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Even In The Best Families 6: Who Needs A Goblet of 
Fire?
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

Shelley continues to confound the sceptics who thought 
her incestuous dealings were but a passing phase in 
adolescence. Thing is, have the Richardsons finally 
bitten off more than they can chew - as it were? (Mf, 
ped, FF, bi, inc, 1st, bd)
 
***

Shelley and her mother were still giggling inanely when
they returned to the master-bedroom, the upside most
likely of some girl to girl interaction in the
bathroom. One would have to acknowledge the
recuperative powers of the modern female however -
neither looked like they had been called on to exert
themselves much beyond loading up the dishwasher. Quite
incredible what a comb and the slightest re-application
of make-up can achieve. As they approached the bed,
Greg winked at his friend, angling a glance behind him
as he did so. Ian was no dummy!

"What are you doing Greg?" Tracey gasped in surprise as
her husband grabbed her around the waist and pushed her
face forwards onto the bed covers. Whatever it was he
had planned to do to her, she just knew she was going
to like it!

"Hey!" was all Shelley could enunciate, before she
found herself spread-eagled face-down besides her
mother. The men were doing something with their wrists
- tying them together by the feel of it.

"I think we're in trouble darling," Tracey grinned at
her daughter, her mind already in hyper-drive as to the
possibilities here. She never got to utter anything
further as the duct-tape then sealed her airways.

"I'd say that puts us in the box seat Ian," Greg
muttered to his friend, turning his wife over on to her
back. Taking in her fully vulnerable aspect, he
permitted himself a light fondle of her breasts. Her
helpless wriggling merely added grist to the mill. He
glanced across at his sexy little daughter. "Don't be
shy Ian," he inclined his head towards the struggling
teenager, "Do whatever you want my friend."

Shelley's expression was priceless as her captor's hand
lowered itself to her breasts and began taking
liberties with the girlish mounds. The tape of course
was precluding the possibility of her verbally
challenging her predicament. For a while both men
amused themselves with fondling those hot curves as
their owners gasped and writhed in embarrassed
restraint.

At Greg's suggestion they swapped partners and Greg
took the greatest delight in the fact that his
daughter's nipples were hardening rapidly beneath her
school blouse. Ian of course had long made a similar
discovery inside the bra of the young woman prostrate
in front of him. It wasn't so much erections they were
experiencing as testosteronic anarchy.

"I have to fuck her," Ian announced to no-one in
particular, pushing Tracey's dress up as he spoke and
exposing her hot little briefs.

"I'm with you son," said Ian going one step further and 
literally ripping his daughter's panties down, exposing 
her naughtiest of hair-lines to the localised viewing 
public. Not five seconds later and he had more than six 
inches of adventurous penile tissue working its illicit 
but fun way up Shelley's slippery little dual 
carriageway.

Ian saw little reason not to follow suit, and Tracey's 
subsequent muffled cries of pleasure would suggest he 
was definitely exceeding the speed limit on the 
southern freeway. 

"God, that is soo hot!" Ian muttered mid-thrust, as he 
observed Greg fucking his tied-up daughter to the edge 
of reason. Again, images of young Lucy flooded his 
subconscious. They weren't images of her sitting at her 
desk doing her homework either, let it be stated.

From Greg's perspective - seeing his wife hog-tied, 
gagged and her panties down around one ankle with his 
best-friend's cock giving her a cervical massage, was 
not detrimental to his cause either.

"Fuck her Ian, make her come," was about the best 
advice he could give.

He should talk! 

Even as Shelley quivered in orgasmic release, Tracey 
was taken to the periphery of the biggest cum she had 
ever dreamed of. Both, at that instant, were 
procreative females on heat - desperate to fulfill 
their biological destiny. 

"Jesus Christ," Greg whimpered, "that was unreal!" Ian 
couldn't respond, being close to needing a 
defibrillator himself.

So much more was to pass that evening but the reader's 
interest is best served perhaps by a look at the bigger 
picture. Let us just say that such moving violations as 
had already been perpetrated upon the hapless duo were 
magnified yet further, as a result of their being 
stripped and tied back to back allowing both to be 
raped concurrently. Free of the duct tape for now, the 
girls' cries of sensual pleasure were heightened by the 
fact both could feel each other's penetration by virtue 
of their bottoms being in close proximity, and thereby 
transmitting the force of each thrust.

At the point the men could indulge themselves no 
further, Tracey and her daughter had each to masturbate 
the other before being encouraged to take a somewhat 
open shower together, where rules were passed-up in 
favor of spontaneous innovation. Amazing what two 
majorly aroused females can conjure up when left to 
their own devices. 

It was to be two weeks before Ian, his wife Lena and 
daughter Lucy were ushered in to the Richardson's 
hallway. Given that she and Tracey were barely two 
years apart and with both sharing an interest in 
psychology, it is small wonder that they hit it off 
from the start - chatting away like old friends at the 
kitchen workbench. 

Even as he cast his first glance at Lucy, Greg could 
well understand Ian's incestuous leanings towards his 
daughter. Possessed of a young body that seemed to 
bridge effortlessly the gap between childhood and 
adolescence, her breasts, whilst still mere "bumps," as 
her father had correctly described them, exerted a 
physical appeal that he just knew was going to have to 
be appeased at some stage. 

A cute little honey-blonde, even in that puffy child's 
dress, something lurked there unseen, that was anything 
but child. "Was she in fact aware of this?" he 
wondered. As for Lena, Greg decided on sight that if 
the opportunity ever arose to get into her panties - he 
wouldn't be taking his time about it!

Lucy and Shelley seemed to "click" also and within 
seconds the two girls were headed up to Shell's bedroom 
for an extended session on the computer.

"Guess we may as well have a drink," said Greg to his 
business partner, "We don't seem to be needed here."

Dinner was a strained affair - if you knew what you 
were looking for. Furtive glances between Greg and 
Tracey... Shelley giggling every time Ian spoke to her 
more or less. A couple of times Lena seemed perplexed 
at the young girl's familiarity with her husband but 
passed it off as normal teenage flirtatiousness. Only 
sweet little Lucy seemed completely oblivious to it 
all, fully unaware of the frequency of Greg's glances 
in her direction - not to mention her own father's!

Sitting between his own daughter and Shelley, a sudden 
burst of giggling drew everyone's attention. Probably 
as well none of them knew the cause - Ian's concealed 
hand now flush in the center of the teenage girl's lap 
and pressing down hard on her pussy.

"That's naughty," she whispered to him seconds later. 
How he wanted to be naughtier!

Aware that Ian must have taken some indecent liberty 
with their little girl Greg and Tracey simply smiled at 
one another. Quite forgetting present company 
momentarily, Greg allowed himself a quick fondle of his 
wife's right breast.

Noticed only by Lena, who almost dropped her rib-roast 
in silent shock - her expression was one of utter 
disbelief.

"What's wrong hun?" Ian asked, upon seeing his wife not 
a little flushed and having no idea what he'd missed.

"Oh... n-n-nothing Ian," she managed to get out. "Piece 
of meat went down the wrong way that's all!"

The remainder of the evening was played out 
uneventfully. Shelley's level of flirting did seem 
kinda prominent to Lena but there again, Greg and 
Tracey appeared to be paying her daughter very close 
attention too. There was something there she just 
couldn't put her finger on. 

***

"Did you see what he did to his wife at the dinner 
table?" Lena asked her husband after they had packed 
Lucy off to bed? Genuinely surprised by the question, 
Ian shook his head... "Did to her??"

"He groped her Ian?" Ian's mind swiftly recalled the 
wondrous nature of such physical activities... "Yeah?" 
he answered. "I didn't see and anyway - they're 
married... what's the problem?"

"C'mon Ian, groping your wife in front of young 
children? Their own daughter? Our nine-year old Lucy?"

"You sure you saw right hun?" Ian grinned, besides how 
do you know the kids saw anything?"

"Well, I don't," she replied, "It just shocked me I 
guess!"

"So how did you feel about seeing him do that 
honeybunch?" Ian teased her.

"Well, it was disgusting Ian... and at the dinner table 
too." she added.

"You didn't find it the least bit sexy darling?" he 
said slipping his hand up beneath her nightdress.

"Hardly," she said.

It was the best sex they'd had in years!

Before Lucy went to sleep that night she thought about 
Shelley... how excited she had felt in places she knew 
it wasn't polite to talk about, when the girl had 
suddenly kissed her on the lips in passing while they 
were playing Tomb Raider. She liked Mr Richardson too - 
he had gone out of his way to talk to her and show 
interest in her school and stuff. It was a funny 
feeling she had and she wasn't at all sure what it all 
meant. And as for what Mr Richardson had done to his 
wife right in front of her - Gosh, it made her blush 
just thinking about it!

***

"It was like you guessed she'd say," Ian replied, 
putting his drink down slowly on the bar. "She thought 
it was disgusting - and you know what? - I didn't even 
see you do anything!" 

"Thing is though Greg," he continued, almost smirking, 
Lena was so hot that night - although she won't admit 
it." 

"What'd I tell you buddy?" Greg slapped his friend on 
the shoulders, "Don't be so sure about her... sounds 
like she just needs a little more er, 'exposure' I 
think is the word here," They both cracked up.

"What did you think of Lucy?" Ian asked a few moments 
later.

"I don't think you'd really want to know Ian," he 
replied. "Let's just say I can see why she jerks your 
chain... wouldn't mind doing a little jerking of my own 
if you really want to know."

"She's hot isn't she?" Ian murmured.

"Well I wouldn't knock back twenty minutes in the 
shower with her if that's what you mean," Greg sculled 
the contents of his glass. Ian sighed with the 
resignation of one who's ultimate fantasy just slipped 
well beneath life's event horizon.

"Remember, when you three come over next week Ian," 
Greg was continuing, "you gotta have a hot feel of 
Shelley's tits and make sure your wife sees you do it!"

***

The evening ran smoothly enough. Lena helped serve up 
dinner, spending the first hour or so chatting 
animatedly with Tracey in the kitchen. Lucy went 
upstairs with Shelley and spent the greater part of 
that time wondering how long it was going to be until 
her breasts filled out like Shell's and she could wear 
a sexy little bra too? The men cornered the bar alcove 
and muttered general obscenities as to what each would 
like to do to the other's daughter if given free rein. 
Ian of course was well ahead on points in that 
discussion.

"And I'll be honest Ian," Greg crooned into his third 
or fourth bourbon, "I wouldn't mind getting your wife's 
sexy little tits out either and having a suck or two... 
just between you and me."

"What about her panties?" Ian put in, "Anything in 
there interests you?"

"You wanna believe it my friend, "Greg fired back. 
"Getting me hard as Hell just thinking about pulling 
those little suckers all the way down and fucking that 
pussy of hers."

Ian was almost sobered up by that one - the thought 
suddenly of seeing his wife being sexually molested, 
partially stripped, if not openly raped, was as 
exciting as the concept of his nine year old daughter 
spread and naked upstairs on his friend's bed. As for 
the wicked images doing the rounds of his wife nude and 
being fucked hard right in front of innocent little 
Lucy - it just didn't get any hotter!

"Dinner's up guys," Tracey called out from the dining 
room.

Shelley openly flirted with Ian, getting him to pass 
her the condiments, giggling whenever his hand brushed 
against her arm even as far as leaning forward on the 
table sufficiently to allow him an eyeful of her hot 
little breasts, barely hidden as they were down that 
deeply scalloped top she had squeezed into. 

Naturally Lena was afforded much the same view and more 
than aware of the remarkably pretty girl's intent 
towards her husband, resolved to nip this in the bud, 
after all he appeared to be responding to her come-on's 
like a lovesick teenager. Still she had to admit the 
girl was a sexy little thing and there was no denying 
the fact that glancing at her breasts was actually 
arousing her own body in ways she dared not think 
about. Even Lucy's eyes - as big as saucers at this 
juncture, were straying to Shelley's top on a fairly 
regular basis... and then it happened.

One moment Ian was saying something to the girl, the 
next second he clearly put a hand down her top and 
fondled her breast, causing her to giggle hard and to 
pull his hand out.

"Ian," she cried out mortified "Are you crazy?" Then 
looking towards Shelley's parents muttered "I'm so 
sorry, I can't believe he did that?' Even Lucy was 
staring at her father, shocked senseless by what she 
had just seen. Lena was already getting to her feet.

"Where are you going Lena?" Tracey asked, "There's no 
harm done - Ian didn't mean anything by it... Shelley's 
used to it, believe me?" 

"You mean he's done this before?" she cried, "Oh my 
God, I don't believe this... and you two don't mind?"

"Well Lena, its really up to Shelley to mind isn't it?" 
Greg suggested, "And it doesn't look to me like she 
does particularly.'

Shell and Ian were still seated at the table watching 
the conversation flow much like two fans of Roger 
Federer at the New York Open in Yonkers following a 
point during a critical tie-breaker.

Lena looked at Tracey then back at Lucy and finally at 
her husband who was sitting their impassively.

"Is everyone here crazy?" she asked.

"Not crazy Lena - just friendly," he grinned, leaning 
across and kissing Tracey while availing himself of her 
right breast that he caressed softly. 

Lena's hand flew to her mouth. "Come on Ian, we'll talk 
about this later. I think we should take Lucy home."

The little girl looked disappointed. "Do we have to 
mom, I like it here with Shelley." She walked around 
beside the girl's chair as she spoke. Shell gave her a 
cuddle.

"Lighten up hun," Ian said suddenly, aware that they 
were probably at the point of no return and that he had 
nothing to lose but so much to gain. "You might even 
enjoy it." Patting his knee, he turned to Shelley, 
"Come and sit on my lap sweetheart,"

The color drained from Lena's features as she watched 
the young girl get up and sit on her husband's knee. 
Something in the act was so arousing she could neither 
define it or even bring herself to admit it. At the 
point the girl lowered her lips to those of her husband 
and began kissing him passionately, she had to hold on 
to the nearest chair for support.

"Ian... " her voice tapered off in unmitigated shock. 
Worse was to come. Without her friend for support, Lucy 
had sidled over to Greg's chair and was now holding his 
hand watching with acute interest as her father kissed 
the young girl. She definitely wanted to experience 
this and raised her pretty face to Greg's. At the point 
he kissed her lightly, Lena's expression was one of 
disbelieving horror.

"Lucy," she cried out, "Stop that right now, c'mon we 
have to go home."

Given the sensations arcing through the pre-teen's body 
right then as Greg's lips continued to apply a world of 
new experiences to her own, she didn't even hear her 
mom's pleas. Instead, she allowed herself to be lifted 
up on to Greg's lap where she put her arms around his 
neck and allowed him full license to continue his 
passionate exchange.

Opposite them, Ian was slipping his hand up beneath the 
teenager's skirt now and quite clearly... to judge by 
the girl's wriggling, applying pressure to some area of 
her anatomy that was causing both of them pleasure.

Lena barely noticed Tracey crouching now beside her. 
Tears were beginning to trickle down her face.

"This has been going on for a while hasn't it?" she 
said, barely above a whisper.

Tracey put her arm around her shoulder.

"Look Lena, three months ago - I would have been as 
shocked as you. I don't really remember how it all 
started. I know I was teasing Ian about how he was 
always looking at our daughter funny and I actually 
asked him if he ever thought about, well, you know... 
touching her. Then a few nights later it just happened. 
No one planned anything."

"What?" Lena gasped, "Are you telling me your 
husband... and Shelley - like they do stuff together? 
That's incest!"

"Well whatever it is - it happens Lena. A few weeks 
later your husband came over for dinner and things just 
got out of hand I guess."

"Are you saying that my husband has actually f-fucked 
your daughter? Oh My God... she's only fourteen isn't 
she?"

"He's fucked me too Lena, if you really want to know," 
Tracey giggled. "But you can't blame him - I did kinda 
lead him on!"

Lena however wasn't paying close attention at that 
moment, riveted as she was on what was happening in the 
far chair. Ian, having pushed the teenage girl's skirt 
up to her hips, had fully exposed a pair of hot little 
white cotton panties which he was in the process of 
rubbing the length of her quite clearly defined young 
pussy.

Despite her shock and if the truth be known - 
embarrassment, Lena felt a surge of arousal in and 
around her genital area and had to discipline herself 
against slipping a hand into her own panties, as she 
watched open-mouthed, her husband's continued sexual 
assault of the vulnerable girl on his lap.

So taken up was she with the nearside drama, she failed 
to notice her own young daughter's reaction to the 
unfolding scenario. Still being kissed by Greg, Lucy 
could barely comprehend what was happening. All she 
knew is that the man kissing her was making her feel 
hotter by the minute and watching the other girl get 
her pussy rubbed like that was making her imagine what 
it would be like to have her father do the same thing 
to her one night. She could feel her own panties 
getting wet at the thought and she was momentarily 
ashamed. All sorts of funny feelings in fact, were 
running through her body - especially between her legs. 

Ian was having no trouble with his gear-changes. That 
wafer-thin little top, now resident on the carpet 
beside her skirt, was joined by the skimpiest little 
bra Lena had ever seen - certainly nothing her mother 
would ever have approved of she recalled momentarily. 
She watched almost clinically now, as her husband began 
squeezing and rubbing the girl's bare breasts with 
indecent haste, still kissing her passionately. 

Perched on Ian in just her cotton panties now, Lena was 
half hoping she would get to see him actually having 
intercourse with the girl right there on his lap. She 
wasn't even thinking of Lucy. Her right hand, fully 
with a mind of its own apparently, was slowly inching 
its way beneath her dress with a very specific 
destination in mind.

Greg on the other hand, was definitely thinking of 
Lucy. Wanting more than anything to fondle those 
clearly defined little 'speed humps" beneath her dress, 
he had the most splendid of occasional views down her 
top. Whilst nothing in essence was visible - just the 
onset of her embryonic cleavage was driving him to 
utter distraction. Although her mother appeared to have 
slumped to the floor in abject denial of what was 
happening in the room - he wasn't so sure what the 
outcome might be if he took that next step and actually 
sexually assaulted the little girl. Lucy he figured 
though, was more than ready!

Seeing Shelley almost stripped now and having her sexy 
little breasts mauled by her father just a few paces 
away, was doing things to Lucy. Things that she had 
never imagined could be "done" to her. Even without the 
benefit of hardly any sexual education her body, she 
could sense, was responding to the visuals and lowering 
her sense of right from wrong. She wanted to feel what 
Shelley must be feeling. Taking a hold of Greg's hand - 
she lowered it to her lap - dead center!

Talk about winning the lottery! Greg began to 
tentatively depress the area, and was rewarded by a few 
wriggles and sighs from the girl. She even broke off 
from kissing him, to look up and smile with what in an 
older girl might be interpreted as lascivious intent. 

A sudden gasp from across the room indicated Lena's 
gaze had locked on to this new development.

"No Lucy," she called out pulling her hands free from 
her panties and starting to get up. Right then, she 
felt Tracey put her arm around her waist. "She'll be 
fine Lena, just let go," she whispered before slipping 
her own hand up between the woman's legs, and caressing 
lightly the front of Lena's wet panties.

"Oh my God Tracey - what are you doing," she almost 
whimpered. "I c-cant, let you... " she trailed off as 
Tracey began fingering her pussy through the wetness. 
"I c-c-cant..." 

She found herself back on the floor and unable to 
resist. Having this woman caress her so intimately was 
the hottest thing she had ever known. She closed her 
eyes and pulled the other woman closer.

With all the refs off the field, the game was under way 
for real!

Poor little Lucy. Despite the waves of pleasure flowing 
through her as her dad's friend began rubbing her puffy 
little swellings and pulling her suddenly hard nipples, 
just below the neckline of her dress, the sight of her 
mother with another lady's hand rubbing her panties 
softly as she sat on the floor over there - just about 
fried all imminent awareness. She didn't know what to 
think or how to react to this bizarre situation. 

Looking over to her friend Shelley for help wasn't of 
any great use either - not when she could see her 
father was now pulling her panties down and that Shell 
would be completely naked any second.

Ian couldn't take much more himself. "Can I fuck you 
Shelley?" he whispered. She didn't answer - simply 
swivelling her bottom on his lap and having turned to 
face him, spread her legs either side of his hips. 
Holding her firmly around the waist he glanced 
downwards - he didn't even need ask her to unzip him.

As he sank his cock up to the hilt in the girl's 
intriguing wetness, Lena stared, as if watching a re-
run of one of the better 'Dynasty' episodes. Everything 
was externalising itself - the woman's fingers in her 
pussy that had her shivering in pleasure, watching her 
husband fucking that underage girl senseless on his 
lap, seeing this middle aged man playing with her own 
nine-year old daughter's tits as he kissed her, while 
slipping a hand up beneath her bottom she noted..

This HAD to be a segment of "America's Funniest Home 
Videos."

What wasn't so funny was hearing Lucy suddenly break-
off from her passionate embrace with this man and ask 
clear as day.
 
"Will you fuck ME too please?"


(c) Peter_Pan 2006

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As I mentioned, you really DO need to have read this 
(for purposes of continuity) before the sequel "Harper 
Valley: A Postscript" is released mid-year.

You may also enjoy other (mainly unerotic) stories 
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Thanks to all of you also (and that is a considerable 
number) who have lent their support to the new website 
that I wish I could find the time to work on (you can 
totally blame Kylie and Jenna's study assignments for 
that one)

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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