My sister and her kinky family

“Walt, I think it’s time you and I got together to settle a couple of old
matters between us. My address is below, along with my phone number and a
picture of all of us. Me, Mitch, and the sons are looking forward to seeing
you soon. Love, Carol.”

I held the letter in one hand, the picture in the other, my eyes going from
on to the other in disbelief. It had been, what, damn near twenty years
since the last time me and Carol spoke to each other?

Even as I committed my sister’s address to memory, I knew she was right in
what she said – there were a few things we needed to discuss. I looked at
the picture of my sister and her family; there was Mitch, her husband, along
with two teenaged girls and one boy. I felt a pang of bitterness stab into
me, realizing I didn’t even know their names. Carol’s “dismissal” of my
place in her life was, up to this point, very thorough – hence my surprise
at receiving her letter.

It wasn’t like she didn’t have good reason to forget she had a brother.
There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about those things Carol
mentioned and wondered how things would have turned out had shit not gotten
out of hand.

Twenty years ago, Carol and I had gone to a party being thrown by one of our
mutual friends. As you might expect, it was a little embarrassing showing
up with your sister as a date, but Carol was pretty cool – for a sister.

A lot of the people we knew were there and, in no time, the party was at
full swing. After a couple of hours of loud, foot-stomping’ music and quite
a few alcoholic beverages, I was ready to leave and went looking for my
sister. I found her out in the backyard, just staring up at the night sky.

“Hey, Sis, why aren’t you inside cutting some rug?” I asked, taking a place
beside her.

“I needed some air,” Carol replied, turning to look at me. “In fact, I hope
you’re here to tell me you’re leaving.”

In that precise moment, I felt something pass between us, something very
strange and very wonderful. Without thinking, I leaned over and gently
kissed Carol’s lips. “Yeah,” I said, breaking the not-so-brotherly smooch.
“I’m ready to get the hell out of here.”

Carol looked at me, her eyes burning bright with some inner fire and I could
see that something was running around in her mind as she absently ran her
tongue across her lips.

“Walt?”

“Huh?”

“Let’s go… take me home right now.”

There was an urgency in her voice I’d never seen before as we exited out the
back gate and headed for my car. “What’s the rush?” I asked, hurrying to
keep up with her.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she replied, opening the door and sliding
onto the seat. “Just drive, Walt.”

Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have kissed her like that. As I started the car,
I was having a hard time remembering why I even did it; all I knew in that
moment is that I needed to kiss her.

We got home fifteen minutes later. Carol was out of the car before it came
to a complete stop, heading for the house and digging in her purse for her
keys. I hurried to lock the car and followed Carol inside, noting that our
parents hadn’t returned from their weekly card game.

Carol stopped on the stairs and fixed me with a look I’ll never forget as
long as I live. It is hard to describe that look, both then and now; all I
knew was that it was very intense.

* * *

To make a long story short, Carol gave me that look, I looked back and, the
next thing either of us knew, we were on the floor making love like there
was no tomorrow.

I remember positioning myself above her and eating her pussy, thinking that
shit just couldn’t get any better that it was right then. That was before
she took my cock into her mouth, doubling my pleasure. Even as I drove my
cock into Carol’s depth and listened to her cries of pleasure, I somehow
knew this moment would come back to bite us in the ass.

I shot my load like never before, the sensations so overpowering I almost
passed out between my sister’s wide-spread legs as she humped her way
through what had to be a pretty spectacular orgasm.

As we recovered from our alcohol-induced passion, our eyes met and I could
see that whatever magic has possessed us had fled like the proverbial thief
in the night. Oh, what an awkward moment that was as I pulled my shriveled
meat from Carol’s sticky quim! We collected our clothes and went to our
respective rooms without speaking to or looking at each other.

The silence between us ensued for the next two weeks, when I left home after
enlisting in the Navy. All through training, I either wrote to Carol or
tried to call her, hoping to explain my side of what happened. But, she
never wrote back and wouldn’t take my calls, leaving me to resign myself to
the fact that because of one drunken night, I had lost my sister forever.

Until now. Looking at the picture Carol sent, I couldn’t believe how she’d
grown into a very beautiful woman, more beautiful than I remembered. I
picked up the phone and dialed the number she gave me, having a slight
problem reading it – I must have gotten something in my eye. As the phone
rang on the other end, I found myself wondering just what in the hell I was
going to say to her after 20 years.

“Hello, Porter residence,” came a man’s voice.

“Hello, uh, this is Walt Matthews. Could I speak to my sister Carol?”

“Oh, hello there Walt! This is Carol’s husband, Mitch. I take it you got
her letter?”

“Um, yeah – it came today,” I said, partially relieved that Carol hadn’t
answered the phone. “Her letter says…”

“Yeah, I know,” Mitch cut in. “So, can you come out and spend some time
with us? It would really mean a lot to Carol and you’ve got nieces and a
nephew you’ve never met.”

“I suppose so,” I answered lamely. “I’ve got a lot of vacation time stored
up and my boss has been after me to use it.”

“Good! It’s settled, then. Give us a call when you get your travel plans
together. It’ll be good to finally meet you, Walt – Carol’s told us so much
about you! ‘Bye!”

“Goodbye,” I answered, still a little shocked. I hung the phone up for a
moment, deep in thought about… nothing. It was true I had stored up about
six weeks worth of vacation time and I just couldn’t find a reason not to
take Carol and Mitch up on their offer.

I picked up the phone and made two more calls, one to my boss (who was happy
to be rid of me for a while) and one to the airport. The next day, I found
myself on a puddle-jumper heading for the town of Moreland… and a date
with destiny.

The Moreland International Airport, if that’s what you wanted to call it,
looked more like a private airstrip than a big-city airport. I stepped off
the twin-prop commuter and into the blazing hot afternoon sun. After
fishing my shades out of a pocket, I went into the terminal to collect my
bags… and to see if anyone was there to meet me.

After about twenty minutes, I realized that the only way I was going to get
to my sister’s place was to catch a cab, so that’s what I did, giving the
cabbie the address and settling back to watch the scenery roll by. It
turned out to be somewhat of a long trip and it gave me plenty of time to
ponder how my reunion with Carol was going to jump off.

Twenty years! What the fuck do you say to someone you haven’t seen in all
that time? I worked through a few speeches, found them lacking, and decided
to just go with the flow. Ten minutes later, the cab turned left onto a
dirt road; after getting bumped around a bit, I was deposited in front of
what could only be classified as a farm house.

“My sister married a farmer?” I asked aloud, taking a moment to survey the
surroundings. Other than the house, the only other structure I could see
was the dilapidated remains of what used to be a barn. So, maybe her
husband wasn’t a farmer after all, not that it mattered. Still, I somehow
couldn’t see my sister living this far away from civilization, considering
where and how we grew up.

“You must be Uncle Walt.”

I turned at the sound of the voice to find a boy about fifteen or so
standing on the porch. He had a mop of brown hair crowning a very tanned
face. He was a little on the muscular side in build, like he spent his free
time lifting weights or something, and about five-nine or so, giving an
inch.

“You have me at a disadvantage,” I replied, extending my hand.

“I’m Peter,” the boy said, taking my hand in his and giving it a
surprisingly strong shake. “Come on in – we’ve been expecting you.” Peter
grabbed my bags and led me inside.

The best way I could describe my sister’s home was to say it was rustic.
The furnishings were tasteful and, on the whole, seemed to be a comfortable
place to live. I followed my newly-met nephew into the kitchen, spotting a
man standing at the sink peeling potatoes.

“Dad, he’s here,” Peter said. “Uncle Walt, I’ll just take these to your
room, okay?” Peter left without waiting for me to acknowledge his courtesy.

“Walt, a pleasure to finally meet you,” Mitch said, wiping his hands on a
towel before grabbing mine and almost pumping my arms off.

“I’d have to say the pleasure’s all mine,” I replied. “The only way I found
out Carol got married was our mother told me.”

“Have a seat – I’m just doing a little grunt work before dinner,” Mitch
said, waving me to a chair. “Can I get you something to drink? Water,
lemonade, something stronger?”

“Lemonade would be fine, thank you,” I said, settling into my chair and
getting a good look at Mitch. He was about 6′ 2″ and looked to weigh about
210 or so. He appeared to be about my age but you couldn’t tell from his
body. Mitch placed two glasses on the table and took a seat.

“Here you go,” he said, saluting me with his glass. “So, where do we begin?
I mean, even though I just met you, it seems like I’ve known you for a
while.”

“I feel kinda silly,” I said after taking a sip of the cold, tangy drink.
“You obviously know more about me than I do about any of you.”

“Yeah, well, that’s one of the reasons why we invited you. I realized that
there was no reason for the two of you not to get together and mend a few
fences.”

“Um, did she tell you why we haven’t spoken in all these years?” I asked
nervously.

“As a matter of fact, she did,” Mitch replied. “It took me quite a bit of
time to convince her that it was a silly reason to break contact with her
brother.”

Oh, shit. So, my brother-in-law knew about that night after the party. In
a way, I was kinda glad he knew and, then again… I covered my anxiety by
taking a long pull from my glass.

“Can I be frank with you, Walt?” Mitch asked, leaning forward and looking me
directly in the eye.

“I don’t see why not,” I said, squirming a little at his gaze.

“I know about what happened after the party, from beginning to end. I also
know the whole thing pretty much unnerved the two of you, so much that Carol
felt it necessary to break her bond with you.”

“Well, most people would consider that a good reason,” I said, getting a
little more comfortable with Mitch without understanding why.

“Most people would, yes. But, I gotta tell you that you don’t know the rest
of the story.”

For a second, I got a little angry. “What more is there to it? We got
drunk and fucked each other. Obviously, it had such a negative effect on
her she didn’t want to see or speak to me again. If it means anything to
you, I often wish it hadn’t happened.”

“Hey, easy there, big fella,” Mitch said, holding his hands up. “If you’re
thinking we brought you up here to bust your chops about ancient history,
you’re dead wrong. All I’m saying is you don’t know why shit happened the
way it did.”

“I guess not,” I grumbled, wondering if it were too late to catch the next
flight out. “Which reminds me – where is Carol?”

“She had something to take care of in town,” Mitch said, refilling our
glasses. “She should be along shortly. You didn’t happen to see Helen or
Connie on your way in, did you?”

“Who?”

“Your nieces – were they out front?”

“No, I only saw Peter. Should we look for them?”

“Not right yet,” Mitch said, sitting back in his seat. “I wanted to spend a
little time talking to you alone, so I sent them outside. Now, where were
we?”

“You were saying I didn’t know what happened after the fact,” I reminded
him.

“Oh, yeah. Well, I guess you probably felt that Carol hated you for what
happened that night.”

“It would be a good guess,” I said, now wishing for something stronger than
lemonade.

“It took a little doing to get the story out of her, believe me. After she
told me, I had to admit that you made quite an impression on her, so much of
one that she decided the best thing for her to do was to pretty much turn
her back on you.”

“Why?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better or me.

“Because she wanted more of it,” Mitch replied with a calm I wouldn’t have
had. “She was so afraid to approach you about it, she just didn’t say
anything.”

“You’re telling me that my sister actually liked what happened that night
and wanted to do it again? I’m supposed to believe that?”

“I’m just telling you what she told me, Walt. Don’t get me wrong here; I
ain’t got a problem with what happened way back then. Seems to me you get a
man and a woman together with some booze and, shit, anything can happen. I
just wanted you to know right up front that I know about it and don’t hold
it against you.”

I didn’t know what to say. I found it strangely comforting to find out
after all these years that Carol didn’t really hate me after all.

“I appreciate it, Mitch,” I finally said, reaching across the table to shake
his hand.

“Not a problem, brother-in-law,” Mitch replied, smiling widely. “Now, let’s
see if we can catch up with my daughters!”

Three

After telling Peter we were leaving the house (and to let his mother know)
Mitch and I headed out the back door and towards a large stand of trees. As
we walked, Mitch explained that he and Carol owned all of the land within
sight, up to and including the small lake we were headed to. As we
continued to make small talk, I had to admit that I was impressed right down
to my drawers, not only with what they had managed to accomplish, but with
the man my sister chose to marry.

We turned off onto another trail and walked for another two minutes or so
before I could see light shimmering off some water. Just before we broke
into the clearing, we heard the sounds of girlish laughter.

“Shhh,” Mitch whispered, peeking around a tree into the clearing.

“What? Is there something wrong?”

“No, just keep quiet for a moment and you might see something interesting.”

I did as he instructed, figuring that we’d stumbled upon some cute nature
scene – a deer or something like that.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought! Come on, take a look,” Mitch whispered,
waving me to a spot next to him. Curious, I crept into place and looked
into the clearing.

I don’t know what I had expected to see, but it certainly wasn’t what I saw!
Instead of some pastoral “deer lying in the grass” scene, what I saw two
naked girls lying on a blanket and eating the shit out of each other!

“Oh, shit,” I said. “Oh, shit!”

“Yeah, ain’t they something?” Mitch asked, his smile growing wider.

“Yes, they are,” I said, unable to take my eyes away from the delicious
scene literally spread out before me. The two dark-haired vixens were
oblivious to our presence, their attention squarely focused on the business
at hand. And, damn, were they taking care of business!

The shorter of the two was on top, licking the pussy of girl on the bottom,
alternating her voracious tongue-lashing with jabs of a pair of fingers deep
into the other girl’s cunt. And, from where I was standing, the one on the
bottom was giving as good as she got.

I didn’t need to look down to know my cock was harder than the tree we were
hiding behind. Glancing to my right, I saw I wasn’t the only one, either;
Mitch wasn’t wearing any underwear – his cock was practically crawling down
his leg.

As the two girls continued to have each other for lunch, I realized that my
eyes continued to linger on the impressive imprint in Mitch’s pants. Now,
I’m not into guys or nothing like that; outside of some fooling around with
the gang when I was a hell of a lot younger, I had no interest in another
man’s cock. That didn’t mean I wasn’t able to appreciate his endowment,
though.

“Mitch,” I whispered, “do you know who they are?”

“Hell, yeah,” Mitch whispered back. “They come here often enough.”

“No shit!”

“None at all,” Mitch said, fiddling with his zipper. A few seconds later,
he pulled out at least nine or ten inches of the fattest prick I’d ever seen
outside of a porno movie and began to stroke it urgently.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, unable to take my eyes off of what
my brother-in-law was doing.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” he countered. “Shit, these babes are
hotter than hell!”

I looked back into the clearing in time to see the girls roll over and
switch places before continuing their Sapphic journey. Beside me, I could
actually hear Mitch pounding away at his cock, each stroke of his hand
eliciting a little grunt of delight.

My own cock throbbed hotly against my body and, to be honest, I don’t know
which scene thrilled me more – the two girls or Mitch whacking his meat to
beat the band. I was about two seconds from joining him when the passionate
sounds emanating from the blanket grew louder.

The girls were coming… and so was Mitch. Although I couldn’t see it, I
could easily envision their young cunts oozing rivulets of girl-juice; in
Mitch’s case, I had a front row seat as an incredibly long jet of jizz
exploded from his swollen, purplish cock-head, splattering noisily on the
ground.

“God damn, they are so fucking hot,” Mitch intoned, as another blast of
spunk joined the first one, followed by yet another. Mitch’s hand was a
blur as he continued to milk his prick into flaccidity. He reached into a
back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping the remnants from his
fingers.

“Damn,” I muttered, my cock still raging hotly in my pants.

“C’mon – let’s get out of here before they see us,” Mitch said, turning in
the direction we came in.

I followed him numbly – but not before taking another peek into the clearing
where the two girls were cuddled next to each other, obviously sharing the
glowing warmth of their venture.

I waited until we were well away from the area before speaking aloud.
“Mitch, do you always watch those two girls whenever they’re down there?”

“Every chance I get,” Mitch confirmed.

“Do you think they know you’re watching?”

“I don’t know – probably,” Mitch said with a shrug. “Doesn’t matter,
though. C’mon, I see your sister’s car coming up the drive.”

Sure enough, I could see a cloud of dust coming up the road.

My throat went suddenly dry as my long-lost sister came through the door.
Carol was as beautiful as I remembered, even though she had put on a little
weight. My hands began to sweat profusely as our eyes met for the first
time in twenty years.

“Walt,” Carol said softly, putting down the bags she was carrying before
approaching me with open arms. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

As we embraced, I could feel the tears I was holding back spill down my
face. “I’m glad you invited me, Carol,” I said, my voice husky and
cracking.

“You don’t know how much your being here means to me,” Carol said as she
cried, crushing me to her body with a strength I found surprising, kissing
me softly on the cheek. “Now that you’re here, everything is going to be
just fine!”

“Now that’s what I like to see,” Mitch chimed in from his seat at the table.
“We are going to be one happy family, right Pete?”

“You said it, Dad,” Peter replied.

“Mitch? Where are the girls?” Carol asked, releasing her grip on me.

“We’re here, Mom,” a voice replied.

I turned to see two stunning teenaged girls enter the living room from the
kitchen. Both looked to be around 16 or 17 years old, had dark hair and
bodies that you’d have to see to believe.

“Walt, these are my daughters,” Carol said, opening her arms and collecting
one in each. “This is Helen and the cheerful one here is Connie. Girls,
this is my brother, Walt.”

As the girls greeted me, I had the feeling that I had seen them somewhere
before. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” I said, accepting a peck on
each cheek from the girls.

“Well, now that all the introductions are over, how about something to eat?”
Mitch asked. “Hey, Walt, do you know your way around a grill?”

“I’ve been known to mess around from time to time,” I said, still trying to
shake the odd sense of deja vu I had experienced upon meeting my nieces.

“Good! What say we grab a couple of brews and crank out some steaks?” Mitch
said cheerfully. “Follow me!”

I followed my brother-in-law into the kitchen; after collecting an armful of
thick steaks and a two six-packs of beer, we made our way to the grill and,
within minutes, the whole area was filled with the tantalizing aroma of
grilling meat. Mitch and I sat on a nearby bench, chatting and drinking our
beers when I suddenly remembered where I had seen the two girls before.

“Mitch,” I said quietly, looking around to make sure I wasn’t overheard, “I
got the funny feeling I’ve seen Helen and Connie before – they were the two
girls down at the lake, weren’t they?”

Mitch grinned widely, cracking open another grain grenade and taking a big
swig before answering. “I was wondering what was taking you so long to
recognize them! Yep, my daughters and the two girls at the lake are one and
the same!”

I felt a tingle of excitement flash through my body as a few things started
to come together. “Mitch, they were doing each other like it was nobody’s
business,” I said, taking a quick belt of brew. “You mean you knew they,
um, they…”

“Been doing it with each other since they were nine and ten,” Mitch said,
his grin so wide I though his face would split open any second.

“And you were watching them and jacking off while they…” The implication
hit me hard enough to sober me up for a moment.

“Shit, wouldn’t you?” Mitch replied, turning the steaks over and checking
the packets of foil-wrapped corn.

“Man, that’s incest!” I said lamely, getting the impression that my
brother-in-law could care less.

“So I’ve been told,” Mitch replied easily. “Look, Walt, there are some
things you need to understand here. As you saw on your way in, we’re a long
ways from anything that would resemble civilization and, well, your sister
and I have always encouraged the children to do what comes naturally.”

“Get the fuck out of here!” I exclaimed. “You mean to tell me…”

Mitch laughed, looking at me as if my head was suddenly on upside down.
“Walt, close your mouth. If you’re getting ready to ask me if me and Carol
think it’s alright for them to fuck each other, the answer’s yes. Do you
have a problem with that?”

It took me a few seconds to soak all of this in, my head spinning in
disbelief. “Ah, I guess I don’t have any problems with it,” I finally said.
“I mean, who am I to tell you what’s okay for your family? But, I gotta ask
you something.”

“Ask away,” Mitch said, getting up to plate the steaks. “Like I said
earlier, we asked you here to get things squared away.”

“I’ve heard that being isolated like you are can, um, lead to things like
this happening,” I began, finding a bit of clarity. “Do you…”

“Do I join in the fun? Well, now, I think it’s safe to say that the family
that loves together stays together,” Mitch replied, setting the plate of
savory meat on the table.

I didn’t quite know what to think or believe at this point. I just couldn’t
imagine my sister having sex with her own children. Oh, I could handle
Helen and Connie doing the dirt with each other; shit, I could even handle
Peter and Mitch getting into the act. But Carol?”

“You’re finding this hard to believe,” Mitch said as if reading my mind.
“I’d hazard a guess and say that you find it even harder to believe that
your sister would approve of such behavior.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” I remarked, ripping the tab off another beer.
Between the beer and this astonishing revelation, my head was going in
circles.

“In that case, you’d probably have a stroke when I tell you this family
loving thing was all her idea.”

“You’re kidding!” I said, knowing full well that he wasn’t.

“I think you know better than that,” Mitch said quietly. “Trust me, Walt –
when she hit me with it, I had a hard time buying it myself.”

“I suppose she chalks this up to that night we…”

“Bingo!” Mitch confirmed, pointing a finger at me, his smile returning.
“Carol said you were a pretty sharp cookie!”

“Fuck me,” I whispered. Without even realizing it, my actions of so long
ago had shaped my sister and her family into… into what? Even in my
beer-buzzed state of mind, it wasn’t hard for me to see that none of them
seemed to be any worse for the experience.”

“That’s pretty much what we had in mind, Walt,” Mitch said, causing my head
to snap upward so hard I gave myself a slight case of whiplash.

“Excuse me?”

Mitch’s face turned serious as he sat down on the bench next to me. “Why do
you think we invited you up here, Walt?”

“So me and Carol could settle our differences?” I said stupidly.

“That was only part of it,” Mitch said. “Now, I gotta tell you that if you
can’t stomach the rest of it, there won’t be any hard feelings between us.”

“The rest of what?” I asked, finally realizing the whole truth here.

“You’ll find out after dinner,” Mitch said cryptically.

Dinner was magnificent although I spent most of the meal with my mind in a
daze. Now that I knew their secret, it was hard for me to look at the other
faces around the table; every time my eyes met theirs, I could sense a sort
of joy circulating between them, a joy that I was expected to participate
in.

“Walt? Are you okay?” Carol asked.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, looking at my sister and seeing more
of that enticing joy twinkling in her eyes.

“Look, honey, we all understand how hard this might be for you to accept,
but this is who and what we are and, well, we’d very much like for you to be
a part of it,” Carol said, echoing her husband’s earlier sentiments.

“I don’t know about you,” Helen said to Connie, flashing me a somewhat
lecherous smile, “but I can’t wait to get my hands on Uncle Walt!”

“Helen, behave yourself,” Mitch said. “Your uncle hasn’t said anything
about joining us so, until he does, he’s off-limits – understand?”

“I’ll convince him to change his mind,” Helen said, standing up and
stripping off her top to reveal a pair of 36C tits unencumbered by a bra.
She lifted one pendulous boob, bringing the nipple to her lips and sucked it
wetly between her lips – my cock twitched in response to such a brazen act.
“What do you think, Walt? Wanna wrap your lips around these?”

As the others began to clear the table, I couldn’t take my eyes off of
Helen’s creamy globes as she sucked on her nipples in turn. My cock was
wide awake and raising all kinds of hell as I watched the sultry teen bite
and lick her tit-flesh.

“Helen?” It was Carol’s voice coming from somewhere behind me.

“Yes, Mother?”

“Do you want him?” she asked, taking me by the arm and helping me stand.

“I want him bad,” Helen said, cupping her breasts and offering them to me.

“Take him,” Carol said, handing me off to my niece. “Just remember to save
some for the rest of us.”

“I’ll think about it,” the lusty teen said, leering at me in such a way that
made me weak-kneed. “C’mon uncle – it’s time to properly introduce you to
the family!”

I offered no resistance as Helen led me from the kitchen to the bedroom she
shared with Connie. Even as I watched my niece do away with the rest of her
clothing – revealing a stunning body – I knew that I would offer no
resistance at all.

See, I had already made up my mind to accept their lifestyle and to take
full advantage of whatever it had to offer. And, as the oldest of my
sister’s children approached me, I knew I was making the right decision.

“Mmmm,” Helen moaned as I sucked on her nipples. “That feels so good, Walt!
Do it a little harder, will you? Oh, yeah, that’s it, that’s the way I like
it!”

I didn’t bother to answer; instead, I focused my attention on licking,
sucking, and biting Helen’s magnificent globes of flesh. My hands clawed at
her firm, plump, backside.

“Take your clothes off and join me,” Helen cooed, stepping away from me and
lying down on the custom-made bed, opening her arms and legs invitingly.

I didn’t say anything as I discarded my clothing, noting that the bed
appeared to be able to hold quite a few people and relieved to have my cock
finally freed. I approached the bed, my cock bobbing in front of me, my
eyes fixed on the thick thatch of dark pubic hair surrounding Helen’s mons.
She smiled as she followed my gaze.

“You like that, huh?” she asked slyly, opening her legs further. “You like
hairy pussies, don’t you Uncle Walt? C’mon, show me how much you like it…
eat my hairy box!”

Her words sent another thrill through me as I settled in between her legs,
lifting them until they rested on my shoulders. In this position, I could
easily see her clit protruding from that forest of hair, the pinkness of her
slit standing out against the stark darkness that forest of hair provided.

Helen’s cunt had a sweet smell to it as I thrust my tongue between her
pouting cunt-lips, flicking it slowing along her already erect bud before
sucking it hungrily into my mouth. I heard her gasp as my tongue flew
across the sensitive surface and it didn’t take long before her hips began
to gyrate, scouring my face with her curls. I felt her hands on my head as
I plunged my tongue into her center, lapping up all the sweet nectar it
could find.

“Ooh, shit, Walt,” Helen hissed. “Slow down – we have all the time in the
world!” She tightened her grip on my head, vainly trying to put the brakes
on me.

But I was having none of it, having lost myself in her wet folds. I ate her
young gash like a starving man, slurping and sucking noisily as my fingers
toyed with her nipples, urging them into greater hardness. With my mouth
firmly attached to her juicy cunt, it was all Helen could do to keep up with
the blistering pace I was setting.

“Fuck!” Helen screeched as she climaxed, her young, tight body shivering as
the sensations raced along her excited nerve endings. “I’m cumming…!

That was just fine and dandy with me; I forced more of my tongue into the
tight embrace of her hole, spreading my tongue as wide as I could and, in
turn, spreading her resisting inner walls. As my niece squirmed and cursed
her way through a second orgasm, I got hit with a devilish idea. Locking my
arms around her lovely thighs, I rolled to my left, forcing Helen to turn
with me until she was sitting on my face.

“Holy shit!” the busty teen cursed as my tongue sought and found her clit
once again; I lashed her nub viciously, making double-damned sure that no
spot went unattended. Somewhere along the line, she managed to get a grip
on the bed’s headboard, using that extra bit of leverage to ride my face and
tongue.

“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, yeah, ummm, shit, yeah,” Helen chanted, whipping
her now-soaking wet quim across my face. “Eat my pussy! Eat it ’till I
can’t take any more!”

I was so busy complying with her request that the bed’s extra movement took
me by surprise – but not as much as the mouth closing around my prick did.

“Umph!” I grunted into Helen’s box as lips and tongue began to work on my
cock, taking my lust to another level. Momentarily curious. I freed a hand,
reaching down to determine the identity of the mystery person sucking the
hell out of my dick – and came up empty-handed; all I could feel was that
wonderful talented mouth sucking my juices out of me as if my prick was some
great big straw.

Helen didn’t have the problem I did. As I continued munching her carpet, I
could hear her talking to the other person who had joined us.

“Yeah! Suck that motherfucker! That’s right, eat his cock, suck it!”

I didn’t know who she was talking to, but I also didn’t give a fuck as Helen
once again flooded my face with her juices, the tangy liquid stinging my
face where her coarse hairs had rubbed me raw. South of my navel, my hips
bumped in a steady rhythm, my cock pistoning in and out of the mouth
attached to it, fanning the flames inside of me.

“Here, change places with me,” Helen said, moving off my face, giving me a
moment to wipe her cum from my eyes. I sighed as the liquid warmth of her
mouth covered me, waiting for her replacement to step in and get some of
what she had experienced.

So, you can imagine my surprise when, instead of pussy, I felt the spongy
head of a cock knob poking me in the lips! I opened my eyes to find Peter
leaning over me, trying to part my lips with his dick.

“What the…?” I gasped, giving Peter the opening he was looking for.
Before I could protest, I felt his cock brush past my lips and into my
mouth. I had never in my adult life entertained the thought of having
another man’s prick in my mouth.

Peter sighed and began fucking my mouth gently, taking some obvious delight
in feeling my teeth scraping gently against the silky hardness of his
manhood.

It wasn’t as bad as one might have expected. My nephew’s turgid flesh had
that same sort of sweetness I’d experienced while eating Helen, topped with
a slightly salty tanginess as drop after drop of pre-cum flowed onto my
tongue. I recovered from my initial surprise and started using my tongue
against his hot shaft, tickling the ultra-sensitive underside of his
still-swelling meat.

For long moments, the room was filled only with the sounds of our impromptu
trio sucking and slurping – but it didn’t last long. Above me, thrusting
his cock into my mouth insistently, Peter began to grunt and moan louder,
the taste in my mouth growing saltier as more and more of his juices flowed
into my mouth. He leaned over me, pumping his dick into my face with short,
quick strokes and I could sense that he was about to dump a load of jizz
into my mouth, even as my own balls began to tighten.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Helen hissed, releasing my cock from the embrace of her
mouth. “I’ve got someplace better for you to put it!”

I almost bit into Peter’s cock as Helen mounted me, her slick pussy sliding
down the entire length of my aching tool, surrounding me in its velvety
tightness. Shit, I almost blew my load right then and there and would have,
too, had it not been for the swelling meat in my mouth.

Peter’s seed exploded into my mouth, coating my tongue with its hot, gooey
stickiness, caring a taste like salty oatmeal. I swallowed instinctively as
my nephew pumped even more of his sperm into my willing orifice.

Helen continued to ride my cock, cursing lustily. I felt myself grow
thicker and harder within her embrace and I knew that I was just split
seconds from dumping a load of my own.

“He’s gonna do it,” a voice – Mitch’s? – said. “He’s gonna cream her good,
I think.”

“Looks like it to me,” a voice that could only belong to my sister said.

“When do I get my turn,” Connie complained, leaving me to wonder when in the
hell they had come in – but putting the thought aside as my cock spit chunk
after chunk of jizz into my niece’s hole. Peter had graciously removed his
spent tool from my mouth, allowing me to give voice to the incredible
sensations coursing through me.

“Oh, SHIT! GOD DAMN IT!” I yelled as Helen screwed her cunt down hard on
me, using her muscles to milk every drop of sperm from me I had to offer.

“Damn,” Peter said softly. “He’s pretty hot, Dad!”

“You think so? Let’s see,” Mitch replied. I felt the bed shift as Peter
got off – and Mitch took his place, taking my hand and placing it on his,
oh, my damn! – hardening tool. It was longer and thicker than my own cock,
which was returning to its normal size trapped inside Helen. I opened my
mouth invitingly, knowing what was going to happen next.

I wasn’t disappointed either as my brother-in-law’s tool slid into my mouth,
gagging me instantly. He backed off and let me take him at my own pace,
which wasn’t saying much considering how much his staff filled my mouth.

“Your turn, Connie,” I could hear Helen saying and moments later, my younger
niece was giving me mouth-to-cock resuscitation. She wasn’t nearly as
talented as her sister or brother – but I didn’t give a fuck.

Mitch was grunting loudly as he continued to fuck my now-helpless mouth, his
thick, bulbous head colliding with the roof of my mouth repeatedly. “You
were right, his mouth is sweet!” he said to his son (wherever he was). “I
have an idea; Connie, help me turn him over on his side… no, the other
side. Carol?”

I was still recovering from my initial ordeal and couldn’t do much other
than lay there while my family moved me where they wanted me. A hand lifted
my head momentarily and I was soon looking at my sister’s pussy, her dark
curly pubes laced with a little gray here and there, as she fitted herself
to my mouth.

I noticed there was more movement below me as I began to eat my sister’s
coochie; Carol was settling in to munch her younger daughter’s box even as
she returned to sucking my quivering prick. I was thinking how nice and
inventive this new position was… until I felt something wet and slick
probing my asshole!

“No, please,” I mumbled into Carol’s box as an obviously lubricated finger
penetrated my back hole, worming around inside of me and creating a
delicious itch inside of me. As Carol began to hump my face in earnest, I
could hear Mitch finishing his instructions to Peter and Helen.

The mystery finger continued to probe my bottom and I could feel Helen’s
back against mine and her voice saying, “Yeah, eat me, Daddy!” I could only
imagine what we looked like… and could only wonder what was going to
happen next.

Well, that question got answered quickly enough, let me tell you! The
invading finger vacated my bung hole and I soon felt the exquisite pain of
something large being forced past my sphincter; if I had to guess, Mitch was
trying to wedge his monstrous cock-meat into my virgin ass!

I groaned and grimaced in pain as the head of my brother-in-law’s cock
pushed past my resisting muscles and stormed into my bowel; the sensation
was so excruciating that I almost threw up in Carol’s steaming box! The
pain – and the nausea – began to subside as Mitch worked his cock into my
ass.

“Hold it, Pete,” I heard Mitch say, his voice muffled by his daughter’s
juice-drenched muff. “Okay, shove it in!” I heard him grunt as his son
violated his own father’s back hole, completing what had to be the most
obscene connection in history.

I lost all track of time as Carol shot stream after stream of girl-juice
into my face; I had long since drained my balls into Connie’s hot little
mouth. Behind me, Helen was humping her daddy’s face, cursing like one of
my old Navy buddies and clearly having the time of her like.

I heard Connie when she came, a high-pitched squeal of juvenile delight,
followed closely by the now-familiar grunts coming from Peter as his prick
hosed down his father’s bowels. And, speaking of Mitch…

Despite all the sexual chaos taking place around him, he kept up a steady
rhythm in my ass, which had finally decided to relax and accept its role,
allowing Mitch to ream me with the full length of his rather impressive
manhood, it’s width stretching my ass so wide that I knew I’d have a hard
time taking a shit afterwards. I heard him grunt loudly, felt his prick
swelling inside of me and I braced myself as best I could…

The first jet of gooey jizz coated the walls of my rectum, followed by two
more in rapid succession. Mitch was really pounding his dick into me and
all I could do was lay there and take it. Carol was cumming again, as was
Connie and, oh shit, my head was spinning…

Then the world went away.