Grandpa Jack And The Twins ... And Mommies And Daddies

By Seamus

This is the third in a series of erotic novels (as opposed to short stories) featuring Grandpa Jack Cartwright and his twin granddaughters. In Book I, "Grandpa Jack And The Twins Hook Up", the incestuous trio met the Pearson family in a restaurant and the two families engaged in torrid sex within their own family. In Book II, "Grandpa Jack And The Twins Go Camping", the Pearson family meet Grandpa Jack and his wanton granddaughters at a campground and the two families, plus some cousins of the Pearson kids, enjoyed a week of wicked debauchery in the open air.

But the Pearson children are the only ones whose parents are in on the licentious partying. Their cousins, for instance, don't understand why they can't love their parents the way the Pearson children can—and there are two other children who are wondering the same thing....

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This is… well, call it Version 1.3 of Grandpa Jack And The Twins ... And Mommies And Daddies. 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. This book picks up where Book II left off.

This is a very long installment in the "Grandpa Jack" series, almost 59,000 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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Book III of Grandpa Jack And The Twins' Adventures

- Grandpa Jack And The Twins ... And Mommies And Daddies

CHAPTER ONE

"...Yeah, Grandpa Jack," came a soft, girlish voice Grandpa Jack knew very well.

"What about our Mommy and Daddy?" Alicia and Carrie asked mournfully, in unison this time.

The question hung in the night air at the campsite where so much bawdy fun had been had over the past week. Grandpa Jack had no answer for his granddaughters. He should've known it would come some day, but he'd let himself pretend it never would.

He looked around the suddenly quiet circle of naked kids and three adults. "I ... well ... how do we know everybody's parents are going to like this thing we're doing? How do we know that? It's not like we can just go up and ask 'em if they'd like to have sex with their darling children, can we? It's a lot more complicated than that.

"Think about it ... if they find out just you kids are involved in sex with each other, how do you know they won't go ape-shit crazy, huh? That's why you've been keeping it a secret from them, right?

"And you need to know this—if one of your moms or dads even thinks one of us grownups is doing nasty things with you guys—and if they get pissed about it—the adults go to jail ... forever...," Grandpa Jack said somberly.

"None of us are gonna tell the cops!" fifteen-year-old Brenda Rogers said disgustedly. "—Not gonna happen!" There was a low rumble as the other children backed up what Brenda had said.

"I know that. None of you would do it on purpose," Grandpa Jack replied. He was quiet for a minute. He was warming to the idea of adding more adults to the party ... and the kids had a point. It wasn't fair to have one set of parents involved and not the others.

"So ... if you kids want to include your parents ... how do we go about it?" Grandpa Jack asked.

"Safely—carefully!!" Sandy Pearson interjected emphatically. "I don't want my Daddy going to jail, and I don't want to go there either, just because we’re tryin’ to get anyone's Mom and Dad to come over to the side of happiness and fun through family fucking, Brenda."

"I second that motion!" Grandpa Jack chipped in vigorously. Clearly not getting stuck behind bars was very important to him. There was a subdued chuckle from the group that started with Sandy’s ending comment, and continued more strongly when Grandpa Jack agreed so stridently.

There was a disturbance in the shadows, a scrap of metal against dirt, and movement that caught Grandpa Jack's attention. Greg Pearson was fidgeting in his chair. He scooted his butt back in his chair twice, sat up tall … then slumped back down.

"Is there something you’d like to share with us, Greg?" Grandpa Jack asked pointedly.

Greg took in a deep breath, then let it all back out. "Well, heck ... uhhhh, I don't know how to say this, but you might not have as much trouble with my sister as you’d think," he said tentatively.

His wife looked at Greg askance for a bit, then popped her hand up to her mouth. "Oh my God," she said. "I forgot all about that!" She chortled. "Go 'head, honey. Tell 'em."

"Tell us what?" Brenda Rogers asked. She was confused at the seeming change of subject. "What about my Mom?"

Greg coughed and cleared his throat, shifting around, trying to find a comfortable spot in his camp chair. It didn't fool anyone. He was just stalling.

"Uncle Greg!" Darlene said firmly. "WHAT?"

"Well," Greg said hesitantly, "you see ... when your mom and I were young ... like y'all are now...." He was still delaying.

"UNCLE GREG!!!" Brenda yelled, not in the mood for more dissembling.

Her Uncle Greg gave up. "Okay! Geeeeeeeze, give me a break will ya? I'm new at this!" He took another deep breath.

"We, my sister and I, used to fool around a little ... kinda like you guys are doing," Greg said warily, not at all sure how his nephews and nieces were going to take this bit of news. There was a short silence.

"A little? What does that mean? Fool around? With our Mom? You mean you were having sex with her?” Twelve-year-old Darlene, asked wonderingly. She stared intently at her mother’s brother for a long moment.

“You do mean that, don’t you? Oh wow!” she breathed, absorbing her uncle’s confession, if that was what it was. “Very cool!” she said a couple of seconds later. “Are you still doing it?" She asked interestedly.

"No!" Greg said emphatically. "No! Not anymore. We quit when I went off to college ... but ... uh ... before that we were ... you know ... doing ... uhhhhh … it," he added.

"How much?" Darlene demanded. A new idea struck her. "An’ what all did you do with her?"

Greg tried to brush that off, shrugging his shoulders in reply.

"Dang it, Uncle Greg!!" Darlene was not letting it go.

"We fucked every darn day!" Greg snapped, exasperated. "And even more when our Mom an’ Dad weren’t around!"

There was a murmur all around the circle of kids. Greg had just learned there were no secrets that needed to be kept from kids you were fucking ... and no recriminations from them either.

Darlene was impressed. "Very cool, Uncle Greg," she said.

Greg was moderately surprised at the admiring tone of her voice.

Darlene looked around at her siblings. "Be nice if we could do it every day, huh?" she suggested.

Greg wilted. It occurred to him that instead of a solution, he'd complicated the issue by raising expectations. The silence was profound, but not a particularly hostile.

"But you don't do anything with Mom nowadays, huh?" eleven-year-old Todd Rogers asked thoughtfully.

Greg nodded, agreeing with the question. "Yeah ... I mean ... no, we don't ... uh ... you're right," he said by way of clarification.

"But, Uncle Greg," Todd insisted, "Why not? She sure puts her hands all over you and kisses you like you are messin' around! Why aren’t you still ... having sex with her?" He sounded mystified. "If Mom kissed me and stuck her tongue down my throat like she does you, I think I'd be doing her every night!" he added. “Tryin’ to, anyway,” he added.

His eyes lost focus as he stared into the fire. He had to adjust his cross-legged position when his young dick began to rise precipitously. An image of him atop his own mother and his prick sliding in and out of her slick pussy had blossomed suddenly in his mind.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...," Grandpa Jack interrupted, taking the conversation back. "So ... well ... is that the opening we need so we can get the Rogers’ parents together with us, playing happy games out here?” he asked rhetorically.

“Whaddya think, Greg, old boy?” He grinned at the still mildly uncomfortable head of the Pearson family. “Maybe your sister hasn't forgotten how really good it felt to have her brother’s dick shoved way up inside her when Mommy and Daddy weren’t around, eh? Is she considering a return engagement, you think?” Grandpa Jack chuckled happily at the prospect of adding more folks to the incestuous group around him.

The silence was broken only by the snapping of coals from the burning logs in the fire pit.

"Well...." Sandy spoke slowly, considering her words before she spoke them.

"We can certainly find out easy enough,” she said thoughtfully. She looked at her husband, then at Grandpa Jack.

“There’s nothing tricky about the first move he can make to find out. Heck, all he has to do is just kiss her back one time and see what her reaction is.” She paused to think. “What I mean is ... if she's just doing it for some kind of weird fun—if she gets all bent oughta shape when he kisses her back, all Greg has to do is say he was calling her bluff—no harm, no foul. That’d be the end of it—that's if she’s just bein’ a little cock teaser," Sandy concluded.

"And if she tries to rape me right there in the doorway…?" Greg asked, almost plaintively.

"Then you're going to get laid, Uncle Greg and we’ll have Mom on our side ... that’s what’s up, Uncle Greg," Ryan Rogers said cheerfully … maybe a little bit sarcastically. "Geeeeeeeze, Uncle Greg ... you don’t want to have sex with Mom? How come? She isn’t hot enough any more?" Ryan thought for a second. “You sayin’ Mom likes to get fucked in the doorway?” he asked interestedly.

"Ah… I don't know—I mean yes, I think she's hot," Greg protested. "...But I don’t know where she likes to...." He suddenly realized he did know where his sister liked to have sex—or at least where she had liked to get it. “Uhhhhh, well ... she did used to like getting bent over the kitchen sink and me takin’ her from behind while she looked out the window....” He looked all around the circle.

“...Don’t know if she still likes it that way....” Greg took a moment to think things through. He'd been fucking his daughters and other girls all weekend long; most of the girls had brothers who fucked them several times out here too ... and who knows how many times the girls had done it in the privacy of their own homes before coming out here.

Also ... he and Amy, his sister, had truly had a ball fucking each other when they were kids. So, why not again, as adults? He shrugged in the dimness of the campsite's flickering fire. "I will find out where her mind is on the subject of brothers fucking sisters," Greg promised, smiling for the first time.

Grandpa Jack raised his hand for attention. "It could just be something she does automatically, you know? Just a way to make Greg's face get red so she could giggle at the expression on his face ... or something like that. Sisters have been embarrassing brothers one way or another since ... forever, ya know."

"Yeah, that's true," Greg replied. "But...." He looked around the circle of hopeful, naked kids and the few adults. "I ... don’t think so," he added slowly. "I don't think she's bluffing at all."

There was a pause while everyone considered what Greg had divulged. They all sucked in a deep breath.

"Okay ... so the first step is to find out how she feels these days," Sandy said, "...and if she doesn't flatten Greg with a left hook, maybe we can build on her feelings—encourage her, sorta?

"We could arrange some things to move the issue along. You know … like … maybe one of the boys, Ryan or Todd, sees Greg and her doing something ... and Greg helps him join in? And ... and ... and then what then? I'm brainstormin' here people. Gimme a little help." Sandy remarked.

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"How about Stan?" Sandy asked a little later when the talk began to die down. Stan was Greg's brother-in-law, Amy's husband.

Sandy’s daughter, Natasha snorted. "Uncle Stan,” she said delicately, “is a 'dirty old man' and he doesn't mind ... well, he doesn't mind me knowing it at least!"

"He really, REALLY likes looking at me in tight shorts, loose tops or when I'm in a 'itty, bitty' bikini," Natasha said easily. "I'm pretty sure can get him to join the crowd with no prob at all," she said confidently.

"Really?" Brenda asked dubiously. "My Dad does that? I haven’t ever seen him do it."

"Oh yeah! And, dear, sexy Cuz … he looks at you too," Shawn remarked. "I've seen him watching you and Natasha an’ your sisters … an’ any other girl around.” He chuckled. “And he doesn't even hide what he’s doin’ when he’s hangin’ with us guys … 'cause he knew we're pervin’ on you girls too.”

"You know what?” Shawn contemplated. “I bet Natasha can pretend to give in an’ let him do her any time she wants him to," Shawn commented with a broad grin. "Poor ol’ Uncle Stan won't know what hit him!" Shawn laughed.

"So ... Dad," Shawn began, returning to an earlier topic. "You and Aunt Amy, huh? I'll bet she was a really hot fuck back then, huh?" He shot a sly glance to his left.

"Hey!" Ryan said indignantly. "My Mom—" He broke off abruptly.

"Is just about as hot as my Mom—who you got to fuck already? Right, Mr. Ryan Alexander Pearson? Is that what you were goin' to say?" Shawn asked heatedly.

Shawn had been ready for just this particular objection from his cousin. "And she might be just as good as MY Mom at fucking thirteen-year-old boys ... such as … oh, me, maybe?" he added, laying the challenge out for his cousin to either pick up ... or not.

Ryan thought for a moment and swallowed hard. "Prob'ly...," Ryan said cautiously, very much aware just how deep his foot was inserted in his mouth.

A couple of second thoughts, together with Shawn's ribald questions pushed the indignation out of his mind. There was a tinge of building excitement. "Ya think maybe we could both...."

"Whoa, horsy! Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves here," Grandpa Jack remarked, intervening in the cousins' chat. "Plenty of time to get into that later."

The kids thought he was making a joke. Appreciative chuckles and titters said it was a good one.

"No, I meant ... ah, heck, never mind," Grandpa Jack said. He thought about the things the kids had said, and what Greg had revealed. "Well, maybe that's one set of parents we can make plans for and see where it goes," he observed. "One down, two to go," he added.

Sandy Pearson giggled. "Maybe not so difficult with Alicia and Carrie's Mom, at least, either," she said coyly.

"Really?" Alicia and Carrie chorused. They leaned forward, staring at Sandy intently.

"What do you mean?" Grandpa Jack asked cautiously. He wasn't as sure as his 'adopted' daughter that Candace could ever be convinced to let down her hair this far.

"Darling 'Daddy'… in the restaurant ... when you first walked in, your daughter started building fences around you about half a second after she saw me looking at you," Sandy said earnestly. She giggled.

"Oh, nooooo, I don't think so. Ahhhh ... hmmmm ... I see ... well ... she was—"

"Baby, she was marking out her territory and makin' damn sure I knew where the boundary was," Sandy said pertly. She giggled at the memory.

"Daddy, dear ... think about it. Remember how y'all were walking in? She was in front of you ... and then she was all of a sudden walking right beside you ... between me and you ... and the little minx showed you enough cleavage to keep your eyes exactly where she wanted them, didn't she ... didn't she?"

Sandy grinned broadly, cocking her head to the side and daring Grandpa Jack to contradict her. "And then, she strutted like a cheap whore on a Saturday night right on up the aisle, making sure you noticed her hips and behind just a’ churnin’ an’ churnin’ around… like a cement mixer workin' hard, now didn't she, Daddy-dear?" she asked sweetly.

Grandpa Jack searched his memory. "Well, yeah ... kinda," he admitted at length. "But—"

Sandy stuck out her tongue and made a rude noise. "Kinda nothing!" she said forcefully.

"When she got you got to the table and put you in the seat she wanted you in, then she bent over right in front of you and showed you more tit ... and that cute little wiggle in her behind when she walked anywhere for the rest of the time she was there ... whew—eeeeeeeeeee!" She laughed. "Nice legs too, huh, Grandpa Jack? Does she always wear spike heels bringing her kids to see you?"

Sandy giggled at the look on Grandpa Jack's face.

“I don’t think Grandpa Jack’s sexy daughter will have much of a problem havin’ her big hunk of a Daddy do nasty things to her,” she said firmly. “But I don’t think she knows that yet; she doesn't have a clue just how much she wants her Daddy,” Sandy added.

She giggled. “We’ll just have to help her realize what she really wants … what she can’t even admit to herself!” A contented expression crossed her face. She giggled again. “If Daddy’s wittle girl wants Daddy’s big ol’ cock in her wittle pussy, we’ll just have to help her get it, won’t we?”

Grandpa Jack shifted uncomfortably. For a professional girl watcher, he had to admit he'd dropped the ball that day, and maybe lots of other days too—he’d have to sort out a lot of memories stored behind closed doors. Clearly, he'd missed his daughter's possessiveness—and what it might mean.

"How 'bout this for a plan for Daddy's 'other' daughter?" Sandy said at length. Her voice was low and serious. "How 'bout we find a way to get everyone together with her and her husband ... and all the kids ... and maybe little Missy Sandra—that's me—starts calling big ol' Grandpa Jack 'Daddy' every time she turns around ... and maybe ... what's her name, anyway?"

"Candace," Grandpa Jack answered.

"Candace?" Sandy's face blanked. An expression of delight spread over her features. "You mean to tell me your daughter is named Candy??" Sandy guffawed. “Was that somebody’s Freudian slip, or what!”

"No, it's 'Candace' ... not 'Candy' ... not ever!" Grandpa Jack corrected quickly. "She doesn't like that name...."

"Daddy, dear," Sandy purred. "We get her in bed with you and I'll bet you can call her 'Cum Slut Sugar Pussy Fuck Baby’ if you want to." She paused. "Mmmmm ... Candy is a cool name," she observed. "…A little corny, but when you think about it, it makes ya think of ... hot stuff. "Was it your idea to name her that?"

Grandpa Jack shook his head vehemently. For once, he had nothing to say. His mouth was suddenly dry—to the point he was forced to swallow a big gulp of Pepsi. Then he shrugged helplessly. "I don't have a clue this many years after," Grandpa Jack protested.

"Ohhhhh-kayyyyyy ... well, we can table that for now," Sandy continued, not entirely sure Grandpa Jack was being forthright.

She grinned. "Anyway, I think when the lovely and sexy Candy-girl sees a rival calling her father 'Daddy' she's going to have a big-time hissy fit!" Sandy thought for a second.

"But she can't let her feelings show, just right off the bat ... that wouldn't be proper ... oh, no ... never. Couldn't have that, could she…?" Sandy's eyes lost their focus while she thought.

"So … Daddy's little Candy girl is going to be on a mission to break up Daddy and Sandy tout suite but she’ll try to do it without admitting to herself or anyone else why she’s doing it. Hmmmm.... But when that doesn’t work; when I don’t back off—what then?"

She thought for a moment. Her audience waited more-or-less patiently.

Greg coughed. "Okay ... how about this?" he offered. "Maybe Miss Candy ... ahhhh ... I got it! How 'bout she catches you and Grandpa Jack doing the big nasty some day, huh?

"She'll know you're winning the contest then, Sandy. Won't she just be boilin' over inside? She’ll be thinkin’ her Daddy is paying Sandy waaaaay more attention than he is to Candy ... and she won't be able to stand that, will she?”

Sandy’s eyes unfocused. “I think so. I mean—if she was showing her Daddy her tits and wiggling her ass for him, just 'cause she saw another adult woman in the room lookin’ at him, what is she going to do if she thinks that woman has an inside track to Daddy’s cock? Hah! I bet she 'seduces' you, Grandpa Jack, before you can whistle Dixie...."

"Well, what about us? What about our parents?" Elaine Campbell asked after a short silence.

"Oh ... I don't know… yet!" Sandy said cheerfully, all out of ideas for the moment. "We'll get there though."

"I don't know what to do about my dear hunk of a big brother,” Sandy mused, “but we'll think of something. Heck, I may seduce the big lunk myself," she added a moment later. "Hey! We already got something for all or at least one person in two sets of parents, right? And we only been working on it for a few minutes, right?" she declared.

"Okay," Elaine mumbled.

She wasn’t totally content, but knowing the adults were working on the dilemma was a good start. She felt around in her brother Jeff's lap and found his flaccid penis. She leaned over and took him in her mouth.

CHAPTER TWO

"Gregggg, honey!!" cooed the tall blonde. “Mmmmmmm, you’re lookin’ great, baby,” she whispered in his ear. She looked over his shoulder and then threw a quick glance over her own. She didn't see any kids, which was a good thing. Kids carry tales. Cuddling closer, taking another half-step to plaster the front of her body against her brother's, she wrapped her arms around his neck. As she usually did, she then planted a hot, promising kiss on her brother's lips.

To her surprise, Greg didn't back away as he usually did, stumbling and flushing a brilliant shade of crimson. This time he didn’t even blink. Instead, he slid his arms around his sister’s waist and pulled her closer ... and kissed back. For the first time since Greg was a college-bound young man, Amy Rogers felt her brother's tongue flick against hers, seeking it out and deliberately twinning with it.

Startled by the passionate kiss, Amy froze, then arched backward to study her brother. She stared hard at Greg for a long moment, deep into his eyes. Then she relaxed again, letting her body melt into a steamy embrace with him. The momentary hard planes of her face eased. An eager smile curved her soft lips and she enthusiastically kissed him back. She tried to get Greg's leg between hers so she could grind her groin against his thigh. Greg's hands cupped her butt cheeks possessively.

“YES!!” Greg roared ... but only in his head. “Phase One complete, General, Sir,” he crowed silently, reporting first stage success to an imaginary Grandpa Jack.

It appeared his sister, Amy, had not been just teasing these past few years. Apparently, Amy was still hot as a firecracker and more than willing to prove it.

Greg pried his sister's body off his and pressed her backward with his hands on her hips. He looked her over, smiling happily. Little sister had only improved through the years. Maturity and bearing children had made her breasts bigger and rounded out her figure a little, but that was all.

Taller than average, with gorgeous legs, and blonde to the nth degree, Amy had big boobs that jutted proudly from her chest ... 'points all her own sittin' way up high', Greg thought, remembering the tune from the oldies station his mother used to listen to. He grinned. He'd liked that song, and what it was about.

Those boobies were awfully sensitive back when they were kids—he wondered if they still were. He cupped her right breast in his left hand and massaged it through Amy’s clothing. Her growl and a point of hardness under his palm told him her nipples were still easily excited.

"God Greg, where have you been all this time, honey? Don’t you know I need this?" Amy whispered breathlessly in her brother's ear when he bent his head back in for another breathtaking kiss. She ground her lower body against his, gasping at the sudden heat spouting up from her cunt. Brother and sister traded more kisses, letting their hands wander over each other’s bodies.

Amy moaned aloud. Dazed, she was the one who broke the kiss for once. She looked down the hallway again to see if the kids had come back to the front of the house, but she and Greg were still alone in the foyer. Eagerly, Amy smothered her brother with kisses. When Greg's hands cupped her buttocks and pulled her lower body into contact with his groin, her heart pounded harder. She crushed her breasts against his chest, desperately wanting to rip her clothes off and let her brother take her right here on the floor. But….

She pushed him back, her hands on his chest and fighting to catch her breath. "JESUS, Greg," she whispered. "No one turns me on that fast 'cept you ... but why the hell did you have to pick right now? All the kids are here and Stan'll be home in a minute or two...."

She molded her body back up against her brother's, and clung to him for a final lover’s kiss before breaking away. Trembling, she backed off and forced herself to turn around and retreat down the hallway. Looking back at him, she flashed a hot, wicked grin at him, promising they would resume this later.

"Way to go, Uncle Greg!" Brenda whispered as she sidled through the doorway. "Mom's hotter'n all get out," she added, giggling softly. She'd been sneaking peeks around the doorjamb and had watched every second of her mother's flustered reaction to Greg's sudden acceptance of his sister's advances.

Brenda squeezed by her uncle into the house, though not without a clandestine squeeze of his left butt-cheek as she passed, and continued on into the house. Brenda threw him a mischievous grin over her shoulder.

There was a naughty, exaggerated sway in her walk, just to remind her Uncle Greg what he would be getting on a regular basis if the plan he'd just put into operation succeeded.

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"I think I'll just go help Sis with the dishes," Greg remarked, rising from the couch and making his way out of the family room where his brother-in-law, Stan, was taking on all comers in the latest video game played on the new gigantic TV he'd just bought..

"Nah ... you don't need to do that," Stan protested, getting up from his easy chair. "You're a guest; I'll go," he added.

"Uncle Stan!" Natasha complained shrilly. "You PROMISED you'd play me next," she said, pouting prettily. Twelve-year-old Darlene almost laughed out loud and ten-year-old Georgia had a hard time keeping a straight face too. While Stan was in the restroom a few minutes ago, Uncle Greg warned everyone what he was going to try, and said for everyone to be cool and to pretend they didn't notice anything weird going on.

Stanley Rogers' reaction had been predictable, so Tasha had been designated to make the protest to give Stan an 'out' that would leave Uncle Greg and his hot-blooded sister alone in the kitchen. Natasha had a scoop-necked top on today—a deliberately deep scoop—and no bra. She was pretty sure the upper slopes of her young breasts were tantalizing enough to hold her uncle’s attention while her Dad went to up the ante with his sister.

But if that didn't work, there were lots of young girls’ bodies between him and the door to slow him down, and they were all wearing short shorts and tops that could be made to gap wide open for Uncle Stan's benefit. Worst case—if Uncle Stan insisted on pushing his way past all the obstacles—all the kids would begin talking loudly and Shawn would walk toward the kitchen. He’d be bawling at every step for 'Aunt Amy' at the top of his lungs. That was a signal for Greg to put discontinue whatever he was doing and on an 'innocent' act fast.

As Greg walked out, Sandy put a cautionary finger to her lips and flashed it all around. The kids were excited and she understood that, but if they didn't calm down, they'd give the game away. If there were too many unexplained giggles and too many high-fives, even quiet ones, Stanley Rogers was going to figure something was up. The whole point of the exercise was to keep him from getting suspicious in the first place.

Keeping him distracted with hot, young girls who were more than willing to let him see down gaping tops wasn't a bad plan; it seemed to be working nicely, as a matter of fact. Stan wasn’t doing nearly as well on the video games this afternoon as he usually did.

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In the kitchen, Greg walked quietly to where his sister was busy at the sink. Stepping up behind her, he reached around and cupped her big breasts, molding them with his hands and massaging them together. "My little sister is so damned sexy," he whispered in her ear.

Amy muttered something guttural and thoroughly unintelligible, leaned back into him, and put her hands behind her. She searched for his cock hidden in his pants and squeezed it when she found it.

"When did you get your bra off?" Greg said interestedly.

"About two minutes after you made me so damned horny in the front hallway," she answered breathlessly. She turned around in his arms and threw her arms around his neck. Her big tits squashed against his chest. "You always did like them," she added. "Still?"

"You know I do," Greg answered. His lips captured hers and he kissed her deep and long. When Amy came up for air, she caught Greg's wrists in her hands and pulled him across the kitchen.

The big, walk-in pantry was one of the things Amy had demanded when she and Stan built the two-story house. Drawing Greg inside the pantry door, she yanked it shut and locked it. The lock was nothing but a simple latch on the doorknob—it wouldn't stop a determined attack, but she didn’t expect anyone to try to the door.

Greg knew no one would. It was all arranged.

Amy had her blouse open in seconds, and her shorts were puddled around her ankles even quicker. Without waiting for an invitation, she began tugging at Greg's shirt while he unbuckled his pants. She stepped out of her shorts, and decided the top was going too. She didn’t even think about her next step. If she was getting naked, so was Greg. She pulled his knit shirt over his head and off in a single swift movement. The two were nude in less time than it takes to tell. They paused, drinking in the sight of each other's nakedness.

Amy saw a well-knit thirty-something man with brown hair and a regular, if not handsome face. He was six-feet tall or thereabouts, with well-toned muscles ... and a nice cock poking up from his groin. She remembered that cock very, very well.

"I've wanted to do this again for years and years," she groaned. "For soooooooo long, big brother," she added.

"Here we are...," Greg answered vaguely. He backed her up against the nearest wall and proceeded to maul her. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing, stroking and teasing, while his tongue dueled with hers.

"Now!" Amy whimpered. "I want you now ... quick!"

She backed up against the wall, pulling Greg with her with the hand grasping his burgeoning penis. Getting up on her tiptoes, she pooched her groin forward so he could shove his cock deep into her. Fucking in this position was going to strain her leg muscles, but they were firm from her daily jog. They would hold her up for as long as Greg wanted to fuck her.

Greg obliged his sister's unspoken demand. His penis found the sweet spot in her slit. It was a place he remembered so well. He slid inward, reset his feet and rammed deep into his little sister's cunt, nailing her to the wall with quick, powerful thrusts.

Amy's frantic mewling, punctuated by choked cries, accompanied their frenzied coupling. When she came, she buried her face into the hollow of Greg's neck and shrieked loudly. With the TV turned up high for the video game tournament, no one but Greg heard.

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The brother and sister had completely satiated expressions on their faces when they walked back into the family room, if anyone had been of a mind to notice. Stan was winning the video game very handily now—everyone was helping make sure he won, so he wouldn’t have an excuse to leave the room. Natasha was taking every excuse she could find to get up into her uncle's face and let him look down her top. When she plopped down on his lap and put a slender arm around his neck, he lost his concentration, and that affected his game, but he didn't appear to be unhappy about it. He was still winning ... on more than one level.

Amy’s face still glowed excitedly and she couldn’t keep her hands off her brother, stroking any part of his body she thought she could get away with. She looked exactly what she was—a well fucked young woman. Her children and all of the Pearsons very carefully did not notice, and Stan was too busy.

Greg tried to keep his face bland, but he found a way to give the room a thumbs up to Sandy when Amy's head was turned and Stan preoccupied. Amy attributed the high-fives and squeals of excitement to Natasha making a good move in the on-screen game.

Sandy extended her right foot surreptiously and nudged Amy's ten-year-old daughter in the left buttock. Georgia obligingly moved away, thinking Aunt Sandy needed more foot room. When Sandy kicked her, harder this time, Georgia turned around again and threw an incensed glare at her aunt.

Sandy motioned toward Todd, inclined her head at him and made meaningful faces at the young girl. Georgia finally remembered her part in this afternoon's theater. She took Todd's hand in hers, smiled into his face, and held their entwined hands in her lap.

With the key players in place, Greg guided his sister Amy to a space on the couch that magically opened up when two of the children suddenly needed to get up and stretch. Greg sat next to his sister, hip to hip. Amy looked around and when she saw no one was watching, she moved her right leg a tiny bit over so her thigh pressed firmly against Greg’s.

From where she sat, Amy had a perfect view of Georgia and Todd, but she didn’t notice. Her mind hadn’t processed much information after Greg’s cock thrust between her pussy lips behind the pantry door. She could feel Greg’s hot cum in her cunt. She had to muffle a whimper, covering it with a delicate cough. She hoped no one noticed.

"Remind you of anyone you know?" Greg whispered into his sister's ear when the opportunity presented itself.

Amy looked at her brother questioningly, then at Georgia and Todd when Greg’s fingers motioned toward them. Amy's eyes widened in disbelief when she saw the eleven-year-old boy and ten-year-old girl quietly holding hands off to the side.

"She's a year older than you were," Greg whispered, "the first time I sneaked into your room ... and we did naughty things 'til the sun came up."

Amy’s eyes widened. She tried not to watch her two children, but her eyes kept coming back to them. Her jaw dropped more than once as the pair nuzzled each other’s shoulders from time to time. The children’s heads were almost touching as they whispered to one another and smiled at a thoroughly private joke.

Greg caressed Amy's forearm from time to time and made sure his shoulder rubbed hers. He appropriated Amy’s hand and moved it to his lap. Without being obvious, he rubbed his sister’s hand around over his prick. Whenever Amy gathered herself to lean forward and speak to Georgia and Todd, Greg swept his hand down Amy’s back, stroking the smooth flesh and massaging gently. It worked—Amy lost her focus every time.

After a while, Amy's shock at seeing Georgia and Todd holding hands changed to speculation. With Greg asking leading questions in her ear, she began wondering just how far her children had progressed with their explorations. By the end of the evening, Amy felt a stirring in her groin every time her eyes strayed to the children in the floor in front of her.

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'Operation Amy and Stan' achieved several key objectives on just the first evening—far more than they'd hoped for, really. The plan hadn't envisioned Greg bagging his sister the first night. That was some good luck; all they'd hoped for was some heavy making out. But fucking her this soon advanced the timetable for the other stages.

As a reward, all of Greg's daughters gave him a tag-team blow job when they got home, each of them on their knees before him and sucking his cock for carefully counted seconds. When he came, he sprayed a fountain of daddy-cum all over their pretty faces.

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Phase Two was a little harder to kick off.

"But I don't know how to get your Daddy interested in me!" ten-year-old Melissa Pearson complained. "I can't just get nekkid and push my pussy in his face, can I?" There was silence on the other end of the connection.

"Well ... can I?" she asked hopefully. It would sure simplify things. After the week with Grandpa Jack and everyone out at the campground, she knew exactly how to act when a guy’s tongue started licking her puss.

"'Lissa, be careful! You're supposed to be careful what you say," Georgia Rogers told her cousin on the other end of the virtual phone line. "What if someone heard you?"

"I'm in my bedroom," Melissa replied tartly. "I got the window blinds all down and there's nobody in the whole house 'cept us Pearsons," she said.

"You're still supposed to be careful what you say," Georgia said. "You know what Grandpa Jack said about some people having fun inter ... uh ... intercepting cell phone conversations, right?"

"Yeah," Melissa replied resignedly. "I'll be careful, I promise."

The girls were using prepaid, disposable devices instead of their usual smart phones. The things weren't useful for much of anything but talking and text messaging, but that was all they needed for right now. Grandpa Jack had purchased the disposable devices from a number of convenience stores all over the city and most of the surrounding ‘burbs.

It was highly unlikely anyone, police or otherwise, would pick up their conversation on a scanner, but 'unlikely' doesn't mean 'impossible' so they were also required to be circumspect in the words they chose.

"But I still don't know what to do," Melissa grumbled. "How do I get ... what am I supposed to do?"

"OH!" Georgia cried out suddenly.

"What?"

"Uhhhhh...." Georgia replied. She was wringing her free hand in the air excitedly, but Melissa couldn't see that. All she knew was that her cousin kept saying that one word.

"Georgia! What?" Melissa asked again. There was silence for a long moment, then Georgia giggled.

"You remember when you and me were, like before we were even in Pre-K?"

"Yeah...?" Melissa responded slowly, and quite dubiously.

"Well ... you remember when my daddy used to lift up our tops a little bit and...."

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A week later, the Saturday afternoon pool party at the Pearsons was well underway. The Rogers were all in attendance, even seven-year-old Bethany who’d just returned from soccer camp.

The Pearson and Rogers girls were all in T-shirts and bikini bottoms, when they were out of the pool. When they weren’t, they were sporting skimpy tops that exposed more than they covered. Stan’s eyes were busy darting glances here, then over there, then to right in front of him when one of his nieces or daughters bent over in front of him.

The Pearson's swimming pool was getting a lot of action, as it would have, even if the plan wasn't to get so much lovely little-girl flesh into Uncle Stan's face that he couldn’t think straight. Since that was the plan, Stanley Rogers’ brain was thoroughly occupied with the sight of sooooo many incredibly cute little camel toes in addition to their young boobies being flaunted in his face.

Jeff Pearson had been assigned to watch his uncle, and Jeff took his job seriously. His sister, Natasha, flashed her uncle, bending low to pick up a squeeze bottle of suntan lotion just a few yards in front of Uncle Stan. To Stan's wondering eyes, the whole of her young breasts was revealed when her bikini top fell away from her body.

Jeff saw his uncle staring hard. Stan wasn’t even trying to avert his eyes anymore. Stan had been observant. He knew for a fact, for instance, that Tasha’s father had seen what she was doing earlier, but he hadn't gotten upset. Hell, Greg had only smiled tolerantly when he saw Stan was watching too.

When Natasha turned away and got on all fours in front of her uncle, and then lowered herself down to lay full-length beside Brenda on a beach towel, Uncle Stanley looked like he was about to pop his cork. With Tasha belly flat on the blanket and her cute bubble-butt wriggling around, and grinding her groin into the grass, her Uncle Stanley couldn’t have looked away if his life depended on it.

Jeff whispered a report to his mother on burner cell phone call, whereupon she let everyone else know ... everyone who was supposed to know anyway.

Melissa conned her Uncle Stan into going inside to show her how the latest Super Mario game and promptly wiggled her way onto his lap. She cuddled with her uncle, holding his arm tight against her body, nestling it between her little egg-sized boobies. Uncle Stan was babbling something about making the avatar leap and run about, but young Melissa wasn’t even listening.

When she decided the time was right—after she’d squirmed around on his lap for long enough, and let the back of Uncle Stan’s upper arm rub all over her little titties—Melissa moved to the side and rose on her knees on the sofa facing her uncle. She pulled his arm around her waist and pressed her young body against him. She was much taller than she’d been at four or five, but she stayed on her knees back then and that helped approximate their relative heights. She giggled softly now and then, rubbed her upper body against her uncle's, and began to kiss his lips ... starting with quick, chaste little kisses, moving to sexier ones quickly.

There had been three others in the room when Melissa had dragged her uncle inside, but all three kids left, one at a time, until ten-year-old Melissa and her big, tall uncle were all alone behind a carefully closed door. All of the kids were stifling guffaws behind hands that were stuffed almost down their throats, but Uncle Stanley didn’t notice. Melissa had all of his attention.

" 'Member when me and Georgia used to play silly with you," Melissa asked softly, almost whispering in her uncle's ear.

"Hmmmmmmmmm?"

"Well ... when we used to tease you and you'd push our tops up so you could tickle our bellybuttons?"

"Oh ... yeah," Uncle Stanley replied, cautiously. He wasn’t quite on fire yet, but the closeness of his wife's sexy little niece and the things Melissa was doing to him were having a distinct effect. He knew if he had to stand up for some reason, his dick would be tenting his swimming trunks.

Melissa suddenly got to her feet and lifted her right leg to straddle her Uncle Stan's lap. She knew what she was about to do, but Uncle Stanley didn't, so her new position was a fete accompli before her uncle could even begin to react.

"Kiss my belly," Melissa cooed. She put her hands on the sides of Uncle Stan's head and pulled his lips into intimate contact with the smooth skin of her tummy. “Kiss it and blow hard and make nasty sounds like you used to, okay Uncle Stan?”

He could have resisted. He should have tried to, anyway. Stan absolutely knew there was no way he should accede to the young girl's suggestion, but the beer he’d gulped down out at the pool, and then Tasha's show just a few minutes earlier had put him in a mood to disregard what he knew was the right thing to do. Instead of making an excuse and gently settling Melissa back down beside him, Stan Rogers pushed the hem of Melissa's T-shirt higher ... much higher than necessary ... and pressed his lips against her belly to blow a wet, blubbery raspberry against her baby-soft skin.

It was what ten-year-old Melissa had been waiting for. Her mother had told her not to push it if Uncle Stan didn't want to do this, but it seemed to Melissa her uncle was more than willing....

Melissa giggled, wriggled around for a bit, then came back for more. Uncle Stan didn't notice when his hands betrayed him and gently moved from holding the bottom of Melissa's T-shirt to cupping her round little butt-cheeks.

The little girl's fingers were twined in her uncle's hair, urging his mouth back against her belly whenever he would have pulled away. She coaxed him into closing his eyes and to kiss her lower on her belly.

She wiggled her hips from side to side, releasing her hold on her uncle's head to push her bikini panties down a little at a time, exposing more and more of herself each time she did it. With his eyes closed, Uncle Stan had an excuse to not notice where he was kissing the little girl. He pretended he wasn't really pressing his lips lower and lower against the ten-year-old's satin-smooth underbelly.

She pushed her panties down even more. They were barely staying up now—it wasn’t like she had grown-up girl’s curvy hips to hold them up.

If her legs had been closed, instead of straddled across Uncle Stan's body, her panties would have fallen to her ankles. Melissa was trying to think of a way to make that happen, but she couldn't ... and Mom had said to be careful about startling Uncle Stan and make him stampede out of the room.

"You can kiss me all over if you want to," Melissa suggested softly.

Uncle Stan thumbs hooked in the smooth fabric of his niece's panties and pushed them down to her knees himself—Melissa obligingly raised herself off his lap to let him. Stan still had his eyes closed, so he didn’t see Melissa’s pleased expression.

Her uncle’s tongue searched for her young slit. When the tip of his tongue touched her labia for the first time, Melissa's breath hissed out delightedly. Her fingers clamped down in Uncle Stan’s hair again. She pulled his mouth closer to her groin.

"Lick me, Uncle Stan," Melissa breathed. The whisper couldn’t have been heard at the other end of the sofa.

Her grown-up uncle did what the little girl asked. For a long moment, her uncle kissed at the top of her young pussy lips, then licked even lower, probing ever so slightly between her puffy labia. Melissa sighed, put her hands behind her uncle's head and pulled his face tight against her slit.

When they heard the rolling grumble of the sliding patio door opening in the next room, both knew their time was up. Horrified, Stan pushed at Melissa's hips, trying to get her away from his mouth. Melissa had been coached to not resist, but in pushing her hips away, her body naturally bent forward at the waist. Melissa touched her lips to her uncle's in a fleeting kiss and grinned happily into his eyes. “That was fun, huh, Uncle Stan?”

She yanked her bikini bottoms up, thrust her now-covered groin back into Stan’s face and wiggled her hips around in a quick bump and grind that didn’t last long enough ... or maybe it lasted an eternity, Stan didn’t know which. Then Melissa whirled on one foot, leapt lithely off the couch, and raced away.

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An hour later, Stanley knew what 'sweating bullets' meant on a very deep, personal level. He’d run for the downstairs half-bath as quickly as Melissa had left the room, but he wasn’t certain his interlude with the little girl was still a secret just between him and the youngster.

In fact, for the longest few hours of his life, he was sure his wife's brother would be hunting for him to castrate Stan with the ragged edge of a rusty table knife. He was certain if Greg found out what Stan had done with Greg’s ten-year-old daughter, there was going to be trouble with a capital T. Greg wasn't anywhere near Stan's height or weight, but he'd have right on his side, and Stanley didn't know if he could resist.

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After a long while, when Greg had still not come looking for him with blood in his eye, Stan ventured back out onto the patio. He found a patio chair off to the side and watched Greg stoking a bed of coals in the big BBQ pit. All the kids were still playing, and the sun was still shining. Stan wasn't sure exactly how it was the universe was still operating so efficiently, but he was glad there was still a sun and a sky … clouds, even….

He saw young Melissa sitting on the low wall surrounding Greg's barbeque pit and concrete picnic table. She was there with his daughter, Georgia. The girls were about the same age and they'd been close friends, as well as cousins, almost since they were born.

Melissa spotted him almost immediately as he stood just outside the sliding door on the patio. She waved enthusiastically, grinning broadly, and Stan waved back, trying to act naturally. Melissa touched Georgia on the shoulder and leaned close to whisper something in Georgia's ear. Georgia's head snapped around and she stared intently at her father for a long moment, her face expressionless.

Stanley's jaws gaped wide. He couldn't believe what he was sure Melissa had just done. The girl had just betrayed him; his life was done for ... he was toast! Stanley almost broke and ran right back inside. He would have if he’d had any strength in his legs.

Georgia turned back to Melissa, spoke a few quiet words—evidently a question—and Melissa nodded emphatically, grinning broadly. Georgia swung around to look intently at her father ... and then a huge grin split her face. She gave her dad an energetic thumbs up.

Stan was so stunned, he couldn't have moved now even if his legs had NOT already turned to putty. He continued to watch the two ten-year-old girls.

Georgia and Melissa looked around carefully, then worked the crotch of their bikinis to the side. They spread their legs wide, pointing their vulvas right at Stan so he couldn’t help but see. Stan swallowed hard. He should get up, go over there and stop this nonsense, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Seeing that the two young girls were having fun showing him their private parts, he relaxed. No one else in the big back yard noticed what the girls were doing—no one even looked their way, and no one was looking at him either. Both girls' slits were in full view, positively winking at Stan ... and he no longer wanted to stop the show these two exhibitionists were putting on.

Actually, Sandy Pearson had seen everything and she wore a satisfied grin the rest of the afternoon. The plan was working better than anyone had thought it would. ‘Uncle Stan’ had a hook firmly set in his mouth, and there wasn't much left to do except to reel him in.

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In a closet built entirely under the stairs leading up to the second floor, Greg had his sister in his arms. He was carefully wrecking her composure with torrid kisses and strokes over whatever part of her anatomy he could reach.

"Oh, God," Amy moaned. "It's always just so damned good with you every time," she told her big brother. "How can you turn me on so damned fast?"

Greg chuckled. "Dunno," he replied. "Maybe it's 'cause it's so incredibly naughty for us to be doing it," he said. "You reckon?"

"I guess," Amy answered. She shook her head. "Hell ... I don't care anymore! I'm horny all the time just thinking about you and that dick of yours."

Greg yanked loose the string ties on either side of his sister's bikini bottoms. One good tug on each side and the bottoms fell to the floor. Amy groaned into her brother's mouth. She pressed her body against his and worked her hips in a slow circle to massage the hard-on she could feel poking at her. He answered her with a groan of his own.

"Turn around," he whispered. "Can you find...? Yeah, the little table...."

Amy couldn't see what her brother was referring to, but she found the old wooden tabletop with her hands when she turned around. She didn't ask. She bent over, resting her forearms on the surface and hiked her butt up for her brother's assault.

When Greg was seated firmly in her cunt, he untied her bikini top, slide it off her, and deposited it on the closet floor over her bottoms. Amy’s dangling breasts bobbed and danced wildly in time to his thrusts until he captured them in his hands and squeezed them, thumbing the already blood-engorged nipples into even harder erections.

"Oh God!" Amy whimpered. "Fuck me hard, brother!" she begged. "FUCK ME, GREG!"

The nasty wet, sucking, smacking sounds of a male and female fucking hard filled the tiny closet for a long while. They were so engrossed in each other, they couldn't have heard a herd of buffalo stomp to a halt on the carpet just outside the closet door, much less a tiptoeing young girl.

Darlene Rogers grinned and rubbed her pussy lips through the material of her bikini when she heard her mother's moans and cries from behind the door. She stepped off toward the back yard, walking carefully so as to remain undetected. She had to find Aunt Sandy to report what was happening there beneath the stairs.

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A few days later....

The master bathroom was being renovated; the bathtub was being taken out and a walk-in shower installed. It would be finished next week but, as he had for the past three weeks, Stanley Rogers headed sleepily down the hall to one of the kids' bathrooms to relieve himself and take a quick shower.

The Rogers weren’t one of those families where being partially, or totally, unclothed was officially proscribed, but it certainly wasn't encouraged. The policy was that if someone happened to see someone else nude, or partially nude, that’s just the way things were. No fuss was made about it.

This morning, Stan was only in his boxers as he made his way toward the boys' bathroom, scratching his ribs and trying to wake up. Abruptly, the girls' bathroom opened and Stan's fifteen-year-old daughter stepped out, wrapped in a giant bath towel. "Good morning, Daddy," Brenda greeted him merrily.

As tall as she was, her dad still towered over her, so she stopped in his path and stood on tiptoe to kiss her father's lips. The big towel wasn't quite big enough though. Only her nipples were actually covered, and Stan got an eyeful of the upper slopes of his daughter's breast. He was distracted enough that it took him a long moment to react when Brenda’s tongue pushed between his lips and sought out his. His arms came up, slid around her back and he held her close without consciously thinking about it.

Before he could pull back, Brenda leaned away herself and stood still for a long moment, gazing mischievously at her astonished father. She broke their embrace and slipped around her father.

Stan dazedly rotated around to watch her.

Instead of opening the door to her room, Brenda slowed at the stairwell and started downstairs in only the fluffy towel. She pranced down the steps quickly; the towel couldn't keep up with her pace. Stan gulped when he saw much of his oldest daughter's buttocks peeking out from beneath the towel. Shaken, he turned to resume his journey to the bathroom, not knowing what to think.

"Hi, Daddy," Darlene said cheerfully, coming out of her room. She wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him another hot kiss like just like the one Brenda had given him. Stan's eyes widened and his face went blank again. Utterly shocked, he couldn't move. He tried to pull away from her, but all he could do was stare down at his twelve-year-old daughter. He tried to make his mouth work so he could say something that would stop this....

Darlene's expression changed. Her head snapped down to look between their bodies. "Wow," she said excitedly. "Nice package, Pop," she quipped.

Her right hand cupped his penis and squeezed gently, then released her father’s cock. Before Stan could really absorb what his daughter had done, she was gone, and on her way down the stairs too. Stan shuffled around again, watching his daughter parade across the landing.

When Darlene got there, she paused and struck a pose for her father. She grinned nastily, touching a forefinger to her lower lip and giving him a sultry look.

With the sunlight coming from behind her, it was plain Darlene didn't have a stitch on underneath her thigh-length T-shirt. With one knee flexed, her toes pointed for a downward step, and one hand on the railing for balance, the twelve-year-old held her place for an eternity, then trotted down the stairs.

Stan gaped after her, with no idea of what he should do. He turned around again, holding on to the idea of finding the bathroom quickly. He lurched into motion, his head spinning.

He was just passing eleven-year-old Todd's room when the boy’s door opened suddenly. Without thinking, Stan turned to look.

"Mornin' Daddy," ten-year-old Georgia said with a smile. She walked around him toward the girls' bathroom. Stan blinked to clear away the cobwebs. His eyes followed Georgia's progress down the hall. If she was wearing anything under her T-shirt, Stan couldn't see any evidence of it any more than he’d been able to see underwear under Darlene’s.

Movement to the side attracted his attention. His son Todd was closing the door to his room after opening it to let his sister out. Stan stared, his eyes wide. Todd was wearing only the bottoms to his pajamas ... and his boyish little pecker was peeking out the flap.

Todd grinned at his father but didn't make any move to hide his hard-on. The boy closed the door gently.

Stan didn’t know which way to go. He started to go down the hall to confront Georgia, but Todd's hard-on concerned him just as much as his daughter's actions had. He shuffled his feet for a second, not making any progress in any direction.

"Hey, wait a minute here," he demanded … of himself, because there was no one actually listening to him. He was confused. He couldn't figure out whether to reopen Todd's door to deal with him, or stop Georgia in the hallway to confront her.

"Hi, Daddy!" seven-year-old Bethany said in her little-girl's voice. She'd come out of her room behind her father and he hadn't noticed her at all. Bethany threw her arms around her father's body and she remained in place pressing her face against the hard-on Darlene had noticed and which hadn't even had a chance to diminish.

"Mmmmm, I just love you soooo much, Daddy," Bethany said, rubbing her cheek on her father's hard dick just under the concealing boxer shorts. She looked up into Stan’s thunderstruck features.

"Wow! That's really nice, Daddy," she said simply.

She looked upward from beneath her long lashes, peering directly into her dad's eyes. Cherubs would have envied the angelic look she gave him. The little girl patted her father's cock, then followed Georgia into the girls' bathroom.

The door closed with finality and Stanley Rogers was left standing in the upstairs hallway wondering what had just happened to his universe. He stood in the hallway, bewildered, confused, and completely disoriented. All the doors were all closed and it was silent in the big house. Nothing stirred anywhere.

He looked down at himself. His cock was tenting his boxers most outrageously. He thought he could still feel the touch of Darlene's hand, and little Bethany's face pressing against his hard-on.

Stanley took a couple of steps, bumped the wall and realized he was going the wrong way. Turning back, he walked warily to the boys' bathroom, his head on a swivel, not sure what he was going to encounter next or where it was going to come from.

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Looking out the kitchen window pensively, Amy Rogers was startled when she felt the hand running down her back from her neck to the small of her back. For a split second, she responded to the caress—but this was not her husband ... nor her brother. They weren't even in the house.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," fifteen-year-old Ryan murmured in his mother's ear. Ryan was working out hard these days, preparing for football two-a-days that would begin in a couple of months.

The faint aroma of a male animal cooling off from a heavy workout filled Amy's nostrils. She froze. Her son was so like her husband in many ways. Tall for his age, Ryan wasn't THAT much shorter than she was when they stood toe to toe.

Ryan's left arm snaked around his mother's body, just under her full breasts. "That's nice, Mom," he whispered. "No bra is soooo cool!" he added, “if you got the boobs for it ... and, boy, you sure do. Your boobs are just great, Mom—all the guys say so!”

Ryan chuckled naughtily. "…Sure can't say that about Mrs. Wilson across the street, can you?" he asked casually. "Hers would droop to her knees if she didn't wear those big ol' industrial strength brassieres, huh?"

Amy's body stiffened. Ryan's strong forearm rose on her chest until her breasts were almost resting on it. She knew she should do something. This had to end—

Then they were gone—both her oldest son's imprisoning arm, and his body ... it’d been pressing tightly against her buttocks for what seemed like an eternity. Amy hadn't had the presence of mind to tell him to back away until he’d done it of his own choice. She turned a half circle to see Ryan trotting down the basement stairs.

"Hey, Mom?" he called back up, pausing on the bottom step. "You know what they call the girls who don't wear bras at school?"

"What?" Amy said, confused. She wasn't sure she'd heard him right.

"Happy!" Ryan called delightedly. His mother could hear the amusement in his voice. The door at the bottom of the stairs thumped as it closed.

Amy stared for a long time at the stairs leading down to the family room before she was able to get back to rinsing off the glasses in preparation for the dish washer.

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Bethany sat on her father's lap, leaning back against his strong body in the recliner, watching the TV with him. When she turned around and put her arms around his neck, Stan didn't think anything of it.

"Daddy," the seven-year-old said sweetly, "will you teach me how to kiss?"

Stan's jaw gaped. His daughter’s request had been approximately the last thing he’d expected to hear her say. Not waiting for a reply, Bethany pressed her lips to his and her little pink tongue began enthusiastically exploring her father's mouth. The kiss lasted longer than Bethany had been told it probably would so she kept doing it. It took a long time for her father to pull back and end the incestuous kiss.

Bethany lay atop her father and kissed him again ... and then again. Daddy didn’t even try to get away for the longest time. Little Bethany was having a ball, and it seemed to her that Daddy was too.

Aunt Sandy had even warned her Stan might try to pull away and forcefully take his little girl's arms from around his neck. When Bethany reported her father let her do what she wanted to for quite a while, Sandy gave the little girl a high-five.

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As the philosopher said, it's really great when a plan starts coming together.

"Mom," Brenda asked, coming into her mother's bedroom.

"What, honey?"

"What would you and Dad think about us becoming nudists?"

Jolted, Amy stiffened and whirled around from her chest of drawers to find her oldest daughter, and oldest son, standing in the doorway totally nude. Amy's eyes snapped to Ryan's penis brazenly dangling right between his legs. "My God," Amy gasped. "What are you...?"

"Oh, never mind," the fifteen-year-old girl told her mom. She turned to her brother and tucked her arm under his. "Come on, stud," she said impudently smiling into his face, "we can go be nudists in my room." She dropped a hand to Ryan's hard cock and led him down the hall.

With her mouth hanging open, Amy started out the door to follow her daughter and son but she hadn't taken two steps when eleven-year-old Todd blocked her path.

"I just love you so MUCH, Mom!" he said, putting his arms around her and squeezing her tightly against his body.

"I love you too," Amy said automatically, trying to disengage. She froze when she realized Todd's head was on a level with her big, full breasts ... and he was happily nestling his face in the valley between them. He deliberately nuzzled her right boob, then her left.

After a moment, Amy pushed her son back so she could leave. Aimlessly, she turned back to her room and closed the door.

Todd had his ear up against the door almost instantly. In a few minutes, the buzzing sound Aunt Sandy thought he might hear started up and continued for a long while. Todd told Aunt Sandy that his mother wasn't wearing a bra again either, after having one on for a couple of days.

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Amy Rogers made her way carefully down the stairs to the basement. Ryan and Todd's weight-lifting room was in the northwest corner of the big room. She'd seen Ryan come down here and she'd heard some lighter footsteps going down a few minutes later.

She wasn't sure she wanted to know what was going on down here, but she needed to. If she'd looked in a mirror, she'd have seen the faint blush on her face; it betrayed an excitement she wasn't about to admit she was feeling. On the other hand, if she'd looked into her own mirrored eyes, she would have seen the hot spark of carnal thrill promising to ignite.

When she reached the door to the weight room, Amy heard faint cries and whispered entreaties she knew was coming from ten-year-old Georgia. Peering warily around the doorframe, Amy gasped aloud when she saw her oldest son on top of Georgia and pumping his cock fast and hard into the young girl’s cunt.

A movement caught her eye. Todd was there too, as naked as the younger children engaged in incestuous sex. Was Todd waiting for his turn with his sister? Amy swallowed, trying to get the sudden lump in her throat to go down.

"Hi, Mom," Todd said hesitantly when he saw her head peek around the doorframe. The kids had thought their Mom was safely out of the way, upstairs folding clothes.

Aunt Sandy hadn't prepared Todd for this, but he had to do something. He was running on pure instinct.

"Would you like to come in?" Todd asked his dumbfounded mother. He didn’t have a clue where his inspiration came from. "We’d really like it if you did," he added.

Amy stared at her son. Naked as the day he was born, he stood there with an erection that only grew harder the longer she stood there.

Her head snapped back to where Ryan and Georgia were getting up from the exercise pad they'd been laying on ... that they'd been fucking on. Amy noted detachedly that Ryan's hard penis was not as big as his father's ... not yet anyway, but his five-inch hard-on was more than capable of giving any woman satisfaction.

Georgia stood there with a sheen of her own pussy juices dribbling down the inside of her thighs. She'd been taking Ryan's whole cock in her fuck-hole, her mother realized, and without any discomfort either. The little minx had clearly loved her brother's cock pistoning in and out of her cunt....

Todd took a step forward, his prick swaying with the movement. Amy looked at his hard-on. Her face was beet red; she wasn’t breathing at all. When he took a second step in her direction, she turned and fled.

At the dinner table that night, Amy couldn't meet either of her son's eyes without a faint blush coloring her ears and neck. But later, after a couple of glasses of a good white wine, she let them put their arms around her waist when they hugged and kissed her goodnight. And if their hands happened to squeeze her an ass cheek, or a still-unbound boob, in the process, what the heck?

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"Hi, Daddy," Brenda said, yanking the shower curtain back and stepping casually out of the tub. She reached for a towel, and Stan's eyes locked on to the sight of her firm breasts dancing and jiggling at her slightest movement.

He was struck dumb for a moment. "I ... I ... this is the boys' bathroom," he stuttered finally.

"Uh-huh," Brenda said carelessly. "Us kids ... we all just kinda decided we would go to whatever one wasn't being used." She eyed her father, a smile coming to her lips. Moving quickly, she stepped up to her father and plastered her wet body against his. Before he could react, she pulled his head down for a long kiss.

"Oh, Daddy," she giggled. "Is that for me?" she asked. She humped her crotch against the hard-on making a bulge in her father’s pants. When he didn't immediately force her arms down and push her away, Brenda went in for another kiss ... and felt her father's tongue respond, flicking back at hers.

When he finally did break the kiss, it was far too late. The head of the Rogers clan was lost ... and they both knew it.

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Amy and Stan sat under a tall shade tree in their, back in the corner of the yard where the two tall lines of their neighbors’ fences met. The old tree had been there before they built the house and the corner was a quiet place they'd enjoyed for the nearly sixteen years they'd lived here.

It was almost the only place either of them felt safe anymore, though neither told each other that. Both were badly afraid of being ambushed by one or more of their own children ... and both were baffled at the speed at which so many revelations had been thrust upon them. They were mystified by their reactions too. Neither understood why they hadn't put a stop to all the blatant sex play among the children.

Amy sipped at her ice tea, then held the cold glass against her cheek to cool her face from the pinkness she was sure was a permanent fixture there these days. She sighed, not knowing what to say ... or if she should say anything at all.

Stan watched his wife for a long moment from the corner of his eye. He knew something was on her mind.

"So ... you think all the kids are fucking each other?" he asked without the slightest preamble.

Amy's body spasmed. She gasped, nearly dropping her tumbler full of tea. She couldn't answer.

"I've seen Todd with Georgia ... and Ryan with Brenda," Stan continued slowly. "And Darlene's room reeked of sex when I passed by the other day. I don't think Bethany is doing any ... any fucking yet ... but she came out of Ryan's room this morning in just her pajama tops," he remarked. "…Looked like the cat who'd swallowed the canary," he added.

Amy took a long swallow to moisten a suddenly parched throat.

"I watched Ryan screwing Georgia the other day," she admitted finally, "and Todd was waitin' for his turn," she said in a weak voice. "And ... Ryan keeps talking dirty to me ... and stroking my back ... and telling me how he likes it when I don't wear a bra," Amy blurted.

"Yeah, I know," Stan agreed. "With me, the girls keep letting me see them naked and they rub themselves against me too," he told his wife.

"Seems like they all have just one thing on their minds lately, honey." He picked up his own iced tea, making the ice tinkle against the glass. He rotated the glass in his big hand, morosely looking at it so he wouldn't have to look at his wife.

"And Melissa Pearson absolutely invited me to do ... things to her a couple a weeks ago," he added, "but not so much lately; it seems like my own daughters have taken her place ... don't know why...."

"Greg," Amy said hoarsely, "you remember about me and Greg, right...?" She couldn't continue.

"Oh, yeah," he said softly. He shrugged. "You and he were doing it when you were both kids, right?" he remarked. "And you ... you gave me fair warning before we were married ... you told me any time you could get him into the sack again, you were going to do it." He paused, cocking his head to the right and looking at his wife.

"Ahhhhhhhh, I see. So he finally gave in and you...?"

Amy nodded miserably. "For weeks now!" she admitted.

"Well, I've had a long time to get used to the idea ... can't say I'm really shocked," Stan remarked. "And I've seen you fucked before, sweetheart ... and I was right there, fucking whoever's wife was available right on the bed beside you, right? Soooo, what the heck. Tell him to bring his wife along with him next time? What the heck? I'll do Sandy while you do him."

His face brightened. He could get used to that idea quick!

"It'd be something we could do," Amy admitted. "But it wouldn't solve the 'kid on kid' sex we've got going on in our own house ... brothers and sisters doing each other, just like me and Greg used to do."

She frowned. "Do you think they know?

Stan took a sip and thought about her question. "Well ... I don't have any idea why I think so, but I bet they do somehow," he said slowly.

The couple adjusted their posture in their chairs, drinking their tea and watching the afternoon sun slide toward the horizon. With no good reason for it, they felt much better than they had when they came out here. They were married; they were working together, and they'd cleared the air so they could get to the bottom of this problem that had reared up in their home.

Stan told Amy about the incident with Melissa ... and what happened a little while later with Melissa and Georgia. Amy shrugged it off. Compared with what she and her brother were doing, it was small potatoes.

"Soooo, Stan mused, "let's say the kids do know about you and Greg. And Greg's daughter, young Miss Melissa, made it a point of letting me know I could play with her ten-year-old pussy if I wanted to.” He paused for a moment. “And then an hour later, I know she told Georgia ... and Georgia didn't seem surprised ... and then both of those two pulled their panties open far enough to show me their pussies."

He paused. "With me so far?"

Amy nodded.

"So, we have Greg suddenly coming back around to put it to you, his daughter offers to let me put it to her, she tells our kids—plural ... I'll bet they all know—what she did ... and now our kids are doing almost everything they can do to seduce us. They're trying to seduce their parents." He paused. "It all comes back to Greg; he started it ... and now the whole danged family is in on it … you think?"

Amy frowned and considered what her husband had outlined. "Yeah ... makes sense to me. I don't understand the 'why', of it, but that's sure what's happening."

She relaxed. A faint smile curved her lips. “Well, well, well!” she said quietly. She glanced back at the house.

"So ... what do we do about it?" Stan asked quietly.

"You're kidding, right?" Amy said stridently, facing him directly. She half-stood, and dragged her chair in front of her husband’s. When she sat, their kneecaps were touching.

"You've had a non-stop hard-on for the last two weeks, buster!” she whispered fiercely. “You wander around in a daze, watching your daughters and nieces like you're an eagle and they're little bunnies hopping around waiting for you to swoop down on them. “

"'The boys play touch-and-squeeze all day long with me. You fuck me two or three times a night, every night ... I fuck my brother too, every time I see him ... and still my pussy is so damned wet all day long I don't bother wearing panties any more. They get soaked in three minutes flat, and then I have to go change and I’m pretty sure everyone in the neighborhood can smell my pussy juices when they drive by...." She took a deep breath.

"And then hubby, dear, our very own kids let us catch them playing hide the salami with each other and they're damned brazen about it too.” She poked her finger into her husband’s chest. “Hell, Stan ... they don’ even care if we see them!"

Amy was quiet for a moment. “And, yeah, I’m pretty sure they do know I’m doin’ my brother,” she concluded. She frowned. “So ... why aren’t they ... blackmailing us or something? They have me dead to rights ... and the girls have to know you’re wrapped around their little fingers. Why hasn’t that sword hanging over us … how come it hasn't chopped our heads off yet?”

"What do we do?" Amy asked plaintively. She shrugged. "Except maybe just go quietly insane, that is."

Stan wet his lips. "Give in?" Stan asked. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em?"

Amy didn't answer, but she sat up straighter in her lawn chair. She gazed intently at her husband. “Is that what they want?” she whispered.

They thought about it for a while.

Amy’s face was flushed; her eyes were smoldering coals. She couldn’t keep them from wandering over her husband's face, trying to see what he was thinking. In another moment, she was darting glances all around their back yard.

"Even with all the bad things that could happen ... jails ... prisons, even...?" Stan asked “I think it’s something we have to consider, right?"

Amy tapped a front tooth with her fingernail. "Honey, this is like ... the ultimate taboo we're talking about here ... me doing it with the boys ... you doing it with the girls....

Amy leaned forward in her chair; her nose almost touched his. She kissed him impulsively. She clutched at her husband's hand.

"GOD, darling. It's so hot, like when Greg and I were doing it back then. It was so damned good being nasty with each other ... I can’t tell you how turned-on we were ... all the damn time, baby!” She paused, watching him breathlessly.

“This is sooooo perverted, Stan ... so over the edge ... and just thinking about it is making my cunt juices run like a damn river," she said feverishly. She shifted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together in excitement.

"Well," Stan said thoughtfully. "We can't waste a hot cunt, can we?" Rising, he took his wife by the hand and walked her to the house and inside the sliding patio doors. At the last minute, he'd seen some heads watching them from the second story windows.

"KIDS!" he bellowed when the door was closed behind him. "WE WANT TO SEE ALL OF YOU DOWN IN THE TV ROOM RIGHT NOW!" he yelled.

He pulled the drapes close and looked all around to make sure there weren’t any uncovered windows. He unbuckled his pants. "AND YOU ALL BETTER BE STARK, STARING NAKED, OR YOU DON'T TO DO ANY FUCKING WITH MOM AND DAD TONIGHT!"

His slid his boxers down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Amy was out of her blouse and shorts almost as quickly. They tossed the clothing on the kitchen table.

There was a short silence.

"YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" six young voices shrieked. There was a pause and then six pair of bare feet pounded a fast drumbeat coming downstairs.

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The Rogers kids arrived as an eager group at the bottom of the stairs, but their parents weren’t waiting for them as the children had expected. Their discarded clothing was there, in two little piles, but Amy and Stan weren’t.

Georgia was the first to break away and race through the living room and dining room, past the kitchen doorway, then down the short drop into the family room. Her eyes blazing, she found her father standing in the middle of the room grinning at her. The ten-year-old didn’t pause after having leaped down the three steps—she used the momentum of the jump to keep going.

She stopped inches short of her daddy’s naked body and reached out to grasp his prick for the first time in her young life. She bent over and planted a kiss on the head of Stan’s penis. Looking up, she grinned nastily at her dad. “I get you first,” she announced.

“Hey, wait!” Brenda exclaimed.

Brenda had been only a couple of steps behind her sister all the way from the back patio door. She’d gotten a late start, but she would’ve have lost the race anyway ... Georgia was lightning-fast in a foot race or on the soccer field. But there were other things to consider....

“I’m the oldest daughter,” Brenda reasoned, “you should do me first, Daddy!” She smiled winningly, trying to make the case she deserved to be fucked by her father before Georgia got a turn. She cupped her dad’s left asscheek in her right hand and squeezed encouragingly.

Stan smiled in his fifteen-year-old daughter’s face and nodded vigorously. “Nooooo!” he said brightly, “but nice try, baby! Really nice!” He grinned at her. “Has that ever worked before, honey?” he asked interestedly.

“Hey! It was worth a shot,” Brenda retorted, smiling. She sidled a little more behind her father and thrust a hand between his legs to fondle his balls. “Don’t forget about me, hear?” she remarked.

She slipped away to intercept Todd on his way in—he’d skidded on the dining room floor and lost a couple of steps on the rest of the group. Chagrined, he watched his brother Ryan reach their mother first. He sighed. He’d heard enough of Brenda’s entreaties to know he was going second with Mom, and it didn’t have anything to do with how old he was.

On the other hand ... his big sister wasn’t exactly ugly. Before Ryan had started getting all the kids into sex and stuff, Todd had fantasized about his older sister when he masturbated—her, and all her friends from the sophomore class too! Sometimes he imagined being alone with one of them; other times he saw them in pairs, trios, and groups. Todd put his hand in Brenda’s and followed her to the deep pile rug in front of the fireplace.

“Come over here, Daddy,” Georgia urged. She tugged on her father’s penis and guided him to one of the family room’s big sofas. “We can do it on the couch, okay, Daddy?” she asked.

Stan looked at the sofa. It wasn’t new; there were stains and marks all over the faux leather exterior from years of hard use. Another stain or two wouldn’t do any harm. “Heck, yeah,” Stan replied.

“We’ll make a big ol’ wet spot, Daddy,” Georgia warned. “It might get kind of smelly when it dries,” she added.

“Not to worry,” San assured her. “We can wipe it down and deodorize it if it does.” He thought for a moment. “And maybe it’s time to buy something a little better, and bigger,” he mused. “...something with a ... magic chemical in the fabric that won’t absorb anything....”

“Okay,” Georgia said a little vaguely. Dad and Mom were in charge of furniture buying, not her. With her hands, she maneuvered her father down onto the sofa’s cushions and threw a leg over his body to straddle him. Supporting herself on her left hand, she reached between her legs and took her father’s stalk in her right and guided it between her puffy pussy lips.

“Uhhhhh, honey,” Stan cautioned, “don’t you want me to help make you wet and maybe use some lube or something...?”

“No, huh-uh,” the little girl replied shortly. “I’m all slickery already,” she told him. “Us girls were playin’ with ourselves and stuff while we waited for you an’ Mom to come back in.”

“Ohhhh, you were?” Stan said. “Y’all had already got undressed and everything?”

“Uh-huh ... we were going to come downstairs, all together, and ... make this happen,” Georgia said, slowly sinking down on her father’s cock. Wet pussy or not, she just couldn’t take her father’s prick inside her any way except very carefully.

“Should a’ found a vibrator or a dildo or something around and ... practiced a little, maybe?” Stan suggested. He didn’t want to criticize—he wasn’t sure just how many times ten-year-old Georgia had had a cock in her little cunt.

“Ooh!” Amy squealed suddenly. She’d heard only the last part of her daughter and husband’s exchange. “TOYS!” she said loudly. “Where are your keys, Stan?”

Stan knew exactly what his wife wanted. “In my pants, by the patio door.”

Amy looked around. Ryan was chowing down on her pussy, but he was going to be ramming his thirteen-year-old dick into her pretty danged soon—she couldn’t take much more tonguing without cumming ... and she wanted to cum on her oldest son’s cock this first time.

“Darlene,” she called. “Get your father’s keys out of his pocket and go up to our bedroom ... in the closet ... and open Daddy’s safe—and bring everything in it down to us, okay?”

“The ... kinda ... yellow key,” Stan told his twelve-year-old daughter. His eyes wandered over her young body.

He hadn’t had a spare moment to look at Darlene yet. Just when had Darlene grown into such a slender, leggy young cutie, he wondered.

“When you put it in the lock, turn it to the right … slowly, okay?” he instructed. The key locked safe was old and so was the key. Turning the key forcefully the wrong way could break the key off.

“Okay, Daddy,” Darlene replied. She looked around the room. Ryan was crawling atop her Mom and fisting his cock to slide it into Mom's pussy, Todd was behind Brenda and already pumping his prick into her cunt doggy style, and Daddy was already a couple inches inside Georgia’s plump labia. She and Bethany didn’t have a guy to play with yet. That’d come later.

Darlene marched over to the Georgia and Dad’s sofa, leading Bethany by the hand. She grinned wickedly at her father’s facial expression of intense concentration as Georgia fed his cock into her vagina. “Here, Daddy,” she said brightly, lifting Bethany up, “...eat some eight-year-old pussy while I go get what Mom wants.” She giggled.

Georgia had no objection. She wanted Daddy’s cock and her little sister might as well sit on Daddy’s face while Georgia was busy working his thing inside her.

Grinning broadly, Beth squatted over her father’s head and settled, rubbing her slit against Daddy’s chin for a moment. When he extended his tongue, she pooched her pussy up to meet it.

“Daaaaaa-deeeee,” she whimpered, loving way her father’s wet, raspy tongue lapped at her puffy pussy lips. Her body jerked a little when Dad’s tongue stabbed inside her ... she hadn’t been expecting it ... but it felt really good. Todd and Ryan usually just licked her ‘til she came all over their faces. When dad’s tongue darted in again, slower this time, she liked it even more than the first one.

Georgia leaned over Bethany’s shoulder to watch as much as she could—body parts were in her way. She caught her Dad’s eye when he came up for air. She beamed happily and squirmed down another half inch on her father’s cock. “Did you know I didn’t even like doing sex stuff for the longest time, Daddy?”

Stan’s reply was muffled by Beth’s pussy. She hadn’t wanted Daddy’s tongue to stop lapping at her labia for very long, even if he did have to breath once in a while. It sounded like it was maybe a question though.

“Uh-huh,” Georgia continued. “Me an’ Todd an’ Ryan put their thingies in me sometimes, when you an’ Mom were gone or something ... but I didn’t really like it too much. Then, out at Grandpa Jack’s, I figured out what was so cool about it, an’ Grandpa Jack showed me how older guys could put their things in me an’ stuff.” She worked another inch of her father inside her—almost all of him that she could take was in there now. “An’ now I like it a bunch,” she concluded.

Stan lifted Bethany off his mouth for a bit. “Who’s Grandpa Jack?” he demanded. And who was he to be teaching his ten-year-old about sex? He didn’t say that, but he was certainly thinking it.

“Aunt Sandy’s Daddy,” Bethany replied, wiggling her chubby hips in a tight circle and pushing down to get her Dad’s tongue back in contact with her pussy.

“Oh,” Stan said, and dived back in between his daughter’s puffy labia. He barely had enough reserves of reasoning to keep his heart beating and his lungs pumping air in and out, but something wasn’t right.

“Wait a minute, here,” he exclaimed. “Your Aunt Sandy’s father died a long time ago.....”

“He’s her pretend Daddy,” Georgia told him. “She says she adopted him.”

“Oh ... I see,” Stan replied—but he really didn’t; there were still too many things left unexplained.

“HEY, MOM!” Darlene yelled—she wasn’t sure she’d get her mother’s attention if she didn’t ... Ryan was driving his teenaged prick into Mom’s pussy with strong, firm strokes. Mommy’s face was taking on a fierce look of frowning concentration; in another context, one would assume she was in pain.

“Can I put a DVD in?” Darlene called.

“Yeah,” Amy choked out hoarsely. “Put whatever you want in....”

“ ‘Kay!” Darlene replied. She selected a disc from the group she’d hauled downstairs. There were a lot of them ... and lots of dildos and vibrators too. She’d carried down a good-sized box full of things, and there were lots more still in Daddy’s safe. She turned on the almost new seventy-five inch TV, started the player, and settled down on the sofa near where Dad was fucking Georgia and eating Bethany’s cunt.

“OH!” she said loudly when she saw the opening scenes on the DVD. “RYAN ... RYAN, look!” she demanded. “It’s Mrs. Waterbury,” she called to her brother, “...and she’s naked, Ryan.”

“Ooh!” Darlene said more quietly. “And there’s Daddy fucking her!” she added.

Pricilla Waterbury had lived across the street and down the block a bit from the Rogers a couple of years ago. She and her husband had been particularly friendly with Amy and Stan until the Waterburys had had to move, following her husband’s job transfer. Ryan had been enormously impressed with Mrs. Waterbury’s mammoth breasts at the time—probably still was, in Darlene’s opinion.

Ryan didn’t stop pumping his cock into the vagina that’d given him birth, but his head turned and he adjusted his body so he could see a little of what was going on on the screen. Between fucking his own mother and seeing his father fuck Mrs. Waterbury, Ryan didn’t have a whole lot of attention to spare, but he made a ghost of a note to himself to watch more of this video when he got the chance.

“And there’s Mr. Ortega pronging Mom,” Darlene squealed. “Darn, Mom, shake it, baby! Make that thing cum in you!” Darlene grabbed a purple dildo out of the box, lifted her heels to the edge of the sofa cushions and let her knees fall to the side, lewdly exposing her pussy for everyone to see, if they wanted to look. She inserted the dildo carefully, then began steadily shoving it deep inside.

Amy Rogers didn’t have any more concentration left than the others in the room, but it didn’t matter. She responded to her daughter’s urging and began gyrating her hips around and squeezing down on her son’s dick. She was ready to feel him spouting deep inside her, and she was certain Ryan was ready to do it.

Stan remembered Pricilla Waterbury very well—quite fondly too. Pricilla had Dolly Parton sized tits—the woman was stocky, no doubt about it, but she’d needed that meaty body just so breasts that size could be hung on her frame. She’d been a screamer, Stan recalled. She’d sounded like an air raid siren in one of those old war movies when she came....

Stan had decided long ago that, big breasts or small, boobies were fun to play with. And he did, every chance he got. His left hand was sweeping Bethany’s young chest, teasing her surprisingly sharp nipples, and the fingers on his right hand were tweaking Georgia’s. Bethany didn’t have boobies yet, only gentle swellings where they’d be some day. Georgia had mounds as big around as small cupcakes that rose no higher off her chest than the thickness of Stan’s forefinger. Her nipple stood up a little higher, hard as a little diamond, and apparently sensitive enough to make ten-year-old Georgia gasp every once in a while when her father’s fingers twirled around her areola or pinched a hard standing nipple. Stan changed hands often, letting the fingers on both hands stroke and tease his young daughters ... except every so often, he had to use both hands to lift Bethany off his face so he could breathe. She got a little too excited from time to time, tightening her plump thighs and pulling Daddy’s mouth too tightly against her pussy.

Ever since Georgia slipped the head of Stan’s prick between her soft outer lips, Stan had had to use anything he could to delay his cum for just a few minutes more. Bethany dancing around on his tongue helped some. Having to divide his attention between fucking one pre-teen daughter and liking another pre-teen’s pussy stalled his orgasm a little while longer—but Georgia’s cunt was hotter than hot, and she held him so tightly in her young sheath ... squeezing his cock so well it seemed her vagina was trying to milk the cum out of him. Every time the young girl lifted herself off his groin ... and then sank down again, Stan groaned. He couldn’t last much longer.

“Daddy!” Georgia whimpered breathlessly. “Daddy!” She was rising and falling faster all the time. “Daaaaaaaddddeeeeeeeee!” she wailed. “You’re making me cummmmmmm!”

Stan tried to hold off a couple of seconds longer. To distract himself, he stopped licking Bethany’s pussy and pushed his right forefinger between her pretty pussy lips.

He explored, wondering how far he could sink his finger into an eight-year-old girl’s vagina. It was farther than he thought. He probed a little more, and then left off exploring. He contented himself with sawing his finger in and out of Bethany, making her squirm with pleasure. Stan hadn’t known eight-year-olds could cum, but his daughter clearly could ... and she was about to do just that.

He didn’t wait for Georgia to impale herself on his cock this time. He thrust upward off the sofa cushion, surprising her and making her yelp—didn’t hurt her though. She held herself still so Daddy could ram his cock up inside her, deeper than before ... and faster. “Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—“ she howled. She froze, shuddered for a moment, and then collapsed against her little sister, making soft mewling sounds in her throat.

Bethany collapsed right back at Georgia. She trembled for a long while, her hips held still so Daddy could keep on finger-fucking her ... and then she was done. She sighed expressively and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on resting.

Stan felt the hot cum rising inexorably in his body. The only way he could have held off any longer would have been to put clamps between his balls and his groin. He felt the lava climb higher—it made his cock bloat even more than it was. He groaned, his body twisted, his hips rolled around while muscles tried to forestall the coming eruption—but it came on anyway.

He felt the first geyser of milky-white semen spurt deep in Georgia’s vagina. It soaked her cunt instantly, splashing daddy-cum all through the tight, wet sleeve that held her father’s cock so tightly. Stan pulled his hips down ... back ... and watched his cum dribble out of Georgia’s pussy. His cock was dragging the cum out as he pulled out of her; the sticky goo coated the ten-year-old’s pussy lips.

Stan growled, deep in his chest. He bucked up into Georgia again, spraying another jet of hot cum inside her. He pulled back. His hips slammed up again, and he pumped another spout of his seed into the young girl. He bellowed. Stan rammed the head of his cock back up into Georgia, the slit in the end of his cock jetted more cum—this time into her immature womb. He bucked again ... and then again ... and once more. And then he was done, spent, exhausted.

He looked down at the union between himself and his daughter. His cum was overflowing his little girl’s cunt—it was slopping over, spilling all over his groin from the pumping action of moving in and out of her. It mixed with the little-girl juices already puddled there, becoming thin and, he knew, sticky.

He lay there, straining to get his breath under control and his pulse rate down. His two younger daughters leaned against the sofa’s back cushion, holding on to each other for more support. A whimsical thought flashed through his overwhelmed mind—sex with little girls had to be the best aerobic sport in the whole universe!

Movement caught his eye. Darlene was sashaying closer, her steps were almost like she was stalking her father. She grinned. “Ready to fuck another daughter, Daddy?” she asked.

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"Hi, Uncle Greg," Brenda cooed into the burner phone her parents hadn't known she had. “I’m fine ... how are yewwwww?” she drawled.

"So ... guess what's happening over here right now?" she asked. So much for small talk.

"Unghhhhhhhh!” she groaned when Stan’s tongue swirled around her clit again in that way Daddy had that was just so good. “Uh ... Yeah! ... I do mean right now," she said into the phone.

"Well ... Mom did Ryan first, and then Todd, and then she sucked Ryan’s cum out of Darleeeeeen and...." Brenda broke off, apparently in response to a question. "Uh-huh, Daddy fucked Georgia first an’ he was eatin’ Bethany’s pussy while he was doin’ it—then he fucked Darlene, and then me!”

She listened. "Yeah, Bethany wants Daddy to be the first man inside her. But prob’ly not tonight, you know?"

“Ohhhhhh, Grandpa Jack is over there? That’s so cool. We’ve been telling Mom and Dad about Grandpa Jack—and the twins too, huh? That’s cool. Sure! You guys can come on over and we’ll have a really nice party—sure—bring all the fried chicken and fixings you can carry.... Huh? What’d she say?”

She giggled and paused to listen further. “Just a minute an’ I’ll ask.”

Brenda took the phone from her ear. “Daddy, Grandpa Jack’s two granddaughters an’ him are over at Aunt Sandy and Uncle Greg’s visiting. Carrie wants to know if you’d like to fuck a blonde little hottie up the butt—so you and her can get acquainted?”

She paused for only a heartbeat. “Tell Carrie my Daddy’s dick just got harder than a baseball bat ... so I think the answer is yes.” <giggle> “Okay ... yeah ... we’re all cool—nobody else is coming by, so the coast is clear for anything ... I mean anything we want to do—okay ... okay ... okay—listen, Uncle Greg? I gotta go. <giggle> Yeah, ‘cause I’m laying on my back on the ping pong table and Daddy was licking me, but now he wants me to put my head over the edge so he can see how far down my throat I can take his cock ... yes I do know that’s a fun game, Uncle Gregg.” She almost ended the call at that point.

“OHHH! Uncle Greg!” she exclaimed. “Did you know my mom and dad used to be swingers? ...And not that long ago either! Us kids even know some of the people in the videos Dad and Mom have!” She listened. “Yeah, lots of videos ... and we get to look at them whenever we want. An’ guess what? Dad says we gotta get a new HD camera to take more of all a’ us! …Cameras on our phones just aren't gonna cut it. He said that. How ‘bout that, huh?”

“Yeah, we do have a safe to keep ‘em in, thank you very much for asking,” Brenda replied facetiously to something her uncle asked. “Sure ... I’ll tell Dad you’re bringing some DVDs over, sure!” She looked at her father meaningfully—this was his official, and only, notification. “Okay, I’ll tell him that too," Brenda said happily and snapped the cell phone shut without further conversation. "They'll be right over," she told her shocked parents.

She turned to her father, scooting down the ping pong table until the back of her head was off the edge. She reached over her head and grasped her father’s prick as she would a hammer.

"Uhhh, Daddy ... Uncle Greg says he hopes you’re going to have some cum left over for Melissa, Daddy. Uncle Greg says Melissa’s been in heat all week long, wanting to get at you for a good fuckin’!"

Brenda took a deep breath, relaxed all the muscles around her mouth she could ... and began feeding her father’s cock down her throat.

CHAPTER THREE

There are occasions when a component of any military operation comes unexpectedly upon an opponent formation that seems ripe for exploitation without any planning, preparation, or diversion of friendly assets. They’re called targets of opportunity.

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Stan peeked in his oldest daughter's bedroom, but only after Brenda called out her permission. When there weren’t any visitors around, the Rogers family didn’t bother with clothing, or closed doors, for that matter. But everyone, and especially Daddy Stan, was careful to observe the proprieties when they knew someone other than family members was in the house. They'd only been having family sex for a couple of weeks, but some rules and understandings had already been reached—one of them was that no outsider came into their house without everyone in the family knowing about it beforehand.

"Hi, girls," he said with a smile. "Whatcha up to?" Brenda’s best friend, Sherrie, was ensconced on the corner of the bed beside Brenda.

"Five feet, two—and a smidgen," his daughter replied. It was an old joke, one they'd shared for years.

"That's awful high to pile it, isn't it?" Stan retorted, from the same playbook.

Brenda sniffed derisively. "You can't pile 'cute' too high, Daddy dear," she said, running through the last line.

Stan laughed, grinning at the two teenage girls.

"Well, you two 'cute' young ladies need to wash up," he told them. "Dinner's going to be on the table in fifteen minutes ... and if you're late, you're going hungry," he said. " 'Cause I'm starving!” He clapped his hands together. "Chop, chop—hands to wash, hair to brush, things to take care of!" he admonished. He waved a hand vaguely to indicate all the other girl-things that needed taking care of but weren’t going to be mentioned. He pursed his lips and blew a chaste kiss at his fifteen-year-old daughter, smiled, and closed the door.

"Oh, God," Sherrie Paxton said, after waiting for Brenda’s dad’s footsteps to fade as he went down the hallway. "Your daddy's soooo ... so much a hunk!" she told her girlfriend, wringing her hands in frustration. Her pretty face was distressed.

Brenda looked at Sherrie speculatively. Sherrie had confessed to Brenda that she'd had a crush on Brenda’s father since she turned eleven—she was fourteen now. Brenda ordinarily rolled her eyes and shrugged off Sherrie’s protestations of deep feelings and desires. But now.... Things were different now, at least in the Rogers’ home.

Brenda thought fast ... or maybe it was some ideas that’d been floating around in her mind coalesced suddenly into a coherent whole. She looked up into the far corner of the room so Sherrie wouldn’t see something in her eyes which was prudent, because Brenda’s thoughts quickly turned speculative ... and a sudden lusty glow would have definitely gleamed bright in Brenda’s eyes for Sherrie to see. And that wouldn’t do ... not for the moment, anyway.

…‘Cause Sherrie wasn’t an only child. Besides Sherrie’s widower father, Sherrie had two brothers and a sister in her family. Fifteen-year-old Carl, Junior was a witty, friendly, and well-built young man ... his thirteen-year-old brother, Tim, was a husky boy, taller and stronger than most his age, with a ready grin. Diane Paxton was the baby of the family, twelve-years-old, with naturally full and pouty lips Brenda knew her brothers had fantasized about over the years.

And Carl, Senior, wasn’t a man who frightened kids and small dogs either. He’d gotten over his wife’s passing and attracted a steady stream of girlfriends who visited Carl’s home, and then were gone. None of them lasted past a third date for some reason—Brenda didn’t know any of the particulars.

When Brenda didn't say anything, and patted Sherrie’s forearm sympathetically, Sherrie clutched at her friend's hands and drew Brenda closer across the bedspread.

"Brenda, please," Sherrie wailed in a loud whisper. "You just gotta help me," she moaned.

"Help what, Sherrie?" Brenda asked carefully. The ball had been deftly slapped back into Sherrie’s court. If Sherrie wanted some help, she was going to have to identify some definite goals and things she wanted Brenda to do.

“Uhhhhhhh,” Sherrie breathed, obviously frustrated. Her fingers intertwined nervously and her eyes shifted nervously all around. Then she edged even closer to Brenda. Their hips and thighs touched and stayed in a warm, comfortable contact.

"Can you keep a secret?" Sherrie asked finally.

"You know I can, Sherrie," Brenda returned. "Remember when Billy Jenkins and you were playing 'hide the wiener' that time behind your garage?" she asked.

"Billy is so ... juvenile," Sherrie said dismissively, sniffing. “I don’t have a clue why I wanted to even talk to him—I don’t anymore.”

She took a deep breath. "Are you my best friend in the whole world?" she asked Brenda.

"I think so," Brenda said emphatically. “I never told about Billy ... or any of the other things you didn’t want anyone else to know about ... did I?” She smiled to lower the intensity a little.

"And I think I really must be, ‘cause if I wasn't, I'd have left you sitting here and ran downstairs by now. My mom's making pot roast tonight and Dad wasn't kidding when he said we might have to do without ... he LOVES pot roast!"

"Promise you won't say anything?" Sherrie said imploringly.

"Okay!" Brenda replied warmly.

"I want to ... make love ... to your dad," Sherrie whispered.

"You do?" Brenda asked, her eyebrows arching high on her forehead. “I wouldn’t have ever guessed that!” Brenda quipped and grinned. It'd been something more than obvious for a long time now.

Sherrie nodded through instant tears. "Don't hate me, okay?" she said. Brenda's attempt at humor had passed by completely unnoticed.

"Oh ... I don't hate you," Brenda said absentmindedly, patting Sherrie's hand. She looked closely at her friend. They’d actually been close friends since kindergarten.

"But sugar, my dad's a grown up," she said slowly. "Not like Billy ... " she added. "He's a LOT older and bigger—down there—ya know...?"

"So?" Sherrie asked, as if she'd been insulted. "I like older men," she told Brenda.

"So do your own father and leave mine alone!!" Brenda snapped. Inspiration had struck between two ticks of the clock and Brenda hadn’t waited to ponder whether she should say this or not.

"I'm tired of doin’...." Sherrie cut off whatever she'd been about to say, but Brenda had heard.

When Sherrie clapped her hands to her mouth, it was confirmed.

"Ahhhh, okay ... I see!" Brenda said, leaning back on her elbows and smiling lazily at her girlfriend. "I get it! Tired of doing your dad, huh? Wantin' more big cocks and you've decided you want my Daddy to poke his thing up your pussy, haven't you, girlfriend?"

"No ... that's not what I meant," Sherrie said quickly. "I didn't say that, Brenda!"

"…Almost did!" Brenda replied dismissively. Sherrie wasn’t going to throw Brenda off track. "And it's true, isn't it?" She spoke softly and grinned gently. She didn’t want to scare Sherrie into bolting out of the house and back to her own home.

Sherrie's eyes were floating in unshed tears. Being ambushed by her best friend had her totally confused. She slumped, almost crying now. "Please don't tell anyone," she whispered.

"Has your dad been making you do it with 'im?" Brenda demanded suspiciously.

Sherrie shook her head vigorously. "No ... we like doing it with him," she said, and then caught herself again. Her face wilted.

"WE???” Brenda fastened on the word like a barracuda lashing out. She smiled licentiously, more than happy with what she was discovering about her friend. Who knew—obviously, things were going on next door and Brenda had never suspected. Course, that went both ways....

“Cool!” Brenda remarked casually. “I see. You and little sister, huh?" Brenda asked, knowing the answer already.

Sherrie nodded miserably. There was a thin crease on her forehead, a frown trying to develop. It was beginning to occur to her Brenda wasn’t reacting quite right. She was way too tolerant, for one thing.

"Does Diane like doing your dad too?" Brenda asked serenely.

The frown deepened on Sherrie’s forehead. "Yeahhhhhh," she answered slowly, drawing the one-syllable out to the length of three words. "Dad's nice," she said. "He never hurts us even a little....”

“And your brothers...?” Brenda added.

Sherrie nodded. “Them too,” she said dejectedly. She'd let so much out this evening. On the other hand… her friend wasn't acting like she was pissed off. Brenda didn't even seem a little bit upset. Sherrie cocked her head to one side, watching Brenda carefully. Heck, Brenda was still smiling lazily—really, really pleased with herself for some reason.

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Sherrie asked faintly.

"Oh, heck yeah ... I'm going to tell everyone in the whole fuckin’ family," Brenda retorted, grinning nastily.

Sherri thought the remark was sarcastic. Her look of relief faded when she saw how animated Brenda had become. Brenda wasn’t kidding—not at all.

Brenda jumped and stood looking down at her friend with a impish little grin. "I'm going to tell Dad and Mom, and Ryan, of course ... you have no idea how much he's been wanting to play with you ... and ... well, I'm going to tell everyone in the house," she finished.

A dumbfounded Sherrie watched as Brenda began stripping off her top and shorts.

"Hurry up," Brenda urged. "My Daddy's going to be so surprised!” she gloated. "And you're going to simply love his cock—is it okay if he fucks you instead of 'making love'?" Brenda added. "We're soooo not into making love—except Mom and Dad do that with each other."

Sherrie was frozen in place. Her eyes wide and jaws gapping, she stared at her, now nude, best girlfriend.

Brenda smirked at Sherrie. "Why aren't you getting naked for my Daddy?"

"You're serious?" Sherrie gasped. "For real?"

"Honey, if you ain't stark, starin' naked in about ten seconds," Brenda responded, "I'm gonna go down and get my Daddy to put his cock inside me, 'stead a’ you, and honey, I ain’t just a’ talkin’ to hear myself being smart—so get a move on girlfriend!"

Sherrie was almost convinced Brenda wasn’t kidding—not in the least. Brenda had opened her bedroom door casually and was standing in the doorway, posing with a hand on her hip, and anyone passing by could see!

And then Todd walked into view, coming down the hall past his big sister’s door. He saw his naked sister talking to Sherrie and almost skidded to a stop. His face betrayed concern. The rules were pretty specific and Brenda shouldn’t be doing anything that might reveal what the family was up to....

Brenda threw her arm around her little brother, brought him to her body and wrapped him up in a lover’s embrace. She gave him a deep, long kiss. Brenda deftly unzipped Todd’s shorts and delivered his young prick out into the open air. She played with it, jacking her brother’s penis into a burgeoning hard-on.

She looked over her shoulder at Sherrie. “You see how things are here in the Rogers’ house?” she inquired sweetly.

Brenda turned back to Todd. “Sherrie just told me she’s been fucking her dad and her brothers too ... and so is Diane,” she said confidingly. “And she wants Daddy to fuck her brains out—whaddya think?” She grinned broadly.

Todd blinked, shot a glance at Sherrie and then asked, “Diane, too?”

“Her too,” Brenda replied.

“Cool!” Todd remarked. His hard cock was jutting proudly out his zipper now, and Sherrie was staring in appreciation.

“We don’t need to have clothes on tonight,” Brenda told her brother. “You can go back and get naked, brother.” She bent to kiss the head of Todd’s cock and then released it.

Putting her hands on her naked, undulating hips, Brenda grinned lewdly at Sherrie. “You still got all your clothes on? Tsk-Tsk! Daddy’s gonna think you don’t want him to fuck you for desert tonight!”

That galvanized a still slightly confounded Sherrie into action. In seconds, she stood nude beside her friend. A trembling smile spread across her lips.

Todd’s eyes wandered over Sherrie’s exposed body. He licked his lips in anticipation. This really was going to happen. He vanished, headed back to his room to take off his shirt and pants. The rules for tonight were changed, and for the good.

Brenda looked her best friend over carefully. The bra lines on Sherrie's young breasts would fade in a few minutes. Her Daddy would love his surprise. Brenda stepped close and, to Sherrie's surprise, kissed her on the lips.

"You remember when we were kids and messed around with some girl-on-girl stuff?" Brenda asked. Sherrie nodded. "Well, we don't have any rules about that not being okay in this house," Brenda told the girl. "So if you have any problems with it, you better say so now."

Sherrie shook her head, looking down a little shyly.

Todd walked briskly past the doorway again, on his way downstairs. He glanced in and grinned happily, but didn’t stop.

"Good," Brenda said, satisfied. "'Cause I think you're going to just LOVE the way Mom licks pussy," Brenda said. "Have you ever used a dildo or a strap-on to fuck another girl?" she asked.

Brenda took her friend's hand in hers and started out the door. Brenda paused at the top of the stairs, listening. The comfortable rumble of conversation floating up from the dining room abruptly ceased. Todd had apparently arrived.

Brenda gave it a minute. "TWO NAKED GIRLS COMING DOWNSTAIRS," Brenda bawled at the top of her lungs. "WE'RE AWFUL HORNY ... AND WE'RE AWFUL HUNGRY!" she yelled. "NOT NECESSARILY IN THAT ORDER...."

There was a moment of silence.

"I THINK WE CAN TAKE CARE OF BOTH THOSE PROBLEMS," Brenda's dad called back up.

He waited for a second, but clearly didn't hear any noise on the stairwell. "YOU CAN START HURRYING ANY TIME NOW!"

The two naked teenaged girls trotted eagerly down the stairs.

CHAPTER FOUR

In a campaign, planning occasionally focuses too intently on one particular target that seems worth the expenditure of precious resources. All the right steps in the planning process are taken, the goal appears attainable and the necessary assets to accomplish the mission are in place. Sometimes, though, obstacles just keep piling up. And then, in the middle of the operational phase, a better target presents itself ... one that wasn't even considered before.

In other words ... sometimes you just get lucky.

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While Sandy and Greg Pearson were mounting what turned out to be a successful campaign to add the Roger's family to their growing society of family-sex practitioners, Grandpa Jack studied everything Sandy could tell him about her big brother. Grandpa Jack didn’t know Mr. Aaron Campbell and his wife, Irene, but by all appearances, both Campbell parents were attractive, well-grounded adults ... successful in their chosen careers and socially too. They disciplined their six children when they had to, trusted them when they could, and encouraged them to develop as they would.

Disappointingly, from Grandpa Jack and his new clan's point of view of, Aaron and Irene seemed to be unduly, well ... prudish. There just didn’t seem to be any ‘hook’ that could be used to insert ideas about kids and parents having sex together. On the other hand, Grandpa Jack wondered what was going on subliminally. Because none of the six Campbell children sure as heck had the slightest difficulty with the concept. Did that mean the parents might also be amenable…?

Irene was a knockout—sexy as hell in Grandpa Jack’s educated estimation, and the girls all assured Grandpa Jack, Aaron was a hunk. But Irene always wore a demure one-piece swimsuit and Aaron was always the perfect gentleman. Sandy, in their youth together and even more currently, had seen any number of girls virtually throw themselves at Aaron’s feet, but he never seemed to notice….

As far as anyone could see, there weren't any openings for anyone outside the family to seduce Aaron or Irene to acquaint them with the rewards of having sex with kids. There didn’t seem to be any way of Aaron or Irene’s children sparking something from inside, either. It was all very disappointing.

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Elaine and Donald Campbell wandered into their Aunt Sandy's kitchen looking for something to eat. The eleven-year-old girl and her almost nine-year-old brother had just finished an energetic fuck in the Pearson's living room and the kids were hungry. The brother and sister had practiced their sibling fucking out at Grandpa Jack's campground and sharpened their skills whenever they could—especially when they visited their Uncle Greg and Aunt Sandy. While the kids munched on sandwiches on barstools at the counter and scarfed up quantities of chips, they listened to the discussion ... which had been dying for a while now—for lack of anything to say.

"We'll keep working on it," Grandpa Jack said, looking Jeff and Payton Campbell in the eyes, and then glanced at Elaine and Donny so they were included in what he was saying. "We're not giving up ... we just haven't found the key yet. We'll get there! I promise!"

Donald finished a fistful of potato chips and poured half a can of soda down his throat. "I don't know what's so tough about gettin’ Dad interested in little girls anyway," he said scornfully.

Grandpa Jack and the others around the kitchen table turned to look at him.

"Don—" thirteen-year-old Jeff began, intending to scold his younger sibling.

"Whoa there, Kemosabe!” Grandpa Jack interjected. “Why do you say that, Donald?"

It was a strange thing for a young son to say about his apparently straight-laced father. Perhaps ... it was vaguely possible the boy had seen something in their Dad's behavior that would unlock the puzzle?

"Dad likes to look at pictures of little girls makin’ it with dudes," Donald announced. He sniffed derisively. "Doesn't that mean he’d prob’ly like doin’ it with all the girls around here?"

"Well, it certainly might! And that’s a fact!" Grandpa Jack replied, intrigued. "Why do you say your dad likes looking at little-girl sex pictures ... did you see him looking at some online?"

"Nope," Donald said, "but he's got a ton of dirty pictures of girls having sex with boys and lots a' grownups too." He got down from the tall barstool. "Wanta see?"

"Absolutely!" Grandpa Jack said. He grinned. It was his first smile in a long time.

Donald raced from the kitchen to find his clothes. He dug into his jeans' pocket and ran back to the kitchen.

"There!" he said, slapping the old print down on the kitchen table. “All I took was one a’ them, but there’s bunches just like this,” he explained.

Everyone put their heads close together to examine what Donald brought with him today.

Though the colors were faded, the print was clearly of a young girl—no more than eight or nine—sitting astride an adult male. The picture had captured a moment when the man's penis could be seen deep inside the girl as she rose off it. The man’s long, slender-looking prick was clearly soaked with little-girl juices. The film of body fluids glistened in the glare of the camera’s flash. The man's face couldn't be seen, but the girl was beaming happily at the camera, quite obviously happy and thrilled to be doing what she was doing.

"Well ... that sure looks like something to build on," Grandpa Jack remarked. "What are you doing with it, son?"

"I just like it," Donald said defensively. "It's the only one I took and I don't let anyone see it, 'cept you all here, and I look at it in my room sometimes...."

"But where did you get that?" Payton asked sharply. Her face was a chalky white.

"In the basement ... that place behind the furnace, ya know? There's a whole big suitcase with pictures like that in it," Donald explained

Payton looked again at the picture, then walked out of the kitchen. "Aunt Sandy ... I need to use the computer, okay? " Payton called over her shoulder.

The whole group in the kitchen decamped and followed Payton to the Pearson's computer study, wondering what the twelve-year-old was doing. Turned on the scanner and set the old photograph on the glass plate. She scanned the photo at 600 dpi and saved it to a file, then went on-line. She went to her family’s web page, selected all the photos in the gallery and downloaded them. In another minute, she’d scrolled through the images to find the one she wanted and loaded it in a viewer. It was a washed out picture of a young red-haired girl in a short sundress smiling a toothy grin at the camera.

Payton clicked and dragged the image of the little girl fucking the unknown man into the viewer so the two photos were side by side. She leaned back and waved at the screen with both hands, presenting the two pictures to the breathless group of naked people looking over her shoulder.

The little girls’ faces were clearly an exact match.

“That’s our Mom?” Donny exploded. “Wow!”

Payton stared at the screen for a moment, then jerked into motion again. She discarded the picture of their mother in the sun dress and called up another one to compare to the photo Donald had found. She magnified the images, focusing in on the man’s arm in both images. There was no doubt about what she’d found.

Jeff broke the silence. “Grandpa Jack, meet Grandpa Martin,” he remarked, “...Mom’s dad....”

“Mom was riding Grandpa’s cock in that picture you found, Donny,” Payton said wonderingly. “Mom was fucking Grandpa ... her Daddy?”

"Yeah, kinda like what you want to do with your father, huh Payton?” Grandpa Jack reminded the young teenager.

“...And just how cool is that?!!" Grandpa Jack chortled.

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Irene Campbell closed the bedroom door behind her back, leaned on the doorframe for a moment and took a deep breath. She seemed to glide toward her husband, rather than walk. When he looked up, she paused and posed for Aaron, knowing he liked to look at her body.

Aaron was sitting on the bed in pajamas. He’d just pulled the TV remote from the top drawer but, seeing his wife, he dropped it back in and grinned happily. They wouldn’t be watching any TV before going to sleep tonight.

The sheer black babydoll Irene was wearing had almost as much chance of hiding Irene's charms as a pane of window glass. Her 38-C breasts were bobbing with each step; they bobbed and swayed with her body’s motion. Her ruby-tinted, already-erect, nipples were plainly visible. Her husband, Aaron could see her sex beneath the black gauze. Irene didn’t like fur on her body anywhere south of her scalp and she’d spent a small fortune having laser work done on the tiniest hint of hair. It looked good on her—really, really good. Irene minced forward, smiling seductively at her husband.

Irene Campbell was one of THOSE redheads—she had a ‘peaches and cream’ complexion, a body still flat-bellied and slender after a slew of kids, a pair of long, shapely legs, and breasts that almost seem too big for her chest. Irene stood 5'7" in her bare feet, big boned, but without an extra ounce of flesh on her body. Her red hair fell loosely past her shoulders, a lock or two were in front, resting lightly on her upper breasts.

"Jesus, baby!" he said, almost reverently. "You are one gorgeous woman!" He meant it. He frowned. "Where the heck were you?" Irene had come in from the hallway, not from the master bedroom's bathroom.

"Talking with the kids," Irene explained shortly. She sat in her husband’s lap and put her left arm around his neck.

"In that?!!" Aaron was astounded. He chuckled. "Giving the boys a quick lesson in female anatomy, were you?" he said lightly. He cocked his head to one side and grinned. "Were they drooling all over themselves when you left or what?"

"Almost as much as their father does—is," Irene smiled.

"I am not drooling," Aaron asserted virtuously, wiping his chin to make sure. "I'm simply moistening my lips so when I kiss that beauteous, hot, lovely pussy a' yours, I don't cause any friction burns!"

Irene sat on her husband's lap. Her breasts were convenient for Aaron to fondle and she spread her legs for him to explore between her thighs if he wanted to.

Behind closed doors, Irene never denied her husband anything he wanted to do. They kissed a long, satisfying, lover's kiss.

"Your sister came over this afternoon," Irene began, finally breaking the kiss.

"Was she dressed like you are?" Aaron quipped. He thought he was making a funny. When Irene didn't immediately answer, he was surprised, and alerted. Something was up.

"No," Irene said in a small voice, "…she had on a yellow bikini bottom and a T-shirt with one of the corners tied with a rubber band right under her rips, right here....” She demonstrated arching her back and indicating a place just below the short ribs on her right side. The motion thrust her breasts into greater prominence; her left boob was nearly touching Aaron’s lips. “...And after a while, she didn't have ... well … after a while she didn't have anything on."

After envisioning what his sister had worn to come visit his wife, just how Irene had finished her description finally penetrated. Aaron's eyes widened. Irene had his full attention now.

"Gregg came over with her, " Irene continued, “and their kids were here too ... and a little while after they got here, they all took their clothes off.” She said coolly. She paused, leaned in to kiss Aaron’s surprised lips. She lifted her body off his thighs and reached down to grope her husband. His dick was already hard. Instead of sitting back down, she sat beside him and kept her fingers wrapped around his penis.

“...And then our kids took off their clothes too,” she continued. When Aaron didn’t respond immediately, she took a deep breath to make another remark....

Aaron held up his right hand.

"Okay … let’s back up a minute here. My sister, Sandy? ... and her whole family came over—Sandy was in a bikini; then she and Gregg ... and all their kids got naked—and then all a’ our kids did too?" Aaron asked. “Do I have that right?”

Irene nodded slowly. She stared worriedly at her husband.

Aaron’s face was blank; his eyes had a thousand-yard stare in them as he gazed at the far wall. Slowly, a delighted grin crossed his features.

"I guess I should take an afternoon off now and then, huh?" he asked blithely. "My little sister really came over her almost naked, and then she stripped right down to the buff? Sandy did that?" he asked in a strangled voice, almost beside himself. He couldn’t stop grinning.

Irene nodded again. Her eyes narrowed. Aaron was taking this awfully well.

"Damn," Aaron muttered. "I wish I'd a' been here to see that!" he said regretfully. He collected himself. “You know I love your boobs, Sugar,” he said loyally, “but you have no idea how hard I tried to look at Sandy’s titties when I was a kid ... God! I used to get a hard-on if Sandy walked between me and a strong light and I could see her body outlined and—“ Aaron controlled himself. He was, after all, a husband talking to his wife ... who was trying to talk to him about something important.

Irene nodded. There’d been a lot of pillow talk through the years and there wasn’t much about Aaron’s tender years she didn’t know about—what she didn’t know, she could guess at, and this latest revelation didn’t surprise her that much. In fact, it made it a tad easier to broach the subject she needed to talk about with her husband.

She moistened her lips. Aaron might not be so understanding about what happened next in his sister’s afternoon’s visit.

"Well, that wasn't everything, baby...," Irene began slowly. "Uhhhh, Greg ... uh, after a little while—after they got all naked and stuff—Greg and Natasha ... they....” She stopped for a moment, trying to read her husband’s expression, but Aaron wasn’t giving her any clues.

“Aaron ... I looked around and Greg was bending his daughter over the kitchen table and ... and ... and she asked ... Natasha asked ... if it was okay if they ... had sex like that in our kitchen 'cause sometimes she dribbled an’ it made a wet spot in the floor and I said it was okay 'cause we had mops ... and Sandy said she adopted a Daddy and she said she fucked Shawn in a restaurant while her new ‘Daddy’ fucked his two granddaughters there too ... and then Shawn fucked Danielle right on the kitchen table and made a wet spot on the table...."

Irene said it all in one long sentence and had to breathe deep when she was finished. Her color was a little better. She'd held all this in for hours and getting it out was liberating.

Aaron didn’t react. His eyes blinked, his dick was harder than ever in her hand, but he didn’t say anything.

"I washed it up," Irene added hesitantly. “Uh ... I mean the puddle. She and Gregg did make a puddle....”

"Okay ... okay...," Aaron murmured, patting his wife's hand. He pulled in a deep lungful of air.

"Sandy ... my dear, dear little sister,” he said finally. “ My Sandy ... fucked her son ... in a restaurant ... and some guy fucked his granddaughters in the restaurant at the same time?" Aaron marveled.

He laughed heartily. “Damn, honey! We gotta get out more, don’t we!" He delivered his wife’s right breast from its insubstantial covering. He generally pinched her already-hard nipples. They were the size of the end of his forefinger and rolling them in his fingers made them harder and coaxed them into standing even taller.

Irene didn't know what to say ... except.... She wet her lips. Aaron playing with her breasts was making a wet glow grow even wetter and hotter.

"Aaron—that wasn’t everything. After Gregg did that, then Sandy ... then your sister let our Jeff stick his thing in her ass and I watched them but I couldn't stop them and all the girls were letting all the boys put their cocks in their mouths ... and their pussies ... and ... and, Aaron—they scanned all the pictures in the suitcase you told me we should burn...."

<'And there it is,> Aaron thought to himself. <So we're finally having that talk, are we?'>

He'd been playing with Irene, dodging and weaving his way through the conversation. Being unpredictable was about the only way he ever made any points with Irene. She could usually anticipate everything he would say and usually work him around to her point of view. He grinned, to himself and to the whole world too. Irene didn’t know it quite yet, but she was going to get him to agree to everything she wanted to do about the taboo naughtiness in her kitchen this afternoon.

Aaron settled himself down on his back on the bed. He stroked his wife’s back, then what he could reach of her thigh.

"You know ... my little sister always reminded me of a singer with one of those all-girl bands that was popular when we were growing up," Aaron told Irene calmly.

Irene's darted glances into the far corners of the room, wondering where this was coming from. She wasn't sure he was really listening to her. And this was IMPORTANT!! She had to frown again. Her husband's comments sounded kind of—had Aaron been drinking or something.

"The girl group had a video," Aaron continued. "It was about something ... 'Walk Like' ... hmmmm ... 'Walk Like something' ... I can't remember what all ... but Sandy was the spittin' image of that little brunette lead singer—she was so tiny next to the other singers, cute and cuddly to the max. …Really nice legs, perky little tits, BIG ol' eyes ... I must a' watched the video on TV a hundred times, and it always made me so horny I couldn't see straight ... and I always thought of Sandy when I watched it—and when I jacked off watchin' it," he confessed, “which was often” he concluded.

When Irene would have said something, Aaron pulled her arm until she lowered herself to the bed beside him. He put two fingertips gently against her lips. His right hand slipped lower and settled on her breast, then drifted lower.

"I think I can tell you what Sandy told you, honey. Sandy knew immediately what the pictures meant, didn't she? She ... or someone ... recognized at least some of the people in those photos?"

Irene nodded. Sandy hadn't minced any words. Irene cleared her throat. “She showed me some of them—and pointed out Dad and me….”

"Uh-huh ... and Sandy suggested you might want to go back, as it were, to when you and your parents, and whoever else, were all doing those nasty-naughty things together all the time, didn’t she?" Aaron grinned. "And then she demonstrated to you that she's ... embraced ... that lifestyle, right—when her husband fucked her daughter right in front of her?" Aaron laughed delightedly. “And then she invited us to join in without saying so, when she let our boy fuck her ass, didn’t she?”

Irene nodded. So Aaron had been listening ... and he'd gotten to where she was going before she had.

"And you do want to join in, don't you? You want to start having sex again with lots a’ guys again ... and even with girls ... just about any time of the day or night ... whenever the urge strikes—with our own kids, or with Sandy's pretend grandfather, or … whoever else, right?” Aaron demanded softly, holding his wife's eyes with his. He slid his hand lower down his wife’s rounded belly until the tips of his fingers were almost touching her pussy lips.

Irene nodded again, almost unwillingly at first. Then it became more animated ... more enthusiastic. "I do," she whispered. Her face lit with excitement. “It’s just soooo hot, honey ... being naked all the time and fucking and sucking whoever’s in the same mood....”

She paused, looking at the ceiling. She didn’t know how Aaron was going to take this next tidbit.

"Baby, you just don't know what it's like to have your own father putting his ... thing ... inside you and loving you and making you just explode with the wonderfulness...."

"Well, no, I won’t ever know what that is like," Aaron said dryly. He chuckled.

"On the other hand, my Mom was a foxy little cougar right up to the day she died ... and I’ve always thought my Dad sneaked into the hospital and laid her the night before she passed! She sure had a really ... pleased look on her face the next morning....” Aaron paused, thinking of days long since behind him. He cuddled closer to his wife.

“I’ll tell you something I never told anyone before,” he whispered in her ear. “I would not have minded shoving my little ding-a-ling in her when I was a kid," Aaron admitted. He had two fingers probing Irene’s cunt, rhythmically working them in and out, then around inside her.

Irene’s vagina was sopping wet; her labia were already a deep coral and darkening fast. Her breath was coming in short, quick—almost gasps.

Aaron smiled meditatively. "And I fantasized being able to do Sandy right after a fantasy fuck of my Mom—I wanted to do Sandy right there on the bed beside Mom while she watched," he added dreamily.

"Aaron ... are you saying...?"

"Baby...,"Aaron said quietly, tenderly. “...I was pretty sure when I married you you’d want to start again someday.

"…And then I knew it when you wouldn't even consider destroying those old photos you showed me. Yeah, I knew this day would come," Aaron told her.

He frowned. "I just thought it'd be a lot sooner ... what with Jeff exploring and puttin' his nose into every corner of the house ... I thought sure he'd find those old pictures years ago. It’s not like that old trunk had an actual functioning lock on it, you know?" He snickered. “Yeah, you do know, ‘cause you wouldn’t let me change it.”

Irene didn't know whether to be pleased this was all going so easily or whether to be pissed off at her husband's insight into the way her mind worked. "Well ... what else did you know was going to happen?" she asked, a little resentment beginning to rise in her voice. Irene hated being predictable.

Aaron grinned. "Well ... from the way you came in here 'dressed' like a teenagers wet dream, I knew you were going to get your way," Aaron answered cheerfully, " 'cause you always win discussions that start out with you naked," he remarked.

"So this is me, letting you have your way ... again," Aaron continued, "and I like that, by the way ... I always like it when you get your way ... naked," he added, grinning ferociously. He rose on an elbow and captured a nipple between his lips and teased it with his tongue. His fingers were pistoning in and out of Irene’s overflowing cunt.

Irene stiffened and instinctively pushed her breast deeper into her husband's mouth. Her hips were writhing, undulating up, down, and around in response to her husband’s fingers.

Thoroughly distracted from her indignation, Irene nuzzled her breasts into her husband's face. "You understand—" She had to break off when Aaron's teeth gently nipped at her nipple.

"You understand ... you're going to have sex with your very own daughters if we do this—not just with your sister and her kids, right?"

“Just call me one nasty, perverted father, a dirty old man ... and a nasty brother ... and a pervy uncle ... and—did I cover all the bases?" He shot back, chuckling. “I’ve had years to think all this over,” Aaron assured her. “And if you were going to convince me that we should make our family into what your family was ... then I knew I was going to fuck my daughters—“

"…And you know the boys are gonna...."

Aaron nodded. "Absolutely! That was understood too.” He looked at her slyly. “Actually, I'm going to live vicariously through them, thinking of how hot it would have been to ram my little dickie up inside my Mom's wet pussy!"

Irene struggled from under her husband, off the bed, and walked quickly to the intercom button above the light switch beside the bedroom door. She lost the negligee halfway to the door.

"KIDS?" she yelled peremptorily. "If you want some naked time with your mom and dad ... BETTER GET HUMPING!!"

There were a series of girlish squeals, several all right’s and what were probably some high fives being made.

"WE'RE COMINGGGGGGG!!" Payton wailed. The intercom cut off.

Seconds later the bedroom door slammed open and six naked kids burst inside, splitting right and left. The boys gathered in a mass around their mother where she'd settled on the easy chair and the girls leaped on the bed where their father was laying propped up on the pillows ... after shedding his pajamas.

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Aaron Campbell called his sister late the next morning.

"Hey, Sis," Aaron said cheerfully, "I guess I don’t have to tell you, your naked little drama play worked, big time!” He laughed. “All I can say is, you sure brought something out in my Irene. She’s happier than I’ve seen her in a long time … almost serene, ya know? …Like something bothering her has finally been settled….”

“And on another note, dear sister... I’m pretty sure it's about danged time I got you in the sack, huh? I don’t mind tellin’ you—it’s something I’ve wanted to do for so, so long, sugar puss.” He chuckled.

“All my boys say they already have, so now you've made me jealous of my own sons!" he said jovially. "So ... what's up with this family sexing thing, huh? How come we didn't do this when we were kids? And when do we get together, sister, dear ... hmmmm?"

There was a long pause while Sandy tried to absorb everything.

"And good morning to you too, big brother," Sandy said slowly. "Aaron, don't you think you should be a little more ... circumspect on the phone?" Sandy asked exasperatedly.

"Oh, you're right," he responded, "I sorry!”

“So ... when do we all get together?" he asked, brazenly. He clearly wasn't that concerned.

“How's this afternoon sound?" she said finally.

"That’s cool! We got steaks, salad, all the fixin's if you guys have the charcoal and BBQ pit," Aaron suggested. “And the shades all pulled down in the house, of course,” he added.

Sandy smile at the unabashed glee in Aaron's voice. "How 'bout you get your butt in gear and get your ass over here?" she asked.

"That's my favorite sister!" Aaron crowed approvingly. "Answer your doorbell naked, okay?"

Sandy giggled. "You got it, stud," she said. She broke the connection.

The front doorbell chimed.

CHAPTER FIVE

Brett and Candice Winston cut short their world tour when the typhoon smashed into Japan. There was chaos all over Southeast Asia and several factories they were scheduled to visit, just didn't exist anymore.

So, they were home three weeks earlier than they'd planned, but they were tired, jet-lagged, travel-worn and dazed. It didn't take much talking by Grandpa Jack to convince them the twins should stay with him another couple of weeks to give his daughter and son-in-law some time to recover.

The world travelers felt guilty about not having seen their daughters for a long time though. They quickly accepted the invitation to come to Grandpa Jack's ranch house at the beginning of the third week instead of staying home and having to think about going back to work real soon.

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"Hi, Daddy," the sexy voice said breezily.

Startled, Candace turned to find out who'd spoken. When she moved, a young, delicately slender brunette slipped past her to throw her arms around Candace's father’s neck and plant a juicy kiss on his lips. Candace's lips tightened perceptibly.

And then, to Candace's horror, her father responded to the kiss shamelessly. And, it didn’t look like it was the first kiss they'd shared either. While Candace watched, her dad actually pulled the woman tight against him and gave the woman at least as hot a kiss as he got.

Candace shifted closer to the pair, wondering how to break them apart. There was a lot about this she didn't approve of.

Daddy, for instance, was a term reserved only for her father's offspring. Candace knew all three of her sisters, and this woman was not one of them. All of Mom's daughters had coal-black hair, for instance—except for Joanne who'd dyed hers red that time—and their hair hung down between their shoulder blades. This leggy, diminutive young woman had brown hair.

And none of Momma's children smiled quite as sexily at their father like this stranger was doing to Candace's Dad.

"Hi, Baby," Grandpa Jack said to the young woman. "Glad you could make it," he added.

He looked around. "HEY, Candace!" he called, "come meet your 'sister'—I got adopted a couple months ago," he said proudly. He laughed!

Candace got a tight hug from her dad—kissed him and was kissed in return—but she wasn't mollified. She slid around to her father’s left side, keeping her left hand on Daddy’s chest and plastered herself against him. She pillowed a breast on his lower chest and pressed the other against his ribs. Bending her knees imperceptibly, she began rubbing herself against Daddy’s body, moving so slowly, one had to be watching closely to detect the motion. Her hand moved, slowly stroking Daddy’s chest in gentle circles—not that Candace was aware of anything she was doing....

"Hello," the woman said pleasantly, "I'm Sandy," she said. "I've heard soooo much about you," she added. "Your father is very proud of you."

Candace beamed. She was thoroughly delighted. "Oh my," she said. "I'm sure my Daddy exaggerates a little," she said modestly.

Candace didn't like the smile Sandy gave her just then. It was like this Sandy woman knew exactly what Candace was thinking ... and Sandy wasn't dismayed in the least.

"I don't know if you remember honey, we met Sandy and her husband ... and her brood ... at the restaurant when you dropped off the kids. Remember that time?" Grandpa Jack asked his daughter.

Candace looked sharply at Sandy. In spite of the number of strangers she'd met over the past month and a half, she did recall the scene at the restaurant, now that her attention had been drawn to it. Her lips tightened. The woman and all the scantily clad young girls with her—yeah, Candace remembered very clearly.

And this Sandy person hadn't been what you'd call decently covered today, either. Candace was wearing the black one-piece she usually did in her father's swimming pool, but Sandy was in a yellow string bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Candace's jaws tightened.

"We got to be pretty good friends while y'all were gone," Grandpa Jack rambled on, oblivious of the sparks glowing in Candace's eyes. "Heck, we even went camping ... you remember the place out by the dried-up creek ... and the noisy bridge there? We had a great time," Candace's father remarked, looking back up at the house. "Where're the kids, Sandy?"

As if that was a signal—it was, actually—a big group of young children came pouring out the patio door, across the redwood deck, and down the slight down-slope to the swimming pool.

Candace's jaws torqued a little tighter when she saw the skimpy bikinis even the youngest of Sandy's daughters were wearing. It got even worse when Candace saw her own twin daughters were wearing bikinis just as scanty. The twelve-year-olds were brazenly exhibiting their young bodies to everyone.

Candace gasped when she noticed the boys had on speedos, rather than the baggy suits most guys wore swimming these days. Candace thought speedos were something ugly, hairy guys on the Continent wore; maybe they were making inroads over here? On second look, they weren't quite as tight, nor as skimpy as water polo or competitive swimmer's attire ... but they sure didn’t hide the fact that these young boys, and their fathers, had penises. She didn’t quite know what to think about that.

The kids ran past them where they stood beside the BBQ pit and picnicking area, screaming at the top of their lungs. Jumping, whirling, and dancing all the way, the healthy children were putting on a show.

Candace's eyes closed in mortification. Her father's eyes were following them all the way down the hill toward the swimming pool, yelling just as loud, and encouraging the youngsters on and cavorting just like they were. Candace couldn't chastise the girls right now.

"Hi, I'm Greg," a deep, male voice said close to Candace's ear. "You must be Candace," he said.

Candace spun around, to find herself looking a man she remembered from the restaurant. But he hadn't been standing up at the time. Now he was ... and he was already so far inside her comfort zone, Candace was instantly at a disadvantage.

She involuntarily glanced down, and the man was dressed in the same sort of semi-speedo the boys were wearing, except that this one was filled with a very adult male sex organ. Candace caught her breath, dragging her eyes back up from the man's body ... to find him smiling at her with a knowing look in his eyes. He knew where Candace’s eyes had been, and he wasn't in the least embarrassed or offended.

An insolent Greg took Candace's shoulders in his strong hands and moved her back a few inches so he could gave Candace a thorough inspection. "Damn, Grandpa Jack," Greg said enthusiastically, "you sure do make nice babies."

"I do, don’t I!!? Indeed, sir, ‘tis but one of my many … largely hidden … talents…," Grandpa Jack replied jovially, and far too loudly for Candace’s peace of mind.

Her father had come back up from down near the pool without Candace noticing. "Hey ... would you believe, Greg," Grandpa Jack continued, "I’ve got three more daughters just as sweet and cute, and cuddly, as the beauteous young Candace? ‘Tis true, my son, ‘tis so very true."

Grandpa Jack hugged Candace tightly, his hands pulling her close by the points of her hips. What no one else could see was that his thumbs slipped inside the hollow of her hip in a caress that just barely failed to be erotic ... it could even have been an accident.

Candace didn't object. Her hips undulated from side to side—just a couple of millimeters each way—but it rolled her lower belly right into her father's hands. Grandpa Jack smiled. He’d wondered if Candace would do it; he watched for it ... and was very pleased when Candace’s body betrayed her.

"I'll bet they are just as sweet as honey," Greg said, with emphasis. He positively leered at Candace, however briefly, making sure she knew what he was thinking of.

"But, Grandpa Jack," he complained. "You sure dress your kids funny. This fine young woman should be in a nice hot bikini so she can show that lovely bod off, by golly!"

Candace's face flushed a bright scarlet. She backed away from her father.

"Well, she's got a nice, red-colored bikini up in the house," Grandpa Jack observed. "Don't know why she won't wear it."

"DAD!" Candace squealed, thoroughly scandalized. Her father had as much as told her she should get more naked—in front of all these people too! She turned away from this man, Greg, and his grinning wife to face her father directly.

Before she could say more, Brett interrupted. "I don't know either," Candace's husband remarked.

Candace spun about to face him. She hadn’t even seen him walk up.

"Would you wear it if I got down on my knees and begged?" he asked, smiling at his off-balance wife.

"BRETT!" she gasped. "I...."

"Sugar," Grandpa Jack interrupted, "if ya got it, flaunt it," he told her.

"Yeah," Brett observed, “...what Dad said!" He chuckled.

"I'll second that," Greg remarked, turning to face Brett without the slightest sign of embarrassment. He hugged Sandy to his side. "You the lovely Candace's other half?"

"Brett!" Candace's husband stuck out his hand.

"Greg!" was the reply. The two men shook hands.

"Welcome to mi casa, everyone," Grandpa Jack said to no one in particular. He waved his long spatula in a wide circle. It made everyone look around.

"La Hacienda 'Big Jack' eh?" Greg suggested.

"Damn straight!" Grandpa Jack replied, grinning. He flipped a row of hamburger patties on the right side of the grill, then looked back at Candace with a question.

"Well?" he asked brusquely.

"Well WHAT?" Candace replied. She was just beginning regaining her composure.

"Your husband asked if you'd go change to your bikini, and I know for a fact you brought one with you 'cause I saw it my own self."

Candace's face flushed again. "Daddy! I...."

"Have a fantastic body?" Brett suggested.

"Yes! ... NO!" Candace snapped. "I...."

“...Should go change into that bikini 'cause her loving husband asked her to?" Brett hinted.

"I ... I ... dammit, Brett...."

When Bret turned his wife around and pointed her at the house, Candace gave up and moved dutifully up the grassy slope. She didn't want to leave this Sandy woman alone with her dad for any longer than necessary.

"I'm Sandy," the woman said, stepping up to Brett. "He's my hubby, such as he is," she said, pointing at Greg. She held out a hand to be shaken, but Grandpa Jack and her husband knew she'd exchange that for a close embrace if Brett gave her the slightest opening.

Some of that might have gotten through to Brett too. He tried to look her over surreptitiously, but Sandy was watching and waiting for Brett's eyes to flick downward.

Sandy grinned when that happened. Sandy knew her body showed no sign of having one kid, much less the number she had. Also, Sandy was quite comfortable with men giving her the once-over ... or even more over. She smiled again.

Grandpa Jack and Greg pretended not to notice what was going on. "You know, big fella," Sandy said, stroking Brett's forearm, "you could follow your own advice."

Brett's eyebrows rose and he cocked his head to the side. "Pardon?"

"You don't need to wear those baggy old things," Sandy purred, referring to his swimsuit. She whirled around abruptly.

"Don't you have something for your hunky son-in-law?" she asked Grandpa Jack.

Grandpa Jack looked up. "I keep a bunch of brand new suits in the upstairs hall closet for folks who don't remember to bring their own," he said carelessly, waving the spatula again. "You could probably find something in your size," he told Brett.

Brett, hoist on his own petard, gave in graciously and jogged up the slope to the house without even thinking of protesting.

"And if you happen to see your wife nekkid," Grandpa Jack called. "Don't you two do nothin' I wouldn't do, ya hear?" He chuckled.

He stared at the meat broiling in the BBQ pit.

"Actually, lunch is gonna be ready in about ten minutes," he called to Brett's disappearing back. "Y'all don't have TIME to do anything I'd do!" Grandpa Jack quipped. "Put it off 'til later!"

He adjusted his own semi-speedo. His prick was beginning to harden, just from watching Sandy and the girls ... and fantasizing about his daughter, Candace, in a far more revealing bikini.

Sandy stepped close and thrust her hand down the top of Grandpa Jack's suit and helped Grandpa Jack straighten his manhood out. She giggled happily when Grandpa Jack slapped her hand away. He shot a look at the house, but there was no sign of Candace or her husband.

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"Hey, what's a girl got to do to get a tour of that ol' log cabin up there?" Sandy asked irreverently, and loudly. Lunch was over and the area policed up.

"Cabin?" Grandpa Jack replied, pretending to be affronted.

"BIG cabin?

Built of native stone to blend well with the terrain, the big, two-story house didn't look anything like a cabin but Sandy's real desire was to get the tour. It was another agreed-upon signal.

Grandpa Jack sighed and shook his head in disgust.

"Daddy won't take me up to see his 'bootiful' mansion?" Sandy asked, pooching out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout. She tucked Grandpa Jack's arm under hers and cuddled close.

Candace was exasperated beyond all belief. This woman! She was making a shameless play for Candace's father, and he sat there enjoying it and the woman’s husband was apparently not even aware of what was going on.

"Sure, come on," Grandpa Jack said. He levered himself up off the concrete picnic table's bench seat and strode off, arm-in-arm with the woman. Candace's eyes shot lethal daggers at the hussy's back. She decided to do something about this. She shifted her feet, put her palms flat on the table top, preparing to get to her feet....

"Would you put some lotion on my back," Carrie asked her mother.

"OH!" Candace settled back down, very much exasperated. Her daughter’s hand on her shoulder had stopped her from rising as well as surprising the heck out of her. Candace hadn’t known her daughter was so close behind her. She hadn't seen Carrie coming.

Candace swiveled around on the bench seat when Carrie thrust a bottle of suntan lotion at her, Candace took it automatically but tried to give it back.

"Honey, go get your sister to do it," Candace said.

"But, Mom," Carrie whined. "I can't find her and I need it really bad. You don't want me to burn to a crispy critter do you?"

Candace looked around quickly. Her father was getting farther away with every second. That woman had her arm around his waist and they were playing at marching in step. But Alicia wasn't anywhere in sight.

Candace swiftly sprayed lotion on her daughter's back and rubbed it around as fast as she could. "There!" she said finally. "You're all done ... go swimming!" she ordered. Her daughter was wearing far too skimpy a bikini, in Candace's considered opinion. Carrie should go hide her body under the surface of the water.

"Mom!" Carrie complained. "If I wanted to go in the water, I wouldn't want you to put lotion on me."

"Right!" Candace agreed, giving in to the logic. "Go get all brown and everything." She was struggling to get up but it wasn't easy with Carrie standing so close.

When she managed to finally get out of her seat, she turned around to find Sandy's son standing in her way, looking off down the slope at Carrie's disappearing behind.

By the time Candace got around him, there was no sign of her father and the slut he'd wandered off with. Candace wanted to scream, but she'd need to explain if she did that. She had to swallow hard and just accept things as they were.

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"Mr. Winston?" Natasha Pearson’s voice came from just behind Brett's right shoulder.

"Hmmmm?" Brett turned around, trying to not let any part of his body brush against the nubile young teenager. It wasn’t easy. She was right there—no more than a few inches from him when he finished turning.

"Grandpa Jack said you were a swimmer in college," Natasha began.

Brett interrupted. "Well, that's nice of him, but did he tell you I was ... like ... second or third string when I swam?" Brett said modestly.

"You're just saying that," the twelve-year-old girl said earnestly, shrugging to show how unconcerned she was. "I've been trying to do the breast stroke," she explained, "but I just can't get it right."

As she talked, she began making swimming motions in the air, which moved her bikini top around, lower now ... then higher. The spaghetti straps slid off her shoulders a couple of times. The young girl's clean, sculpted limbs and graceful movements made Brett's heart begin to race.

"Okay," he said, rising, "if it's okay with your dad?" he said, glancing at Greg before he went further. Greg waved his approval negligently at the adult man and his oldest daughter.

Natasha took Brett's hand as he stepped off. She glanced up at him from beneath long lashes no child of twelve should have. The girl had huge, expressive eyes, and a pert nose set above soft lips and a rounded chin. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they weren’t tiny either.

Brett was certain the young girl wore an A-cup bra, even at her young age ... that is, when she wore one. Looking in her eyes, he abruptly was quite certain she wore one as seldom as possible. Brett swallowed. He’d bet his last penny, those little titties were just as cone-shaped as they appeared to be in her bikini top; softly firm to the touch too.

"Can I call you 'Uncle Brett' " Natasha asked, looking him square in the face. She had none of the typical nice youngster’s deference to an adult. She spoke directly to him, and expected him to talk to her the same way. "Mommy says Grandpa Jack is like her long lost Daddy," Natasha said. "And that would make Mrs. Winston my aunt ... and you're my uncle, right?" she finished. She smiled innocently.

"I ... guess that's okay," Brett agreed. He couldn’t take the twelve-year-old’s direct gaze for too long. If he did, his eyes would surely betray what was in his mind. He ducked his head, and tried not to see the young girl’s slender waist and the gentle curve of her immature hips. If he allowed himself to peek lower, he’d have been tormented by the sharply defined camel toe where two slim, beautifully curved thighs met. He didn’t know he’d swayed back, but he did know he was now struggling not to notice Natasha’s sculpted calves and delicately turned ankles. He tore his stare back up to her eyes, for fear that she’d recognize the sudden surge of lust that bloomed without warning within him.

"Cool!" Natasha observed with a grin. Brett had to think hard to remember what the girl was talking about.

His preoccupation gave Natasha the opportunity to wrap her arm went around Brett's waist and step off with him en route to Grandpa Jack’s pool. And suddenly, the side of her immature young breast was pressed against Brett's ribcage.

He didn't intend to look down, but he was caught off guard. He saw the small triangle of fabric over each small breast had slipped down a little ... and he saw the pinkish-tan of the little girl's aureole and the ruby tint of that diamond-hard nipple at the very tip of her left breast. He tore his eyes away, but when he looked in her eyes again, he knew he'd been caught.

Natasha smiled lazily. "You like me ... Uncle Brett?" she asked him languidly. The girl's eyes were pools of prurient promise that Brett Winston couldn’t miss. But he was the adult….

So he took the offensive. "Of course I like you," he said emphatically. "How could I not? I’d have to be some kind of mean, cold-hearted sh— guy not to like young girls like you, wouldn’t I?"

Natasha brushed aside the attempt to divert her. With her free hand, she squeezed his forearm warmly, familiarly. "I’m glad," she said softly, so just she and Brett could hear, " 'cause I think I’m gonna love my Uncle Brett," she cooed.

Brett stopped, but Natasha continued walking. Brett was captivated by the swing of her hips and the play of her firm buttocks as she pranced on down to the pool. It was mostly for his benefit, and it worked. When she got to the side of the pool, she turned and motioned for him to join her.

He did.

"Ya think it'll work?" Shawn asked his father, watching his sister do her magic on Brett Winston.

Greg nodded. "Son, that feller down there doesn't know what day of the week it is right now," he said. "I think your sister could seduce a bronze statute if she set her mind to it," he added.

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Alicia was stationed near a tree where she could see her mother stalking up the slope to the main house, looking for Alicia’s Grandpa Jack. When her mother was a few steps away from the patio door into the house, Alicia whirled and looked at Danielle who was leaning out an upstairs window. Alicia gave her an exaggerated thumbs-up signal and thrust her hand upward in a vigorous motion.

Danielle gobbled excited noises at her mother and Grandpa Jack where they stood at the head of the stairs, making out while they waited for the main event. Then Danielle closed the door to the room she was in and lay down on Grandpa Jack's bed to rest. She’d been so keyed up for her part in the crazy plan that she was thoroughly exhausted.

When Candace slid back the patio door and stepped inside, it took her a moment but she soon found her father and that Sandy woman, kissing ... making out, rather, right at the top of the stairs. Furious, Candace wanted to wring the woman's neck ... but it really wasn't her place.

She whirled and set off back down to the BBQ pit area.

"I don't want to tell you your business," a livid Candace told the woman's husband when she got there, "but if I were you, I'd go find out where my wife is and what she’s doing."

"Ohhhh, it's okay," Greg answered lazily. "She’ll be coming home with me tonight ... and that’s all that’s important, right?" Greg openly looking Candace over, his gaze lingering on her breasts and that 'V' between her legs the red bikini revealed most advantageously. He liked his lips. “But if you’d care to show me what she’s doing...?”

Candace stared in stunned amazement. Shocked to the core, she whipped around to return to the house. If Sandy’s husband wasn’t going to do anything, Candace would darn sure....

"Hi, Mrs. Winston," Greg's thirteen-year-old son, Shawn, said.

This was the second time this afternoon someone had come so close ... mere inches ... to her body without her noticing. It was all Candace could do not to scream.

"You sure are pretty, Mrs. Winston," Shawn said sincerely. He studied her while his father made his escape behind Candace’s back.

"Wow! Your boobs are a lot bigger than my mother's," Shawn said sincerely. He admired her large breasts a moment longer, then grinned pleasantly into her eyes, turned casually around, and walked off.

By the time Candace picked her jaw up off the ground, Shawn was splashing water at Alicia in the pool ... where the heck had she come from, Candace wondered briefly. When Candace turned back to the house, her father and Sandy were walking sedately down the grassy slope toward the pool.

All Candace could do was grind her teeth in frustration. She was so mad, she didn't even notice some inexplicable high-fives going on around the big lawn around her.

CHAPTER SIX

"HONEY, CAN YOU SPEAK UP?" Grandpa Jack bellowed into the phone. "I can't hear you for all the kids screaming and stuff."

"WHAT KIDS?" Candace screeched as loud as she could. Grandpa Jack heard that!

"Oh! Sandy and her family and she brought her brother's family and Greg brought his sister with him this time, Grandpa Jack explained. All their families are here for the weekend too," Grandpa Jack told his daughter. His voice was animated and cheerful, which pissed Candace off.

"WHAT?" Candace squealed. She sounded awfully distressed about something.

"What's up, sugar?" her father demanded. "Something wrong, baby?"

"No...." Candace sighed, quieting down. "I just thought Brett and I, and the girls might come on down for a visit," she explained.

"Well, COME ON DOWN!" Grandpa Jack roared over the noise at his end. "The more the merrier!!"

Candace couldn't see him do it, but he motioned a naked Sandy closer to where he sat on the couch with a smart phone to his ear. While Candace was making some excuses about not wanting to horn in—things Grandpa Jack knew she was going to say before she said them—he cupped a palm over the phone’s mic and whispered in Sandy's ear. Sandy nodded and backed away a few steps.

"Nah, sweetheart, I’d love to see y’all and the kids" Grandpa Jack said stoutly. "Hey, I wanta see y'all whenever you can get down here ... you and yours have an open invitation, hear?" he said. He held up a fist in Sandy's direction; he straightened out one finger, then another, and then gestured dramatically, pointing energetically in her direction.

On cue, Sandy called, "Daaaaa-deeeeeee ... where are you Daddy?"

Grandpa Jack knew Candace heard because there was a hard, almost toxic silence on the other end of the connection. He gave Sandy a 'come on' hand gesture to urge her into saying something else. Sandy came back to Grandpa Jack's side, not stopping until she had plastered herself against his naked body. Candace couldn’t see anything happening in Grandpa Jack’s living room, but Sandy wrapped her fingers around Grandpa Jack’s flaccid penis anyway ... just for fun. His prick wasn’t going to be flaccid for long anyway—he was just resting.

"There you are, Daaaa-deeeeeee," she cooed. Grandpa Jack had the phone held out between them so Candace could hear them both. "Who you talkin' to, Daddy?" Sandy asked in a piping caricature of a small child's voice.

"We'll be there in two hours," Candace said icily into the phone. She dropped her smart phone to the top of her dresser and glared at herself in the mirror.

Candace rose, stomped downstairs, walked to the back of the house and into the mudroom. Closing the stout door, she gave herself three minutes to invest in a screaming, wall-kicking fit she knew she truly deserved.

When the three minutes was over, she came out and strode calmly to the foot of the stairs.

"GIRLS, IF YOU'RE NOT READY IN FIVE MINUTES YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GRANDPA'S!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

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Grandpa Jack kissed Sandy's very kissable lips and groped her a little, just for fun.

"This it?" Sandy asked. It had been a month since Candace's last visit. Over the summer, Candace had come across Sandy at Grandpa Jack's house three times, and she'd grown increasingly irritated each time. Last week, she’d made a sotto voce comment to Gregg about Sandy being there more often than Grandpa Jack’s own children.

"I think so," Grandpa Jack replied. "She knows you're here, and I told her that your brother is here, and Greg's sister too. She's got to be thinking you're edging her out by force of numbers." Grandpa Jack chuckled. "My darling Candace sounded really pissed off there, right at the end." He leaped up from the sofa where he and Sandy were cuddling.

"Gotta get everyone together," he said, trying to think of everything they needed to get done. He had a hunch his daughter and her family were going to break all previous speed records on the road from their house to his.

Sandy nodded, rose briskly, and strode to the open doorway leading outside. "KIDS? HEY—EVERYBODY!!" Sandy yelled from the patio door. No one in the pool paid the slightest attention, including her husband.

The air horn Grandpa Jack pulled from behind the couch, on the other hand, got the attention of everyone down there ... along with several herds of livestock grazing peacefully two counties over.

"GET UP HERE ... EVERYONE!!" he bellowed.

The occupants of Grandpa Jack's four acre backyard began streaming up the slope to the patio door. When they passed inside, everyone stripped—it was an automatic reaction these days. Get to Grandpa Jack's, get in the house, get naked, and get to fucking.

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Candace was ready for a fight when she got to her father's ranch house, but she couldn't find anyone to fight with at first. She settled for sharpening her claws on her father.

"Where's that woman?" Candace spat at Grandpa Jack.

"What woman?" he said reasonably. His eyes widened innocently.

"Sandy ... whatshername!" Candace said, fuming.

Grandpa Jack shrugged. "I dunno ... she's around her somewhere ... want a sandwich, honey? You, Brett? No? How ‘bout you girls? Ahhh, I knew you would,” he told his granddaughters. He paid no more attention to his fuming daughter.

"Y'all can get into your swim suits if you want while I create some Winston Twin Specials," he suggested, "Pool's waiting!" he added, slapping cold cuts down on fresh bread in a particular order mandated by the twin girl’s years earlier. Alicia and Carrie split for the room their grandfather set aside in his house as 'their' bedroom.

Brett and Candace stood watching him preparing sandwiches. Grandpa Jack sighed expressively, mimed holding his nose and added peanut butter to the stack of sliced meats. He shook his head. He did not understand how anyone could swallow this concoction. He thought a single mouthful of these sandwiches would gag a maggot.

Grandpa Jack glanced up. "Ahhhh, Sweetie, Mr. Sweetie,” he remarked to his daughter and son-in-law, “what part of get into your swimsuits didn't y'all understand?" he asked, looking at the twosome quizzically.

Grandpa Jack was king in his castle and this monarch tolerated no insolence from the commoners.

"We didn't—"

"Top of the stairs, hallway closet," Grandpa Jack said shortly, pointing upstairs with the table knife he was using to spread grape jelly on top of the peanut butter.

“Daddy—“ Candace protested ... or tried to.

"Go!" commanded the king.

They went.

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"Wow, Mrs. Winston! You sure are looking hot today.” He whistled approvingly. “Really nice bod!" he said, smiling. His features reflected just how sincere he was being.

Shawn Pearson had been stationed at the bottom of the steps to greet the more-than-a-little flustered Candace when she came back downstairs. He grinned even broader and turned away before Candace could frame a reply.

The hot pink string bikini was the only piece of women's swimwear in the closet that was large enough to fit her—assuming a micro-bikini could be said to actually fit anyone. Normally, Candace Winston wouldn’t have dreamed of wearing this thing. But today, lots and lots of skin was exactly what Candace wanted.

There was no way she was not going to strut her stuff in front of 'that woman'. Stress, and the beginnings of an exercise program and a conscientious diet had taken off the last five pounds she’d wanted to lose, and she wasn't about to give that shameless hussy, Sandy, a single inch of maneuvering room.

Shawn's remark got everyone's attention and the audience of males, including her husband, all gave out low wolf's whistles to show they agreed completely with Shawn's assessment. The clapping made a nice accompaniment to the whistling.

Candace blushed deeply—she was more than a little disconcerted—but the blush blended nicely with the hot pink suit. And she was quite certain she deserved the attention and compliments, though she would never think of admitting it.

"Hubba, hubba, hubba," Candace's husband, Brett, said in her ear, grinning like a cat stealing off with the pan of milk . It was clearly a compliment of the highest order, so Candace couldn't object. She smiled nervously.

"You do look hot, Mrs. Winston," Jeff said, working his way into Candace’s view, and into the conversation. "I'm Shawn's cousin, Jeff," he remarked, moving into her field of vision as Shawn exited. He was eyeing her as brazenly as Shawn had.

"Well ... see you later," Jeff said, turning away. "If you need some suntan lotion," he tossed over his shoulder, "just let me and Shawn know, okay?" He was out the door before an aghast Candace could answer.

"I guess you’ve made a couple of conquests, eh?" her husband whispered in her ear.

"Brett!!"

His careless gesture amazed her. "Hey, Sugar, 'unlax' , like Grandpa Jack says," he told her. "I've got a wife with a body the boys are ready to fight each other, just to get next to ... and I LOVE it," he said emphatically.

"Hi, Uncle Brett," Natasha Pearson said, coming in the patio door. "This is my cousin, Payton," Natasha said, introducing her twelve-year-old cousin to her pretend uncle. "Wanta do some breast stroking?" She asked.

"What??!!" Candace gasped.

Natasha looked at Candace with a glance young people reserve for mentally challenged adults. The look said ‘Duh!’ without any words having to be spoken. "Uncle Brett is helping me learn how to swim the breast stroke," Natasha explained with an innocent, butter-won't-melt-in-my-mouth, expression. “An’ Payton wants to learn how, too,” she added.

Brett didn't know how to respond. "I...." He gave up.

Payton was just as hot a cutie as her cousin Natasha. Payton’s hair was auburn where Natasha’s was a soft brunette, and Payton’s breasts were a whole magnitude larger than Natasha’s, but their willowy bodies were so very much alike—slender waists, barely flared hips, and long, lovely legs that slimmed down to delicately boned ankles.

"Hell with it ... go ... go!" Candace said forcefully, making shooing motions at her husband to get him out of the house and outside, even if it WAS with two scantily clad young girls. She had some business to take care of and it was best her husband wasn’t around.

She looked at the counter where her daughters were finishing up. They had on micro bikinis too and Candace hadn't ever seen them before. There was no way to chastise them. Candace had lost the high ground when she put this scrap of fabric on. Her bikini didn't have any more material in it than her daughters' did, and Candace’s was showing considerably more tit flesh than theirs were—of course, she had more boob to show, too. She wasn’t that dismayed with that realization.

Abruptly, the room was empty. All the girls had followed the boys, who were following scantily clad girls outside somewhere or other.

Candace followed everyone out to the pool. Most everyone was already there.

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Natasha tucked ‘Uncle’ Brett’s right forearm under hers and held it against her young breast as the trio walked down the gentle incline to the pool area. Payton had appropriated his left arm in the same fashion. The girls smiled brilliantly into Brett’s eyes whenever he chanced a glance to either side. He could feel the heat of their immature boobs against his arm, and the sensation of their hips and thighs massaging his as they walked so tightly together was a tormenting pleasure. He had no intention of escaping their embrace though—it never entered his mind.

“I’m so glad I finally got to meet ya, Uncle Brett,” Payton cooed in Brett’s ear. Her hot breath warmed the older man all over his body. He almost writhed with the abrupt wave of delight that washed over him.

“I’m glad to meet you too, Payton,” Brett replied, when he could.

The girls hauled on Brett’s arms to halt him dead in his tracks. He looked around, almost dazed. The two sub-teen lolitas had steered him to the side of the house instead of the pool. They had a measure of privacy here..

Natasha and Payton pushed Brett back to an arm’s length away from him. They looked him over with approving stares.

“I think it’s so cool that you aren’t embarrassed by wearing tight swim suits, Uncle Brett,” Natasha breathed. “Of course, lots a’ guys don’t have as nice a package as you do to show off, do they Payton?”

“Nope!” Payton avowed. “But yours is really nice, Uncle Brett,” she added. “Not too big ... that’s gross ... but not little, neither—just right!”

“I’ll bet your wife really likes it too, huh, Uncle Brett?” Natasha threw in.

Brett’s jaw threatened to come unhinged. He didn’t know what to say. He had no idea.

Payton broke away and pranced a few steps up the sidewalk, using a model’s runway strut, carefully placing one foot outside the other’s imprint. It made her hips sway delightfully from side to side. Watching her buttocks move so wonderfully around, her thigh bunching, then relaxing beneath her smooth flesh, and the way her calves worked—‘Uncle Brett’ had all he could do to keep his ‘just-right package’ from getting too big, too hard, and too long to fit in his tight, brief speedos.

“Aren’t Payton’s legs just so danged pretty?” Natasha asked innocently.

‘Uncle’ Brett’s eyes snapped down to reexamine Payton’s creamy thighs and calves. “Ohhh,” he said, stalling. Then he decided to go for broke. “They are indeed,” he declared. He let his eyes show how much he liked the young girl’s legs.

“…You think we’re too young to wear high heels, Uncle Brett?” Natasha inquired sweetly. “Don’t you think those wedgie sandals look good on Payton? See how they make her calf look so curvy and smooth?”

Brett thought the wedge sandals looked just fine on Payton’s feet. With roman-sandal straps tied around her ankles, an inch on the sole and a good three inches at the heel, the sandals gave the twelve-year-old that much more height. They undeniably molded the girl’s calves into works of art and accentuated her trim ankles. Payton had painted her toenails a hot shade of pink too, and that didn’t hurt a bit.

“They’re great,” Brett declared earnestly, clearly impressed.

Natasha whirled away from him and began to turn around slowly in front of him, her arms out to her sides, and head back ... graceful as a ballet dancer. “Don’t you like my legs, Uncle Brett?” she asked, mock-plaintively. She was smiling.

“On the contrary…,” ‘Uncle’ Brett said stoutly. He was recovering his composure.

“You two young ladies each have a pair of the most gorgeous legs I’ve ever seen on cousins!” It was true. Natasha’s limbs were just as wonderfully rounded and sculpted as Payton’s, and her wedge sandals just as complimentary to her calves, thighs, and ankles. That she had on the same shade of toenail polish as Payton didn’t hurt either. “Very, very lovely,” he added.

He blinked suddenly, coming abruptly back to earth. Twelve-year-old girls did not invite older men to appraise any part of their bodies. He shot quick glances at the cousins to see if they were about to scream for help to get away from this raving pervert.

But they weren’t. They both smiled enticingly into Brett’s eyes.

The girls gathered their ersatz uncle up again and began walking him toward the front of the house. That was okay with Brett. His wife had shooed him off in the girl-cousin’s custody and apparently didn’t have any problem with him parading around with them.

Alicia and Carrie walked around the corner of Grandpa Jack’s house and walked up to greet their father.

“Ooh,” Payton cooed. “Carrie and Alicia have wedgies too, Uncle Brett ... aren’t your daughters really cute in them?”

They were. Brett didn’t bother debating whether he should consider his own daughters as cute—as in ‘sexy’—that kind of cute. On the other hand, his mind was aflame with sights of young girls all over the place and their nearly-naked bodies, breasts, legs, ankles and all the rest. Complimenting his daughters bodies was such a small escalation, just one tiny additional step further over a taboo line he’d actually already crossed. He just hadn't realize it yet.

“They sure are!” Brett said enthusiastically. “Beautiful!”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Alicia said, and pressed her body against his. She kissed him on the lips—which wasn’t unheard of in the Winston house, but this one was a lot hotter than any had been before. Brett’s daughter’s hands caressed his chest; rubbing his man nipples with her warm palms.

Alicia kissed her father’s lips once more, then stood aside so Carrie could do what Alicia had done. Brett stood still, accepting Carrie’s kiss with no sign of discomfiture. When she leaned back in for her second one, Carrie found her father’s lips relaxed, and open. The kiss lasted longer than Carrie had expected—not that it bothered her. When Brett eased back, Carrie smiled happily at her father.

“Oh! We gotta go back and get the ... lotion,” Alicia exclaimed.

“That’s right!” Carrie agreed. The two girls turned around and marched back around toward the front of the house, looking back occasionally.

And Brett watched them go, knowing he really shouldn’t be enjoying the swing of their young hips, the roundness of their butt cheeks—or anything else about his daughters’ bodies ... but he did anyway. His girls were just so damned sexy—he couldn’t stop himself. The realization he didn’t really want to was bubbling up in his mind. It was almost undeniable now….

“Well, ready to go swimming, Uncle Brett?” Natasha asked brightly. Without waiting for an answer, the two girls turned the grown man around on the sidewalk and walked him down to the pool.

Brett Winston smiled at everyone and everything. He bumped into the light post on the BBQ deck and greeted it jovially, apologizing for the bumping. ‘Uncle’ Brett was supremely content with his life ... and the swelling bulge in his speedos was a measure of how very pleased he was.

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"Where is your grandfather?" Candace asked Alicia and Carrie, sliding the patio door shut.

Candace had lasted only a few moments out in the hot sun. She hadn't wanted to have to deal with teenage boys wanting to spread sun lotion all over her body, as two had already offered to do. She retreated to the cool interior of the house instead.

"I dunno," Alicia replied, shrugging. She was sitting on one of the barstools positioned on the dining room side of the breakfast bar. "I didn’t know it was my week to watch him,” Alicia continued shortly. She grinned to take the sting out of her words.

Candace started to say something about not being a smart mouth, but she couldn’t do it. It might turn into a conversation about why Candace was trying to keep tabs on Grandpa Jack, and Candace didn’t want to discuss that.

“Maybe upstairs? Carrie offered negligently from her barstool. “I think I saw him headed that way a while ago.”

“Thanks, I’ll go look,” Candace returned. She swung around and darted for the stairs.

It was as good as any place to start looking. Her father wasn't going to get out of Candace's sight for very long, not while that woman was here!

When she was out of sight, Alicia and Carrie both heaved a sigh of relief. Carrie’s extended kiss with her father had put them behind the eight-ball and they’d had to hustle to get back in the front door and out to the kitchen/dining room area near the patio entrance.

The choreography Grandpa Jack had set up for this live stage play was complicated … and the timing tight.

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Candace found that Carrie’s tip wasn't accurate. Grandpa Jack wasn't upstairs at all.

In fact, it took quite a while for Candace to find Grandpa Jack and that woman. They weren't even in the house. They'd eluded Candace somehow and sneaked into the tiny guesthouse Grandpa Jack maintained off in some scrub oak near his property line.

Her breasts still bobbing and dancing from actually jogging at one point, around Grandpa Jack’s domain searching, Candace stood spellbound when she opened a door to find a naked Sandy Pearson kneeling in front of Grandpa Jack who was sitting on a big king-sized bed, and giving him a very thorough blowjob.

Candace watched ... her fury growing. She'd lost to Sandy, to this woman who pretended Grandpa Jack was her dad.

"NO!" Candace yelled. She started toward the couple, moving quickly.

"NOT YOU!" she screamed at the usurper.

"HE'S MY DADDY!!"

Sandy rose to her feet, calmly meeting Candace's charge. But Candace veered away once Sandy released Grandpa Jack's hard-on.

Candace grabbed her father by the hand and pulled him flat on the bed. While she was still moving, she yanked the strings to her skimpy bikini bottoms and let the piece of material fall around her feet, undid the top and threw it aside. She looked at her father sitting and watching, lunged through to the bed beyond him and flopped herself down on her back. She pulled at her father’s arm, drawing him down atop her.

"Take me, Daddy!" she cried. "I want you so much ... I always have!" she told him, not even slightly aware of what she was saying. “Put it in me, Daddy ... right now, Daddy ... I want it sooooo bad!”

"DO ME, DADDY ... please?" she babbled.

Grandpa Jack rose over his oldest daughter's naked body, mounted her and plunged his cock deep into the woman's steaming cunt without wasting a second for some foreplay Candace clearly didn’t want or need.

"Annngggggggggggghhh!" Candace whimpered aloud. Her hips were already gyrating, her groin was humping up to meet her father’s thrusts. "Oh, God!" she groaned. “So good!” she sobbed.

Candace only vaguely realized she was committing the ultimate taboo. What she was doing with her own father was obscene—totally forbidden! Girls did not have sex with their Dads—not ever!! Except she had to protect Daddy from this damned woman….

Her hips never stopped churning. She kept throwing her cunt up to meet her Daddy's downstroke. She put her hands on the points of his shoulders ... tightened her grip ... and continued letting her father set the pace while she held on for the ride. In a way, Candace was at peace for the first time in a long while. This was where she was supposed to be, under her father, rutting with him ... and loving it.

Candace's knees rose in the air. With the inside of her thighs and calves, she stroked her Daddy's thighs and buttocks. "Fuck me, Daddy!" she crooned in a whisper. "Fuck me deep, Daddy!" she cooed.

Grandpa Jack rammed his cock deep inside his oldest daughter, slamming down fast and strong before withdrawing it slowly ... only to drive it back in again. His cock was a piston, driving hard down into Candace and reversing out just as fast.

They found a rhythm that suited them, and it didn't take long for the incestuous pair to hit their peaks. The foreplay had been years in the making for Candace. and there was no way she could hold off her orgasm for much longer.

"Cum for Daddy, Candy!" Grandpa Jack whispered in his daughter's ear. "Cum for me, Candy!!"

She couldn't hold it back then. "I'M CUMMING FOR YOU, DADDY!" she shrieked, not caring who might hear. "Oh, God, I'm CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!"

Grandpa Jack's oldest daughter drummed her heels on her father’s asscheeks, urging him to go faster and harder ... then she froze in place.

"Unnngh!" she moaned. "Unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh ... OH GOD, DADDY!! I WANT YOUR CUM INSIDE ME!" she wailed. "FUCK- FUCK- FUCK- FUCK- FUCK!!!"

When her father's hot cum splashed against her vagina walls, Candace went berserk, squeezing her cunt around his cock, trying to milk more and more cream out of the narrow slit in the end of his cock. He pumped two more gobs of his seed into his own daughter's belly before he was spent. He hovered over her, leaning on his elbows and knees for a long moment, until her legs and vagina released him.

He rolled over and lowered himself to the bedspread beside her. They rested, holding hands and their chests heaving, trying to get more air in their lungs.

"Bravo ... bravo, Candy!" Sandy cried, clapping and cheering as she walked back to the bed and sat down beside Grandpa Jack.

"That was one for the books, Candy," Sandy said enthusiastically. "Sooooo damned hot, honey!!"

"It's Cand—"

"Bull shit it is," Sandy snapped back. "Honey, it's prim and proper Candace when you're visiting your husband in his office downtown ... but when you're doing a steamy, nasty fuck with your very own father ... then by God, it's Candy!!"

Grandpa Jack's daughter opened her mouth, but there was nothing to say. "My name is Candy," she agreed wonderingly. "I fuck my daddy hot and nasty," she said, trying the concept on for size—letting the words roll over her tongue to taste them.

"Mmmmm!" Grandpa Jack rolled up on his right elbow and began caressing his daughter from her belly down to her Venus mons.

"Candy's a naughty, naughty girl," he said softly to his daughter, smiling down at her. "She likes to do naughty, nasty things ... and I love her so!" he told his peaceful daughter.

"I am Candy," she said wonderingly. "I'm just a naughty, nasty kind a' girl," Candy repeated placidly, relishing the sound of the words, and the idea they expressed.

She stretched her arms and legs luxuriously, delighting in her father's lewd fondling and the feel of his naked skin where it touched hers.

"I," she said saucily, "I'm my Daddy's nasty cum hungry slut whore!!" she declared.

"And one hell of a good fuck too!" Sandy proclaimed.

"Damn straight! Hell of a fuck!" Candy said emphatically. She smiled. The tension was gone. Beginning to recover, she looked at Sandy, sitting on the other side of Grandpa Jack's body.

"He is my Daddy, you know," she said, but not nearly as possessively as before.

“Absolutely!” Sandy agreed. She grinned and looked around the room. “Electra—party of two ... your father’s cock is ready!” She laughed delightedly. “Wanta share?”

“Uh-huh,” Candy agreed. "But sometimes ... just sometimes ... I get to have my daddy all to myself, but he can be yours too, Sandy—deal?"

“I wouldn’t even dream of trying to take him away from you, honey," Sandy promised. "I couldn’t take him away from you, no matter how hard I tried. Your Daddy loves you!”

The two women shook hands and Candy settled back, worming herself backward, down into the soft mattress contentedly. She moved languidly, at peace with herself for the first time in ... she didn't know how long.

"The day's not over, you know that, right...?" Sandy said, grinning impishly.

"Hmmmm?"

"There are others who want your big Daddy's cock ... Sis...." Sandy suggested.

"Ohhhh ... sure!” Candy said.

She shrugged, and began to move off the bed. "If you want to do ... if you want to fuck Daddy, I'll watch."

Sandy shook her head. “Daddy has an educated tongue, Sugar ... an’ I already know he’ll suck his own cum out of a hot cunt.” She grinned. “How 'bout you sit on your Daddy's face?" she suggested, "...and I'll ride his cock like a rodeo cowgirl an’ we’ll both get off! Whatcha say?" Sandy had a thoroughly nasty, obscene grin on her excited face.

Candy looked down at her spermy cunt lips. Daddy’s and her cum had overflowed Candy’s cunt, combined, and spread into a sticky coat over her mound. "Really, Daddy?" Candy said cautiously. “Are you sure?”

Grandpa Jack nodded. "Just mine, sugar," he said, "but I'll do mine every time. Only fair, right? You're going to suck my cum out of me ...outta my cock ... from time to time—right?"

Candy nodded. "Wanta see?" she asked, grinning impishly.

"Not right now, honey," Grandpa Jack told her. "Come up here and let me eat that hot little pussy a' yours, okay?"

Candy twisted her body up off the bed eagerly. She swung around and squatted over her father's mouth. She adjusted herself, scooted her butt up Daddy’s sternum and found exactly where her father's tongue could best attack her pussy. In seconds, she was rubbing her slit up and down on his face and whimpering when he stabbed his tongue deep into her.

She felt Sandy get up behind her and start moving back there. There was a rocking motion, and Sandy's face leaned against Candy's back. As Sandy rose and fell on Grandpa Jack's cock, She reached around Candy's body and hefted the bigger woman's breasts.

The smaller woman caressed Candy's boobs, squeezed gently, molding them and thumbing the hard nipples until Candy moaned out loud with the pleasure. Assaulted from two directions, Candy didn't know whether to lean back into Sandy's embrace or make rubbing her pussy on her Daddy's mouth her first priority.

"Grandpa eats pussy real good, doesn't he?"

Candy nodded dreamily. She cocked her head to the side. Something....

"He's got a really great cock that fills you all up but doesn’t hurt any at all, huh ... Mommy?"

Every muscle in Candy's body convulsed. She leaped off her father's face, scrambled to her feet and whirled around, coming to rest standing against the wall behind the headboard above her father's head. Her feet pushed at the mattress even though she was already as far away as was possible to get in that direction.

Candy ... until this moment the proud mother of two wonderful, innocent, little girls ... stared at the graceful, slender figure of a twelve-year-old girl—and she'd only been twelve for a few short weeks—riding her own grandfather's cock.

"Hi—Mom!" Alicia said brightly, never stopping her rocking motion.

Candy couldn’t turn away. She watched as her father's big cock pumping steadily in and out of his granddaughter's immature labia. Alicia was clearly enjoying what was happening to her. The hitch in the greeting to her mother had been accompanied by an intense concentration flooding her features. Something Grandpa Jack had done had been especially gratifying. Candy couldn’t help but notice the blissful expression on her child's face as she fucked Grandpa Jack.

"Surprise number two, huh?" Sandy asked. "Guess what, Candy? Your daughters are just as hot-blooded as you are—just as randy—and just as horny ... but they aren't suppressing it like you did."

"MOMMY!" Alicia said loudly.

"What?" Candy asked thickly.

"You look like you're—"

"Unnngh! Unnngh!—Oh, God!" Alicia grunted. A whole string of extra good sensations spiked inside her. The spasms passed.

"Mommy, you look like you're going to faint, or something," Alicia told her mother.

Candy tried to pretend she hadn't almost passed out from all the shocks she'd absorbed this afternoon. "Just trying to figure out what to do," she said. "This just isn't in the good parenting guidebook," she observed wryly.

She looked around, breathing deeply. In a moment, the wetness in her pussy, the heat in her cunt and tingling nipples pulled her back from the edge. She watched Alicia working back and forth on her grandfather’s prick. Alicia’s young body never stopped its motion as she watched Candy with concern. It never stopped massaging Grandpa Jack’s hard-on with her drenched pussy lips.

Candy swallowed hard. “Ohmigod!” she whispered, as she began to understand what was budding in her mind. She was actually turned on watching her little girl fuck ... fuck her grandfather, of all things.

“I am such a pervert,” she said in a small voice. She glanced around at all of them. “We are soooo perverted,” she said, experimentally. “Hell, we’re all perverts!”

“And damn proud of it!” Grandpa Jack contributed. He was grinning a thoroughly naughty, wicked grin.

Candy grinned back at her father. His lewd comment banished the last vestige of resistance in Candy’s fevered mind.

She glanced around. “Really damn proud of it,” she announced. “Is Doctor Freud in the house?” She giggled.

"Ah hah!" Sandy crowed. "That's good. I just knew you had a sense of humor, Candy, baby," she said cheerfully. "You're coming out of shock number two pretty well, I think."

Sandy examined the three of them for a moment. "Well ... how ‘bout we do this?" she said. "Candy, why don't you lay down where your Dad is…," she suggested, "...and you ... you're Alicia, right? Can't tell you two apart for love nor money.

"Alicia, then, how about you eating Grandpa Jack's cum out of your Mom's dribbling little twat while Grandpa Jack fucks you doggy style ... whatcha think a’ that, guys?"

Grandpa Jack began to get up almost immediately, half dumping Alicia off him when she didn’t move fast enough. The eleven-year-old scrambled between her mother's thighs, craned neck upward and began lustily licking and sucking at her surprised mother's cunt.

"Thanks for shaving your pussy, Mommy," Alicia said, wiping her mouth. It was more a comment than an expression of gratitude. "Do you do that all the time when we all come down to visit Grandpa Jack?"

"No," Candy replied distantly, "Huh-uh, but I knew I better.... She blinked as she replayed what she'd said.

"So, how come you thought it was going to be a good thing to do for today?" Alicia asked mischievously. "Hmmmm....?"

"I have no idea why, honey," she confessed. "I just don't know."

“Would Doctor Freud please report to the bed with three generations of family fuckers?” Grandpa Jack called loudly.

He snorted. “Huh-uh! The time for psychobabble stuff and other nonsense ended half-past last Juvember! For right now, we got some fucking to do."

Grandpa Jack settled between Alicia’s separated young legs, fisted his cock and pushed it back inside Alicia's sopping outer lips and deep into her cunt. The little girl grunted happily. She wiggled her hips, thrusting them back at her grandfather to encourage him to greater efforts ... but she never took her mouth off her own mother's pussy.

After a bit, Sandy perceived the incestuous fuckers had a good rhythm going and nothing was going to interrupt it. She grinned and stepped up on the bed, holding on to the headboard for support.

Straddling Candy's body, Sandy dipped her knees and tilted her groin up as best she could and presented it to Candy's tongue for a thorough lapping.

Candy moved her head to the side, ignoring Sandy for a moment. "Alicia, where's your sister?" she asked.

"Ohhhh," Candy's daughter answered, pausing to wipe her chin. "Me and Carrie played rock, paper, scissors to figure out who did what."

"You won and get to fuck your grandfather, eh?"

"Nah, I lost. Carrie's with Daddy. I think she probably has him about balls deep in her cunt right about now." She resumed eating out her mother's pussy.

“You lost?” Grandpa Jack remarked in a low voice. “ ‘Scuse me? Chopped liver an’ all that?” No one bothered to respond … not even with a derisive snort.

"Oh," Candy said, unsteadily. But what could she say? Her father had just fucked her pussy so hard her cunt juices were still frothing on her pussy lips.

Candy shrugged, poked a forefinger into the bottom of Sandy’s slit, and began enthusiastically tonguing Sandy's clit.

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Brett Winston was whisked expertly back out along the sidewalk from where they’d encountered his daughters. Payton and Natasha guided him expertly along, giggling and smiling up at him the whole time. They squeezed his upper arms, pressed their thighs to his and let the spaghetti-thin straps to their bikini tops slid off their shoulders. By the time he and the girls reached the pool, he'd already been treated to views of more twelve-year-old nipple than he'd gotten in his whole lifetime up to this point.

The micro-bikinis almost guaranteed nip slips would happen, and these two girls were actively making sure Brett would see them. The girls saw he was thoroughly enjoying the process. They grinned happily, redoubling their efforts.

A few steps shy of the pool, the girls stopped in front of a big-boned, truly statuesque blonde woman flanked by four equally blonde young girls, stair-stepped down by age. The girls would apparently inherit their mother's sculpted body—they already looked like younger versions of the grownup woman. In a few years....

Brett sucked in a deep breath. The micro-bikinis they wore contrasted well with their lightly tanned flesh. The bikinis revealed far more than they hid, and the girls didn't care. Even the youngest was allowing her top to slip off the meager bumps sprouting from her tender chest. Brett swallowed hard, feeling his penis begin to mushroom in his semi-speedo.

The woman saw, and approved. She turned to the group of young people and adults lounging around the pool. "THE ROGERS' GIRLS GET SLOPPY SECONDS!" she called. Turning back to Brett and the two pre-teen girls, she put her hands on shapely hips and grinned.

"Girls," she told the twelve-year-olds, "...it’s time ... no sense playin' around in the pool." She smiled at them all. "Y'all have the downstairs bedroom, right?"

"Pardon?" Brett asked helplessly.

"Never mind," the blonde woman said comfortingly. She patted Brett's arm. "We got it all figured out."

The two girls turned Brett around and began marching him back up to Grandpa Jack's sprawling home. Where a copse of trees hid them from a house on a bluff a couple miles away, the girls stopped, stripped their bikinis off and tugged Brett's speedo down. Seeing their naked young pussies for the first time, Brett was thoroughly entranced.

"Very nice," Natasha Pearson commented. She bent at the waist and kissed the head of Brett Winston's cock, slathering her tongue around the glans to spread the pre-cum already welling up from the slit in the end. When she judged him ready, she began working his foreskin back down over the helmet-shaped knob. It took only a few seconds and Natasha's new conquest was ready to fuck.

"My God—" Brett cleared his throat and tried again. "Honey ... we shouldn't...."

Natasha took a half-pace back, hanging on to Brett's shaft. She swept her other hand down her lower belly and pubes, drawing Brett's eyes down.

"I never had a single hair on my pussy," Natasha purred. "Isn't it pretty?" she asked. Brett nodded dumbly, unable to resist. "I like big cocks in my cunt," the young girl continued. "Don't you want to fuck my lil' pussy?" she asked, cocking her head to one side.

Brett hesitated.

"Grandpa Jack likes my pussy," Natasha confided.

"And mine too," Payton Campbell offered. “You’ll like us too, Uncle Brett.” She stepped close, wrapped her arm around his left thigh and palmed his ball sack with her small hand. She massaged gently, making Brett's hard-on jump in Natasha's fist.

"You do like us!" Natasha said naughtily. She began slowly jacking Brett's cock, holding it so the head touched her satin-soft skin over her belly. Brett sucked in a deep breath, let it out, and surrendered.

He made no further effort to stop the lewd play. He wasn’t even going to try.

Giggling softly, the two twelve-year-old girls drew Brett on, opening a sliding door leading into a bedroom on the side of Grandpa Jack’s house. The wanton young girls didn't waste a second. They dragged him to the bed and down on it, settling on either side of him and exploring their first kisses with him.

"You remember me from the restaurant that day ... when you were with Grandpa Jack and the twins an' ever'one?" she asked softly, nibbling at Brett's ear.

"I do," he said. His mind went back to that place.

"I would a' let you fuck me then, if you wanted to," Natasha whispered in his ear. "You only had to ask ... right after Grandpa Jack fucked me silly, that is—I really wanted him to fuck my brains out that day."

Brett groaned with the wave of lust that overwhelmed him. He ignored the comment about Grandpa Jack for the moment. "Well, I sure want to, now. I'm askin' ...!" he panted.

Natasha threw her leg over the adult man's hips and adjusted her body. She lined up Brett's cock in her pussy and seated his glans between her inner lips. Grinning down at him, she sank on her knees, slowly impaling herself on the hard spike.

"Fuck me good," Natasha implored him. The depraved expression on her face betrayed her complete wantonness. "Give me your hot cum in my little pussy," she grinned naughtily.

Payton decided to get in on the action. Standing, she straddled Brett's head and squatted unceremoniously on his upper chest.

"Sugar and spice, and everything nice, Uncle Brett," she murmured. “Isn’t that what little girls' pussies are made of?" Payton continued with a shameless grin.

Brett swallowed, his mouth suddenly watering with the need to taste young Payton. His tongue flicked out, slapping gently against the bottom of Payton's slit. When she gasped, Brett swept his tongue up the sharply defined opening to the young girl's sex. He sent his tongue diving between the sweet lips, finding the pre-teen's honey already flowing.

"Mmmmm ... " Payton crooned. "That feels soooo good," she said softly. With her hands around the back of Brett's head, the hot little wanton pulled his mouth closer.

The three of them worked their separate ways—thrusting, counter-thrusting, stroking, caressing, tonguing, undulating, and shuddering their way to climaxes. They cooed, moaned, grunted, and groaned as super-sensitive nerve endings sent incredible sensations cruising about their bodies.

The girls came first. Gasping and moaning, they shuddered through fine little orgasms, wriggling desperately on mouth or prick, just to make it last a tiny bit longer. When they relaxed, admitting they could get no higher, they lost control of their little bodies and collapsed over the tall man's body. They lay there, breathing heavily and waiting for their little bodies to stop twitching.

Brett, though, hadn't gotten off. The girls had been too quick. He was vastly disappointed. He wanted very badly to spray his seed into these two nubile girls. He felt the chill as the girls lifted off his heated body.

"Hi, Daddy!"

Brett's eyes snapped open. Carrie was standing at the end of the bed and intently watching the trio on the bed. She was just as naked as the other two young girls, save for a gold chain around her waist. It made her look more than naked. She was playing a brazenly naked sex slave, sent to his bed for his lustful use.

This was the first time in a long time Brett had seen either of his daughters nude. He gloried in the voyeuristic naughtiness he felt. Carrie's breasts were the size of small cupcakes; the areolas capped with points of hard, erect little nipples. The firm cones bobbed minutely when Carrie took a step toward him. Her legs were long, beautifully sculpted columns, slender and firmly fleshed with delicately turned ankles below. Between her thighs, a luscious peach peeked at Brett. Little-girl honey was already flowing, wetting her pink labia. Brett licked at his lips.

Brett's mind raced, connecting many ostensibly diverse events, words, and conversations only a few seconds. At the end, he understood he'd been watching, but not seeing the world around him for some time now. In a corner of his mind, he'd known what was going on, but never admitted it to anyone, much less to himself. It all made sense. In a way, he realized, he'd half-way expected everything to lead to this moment.

He reached out, holding his hand open in invitation. She came, one of his pretty twin daughters ... innocent ... well, not so much. An innocent hussy, maybe. The hot look in her eyes made it clear she was here for only one thing.

When she stopped at the side of the bed, he pointed his fingers down and casually cupped her mound. His middle finger penetrated her outer lips and he felt the dammed up juices begin to flow onto his hand. He withdrew, put his hand to his mouth and licked the hot little-girl honey off. A fire flamed high in his daughters eyes.

"Your mother?" he asked softly.

"With Grandpa Jack," she replied forthrightly.

"Ahhhh, so your Mom’s finally getting rid of the demons who’ve been driving her crazy, eh?"

Carrie shrugged. "Finally!!" she agreed. "With a little help...."

Her father nodded his understanding. "Alicia and...?"

"Sandy," Carrie said.

"Well, of course ... who else?" Brett said, grinning. He could see it all now. "Miss Sandy was the bait, and Grandpa Jack's oldest daughter could not resist the temptation, could she?" He laughed. "It was there, inside her the whole time," he said candidly. "If she'd wanted to, I'd have been okay with it from the day we were married," he added.

He pursed his lips, hesitating to say what was in his mind. Today was not a day for holding back though. One more secret brought out into the light of day.

"Remind me to tell you about me and my Aunt Nancy one day," he said quickly, getting it out before he procrastinated himself into silence.

Carrie's eyes widened. "Dadd-eeeeee!" she said admiringly. Her grin spread. She giggled.

Brett tugged on the gold chain’s dangling end. Carrie came willingly, smiling. When she was close by the edge of the mattress, Brett's arm went around her and pulled her over his body onto the bed beside him.

"Any particular way you want to do this?" he asked.

Carrie shook her head. "Huh-uh. But it better be fast," she added. She stared at a father she was seeing naked for the first time in her life. His well-muscled frame and long prick made her swallow hard. Soon, her father's cock would be inside her.

"You better do me quick, Daddy, 'cause I'm about to cream already just thinking about my very own Daddy cumming inside me!"

Brett smile faltered a little, then came back full strength. He wasn't used to this yet but, damn, if his twelve-year-old daughter could deal with the situation with so much composure, then he would do his damndest too.

One thing was clear. His body wasn't having any doubts or even second thoughts. He was still hard as a rock. In fact, he'd been that hard since he first spied his nude daughter standing there ... and that made anything she wanted to do absolutely possible.

Carrie flopped down beside her father and worked a pillow from the head of the bed around so she could arch her body and push it under her buttocks. "Fuck me ... Daddy!" she said, savoring the nasty words. "Fuck me good and hard,, okay, Daddy?" she purred.

Apparently, his young daughter was ready to dispense with foreplay too. He didn't need any either. In fact, if he delayed too much, he was going to spray his cum uselessly into the air without anyone or anything ever touching him.

Brett scrambled between his daughter's legs and moved up close to her buttocks. His mouth watered at the sight of his little girl's open pussy and he couldn't resist bending low to slather her coral-tinted inner lips with his tongue.

His reward was a moaning gasp from the little girl. She stiffened, tilted her hips a little more and groaned as he lap at her pussy with his tongue. Carrie's cunt juices were dribbling down her father's chin when he finally stopped. He shuffled his knees closer to her buttocks, leaned over his child and supported himself on one arm. His other hand guided his cock into her sweet cunt.

Carrie whimpered as her father slowly drove his prick deep inside her. He was careful, waiting for her vagina to open for him, looking for the point past which his cock could not fit inside his twelve-year-old daughter.

When he found it, bumping into his little girl's vagina's rear wall, he was astounded to see how much she could take. His groin was nearly touching her Venus mons and in a few strokes, when her cervix moved out of the way, their pubic mounds would grind deliciously against each other.

"I want you to cum in me, Daddy," Carrie repeated, panting hard. She pushed her groin up aggressively to meet her father's more tentative inward thrusts. "I want all your Daddy-cum inside my 'gina, Daddy ... all of it!" she demanded.

Brett had never heard such lewd commands from the lips of a young girl, much less from his own daughter. The words had their intended effect though. Brett gave up thinking of the wanton beneath him as a child. She was a woman, wanting her man to plow her cunt hard and fast and spray his seed into her at the end.

Father and daughter settled into positions where they could best fuck each other. Brett's knees widened a bit, lowering his body and his cock's angle of attack. Carrie gave herself up to the male animal crouched above her, locking her ankles around his waist and using that for leverage to pump her cunt upward on her father's plunging cock.

They mouthed hoarse, indecipherable words, grunting with each thrust and its counter, working themselves up to a shattering climax with each stroke. In minutes, they were both shuddering through a hard orgasm.

Carrie's vagina squeezed her dad's cock and it set him off, spewing a thick wad of incestuous cum into her steaming cunt. Carrie reacted by rocketing into a hard-driving climax that had her insides churning.

She shrieked her surprise—freezing in place with her back arched backward at an impossible angle ... and then she slowly settled back down, shuddering as after quakes shot up from her cunt. Finally, she collapsed, her body falling limp. All her strength was gone.

Brett fell beside her. His only goal was to not crush her as the strength left his body. They lay there, side-by-side for a long while, holding hands, but not daring to touch each other more intimately until their bodies came down from the rapture that had engulfed them.

They roused when they heard clapping and whistling. Natasha and Payton had been watching the whole time from chairs they dragged over the carpet to the bed. Father and daughter hadn't noticed. Brett smiled tiredly at the two naked wantons.

"Daddy-sex is really good ... huh, Carrie?" Payton asked smugly. Her own first experience with her father hadn’t been that long ago. She was certain, the memories of that moment would stay with her forever, and now there was another young girl to share other first-hand memories.

Carrie nodded happily. "Uh-huh," she answered, thoroughly exhausted for the moment. She cuddled close to her father, finding the strength to fondle his diminishing cock for a second or two. Natasha ended that by climbing on the bed and between Brett's thighs. She took Brett's penis in her hand and began licking him clean and dry.

Meanwhile, Payton inserted her face between Carrie's legs and began sucking at Carrie's cunt. The sight of the lewd acts the young girls were engaging in, and the sensation of Natasha's mouth on his cock stopped the process of softening and made Brett harden again.

"So ... what're the rules around here?" Brett asked, curiously. The two other girls had fucked him to their own climaxes, then handed him off to his daughter for their first one together, and now Natasha and Payton were, literally, in bed with him and Carrie ... and the festivities didn't seem to be winding down.

"Well ... " Natasha said musingly. "Payton didn't get fucked, so she should get you next," she said matter-of-factly. "After that, I guess we should all take a shower ... 'cause you heard Amy Rogers call dibs on you," she added.

"Or you could do me in the shower," Payton suggested. "Grandpa Jack and Carrie and Alicia always talk about fucking in the shower out at the campground and I never got a chance to...." she said.

Taken aback at the business-like discussion of people having sex, who was next, who'd done something to someone else, and such, Brett tried to make sense of it all.

"You and Grandpa Jack in the showers at what campground?" he asked his daughter.

"The one with the bridge and the dried-up creek," she answered, "…yeah."

"While your mother and I were traveling?"

Carrie nodded. "And last year when we camped out there too," she added.

Brett shook his head. "Last year?"

"Yep!" Carrie said, smiling lazily. “On the picnic table too!” she said.

Brett stared at her. He didn’t disbelieve her, but.... "And where were your mother and I while all that was going on?"

"Sleeping," Carrie grinned.

Her father looked at her for a long moment. "Should I get pissed off about that?" he asked.

Carrie divined her father's real question. "Nah! Grandpa Jack didn't have a choice either," she said, waving her hand around the room where Brett still lay nude in the midst of three naked pre-teens. He took her point.

"How long has all this...?"

"Ohhhh, three years for the cunt fucking," she said, "Four years if you count just sucking Grandpa Jack's cock and him eatin' our pussies ... and last year was the first time we did any anal stuff," she added, counting on her fingers.

Brett looked at her, almost disbelievingly. But the twelve-year-old didn't have any need to exaggerate things. "Sometimes I think I'm just walking around in a daydream and not seeing anything going on around me," he muttered. Sitting on the side of the bed, he turned around at his daughter. "You gotta tell me and your mom sometime, how all this started," he said.

"Oh, that's easy," Carrie said. "Me and 'Licia were horny all the time, even when we were just eight-years-old—an’ Grandpa Jack was tickling us—an’ then 'Licia rubbed her pussy on his arm, and then we decided to make him do more stuff with us and we told him we'd call the police and tell them that he was doing nasty things to us if he didn’t do even more things with us and then we got nekkid and got in bed with him...."

Brett held up a hand to end it. "Some other time," he said, "and with some dates and ages, and stuff like that ... and slower," he added.

Then something she’d said took root in his mind. "You were eight?!!" he asked his daughter in a strangled tone.

She nodded. "Bethany Rogers is seven," she added. “And she’s been doin’ it….”

"Seven?"

"Uh-huh. But she's been playing with her pussy since she was two or three," Carrie told him. "You can't fuck her yet 'cause she's just too little in her pussy ... but she loves for boys to lick her down there and put their finger in her ... and she's using dildos to make it bigger, but it's not big enough today."

"My sister, Danielle, had to use dildos and vibrators for a whole afternoon, the first time she wanted Grandpa Jack to fuck her," Natasha said. "But it stretches ... ya know that, right?"

Brett nodded numbly.

"Yeah, Danielle 's pussy stretched out to let Grandpa Jack inside her the first time, but when she relaxes and it shrinks back down ... even the littlest boys can put their things in her and it's all good." Natasha told Brett.

"Aunt Irene said she once didn't have sex for three months one time ... before she meet Payton's daddy ... and when she got a new boyfriend ... she said her boyfriend thought she was a virgin."

Brett had no idea where to go. "Ahhhh ... well that shows you it really does stretch ... and...."

"Unstretch!" Payton said impatiently, tired of all the talking and no fucking. She got off the bed and came around to Brett's side. Taking his hands, she pulled him up.

"Shower time ... fuck with Payton ... wash up ... do lots of other girls ... 'member?" She looked him over to see if he was comprehending. "Let's go," she said authoritatively.

"Uhhhh, Daddy?" Carrie said delicately. "Would you like for us girls to shave you, down there? 'Til Sandy gets you in one of her shops...." She paused. "Or would you like to do it yourself?"

Brett gulped audibly. "I really hadn't thought about it," he replied. "Can I think about it for a while?"

Carrie shrugged. " 'Til we get the water running, I guess," she said.

"Oh ... have you girls done it before?" he asked carefully.

"Uh-huh! …To Grandpa Jack before we met up with Sandy and her laser thingies," Carrie replied.

"Ever ... uh ... cut…?"

"Nope!"

He took the plunge. "Okay, you girls do it ... but please, please, please be careful, okay?"

"Well, duh!" Carried shot back at him. "If we cut you, you're not going to be able to fuck anyone for a long time, right? Don't you think we know that?"

"Just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page," Brett said, not backing off on a matter like this.

"We are!" Carrie insisted. "Trust me," she added.

"I am," her father said softly, and was then silent.

"Isn't Rachel six-years-old?" Carrie asked Payton as the group made their way into the spacious bathroom. Kids are flexible. They take up dropped conversations in a heartbeat, leaving adults behind in the conversational dust.

"Yeah," Payton answered. She looked up at Carrie's father. "She's my little sister. You can't fuck her either," she said. "Just oral stuff and finger-fucking with your little finger only."

"Six?!!" Brett said musingly, thoroughly amazed.

"But horny," Natasha said, making her contribution to the conversation, "…very horny." She laughed at the expression on Brett's face.

"You have soooo much to catch up on," she said. "But we're going to help, aren't we?" She looked around at the other girls.

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Candy was sitting in an easy chair close to the bed where she and her father had just enjoyed her first fuck, and where Alicia was energetically sucking her Grandpa Jack. Both were apparently enjoying their parts in the act enormously.

“Soooo, Dad,” Candy began, “what’s it like to fuck your own daughter, huh?”

Grandpa Jack looked up and smiled.

“And then your granddaughter too,” Candy added.

“Pretty darned good, actually,” Grandpa Jack replied.

“Fucking your son is totally incredible too,” Sandy interjected. “Just wait ‘til you have a son fucking the cunt that he came out of that many years ago!” Her face took on a beatific smile.

“I don’t have a son,” Candy remarked. She voice was wistful—more regretful than Candy had realized she’d be at the admission.

“Not too late for that!” Sandy quipped. “You’re still young—plenty of time to have a whole slew of hot-dicked little boys!”

“That’ll take ... years,” Candy mused.

“Well ... how ‘bout I lend you one a’ mine in the meantime?” Sandy asked. “How ‘bout I lend you a son and a nephew ... huh?” She laughed.

Candy’s eyes widened into two giant saucers. Her mouth was suddenly dry.

"Hi, Mom," a young teenaged boy’s voice said. He was walking casually toward Candy from the open doorway.

Candy didn’t have any experience with being approached by a naked thirteen-year-old boy sporting a hard-on that jutted proudly from a such hairless groin. She was momentarily at a loss on how to respond. She couldn't take her eyes off the boyishly slender penis bobbing and dancing right in front of her.

Abruptly, a second boy appeared.

"You remember my cousin, Jeff?" Shawn asked. "He was at the restaurant with me and my mom an’ dad and everyone that time...."

Candy nodded. Two young cocks, rooted in smooth, bare, underflesh, bobbed in the air in front of her face. She tried to clear her throat. "I remember," she said, looking up at Jeff and remembering him from more than just at the foot of the stairs earlier. "You were sitting next to Shawn, and there was a young little girl next to you on the other side," she said.

Everyone likes to be remembered. Jeff smiled happily. "Yep, that was Dannie ... Danielle," he said, "Shawn's little sister."

Jeff glanced at his cousin. They moved a trifle closer to Candy.

"Mom," Shawn said softly, "would you like to go take a shower with us. Grandpa Jack has a really big one in the bathroom up here." He bent low and kissed Candy gently on the cheek, then her earlobe.

"It'd be a lot of fun, Mom," Jeff added. He'd slipped around to the other side of the easy chair and was bending low there. He stroked Candy’s bare shoulder and down her arm to the elbow. He caressed the woman there for a moment, then took her hand in his and massaged her forearm.

"We could wash each other," Shawn suggested softly. He moved her hair off her neck and pressed butterfly kisses down her throat along a suddenly prominent artery. Candy's jugular was pounding; her breath was shallow and fast.

"You have really beautiful breasts," Shawn told her. "They're so nice ... big and soft...." He slipped his hand onto the underslopes of Candy's right breast and hefted it, almost reverently. "But firm too, huh—not squishy or saggy...."

Jeff hefted her left breast while murmuring soft words in her ear. He bent over to kiss her swollen, hardening nipple, sucking it into his mouth and touching his teeth to the sensitive point, pretending to nibble at it.

The boys tongues swept wet circles around Candy's areolae, flicking at her erect nipples, then sucking gently on them. Their off hands were busy stroking the full-grown woman's back while they continued to fondle her breasts and assault them orally.

Candy's senses were overwhelmed by the attentions of the two boys. A flush began building on her chest and rose steadily up her neck. The wetness in her cunt was flowing again. She could feel the spreading heat in her groin. She moaned softly, arching her neck so Shawn could kiss down her throat again, and he did, ending up in the hollow of her neck.

"Let's go shower, okay?" Jeff said encouragingly, softly.

Candy's feet had been tucked under her while she sat watching Alicia service Grandpa Jack. She uncoiled, dropped her feet to the floor and got up with the assistance of both boys. They walked her toward the bathroom, stroking and kissing as they walked.

"We'll wash first," Shawn murmured. "Then we can play, alright Mom?”

"Mmmmm," Jeff said softly into her other ear. "We'll play...."

"Have you ever tried double penetration?" Shawn asked gently. His hand was on her left ass-cheek, massaging and molding the beautifully rounded globe. "I know you'll like it," he added.

"Lots and lots of soapy warm water," Jeff murmured in the woman's ear. "Then we'll make you a really happy mom, okay?"

"You can hold our pricks," Shawn said. Candy's hands shot out to each boy's front. She closed her fingers around their penises and held them in her hands as the trio passed through the doorway into the bathroom. The door closed gently.

The listeners heard the shower door open, and the water began a rushing noise. Little gasps, giggles, and moans overrode the sound of the water for a time, but the second and third faucets were opened and cloaked the sounds the three were making.

"Damn!" Grandpa Jack breathed. He looked up at Sandy. He had no idea when she'd come in, but she was standing beside the bed now. "You reckon we should warn all the women in the neighborhood not to let those boys loose?"

"Nah," Sandy said. "Maybe warn their husbands but none of those MILFs would thank you," she quipped.

She, Grandpa Jack, and Alicia all laughed.

"Uhhhh, 'Licia?" Sandy asked.

"Mmmmm?"

"I could sure use a good fucking," Sandy said, "especially after watching those boys do their thing to your Mom ... would it be okay if your grandfather fucked me instead of blowing a wad in your mouth? Please?"

"Eat my pussy like a big dog while he's doing it...," Alicia said shortly, "...and you got a deal."

"Done!" Sandy said instantly. "You wanta sit on my face with me on my back ... or I'll get on all fours and let Daddy do me that way...?"

Alicia thought for a long second. She grinned evilly. "I wanta sit on your nasty face and rub my pussy all it over and make my juices drip off your chin, woman!" she said.

"Sounds cool to me!” Sandy said briskly. "I like nasty," she remarked to no one in particular. "Slutty, slutty, slutty ... Oh God, I just love it!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

Brett Winston sat in patio chair, sipping iced tea and interestedly watching everything going on around him. Close at hand, the other adult males and females who formed this taboo little group, were laughing and talking, tossing ribald commentary and lewd jokes back and forth. Children wandered around the adults, drinking, eating ... and having sex with each other or dragging an adult from the circle for one carnal act or the other. His twelve-year-old twin daughters, Alicia and Carrie, had made several appearances. They never failed to come give their father a long, sexy kiss when they passed through, and they usually sucked on their father's cock for a moment or fondled him to see if his hard-on could be improved upon.

Everyone was stark naked, of course. There was constant stream of sexual activity all around. In fact the place reeked with the aroma of sex. Brett was certain there were invisible clouds of powerful pheromones drifting around and about. Everyone here was lifted high on the sensual stimulants ... and he wouldn’t be surprised if some of the insubstantial mist wasn’t being carried on the wind to places and people far away. He hoped those unknown folks were having as good a time as everyone here was.

Down the slope, some of the children had gathered in the small courtyard downslope where Grandpa Jack's BBQ pit was situated, and others whooped and screeched in the big swimming pool still further down the grassy slope. The pit and swimming pool might could be seen from a distant neighbor's house, so the kids down there had on the barest minimum of swimwear, but once a clearly marked boundary—there was an actual sign hammered into the ground—was passed coming up to the house, nakedness took over.

Brett was quiet, still absorbing things, trying to divine the rules by which the group was governed.

"Hi, I'm Danielle," a pretty young girl said, peeking between his crossed legs. "You can call me Dannie," she told him, patting his knee companionably.

She looked at his cock, lying in his lap, alternately hardening and lengthening, and then subsiding again. His organ was effectively reflecting his state of mind as he watched sex acts begin and run their course, or he listened to the matter-of-fact commentary of a group of families gathered together for no other purpose but good, hot, nasty sex. Mostly, he sported a hard-on and his current one began to grow rapidly as the little girl examined him.

"Okay if I touch?" she asked, making sure. Brett had heard that phrase used a number of times already. Apparently, it was assumed naked people didn't mind being touched, and naked also implied a readiness for sex ... but they were making exceptions today for the new folks. Personally, Brett couldn't imagine NOT wanting to have sex, of any or every kind, with the slender, smiling little girl.

"Oh, sure ... Dannie," Brett said quickly. "Anytime you want to," he added. "I'm Brett," he added. Seemingly, one of the other rules was that everyone went by their first names, which made sense to him. It was hard to imagine one of the girls he'd already had sex with him calling him 'Mister' or anything else.

"I know," Dannie said. " 'Licia and Carrie's dad," she said, climbing up onto his lap. She situated herself facing away from him and her lovely buttocks pressing into his belly. Her legs were splayed wide, laying on top of his, her small feet extended past his knees. She reached between her legs and brought his cock between her thighs to rub against her slit.

Brett could see the little girl's outer labia were already sopping wet, completely coated with a sexy sauce from her own baby vagina. He began hunching his cock along the little girl's opening, becoming more aroused himself when she hissed her appreciation. Her fingers pressed against the underside of his cock, increasing the contact the upper side had with her sensitive lips and hidden clitty.

"You like little girls?" Danielle asked suddenly, craning her head back against his shoulder to see his reaction.

"More and more all the time," Brett replied honestly.

The little girl giggled happily. "I like grown-up men," she confided. "I have to get stretched by dildos or something before I let a grown up put his thing in me ... but it's really good when I get filled up with one," she told an incredulous Brett.

Abruptly, she tired of the teasing game. She planted her feet on the cushion outside Brett's thighs. Lifting her body up, she reached under, grasped the shaft of Brett's cock and held him straight up. Squatting, she guided Brett's cock through the outer lips of her pussy. She held him in place, then relaxed her thigh muscles a little more, lowering her pussy around his helmet-shaped glans.

Stopping again, she rested briefly, then resumed a steady descent, driving Brett's cock into a hot, steaming little cunt that seemed to suck him in, a fraction of an inch at a time.

The little girl's vagina had been spread by the dildos she'd spoken of, so it was mostly a matter of sliding herself down slowly, so as to not let his cock drive too deep. She found the mark, wrapped her fingers around his shaft so she would know how far was too far. Then she settled back on Brett's lap, scooting around until she found a position where she could maintain that amount of penetration, but no deeper. She sighed and relaxed, content to let him rest inside her for a time.

Brett had no problem with that. The small girl's cunt was the tightest he'd ever had his cock in, a super-tight furnace made of little-girl flesh. As Danielle moved around, it seemed her vagina was massaging his cock all along its length. When he knew she was deliberately tightening muscles most women didn't even know they had in their vaginas, he rewarded the little girl with a low moan.

She giggled. "My mommy says that's why girls should do kegels," she told him. "Did it feel good?"

"You already know it did," Brett said, chuckling.

"Yeah," she said. "I don't usually do it except with boys," she remarked, " 'cause I'm already really tight," she continued. "Sometimes us girls do kegels with boys if we're stretched by a grown-up dick just before."

"Well ... you can practice with me anytime you want," Brett said passionately.

Dannie laughed, delighted with the effect she was having on the man. She knew he was in her power and she loved it.

"Who's your mommy, anyway?" Brett asked. Danielle threw out an arm, pointing at Sandy Pearson, sitting a few feet away.

Brett had watched the interplay between this woman and his wife, but he’d been distracted most of the time. He didn’t have all the names and faces coordinated yet ... and it was awfully dim out here.

"That would be me," the woman confirmed. "And this is my husband, Greg, sitting beside me with his fingers in my twat," she added.

Brett swallowed hard. He was fucking an immature, pre-teen little girl right in front of her parents. It wasn't that they weren't objecting—far from it—but it took some getting used to. But it was soooooo hot!!

Sandy leaned closer. "She's nine-years-old," she said in a stage whisper. She'd read Brett's thoughts as clearly as if they'd been broadcast over a radio network. "You're fucking a nine-year-old little girl!!" Sandy hissed as if scandalized. Then Sandy sat back in her chair. She grinned broadly. "Fuck 'er brains out!" she suggested.

Brett almost whimpered. His teeth clinched tight, he began moving his hips minutely, pushing his cock up into the little girl and backing out. He had only a short range of motion, but that was okay. Every inch of his shaft was an erogenous zone this evening. Hell, his whole body was an erogenous zone. The feeling of Danielle's butt against his groin was exquisite torture.

The pair worked their bodies back and forth. Dannie wriggled her little butt around on Brett's lap and lifted herself off him every once in a while. Any movement translated to their genitals rubbing against each other with that sweet friction that inevitably led to a culmination.

"Sweetheart," Brett groaned, "I'm going to cum in a ... minute!"

Danielle redoubled her wriggling. Not content with that, she lifted herself off Brett's lap with her leg muscles and leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on the ends of the chair arms. With that, she had leverage to begin work her tight cunt up and down on his cock. The limitation on penetration was essentially gone. Her young body had adjusted; she could accommodate almost his full length now and she took full advantage.

Whimpering and squealing, she bounced her ass off Brett's body, rising ... then slamming down again as hard as gravity and muscles could pull her. She began keening a high-pitched cry that announced her own impending orgasm.

Dannie gasped ... worked her groin up and down faster and faster, then froze with him jammed inside her to the hilt. The expression on her face would have been pain in other circumstances, but it was only the mark of the total ecstasy of a very adult orgasm that began racking her body.

She trembled. The muscles in her abdomen rippled involuntarily ... then were still. The tremors torturing her body subsided. Stray aftershocks made her catch her breath for several minutes. The exhausted nine-year-old girl collapsed backward onto her lover's body.

Everyone around could see Brett's flushed face and tight jaws. He was breathing explosively through his nose, throwing his hips up to meet Danielle's downstrokes as best he could and doing everything he could to stall his climax until the little girl had hers.

The molten cum in his testicles had risen through the secret channels deep in his groin and through to his cock. He tightened his muscles, trying to keep it from rising further ... but it became too much to bear. His cock swelled inside the little girl ... and a thick, grayish-white stream of hot cum spewed out the narrow slit in the head of his prick to coat the little girl's vagina walls.

Danielle groaned deep in her chest and mashed her butt back against the man's as best she could while Brett came inside her. Her muscles tight, she strained to get more cum from Brett's balls. He backed out, then plunged in as deep as he could get, pumping another fountain of cum into the small cunt milking his spunk out of him.

A third time, he sprayed pearly-white semen into her, and then a fourth. His body jerked with the force of his body's muscle contractions. Then a final spurt jetted forth ... and his body quieted.

Danielle butt settled on Brett's thighs; she pushed her legs out in front of her along Brett's bigger ones as her slight body collapsed against his. Brett and the young girl lay there, their gasps for air slowly subsiding and their pounding hearts trying to return to normal.

"Wow!" Danielle's mother exclaimed. "You really had a good one there, didn't you honey?" she said to the little girl.

"Uh-huh," Danielle replied in a tired voice. "Carrie and 'Licia's daddy is a good little-girl lover," she added slowly.

The pronouncement brought forth some chuckles from the surrounding adults and children. Dannie made no attempt to get off Brett's lap and he was content to half-lay there on his patio chair and caress her young body, while he did what he could to recover. With his slowly diminishing prick still lodged inside the girl's vagina, every slight movement was a new erotic experience ... a good one.

When he was able to pick up his tumbler of iced tea, the others gathered round took it as an indication he could think and talk reasonably, and maybe even take part in the conversation again.

"You're adjusting to this pretty well," Greg Pearson remarked. "It took me ... let's just say 'a while' to get with the program." The other adults and children gathered round laughed.

Brett considered the comment. "Well ... I wasn't ... heck, I didn't really know what was going on, but I think … well, maybe I subconsciously noticed the way the twins acted around Grandpa Jack—and I’m pretty sure they have been acting around him for a long while. I don't know exactly what it was, but I remember wondering about ... oh, things I can't remember to save my life right now," he confessed.

"I just remember thinking there was something going on ... and I'm not as shocked as ... ah ... well, not nearly as much as I should be. I kinda knew my wife had something of a ... fixation ... on her Dad, and she has had ever since I met her," he remarked.

"But ... uh ... you might say Candace ... uh ... Candy ... and I had an extra advantage too," he said slowly, exploring his thoughts in his mind before he broached them in public. "Hmmmm ... well, to make it short, Ca—Candy and I did some ... ummmm ... well, we were in 'the Lifestyle' for a while," he said finally.

"Oh ... goin' out to nasty little clubs where they have free-for-all backrooms, and having naked house parties, and fuckin' some guy's wife while he fucks yours—that kind a' lifestyle?" Grandpa Jack asked cheerfully.

Brett winced. He hadn't noticed his father-in-law join the group but there he was, sitting only a couple of Adirondack chairs away. A small girl was on Grandpa Jack's lap and his hard cock was captured between her slender thighs. It had to be the six-year-old Carrie had mentioned earlier in the afternoon.

There was no possibility the tyke could possible insert Grandpa Jack's penis inside her tiny little pussy, but she was grinning, humping her baby-cunt up and down, obviously loving rubbing her puffy little pubic mound on Grandpa Jack's shaft.

"Uhhhh ... yeah," Brett finally admitted, when he was able to remember he owed Grandpa Jack and answer.

Grandpa Jack grinned wickedly at his son-in-law.

"Then how the ... blankets-blank ... did you let that bundle of suppressed urges you're married to slide so far backward?" Sandy Pearson interjected.

"Well, the twins came along pretty quickly after we were married," Brett explained. "And we moved when my job moved ... and there were some people in the group we were with we really didn't like much anyway. So we'd been going to the parties less and less anyway. So when we got to our new place, we just kinda let it slide and concentrated on other stuff," he said lamely. He shrugged.

"You know better now, right?" Grandpa Jack asked. "This lifestyle is a lot ... more intense ... than diddling your neighbor's wife. "And that daughter of mine looks like she needs lots of 'diddling' to keep her satisfied and regular," he opined. It brought a chuckle from everyone, including Brett.

"Ahhhh ... " Greg Pearson said, by way of getting everyone's attention, "Sandy and I were involved in that 'lifestyle' too ... for a while," he admitted.

"Us too," Irene Campbell said briefly, laughing.

"And us three," Aaron Rogers confessed.

"Really!" Greg Pearson interjected. "Heck, Sis, I didn't know that!" he told his sister, Amy.

"Oh yes," Amy replied in a composed tone. "Until Brenda turned five, actually ... and I always had permission to make it with you, big brother," she continued. "We almost talked to you guys about swapping ... about a dozen times damn times!" she said.

"Oh yeah!" her husband, Stan said emphatically. "I was soooo looking forward to making it with my lovely and very sexy sister-in-law," he said.

"Actually, she's my sister-in-law, honey," Amy observed.

"Who cares?" Stan quipped. "You can do her too, if you want," he remarked. He chuckled at his own joke.

Sandy stood up and walked sexily over to Stan and dropped onto his lap. She wiggled around for a moment and grinned. Stan's hard-on was lengthening and swelling fast.

"Dear … dear, sweet Sandy...," Stan said hoarsely, "we're going to have to go find a horizontal surface somewhere close by so we can do this right," he said. "This chair just isn't going to hold up to what I'm about to do to you," he added.

"Sounds good to me," Sandy replied, getting to her feet and taking Stan's hand when he rose too. "Bye, y'all," she said. "We'll be back ... after while!"

Sandy stopped before she'd gone three steps. "Hey, wait a minute," she said. She turned around to face Grandpa Jack. "What about you, old man?" she joked. "You the only one of us not in the lifestyle? Even in the 'olden days'?"

Grandpa Jack snorted derisively. "Olden days?" he asked scornfully. "You get sassy, young lady, and I'll bend you over my knee," he commented.

"Ooh—gonna get kinky, eh?" Sandy retorted, wiggling her hips suggestively. "But you didn't answer the question, did you? Were you and your wife into fucking and sucking with the neighbors and stuff?" She giggled.

Grandpa Jack grinned. "Absolutely," he said. "Jeanette and I got into it a couple months after Candace ... Candy ... was born, and we stayed with it for a few years ... until Tracy was born. Then, two more girls came along … and we just kinda stopped—and then we got divorced."

"Oh," Sandy said. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

"Not a problem!" Grandpa Jack said with a smile. "I barely think of the wicked witch of the west anymore," he joked. "Her ability to affect me ended long time ago."

There was a short silence, broken only by low chuckles.

"Curious though, isn't it," Grandpa Jack mused soberly. "We're all survivors of that lifestyle; is it possible that experience made us … ah … 'ready' … for this new one ... 'cause we sure jumped into this one real easy, didn't we?"

"Could be," Brett admitted. "Maybe that's why I didn't have too much problem with things ... and maybe it helped me, subconsciously, see what was happening between the twins and you, Grandpa Jack, and you all."

"You think we all, subconsciously too, saw something in each other that said, 'Hey, they're into ... uh ... family sex?" Stan Rogers suggested. They were quiet for a time.

"Interesting," Greg Pearson said at length. "So maybe we all recognized that 'X' factor in each other—whatever ‘X’ is—and we've come together ... faster than we might have otherwise?"

"Could be," Amy said. “But don’t forget all our young‘uns have opted for this ‘lifestyle’ too. Not a one of ‘em has run off screaming and dialing 911 for help, have they?”

“Good point,” Grandpa Jack observed. He took things one step further. “So … were all the kids … ah … predisposed to accepting—or initiating—this awfully taboo sex life by something we adults were showing … maybe even teaching … them? I mean like subliminals … unconsciously ‘teaching’ attitudes and … whatever … to them without us being aware of it?”

There was a long moment of quiet while the group considered the question.

“Well … I don’t have a clue,” Irene Campbell confessed, “but I can’t think of anything I said or did that would lead my kids down this path. It’ll take a lot of studyin’ to get a handle on that,” she continued. “And if we decide we did, or did not, I’m not sure it makes a difference … now that it’s already happened!” She laughed.

“That’s true,” Grandpa Jack replied. “What’s done is done … and we might never know if we did anything or not.” He smiled to himself. “And what if it’s nothing we said or did? What if it’s just in our genes, eh?”

“…Some people, by their … DNA? … willing and ready to have sex with their own children—and their children to have sex with their parents, as well as with people from other families?” Brett asked. “Interesting,” he added.

No one could think of anything to add to that line of conversation.

"So, anyway, if we see someone else we think has this 'X factor' too, what do we do about it?" Irene Campbell asked interestedly.

"Ahhhhh—well, it's already happened," Stan remarked. "Brenda's best friend ... our next door neighbor ... has been doing it with her father an’ her brothers and her little sister ... for quite a while, it seems."

"Stan," Amy interjected, "that's not what we're talking about. Sherrie was hot for your bod all along and she just screwed up when she told Brenda."

"Well ... maybe she screwed up, and maybe she didn’t, honey," Stan responded slowly. "How do we know this girl didn't subconsciously recognize the special relationship Brenda was having with me over the past few weeks? Did she see something in our family change all of a sudden, and it keyed something in her? You know, that Freudian slip thing was awfully convenient when she mistakenly told Brenda about her own relationship with her father, wasn’t it!"

"Ahhhh, I think I see what you’re saying,” Amy remarked. "But, dumpling, you figuring all this out—it’s beginning to worry me! If you're going to start using logic when we talk, a lot of our conversations are gonna be real short ones," she said.

Everyone chuckled.

"So ... what is this 'special' ... whatever it is?" Irene asked. The group was stumped.

"It might be like that old definition of real art," Grandpa Jack offered. "As in 'I don't know what art is, but I know it when I see it?"

"Could be," Irene murmured. Mumbled agreements came from the other adults.

"There's one thing though," Grandpa Jack remarked when Sandy and Aaron would have turned to leave for their 'flat surface' out in the gathering twilight. They waited for him to continue.

"Not one of us has suggested this group is already the perfect size for 'Lifestyle, Version II' or whatever you call what we're doing," he noted. "Curious, huh?"

"Does that mean we're going to have more boys and girls to play with, and mommies and daddies too?" Danielle interjected from her place on Brett's lap.

"Cool!" she remarked when there was no comment from the adults. The absence of a denial was as good as a 'Yes' in a child's world. "So, do us kids get to help them ... uh ... figure out what they really want to do ... like 'Licia and Carrie and the other kids got to do today?" she asked. There wasn't an answer to this either.

"You know, Daddy," she said speculatively, "I kinda think Lisa Cunningham is doing it with her daddy ... or someone else, maybe. She said something one day ... I can't remember what it was, but it sounded real weird to me when she said it." She closed her eyes wearily. "I'll think about it and figure out what she said ... sometime."

Her father, Greg Pearson, cleared his throat. "Uhhhh, Lisa Cunningham is almost twelve, or maybe she is twelve—cute as the devil, with really great legs and nice ... interesting bumps making her blouses look ... really ... neat!" he mused. He paused. "Personally, I think she's been horny since the day she was born.

"She always looks me right in the eye when she talks to me ... except when she's staring at my crotch when she thinks I'm not looking. And I swear she'd fall on the ground with her legs spread, if someone just asked," Greg continued. He was quiet for a while.

"And," he went on, "she's got six cutie-pie sisters and five brothers," he added. "And an 'aunt', who can't be any older than Brenda ... for instance ... living with them," he said. "Mom's a looker too ... and Dad gets my better half all hot and bothered from time to time...." He sat back in his chair and stroked his cock. It had risen without him noticing.

"Awfully interesting, isn't it?" Grandpa Jack asked softly, ending the silence. "You and your daughter both see something in young Lisa Cunningham that calls out to you.”

“Intriguing as all get out ... isn't it?"

At that moment, little naked Rachel, deserted Grandpa Jack’s lap and trudged over to Aaron and climbed resolutely up on his lap. She turned to face everyone and smiled sweetly. "Play with me, Daddy?" she asked.

"Do I have to?"

She nodded, totally unconcerned by her father's feigned reluctance. She knew he’d do it every time he got a chance.

"Well ... okay ... if I have to," Aaron told the tiny girl. His right hand was soon cupping the child's pubic mound and his middle finger stroking her puffy outer labia where they met so tightly. He looked up.

"Rachel?" he said, to get the girl's attention. "This is Mr. Winston," he said, pointing to Brett.

"Rachel is going to be seven in just two months," Aaron told Brett.

Brett waved uncertainly at the little one. He wasn't quite sure the proper etiquette for greeting a girl-child while her father fondled her right in front of everyone. "Hi, Rachel," Brett said.

He looked up. Candy had made her way into the circle.

“Rachel,” Brett said carefully. “This is my wife, Candy.”

"Hi ... " Rachel answered in a high, piping little voice. She looked at Candy interestedly. "Is Grandpa Jack your Daddy?" she asked.

Candy nodded.

"Mommy told me you'd be here today," the small child said. "Are you happy you came?" she asked curiously.

Candy had to think for a moment. She hadn't expected that question.

"From the mouths of babes," Grandpa Jack murmured.

Candy glanced at her father; her expression was unsettled. She took a deep breath.

"Yeah ... yes, I guess I'm glad I came," she said slowly.

"You guess?” Grandpa Jack asked skeptically.

Candy looked at him almost resentfully. Grandpa Jack wasn't leaving her any wiggle room at all.

"All right!!" she said grumpily. "I'm awfully, really, really, REALLY glad I came!"

"That's good," Rachel said equably. "It's so much fun here," she added. "We get to suck our daddy's cock and play with it ... and he plays with us ... like putting his finger in our pussies ... and our brothers and all the boys lick us ... an' ... ever'thing," she said, her eyes drooping. She wiggled around on her father's lap, found a more comfortable position and closed her eyes for a nap.

Candy watched the little girl as she fell asleep. The youngster's tiny hand lay over her father's big one as he continued to stroke in and out of her pussy. Whenever he stopped, the six-year-old's face clouded, and she would urge her dad's hand back into motion again without waking. The others in the group smiled gently at the scene.

Candy came to a decision. She stood, grabbed a cushion from the chair next to her and walked over to Grandpa Jack. She dropped the cushion at her father's feet and knelt.

"Rachel says she’s sucked her father’s cock—a six-year-old has sucked her Daddy's cock ... and I never have sucked my Daddy's," she remarked. She took a deep breath. "And it's high time I did."

She pushed Grandpa Jack's willing thighs apart and fondled his cock for a long moment. "I meant to ask ... how come you're so smooth ... how come you're balls and your dick are so smooth?" she asked.

"Talk to your 'sister' Sandy," Grandpa Jack replied, chuckling. "She owns these shops where all they do all day long is zap innocent little body hairs nobody wants anymore," he said. "You can take care of everything in not too many visits," he said, "and you won't have to shave anything ever again."

He paused. "Ask for Marie," he advised. "She's nineteen and she’s hot as all get out," he said sagely. "Doesn't care who she's doing, either," he added, smiling blissfully at a good memory.

"Sandy's busy," Grandpa Jack told his daughter, divining who Candy was looking for, twisting around in her seat. "She'll be back right after you hear a panther scream," he added, grinning.

"You'll know," Grandpa Jack said, seeing Candy's confusion, "trust me, you'll know."

Candy shrugged and bent to take her father's cock in her mouth for the first time ever.

"I wish I'd done this when I was nine and you dumped me off your lap when you got hard, watching those cheerleader competitions on TV," she told her father. “We should a’ done this a long, long time ago, Daddy.”

At that moment, Alicia walked up to the circle and paused to take in what was happening. “Cool, Mom! About time!” she advised her mother. She walked on.

It occurred to Candy that Brett might not appreciate his wife kneeling in front of her own father and sucking him off. She glanced around at him and looked at him, contemplating the bad thing that could happen if Brett disapproved.

“Go for it, Mom,” Alicia called to her mother as she sidled around the circle’s circumference. “Grandpa’s cum is the good tasting kind.” She walked on. “So’s Daddy’s,” she called over her shoulder as she went into the dimness.

Candy looked at her husband balefully. “I should have known…,” she snorted.

“Hon…,” Brett retorted. “You could’ve been pretty much where your daughters were when they started doing things with your father. Didn’t you just say something about when you were nine-years-old?”

“Well…,” Candy started to argue. She glanced around at a circle of amused adults. All of them knew Brett had already taken this round in their conversation.

Candy yielded the point. “I knoooooow...,” she said regretfully. “Wouda, coulda, shoulda, huh?”

“Precisely!” Brett answered shortly. Supremely satisfied, he settled back in his seat to watch his wife service his father-in-law.

Candy resumed what she’d been doing. Showing every sign of enjoying giving oral attentions to her father, she took him deep in her throat. Her eyes lit with an inner lust when Grandpa Jack groaned in appreciation. Moments later, she lifted her face to grin at her dad—and all around the circle of approving men and women—with cum smeared all over her lips and cheeks.

“Did I do good, Daddy?” she asked playfully.

“You did real good, Sugar,” Grandpa Jack said. “Real good!!”

Sandy and Stan came back into the circle just in time to see and hear that.

“Damn, “ Sandy remarked. “Have an intervention early in the day, and it’s ‘Candy Winston, Daddy’s Cum Slut’ by moonrise, huh?” She laughed.

“Way to go … Sis!” she congratulated Candy. Both women grinned wickedly at each other.

CHAPTER EIGHT

A successful campaign begets new campaigns. The smart campaigner uses lessons from the last operation to plan the new one….

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Greg and Sandy Pearson did what they could to investigate their neighbors across the street, the Cunninghams, short of hiring a private investigator. It wasn’t easy, even when Greg set up spy cameras under the eaves of his house oriented so they could watch what went on across the street. They dearly wished they could plant some inconspicuous little surveillance cams inside the Cunningham home, but they couldn’t think of any way to get a nanny-cam or the like inside the Cunningham’s front door.

They kidded each other about not being able to find Agent 007 when you needed him … or one of his compatriots. Curiously, they laughed, Craig’s List didn’t have a single entry for James Bond wannabees….

So, the Pearsons were left with certain clearly definable ‘facts’ to deal with. For one thing, neither Paul nor Theresa ever used the words ‘daughter’ or ‘son’ ! It was always, “…this is my boy’ or ‘have you met my girl…’ or something like that. Mom and Dad—Theresa and Paul—were waaaaayyyy too young to be parents of two fourteen-year-old boys ... who didn't look anything alike, oh-by-the-way. One boy had blond hair, the other dark, and their features didn’t favor either Theresa or Paul. ‘Ross’ was a thick-framed, football playing kinda boy while ‘Steve’ ran track … and their young bodies looked like what they did.

‘Raymond’ was twelve—as were his 'sisters' Lisa and Bianca. They didn’t look like each other at all—they certainly weren’t identical triplets. Actually, Raymond bore a resemblance to only one of the other siblings ... ten-year-old ‘Charlotte’ . The children's 'aunt' was sixteen years old, and nobody knew where she'd come from or anything about her. Her long, dark red hair and ‘milk and honey' complexion made her stand out from the rest of the kids in the family.

It was clearly a 'blended' family—everybody knew that—they admitted it, in fact. …But the 'parents' didn't seem to fit any pattern. Neither of the adults had a line on his or her face from the stress of raising a vast household full of kids.

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So they did what any military strategist would do to fake out the opposition. They bluffed.

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Theresa Cunningham welcomed Greg and Sandy at the Cunningham's front door. She looked a little shaken by the Pearson's earlier phone call. What could the Pearsons have that was so important, it had to be discussed in person?

She called her husband, Paul, in from the back yard where he'd been preparing a new patio slab for pouring. The four of them sat down in the living room, coffee cups full, and the Cunninghams' faces full of apprehension.

"I guess there's nothing for it but to just blurt it out," Greg said solemnly. "I guess you know that your Lisa is best friends with our Natasha, right?"

Theresa and Paul nodded.

"Well, apparently, our daughters ... your Lisa and our Natasha ... have decided they’d like to trade dads for a weekend, Paul," Greg told them. "And they've been discussing ways and means of making that happening ... soon," he added calmly.

Theresa and Paul winced. Their faces turned ashen. Their eyes locked as shock overcame them.

At length, Paul cleared his throat. "I ... I don't know what to say," he said hoarsely. "Lisa doesn't have our permission to arrange anything like ... like ... uh, you being with my girls or me...."

He stopped. His eyes narrowed and his lips tightened. Something wasn’t right. The Pearsons from across the street were grinning triumphantly at each other and giving each other an impromptu high five….

He leaned forward, preparing to get up. He was quite ready to get pissed off ... fast!

"We can cut this short," Greg said, as he and Sandy stopped celebrating and calmed themselves. They tried to wipe the grins off their faces—clearly Paul didn’t appreciate the Pearsons smiling in the midst of what Paul was considering a tragedy.

Greg took in a deep breath. "I do apologize for our little sham," Greg said sincerely.

He wanted to get that in before anything unpleasant happened. Paul was too damn big—it wouldn’t do to let him work on that anger Greg saw in his face.

"We didn't know any other way to approach you…,” Gregg continued. “We thought we had some things figured out about y’all, but we couldn’t nail it down. So we thought our best chance was to catch you off-guard, in order to find out something very important to us."

Paul considered what Greg said. "Very important—to you," he asked, pointing at Greg and Sandy, "or ... to us?" His hand swept to the side to include his wife.

"Us ... me and ... well, it means all of us." Greg remarked. He glanced at Sandy before pressing on "and for some other folks ... but they are right minded," he added.

"It seemed to us that your family has engaged in ... relationships that ordinary ... you know, plain vanilla families ... just don’t do," Greg said delicately. "We were almost certain of it—just from watching your kids and you—and your reaction right now just confirmed it. If you weren't involved in, shall we call them 'open' relationships? Well, anyway, you'd have reacted differently to what we said."

There was a long silence. Paul and Theresa took each others hand.

"Are you going to the police?" Paul said huskily.

"Police?! Oh good God, no!!" Sandy said loudly.

"No, no ... you don't understand," Greg added hastily. "When I said, 'important to us' I meant that ... uh ... we're all in the same boat."

The silence was broken by a sob that ripped from Theresa's throat. Tears dribbled down her cheeks.

"Dammit, Greg!" Sandy exploded. "You and your damned long-winded explanations. You need to work getting straight to the point without torturing everyone to death. Sandy rose and walked over to Theresa and sat down beside her, putting her arm around Theresa and patting her back.

"Theresa," Greg said anxiously, "I'm soooo sorry. I should have been clearer," he apologized.

"I'm just relieved," Theresa choked out. "I thought we were all going to jail and...." She dabbed at her eyes with a napkin and tried to smile. "Y'all go on talking," she said. "I get so emotional some times. All I need to do is get a good cry finished, and then I'm all right."

"Until the next time!" Paul said dryly, but he had a tender smile for his wife. He settled back on the sofa's back cushion and gave Greg a baleful look.

Paul paused to get some ideas arranged in sequence. "Okay ... when you said ‘trade dads’, we should have answered, 'Oh, whatever do you mean? What have those girls gotten into their tiny little minds', right?”

“Or ... we could have said, ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ right?"

Greg nodded contentedly . "Something like that."

"Or 'I want an attorney right now' ... if it was in an ... an 'official' setting." Paul said gruffly. "Hindsight sure is 20/20, huh?"

"Yeah," Greg said carefully. "Actually, this is a good ... training experience ... for Sandy and me too," he said. "Something we should have thought about before, and prepared ourselves to face something like this too." He glanced at his wife. “Are you taking notes, honey?” he asked facetiously. Gregg calmly ignored Sandy’s malevolent expression.

"Uh-huh," Paul said ironically. "We’re really glad to have been of service in your … continuing education,” he said sarcastically. He was shifting around in his seat, too aggravated to sit still.

"And now that we all know what’s happening here…," Theresa interjected hastily. Her husband could work himself up to an explosion in no time at all if he was left to himself. She wanted to short-circuit that, and the quicker she pinched off the fuse, the better.

"I can't think of any way to actually bring the subject up, other than something like what y’all have done…," she said calmly. "Can you, Paul?" she asked, with a little edge in her voice.

"No," Paul admitted grudgingly. He snorted scathingly. "But I'm sure gonna think on it." The acid was gone from his voice, though. He relaxed slightly, settling back on the sofa cushions for the first time in a while.

"So, what would you have done if we hadn't reacted like little kids caught with our hands in the cookie jar?" Theresa asked, turning back to Greg.

"Oh!” Greg replied with some enthusiasm. This was something he’d prepared for.

“You see, with my college minor in computer technology and Paul's experience as a contractor in mind, we'd have explained that y'all must have misunderstood what we were trying to say—that the girls actually agreed that one dad could teach the other family some details about how computers work, and the other dad could help hammer together a new deck for our backyard ... or something like that. It would have all been a mix-up," Greg said. "We'd have laughed about it and after the second beer, no one would have remembered a thing."

"By the way, in the interests of complete disclosure, Lisa never said anything remotely like what I quoted her as saying," he apologized. "It was just something I could 'interpret' that way."

"And scare the living shit out of us," Theresa remarked. "I'm so glad Lisa didn't really slip up. We've been soooo careful for so long and there isn't a day goes by...."

Theresa looked at Greg for a long moment, then grinned. "On the other hand, our dear little Lisa," Theresa said delicately, "actually did say, just last week, she'd loooooove for you to screw her 'til she walked funny," she told Greg.

Theresa giggled like a schoolgirl when a tent began building in Greg's pants and Sandy joined in with a cheerful guffaw too. Paul and Greg contributed hearty laughs seconds later.

Paul was distracted by a sudden vision of Lisa and Greg doing nasty things to each other … on a bed beside him doing nasty things to a naked Natasha … or Danielle … or both….

"Ahhhh...,” Paul said slowly, “…is it too soon to suggest ... ah … that we could get everyone together ... and ... uh...?"

"Get to know each other?" Sandy suggested.

Paul nodded. "On as many levels as possible," he remarked.

"I know for a fact, there are girls and boys upstairs who would love to meet the folks across the street," Theresa confided, "on every level."

The foursome chuckled, feeling warm and comfortable with each other for the first time.

"Mmmmm," Sandy replied, “…that’s sounds heavenly.” She grinned roguishly. “And it goes both ways, you know?”

"As it happens, my brother and his family will also be joining us," she added. “They’re all over at our place and they’re all primed and ready, as it were, for a little … uh … inter-familial get-together.”

"Really!!" Paul said, thoroughly amazed. His imagination was in full gear. He stared into space for a moment. "Do you know … is everybody in this town, by any chance...?"

"No," Greg said regretfully. "But there are others with our outlook on life," he said happily. "We'll have to tell you about Grandpa Jack, and his daughter ... and his granddaughters ... he's Sandy's adopted 'Daddy', and then there's my sister and her husband ... and all their kids ... and ... then there's all of yours.... Hell, the list is growing by leaps and bounds."

"Grandpa?" Paul said wonderingly, “…his daughter and granddaughters? GRANDDAUGHTERS?!!" He was visibly intrigued. “Oh, my!” he whispered

Paul wet his lips and sat back in his seat, nerving himself for the next step. He took a deep breath. HE shot a glance at his wife.

"My ... sister ... and I are looking forward to meeting everyone," Paul told them, letting out the breath he'd held on to for a while. He waited expectantly. Theresa and Paul took each others hands and smiled at the Pearsons.

"Yeeee—haaaaaw!" Sandy squealed. "Damn! Brother and sister … married, huh? How cool is that? Boy, have we got stories to tell ... and people to do!"

She took out her smart phone and punched in the numbers for a call to the waiting throng of horny people across the street.

CHAPTER NINE

Grandpa Jack lay back in his brand new, jumbo-sized hammock and surveyed as much of the campground as he could see—which was essentially all of it on this side of the "Y"—from the shower/restroom facility all the way past his campsite, and down to the end of the paved access in that direction. A look of idyllic satisfaction was pasted over his face ... because the campground belonged to him now.

He smiled happily. The Corps of Engineers hadn't been able to continue maintaining a site that wasn't generating any revenue and the campground was put up for auction.

Grandpa Jack learned the Corps assumed the ground would be purchased back by the rancher whose property backed up to the campground, from whose grandfather the land was purchased in the first place, but the guy hadn't even submitted a bid.

There was an old spring out by the eastern edge of the campground, but it went dry a few years after the CCC built the campground back in the 1930's. The grass still grew lush and green throughout the campground and all around, though. Clearly, the water was still there ... deep underground maybe ... but the grass in the campground and its environs was just too far from flowing water for cattle to be walking. It was worthless to the rancher.

So Grandpa Jack put in the only bid; it was accepted, and next Monday, the title transfer process would officially be complete. Grandpa Jack even bought another sixty acres from the rancher to go along with the campground.

Those sixty acres were already fenced off, easy to maintain, and it gave the campground a nice buffer zone on that side between the lifestyle in the park, and the rest of the rancher's domain. Grandpa Jack wanted to see if that spring couldn't be revived so he made sure he got the mineral and water rights to the property. He knew where a man could lay his hands on a couple sticks of dynamite. Sometimes springs just needed a little jolt—whether approved by state agencies or not—to clean out the workings....

Anyway, for this last weekend of camping at the Corps of Engineers campground, Grandpa Jack worked with Old Jim to reserve the whole danged campground so there was no possibility anyone would interfere with the weekend Grandpa Jack and everyone else had in mind. Not being disturbed, or observed, was tremendously important to the campground inhabitants. As of Friday evening, even Old Jim and his wife were away, visiting relatives in the city.

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Grandpa Jack smiled and lithely unfolded his body from the hammock and moved out onto the camp road’s hard surface to meet the grown woman and the young girl walking toward him.

"Hi, I'm Theresa Cunningham," the attractive woman said, smiling a little shyly. "And this is my daughter, Charlotte—she’s ten years old," she added. Charlotte wasn’t the woman’s real daughter. Grandpa Jack already knew that. The Cunninghams were an imitation family of orphans headed by a ‘married’ brother and sister. But twenty eight-year-old Theresa was the mother of the whole crew; her thirty-year-old brother was the father, and Charlotte was one of a bunch of pre-teen and teenaged kids. If it worked for them, it worked for Grandpa Jack

"I'm Jack Cartwright," he said. “Everyone calls me Grandpa Jack—cause I’m a grandfather and ... the moniker just seems to fit who I am.”

"We know," Theresa answered. "We ... me and Charlotte ... we decided we wanted to get ... get to know you ... first," she remarked, blushing again. She glanced down at his cock, looked around at the trees and open prairie, and swallowed hard. Clearly she wasn’t accustomed to open-air nudity and what was going on, going on in plain view. The great outdoors did get some getting used to.

Grandpa Jack grinned warmly. He stepped closer and drew the woman in for a quick kiss. His rising penis brushed her belly and she drew in a quick breath.

"I am truly honored," Grandpa Jack said slowly. His left hand rose almost to the level of Theresa's right breast. "May I?" he asked.

"Sure!" came a piping voice from below Theresa's left arm. "Ain't that what we came for ... to do each other?"

A little startled, Theresa smiled. She nodded to Grandpa Jack and then looked down at her foster daughter. The young girl was anxiously hoping from one sandaled foot to the other. Clearly, ten-year-old Charlotte was more than ready to get things going.

Grandpa Jack took a quick moment to caress Theresa's breast and then bent low to plant a kiss on her nipple. It reddened quickly with the flow of blood, visibly hardening and lengthening. Theresa was well-endowed without being huge. She was tall and slim, with gentle curves that invited a man's close attention. The dark-eyed brunette had well-molded thighs and calves legs ... and surprisingly small feet below.

"Mmmmm," Grandpa Jack grunted appreciatively. Theresa was his kind of woman, one whose body responded quickly, unabashedly, if the erection of her nipple was any indication.

Grandpa Jack knelt on his left knee to bring his face down to Charlotte's level. "What you said ... I'm pretty sure that's exactly what we came here for," he said, answering her question.

He looked the ten-year-old over carefully. She was probably only four feet, and four inches or so. Sturdily built, she had a trifling of 'baby fat' still on her frame, not even enough to speak of, really. Green eyed, auburn haired, and lightly freckled, she grinned lazily at Grandpa Jack, perfectly content for an older man to catalog every inch of her naked body.

Charlottes breasts were still only the size of walnut shells, with coral-colored tips in the centers that were already hardening. Her diamond-hard little nipples, only the size of a BB so far, proved the little girl was quite capable of becoming aroused ... quickly and without much physical stimulation.

"Is it all right if I touch you down there," Grandpa Jack asked the youngster, pointing to her cunt.

"Sure!" Charlotte answered quickly. She moved her left foot a few inches farther from her right one to open up her body and expose her beautifully sculpted and completely bald mons veneris.

Grandpa Jack took the clear invitation and cupped her mound in his big hand. The little girl's breath hissed between her teeth at his gentle touch.

Unconsciously, she pulled her groin back, then thrust it forward again ... and began to hump his hand slowly.

"You can touch me anywhere you want," little Charlotte said weakly, her attention split between his touch and a need to express herself. "You can put your ... anything you want in me too," she said, her voice stronger.

"You can put your thing in my ... pussy, or my ass-hole or in my mouth too," she said, trying again. "But you can't put it in my mouth or my pussy after you put it in my butt!" she said sternly, making sure Grandpa Jack knew the rules beforehand.

Grandpa Jack smiled. "I'll be sure to remember all of that," he said, inching his middle finger deeper between Charlotte's outer labia. He felt the slippery wetness there and grinned broadly. He cocked his head to one side, as if studying her. "And I think that before we're through," he said solemnly, "I'm going to stick my 'thing' in all three," he concluded.

Charlotte smiled broadly, wriggling happily in his hands. "Just not all at the same time," she cautioned again.

Grandpa Jack nodded. "Got it!"

"Mmmmm," Charlotte moaned delightedly, wiggling her immature hips and thrusting her groin out for Grandpa Jack to fondle more. His finger slipped deeper inside. In another moment, he was finger-fucking the young girl all the way into her immature vagina.

In seconds, little Charlotte was swaying fore and aft in time to his finger sliding in and out. Her eyes couldn’t focus very well, and her breathing grew shallow and quicker. She shuffled a half step closer and spread her feet wide to give Grandpa Jack better access.

Grandpa Jack looked up at the girl's foster mother and grinned happily. She was watching the action intently and showed a faint flush spreading across her upper chest and neck. "Mom" was aroused too.

Charlotte was to his right front, her eyes closed now as she reveled at Grandpa Jack's slowly pistoning finger.

"Come here," Grandpa Jack said, motioning to Theresa. When she was close enough, Grandpa Jack slipped his left hand between the mature woman's thighs and pressed his thumb between her outer lips.

Theresa moaned softly.

Freeing his thumb from Theresa’s pussy, Grandpa Jack touched the woman’s rectum, then inserted his middle finger carefully into her butt hole. Using the lewd handhold, urged the woman closer. He contorted his body, angling his head and neck so his open mouth could fasten over her wet slit.

Theresa groaned aloud.

Young Charlotte's eyes popped open and she watched Grandpa Jack's tongue lapping her foster mother's steaming pussy. Charlotte smiled beatifically and closed her eyes again. For a long moment, there were only the sounds of slurping and sucking noises ... and assorted moans and groans as the two females did little dances on Grandpa Jack's fingers and tongue.

The pavement was becoming increasingly uncomfortable for Grandpa Jack and his neck began to complain at the contortions he had to perform in order to eat Theresa's pussy. So he pulled back, straightening his back to work out the kinks and massaged his aching back. He stood as the girls pouted.

"Ladies," Grandpa Jack said, "how about we move the party to a nice, comfortable spot under yonder tree?" he added, pointing over to the big air mattress a little beyond his hammock. Without really waiting for an answer, he put an arm around Theresa's waist and the other around Charlotte's shoulder. The trio strolled to the mattress.

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" the ten-year-old girl asked Grandpa Jack. She was smiling, wiggling her hips suggestively, and somehow dancing in place all at the same time.

Grandpa Jack wasn't sure her body was ready for him. His finger sliding in and out of the young girl's pussy had been clasped awfully tightly. On the other hand, he didn't want to ruin the mood everyone was in.

"I think some fucking is exactly what we need to do," Grandpa Jack replied with a grin. He swept the young girl off her feet and lowered her, squealing, to the mattress. He lay beside her and mouthed her small right breast, sucking at the nipple and licking all around. His right hand slipped down her belly to her bald pussy and his middle forefinger slid right back inside her sweltering cunt. Charlotte whimpered; her thighs clamped shut over his hand, then dropped away again. She moaned and humped her naked cunt up into Grandpa Jack's palm.

He looked up. "Help me?" he said suggestively, pulling his finger from Charlotte's young pussy. Theresa knelt uncertainly and let Grandpa Jack position her between Charlotte's slim thighs. He licked experimentally at Charlotte's pink outer lips.

What Grandpa Jack had in mind became clear and the woman settled down and began to enthusiastically lick her foster-daughter's young cunt. Grandpa Jack mouthed each of the young bumps on Charlotte's chest a couple of times more, twirled her diminutive little nipples between his fingers one final time and then rose to his feet, grinning broadly. Charlotte moaned, but her foster mother's mouth was doing some really fine work on her super-heated pussy. The ten-year-old couldn't form the words to protest Grandpa Jack not fucking her.

Urging Theresa's legs apart, Grandpa Jack settled behind the mature woman and reached under her to fondle her pussy for a moment. Theresa moved her knees further apart, put her hands under her foster daughter's butt to pull the little girl's pussy tighter against her mouth. She hiked her ass a little higher; her hips wiggled slowly from side to side invitingly.

There was no reason to delay. Grandpa Jack fisted his cock and pressed forward, spreading Theresa's outer labia and working the big knob up and down her slit for a moment. A little leaking pre-cum mixed with the fragrant juices from her cunt. Grandpa Jack leaned in, thrusting a couple of inches into the woman's scorching-hot vagina.

Theresa whimpered, arching her back high before settling down again. She shuddered briefly.

"Too much?" Grandpa Jack asked.

"Too good!" she answered. “Don’t stop!” she commanded. She pushed back against Grandpa Jack, seating another couple of inches of his spear in her cunt. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "Just fuck me," she added.

"Mommy! Eat me!" Charlotte insisted, fastening her hands behind Theresa's neck and pulling the woman's mouth back down to her little-girl pussy.

Grandpa Jack thrust deep and Theresa groaned deeply again into Charlotte's young cunt, making the youngster moan in unison with her foster mother. Charlotte's feet beat a quick tattoo on the mattress. She humped her groin up increase the contact with Theresa's wet lips.

"Do it again!" Charlotte demanded. Obligingly, Grandpa Jack rammed his cock deeper and then pulled out. The trio quickly established a rhythm. Little gasps, sighs, and deep groans were the only means of communication for a long while.

When Grandpa Jack reached around Theresa's body to fondle her breasts, pinching lightly at her nipples and squeezing the fullness of her flesh, it set off a hard orgasm. Theresa cried out, shoved her ass back at Grandpa Jack and trembled for a long instant. Her cry evidently was all that Charlotte needed, and she began to thrash around under her foster mother, pressing her young pussy harder against her foster-mother's mouth and trying to push Theresa's head away at the same time.

Grandpa Jack spewed a load of scalding cum into Theresa's cunt, then another, bucking hard against her firm ass-cheeks and slamming his cock as deep as he could. The trio ground their heated body parts against one another, slipping and sliding around on the slick mattress for a long moment ... and then they were still.

Relaxing with a long sigh, Theresa fell away to Charlotte's left, dragging Grandpa Jack's still tumescent cock from her cunt, and he let himself down on Charlotte's right side. Both adults instinctively began to caress the little girl's body, stroking her from chest to upper thigh over and over. The group's passions cooled, their breathing became more regular.

Charlotte's fingers curled around Grandpa Jack's cock. She began to jack her fist back and forth to see how Grandpa Jack would react.

"Now it's my turn!" Charlotte said emphatically. She scrambled up to her knees and spread her foster mother's thighs so she could slide between them. She positioned herself ... head down and ass high ... and began munching on Theresa's still heated pussy.

"Fuck me, Grandpa Jack!" the ten-year-old demanded, turning her head around to face him. Her foster-mother's sweet fluids, mixed with some thin rope-strands of Grandpa Jack's semen shown wetly on her face. "Fuck me!"

So he did.

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The gaggle of girls started a game of hopscotch to pass the time. Someone used a piece of chalk to mark out the appropriate outline on the black pavement in front of Grandpa Jack's campsites. A round dozen of the campground's girls were soon taking turns jumping about, bending to pick up small stones, spreading their legs to land both feet in the appropriate squares, and all the other things young girls do playing this game.

Boys, being boys, were soon lounging somewhere close, watching the naked girls hop and skip around. The boys didn't even pretend an interest in the game—all their interest was captured by the girls themselves. Here and there, a boyish prick rose, provoking whispers and giggles from the girls … who were watching, even as they were watched.

Grandpa Jack watched appreciatively from his hammock deep in the shade of the tall trees. He smiled and put both hands behind his head.

"Grandpa Jack?" nine-year-old Danielle Pearson called to him. She was bent over, her feet planted in two separate squares. She spread her feet a little farther apart and looked between her legs back at Grandpa Jack. "Are you looking at my booty?" she asked naughtily. She giggled.

Grandpa Jack grinned more broadly. "I certainly am not!" he retorted. "I'm watching your hot little pussy just a' smiling and winkin' at me ... and I'm wondering when I get to do something really nasty with you again," he said earnestly.

The boys chuckled; the girls giggled, and the adults scattered around laughed. The glances between the girls playing hopscotch and the boys lounging around watching, began to get more heated. A conversation between three of the boys reached a hushed climax and one of them got to his feet.

He sauntered over to twelve-year-old Payton Campbell and whispered something in her ear. A questing hand cupped her right breast and she swept her own hand absent-mindedly across the boy's smooth chest and down his lower belly while she thought. A speculative look came across her pretty face as the boy whispered more smooth words.

She broke away from the boy and gathered a small group of the girls around her. Assorted giggling, dancing, and much clearing of throats issued from the huddle.

Payton came back to the boy and wrapped her fingers around the boy's growing penis, holding it as one would a hammer, and jacked it slowly back and forth. As it grew harder and longer, he slipped a hand below her belly to fondle a bald slit that was quickly becoming slick with her little-girl juices. They moved to the first chalked square, with the boy standing behind Payton.

Bending over and spreading her feet wide, Payton reached behind her to guide the boy's young cock into her pussy. With the boy seated inside her, she slowly raised up, making sure the hard shaft inside her didn't escape.

"Okay, when—Anghhh!!" she said squealed. She trembled uncontrollably for a couple of seconds.

Her second try was better. "When I say 'jump' you have to jump with me, okay?" The boy nodded his understanding. Payton bent over delicately, looking to see if the coupling was secure.

"Push it more in," she instructed the boy and he happily complied. She looked up, then focused on the chalked outline. She slapped the outside of the boy’s thigh to make sure she had his attention. "Ready ... one ... two ... JUMP!" she said.

They did, more or less in unison, but Payton had jumped as she would in a normal game to go over the chalked line, and the boy had not. His cock came out and they both gasped out loud. They quickly got together again and began to work their way down the hopscotch squares, but not very well. They landed awkwardly several times, and didn’t advance an inch in more than one jump. On the other hand, no one was terribly interested in enforcing the rules of hopscotch, either.

Girls paired up with willing boys who’d come crowding closer. There was much hopping about, thrusts that established a hard boy-cock in a juicy pussy ... and some that did not. After a while, the game was discarded. Finally, there was only a group of girls bent over with their palms braced on the pavement while boys pumped their cocks into the girls' hot pussies from behind.

The mood spread to others not involved. The adults off to the side found little-girl or boy partners and another round of hot sex consumed the campground.

One little girl, seeing most everyone else preoccupied, wandered shyly over to where Grandpa Jack watched the action.

"Would you like me to suck your cock," she asked Grandpa Jack in a reedy, little-girl's voice. She peered up at Grandpa Jack hesitantly.

"I certainly would!" Grandpa Jack replied eagerly. He extended a hand to her and helped settle her beside him on the swinging surface of the hammock.

"I'm Debbie Cunningham," she responded. "I'm seven," she added, her attention on Grandpa Jack's growing cock. She tried to wrap the fingers of both hands around it, but they didn't meet. "I can't fuck a big cock like this," she confided. "I'm too little ... but I can lick it and suck on the big end," she continued.

"You'll do just fine," Grandpa Jack said. "But first, can I lick your pussy?" he asked.

She nodded happily. Grinning, the little blonde girl flopped back on the hammock and spread her plump thighs. Grandpa Jack lay down beside her and arranged the diminutive little girl so that her head was at his belly and her pussy positioned by his waiting mouth. He began a slow slurp up and down the girl's beautiful slit.

After only a few strokes, little Debbie was whimpering. A moment after that, she was gasping for breath and grabbing handfuls of the hammock fabric to hold on to. She raised her head and parked her chin below Grandpa Jack's belly button. She craned her neck as far down as she could, trying to touch the tip of her little pink tongue against the almost purple glans that was stretching toward her mouth. She couldn't do it. She needed Grandpa Jack to keep on lapping at her bald little slit. She squealed loudly when Grandpa Jack formed a fleshy spear with his tongue and began stabbing it through her delicious young labia. Gasping, moaning, and grinding her pussy against his mouth, the girl eventually shuddered and sobbed her way though a mind-blowing little-girl climax.

"Now it's my turn?" Grandpa Jack asked the small girl, when she was able to think again.

"Uh-huh" she said briskly. The grinning cherub climbed up on Grandpa Jack's body and lay full length with her head toward his feet and her legs splaying naturally down beside his chest. Grandpa Jack had a fine view of the small rosebud of Debbie's ass and the still-slick lips of her immature pussy. Smiling, he ran a forefinger down her outer lips and spread some of her juices around, gently massaging the girl's still sensitized flesh. He carefully slipped a finger into her wet cunt and began slowly finger-fucking the tiny pussy he'd just licked into submission.

Debbie turned around to look at him, half-surprised at what he was doing. "Don't you want me to lick your cockie?" she asked.

"I do," Grandpa Jack replied, "but I want to play with you while you do it, okay?"

Her face grew thoughtful, but her rump was already beginning to writhe and squirm around under Grandpa Jack's ministrations. "Okay," she said, "but just a little while I do what you like, okay?"

"Okay!" Grandpa Jack said with a grin.

Debbie raised her upper body up enough so she could kiss the turnip-shaped knob of Grandpa Jack's penis. She industriously lapped the length of Grandpa Jack's shaft from root to glans and back again. After a moment, she stretched her young lips around as much of the tip of Grandpa Jack's cock as she could manage.

Her tongue was soon teasing the slit in the end of his prick and she fondled Grandpa Jack's balls in her soft hands. Sucking and then swirling her tongue all around the crown, she soon had Grandpa Jack groaning aloud. The youngster had learned all the things she needed to do to get adult sex partners off. Her efforts were that much more successful because Debbie really, really liked cocks. She smacked her lips, giggled, squirmed around and thoroughly enjoyed herself.

A little while later, little Debbie sucked a mouthful of hot, pearly-white grandfatherly cum down her throat. It was too much for such her little mouth and a second spurt dribbled nastily down her chin while she giggled happily....

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Grandpa Jack leaned back in his hammock, his hands behind his neck, blissfully surveying his kingdom ... his campground. He smiled at everything that moved, realizing he loved his life. A pair of nude young girls, two of the Cunningham clan, walked slowly by with his daughter, Candy, and they all waved. Grandpa Jack waved back, wondering if they would come up the little slope and under the spreading branches of the tall pecan trees to ... but they walked on by.

His eyes followed them, relishing the play of the muscles in their firm buttocks as they strolled slowly by, the gentle bounce of his daughter's big breasts and the slight jiggle to one of the girls' little boobs when she jumped into the air for one reason or another.

When the girls each cupped one of his daughter's butt-cheeks and their fingers dove between her thighs, he gulped, thinking he should probably go over and supervise things....

But they disappeared into a tent over on the Cunningham's campsite before Grandpa Jack could decide. He settled back, sighing once, and resumed his study of the campground.

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Danielle Pearson sauntered by Grandpa Jack's hammock with a towel over her shoulder and flip-flops on her feet. She stopped and turned to face her favorite grandpa in the whole world.

"You still like my pussy?" she called, pooching out her groin and stroking her young slit from top to bottom.

"I sure do!” Grandpa Jack replied, his cock snapping to attention. "Why don't you come over here and let me make it smile and purr for you?"

She giggled. "I gotta go take a shower," she answered turning to skip happily down the road toward the restrooms. "Love ya, Grandpa Jack," she called over her shoulder.

"Love you too," he said more quietly. He was disappointed. He really wanted to do something to someone young—something really fun and naughty, and thoroughly forbidden for him to even think of doing.

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Payton Campbell ambled up to Grandpa Jack where he lazed around in his hammock. Payton had her sister, Rachel, and also Bethany Rogers with her. They were all holding hands.

"Hi, Grandpa Jack," she said. All three grinned broadly. Grandpa Jack surveyed the three naked young girls.

"Hello, ladies," Grandpa Jack greeted the trio happily. He smiled happily at the nude, lovely youngsters.

"Grandpa Jack, us girls were talking. Would you tell us if you like little little-girls like Bethany and Rach' or do you like bigger little-girls like me more," she asked with a serious, interested look on her face.

Grandpa Jack was taken aback. "Honey," he said solemnly, "I love big 'little girls' and little ... er ... little 'little girls' too. How could I not love all kinds a’ little girls?"

"Tol' ya," seven-year-old Rachel said to six-year-old Bethany. "Grandpa Jack likes all a' us," she said.

"Thanks, Grandpa Jack," Payton said. "Give Grandpa Jack a hug," she insisted. All three kissed and hugged the older man tightly, managing to rub considerable portions of their immature bodies against him in the process.

"You know...," Grandpa Jack ventured, intending to invite the three girls to stick around for some more hugging and kissing. His cock had lengthened and hardened with the touch of the girls' silky smooth skin against his and was demanding some girlish attention.

"PAYTON! COME ON AN' LET'S PLAY SOME VOLLEYBALL!!" Bianca Cunningham yelled. The thirteen-year-old was with a group of boys and girls heading toward the newly installed courts up by the 'Y'.

Payton and the two youngsters took off, hardly bothering to even wave goodbye at Grandpa Jack.

Grandpa Jack grumbled a little, but he was about to settle back down and relax in the shade of the old pecan tree when twelve-year-old Diane Paxton came riding by on her bicycle.

Naked except for her helmet and a pair of sneakers, Diane was on the front of her saddle, working her legs like mad and making zooming runs all around. She was panting, getting tired.

Grandpa Jack grinned when the youngster coasted closer. Diane was one of the new girls. He knew her name but hadn't had an opportunity to get to know her better, and this looked like a great time to change that....

"Hi, Grandpa Jack," the girl said breathlessly.

"Hi, honey," Grandpa Jack replied.

"Grandpa Jack, did you know that bicycle seats are just great for girls to ride on?" Diane asked. She got off the seat and looked down at it approvingly. Grandpa Jack could see the front of the bicycle saddle was shinning and glistening in the bright sunlight with young Diane's young-girl juices.

He gaped for a moment, not sure what to say. His first experience with one of those racing bicycle seats like Diane had … well, it hadn't been a pleasant one. In fact, he’d decided later the seats were instruments of torture—probably designed by a man-hating lezzy. The seat showed an immediate intention to become part of his anatomy when he tried to ride that bike. Grandpa Jack hadn’t rode a professional-grade bicycle since. For a girl, though.... Grandpa Jack could see some possibilities.

While he mused over the problem, Diane took off. She was soon racing down the road, laughing crazily.

"WATCH OUT FOR POT HOLES!!" Grandpa Jack yelled, a little miffed Diane hadn't stayed around for a little while longer.

He shifted around in the hammock for a moment or two, trying to find the most comfortable spot and then spied his blonde granddaughters, talking animatedly to a small group of girls. The twins were pointing and gesturing in his direction, whispering in each others ear and chortling over something.

Payton Rogers and her two accomplices were there, among others, and they were smiling like cats who’d just found the bird cage door unlatched. When young Diane coasted up, grinning broadly, and received high-fives all around, Grandpa Jack smelled a rat.

"ALL RIGHT, LISTEN UP!!" Grandpa Jack bellowed.

"THE NEXT DURNED LITTLE HOTTIE WHO COMES OVER HERE JUST TO DO SOME COCK TEASING IS GONNA WIND UP BOTTOMS-UP OVER MY LAP ... AN' WHEN I'M DONE WITH HER CUTE LITTLE BUTT, IT'S GONNA GLOW IN THE DARK LIKE RUDOLPH'S NOSE!!!"

Clearly terrified, the girls squealed and screamed like banshees, wringing their hands agitatedly. Then Carrie and Alicia led them off on a long run down the line of campsites on the other side of the camp road.

Apparently scared stiff at the thought of being spanked by Grandpa Jack, they disappeared in the distance, off behind some trees. They reappeared, working their way north, paralleling the fence that used to mark the dividing line between public and private property. They were still running and whooping with every step, squealing and creating one heck of a commotion. They passed out of sight over the rise up by the Y in the access road, probably en route to the other half of the campground.

A little stunned by the impact of his threat, Grandpa Jack waited a while for them to reappear, but they didn’t. He shrugged to himself. There was nothing down that way—just a bunch of unoccupied campsites—nothing that posed any danger to the girls, and they were getting some good exercise. He thought running and jumping around like that would probably do ‘em some good. Kids should do that kind of thing, he decided—but not grandfathers.

He laid back in the wide hammock and settled down to resume read the book he'd discarded when that teasin’ little minx, Danielle Pearson, first sidled up to him. It was warm, even in the deep shade under the tall pecan tree, and he was soon drowsing.

A wave of grinning, very nubile girls circled back around to Grandpa Jack without him actually noticing—they'd stopped screaming so he wouldn't hear. When they did let out a simultaneous screech, Grandpa Jack was startled. He had no idea how they'd gotten so close, but they were on him before he had a chance to react. Their young, naked bodies smacked solidly into him. Hands tightened on the hammock canvas, pulling hard one direction way and then another. Before Grandpa Jack could gather his wits, the hammock spun twice along its long axis, and dumped Grandpa Jack out on the deep grass.

He was fortunate he didn’t lose his wind, because the girls never gave him a chance to recover if he had. Instead, they pulled, pushed and prodded him over to the nearby air mattress, squealing and giggling hysterically. In moments, Grandpa Jack was at the bottom of a mass of sun-warmed, naked, and energetically wriggling, writhing young girls.

Pushed onto his back, Grandpa Jack quickly had someone impaled on his cock and another girl squatting nastily over his mouth for his oral attentions. Someone had two fingers of his right hand separated from the others and was stabbing them deeply into a furnace-like cunt; his left hand was being used as a convenient implement for rubbing another hot pussy's outer lips.

When one girl got off, another took her place. He knew when Alicia, or maybe it was Carrie, took his cock deep in her cunt because none of the other girls had been having sex with him long enough to know exactly where all the parts fit, and how to take him inside their immature little cunts in one swift plunge. But sensing it was one of the twins was the closest he ever got to identifying any of a number of girl-children of who used his cock, mouth, and fingers to get off.

It was over in twenty—twenty-five minutes, tops.

"WE LOVE YOU, GRANDPA JACK!!" came the giggling cry from the crowd of young girls as they disappeared, skipping happily down the road to the shower stalls.

It took Grandpa Jack a little longer to revive. He was older than they were, by quite a bit. Covered in little-girl cunt-honey, as well as streaks of his own cum that had dribbled out of several of the girls when they departed, Grandpa Jack was exhausted and disoriented.

"Want some help gettin' up?" Brett asked solicitously.

Grandpa Jack hadn’t seen or heard his son-in-law walk up. He warily opened one eye.

"No, but thank you very much," Grandpa Jack said politely. “I fell down,” he explained wonderingly.

“I saw!” Brett answered. He was smiling broadly.

Grandpa Jack had wearily closed his eyes again. "I think I'll just stay down here for a while," Grandpa Jack remarked. He grabbed two handfuls of thick grass. "I can't fall off the grass, you know," he told Brett seriously.

"Ahhhhhhh ... I've heard that," Brett quipped. He was smiling. "Well, don't lay here too long, okay, Grandpa Jack? If you do, you're going to start smelling...."

"Thank you," Grandpa Jack replied politely. "I know I need a shower." He raised his head and tried to look all around. He wasn’t really focusing yet, though. "I'll go get cleaned up just as soon as the trees quit spinning in circles all around the park, okay?"

"Take your time, Grandpa Jack," Brett answered. He strode off chuckling. He’d come back to check on Grandpa Jack every once in a while.

"Child abuse," Grandpa Jack muttered a little while later, when he'd progressed to sitting up. "That's what it was ... child abuse ... abuse by a child, by God!"

When he recovered enough to open more than one eye at a time, he found his sandals and wearily began walking down to the showers. Near the end of his trek, his conditioning kicked in and he began to feel pretty good, straightening up and treading more firmly. He heard the sound of girlish laughter as he neared the door to the showers ... and he recovered even more.

The giggles behind the door changed to mock wails of terror—they'd seen him coming for at least the last hundred yards—when he, figuratively speaking, battered the door aside and strode in to claim his shower.

Once inside, he decided he’d ask for a rematch with one or two of his tormentors....

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Brenda Rogers, a blond, blue-eyed fifteen-year-old, and her next door neighbor, and best friend, Sherri Paxton, strolled from the tent they were sharing and made their way over to Grandpa Jack. Sherri was the same age as Brenda now—her birthday had been last week. She was a dark-eyed brunette three or four inches shorter than Brenda with bigger breasts, and meatier thighs and calves. Everything was in proportion, though. Sherri was just fleshier than her friend.

"Wanta go play in the showers, Grandpa Jack?" Brenda asked, smiling.

"Absolutely!" Grandpa Jack replied quickly. He'd showered only a couple of hours earlier, but the two young teenage girls were very attractive ... very naked, and apparently very eager for some fun and games.

The girls arranged themselves on either side of their favorite grandpa person, capturing his upper arms in their hands and holding him tight as they strolled down the camp road. His cock sprang to life as their young breasts gently caressed his flesh and the two teenagers laughed happily.

Just inside the entrance, each one of them picked up a new bar of bath soap from the stack of bars on the shelf. They added a towel apiece, and carried everything to the spacious shower stall. The air was cool, so two of the shower heads were turned on to their full hot setting. Grandpa Jack and a crew made up of most everyone who used the campground had knocked out the ancient, insubstantial walls between the individual shower rooms to make one vast shower here on what had been the men’s side.

The new space ... twenty-five feet by sixteen feet ... of the shower room was soon hazy with a cloud of hot water vapor. The feel of the room was changed from a strictly utilitarian one to something more exotic, mysterious and warm. The individual shower head the girls intended to use for bathing was set to a more comfortable temperature, of course.

In a little while, the shower room was a steamy, wet sauna. The walls retreated into the mist and even the overhead lights were muted. The bodies of the three were quickly drenched and their bodies slickened.

"You like?" Brenda asked in a sultry voice. The front of her luscious body was plastered tightly him. She had her left leg raised and her calf was caressing the back of Grandpa Jack's thigh. She was gently hunching her groin into Grandpa Jack's body, balancing on her other leg.

"God, yes!" Grandpa Jack replied passionately. His right hand stroked Brenda's back and buttocks and, in moments, the fifteen-year-old was cooing meaningless words into Grandpa Jack's ear and rubbing her breasts against his chest. Her girlfriend, Sherri, was doing the same thing on his other side. Grandpa Jack had two armfuls of hot, willing young womanhood.

Sherri slipped around until she was directly in front of him, and Brenda slid around to his back. Sherri wrapped her bare arms around his neck and hauled his head down for a series of deep, heated kisses. She slid lower, wrapping her lips around each of Grandpa Jack's nipples and planting kisses down his body.

In back, Brenda was unhurriedly nipping at the flesh on his shoulders and butterfly kissing her way down his spine. Her hands explored between his legs and cupped his ball sack. Brenda sank to her haunches and bit lightly at his buttocks. She squeezed the egg-sized balls in their warm pouch, moving them around and stroking the soft skin. Contorting her body and crouching low, Brenda aimed her face up and she crept closer to the cleft in Grandpa Jack's ass and dove under.

Surprised when Brenda's lips touched his testes, Grandpa Jack groaned out loud when her warm mouth engulfed one of them, slavering it all around with her tongue, and then rewarding his other one with the same treatment.

Sherri was on her knees between Grandpa Jack's wide-spread legs, her hands braced on his thighs just above his kneecaps. She sucked his penis between her pretty lips, pretending it was a game to capture the bouncing cock using only her mouth. When she had the mushroom-shaped glans firmly in her wet mouth, she began bobbing her head slowly up and down.

"Oh, God," Grandpa Jack moaned when the tip of his penis touched the back of Sherri's throat. When she pushed her head down even more, the head slipped down a little way down her throat. She paused there, doing some swallowing moves and making sure she could still breath, but then she pressed forward again. She slid inexorably downward, a fraction of an inch at a time, until her nose was planted in Grandpa Jack's groin. Her tongue moved around the underside of his cock for a long moment before Sherri began lifting up.

"Like that?" she asked brightly, looking up into Grandpa Jack's eyes.

"Honey, I love it," he answered fervently.

Sherri giggled, took a deep breath, and sucked him back into her mouth without once using her hands. When her nose touched his lower abdomen this time, Grandpa Jack sucked his underbelly ... and Sherri sank his cock down her throat another fraction of an inch. Grandpa Jack almost whimpered with the powerful sensations coming from his cock and scrotum.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," Sherri murmured a little later, when her mouth wasn't full of cock.

She rose on her tiptoes again and was kissing Grandpa Jack hotly.

"Yes," Grandpa Jack said hoarsely. He was putty in the girls' hands. He'd do anything they wanted.

Sherri turned away with a smile and a final kiss. Slipping back into her flip-flops, she planted her hands on the wall, leaned forward, and hiked up her ass as high as she could get it.

Grandpa Jack moved in close behind her, caressing the firm flesh over her hips and buttocks. His hard-on jutted out in front of him and poked between her ass-cheeks demandingly.

Brenda slipped a hand between his and Sherri's bodies and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. "Let me put it in my girlfriend," she murmured in Grandpa Jack's ear. She worked the head of Grandpa Jack’s dick around Sherri's satin-smooth butt-cheeks for a time, then guided Grandpa Jack between those firm globes. It took only a moment and a tiny adjustment in their stances before Grandpa Jack's cock began to sink between Sherri's outer labia.

Sherri groaned and hitched her butt up a trifle higher and rose on her tiptoes. "Grandpa ... Grandpa," she whimpered.

He pushed inward a bit, feeling the wet heat of her pussy engulfing him. Ramming himself forward and deeper, he began a steady rhythm, ramming deep and withdrawing from the young girl's cunt.

Brenda had lathered up her breasts and torso and every square millimeter of her soapy front was in intimate contact with Grandpa Jack's back side. Her nipples raked across his back, making him shiver blissfully while she cupped a butt-cheek in each hand.

Bending her knees and thrusting her groin as strongly against Grandpa Jack as he was thrusting into Sherri, Brenda added to the power of his thrusts, deepening each powerful plunge of his cock into the fifteen-year-old's vagina. The three of them moved in a wild, pagan rhythm. Together, they were greater than the sum of their individual efforts.

But it couldn't last long. The intensity was too high and the expenditure of energy too much; their need was too great.

Grandpa Jack's orgasm caught him by surprise. Usually he could feel the lava rising higher from his balls by way of his prostate and usually he could do something to slow it down, prolonging the fucking and extending his, and his partner's, ecstasy. But this time, it welled up too fast. Before he knew it was coming, his cum was splashing against Sherri's velvety-smooth cunt walls.

The hot spurting gobs inside her ignited Sherri's own climax. She wailed her way through it, almost screaming with the force of the pain/rapture she was feeling. She shuddered, bumping her head against the shower wall, her fingers grappling for handholds that weren't there. Her knees trembled.

If Grandpa Jack hadn't been holding her up with his hands clamped securely on her hips, she'd have fallen on the wet floor. As it was, they leaned against each other, lending each other what strength they could. The three of them staggered to the disrobing bench just outside the shower, collapsing to the wooden seat in a mutually-supporting mound.

"Oh my God," Brenda moaned. "I think I had a little cum without anyone even touching my pussy," she breathed.

The other two laughed companionably with her. They all three slumped on the wooden slats, dripping water and sweat onto the tiled floor. They raided the cooler for some bottled water and returned to the bench. Their breathing settled, their pulses lowered. They began to share little touches, kisses, and caresses.

Grandpa Jack sensed the evening wasn't over. Neither of the young teenagers was pulling away; they made no move to clean up and press on to their next conquest.

It was Brenda who initiated the next round. She stood and leaned forward in front of Grandpa Jack, spreading his legs and squatted down. Taking his cock into her mouth, she teased the little eye-slit and slathered her tongue into the V-shaped underside.

Grandpa Jack reacted immediately. In no time at all, his organ was thickening and lengthening in Brenda's mouth. She kissed the tip and rose to her feet without unwrapping her fingers from around his shaft.

"You're ready right now...," she purred, thoroughly pleased with her efforts. She pulled lightly at Grandpa Jack to stand him up, Sherri grabbed handfuls of his buttocks, and the three of them walked, perhaps a little awkwardly, back into the shower room. Brenda grabbed another towel on her way.

There was less foreplay this time. They didn't need it. Settling her body under the shower head, Brenda leaned her head back and let the warm water splash down between her big breasts and down her naked body.

She tossed one end of the towel over the shower head, taking one end in each hand. Her arms were stretched over her head. She rose on her tiptoes, adjusted her hands on ends of the towel and hung there. Thoroughly drenched and apparently helpless the naked young woman grinned at Grandpa Jack.

"Go ahead and take me you animal," she growled, pretending to struggle to get free. Her body twisted from one side to the other. "You can fuck me," she declared, "but you'll never make me hate it!!"

...Which didn't make sense, but Grandpa Jack didn't care. If young Brenda wanted to be taken, Grandpa Jack would be glad to accommodate her pseudo-rape fantasy. Grandpa Jack took his cock in hand and guided it between her already honey-coated outer lips.

He wasn't gentle. She didn't want that tonight, and didn't need it. With one long thrust, Grandpa Jack was seated securely inside the fifteen-year-old, the furnace of her slickery cunt squeezed his cock tightly. They moaned in unison, then chuckled at each other.

Behind him, Sherri was down on her haunches, nipping at his butt with her teeth and searching for his balls between his legs. She rose, rubbing her body against a straining Grandpa Jack and caressing his buttocks ... squeezing, kneading, manipulating his muscular ass-cheeks as they tensed and relaxed with his thrusts into Brenda's velvet-smooth cunt.

Sherri's right hand slid between the cleft in Grandpa Jack's ass, probing and penetrating his ass-hole slowly and carefully. She made soothing noises, slowing her finger still more, and letting Grandpa Jack's sphincter adjust.

Grandpa Jack rammed his cock deep inside Brenda, mashing their groins together again and again. Brenda threw her groin at Grandpa Jack's, humping up to meet each plunge with a counterthrust of her own. Grinding their bodies against each other, they fought for a cum, not even trying to help the other.

Sherri's expert finger found his prostate and began a smooth massage. Grandpa Jack couldn't take that for long. His body bucked, slamming his cock deeper into Brenda's young body again and again ... until they mashed their bodies together and held there, struggling ... and cumming hard over and over. Had Brenda's hands not been locked around the fabric of the towel, she would have collapsed in a heap.

They tottered back to the dressing benches in the outer room and collapsed there. Drinking some bottled water, they rested.

"Dang, that was good!" Sherri said enthusiastically after a while. She was drying her prostate-probing hand off after having washed it. "Wanta do some more, Grandpa Jack? Uhhhh, for instance ... I haven't had my ass fucked since…."

“Since the last time?” Brenda offered, a little cynically.

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Nine-year-old Grace Cunningham was a little stocky, a little shorter than her 'brothers' and 'sisters', but not too much so. Her body was sturdy, her thighs and calves more fleshy than some of the sprites in the families at the campground ... she was rather like Shirley Temple without the little overbite.

It had been a while since young Grace had gone through a growth streak and her parents wondered if her body was preparing for one, but chances were young Grace wasn't ever going to be a skinny New York model. That was okay. She didn't want to be.

Her shoulder-length blond hair framed rounded features, bold green eyes, and a sprinkling of freckles across a snub nose. Best of all, Grace was a happy child and always smiling.

And Grace was never happier than when she had a cock between her lips. She loved cocks ... long, slender ones, short ones, thick ones, circumcised or not—it made no difference to her. If she had one in her mouth, she was supremely happy. And she was even happier when the cock between her lips spurted a load of semen in her mouth.

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"Hi, Grandpa Jack," Grace said, beaming up at the man coming toward her. For once, the little girl was riding a cock instead of sucking it.

"Hi, Grace," Grandpa Jack replied, pausing beside the pair of young fuckers. "Hi, Todd," he added, greeting the young boy Grace was riding hard.

"Hi, Grandpa Jack," Todd panted. The nine-year-old girl was making him work hard.

"Hmmmm," Grandpa Jack said, watching and gauging the two lovers' progress. "Hey, Todd," he said, "you're gonna cum a long time before Grace if you don't watch it," he advised. "Spread your legs a little bit and stretch them out a little—relaxes you some and loosens up your insides, know what I mean?"

"Okay...," eleven-year-old Todd panted. He slowed his rapid humping up into the young girl and found a slower rhythm that would ensure the two of them reached a mutual, and more than satisfactory little cum. Actually, just the distraction of replying to Grandpa Jack helped—and it was better than doing multiplication tables.

"Oooo," cooed young Grace. "That's better." She eyed Grandpa Jack. His penis had begun reacting to the sight of the two happy little fuckers as he strode up. She thought for a long moment.

"I know what we can do!" the little girl chortled. She stopped working with Todd, rising on her knees, and getting to her feet. It made Todd’s prick slide out of her sopping pussy.

Grandpa Jack was the recipient of a hard, disappointed look from young Todd ... but it didn't last long.

Grace turned around and squatted back down, facing away from Todd's face now in a reverse cowgirl. Reaching under herself, she guided Todd's penis back inside her scorching cunt and settled down on the young man again. In a second, the pair reacquired their rhythm of thrust and counterthrust.

"Come over here Grandpa Jack," Grace coaxed, grinning. She reached up to wrap her right hand around his cock. When he stepped closer, Grace happily sucked the head of Grandpa Jack's cock into her mouth and began slurping on it delightedly.

When Grandpa Jack came, Grace's eyes bulged a little in surprise and a happy grin threatened to break the seal between her pink lips and Grandpa Jack's hard dick, but she managed.

"Thanks honey," Grandpa Jack said. The girl really did give the most fantastic blowjobs in the whole encampment.

She grinned. She turned her attention to the next cumming cock. She reached down and clasped young Todd's cock around the base. "Now you promised," she reminded Todd. "You gotta hold it 'til I get you in my mouth, right?"

Todd nodded, his face scrunched up into a rictus of near pain. "Now...!" he grunted.

Grace rose and whipped her body around and knelt between the naked boy's legs. Taking his prick in her mouth with one long swallow, she sucked strongly, then backed him out of her mouth a little. When Todd began cumming, she opened her mouth wide and aimed his young prick at her tongue. Grace loved the taste of cum and if it went down her throat before she could get the full flavor, she was quite unhappy. In her view, something like that was a wasted cum.

When Todd's pearly white, sperm-less cum began splashing over her teeth and gums, Grace came too, and her mouth lifted off Todd’s young prick. Instead of salvoing his cum onto Grace’s tongue, as she wanted, most of his thin stream splashed around her lips and face.

“Todd!” she complained, “I wanted to taste that jizz and then swallow it into my tummy....” Her irritation showed on her pretty features. She stood, squeegeeing Todd’s cum off her cheeks and nose with both forefingers, then sucked what she could off them, still muttering to herself. She wiped off her face with the face cloth she’d stored on the lawn chair and sucked down a big gulp of soda to rinse out her mouth.

She looked around. A group of boys and girls were watching and grinning big wide grins at the little girl.

"HEY!" Grace shouted. "ANYONE ELSE NEED SOME CUM SUCKED OUT OF THEIR COCKS??"

After a heartbeat’s worth of reflection, two more boys, and Brett Winston, started moving her way. Grace smiled broadly and dropped back to her knees.

CHAPTER TEN

Grandpa Jack put his hands behind his head and prepared to enjoy the rest of the day. He was blissfully naked and so was everyone else in sight.

This morning, though, he'd been in town, all dressed up and in a hot, stuffy room with a bunch of lawyers. Some were his, some from the government, and some appeared to have just wandered in off the street.

But now he was home, back at the campground, and it was all his—the whole shootin' match ... his property! The place was isolated—sited well away from people who would criticize Grandpa Jack's and his friends for their newfound way of life. It was beginning to feel more like a home than the four acres with the big house ever had.

He was going to have to do something about the big tent he used for camping though. The focus for camping here had changed from getting a controlled dose of the outdoors to round-robin encounters like-minded people for fucking and sucking.

But he didn't have to worry about that right now. All in all, Grandpa Jack was highly satisfied with today's work. He looked around at the big crowd. Everyone had stayed on through from the weekend. Those who had to made excuses to their bosses and those who ran small-business let the managers who worked for them know they'd be a few days late coming back from vacation.

Sandy said her crew down at her shops was getting used to her absences ... and they did just fine down there without her anyway. Grandpa Jack's dick got hard just thinking of all the ladies being made smooth as silk everywhere below the neck.

He cocked his head to the side, listening.

A second later, he was sure of it. Someone was coming into the campground—that was the rumble of wheels over the old wooden bridge! Grandpa Jack wasn't expecting anyone; this place wasn't open to the public anymore. It was private property, and strangers weren't invited. Hell, the front gate was locked tight. He and Old Jim had locked it together before Old Jim and his wife took off for the last time for the big city. There was no one....

It didn’t matter how they’d come in. What mattered was, someone was coming.

Cursing, Grandpa Jack fumbled for the air horn he'd put beside his hammock out of habit when he came back from town. Three long blasts sent everyone in the campground scurrying. Everyone knew it meant strangers were coming—and strangers meant everyone had to get some clothes on ASAP!!

Four little girls, naked as the day they were born ran past him and into as many different tents, followed by two naked young boys. They'd been caught down at the showers and were racing home, still soaking wet.

Grandpa Jack hated all the unorganized commotion and panic. This was supposed to be a day of more-or-less quiet celebration....

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A caravan of pickups hauling RV trailers, a few self-propelled RVs, and a multitude of cars with tiny popup campers rolling behind came over the hill and moved slowly down the slope into the campground. Grandpa Jack had never seen so many people in the campground before OR after he'd purchased it.

The convoy of prospective campers halted at the 'Y' at the restrooms, small figures, clearly children, burst from the doors of every vehicle and raced to be the first inside. Grandpa Jack cursed again. God only knew what they'd think of the shelves of douches and prophylactics down there, in addition to the huge supply of towels, soap, and other hygiene supplies. When the kids re-embarked into their respective cars, not without some confusion, the convoy came on, some turning right at the 'Y' and some coming left. Ten minutes later, a crowd began to gather down at the ‘Y’ .

Grandpa Jack, assured his people were all dressed and reasonably calmed, was working up a fierce temper. He stalked down toward the interlopers, determined to throw the whole crew of them out of the park, and give them a piece of his mind about sneaking inside past a locked gate and a 'closed' sign and what all. Trespassers were not going to be tolerated.

"Who ya think they are," Carrie asked. She was a pace behind to Grandpa Jack's left.

"Yeah, who?" Alicia echoed from his right.

"Don't know—don't care!" Grandpa Jack muttered darkly. "They're on private property and they gotta go."

"Right!" Alicia agreed. "And quick, too. I'm horny," she complained, pulling at a too-confining T-shirt.

"Hmmmm," Carrie said, watching the mass of people now only a hundred yards away. She had Grandpa Jack's binoculars to her eyes, studying the people who'd dismounted from the vehicles. "I think the problem might not be as serious as you think," she said to Grandpa Jack.

She waited a few seconds. "You see, Grandpa Jack?" Carrie asked.

It was bright, the sun was beginning to settle into the west, lighting the campground with a diffuse illumination. Vision was indistinct and Grandpa Jack couldn't see what Carrie was referring to. And then he could.

"Ohhhh!" he said, shading his eyes with his right hand. He was more than a little surprised. Every one of the people over there by the restroom was stark, staring naked ... men, women, and children. That was an improvement ... though not much. He still didn't like his campground being invaded like this, even by nudists.

Alicia laughed abruptly, with Carrie a moment behind. "Grandpa Jack," Alicia said, "WE BEEN PLAYED!" Their young eyes had already seen things Grandpa Jack hadn't yet observed.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Grandpa Jack exclaimed when he saw the man Carrie was pointing out.

Striding towards them was 'Old Jim' Velasquez, the former caretaker of the campground when it'd been owned by the Corps of Engineers. And so was his wife, walking beside him, and so was....

"Well, I'll be a—"

"Grandpa!" Carrie said emphatically. "Where'd you get that potty mouth?" she demanded.

Grandpa Jack wasn't distracted. Walking toward him was Consuela Whitman, the woman he still thought of as the very incarnation of the Earth Goddess, who he, and the twins, had last seen several weeks ago. His mouth began to water. Sex with Consuela was earthy, pagan, unrefined ... and wholly satisfying.

"Hello, Jack," 'Old Jim' said by way of a greeting to the astounded Grandpa Jack.

"I think you know my granddaughter...." He drew Consuela tight against his bare body. Her big breasts swayed ponderously against her father's chest.

"Your granddaughter?!" Grandpa Jack shot back. He blinked.

"Told ya we been played," Alicia said smugly.

Grandpa Jack glanced at her. He already knew that!

He, the twins, and Natasha Pearson had enjoyed a night of hot family sex with Consuela and her brood that one night—and then the strange family had completely disappeared. Grandpa Jack had been worried for a while. Consuela knew Grandpa Jack was having incestuous sex with his granddaughters and that had been a danger, but nothing had come of it.

"You old fart!" Grandpa Jack said at length. "Put one over on us, did ya?"

Old Jim grinned. "We had to be sure, ya know?" he asked. "Consuela was visitin’ ... she got left by herself in the house this one time ... and she watched a big SUV full a’ naked kids and one lucky guy drivin’ in the gate. Nadine an’ I’d gone to town and we weren’t entirely sure we believed her but my little Connie volunteered to find out if y'all really were into family playin' and ... the rest is history," he said.

"Volunteered, eh?" Grandpa Jack said dubiously.

He looked at Connie. "Sure hope it didn't discommode ya too much ... volunteering like that and all," he said facetiously. Maybe there was still a little steel under the banter. He really didn't like being set up.

For a reply, the big-breasted woman stepped up to Grandpa Jack, planted her sandaled feet between his and wrapped her arms around his neck. When they broke the kiss, Grandpa Jack was convinced, and thoroughly distracted.

The cheers and catcalls from all around made him blush, but Consuela only smiled a secret little smile.

"Apparently not discommoded at all, nope," Old Jim said dryly. He was grinning broadly. "You remember Nadine?" he said, ushering his wife a step closer to Grandpa Jack.

"I do," Grandpa Jack said, recovering and smiling. He eyed the naked woman approvingly from her silver hair to her hot pink painted toenails. He glanced at Consuela and then back at Old Jim. There was a distinct family resemblance. "Okay, score one for the Velasquez's," he admitted.

Alicia and Carrie weren't standing on ceremony. Their bikini bottoms and T-shirts were wadded up in their hands and they were striding forward to renew their acquaintance with Consuela's family ... and make new friends among the throng of naked people.

Consuela's fingers were deftly unbuttoning Grandpa Jack's shirt. His shorts were removed shortly after his shirt, by Nadine Velasquez and a toddler Grandpa Jack didn't know.

"You've never been undressed by four generations of women before, have you?" Consuela murmured softly.

"Four?" Grandpa Jack asked.

Consuela was suddenly holding hands with a slightly older woman who had Consuela's mammoth breasts ... or were they Nadine's mammoth breasts ... whoever!!

Grandpa Jack glanced down at the tyke who was pulling his shorts from around his ankles and handed them to him. "Ohhhhh, my," he said hoarsely.

"Great-grandmother couldn't come with us that time we met you ... and my little one was just too tired to stay awake and meet you when you came to our party," Consuela explained gently. "She's four-years-old and she's been dying to meet you," she added.

"Hello, honey," Grandpa Jack said promptly, squatting to get down to the cute toddler's level. "What's your name?"

"Faith," she said shortly. The little tyke was interested in communication ... but not necessarily talking. Releasing her mother's hand, she walked into Grandpa Jack's arms and planted a very adult kiss on his lips. She stepped back to look him over. "Can I touch you cock?" she asked innocently.

Grandpa Jack blinked. "Ahhhh ... sure," he said.

The little girl didn't wait for him to rise. Sitting her butt down in the dusty road right in front of him, she pulled at his shaft, sliding the foreskin back and forth gently and then touched her tongue to the tip of his cock, grinning mischievously right into his eyes.

"Oh my God!" Grandpa Jack breathed. After a moment, the toddler released him and he rose unsteadily from a hunch he hadn’t realized his body had fallen into. Grandpa Jack looked at the girl's mother. "Four generations, huh?" he muttered. "If four generations can take a man's clothes off ... can they fuck him too," he asked hopefully.

"I think that can be arranged," Consuela said matter-of-factly, smiling broadly. A woman stepped up alongside her. "And this is my little sister, Dr. Rebecca Velasquez-Thompson," Consuela said, arm in arm with the sister she'd just introduced. Grandpa Jack sucked in his breath again. Doctor or not, this latest member of the Velasquez clan was a slightly younger image of Consuela, big breasts and all.

"HAH!" a loud, feminine voice intruded. "I know you!"

It was Sandy Pearson, coming up beside Grandpa Jack. She was grinning broadly at Consuela and Rebecca both. The women smiled happily at Sandy and stepped forward to embrace her.

"You know these two lovely women?" Sandy asked Grandpa Jack.

"Just me," Consuela remarked. We met one night right up there," she said with a mischievous grin, "and I believe I met your daughter, Natasha, also," she added.

Sandy's face blanked. She looked at the naked Velasquez sisters, she'd seen the little toddler sexually engage with Grandpa Jack, so the encounter obviously had been sexual ... and it finally hit her.

"Oh my God," she laughed. "I thought Grandpa Jack and the girls just made up that story when they got pissed 'cause they had to go get the pizza!"

"Pizza?" Consuela asked, confusion written across her features.

"Oh, never mind," Sandy replied. "We'll talk about that later."

" 'Kay," Consuela replied, and her sculpted shoulders shrugged just the tiniest bit, which made her melon-sized breasts bob and sway most enticingly.

"Doctor, huh?" Sandy asked Rebecca, interestedly. "Do you see children?" she asked flatly.

Rebecca smiled. "I'm a family practitioner, and I see a lot of children ... particularly from my own family," she answered, grinning broadly. She'd clearly divined the reason for Sandy's interest, she added, "and yes, I can prescribe any kind of "birth control" you would like for your daughters ... or the new ones for boys, for that matter."

Sandy smiled happily. "Fantastic!" she said. "You have no idea ... well, actually you would, wouldn't you?"

Rebecca nodded. She looked around at all the naked Velasquez tribe and at the growing family group behind Grandpa Jack, smiling happily. Her practice was going to get an influx of new patients.

Consuela broke in. "My husband and all of us...." She gestured at her own smooth groin by way of explanation.

Sandy beamed. "Does everyone know about my little shops?" she asked.

Rebecca and Consuela nodded in unison.

"Your business is going to pick up ... a lot!" Rebecca replied. She looked around slyly. "We're soooo tired of razors and shaving cream and stuff...." She smiled as several heads nodded in agreement.

"HEY FOLKS ... LISTEN UP!" Old Jim yelled to no one in particular. "Now that the introductions are done, time to set up camp," he announced.

He looked around at the assembly. The lines of demarcation were already blurring as naked Velasquez's introduced themselves to the families with Grandpa Jack, all of whom were getting naked as fast as they could. If something weren't done quickly, some necessary tasks weren't going to get done.

"Get the work out of the way, then play," he said loudly, so a few groups of youngsters ambling away would hear.

He looked Grandpa Jack dead in the eye. "The more folks helpin' out settin' up camp, the faster it'll get done, ya reckon?"

The idea caught on quickly. "What do you need help doing?" Alicia asked Old Jim.

"Talk to Raymond, there,” Old Jim said. “He'll show you," Old Jim said, beaming at the two nymphettes. The girls pranced over to Consuela’s husband and renewed their acquaintanceship with a few gropes and fervent kisses.

Nadine, who Grandpa Jack noticed (again) that she sure didn't look old enough to be married to 'Old' Jim, came to him for a long kiss. "You know when you're talking about a four-generation fuck-and-suck, you start with the most senior one in the group first ... and then the second, right?" she whispered in his ear, wrapping her fingers around Grandpa Jack's turgid member and jacking it back and forth slowly. Her nipples hardened even more as they raked across Grandpa Jack's chest.

"Oh, heck yes," Grandpa Jack breathed. "Absolutely!"

"I'll hold you to that," Nadine said softly, smiling. “I like sloppy seconds!”

Grandpa Jack watched her naked backside as she turned and walked away. He was happy and content, and very, very aroused. The womenfolk in the Velasquez family all seemed to go right for what they wanted, sure 'nough.

Grandpa Jack felt a beatific smile come over his features. When Old Jim came back, the two of them retired under the spreading branches of a mammoth pecan tree to supervise and dandle nude girls of the toddler persuasion on their knees for the rest of the time the younger folks were making camp.

Life was so damned good. They agreed completely on that point.

THE END

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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)