Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip, Part 1

By Seamus

 

 

This is the fourth Book in a series of erotic novels (as opposed to short stories) featuring Grandpa Jack Cartwright and his wanton twin granddaughters. In Book I, "Grandpa Jack And The Twins Hook Up", the incestuous trio met the Pearson family in a restaurant out in the middle of nowhere, and the two families engaged in torrid sex within their own family group. In Book II, "Grandpa Jack And The Twins Go Camping", the Pearson family meet Grandpa Jack and his sexy granddaughters at a campground where the two families, plus some cousins of the Pearson kids, enjoyed a week of wicked debauchery in the open air. In Book III, Grandpa Jack helps all of the Pearson kids' cousins join in the family recreation and even some new families are invited to join in.

 

 

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This is… well, call it Version 1.4 of Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take a Road Trip, Part 1. It has been published before (here at ASSTR, for instance). It’s the same story, but some disconnects have been cleared up, some grammar and spelling corrected, some non sequiturs eliminated, and a little text added to flesh out the storyline where it seemed deficient. I suggest one read the first three Books because they supply a ton of background information. However, this Book can be read as a standalone if you're not concerned with undue character development, etc., etc.

 

This is a long installment in the "Grandpa Jack" series, almost 51,000 words. You may wish to treat it as a collection of short stories, reading only one chapter at a time.

 

As always, the following is a completely fictional work of sheer fantasy. I don't recommend, nor do I condone intergenerational sex; real life just doesn't happen the way it's depicted herein. Also, please do not be tempted to leap out of windows in really tall office buildings—not under any circumstances. Even if you own a really cool blue costume, trimmed in red, and with a billowing red cape, you can not fly.

 

I hope you enjoy this story. If you wish to comment, contact information is included at the end of this story.

 

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Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip

 

-PART 1

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

The big motor home RV swept majestically down the highway. At forty-five feet long, eight and a half feet wide, it had a presence sufficient to garner respect from everyone—even truckers who encountered Grandpa Jack's newest toy. They told him so on the CB. The vehicle was a dark gray, with lighter gray and turquoise highlights.

 

Last summer had been one of discovery for Grandpa Jack and his family. He and his twin granddaughters had found a family ready ... eager, actually ... to engage in ... multigenerational, intrafamilial, and interfamilial sex with Grandpa Jack and the twins (‘Grandpa Jack And The Twins Hook Up’). Very quickly after that, almost accidentally, they made contact with even more families enthusiastic about changing their pedestrian lifestyle for a new, breathtakingly taboo, way of life (‘Grandpa Jack And The Twins Go Camping’). Soon, the twins’ parents joined in the fun and games with their daughters and all the new age folks at the Campground (‘Grandpa Jack And The Twins, And Mommies And Daddies’). Fall, winter, and then the following spring, had been spent exploring their new lives, and all their new friends.

 

Now, it was early summer again, and the kids were out of school again and they were leaving all their newfound friends—and fuck partners—behind for a few weeks while Grandpa Jack, the twins, and the twins’ parents visited all three of Grandpa Jack’s other daughters and their families.

 

Everyone was a year older ... the twins were hotter, sexier, more experienced twelve-year-olds now. They were actually closer to being thirteen than twelve. Their mother was thirty-three no, but her hair was still black as coal and her body still as taut and sexy as it had been when she’d changed all her attitudes and started fucking Grandpa Jack, her father.

 

She’d changed her name; she called herself ‘Candy’ these days ... because it sounded naughtier and that’s who she was now. The twins’ father was thirty; if anything, he was more physically fit than he’d been a year earlier. His stamina was much improved too—as it had to be to take care of his twin daughters’ sexual needs, along with their mother.

 

Grandpa Jack was older too ... but another year meant nothing to Grandpa Jack. Grandpa Jack was always going to be Grandpa Jack.

 

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A deep toned BONG!!! of the master alarm sounded. It was designed to get the driver’s attention ... and it did. Grandpa Jack's RV was being overtaken by some vehicle. The bus’ umpteenth-generation ground radar said so.

 

He tapped the zoom controls for the rear-mounted HD cameras he had tasked for 'rear view' duties at the moment. The cameras were far enough apart for an excellent binocular vision view, courtesy of some expensive software Grandpa Jack had commissioned. A touch of the screen told the system to combine the separate images into one three-dimensional whole and display the result on his dashboard’s primary screen. The software searched for the anomaly (defined in the programming as something gaining on the ‘bus’ from behind) ... and there it was. Grandpa Jack could clearly see a big, bright, dark-red tractor with a matching trailer—to wit, an eighteen-wheeler—hauling ass down the road—and coming up fast!

 

It didn't matter who the trucker was, or who he was driving for. What did matter was the relatively high vantage point of the trucker's seat in his rig, and the ability that gave him to see, however vaguely, into the windows of Grandpa Jack's motor home. That was a personal danger to Grandpa Jack’s family in the ‘bus’ interior behind him and he wasn’t going to permit that.

 

Grandpa Jack sighed and turned his head inboard to make sure the, admittedly flimsy, door panel behind him was securely closed. With it shut, the whole internal cabin area from immediately behind the driver’s station all the way to the back end of the vehicle was completely concealed, because the windows at the rear and on the sides of the ‘bus’ were on their totally opaque setting.

 

Grandpa Jack shuddered. If that random trucker coming up from behind happened to see what his twin granddaughters and their parents were doing behind the polarized windows back there, Grandpa Jack, his daughter, and son-in-law would spend the rest of their natural lives in the darkest prison the state could find.

 

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"Want some company, Grandpa Jack?" Carrie’s voice seemed to come from just behind Grandpa Jack’s right shoulder. The intercom was connected to a high end amplifier and speaker system, plus a computer with the software loaded able to do many magical things, including directional sound.

 

Before answering, Grandpa Jack checked to make sure he still had a good handle on everything going on in the vicinity of the huge RV. At the driver’s station, several high resolution screens were arrayed on an instrument panel that curved around the driver in a shallow ‘U’. He could pull up information and direct it to any one of the displays. He used the control built into the end of his right armrest to move radar to the primary monitor screen and checked the traffic around the RV, made sure there were no vehicles closing with the RV, no human habitats nearby … not even any low-flying aircraft. Assured there were no dangers, he went back to a 360 degree HD camera view around the ‘bus’.

 

The red-colored big rig had long-since roared past and disappeared into the distance. The trucker hadn't seen a thing. Apparently, the driver was in a desperate hurry to meet a hard schedule because when he passed, he hadn’t even glanced over at Grandpa Jack in the RV’s sumptuous driver’s side captain’s chair. The truck driver hadn't made a single comment on the CB either, as truckers were wont to do about RVs and four-wheelers that attracted their interest ... or derision.

 

Among other things, the on-board communication system was set to key in on all nearby radio transmissions—and specified key words—to see who was saying what about Grandpa Jack’s new home away from home. Sophisticated programming monitored all CB channels, single side band, police and fire bands, cell phone frequencies ... and most of the military bands too. There was nothing coming through on any of the channels right now—Grandpa Jack and his RV were a long way out in the sticks. None of the emergency radio frequencies were in use either.

 

"You bet, Carrie, come on up," Grandpa Jack said to the empty air.

 

The intercom relayed his words to where his granddaughter stood behind the privacy panel. Grandpa Jack’d paid a ton of money for a system that could find two (or more) parties who were involved in a conversation and deliver sound only to the speakers that serviced those locations.

 

When she called up to Grandpa Jack, Carrie was standing about three feet aft of the closed panel dividing the driver’s station from the RV’s living area. She was sitting on the starboard side of the vehicle in the small section of the RV Grandpa Jack called the ‘Command Center’. It was a small built-in computer station from where all the various on-board system could be accessed and controlled. Just aft of the Command Center was the primary exit door and beyond that, a long sofa in the RV’s living room.

 

Before opening the privacy screen, Carrie re-checked the monitor screen to make sure the RV’s ground radar showed no threats before or behind the RV Grandpa Jack called the ‘bus’. Grandpa Jack didn’t mind the double checking. In fact, he encouraged it.

 

When Carrie knew there wasn’t any vehicle anywhere near them, she slid the concealing panel open and stepped forward into the driver’s compartment. Comfortably naked, the young girl stood at her grandfather’s shoulder, balancing gracefully as the ‘bus’ rumbled down the wide four-lane super highway.

 

Grandpa Jack glanced out of the corner of his eye at Carrie. He liked looking at naked young girls, but he didn’t need to in order to catalogue Carrie’s charms. He knew her body intimately. Carrie was maybe a tad taller than she’d been last summer, but she was still a skosh under five feet tall.

 

The twelve-year-old was still the same wanton blond she’d been last year though. She, and her twin sister, Alicia, still carried their firm, cone-like breasts high on their chests, jutting proudly out at the world. Their boobs were still cupcake sized ... but the cupcakes were maybe a tad larger year. The twins certainly thought they were.

 

Carrie’s coral-tinged nipples jutted a little higher off her chest than they had last year. She and Grandpa Jack liked that they were as sensitive as ever. In fact, right now, Carrie’s eraser-sized nipples were already aroused; they were swelling ... becoming more erect and diamond hard in the process.

 

Her twelve-year-old belly was still flat as a board. She didn’t have a chance of gaining weight. What with all the calories the twins burned up having sex with all the guys and gals out at the Campground, the girls couldn’t possibly put on an ounce of unnecessary weight. And she still had a pair of lovely dancer’s legs—long, slender, and beautifully shaped.

 

Carrie took a half step forward, turned to face her grandfather and shuffled backward until her heels bumped the big center console. She put her fists on her hips and shifted her left foot out to the side, wantonly baring her bald pussy to Grandpa Jack’s gaze. She grinned wickedly down at her grandpa. Her crystal green eyes glittered; a hot, lascivious hunger was shining brightly from deep in the adolescent girl’s soul.

 

Slapping the menu option on touch screen to engage the cruise control program with his left hand, Grandpa Jack used his right to engage the control that backed his captain’s chair out of the deep well between the console and driver’s side door.

 

The chair glided back two full feet. With the chair in the position he wanted it, Grandpa Jack could turn it inboard to face his young granddaughter. He slipped his right hand between Carrie’s silken thighs, caressing upward until his thumb touched Carrie’s hairless young slit. His thumb caressed the length of her pussy for a few strokes, then Grandpa Jack pressed inside the young girl’s outer labia ... and probed deeper.

 

Carrie’s pussy was already soaked; Grandpa Jack could feel the slick wetness of young-girl pussy honey dribbling down his thumb to pool in his palm. Grandpa Jack bent forward to kiss Carrie’s bellybutton and then her underbelly. He licked downward, finally touching the upper divide of his granddaughter’s slit. When his tongue couldn’t reach further under her belly, he slipped from his seat and knelt in front of the twelve-year-old temptress.

 

Carrie sucked a deep breath, then sighed happily. She parted her long legs a trifle more and pooched her groin out a little more, the better to enjoy her grandfather’s oral ministrations. Her left hand drifted down atop Grandpa Jack’s head as she urged him to lap her pussy more energetically and with longer strokes.

 

“Oooh, Grandpa Jack,” she whimpered. “That’s soooooooo good!”

 

Grandpa Jack lifted his head, grinned up at his granddaughter. Looking into her smoldering eyes, he rose, sucked her left breast into his mouth and took her nipple between his teeth. He substituted his middle finger for his tongue in her cunt and pushed it deep to explore her young cunt.

 

Carrie groaned lightly. “Ooooooonnnnnnmmmmmm!”

 

The young girl-woman took in a ragged breath. “I love it when you do that,” she whimpered plaintively. She looked skyward and threw her head from side to side. Her shoulder-length blonde hair, caught up in a ponytail, danced saucily behind her neck.

 

"Mom,” Carrie announced shakily, remembering why she’d come forward to the driver’s compartment, “is doin’ a cowgirl on Daddy’s cock and ‘Licia’s mashing her pussy all over his mouth!"

 

"And you’re next?" Grandpa Jack asked, taking a break from sucking Carrie’s entire right breast into his mouth.

 

Carrie shook her head. "He’ll do me later. I wanted to come up here with you for a while," she replied. "Wanta do something nasty with me?" she asked lewdly, grinning nastily at her grandfather.

 

"In a New York minute!!" Grandpa Jack shot back. "Whatcha got in mind?"

 

"How 'bout a big, hot, nasty ... super Interstate Highway ... fuckety fuck!!?" Carrie said, grinning mischievously.

 

Grandpa Jack nodded and smiled back at her.

 

Grandpa Jack dropped back into his captain’s chair and turned to the control panel. The first thing he did was to make sure the big motor home was still centered in the slow lane. He checked both the ground radar and LADAR readouts—then tapped the master control to disengage, then reset the ‘auto pilot’ he'd had specially designed and installed. At the time he’d had them put in, he’d been thinking of moments precisely like this. It had been prohibitively expensive, but it'd already proved its worth—this wasn’t Carrie’s first visit to the driver’s compartment.

 

Grandpa Jack tapped the screen again, querying the computer for verification of what he’d just input.

 

"Cruising speed set at six-five miles per hour ... direction of travel set for north-bound Interstate ... engine performance ... nominal,” a warm, sexy, woman’s voice reported from the empty air. “GPS coordinates ... confirmed ... exterior surveillance cameras ... traffic mode ... selected ... ground radar ... on," the voice said from the dashboard. "Lane following LADAR check—pass ... LADAR engaged!”

 

There was a brief silence. “All systems nominal ... have a fucking wonderful day, Grandpa Jack!"

 

Carrie snickered happily and Grandpa Jack chuckled. He swiveled his captain’s chair inboard and heaved himself out of it again.

 

Grandpa Jack stood there, swaying for a moment while his senses adjusted to standing in the moving vehicle. He watched the road closely and let his eyes roam the computer screens. The showed a multitude of virtual gauges and dials he’d grown accustomed to watching even in this, the first two days of the road trip.

 

Carrie admired her youthful grandfather for a moment. Grandpa was still a strong, vibrant man—just under six-feet tall, his shoulders were broad and his chest deep. The cargo shorts he was wearing exposed muscular thighs and calves over sturdy ankles and wide feet. With Grandpa Jack scanning the road ahead, Carrie could see the laugh lines only at the right corner of his mouth, but she knew the left side of his face was similarly marked; his brilliant blue eyes always twinkled. His nose was strong, but not overly big ... and his firm chin fit him to a ‘T’. Grandpa Jack still had a full head of brown hair, the same shade as the light fur on his chest. He almost always had a ready grin on his lips.

 

Carrie got busy stripping Grandpa Jack's shirt off. Seconds later, she had his cargo shorts undone too; they dropped around his ankles. Already barefoot, it was only a short moment before Grandpa Jack stood in the driver’s compartment, as naked as his young granddaughter. He stepped out of the pool of clothing at his feet.

 

"Lolita, honey?" Grandpa Jack said to the air.

 

"Yes, you sexy devil you...," the sexy computer voice replied warmly.

 

Grandpa Jack’s expressive face fairly wriggled with pleasure. He liked what the manufacturers had done with the voice activated AI that controlled all the RV’s functions.

 

"Lolita, honey,” he repeated, “...please activate cameras—in camera zone marked ‘interior bedroom’. Display all cameras in ‘interior bedroom’ on driver’s station monitor number one!"

 

The display of virtual gauges disappeared in a flash. The computer flashed up a six-way split view of the rear bedroom onto the primary driver’s console. All six of the cameras, in what was nominally Grandpa Jack's bedroom, all had good angles of the action on the wide bed.

 

"Lolita ... select camera ... ahhhh ... camera number four," Grandpa Jack ordered. The computer magnified the view from the specified camera until it filled the entire screen. "Direct audio and visual feed from camera four to cockpit passenger primary screen....”

 

The bedroom scene sprang into existence on the passenger-side monitor. Carrie and her grandfather could see all of the incestuous, raunchy action taking place in the bedroom in brilliant color and high definition. Carrie’s sister, Alicia, their wanton mother, and the twin’s father were fucking and sucking themselves into a coma back in Grandpa Jack’s king-sized bed.

 

There was little sound from the bedroom at the rear of the coach—and no conversation. There were some slickery, squelchy noises as body parts thrust into and withdrew from other body parts, some urgent squeals and entreaties, and gasps for air audible over the intercom, but that was about all that came through. The video, though, could have been sold for astronomical figures ... except that distribution would have resulted in several adults’ immediate incarceration.

 

"Lolita,” Grandpa Jack called out. Carrie was jacking his burgeoning hard-on into even greater rigidity while she watched. “Select camera number ... driver's station camera three," Grandpa Jack said, "Patch audio and visual from driver’s station camera number three to bedroom monitor....”

 

Now, anyone in the back bedroom) could watch the action Grandpa Jack and Carrie were about to initiate. Well, anyone who could spare enough attention from what they were doing, that is.

 

Twelve-year-old Carrie faced forward, bent over, and braced her palms on the center console. She smiled pityingly out the windshield at the whole poor, deprived world out there. If they only knew what wonderful, taboo fun was going on in this big RV....

 

Carrie lifted her left foot up and deposited it on the inside edge of Grandpa Jack’s driver’s seat to open herself up for Grandpa Jack’s assault. Wiggling her sassy little ass, Carrie looked over her shoulder at her grandfather. "I'm ready, Grandpa," she proclaimed, smiling wickedly, “...fuck me now, okay?”

 

Grandpa Jack stepped up behind the leggy young girl. Carrie’s wide-open stance made it easier for the virile grandfather, but he still had to bend his knees if he wanted to take the twelve-year-old in a standing fuck from behind. Grandpa Jack thought this should be called the horsy ... if doing it from behind on all fours was ‘doggy style’, but doing it standing up was....

 

Grandpa Jack was still watching the road, savoring the nasty thrill of driving down the road and about to fuck his granddaughter at the same time. He could feel the faint rumble of the massive tires rolling over the pavement through his bare feet. It was a small vibration that could only add to the sensations he and Carrie were feeling.

 

Grandpa Jack’s hands searched under his granddaughter's body for her satin-smooth young pussy and massaged the girl’s plump outer lips for a long moment. Carrie was already slick and Grandpa Jack murmured appreciatively.

 

"You don't have to get me all wet or make my pussy stretch open, Grandpa," Carrie explained to her doting grandfather. Her cunt easily accepted a probing finger from Grandpa Jack’s right hand ... and she had no difficulty with two fingers either.

 

Carrie’s young hips undulated slowly, then more urgently. She grunted a few times, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in pleasure. "I ... used a dildo ... to make me wet already," she explained haltingly. She was trembling a little. Hot sexual excitement was quickly dissolving the young girl’s conscious control of her body.

 

Grandpa Jack changed his mind about fucking his granddaughter, at least for the moment. His fingers gently searched Carrie’s front vagina wall for Carrie’s G-spot. He found it immediately and began to massage it.

 

“OH SHIIIIIITTTTTT!!” the young girl shrieked, shocked hard into a sexual frenzy. She grunted hard, her body flinched—she threw her head back. “HUNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!”

 

“OH GAWDDDDDDD, Grandpa!” Carrie moaned as he sweep both fingers back over the sensitive tissue in side her vagina.

 

Grandpa Jack swirled his fingers around, teasing the tiny bit of raised flesh inside her, then withdrew his fingers from her cunt. Half a second later, his fingers drove back in, raking over Carrie’s G-spot and rubbing more insistently.

 

“ANNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Carrie yelped.

 

All the nerve fibers in her body twitched simultaneously and her body jerked convulsively ... then slowly relaxed again. Her knees were wobbly; she struggled to draw in a sobbing breath. Grandpa Jack’d given his young granddaughter a small orgasm so she could last longer when he changed from finger fucking to taking the girl with his cock.

 

Carrie was still for a while she recovered. Her head stayed down; her chest heaved as she took in great gulps of air. Grandpa Jack left her too-sensitive pussy for a while; he clamped the points of Carrie’s hipbones in his strong hands and simply held the girl in place while she recuperated.

 

Some moments later, Carrie’s hips and buttocks began to writhe and squirm again. Involuntarily, her body began undulating and rolling in three-dimensional circles. She pressed back into Grandpa Jack’s body, rubbing her sensitive pussy lips against him and urging him to continue the licentious encounter.

 

Grandpa Jack grinned nastily. He thoroughly enjoyed whipping up the physical responses ... and the passions ... in all his girls’ bodies all the way up to a hard boil—and delaying a big climax for a while was something he liked to do.

 

He had a new idea. His twin granddaughters were both more than just a little exhibitionistic. He decided to play to that part of Carrie’s sexuality. Grandpa Jack inserted two fingers back into Carrie’s sex.

 

"See the car over there—going the other way?" Grandpa Jack asked the young girl as he hefted his already steel-hard cock. The time for fucking his little granddaughter had almost come.

 

Carrie raised her face up again to the view outside the windshield.

 

“HUNH ... HUNGH ... HUNHHH ... HUNH—HUNH—HUNH—HUNH—HUNH—HUNH—HUNH—HUNH...!!” she panted. Grandpa Jack’s fingers were driving Carrie out of her mind—literally. The young girl managed a shaky nod.

 

"See them watching you while your granddad fucks your hot little pussy? See them watching!???" Grandpa Jack demanded. “SEE THEM??”

 

Carrie nodded weakly. Her eyes were glued to the windshield of the approaching sedan and she imagined she and Grandpa Jack were performing for those people over there ... whoever they were. The car's driver couldn't actually see a thing happening inside the RV, but it was really fun pretending they could.

 

Grandpa Jack grasped his burgeoning hard-on with his left hand and pushed slowly inside Carrie's young pussy lips. He paused for a moment, then drove carefully inward.

 

The naked sprite gasped with pleasure. Her hands tightened spasmodically to the edges of the console as her grandfather rammed deep into her steaming sheath.

 

“ANNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Carrie groaned, still watching the approaching car full of travelers and wondering what they'd do if only they could see. She wondered if they’d want to join in the sex play....

 

Carrie’s grandfather thrust again and kept ramming deeper, sinking his cock deep in the young girl's vagina. Carrie shoved her ass back and upward to meet her grandfather's plunge.

 

"FUCK ME, GRANDPA!!!" she demanded hoarsely. "Fuck me while they watch!" she ordered. "Oh God, Grandpa, do me hard! "FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUUUUUUCK!" she screamed at the car over there across the wide median.

 

"WATCH ME FUCK MY GRANDPA, YOU DUMMIES!!" she shrieked.

 

It was a short fuck. Carrie had come up to the front of the motor home within an ace of cumming, and Grandpa Jack’d already seen that she had a tiny one. She hadn't realized it when she felt the first one make her vagina spasm, but her body was just not going to be able to hold her climax off for long. What with watching her parents and sister fucking in the bedroom for a while, then masturbating with a favorite dildo, and then having Grandpa Jack finger-fuck her doggy style at the front of the ‘bus’, Carrie was ready to explode.

 

When she felt the ripples begin in her cunt, she squealed and whipped her ass around in circles. The electric sensation spread rapidly, sweeping up her body and back again. Her heart seemed to stop—the passing of time had no meaning for the young girl. Her jaw was open, her eyes stared unseeing out at the world traveling past the RV. She couldn’t breath; her body spasmed once ... twice ... and then a third time.

 

"ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!" she wailed, finally able to take in a lungful of air. “GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

 

Carrie’s knees were suddenly too weak to hold her. They gave way, spilling the nude girl down beside the console in front of her grandfather. She lay there and panted for a while, leaning with her arms pillowed on the console. She was unable to do anything else.

 

"Sorry, Grandpa," she apologized at length. "I jus' couldn't stop....”

 

"I know," Grandpa Jack replied cheerfully. "Good one, huh?"

 

Carrie nodded blissfully. When she could focus again, she turned her head without lifting it. From the corner of her eyes, she saw her grandfather's still-hard penis jutting strongly, almost pointing at her face. Grandpa Jack was still standing, swaying to the little rises and falls in the road’s surface, and adjusting from one foot to the other to compensate for the tiny course corrections the computer made.

 

"Suckee, suckee?" Carrie proposed with a nasty grin.

 

"Absolutely!" Grandpa Jack replied happily. Carrie and Alicia both gave great blowjobs; they enjoyed giving head, and they practiced long and hard in order to do it well.

 

Gathering herself, Carrie rose, stepped behind her grandfather and pulled a cushion from a storage cabinet. She set it down in front of Grandpa Jack, and then knelt between her grandfather’s wide-spread legs.

 

Grandpa Jack's knees flexed every so often as the ‘bus’ rolled down the road. The bulbous head of Grandpa Jack's prick danced in front of young Carrie's face; she smiled delightedly. She settled herself on her knees and raised her body a little.

 

Capturing Grandpa Jack’s cock in her right hand, she steadied her body with her left hand on the driver’s seat. Guiding him into her mouth, she took in a deep breath ... and did everything she could to swallow Grandpa Jack’s big cock whole.

 

"OH FUCK!!" Grandpa Jack groaned. His head snapped back for a moment before he could bring it back down to scan the road ahead. Carrie giggled around the circumference of the mushroom-shaped cock head before ramming Grandpa Jack's penis all the way down her throat for a second time. Grandpa Jack moaned again, almost whimpering at the pure bliss of feeling his cock slide deep into his granddaughter's gullet.

 

She held him there, soaking his prick with hot saliva and working her tongue around as best she could. It wasn't very much, but the motion of her trying sent new waves of ecstasy coursing through Grandpa Jack's body. She let his cock slide out, making a trough of her tongue and sliding it around the underside of his penis all the while.

 

"Anybody watching?" she asked.

 

Grandpa Jack's eyes snapped over to the far side of the road.

 

" ‘nother car coming...," he groaned. He slaved the forward-looking HD cameras to the monitor mounted above the console, made some adjustments, locked the targeting tab, and magnified the view.

 

"Cougar ... nah, younger ... MILF material ... an’ ... and she's not bad looking at all...!!" Grandpa Jack said gutturally, barely able to speak. Carrie had tried to swallow him again and had let his cock slide out just enough to let her tongue start tickling the sensitive little V on the underside of his cock head.

 

"Anyone else?" Carrie asked. Grandpa Jack grabbed the remote and zoomed in while Carrie probed the slit on the end of his cock, seemingly trying to push her tongue inside.

 

"Nah," Grandpa Jack said, moved the camera. Once locked on, it kept a focus on the targeted image, or portion thereof. The image steadied. "No ... oh, wait ... yeah....” he corrected himself. "Two ... three other people," he gasped. He looked closer. There was only a couple of seconds left before the car would race past them....

 

"Two girls in the back...," he whispered just loud enough for Carrie to hear. "AHHHHNGH," he croaked. Carrie was doing her best to wrap her tongue around his cockhead.

 

Grandpa Jack looked closer at the approaching automobile. "They’re ... the girls are ... like ... middle-schoolers ... like you and Alicia," he whimpered. "An' ... and a boy—young teen ... you'd like him lots—in the front with the MILF. He dialed up the zoom again.

 

"Oh my GOD!" he whispered. "The girls are asleep in back and the boy's got his hand on the MILF's right tittie," he grunted. "He's playing with her nipple—DAMN!! HE'S SUCKING ON IT!!"

 

Carrie let Grandpa Jack's penis slither out of her mouth as she glanced up at the monitor, just to see if Grandpa Jack was making things up. “Dang! Look at that!!” she remarked cheerfully. Grandpa Jack wasn't kidding at all.

 

"Oh God...," Grandpa Jack groaned. "Honey, I can't hold it....”

 

Carrie wasn't in the least disturbed. "You know what I think, Grandpa Jack?" she asked. She hardly paused. "I think you ought to cum all over those two cutie pie's faces in the back seat over there," she told her grandfather solemnly. "When they wake up, they'll be sooooooooo surprised ... don't you think? And soooo happy to have your cream all over them...?"

 

"CUM ALL OVER THEIR FACES GRANDPA!!” Carrie suddenly shrieked at her grandfather.

 

“CUM ON THEM NOW!!!!" Carrie screamed. She held Grandpa Jack’s cock in her right hand and aimed it at her nose.

 

The car was slipping out of view from the forward-looking cameras. The side-looking cameras held the focus momentarily, then the rear mounted ones took over ... but there was no fun watching the red plastic of the car's unlit taillights disappearing in the distance.

 

Grandpa Jack sprayed his granddaughter's young face with a flood of pearly-white semen. Carrie held his cock so that a big splash of cum splashed on her forehead and dribbled down over her nose. Holding his cockhead against her right cheek, the twelve-year-old felt her grandfather squirt another big gob there. She rubbed the end of his cock right across her pink lips and onto her left cheek so she could get some there.

 

Grandpa Jack responded to his granddaughter's impromptu facial by spewing again, this time all over Carrie's upper chest. She rubbed his cock all around her cupcake-sized boobies, making sure her nipples were soaked by the obscene flood. The wanton young girl pumped her fist on Grandpa Jack's cock to see if he had any more to give her, but there was only a little ooze. She licked the stringy leavings from the tip of her grandfather’s cock and inspected the result. There was nothing else for her to swallow. Her grandfather was utterly drained.

 

Grandpa Jack collapsed on his captain's chair and contemplated the cum-soaked face of his granddaughter. "My Lord, Carrie," he whispered. "You really are a godsend for an old man....”

 

The naked young girl leered up at her grandfather. She giggled, the innocent sound was a thoroughly lewd thing to hear, coming as it did from semen-smeared lips.

 

A thought occurred to her. "Where are those people going, Grandpa Jack?" she asked. She jumped up and pressed a thoroughly slimed cheek to the side window. "You think we could catch up with them?" she asked. The sedan had long since disappeared from sight over the far side of a hill behind Grandpa Jack’s RV.

 

"I don't think so, honey," Grandpa Jack replied faintly, still recovering. "By the time we got to a turn-around and drove back that way, they'd be long gone."

 

"Yeah...," Carrie said glumly, agreeing with her grandfather's assessment.

 

"But they sure helped you, huh, Grandpa? You came like a fire hose!” she quipped happily. She sat down in her grandfather's lap, loving the feel of her naked flesh on his equally naked flesh.

 

"They did that, for sure," he agreed, watching Carrie squeegee off a forefinger's load of cum off her left cheek and pop it into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide to show him her tongue spreading the clump of cum all around her teeth and gums. She did the same with her right cheek and began working on her forehead.

 

Grandpa Jack felt a little surge in his groin. He'd thought himself done for a while, but the innocently lewd young girl was bringing him back.

 

"Hey!" he complained when Carrie jumped up from his lap. "Where ya going?" he asked.

 

Carrie giggled. "Daddy promised me a good ass fuckin' when he was through with Alicia and Mom—I gotta take a shower first!" she replied. "I want to look at the road out the back end of the ‘bus’ while my Daddy is fuckin' my butt and see if I can't find another mommy and kids," she added. She turned and pranced into the RV’s living area en route to the bedroom at the rear where her twin sister and father were finishing their tryst.

 

"Oh...," Grandpa Jack replied, more than a little disappointed.

 

"Hmmmmm," a soft voice said from behind him. "So you say one hot, nasty, little-girl blowjob isn’t going to last you very long, Dad?"

 

Grandpa Jack’s oldest daughter, Candace, stepped forward into the driver’s compartment and bent over to kiss her father's lips when he lifted his face to her. The woman preferred to be called ‘Candy’ these days, instead of the more prim and proper, ‘Candace’.

 

She assumed the nickname 'Candy' when she first started having sex with her father, her daughters ... and all the others out at the Campground, as Grandpa Jack now called it. She liked being called Candy; it sounded awfully naughty, and a naughty, slutty daughter to Grandpa Jack was what she wanted to be nowadays.

 

Grandpa Jack looked up at his big breasted oldest daughter and smiled. Candy was as naked as her daughter had been. She hefted her left breast and offered the nipple to him.

 

"I don't see how I could last for very much longer," Grandpa Jack said truthfully, taking his daughter’s left nipple between his lips and sucking the finger-thick spike into a brighter shade of ruby ... and much harder—then he did the same to her right breast.

 

“Certainly not with all you nekkid women running around all over the place,” he added, letting her right nipple slip from between his lips. He looked his daughter over from top to bottom.

 

Candy wore her coal-black hair shorter than she had last summer; it fell barely below the jawline this year, framing her face beautifully. Wide-set hazel eyes smiled lecherously down into her father’s. Her high cheekbones, a cute nose, and thoroughly kissable lips set in a heart-shaped face were enough to capture any man’s attention, sometimes even before her wonderfully rounded breasts and the creamy flesh of her thighs and sculpted calves did. And that was when Candy was fully clothed.

 

With Candy stark naked, Grandpa Jack’s eyes feasted on juicy nipples that were hard peaks on her firm, silken-fleshed, and big, full breasts. The woman had a satin-smooth body; she’d had every hair below her chin removed in a series of laser treatments. Stroking her, anywhere on her body, was a joy for lips or fingertips.

 

“Baby…,” Grandpa Jack said thickly to his oldest daughter, “…your implant better be workin’ overtime a’ keepin’ you from gettin’ pregnant, ‘cause I’m gonna fill your belly all the way up with daddy-cum in just a minute ‘er two!!”

 

Candy laughed. “It’s working just fine, Daddy,” she told him. “It’s good for another three ... maybe four more years, Pop.” She assured him. “You couldn’t get me or the girls pregnant if you came a gallon every time you cum inside one of us ... and we taped our pussies shut!!” Candy and her daughters had all taken advantage of the latest implant technology offered by their resident doctor, and popular fuck-buddy, out at ‘The Campground’ back home. All the girls there, all the girls who wanted to be so protected, had the implants just under the skin in one of their forearms.

 

“You gonna fuck me, Daddy?” Candy asked naughtily, grinning evilly.

 

Grandpa Jack nodded happily.

 

Candy had just showered; she smelled of hot, sexy womanhood and the lightly perfumed soap she preferred. Her fingers stroked her own sex, lightly parting and caressing through her outer labia; she strummed her own clittie, teasing the concealing hood of flesh into letting her blood-engorged clit peek out.

 

Grandpa Jack’s thirty-three-year-old daughter, his oldest, was making his dick throb again with desire ... even though Carrie had just made him spew hot, incestuous cum all over her face and boobs.

 

"Well ... we'll just have to see what we can do about making you cum a gallon or two, won't we?" Candy said placidly. She bent over and sucked Grandpa Jack's re-burgeoning penis between her lips and quickly brought him back to full hardness. Rising, she turned around to push her asscheeks into her father's face.

 

Obligingly, Grandpa Jack kissed and nipped at his daughter’s wonderfully rounded nether globes, making her sigh happily.

 

"You are soooo good to me, Daddy," she cooed happily. She couldn’t remember anymore not wanting her father sexually. She leaned forward, stood and positioned herself, then settled her bare ass on his lap. She turned the comfortable captain’s chair so it was facing more forward than inboard. With the chair still in its retracted position, well back from the steering wheel, there was plenty of room, and Candy wanted to see where they were going.

 

Raising herself a few inches, Candy reached beneath her body and took his cock in her hand. She made a trough of her fingers and guided him into her cunt. Once inside, her father couldn't thrust very much, but Grandpa Jack did what he could to push upward and seat his cock deep in his daughter's steaming cunt.

 

Candy did the rest. She began rising and falling on Daddy’s rod, flexing her leg muscles and pushing herself up in the air with hands braced on the arms of the captain's chair. Then she relaxed her leg muscles and fell back down to jam his cock deep in her scorching vagina. She did it again and again, setting a fast rhythm for her first father-daughter fuck of the day.

 

She was able to hold off her climax for quite a while, since she could distract herself by watching the traffic coming their way on the other side of the road. There was a whole world of women out there who didn’t know the joy of having sex with their father. Candy pitied them.

 

Grandpa Jack was behind Candy, so he couldn’t see much of anything but the smooth skin of her naked back. But he could stroke the ultra smooth flesh of her back, all the way from her shoulders to her butt. He could reach around her body and cup her heavy breasts, hefting and molding them in his big hands. He could pinch and twirl her hard cherries of nipples and make her gasp with the streaks of lightning that flashed from her breasts all the way down to her cunt. So he did all of it.

 

When she felt her Daddy's cum finally erupting deep inside her, Candy was ready too.

 

Grandpa Jack’s volcanic cum splashed inside her, drenching the walls of her vagina and propelling her into a hard orgasm. For a long moment, the two incestuous lovers quaked and shuddered together in the captain's chair, puppets dancing to an unheard symphony.

 

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"Soooo...," a mischievous voice intruded when the pair’s tremors subsided to a manageable level. "When do I get my turn at some highway fuckin'?" Alicia asked naughtily.

 

Grandpa Jack looked around to see his other granddaughter standing at his shoulder, her groin pooched forward and her right forefinger massaging an already reddened nubbin of a clit.

 

Candy giggled. Carefully, she rose, extricating her father's penis from her cum-saturated cunt as she stood. She turned around, slid the cushion Carrie had used over to where she was, and knelt. "I won't be too long," she promised her other daughter. "Just gonna do a little cleanup, okay?"

 

Candy set to work cleaning off her father's cock with her tongue, taking lots of time to show him how much of their combined juices she was swallowing. She took a special care to suck his balls into her mouth and massage them with her tongue until he sighed out loud.

 

"Now what wasn't too long, was it, honey?" Candy said, smiling at her daughter. "Alicia, you get Grandpa's undivided attention for the next thirty miles," she joked, as her other twelve-year-old daughter moved in to claim her grandfather’s cock for her own.

 

Surreptiously, Grandpa Jack dialed down the vehicle’s speed. Thirty miles could be a really nice chunk of time if one knew how to pace oneself....

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

"Alright, let’s go over it one—last—time, okay?" Grandpa Jack said, wanting to restate the agreement they'd all made before departing home. The almost non-stop sex on the road trip so far had been anticipated for that phase of the trip. But now, they were nearing Grandpa Jack's second-oldest daughter’s home. In fact, they'd be at Joanne and Grady Hamilton's house in a few minutes worth of driving.

 

"So, we're all agreed," Grandpa Jack continued, "no fucking, no sucking, no grab ass, no ‘God-I-need-a-good-fuck-right now’ looks at each other—no ... no ... heck, no nothing ... while we're here, right? We wait 'til we get back on the road—when we’re alone and everything’s safe, right? RIGHT?"

 

A chorus of half-hearted assents came from his granddaughters sitting behind him.

 

"But Grandpa Jack," Alicia whined complainingly. "Aunt Joanne is a hot looking babe ... don't you think? And Julie? She's a hottie, right, Grandpa Jack?" she said coaxingly. "And Stacey too," she added, naming both her girl cousins in the house just up ahead.

 

"An' I just know Uncle Grady would like some twin little-hottie action!" she said thoughtfully. Her eyes went distant at the thought of her muscular uncle-by-marriage, Grady. “And, what about Curtis...?”

 

"No ... we aren’t going to think about those things," Candy interjected, backing up her father, "...not even for one second, young lady,” she added. Candy tried to project clear determination, but she sighed heavily. She was thinking of Curtis and her brother-in-law too. The sigh ended her last shred of credibility, of course.

 

Alicia’s expression morphed from morose to triumph. She hadn’t missed her mother’s deep sigh. Maybe she was winning, after all.

 

Candy tried again. "Look! We can do this.... We've been fucking and sucking with the Pearsons and everyone ... and all of Old Jim's family ... and I think we can get along for a while just being normal!"

 

"Normal?" the twins whined in unison. "Who wants to be NORMAL?" They snorted derisively.

 

“The thing is,” Grandpa Jack said quietly, “...we’re entitled to have sex amongst the five of us if we want to—it’s nobody’s business but our own. An’ we can do it with all the folks at the Campground too, because all of us there choose to. But Joanne and her family have the right not to have that sex with each other ... see? If they don’t want to, it’s not our place to force them to come around to our way of thinking.”

 

Tucked away in a hidden corner of his mind, Grandpa Jack reserved a single tiny caveat—to wit: a little friendly persuasion never hurt anyone!! Perhaps just a little benign urging a person into the right path.... He didn’t say anything out loud; his granddaughters would have taken that one little reservation in Grandpa Jack’s resolve and they’d have run with it, leading to more unhappiness and argument.

 

It was quiet in the motor home. The powerful diesel engine’s growl deepened as Grandpa Jack steered through a curve and started up a long rise. Grandpa Jack's number two daughter and her family lived right up there, only a few minutes away now. The twins’ parents, Brett and Candy, looked at each other and shrugged.

 

The agreement was in place, but nobody liked it—kind a' like the treaty that ended World War I....

 

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The value of the no-sex agreement between the members of the Winston family, plus Grandpa Jack, was soon clear. Grandpa Jack filed his caveat—some gentle persuasion—away in a corner of his mind behind a door labeled ‘good ideas that didn’t pan out’ and then he shut the door tight. Family bonds of any kind, even plain ol’ normal ones, were important.

 

The twins quickly reacquainted themselves with their girl cousins—Julie was a busty, leggy young woman of fourteen and a half, and Stacey, was twelve—well, she was almost twelve; she would be in six weeks and she already carried herself with the maturity of a twenty-something girl, in Grandpa Jack’s estimation.

 

Alicia and Carrie eyed their husky boy cousin Curtis (and his solidly built father) from a distance, occasionally licking their lips and casting pleading looks at their parents. But there were no 'incidents' that might have accidentally happened if the twins were left to their own devices.

 

Joanne Hamilton ... Grandpa Jack’s number two daughter ... was a happy bundle of energy, and always had been. The grin on her face was the same one she'd worn since infancy. Lively and even mischievous at times, she was the poster girl defining 'the life of the party’, and wanted everyone else to enjoy the same elation she felt every day. She and Candace had always been close, born only fourteen months apart, and they quickly bonded again.

 

Grandpa Jack had to count on his fingers. His daughter Candy, still known to Joanne as Candace, was thirty-three ... and that made Joanne thirty-two. Neither woman looked her age ... and they weren’t acting like a thirty-something gals either. If laughing and giggling in whispered conversations was any indication, they were still more juvenile than matronly.

 

Grandpa Jack looked carefully at his two oldest daughters, comparing and contrasting. Both had jet-black hair they both wore cropped just below their ears. Joanne had dyed hers red at one time, but it was back to its normal shade—thankfully, in Grandpa Jack’s opinion. It just hadn’t looked right—and he dearly loved redheads.

 

Grandpa Jack's ex-wife, the women’s mother, had had the same raven colored hair her daughters did. “Score one for the wicked witch of the west,” Grandpa Jack muttered under his breath, “she actually got something right.” They both had their mother's breasts too ... both had boobs that would overflow most C-cup bras when they bothered wearing one.

 

Grandpa Jack thought his daughters were being darned considerate, actually; neither of them was wearing a bra today. Their big breasts were swaying deliciously around and bobbing almost pendulously when either woman made a sudden movement. Grandpa Jack appreciated their contribution to his morale a lot.

 

“Okay,” Grandpa Jack murmured softly to himself, “...breasts, nice hair, good looks, witching eyes ... so the wicked witch did get got more than one thing right.” He thought for a moment. “Probably, she wasn’t paying attention for a moment or two—that’s the only way good things could ’a sneaked past her!” he concluded. He continued to watch his daughters.

 

They were both about five-feet, five-inches, or thereabouts. Their creamy, sculpted thighs and calves, trim ankles, and shapely asses would make a strong man drool ... and regularly did, Grandpa Jack included. Both his daughters' bodies made Grandpa Jack sweat bullets whenever he let his thoughts dwell . The girls didn't seem to have any idea what they were doing to their dad when they bent over like that....

 

Well, Candy did. Grandpa Jack wondered about all the sly looks he kept getting from Candy.... She was supposed to be working with him to make sure no monkey business happened during this visit, not making Grandpa Jack’s dick hard with peeks down her top.

 

* * *

 

On Monday, the third day after Grandpa Jack and the Winstons arrived, Joanne's husband had to go out of town on a business trip. It would only be the one night, Grady said, and he apologized profusely for having to leave at all. He was concerned his father-in-law would think his son-in-law was being rude. By the time he left, Grady had apologized so many times Grandpa Jack was deliriously happy to see him go, so he wouldn’t have to listen to another one.

 

Feeling a little guilty about the way Grady's apologies wore on him, Grandpa Jack volunteered to drive Grady to the airport for the redeye flight in Grady's own car, enduring twenty more minutes of heartfelt apologies, but then he was free to enjoy twenty more minutes of blissful silence on the way back to Joanne's.

 

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“My Grady’s gone ... for a whole night,” Joanne whined sorrowfully. “Nobody to keep me warm, an’ cuddle with me, and....”

 

“Screw you senseless?” Candace interjected.

 

“...And screw me senseless...,” Joanne agreed, even more mournfully.

 

She held her glass up and stared owlishly at the clear white wine within. She brightened. “On the other hand, dear sister o’ mine, we have this wonderful adult beverage here, an’ three more bottles downstairs if we need ‘em!” She admired the bottle on the coffee table in front of them, and glanced at the back of the house; there were stairs there, leading down to the cellar where her husband had a nice, wall-sized, wine rack....

 

She took a dainty swallow. “I really like this wine,” she remarked fervently. “Really, really ... REALLY!” Joanne downed the rest of her glass and covered her mouth to smother a delicate belch.

 

“You want some more?” she asked Candace, noticing the level in Candace’s glass had also fallen precipitously in the last couple of minutes. At Candace’s nod, Joanne leaned forward to pour her sister’s glass to the brim. The sisters were both a little tipsy, and they liked it.

 

“Just like old times, huh?” Candace remarked sagely. “Back when we were young and carefree and ... horny all the time?”

 

“Huh?” Joanne answered, confused. “We never used to drink wine back then ... did we?” She giggled and sipped again. “At least I don’t remember drinking wine back then. Daddy would have spanked us ‘til our behinds turned beet red if he caught us doin’ that,” she concluded. She stared at the far wall for a moment.

 

“Noooooo...,” Candace agreed slowly, drawing the word out indefinitely, “...that’s true, we didn’t do wine back then.” She stretched her bare legs out in front of her, propped her heels on the coffee table, and admired the long, smooth length of them. The shorts she wore these days really did show them off to good advantage. She decided she had a well turned pair of ankles too. She liked that.

 

“But I remember quite clearly, sister dear, you were horny ‘bout ... oh ... eight days a week, back when we were young.” Candace chuckled and her eyes lost their focus as she recalled bygone days, when they were immature girls and young women.

 

“Oh, God yes!!” Joanne shot back. “Hell, I was horny all the time....” She thought for a moment. She laughed delightedly. “You know, sis ... I don’t remember not bein’ horny back when we were teens.” She giggled again and took another lingering sip.

 

“Teens, hell!” Candace retorted. “I think you came out of the womb horny, woman!” she observed. “I’m the one caught you rubbing your favorite guy doll on your puss when you weren’t but three-years-old, ‘member?”

 

Joanne’s face went blank for an instant until she found the memory. She grinned impishly. “I did do that to ... Ken ... didn’t I?” she giggled. “He smelled funny for a week, after that,” she confided. “An’ so did Mr. Ruggles, an’ Tony, the raggedy man, an’....” Joanne cut herself off and giggled again.

 

She looked slyly at Candace from the corner of her eye. “You didn’t catch me all the times, honey,” she told her sister. “And, sister, dear ... I’m still that little girl deep inside!” she avowed. She giggled. “I’m still horny most a’ the danged time!!”

 

Candace cocked her head to one side, absorbing her sister’s words. She smiled into Joanne’s eyes, and then leaned forward for another refill.

 

Joanne waited. Something had clearly come to Candace’s mind and it looked like Candace didn’t know whether to bring it out into the open or not.

 

“What?!” Joanne said, grinning mischievously. “Sisters, remember? We can tell each other anything.” She waited.

 

“Well ... sister...,” Candace said softly, glancing around to make sure none of Joanne’s kids were around to overhear. “I just happened to recall a little something you said when you were, what?—nine ... ten, maybe....” She looked at Joanne a little more intently than before.

 

“What?” Joanne demanded eagerly. “What’d I say?”

 

“What you said...,” Candace said carefully, “...and you said it a lot for the longest time ... was something you swore you heard at school.”

 

Joanne blinked, screwed her face into a mask of concentrated effort ... but nothing came to mind. She gave up after a moment and shrugged and lifted her left hand, palm up in surrender.

 

“One afternoon, I remember you informed me—quite seriously—and you told our younger sisters too, that ... ‘incest is best’ when it came to sex,” Candace finished. She peeked over the brim of her wineglass at Joanne, grinning at her younger sister’s confusion.

 

When Joanne took in a deep breath to speak, Candace cut her off. “Don’t you dare deny it, Joanne!” Candace said, feigning indignation. She was grinning broadly. “You said it, and you know you did!”

 

Joanne tried to think of something to say, something that would moderate the outrageous statement she did recall saying, now that Candace had brought out into the open. Her sister was more than right. The idea of incest being the best kind of sex had held her captive for a whole summer ... and beyond ... she’d learned to keep quiet about it, but it had been on her mind for much, much longer.

 

“I did hear it at school!” she agreed hotly. “That darn ... hell ... it was Pricilla Henry kept talkin’ about it, day after day after—” She stopped abruptly and smiled reflectively. Her shoulders lifted and fell in an expressive shrug. “Heck, for all I know she knew ‘xactly what she was talking about—I mean, she did have those three brothers who were pretty much hunks, didn’t she?”

 

Joanne drained her glass, then filled it back up to the brim. She leaned back, totally relaxed again ... a little lost in memories that had faded until just now. She smiled again, pensively. “Do you think she actually was doin’ one o’ her brothers?” she asked Candace seriously. “Or maybe all three a’ them?”

 

“Lucky Pricilla, if she was, huh? As I remember, they were all three hunks!” Candace remarked sagely. She paused while she drank. “That would a’ been hot, huh? Three brothers all wantin’ to get in your pants...? Whew! How would you pick which one to have sex with each night?” She giggled. “Or maybe she took two ... or even all three a’ them ... to bed at one time?”

 

The sisters giggled roguishly. Both were quiet for a bit, both considering all the possible combinations for young Pricilla and her three brothers ... in bed or wherever they found themselves when the urge struck.

 

“And...,” Candace remarked slowly, “...you think maybe she was doin’ her father too? He was a hunk too, remember? He worked down at the lumber yard wrestling heavy stuff around all day...?”

 

Joanne gasped. “Not her father! That would be....”

 

“Yeah ... right!” Candace remarked softly. “That’d be just sooooo ... my God that would be incest, huh? Candace asked innocently. “Hmmmmmm...,” she mused. “But if incest is best, wouldn’t it be even more incesty to do it with her father than with her brothers?”

 

Candace, transferred her wineglass to her left hand. She spread her ankles on the coffee table and let her right hand fall to her groin. She rubbed her hand up and down, massaging her clit through her shorts.

 

She smiled at Joanne’s expression. “An’ besides ... wasn’t it you who told me you did our Daddy, sister, dear?” Candace asked.

 

Joanne shook her head in quick denial; then she pursed her lips as she remembered. She swallowed hard. “I said it,” she admitted reluctantly, “...but I didn’t do it,” she confessed. She took a gulp of wine and gave her sister an uncomfortable look.

 

She sighed. “So nice of you to recall all this, honey” she remarked. “So I tell one little fib an’ you remember it ... twenty-something years ... later?”

 

Candace waved her left hand negligently, waving off her younger sister’s veiled sarcasm. “No problem! What are sisters for?” She laughed, then looked at her younger sister speculatively. She hesitated.

 

“What?” Joanne demanded again, wondering what was pricking Candace’s memory this time.

 

Candace made a decision. She would have talked to her husband and father if she’d had time, but they weren’t here at the moment. And she knew this opportunity wouldn’t come again....

 

She rose and made her way from the sofa, settling on the loveseat beside Joanne. She tucked her long legs beneath her and leaned into her younger sister.

 

“Promise not to tell anyone what I say?” Candace asked secretively. “Pinky promise?” She held out her crooked pinky finger to link with Joanne’s. “Promise?”

 

“I promise!” Joanne replied stridently. “What is it?” she asked excitedly. When they were young, Candace always had really cool pinky-promise secrets.

 

Candace leaned close, rubbing her left shoulder against Joanne’s right. “Well, sugar...,” she said in a low tone, “...you might not have had sex with our Daddy ... but I have...!”

 

She took another sip of wine and smiled into Joanne’s amazed features. “I had sex with him on the trip out here to visit you,” she confided.

 

Joanne was aghast—stunned—and speechless. She examined her older sister’s calm features for a long moment. Candace’s demeanor wasn’t in the least apologetic. She looked contented and more than happy with what she’d just admitted doing with her father.

 

Eventually the wine spoke for Joanne. She rubbed shoulders with her sister again.

 

“So ... what was it like?” she whispered. Her eyes were lit with an inner heat she didn’t know she was feeling. She leaned back to her sister, almost whispering. “Tell me...,” she said, urgency filling her voice.

 

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Grandpa Jack’s drive back from the airport in Grady’s car was wonderful; the car was full of silence, and totally devoid of apologies. When he got there, the house was dark. Everyone had apparently gone to bed.

 

Joanne's house wasn't the roomiest in the world, and they didn't have enough room for five guests. So Grandpa Jack was already sleeping nights in his motor home's comfortable bedroom. Twice, he was joined out there by one or more of Candace's family—the ‘bus’ would sleep all five guests … more, actually … very comfortably, if it came to that—but they were careful to honor their commitments not to engage in sex, just in case.

 

He parked Grady’s car in the driveway, saw there weren’t any lights on in Joanne’s house and decided to pocket Grady’s keys until he could give them to his daughter in the morning. Walking in the moonlight to the curb where the ‘bus’ was parked, Grandpa Jack climbed the steps up into the RV's cab, humming a contented little tune. He locked up and made his way back to the king-sized bed at the rear of the ‘bus’. He was going to turn on the wall-mounted flat screen in the bedroom and play some video from the trip up here. It wasn't as good as having Candy or his granddaughters in bed with him, but it would do in a pinch.

 

He didn't bother turning on the lights. He knew every piece of furniture and protruding corner in the motor home and could navigate around the RV in pitch blackness without collecting a single bruise or scrape.

 

When he made his way to the bedroom, he sensed a movement in the darkness; he stopped dead in his tracks. Someone slipped off the bed and came slowly toward him—it wasn’t a threatening approach. She—from the first touch, it was abundantly clear that it was a big-breasted woman in front of him—wound her arms around Grandpa Jack's neck and pressed her naked body against his.

 

"I thought we agreed not to do this," he murmured into Candy's ear, nuzzling her neck and planting butterfly kisses on her bare shoulders. "Weren't we going to hold off for as long as we were here?" he asked.

 

Grandpa Jack’s breath caught in his throat when Candy expertly unzipped his fly and delivered his penis into the warm night air of his bedroom. Candy’s smooth hands manipulated his cock; her fingers coaxed the foreskin over the head of his cock and stroked his shaft gently. Without saying a word of explanation, much less making a defense for what she was about to do, Candy knelt unapologetically and took her father into her mouth for a long, slurping exploration of his prick and the egg-sized balls in their sack below.

 

Grandpa Jack's half-hearted protest dissolved into an earnest groan of appreciation for his daughter’s oral ministrations. His breath quickened; his pulse pounded. Grandpa Jack pulled his T-shirt over his head while Candy stripped his pants off and yanked his shoes and socks off. He was naked in seconds.

 

Still in total darkness, the woman in front of Grandpa Jack stood up, holding his cock in her hand. She shuffled backwards until the back of her knees touched the edge of the bed, pulling on his cock and urging him forward. She sat, and scooted her ass backward on the satin sheets. Candy used her father’s cock as leverage, a handhold to haul him forward on top of her. She sighed heavily.

 

Bracing the bottom of her feet strongly on the mattress, the woman pulled her knees up and let them fall to the sides, opening her body up for her father's incestuous assault. She moaned when she felt Grandpa Jack's cockhead touch her already slickly-coated outer labia. Adjusting her lower body, she pulled her father into her vagina, groaning with every inch deeper he plunged.

 

Grandpa Jack parked his knees behind the woman’s ass cheeks. Instead of laying atop his daughter, he braced his hands near her shoulders and shifted his weight back on his knees. He drove inward until he felt her wonderfully soft labia touching the smooth skin of his own hairless groin.

 

He rotated his hips around in a tight circle, slamming his cock deep in the woman's cunt and yanking it out. He drove forward again ... until he was rewarded with the bumping sensation of bottoming out in his daughter's cunt. He could feel her cervix resisting his assault. He heard her sudden gasp.

 

In a moment, though, the woman’s vagina adjusted. There was room for her father’s cock to slide in still deeper. She moaned aloud, welcoming Grandpa Jack’s probing penis inside her.

 

Grandpa Jack rammed his cock in as far as he could. He was balls-deep in his hot-blooded daughter once more—he loved fucking Candy. Her sheath was furnace-hot and drenched in the sticky-slick honey her vagina produced for him.

 

In only seconds, he worked up to a strong rhythm that was pounding his big cock as deep inside Candy as he'd ever been. He loved having sex with the young girls participating in the lifestyle, but sometimes a man just needed to slam it to a full-grown woman without the need to be very careful.

 

Moments later, the two incestuous sex partners came hard. Little cries of passion and ecstasy echoed around the small bedroom. Sweaty and exhausted, Grandpa Jack fell off to the side and lay on his back beside the woman, waiting for his breath to come back to him and his blood pressure to ease.

 

"Thankyoudaddy!!!" the woman caroled in a cheerful singsong.

 

Grandpa Jack grinned at the dark ceiling. The grin faded quickly. That didn’t sound like Candy—close, but not quite. That particular phrase was one....

 

Grandpa Jack reached to turn on a small table lamp on the headboard.

 

"Hi, Daddy," Joanne cooed. "SURPRISE!!!" she quipped happily, throwing her arms wide.

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

Seconds later, while Grandpa Jack was still trying to adjust to the idea that he'd now fucked two of his daughters, he heard someone opening the main outside door and felt a brief rocking motion as the suspension system adjusted to the weight of someone else. Grandpa Jack had locked the door behind him, but all the Winstons' fingerprints were on file in the security system. It must be one of them.

 

When Candy walked into the back bedroom where he and Joanne waited, she was already as nude as her father and sister, having discarded her short robe in the RV’s living room.

 

"Hi, Daddy," Candy greeted him. "Hi, Sis," she said, bending low to kiss Joanne on the lips.

 

She inspected the sheets before going around and slipping down onto the bed on her father's other side. "You made the wet spot," she said matter-of-factly to her sister, "you lay in it."

 

She grinned. "I don't mind usually, but we're about to have to have a long talk with our darling Daddy, huh?" She laid down on the bed; the sisters had their father sandwiched between them.

 

"Well, only if he won't get his thing hard again and do me again," Joanne responded quickly. She giggled. She fluffed the pillows against the headboard and lay back, her legs spread a little, not hiding her outer labia from her father's gaze. Scooping a little of her father’s cum from her soaked pussy lips, she wet her right nipple and pinched it lightly, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. "Mmmmm, see how hard my nipple gets, Daddy? You can kiss it if you want to,” she offered. She smiled mischievously into her father's still astounded eyes.

 

It’d been a natural mistake to make in the pitch darkness of his RV’s bedroom. Candy and Joanne were close in age and were a lot alike physically. Joanne wasn’t Candy’s twin, but they were born only fourteen months apart. Her hair was cut as short as Candy’s—Joanne liked to swim and jog; long hair got in her way. She was as cute, very much as big-breasted as her older sister, and she had just as slender a waist.

 

Joanne’s legs were delightfully sculpted by her daily jogging routine. She had creamy thighs and shapely calves above well-turned ankles captured every man’s attention. And they were not very different in their nature—Joanne had just demonstrated she liked much the same way of taking a man inside her as her big sister did.

 

All three of the incestuous trio relaxed on the king-sized bed, settling with their backs on the bed’s fluffy pillows. Grandpa Jack’s daughters had their legs parted, inviting him to look and fondle. He looked down at his daughters’ sex, dividing his looks between them for a long moment, half-wondering when the other shoe was going to fall. He lay back. His left palm settled over Joanne's slippery outer lips and his right over Candy's.

 

"He's pretty much over it, Sis!" Candy declared triumphantly. She laughed. Using her own hand to press her father's middle finger into her pussy, she wiggled her hips around, cuddling a little tighter against her him.

 

"Daddy, dear...," Candy said seductively, "did you ever know that the slut on the other side of you and I did some awfully nasty, naughty things with each other when we were young? Hmmmm ... did you know that, Daddy?"

 

He did not, but his mind was instantly filled with a vision of the two doing a hot sixty-nine. He didn't know they actually did that, but the image was a fiery one. He licked his lips.

 

"No," he said hoarsely. "What did you do...?" He wanted them to say it.

 

Candy giggled. She was holding the hardening stem of her father's cock in her hand. She waggled the head around obscenely, inviting Joanne's attention.

 

"We did pretty much everything," Joanne assured her father. Her hand dove under her sister's to cup and massage Grandpa Jack's ball sac.

 

"Well, everything that two horny girls can do together," she added. "Well, we didn't do boys together," she said regretfully, "...or maybe it was that we didn’t do the same boy together." Joanne grinned naughtily and shifted around on the bed. She kissed the head of her father's cock when her sister obligingly held him still and straight up.

 

"Are we scared a’ doing the same guy together now?" Joanne asked Candy mischievously.

 

Candy shook her head. "Nope!" she replied. "Not a bit." She grinned maniacally.

 

The conversation failed for a while; the girls were busy working their father's dick back to the consistency of a length of rebar, not that it took much effort ... or time.

 

"Know what I wanta do, sis?" Candy asked breathlessly. Joanne looked at her expectantly. "I want to suck Daddy's cum outta you, while Daddy fucks me doggy style," Candy explained. "His cum tastes soooo good, and I remember your pussy does too," Candy added. “So....”

 

The incestuous trio scrambled around, adjusting their positions and then readjusting. They wound up with Joanne spread obscenely across the bed and her head and feet pointing at opposite corners of the mattress. Her legs were spread wide.

 

Candy head was between her sister's legs; she was bending forward and tonguing her sister's labia while Grandpa Jack knee-walked up behind Candy to slide his cock into her cunt. Thrusting more strongly and faster with every passing moment, Grandpa Jack was pretty sure he was in seventh heaven.

 

Having already cum once, Grandpa Jack figured he could hold his orgasm back for a long while. On the other hand, Candy came almost at once, squealing elatedly into Joanne's cunt. Grandpa Jack slowed his tempo for a while to let his oldest daughter recover a little, but he didn't let up for very long. A few minutes later, he was ramming his cock into Candy's vagina with increasing energy, forcing her body to climb a new slope to another climax.

 

This time Candy had no breath for a scream. When her orgasm slammed into her, all she could do was lay facedown on Joanne's lower belly, shuddering and trembling her way through her second climax in ten minutes. Joanne absent-mindedly patted Candy's cheek as waves of sensation rippled up and down her own abdomen. She whimpered when Candy blew out a long breath, the touch of the air too intense for her super-sensitized skin.

 

"Oh, Daddy...," Joanne whimpered, staring up at her father. Grandpa Jack had maneuvered Candy down onto the bed’s surface to lay beside her sister and was spreading Joanne’s legs with his knees. He mounted Joanne for the second time this evening, driving his cock deep into his daughter’s welcoming cunt.

 

"Where’ve you BEEN, Daddy??” Joanne cried. “I’ve been needing this sooooo much!!"

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

After the women gigglingly shared Grandpa Jack's cock for a long blowjob that had his guts tied up in knots for an eternity, Joanne began gathering up her nightgown and slippers together. She'd stored them in Grandpa Jack's closet when she came out to the motor home to surprise her father.

 

"About time we sneaked back in, Sis," Joanne remarked smelling her fingers and grinning at the odor of a man and two women's juices all over her hands and body. "I'm gonna need two showers to get all this off me!"

 

"God, this was fun!" she added. She sat back down on the edge of the bed, suddenly glum.

 

Grandpa Jack and Candy heard the impossibly loud ‘BUT’ hanging silently in the air.

 

"I never did anything like this with anyone else, not ever ... not since I married Grady anyway," Joanne confessed, abruptly quite depressed. "I'm not sorry about this, Daddy, but I'm going to have to make it up to Grady somehow." Her face grew fretful.

 

"Well, it's a kind of special thing, you know?" Candace offered. "Doing it with your Daddy? Like it's outside all the normal rules, kinda....”

 

"I don't know...," Joanne replied, her lips twisting. "I’ll have to figure something out...," she said, standing.

 

"Coming, Sis?"

 

When Candy didn't move from where she lay comfortably against Grandpa Jack’s body, Joanne looked at her questioningly. She tilted her head to one side; memories suddenly blossomed in her mind.

 

It finally struck her. Daddy hadn't been at all shocked to find a daughter in his bed waiting for him. He'd only been surprised it was Joanne, not Candace! Joanne’s eyes narrowed in thought. Candace had said she’d done it with her father on the way here ... and the implication had been it had been something spontaneous—and there’d been only the one time or maybe two....

 

But that wasn’t quite right, was it? Joanne’s sister and father were totally at ease with each other’s nakedness, with each other’s sexual contact. Joanne had just watched the two having sex. Each knew what the other liked, where to caress, how to move with the other. And there'd been other clues, if only she hadn't been so consumed with lust she hadn’t really heard what Candace had been saying.

 

"OH-MY-GOD!!” Joanne breathed. “Candy, you said ... I mean, you didn’t say you two have been doing this, for how long—it wasn’t just a couple times on the trip to see us, was it, Candace?" she asked, her face still. She wasn't exactly shocked—but she'd thought she and her sister had concocted a single evening's lustful entertainment on the spur of the moment based on an indiscretion Candace and their father had committed en route to Joanne’s home. Candace hadn't said that, but she'd never confessed to what Joanne now knew was happening. Candace and their father were doing it on a regular basis.

 

Joanne sat heavily on the bed, adjusting to the new information. A thought struck her. "Your husband—knows what’s going on, Candace?" she asked, her voice a little shrill.

 

Candace nodded soberly, watching Joanne for signs as to how she was going to react. It looked like Joanne might not take this new revelation well. Joanne's hands twisted in her lap.

 

"Candace...," Joanne asked slowly. She wasn’t looking at her sister or father.

 

"Candace," Joanne began again, "where is Brett tonight ... I mean, where's he at right now?" she insisted. Her voice was full of foreboding. She dreaded the answer even as she asked for one.

 

"It’s ‘Candy’ now, honey,” Candy replied. “I’m a daddy-fucking, horny little cum-suckin’ fool of a slut ... and ‘Candace’ just doesn’t cut it!” Candy told her sister with a grin.

 

“And to answer your question, I suspect my loving hubby is in one bed or another other ... with his dick about balls deep inside either Alicia or Carrie—and maybe with his tongue lapping at the other’s pussy," Candy replied quietly. She used her hands to boost herself higher on the pillows beneath her head.

 

Grandpa Jack remained motionless, afraid any movement he made would create a crisis.

 

"When we ... you and I ... made the decision to come out here...,” Candy continued, “...Brett and I had a quiet little talk while you got ready. Since you were so happy remembering about wanting to have sex with Dad back when we were kids, and ‘cause you seemed to want to make that very thing happen ... tonight ... Brett and I kinda decided the agreement Grandpa Jack and all of us made with each other, not to fuck each other while we were here was null and void," she added.

 

Joanne fixed her attention on only one part of what Candy said. "Ohmigod!" she whispered into the silence. "Your husband is actually ... having sex with one of your daughters? Oh my sweet Jesus"

 

"Oh, my goodness, my ass!” Candy snorted. “You think my girls were doing just like what we were doing? They’re doin’ their daddy, just like we were doin’ our daddy a little while ago ... right??" Candy asked dryly.

 

“In case you weren’t taking notes Joanne, honey, we—that means little ol’ you and little ol’ me—we just fucked and sucked our daddy ... several times each ... sister, dear. And now, Alicia and Carrie are fucking and sucking their daddy," she remarked. "You see a teensy weensy bit of symmetry, there, sister, dear?" Candy asked sardonically.

 

Joanne had the good grace to blush, but she wasn't finished yet. "But ... they're only children. We're all grown up and ... and...."

 

"Bull shit," Candy shot back, annoyed enough to resort to stronger language. "Honey," she said scathingly, "We talked about it in your living room just a little while ago, didn’t we? You do remember when we were kids—you told me about what you wanted one night when we were too horny to sleep—remember? You remember telling me back then you'd just LOVE it if Daddy came into our room and climbed into bed with us, don't you!" Candy demanded.

 

“Don’t you dare tell me you didn’t say it!!” Candy added. “You said it a lot back then, honey....”

 

Joanne flushed a deeper shade of pink. She glanced at her father.

 

"Remember?" Candy continued. "You said you wanted his big ol' cock shoved in so deep up your cunt, that it'd bump your tonsils ... remember, little sister...?"

 

The redness rose from Joanne's neck to engulf her ears and threatened her forehead.

 

"Really?" Grandpa Jack said interestedly. "When did all this happen?" Joanne's face was completely red now.

 

"We were ... well, I was twelve and Joanne was almost eleven," Candy answered. She'd had to think about it for a moment. Memories were flighty things sometimes.

 

"Really??!" Grandpa Jack exclaimed. "You mean...? Wow! That’s just outright ... damn!!”

 

“Hmmmm....” he added, settling back with a thoughtful expression on his face. "You guys were that ... uh ... mature that you were thinking of sex and stuff way back then, huh?" he asked.

 

"Before that, actually...." Candy answered, smiling at her recollections.

 

"Mmmmmm...," was all Grandpa Jack could say. His mind was filled with all sorts of images, some of them repressed, and some of them not.

 

"Before you were eleven and twelve, eh?" he said musingly. He was silent for a moment. "Ten?" There was no response. "Nine? Eight, maybe?" he asked interestedly.

 

"I think it was around eight-years-old when I started really thinking about sex ... maybe it was sooner," Joanne whispered. She was trying to treat this as a normal conversation, one in which she had nothing to hide, and it was forcing out information she hadn't actually meant to reveal.

 

"Eight-years-old ... an’ maybe even earlier!" Grandpa Jack said with satisfaction. "So it wasn't so unusual that Alicia and Carrie wanted to get it on with me when they were that age, was it?" he asked rhetorically.

 

Joanne gasped again. Candy looked annoyed. Joanne's responses were getting a little old.

 

"Oh my...," Joanne said, almost under her breath. She looked at Grandpa Jack reproachfully. "You are having sex with those sweet little girls too!!??" she said accusingly.

 

"Damn right he does," Candy said vigorously. "And he does a good job of it too," she added. "Just like he fucked two sweet girls named Candy and Joanne ... not more'n ten minutes ago," she continued, spreading the irony deep.

 

"Alicia and Carrie haven't been so happy in their lives, as they have since we all have been having sex!!" Candy looked defiantly at her sister. "And with our friends too, sister, dear!!"

 

Grandpa Jack wasn't entirely comfortable with Candy's last revelation. It was quite true, but he wasn’t sure Joanne was ready for the news about all the families who gathered at the campground on a regular basis. Candy was conveniently forgetting how she'd repressed the same urges for taboo sex until the intervention her 'adopted' sister, Sandy, helped execute. (“Grandpa Jack And The Twins, And Mommies And Daddies”)

 

Joanne watched her hands working against each other in her lap. She tried to clinch her fingers tightly, but she couldn’t make them be still. Her body tensed; her face showed the strain she was under.

 

She tried to ignore a sudden memory of wondering how one did sex when she was seven. She tried to banish the remembrance of what she’d done with her big stuffed dolls at three. She wanted to forget she'd just fucked her father ... then had done it again with her big sister and her father in the same bed just moments ago.

 

Then it dawned on her. Joanne glared fiercely at her father.

 

"You came here to fuck my little girls too!" she said, clearly outraged. She stood up angrily. "I got news for ya, buster. Not my girls!!" she squealed defiantly. The room was silent for a long moment.

 

"Actually, we agreed nothing remotely like that was going to happen before we ever pulled up at your front door," Grandpa Jack said evenly. "We agreed amongst the five of us ... we wouldn't have any sexual contact while we were here," he continued.

 

"Actually, until I fucked you a little while ago, I assumed everything about this visit was going to be strictly platonic and above board the whole time we were here," he said.

 

"Actually,” Grandpa Jack continued before Joanne could say anything, “I really didn't know you were going to get in my bed, stark naked and so horny your cunt was already dripping. And once you were there, I didn’t actually know you were gonna fuck me so damned enthusiastically ... and then let your big sister eat my cum outta your cunt either in some really hot girl-on-girl action either!" he remarked ironically. "Actually!" he concluded.

 

Joanne's face was pale; it had been for some time. She was having difficulty absorbing everything about her father’s relationship with ... with ‘Candy’ ... not Candace ... and with Candy’s daughters too. There was too much information, and it was rolling in way too fast.

 

Her face grew hot again. She couldn’t refute what her dad was saying. She had been horny, she had wanted her father's cock inside her ... and she had wanted it all those years ago too. It was all true!

 

Joanne looked down at her lap in confusion, still wringing her hands.

 

"Would you please stop that?" Candy asked dryly, but not unkindly. "You're going to sprain a finger or something...," she explained. Candy giggled.

 

Surprisingly, Joanne smiled tentatively and giggled softly. She finally made her intertwining fingers lay still.

 

"I guess it's not so bad your girls are ... doing their father," Joanne admitted. "They surely don't seem to be ... abused or anything," she continued.

 

"But my girls and Curtis ... they really aren't like Alicia and Carrie. They don’t even think about...," she protested softly.

 

"Who said anything about Curtis?" Candy asked slyly, pouncing swiftly. "Did you say 'Curtis', Daddy? I’m sure I didn't say a word about Curtis ... I think I'd know if I said anything about wanting to see if Curtis would like some of Aunt Candy’s pussy. I would know if I said ‘Curtis’ before Joanne said something about him, don’t you think so, Daddy?"

 

Joanne was taken aback ... which was Candy’s whole intent—deflecting Joanne, and sending her off on a tangent was a tried and true tactic back when they were young. Candy had Joanne thinking about something other than her daughters, sex, their grandfather ... and their grandfather having sex with her daughters. It was all good….

 

"Well, I ... uh ... you...,” Joanne said confusedly. Sometimes talking with her older sister made Joanne’s head spin.

 

Joanne didn't see her father grinning. Grandpa Jack knew his daughter, Candy, was a pretty fair country psychologist ... and she'd argue with a stump 'til the cows came home—very effectively too....

 

Candy shook her head. "Nope! Never said his name...," she remarked sagely. She looked at her sister. "So ... how come Curtis is on your mind ... huh?" she asked roguishly.

 

Joanne's face flamed.

 

"Your fine, big-boned son has a place in the forefront of his sexy mother’s mind, does it? Hmmmmm ... maybe just a little...?" Candy inquired. Her voice was light and teasing.

 

Candy reached for Grandpa Jack's cock and began slowly jacking it up and down. "Curtis’ dick wouldn't be as big as Daddy's is, would it?" Candy remarked speculatively. "But he's pretty husky for a thirteen-year-old boy, huh? Probably has a nice cock for a boy his age, don’t you think?" she asked.

 

Joanne couldn't have spoken if a single word would've guaranteed her all the gold in Fort Knox.

 

"Well?" Candy asked. "Is Curtis' weenie kind of like a skinny like a Slim Jim, honey?" she asked Joanne. "Or more like a Tootsie Roll bar at the checkout ... or a little fatter—or even longer?" she asked. Grandpa Jack's cock was standing tall and hard under Candy's ministrations. "But not as fat as Daddy's is, right?"

 

Joanne nodded distantly. It didn't seem she was actually thinking of Candy's question, but....

 

Candy swooped in! "HAH!" she squealed triumphantly. "You have been checking him out!!" she exclaimed.

 

Joanne's face set new records for redness ... and panic. "No," she said, "I haven't," she said forcefully. But then her native sense of fairness intruded. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Well, maybe ... by accident," she offered.

 

Candy snickered cheerfully. "Accidentally on purpose!" she said dismissively. “My hot little sister’s been checkin’ out her hunky son...,” she sang.

 

She watched Joanne’s face for a bit. "Soooo, Sis, what’re we talkin’ here—shorter than a Slim Jim—longer than a Tootsie Roll?" she asked interestedly.

 

Grandpa Jack stayed silent. Ideas and attitudes were being changed here tonight, right before his eyes. He was against forcing Joanne into his lifestyle, but this interchange of opinions and Candy’s gentle coaxing was certainly kosher. He was totally surprised at the direction things had taken this evening, and amazed how they'd gotten to where they already were. But that was the way things were sometimes.

 

"Uh-huh," Joanne whispered softly.

 

"Uh-huh ... what?" Candy asked loudly. "Can't hear you, Sis," she said.

 

Joanne nodded. "Uh-huh," she repeated faintly, redness sliding like mercury in a thermometer up the side of her face again.

 

"What 'Uh-huh' did you mean?" Candy demanded relentlessly. "Fatter than a Tootsie Roll?"

 

Joanne nodded after a second. Then she nodded a little more strongly. "Bigger ... ahhhh ... thicker ... a little—than the regular size bars at the checkouts," she ventured.

 

"Now we're gettin' somewhere...," Candy growled excitedly; her eyes flashed with renewed lust. Her hands massaged Grandpa Jack's cock and gently fondled his ball sack. She bent over and kissed the tip of her father's penis.

 

Joanne's eyes were drawn to the sight. She licked her lips. For the first time in a long while, her hands were at peace in her lap. Both Candy and Grandpa Jack could see Joanne's nipples becoming erect, hardening, and reddening once more.

 

Joanne’s face was still flushed, but the pink was changing from an embarrassed hue to one of excitement.

 

"Honey," Candy said to her sister slowly, "you won't believe how tasty a young teenage boy's cock is 'til you've had one in your mouth. Boys are so smooth and tender and they want it soooooooo much," she continued enthusiastically. "And they're hard all the time," she added.

 

"Ahhhh...," Joanne tried to find a way to ask delicately. Candy didn't have any sons, so.... "How...?"

 

"We'll fill you in later," Candy told her sister lightly. "But honey, right now ... even with you covered with Daddy's cum and my pussy juice ... I can smell how hot you're getting, just sittin' there," she said. "Before you leave, I know you really need a nice, big, hard ol' daddy-cock inside you again," she offered invitingly.

 

"Don't you think so, Daddy?" she asked.

 

"Absolutely!" Grandpa Jack responded. His left hand reached out, tugging at Joanne's light robe, and the underlying nightgown. He didn't have to do much coaxing.

 

In seconds, Joanne was naked again. Throwing herself into a new-found licentious mind-set, Joanne rose, lifted her leg over her father's body. She squatted and guided his hard-on inside her slimy cunt for another round of incestuous fucking. With Candy nibbling at Joanne’s nipples and stroking her belly and below, it wasn't long before Joanne was cumming hard on her daddy's cock again.

 

Then the sisters changed places and did it with Daddy's cock inside Candy.

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

In the inky darkness just before dawn, Candy and Joanne sneaked back into the house, careful not to awaken any of Joanne's children as they tiptoed in. A few minutes after she and her sister successfully navigated their way inside, Candy walked her naked, cum-smeared, and thoroughly exhausted daughters back to the room Joanne had set aside for them. They'd still been in bed with their father. The girls and their father had fallen asleep after a lot of carefully muffled sex. Brett had happily satisfied both girls while their mother and aunt serviced Grandpa Jack outside in the motor home.

 

Candy hoped the girls could manage to wash all their father's cum off their bodies and faces before they tumbled into their own beds, but when she reflected on the issue just before dropping into a deep sleep herself, she found she didn't much care if they did or not. If Joanne's kids noticed, and particularly if they figured out just what that scummy film actually was all over the twins' bodies, it would probably speed things up a little.

 

Candy couldn’t stop grinning. Somewhere in the overnight hours filled with sex between the two grown sisters and their father, Joanne had come around to the idea of her children and husband being included in the new lifestyle Candy and Grandpa Jack introduced her to.

 

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

No one got up early the next morning. If left to their own devices, kids on their summer break will sleep until hunger wakes them. Joanne’s three children and the Winston twins were no exception. And, this morning, none of the four adults were inclined to climb out of bed before they had to. They were too worn out from a night of sex and intrigue to care that the time for breakfast ... or brunch ... had come and gone.

 

Grandpa Jack was the first to wake and, noting the time and the fact that no one seemed in the mood to fix lunch, he called for Chinese delivery from a circular magnetically pinned to Joanne’s refrigerator. His lips curled into a happy smile every time he thought about the night before.

 

Thirteen-year-old Curtis was the first to notice an exciting something had changed in the Hamilton home. Still yawning, Curtis was heading down the hall from his bedroom toward the upstairs hallway bathroom when his mother walked up behind him.

 

"Mornin' sugar," Joanne said, wrapping her arms around her sleepy son's chest from behind and hugging him tight.

 

Curtis was shirtless. He did that often. He liked going without a shirt to display a body he thought was growing up very nicely, man-wise. His shoulders were broader than most boys his age, his biceps thicker, his pecs more developed and his leg muscles were getting stronger all the time. Now if he could just grow a little taller....

 

Without a shirt, Curtis could feel his mother's barely covered breasts squash softly against his bare back with delicious warmth; there was no doubt what he was feeling back there. Startled, Curtis was suddenly wide awake; his eyes grew as big as saucers. He didn't move a muscle, even when his mother’s hands slipped lower on his chest all the way to his waist.

 

Joanne found her son’s blue jeans were unfastened at the top, though they weren’t unzipped yet, in preparation for using the bathroom. She slid her fingers down between the denim and her son’s belly.

 

Curtis didn’t know if his mother was checking to find out if he was going commando or what. If that was why her fingers were stroking his flesh down his abdomen, she quickly found out he was. That was because he never wore underwear if he could get away with it. He liked the feeling of his penis dangling loose and free ... or stiffening into a hard spike when a girl excited him. Being without underwear gave him a wicked, yummy feeling.

 

"Is my big guy feelin’ good this morning?" Joanne murmured in Curtis' ear. She traced a line of little kisses down Curtis' left neck and shoulder, leaving her hands where they were, buried palm-deep down inside the belt loop of his jeans.

 

Curtis' Mom hugged his body back against her. She slipped her hands out of the partially unzipped opening in his jeans and caressed down the front of his pants legs. Her fingers were splayed wide and her hand stroked directly over Curtis’ burgeoning hard-on, but she didn’t say a word. She didn’t stop caressing her son’s body either.

 

Curtis had the presence of mind to wonder about what was going on. Mom had never—never-EVER—done that before. Heck, she'd never done any of this before.

 

"Grandpa Jack ordered some Chinese takeout and it just got here," Curtis’ Mom whispered in his ear. "Go get washed up and come on down while it's still hot, okay?" she said.

 

With a pat to his butt cheeks with both hands, or was it ... a squeeze? Mom stepped lithely around her son and strode off down the hallway, barefoot and unselfconscious, her hips swaying lasciviously. Mom was showing a lot of shapely leg this morning; in fact, her shorts were so short and her top so skimpy, she was exposing acres of mommy-flesh. Mom grinned over her shoulder at her only son and blew him a lewd little kiss before starting down the stairs.

 

The young teen boy looked down at his belly, where his mother's hands had been only moments earlier. He thought he could still feel the heat where they'd been.

 

Curtis was a normal thirteen-year-old boy. That is to say, he got a hard-on whenever he was downwind of a nubile female. Hormones ruled Curtis’ life. This morning, he'd awakened with a hard-on, he'd put his pants on with a hard-on, and he'd been making his way to the bathroom he shared with his sisters with a hard-on tucked inside his jeans. Then, he’d been accosted by his own mother….

 

Curtis knew his posture was silly, standing there in the deserted hallway, looking down at himself, but he couldn’t help himself. He pulled his jeans out at the waist so he could see down inside. Damn! His hard-on was bigger and harder than he could remember it ever being before, thanks to Mom! He couldn’t think straight. Had Mom’s fingertips actually touched the mushroom-shaped tip when her hands were exploring inside his jeans? Or was that just his imagination. He groaned with the frustration.

 

There was a tap on his right shoulder. He straightened as quickly as he could and turned in that direction.

 

"Standing there lookin' at it? Seriously, Curt?" his big sister Julie asked him derisively as she slipped around him on his other side.

 

Curtis tried to defend himself, but no words came to mind. His eyes followed his sister’s body as she slipped inside the bathroom they shared. He always did that. His big sister was sexy as all get out, in his estimation.

 

Just before the bathroom door closed completely, Curtis had the satisfaction of seeing his older sister's eyes widen in surprise when her gaze drifted down to the crotch of his blue jeans. Julie actually stopped the door from shutting completely and even opened it back up a couple of inches to look more closely. Her amazed expression ... it was a compliment ... made him feel better during the long wait for her to come out.

 

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When Joanne got downstairs, she found her sister was dressed much as she was. Short shorts, bare legs, and a scanty top. So were Alicia and Carrie. There didn’t seem to be much point in discreetly hiding their bodies, considering what all of them now knew was simmering in Joanne Hamilton’s home.

 

When Julie and Stacey came down, they quickly observed the new clothing standards and scooted back up to their rooms for a quick change. They didn’t know what was going on, but they didn’t intend to allow their cousins to be more alluringly clothed than the Hamilton girls were.

 

Alicia and Carrie flirted openly with Curtis this morning. They closed the distance between themselves and their father too. Little touches and barely concealed strokes passed back and forth between Brett and his twin daughters. Candy joined in too, hugging her daughters close and holding them tight.

 

Brett smiled knowingly at Joanne, his eyes dancing. When her children weren’t around, Joanne’s brother-in-law caressed her arms, her torso, and her legs. Twice, when Joanne’s kids were distracted, Brett even cupped his sister-in-law’s breasts.

 

Joanne returned all the attention she got in spades. She squeezed Brett’s cock through the fabric of his shorts and gave him ready access to her barely concealed breasts. When her kids left the room, Joanne joined her sister in sandwiching Brett between them; they fondled his cock and balls together.

 

Everyone could feel the building excitement in the Hamilton home was a palpable presence.

 

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That afternoon, Grady came back home. He actually was home much earlier than anyone had thought he’d be. He’d been expected in the late evening today—Tuesday—or maybe even tomorrow. But he walked in the front door just after everyone else finished lunch. Turned out, the seminar Grady was scheduled to attend in the city folded early, after multiple cancellations from other potential participants. He'd caught an earlier flight home.

 

He’d even come home in a taxi from the airport, instead of phoning for a ride. He came in without knocking, pleased with himself and smiling at the mini-chaos he caused by being early. He grinned approvingly when he saw all the womenfolk were dressed to impress.

 

Grady was a ‘the-glass-is-half-full’ kind of guy anyway, so he came in the door smiling happily. His smile grew even wider when Alicia and Carrie moved in closer to him than they’d been a couple days earlier. They gave themselves a lot more freedom in expressing their affection too. Actually, they plastered themselves against his body whenever they got an opening. Grady's smile was positively beaming.

 

On the other hand, her husband’s abrupt appearance caught Joanne very much by surprise. Her mischievous self-confidence of the morning drained away almost as quickly as the blood did from her face when he came through the front door unannounced. She recovered enough to be able to interact with him for a while, but it was only a show—she was badly rattled….

 

"Honey, you need anything at the mall?" Joanne asked nervously coming into the bedroom they shared. Her husband was unpacking the few items he'd taken in the overnight case. Joanne sat down—just before she would have collapsed—on the edge of the bed, her hands nervously working in her lap.

 

Her posture was correct—back straight, head up, shoulders square and held back. Her face betrayed her considerable stress and apprehension. Grady knew something was bothering his wife, but he didn't know what it might be.

 

"Soooo ... what'd y'all do last night?" Grady asked casually. He guessed there was something definitive—some overt event—that was causing a severe disturbance in his wife’s normally placid behavior. He deliberately did not look directly at Joanne to watch her reaction, but his peripheral vision was good enough.

 

Joanne flinched at Grady’s question. Her face blanched a sickly shade of pale.

 

Grady didn’t know what she was hiding, but he knew she was going to tell him what was up and it wouldn’t be a very long wait. Joanne couldn’t keep a secret to save her life.

 

"Hmmmm? Cat got your tongue?" Grady teased. He was apparently gazing raptly at his hand as it put his favorite cufflinks back in their place on the top of the bureau. In fact, he was still watching Joanne from the corner of his eye.

 

"My sister," Joanne began huskily, her hands clinched tight. "My sister ... I ... we ... we drank some wine ... and talked ... we drank some wine....”

 

"Oh ... you drank a little wine, did you?” Grady asked casually. “Did your sister remember you can't hold your liquor worth a darn?" he remarked in a smiling voice.

 

He turned away to put his handkerchiefs in the top bureau drawer. "What else did ya do?"

 

Joanne's knuckles were white. "We ... well ... honey, you know I love you ... my sister ... she ... we did ... we drank some wine ... and we....” She couldn't finish.

 

Grady had turned around now, looking at his wife curiously. "You and your sister ... did what, honey?"

 

"We ... Grady, honey, I told you about me and my sister ... when we were young ... remember?"

 

He had to think. They'd been married a little less than fourteen years—Joanne hadn't wanted to be married with her belly pushing out a long way in front of her with her first baby so they’d waited until Julie was born. Over those fourteen years, all the information she’d shared with him would fill a big, big room full of file cabinets, or several multi-terabit hard drives. So it took him a little while to do even a perfunctory scan in his mind of the things Joanne had told him about her sister. His eyes widened.

 

"Oh ... OHHHH," he breathed into the silence of the bedroom. "Well ... did you really??? WOW!” he said incredulously. “Well, I'll be damned...," he added.

 

Joanne looked up for the first time in several minutes. She was confused. She knew her husband, or at least, she thought she did. For some reason, he didn’t sound like he was even a little bit upset. He sounded more like he was just marveling at the idea.

 

"So, you and Candace got a little tipsy and what ... one thing led to another? Y'all did some more 'experimenting' huh?" Grady's eyes weren't quite focused on his wife sitting on the bed. His mind was supplying images of a naked sister-in-law and his wife at erotic play.

 

"Uhhhh," he ventured. "I ... don't want you to take this the wrong way, hon," he said, "but did you take any pictures or...,” he asked hopefully, “did you happen to make a video of you and Candace together...?" His voice was almost pleading.

 

"GRADY HAMILTON!!" Joanne squealed, utterly shocked at her husband's question ... and at the unexpectedly forgiving tone of his voice. She’d thought Grady would be furious, but his attitude was not even slightly angry. Of course, he didn’t know everything ... yet. He didn’t know the most important thing she’d done last night ... but still....

 

"Okay, okay," Grady said placatingly. “No videos—got it!” The grin on his face wouldn’t die though. He stuck out his tongue at his distressed wife and turned back to the nearly empty suitcase to finish unpacking.

 

"You aren't mad at me?" Joanne asked in a strangled voice. She knew she needed to correct her husband’s analysis of what had gone on last night, but she held off for a moment longer.

 

"Nah!" Grady answered shortly. Her question gave him an idea. He could keep on being ‘upset’ she hadn't taken any pics.... Well, maybe not—not right now. Joanne was still troubled by something and it behooved Grady to find out what it was before he made any more jokes. He had to live with the lady and it made better sense for him to not intentionally piss her off....

 

"Ohhhhh ... well, ya know?" Grady remarked as casually serious as he could. "I'm only surprised it took this long for you and your sister to ... reconnect ... as it were," he told her.

 

Grady’s mind escaped his best intentions. It sprang back into action and supplied even more images of his busty wife and equally busty sister-in-law doing naughty, naked things together....

 

He sighed, but only to himself—it wouldn’t do to let Joanne hear him again bemoan the lack of a permanent record of their encounter. He tried to banish all the naked imagery from his mind while he carried his shaving kit to the bathroom and tossed it in a catch-all drawer where it would stay, until the next time.

 

"I guess I'm only shocked that you didn't drag your Dad in on the action, seeing as how y’all were all by yourself ... unsupervised, as it were, an’ all,” he said lightly as he came back into the bedroom. You told me once, when you were kids, you and Candace were both pretty intent on doing something ... ah ... ‘biblical’ ... with him, you remember that?”

 

The lifeless silence in the bedroom was deafening. Grady turned and cocked his head to one side when Joanne didn't reply immediately—an inquiring expression spread over his face. He turned from the dresser and gazed at his wife. His wife was sitting forlornly on the edge of the bed and twisting her fingers about each other.

 

"Honey...?" Grady asked. He cocked his head to the side.

 

Joanne burst into tears that rolled down her cheeks. Bawling, she turned and threw herself face down on the bed, humiliated and afraid to face him.

 

Grady sat down beside her on the bed, and began stroking his wife's back and shoulders. “OHHHH ... MY ... GOD!” he breathed.

 

Grady had come to terms with Joanne’s forbidden desires a long time ago and the idea of her wanting to have sex with their father wasn’t shocking to him anymore. In fact, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been shocked at what Joanne wanted to do with her father. And, he admitted to himself, if he was Grandpa Jack, he’d have let Joanne do whatever she wanted with him....

 

"I'm so sorry," Joanne whimpered, when her sobs subsided enough to speak. "I'm soooo very sorry, Grady. I did something terrible with my father too," she admitted.

 

"Yessssss...?" Grady murmured softly. His eyes were glittering with an inner fire. His hands never stopped massaging his wife's back. His mind was filled with all new images.

 

"I had ... I ... we had some wine ... I had....” She couldn't finish.

 

"...Lots of hot, sweaty, monkey sex with your father...?" Grady suggested helpfully. His tone was light and teasing.

 

His question made Joanne freeze anyway. Her husband’s reaction should have been an angry indictment of an enraged, betrayed spouse. Even though what Grady said didn’t sound like an accusation, Joanne thought she should feel guilty and ashamed for having set aside her marriage vows—she wanted to feel that shame; she wanted to feel that way really bad … but she didn’t.

 

What Grady's words actually evoked was an abrupt scorching hot, wet and squirmy sensation in her cunt. She fought to control a lust that blossomed as suddenly as a thrown electric switch.

 

"I ... I...," Joanne tried to speak. She summoned all her will power and made a final push. "YES, DAMMIT!" she forced out. It was good to confess, but the carnal magma was still writhing deep inside her.

 

"Grady ... Candy was teasing me and we were drinking ... and I ... it was all dark in the RV and he thought it was Candy ... and then Candy did come in ... and.... Oh God, can you ever forgive me, darling. I promise....”

 

Grady didn't say anything for a space.

 

"Grady?"

 

"Hmmmm?"

 

Grady was thinking—Grandpa Jack thought it was ‘Candy’ out in the RV? Whatever happened to ‘Candace’? Candace wasn’t Candace anymore, eh? And if Grandpa Jack had been right that it was ‘Candy’, it would’ve been alright because...?

 

"Will you forgive me?” Joanne asked humbly. “I ... is there any chance ... for us? I’ll tell Candy and everyone they have to go....” Joanne said hesitantly. “Will you...?”

 

"Hmmmm? Will I what...?” Grady had to play catch up. His mind had been in a dark bedroom somewhere with a naked Candace Winston and his wife squirming all over each other and Grandpa Jack’s naked body while they did nasty, horrible, utterly delicious things....

 

He thought for a moment, replaying her last few words in his mind. Then he realized....

 

“Oh sure, honey...,” Grady said absentmindedly. He saw an opening to lower the stress level. "You're forgiven and all that ... but honey, every danged smart phone in the house can take pictures and video. I really think you could have at least taken at least a few shots....”

 

Joanne's body convulsed. She rolled over on the bed and pressed herself up to a sitting position. She glowered balefully at her husband.

 

"God DAMN it, Grady!" she hissed through clinched teeth. "There aren't any fuckin' pictures! There never were any pictures! And there never will be!”

 

“Aren’t you even listening to what I'm saying?!! I had sex with my own father last night!"

 

Her husband just stood there. He was right in front of her and smiling tolerantly—waiting....

 

His understanding infuriated Joanne. She started to get up off the bed. It pissed her off even more when Grady leaned in and pushed her gently back onto the bed. He crawled on top, weighting her down with his own body, capturing a wrist in each hand and jamming the backs of her hands onto the coverlet over her head. Joanne wasn’t tied down, but she was, more or less, helpless. Joanne struggled, but Grady was much too heavy for her to buck him off, and too strong for her to escape if he didn't want her to.

 

"Ready to listen, sugar?" Grady asked calmly. She glared, but stopped trying to get out from under him. Grady took that as meaning she was ready to hear him out.

 

"Look, honey,” he began. “...we've been married for a long time and we were together for a while before that, right? Grady smiled tenderly down at her. "I remember that, like it was yesterday—and if I ever forget, all I have to do is look at our number one daughter … and compare marriage licenses and birth certificates, right?" He chuckled. "And then I can feel really good all over again. He kissed unresponsive lips, gaining a little time while he carefully chose the right words.

 

"Honey, I have always known the quickest way to get you hotter'n a two-dollar pistol was to just whisper in your ear....” Grady leaned close to his wife’s ear.

 

"Who's your Daddy, little girl?" he rumbled suggestively.

 

Joanne swallowed hard. Even though she was trying to be truthful and confess she’d done something terrible to her husband, Grady's question added more fire to that something deep inside her ... and it was now furnace hot, deliciously gooey … and utterly wanton.

 

That didn't keep her from staring daggers at Grady. "What are you saying, damn it?" she asked acidly. She was glad her husband wasn’t in a towering rage about this but he should at least be a little upset!

 

Grady chuckled, not intimidated by Joanne's frostiness. "I'm saying ... dear wife ... you've had the hots for your Daddy for a long time and I knew it when we got married!" He paused to gauge his wife's reaction.

 

"I'm only a little shocked that you never did it ... screwed him ... before now," he said cheerfully. "I thought I gave you enough space the last time he came to visit to get ‘er done, but I guess not," he remarked.

 

He let go of her hands, rolled off her body, and leaned on his elbow. Joanne stayed flat of her back on the surface of the be. Grady gazed down at her. "Guess the moon was in the right house this year, huh?" he quipped. He had the audacity to grin at her.

 

Grady watched her process everything he’d said ... and all the things he hadn’t said that he could have. He knew his wife very well. For instance, he knew that right now, she was about as horny as she could get, and he was going to take full advantage of that in another couple of moments.

 

Joanne relaxed back on the bed and covered her eyes with a forearm to blot out the world while she considered her husband’s words. "You're really not mad at me, are you?" she asked wonderingly.

 

"Nope," he replied. "Well ... maybe a little," he corrected himself. He waited.

 

"A little?" Joanne asked.

 

"Yeah, well honey...,” he said in mock exasperation. “I still think you could have been a little more understanding and taken a few pictures or videos on your smartphone ... or maybe even used the new digital camcorder, ya know? I mean ... the reason we got it was for special occasions, right?"

 

"You sonofabitch!" Joanne said sharply. But she was smiling underneath the forearm that covered her eyes. "Nex' time I'll do nothing but take pictures, if that's what you want," she told him.

 

"That's my girl!" Grady said approvingly, patting her cheek.

 

Joanne wound her arms around her husband’s neck pulled him on top of her again and they kissed. She’d caught the fact that Grady hadn't said a word about this thing never happening again, or else...! In fact, he apparently accepted that there would be a next time—and he didn’t have a problem with the idea!! Incredible....

 

"Soooo," Grady said thoughtfully. "Hmmmmm ... how’s Candace feelin’ about all this?" The images in his mind were scalding hot again. “Ahhhhhh, how would she feel about a little ... ah ... brother-in-law monkey sex, you think?”

 

Joanne stiffened. Then she made herself relax. What was good for the goose was definitely good for the gander. If she could have sex with a family member, then so could Grady. Sister-in-law sex wasn’t in the same category as sister-sister or father-daughter sex, but it was just a rung or two below that.

 

She took a couple of deep breaths. This was a new era. Things between her and her husband were not the same as they’d been last week, or even just yesterday ... before last night’s romp with her father.

 

"Well, first off, she wants to be called Candy now,” she told her husband calmly. "Candy, was right there with me and we both fucked our father ‘til we were all three pretty near exhausted. And she’ll undoubtedly be perfectly willing to fuck your brains out too, honey," she told him.

 

"Cool!" Grady remarked approvingly. A thought occurred to him. "But where's Brett in all this?"

 

Joanne watched him, a little pensively. She remembered her reactions to certain things last night. Grady had already surprised her this afternoon.

 

"Well ... I....” She wondered how she should tell him. “Well ... first off, he's okay with ... ahhhh ... everything," Joanne remarked.

 

"Very cool!" Grady said enthusiastically. "One of those open marriages, huh?"

 

"Well ... yeah ... something like that...," Joanne said hesitantly, “...open relationships, for sure.”

 

"Hmmmm?" Grady asked, hearing the reservation in her voice. “What is it you’re not saying?” he asked curiously.

 

"JOANNE! ARE YOU COMING??"

 

Husband and wife froze into pillars of salt. No, they weren't cumming, but Grady’s hand was on Joanne’s breast and one of hers was sneaking between their bodies to fondle him. If they’d been given a few minutes longer, they might very well have been.

 

They didn't immediately recognize Candy's voice, breaking in as it did so abruptly into their conversation. After a second’s thought, Joanne recalled why she’d come into the bedroom in the first place. She rose from the bed and began straightening her hair and smoothing her tank top and shorts. She, her sister, and the whole crew of kids, plus Brett, were going to the mall.

 

Grady watched approvingly. He'd very much liked the sway and bounce of his wife’s unbound breasts beneath her thin crop top T-shirt.

 

"I'LL BE OUT IN A SEC...," Joanne called.

 

There was a muffled response neither Joanne nor Grady understood, but it sound like as it was in approving.

 

"I gotta go…," Joanne said to her husband, turning to face him. "We'll talk more when I get back, okay?" she said, gathering up her purse and slipping on a pair of wedgie sandals to go with her blue jean cutoffs and crop top.

 

She smiled to herself, pleased that Grady was nodding approvingly at her sexy appearance. She was sure she could get used to this brazen, sexually oriented new world her father and sister were opening up for her.

 

She made her way to the door and opened it. Just before shutting it behind her to give Grady some privacy, she hesitated. She glanced around to make sure the hallway was disserted.

 

Joanne stuck her face back around the door and smiled at her husband. "Oh, Grady, sweetie?" she said quietly.

 

"Hmmmm?" Grady replied. He was laying back on the bed, thinking nasty thoughts about his wife and sister-in-law.

 

"About Brett?" Joanne asked.

 

"Mmmmm-huh?"

 

"Well, I thought you should know—while Candy and I were having all that ... hot monkey sex with our Daddy...?"

 

Grady smiled, relishing the words from his wife. He was sure Candy would soon be getting to know her brother-in-law in a most wonderful way….

 

"Brett was having hot ... sweaty ... monkey sex with his daughters," Joanne concluded, firmly closing the door She walked quickly down the hall and outside the front door.

 

Stunned, Grady Hamilton sat bolt upright on the bed. His eyes were wide as saucers and his eyebrows threatened to climb up into his scalp with surprise.

 

"Jesus ... H ... Christ!!" Grady breathed in a disbelieving voice.

 

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Grady sat on the bed, not moving for many long, disbelieving, moments, trying to absorb what his wife had revealed about his in-laws, and everything the bare revelation implied. His smartphone rang. He lunged up and grabbed it from the dresser.

 

"Honey," Joanne said brightly in his ear, when he finally answered." Background noise told Grady his wife was loading kids into the SUV. A car door closed in the background.

 

"Uh-huh?" Grady answered, still dazed by his wife's revelation about her brother-in-law and the two sexy twin preteen girls. Sexy hadn’t been a word he allowed himself to think of in connection with his wife’s two young nieces ... not until just a moment ago, anyway.

 

"Change of plan, sweetie—I had a minute with Brett on the way out, honey.” Joanne paused. “Brett and his girls have decided they aren't going to the mall with the rest of us, okay, sugar? They'll be staying here ... with you.” She paused again and giggled softly. Her voice had dropped a couple of octaves as she whispered provocatively to her husband on the phone.

 

"Grady? GRADY? Are you there, honey?" Joanne asked. Her voice was smiling; it was almost smiling maliciously. He’d been in control of her earlier when she’d been so troubled. Now it was his turn.

 

Paybacks are such a ... rhymes with ‘witch’.

 

"Yeah," Grady answered hoarsely. "I'm here."

 

"Is them staying here with you okay?" Joanne asked.

 

Grady sensed the hidden message; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to decipher it. He took a deep breath and held it.

 

The angel on his right shoulder urged him to say the young girls and their father should go with Joanne to the mall—that was the only proper thing to do. The devil on his left shoulder pooh-poohed that idea, chuckling wickedly. The angel didn’t have a chance. Grady toppled the angel off and away with a flick of his fingers; he stroked the devil’s evil little body while the devil sent lewd mental images of two hottie girls wriggling on and over their father in the bedroom downstairs.

 

Grady took a deep breath. "Yeah ... I'm okay with it," he replied huskily. He was committed.

 

"Well ... okay then," Joanne said after a short pause. The hidden message had been understood, and answered. She found she was okay with 'it' also. She giggled.

 

"Oh, Grady?" she said before he could hang up.

 

"Yes?"

 

Joanne's voice was quieter. Perhaps some nearby ears weren't cleared for what she was about to say.

 

"Grady, honey...?" she said sweetly. “Don't forget to take some pictures, ‘kay?"

 

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Grady was still sitting on the edge of his and his wife's bed when there was knock at the door. His whole body tensed and he caught his breath. He'd been waiting for a few minutes, pretty sure he what was coming, but the reality was here ... and he wasn’t entirely sure he was ready.

 

"Yes?" he called out in voice that was steady enough to surprise him. His mind was anything but steady.

 

"Grady?" his wife’s brother-in-law answered. "All right if we come in?" Brett asked coolly.

 

It took Grady two tries to answer. "Sure," he croaked.

 

The door opened slowly, almost agonizingly so.

 

Grady tried to breathe but his throat was too tight.

 

Around the edge of the door stepped a blonde vision of barely pubescent loveliness in the form of a stark naked, twelve-year-old, Alicia Winston. An equally nude Carrie followed her through the doorway, or maybe it was Carrie first and Alicia second—Grady had no idea.

 

Both cuties had put their blond hair up in cornrows with two long braids hanging down behind their heads to their shoulders a la Bo Derek for their trip to the mall. The effect they knew they'd have created in men and boys there worked just as well on their uncle, as they knew it would.

 

Their cupcake-sized breasts were capped with pinkish nipples that were so hard they were poking holes in the air. The girls’ firm breasts jiggled just the teensiest little bit with each step they took. Their hands were comfortably at their sides, hanging down their long, shapely legs. The twins had nothing to hide—they loved exposing their hairless young pussies ... and all the rest of their bodies too. They’d cultivated light, all-over tans just for that purpose.

 

The young girls walked gracefully—glided—hand-in-hand. They stopped just short of their Uncle Grady’s knees where he sat on the edge of the mattress. He gazed at them, totally captivated. They were slender—they carried their young breasts high on their chest—their figures flared gently at their hips, but not much—their bellies were flat and creamy smooth.

 

He could see the gently flexing of firm muscles in their satin-smooth thighs as they minced their way toward him. A stray thought wafted its way through his mind; if Bo was a ten, either one of these girls was a twenty. Together, they were a zillion.

 

"Oh my God...!" Grady whispered to himself.

 

"You like … Uncle Grady?" Alicia, or was it Carrie, asked softly, smiling. The girl’s eyes dropped to the building bulge in his pants. "Oh, you do!" she cooed seductively, very much pleased with her uncle’s reaction.

 

The two twelve-year-olds each grabbed an arm. Gently, they pulled Grady to his feet and, without words—without bothering to ask permission—they began stripping off his clothing. It took only seconds.

 

The girls stepped back, looking behind them at the doorway. They smiled wantonly.

 

"Soooo," the twin’s father asked, "which one of these slutty little angels do you want first, Grady? The girls say you get to choose … this time…."

 

Grady could only stare, bemused. He hadn’t noticed Brett coming in the bedroom. Even though the girls had been naked when they walked in ... even though it was they who had taken charge ... even though his wife had told him what the twins did last night with their father—Grady was instinctively alarmed. Just looking at a nude twelve-year-old girl was grounds for instantaneous ... well, a whole bunch of bad things he didn’t want to think of right now.

 

Grady was naked now … and so was his brother-in-law. It wasn't that Grady hadn't seen a nude man before. There were plenty of dangling penises in the locker room at the gym, but nobody in the locker room ever had a hard-on.

 

But Brett did. Brett’s dick was hard as a steel spike—unabashedly so. Brett’s prick was standing tall and proud—and he wasn’t trying to hide it with a gym towel either.

 

Suddenly, Grady realized his own erection was jutting out from his groin, probing the air forcefully and just as nakedly proud as Brett’s was. Indeed, how could it be otherwise in the presence of two such hot, apparently willing young girls?

 

His mind finally caught up with events. What was that Brett had called them? Slutty angels?

 

The girls showed no dismay at the raunchy lewdness from their own father. To the contrary, both were smiling mischievously and wriggling their hips, undulating and writhing to an unheard erotic melody. The twins were clearly quite happy to be the sluts their father said they were.

 

Alicia and Carrie looked happily at the two men, smiling approvingly at their uncle and then back at their father. Both men were well built and fit. Grady was probably a little heavier—after all, he lifted weights, off and on throughout the year, to work off stress he brought home from his business.

 

Grady was a little shorter than the girls’ father—Brett was nearly six feet while Grady was perhaps five foot, ten inches tall. The girls took in Grady’s broad shoulders, thick arms and legs, and the light dusting of hair on his chest. His features were pleasant, and his eyes dark. And his hard cock was a nice size—neither too large nor too small for them.

 

The girls liked everything they saw. They smiled blissfully. This was going to be such a fun afternoon....

 

Grady pointed with his right hand helplessly, not knowing how to answer his wife’s brother-in-law. He didn’t even know which ‘slutty little angel’ he was gesturing towards, much less which would be best to initiate him in this taboo thing they were about to do.

 

"Okay, Alicia, it is," Brett said enthusiastically. "A fine choice, if I do say so myself," he said facetiously, plainly not intimidated at all by the unusual circumstances.

 

"Yes," Grady said hoarsely. "Alicia."

 

Alicia slipped up to Grady and stood on her tiptoes to kiss her uncle's lips. Her right hand slipped down his chest and then below his belly. She grasped his burgeoning hard-on, holding it as she would a hammer, and gently jacked his cock up and down while she held her first deep kiss with her Uncle Grady. Alicia thrust her pink tongue inside her uncle's mouth. It searched out, then dueled with Grady's tongue, flicking at her uncle’s and curling back to entice him to return the favor.

 

Grady decided he was quickly getting over the idea that having sex with such a young girl could be wrong. He cupped Alicia's right breast and squeezed tenderly, massaging and molding the soft firmness in his palm. Her small nipples hardened under his touch. He bent low to suck one lovely pencil-eraser size nubbin into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly while twirling gently the other between thumb and forefinger.

 

Alicia sucked in her breath and began masturbating Grady more vigorously. She looked back at her father. "He's gettin' the hang of it, Daddy," she said with a saucy grin.

 

Brett smiled and looked Grady dead in the eyes. "Hot little cum slut, isn't she?" he asked Grady. He winked naughtily.

 

Brett stood behind Carrie and wrapped his arms around her. His hands cupped Carrie's young boobies and gently pinched her nipples. They were already erect—they became diamond hard.

 

Carrie's hands went behind her, obviously fondling her father’s cock while Grady watched. Brett's hips began a slow motion bucking, moving slowly back and forth as he fucked his penis into his daughter’s soft hands.

 

"How do you want to do me the first time, Uncle Grady?" Alicia purred into Grady's ear. Somehow she'd dragged his head down almost to her level. She nipped at his earlobe and kissed her way down his neck to the hollow of his shoulder. When he didn’t answer, she pulled her head back and looked at him appraisingly.

 

Grady gestured helplessly. He didn’t want to hurt the young girl.

 

"That's okay," Alicia said, patting his cheek gently. She completely understand his quandary.

 

"You jus’ lay back and I'll take care of ever'thing, okay, Uncle Grady...." She was addressing him as "Uncle" as often as she could, because she knew something forbidden and taboo made the sex that much hotter and nastier. Alicia loved hot, nasty sex.

 

She licked her lips in anticipation and pressed Grady back until the back of his knees touched the edge of the bed. She kept the pressure on, following her uncle down as he lay back on the bed. She knee-walked her way up on the outside of his thighs until his cock was pointing right into her pretty pussy lips.

 

Grady tried to say something; but he never knew what. In the event, he never got out whatever he would have said because Alicia leaned low to resume the lover's kiss they'd broken a few heartbeats ago.

 

"Jus' relax, Uncle Grady," Alicia said quietly. "I'll show you how to fuck little girls, okay?"

 

Grady was a little shocked at her words. He was a full-grown man, and she was only a child ... and then he understood. He really didn't know a thing about having sex with a pre-teen girl.

 

"Carrie and me were playing with ourselves in our room," Alicia whispered in Grady's ear. She pinched his man nipples, smiling at the moan she got from her uncle. "We were supposed to go to the mall, but we were ready to go already," she continued. "So we stuck our dildos in our nasty ... hot ... steaming ... little cunts," she murmured in a sultry tone.

 

She was rubbing the head of her uncle's dick between her sopping outer labia.

 

"An' that was a good thing," she added. " 'Cause it stretched our lil' cunnies enough so big guys like you and my daddy could fuck us 'til we cum all over ourselves, huh?"

 

Grady could barely breathe. The ultra-pleasurable sensations of his cock sliding up and down the length of the young girl's slit were almost too much to bear. Alicia’s earthy commentary was driving him even crazier.

 

"Don't tease too much, Alicia," Brett cautioned his daughter. "You're not going to get all of Uncle Grady's cum in your cunt if you aren’t careful."

 

Grady groaned. The young girl's father was giving his daughter tips on how to fuck her uncle. Then he understood. Brett was working with the girls to make this one hell of an afternoon for Mister Grady Hamilton—to help ease Grady’s entry into these taboo sexual encounters.

 

"I won't mess up, Daddy," Alicia said in a reassuring voice. "Uncle Grady is going to fuck my 'widdle' pussy just fine, aren't you Uncle Grady?" She asked.

 

Grady would have whimpered if he could have. He looked up at the sexually excited pre-teen and then away. He wondered if counting to a million would help him with his control.

 

The bed moved under his body. Grady looked up to see young Carrie had crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees beside Alicia.

 

Her father was behind her with his feet planted solidly on the bedroom carpet. Carrie looked down between her legs, reached a hand back to spread her outer pussy lips—her father's cock rammed deep inside her baby cunt.

 

Carrie grunted and threw her head up. Her eyes closed and a preoccupied look covered her features. She wiggled her hips, adjusted her knees on the bedspread, and crouched a little lower. Her Daddy's cock was seated solidly in her vagina. With his big hands holding her hips firmly, her father began a slow thrust and withdraw cadence that made the bed, and all four occupants, rock and sway.

 

Distracted, and totally astonished by what he was seeing, Grady was surprised when Alicia's puffy outer lips parted and her vagina opened easily. His cock began sliding deep inside his niece as her groin settled down over his.

 

Alicia grinned down at him when he looked up disbelievingly. "You like that, Uncle Grady?" she crooned softly, knowing the answer by the look of ecstatic strain on his face.

 

Alicia let her leg muscles relax a little more and the full-grown man's hard cock sank another inch inside her. She grinned again, relaxed ... and this time, she didn't stop until she felt the head of his cock bottom out.

 

She reached down between their bodies and made a judgment of how much of her uncle remained outside her body. "Very nice, Uncle Grady!" she remarked approvingly.

 

"I only have to keep my hand there so you don't get too deep and hurt something up there inside me," Alicia told him, matter-of-factly. "It's something you have to do when you fuck a little girl like me, ‘til you learn ... like my Daddy did," she said, deliberately using a small child's voice.

 

She rose, let her body sink again. She rose ... and fell again. In a moment Alicia found a steady rhythm of dropping and climbing again that soon had Grady moaning expressively.

 

"Come on, Daddy!" Carrie squealed excitedly to her father. "Let me get....” Carrie crawled forward a little and turned so she was facing her uncle, almost at right angles to his body.

 

Brett withdrew completely when Carrie started moving, then crawled up on the bed himself and followed her. He pushed pillows out of his way at the head of the bed to make room for him to again center himself behind his daughter. Brett mounted Carrie again, driving his member as deep as he dared.

 

“AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Carrie screeched. Her jaw clinched tightly shut. She screwed her face into what looked like an expression of horrible pain—it was a rictus of pure taboo-filled pleasure.

 

"Do that again, Daddy!" she begged.

 

Brett began throwing his hips forward more strenuously. He held Carrie in place with his hands clasping hard on her hipbones. He bucked forward and withdrew slowly, only to thrust his cock into his twelve-year-old daughter again and again.

 

Grady watched as Carrie groaned with the joy her father was giving her. She took a hand off the bed's surface every so often to caress one of her own breasts or pinch her nipples. She whimpered aloud with each one of Brett's thrusts. She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on her uncle's penis sliding wetly in and out of her twin sister.

 

She crawled forward a little, disconcerting her father again. He had a good tempo going, fucking deep into his little girl. He’d also thought he had her held securely in place but she’d squirmed forward again.

 

When Carrie stopped, her nose was almost touching her sister's thigh. She looked up at Alicia's tense face.

 

Divining Carrie's intent, Alicia leaned back on her uncle's cock, opening up more space between her and Grady’s body. Carrie promptly pressed her face between the two, and found the upper limits of her sister's slit with her tongue. She licked out, caressing the little nubbin of Alicia’s barely accessible clitty. It was only just peeking out of its fleshy hiding place.

 

Alicia groaned aloud, losing her cadence of rising and falling for the first time. She held still for a moment, savoring the sensation of her sister's tongue on her outer labia and her uncle's cock in her twat at the same time. Unconsciously, Grady was thrusting upward as best he could. They weren’t lengthy strokes, but they were effective.

 

Grady watched what the sisters were doing for him and each other. In spite of his determination to forestall his climax, it was all over for him in seconds.

 

Cum began gushing out the little slit in the end of his penis. It splashed against Alicia’s vagina walls. Her cunt gripped him tightly, trying to milk more cum out of him.

 

Uncle Grady’s cumming triggered Alicia's own orgasm; her cunt clamped down on her uncle's cock and wouldn’t let it escape. Her abdomen muscles contracted; ecstasy swept up her belly and made her belly ripple. Electric jolts zapped each nipple, creating tight, tingling little thrills that streaked back down to her groin. The sensations combined into a devastating rapture that took over Alicia’s whole existence for long, shuddering seconds.

 

"Faster Daddy ... FASTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!" Carrie screamed, exhorting her father to pump his cock harder and deeper into her. He did—to save his life, he couldn't have done otherwise—and he quickly filled the little girl's vagina full of hot daddy-cum.

 

The four incestuous fuckers rocked back and forth across the bed, cumming hard and reveling in the overwhelming bliss of their orgasms. When their climaxes began to subside, the foursome lay there, trying to get their wind, and some strength, back.

 

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"That was good," Alicia said placidly. She and Uncle Grady had collapsed to the bed’s surface still coupled and she was laying full-length atop his body. She giggled happily. Her uncle's penis was slowly softening inside her. Even though she was clamping it as hard as she could, it was still going down, a little bit more with each passing second. But whenever she closed down on it, her uncle grunted, and she giggled.

 

"Eat your cum out of me, Daddy!" Carrie suggested, her voice deliberately lewd. She was recovering from her first orgasm and was about ready for more sexy action.

 

"Sure...," Brett drawled. It was a rule in the society Grandpa Jack and all the families had formed out at the Campground—if a guy wanted a girl to taste and swallow his cum during a blowjob, he needed to be ready to do the same.

 

Brett flipped Carrie onto her back and hauled his daughter’s slender legs around until her butt was at the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor in front of her and tossed her legs over his shoulders. He began lapping up Carrie’s and his juices out of the young girl’s cunt.

 

Grady knew he could do no less. Besides, he didn’t mind that much. He arranged Alicia as Brett had Carrie, dropped to his knees in front of the twelve-year-old and enthusiastically started licking Alicia’s pussy clean.

 

The twin nymphettes groaned in unison as the grown men drove their tongues inside the girls’ immature slits to retrieve the taboo seed they’d deposited there only a short time before. They were soon wailing and holding the guys' mouths tight against their straining pussy lips. But however much they threshed around, they were careful to make sure their Daddy's and Uncle's mouths never lost contact with their nasty cunts.

 

When the two girls were once again lying quietly on the bed. Brett stood up, gazing down at the little girls with their lewdly spread legs and exposed puffy slits. The girls looked back expectantly.

 

"Oh God!" Grady groaned. "This is the most ... intense thing in the world...!"

 

There was a short silence. Brett and his daughters shared a quick glance.

 

"Well, actually ... Uncle Grady," Alicia said quietly, "there's one thing even hotter and sexier."

 

Grady looked at the two lovely girl children who were so ready to give the grown men sex, sex, and more sex. He couldn't imagine....

 

"JESUS CHRIST!!" he exclaimed. He stared at the temptress he'd just fucked and then eaten her pussy. "You don't mean...?"

 

The two girls nodded energetically, grinning. "ALL God's little hotties deserve to be fucked and eaten ... ever' day!" Carrie quipped, smiling at Grady. "...by their Daddy!”

 

Grady's cock hardened another order of magnitude at his niece's lewd words. "I ... I ... I don't know how I'm gonna get them to....” he began. He didn't have a clue what to say next.

 

"That's okay, Uncle Grady," Alicia said, reaching up to pat his hand consolingly. "We'll figure something out ... an' you can practice on me an’ Carrie 'til we do, okay?" She fingered her slit with a nasty forefinger, pointing the way for her uncle to do his practicing.

 

Brett had other ideas. He looked at Grady and arched his eyebrows inquiringly. "Wanta swap?" he asked Grady brightly.

 

Grady was startled, but he recovered quickly. He looked down at the young girl who'd given him his first little-girl fuck and smiled when he saw she was agreeable.

 

"I ... sure, why not?" Grady said agreeably. His eyes left Alicia’s body and tracked over to Carrie’s. He licked his lips in anticipation when he saw the hot pools of licentious desire in the other twin’s eyes.

 

The two men exchanged positions and in minutes were atop the young girls again. They threw the girls legs over their shoulders and plowed the girls’ young cunts energetically. The room was filled with the aroma of taboo sex and the wet sucking, smacking sounds of flesh slapping slick flesh. In their passion, they breathed husky moans, grunts, and heartfelt entreaties.

 

When the foursome paused a second time, Grady found that he was relaxed in the company of a naked father and his two naked daughters. It was a new thing for Grady ... but he was totally convinced he could get used to it.

 

When they were all satiated for what they all knew was only a transitory moment, he explained about his wife’s ‘confession’ and how he hadn’t been all that shocked. He told them how he’d grown accustomed to the idea his wife would someday give in to her more-or-less unconscious desire to have sex with her father.

 

Then he gave some more details about the tactic he’d taken to keep things light with his wife, showing her his disappointment at the lack of pictures. He was sure it’d kept things at a low boil instead of a raging confrontation.

 

Brett knew what Grady was talking about. Brett had lived with his own wife’s denial of her sexual urges for a long time too. For ‘Candace’, Grandpa Jack’s ‘adopted’ daughter, Sandy Pearson, had helped engineer a catharsis in Candace’s life.

 

‘Candace’, Brett explained to Grady, was now the naughty, superbly slutty ‘Candy’ and she was a more than enthusiastic member of the family-sex society at Grandpa Jack’s new home in the Campground.

 

Brett was glad Joanne had joined in the family fun. He knew the whole story of last night’s escapades and told Grady how easily Joanne was persuaded by her sister ... and the assistance of a little wine. The two men concluded it must run in the family.

 

Grady was highly intrigued by Brett’s story of Candy’s initiation into the new lifestyle that afternoon at Grandpa Jack’s home. His cock rose steadily as Brett talked and the twin vixens threw in tidbits their father neglected.

 

Finally, Grady had to cut the discussion off—time was passing quickly and the van full of mall goers would be coming home soon—but he made the incestuous trio promise to fill him in later with all the details of the intervention that had been convened for Candy.

 

Then Grady told them how his wife had exacted a measure of revenge in suggesting he make sure he got some pics of him with Brett and the two girls. He explained how he would just love to make his wife eat a little humble pie....

 

He didn’t have to say another word. The twins had an exhibitionistic streak anyway, and their father didn’t mind naked photos either. Before long, Grady had pics of Brett fucking Alicia, Brett fucking Carrie, Grady fucking Alicia, Grady fucking Carrie, Grady with one twin on his cock and the other grinding her pussy on his mouth, Grady and Brett fucking the girls doggy style side-by-side ... and as many other combinations as they could think of.

 

Grady knew enough to not send the pics to his wife over the air, though he sorely wished he could. He could imagine the shock in Joanne’s eyes as they began rolling in while she would be trying to maintain her composure in the mall.

 

Grady met his wife at their front door when the group returned from the mall. He had his smartphone in hand, and gave it to her without saying a word. He grinned wickedly at the startled look in Joanne’s eyes when she saw the first lascivious picture in the gallery of pics the foursome had made for her.

 

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Seven of the people in the Hamilton household began experimenting with sexual openness while they pondered what to do about the three Hamilton children.

 

On Wednesday night, Grady, his wife Joanne, and Candy sneaked out to Grandpa Jack’s RV while Grandpa Jack and the others kept the Hamilton children busy and unaware. Grady was introduced to his first threesome with Candy and her sister, Joanne, ‘ganging up’ on him for several hours.

 

When they were done, if Grady had any doubts about whether families should have sex together, they’d have been thoroughly dispelled by the time the women went back inside. He couldn’t stop smiling and humming contentedly. An hour later, Alicia and Carrie showed up in the RV and Grady did everything he’d done with the grown women all over again. His smile was even broader and his contentment even more pronounced.

 

On Thursday, Grady and Joanne sent their kids, escorted by the Winston twins, to the mall on a shopping trip. Grady and Joanne particularly coaxed their daughters to do something about their ‘drab’ wardrobes. ‘Spice things up a little, huh?’ was the keynote to all the Hamilton parents’ urgings.

 

Until that moment, the girls hadn’t been aware their parents considered the girls’ closets contained only dull, uninteresting clothing, but they weren’t about to look gift horses in the mouth. Julie snatched her dad’s credit card out of his hand before he could change his mind and ran out the door, babbling something about being responsible and other things she didn’t mean.

 

Joanne dropped all the children off at the mall and hurried back home. The twins were along to make suggestions from time to time ... and to escort their boy cousin around.

 

Joanne didn’t bother going in the mall herself—the action this afternoon was in Grandpa Jack’s ‘bawdy house on wheels’ in the driveway. When she came in the door, she was met by three naked adult males and her grinning, wanton older sister.

 

In seconds, the four adults had Joanne stripped naked. The four sets of hands stroking and caressing her body had Joanne’s cunt awash in her juices in just a few heartbeats, and then the three men took her back to Grandpa Jack’s bedroom at the rear of the ‘bus’.

 

Joanne had had some trepidation about even a small gangbang when Grandpa Jack’d told her after breakfast about what the three men were planning. Once the men started caressing, stroking, and probing, all her concerns were washed away in a flood of sexual excitement that quickly filled her whole universe.

 

She’d already prepared herself physically; to get ready, she’d driven to the mall with a buttplug in her ass. Once back in the RV, she’d let the three men spread a liberal coat of lube over and in her butthole. Joanne’s father then jammed his cock up her asshole, her brother-in-law began fucking her cunt, and her husband enthusiastically pumped his dick in and out of her mouth.

 

Cum slimed and tired, the foursome took turns in the shower ... then the men switched places and started all over again. And then they did it a third time.

 

“Soooooo ... whatcha think of bein’ gangbanged by the men in your own ever-lovin’ family?” Candy asked her exhausted sister while the three men were showering again. This time, Brett and Grady had donned some essential clothing and darted into the house to shower in the bathrooms inside. “Isn’t it just the damn coolest thing ever?” Candy asked.

 

“Jesus!” Joanne breathed exhaustedly. “They did it to me three times!!” She was beaming.

 

Candy smiled naughtily. “Yup! Every one of the guys has cum up your ass, in your cunt, and in your mouth! She grinned.

 

“Just wait ‘til your son joins in and fucks you, sister dear ... in all three holes! Then you’ll really be in paradise!”

 

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

On Saturday, Joanne's kids were all home at the same time, which wasn’t even close to normal. On every other Saturday in recent history, the Hamilton children generally scattered to enjoy themselves with their friends at all the places kids meet to have fun.

 

The five adults, with the twins’ enthusiastic, and somewhat impatient ... concurrence decided that Saturday was The Day! The day the three Hamilton children would be presented with the ... opportunity ... to be included in the all the erotic games already going on in the Hamilton household.

 

Of her three kids, Joanne was certain Curtis was the most likely of her children to join in the family sex without reservation or coaxing. After Joanne’s encounter with him in the upper hallway on Tuesday, Curtis had been subjected to a great deal of ‘testing’.

 

The twins, for instance, closed the distance between their bodies and their cousin’s husky frame, to his total, fervent approval. By Friday afternoon, Alicia and Carrie were taking turns drawing Curtis off into secluded corners and making out with him.

 

When his Aunt Candy cornered Curtis and gave him a kiss while rubbing her body sensually against his, Curtis was speechless ... but he didn’t back away. The second time Candy did it, Curtis was prepared; his hands roamed his aunt’s body and he eagerly kissed her back. When his own mother gave him the same treatment, Curtis responded instantly, even daring to cup her right breast as they kissed. He was thoroughly delighted with everything thrown at him and wasn’t dismayed when he caught sight of his mother and Aunt Candy giving the same treatment to his father and Grandpa Jack.

 

When the Hamilton girls saw observed their brother getting distinctly un-cousinly caresses and kisses from the twins, they searched out their Uncle Brett and Grandpa Jack to get hugs and kisses of their own.

 

Julie and Stacey weren’t going too very far with their play, but what they were willing to engage in was very promising.

 

On the other hand, Curtis seemed more than ready to take the plunge. So the game started with him.

 

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By early Saturday afternoon, Grandpa Jack, the Winstons and Hamiltons had all been out by the pool for some time. It was sunny and hot, but not oppressively so. The warmth added to the mood, loosening everyone up and preparing them for what was to come.

 

All the girls were modeling their new bikinis. The new suits had been one of the major purchases during the Thursday trip to the mall. They’d been encouraged to ‘spice things up’ by their parents but Stacey and Julie were nevertheless astonished their mother let them keep the new, very scanty, string bikinis from the store's left-over summer stock.

 

That the bikinis were still on the wrack in the specialty store was a sign to the girls that most mothers were not allowing their daughters to buy them. In fact, their own mother hadn't been as open-minded that very spring. But now ... now the amount of skin they bared for the guys to see wasn’t as forbidden as it used to be.

 

The Hamilton girls were also astounded to see their mom, and Aunt Candy—the girls had been informed their aunt didn't like being called Aunt Candace anymore—had new, very skimpy, bikinis that dazzled the eyes of the menfolk. Actually, Joanne had had the bikini all along ... but she’d worn it only for her husband when the kids weren’t around—but the kids didn’t know that.

 

To Joanne's daughter's surprise, their father voiced a sincere appreciation for the new standard of bareness his wife and daughters were adopting ... and Uncle Brett and their Grandpa joined in with their own compliments. Julie and Stacey were embraced and nuzzled and kissed repeated as the men expressed their approval of their choice of swimsuits also. Stacey and Julie liked the attention. They liked it a lot.

 

At fourteen and a half, Julie hadn't gained her full height, but at five feet, two inches, she was already taller than the mothers of several classmates. Her auburn hair—she wore it short—framed a rounded, pretty face with a cute, lightly freckled button nose. Her breasts were 'really nice' ... in the estimation of her boy classmates; they already filled thirty-two C-cup bras, but she had to be careful what brassiere brands she bought. Some C-cups were a little too big for her—she longed for the day they’d be too snug.

 

Julie looked stocky in loose clothing. In a bikini, it was clear she was nothing of the sort. What she was, was a girl growing into a big-breasted—almost Rubenesque—woman with strong, fleshy thighs and shapely calves. Julie’s softly fleshed boobs were already fine handfuls for all but the biggest of hands. Her meaty thighs and calves were, perhaps, thicker than a New York model's, but her body had to be sturdy in order to support the big breasts she was going to have later in life. In short, she was a total hottie ... and all her male relatives around the pool thought so, though they didn’t say so out loud.

 

Stacey, on the other hand, aroused excitement with her long, shapely legs and by being slender and graceful to a fault. Young breasts the size of halved lemons perched high on her chest. Their soft firmness didn’t allow them to dance around very much, but they jiggled delightfully at sudden movements. Red hair, darker than her big sisters’, hung down past her shoulders and around a heart-shaped face which routinely displayed a calm, self-assured expression. She was almost never rattled. Seemingly serene, a close observer could see glints of an inferno hidden deep in her green eyes.

 

Stacey was also smart as a whip. One of her interests was to study ways she could enhance the effect her slender body had on school boys ... which was the same effect she had on all the males with her in the pool this afternoon. She could tell there was something there; she knew exactly where to find the evidence in their swimming trunks.

 

Her firm young boobies bobbed imperceptibly in her bikini cups as she hopped, skipped, and minced primly around the pool in her new bikini. Stacey was watching the men watch her, and she loved what she was seeing....

 

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Eventually, a game developed in the pool where the adult males were all supporting nubile young girls on their shoulders while the girls bopped each other about the head and shoulders with foam 'noodles'. The girls accompanied all their efforts with shrill squeals and much apparent terror. It was a good thing the yard was surrounded by a ten-foot tall fence, and they were doubly lucky the family next door was gone on vacation, or someone would surely have come to find out who was being ax-murdered. No one lived on the other side of the Hamilton home, or the authorities would surely have been called.

 

Everyone was having a ton of fun. Julie liked getting up on Grandpa Jack's broad shoulders, and her dad's too. She liked it just fine when one of the men swam between her legs and set themselves underwater, then pushed up, thereby seating her on their shoulders. It felt really good. She knew her boobs were bouncing and even jumped out of her bikini top a couple of times.

 

No one said anything about that though—her father only grinned! Julie grew casual about exposing herself. One time, smiling manically, she held Uncle Brett's eyes with hers as she tucked her left boob back into its inadequate bikini-top hiding place. All he did was grin right back at her and give her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. That felt ... just fine! Uncle Brett liked her boobs and he appreciated her—however inadvertently—showing them off; Uncle Brett wasn’t a danged prude or anything like that. Julie felt womanly and naughty; a hot ember began to glow deep in her belly.

 

Then there was that time Grandpa Jack swam between her legs and rotated his body so he was facing up under the water. He grinned up at her as she giggled. When he floated up, face-first into her crotch, Julie's eyes grew big as saucers. Grandpa Jack stayed hidden beneath the water and rubbed his face all around her pussy mound for a long moment. Then he pulled himself all the way through between her legs and surfaced in front of her, laughing in her face and seemingly daring her to object.

 

The fourteen-year-old was too shocked at first; then she was too aroused to make a complaint. The rubbing transferred a powerful wave of passion itself directly to Julie's cunt. She threw her arms around her grandfather’s neck, made a little underwater hop and wrapped her legs around his middle. When she rubbed her groin all around and up and down, Grandpa Jack didn’t mind at all. In fact, he kissed her and cupped his hands under her butt cheeks to help support her.

 

When Uncle Brett did the underwater face-to-groin rubbing thing with Julie a short time later, Julie was ready and enjoyed it immensely. Even more aroused by now, she managed to not moan out loud ... but it was a close thing.

 

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Thirteen-year-old Curtis Hamilton had a problem—well, he had more than one, that’s true—but the one quickly becoming absolutely critical was that he needed to pee ... bad!!

 

He’d stayed in the pool where all the fun was happening until he had to get out or piss in the water, and he really didn’t want to do that. The thing was, he couldn’t find a danged bathroom. Oh, there were plenty of toilets in the Hamilton household—and he’d about tried them all.

 

His first choice had been the half-bath downstairs near the front foyer—it was the closest to the big sliding glass door coming in front the pool—but the darned door was locked tight. Then he figured he could go to the first floor guest room’s bathroom where Aunt Candy and Uncle Brett slept to use the one there, but he couldn’t get in that one either.

 

Curtis galloped upstairs to the one he and his sisters shared but, for some reason he didn’t understand, that one was locked too. In desperation, he ran down the hallway to his parents’ Master bedroom to see if theirs was available. Ordinarily, Mom and Dad didn’t want him in their bedroom, but this was an emergency!

 

Fortunately, the Master bedroom door was open, and so was the bathroom! Curtis trotted quickly inside and stood in front of the toilet. He hastily skinned his swimsuit down his thighs without bothering to undo the tie—his need was too great and the knot too tight. When his trunks puddled around his ankles, he petulantly lifted his feet out of them and kicked the danged things to the side.

 

Finally free from everything that had frustrated him since coming in the house, he straddled the toilet bowl and aimed his dick very carefully, taking just that tiny extra second to make sure he wouldn’t get pee anywhere but inside the toilet bowl. Curtis didn’t want to have to clean up Mom and Dad’s bathroom. Actually, he didn’t want to even have to explain what he’d been doing there in the first place. He turned his face to the ceiling and prepared to—

 

“Ooooh! Can I do that, Curtis, honey?”

 

Curtis nearly lept out of his skin. If the flow of urine had already started, he’d have painted a line across the lid and top of the toilet ... maybe up the wall to the ceiling!

 

In his haste, he’d left the bathroom door wide open. He hadn’t known anyone else was in the house ... much less had he anticipated anyone would follow him inside the master bedroom.

 

‘OH CRAP!’ Curtis bleated to himself. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another.

 

Wide-eyed, his face a paler shade of pale, Curtis snapped his head around to face the open door. “I—I—I—I—I....” he stuttered. He was well and truly caught! He was in his parents’ bathroom, his swimsuit kicked carelessly aside, and he had his dick in his hand and about to piss.

 

And then his brain processed what he was seeing. It had been his mother asking the question, but she wasn’t mad; in fact, Mom was smiling warmly at him from the doorway.

 

And Mom was stark naked!!! She was standing with her shapely legs wide apart and her hands on her hips! Her pretty face had a big grin pasted across it; her eyes were flashing. Her big breasts lifted as she inhaled a deep breath and held it, posing for her young son.

 

Mom stepped toward Curtis, her long legs captured the boy’s attention. Between her thighs, the boy could see Mom’s groin was smooth as silk; her sculpted pussy lips were on display for Curtis to see ... and she clearly didn’t mind him enjoying the view!

 

“Can I, honey?” Mom asked, grinning.

 

Curtis was confused; he had no idea what his mother was asking for. Was she asking if she could pee standing up like her son had been about to do ... or was it just that she wanted to use the commode first? Curtis didn’t have a clue.

 

“Is it alright if I aim you?” Mom asked. “I’ve always wanted to—“

 

Curtis’ confused expression cleared instantly. And it didn’t require any thought.

 

He nodded, his face becoming more relaxed as the tension left him. If Mom wanted to take his dick in her hands and point it at the toilet so he could pee, that was fine with him ... actually, it was more than fine, it was fuckin’ great!!

 

Curtis had touched his mother’s breast for the first time since he was a baby just yesterday. It had been covered by the fabric of her top, but still. And Mom had let him kiss her like he’d never done before—he’d felt her tongue seeking out his and their tongues had dueled for a long time. That had been fantastic. It’d been even better than what Mom had done on Monday—putting her fingers down his pants and rubbing her boobs on his back.

 

And now? His naked Mom wanted to take his penis in her hands and...?

 

“Okay,” the young boy answered agreeably. He was only thirteen, but he wasn’t stupid. Whatever was about to happen was obviously connected to all the sexy things Mom and Aunt Candy and his twin cousins had been doing with him the past few days—and it was all totally okay with Curtis! Whatever Mom wanted was just what he wanted too.

 

Joanne glided further in the bathroom, finally planting her feet on either side of his left leg. She arched her back, pushing out her groin and rubbing her outer labia on the outside of her son’s thigh. She bent her knees slightly and rose again, making the rubbing an intimate caress.

 

Joanne and her son were close in height. She was five-feet-five inches and Curtis was five-four. The boy was a husky copy of his father. Broad shouldered and with well-developed muscles in his chest and thighs, Curtis was going to be a man girls liked being with.

 

But that was for another day. Today, Joanne could kiss her son’s lips without having to do more than incline her head a little. Her right arm snaked around his neck and she drew the boy into a tight embrace, touching his lips with hers before opening her mouth in invitation.

 

Curtis knew what his mother wanted to do, and he did it right back. His tongue flicked into his mother’s mouth, seeking hers in a wanton lover’s kiss. The mother and son held the kiss for a long while, both loving the incestuous, taboo contact.

 

Joanne’s left hand searched for her son’s penis. Breaking the kiss, she smiled lazily into Curtis’ face. “You’re a good kisser,” she told the boy. “We’ll do lots of that later on....”

 

The woman glanced at the toilet made an adjustment in azimuth of her young son’s prick. “Okay, honey...,” she breathed excitedly, “...fire away!”

 

Curtis grinned and looked down to make sure his mother had him aimed in the right direction and angle. Then, because he really did have to pee, he unclenched muscles in his groin and let the flow begin. Ordinarily, he couldn’t take a piss with his dick even half hard ... but this wasn’t ordinary in any sense of the word. For Mom, he’d pee through a stone wall, if that’s what she wanted.

 

Curtis let himself go. He sighed expressively in relief. It seemed like he’d never stop, but eventually he did; his mother shook his penis a couple of times for him. He hurriedly slapped the toilet seat down and flushed.

 

Joanne turned her son to her, wound her arms around his neck and proceeded to kiss the boy into total erection.

 

After a long while, she stepped away from Curtis. Turning, she stooped over and to her right to start the water flowing into the big garden tub. The water would take a moment to warm up. “Want to take a shower with your ol’ Mom?” she asked, looking over her shoulder and up at her son.

 

Curtis nodded happily. “You’re not old, Mom!” he said, contradicting how she’d characterized herself. “You’re a sexy MILF!” he added. “All the guys say so!”

 

“Do they really??!!” Joanne laughed. “That’s so sweet of them!”

 

Daringly, Curtis stepped up behind his mother’s beautifully rounded ass, put his cock between her butt cheeks and rubbed it up and down the cleft. Reaching around her torso, he cupped his mother’s breasts in his hands. Joanne’s breasts were bigger than his hands, soft and firm at the same time. Curtis massaged his mother’s boobs, rolling her hard nipples around in his palm, then tweaking them with thumb and forefinger.

 

“That feels so darn good, honey!” Joanne complimented her son. She paused, her head canted to one side. “That’s not the first time you’ve done that, is it?” she asked interestedly.

 

He started to evade the question. There’s an unwritten commandment about such things; teenagers never answer sensitive questions directly ... not to adults, anyway—and certainly not to parents.

 

He stopped, and considered where he was and who he was with. His world today wasn’t the same place it had been just a week or so ago.

 

He and Mom were naked together, they were kissing and fondling each other ... and he suspected many other wonderful exciting things were going to happen too. There wasn’t any need in the world to hide anything from his mother.

 

“Uhhhhh, no...,” he finally admitted. “Remember Charlene Nelson...?”

 

It took a moment, Joanne had her mind on other things and the Nelsons had moved out two months ago. “You didn’t!” she exclaimed when she recalled the cute, long-haired brunette and her coltishly long legs. “Hey, she was just eleven, wasn’t she? Didn’t you think she was a little young for ... whatever you two did??”

 

“She didn’t think so!!” Curtis shot back. He found himself grinning broadly. “She liked it a lot!” he said delightedly. It was fantastic having a sexy conversation with his nude mother.

 

Joanne chuckled, smiling back at her more-experienced-than-she’d-expected son. “You’ll have to tell me how you two got together sometime, okay, honey?”

 

Curtis nodded. Something occurred to him. “And you can tell me how you got started....?” he asked his mother.

 

It wasn’t a question Joanne expected. She pulled the handle to start the shower and stepped into the tub, pulling Curtis along with her by holding on to his young dick while she considered the question. She arrived at the same conclusion her son had; there were no secrets anymore.

 

Under the luxurious deluge of hot water, she pulled her son back into an embrace. “You want to know how I got started with boys?” she asked teasingly, “...or ‘started’ with girls? Or maybe you want to know about being with your father the first time?” she queried naughtily. “...Or how I started with ... my father...?”

 

Curtis’ eyes widened. His eyebrows threatened to climb out of sight over his forehead. “You’ve...?” he asked unbelievingly.

 

“Done it with your grandfather? Yup!” Joanne answered delightedly. She enjoyed her son in this thunderstruck mode. “Several times since they got here,” she said, “...and so has your Aunt Candy,” she added.

 

Curtis’ shocked expression grew more astonished by several orders of magnitude. “Oh ... My ... GOD!!!” he whispered.

 

Joanne nodded brightly. She grinned naughtily. “Remind me to tell you sometime how your Aunt Candy and I ganged up on your Grandpa out in the RV a couple nights ago, okay?”

 

Curtis nodded dumbly. He’d thought to shock his mother with the news he wasn’t a virgin—she sure trumped that!

 

While he was digesting his mother’s revelations about her wanton escapades with her sister and father, Joanne busied herself with a big bar of soap, working up a frothy lather on the front of her body. When she was covered with foamy lather, she pressed her body against her son’s and began working her body in slow ovals. Her soapy breasts coated his chest while her hands and arms soaped up his shoulders; her velvety thighs caressed his, squirming around and about to transfer soap bubbles to his more muscular ones. In a few moments, Curtis was as foam-covered as his mother. They worked their bodies together, basking in the lewd pleasure of taboo flesh-to-flesh contact.

 

They passed the cake of soap back and forth, lathering up their hands. The incestuous couple soaped each other’s groins ... just ‘cause they could. Joanne took her son’s cock in both her hands, masturbating him and teasing the boy’s foreskin into retracting behind the bulbous glans. She rubbed the underside of Curtis’ cock against her soft belly, smiling when the boy sucked in his breath in appreciation.

 

She backed away and turned her back to her son, passing the soap to him in the process. Curtis worked the soap over his mother’s back and shoulders—then took her buttocks in his hands ... cupping, molding, massaging his mother’s firm nether globes. He worked his hands between her thighs to soap her pussy lips and legs. He stood behind his mother and put his arms around her to heft her breasts and soap them again before stroking down her upper body to her hips.

 

Joanne’s breath was labored. Her son had learned well from his young girlfriend, Charlene. She only had a split second to wonder where Charlene had learned ... and then the questioning thought slipped away….

 

They rinsed off, turning each other under the spray. Their bodies were slick with the sheen of warm water cascading all over them.

 

Soberly, Joanne looked Curtis in the eyes. She hesitated. “Just for the record...,” she said quietly, clearing her throat, “...if you want me to stop, baby....”

 

Curtis shook his head emphatically. “Nope!” he said succinctly.

 

Joanne smiled lovingly into her son’s eyes, then knelt on the bottom of the tub. With her hair soaked and clinging to her head, and still smiling up at him, the woman engulfed her son's prick, letting it plunge deep in her mouth all at once.

 

Curtis took a deep, shuddering breath. He held it and watched his mother fellate him for the first time. Somehow, he knew it was only the first. He was sure there would be many more.

 

The grown woman slathered her son’s penis with her wet, raspy-smooth tongue, snaking it around and around the whole circumference of Curtis’ prick head, and then back again. Reaching beneath her his cock, Joanne gathered his ball sac in her right hand and gently massaged it.

 

Curtis was surprised. Charlene hadn’t known to do that. The boy thrust forward; his cock drove deeper into his mother’s mouth. It made his mother's nose bump softly against his lower belly. The sensation of the sensitive underside of his cockhead sliding along his mother's tongue was indescribable.

 

Instinctively, he pulled back sharply. "I'm sorry," he blurted in a panic.

 

His mother pulled off her boy’s cock and shook her head, smiling. "Did you like that—fucking my mouth like that, huh?" she asked lewdly.

 

Curtis nodded cautiously, then more vigorously. He did like it; he loved it!

 

"Cool, you can ... fuck ... my mouth any time you want to, son," Joanne said. “Let me know you’re going to do it, okay?” She giggled and held his eyes with hers. “I like you doing that ... filling my mouth all up,” she confided.

 

Curtis didn’t have time to register his astonishment. His mother’s mouth was back down on his cock, sucking at the slit in the end of his penis for a moment ... then her tongue was tickling the underside for a while. Then his mom tightened her lips into a tight seal around his cock shaft and began bobbing her head up and down on him.

 

Curtis’ hands rested atop his mother’s head and he ran his fingers through her hair. He’d never done that before, but he knew it was alright now. Mom had never sucked his cock before either, and that was plainly alright.

 

Joanne’s right hand stroked her son’s ball sac. Her left hand suddenly grasped his right buttock and jerked his hips forward to sink his cock deep into his mother's mouth for a second time. The boy’s mother had opened her jaws wide this time to allow as deep a penetration as her son could manage. When her nostrils touched her son’s groin, she closed her lips around his penis and massaged his glans with her throat muscles.

 

Curtis groaned pathetically. He pulled his penis out of his mother’s mouth and took a couple of quick gasps of air. He caressed his mother’s face, made sure she knew what was in his mind, and then plunged his cock back inside her volcanically hot mouth. His mother's hand was squeezing and molding his butt cheek. She switched. Her right hand went behind him to stroke and urge him to deeper plunges into her mouth.

 

It couldn't go on for much longer. The pleasure was too intense. The young boy could positively feel his cum boiling up from his balls.

 

"Mom!" Curtis bleated. "I can't hold it!".

 

"You don't have to honey," Joanne said soothingly, coming up for air for a quick moment. "Cum for Mommy ... cum for me, baby," she pleaded. “Curtis ... CUM IN MOMMY’S MOUTH HONEY!!!

 

That did it. Curtis sprayed the inside of his mother's mouth with hot boy-cum, his body jerking spasmodically.

 

“ANNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” he howled. “Oh God, MOM!!!” he babbled. “Mom ... it’s so gooooooooooood!”

 

When he was done, Curtis watched his mother open her mouth wide to show him all the cum she’d sucked from him. Grinning, she squeegeed a stray dollop from her chin into her mouth with a forefinger. Then she swallow all the white goo—every bit of it. Curtis’ mother opened her mouth again to show him there wasn’t a drop remaining on her tongue. Joanne smiled up into her son’s eyes the whole time, making sure he understood she enjoyed what she was doing.

 

Curtis felt it was alright to let the mammoth grin he'd been suppressing finally come out. “Wowwwwww!!” he whispered.

 

“Wowwwwww is right!” Joanne echoed, agreeing completely with her son. Smiling, she stood, bellying up to the thirteen-year-old boy.

 

His Mom’s big breasts were right there so it wasn’t at all difficult for him to capture a ruby-red nipple between his lips and suck energetically. When his mother offered her other breast, he sucked at that one too. They stayed that way for a moment while Joanne caught her breath.

 

“Mom...?” Curtis began, “...can I...?” His hands made a little gesture pointing downward.

 

Joanne smiled and stepped back. “...You want to do that for me?” she said coyly.

 

Curtis nodded distractedly. He got down on his knees and tilted his head up while his mother pooched out her pussy to touch his waiting lips. Her groin looked smooth as satin. In another heartbeat, he found it felt that way too.

 

Curtis touched the tip of his tongue to his mother’s slit and probed inward. A moment later, he was tasting his mother’s cunt honey for the first time since he was born. She tasted wonderful....

 

“Ooooooh, that’s wonderful,” Joanne keened happily. “Baby, you keep that up and you’ll never lose a girlfriend,” she told the boy.

 

Curtis looked up proudly. “Are you going to let me do this lots?” the thirteen-year-old boy inquired. He thought he already knew the answer, but it was best to be sure.

 

“Only if you let me suck your cock too!!!” Joanne replied with a grin. She put her hands on either side of his head and stroked his cheeks softly, simultaneously urging him to rise. When he stood before her, she leaned in and kissed him on his lips, holding the kiss for some time to introduce the young boy to frenching each other after sampling each other’s sex.

 

“Ready for something else, sugar?” she asked.

 

Curtis nodded eagerly.

 

Taking her son’s hand in hers, Joanne opened the bathroom door and guided Curtis out of the bathroom and over to the king-sized bed in the bedroom. Curtis hesitated, wondering if they dared....

 

“It’s alright, honey,” Joanne reassured him. “Nobody’s going to come in and disturb us ... promise!” She took his hardening cock in her hand and urged him up onto the bed. She sucked her son’s cock for a few moments, making the boy hard as tubular steel again.

 

Laying back, she pulled Curtis on top of her. “Sweetie,” she whispered in his ear, “...usually a girl wants a little foreplay before taking a guy inside her—you know that already, right?”

 

Curtis nodded. Charlene had drilled him in that particular need repeatedly.

 

“But Mommy is just too damned hot and horny today for any foreplay,” Joanne moaned. “I need you to put your thing in me ... so we can fuck right away, okay?”

 

Curtis nodded again, not daring to speak.

 

Joanne urged her son higher on her body. “Come up here, honey,” she said. She spread her legs wide so Curtis could move up. When Curtis was in position, bracing himself on his palms that rested on either side of his Mom’s body, Joanne took his cock in her hand and guided him to the sweet spot between her outer labia and directly into her vagina. Wrapping her arms around his neck and hooking her ankles behind his buttcheeks, Joanne pulled her son’s penis deep inside her.

 

“That’s it, son,” she whispered with satisfaction as Curtis began to thrust inward, then pull back. “That feels sooooo good, honey ... you stay up high there, in my cunt, okay? When—ungh ungh ungh—when you’re rubbing the top side of your prick up high in my pussy, sugar, you’re making Mommy feel really good, okay?”

 

Curtis scooted his knees up a little tighter to his mother’s ass; he lifted his body atop her and did everything he could to make sure the upper side of his cock stayed in constant contact with the upper limits of his mother’s opening as he thrust and withdrew. He didn’t know he was maximizing the pressure on her clit; he just knew Mom wanted him to do it, so he did.

 

It took only moments for mother and son to find a good rhythm of thrusting and counterthrust, ramming forward and withdrawing.

 

“ANNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! Joanne wailed. “Honey ... that feels sooooo wonderful!!”

 

Curtis had had sex with Charlene several times ... but he wasn’t sure if it’d ever felt this good. He and his mother were a team, rocking and rolling their way to a climax that was going to be the best thing he’d ever known in his life.

 

“Can you fuck me faster, honey?” Joanne asked in a choked voice. “Faster, honey ... harder, baby. Fuck Mama harder, son!”

 

“Hunh hunh hunh hunh hunh hunh hunh hunh!” Joanne panted. “Fuck Mommy, Curtis ... fuck Mommeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!” she howled. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!”

 

“MOM!” Curtis shrieked back. “MOM ... I CAN’T HOLD IT ANY LONGER!!”

 

“NOW, BABY!!!” Joanne screamed. “NOW NOW NOW—NOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!” Joanne’s body shuddered spasmodically. Her cunt tightened around her son’s cock as he thrust deep as he could.

 

“ANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!” she groaned.

 

“AARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!” her son roared back. His face looked like he was in extreme torment. He was somewhere beyond total euphoria—completely enraptured. A second later Curtis spewed a jet of hot cum inside his mother’s cunt. He was pretty danged sure it was only the first of many times he’d get to do it.

 

Joanne squealed delightedly. “CUM IN MOMMY, HONEY,” she wailed. “CUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMM!”

 

Curtis obliged; his hips jerked and he sprayed another fountain of boy-cum into his mother’s vagina. He slammed forward again, jetting a third gob of incestuous cum inside his Mom ... and then he was done. He slumped forward, his head coming to rest on his mother’s breast.

 

They lay there, mother and son, both laboring to pull enough air into their lungs. Both were temporarily exhausted, almost unable to even pet and stroke each other with gentle caresses. They cuddled; that was all they could manage.

 

“Jeeeeeze, Mom,” Curtis crooned at last. “That was the most ... the bestest ... I mean the—“

 

“I know, honey,” Joanne remarked with complete satisfaction in her voice. “I know....” Joanne patted Curtis on the chest and pulled him up for another round of kisses. Curtis was good at kissing ... and she knew he would only get better with practice.

 

Breaking the kiss at last, Joanne rolled her son off her, grinned at him and sat up. “I gotta clean up, sweetie,” she said. She patted his hand.

 

She stood and walked into the master bath, her buttocks churning just to give Curtis a little extra show. After a quick shower, she sauntered back into the bedroom. She lay down on the bed and took her son’s cock in her mouth again, giving it a thorough swabbing before rising again to stand beside the bed.

 

“You go ahead and take a quick shower too, son,” she suggested.

 

Curtis was disappointed. It showed on his face. “We can’t...?”

 

“Oh, we will, son—lots of times,” Joanne promised. “But I have to go check in with everyone outside so they won’t come looking for us,” she said, improvising a good reason for leaving so quickly. “You stay here, all right?” She grinned at the still aroused young boy. “It’s not over yet, honey,” she promised.

 

Curtis leaped off the bed as his mother left the bedroom, still naked. He held the door open long enough to see her stop by the bathroom door to pick up a discarded bikini he hadn’t even known was there. He made tracks toward the master bath and stepped into the shower. He had a feeling the faster he cleaned up, the quicker he’d get some more sex from Mom.

 

When he got back to the bedroom, eagerly anticipating his mother’s return, he stopped short, totally surprised.

 

“Hi, Curtis,” his naked Aunt Candy said with a smile. She splayed her legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her pink-red labia. “Your Mom says you’re a lot of fun,” Aunt Candy told the young boy.

 

“Wanna fuck your ol’ Aunt Candy?” she asked her nephew huskily.

 

Curtis’ towel drifted down to the carpet unnoticed. Curtis made a bound for the bed and his lascivious, big breasted Aunt Candy and her scrumptious pussy.

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

Things were going well out in the pool too. Everyone was in the water and a natural sorting out process had occurred.

 

Julie, for instance, was holding tight onto her grandfather's left front. Her right arm was hooked around Grandpa’s neck for support and both her legs were half-wrapped around his left one—so she could grind her groin hard against his thigh.

 

Julie knew her grandfather was very much aware of what she was doing, but he wasn’t objecting; he was pretending a total indifference while she blatantly hunched her cunt against him. Grandpa had been holding himself quite still for a long time now. Julie could trust him. Grandpa would never let anyone else out there know what was happening and Julie appreciated that. She didn’t have a clue where this was leading, but it felt great.

 

After another couple of rubs, Julie didn’t care where it was all going to wind up. Living in the moment was just fine with her.

 

In point of fact, Julie was a happier fourteen-year-old girl than she'd been in some time. Her boyfriend ... now her ex-boyfriend ... was a wimp, too scared to do anything she needed. But her grandfather, with his strong muscles and sexy, knowing smile—Grandpa was a real man, not a wussy boyfriend.

 

Everyone else was at the other end of the pool; something up there had caught their attention and they were all looking away. Grandpa Jack's left hand slipped down from Julie’s shoulder to her waist and further down and behind her to cup her left buttock.

 

Julie didn't even pretend not wanting her grandfather to fondle her ass. Grandpa urged her body further around to his front. While his left hand delved beneath her buttocks and between her thighs, his right hand was suddenly stroking the front of her bikini bottoms. He grinned saucily into the young girl’s eyes and slid two fingers underneath her bikini to stroke her bare pussy lips.

 

Julie had to work hard not to wreck everything, but a little wail of shameless delight almost sneaked out. She had to concentrate enough to pretend to everyone else in the pool that nothing was happening.

 

She caught a glimpse of her sister walking down the side of the pool peering interestedly at Julie and their grandfather.

 

Dammit! If it wasn't for that darned Stacey coming at her and Grandpa Jack, Julie and her grandfather would be able to...! Christ, Julie was almost ready to...! She worked her pussy lips hard on Grandpa Jack’s fingers—a little more time and her cunt honey would be mixing with the chlorine in the pool and her vagina would be spasming and everything…. And when it did, this whole danged week of desperate craving would be over!

 

Dammit! All she needed was a little more time....

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

Almost twelve-year-old Stacey had been wondering what her older sister was up to with Grandpa Jack. She thought she knew ... Julie’s body was pressed tightly against her grandfather and there was some suspicious movements there under the water, but the sun was glinting too brightly off the water to actually see clearly. Stacey knew her sister was good at hiding things from their parents and stuff; this was just one more thing in a long series.

 

In any event, there was nothing to see when Stacey worked her way around the circumference of the pool to where her sister and grandfather were. In fact, after furiously glaring at her sister, Julie left Grandpa entirely and waded down to the middle depths of the pool.

 

And then, Julie swam over to Uncle Brett and started nuzzling him with her big ol’ boobs. Stacey was furious. Stacey had been talking and playing with Uncle Brett earlier and she didn't think Uncle Brett really knew what the pressure between his leg and her crotch was all about. Now Julie was there ... the danged ho!!

 

Out of spite, Stacey jumped in the pool beside Grandpa Jack and put her arms about his neck. In the water, she could support herself hanging from her grandfather’s neck and lift her legs high to encircle Grandpa Jack's hips and hug herself against him. She managed to lock her ankles behind his butt. Boldly, the little girl deliberately lifted her body up an inch or so; then she let herself slide back down. All the time, she was staring right in her grandfather’s eyes, daring him to stop her. She was pleased, and rather amazed, to find Grandpa Jack more than receptive to letting her rub herself against him. He didn’t even blink and didn’t move a muscle for the longest time….

 

Then Grandpa Jack reached under her and took both her butt cheeks in his big hands. He waited for Stacey object. If she’d felt uncomfortable, he’d have stopped and drop his hands. Gently, he lifted her up several inches, then slid her back down. His hands massaged her asscheeks, molding them in his hands, as his granddaughter’s body glided up and down against his.

 

Stacey was deliriously happy that Julie had moved on to Uncle Brett. Her eyes closed in pure delight and she lifted her face to the sky. Her breath came faster and shallower. She started panting.

 

When he chuckled happily, the young girl opened her eyes. Grandpa Jack was grinning sassily at her. When he winked naughtily, Stacey couldn’t help but giggle. "I love you, Grandpa," she whispered saucily.

 

She looked around. Her big sister was totally occupied with Uncle Brett now ... maybe they really were just talking, who knew? Julie was looking raptly up at her uncle’s face and smiling. Her slow undulations might just be ‘cause Julie was trying to balance herself in the water.

 

Stacey glanced over at her girl cousins. Her father had one twin clinging to each arm down at the very deepest end of the pool, where the sunlight reflecting off the water hid everything.

 

What was important was that no one was watching her and Grandpa Jack! No one could tell what they were doing. Staring him right in the eyes and daring him to stop her, Stacey took Grandpa Jack's right hand and placed it between her thighs.

 

Grandpa Jack didn’t bat an eye, Stacey noted. He wasn’t shocked or upset. Grandpa Jack was the coolest grandfather in the world.

 

A moment later, cool Grandpa Jack went a bit further and teased the crotch of her bottoms aside, and one strong finger began to sneak inside Stacey’s pussy. Twelve-year-old Stacey’s face took on a look of intense concentration and urgency.

 

Then she saw—

 

Stacey broke away quickly. She swam to the other side of the pool and stood there, panting hard into the hard concrete of the side wall before climbing out and stalking into the house.

 

Grandpa Jack gazed after her without a clue why he’d been so suddenly abandoned. She hadn’t screamed or anything ... and she hadn’t been objecting to a damn thing he was doing with her. He’d let her take the lead for a time, then decided to escalate things—and then she’d fled like demons were racing after her.

 

Grandpa Jack looked up at Joanne when she walked over to him, her eyebrows arched in question. He had to shrug his shoulders. He had no idea why young Stacey had abruptly decided to end the game and run off the way she had.

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

It was still well before midnight, but Curtis was sound asleep. He had been for a while—a thing virtually unknown for him to do on a Saturday night. But he’d been a tired thirteen-year-old; he’d even nodded off downstairs in the TV room not long after supper.

 

His hands were cupped protectively around his balls and Curtis was smiling in his sleep. He'd had a vague hope when he pulled the sheet over him that his mother or Aunt Candy would join him somehow, and he could fuck one of them again. But he’d dropped off before anything happened.

 

When he woke, he was pretty much recuperated from the afternoon's exertions. Someone was jostling his arm.

 

"Curtis, honey?"

 

It was his mother. Curtis’ eyes snapped open. Mom was here—in his bedroom! He reached out and put a hand on her thigh; Mom was naked again, and everything was right with Curtis' world. He reached for his mother’s voluptuous body.

 

Joanne grinned as she let her son pull her down atop his young body for a series of lusty kisses. Though she thought she was ready for it. She thought she’d prepared herself resist the temptation to let Curtis do what he wanted, but Joanne surprised herself at how quickly her body responded to her son's sexy kisses and roaming hands.

 

Breathlessly, she pulled herself away. "Whoa, tiger," she said softly. "We can ... play ... a little later, okay." She lay down, nestling her head onto her randy young son's shoulder.

 

"Why? What's wrong?" Curtis demanded in a loud whisper. He really, really, really wanted his mother to let him....

 

"Nothing's wrong...," Joanne quickly assured her son.

 

"Then what?" Curtis asked.

 

Joanne's hand encircled Curtis' burgeoning young hard-on through the slit in his pajamas. "Well," she said coyly, "you wanta go to a party?" she asked.

 

"What party?" Curtis shot back.

 

"The one we're having downstairs in the TV room," his mother answered, squeezing his cock gently and beginning to masturbate him. It made it hard ... difficult ... for him to think.

 

"We can have a party up here," Curtis whispered, almost plaintively. It was quite a reasonable suggestion, in his opinion.

 

"Aunt Candy's at the party," Joanne remarked, moving her head to her son's belly. She delivered his hardening young prick through the front of his pajama bottoms and ducked her head down. Her tongue snaked out and the tip touched her son's cockhead, licking up the little drop of pre-cum that was collecting there.

 

Curtis groaned, not able to see what his mother was doing in the darkness of his bedroom, but very much able to feel and enjoy it. "Aunt Candy?" he asked, fighting to keep his wits about him. It wasn't easy. Mom's tongue was wrapped around the head of his cock and her fingers around the shaft low down by his balls.

 

"Mmmmm huh," Joanne confirmed. "And....”

 

"And ... what?" Curtis asked when he could manage to spit the words out.

 

"And ... your cousins are there too." Joanne continued to lick at her young man's cock. His hand, which had been trying to push her head lower so she could swallow his cock like this afternoon, were suddenly still.

 

"Alicia and Carrie ... and Aunt Candy?" he asked, confused. Mom was sucking his cock, distracting him. Aunt Candy was down in the basement at this party ... and his two sexy cousins were there too? Shit!! With what mom was doing right now, what with her being naked and saying there was a party going on--Oh God!!! That meant….

 

"They want to taste you too," Joanne confirmed. His body tensed, as he finally understood. If anything, his penis grew a little more in length and girth. Joanne chuckled in the darkness.

 

"Alicia and Carrie and me and you?" Curtis demanded. Visions were forming in his mind.

 

"And Uncle Brett, and Grandpa Jack ... and your father ... they're all there too," Joanne admitted. "Alicia and Carrie want to have sex with you too," she said quietly.

 

Curtis had to think for a long moment. His Dad was down in the basement playroom too? Why did that matter…? Then it dawned on him. "Ahhh ... Dad knows about me and you, this afternoon?" he asked his mother.

 

"Uh-huh."

 

"An' he's not mad or anything?"

 

"Nope!" Joanne replied, licking the underside of Curtis' cockhead in that V-shaped area that was so very sensitive. "And neither is Uncle Brett about mad about Aunt Candy fucking you either, sweetie," she added.

 

Curtis hadn't even thought about Uncle Brett. His uncle might easily have been of a mind to clean Curtis’ clock for what the boy had done with Aunt Candy.

 

But no one was mad, huh? Mom was sucking his cock again, and Aunt Candy was down in the basement ... and the twins—they were a year younger than he was but they were hot, hot, hot!!

 

"What kind of party is it?" he said finally.

 

"Why, I thought you'd have figured that out by now," Joanne said with a grin. "It's a good, old-fashioned suck and fuck!" she told the thirteen-year-old.

 

He lay still a second longer and then gently disengaged his mother's mouth from his cock and pushed her off him. He crawled out of bed, not at all shy about bumping against his nude mother. He stopped.

 

"I'm not going to need these, am I?" he asked motioning to his pajamas.

 

"Nope!" his mother said smilingly.

 

He pulled the pajama top over his head while his mother pushed his cock back through the front opening in the bottoms. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband, she pulled them down and Curtis stepped out of them. The clothing lay there on his bedroom floor while the naked mother and son made their way on tiptoes down the hall. It wouldn't do to wake up his sisters.

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

"Hey! There he is," chortled Uncle Brett when the incestuous duo appeared at the bottom of the stairs and walked hand in hand into the center of the room. "The man of the hour," Uncle Brett avowed.

 

"Hiiiiiii, Curtis," Alicia and Carrie chorused.

 

Curtis stared, not knowing where to look first. The twins were naked; they spread their legs when they saw he was looking and smiled seductively at him. Aunt Candy was lying on her side on the sofa, gently working a plastic dildo in and out of her ... in and out of her ass!

 

Astounded, Curtis couldn't take his eyes off her. Obligingly, Aunt Candy adjusted herself a little so he could see better. He was amazed. He'd heard about ass-fucking, but he'd never expected to actually....

 

"Hey, Curtis?" Uncle Brett asked conversationally. "We're wondering if you can help us out with a little problem," he remarked.

 

Curtis turned to stare at Uncle Brett, not comprehending.

 

One of the twins uncoiled her naked body off the loveseat and strolled over to Curtis with a cushion in her hands.

 

"What problem?" Curtis asked, his attention split. He couldn’t decide whether to look at the twin approaching him, at Aunt Candy, at the other twin, or at Uncle Brett.

 

The question was decided when the young girl dropped the cushion on the floor and knelt in front of him. Curtis instinctively spread his feet a little wider. The pre-teen sex goddess smiled up at him and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock.

 

It hadn't softened a bit in the trip downstairs. Just off the top of his head, Curtis couldn't remember the last time his member had been soft. It’d surely been a long time. The girl bent her head and kissed the top of his prick.

 

"It's about your sisters," Grandpa Jack said, bringing Curtis’ head back up.

 

"What about 'em?" Curtis asked, but he actually understood clearly. The twins ... his sisters ... everybody, naked and having sex with each other. Oh—well ... of course!! His sisters needed to be here too.

 

"Well...," Uncle Bret said quietly. "...we want them to be able to join in the party ... just like you," he explained.

 

"But we're just not sure what’s going on with them," Curtis' father interjected. Curtis faced him, still not entirely sure his dad wasn't going to do something to him about fucking his mom this afternoon.

 

"We're not sure how to broach this ... that is ... introduce them to partying with the rest of us," Grandpa Jack continued. "We thought they were ready this afternoon," he said. "You weren't there, but your big sister was rubbing her crotch all over me ... and Stacey was doing the same with your Uncle Brett—then they switched, and some fingers found their way into some young pussies ... but when your mom came back outside after fucking you, they didn't seem to want to have anything to do with us."

 

Curtis flinched when Grandpa Jack mentioned Curtis had fucked his mother. Curtis hadn’t known it was public knowledge, but no one seemed to have a problem with it. And if they didn’t….

 

Curtis relaxed and smiled at his grandfather. It was good to be down here with the adults, and not have to hide anything. Everyone could be naughty, everyone could talk about ... anything, and everyone could know about everything.

 

The blonde vixen was still playing with Curtis’ penis, but she wasn't sucking him just yet.

 

"So ... did you ask them what was up with scootin’ off like that?" Curtis asked aloud, looking down at the pretty twelve-year-old, one-half of the matched set of Winston twins.

 

"Naw," Curtis’ father said, hoisting the other twin, whichever one she was, onto his lap. Curtis hadn't even noticed when she moved to his father's side.

 

"It's kinda hard to ask girls who turn ice-cold like that, all of a sudden. We didn’t think we could ask why they were happy humping on their grandfather and uncle’s fingers for a while ... and then they aren't interested in anything a few minutes later." Curtis’ father remarked.

 

Curtis looked down and watched with his jaw gaping wide as the twelve-year-old twin with his father spread her legs across Grady’s lap and dropped her knees down beside his legs. Her thighs thus splayed wide, the girl lifted herself up on her knees, worked herself into position over Curtis' father's hard cock and settled the head between her puffy outer labia.

 

In a bit, two inches of Grady's cock had disappeared between the young girl's obscenely bulging pussy lips. Working steadily, she squirmed around on Curtis' father's lap, getting another couple of inches inside her while the older man pushed upward as best he could. The twelve-year-old girl sighed and leaned back against Grady's chest and relaxed. Curtis' dad began a slow, steady fucking that both of them clearly were enjoying.

 

"Just had to show off, didn’t you, Carrie?" Grandpa Jack asked amusedly. Carrie stuck out her tongue at her grandfather and smiled serenely.

 

At least Curtis now knew who was sucking gently at his cock tip. That was Alicia smiling up at him while her tongue licked at the little slit in the end of his penis.

 

"Anyway," Grandpa Jack continued. "We were wondering if you knew something about your sisters that would give us a clue. We don't really know what we're looking for here."

 

Curtis chortled, making his belly undulate. Alicia looked up at him interestedly. His chuckle had pulled his cock from between her pretty lips, but she captured it again and sucked him in deeply.

 

"What?" Joanne asked, wriggling around on the loveseat near the fireplace. "Damn it," she exploded. "Candy, throw me one of those fake dicks," she commanded. She inserted the device in her cunt, pushing it in with one smooth motion.

 

Curtis sucked in a breath and blew it out again.

 

"What, honey?" Curtis' mother repeated. "What do you know?"

 

"Ahhhh...," Curtis said, stalling until he remembered what he been about to say. "Oh ...the other day, I heard Julie telling Stacey that if her boyfriend didn't get the message tomorrow—that was night before last when she said it ... she went out with him last night….

 

“Anyway, she said she was going to have to start humping doorknobs in the house if she didn’t get some cock in her!" Curtis said.

 

The whole room chuckled.

 

"She saw me standing there...," Curtis continued, "...and she didn't even try to be quiet when she was talkin' to Stacey," he finished.

 

"Well ... that's something," Uncle Brett ventured hopefully. "Isn't it?" he asked uncertainly, looking around at the other adults.

 

"Well, she didn't get anything from her boyfriend when they went out," Curtis said, snickering at a memory. "She came upstairs last night really, really mad and—"

 

He checked himself, automatically censoring what he was about to say in front of adults. Then he remembered where he was and what everyone was doing. The rules had changed. "Anyway, I saw her getting her vibrator out from under her mattress tonight," Curtis said.

 

"Hmmmm ... okay, anything else?" Grandpa Jack asked.

 

Curtis thought hard. "Well ... in the morning on Monday when Mom started being ... uh ... different with me....”

 

Everyone grinned companionably. Curtis saw they already knew about that.

 

“Anyway ... Julie looked at me and saw how Mom had got me all hard," he told the group. "And she didn't say anything about me being 'gross' or anything like that, like she usually does when she sees me get a hard-on," Curtis concluded.

 

The room was quiet while the adults absorbed that piece of information.

 

Carrie giggled. Alicia joined in after a moment. Curtis' cock had been too deep in her hot mouth for her to laugh immediately. She almost choked.

 

"Oh, don't you see?" Carrie said, laughing now at the adults' expressions. "The girl is so hot for some cock, she can't hardly stand it," she explained. "And ... this is the biggie ... since Grandpa Jack and Dad were playing with Julie and Stacey ... both of them ... out in the pool, I don’t think Julie is going to worry if that cock is attached to ... whoever! It can be her grandpa, or Curtis ... or my Dad or hers, either!!"

 

Carrie frowned. “I don’t have a clue why she and Stacey stopped all of a sudden with you guys out in the pool this afternoon, but I’ll bet they’re over it by now.” Carrie paused to think. “You know...?” she said musingly. “What if it was just seeing their Mom coming outside again?”

 

“Maybe they were surprised how she just came out the door so fast...?”

 

Everyone thought about it for a moment. “That’s it, you think?” Grandpa Jack asked to the room at large. “So ... maybe it's like Carrie says ... and if it is, they’re probably over whatever it was by now. They acted normal at dinner, right?”

 

The room was quiet while the group considered the question. They all nodded, nearly in unison.

 

In fact, both the Hamilton girls had seemed totally at ease by supper time. They’d joined in the table conversation and good-natured ribbing with all the other family members, so perhaps the rest of the reasoning was accurate too.

 

“So ... maybe you and my Dad should just go up and get those ‘sleeping beauties’ up so they can come down here and party?” Carrie asked her grandfather.

 

“Well ... how about we play another card?” Grandpa Jack replied. He looked at Alicia. "Alicia," he said quietly. "A little fluffing for the man of the moment, if you please....”

 

Alicia giggled happily. She took Curtis’ helmet-shaped cock head between her lips and sucked him back into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down over her cousin’s shaft for a moment or two, then let his cock slide out.

 

She batted at Curtis’ prick with her left hand, then her right ... giggling as Curtis’ hard-on swung back and forth in front of her eyes. She kissed the little slit at the very tip, then licked her saliva and his pre-cum off the head.

 

“Grandpa...,” Alicia said, grinning broadly, “...Curtis can’t get any harder than he is right now!”

 

Curtis looked down at her, disappointed she’d stopped sucking his cock ... and then it dawned on him. His eyes snapped back over to his mother and grandfather. Grandpa Jack was looking at him quite seriously.

 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," he breathed. "You want me to…? You think Julie’ll let me...?"

 

"I think so," Grandpa Jack replied. “Apparently, she didn’t have a problem with you knowing she wanted to get laid the other night ... and she wasn’t concerned when she saw you with a hard-on, either. I’m thinking she might even be a little more comfortable with you, rather than me, your Dad, or your Uncle Brett.” Grandpa Jack suggested. “We still don’t know for sure why they scattered when your mother came outside, but you clearly weren’t a part of that ... or whatever else might have happened—see what I mean?”

 

It made sense to Curtis ... at least as much sense as everything else that had been going on in the house for the last week. His face brightened. That ‘everything else’ he’d thought of was working out pretty danged good. He looked around at the roomful of naked partiers ... pretty danged good indeed.

 

“What do you think I should do first?” he asked eagerly.

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

"Julie…." Curtis hissed into the darkness of his older sister's bedroom.

 

"Julie!!" he whispered louder and more urgently. There was a vague stirring, but his sister didn’t move a major muscle group in response.

 

"JULIE!!!"

 

That brought Julie struggling up from a deep sleep. She fought her sheets for moment before she was fully aware of where she was or what she was doing. She rolled on her back to look at her brother. She had no idea why Curtis would come in her room, but there he was, standing next to her bed silhouetted by the light coming from the hallway.

 

"WHAT?" Julie asked ferociously. She was thoroughly unhappy to be awake.

 

"Can I talk to you?" Curtis asked softly.

 

"No! Go away!!" Julie snapped back, turning back on her left side and punching at one of her pillows. She was facing away from her brother, hoping he’d disappear and she wouldn’t have to deal with him again. She pawed at the stack of pillows under her head, trying to fluff them up again.

 

Curtis spied something on his sister's nightstand—a long bullet shaped thing sitting upright on its base. He sidestepped closer and turned on her lamp to make sure. "Are you sure you should leave a vibrator right out in the open where Mom or Dad could find it?" Curtis asked. He knew neither of their parents would actually have minded ... not tonight—not after a long week of slowly bubbling sexual tension ... but his big sister didn’t know that.

 

Julie was silent. She’d shut her eyes tight, but they opened now. She sniffed derisively to express her opinion of her brother’s implied criticism. On the other hand, her brother had a point.

 

She convulsively flopped over on her back; her right hand flashed out, snagged the toy and dragged it under the concealing sheet. In a flash, she was back on her left side and curled up into a fetal position. She pulled the sheet over her head to close out the rest of the world, especially her brother.

 

She lay there and closed her eyes again, not saying a word. Julie waited for whatever Curtis might do or say next, because he had a little something on her now. There was a real good chance Mom or Dad ... or Mom and Dad ... would come down hard on her for even having a vibrator—much less letting her little brother see it.

 

Curtis had the upper hand for the moment, and from past sibling squabbles, he recognized it immediately. It gave him the confidence he would be able to do this.

 

"I know Kenny didn't do anything for you the other night," Curtis said softly, sitting down on the edge of Julie’s mattress. "The wuss," he added scornfully.

 

Curtis thought he might have heard a muffled giggle. Also, Julie wasn’t demanding he get his young ass off her bed and out of her room like she usually did. Both of those things gave him hope he’d actually carry this off.

 

"I tell you what...,” Curtis offered, “...if I had a girlfriend like you...," he said quietly, "I'd never let her go home without ... makin’ sure she got off ... a bunch a’ times ... every day," he said.

 

Julie was silent. Her legs moved restlessly under the sheet, stretching out, then drawing back up. She curled her body around the fake phallus cradled in her hands. She extended her legs again. She couldn’t find a comfortable position.

 

Curtis tried again. “When you saw me with a hard-on the other morning, Mom’d just hugged and kissed me—it got my motor running, Sis ... WHEW!”

 

"An’ then you walked up the hall beside me ... did you know I get hard whenever I see you in your bikini like this afternoon ... or when you have those tight blue jean shorts on ... or when I just see you in the hallway wrapped up in a towel after you take a shower?” he added quietly.

 

That was about all he could do. Grandpa Jack had coached him with the words to help remind her about the pool party this afternoon, and the hot playing with Grandpa Jack and Uncle Brett. The other part was so she would recall the bulge she’d seen in his jeans earlier in the week.

 

Grandpa Jack, and his twin girl cousins, thought those things should be enough to get the message across. If Julie was still horny, and Curtis thought the vibrator kinda made that seem likely, then she’d recognize the offer that was on the table.

 

There was nothing else he could do. It was up to his older sister now ... and if tonight was like what their family had been just a week earlier, she probably would be insulted and disgusted by what he was suggesting. Curtis was pretty sure that every girl who had a brother in his school probably would be mad as all get out, but Julie...?

 

Julie mumbled something to herself.

 

For his part, Curtis was encouraged when she didn’t reach out for something to hit him with.

 

Julie flexed her legs under the sheet, then did it again. She muttered frustratedly to herself once, and then murmured something else. Curtis couldn’t understand a word. But his sister wasn’t shoving him away and she wasn’t kicking at him from under the sheets. So Curtis waited, wondering if that was the right thing to do or not.

 

There was a little voice at the back of Julie’s mind—it kept shrieking something about how wrong this was. She knew what her little brother was proposing with his sly words and scorn for her ex-boyfriend was something nasty and utterly forbidden. It just was wrong, wrong, wrong!

 

…But what she’d done with her grandpa and then Uncle Brett this afternoon felt so deliciously ... wonderfully right! She knew if they hadn’t been stopped, Julie wouldn’t have had any problem at all doing it with either one of the adult males.

 

Abruptly, Julie threw the sheet off and whirled over on her back. She reached out her right hand to slap the vibrator back on top of the nightstand. The fourteen-year-old girl settled flat of her back and looked balefully up at her sitting younger brother. She spread her thighs wide so he could see. Her panties had a distinct wet spot in the crotch.

 

"Come here, Junior," Julie whispered softly, motioning him closer to the head of the bed. When Curtis moved closer, she reached out and pinched both of Curtis’ man nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

 

It hurt. Curtis smothered his inclination to yelp. He froze, knowing it’d hurt worse if he tried to pull away.

 

Julie used her impromptu handholds to pull Curtis’ face down to hers. "Junior, I’m gonna let you do somethin’ you shouldn’t never get to do,” Julie growled huskily. “If you ever say anything about this to ANYONE, I'm gonna cut your thing off with a rusty razor blade!!" she told him threateningly.

 

"Well ... I sure don't want that—you know how I hate rusty razor blades!” Curtis quipped. He was in a fine mood now. What the grownups downstairs had said they thought might happen, actually was….

 

“I'll keep my mouth shut, Sis," Curtis assured his sister. A little burbling chuckle—nothing more than a happy sound—escaped his lips. Impulsively, he kissed his sister’s soft lips ... just a couple of quick darts at first.

 

But when Julie didn’t bite; when she didn’t use her fingernails to claw at him and when she released his captured man nipples to run her hands across his chest and shoulders ... Curtis knew things were going to work out just fine.

 

He pressed his lips to his sister’s and kissed her like he’d done with eleven-year-old Charlene Nelson before her family moved away ... and with his Mother and Aunt Candy this afternoon. He knew he was doing things right when Julie’s lips opened and her tongue flicked out to kiss him back.

 

In a little while, his sexy sister watching his every move, Curtis stood and dropped his pajama bottoms—the only things he had on—to the floor beside Julie’s bed. He stepped back close to the bed and settled his knees on the edge of the mattress. His young hard-on preceded him, jutting hard and strong from his hairless groin. It seemed to point right at her face.

 

Abruptly, Julie’s mouth was suddenly, terribly dry. She was awfully, awfully horny; she had been all week long. Julie eyed her younger brother's bobbing cock as he balanced there, half his weight on the bed, half on his toes on the floor. "You really have a nice one," Julie told Curtis softly, surprising herself. Every ounce of sibling rivalry she'd have sworn this morning was a major part of their lives, slipped away in the heat of a quickening brother/sister lust.

 

"Can I eat your pussy?" Curtis asked, confident now. He and sis were going to do something incredibly exciting, something totally forbidden—a thing the boys at school only had wet dreams about doing with Julie.

 

“Oh God, yes!” Julie jackknifed her knees and put the soles of her feet flat on the sheets. She lifted her ass to yank her panties down over her hips and down her shapely legs. Without pausing, she sat up and pulled her the old T-shirt she wore to bed off over her head.

 

In half a heartbeat, a pretty pair of breasts the size of oranges were exposed to her brother's eager gaze. Lying back down, Julie spread her thighs wide and used the fingers from both hands to spread her labia wide. She smiled happily when Curtis took a quick, appreciative breath.

 

"That’s soooo pretty,” Curtis told his big sister, “...really, really pretty.”

 

“Thank you...,” Julie replied, a little uncertainly. She’d never had a boy say anything that sincerely about her pussy ... and she certainly hadn’t expected her own brother to be the first.

 

She beamed up at her little brother. What he’d just said couldn’t have been whispered to her last month ... or even last week ... and probably not even this morning ... but it was okay here and now—and she liked hearing it.

 

Julie turned her bedside lamp down a notch ... but it was still too bright. She draped her discarded T-shirt over the top of the lamp, turning the room into a soft twilight. It was dim enough for comfort—but still bright enough that the brother and sister could see everything they were about to do.

 

Climbing up on the bed, Curtis knelt between Julie’s thighs and nuzzled her pouting young pussy with his closed lips. "Mmmmm....” he hummed happily onto his sister's outer lips. He didn’t have much knowledge about such things, but the boys in school were always talking....

 

On the other hand, young Charlene had had some distinct ideas about what a boy’s tongue should do for her young pussy, and she didn’t have any problem letting Curtis know what she wanted him to do. And, his mother and Aunt Candy had taught him several more things about a woman’s pussy this very afternoon. He happily put all those things together and dived right in.

 

Julie gasped aloud at the sensations Curtis’ lips and his humming awoke inside her. Her heart even skipped a beat or two. The fourteen-year-old girl hadn’t known just what she was going to get from Curtis, beyond the obvious, but her young brother was doing just fine….

 

She hadn't expected such an intense wave of pleasure from her sopping pussy—and this was only the beginning. Julie made a mental note that little brother was going to have access to her room, and her pussy, anytime his naughty little heart wanted to.

 

The only thing that disturbed the quiet in the room was Julie's increasingly urgent panting and the dry rustling of sheets as the siblings moved about. Julie rolled her ass around on the bed, humping her cunt up into her brother’s mouth; she held his head in place with a double handful of his hair.

 

Curtis’ pussy licking technique wasn’t expert, but he did know things her ex-boyfriend had not ... and Curtis was darned energetic. He was more than willing do everything he could to quench the fire in his sister’s belly.

 

The thirteen-year-old boy inserted a finger low in his sister’s steaming pussy, moving it carefully in and out while his tongue explored the top opening of her slit. He teased her clitty with the tip of his tongue, then stabbed it deep as he could inside her flowing cunt. He drank Julie’s sweet honey, tasting his sister’s essence for the first time ... and loving bit of it.

 

“Annnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh!!” Julie wheezed. “Unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh!!!” the fourteen-year-old girl panted when Curtis' tongue or his lips touched an especially nice place. “Oh damn ... Curtis,” she hissed, “we should a’ done this when I saw your hard-on the other day, baby!” she moaned.

 

It seemed like the right time to Curtis. "You ready for me to put my thing in you?" Curtis asked, more-or-less casually.

 

"Yessssss!" Julie murmured in a strangled voice. "Do it!" she demanded. She didn't have to worry about him cumming inside her. Mom had had a doctor install a Norplant implant when her boobies first started budding. 'Smart Mom’, Julie thought to herself, ‘...cause little Julie is gonna be gettin' real close to brother Curtis ... lots!!’

 

Curtis rose to his knees between his sister’s luscious thighs, grinning down at her. His cock bobbed wickedly from his movements.

 

Julie’s feet rose in the air; she let her legs fall a little to each side. Her sex was open to her brother’s gaze, and she was ready ... eager ... for him to take her.

 

Curtis knee-walked up toward the head of the bed, stopping only when his knees were flush with his sister’s twin butt cheeks. He slumped forward, catching himself the left hand he planted next to Julie’s right shoulder. With his right hand, he guided his cock between Julie’s sopping outer labia and worked the tip around to find that sweet socket, the entry into her vagina.

 

"Put it in me, Curtis!" the fourteen-year-old girl pleaded. She humped her groin upward to suck a portion of her brother’s penis inside her.

 

"Now, Curtis, please...?” she begged plaintively. “Put your thing in me, please, baby," she whispered to her brother. "Fuck the hell out of me!!" she added to make sure her brother knew what she desperately wanted.

 

Lust had clouded her mind all afternoon and evening long. The near orgasms she’d gotten by humping on Grandpa Jack’s and then Uncle Brett's hands had only whetted her appetite.

 

"Fuck me good, baby!" Julie whimpered.

 

Curtis did what his sister wanted. He was balls-deep in his big sister's vagina after only a few strokes. Reclining back, putting most of his weight on his knees, he started with long, slow, in-thrusts coupled with slightly quicker withdrawals. He leaned forward again, changing his balance more over his hands and upped his fucking tempo, plunging his cock deep into his sister’s cunt and hauling it back out again just as quickly.

 

Julie moaned contentedly. She'd needed a good fucking for such a long time now. What was happening to her was so good, she couldn't fix her attention on anything. Visions of some nice cock sliding in and out of her cunt had consumed her for the last week ... and now it was happening, even though it was coming from a totally unexpected source.

 

Her excitement swept her up on wings of intense pleasure, climbing higher and higher. Julie panted, gasping hard for breath. She bucked backward every so often to meet Curtis’ stabbing thrusts. They ground their bodies together, Curtis’ groin against her firm butt.

 

The pair of them quickly found a rhythm that maximized the rub of stiff cock against erect clitoris and the sensitive nerve endings in Julie’s pussy. In moments, they were both approaching a hard orgasm.

 

Julie’s climax took over her whole world. When Curtis’ cum splashed deep in his sister’s cunt, it set off her own climax and she gave herself over to the taboo ecstasy of a brother-sister fuck.

 

“AAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she wailed.“RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

 

Julie fought her way to the orgasm she’d wanted to have earlier in the day in the swimming pool. She wound her arms tightly about her brother’s neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, pummeling his buttocks with her heels, urging him to plunge deeper and harder into her hot cunt.

 

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” she screamed.

Curtis did what his sister wanted. He pounded his cock into Julie, slamming hard inside her velvet sleeve again and again, spraying incestuous cum inside her until he’d pumped his balls dry.

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!” Curtis howled.

 

“JULIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

“It’s so nice to see the children playing together, isn’t it, honey?” Julie’s mother said brightly. “Did you see how much cum Curtis shot up inside Julie’s cunt...?”

 

“I did,” Julie’s father replied. “He really came a gusher inside her, didn’t he?”

 

“He really did!” Joanne Hamilton said affirmatively.

 

“Did it feel good when your brother sprayed his cum up inside you, sugar?” she asked, directing her question to her daughter.

 

Julie was still held rapt in her post-coital glow. The voices were filtered through a haze of recently-satisfied lust and nothing the voices were saying disturbed the fourteen-year-old girl.

 

“Mmmm-hmmmm!” she murmured affirmatively. This was such a nice dream. “It was so gooooooooood, Mommy!”

 

Abruptly, the world snapped into focus. The voices belonged to her mother and father ... and they were discussing the fucking Julie just got from her younger brother.

 

“Oh shit,” Julie breathed. Her eyes opened.

 

Mom and Dad were standing at the foot of her bed, smiling gently down at Julie as she lay beside her brother’s sweat-soaked body. She blinked. Mom and Dad were as naked as she and Curtis were ... and Mom’s left hand was wrapped around Dad’s burgeoning cock.

 

“Oh shit, shit, shit,!!! Julie whispered again, distractedly. Curtis had shut her door when he came in. She hadn’t heard her bedroom door open and close again, but there they stood—her parents were right there, and the danged door was shut. How had they gotten in here without her even noticing?

 

She didn’t bother trying to cover herself; sometime in their incestuous fuck, she and Curtis had flung the top sheet off the bed and there wasn’t a sheet to be seen anywhere. Besides, their parents had already seen what their kids—what she and Curtis had done….

 

Julie’s forehead creased in thought. They’d seen what was going on ... but they weren’t acting like they were pissed off ... or even upset.

 

Julie dragged in a deep breath and held it while she tried to make sense of this. First, Mom and Dad didn’t seem to mind what she and Curtis had just done. Oh? When had it become all right for a brother to fuck his very own sister. Julie was certain this wasn't a thing her parents would ever tolerate.

 

Second, Mom and Dad were both naked, and in Julie’s bedroom, not their own—and Mom was fondling Dad’s hard-on right in front of two of their children. Julie had never seen that before. Finally, her mother and father were grinning happily, as if what she and Curtis had just done was something they’d been hoping for. Just what the heck did this all mean???

 

“Honey...?” Joanne asked, interrupting her daughter’s thoughts, “would you be okay with me sucking Curtis’ cum out of your pussy?” she asked hopefully. “His cum is so yummy, and I’d really like to taste some more of it....”

 

Julie surprised herself. Her mind was still skipping around quite chaotically, absorbing only the highlights of what was happening—but what her mother had just said struck a chord. What her mother proposed meant more pleasure was in store for Julie. Her pussy was still vibrating from the pounding her brother had given her, but more sex couldn’t possible be a bad thing.

 

If Mom wanted to eat her daughter’s pussy, who was Julie to say no?

 

“Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay...,” Julie drawled. She was proud her voice didn’t quake or anything to betray how unsettled her mind really was.

 

Obediently, Julie’s thighs spread wide again, opening up her sex so her mother to see the rivulets of brother-cum leaking from her cunt. Julie reached down and squeegeed up a two-fingered spoonful of Curtis’ cum. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them dry. Mom was right; Curtis’ cum was absolutely ‘yummy’....

 

But how had Mom known that...?

 

Joanne saw the question forming on Julie’s face and smiled at her daughter. Joanne climbed on the bed and knelt between her daughter’s thighs. “I’ll let you know later how I found out, okay?”

 

Which settled that question for the moment. Julie made a mental note to remember to ask later. For now....

 

Joanne bent low and began lapping up her son’s and daughter's fluids from Julie’s pussy lips. She gurgled happily to herself, thoroughly pleased with the path her, and her family’s, life had taken over the past week. Her only regret was it hadn’t happened earlier.

 

Julie heard her mother chuckling happily while she slurped up Julie’s cunt honey and Curtis’ cum from Julie’s groin and from between her pussy lips. It added to the unreality of the whole scene.

 

However ... Mom was making her daughter’s cunt come alive again ... quickly. Julie squirmed delightedly; her mother’s tongue was exploring deeper inside her outer labia and sucking gently at her clitty.

 

“You have beautiful breasts, honey,” Julie’s father said. Julie’s eyes flicked up and to her left. Preoccupied with what her mother was doing, she hadn’t noticed Dad moving from the foot of the bed up the side nearest the wall, and near her head.

 

“Can I kiss them?” Grady asked his daughter. “They look so wonderful....”

 

“Okay...,” Julie replied vaguely. What with everything that was going on here tonight, Julie couldn’t think of any reason why her father should not kiss her breasts and nipples. Heck, she’d let Curtis do it ... and then she’d fucked him ... and her mother was eating her cunt. Soooooo ... why not let Dad do whatever he wanted? It was all good.

 

Grady sat beside his daughter and leaned over to take her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently for a long moment, then eased his left hand onto her right breast and began massaging it. After a while, he shifted breasts, sucking at Julie’s right nipple and arousing her left with his right hand.

 

“You like?” he asked Julie, sitting up and taking both Julie’s breasts in his hands. He busied himself squeezing and rolling her nipples around in his palms.

 

“Oh ... God yes, Daddy!” Julie choked out.

 

She was astonished at herself. Daughters just did not thank their fathers for sucking their daughters’ nipples into full erection and for tweaking them into diamond hard points with their hands. No blush reddened her face, though. She and Mom, and now Dad, were talking their way through this incredible night, and that made it much easier ... it made everything seem much more normal.

 

“Julie’s nippies sure stand up really high, huh, Dad?” Curtis remarked. Julie turned from watching what Daddy was doing to her to see Curtis on the other side of her bed. She’d lost track of her brother for a while, but he had miraculously reappeared. Which reminded her....

 

“What part of ‘don’t tell anybody’ didn’t you understand, Junior?” she asked caustically, rising up on her elbows. It was easier to see what her mother was doing to her this way.

 

Curtis was singularly unfazed. “...Didn’t tell a soul, Sister, dear,” he avowed. “If you remember, I had my dick in your pussy the whole time ... an’ then Mom and Dad showed up, right?” he asserted cheerfully.

 

It was undeniably true. Julie pursed her lips, then shrugged her shoulders dismissively, not deigning to respond.

 

“We were already here, right inside your doorway, before Curtis finished inside you, dear,” Joanne explained. She’d substituted two fingers for her tongue inside Julie’s pussy. They were probing deep inside her daughter’s cunt and making the young girl writhe on the bed. “We were just waiting for you two to get done before we came in to ... congratulate you,” she added.

 

“Congratulate me on what?” Julie asked. She swallowed libidinously. She could see her mother’s tranquil, motherly face was shiny with a coat of Julie and Curtis’ mixed fluids.

 

“On joining in with the rest of the family ... getting down with having sex with all of us ... stuff like that,” Curtis explained, cutting in to the conversation. On the other hand, it was as good an explanation as any....

 

“Oh...Julie replied distantly—very little of this was making sense. ‘What-EVER!!!!’ she thought to herself. This conversation was going nowhere and she already regretted confronting her brother. If she’d thought about it before opening her mouth, she’d have realized Curtis had been far too busy to go tell anyone what they were doing.

 

She watched as Curtis sidled up beside their mother. Obligingly, Joanne leaned over and took her son’s cockhead into her mouth, then ducked her head to take most of his shaft inside too.

 

Curtis explosively sucked in a lungful of air as his dick disappeared between his mother’s soft lips. “OOOOOOOOMMMMPHHHHH!” he moaned.

 

Julie’s eyes grew wide and round as saucers as she watched her mother fellate Curtis. She humped the fingers her mother still had inside her. Mom was doing her son and her oldest daughter at one time.

 

Curtis backed away, pulling his hard-on out of his disappointed mother’s mouth. Joanne pouted a little, looking her son in the eyes.

 

“Uh ... Mom ... could you scooch back a little bit so I can put my cock in you ... from behind?” Curtis asked blithely. He clearly wasn’t embarrassed asking for what he wanted.

 

Julie was aghast for a split second, then she accepted her brother’s right to make the request. What the heck? It fit right in with everything else that was happening.

 

“Sure, son,” Joanne answered casually. She climbed onto the bed and settled down on all fours, but she saw there wasn’t room for her to get into the classic doggy position with her daughter already stretched out on the bed.

 

“Julie, sweetie...?” she asked, sliding back off the bed at the foot, and looking down at her daughter’s splayed legs and saliva slickened cunt lips. “Could you scoot down this way just a little, so I can bend over and still eat your pussy while your brother fucks me?” She demonstrated, putting her knees against the bed and bending over to catch herself on her elbows between Julie’s thighs again. There was a gap of several inches between her outstretched tongue and Julie’s pussy.

 

Julie nodded. She squirmed her way down the bed.

 

“Here, I’ll get your pillows for you,” her father said considerately. He was standing up ... Julie hadn’t seen him do that. She realized his sucking mouth and hands weren’t on her breasts any longer—that was probably why her hands were massaging her own breasts, tweaking her nipples and squeezing happily.

 

Grady reached behind his daughter to tug the mound of pillows down the bed, and back under Julie’s head. Leaning over to adjust the pillows’ far edge brought his aroused cock to within a few inches of Julie’s face.

 

Julie was fascinated by the bobbing and swaying of her father’s hard-on; it was dancing around right there in front of her eyes. She swallowed hard and wet her lips with her tongue.

 

“If you want to, sugar,” her father said quietly, “...only if you want to.”

 

Julie looked up at her father, then slowly nodded her understanding. She twisted at the waist, a half turn to her left, and supported herself on her left elbow. With her right, she grasped her father’s hard prick for the very first time and jacked him gently back and forth.

 

The fourteen-year-old girl looked back at her mother and brother. Curtis was already fucking his mother doggy style, holding her hips steady with his hands while he thrust and withdrew from her cunt with a good, steady tempo. Curtis had an expression of astounded ecstasy on his face; his eyes were shut tight and his chin was canted upward toward the ceiling while he pumped his cock in and out of his mother’s cunt.

 

Julie looked down at herself. Mom was between Julie’s creamy thighs again, licking and slurping ... when she wasn’t moaning in pleasure from what Curtis was doing to her from behind. Mom’s face wore a look of pleased wonder that matched her son’s. Julie suspected something of the sort was beginning to come over her own features, because Mom’s tongue and mouth were stoking a fire in Julie’s groin that burned higher and hotter with every passing moment.

 

Without another thought, Julie turned and engulfed her father’s dick with her mouth. She could taste his pre-cum; it wasn’t exactly like Curtis’, but it was very similar. It was even tasty, in the young girl’s judgment.

 

She pulled off Dad’s cock for a deep breath, then plunged her mouth back down over his cock, taking him as far as she could down her throat. She could hear her father’s involuntary groan as she felt her nose bump his underbelly. Julie couldn’t smile with his cock that deep in her mouth, but her vocal chords transmitted a faint giggle to her father’s cockhead.

 

For the next little while, Julie’s bedroom was filled with lots of slurping noises; little gasps; moans and groans; and the wet sucking/squelching sounds of four people having hot sex with each other. They caressed, stroked, and fondled each other wherever they could reach. It was too much ... it couldn’t last too long, but it didn’t need to.

 

“Baby,” Grady Hamilton whispered to his daughter. “Honey, I’m going to cum ... if you want to, you can just jack me off instead of....”

 

Julie looked up into her Dad’s face. There was an imp in her eyes looking back at him. Julie was going to take her father’s cum in her mouth ‘cause she wanted to, and that was all there was to it.

 

A moment later, Grady spewed a geyser of hot, sperm laden, semen splashing into her mouth. Julie gulped down a mouthful of her father’s cum, sucked another spout from his prick head, and swallowed that too.

 

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!” Grady moaned.

 

His hips backed away from his daughter’s yawning mouth, then hunched forward again. The feel of the underside of his glans sliding down his daughter’s tongue was rapturous. Another jet of cum erupted from his cockhead to coat Julie’s tongue and teeth. Grady held Julie’s head still in his hands; he withdrew, then pumped his cock slowly back inside. His face screwed up in a rictus of pain/pleasure, he sent a final spurt of incestuous cum down his daughter’s throat ... and then he was done. His knees suddenly weak, he drew his penis from between Julie’s still-sucking lips. He collapsed on the side of Julie’s bed, patting her face and shoulders in gratitude.

 

Julie was disappointed for a moment; she’d been getting into this new thing … sucking her father’s cock. She’d liked him cumming in her mouth. Dad’s cum tasted good; she didn’t mind him coating her tongue and mouth with his taboo cream—not one bit did she mind. She swallowed what her father spewed into her mouth and wished there was more. Daddy could’ve pumped a couple of gallons more cum down her throat if he’d had it to pump, for all she cared.

 

But she quickly found herself beginning to be overcome by her own orgasm. In seconds, the fourteen-year-old girl was squirming on the bed. Julie’s legs pounded the bed’s surface—she wasn’t able to stay still. Her hips undulated in three dimensions, rubbing her pussy lips against her mother’s mouth. Julie put her hands behind her mother’s head, holding Joanne’s mouth hard against Julie’s pussy.

 

Julie’s toes began curling tightly—she didn’t have any control on them anymore. She humped her cunt on her mother’s tongue, trying hard to get Mom’s tongue to stab deeper between her puffy labia and into her roiling vagina.

 

Then it happened. A tsunami of pure bliss swept up from her cunt, flooding up the length of her body and back again.

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” the girl screamed. “OHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDD!” She wailed.

 

“MOMMMMMMM-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

 

Behind his mother, Curtis’s cock slammed in and out of his mother’s volcanic cunt. He was thrusting hard now ... driving his dick into mother’s body faster and faster.

 

“Fuck me, baby!” Joanne pleaded when she had a moment to pull her face off her daughter’s groin. “Fuck Mommy good, son!”

 

The young mother was able to hold off a moment longer, but suddenly she couldn’t withstand her son’s assault any longer.“FUUUUUUUK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she howled. “FUCK ME, SON!”

 

She bucked backward to meet Curtis’ hammering thrusts. She buried her face in her daughter’s steaming cunt. “FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

 

Joanne groaned with the overwhelming pleasure her own son was bringing to her. She shuddered with the force of her climax, feeling spasms work their way up her belly and ripple back down. A hot ball of ecstasy exploded in her belly, the heat made every nerve in her body react with a stinging tingle. Her body quaked ... her muscles froze for a trembling instant ... and then it began slowly subsiding.

 

She held herself still, her feet on Julie’s carpet and braced on her elbows between her daughter’s thighs. Her mouth was still slathering her daughter’s pussy with strong strokes.

 

Joanne didn’t know Julie was already midway through her orgasm; she didn’t know if her son had cum either. Her tongue and ass kept moving for as long as she could keep them working so her children could use their mother’s body just a few seconds longer.

 

Eventually, Joanne collapsed to the bed’s surface. Exhausted, she couldn’t do anything for even a moment longer.

 

While Joanne had been whirling her way through her climax, her son had filled his mother’s pussy with his own incestuous cum in a hammering orgasm that sent fiery tendrils of sheer ecstasy coursing all the way back down to his balls.

 

They squeezed tight again and pumped more taboo semen up the channels in his cock to spray defiantly into Mom’s milking vagina yet again. Then he was done ... toast ... completely done in….

 

Curtis let his cock slide out of his mother’s cunt. His knees wobbled as he struggled up to Julie’s bed so he could sit for a while. Little rivulets of cum mixed with his mother’s cunt honey dribbled out of his mother’s pussy onto the rug. He didn’t care, and neither did she.

 

“WHEW!” Curtis commented when he had enough breath for speaking. “That was awesome!”

 

His mother, father, and his older sister all chuckled, agreeing completely with his assessment.

 

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

At the moment Joanne asked her daughter if she could eat Curtis’ cum out of Julie’s pussy, Grandpa Jack was standing outside the bedroom door and listening hard. After that, he couldn’t hear much of anything through the closed door except the occasional passionate cry and the sounds of Julie’s bed getting a thorough workout. He imagined he could hear some wet, slurping noises every once in a while, but he knew it wasn’t likely; Julie’s door was solid and there was no chance soft sounds like that would pass through the stout wood.

 

A moment after the talking stopped, Curtis opened the door and came out of his sister’s bedroom, bright-eyed and grinning. He paused only long enough to high-five his grandfather and before quick-stepping on down the hall to the bathroom. Obviously, Curtis needed to relieve himself and do a quick clean up for another round of incestual sex.

 

Without waiting for Curtis to return, Grandpa Jack took a deep breath, resolutely faced in the opposite direction and tiptoed down to twelve-year-old Stacey's room. Grandpa Jack was more than a little nervous about what he was about to do. In fact, he would have been just fine with young Curtis making this first ‘contact’ with Stacey, the same way he’d just successfully done with Julie.

 

Unfortunately, the group of partiers in the basement had all voted against him. They were all solidly in favor of Grandpa Jack taking the lead with young Stacey instead of Curtis.

 

The basement partiers took note of the fact that the twelve-year-old girl wasn’t the one who’d been overheard desperately craving sex from her boyfriend, or suggesting she was ready to hump doorknobs either. They also observed that it hadn’t been Stacey who eyed her own brother’s hard-on in his jeans last Tuesday morning. The consensus was that thirteen-year-old Curtis simply didn’t have an opening with his younger sister like he’d had with his older one.

 

And ... it was pointed out Grandpa Jack’s fingers were the ones that had last been inside Stacey’s young pussy during the afternoon pool party. Almost-twelve-year-old Stacey had ‘history’ with her Grandpa, everyone said. There just wasn’t much Grandpa Jack could say to that.

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

Stopping at Stacey's door, Grandpa Jack listened for a moment ... but he didn’t know for what. As it happened, there wasn’t a sound coming from the young girl’s room. Nerving himself, he knocked.

 

"Come in," a childish voice said. Evidently, young Stacey was awake. Grandpa Jack pushed open the door and stepped inside. He didn't bother closing the door; considering everything else going on in the house, there was no special need for privacy with Stacey. In fact, if he wound up in court for what he was about to suggest to Stacey, he'd be able to say she invited him in and he hadn't separated her from the family. Might cut a century or two off his sentence....

 

Stepping inside, Grandpa Jack stopped to survey the room. Stacey’s bed was in the corner of the room to his right front. The headboard was butted up against the house’s front wall and the length of the bed stretched along the side wall. The headboard itself was plain—no shelving whatsoever. In lieu of a nightstand, Stacey had a small desk placed where she could reach items on its top. The room was done in shades of pink and lavender. There were dolls on shelves and girly-girl poster art on the walls. Everywhere one looked there were cushions and lace. Stacey was a girl’s girl, preteen femininity personified.

 

Stacey was in bed, but showed no sign of having been asleep. The lights were low and the room had shadows in every corner. Grandpa Jack could see Stacey on her back, supported by a mound of fluffy pillows. Her knees were hiked up beneath the sheet. The young girl’s android tablet was positioned on the part of the coverlet that her concealed lower belly, propped up on her inclined thighs ... and apparently was in use. Not that he was looking at the girl’s android tablet.

 

Stacey’s lower body was covered, but there was nothing covering hiding her young body above the waist ... and no pajamas either. Grandpa Jack’s young granddaughter was naked, at least down to her bellybutton.

 

Grandpa Jack was considerably cheered up. Perhaps there wasn’t any prison in his immediate future after all.

 

Stacey watched her grandfather with a cute smile on her lips as he approached her bed. Her grin broadened the closer he got. She’d seen her big, strong Grandpa this afternoon in the pool, wearing only his swim trunks. He was shirtless and barefoot now also; his strong legs were on display beneath the fabric of his short-legged cargo shorts, but this was a wholly different thing from the pool party—this was her bedroom, her sanctuary. This was far more intimate than the openness of the family swimming pools. Stacey remembered what her grandfather was doing to her ... with her ... this afternoon in the pool; she remembered very well how great she’d felt and what she’d wanted to happen next.

 

"Sooooo, Grandpa,” Stacey said mischievously, “incest is best, huh?”

 

“I hoped it would be you,” she added.

 

"...Incest is...? Uh ... I ... ahhhhhhhhh ... yeah ... uh well…!"Grandpa Jack babbled. He paused. "You hoped it would be me what?” Grandpa Jack asked, confused. He was grateful Stacey hadn’t started screaming for the cops. She didn’t seem inclined toward that particular resolution—quite the contrary, in fact.

 

Stacey’s grin morphed into an even more mischievous one. “It’s what everyone at school says,” Stacey confided. “If its incest, it’s supposed to be just so yummy!” she explained. “It’s what I’ve always heard, Grandpa,” she told him quietly. She was smiling happily.

 

Grandpa Jack blinked ... and then he relaxed and smiled back at the young girl. Back in the day, back when he’d been in elementary school, kids in his school had also assured each other the old proverb was true.

 

Grandpa Jack had two nubile younger sisters back then and he’d always figured all those boys doing the trash talking were trying to find out if he was getting any. He thought if he had been, the boys on the playground would have then wondered aloud how he’d feel about doing a little sharing....

 

“Well ... how many of the kids at school you think really know how good incest is, eh?” Grandpa Jack asked. “I ‘spect they’re just a’ wishin’, don’t you think?”

 

“I think they are too,” Stacey returned seriously. “I mean ... if they were doin’ it, an’ they got caught talkin’ about it, their parents and ever’one could get in lots of trouble, huh?”

 

She paused. “I won’t ever say anything, Grandpa, okay? I promise!”

 

She thought for a moment. “But you know…? There really could be some kids really doing it, huh, Grandpa? And they know enough not to be talkin’ and drawin’ attention to themselves, huh?” She grinned.

 

“Maybe there are some kids who get to see how nice it is ... someone besides us...?” Young Stacey smiled a knowing little smile and blinked her big green eyes at her grandfather.

 

“An’ I was hopin’ it would be you to come see me tonight, ‘cause we were havin’ a real good time in the pool this afternoon. I just hoped you’d want to keep it goin’,” she explained coyly.

 

“So you’ve just been waiting for ... someone to come and talk to you about ... incest things and ... stuff ... like that?” Grandpa Jack asked.

 

“Since us kids went to bed!” she remarked.

 

“And you knew someone would come because...?”

 

"First of all,” Stacey said, holding up both hands, ready to tick off her reasons. She touched her left forefinger with her right. “I came in the house yesterday after I let you play with my cootchie in the pool," she said complacently, "and Mom an’ Dad's bedroom smelled like it does when they do sex in the afternoon ... but there wasn't anyone in the whole house ‘cept Curtis and Aunt Candy comin’ downstairs ... and they were acting like they'd just did something soooooo naughty....”

 

She giggled. “...Like I couldn’t tell what they’d been up to!”

 

She touched her left middle finger. "And when you let me rub my kitty up against you in the pool ... you didn't say a word.” She giggled and shook a forefinger at Grandpa Jack.

 

“Naughty, naughty, grandpa!” she scolded facetiously. She grinned broadly.

 

Stacey smiled seductively at her naughty grandpa and ticked off another point on her left ring finger. "And while I was humping on you in the pool, Alicia and Carrie ... don't say they had ‘em on ... ‘cause I know they didn't have their bottoms on ... an’ they were playing naughty with my Daddy down in the deep end, weren’t they?"

 

Grandpa Jack nodded, then shook his head—he didn’t know which was the right response. "Ahhhh, no, honey, the twins didn’t have a stitch on but those little itty-bitty tops to their bikinis,” he clarified.

 

"I knew that," Stacey said in a satisfied tone. "An’ my Daddy was playing with their cootchies, right?" she asked curiously.

 

"...Had two fingers as deep as he could get ‘em up each of their pussies!" Grandpa Jack said succinctly.

 

"I thought so!!" she exclaimed saucily, tossing her head to one side. "Do they always do like ... I mean, are they always so ... slutty?" she asked interestedly.

 

"Pretty much, yeah!" Grandpa Jack admitted. "But they don't think slutty is a bad word," he added quickly.

 

Stacey thought about it for a moment. "Me neither," she observed. She grinned playfully.

 

She touched the little finger on her left hand. "Anyway ... and then I saw Mom and Curtis walking down the hall naked just a little while ago," she said. She ticked off another point on her thumb. "A little while after that I saw Curtis come back upstairs—still naked—an’ he went to put on his pajama bottoms in his room—but he came back out and went into Julie’s room—an’ he closed the door and didn’t come back out for the longest time!”

 

She had to switch to counting her points on her right hand. “Then, I saw Mom and Dad naked ... and they went in Julie’s room too, but you stayed out in the hall.”

 

Stacey gave up counting her points. She dropped her hands demurely to the coverlet over her lower belly.

 

“...Then ... after a long while, I see Curtis come back out and high-five you and then walk naked down to the bathroom,” she said triumphantly. She took a deep breath. The recitation had taken her breath.

 

Grandpa Jack looked at the door confusedly. Presumably, it had been closed all during the high jinks going on in Julie’s room, or someone would have noticed. Everyone had been naked, but they weren’t blind. He threw Stacey an inquiring glance.

 

"Spy cam, Grandpa!" Stacey said shortly. “Daddy brought one home from work one day and forgot about it. It’s so little and if I just put it on the floor ... cover most of it with something like a T-shirt, and nobody sees it," she explained. "But I can see everything on my tablet!"

 

"Very cool!" Grandpa Jack said, congratulating the young girl.

 

The young girl glowed at the tone of fond admiration in Grandpa Jack's voice. Then her red-headedness took command of her mind.

 

"Ever'body sneakin' down the hall all naked and stuff and you think I'm not gonna figure out what's happenin' ?" she scoffed.

 

Her mood switched back instantly. “Wanta see?” Stacey asked brightly. She motioned for Grandpa Jack to sit on the side of her bed.

 

She took up her tablet and held it so she and her grandfather could both see it. Touching the screen and running through a couple of menu options, she quickly keyed up a video and played it for her Grandpa.

 

Grandpa Jack watched as Stacey’s brother tiptoed from the head of the stairs—he’d clearly just come up them. Nude, he disappeared briefly into his bedroom—then reappeared to saunter a few steps down the hall to his big sister’s room. He went inside and closed the door.

 

Stacey stopped that video and selected another one off the touch screen. They watched as Grady and Joanne Hamilton, with Grandpa Jack in tow, topped the stairs and walked to Julie’s door. They listened for a moment, then Stacey’s parents opened the bedroom door, stepped quietly inside, and shut the door again. Grandpa Jack was left standing outside Julie’s closed door with his back against the wall.

 

The last clip Stacey showed her grandfather was one of him ambling toward her door and knocking....

 

The twelve-year-old girl giggled. "I knew someone was going to come upstairs for me," she avowed. "I jus' didn't know when ... or who."

 

She looked her grandfather up and down, not missing the bulge in his shorts. She grinned and licked suddenly dry lips. "I'm glad it was you," she said again and she smiled a completely lascivious little smile that almost-twelve-year-old girls aren't supposed to know how to smile.

 

There was a short silence. Grandpa Jack wondered what to do next, but he needn't have bothered. Stacey was still very much in charge. "Can I play with that?" Stacey demanded, pointing a slender finger at Grandpa Jack's crotch. She clearly had some knowledge about what such a protuberance meant.

 

Grandpa Jack nodded.

 

"Grandpa, you have too much clothes on," she scolded. "Curtis and Mom and everyone else were all naked ... and I am too,” she avowed. “Don't you think you should be?"

 

He looked at his young granddaughter. "By golly, I think you're right," he grinned. He stood beside Stacey’s bed and unbuttoned his shorts. They fell to the floor, revealing his hard penis standing out from his groin, seeming to bob and weave in the air, pointing at the young girl.

 

Stacey already knew her grandfather wasn’t just the strong-looking, kinda stocky guy he appeared to be in pants and a shirt. She knew from being in the pool with him, that he was bigger than he looked, really solidly built through his chest and arms—and his legs were thickly muscled too. Her grandpa’s dark brown hair hadn’t yet started turning grey, and his blue eyes peered cheerfully out of a kind, ruggedly good-looking face.

 

Stacey sucked in her breath and stared, thoroughly enthralled with her first live cock. "I didn't know they were so pretty," she said at last, sighing happily.

 

Grandpa Jack laughed. "Well ... pretty isn't a word usually applied to a man's hard-on ... but I'm glad you like it."

 

"I can call it whatever I want," Stacey said pertly, "and it is ... okay ... nice, then. I thought guys had hair and stuff all over you down there and on your chest and belly too."

 

"Well, yeah ... that happens," Grandpa Jack agreed, "...unless a guy shaves off all that hair ... or has it removed permanently, like I have," he told the inquisitive girl.

 

"How do you do it ‘permanently’ ?" she asked curiously.

 

"Well the short answer is a laser," he told her. "But ... honey ... there are lots and lots of things that we can talk about ... tomorrow and after that, right?"

 

"Okay," Stacey said agreeably. "I still say it's pretty," she sniffed. "It is."

 

"Okay," Grandpa Jack said agreeably. "And now...?"

 

Stacey got the point. She smiled, perhaps a little nervously. Taking the edge of the sheet and blanket in her left hand, she swept them off her body and tucked them into the space between her mattress and the wall.

 

She was naked under the covers. As Grandpa Jack watched, the twelve-year-old temptress spread her slim thighs and arched her back to raise her ass off the bed. She wriggled her hips, dug her heels in, and used the mattress as leverage to pump her groin up and down for her grandfather. Stacey was lithely slender, and leggy ... and that was when she was in a dress. Naked, she was a vision of late pre-teen sexiness.

 

Grandpa Jack was thoroughly entranced by her willing exposure of her body. He grinned into her eyes, letting her see his approval, and the pre-teen girl visibly relaxed.

 

Stacey settled back down on the bed. "You like me, Grandpa?" she whispered. Shyly, she swept her right hand down her belly and over her hairless groin. She stopped her fingers just at the top of her slit. Pressing lightly against her puffy pussy lips, her outer labia parted just enough to show a glistening of little-girl juices.

 

"Absolutely," Grandpa Jack replied, nodding happily.

 

She was delicious. Stacey’s red hair resting on the pillow ... several hues darker than her big sister’s auburn locks ... framed an elfin face with high cheek bones and wide-set green eyes. Her breasts probably weren’t going to be as big as her mother’s and Julie’s ... but that was okay. At twelve-years ... almost ... her breasts were about as big around as halved lemons perched high on her chest.

 

They were just perfect for her, in Grandpa Jack’s estimation. Her slim body curved in gently at the waist only to delicately flare out again at her hips. The girl’s slender thighs were twin columns of wonderful creaminess that tapered down to shapely calves and a pair of sculpted ankles.

 

"You look ... fantastic!" he declared.

 

“You can sit down here again, Grandpa,” Stacey told her grandfather, patting the mattress on her right side. She moved a little to her left, against the house’s outer wall, to give him more room.

 

The young girl swallowed and licked her lips nervously. Her left hand slipped down the side of her bed, under the sheet and into a secret hiding place. She tugged out three dildos of differing lengths and thicknesses. Stacey picked up the slimmest and glanced bashfully at Grandpa Jack to make sure he saw what she was doing.

 

Smiling wantonly, the twelve-year-old tilted her groin slightly upward and deftly inserted the thin dildo between her pretty pussy lips. She paused for the tiniest moment, adjusted her body; then she pushed the toy deep inside her in a smooth, unhurried plunge.

 

"See me put my fake dick in me, Grandpa?" the little girl asked lewdly. She worked the plastic phallus around a little, stabbing it deep and then pulling it back until it was nearly wholly out of her body.

 

Grandpa Jack nodded. He couldn't have turned away from the erotic little show his granddaughter was putting on for love nor money. “I see, sugar,” he affirmed in a suddenly hoarse voice. “It’s soooo pretty, baby.”

 

Stacey grinned and pulled the dildo all the way out. Holding her grandfather's eyes with hers, she put the dildo between her lips and sucked for a moment. Sticking her pink tongue out, she licked the dildo dry of the fluids she just wet it with ... and then she pushed almost the entire length of the dildo into her mouth. All Grandpa Jack could see was the base of the dildo, flush with her soft lips. When she retrieved the fake penis from her mouth, it was wet with her saliva, but she hadn’t choked once ... never came close to it.

 

Stacey dropped that dildo beside her in the bed and paid it no more attention. She picked up another one. "This one is fatter," Stacey explained to Grandpa Jack. "It's so my cootchie will stretch out a little bit more," she said. She worked it in, steadily pressing it deeper between her outer labia. Stacey held on to the very end of the of the dildo with her fingertips. Everything else disappeared inside her.

 

Stacey grinned up at her grandfather when he took his cock in hand and began slowly masturbating. She enjoyed the show he was giving her and she was excited even more, knowing that he was doing it because of the naughty things she was doing.

 

The young girl discarded the medium sized plastic toy and took up the third dildo, inserting it more carefully than she had the others. Sliding this one in was both easier and more difficult.

 

Easier, because her vagina was awash now with little-girl juices in ever increasing quantities but harder, because this was the thickest in her collection. It was one most twenty-something secretaries would have in their collections. Stacey smiled at Grandpa Jack, thrusting her immature hips upward while she fucked the phallus in and out of her tender cunt. A light flush covered her upper chest now. Her breath wasn't as regular as it had been.

 

"Honey...," Grandpa Jack said hoarsely, "how long have you been playing with...?" His off hand moved expressively to include all the plastic dildos ... and her pussy too.

 

"I been playing with my fingers in me since I was in first grade," Stacey replied calmly. “My friend, Trish, gave me the little thingy when she had to go with her parents to Washington. When I was eight, Mom threw away that middle thingie 'cause she didn't want it anymore ... but I found it in the trash and cleaned it up and stuff....” She paused to twirl the dildo in her pussy around like a corkscrew. “I got this big one from Wendy ... she's my best friend at school ... and I love all a' them," she remarked.

 

“But I’m thinking of getting another one,” she commented brazenly. She looked at Grandpa Jack’s erect cock. “I think I need one ... like ... just like your thing,” she told her grandfather. She checked herself as a new idea occurred to her.

 

“Grandpa...?” she asked diffidently, “...Is there a way I can get a dildo just like your ... dick? I mean—shaped just like it, and just as long and fat and...?” She looked expectantly into Grandpa Jack’s eyes. “Is there?”

 

Grandpa Jack cleared his throat and swallowed hard at the sheer sensual impact of the little girl’s nasty inquiry. “Ahhhhhh ... I believe I’ve read about a company that can take a cast of a ... uh ... yeah, I think that can be done, Stacey.”

 

“Good!” she said shortly. “I want one, okay?”

 

Grandpa Jack nodded. He was going to look into it, first chance he got ... sounded like good stocking stuffers for next Christmas actually.

 

"I only started doing this, since spring break," Stacey said, returning to the subject of her masturbating with dildos.

 

Never stopping fucking the largest of the dildos in and out with her right hand, she picked up the most slender of the three again with her left hand. She drew her knees up to her shoulders, wrapped her arms around her thighs, and simultaneously raised her head to stretch her neck forward so she could see between her legs and the pussy that was only inches from her chin.

 

Grandpa Jack shuddered. If he’d tried to get into that position, his back would lock up and he’d never be able to stand erect again.

 

He watched Stacey carefully insert the skinny dildo inside her pinkish-brown little butt hole. There was a sheen of some kind of lubricant still visible on the tight ring—clearly young Stacey had been probing her anus earlier this evening.

 

"It's like two guys are doing me," she confided to her grandfather as he watched, his attention fixed on the girl's ministrations.

 

“Isn’t that nasty!!??” she asked lewdly. She giggled.

 

Before Grandpa Jack could reply, Stacey pulled the dildos out of her ass and cunt, and set them aside. She swung her legs off the bed, then leaned to her left, over Grandpa Jack’s lap, to examine Grandpa Jack's cock in minute detail. He held himself still, letting the child do whatever she wanted to.

 

"Don't you sometimes have to move this back behind that fat head-part...?" Stacey asked interestedly, “or does it always stay back?”

 

"That is called a 'foreskin' Grandpa Jack told her softly, doing his best to hang on to his composure, "and it 'always' has to be moved back ... doctors call it “retracting” it ... but I already did that while I was playing with it," he told her. "And the head is called the 'glans’," he added.

 

Stacey nodded and resumed her inspection of the first live penis she'd ever seen. In a moment, she kissed the mushroom-shaped crown and her tongue slithered along the little slit in the head. She took as much of the head into her mouth as she could. Her fingers marked the place on the shaft where her lips had been and she let Grandpa Jack's penis slip out of her mouth to check.

 

She smiled approvingly and popped her grandfather's cock back in. Bobbing her head up and down, she treated Grandpa Jack to a really fine little blowjob. She slathered her tongue all around the head of Grandpa Jack’s cock and paid close attention to the sensitive V, under the glans, licking and stroking it with her tongue.

 

It occurred to Grandpa Jack someone had either taught her very well, or she’d read a lot about this or....

 

Clearing his throat, Grandpa Jack explained, "That what you're touching right now, sugar ... unghhh! ... yeah, sugar, that ... is called the frenum ... or some folks call it the frenulum." He sucked in a deep breath when Stacey massaged that area liberally with the tip of her tongue.

 

Grandpa Jack gasped. The sheer pleasure of the little girl's tongue exploring the underside of his cock was almost too much to bear. "And it's really, really sensitive, sugar," he added earnestly.

 

Stacey let his prick slip out of her mouth. She leaned back a little to look her grandfather in the eyes. "You like what I'm doing for you, Grandpa Jack?" she asked innocently.

 

"GOD, YESSSSS!!!!” her grandfather assured her enthusiastically.

 

Stacey gave him a thoroughly depraved grin. "I thought you'd like it," Stacey said seriously. "Wendy told me guys like that really much....” Her voice trailed off. A curtain dropped behind her eyes.

 

Grandpa Jack assumed Stacey hadn’t meant to divulge this other girl’s name. But he left it alone ... time enough later to make some inquiries about this ‘Wendy’ girl who knew ‘guys’ liked their cocks tongued on the underside.

 

Grandpa Jack smiled at Stacey, ignoring her sudden reticence. "Now, young lady,” he said cheerfully, “NOW, it's time for me to taste that pretty pussy of yours."

 

Stacey grinned in anticipation. In a convulsive movement, she threw her body around on the bed, arranging herself so that she was laying across the width of her bed. That way, her 'cootchie' was right at the edge of the bed, her legs were dangling comfortably over the side, and she was up on her elbows so she could see everything Grandpa Jack was about to do to her. She giggled nervously.

 

Grandpa Jack lifted her right leg over his head and off to his side. He dove in to touch his tongue to the lowest part of the twelve-year-old's plump little slit. The young girl sighed heavily and shivered all over her body. Grandpa Jack glanced up to see Stacey's bright eyes watching him intently. He smiled and turned his attention back to her pussy. She wasn’t pulling away, and that was all that was important.

 

He worked his tongue between Stacey’s already slickened outer labia and pushed upward, plowing up the length of her pussy slit with his thick tongue. He was rewarded with the sound of a deep breath being sucked in through Stacey's teeth. Spreading her lips apart a little with his hands, Grandpa Jack licked a slow stroke up the left side and back down the right ... then he reversed course and went up the right side ... and back down again ... and did it all over again.

 

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Stacey moaned softly. “Grandpaaaaaa ... it’s soooo good,” she murmured.

 

Grandpa Jack grinned. Eating a girl’s pussy put a guy in total charge of the game. Done right, a girl couldn’t even think straight after a few flicks of a guy’s tongue.

 

Gently spreading Stacey’s outer lips a little wider, Grandpa Jack set the tip of his tongue against the little fleshy hood hiding the twelve-year-old’s clitty and set about teasing the little nubbin out into plain view. In a minute, it was exposed and he was moving his tongue all around and over it.

 

“OOOOOONNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” Stacey moaned. Her hands clutched handfuls of her grandfather’s hair; she pulled hard, holding Grandpa Jack’s mouth tight against her pussy.

 

Stacey’s knees rose and hovered in mid-air. Her lower legs kicked around uncontrollably as new sensations swept over her. Stacey’s slim thighs clamped Grandpa Jack's head between them as her randy grandfather ministered to her cunt. The twelve-year-old’s hips began rocking from side to side—then up and down—now slathering her pussy around in little circles ... whatever it took to keep Grandpa Jack’s mouth exactly where it was ... smack on her outer labia and the opening to her steaming hot sheath.

 

“Unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh!” Stacey panted urgently. “Granpa-granpa-granpa ... gra’pa—gra’pa—gra’pa—gra’pa—gra’pa—gra’pa!!” Stacey urged him on.

 

She was deliriously happy. Grandpa Jack was driving her out of her mind. She moaned aloud, whimpering as Grandpa Jack's mouth covered almost all of her pussy, trying to suck all the juices out of her vagina sometimes and other times using his tongue to spear as deep as he could into her sopping cunt.

 

Grandpa Jack gradually slowed his pace, licking more gently, then barely touching the little-girl's sensitive skin, then not at all. He drew back, wiping his sopping face and chin.

 

"What?" Stacey asked thickly. Then she understood. "Are you gonna put your thing in me now, Grandpa?" she asked expectantly. She groaned and her body jerked spasmodically as an impulse of pure sexual pleasure shot through her body like a stray bolt of lightning.

 

Grandpa Jack sat back on his heels. "It's about time, don't you think?" he asked the girl-child gently.

 

Stacey's answer was to whirl her body around on the bed’s surface until she was laying lengthwise again. She stretched out her legs, spreading them wide to show her grandfather her puffy pussy lips and the ruby red interior between them.

 

"Yes ... now, Grandpa!” she said urgently. "Put it in me now,” she demanded, still breathless from Grandpa Jack’s oral attentions. Reaching up to him, Stacey pulled on his shoulders to bring him down on top of her.

 

He was a little dubious. He was way too heavy to lay on her ... most of the young girls he'd fucked so far wanted to ride atop him, rather than the other way around. But, if that was what little Stacey wanted … that was what little Stacey would get!

 

Stacey moaned up into her grandfather's face. Her hands fluttering over his body; she didn’t quite know what she wanted to do with her hands, but she craved the physical contact. The young girl drew up her knees a little; then let them fall away to each side—her left knee was propped against the lavender-painted wall, and her right one fell to the surface of the bed. Dolls watched interestedly from their shelves all around the room, their eyes glistening in the dimness of the little girl’s room.

 

Grandpa Jack climbed on the bed and settled between Stacey's slender thighs. He shuffled close until he had his knees right up under her ass-cheeks and pushed the tip of his cock down, just touching Stacey's outer labia. Then he stroked it up and down her slit, making the young girl sigh out loud. She pushed her hips up off the bed, not willing to diminish the sensation for even a tiny moment.

 

Supporting his upper body with his left arm, Grandpa Jack wet his right forefinger in Stacey's pussy honey and touched his fingertip to the tip of Stacey's left breast. He coated the aureole and nipple liberally, then rocked his body backward so he could bend low and capture her tiny nipple between his lips. Stacey's body shuddered and her hands flew to the back of Grandpa Jack's head to hold his mouth firmly against her young boobie.

 

His finger dipped again in her young pussy, gathered more juices, and he moistened her right breast. Moving his head firmly against Stacey’s resistance, he moved his lips the short distance over to her right nipple. He sucked and teased this one into diamond-hardness too.

 

Young Stacey groaned aloud. She whispered special entreaties for her grandfather to keep going, do it again, do it harder, do it some more ... she had no idea what she was saying and it was mostly unintelligible anyway.

 

Grandpa Jack pulled back, sitting back on his haunches before moving forward again. This time, he braced his hands on either side of Stacey's slender shoulders. He swayed his body forward, settling his lower body a little, so the tip of his glans was just touching the girl's lower slit.

 

"Honey," Grandpa Jack said softly. "You take hold of my cock like you do your toys and push it into you just as slow as you want, okay?

 

Stacey nodded. Her head came up off the pillow and she looked down the length of her body. Grandpa’s knees were on the bed right behind her asscheeks and he was holding himself off her chest like he was doing a pushup. The young girl grabbed her grandfather's cock in both hands, pressed the purple head of it slowly between her labia, and slowly pulled Grandpa Jack into her.

 

She whimpered, panted hard, and pulled more of her grandfather’s dick into her cunt.

 

“Annnnnnnnngnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” she whimpered. “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha” she panted frantically. She couldn’t get enough air.

 

"...Just like one of your dildos, honey ... real easy, sugar," Grandpa Jack whispered, pushing his hips forward a little. He watched the little girl's pussy lips bulge obscenely around his cock as it was sucked inside her.

 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!” Grandfather and granddaughter moaned almost in unison and they took time out to chuckle together. Both of them needed a little pause.

 

The little bit of humor worked to relax Stacey a little more. It made her more ready than she already was. Grandpa Jack's cock sank another two inches inside her. She could feel her vagina expanding, lengthening, making more room for her grandfather's spearing prick. It was thicker than her thickest dildo, but not much. She'd gotten that dildo because it was really fat.

 

It'd taken many nights of hiding under the covers and working the thing in just a tiny bit deeper than the previous attempt before she could get it all in. In this moment, she knew all the secretive hiding in her room, all the little hurts when she shoved it in too abruptly, and all the time spent carefully worming it inside her tender vagina were absolutely worth it.

 

With a few more moments work, Grandpa Jack bottomed out in the young girl's vagina and he pulled back slightly. "Put your hand right here," he whispered to the young girl, wrapping the fingers of her right hand around his shaft right to mark the limit he could plunge inside Stacey's immature cunt. "If I go too deep, it'll hurt, sugar," he said. "Just like if you pushed one of your dildos in too deep, right?" He was certain she'd done that at least once.

 

"Doesn't feel like my dildos...," Stacey murmured dreamily.

 

"Is that a good thing?" Grandpa Jack asked teasingly.

 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Stacey purred lazily. She was completely relaxed now, trusting her grandfather to teach her all the things she'd been wanting to learn for so long.

 

Grandpa Jack started slow, accustoming himself to the distance his hips should move to thrust his penis just exactly the right depth inside young Stacey. When he found his stride, and the entrance to her cunt stretched just a tiny bit more, he increased the tempo, and even drove a little deeper. Stacey’s immature cervix had pulled back a trifle, allowing more of Grandpa Jack’s penis inside her cunt.

 

The incestuous couple adjusted their bodies, accommodating the movements of each other and finding out new things about the other's needs every second. Stacey wrapped her legs around her grandfather's waist. This way she had better leverage to pull her cunt upward to meet his downward plunge when she judged Grandpa was being too cautious. Her fist wrapped around his cock kept him from bruising or ripping anything inside, but gradually it really became unnecessary.

 

Grandpa Jack had fucked a number of young girls now, and determining just the right depth to thrust in was pretty much automatic ... though different for each girl. Gradually, the tempo of their taboo coupling quickened. Stacey was bucking hard under Grandpa Jack’s body, throwing her cunt up to meet Grandpa Jack’s plunging down thrusts.

 

“Gaaahh-gaahh-gaahhh-gaahhh-gaahh....” Stacey panted. “Gggggghhhhhhh!!!”

 

Grandpa Jack watched his cock slide down in the young girl’s swollen pussy lips, feeling every inch of his glans and shaft as they sank deeper into the wet, churning cauldron of the twelve-year-old’s vagina. He marveled at how much the young girl could take of him.

 

Stacey was watching too. She was fascinated by the way her outer labia bulged outward when her grandfather rammed his rod deep inside her, paused for a second and then rotated his body around in little circles to stir his cock around in her vagina.

 

She could feel every inch of Grandpa Jack’s cock. It was so deep inside her; her vagina was wonderfully full of a man’s cock for the very first time and she loved it—loved just the idea of a full cunt was exciting! She giggled happily. Stacey was in seventh heaven, loving every move Grandpa Jack made, and learning to move her body—to clinch and release, little muscles she hadn’t know she had, so he would love what she did.

 

The sensations the incestuous pair felt were pushing both of them up an ever-tightening spiral. It couldn't last very long. They'd used their mouths to drive each other almost crazy before the fuck had begun.

 

Abruptly, Stacey felt a familiar, fiery, stir flooding her lower belly, but it was a lot more consuming this time. It was hotter, and bigger. It made her vagina muscles flutter stronger than they’d ever done before. The pleasure in Stacey’s body ratcheted higher.

 

The young girl gasped aloud. Her hands clutched at Grandpa Jack's shoulders, her right hand abandoned its job holding Grandpa’s cock so he wouldn’t drive too deep ... it wasn't necessary now. Grandpa Jack was sawing in and out in quick, short strokes now. He just wasn’t able to control enough of his lower body to even attempt longer, slower ones.

 

"Grandpa! GRANDPAAAA!!" Stacey wailed. "GRANDPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

 

Her legs hammered at his buttocks for a moment, then locked into place and tightened. She strained, writhing as she tried to pull his cock deeper with her heels.

 

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she groaned.

 

Her little face was a mask—a harsh frown of concentration as young Stacey’s body struggled and squirmed beneath her grandfather. Her hips wriggled, undulated from side to side, then she pounded them up and down almost violently.

 

GRANNNNNNNNNNN ... PAAAAAAA!!” she howled. “GRANNNNNNNNNNN-PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

 

Stacey rocked her groin up and down—around and back and forth, trying to find just that one bit of extra energy, that one bit of fleshy contact that would put her over the top....

 

Then she froze, her back arched high—unable to lower her buttocks back down to the bed. Her head was thrown back. She strained harder ... she was straining ... straining ... until there was no strength in her body.

 

“Annnnnnnggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Stacey sighed softly.

 

She fell back to the surface of her bed like a puppet with the strings cut. She lay there, spent and exhausted ... but very, very happy.

 

Grandpa Jack had been waiting. He’d determined before hand he was not going to finish before his young granddaughter got her first adult orgasm. Then he felt Stacey's cunt rippling all around his cock, clamping down and then releasing it again in a wild rhythm she couldn't begin to control. His own orgasm broke through all his resolve to last even a little bit longer.

 

Grandpa Jack jammed his cock deep in the young girl’s body. His balls tightened; they pumped hot sperm upward. The hot magma of his cum rose fast. It was inexorable; there was no fighting it; no way to delay....

 

Grandpa Jack’s hips jerked forward and he mashed his groin to Stacey’s.

 

“Onnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!” he groaned. “Stacey ... Stacey!!” he called urgently. “Baaaabeeeeee!!”

 

Then Grandpa Jack sprayed the inside of the little girl's cunt with milky white, sperm-filled cream, his hips jerking as she milked the cum right out of him. He bucked, bottomed out in the twelve-year-old’s vagina again and held himself immobile for just a moment. He withdrew, then stroked strongly back in, corkscrewing his cock around in a tiny, almost desperate circle ... then shot the last of his jism inside his little granddaughter.

 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” he roared. “OOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!

 

Breathing hard, his arm muscles almost pushed to exhaustion, Grandpa Jack collapsed beside his granddaughter, nearly rolling off the side of the bed. He caught himself at the last moment and settled down beside Stacey.

 

They rested for a while, both of them thoroughly worn out, but contentedly so.

 

"Was that good, Grandpa?" Stacey asked at length. She’d rolled up on her right side and pillowed her head on Grandpa Jack’s left shoulder. She threw her left leg up and over Grandpa Jack’s midsection, hunching a little to press her pussy against his thigh muscle.

 

"Absolutely perfect!" Grandpa Jack answered her question. “Just ... perfect, honey,” he added.

 

Stacey cuddled tightly against her grandfather, pillowing her head on his shoulder and throwing her left leg over his thigh.

 

"Me too," she sighed.

 

She waited a minute. “Does it always feel that good, Grandpa?” she asked. “Or does it just feel like ... nothing ... after doin’ it so many times it’s no fun anymore?”

 

Grandpa Jack chuckled tranquilly. “Honey, I’ve been ‘doin’ it’ for a long time now and it’s never just a ‘nothing’ thing to do.” He chuckled again. “Actually, sugar,” he remarked, “I’m pretty sure there ain’t no such thing as bad sex at all....”

 

♀♂♀♂♀♂

 

Joanne and Julie, mother and daughter, cuddled together on the damp sheets, alone for the moment. Grady and Curtis had departed for the continuing party beginning to get into high gear downstairs.

 

"So ... are you over this ‘what the hell just happened?’ place, honey? You're okay with our family having sex with each other?" Joanne asked softly, tweaking her daughter's still erect, still sensitive, left nipple between a gentle thumb and forefinger.

 

"Oh ... I think so...," Julie replied in a satisfied, still lust-filled voice. "I get to have sex with my brother, my uncle, Grandpa, you, and my dad too ... and my cousins, right?" she asked. "Is that everybody—did I leave anyone out?"

 

"Sisters, aunts—them too...," Joanne added.

 

"Right, sisters and aunts too ... and lots and lots of special friends when we go visit Grandpa Jack...," Julie said lazily. "Oh yeah ... I'm so down for this!" she said, a happiness in her voice her mother hadn't heard in a long while.

 

"...Adjusting pretty darn well, young lady!" Joanne commented approvingly.

 

Julie thought about it. Her right hand slipped over her mother's hipbone, stroked down the inside the hollow, and beyond. Her fingers touched her mother's prominent pubic mound and slipped into her mom's slit. Rewarded with a sudden hiss, Julie grinned at the ceiling.

 

"Wasn't so much a shock, really...," she explained to her mother. "It was more like a relief, like it was the end to a really bad dream," she said after contemplating her own, very willing acceptance of her brother's cock in her cunt and her father’s cock in her mouth. It had been wayyyyyyy easy. She grinned.

 

“I don’t have to go out with any gross boys anymore ... just hoping they’ll know how to do me, huh?” Julie asked. “Not any more....” She giggled. “Dad and Curtis and Grandpa, and Uncle Brett’ll be here, an’ if they aren’t, me an’ you or Stacey or ... whoever ... can get it on, right?”

 

“Absolutely—you got it!” Joanne answered.

 

Julie’s expression clouded up a little. She knew Grandpa Jack’s ‘bus’ was going to be leaving someday, but she hadn’t thought everything through.

 

“Why don’t we go home with them and move in with Grandpa and Uncle Brett an’ everyone?” Julie asked brightly.

 

“Ahhhhhh, that’d really be great, wouldn’t it?” Joanne returned. She hadn’t thought everything through either when she’d first had sex with her Dad. She was just getting used to having her father’s cock deep in her cunt, among other things, and she was going to miss having him fuck her whenever she wanted.

 

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, sugar,” Joanne said softly. “I guess we’re just going to have to wait and see what happens.”

 

Joanne pursed her lips in thought. Her daughter had brought up something important. Their lives were no longer oriented toward white picket fences, school and homework, PTA meetings, football and soccer practices—not anymore, they weren’t. Hot, unrestrained sex within the family was the new focus ... and no one was even thinking of going back to the old life.

 

The knocking on the doorframe made mother and daughter look at the open doorway.

 

“Hi, Daddy,” Joanne grinned. Her youngest daughter was standing there too, hand-in-hand with her grandfather. “Hi, honey!” Joanne said to Stacey. “...You and your Grandpa have a good time?”

 

Stacey nodded contentedly. “Grandpa put his thingie ... his cock ... in me and made me cum all over myself, Mommy,” she reported with a sassy grin. “And then he let me suck him off; that’s how I got all this cum in my hair,” she added.

 

“She wanted to see my cum spurting out of my cock,” Grandpa Jack amplified. “She was looking close and … maybe she forgot she was pointing me at her face....”

 

“...Didn’t think that one all the way through,” Stacey remarked sagely. “I got most of it all off my face, but some got in my hair....”

 

“Well ... next time, you just come to your ol’ Mom and I’ll lick it all off your face and hair for you, sugar. I like to taste Grandpa’s cum, okay?” Joanne grinned nastily.

 

Stacey grinned back. “Okay, but this time it’s all cold and dried up, so I’ll wash it off, Mom. Next time....”

 

“It’s a date!” Joanne promised.

 

“You sure are looking fine, Julie,” Grandpa Jack commented, eying his big-breasted granddaughter laying spraddle-legged on the bed with her mother. “You having a good time?”

 

“Yep!” Julie returned shortly with a toothy smile. “You going to fuck me sometime, Grandpa?” she asked.

 

“Absolutely!” Grandpa Jack replied. “…And soon!!” he grinned.

 

Julie wantonly spread her creamy smooth thighs as wide as she could. Without saying a word, she dipped two fingers inside her slick pussy lips and put them in her mouth. She sucked them dry and beamed lewdly at her grandfather. “I want you to, Grandpa!” she declared.

 

“Well...,” Grandpa Jack said, “...me an’ Stacey are going to go take a shower and then take our hot little selves down to the party. See y’all there,” he added. The naked duo trotted on down the hall, disappearing from Julie and Joanne’s view.

 

Joanne roused herself. "And that applies to us too, honey. Let's get up and get moving. The party is downstairs and everyone is waiting, sweetie," she said, smiling, "and we both need a shower and a good douching," she added. She paused.

 

"You've never had an enema, right honey?" she asked her oldest daughter.

 

"I don't think so—oh, heck, no! I know I haven't,” Julie replied. “I'd know if I had, wouldn't I?" Julie responded, walking on her tiptoes down the hallway. She wasn't used to being naked here in the hall. On the other hand, she was pretty sure clothing was going to be pretty much optional in the Hamilton home from now on, thought. Just a tiny period of adjustment was all it was going to take.

 

"Well, there's this tube with a nozzle, you see," Joanne remarked, and you stick it up your butt and squeeze warm, soapy water from a rubber bag run up inside your asshole....”

 

"What?" Julie blurted.

 

"Honey, sooner or later some of those perverts we're hanging around with these days are gonna wanta butt-fuck you, and it's best to know how to be clean in advance."

 

Joanne took a couple more steps. She giggled like a schoolgirl.

 

"We’re soooo one nasty, perverted, family, huh Mom?" She giggled again. "And it's all so danged much fun."

 

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After they took a warm shower, full of giggles and another happy fuck under the spray of hot water, Grandpa Jack carried a nude Stacey in his arms in through the basement like he was delivering a new bride. "Say hello to the best-prepared-for-a-fuck-young-virgin ... EVER!!" he called out. Stacey simpered, beaming a hot smile to everyone there.

 

Everyone cheered. The noise was okay. The windows were covered with blackout curtains and sound didn't carry outside the solid foundations of the Hamilton’s basement playroom.

 

Even though it was well after midnight, the party was still going strong. When she gained a little confidence, Grandpa Jack deposited Stacey on her bare feet on the carpet. She took her time looking around the room, standing beside her grandfather with her hands on her naked, immature hips.

 

Julie and Joanne had beaten her and Grandpa downstairs of course. Stacey and Grandpa had been delayed by the need for Grandpa to show Stacey how awesome fucking doggy style in the shower was. Stacey’s Mom was on all fours over there with Uncle Brett fucking her enthusiastically from behind. He was grinning maniacally at the wall, though he clearly wasn’t seeing the wall or anything else.

 

Stacey’s father and her sister, Julie, were on their knees too. Dad was behind his oldest daughter and he was fucking—Stacey had to move to one side to see better—Daddy was fucking Julie up the ass! Evidently Julie liked it 'cause she was throwing her head all around and squinting her eyes shut tight. Julie’s face looked like she was layin' an egg or something ... and she was squealing all the while like a stuck pig.

 

Stacey grinned. Grandpa Jack had told her a few things in the shower so she knew she’d be taking someone’s dick up her butt sooner or later. Stacey saw her brother had his penis deep in Aunt Candy—she was getting it in the ass too. Evidently butt-fuckin' was on the agenda tonight ... along with lots of other stuff going on too. Aunt Candy was also eatin' Carrie or Alicia's pussy, whichever one it was, making the girl wail and thrash about like she was coming apart.

 

The other twin walked up to Stacey and wrapped her arms around her cousin in a more than warm embrace. "I'm soooo glad you're going to party with us," she told Stacey. She bent to kiss the nipple on each of Stacey's proud buds. "Those are very pretty!"

 

"Thank you," Stacey said automatically. "Okay ... which one are you?" Stacey asked point blank.

 

"Oh ... I'm Carrie," the naked sprite confided. "You know how many people can tell us apart?" she asked Stacey. She didn't wait for an answer. She pointed her forefinger at Grandpa Jack and giggled. “Just Grandpa can tell us apart every single time! Mom can usually do it ... and daddy sometimes ... but that's all."

 

"Cool ... and what is that?" Stacey inquired, pointing down past Carrie’s bellybutton.

 

"A strap-on harness," Carrie explained airily. "It's so one girl can fuck another one when all the guys at the party are busy, or too tired ... or if there aren’t any boys around," she added. "It has a little spring gadget attached to a little dildo on the inside…”—she pulled the harness away from her groin to show Stacey what she meant—“…so ... like, every time you push the big dildo inside a girl, it pushes this little dildo up inside you. It's so much fun."

 

"Ummmmm ... okay...," Stacey replied doubtfully.

 

"So ... wanta fuck?" Carrie asked brightly.

 

Stacey's sensibilities were jarred by the forthright invitation. She was still new to all this.

 

The twelve-year-old took a minute before she answered, looking around at all the sex going on in the basement family room. Everything she saw made a little tingle begin again inside her pussy. She’d thought what her grandpa had done to her upstairs a little while ago had satisfied all her carnal urges ... but apparently not….

 

"Sure!" she said to Carrie. Why the heck not?

 

"Cool!" Carrie exclaimed. "Hey, is it all right if Grandpa Jack fucks me while I do you with this?" She slapped at the strap-on's plastic dildo dancing in the air.

 

"Uh, sure," Stacey replied. Grandpa Jack had already fucked her upstairs, and she already knew mixing and matching partners was the name of the game for this kind of party.

 

"Ummmm ... good!" Carrie remarked. "Everybody but me is gettin’, or has gotten, a pretty good butt-fucking, but I didn't get my turn yet," she said.

 

She looked at Stacey speculatively. "You want me to fuck your ass with this cute fella, or...?"

 

"No, just my pussy," Stacey forced out faintly.

 

"You sure?" Carrie demanded, producing a big tube of KY from where it had been tucked behind the harness belt. "It takes a while to figure out how to like a butt-fuckin' but once you do, it's really cool!"

 

"Uh ... no," Stacey said. "I think I want my daddy to ... butt-fuck me the first time," she said.

 

"Okay ... that’s a pretty good choice," Carrie said warmly. "He did my sister a while ago and she wanted to do it all over again with him right after." She looked around.

 

"How about right over there? All fours okay with you ... it is with me. I love to get fucked doggy style ... and Grandpa Jack does it better'n anybody, believe me....”

 

Stacey nodded, and soon they had themselves arranged. In another minute, Stacey was on her hands and knees while Carrie's strap-on cock slid in and out of Stacey's well-opened pussy. Grandpa Jack, his cock all lubed up and hard as a statue, was ramming his cock deeper into Carrie's butt with every stroke.

 

And then the conversations all died away except for whispered entreaties, muffled demands, and wordless squeals and roars. When no one was voicing any desires, the wet sounds of flesh slapping other flesh or sliding in and out of pussies or assholes continued.

 

The party continued through the rest of the night and even beyond a sumptuous early breakfast. An hour after that, with the food in their bellies making them lethargic, the partiers all crashed. Everyone slept together on air mattresses on the basement floor, in the arms of whoever they coupled with last.

 

When the afternoon came, the party started all over again.

 

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End of PART 1 (of three parts), Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip

 

 

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Thank you for reading this long story (almost 51,000 words). I sincerely appreciate it.

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The Grandpa Jack And The Twins series:

 

Grandpa Jack And The Twins Hook Up

Grandpa Jack And The Twins Go Camping

Grandpa Jack And The Twins... And Mommies And Daddies

Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip (in three parts)

Grandpa Jack And The Twins, On Honeymoon (Forthcoming)