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Anna and Dawn Part 2
by Isabella

Story Codes: M/F, M/g, m/g, M+/g oral, Under age, Incest, Father/Daughter, Trans, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

Anna and Dawn 2

I woke up purring like a kitten on cat-nip, I'd woken from the most wonderful dream of my life where all of the mysteries of sex were unfolded in front of me, I felt totally relaxed and didn't have a single question about sex in my mind and I couldn't remember the last time I woke up without a question about sex on my mind. I wriggled my body, serpent like in my bed, I wondered what the time was and jerked my body, mid slither to look at my clock and crashed my forehead into Anna's. I was confused, we didn't have a sleepover planned and the fact that Anna was wearing one of my nighties, it certainly wasn't a planned event. Her hand rubbed her forehead, "What time is it?"

I lifted my head and looked past her at my clock, "It's nine o'clock!"

"What day?"

"Saturday!"

"I distinctly remember, before I went to bed last night, asking for a wakeup call at half past Sunday, not the middle of Saturday night!"

I pushed my body up into a sitting position and my pussy made a farting sound, I placed my hand over it and two fingers slipped into my body...that had never happened before...I was usually so tight that I had to push hard to get just one finger in my pussy in the past if I was pleasing myself!

"Anna...did we go to a party last night?"

Anna smiled and she nodded her head, "We did and you got lucky with two men!"

I said, with a measure of uncertainty, "And you got lucky with about a dozen men?"

She nodded her head, "I did...most of them I sucked off but at least four of them fucked me as well!"

I shook her shoulder, "Don't go back to sleep Anna, your dad's car is outside!"

Anna looked, "Not my dad...not even our dad, that's Paul's car...my mother's husband!"

I gasped and thought, 'So it wasn't all a sexy dream, Anna had obviously been told the same thing as me last night...our grandfather wasn't our grandfather, he was actually our biological father and we were actually half sisters and not cousins!

I could hear the sound of gearwheels churning and see steam coming out of Anna's ears, then she suddenly snapped her fingers, "Shit, we're going to Grandma Pat's house today!"

Anna's face turned into a grimace.

"Oh come on Anna, your mother's mother isn't that bad."

"It's not that...I just remembered something...you might find Paul hits on you a lot after last night!"

I scrunched my face up as I looked at her, "Why would my Uncle Paul start hitting on me all of a sudden?"

"Well, he has wanted to fuck you ever since your tits started showing through your tight 'T-shirts' but your mother told him that he wasn't allowed to hit on you until you had started to have sex under your own volition!"

"That's okay, just don't tell him that I've started having sex!"

Anna's grimace grew deeper, "I'm sorry but he already knows...I sent him a text message last night while you were rolling around on the floor, fighting with your tight jeans, I told him who I'd sucked and who had fucked me and I told him about you, Simon and Dan Cooper!"

"Why the hell did you tell your father what you'd done...never mind telling him what I've done?"

She gave me a smile, "He likes to know all about the fun things I get up too, he taught me all about sex after I had my first disappointing try with a boy of our age so now I tell him everything!"

I pulled my dressing gown on, "I'm going down to breakfast!"

Anna followed me out of my bedroom, the nighties that we were both wearing were the same, they were both totally see through because they were so thin, the nighty didn't look quite so bad on Anna as it did on me because she'd shaven her pussy so there wasn't any hairy beard showing through the front, just her double bull's eyes on top!

I opened the door into the kitchen, Paul stood next to my mother and as I opened the kitchen door, he jumped away from her, turning his back on me before turning and leaning his bottom against the sink unit. Anna ran past me, she jumped onto the tips of her toes and wrapped her arms around Paul's neck and kissed him on the lips. I was doing a lot of looking at people with a more critical eye than I had done in the past, the thing was, I'd seen this scene before but I'd never registered my mother wiping her lips on the back of her hand before...Anna often slept over at my house and Paul often picked her up and this scene repeated over and over again, Anna would usually be wearing her own nighty though and her own dressing gown as well but the kiss was always the same and her father's hand stroking down her back as they kissed, that was always the same too but I'd never registered the fact that he grabbed a handful of her arse while he was doing it. I looked from Anna and Paul to my mum and dad, they were both watching Paul groping Anna's arse as well and neither of them reacted to the scene at all.

I sat in my usual seat at the kitchen table and after Anna had finished her good morning kiss with her father, she sat in her usual seat for breakfast right next to me.

I spotted the change in Paul's behaviour straight away, after Anna left him he came and stood at my side, he stroked my hair and started talking to me about boyfriends, his hand slipping from my hair and onto my shoulder, massaging my levator scapula muscles. I looked at my mother and my dad, he was actually dressed in the full 'Joan' costume including wig and makeup and Paul didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by the way his brother was dressed, my father was more interested in his morning newspaper than what his brother was doing to me...my mother though was watching every movement with a smile on her face.

Paul asked me if I'd like to go to the theatre with him on Monday evening to watch him acting in his amateur dramatics performance, I said, "I'm sorry Uncle Paul, Monday's a school night, I don't go out on school nights, sorry but thanks for asking."

I gave my mother a sly look, she was nodding her head in agreement with me and smiling, she had definitely been impressed with my answer.

I went up to my bedroom to get changed, Anna followed me, she borrowed one of my summer dresses but she didn't bother asking to borrow a bra or knickers.

I said, "Are you sure that you want to go on a visit to your maternal grandmother dressed for sex?"

She gave me a wink, "There are just as many men in Wales as there are in Northamptonshire and I always end up going out to play for a while whenever I visit my gran anyway!"

It took Anna just thirty seconds to get changed out of my spare nighty and into one of my summer dresses, I had pulled a clean pair of jeans out of my wardrobe because the ones that I was wearing had got very messy around the crotch on my walk home from the party last evening, Anna was already gone as I put my knickers on, I looked at my jeans and then changed my mind and swapped the jeans for another of my summer dresses...a sleeveless dress with one inch wide shoulder straps. The struggle I'd had getting tight jeans on over sweaty legs was definitely on my mind as I got dressed...that and the thought of sex and because the thought of sex had popped into my head, I didn't bother putting a bra on before my dress!

I finished getting dressed and then I sat in front of my bedroom window to put a little makeup on my face and that was when my father called up to tell me that he was going out and that he'd see me later. I brushed through my hair and then I went down to the living room, mum met me in the living room and she said, "How are you feeling today darling?"

I gave her a confused look, "I'm okay I think...why do you ask?"

"Well, after last night...I mean it was your first time and you let Dan Cooper take your virginity, he's not a small man and he's a very aggressive lover, I imagine that you could be very sore today!"

I shook my head, "Dan Cooper didn't take my virginity, a man called Simon did that thirty minutes before him but you're right, when Dan had sex with me he was very rough and forceful but Simon had been very careful and loving when he took my virginity!"

"So, you're not sore at all today then?"

I shook my head.

"You're very lucky, I've known girls of your age losing their virginity to an adult man and not wanting to have sex again until they are adults themselves...", she gave me a close look, she was studying my face, looking for any change of expression, "When do you think that you would like to try sex again?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, like this month, next month...next week or...well, if the opportunity arose, would you try it again today?"

That caused me to smile, I looked to the window and the street beyond, "Well, it isn't like there's a queue of men around the block...I guess the next time the opportunity arises!"

Mum gave me a smile, "There is actually quite a long list of men who would like to have sex with you...many of my boyfriends have told me that they'd like a crack at you for the last three years...your problem is, you're too pretty for your own good and since you started to grow breasts, men drool over the thought of taking you to bed!"

"Like who?"

"If Paul hadn't already promised to take Sarah and Anna to Pat's house in Cardiff today, he would have wanted to take you to bed this morning!"

I spotted movement out of the corner of my eye, I pointed to the living room window, "Mrs Baxter is at the front door mum!"

Mum went to the front door to speak to Mrs Baxter just as the phone rang in the kitchen. I ran through to the kitchen and answered the phone, "Vicky, my mad batty wife has offered to look after Peter Black for the day but she had forgotten that she has an important meeting today...any chance of giving me a hand with Peter darling?"

"Mum's at the front door with Mrs Baxter grandpa, I'll ask her to give you a call when she's finished at the front door!"

"Oh, hi Dawn...did you have fun at the disco last night?"

"I had a lovely time, thanks grandpa."

I walked back into the living room, I was smiling at a few memories I had of Peter Black, his parents had split up last November and he and his mother had taken temporary refuge in Grandpa's farm house so it was one of the few times that Peter had been at our family Christmas party at the farm.

Peter was fourteen years old and I was still ten years old, Peter had been trying to ambush me or Anna under the mistletoe, trying to force us into kissing him...I have to say that I'd acted like a baby and had fought him off and then run a mile but Anna had let him have a good long kiss several tines through the evening on Christmas Eve. I'd watched most of their kisses from afar but the kiss just before midnight...well, I totally missed that one because they left the living room and found someplace quiet...private and they were both gone for fifteen or twenty minutes.

I got the feeling that Peter was desperate, he was fourteen years old and I think that all of his friends were boasting that they had lost their virginity already and Peter was the last one in his group of friends that was still a virgin.

I told mum about grandpa's telephone call, "Will you come with me?"

"Oh...mum, Peter's a pest!"

"Well, he was the last time you saw him but that was eight months ago...and once you start having sex, you really need to keep up the practice, it might be nice to try a fourteen...no, he's just turned fifteen...it'll make a nice notch to put on your bedpost...oh, and don't be surprised if your grandfather tries to get you alone with him once I've told him that you lost your virginity last night!"

I gave her a sideways look, "Is Grandpa Ron on the list of men queuing up to have sex with me then?"

"Darling, Grandpa Ron has been on that list for eleven years!"

She smiled at the shocked look on my face, "Come on Dawn, come and help out with Peter!"

"Oh...okay but if he's a pest, I'll walk back home and watch TV, leave you on your own with grandpa and Peter!"

Mum muttered under her breath, "Wouldn't be the first time!"

Mum didn't phone Ron, we just jumped into her car and she drove us the mile or so to the farm house.

I was surprised when I saw Peter, he had totally changed in the eight months since Christmas, he didn't look or act desperate now, his long dorky hair had been cut into a nice style, he was wearing shorts without a shirt on and he was in front of the house practicing stunts on his mountain bike. When he saw my mother, he dropped his bike onto the ground and ran over to kiss my mother on her cheek, he looked at me and said, "Hi Dawn...long time no see!"

I thought, 'It must be as long as the last time that you saw my mother but then I remembered that my mother had been at his father's house last Thursday...she may have visited Robin Black a few times when Peter was there!'

Actually, for a fifteen year old boy, Peter didn't look at all bad, he had well defined chest muscles, very broad upper arm muscles and a flat stomach with a well defined six pack. He gave me an awkward smile as my mother patted his bottom through his shorts and the gentle slaps from my mother seemed to ripple through his bottom and show in front of his shorts in the form of a rapidly growing erection.

He picked his bike up and pushed it to the side of the farmhouse and propped it against the wall, then he pulled his football shirt on over his head and followed us into the house.

Grandpa kissed me on my cheek, "You're growing up so fast these days Dawn, you'll very soon be a woman!"

Mum kissed him on his right cheek and then she whispered, "She became a woman last night and I'm sorry but Dan Cooper beat you to her!"

I saw that look on my grandfather's face, it was the look that a fox gets when it finds an unguarded chicken coop, the kind of look that says, 'I'm hungry now but you'll soon fill my belly!'

There was a whispered conversation between my mother and grandfather as they walked through to the kitchen, my grandfather's right arm was over the small of her back, the flat of his hand firmly on her right buttock as they approached the kitchen door. Mum stopped in the doorway and looked over at me and Peter, "Why don't you two play a game or something, there are tons of games in the games room!"

I was expecting Peter to say that he didn't want to play a game with a baby like me but he smiled and gestured with his head towards the games room.

"What do you prefer to play Dawn, Monopoly?"

I shook my head, "Takes too long to play Monopoly!"

"Do you know how to play knockout whist?"

I nodded my head, the beauty of knockout whist was that each game was over quite quickly so there were lots of points that you could stop playing with no hard feelings.

Peter started shuffling the cards, "Do you like to play for money?"

I shook my head.

"How about...just to make the game a little more interesting...I'll play for money, you play for kisses...if you win, I give you fifty pence a game, if I win, you let me kiss you!"

I was about to shake my head again until I spotted my mother standing in the doorway looking on, Grandpa joined her and wrapped his arm over her shoulder, he gave her a tray with two glasses of soda and some small fancy cakes that he had liberated from my grandmother before she went out.

I nodded my head and sat opposite Peter at the card table. Mum brought the tray into the games room and set it down on a coffee table between two massive leather sofas, "Remember, no drinks or food on the card table...I'm going to be a little busy for half an hour, try not to fight too much you two!"

I saw Peter grin at my mother and then he nodded his head as he said, "Have fun cousin Vicky!".

We played the first game, Peter lost all of his cards when we were on the fourth round of the first game, he handed over fifty pence and we started the second game, we got down to the final round, just one card each, even though Peter called trumps, I still won because I had the ten of diamonds to his nine and I got another fifty pence coin.

Peter shuffled the cards to within an inch of their life before he dealt us both seven cards each, this time, I lost all of the cards at the third round.

"Okay...so how do you want to do this?"

Peter shook his head, "I know that you don't like kissing...you don't have to pay up if you don't want to!"

I shook my head, "No, don't be silly, I agreed to a kiss if I lost a game, so how do you want to do it?"

"Shall we have a cake and a drink first?"

I nodded my head and we moved from the card table to the sofas, I sat on one and he sat on the other opposite me. We drank a little pop and then we ate a cake each and finished our break from the game with another sip of our pop. I looked over at him, "So, how do we do this?"

Peter patted his knee, "Shall we do it here?"

I pushed myself up out of my seat and walked around the coffee table. I sat across Peter's lap, the backs of my upper thighs against his bare legs, his baggy football shorts had slipped higher up his legs as I wriggled onto his lap.

He slipped his left arm across my back, just below my shoulder blades, he slipped his fingers under my left arm, the tips of his fingers just reaching the side of my left breast. He looked into my eyes as the tips of his fingers rubbed at the side of my breast, I saw a slight lifting at the corners of his lips when he realised that I wasn't unhappy with where his hand was and that I wasn't going to push his hand away.

I was waiting for the kiss but Peter wasn't in a hurry, he moved his right hand, he reached up to my face, he brushed the hair away from the right hand side of my face, tucking it behind my right ear, then he did the same to the hair on the left hand side of my face.

Peter smiled at me as he stroked his fingertips across my face, cupping the right side of my face in his palm, "You really are beautiful and I love the way that you've done your makeup today!"

I didn't go silly...in the past few years lots of men had told me that I looked beautiful and I usually went all silly and ran a mile but today, I was more grown up, I thanked him and then I said, "I think that you look very handsome, your hair is really nice now that it's shorter and..." I reached up and stroked my fingertips against the very short hair at the side of his head, "...how it feels here!"

He puckered his lips up ready for the kiss but he didn't move, he just pulled my upper body in tighter to his chest, that placed my lips in contact with his but it also allowed his left hand to slip a little further under my left arm, the tips of his fingers slipping further inside the top of my dress, his fingers curled under my breast and his thumb was on top of my breast, he applied gentle pressure on my breast and his thumb stroked up and down the topside of my tit.

His right hand slipped down from my face, down over my chest, over my left breast and onto my ribcage. When his hand reached my bare leg, it started the return journey, his finger tips lifted the bottom hem of my dress and as he started to slide his hand up under my dress, his tongue pressed against my lips, forcing its way into my mouth.

Helen Rider suddenly slipped into my head, she was a year ahead of us at school and she had formulated the 'Rider principal' and that theorised that if, during a kiss with tongues, a girl sucked the boy's tongue, it meant that she was telling the boy that she actually wanted to suck his cock...the way that she was sucking his tongue.

Peter was sword fighting the tip of my tongue with the tip of his.

I remembered a question that one of the girls in my class had asked Helen when she outlined her theory to us behind the bike sheds, "What does it mean if the boy sucks the girl's tongue?"

Helen snapped back quickly with, "It means that he wants to fuck the girl!"

"Really?"

Helen laughed, "If a boy looks you straight in the eye, it means that he wants to fuck you...if a boy puts his arm around your back, it means he wants to fuck you...if a boy wakes up in the morning, it means he wants to fuck you...if a boy eats his breakfast, it means that he wants to...well, you get the idea, a boy thinks about having sex about every six minutes of the day and while a girl wants to have sex, she is looking for a handsome boy, or a funny boy, or a strong boy...even a boy that is a talented musician, whatever it is, for a girl to want to have sex with a boy, he must have something special. For a boy to want to have sex with a girl, all she needs is a fanny...even fat Rachael, the Jewish girl with the scar on her face has been fucked by several boys!"

Peter's fingers reached my knickers and his hand backed off as if my knickers were too hot to touch.

He pulled his left hand out from under my arm, dropping my breast like that was too hot to handle as well, relaxing his grip on me parted our lips and he apologised.

"What are you apologising for?"

"Well, I thought...hoped...that you may have come here to play with me, especially when Vicky went off to have sex with Cousin Ron...she usually comes over to have sex with both of us!"

I gave him a confused look.

He looked a little exasperated as I slid off of his knee and walked back to the card table and sat in my seat, waiting for Peter to join me for the next game of whist.

He sat opposite me and as he shuffled the cards, he smiled at me and said, "Are you still a virgin Dawn?"

I fanned my cards out in my hand and sorted them into suits, the top card was turned over, it was the three of hearts, Peter said, "Hearts are trumps!"

I smiled because I had four hearts to the ace and king, I looked from my cards to Peter's face and then I shook my head, "No Peter, I'm not a virgin anymore!"

Peter looked confused, "And do you think that your mother brought you here to play with me?"

"You mean have sex with you?"

Peter nodded his head.

"I'm sure that she probably did!"

"Well then, how come you have knickers on?"

Now it was my turn to look confused, "What does that mean?"

"Well, usually...around the family, if a girl is looking for sex, she leaves her knickers off...it's like an unwritten invitation to boys and men...you must have heard the saying, knickers on, keep away...knickers off okay to play!"

I smiled at him and shook my head, "I've never heard that saying before!"

I'd won four out of the seven tricks so I would chose trumps for the next round and as the fifth card was played, he said, "How long have you been sexually active?"

My smile widened as I won the fifth trick...I smiled because the last two cards in my hand were the ace and king of trumps so the game would be won by me in the first rubber, as I collected the fifth trick I laid down my last two cards, "Game to me I think and I've been sexually active for about fifteen hours so far!"

Peter laughed, "Who did you?"

"Two men at a party last night!"

"Family?"

I shook my head, "I think I found about the last two men in the county that aren't part of our family!"

Peter collected the fourteen cards and dropped a fifty pence piece on the table at my side, "No wonder you don't know the family traditions yet!"

The next rubber was dealt and I looked at my cards, I had a definite loosing hand, too many low cards to be doing me any good at all.

There was a sound in the hall outside the games room, I looked over, mum was just walking past with my grandfather, his arm was around her neck and her arm was across the small of his back. I thought quickly on my feet, put my cards face down, flat on the card table. I grabbed my shoulder bag and ran for the hall, as if to catch up with my mother, I formulated the excuse in my head that I was going to ask her if we'd be stopping for lunch or something of the sort if Peter asked me why I'd just run out on him.

As soon as I was out of Peter's sight, I stopped running and watched as my mother and grandfather turned to climb the stairs, I waited for them to turn on the half landing before I ran down the hall to the bathroom door. As I opened the door, my mother looked over the edge of the banister rail as they climbed up the second half of stairs up to the first floor, she looked me in the eye and smiled at me, just as my grandfather was pulling the back of her dress out of the way, exposing the fact that she wasn't wearing any knickers.

Once in the bathroom, I pulled my knickers off and popped them in my shoulder bag, I pulled the chain and left the bathroom, I stopped at the foot of the stairs, the sounds coming down the stairs from my grandfather's bedroom left no doubt in my mind that my mother and my grandfather were fucking up a storm up there.

I returned to the games room, hung my shoulder bag over the back of my chair, I picked up my cards and looked through, before I left the games room. I had sorted my cards in number order rather than into suits and they were still in that order on my return.

I started sorting into suits, "When we were kissing...you put your tongue into my mouth, if I had sucked your tongue into my mouth, what would you have thought it meant?"

"I would have thought that you were telling me that you wanted to suck my cock!"

I smiled, "One of my friends at school told me that and I thought that she was bullshitting me!"

"This friend of yours...did she mention anything about dogs being a girl's best friend?"

He laughed at the confused look on my face, I thought, 'What's that got to do with the topic of our conversation?'

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders, "I don't understand?"

"Well being so far away from a large town or a city, lots of girls around here find it hard to find a boyfriend and some turn to their dogs for 'Companionship' and...well, let's say stress relief!"

"You mean that they suck their dogs because there aren't enough boys to go around?"

"Well, some suck their dog's cocks...some let their dogs lick their cunts out...a few even get on their hands and knees to let their dogs climb on their backs!"

I lost my confused look and my lips turned into a smile, I lost all seven tricks and as I was losing them, I mumbled, "Before yesterday, I would have thought that was total fantasy too but today, I'm not sure, some of my friends at school might chose a dog over a boy because a dog can't make them pregnant!"

I was about to push myself out of my seat but Peter wasn't moving, I looked over to the sofa, "Aren't we..." I gestured with my head towards the sofa, "I mean, I lost, don't you want to collect your winnings?"

Peter looked towards the sofa, I heard him sigh but the sigh carried, "What's the point?" but he did smile at me and he gestured with his head to the sofa as well, "Come on then!"...I got the feeling that he wanted to add, 'If you insist!'

Peter moved over to the sofa and he sat in the middle of the seat and as he sat down, he pulled his baggy shorts up as high as he could to show off the outline of his cock and balls. As I walked over to him, he pulled the leg holes of his shorts up higher, almost exposing his balls as he did, he smiled at me but this time he didn't pat his knees and encourage me to sit across his lap, "Have you started sucking cocks yet Dawn?"

I nodded my head, "I sucked both of the men's cocks that screwed me last night!"

"Can I take my kiss down there then, instead of on my lips?"

I giggled and then dropped to my knees in front of him, I stroked both hands along his upper thigh, because he had pulled the legs og his shorts up tight to his body, I only had to lift the right leg hole of his shorts an inch or less when his cock popped out, he wasn't wearing underpants under his shorts and even the tea-bag inner lining had been cut out. I looked at his cock, my mother had been right, taking a fifteen year old boy's cock would be easier than having another adult for my third lover, Peter's cock looked about an inch shorter than Dan Cooper's cock and about the same thickness as Simon's, he would make a very comfortable screw for the day after losing my virginity.

I wrapped my fist around his cock and gripped it, pulling my hand and his foreskin down towards his balls.

I don't remember when...or who had said it but all of my friends at school had been warned that boys didn't keep themselves clean in the lower region and that it was always best for a girl to look at his cock before letting him slip it in you. His mushroom head formed out of the tube of foreskin and it took another tug to expose the cock below the rim of his cock. I dislodged Peter's lint collection from under his foreskin and once I was happy that he was basically clean, I leaned forward and sucked his cock into my mouth.

In my position, my breasts were pressing down on the tops of his legs, I could feel the heat of his legs through my dress, my stomach pressing into his lower legs. Peter groaned with pleasure as I got into my stride with my mouth on his cock, "If we were at my house and we were like this, if you weren't wearing your knickers, my dad would sneak up behind you and fuck you while you were sucking me...that, or he'd send Maxwell, my dog in to jump on your back. He did that to your mother one day while she was sucking me...I had to hold her down because she was trying to shake Maxwell off of her back until he locked into her cunt...I could let her go then because there would be no way she could have dislodged him once he tied with her."

I pondered my position, I had taken my knickers off for a reason so, as I sucked his cock and rubbed it with my right hand, I moved my left hand down to my knee, caught the bottom hem of my dress and lifted it above my hips, exposing my bare arse to the games room.

It took Peter a few seconds to realise that I was no longer wearing knickers, he was on the edge of filling my mouth with his jizz but he pushed my forehead up and away from his cock to stop himself shooting off in my mouth, "You took your knickers off!"

"Yes, you told me that if a girl wants sex, it was up to her to take her own knickers off."

He reached forwards and slipped his hands under my armpits, started to pull my body up his legs but stopped, "Can we still count this as part of my winnings?"

I smiled and nodded my head.

He used his legs like a loading ramp, dragging my body into position, holding my pussy above his cock, just a few inches above his erection with my knees either side of his thighs but his cock was pressing against his belly so I reached down below me, standing his cock up with my hand so that he could lower me down onto it.

I was rocking back and forth...no, that didn't sound right, rocking would imply that it was my upper body moving and that I was stationary from the waist down...no, I was more shuffling back and forth, using the rocking of my upper body to help with the movement of my bottom up and down his lap. Fucking on a chair was certainly different to fucking in a bed, even a bed mounted five foot high up a bedroom wall!

I was working on fucking Peter, I was unsure if I was trying to get him off or if I was trying to use him to get myself off but either way, I couldn't get up enough speed to get either of us off so as I was fucking him, I started to engage him in conversation, "Did it disappoint you when I didn't suck your tongue into my mouth earlier Peter?"

He grinned at me, "it did at the time but not as much as finding that you were wearing your knickers under your dress did Dawn!"

"In my defence, I didn't know about the family traditions until thirty minutes ago!"

Peter stopped my shuffling and rocking motion, he slipped the fingers of both hands under my bottom and eased me up off of his lap a few inches and dropped me down again. I instantly felt the difference. I pulled my legs out from under me so that instead of being on my knees, my feet were flat on the seat cushion so that I could push down to lift my bottom and let it fall again by myself and faster than Peter could do it lifting me with his fingers, then I leaned in and wrapped my arms around his neck, using my arms to help me speed things up more.

Peter stole a quick kiss and then he said, "This is a lot better, can I cum in you or would you rather that I didn't?"

"I don't really mind one way or the other Peter!"

"Fucking hell Dawn...I'm so close to cuming!"

At that moment I heard the sound of my mother gasping with pleasure above our heads in the bedroom above the games room.

I realised that I'd heard that sound before and in this very room, not always my mother, sometimes it was my Aunty Sarah making all the fuss, sometimes other women, even though Peter's mother was a distant relative, I'm sure that I'd heard her in the room above the games room as well...and I think, sometimes other young girls rather than women!

I was now close to my own orgasm and I was bouncing about on top of his cock like a demented Zebedee puppet from the Magic Roundabout.

Peter started to jump and jerk about under me as he joined me in his own orgasm, he slapped my arse really hard as his seed filled my belly, his slap drove my own orgasm to a higher level and then he laughed, "It's a good job Maxwell isn't here, he'd jump on your back if I slapped your bottom like that!"

I fell against his chest and stopped bouncing up and down on his cock, his cock was still pulsating inside my pussy as it expelled semen into me.

I caught my breath and then I laughed into his ear, "I think that you're just fantasising but that's okay, whatever helps you get off is fine by me!"

He pushed my chest away from his and gave me a serious look, "You don't believe that my dog fucks women?"

I shook my head.

"The last time Maxwell fucked Vicky, I couldn't find his special socks for his front legs and his dew claws scratched her sides, between the bottoms of her ribs and the tops of her hips...it was only a week ago so the scratches will still be visible on her sides, five scratches on her left and four on her right."

Peter gave me a closer look, "You don't believe me...come up to Cousin Ron's bedroom now and see for yourself!"

I shook my head again, I thought that Peter was bluffing me, that there was no way that he would take me up to my grandfather's bedroom while my mother and grandfather were fucking...committing the illegal act of incest!

Peter pushed me off of his cock, he shook his lower body making his shorts fall back into place, hiding his cock but not hiding the fact that we'd just fucked, my fanny juice and his spunk soaking through the front of his shorts. He grabbed my right hand and he pulled me towards the stairs, the closer we got to grandpa's bedroom, the louder the sounds of fucking came across to me. Peter just pushed the bedroom door open and dragged me into the bedroom, I was almost thrown onto my grandfather's bed at the side of my mother and grandfather as they fucked, grandpa on top. They actually seemed totally unaware that Peter and I were even there until Peter touched the point between the bottom of my mother's ribcage and the top of her hip and there were the four little scratch marks that he had told me about.

"See, Maxwell's claw marks and there are more on the other side!"

My mother looked in my direction, our presence seemed to have cooled my mother's climax but it hadn't stopped my grandfather's fucking her, he didn't even slow down, he just kept banging away.

Mum smiled at me, "Did you have a nice fuck with Peter darling?"

I returned her smile, I nodded my head and said, "Yes, it was nice!"

Mum gave me a disappointed look, "Nice? Is that a word that your English teacher would approve of?"

I smiled and shook my head, "No, I would be marked down for using 'Nice', let's say that it was inspirational!"

Grandpa was still fucking at the same speed and with the same force as he was before we joined them in the bedroom, Mum smiled at Peter, "Have you got your breath back yet?"

Peter grinned and he nodded his head excitedly.

Mum patted grandpa on his shoulder, "Daddy darling...I need a rest, I need to let Peter fuck me for a while now!"

Grandpa almost jumped out of my mother's cunt, my head jerked to see his cock, it was almost an involuntary act on my part, a cock was on offer and I wanted to see it.

My grandfather's cock was almost the twin of Don Cooper's cock, it looked like it was the same length and the same thickness as well, he moved over, away from my mother and he said, "Come here Dawn darling, give your old grandfather a cuddle!"

Peter took my grandfather's place between my mother's legs, his cock was obviously smaller but he also fucked my mother much slower and with far less force that my grandfather had been using so a fuck from Peter was like my mother taking a break from fucking all together.

Ron pushed me onto my back and he heaved his body over mine, he held his body up on his hands and knees, then he rubbed his cockhead over my belly, painting lines of his pre-cum back and forth over my stomach and abdomen.

"Do you like to be fucked Dawn darling?"

I nodded my head.

"Would you like to feel my cock in your cunt darling?"

I nodded my head again.

"Well, you have to take some responsibility for your own pleasure..."

His cock had just rubbed over my pussy mound but was moving up towards my breasts to paint them in pre-cum paint. I made a grab for his cock with my hand and pulled him back towards my pussy, I wriggled and squirmed until my vagina was lined up with his cock and then I pulled the head of his cock down until it touched my pussy lips. He fell on top of me, knocking the breath out of my lungs. Fortunately my pussy was still full of Peter's spunk so the pain of my grandfather's massive cock impaling me at over one hundred miles an hour was mitigated slightly but I still groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Grandpa started out fucking me a little slower than he had been fucking my mother but he soon sped up and started to use more force, my mother was watching me and grandpa fucking and even though Peter wasn't working her body very hard, her climax was as noisy and profound as it had been when her father-in-law was pounding his massive cock into her. She was extra turned on knowing that the man fucking me to my thousandth climax in fifteen minutes was actually my own father.

The sound of a car pulling up in front of the farmhouse called an end to proceedings and me and my mother got dressed, I kissed my grandmother on his cheek as we left, we climbed into mum's car and I said, "Did you really have sex with Peter's dog last week mum?"

My mother looked away from the road, she looked me in the eye for a snatched second, "Don't look at me like that, as you get older you'll learn not to say no to any sexual opportunity...no matter how weird it might seem at the time and dogs make very good lovers, providing that they haven't been doctored!"

When we pulled up at home there was a car parked in front of our house, mum gave me an awkward smile, "Looks like Joan's boyfriend is visiting...would it make you uncomfortable to have dinner with Joan and her boyfriend?"

I gave her an awkward smile and shook my head, "No...I don't think so mum!"

Dad and his boyfriend were occupied in dad's pink bedroom, mum phoned him and asked if Patrick would like to stay for dinner, while mum was cooking dinner she told me all about dad's long term boyfriend. Patrick was a married man with three kids, Patrick had been my father's biology teacher when my father was my age and he had been my father's lover ever since.

When dinner was ready, dad came down in full Joan dress and makeup, Patrick looked very distinguished, he was over sixty years old and retired from teaching now. I found him quite sweet and very funny, a good person to talk to and I could see that he was madly in love with my father...or rather Joan.

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