling Racquel's long, thick hair. Her obscenities flew fast and furious and Racquel was thrilled to hear them. She knew that she would have to explain the marks on her body when her family saw them, but it would likely make for a story that would lead to further fun with those she loved. The two women were almost tangled up in a knot when they finally had to surrender to exhaustion. As promised, they had indeed thrashed about the sheets, some of which were soaking wet and some of which lay strewn about on the floor. Racquel knew that a return bout was in the cards. As she got dressed, Ava wrote out a note and handed it to her. "Take that to any boutique that sells my merchandise," she instructed Racquel. "They will all recognize my signature, get that dress and some things to go with it and they'll bill me." Racquel was about to protest when Ava held up her hands. "I like to spoil people, so indulge me, will you?" She smiled as they walked into the spacious foyer. The maid was waiting with a tray of coffee - and a scowl even larger than she had worn before. "Now Klaudia, you wipe that scowl off your face," Ava instructed. "You know I have to be free to enjoy variety and honestly darling, can you blame me? Marcus always uses the sexiest women, just look at her!" She complimented Racquel. Although Racquel could see the maid didn't want to like her, she did manage a smile. "Much better baby, if you behave, we'll invite you to join us next time. This lovely bitch is a really hot piece, she doesn't even mind me biting and scratching." Klaudia remained gracious after her employer's well-phrased admonition and the remainder of her time with Ava was a joy. As expected, Bryan wanted a full accounting of her adventure and so did Heather. As a "dutiful" wife, Racquel was more than happy to provide an example of what she had done with Ava, using Heather as a stand in. They didn't get much sleep that evening, but a series of yawns was a small price to pay for a night such as they enjoyed. Racquel had made Ava seem almost irresistible to her husband and the photos of the one-time model had only served to whet his appetite. Ava had agreed to go along with Racquel's scheme, although not without a small proviso of her own. No matter - her friend / lover would likely be her bargaining chip in the next few weeks, one that might bring peace back to their household. At the very least, she knew watching Ava and Heather together in conjugal carnality would be a cause for celebration - one which Racquel fully intended to share with the very delicious Klaudia.