Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip, Part 2
By Seamus

Content: Mff, Fm, MfMf, MMMF, Mf, Mg, Ff, ff, teens, hetero, cons, group, orgy, father/daughter, mother/son, brother/sister, sister/sister, grandfather/granddaughter, much sex, much incest, much sex

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Warning! Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip is an erotic novel, not a short story. There are 39,885 words in this Part alone. If the concept of a full-length novel causes undue stress for you, please do not attempt to read this. You will not be happy with what you find.
 
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All of my stories are sheer fantasies. Another fantasy you may have heard about is a story about a father loading his infant son into a rocket and sending him away from an exploding planet to crash land on Earth. You just can't do the things recounted in this fantasy ... nor can you leap from tall buildings. 
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CHAPTER SIX

-On The Road Again….

"This is sooooo much fun!" Alicia drawled lazily.

Her eyes unfocused, the naked twelve-year-old nymphette was smiling vacantly at the ceiling of Grandpa Jack’s bedroom in the ‘bus’, her grandfather’s huge RV. Her head was on a mound of pillows several layers thick near the head of the bed and her slender, shapely, legs were stretched down the length of the king-sized bed. Her blond hair fanned out over the pillow, framing her pretty face perfectly.

Alicia stretched indolently, tensing all her muscles and then relaxing. Spreading her thighs apart and arching her back, the young girl balanced herself on heels and shoulders. She thrust her pelvis up and then let her body undulate sensuously. As she gyrated up, down, and around, she grinned maniacally at the wall between Grandpa Jack’s bedroom and the living room. She knew full well her father and twin sister might just be watching on one or more of the remotely controlled cameras in the bedroom walls. 

Alicia’s big-breasted mother, Candy, was lying next to her on her belly in a classic sixty-nine position with her daughter, though the two weren’t working on each other’s pussy any longer. Candy’s head was pillowed on her forearms; her eyes were closed and she had a relaxed, contented expression on her face.

Grandpa Jack was laying face up at right angles to them, his head pillowed on Candy's beautifully rounded ass. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd wound up with his head propped up his daughter's soft-skinned, firmly rounded buttcheek, but he was glad he was. He reached over his head and awkwardly caressed the back of Candy’s left thigh as far as he could reach, just ‘cause he could….

Grandfather, daughter, and granddaughter were all stark naked, as they usually were these days … behind closed doors. Their bodies jounced around, or swayed left or right, from time to time as Alicia’s Dad guided the big motor home through curves in the road, up and down the long western hills, and around some purely imaginary obstructions ... just for practice.

Brett Winston took his turn driving the big RV, along with Candy and Grandpa Jack, but it hadn’t always been so. In fact, it hadn't been until Grandpa Jack started calling the motor home a ‘bus’ that Brett relaxed and showed any willingness to drive the huge vehicle. He'd been concerned he was going to do something wrong and wreck Grandpa Jack’s big, expensive home away from home. When he did drive, Grandpa Jack took the opportunity to find one of the family’s females in the mood for some good raunchy sex.

"What was, dear?" Candy asked. "You mean doin' a sixty-nine with me on top a’ you while my Daddy fucked me—or did you mean staying with Aunt Joanne for a while?"

Alicia didn't reply soon enough.

"It was fun eatin' your pussy honey," Candy reflected, filling the silence. "Did much of my cunt juice drip out of me while your grandfather fucked me?"

"Sure! ... and his spermy cum was good too! It was all good," Alicia said in a satisfied tone.

“And I was thinking a while ago how much fun it was sexing it up with Aunt Joanne and Uncle Grady and their kids too—it was bunches of fun staying with them.” There was another short silence.

"But ... what I was really thinking ... visiting with Aunt Joanne and everybody ... and then helping them find out they really wanted to be fucking each other just like us...," Alicia observed. "We coulda been doing it with each other lots earlier ... if we'd a' just known," she said dryly, but ... we had to be all nicey nice....” 

The last part was delivered a tad scornfully. And she had a point, but....

"We didn't know how things were, honey," Alicia's mother remarked drowsily. She had a tendency to doze off when she had just been fucked into a dreamy comfort zone. “It would have been too danged dangerous to just walk in the door and start fucking!”

"You think Uncle Grady really will get to move his business down where we live ... so they could be around all the time and we could play lots more?" Alicia asked hopefully, changing the subject slightly.

"Dunno," Grandpa Jack interjected. "I made some calls for him … did some preliminary work with a couple land owners, a guy who works for the mayor, an’ some other folks ... Grady should be calling them soon. The rest is up to him."

"I hope they can," Alicia said wistfully. “All a’ the kids want to come down there….”

"Depends a lot on Grady's partner," Grandpa Jack cautioned. "He's got to want to move too, though I'm pretty sure they'd both benefit from a better tax structure, lower labor costs and stuff like that."

"You think his partner and his family will want to move?" Candy asked, wondering if that would be a factor.

Her father shrugged his shoulders. She felt the motion on the underside of her thighs.

"Can’t tell you. Grady says his partner’s family is kind of standoffish—they keep to themselves quite a bit and he says it’s hard to figure them out.”

There was a short silence.

"Grandpa … Julie and Stacey and Curtis wanted to come live with us NOW!" Alicia argued. "They love sex and they really want more."

"Well ... I hear ya," Grandpa Jack mused. "Fuckin’s like that. The more you get, the more you want. But, honey, we'll just have wait and see how things play out."

"We coulda all gotten more if we only knew they wanted to," Alicia remarked a little crossly. "Curtis has the cutest cock....” She had returned to her original complaint.

"Alicia....” Candy said forbiddingly.

No one said anything.

"You know...?" Alicia wondered aloud.

"Alicia!" warned Candy. Even stark naked, daughter-pussy eating, happy sixty-nining, nephew screwing, Daddy fucking, and brother-in-law sexing MILFs are mothers at times.

"No, not that,” Alicia protested. “Somethin’ else…."

"I was gonna say that it's really great having sex with Ol' Jim and all the Velasquezees ... did I say that right? Velasquezes? Uh ... Velas ... ah, heck, you know what I mean. Anyway, it’s cool fucking with all a’ them … all of Ol’ Jim’s family and everybody else ... but the nastiest, hottest, best-est sex in the whole world is just with family, don't you think?" she said.

Her mother and grandfather considered the question.

“Is that a long way around for sayin’ that ‘incest is best’ ?” Candy asked.

"Yeah … and I don't mean just us here," Alicia mused, "all the family ... like having Aunt Joanne and all her family there too."

"UNGH!" Grandpa Jack grunted.

"What, Daddy?" Candy asked without opening her eyes.

"That was me," Carrie admitted. She'd come in unannounced, the faint road noise had drowned out any noise her bare feet might have made on the thick carpet. Which was fine ... but then she'd grabbed Grandpa Jack's cock before he knew anyone was there.

"Okay, be gently with my Daddy, okay?" Candy cautioned languorously. She would be asleep in another minute if left alone.

"I know you're right, 'Licia!" Carrie remarked, commenting on what her twin sister had said. "…About family and fucking like that."

"Well, it’s sure got my vote!" remarked Grandpa Jack quietly. He was still resting, though with Carrie masturbating him and gently kneading his ball sack, it was becoming more difficult. "But fucking other folks at the camp, and parties and such ... that has its place too ... its not like we have to do just one or the other, right?"

"Yeah," Alicia sighed contentedly. The conversation was slowing and her interest was waning fast.

"Uh, Carrie? You can come up ... the road’s straight now," Brett said, his voice coming from the intercom near the bedroom door. Brett still didn't fully trust the guidance software to guide the ‘bus’ around corners and stuff like that yet, but sometimes the pressure in his groin overrode his caution.

Carrie leapt to her feet. "COMING DADDY," she yelled, not bothering to thumb the ‘talk’ button on the intercom. She sprang to the door and was gone before anyone could say anything.

"You two are taking your pills every day ... when you're supposed to, I mean ... right?" Candy asked Alicia in her 'mother' voice. It had been on her mind for the past few days.

"Oh yeah," Alicia replied. "Not to worry ... we take them like they’re morning vitamins."

"K....” Candy rolled over and looked at the clock. It was still early afternoon, and they were still a long way from where they were going to stop for the night. She stared at the ceiling for a minute. Her daddy had raised his head while she moved, then laid it back down. His head was on her thigh now, only inches from her velvety-smooth pussy.

"Ahhhhh," Candy said musingly, sleep forgotten for the moment, "uh ... anyone up for round two or anything? With Carrie screamin' like a wild woman, I'm all awake now."

The pause was short.

"I, you know ... jus’ little ol’ me ... I actually think I might be able to go another round," Grandpa Jack observed. "You ready for somethin’, honey?" he asked, looking at his granddaughter.

"For you, Grandpa, any time you want it," Alicia said nastily.

"That’s my girl," he quipped.

Alicia giggled.

They were actually both quite serious, and they both knew it.

"So ... I'll be on my back this time?" Candy suggested. "And you can eat me out while my Daddy fucks you doggy style?"

"Sure!" Alicia agreed. “Turn about is fair play, right? ‘Sides ... I like suckin’ your pussy, Mom.

Alicia stood and waited for her mother to get positioned on the bed. She was grinning maniacally, anticipating another round of family sex in Grandpa’s rolling house of carnal pleasure. 

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In the cool of the evening, the Winstons and Grandpa were winding down after a day of driving. Grandpa Jack put the satellite phone back in its charger in the small cabinet near the ‘command center’ where they stored all the communications gear. 

He closed the cabinet door and checked to make sure the system was set up properly. Whenever there was a call, a loud ring announced it over the bus’ intercom system ... and the latest one had interrupted Grandpa Jack’s ice cream dessert. The remains were all melted now; Candy had long since poured it down the sink and washed the dish.

Grandpa Jack was confused. He didn’t know why he’d gotten the call in the first place.

"That was Old Jim again?" Brett asked, knowing the answer from the one-sided conversation he'd just heard. He was using the inquiry to really ask why the patriarch of the Velasquez extended clan had called for the second time in three days.

Old Jim and his extended family were permanent occupants at the campground Grandpa Jack’d purchased from the Army’s Corps of Engineers last summer. The Velasquezes had their own family-sex thing going—and they’d started a couple of generations back.

When Grandpa Jack let himself dwell on it, the fact that the Velasquezes had such a head start rankled. So much time lost….

"Yeah … it was Jim," Grandpa Jack replied distractedly to the question. He shrugged, his forehead furrowed with a faint, confused frown. "Just like yesterday, I guess … wanting to stay in touch. He didn't have much to say—just kept saying it in different ways for a while. He was like, “just wondering how the trip was going, if we were on schedule or not.... Then he was asking some silly questions about the new showers we're gonna put in the bathhouse over the winter. Then he said … and I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about … he said ‘it’s always nice to make new friends’—and then he hung up!” Grandpa Jack reported, thoroughly mystified. 

“Maybe Nadine kicked him out on the patio for smokin' in the house again or something like that, and he doesn't know what to do with himself 'til she cools down…?” Brett speculated. 

Grandpa Jack snorted. “But why the heck would he need to know if we were on schedule and camping here tonight?”

Brett shrugged expressively. "What are you going to do with the showers?" Brett asked his father-in-law.

"Well...,” Grandpa Jack thought for a moment. “Well ... here’s what I can see happenin’! I think there’ll be ... several—I don't know how many yet, I keep changing my mind—maybe a dozen or even more…? Heck … X-number of big, new shower stalls ... did I say big? I mean party-sized shower stalls—all in the same building—the old building from before has got to go—and all a’ the new showers are gonna be built around a central ... uh ... kind of an enclosed courtyard thing...? Ya know what I mean? And all a’ them have clear walls—if we have any walls—so anyone can see in—‘cept the walls’ll have polarized glass like here in the ‘bus’, 'cause everyone needs some privacy some times, ya know?"

He paused when a new idea occurred to him. "Ya know, we really should have some Jacuzzis in there too, and some hot tubs and some other fun stuff like that out there too, huh?" he said thoughtfully. "Places to lie around and get all warm and wet and horny.... How about jacuzzis and hot tubs in the courtyard with party showers all around … an’ ever’body watching ever’body else? Hmmmmmm, how's that sound?”

"Sounds good to me," Candy threw in the kitchen area where she was putting up the dishes. Grandpa Jack had cooked—had grilled the steaks, the corn-on-the-cob, and baked potatoes—Brett had washed up, and it was Candy's turn to dry and put everything up. That was sum of the adults' chores for this evening.

"Hot tubs for naked fun?" Alicia called from the computer station. She was watching the outside world through the exterior cameras, zooming in on the wild life when she could find any. A small herd of deer caught her attention for a while. They were feeding on the clear ground and back in the tree line that bordered the campground. Once she’d seen a family of raccoons marching solemnly from somewhere to somewhere else. 

Alicia was also practicing locking the video software controller on random vehicles out on the distant state highway and watching the cars drive along. The road followed the line of a low ridge marking the edge of this mountain valley and it was a long way off—a good five miles away if it was an inch in Grandpa Jack’s estimation ... long enough away that there was no engine noise or whine of tires meeting pavement.

Alicia’s immediate goal was to fasten onto a vehicle and follow it all around the huge sweeping curve the road made around the far wall of the valley until the car disappeared through a low pass over a ridge. Since there were trees that interrupted the sight line from time to time, Alicia had to tell the computer to estimate progress based on estimated speeds and known road conditions ... then stay locked on when the vehicle came back into sight. Mostly, though, she was just playing.

"Honey, your grandfather doesn't know about any other kinds of hot tub," Candy chided her daughter. She chuckled.

"Well ... you only get in warm, frothy water to do a certain number of things," Grandpa Jack observed, “...and none of them require clothes, much less are better with anything on! Kinda like goin’ to bed—you’re either in bed for sex or sleep, and clothes just get in the way of either one!"

The crew of the ‘bus’ all smiled. They’d heard the argument before.

"What about naked hot tubs?" Carrie asked, coming from the motor home's shower, still drying her hair. She was naked as were the rest of the family. The doors were all locked, checked and re-checked, for the night; the polarized windows were tuned so that nothing could be seen from outside the big RV motor home. Everything was secure.

The National Park Service campground was empty anyway ... the woman park ranger at the entrance said that was the rule rather than the exception these days, even in a nice summer like this. The ranger at the camp headquarters had told them that chances were they’d be on their lonesome at the campground tonight ... and maybe the rest of the week to, if they stayed that long.

"Just your grandfather thinking of new ways to get everyone in the mood for fucking, honey," Candy replied offhandedly. "Something new for him to spend his money on out at the campground....”

"Hey!" Alicia called, "Lookie here, guys!”

There was no response from the bus’ passengers. In fact, they ignored her. Alicia sniffed derisively and twisted the controls to some of the outside surveillance cameras to watch something outside—and it wasn’t a herd of deer or distant speeding automobiles this time.

“HAH!” Alicia remarked a few minutes later. “Y’all are gonna wanta see this. There are these three RVs just pulled in and they all parking together up under those big trees where you said the next-best pads were, Grandpa."

Grandpa Jack didn't move. He was comfortable, thank you very much. He had his evening coffee sitting on the end table next to his recliner and he didn't intend to move for information that nebulous.

"Nekkid, sexy women and girl kids?" he called back. “...with 'Fuck Me NOW!' signs around their necks?"

There was a pause. "Well, they don’t have any signs ... yet,” Alicia replied quietly. She was watching the monitor screen intently.

Grandpa Jack looked around for a moment, looking pursing his lips while he pondered the possibilities in what his granddaughter was reporting. His lips twisted and he snorted a couple of times. But he couldn't resist. In fact, everyone gave up simultaneously; they all formed up behind Alicia's computer chair within a second of each other.

The newly arriving campers had evidently been chock full of people. Now there were three adult guys, four adult women and a big group of kids—teens all the way down to a couple of toddlers moving around energetically over three campground spaces under the trees.

"Zoom in a little on that girl in the red top, okay, sugar puss?" Grandpa Jack drawled. "Put it on the big screen in the living room, okay?"

Alicia tapped a couple computer keys to make that happen—touched a couple of on-screen menus to select one of the miniaturized, but very powerful, HD cameras mounted on the top-front of the ‘bus’. The camera system was more than adequate to survey the campsite over there and the onboard computer could direct the feed anywhere the voyeuristically-inclined audience wanted it. Alicia used the joystick control to swing the camera precisely around the target area.

While Alicia stayed at the controls, the rest of the Winstons stepped back into the living room, almost in unison to watch on the widescreen. What distinguished the group of newcomers was, as Alicia had said, they weren't quite nude ... and the operative word still seemed to be ... ‘yet’.

The women and girls all had on bikini bottoms or short shorts and they had their tops or T's gathered up and tied beneath some very healthy bosoms to expose some very appealing midriffs—even the younger girls too young to have enough boob to really tie anything under. No one seemed to care if the shirts got untied either.

The guys, adults and teens, were trim and athletic looking. Tall and uniformly dark of hair, they wore swimsuits or shorts that weren't the typical loose fitting, long-legged baggies young guys usually wore. Carrie started mumbling something about strong legs and thighs, and other body parts that were of particular interest. 

And there was plenty of grab-ass going on over there too. Those folks were quickly setting up camp ... twilight was falling rapidly ... but the guys were taking time out to snatch quick feels whenever a girl or one of the women wandered near. Butt cheeks were getting stroked, breasts were being cupped, increasingly evident hard-ons were being fondled, and hot kisses exchanged. Everyone seemed to be having one heck of a licentiously great time.

And absolutely no one seemed to take the slightest notice of Grandpa Jack's big motor home. After all, it was just the biggest thing in the campground, sitting not too far away and parked right out in plain sight of every naughty little thing going on over there....

The only time the fun and games seemed to slow over there was when all the adults, teens, and young children were co-opted to carry trays, bowls, and pots of apparently pre-cooked food from inside the campers to a number of picnic tables dragged into place by the campers under the broad canopy furnished by the tall trees. When they finished setting up, there were outdoor chairs aplenty, lots of food and drink spread out on the tables, some dim lanterns were set on posts here and there....

It was, all-in-all, a very nice, comfortable outdoor party setting. And there was a party getting under way.

"Don't they know we can see them?" Carrie asked wonderingly. One of the mid-teen girls was being helped out of her T-shirt by a trio of young males. If her mom was among the adult women there, she surely didn’t protest. The topless teenage girl made one of the guys who’d relieved her of her top fold the garment neatly and put it inside one of the campers. Maybe her mother wasn’t there to protect her daughter’s virtue, but the girl didn’t want her clothing trashed.

"In that young man’s defense," Grandpa Jack opined, taking another sip from his cooling cup of coffee, "that young lady should never, never ever wear anything above the waist," Grandpa Jack avowed. "Zoom in a little, 'Licia," he called out to his granddaughter. "Oh my,” he sighed, those cutie pie teenage nipples look like gumdrops jus' waiting to be nibbled on," he said.

Brett mumbled his agreement. The three female members of the household snorted derisively.

"Maybe they think we're asleep or something?" Candy guessed. "The polarized windows don’t show us moving around and it’s fooled them into thinking we’re not able to see?

"Awful early for thinking someone whose schedule you don’t know is safely tucked away asleep," Grandpa Jack observed. "And they haven't really looked us over at all. I don’t know if they’ve even noticed our windows are blacked out."

"Goodness ... look at that guy back over there," Candy ordered, pointing to the right side of the screen. "If those aren’t six-pack abs there, I don't know what is," she declared.

"Mmmmmm,” she crooned! “Those guys should never be allowed to wear anything above the waist either, Grandpa Jack!"

"Ohmigod, he dropped his shorts," Carrie squealed. There was a short silence. "NICE cock!" she added.

"He's a smoothie too!" her sister chimed in. "See that? No hair on that fat little thingie at all ... and none in his crotch neither, by golly." She used the joystick to swing the camera around and incrementally zoomed out and back in. "They’re all getting naked! Wow!” Alicia remarked excitedly

“Heck, no one has a hair on them, below the neck, anyway," she added thoughtfully

None of Grandpa Jack's family was sitting in the living room any more. Everyone was standing in front of the high-resolution widescreen. They probably could have seen just as well from the chairs and sofa in the living area, but they didn't have the patience to stay there.

"Hmmmmm, who's that with a finger up my pussy?" Candy asked. She was standing in front of both her husband and father.

"That would be me," Grandpa Jack replied calmly.

"Just checking," his daughter replied, "but you better be ready to finish what you start, Daddy dear."

Grandpa Jack didn't bother to reply. Candy knew perfectly well he would finish anything he started.

The family was quiet for a bit, watching intently while across the way, the newcomers enjoyed themselves.  The Winstons and Grandpa Jack began some grab-ass maneuvers of their own, as Grandpa Jack called them. Over the summer, they'd become avid voyeurs in addition to even more avid exhibitionists, loving to watch and be watched ... preferably both at the same time.

"Cycle in some low-light enhancement, honey," Grandpa Jack told Alicia. She did. It improved the vision by a couple of orders of magnitude.

Strangely, the folks over there were still ignoring the presence of the big motor home, not even looking over occasionally to see if anyone was watching.

It was true there was no one else in the park. The older woman, the uniformed national park ranger, had said it was that way all over ... the economy, she thought. And the two-lane federal highway across the valley took a longgggggg loop around the wooded area where the campground sat. The nearest point of that road was a long, long way off ... but cars could still be seen racing God-knew-where at high speed. It was highly unlikely one of the car's occupants could see anything down here. They were going too fast, and human beings weren’t even dots at this distance ... Heck, cars were just specs at this distance, much less human bodies.

Huh! Finally, one of the couples ... an adult man and woman ... were walking right out in the open in the middle of the park road. One of the toddlers, a little girl, was with them. They were all three naked in the warm night.

They stopped; the woman leaned down to speak into the toddler's ear. The little one, apparently obedient to her mother's instructions, leaned back on her mother's leg and began fingering the fleshy peach lobes of her tight little slit. She was smiling delightedly right at the RV’s inhabitants.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!

Everyone in the motor home jumped. Grandpa Jack snatched his finger out of Candy's pussy hole and she yelped.

It was the damned satellite phone again. Grandpa Jack swore for a minute, something he rarely did ... and only when provoked.

"Put it on speaker, would you honey?" he asked Alicia.

Alicia obligingly touched the control that shunted the satellite audio feed to the motor home's intercom system. Abruptly, Grandpa Jack and the Winston family heard all the quiet sounds of outdoor life, along with lots of laughing, little shrieks and yells.
 
"Hello?" Grandpa Jack said, answering the phone call. 

"Hi, do I have the honor of speaking to Senor Grandpa Jack?" a deep, pleasant male voice asked. Grandpa Jack frowned. He'd thought he would be hearing Ol' Jim Velasquez wanting to talk again. He’d been preparing himself to cut Ol’ Jim off and return to the erotic show taking place outside.

"Speaking!" Grandpa Jack replied, tilting his head to the side inquiringly.

"Grandpa,” the stranger said in greeting, “I am Galen McFadden," the voice said. He paused. "We've never met, sir, but my mother is Nadine Velasquez's niece! Nadine is my great aunt…." He waited for a reaction.

Alicia zoomed in tight on the trio standing on the park road again, then only on the naked man; he had something in his hand pressed to his ear. The man waved the thing in his hand at the motor home, looking directly at the RV, and grinned. He pulled the phone back down to his ear and began speaking.

"Hello?" Mr. Galen McFadden asked inquisitively when there was no reply. Grandpa Jack ‘s pause had lasted an instant too long.

"Nadine Velasquez?" Candy said unbelievingly.

"None other!" the voice said cheerfully. "Uh, her niece—my mother—was the park ranger you met this afternoon ... she's not, uh ... feeling well at this particular time o' the month, but she's got the gate closed and locked already … and nobody better try gettin' by her—she’s armed an’ not disposed to debate … anything!" he remarked.

He paused when Candy giggled in sudden understanding.

"Ahhhhh ... was that Candy, by any chance?" the unknown Mr. McFadden asked interestedly.

"Uh-huh, that was me" Candy replied.

"Candy, I've heard some really good things about you from Nadine ... and Old Jim,” Galen said. “You still have that rainbow tattoo on your right shoulder blade?" the man asked.

The group looked at each other. The multi-colored tattoo was small and positioned so it couldn't be seen except in a bikini ... or if she was nude, of course. Virtually no one knew about it—no one outside their family and the friends in the select crowd from Grandpa Jack's campground, anyway.

"Heard good things about you too, girls," he added. He paused. "Miss Carrie?"

Carrie looked started for a moment. "Yeah...?" she said dubiously.

"Sugar, do you remember when my Great-Uncle Jim tricked you and wrote something on your ... belly ... and told you it was permanent and would never come off?"

"Yes…," Carrie replied. The question had instantly called up a happy memory from one afternoon in Grandpa Jack's campground. Every boy in the Velasquez extended family inserted a tongue into her pussy and swished it all around ... as the tattoo had instructed.

"And all the boys did what the tattoo said?" the voice continued.

"Oh yeahhhhh.…," Carrie replied dreamily. 

There was the sound of cheerful laughter.

"Enough bona fides for ya, Grandpa Jack?" the man asked.

"Oh, hell ... you had me when you said 'Nadine' !!" Grandpa Jack replied and sniffed wisely.

The laughter over the phone link and in the motor home was loud and cheerful.

"Well ... then you better get your collective asses moving!" Galen said forcefully. "We're havin' a party over here and you're the guests of honor!"

"On the way!" Grandpa Jack said shortly, leaning over Alicia's bare shoulder to cut the connection.

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Grandpa Jack ended the night lying with his head propped up on a stack of pillows with big-breasted, thirteen-year-old Yvonne, and her younger cousin, Cyndi, who was four. Yvonne was Cyndi's normal baby sitter and that had been a major factor in Cyndi's parents allowing her to spend the night with Grandpa Jack in his motor home.

Cyndi was a little butterball of girl-toddler delight. She’d evidently been born grinning and hadn’t ever stopped. Naked, she happily displayed her slit to anyone who glanced her way. She was so tight, it seemed impossible to insert anything between the sharply defined pussy lips, but she’d already proved that wasn’t the case. Smoothly fleshed all over, Cyndi liked to plaster herself against anyone who came in range.

"See, Cyndi?" Yvonne said gently. "You can always lick all around the head and guys like that, even if you can't take it all in your mouth."

Little Cyndi nodded, and tilted Grandpa Jack's cock up so she could lick the underside. Yvonne had shown the tyke how to like that very sensitive part of Grandpa Jack’s penis earlier and she’d been practicing ever since. Grandpa Jack’s eyes rolled back in his head from time to time because Young Cyndi remembered her lessons well..

"And don't forget to hold Grandpa Jack's balls in your hand, baby," Yvonne continued. "Just be really gentle, okay?"

"I 'member," Cyndi said. She giggled. "They're really soft," she said before licking one long stroke up from Grandpa Jack's ball sack all the way up to the tip of his glans.

Grandpa Jack sucked in a really appreciative breath of air and held it. 

"Grandpa Jack likes that, Cyndi ... do it again," Yvonne laughed. The little girl did as she was told. Three more times, and Grandpa Jack was about to climb the walls.

"Oh geeze," Grandpa Jack said at last. "Let's do something else, okay?"

"You don't like me licking your naughty cock?" Cyndi asked, her face clouding over.

"I love it," Grandpa Jack avowed. "But how about I lick you for a while, huh?

"Okay!" Cyndi replied agreeably. For her, it was a natural thing for Grandpa Jack to make the offer and for her to consent. She stood up beside Grandpa Jack on the bed, balancing carefully and waiting to be told how this was going to happen.

"Sit right here on my chest," Grandpa Jack told the little girl, slapping his upper chest, "and you can put your knees on each side ... there … right by my head, okay?" When Grandpa Jack lay flat on the bed, Cyndi straddled his head, peering down into the older man’s face and grinning maniacally. The little girl was instinctively an exhibitionist and liked people watching her do naughty things. She posed for a while, just so Grandpa Jack wouldn’t miss seeing everything, before settling down on his wide chest.

"Where'd you learn that us guys like to look at your little pussy slit?" Grandpa Jack asked smilingly.

"My Daddy told me," Cyndi said succinctly. She didn't think it was any big deal. So what that Daddy liked to look at her childish pussy lips—didn’t everybody like that?

The four-year-old tyke squatted until her butt was on Grandpa Jack’s sternum, then scooted up Grandpa Jack’s chest until her immature pussy was touching his lips. Grandpa Jack kissed her childish outer labia from top to bottom, and back again—not that it was that great a distance.

Behind little Cyndi, Grandpa Jack held his erect cock vertically ... and waggled it around to call attention to it. The mattress shifted as Yvonne moved on the bed. He felt the young teen girl set her feet on either side of his hips. Yvonne’s hands touched Cyndi’s shoulders, lightly bracing herself while she squatted down on the cock Grandpa Jack was holding still for her.

"Mmmmmmmooooooooooooonnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhhh," Yvonne groaned aloud as she impaled herself on Grandpa Jack’s cock. She’d been suppressing her own needs in favor of her young charge. It felt soooooo good to finally be getting Grandpa Jack inside her! 

Inch by inch, Grandpa Jack's penis was engulfed in a heated, sopping wet sheath. For a moment, his assault on Cyndi’s pussy lips. His breath escaped in a drawn-out sigh.

For her part, Yvonne’s body accustomed itself to the intrusion easily; the young teenage girl tightened some muscles experimentally, released her grip--then clamped down again, just to see what the older man’s reaction would be. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, babeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” Grandpa Jack moaned. He did it into little Cyndi's pussy, which made the toddler giggle delightedly.

"Do it again!" Cyndi demanded and he did it a couple more times. He stopped only to begin licking the small girl's pussy up and down—then darted his tongue between Cyndi’s puffy labia. He was thrilled to find her pussy slickened with little-girl honey. He lapped it up and went back for more.

It was Cyndi's turn to moan a little. It caught her by surprise and she giggled again.

The dark-haired young teen behind Cyndi slid down the length of Grandpa Jack's cock, driving his penis deep inside her cunt ... then letting his prick slither out again as she rose.

“You really feel good in me, Grandpa Jack!!” Yvonne gasped.

“Aaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” Yvonne whimpered. She sped up, lifting and falling back down faster. After a little while, she began working her hips in a rocking motion and rotating her hips around Grandpa Jack’s pole. Her vagina was boiling with slickery teenage juices that trickled down to drench Grandpa Jack’s cock and groin.

“AAAANNNNNNGGGGGNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!” Yvonne sobbed. This gringo friend of her Great-aunt Nadine was a fine man. Aunt Nadine had said he was a good fuck, and she was right!!

The trio kept at it, finding unconscious rhythms that suited all three of them. When he could no longer hold off, Grandpa Jack coated the inside of thirteen-year-old Yvonne's cunt with a pearly white cum while she screamed her way through a hard orgasm. And little four-year-old Cyndi danced on Grandpa Jack's tongue all the way to a surprisingly mature climax of her own.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack," Cyndi said sleepily, patting his cheek, easing herself down to pillow her head on his shoulder. "You eat my puss’ really good."

"Thank you, honey," Grandpa Jack told her, but she was already asleep. Grandpa Jack rolled the toddler off his shoulder and then onto her back beside him. Casually, and very gently, he stroked her labia. The little girl smiled in her sleep.

Yvonne settled down on Grandpa Jack's other side, but it was clear she wasn't ready to sleep. "Grandpa Jack?" she asked at last.

"Hmmmmm?"

"You asleep?"

"Nope!" he replied. "Not even close. I'm happy as a lark, just chillin’ with two hot, sexy girls," he told her.

Yvonne giggled, pleased the older male was here and paying attention to her and her sexuality.

Grandpa Jack had learned Yvonne was penetrated for the first time when she was seven ... at her insistence ... and she'd been fucking ever since. Some of her stories would fill a library of taboo behavior. 

The young girl’s fingers were winding around the hair on his chest, drawing unseen designs all around as she stroked. "Grandpa Jack?"

"Hmmm?"

"You think we could do somethin' else, you an' me?"

"I don’t see why not. Whatcha got in mind?"

"I saw some KY on the table when we came in," she said tentatively, "and Mommy had me do an enema ‘fore we came out here ... you think we could...?"

Grandpa Jack made her wait; then he made his move.

"Last one in the living room's a smelly ol' used condom!" he said challengingly and rolled over Yvonne's body on his way to the edge of the bed.

She squealed and tried to get up but Grandpa Jack pushed her back down on the soft mattress and turned to race for the living room. Young Cyndi didn't move a muscle—she needed a nap before doing anything more with Grandpa Jack or her babysitter.

When a laughing, red-faced, and excited Yvonne caught up, Grandpa Jack already had the bottle of lubricant open and a gob poured in his right palm, ready to begin lubricating the thirteen-year-old’s puckered anus. He pointed down at the thick carpet in front of his kneeling body, grinning wickedly.

Without hesitating, Yvonne plopped down on all fours, pointed her prettily rounded ass back at Grandpa Jack and let her shoulders and upper chest slump to the floor. It was a fine pose for Grandpa Jack to admire her beautifully sculpted, heart-shaped ass.

Yvonne’s father was Anglo and her mother Mexican—that is to say, American Indian—and as they so often did, the genes blended superbly. Standing, Yvonne’s raven black hair would hang nearly down to her butt cheeks between her shoulder blades. Right now, bending over as she was, it was a dark cloud that hid her head and face. She held part of the mass aside and glanced back at the man about to spear her rectum on his hard cock. The young girl’s dark eyes flashed naughtily; her pretty face was beaming happily. She shifted her slender legs about, impatient for the sex to begin. She wasn’t able to keep still.

Many Mexican girls start budding very early and Yvonne was clearly one of them. Yvonne’s mother had bought Yvonne her first training bra when the girl was only five. Today, the outer slopes of her soft-fleshed breasts extended out beyond the sides of her chest on either side of her slender frame. Her gumball-sized nipples were fully blood-engorged, erect, and hard as diamonds most of her waking hours—they certainly were tonight. To make it even more unfair for women competing with her for male attention, young Yvonne had a trim waist and a flat belly centered between curvaceous young hips. 

Yvonne arched her bottom higher in the air and waited impatiently for Grandpa Jack to finish coating her rectum with lubrication. She was experienced at anal sex; she liked it and asked for it every chance she got, and she knew how to relax so his intruding finger could do its job of opening her up. The young girl’s body wriggled with pleasure as Grandpa Jack moved his finger in, out, and around—then added a second finger to probe her ass.

When they were both lubed up … and Yvonne’s anal cavity prepared. Grandpa Jack’s cock sank slowly and steadily into the thirteen-year-old’s bowels. In a few minutes, he was pushing his cock in, and pulling out again in a slow, gentle rhythm. He reached under her to fondle her big breasts, massaging her hard nipples and squeezing the dangling fleshy globes. The fingers on his other hand dove into her pussy to find and rub her little clitty.

When young Yvonne came a few minutes later; it was a long, hard orgasm and she couldn't bear to stay still through it. At one point, Grandpa Jack was shuffling along on his knees behind a crawling Yvonne—she wasn't aware she’d been doing that until Grandpa Jack mentioned it later.

“AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” Yvonne screamed into the dimness of the bus’ interior, but no one outside could hear. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!” she howled.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!” Grandpa Jack bellowed. Yvonne’s ass muscles were clamping down hard on his dick, not letting him withdraw so he could pump back in. He was trapped there, forced to spew a jet of sperm-laden cream inside the girl’s bowels by brute force, working his groin muscles against each other to move semen along and then out of his prick head.

“OH SHIT!-OH SHIT!-OH SHIT!-OH SHIT!-OH SHIT!-OH SHIT!-OH SHIT!-OH SHIT!!!” he grunted. Grandpa Jack’s body jerked hard as his muscles strained to squirt more jism into the young girl’s body.

“HHHHHHHHHHUNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!”

When it was done, a thin, cooling flow of cum dripped out of the young girl's butt and down the inside of her slender thighs. Yvonne lowered her exhausted self to the carpet and lay there unmoving for a longish time.

Afterward, the two showered together in the motor home's shower stall, where Yvonne washed herself and Grandpa Jack thoroughly. The thirteen-year-old girl knelt in front of Grandpa Jack and, with the shower streaming warm water over her head and shoulders, she sucked Grandpa Jack’s balls dry to thank him for the great butt-fucking he’d provided.

When they finally got back to the bed, they slept as hard as young Cyndi already was.
 
♀♂♀

The layover at the national park lasted another three days; Grandpa Jack and the Winstons initially planned only one overnight stay, but they decided they really didn’t need to hold to their prearranged schedule if they didn’t want to. For instance, they didn't really need to tour the big city on their route with all its museums, nor did they need to see the National Monument a little farther down the road. The place was too hot and dusty anyway. So they made new plans, filling the next three days with a nonstop naked party with this branch of the Velasquez clan.

On their last evening, Nadine Velasquez NPS Park Ranger niece was finished with her time of the month and she came by to visit—naked and horny as a goat. Grandpa Jack, Brett, and the woman’s son ganged up on her for a couple of hours. It left the woman exhausted, but enormously content. The guys came back an hour later just to see if she’d regained her strength.

She had partially recovered—her eyes gleamed with renewed lust when she saw the trio approaching—so the guys ganged up on her all over again.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Does Aunt Rebecca want us to call her ‘Rebecca’ or ‘Becky’?” Carrie asked. “What should we call her?” Carrie was getting dressed in Grandpa Jack's bedroom while the ‘bus’ rumbled down the road.

“Either one,” Candy replied from her chair. She was waiting quietly for her daughter to be finished dressing. “I don’t think she cares one way or the other ... I always called her Becky—that’s probably fine.”

“Okay,” Carrie said. The two Winston women were quiet. "How old is Aunt Becky anyway?" Carrie asked. 

Candy took up a hairbrush and began grooming her daughter’s hair while she thought. "Well … she's a year and a bit more younger than Joanne," Candy told her daughter, "and Joanne's fourteen month's younger than me, so Becky just turned thirty!” In spite of herself, she grinned at the thought. Becky had been wont in years past to gloating about her oldest sister’s passage through the ‘Big Thirty’ milestone. Payback was going to be a real … rhymes with ‘witch’, she thought happily.

"Oh,” Carrie returned.

"And my baby sister, Tracy, is going to be 29 ... ah ... next spring," Candy added to forestall the next obvious question.

Carrie nodded. She was thinking. "So ... Grandpa Jack and Grandma Jeanie had all four of you girls in just ... five years?"

"Yeah ... well, it was actually a little longer than that, the ages don't match up exactly to the calendar so it was almost six years, all together. Mom used to say she felt like she was getting pregnant before she got over having the last baby ... wayyyyy too soon."

"Didn't they have the pill back then?" Carrie asked. She giggled. "Or didn't they know what was causing it?"

"You don't think your grandfather knew what was 'causing' babies?" Candy remarked skeptically, brushing a long stroke down the back of Carrie's hair.

"Just kidding," Carrie replied unrepentantly. "But isn't that a lot of kids in just that many years?"

"Totally! Mom told me one time that she thought she got pregnant with Joanne the very first time she and Daddy made love after having me. She said she was so fertile, every time he got in bed with her, she got pregnant all over again ... not really, you understand ... just the way she felt."

"Yeah ... I'll bet." Carrie thought about it for a moment. "Mom? You think if Grandpa Jack and Grandma had a' stayed married, she would a’ kept on popping out kids just about every year like that? Has she had any more kids—like if she was so fertile and stuff?"

Candy had never thought about it. "Hmmmm ... well ... four of us girls just about wore her out, so I'd say her body would have eventually broken down with that kind of strain if she kept on havin’ kids as fast as all that," she said at last.

"Well, and then she had to have a hysterectomy anyway a few years after Dad and her got divorced. And that stopped her from ... what did you say? ... poppin' out kids every year?" She laughed. "The things you say sometimes!"

Carrie laughed with her mother. "How come Grandma went crazy after got divorced from Grandpa?"

"Well, you know she didn't go 'crazy' like insane, sugar, but I think she thought she was a badly confused woman for a long time," Candy remarked. "She's pretty much over it now."

"Grandpa Jack won't even talk about her nowadays," Carrie remarked, changing the subject slightly.

Candy considered the comment. "Honey, your Grandpa was awful hurt back then ... I thought we were going to lose him for a while."

"He's better now, right?"

"Muuuuuuch better," Candy replied. “Really good, in fact,” she added.

Carrie thought for a moment. “Mom … you’re thirty-three, right?”

“Yes … and it’s so nice of you to point that out,” Candy replied lightly.

Carrie turned her head to look at her mother’s body. “If every MILF in the world looked like you do, Mom, they’d be super lucky! You’re exactly what all the guys want when they think of somebody to do it with…!”

“That’s sweet … thank you, honey,” Candy commented, pushing her daughter’s chin back around so she could continue brushing. She was pleased at the compliment.

“And Dad is thirty now, huh?”

“Yep, I married a younger man,” Candy replied with a chuckle. “You got a problem with that?”

“Nope!” Carrie responded. She had a point she wanted to make and wasn’t going to be diverted. “Grandpa isn’t that old is he?”

“No, he isn’t.” Candy paused. “Not many grandfathers look as good as him, huh?

“Not even!” Carrie replied. She hadn’t had to even think about that. “And Grandma isn’t old either….”

“No, she isn’t,” Candy said. She hesitated for  second, then gave a subtle shrug of her shoulders. There was no reason why she shouldn’t make one more item public.

“Actually, Mom had me before she graduated high school … just after my Dad graduated high school,” she said slowly. “Mom says there were some awfully lean years there, even with their parents helping out. Mom had all four of us girls before she turned twenty-one … she used to say a couple a’ girl country and western singers had her beat on the baby count—but not many!” Candy chuckled at the memory.

Carrie took that in, but didn’t make a comment on how early her grandmother became pregnant. She returned to what she wanted to discuss. 

“So … Grandma had four babies, Aunt Joanne has three kids, Aunt Rachel has five, Aunt Tracy has seven … and you only have me an’ Alicia—how come you and Dad stopped after just having us two?”

The brush in Candy’s hand was still for a moment. “Well … three of Tracy’s are adopted—you know that—so she really only has four….” She let that stand for a long moment.

“Well … see … your father and I decided to go for quality, rather than quantity,” Candy continued evenly. “After we had two lovely babies who grew up to be as cute and … precocious … as you two, how could we top that, huh?”

Carrie considered the answer for a moment. “Mommy…,” she remarked in a falsetto doing her best imitation of a three-year-old’s voice, “…what does ‘full of it’ mean?” She simpered at her mother in the mirror.

The implication wouldn’t have been well received by most mothers. But pre-teen girls who eagerly, and regularly, suck their father’s and grandfather’s cum out of their mother’s pussy get more latitude in their commentary than young girls who do not.

Candy shook her finger at her daughter, grinning. Her young daughter had pushed ‘it’ right up to the line, but hadn’t crossed over into insolence … yet.

“Well … okay … I don’t know that your father and I actually made a decision not to have more children,” she finally confided. “It just turned out that way.”

“You could have more,” Carrie shot back. “Daddy could get you pregnant any time you wanted, couldn’t he?”

“I rather suspect he could … if I went off my contraceptive,” Candy replied, after a moment. She gathered herself. “Are you saying we need more kids in this family?”

“Brothers!” Carrie said succinctly. “Me an’ Alicia need brothers to take care of … things … and to party with too! Wouldn’t that be cool, Mom?”

Candy laughed. “Ahhhhh, I thought you might be scheming about something there, young lady!”

Carrie was unfazed. “More boys who would like their sisters for being sisters and for fucking too! What’s wrong with that?” she asked frankly. “They’d like to do naughty things with their mother too, you know.”

“Well, you and Alicia are twelve now; even if your father and I started tonight, honey, it would be a long time before any boys we had to grow up enough for … us girls to play with, you know.”

It made Carrie think. “How ‘bout adoption, then?” she asked. “Aunt Tracy adopted three kids … and Aunt Sandy adopted Grandpa! And you know how Aunt Sandy gets a real kick out a’ calling him Daddy.”

“Yes, I do know that, thank you,” Candy responded. That Sandy Pearson called Grandpa Jack, ‘Daddy’ had been a ferocious bone of contention last summer … and it still rankled every so often.

“So … start on boy babies now, and adopt nice boys in the meantime, right?” Carrie inquired brightly. She stood and smiled at her mother.

“Sweetie, I don’t exactly know how we got on this subject … we were talking about my Mom and Dad having four kids and how old we were … and all of a sudden, you’re talking me getting pregnant and….”

“—Just sayin’, Mom,” Carrie replied calmly. “Something to think about, huh?”

“Is there any chance you could go pester your father and leave your poor ol’ mother with a little peace and quiet,” Candy asked, not quite desperately.

“Sure!” Carrie quipped. She turned and trotted out the door into the RV’s roomy living room. “I’ll tell Dad what we talked about the brothers….”

“CARRIEEEEEEEE!!” Candy yelped.

It was too late. Carrie was gone and the headstrong young girl was absolutely going to bring this subject up with her father too. Actually … someday, before her clock stopped ticking, Candy knew she and Brett would have to have a conversation about this. Perhaps someday soon….

♀♂♀

Rebecca's family, the McPhersons, absorbed the visiting twins, their parents and Grandpa Jack into their home with little fuss. Becky had everything already planned out. Her husband, Kirby, had even been waiting outside when the ‘bus’ arrived, signaling Grandpa Jack to pull the huge RV into the McPherson’s triple-wide driveway and park the it next to the house instead of at the curb.

Bedroom assignments were already made. Candace and Brett would stay in the downstairs guestroom on the opposite side of the house from Rebecca and Kirby’s ‘master bedroom’.

Ten-year-old Dwight McPherson was moved temporarily into his twelve-year-old brother, Bryan's, room so their twin girl cousins could sleep in his room. Alicia and Carrie weren't exactly used to sleeping on bunk beds but they could be flexible … especially when their mother quietly made it clear to them they didn’t have a say in the matter.

It was disconcerting to the Winstons and Grandpa Jack when Rebecca kept calling her sister ‘Candace’. No one explained to her why 'Candace' didn't always respond immediately when that name was mentioned. None of the Winstons quite knew how to approach the problem.

Grandpa Jack parked the motor home deep in the long driveway close to the side of the house. The McPherson’s detached garage was almost directly in front of, and only a couple of yards away from the garage’s front wall. Grandpa Jack told the computer to level the ‘bus’ fore and aft, and then from starboard to port too.

Grandpa Jack was going to spend his nights out here, and he was quite happy to be sleeping in his king-sized bed in the ‘bus’. This time, though, he made Candy agree that if he was going to be 'surprised' late one night, she'd give him the high sign early on.

Rebecca's girls, fourteen-year-old Bobbi Jo, thirteen-year-old Judy, and nine-year-old Faye took to Candy's twin twelve-year-olds immediately. The younger girls quickly became an admiring circle around the twins.

And, though Rebecca hadn’t anticipated it, the twin's unconscious air of mature sophistication made them comfortable companions for Bobbi Jo too. Rebecca’s oldest girl was more than a little conscious of being the eldest child at times. The twins’ cheerful impudence and innate friendliness made their respective ages totally irrelevant.

Young Faye, the baby of the family, thought the twins were worldly, smart, and totally awesome. She attached herself to them from the start. An hour after they got there, she was begging them to show her how they did their makeup 'cause her mom wouldn't mind how the twins used those little amounts of makeup but came up with such cool results.

Rebecca's ten and twelve-year-old sons, of course, thought the twins were absolutely gorgeous ... total hotties! The boys didn't come right out and say it, but everyone noticed the boys were never more than a couple of yards away from their girl cousins. The boys frequently had to resort to surreptitious readjustments of their pants.

The children were a small herd of young animals moving as a group about the house; none of them willing to separate themselves from the pack for long. After a while, the crowd got on Rebecca’s nerves and she took action to break up the traffic congestion in her house by putting all of them to work on various chores.

The one surprise for the Winstons and Grandpa Jack was finding Kirby’s brother—Rebecca's brother-in-law—residing in the space above the garage. It had been converted into a small apartment for Travis McPherson, who was divorced and who didn’t get to see his kids very often.

The court order restricted him to seeing his two little girls on alternating weekends. Actually, it’d been three months since he’d seen them; his ex-wife was being a bitch and the courts weren’t doing anything about it. 

Travis was an active, perpetually grinning thirty-one-year-old. He was very much aware his big brother was doing him a huge favor letting him live above the garage for free. Six years Kirby's junior, Travis made efforts to be useful around the house, lending a hand without being asked, taking care of the yard and such things ... even babysitting when Kirby and Rebecca needed one. After a year-and-a-half of Travis living there, Rebecca's kids and Rebecca herself thought of him as one of the family.

♀♂♀

Within moments of meeting twelve-year-old Brian and ten-year-old Dwight McPherson, Brett Winston noticed tents in the boys' baggy shorts whenever they were near either one of his twin daughters. To his surprise, Rebecca's youngest girl ... nine-year-old Faye ... noticed the same thing. 

Brett was shocked when the little girl didn’t raise a commotion to call attention to her brothers’ predicaments. Amazingly, the nine-year-old waited patiently until she saw an opportunity where she thought no one was watching. She sidled up to young Dwight, and facing away from him, settled herself directly in front of him. Then she backed her body into his and parked her butt right into his crotch.

Brett wasn't in her line of sight; he was off to the side and holding himself still so as to not attract any attention. Faye never saw her uncle by marriage watching her.

Brett’s eyebrows rose higher when he thought he saw Faye’s small hands dive behind her; there were some furtive movements that couldn’t really be but one thing.... Was nine-year-old Faye actually fondling Dwight’s dick through his pants while she smiled innocently into the room’s interior. 

Later, when Brett thought about it, he wasn't so sure. He couldn’t really see anything; everything could be explained away if he brought up the subject of what he imagined he had seen. The room was awfully dim at the time. Maybe he was just wishing and hoping the two kids were acting in a provocative manner and it just wasn’t so. He sighed, and kept quiet. It would be nice if young Faye was into sex with her brother … and by extension with her other brother and maybe her father and Uncle Travis too … but it was too dangerous to broach the subject.

♀♂♀

On the other hand, Grandpa Jack was a master at the game of girl watching and his eyes were much better than 20-20, even in the dimness of the TV room. He'd always been able to see more with his peripheral vision than most people saw looking straight ahead.

So it was that he was able to observe make out what thirty-one-year-old Travis and thirteen-year-old Judy were doing when they thought themselves alone in a shadowy corner of the room. Grandpa Jack grinned to himself when Travis cupped young Judy's butt cheeks in his big hands and kneaded them slowly. Grandpa Jack didn’t dare to breathe; the pair would explode away from each other if he coughed or did anything except played possum. It was clear from both their faces they were thoroughly enjoying the lewd play and they weren’t of a mind to end it any time soon. Neither of them noticed Grandpa Jack sitting on the sofa over there, watching TV.

Rebecca saw them, though, and she didn’t have a problem figuring out what was going on. Walking into the room, she glanced at them and immediately detoured over to the pair. She had a few very quiet, and emphatic, words with them. The licentious pair separated, leaving in different directions. 

Turning away, Rebecca found her father sitting on the overstuffed sofa and watching the show on the big widescreen. She made her way to the couch and spoke casually with him until she was quite certain her father hadn’t seen anything. When she’d sat down, for instance, Daddy seemed to have been resting his eyes behind his eyelids instead of watching the TV, so he couldn’t have seen her daughter and brother-in-law being naughty.

When she left to put on some coffee and probably engage in still another sisterly chat with Candy, Grandpa Jack examined possible interpretations for what he’d just seen. For instance, if ‘Candace’ had caught a grown man fondling one of her daughters a couple of years ago, she’d have blown up on the spot. The man she’d caught taking liberties would have been extremely lucky to get out of range before he got shot. 

Grandpa Jack’s daughter hadn’t done that. He considered that it was possible Rebecca—Becky—kept things low key because she hadn’t wanted to air her family’s dirty laundry in front of her father ... but that didn’t feel right to Grandpa Jack. It didn’t feel right at all. When she was growing up, not making a scene to save someone a little embarrassment hadn’t been one of her priorities. Grandpa Jack doubted she’d changed all that much over the years.

And … Becky hadn’t reacted as if she was that upset about what was going on, just that something was going on she didn’t want outsiders to see. Her first reaction had been to shoot a glance all around to see if anyone was around—she hadn’t seen her father, but that was beside the point. She hadn’t seemed furious at what a grown man was doing to/with her young daughter—it’d been concern that someone might see them.

Also, Judy hadn’t seemed disconcerted by being found out. If anything she was just a little ticked at having been interrupted. The thirteen-year-old slipped casually around Becky when the scolding was over. In fact, it was more than that—Judy had positively strutted out of the TV room into the kitchen for a snack.

Thirty-one-year-old Travis hadn’t seemed terribly repentant either—not about what he’d been doing with Judy anyway—but he was distinctly unhappy at having been caught. His head was hung low for a long while and he nodded his head a number of times to acknowledge points the young girl’s mother was making. When Travis left the room, he seemed to be a man resolving to remember he wasn’t supposed to be doing some things he normally could in this house. 

These were curious things, but there was never a chance for Grandpa Jack to talk with Brett or Candy. If they’d had a chance to chat, they would have been able to share what they’d seen; they’d have reinforced each other’s suspicions and they could have come up with a theory of what was going on in the McPherson household.

Unfortunately, Grandpa Jack and Brett were never alone for the rest of the afternoon and early evening. The McPhersons kept them too busy … and then they were going out the door enroute to a nearby restaurant.

♀♂♀

Carrie knelt and pushed a pair of low heels under Dwight's bed. She pushed one shoe too hard; it teetered and fell over so she pulled up the coverlet onto the mattress to better see under the bed so she could retrieve the wayward footwear. The black space there was just as dusty as under any other little boy's headboard in America, but at least there were no cobwebs and no critters scuttling away from the sudden light.

At the last moment, just before she got raised her head up, Carrie caught the glint of something shiny under the bed. She took in a deep breath, but it did not seem to be a couple of beady eyes looking back at her, and that was a good sign.

Reaching in, she fished around for a bit, then pulled out a dusty DVD. It had been standing on end, leaning almost perfectly vertical against the wall behind the head of the bed. Carrie's thought someone probably put it where she’d found it deliberately—so it wouldn't be found. Carrie's abrupt silence and her quick, furtive movement to snatch the DVD and rise back up with it alerted her sister that something was happening.

"Someone forgot they hid that under there, huh?" Alicia asked, watching Carrie wipe dust off the DVD.

Carrie shrugged. “Don’t know,” she said shortly.

"What's it say," Alicia asked, referring to the handmade label on the front of the jewel case. She came and sat on Dwight's lower bunk beside Carrie. She already had the upper bunk made up and ready to sleep on.

"Just 'Dwight and Faye' and the number '3', Carrie replied. "What's that all about, huh?" She looked around the small bedroom. Dwight had an old DVD player sitting on his bureau. She glanced at Alicia, who just nodded, her eyes lit by an excited glow. Alicia liked mysteries ... and solving them.

Alicia closed the door so they wouldn't be disturbed; Carrie busied herself turning on the power on both the TV and player. She inserted the DVD and touched the play button. They sat on the edge of the lower bunk and looked expectantly at the TV.

The screen stayed dark an uncomfortably long time, but eventually a point of light grew and expanded to a view of a bathtub, and the two toddlers who occupied it. The twins recognized Dwight and his little sister, Faye. All they had here was two little tykes taking a bath together.

The twins' posture relaxed, they straightened up from watching closely. Just another family, 'Awwwww, aren't they cute?' kind of thing. They'd seen a DVD of themselves at three that looked remarkably like this one.

"Hey, big guy ... whatcha doing there?" It was Aunt Rebecca's bantering voice. She sounded cheerful and maybe a little proud of her 'big guy' in the tub.

"Playin' wit' Faye’s ‘ussy," young Dwight answered without looking up at the camera.

The twins' attention was captured again. Sharing an excited glance, the sisters sat down again. Looking closer, they could see Dwight's hands were under water, between his sister's chubby thighs. The boy was looking intently at what he was doing.

"What are you playing with?" Rebecca asked, apparently to confirm what Dwight had already said.

"Her pussy...!" young Dwight replied matter-of-factly. This time, the word was pronounced as clear as it could be.

Alicia and Carrie’s eyes widened excitedly. Carrie instinctively turned the volume down. Alicia danced quickly back to the door and locked it.

"Faye, you like what your big brother is doin'?" Rebecca asked in an amused tone on the DVD.

Faye looked into the lens and nodded, smiling broadly.

"Why don't you guys stand up so we can see you playing…," Aunt Rebecca suggested slyly.

The toddlers did as their mother asked. Dwight had to let go of Faye's pussy while they rose, but his fingers went right back to Faye's tiny slit once they were standing erect.

Faye giggled a little, wiggling her plump little buttocks and hips when Dwight rubbed a particularly sensitive spot. She backed away when the sensations grew too intense. She laughed and came back for more ... then away again.

"Faye?" Aunt Rebecca asked, to get the little girl's attention. The young Faye looked directly into the camera. "You know what I think you should do? I want to see you suck your big brother's prick, okay?"

Faye nodded and plopped down in the water on her knees in front of her brother. She got down on all fours, leaned forward and opened her mouth wide to capture Dwight's little sausage of a penis in her mouth. Dwight was thoroughly delighted and grinned up at the camera.

"Oh ... my ... God!!" Alicia breathed. She stood, dropped her shorts and panties and kicked them away. Her fingers were rubbing her clit in no time. Carrie wasn't even a second behind.

"That's so pretty!" Aunt Rebecca exclaimed on the DVD. "Pretty girl....” The girl’s mother cheered her toddler daughter on to suck her brother harder, to use her tongue, to bob her head—it was a pretty thorough schooling.

Eventually, the little girl let Dwight's little prick fall from her mouth and started playing to the camera. Instead of letting her brother’s diminutive penis slide in and out of her lips, she started smiling a silly little grin and rocking her head from side to side.

Dwight wasn't at all pleased. He stood silent for a moment, then his face began to cloud up.

"Dwight?" Rebecca asked.

"Want Mommy to suck you?"

Dwight's expression instantly cleared up and he nodded vigorously.

The camera trembled as a younger version of Aunt Rebecca made her way past it and came into view of the camera. As naked as her two children, Rebecca got into the tub between the two toddlers, sitting cross-legged so she could sit facing out the side of the tub. She grinned wantonly at the camera.

The two toddlers put their hands all over Rebecca's breasts, deftly twirling her nipples and playing happily with their mother's soft breast flesh. The two children dropped to their knees in the water and each sucked a nipple into their mouth while Rebecca smiled beatifically at the camera.

"Having a good time, honey?"

The twins gasped, though it shouldn't have been a surprise. Uncle Kirby, had a distinctive baritone voice ... and if Aunt Rebecca was being this brazen, surely Uncle Kirby was in the picture, so to speak.

Aunt Rebecca nodded brightly, caressing the two toddlers' little butts. Her fingers slid smoothly underneath their crotches to fondle Dwight's little link sausage of a penis and Faye's plump slit. The kids wriggled their hips to show their appreciation.

"Let's both of us suck Dwight's penis, okay, Faye?" Rebecca prompted.

Faye crawled over her mother's lap and sat on her mom's left thigh. The little girl took Dwight's small dick in both hands and pulled her brother close enough to put his penis in her mouth. Judging from the way her cheeks hollowed out, she was enthusiastically sucking Dwight's penis.

"My turn....” Rebecca sang out. Faye leaned away and Rebecca bent over to let Dwight guide his penis into his mother's mouth. Rebecca began bobbing her head in tiny increments. She was liberally slathering his cock with what were clearly very satisfying strokes for the little boy.

The sound of someone moving down the hallway sent the twins scrambling. Carrie stopped the player, cutting off both sound and video; Alicia trotted to the door and put her back against it to make sure no one could come in, lock or no lock until Carrie had the DVD secured under a pillow. 

Whoever it was padded slowly past the bedroom’s door, pausing for only a brief moment right at the doorway; but then the person out there just walked on by. There was no sign he or she out there had heard the DVD playing in the bedroom. The two girls looked at each other, wide-eyed and thoroughly aroused. They bent their heads together.

“We just screwed up,” Carrie whispered. Her sister stared at her. 

“Huh?”

“We shoulda just kept on watching the video with the sound turned up, and dragged whoever that was in here with us so we could start fucking and sucking right now!”

“You’re think?” Alicia asked. “But what if things have changed since they made the movie?”

Carrie threw a disbelieving look at her twin sister. “You mean like us … changing our minds about screwing Dad and Old Jim and all o’ them at the campground? Like that?

Alicia was properly chagrined. An embarrassed expression washed over her face. “Yeah, the way things happen is it just keeps getting better, huh? Darn, why didn’t you say something before whoever it was left? We could a’ been doing something right now!” In another minute she’d be pouting.

"Well … we didn’t bring a way-back machine with us and we can’t go back and change it,” Carrie replied. 

“But … we are not going to waste more days and days not doing anything with Aunt Rebecca and Uncle Kirby, and ... everyone else, right?" Alicia said fiercely. "Not like at Aunt Joanne's."

Carrie nodded. "Right!" A small frown came over her face. "So what do we do now? Grandpa Jack, and Mom and Dad, and Uncle Kirby and Aunt Rebecca are all gone to dinner."

Alicia came to a quick decision. "We'll do what we do best, sister dear," Alicia remarked. "Find some boys and girls ... and start havin’ fun, fun, and more fun!!"

"All right!" Carrie agreed happily. She was ready for action too. "Mom and Dad ... and Grandpa Jack ... are going to be soooo jealous," she concluded.

♀♂♀

It took less than fifteen minutes in the bathroom to freshen up, and prepare their bodies for whatever sex presented itself. The twins strolled down the hall, naked and looking for company. They were carrying the dildos they'd sneaked into the house for a little late night relief. Now the dildos were toys that might be useful to fill in time when they weren’t fucking in the party they fully expected to find somewhere in the house. If necessary, they had more, and better, toys and equipment out in the bus’ hidden-storage lockers.

They stopped at the first door they came to; it was where Dwight and Bryan should have been. When they knocked, there was no answer—not even the faintest rustle of movement behind the door. The twins pushed open the door to find an empty room—not even any lights on. No luck.

A few yards down the hallway was Bobbi Jo's room. No one was there either. Two strikes.

There wasn't anyone home in Judy’s or young Faye's rooms either. Strikes three and four….

"Well, that sucks!" Carrie observed. "All set for a nice fuck party and no one to do! Where the heck is everyone?"

Alicia shrugged. “I don’t’ know, but now we know for sure that they’re all up to something … and they’re all together somewhere. It ain’t natural for ever’one to disappear when they have company.”

They went back to their temporary bedroom for Alicia's cell phone, then padded down the stairs, careful to stay away from the windows. When they looked closely though, the windows were well covered with fitted blinds and blackout curtains too. Vision into the house was blocked completely … which was one more clue they hadn’t noticed when they first arrived—should a’ been a clue.

There was no one was downstairs either. The living room was empty, the master bedroom and TV room were dark; the kitchen was too. The linoleum floor was refreshingly cool on the soles of their bare feet.

They stood there uncertainly for a moment, with no idea what to do next. Alicia noticed something from the corner of her eye—lights were on above the detached garage. She cut the overheads she and Carrie’d just turned on in the kitchen to see better. With the kitchen darkened again, the glow through the curtains up there was unmistakable.

"There!" Alicia said excitedly. "Where ... Travis lives!" she said, pointing at the window.

Carrie looked out the window dubiously. She saw the faint light, but that didn’t mean anyone was really up there … then a shadow moved across the horizontal bar of light. Unless it was a ghost, there was someone up there.

"Grandpa Jack's ‘bus’??" Alicia suggested. The cameras, surveillance equipment and computers in there would be perfect for a surreptitious reconnaissance.

"Can anybody see us?" Carrie asked uncertainly. She lifted a blind, looking down the driveway toward the street and wondering if they'd be okay. She didn't mind being seen naked ... in fact, she liked it ... but she didn't want to bring down the cops on them.

"It's really dark out there—and there's a shadow that goes from the roof all the way over Grandpa Jack's ‘bus’," Alicia decided. "And the ‘bus’ has our fingerprints ... we can open it really fast....”

"You just want to be naked outside where people can see you," Carrie accused her sister.

Alicia snorted. "And you don't?"

She turned and opened the outside door, knowing Carrie would be right behind her. For a moment, the two girls stood in the soft summer night letting the breeze caress their bare skin, waiting for their eyes to adjust. Even this was deliciously naughty. The exhibitionistic girls loved it.

They looked to the right, down the side of the house. But they couldn't even see the front sidewalk from where they were, so they knew they couldn't be seen either, and the ‘bus’ door really was deep in the shadows. A passing automobile wouldn't even have a whole second to find and recognize the girls as being naked, not that there were any cars passing by.

Confidently, the twins ambled to the locked motor home's and Alicia touched her thumb to the pad that was the door lock. They were inside as quickly as they had anticipated, and began powering up the main computer console. The first thing they did when the computer came up from standby mode was to dial up the window polarization to full block. Now no one could see the girls in the ‘bus’ even if they were standing at one of the windows doing naked jumping jacks.

"Sooooo," Alicia murmured to herself and her sister, "let's see what we got here....” She selected the passenger-side top front camera and worked the joystick around to look at all the windows up in Travis' apartment.

"THERE!" Carrie cried, pointing at the right-most window. Someone had made a mistake; the blinds weren't completely down on the windowsill. There was a thin, horizontal ribbon of light shining through.

Alicia narrowed the focus of the camera, zooming in rapidly. The little strip of light wasn't much when viewed from a distance. Someone just looking from the ground up at the building wouldn't have been able to discern anything ... but the HD camera's height above the ground and its ability to zoom in made all things possible. Alicia’s fingers left the joystick. She used the keyboard to order the camera to move back and forth in very tiny increments, resulting in a camera view much like a peeping tom would have had. It was like the girls were peeking inside Travis’ apartment from only a few inches outside from the window.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," the twins sighed with satisfaction. Bodies were moving back and forth up there in the apartment above the garage ... naked bodies ... naked young bodies ... and one hard-bodied older male.

"So what's the plan?" Carrie asked while Alicia shut the system down.

"Go up and join them," Alicia replied promptly.

"Just like that, no ... no nothin'?"

"Sister, dear," Alicia said, "they’re fuckin’ … we want to fuck with them and they’re going to want to fuck us.  Why make it complicated? I really don’t think they’re going to get snooty and tell us we can’t play too…."

"Good point," like Grandpa Jack says," Carrie commented. "Okay, let's do it!"

The twins made their way into the garage through the side door. The kids up there had left it unlocked ... a mistake the twins didn't make. They latched it securely.

Once in the garage, they found the interior stairs easily. There was actually a lot of light leaking around the partially closed door up a steep staircase that illuminated the interior of the garage well enough for the twins to navigate through the obstacle course of lawn mowers, sports gear, and other debris. The stairs were solid; they didn't creak at all as Alicia and Carrie mounted them.

No one noticed them when they pushed open the door leading into the apartment ... not at first. They were too busy. The twins could see Travis' bare backside, the muscles in his butt cheeks clinching and relaxing in a quick rhythm as he fucked a naked fourteen-year-old Bobbi Jo stretched out on the dining room table. The big-breasted girl was moaning pathetically as Travis pounded his cock into her.

Twelve-year-old Bryan was on the carpet just a couple of yards from the door taking his nine-year-old sister, Faye, doggy style. He was fucking her cunt strong and hard, clearly pleasing the younger girl immensely. Ten-year-old Dwight was pumping his dick into thirteen-year-old Judy’s cunt in the missionary position on a small couch against the outer wall.

Judy, in fact, was the first to notice them. Her head was rolling from side to side in passionate excitement. When she opened her eyes, she caught sight of the two naked girls standing in the doorway with sly grins on their faces. Judy’s eyes grew big in a suddenly ashen face. She froze.

Then the fact that Alicia and Carrie were nude sank in. Judy smiled mischievously. She stifled a grunt as a little orgasm washed over her. She opened her eyes and smiled again. The thirteen-year-old girl glanced around at the unwary room full of incestuous partiers. She grinned mischievously. 

"HI CARRIE!" Judy called out at the top of her lungs. "HI, 'LICIA!”

If she’d tazed everyone in the little bacchanal at once, shooting thousands of volts of electricity into their naked bodies, the partiers couldn't have convulsed any more violently, or any more simultaneously.

Travis whipped his cock out of Bobbi Jo so fast the girl shrieked. It couldn't have been comfortable, and Bryan did the same thing with Faye ... she wailed a protest at the sudden emptiness in her cunt. Judy, though, kept Dwight inside her cunt by locking her ankles in the small of his back. He couldn't have gotten away if his life depended on it.

"Oh God!" Travis said thickly. His sick expression said he just knew he was ass deep in alligators at feeding time. He was the only adult in the group. They others would be disciplined and made unhappy. He was fated for confinement in that special wing of the state prison, and he was never, never ever, coming home.

Carrie and Alicia giggled and stepped inside. Carrie closed and locked the door tightly behind her. Alicia trotted across the room to tug the betraying venetian blinds down all the way to the windowsill.

The naked twelve-year-old twins settled their hands on their hips and spread their feet wide. They liked everyone staring at them. The beautiful cones of their cupcake-sized breasts captured the eyes of all the boys. Just for fun, the twins did a little undulation just to call attention to their slender hips and long legs too.

Alicia and Carrie stared at the six incestuous fuckers. They loved having the upper hand, and they sure had it here.

It was Judy who spoiled the effect. She blew a loud raspberry into the dead silence. "They're naked, guys!" she said disgustedly. "Whatta ya think—they're here to bust us or something?!!"

The room full of kids stared a moment longer, then shot a few fleeting looks at each other. They relaxed.

Travis' knees threatened to collapse, even though it’d just been pointed out the twins couldn’t have any evil intent. The thirty-one-year-old man slumped down into a dining room chair. "Jesus!" he breathed in sudden relief.

The twins found seats on the carpet … Carrie sat near Bryan and Faye, Alicia closer to Travis. They made no attempt to cover themselves up. Their privates were on display, and they were smiling broadly.

Carrie smiled at everyone around the quiet room. "SO!" she said with completely unnecessary force.

It made everyone jump.

"Havin' a little family suck and fuck, eh?” Carrie continued with a ferocious glare. “...And you didn't even think to invite 'Licia and me, huh?" Carrie continued. indignantly "Don't you like fucking hot cousins?"

Silence.

"We didn't know you would ... do things with us," little Faye said carefully. She smiled tentatively when Carrie turned to face her.

"We saw you, when you were a naughty little toddler....” Carrie told the baby of the family.

Faye was confused. Her eyes flicked to the door, then to the window with the faulty venetian blind.

"No…," Carrie said, “...I mean on the DVD up in Dwight's room ... we found a movie DVD under Dwight's bed," she explained.

"With me in it?" Faye asked interestedly.

"Uh-huh ... you and Dwight in the bathtub when you were just about ... maybe three or four."

"Bath!! I got dibs on the bathroom!!!" Judy squealed suddenly. She rolled off the sofa and trotted to the bathroom door. A second later, everyone heard a shower running.

Across the room, Dwight's face had turned ashen. He knew what DVD they were talking about, though he'd forgotten all about it until that moment.

"DWIGHT!!!" Bobbi Jo said in a scolding tone. "You just wait 'til Mom and Dad get home! You were supposed to make sure there wasn't anything left out where someone could find it!!"

"It was way up under the headboard," Carrie explained reasonably. "It was so dusty, we could tell it had been there a long time," she added. She leaned back against the unoccupied easy chair and stretched her long legs out in front of her. Drawing her knees up halfway, she let them flop to the side, spreading her pussy lips for all to see. It drew everyone's attention. When she inserted the dildo she'd brought a careful two inches inside, the whole room sighed.

"He was still supposed....” Bobbi Jo wasn't in a mood to let it go.

"It was from last Christmas ... I mean I was watchin' it last Christmas Eve," Dwight explained. "I had to hide it real fast when Terrance came over and ... I guess I forgot about it."

"You STILL—"

"I think you could cut your brother a little slack, Bobbi Jo,” Travis interjected. You, young lady … and all of us too … were supposed to take a break from screwing while your grandpa and your aunt's family were here … instead of you showing up at my door all naked and horny like you did thirty minutes ago."

It silenced Bobbi Jo instantly. She had the good grace to look guilty.

"So ... everybody makes mistakes," Alicia contributed. "And … you all should really make sure all the doors are locked and the window shades pulled down and stuff like that, you know. Nex' time it might not be lil' ol' me and Carrie," she said, waggling a reproving forefinger at them.

"That's totally correct," Travis said. "And I should be double-checking too," he added. He looked around the small efficiency apartment. "We absolutely will do all those things next time, right kids?" Everyone nodded.

Thirteen-year-old Judy opened the bathroom door, letting out a cloud of steamy hot air. "Your turn, Dwight," she said casually. Glad to escape further criticism, Dwight moved quick. He was through past his sister and through the doorway before anyone could say anything.

"All fresh and ready for more playin'?" Alicia asked.

"Oh, yeaaaaaaaaaaah," Judy drawled. She grinned. "All douched and squeaky clean and all that…."

"My kind of girl," Alicia said appreciatively.

"Uncle Travis," Bobbi Jo said plaintively, waving her hands anxiously to get Travis' attention. When he looked around at her, she added, "You kinda left me....”

"He did do that, didn't he?" Alicia quipped.

The kids all chuckled.

"You really like to fuck ... all spread out over the table like that?" Alicia asked the fourteen-year-old girl interestedly. "Isn't it kinda hard on your back and your butt?"

Bobbi Jo stared at her brazen cousin, not quite sure what to do about her younger cousin. "Uh ... yeah ... but when I lay down on it, I'm on exactly the right level for Uncle Trav to fuck me really, really deep," she said in a satisfied voice.

"Yeah ... yeah …I can see that," Alicia replied, nodding. She giggled. "Yeah, it does make everything match up just right, doesn't it? One time me and Carrie were camping with Grandpa Jack and we did it on a picnic table, but we had a cushion—well, no we really didn't, did we, Carrie? It was just on that red and white checkered tablecloth, huh?"

"Grandpa Jack knows you fucked on a picnic table?" Judy asked interestedly.

"It was Grandpa Jack doin' the fuckin'!" Carrie corrected with a grin. The room stilled again.

"Your grandpa had sex with you?" Travis asked quietly.

"And still does!" Carrie answered. "He's one heck of a fuck, I'm here to tell ya," she continued. "He's got a big cock, but he can keep it from getting too big until he's inside ya and then when he pumps it in and outta ya, it stretches your you-know-what naturally," she boasted.

"Do your parents know...?" Judy asked.

"Oh sure," Alicia answered. "Heck, Mom's biggest kick is to get it on with Grandpa while we watch," she said.

"Cool...," Bryan breathed. "Does your mom...?" He gestured toward his own body and then toward his closest brother.

"Make it with guys your age…? Oh, yeah!" Carrie replied with a smile. Mom was a hit with all the boys with her serene, pretty face, big breasts and shapely legs—especially her big breasts….

"And grownup guys too ... like Uncle Grady and Uncle Kirby ... or Travis," Alicia added with a wide grin.

It took a moment.

"Aunt JOANNE'S Uncle Grady? I mean Aunt Joanne's husband?" Bobbi Jo said disbelievingly. “They’re like us? I mean like us kids and our Mom and Dad doing each other all the time…?”

"Uh-huh," Alicia said, "Aunt Joanne's whole family does it now ... and we're hoping they'll move down where we live....”

Alicia got to her feet, winding her body about like an uncoiling spring. When she finished, she was facing Travis with her hands perched on her naked hips. She smiled impudently into his eyes as she stepped up to him.

"Come along, sugar," she said in a seductive voice, taking his hand in one of hers. She gestured with the smartphone in her hand. "I need to send a text, then I'll help you finish up fucking Bobbi Jo and then, ‘Uncle’ Trav, I'm gonna need several inches of your big ol' cock stuffed up my cunt too," she told him.

Travis had been hardening since the twins had opened the subject of their grandfather fucking them on a picnic table. His penis snapped into full erection at Alicia’s lewd suggestions.

Alicia spied something on an end table. "Trav, honey, do you have a problem with nasty girls and rude fingers and...?"

Travis figured it out when she pointed at the two latex gloves lying there. "Ya sure you know...?" he asked cautiously.

"Trust me," Alicia replied convincingly. “…Done it a zillion times!” Her thumbs were a blur as she tapped a message into her smartphone. 

Travis nodded reluctantly. He wasn’t entirely convinced, but he rummaged in a drawer and set out a squeeze bottle of lube onto the table.

"I'll be gentle," Alicia promised, grinning as she finished the text and sent it. She put her smartphone on the counter in Travis’ tiny kitchen.

Moments later, Travis had his cock driving steadily back into the suffering teenage girl lying on the table. Bobbi Jo badly needed him to finish her off. The fourteen-year-old girl’s big breasts were bouncing madly on her chest with each slamming thrust of her uncle’s cock. Travis had one of her fine-boned ankles in each hand and holding them high in the air, using them to spread his niece’s shapely thighs wide so his dick had unfettered access to her steaming cunt.

Alicia opened one latex glove, inserted the fingers of her left hand and pulled the latex down snugly, then coated her middle finger with some slick lubricant. Plastering her body against Travis's right hip, Alicia rubbed her pussy against his thigh and raked her sharp-pointed nipples across his muscular back and side.

When Travis and Bobbi Jo got a hard tempo going, Alicia deftly inserted a glove-covered middle finger into Travis' rectum and moved it around, finding his prostate gland in seconds. She massaged the organ gently, but firmly. In a few seconds, Travis spewed huge gobs of scalding white cum into Bobbi Jo's vagina.

That pushed Bobbi Jo over the top and she screamed her way through a series of orgasms that fired one right after the other. Every time she thought she was finished, Travis triggered another one with an incautious movement, which in turn, was occasionally brought about by something Alicia did with her 'rude' middle finger.

"What d'you wanta do with me?" Faye asked, almost plaintively, tearing her eyes off the trio around the kitchen table. The nine-year-old was rubbing madly at her pussy and clearly needed some quick relief.

Dwight came out of the bathroom still using a towel to dry off.

"Don't bother dryin' off, honey," Carrie said. "You’re just gonna get wet all over again," she advised the ten-year-old. She tapped a front tooth with the fingernail on her right forefinger. "How 'bout this? Bryan ... is it okay if you start fucking Judy since Travis is done now?

They nodded. It was, in fact, their ‘turn' to have sex with each other, but Carrie didn't know they were that well organized.

"An' then ... would it be okay if a girl eats your cute little pussy, Faye?" Carrie asked.

The nine-year-old nodded happily. "Sure … we do that,” Faye answered. “I really like it when people lick me," she confided.

"Cool," Carrie said. "And that leaves you, sugar," she said to Dwight. "Would you mind fucking your hottie cousin up the ass with that beautiful cock of yours?" She turned and wiggled her butt cheeks at the young boy.

Dwight stared, hardly daring to believe he'd heard right. He turned, rushed to the kitchen and appropriated the bottle of lube off the counter and came racing back.

"We had an enema just a little while ago, right after we found the video," Carrie explained to an interested Faye, "so I'm all clean and everything."

She dropped her voice two octaves. "And I'm really, REALLY ready for a good butt-fuckin' " she confided to Faye, her eyes twinkling.

The little girl giggled at Carrie. Faye just loved her cousins.

In a few more minutes, Carrie's butt hole was thoroughly lubricated and her anus nicely dilated. If Dwight had a bigger cock, she would have liked a little longer warm up period ... and maybe the use of successively fatter butt plugs to open her anus up a little more, but the ten-year-old boy's penis was just the right size to be able to avoid all that.

In a little while, Dwight's young ball sack was smacking against Carrie's groin while she groaned into Faye's spread pussy lips. Travis' nuts filled quickly with more cum to spray a gusher inside Alicia. She’d replaced Bobbi Jo on the kitchen table.

Bobbi Jo was still there too, balancing on the precariously overloaded table, squatting over Alicia's mouth while Alicia sucked Travis' cum out of the teenager.

And then they all found new partners and different positions; they started all over again.

♀♂♀

Candy's smartphone buzzed—a signal that a text message had arrived. Frowning, she took the phone out of her skirt pocket … she wasn't carrying a purse here in the restaurant. Grandpa Jack had made it clear he was going to take care of the bill, since it had been his craving for some good barbeque that generated the trip to this out-of-the-way place in the first place. It was an 'adults only' adventure trip, but only because the kids thought barbeque was sooooooo retro—it was a thing of the 90's for Pete’s sake. The kids were fine with being left in Travis’ care, who didn't like barbeque himself. It was his loss, in Grandpa Jack’s opinion.

And now Candy's cell phone was vibrating and humming all over itself. She frowned. The twins wouldn't normally text her after just saying goodnight an hour ago. She tapped the view key.

It was from Alicia, which was better than one from Carrie. Alicia knew her mother didn't know the latest texting slang and made allowances.

'Mom! found DVD with Dwite+Fay+AuntBecky playing hard.
whole family plays, Trav 2
C & me playin hard with kids+Trav in Trav apartment just like the last nite at Ant Joanne's
Hurry!!!'

For a wonder, it was perfectly decipherable, and Candy's cunt was suddenly awash with hot juices. She shifted in her seat.

'Playing hard' was a phrase Old Jim Velasquez had added to the campground society's vocabulary to describe kids fucking other kids or adults. So the first part of the message meant some DVD had been laying around, and it contained a video with Dwight, Faye, AND their mother, having sex. VERY cool!

Candy swallowed hard.

'Whole family plays…' meant her sister Rebecca’s whole family, plus her brother-in-law, were involved in family sex. Candy's quim began generating cunt juices quickly anyway; all this new information about her sister’s family had Candy dribbling little drops of cunt honey between two heartbeats. A deep, scorchingly hot anticipation building rapidly inside her belly.

The last night at her sister’s home had been a no-holds-barred orgy that lasted until everyone was too tired to fuck or suck anymore. That meant her twin daughters were going at it hot and heavy with Becky’s kids, and Travis, already. The meaning of 'hurry' was obvious.

Candy typed, "Hurrying!" and sent the message, knowing nothing else was needed. 

The aroused woman looked around, grinning so wide she thought her face would split. Looking beyond the table where they sat, she could see the weeknight had brought a poor night's business to the restaurant. That meant they’d been seated off to themselves in a nice, private corner and there was no one around them. They had a little privacy.

Abruptly, Candy was reminded of Grandpa Jack's account of what had happened at that restaurant at the crossroads where they dropped off the twins for their summer with Grandpa Jack. It hadn't been that long ago. Candy felt the tingling in her cunt begin to mount higher. They couldn’t replicate that afternoon here in this place, but the vicarious memory pushed Candy’s excitement up another notch.

She retrieved Alicia's message and passed her smartphone to her husband. Brett's eyes widened by several orders of magnitude. "Whoa!" he commented. He grinned broadly.

Candy passed her cell to her father, whose reaction was muted. Grandpa Jack was schooled in keeping a poker face in place but he couldn’t keep his eyes from suddenly glittering with a lusty fire. “Well, well, well…,” he remarked.

"Something we should know about?" Kirby, Rebecca's husband asked as lightly as he could. He was a little irritated he and Rebecca were being included ‘out’ in whatever the excitement was all about.

Candy wet her lips. She glanced at her father and then her husband. "Just a cute message from Alicia," she said. "She says they found all your kids up ... playing ... together in Travis’ apartment." 

Candy leaned in so she couldn’t be overheard by the other restaurant patrons. The others at the table followed suit. “Seems like all those brothers and sisters and cousins and brothers-in-law we left back at the house are playing hard—they’re having a hot naked fuck party while we’re sittin’ here being prim and proper,” she told the others.

If Candy hadn't been searching for it, she'd have never noticed Rebecca's eyes squint just the tiniest little bit. Rebecca and Kirby's faces froze at Candy’s words. 

Hah! So they used the term 'play' as a euphemism for family sex, just as the Winstons did. Candy grinned broadly at her sister.

"Did we ever tell you why everyone started calling me 'Candy', by any chance. She asked innocently.

"Uh, no," Rebecca replied a little huskily. She was confused, but ready to shift the conversation away from what the kids were doing back home. It didn’t even occur to her to deny her sister’s allegation. The time for that had passed before it truly arrived.

“In fact,” Rebecca continued. “I was under the impression that you though it was a ... trashy, kinda slutty name," she added.
 
"Ohhhhhh, I DO ... I SOOOOO do!" Candy said slowly, letting a sultry note come into her voice. She giggled girlishly. "It's totally trashy, and very ... very slutty."

Rebecca stared at her sister, surprised and slightly aghast.

Candy plowed on. "I’m a slut, Becky … I am a total slut!" Candy said into the short silence. She glanced at Grandpa Jack and Brett, who were thoroughly enjoying the byplay. "What else would you call a woman who just loves getting fucked by her very own Daddy, hmmmmmm, Becky?" She’d decided her sister’s formal first name needed to be shortened to the nickname.

Becky's mouth gaped. She turned to look at her and Candace's ... Candy, now … father. He only smiled and nodded genially.

" 'Tis true," Grandpa Jack said quietly. "She's slutty as hell ... and her pussy's probably churning like a mixmaster right now," he added.

Disbelievingly, Becky turned back to her sister, trying to absorb it all. Her sister was admitting to....

Kirby was quicker. He’d already absorbed all the implications. Turning in his chair, he called, "WAITRESS!!" He scribbled a finger into his other palm to ask for the check.

They over-tipped their waitress enough that she was positively beaming as they walked out the door with styrofoam take-out boxes in hand. The five family members weren't exactly running, but they weren’t wasting time getting out to Kirby's pickup either. 

When they got there, instead of letting Becky get in alongside her husband in front, Grandpa Jack looked at Kirby and raised his eyebrows in question. When Kirby saw Candy climbing into the front passenger seat, he understood the party was going to start right here and now. With Kirby’s thumbs up gesture, Grandpa Jack guided his daughter, Becky, into the back seat where Brett was already waiting.

Becky giggled like a schoolgirl, getting into the mood. She scooted across the wide bench seat, with her brother-in-law and father on either side of her. She was breathless. Before the courtesy lights went off, Grandpa Jack and Brett could see a flush climbing her cheeks. The pulse was already pounding in her neck.

A minute later, before they actually pulled out of the parking lot, Grandpa Jack remarked in mock exasperation, "Dang it, Kirby ... why do you let her wear panties, huh? Brett hasn’t let Candy wear panties since the afternoon before I fucked her the first time," Grandpa Jack complained.

It was silent for a moment except for Becky's quick moan and her pants. "I won't wear any after tonight, Daddy ... if you fuck me ... like the nasty cum slut daughter I am…," she moaned.

Her father and brother-in-law were already mauling her. Her panties were on the floorboard and her blouse unbuttoned.

"Would now be soon enough for a nasty daddy-fuck?" Grandpa Jack asked.

It was a rhetorical question.

Becky couldn't possibly have answered, what with her daddy's cock already spearing into her cunt and her brother-in-law's cock filling her mouth.

♀♂♀

Becky walked unsteadily up the sidewalk from the front driveway to the main entrance to her home. The front door was open, but the foyer's lights were off, as was the porch light. Which was good, because the disheveled wife and mother of five wouldn't have passed any of her neighbors' inspections.

Her baby daughter, Faye, was waiting for her in the dimness of the entranceway when Becky shakily closed the door. She flicked on the foyer’s overhead lights.

"Hi, Mommy." The naked young girl greeted her mother with a joyful look on her face and a happy note in her voice. Faye took in her mother's appearance.

"How come your blouse isn't buttoned ... and why are you carrying your panties, Mom?" Faye asked interestedly.

"I'm not allowed to wear panties anymore," Becky replied absentmindedly, "...like your Aunt Candy—she’s not allowed, either," she added. A confused look crossed her features ... and, just so you’ll know, your Grandfather and Uncle Brett are really quick at getting a girl's top and bra off," she told the little girl.

"What happened next … after they got your stuff off…?" the little girl asked mischievously. Her hands strayed down below her belly. One was soon holding her slit open while the other stroked her nubbin of a clitoris. 

Mommy’s blouse still undone, Faye’s mother was exposing most of the inner slopes of her big breasts, to good advantage. In fact, Becky hadn't noticed, but the hem of her skirt had gotten tucked up under the skirt's waistband somehow, and the whole of her right leg, ass, and hip were in plain view. Becky'd walked like that all the way from where her husband had dropped her off at the end of the driveway.

Having been included in her parents’ sex games since she was an infant, Faye had a pretty good idea of what came next in her mother's story. She was grinning broadly. She wanted Mommy to say it out loud.

"Well ... you know how big your Daddy's pickup is in the back seat?" Becky asked, not really needing an answer. Her daughter had been there many a time. "Well ... somehow we were still in the parking lot and your Dad was trying to drive ... and all of a sudden, I didn't have my top or my bra on anymore.

"Then your grandfather and Uncle Brett were pulling my panties off ... and then Grandpa Jack was fucking me from behind and your uncle was fucking my mouth ... and I don't know what all happened from then on," she told her young daughter.

"Sounds like fun, Mommy," Faye teased. She was grinning and rubbing her little slit with more enthusiasm.

Becky considered the idea, then smiled contentedly. "It waaaaaaas," she purred.

"Where was Daddy?" Faye asked.

"Aunt Candy was bending over the center console thingy in the front seat, sucking your father's cock while he drove us home," Becky reported. She didn’t say anything for a long moment.

"Where's Daddy now?"

"Well....” Becky wasn't exactly sure. "I think your aunt Candy hopped up on the hood when Daddy pulled the truck all the way in the back ... and your Daddy is eatin' her pussy like it's goin' out of style."

"Isn't that kind of ... weird ... all you grownups fucking and sucking and eatin’ pussy like that, Mom? Shouldn't there be some kids there?"

Becky blinked. She’d never thought of it like that.

When Faye pressed her face into Becky's groin and slurped up some of the fluids leaking out of the mother’s well-fucked pussy, Becky’s post-coital daze began to fade. Things snapped into focus.

"Yep! Kids should always be playing with us. They certainly should!" Becky remarked, answering Faye's question. She bent to kiss the child.

"You got cummy lips, Mom," Faye told her.

Becky licked her lips. "I do, don't I? Your Uncle Brett came in my mouth right when we turned into the driveway. He tastes good, huh?"

"Uh-huh," Faye agreed. "And Grandpa Jack's cum comin' outta your pussy tastes good too!"

"Mmmmm." Becky bent down and dipped a finger in her own pussy, carrying the goop scooped out up to her lips. "Yeah ... and I taste really good too!" she observed. "Wanta go help Mommy take a shower?"

"I just took one...," Faye answered doubtfully.

"I'll let you suck Grandpa Jack's cum out of my pussy...?”

"Okay," Faye said quickly. She took her mother's hand and pulled her up the stairs to the big master bedroom's bathroom.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Bacchanal – A sexual encounter involving many people; extreme sexual indulgence

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS … CHILDREN OF ALL AGES…,” Kirby McPherson bellowed in a booming voice. The roar and the hands cupped about his mouth like a megaphone weren’t at all necessary—no one in the McPherson living room was further than twenty feet or so away from him—but Kirby was playing at being a circus ringmaster and he was going to do what he was going to do!

“Direct your attention, please, to the center ring where the combined Cartwright, Winston, and McPherson performers will break the current world record for semen and cunt syrup to be spilled on the McPherson play room carpet!! Buckets of cum and whole pails of cunt juice, ladies and gentlemen! Gallons—no, barrels of boy and girl cum will be gushing. You’ll see it live and in person, happening right before your very eyes….”

Big breasted and long-legged Candy Winston watched her brother-in-law’s antics with a faintly disbelieving expression on her pretty features. “Any way to get him to stop that?” Candy asked her equally big breasted and curvaceously legged sister. “It’s kinda distractin’, isn’t it?”

“Shoving a tit in his mouth usually shuts him up,” Becky McPherson replied, watching her husband romping around and throwing dramatic gestures in all directions. “That might be a little dangerous puttin’ a boob between his lips, though … what with him doing the herky-jerky all over the living room like that….”

“Yeah…,” Candy agreed reluctantly. “Well … maybe it’s a little quieter from inside the … ah … center ring, you think maybe?”

Becky shrugged. “Couldn’t be any louder!”

“Hmmm,” Candy replied, debating some alternatives. “Maybe if one were busy, one wouldn’t notice…?”

She made her decision. Uncoiling her long legs from beneath her firm buttocks, Candy stood and looked around. Spying her twelve-year-old nephew, Bryan, sitting cross-legged on the carpet and looking at her admiringly, she smiled and crooked her forefinger a couple of times to summon him.

Bryan jumped to his feet and reached her side before Candy took another step. His Aunt Candy was one of his favorite people in the whole world; he took the hand she offered and followed her out to the center of the living room.

“Introducing the players here this afternoon,” Kirby announced, now pantomiming holding a microphone to his lips. “We see the studly hunk–my daughters’ words, not mine—of the older set … thank you for that salute, sir; I hope you regain the use of the other fingers on that hand really soon! Wave to the cameras, Grandpa Jack … wave … okay, sticking out your tongue shows off one of your talents in a remarkably subtle way. Thank you, Grandpa Jack!”

“Moving on, please give a hot fucking and sucking welcome to the beauteous, and totally slutty, Bobbi Jo McPherson! Bobbi Jo!, ladies and gentlemen!”

He paused as if waiting for applause. “Notice Bobbi Jo’s total concentration on what she’s doing with Grandpa Jack, providing her grandfather with one of her wonderful holes for Grandpa Jack to shove his dick inside. I can vouch for the fact that Bobbi Jo’s hot cunt is tighter than tight … and it squeezes down on a fellow like nobody’s business!

“Her boobs are dangling there, folks, like beautiful bunches of grapes waiting to be plucked. Yes … I said plucked … clutched in one’s hands, massaged, kneaded—do them all with our Bobbi Jo’s young breasts! And don’t forget Bobbi Jo’s trim waist, lovely hips and strong legs, ladies and gentlemen! When Bobbi Jo wraps those creamy thighs and curvy calves around your waist, you ain’t a’ gettin’ loose, by God! That’s a fact!”

“Underneath our darling Bobbi Jo, is our sexy young Faye McPherson! Give it up for Faye!!” Kirby upended a can of soda into his mouth. This was dry work, being a ringmaster….

“As you may know, folks, nine-year-old Faye has won the hot legs contest three years running in the elementary school division and recently swept the field in state-wide competition held in our very own kitchen!”

“Hey!” Carrie Winston complained.

“In her age-group … the ‘under ten’ classification,” Kirby said soothingly. He eyed Carrie’s slender, shapely legs and well-turned ankles. “There should probably be another contest … relatively soon,” he remarked. “I shall be glad to officiate … hands on!” he offered. 

Carrie grinned and spread her creamy thighs. “I only do total package competitions, Uncle Kirby … total package!”

“Deal!” her uncle shot back. Carrie playfully stuck out her tongue at him and smiled seductively. 

“Well … back to our center ring…,” Kirby said, returning to his big top banter, “…you’ll notice the lovely Faye and her big sister are in the classic sixty-nine position with Faye’s delectable lips nuzzling her sister’s pussy right where Grandpa Jack is pumping his cock in and out of Bobbi Jo’s pussy! Both pussies, I might add are bald … they are totally hairless, ladies and gentlemen … courtesy of the Acme Home Laser kit for complete depilatory in the peri-vaginal and peri-anal areas! See the Acme Home Sexual Care website for details on how you too can zap all those pesky pussy and asshole hairs into permanent … oblivion!”

“And Daddies’ crotch hairs? And dick hair?” Becky McPherson yelled.

“And Daddy’s crotch hairs and dick hair…,” Kirby muttered unhappily. “Even if it is really scary holding that thing close to the family jewels!”

Becky snorted expressively … and quite loudly. “Wuss!” she said accusingly.

Kirby sniffed dramatically. “Returning to the action, folks … note that our hot nine-year-old sex kitten is aiding her sister and her grandfather, at the same time, to get a pair of hard cums by licking her sister right where Grandpa Jack’s cock is sliding in and out of our beauteous Bobbi Jo’s pussy.

“You can just imagine the electricity being generated in Bobbi Jo’s young cunt by her sister’s lapping tongue and her grandfather’s thrusting. And … yes! There it is! Every once in a while, young Faye is treated to Grandpa Jack’s fine cock all by itself as he pulls it out of Bobbi Jo’s heated sleeve and slides it into Faye’s mouth. Isn’t that a wonderful sight, ladies and gentlemen—our little Faye sucking her sister’s juices off Grandpa Jack’s penis while she rubs Bobbi Jo’s clitty with her fingers!! And she’s rubbing Bobbi Jo’s cunt honey … and I think I see some pre-cum from her grandfather’s dick—Faye is rubbing them both all over her pretty young breasts with the other hand! What dexterity! What a show of versatility! Give Faye a big hand, ladies and gentlemen! Faye!!!” 

Kirby sucked down another gulp of soda from the can.

 “As you can see…,” he said, continuing his ersatz comedy routine “…our beauteous young Bobbi Jo is rubbing Faye’s clitty even while Grandpa Jack is fucking her from behind … AND, she’s sucking her brother Dwight’s cock at the same time!! And you can see how great a job she’s doing by watching our young Mr. Dwight; that expression on his face isn’t excruciating pain, ladies and gentlemen, it’s sheer ecstasy! Having had my dick in Bobbi Jo’s lovely mouth myself, I can tell you it’s like shoving your private parts into a vacuum cleaner—a veritable vacuum cleaner, yes sir. My daughter can suck golf balls through a garden hose, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s give the flexible … and very busy Bobbi Jo another cheer!! Yeaaaaaaaaa, Bobbi Jo!!”

“But our Dwight isn’t just sitting on his ass in the middle of our living room—he’s also licking his cousin Alicia’s fine young pussy while she stands over him! It’s a fine balancing act, ladies and gentlemen—if Alicia leans over just a little too far, she’ll bump her nose on the back of Bobbi Jo’s head as Bobbi Jo sucks Dwight’s cock. A great balancing act, folks—and you can only see it right here in the McPherson living room during this … exclusive engagement presented with the cooperation of the Cartwright/Winston traveling sex extravaganza. This’s an incredible two-week gig, ladies and gentlemen—for tickets see the Ringmaster after the show and … please have all your allowance money in hand when you do!!

“Thank you … thank you very much…,” he remarked to the chorus of derisive raspberries he got in reply. 

“We have Grandpa Jack fucking Bobbi Jo,” he continued, “Bobbi Jo is servicing her little sister Faye and her brother Dwight … Dwight is lapping his girl-cousin, Alicia’s pussy, and further along the chain of performers, ladies and gentlemen is my brother … the hunky—my daughter’s words again … confirmed by women all around—the hard-fucking—the pussy-licking-est brother-in-law my wife has ever seen … my brother Travis is fucking Alicia’s ass!!”

“Let’s put our hands together for Travis, ladies and gents—TRAVIS MCPHERSON!!”

“You can see Travis is doing yeomen’s work, shoving his cock into twelve-year-old Alicia’s butthole like he is. That isn’t agony on Alicia’s face, folks, it’s pure pleasure—the result of careful lubrication, the application of a pre-assfucking buttplug, and firm thrusting from her … from her cousin’s uncle.” Kirby paused, looking up threw his eyebrows. “We’re not certain that makes our Travis anything more than a casual acquaintance instead of a relative, ladies and gentlemen, but that doesn’t matter to our long-legged, tea-cup breasted, cute blond-haired ALICIA!!”

“And, if I may say so,” Kirby added, “that ass Travis is bumping there is one really… lovely … gorgeously firm, rounded little bubble-butt … one fit to be among all the other wonderful bubble-butts here under the big top, by golly!” he said hurriedly. Daughters and mothers and wives’ brows had been clouding up as he seemed to be singling out Alicia for too high a praise.  “WHEW!” he said a loud whisper. “I almost fuddled up there, by golly!!” He pretended to mop a sweaty forehead.

“As you can see…,” the irrepressible Kirby continued, “our Alicia is also working hard to keep her mother happy too. The warm, loving, serenely beautiful wanton, Candy, has her left boob in Alicia’s mouth and … would you look at that? … Candy’s nipple is charged a deep ruby red, standing like a soldier at attention way above her aureole like that!! Such a charming thing to behold—a daughter trying to swallow her mother’s boob whole!!”

Kirby watched for a moment. “I’m afraid you’re doomed to failure, Alicia,” he said mournfully. “Your mom’s breast is much too big … and round … and firm … and … and so much like my loving wife’s!” He grinned at Becky across the room.

“Please notice my brother, Travis, is doing double duty too, ladies and gentlemen—as he fucks young Alicia’s asshole, he’s also giving himself up for the continuing education of our younger partiers here today!  Watch my brother closely—check his eyes—because every time my sexy daughter, Judy, shoves her finger further up Travis’ butt, he scrunches up his eyelids and whines like a little girl … I mean, he lets out a manly whimper … I mean he gives out a really masculine sob!!” 

“Never mind, Trav,” Kirby continued. “That naughty finger of Judy’s is strokin’ and smokin’ that prostate like nobody’s business, ain’t it!!??” Say ‘thank you’ to my lovely wife Rebecca Sue for tutoring young Judy, everyone! Especially you, Travis!! And thanks to Judy for not using TWO fingers, huh Travis??

“Down the chain of wildly excited performers, ladies and gentlemen—just to my dear sister-in-law’s side and beyond the very busy Alicia, you can see my son Bryan, keepin’ his Aunt Candy’s cunt and her butt happy. That’s Bryan there with his dick in Aunt Candy’s hand; his cock is all swelled up and hard in his aunt’s warm hand….”

Kirby paused. “Handsome devil, isn’t he? He and Dwight are gonna have their pick of the hotties when it comes time for taking a wife, by golly.  Juuuuuust like their father!!”

More than a couple of people in the room stuck their tongues out and blew some forceful raspberries.

“HAH!!” Kirby retorted, pretending to be indignant. “Where else would Dwight and Bryan get their good looks, you think?” 

There were more raspberries.

“And while I’m on the subject,” Kirby continued, unfazed by the derision the room was giving his patter, “I would like to thank my magnificent father-in-law—I salute you, sir, on behalf of the guys in our family … yea, in families everywhere—for your diligence and dedication in producing such fine, lovely daughters. Hardly ever—nay, I say it is vanishingly rare—for two such delectable specimens of feminine pulchritude to be given to one father. A round of applause if you please, folks!”

Grandpa Jack took a moment to lift a hand in the air and rotate his wrist around like a Roman emperor accepting the accolades of an admiring public. Then he returned to his real task of satisfying his fourteen-year-old granddaughter’s carnal desires.

“And…,” Kirby went on, “…thank you ladies for producing granddaughters for the grandfather who are so like their mothers! Verily, the genes have bred true!! And—”

“Kirby?” his wife Becky interrupted. “Doesn’t that blinking red light mean the tape in that camera is almost out…?” She was pointing at one of the three digital video cameras Kirby had set up around the room to record the action.

“Oh my God!” Kirby yelped. He ran three steps to his right; then ran four back to his left. “Oh my God … what to do? … what to doooooo? Oh my GODDDDDDDDDDD!!”

“KIRBY!” Becky snapped, her patience exhausted.

The circus clown who wanted to be a ringmaster turned and sauntered out of the living room with his head held high. The dignified routine immediately fell apart. Kirby started hurrying—there were scenes of total debauchery he wasn’t recording for posterity and he needed to rectify that … immediately.

He jogged to the study where he had several case boxes of digital tape cassettes; he selected a handful of them and raced back to the living room to load new tape into all the cameras.

♀♂♀

Most people in the room paid scant attention to Kirby’s chatter the whole time he was indulging himself in the farcical performance. They didn’t notice his departure either.

His daughter, Bobbi Jo McPherson, for instance, was too busy panting and groaning with the stress of working her way through some intense sex acts with several people at the same time. First and foremost, she was on hands and knees on the McPherson’s living room carpet while Grandpa Jack plowed his cock into her doggy style.  Him fucking her was almost consuming Bobbi Jo’s whole world.

Two days ago, her grandfather was just an amiable, largely-unknown guy with a twinkle in his eye who came to visit from time to time. Now … Grandpa Jack was a powerful male animal fucking her hard, fast, and deep. Bobbi Jo knew which of those grandfathers she preferred.

She moaned piteously. She threw her head back and groaned complainingly when Grandpa Jack stopped driving his cock into her. She held her body still, unintentionally posing for the onlookers in the family room. Even at just fourteen, it could already be seen the five-feet, four-inch Bobbi Jo was going to inherit her mother’s big breasts and finely sculpted legs. Her shoulder-length brunette locks had been dancing about her head when her grandpa was slamming her cunt from behind, but now they hung down, hiding her pretty face and brown eyes.

She impatiently wriggled her hips and butted back against her grandfather’s groin, but he held himself still. Bobbi Jo whined again; she desperately needed Grandpa Jack’s cock to be rammed in and yanked out of her pussy again. On the other hand, what was happening in her pussy wasn’t bad….

Grandpa Jack stopped fucking young Bobbi Jo for a moment because that was the way they’d set things up a little while ago. What was happening … was Bobbi Jo's nine-year-old sister, Faye lapping Bobbi Jo's hairless pussy lips from where she lay underneath Bobbi Jo. Faye was between her big sister’s thighs in the classic sixty-nine position. In fact, Faye was licking right where Bobbi Jo's outer labia bulged around Grandpa Jack's prick.

Then Grandpa Jack resumed driving his cock into Bobbi Jo’s tight sheath. 

"UNG-UNG-UNG-UNG-UNG-UNG-UNG-UNG-UNG-UNG-UNG-!" Bobbi Jo chanted, in time with Grandpa Jack’s hard thrusts. The fourteen-year-old was panting hard, trying to get air into her overtaxed lungs.

Bobbi Jo got a small respite when Faye took Grandpa Jack’s balls in one hand and held on gently. Grandpa Jack stopped fucking Bobbi Joe again and held himself motionless while nine-year-old Faye took one of his testicles in her mouth and massaged it tenderly with her tongue, slathering it with a mixture of her own saliva and Bobbi Jo’s sweet cunt nectar that was dribbling down onto Faye’s face and into her mouth.
 
When Faye switched balls, Grandpa Jack rumbled deep down in his throat. Faye had been involved with family-style sex since she was a young toddler, and the experience showed. Having his balls exquisitely sucked by the nine-year-old while his cock was held captive in Bobbi Jo’s cunt was an experience he knew he’d remember for ... well, forever.

Faye surrendered her mouthful of grandpa-testicles and licked them free of most of the wetness she’d just deposited on them. For good measure, she lapped at the sensitive bit of flesh between Grandpa Jack’s balls and his asshole for a minute. She’d been messy; her grandfather’s perineum was thoroughly coated with Bobbi Jo’s pussy honey and Faye’s spit.

It was only fair she cleaned up Grandpa … and she’d do it again and again….

Bobbi Jo’s big young breasts hung down below her, bouncing pendulously every time Grandpa rammed his hips forward to drive his cock nice and deep inside her. Grandpa Jack couldn’t see them from where he was … on his knees behind Bobbi Jo’s buttocks … but he could grab on to the luscious handfuls and squeeze them. He could capture his granddaughter’s nipples every so often and pinch them, rolling them gently between thumb and forefinger. Bobbi Jo’s grandfather was giving her fits … and she loved it.

Bobbi Jo was sixty-nining with her sister, Faye, but nine-year-old Faye's body wasn't long enough for the girls to actually align their groins with each others mouths. Faye was only about four-feet and six-inches tall when she was standing up on her bare feet. Instead, of mouthing her baby sister’s bald pussy, Bobbi Jo was leaning on her left hand, while she rubbed furiously at Faye's clit with her right.

"Bobbi Jo!" Faye whined. "Do it right ... there!" she demanded, moving Bobbi Jo's fingers minutely. "Ooooooommmmmmmmmmgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh," Faye groaned. "Soooooo gooooooooooood....”

Little Faye’s long, slender legs were in constant motion, unable to stay at rest under her sister’s assault and the excitement of having sex with her very own grandfather. She was cupping Grandpa’s scrotum in her left hand, just touching it lightly to maintain the nasty contact. With her right hand, Faye was holding one of her small breasts and pinching her hard little BB of a nipple. 

They weren’t big boobs like Bobbi Jo’s—Faye’s were no bigger around than a walnut shell … albeit a really big walnut … but her breasts were every bit as sensitive as Faye’s big sister’s were. After a moment of working her right nipple around between her fingers, Faye changed hands, her right rose to Grandpa Jack’s balls and her other hand palmed her left breast for a sensuous massage and more nipple pinching. 

Faye returned to licking where Grandpa Jack's cock was sliding between her sister’s pussy lips. Faye’s throat worked as she swallowed another load of her sister’s honey. Whenever Grandpa Jack pulled his cock out of Bobbi Jo’s pussy, there was a new stream of Bobbi Jo’s juices for Faye to enjoy.

Grandpa Jack resumed driving his cock into Bobbi Jo's churning cunt, trying for a steady pace while he concentrated on a couple of mundane distractions. He hoped they would help keep him from spraying his cum in Bobbi Jo’s vagina too soon.

Bobbi Jo didn’t need anything to divert her attention. She was being fucked by her grandfather, her sister Faye was lapping at her pussy, and she was sucking her brother, Dwight’s, cock.

If she wasn’t having so much licentious fun, the fourteen-year-old might have complained of being torn in too many directions … but she was, so she didn’t. It was complicated, though. Whenever her fingers stopped moving in Faye’s cunt, Faye squealed a loud complaint, and when ten-year-old Dwight’s fingerling of a prick slid from her mouth, Dwight was unhappy.

After taking a couple of deep breaths, Bobbi Jo stretched her neck out and down bent her head down to take her brother, Dwight's, small penis back into her mouth. She did the best she could to hold contact with his cock while being battered so wonderfully from behind by Faye and Grandpa Jack.

- - -

Young Dwight McPherson was sitting erect on the carpet, his legs between Faye’s slender thighs while Bobbi Jo gave him a blowjob. He had both hands planted firmly on the floor behind him and his head was titled back at a sharp angle so he could lick his cousin, Alicia's, pussy.

Alicia was standing over the young boy, facing Bobbi Jo and her grandfather with her knees slightly flexed to lower her pussy’s height above the floor a critical inch or two. With Alicia in that posture, Dwight's face was at just the right height for his hottie cousin to straddle his mouth and work her pussy around on his willing lips and tongue.

- - -

Behind Alicia, Travis McPherson also had his knees flexed … so he could keep on ramming his cock deep in Alicia’s ass. Balanced as precariously as she was, Alicia depended on Travis to keep her up. If his hands slipped; if he lost his grip on her young hips, she’d collapse and fall forward … probably smothering her ten-year-old boy-cousin on the way down, what with her pussy covering his mouth and lips like it was.

"Mmmmmmuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Alicia mumbled. It wasn’t a very distinct mumble, because one of her mother’s coral-tinged nipples was in the way.

Alicia was barely able stay on her feet. Travis was skewering her ass so wonderfully and Dwight was licking vigorously and very expertly at her pussy. Every time Travis rammed his cock deep in her bowels, the sensitive nerves around Alicia's butt-hole were frictioned into new life and sent powerful vibrations cruising around the girl's body.

When Travis paused to renew the lubrication, Alicia couldn't help but wiggle her heart-shaped young ass around in unsteady circles. Her ass-hole searched urgently for his cock. She desperately needed him back inside her.

Travis impaled her again, pushing into her rectum with a long, steady push that slid his prick deep into the young girl.

Travis' ass-hole was itself being used ... as a teaching aid. Rebecca was showing her daughter, Judy, how to insert a latex covered, well-lubed, finger up a man's butt and massage his prostate gland from inside. Whenever Judy’s lube covered finger rubbed delicately across the man's perineum, it increased the intensity of the sexual pleasure he was feeling by a whole new order of magnitude.

It was a cool game in Judy’s opinion; whenever her finger found Travis’ prostate again, he mewed, and Judy thought that was excruciatingly funny. Thirteen-year-old Judy was learning fast; before long, Travis was whining almost constantly.

Just for fun, Alicia's mother was standing in front of Alicia, straddling Bobbi Jo and Dwight. She had one of her daughter’s breasts in her left hand, and she was massaging, stroking, and caressing it without pause. Candy rolled Alicia's right nipple between her thumb and forefinger for a long moment before returning to squeezing and kneading her daughter’s whole breast, just to make the twelve-year-old whimper … and beg for more.

When she wasn't gasping for air, Alicia reciprocated by taking her mother's big breasts into her mouth and sucking Candy's nipples. Every once in a while, she gave up breathing in favor of cramming as much as she could of her mother’s big breast into her mouth.

"Oooooooommmmmmmmmmm," Candy crooned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, honey ... get it back, sugar ... get it back....”

- - -

It wasn't Alicia's fault she lost her mother's nipple. It slipped out because Candy wasn’t being still. In fact, Candy was having trouble balancing and staying upright to let Alicia could suck at her breast. That was because her twelve-year-old nephew Bryan was nearly driving his Aunt Candy insane from where he stood beside her.

Bryan held a vibrator in his voluptuous Aunt Candy’s cunt with his right hand, and he was probing her ass with another one. He thrust one inside Aunt Candy and then the other. Every once in a while he synced them up and drove both inside Candy’s holes at the same time. When he did that, his Aunt's body jerked hard and she squealed loudly. 

Bryan had a maniacal grin on his face; he was having the time of his life torturing his sexy aunt with the sex toys. Just for fun, he began ramming one in while he withdrew the other. He knew the tenuous flesh wall between his aunt’s cunt and her bowels was passing the friction sensation back and forth between them; the whole of the sensation was slowly becoming greater than the sum of its individual strokes. He knew from Aunt Candy’s expression her senses were being overwhelmed; she was going to orgasm soon.

- - -

Candy only had one hand to stimulate Alicia’s young breasts because her was using her right hand to masturbate her twelve-year-old nephew’s candy-bar sized dick. She intended to jack Bryan off, and make him spray his cum all over her thigh at the same instant she climaxed from the masterful toy fucking he was giving her.

Bryan was having a ball. He loved having his young cock in Aunt Candy’s soft hands. Aunt Candy had beautiful hands; her fingers were long and supple and they clasped his dick soooooo very well. His aunt knew just the right distance to jack up and down to make him a happy young man.

Candy changed what she was doing too. Fumbling with her nephew’s cock, she teased the foreskin back behind the mushroom-like head and then pressed the underside of Bryan’s penis against her smooth thigh. Holding him between her soft palm and the silkiness of her thigh, she urged the boy to start fucking his cock back and forth. Pre-cum began to leak from Bryan’s prick head; the slick/sticky lubricant was soon making slimy streaks all over Candy’s outer thigh.

While he fucked his Aunt Candy’s hand, Bryan never stopped working the dildos in and out of her body. Just to ratchet things up, he bent forward and twisted his body a little around his aunt’s body to capture her blood-engorged right nipple between his lips.

- - -

“AAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Candy’s warbling yowl filled the play room. OH GOD, Bryan,” she yelped. “Suck my nipple, honey. Suck it HARRRRRRRRRD!”

Her daughter, Alicia had her other nipple in her mouth and was tending to that morsel as Bryan was to the one he had. Candy had two youngsters sucking happily at her breasts.

“ALICIA!!” she gasped ... suck it nowwwwwwwwwwwww!!”

“MORE...!” she howled, “...suck my whole danged boob, Alicia—suck it, Bryan!! Swallow the whole damn thing, babies!!” she begged.

- - -

"Oh-my-GODDDDDD!" Grandpa Jack moaned when Faye wrapped her fingers around his cock shaft to stop him fucking Bobbi Jo again. He could feel the little girl open her jaws wide and envelope one of his balls and start to slather her tongue all around. Grandpa Jack froze, his cock deep in Bobbi Jo's scorching vagina. Bobbi Jo's cunt was griping his cock, writhing and constricting his hard-on between her muscular cunt walls.

When he could move again, he pulled out slowly. Bobbi Jo's body wouldn't let him yank his cock back as far as he wanted so he settled for a deeper, shorter plunge. Grandpa Jack powered forward, then reset his hands on Bobbi Joe's hips and used them for leverage to reclaim possession of his penis. He thrust back in slowly and twisted his groin about in a corkscrew motion to rub his cock around the whole circumference of his granddaughter’s cunt. 

- - -

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!!!" Bobbi Jo's world was contracting around her. Her entire universe revolved around the powerful sensations flooding up from her pussy, the incredible, tingling heat that was welling up from everywhere and threatened to engulf her.

- - -

Faye had moved Bobbi Jo's hand off her pussy a couple of minutes ago; the hip-squirming, twisting, wriggling little climax Faye got courtesy of her sister's fingers would last her for a little while. Then Faye would find some other way to get off. For right now, her little pussy was too sensitive to be touched.

- - -

Her hands free, Bobbi Jo was able to concentrate on sucking Dwight's little cock and she could revel in how good it felt every time her grandfather drilled another stroke deep into her steaming cunt. She panted hard. She wasn’t able to keep Dwight's prick in her mouth all the time; her breath was too labored for that, but she did the best she could.

Dwight wasn't complaining. Being sucked off by his big sister while he licked his twelve-year-old cousin's pussy lips was sooooo fuckin’ fine….

- - -

Bryan took in a deep breath; it hissed between his clinched teeth. His hips were moving fast, making his cock slide all over his Aunt’s creamy thigh. He was beginning to lose the tempo he’d set earlier. His senses were being overpowered by the climax he could feel approaching. His lungs couldn't keep up with his lung's demand for air. He was up on his tiptoes, doing everything he could to push just one more millimeter of cock into Aunt Candy’s hand.

Then, Bryan's body took over. What his mind wanted to do—keep on fucking Aunt Candy’s holes with the vibrators forever while she jacked him off—was no longer relevant.

The twelve-year-old shuddered violently. He felt his balls tighten. Muscles in his groin sent a scalding torrent of pearly-white cum upward, racing through his cock and out the slit in the end of it. It gushed into Aunt Candy's soft palm and splashed over the outside of her right thigh.

"ANNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Bryan groaned, slamming his groin tight against Aunt Candy's leg and holding her tight. He threw his head back, howling his anguish to the ceiling. He wriggled his butt around in a tight circle, trying to pull back and then shove his cock forward just one more time. His hips jerked forward ... again ... and a third time. Another gob of boy-cum sprayed from the end of his cock.

"GGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" he gurgled. "OHHHHHHHHHH, GAWDDDDDD, AUNT CANDY!!!"

He bucked convulsively one last time. He trembled; he strained every muscle in his body to shoot a final spurt into his aunt's hand. Then he was finished ... totally spent. There was no more strength in his body. His knees were jello; they threatened to collapse.

Bryan slumped away from his Aunt Candy, leaving the vibrators still buried—buzzing away—deep in his aunt’s cunt and ass. He collapsed bonelessly to the living room rug, almost in slow motion—no longer able to stand. He made it to the carpet without bruising anything severely and sat on his rump for a second before laying flat on the floor in sheer exhaustion. He stretched out and did nothing but gasp for breath for long moments. His fingers twitched every once in a while; his legs jerked spasmodically whenever an aftershock rumbled through his body. He lay there, supremely happy and content.

- - -

Candy Winston, felt her nephew erupt all over her leg. She trembled. Twelve-year-old Bryan’s ejaculation on her body, coupled with the pulsating vibrators that were almost hidden in her cunt and butt, pushed her over the precipice. Her face took on a look of total, almost painful concentration. The tsunami swept over her, making her muscles clinch spasmodically.

Candy took her hand off Alicia's breast, afraid that, in her frenzy, she'd squeeze too hard and hurt her daughter. Half a second later, with Bryan caving to the carpet beside her, Candy’s hand streaked to the steaming cauldron of her own pussy to manipulate the vibrator there in and out. It wasn’t enough. She dropped the toy to the floor and replaced it with her own fingers. They plunged inside, seeking her clitoris. Teasing it, mashing it between her fingertips, Candy hunched over. Her body shuddered violently.

She jackknifed at the waist, unable to stand erect anymore. She stuffed the fingers from her left hand under her right one and rammed them deep too, whipping them all around to give her just that tiny bit more pulsating sensation to put her over the top.

"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" she screamed hoarsely.

Almost doubled over, Candy felt her knees slowly giving way. She put a hand down for support and landed on her buttocks. She straightened her legs in front of her and caved backwards until she was laying flat out, her other hand’s fingers still working busily in her cunt.

"AAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Candy wailed.

She arched her back; her face turned to the ceiling with her eyes closed. She didn’t know she was dancing frantically on the floor as she fought for her orgasm.

"HUNH!!HUNH!!HUNH!!HUNH!!HUNH!!" she gasped. Her abdomen rippled with contractions with each grunt.

"AAAANNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!!"

Then ... Candy relaxed and became limp, one body part at a time. Muscles that had been impossibly taut with the effort to push her orgasm into high gear, grew slack and unresponsive. She lay there, her breasts heaving on a chest trying to pump more oxygen into her system.

- - -

Alicia, was under assault from Travis' cock probing deep from behind into her ass and also from Dwight's tongue stabbing at her clit from below. Alicia’s own hands took over when her mother's dropped away. Alicia's fingers molded her cupcake-sized boobies, squeezing and kneading the firm breast flesh, tweaking her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Alicia quickly became a twelve-year-old mass of frenzied jerks and twinges. Nerve endings fired frantically all around her butt hole, at the top of her pussy slit, and from her tender nipples.

She slammed into sensory overdrive. Tortured beyond her ability to resist, Alicia's body began quaking. Her legs wobbled uncontrollably.

A moment later, Travis sent a scalding hot torrent of pearly-white cum jetting into the Alicia's bowels.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Alicia's scream reverberated all through the room, but everyone in the group sex was intent on their on orgasms and paid no attention.

- - -

Travis' cum had been on the way for a long time. He was sweating bullets while he ran over all the multiplication tables he could recall to get his mind off the rising magma from his balls. The thirty-year-old man held off just as long as he could, but the stimulation of butt-fucking a twelve-year-old girl while his thirteen-year-old niece had one finger up his ass to the last knuckle—it was abruptly too much to ignore.

Travis’ hips bucked hard, slamming his groin against Alicia's beautiful ass-globes once more,. He rammed his cock deep into the young girl’s bowels. A second later, a jet of hot jism spewed inside Alicia’s rectum, making her scream again.

"ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Travis groaned.

Lightheaded ... short of air and drained of all his energy ... the man stumbled backward, his cock coming out of Alicia's bowels with a wet plop! Travis tottered to the stairwell to be out of the way. His heels touched the bottom step; he settled down with his head in his hands and concentrated on getting more air into his lungs.

- - -

Alicia ground her pussy lips all over Dwight's face. His nose rubbed hard at her clitoris. It felt so good, she did it again. Dwight's tongue was stabbing deep, his lips were working feverishly against her pussy lips, and Alicia was the recipient of all his efforts.

"AAAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!" Alicia howled.

"AAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!" 

The twelve-year-old girl shuddered her way through her orgasm, her face showing her pleasure/anguish as it slammed through her whole body. Feeling her strength fading quickly, Alicia leaned over to her right until her right palm was flat on the carpet. It was awkward; she couldn’t maintain the position for very long, but she didn’t want to fall on top of Dwight and this was the only way to dismount from the boy’s thrusting tongue.

Exhausted, Alicia sank down and lay quietly, breathing hard. She was jolted every now and again when aftershocks rippled up her abdomen from her cunt all the way up to her super-sensitized nipples ... and back down again.

- - -

Ten-year-old Dwight’s face now sported a nice coating of Alicia's pussy honey. For the first time in many minutes, he could relax from the uncomfortable position he'd assumed to lick his blonde cousin's twat. He looked around dazedly, his mind blasted by the twin delights of giving his cousin Alicia a fine pussy-tonguing and simultaneously being sucked off by Bobbi Jo.

Reminded of what his sister was doing for him, Dwight's eyes snapped down to watch his juvenile penis plunging deep between Bobbi Jo's pretty pink lips and sliding back out again. It was too much....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!" he wailed. "BOBBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!"

Exerting himself on his cousin's behalf had served to distract young Dwight from what his big sister was doing for him. It had allowed his body to enjoy the blowjob Bobbi Jo was giving him for a few minutes longer than he would have been able to last otherwise. But the sight of his little cock's obscene diving and resurfacing from his big sister's mouth sent him over the edge.

"BOBBBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Dwight couldn't hold it any longer. His hips jerked upward. He slammed his groin into Bobbi Jo's lips. Dwight's hands locked on the back of his sister's head, holding her mouth on him while a fountain of boy-cum jetted down Bobbi Jo's throat.

Bobbi Joe gamely held on and let Dwight mouth-fuck her. His cock wasn’t that long ... he was only ten-years-old, after all ... and she could still breathe through her nose. While Dwight fucked her face, she was being driven almost mad with the feelings Grandpa Jack's cock was generating in her cunt.

Dwight's hands dropped off Bobbi Jo's head; his hips sagged back down. He lay there, his breath whistling through his teeth.

- - -

Bobbi Jo surrendered to the tsunami of orgiastic pleasure that had finally mounted too high to be ignored any longer. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she sobbed.

"Grandpa!” she sobbed desperately. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" 

Bobbi Jo’s grandfather plunged his cock deep inside her once more. The fourteen-year-old held it there with her vagina muscles. She clamped down on her grandpa’s penis. Just that quickly, she felt Grandpa Jack's blistering hot cum spew out of his cock and drown the bottom of her cunt with cream. It splattered, washing back along Grandpa Jack's prick shaft and coating her vagina walls.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Bobbi Jo shrieked. 

"I'M CUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!"

Another eruption of her grandfather's cum squeezed some of their combined fuck fluids out onto her pussy lips. As he pumped his cock in and out faster and faster, the mixture of Grandpa Jack's cream and her cunt sap was whipped into a froth.

"GRANDPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Bobbi Jo screeched.

"GRANDPAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! FUCKME!FUCKME!FUCKME!FUCKME!FUCKME!"

"FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

Bobbi Joe turned her face to the ceiling and wailed her ecstasy. Her face was a mask of divine joy. Her hands were tightened into fists. Tightening her vagina around on Grandpa Jack's cock, she milked out still more creamy gouts of incestuous cum from his balls to soak her cunt and pussy lips.

The fourteen-year-old girl slowly relaxed. Her body wilted, no longer able to support her on her elbows. Her face drifted slowly to the carpet; she half-rolled as she slumped, coming down on her side and resting there.

"Ahhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed. Her eyes closed. Her hands dove down to cup her ravaged pussy, to glory in the sticky wetness her fingers found there.

"Oh God, Grandpa!" she breathed. She looked around the room but didn’t actually see any anyone through her thoroughly dazed eyes. "Grandpa Jack fucked me real good," she announced through her daze.

- - -

Grandpa Jack felt the magma-hot cum rising from his suddenly tight scrotum. The lava rose quickly, though he tried to clamp muscles down tight on the canals through which it passed.

It rose anyway, defying all his attempts to delay it. He wanted the sensations of his cock moving, sliding, gliding into and around his granddaughter's sizzling, clamping vagina to continue forever. It was an effort doomed to failure.

"AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Grandpa Jack roared all the way through his first eruption spewing into Bobbi Jo's tight cunt. His hips jerked spasmodically, ramming him hard down to the bottom of Bobbi Jo's vagina. He wrenched his prick right back out again ... only to thrust in again. Another gob of incestuous spunk erupted from his cock to spray the young girl’s tight sheath. His hips whipped forward, then back ... again ... and again. There was a pearly-white froth made of his and Bobbi Jo's cum where his penis and her labia met.

"JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" he bellowed.

Grandpa Jack's body surged again, embedding his glans once again at the bottom of Bobbi Jo's cunt. He felt his body spasm, shooting another glob of sperm-laden semen into Bobbi Jo.

He shuddered, straining to push the tip of his penis just a little deeper. Another spurt of grandfather-cum flooded into Bobbi Jo's body. Grandpa Jack held himself stiffly, quivering with strain, while his balls tried to pump just one more droplet of cum up and into Bobbi Jo.

But then it was over. There was nothing more he could give his granddaughter.

Grandpa Jack toppled backward onto his heels and caught himself with his hands on the floor behind his butt as Bobbi Jo melted down onto the thick carpet. Grandpa Jack ducked his shoulder and rolled his body down beside her. He was grateful to the gods of incestual sex that he wasn't going to collapse forward over Bobbi Jo and make her crush little Faye beneath her. Grandpa Jack waited for his body to recover.

- - -

The weary incestual fuckers lay in the center of the room, waiting until their breathing eased and their hearts slowed. The musky, pheromone-rich, aroma of male and female body fluids slowly drying on their bodies filled the room, promising an early resumption to the incestuous rut.

♀♂♀

Kirby McPherson shut off the three digital video cameras one after another. If he’d had more cameras, he’d have recorded the action from even more angles. He was wondering where he could buy a new digital camcorder at a reasonable price—quick! He had the feeling he was missing action he and the family would want to watch on movie nights. His fingers trembled faintly from the rush of watching the whole debauched chain of incestual fuckers who had performed in his living room. Maybe Walmart had a sale going….

CHAPTER NINE

Grandpa Jack sat at the kitchen table, nibbling at the remains of an interrupted dinner. He'd brought home most of a whole rack of barbequed babyback ribs from the restaurant a couple of nights ago. In the adults’ eagerness to get to the McPherson home and join the party, their departure had been a little hurried. He’d polished off the remains of the reheated ribs and now he was interested in a little dessert.

"Whatcha doin' Grandpa?" nine-year-old Faye asked, coming up beside her grandfather. The smooth skin of her bare arm rubbed against his as she snuggled close.

"Eatin' some puddin’ … puddin'," he drawled, smiling.

The young girl grinned affectionately at her grandfather. 

Faye was a cute, chestnut-haired, slender sprite of a girl. Becky’s youngest daughter had grown four inches over the winter and early spring; she was still in the process of filling out. Her legs seemed impossibly long; her thighs and calves were slim, silky smooth, and beautifully rounded. Shapely, delicately boned, ankles descended to small feet, whose toenails Faye loved to paint a hot shade of pink. In spite of her growth spurt, young Faye was still a little small for her age ... dainty and compact, but a dynamo of energy.

Walnut-sized boobies tipped with hard, tiny little nipples sprouted defiantly from her chest. Grandpa Jack leaned over to capture one in his mouth. He sucked the little nipple to arouse it into an even higher state of hardness.

Faye's breath hissed between her teeth at the unexpected surge of sensation. Her breath sighed back out almost explosively when he turned her bodily and then did the same for her other boobie. She sucked in another lungful of air.

Grandpa Jack transferred the spoon to his left hand so he could stroke the girl's satin smooth back and the perfectly rounded globes of her little-girl’s cute bubble butt. The girl-child spread her legs so Grandpa Jack could caress her bald young slit and creamy inner thighs all the way down and around to the back of her knees.

"Mmmmm ... that feels sooooo good, Grandpa," Faye told him, wriggling with the pleasure of his touch.

Grandpa Jack grinned at his granddaughter fondly. He spooned another gob of banana pudding into his mouth while Faye rubbed her sharp-pointed boobies against his right arm.

"Can I have some?" Faye asked brightly.

Grandpa Jack nodded and put a spoonful of the velvety smooth dessert in her mouth and watched as her lips closed on the spoon, sucking the creamy pudding off and then down her throat. Grandpa Jack smile grew a little broader. 

Disdaining the spoon, he dipped a finger in the pudding and slipped it into her mouth. She obligingly sucked his finger dry and held her mouth open in a lewd 'O' while she waited for more.

Faye sucked down three finger loads of creamy banana pudding down before Grandpa Jack turned in his straight-back chair and faced her directly. She hadn't known her grandfather was so strong, but he lifted her easily with his hands under her armpits. He rotated his body back around to face the table with her hanging in the air. The young girl instinctively pulled her dangling feet up, then dropped them on either side of Grandpa Jack’s body when he deposited her butt on the kitchen table in front of him. Faye’s hairless pussy smiled prettily at Grandpa Jack.

Winking at the little girl, Grandpa Jack spread banana cream pudding liberally over Faye's pouting pussy lips with his fingers, making the nine-year-old’s eyes grow wide. They sparkled with lustful anticipation and excitement. She leaned back on her hands and pooched her groin forward. 

Grandpa Jack ducked his head between Faye’s slim thighs and began licking the creamy pudding off his granddaughter’s pussy. In no time at all, Grandpa Jack’s wet tongue had the little girl moaning and grinding her body around in little circles on the table.

Little-girl vagina juices dribbled out of her immature cunt; her honey thinned the banana pudding coating her labia, and they mixed together to make a sticky puddle under Faye's butt. She felt it, and raised her buttocks for a minute to scoop up some of the sticky mass on a small forefinger and pop into her mouth. She grinned broadly. When Grandpa Jack intercepted the next fingerful and guided it into his own mouth, the girl's brown eyes burned with lewd excitement.

Grandpa Jack spooned more pudding onto Faye's pussy. He piled the smooth cream on her puffy outer labia, making a thick frosting on her mound. It didn't take much; she was still a very young girl and her slit wasn't that long from top to bottom.

When he began pressing pudding inside her pussy lips with gentle fingers, Faye's eyes widened. She scooted her butt up to the very edge of the table, hoisted her heels up onto the tabletop and pushed her groin out as far as she could. Her slit was as wide as her fingers could spread it.

Grandpa Jack continued working the creamy pudding into the young girl's pussy, even putting a new spoonful at the top of her slit and working it down inside with his forefinger. Then, he began slurping up and down her sensitive outer lips, gulping down quantities of pudding and girl juices ... and driving the little girl wild. His tongue dove deep in her slit, scooping out more banana filling. He did it again and again.

Crooning tunelessly, the little girl shifted her hands on the tabletop behind her, arched her back and started humping her groin up into her grandfather's face. Panting hard and whimpering piteously, she ground her cunt against Grandpa Jack's lips. She humped her groin up and down against his mouth and chin at a frenzied pace for a long moment ... and then froze with her face screwed up in a rictus of concentration.

Her hips jerked twice. She trembled, straining hard. Her jaws clinched tight and her face screwed itself into a mask of desperation. Faye arched her torso back, her spine attaining an arc only young girls could achieve. Her whole body shuddered for an endless instant.

“Grandpa Jack...,” Faye sighed softly. She had no strength left her. She collapsed bonelessly forward until her forehead rested on Grandpa Jack's shoulder. There she rested, mumbling incomprehensible words of appreciation in his ear.

♀♂♀

When she regained a little of her strength, Faye pushed her upper body erect and looked into Grandpa Jack's smiling eyes. She kissed his lips, tasting the mixture of her own sweet juices and banana pudding and coming back for more.

"Grandpa," she said earnestly, "I think that's the fun-est pussy eatin' I ever got."

Grandpa Jack stroked her still sensitive slit from top to bottom, and stuck his fingers in his mouth. "Mmmmmm," he said, grinning. "Finger lickin' good!!"

Faye giggled and kissed her grandfather some more. She straightened up, her attention caught by sound from the living room. Her mother was laughing uproariously. Reminded of her mother and the crew of partiers out there, the youngster had an idea. She smirked at Grandpa Jack. Leaning back, she threw her right leg over his head and scrambled off the table. She captured the container with the remaining pudding in her left hand.

"Come on, Grandpa," she said, "I'll bet my Mom wants some banana pudding!" she told him, smiling toothily.

When the nine-year-old led her grandfather into the living room by his cock, Kirby hustled to rotate all three of his cameras around to focus on the pair. He was handicapped by a certain blond, twelve-year-old vixen on his lap, but he reached around her body, grabbed two remote controls and pointed them. He got two of the camcorders centered on the impromptu parade immediately.

He dropped one to bring the third camera into alignment and centered it on the glistening sheen of a mixture of juices dribbling down Faye's thighs. It was incredibly sensual ... well worth saving for other home movie nights....

Faye marched up to her mother and grinned up in her face. Rebecca was resting, sitting with her feet tucked under her and watching Carrie impale herself on Kirby’s cock—one inch at a time—over in the recliner.

Kirby had to drop the remote controls. The distraction of Carrie’s tight, hot pussy slowly devouring his penis was too great. 

Carrie was facing the center of the room so everyone could see her Uncle Kirby's fat prick disappearing ever so slowly up her pussy. Every so often, she gave out a heartfelt groan as his cock touched a sensitive place.

Carrie and Kirby’s lewd exhibitionism was turning the atmosphere from companionable chatting mode to something more erotic. The mood was ripe for everyone to engage in something more carnal than casual.

"Mommy, would you like some special banana cream pudding?" shameless little Faye asked her mother.

"I would!" Becky said, grinning. She had a pretty good idea what was about to happen—what with her young daughter’s fingers clamped around her grandfather’s dick and all.

Obligingly, Faye held the container up to Grandpa Jack's cock. Tipping the pint container, she dipped Grandpa Jack’s prick head deep inside and then pulled the container away. Holding his iron-hard penis along the shaft, she pulled Grandpa Jack close to her mother until Becky, bending over, could touch her lips to Grandpa Jack’s pudding-covered glans.

"Okay, Grandpa," Faye encouraged, “...go ahead; fuck my Mommy's mouth."

The obscene words pushed Grandpa Jack beyond arousal into urgent need. When Becky's mouth opened wide, Grandpa Jack thrust his hips forward until Faye's fingers touched Becky's lips.

The mother of five blissfully sexualized children tightened her lips around her father's shaft, then let him pull it out of her mouth, scooping all the pudding off into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, took her daddy’s next in-thrust easily, and held her head still, snaking her tongue all around the head and shaft. Then Faye pulled her grandfather's penis from between her mother's soft lips.

Faye led her grandfather all around the room to all the girls, inviting them to taste the banana pudding delivered by Faye's special spoon. Grandpa Jack figured Faye intended to let every one of the women and girls in on the game, so he held on to the frayed edges of his self-control, vowing to himself to do that until he couldn't any longer.

When it was Carrie's turn, she scooted a little forward on Kirby's lap, braced herself with her hands on her Uncle Kirby's knees, and took her grandfather into her mouth. Kirby's hands were under Carrie's haunches, helping lift her body up the length of his cock and then letting her down carefully. Every so often, Kirby slid his hands out and up the sides of her hips, up over her smoothly fleshed side, and then swept his hands around her rib cage to fondle her cupcake-sized titties. Squeezing them and tweaking her nipples was making Carrie's eyes roll in her head.

"Hey! I was kinda getting in to that," Carrie protested when Faye tugged Grandpa Jack's prick out of her mouth.

"No problem!" Travis exclaimed. He vaulted up from an easy chair and moved quickly in front of Carrie. He fisted his cock and guided it between Carrie's willing lips. When Carrie adjusted to the invading rod, Travis began to slowly—more carefully than her grandfather had—stroke in and out. Of course, Grandpa Jack's cock had explored Carrie's mouth and throat many times. Travis’ had not.

The container of pudding was empty. Faye had scooped up the last of it to give herself a final taste. She grinned up at her grandfather.

It was too much. Her little fist was expertly masturbating him while she slurped off the last of the pudding and sucked on the very tip of the head of his cock.

"Baby...," he said to warn her, but she knew very well what was coming … and wasn’t deterred in the least. Sitting on her sister Bobbi Jo's knee, Faye bent over just a little and opened her mouth wide so her Grandpa had a good target.

Grandpa Jack felt the hot cum rising like molten rock from his groin and up the length of his penis. He couldn't stop it. A pearl-white jet of thick cum shot into her mouth, coating Faye's teeth and gums with incestuous seed.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Grandpa Jack bayed. His body shook with the power of his balls emptying themselves in his granddaughter’s mouth.

Faye giggled. It sounded like she was gargling her grandfather's spermy cream, and that set Grandpa Jack off again. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” he groaned.

The second fountain of Grandpa Jack’s cum wasn't so well aimed. It didn’t jet into Faye’s mouth as the first had. It sprayed out to coat the little girl's lips and splashed on her nose. She closed her eyes and held up her face for Grandpa Jack to cover with cum; he did his best to accommodate her. He gave her another slimy eruption of grandfatherly semen… then one more—weaker and more diluted than the others had been. There was one final jerk of his hips; a thin squirt soaked Faye’s cheeks ... and he was done for the moment.

Still giggling, the child leaned back against her sister's chest and proceeded to scoop the slowly cooling gunk off her face. Bobbi Jo swung Faye's body a little to the side so she could help, quickly taking tongue loads of her grandfather's cum between her lips and swallowing them.

Watching the nasty duo gave Grandpa Jack the strength to spurt a final fountain of over the two sisters. Then he collapsed into an easy chair, breathing hard.

A muscle twitched every once in a while, but mostly he just rested.

♀♂♀

Candy Winston—hot, sexy daughter, mother, aunt, and sexual plaything for all the men and boys in the house—lay face up on the three-cushion against the living room’s long wall. Her left leg was raised; her heel rested on the top the back cushion.

Her right foot was flat on the floor. The big breasted mother’s thighs were thus sprawled wide and her sex fully exposed. Candy was positioned near one end of the sofa; her butt was only a foot or so from the sofa’s armrest. Candy’s groin was undulating rhythmically in time with her daughter’s tongue laps up and down Candy’s pussy lips.

A nude twelve-year-old Carrie had her lips glued to Candy’s plump labia and she was sucking Candy’s cunt enthusiastically. Candy’s body rolled from side to side; she wasn’t able to control herself under Carrie’s onslaught into the hole she'd come out of twelve years ago.

Carrie herself, was standing on the other side of the sofa armrest from her mother. Well, she was sort of standing. Her bare feet were on the living room’s plush carpet, but twelve-year-old Bryan McPherson had Carrie bent over the sofa arm. Bryan was slowly fucking Carrie’s pussy from behind and relishing every fraction of an inch he could drive further into the sexy girl’s cunt. Every time he thrust deep inside his cousin, Carrie rocked forward; Carrie’s feet lifted off the floor; and her tongue, mouth, and nose all massaged her mother’s pussy that much more ardently.

Bryan was a slender boy … whippet strong and supple. He was already scoring high points for great stamina with both his girl cousins. With his hands holding Carrie’s lovely young ass securely, he powered his young cock firmly, but unhurriedly, deep into Carrie’s vagina ... held it there for a long moment—then retracted it slowly. The slow fuck was slowly driving Carrie mad.

Carrie’s was a difficult task. She had to balance carefully over the sofa’s arm and bend low so she could reach her mother's cunt with her tongue and lips, but she couldn’t lean too far over the arm to munch on Candy’s pussy. If she did she’d pull away from her cousin Bryan … and that would interrupt the wondrous, slow pounding cadence of his cock ramming into her from behind.

Judy McPherson was astride her Aunt Candy’s mouth, facing away from Carrie and Bryan. The young teenager was grinding her pussy lips into Candy's mouth, writhing and squirming as her aunt tongued and sucked at the thirteen-year-old’s clitty. Judy was a young teen, and the fresh-faced, pretty young girl looked the part. Her breasts were wonderful handfuls for any of the males in the house, her lithe body was more mature than her baby sister’s, Faye’s, and she had a distinct waist and gently flared hips, but she wasn’t as big-breasted as Bobbi Jo. Judy’s groin was as hairless as her baby sister’s though; the McPherson girls didn’t like hair getting in the way and hiding their charms from their menfolk.

Judy was leaning forward over Aunt Candy’s face; her right hand was on the back cushion, her left awkwardly braced on the sofa arm. Her head was canted a little to one side and tilted back … so she could suck her father's cock and take him deep between her soft, pink lips.

Judy’s Dad, Kirby McPherson, was energetically plunging his prick in and out of his thirteen-year-old daughter's hot mouth. His hands were on either side of Judy’s face, caressing her cheeks and temples … and holding the girl’s head immobile. Kirby thoroughly enjoyed the sight of the young girl's pretty lips loving on his penis and the sensation of her sucking mouth on his cock. In his estimation, there was nothing quite like having a daughter suck the cum out of her father's balls and take it down her throat.

Bryan came first.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!” He bellowed. Carrie's vagina had tightened down on his prick and it felt like her velvet sheath was trying to milk the cum right out of him.

“UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” 

Bryan propelled his groin into Carrie’s buttocks, slamming her forward, up onto the couch and atop her mother’s body. Carrie skidded up her mother’s smooth flesh until her face nestled between Candy's big breasts. Bryan followed her, scrambling anxiously over the sofa arm and flattening his body over Carrie’s ... and her mother’s. His cock plunged right back into Carrie’s twitching cunt and he resumed pounding in and out of her.

His hips almost a blur as he pounded his cock into his cousin, Bryan made a tiny mistake. Pulling back one time too far, his cockhead came all the way out of Carrie’s cunt. Frantic to shove his penis back inside his cousin’s hot hole, he held himself too low … and his cock parted Aunt Candy’s pussy lips; it drove deep inside his aunt’s sopping cunt.

The first thrust was accidental, but Bryan realized what he’d done almost immediately. He took advantage of his error, and his aunt’s willingness, to fuck a few more strokes into his aunt. He pulled his dick out of Aunt Candy and inserted it in his cousin’s cunt once more. After a few moments, the pattern and tempo were well established. He fucked his aunt for a few strokes, then he fucked Carrie. From Bryan’s point of view, he had the best of all possible worlds going for him.

It didn’t last long, though. He was too far gone.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” he roared in a surprisingly deep voice. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!” he groaned. 

He was in Aunt Candy’s cunt at the moment; thick white cum erupted from the end of his prick and splashed deep in his aunt’s vagina. He shoved inward as deep as his boy-cock could get, wriggling his hips and powering forward with his legs braced on the floor. He arced his back, straining hard to propel his penis even a single millimeter inside his hot-cunted aunt. He gasped … his lower body jerked forward, a second time—he froze, his body trembling with effort. His face was a mask of apparent anguish as he sprayed another jet of boy-cum inside Aunt Candy. He managed a third squirt before his body betrayed him. He had no more sperm-laden cum to give his aunt, and his body had no more strength to hold him vertical. 

The unexpected jostling and Bryan’s accidental fucking set Candy off. When she felt her nephew’s hot discharge spewing deep inside her, a hot wave of ecstasy boiled up and swept up her whole body.

As her cunt exploded, Candy sucked stronger on her niece’s clit and Judy came hard, almost pumping her cunt honey down into her aunt's hot mouth. Without considering how she could do it—much less IF she could do it—Judy suddenly took take an extra length of her father's cock inside. Kirby’s body began to spasm as he spewed incestuous cum down his daughter’s throat.

Pushing Judy's ass off her mother’s mouth and out of the way, Carrie slid up on her mother's body until they could kiss. She backed down a little, until their pubic mounds could rub directly against each other’s. Frantically, Carrie ground her clitty against her mother’s; her hips surged around in a tight circle in her attempt to make better contact. There was enough friction that the powder keg in Carrie’s groin went off in a staccato, rippling rhythm.

“WWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!” the five incestuous fuckers wailed in unison.

“WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The five slumped down on the floor or couch, their chests heaving and their minds reeling.

“That’s another one for the video library!” Kirby announced. “I’m gonna have to find out what the record is for most hot videos taped within a two-week period.” He grinned.

CHAPTER TEN

“Flashin’ the neighborhood, are we?” Brett asked his wife as she sauntered into the living room from the front door. His eyebrows were raised inquiringly.

“Well I did have to check the mail,” Candy answered. “Tracy said she’d mail that map showing how to get to her place with the gate code and stuff….”

“And did it get here? And, oh-by-the-way, you had to put on one of my shirts at first, and then you had to unbutton it to check the mail?”

“No, it’s not here yet … but that doesn’t mean Becky’s mailbox doesn’t need to get checked every so often, just in case,” Candy replied. Instead of fastening any of the buttons on her shirt, she took it off entirely.

“And…,” she continued, “there was a really cute teenage boy cuttin’ the lawn across the street,” Candy replied laconically. “He was soooooo appreciative ... I could tell. He liked my breasts,” she added.

“Honey,” Brett said patiently, “everybody likes your breasts.” He snorted. “Just don’t get Becky in trouble having to explain to the cops why a half-naked woman saunters around on her porch every so often in the middle of the day—I’m just sayin’, honey...!”

“Hell ... I may start answering the door totally naked…,” Rebecca McPherson called from the kitchen, “…if there are going to be cute young boys around, that is.” She grinned. 

The two sisters giggled together.

"Heck, tell all those cute guys to bring their hot sisters and moms over with them and we’ll all have a party,” Grandpa Jack commented from the dining room’s big table. What was good for the goose went well for ganders too.

Candy hung her husband’s old dress shirt on the back of the Lazy Boy; she’d take it back upstairs to his closet when an opportunity presented itself, along with the short shorts she’d just discarded too. Comfortably naked once more—nudity was the norm in the McPherson household these days—she sauntered over to her sister’s husband and bent at the waist to plant a kiss on his lips.

"Kirby, honey," she cooed to her brother-in-law, “…you could lube me up for a nice little buttfucking, if you wanted to … I mean … if you don’t have anything else to do right now…. She kissed him again. “Hand me that purple buttplug, sugar, I'll put it in now so I can be getting my asshole loosened up a tad....”

Kirby was already moving. He tossed Candy her buttplug en route to the living room coffee table for a bottle of lubricant.

Moments later, Candy had her titties cushioned happily on the back of the sofa and her knees on the seat cushion. Kirby was applying generous amounts of lubricant around her anus, and pushed more inside the muscular opening using the purple buttplug to tamp it in. Candy was soon crooning happily to herself.

"Are you two at it again?” Becky asked her husband and sister, coming into the dining room and glancing through the wide archway into the living room. She grinned—she didn’t expect, or receive a reply. She set a plate of sandwiches on the dining room table and Grandpa Jack grabbed one to go with the day’s first bottle of diet coke he’d opened earlier. 

At that moment, the cheap … and very anonymous … throw-away phone sitting in front of Grandpa Jack shrilled a harsh ringing tone into the quiet of the house. Grandpa Jack stared at the thing, glanced at the sandwich he’d just picked up … and sighed dramatically.

“You know, all the phones in my office back home know when I’m about to consume mass quantities too,” he remarked sagely to his daughter, Becky. “I think there must be leprechauns hiding in them, peering out to see what I’m doing so they can disrupt things!”

Becky laughed. She took her father’s coca cola and started back to the kitchen. “I’ll get you some ice in a glass, Dad.”

Grandpa Jack put down the sandwich and touched the ‘accept’ button to stop the danged cell phone from repeating the awful ringing noise a third time.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Daddy!” It was his daughter, Joanne. “Are you where you can talk?” she asked.

“I am,” Grandpa Jack replied. “Are you on your secret decoder spy ring and communication device? I sure am!”

“I am too,” Joanne answered cheerfully. “Got some things I want to throw at ya, okay?”

Grandpa Jack had purchased a quantity of the low cost, no frill, throw-away cell phones from a cooperative convenience store back home and left a number of them with Joanne. They’d made an agreement not to talk about hot family matters on their smartphones, based on the premise that anything transmitted over the air could be intercepted and tracked. The disposable cheapies offered enough anonymity that they could chance it and if they stayed away from words the NSA were likely to be interested in, it should be relatively safe.

“Go for it, honey,” Grandpa Jack said.

“Thanks, sugar … my throat is dry as a bone!” he said gratefully.

There was a pause. “Who are you talking to, Daddy?” Joanne asked.

“Your sister, Becky, just brought me a glass of diet coke,” Grandpa Jack explained. He took the phone from his ear, glanced at it and tapped a key. “I just put us on speaker,” he remarked into the open air. “Say hello, Becky….”

“Hi, Joanne,” Becky trilled. “How ya doin’?”

“I’m doing well, thanks,” Joanne returned dubiously. “Dad, I thought you said….”

Grandpa Jack nodded; he knew what Joanne was concerned about. “Would it help if I told you my luscious daughter, Becky, is naked as the day she was born … and she’s sitting on my lap, rubbing her boobs all over my face?”

“Already?!!” Joanne squealed in surprise.

“Yup!” Grandpa Jack answered. “We cut down the wasted time to just a few hours … turns out Becky and her clan were already partying with each other.”

“Well … I guess us sisters should get together sometime and exchange secrets, huh Becky?”

“Anytime, Sis,” Becky replied promisingly. “Any, any time….”

“Okay … I just put us on speaker too, Daddy,” Joanne said. “Stacey’s here with me.” There was a hollow tone to Joanne’s words, but at least there was no annoying echo this time. Grandpa Jack’d encountered echoes more than once with the anonymous, untraceable cell phones they were using.

“Hi, Stacey,” Grandpa Jack called out. “How’s it goin’?”

“Fine, Grandpa … how ‘bout you?”

“Doin’ great, honey; thank you very much….” He paused for a full beat. “So … what’s goin’ on in the Hamilton household, ladies?”

“Well, my dear youngest daughter discovered the joys of sexting this morning, Daddy,” Joanne said reproachfully, “and this afternoon, she’s discovered the advantages of not sexting … the alternative being a sentence of grounding ‘til she dies of old age!”

“Mom…!” Stacey whined. “I already told you I wouldn’t….”

“Okay…,” Grandpa Jack said slowly to forestall a long reiteration of what had assuredly been a contentious discussion between mother and daughter. “…I assume that issue is settled and we don’t need to go over the possible dangers, threats, and other dire consequences of attracting too much attention … right?”

“It’s settled, Daddy,” Joanne replied. “We’re all on the same page about that … now.”

Stacey was silent.

“Okay … then what?”

“Well … it’s what she sent out to … Wendy Braxton—remember Grady’s partner and his family? Wendy is Stacey’s age, and her bestest friend in the whole world.”

“I remember,” Grandpa Jack affirmed. He hesitated. “That’s the young lady who gave you one of your dildos, right, Stacey?”

“Uh-huh,” Grandpa Jack’s granddaughter mumbled half-reluctantly.

“And she’s the one who told you what guys liked when a girl sucks cocks … that the same Wendy?” Grandpa Jack continued.

“Yes … that’s her,” Joanne said, “…though I didn’t know about the cock sucking tutoring until just a minute ago, Dad.”

Grandpa Jack considered several possible replies. “A little period of … adjustment? Some of the old secrets not yet totally out in the open?” he asked of no one in particular.

“Yeah, Dad,” Joanne said evenly. “I know; there hasn’t been enough time yet. I probably have a couple/three stories still untold….”

“So, anyway…,” she said, shifting back to the original reason she’d called, “…you remember Stacey had that spy camera set up outside her door and was watching everyone moving around that first night, right? Well, Stacey captured some still images out of the video and sent a couple to Miss Wendy….”

“Of what…?” Grandpa Jack asked.

“Well, for starters, she sent a picture of me and Curtis walking toward the stairs from his bedroom after I went up to get him, remember?”

“Yep,” Grandpa Jack responded shortly. He thought for a moment. “But—tell me if I’m wrong—but I don’t remember that as being all that … ah … all that an explicit a scene, honey.” He thought for a bit longer. “If it happens to get into the wrong hands, you can explain it easily … I mean, since you and your family have decided to experiment with the nudist lifestyle and everything—I distinctly recall you telling me that…!”

“Ahhhhh, oh yes, I do remember saying that, Daddy,” Joanne said warmly. “But the second thing Stacey sent her girlfriend was one from later on—Curtis is coming out of Julie’s room … with his dick still hard and all shiny with Julie’s cunt juices, Daddy.”

Grandpa Jack was just hitting his stride. “But, honey, you remember Curtis had that really high fever that night, don’t you? My goodness, he was just about out of his mind. In fact, he was so delirious, he thought he was fighting dragons to save his big sister, if memory serves … and gee, who knows why that gave him an erection … young teenage boys get erections all the time, and for the strangest reasons, huh? Heck, it’s a danged good thing it was only a three-day virus he had, huh? Good thing he got well so soon, wasn’t it?”

“It sure was, Daddy,” Joanne said smoothly. “I’m sure glad I called you so you could remind me of all these things … I’m so forgetful sometimes…,” she continued with a smile in her voice.

“And as for Curtis’ dick being shiny,” Grandpa Jack added, “…that just means the light captured some moisture—maybe sweat dripping down off his forehead—maybe it was just the camera angle –heck, there’s nothing sinister about that. So what’s the problem?” Grandpa Jack asked.

“Well … the third image … there were only three, Dad … was of Curtis standing at the head of the stairs with his hard-on poking out in front of him … and it almost shows me standing a few steps below him, comin’ up stairs to him. You can’t tell it’s me ‘cause Stacey cropped it to cut out almost everything, but you can tell it’s someone … she didn’t quite cut enough out. You can see my nipple and a little of my left boob!” She stopped for a second. “And I already know what I’ll say—Curtis was still out of his head and I was coming upstairs to take care of the poor child….”

“That’s the way I remember it too, sugar,” Grandpa Jack commented warmly. 

“Dang, y’all had a really cool time there, didn’t you, Joanne,” Becky remarked. “But what’s the prob…? Sounds to me like you’ve got them all solved.”

“Hey, Mom…,” a voice called out over the long distance connection. “Who y’all talkin’ to?”

It was Curtis. Evidently, he’d just come into the room.

“Your Grandfather and Aunt Becky,” Joanne explained to her thirteen-year-old son. “Aunt Becky and her family are playing with each other too….”

“Awesome!” Curtis said tersely. “When are we going to go visit them?” he asked, cutting right to the chase.

“Sometime soon,” Joanne promised. There was a rustling sound over the phone. “Did Stacey show these to you?”

“Nope!” Curtis told his mother after a short wait. “Darn, I look good, huh?” He chuckled, clearly not upset with what his little sister had done.

“She sent them to Wendy Braxton,” Joanne said shortly.

“Oh—Ooooohhhhhh?” Curtis’ voice got louder with the second word. Apparently he’d been walking away but made a quick u-turn at his mother’s explanation.

“What’d Wendy say about ‘em?” he demanded, still not troubled. 

“And that brings us to the reason I called, Daddy,” Joanne said. “Wendy sent Stacey a text right back—couldn’t have been more than … five minutes later, Stacey?”

“Right!” Stacey confirmed.

“Wendy sent back a text that says,

	Curt is scrumptious
	don’t you think so 2

…and after that was a smiley face—the kind a’ smiley face with the tongue sticking out, Dad.”

“Hmmmmmm … scrumptious, eh…?” Grandpa Jack said musingly. “She says a naked Curtis with a hard-on is ‘scrumptious’! And she wants to know if you, Stacey, agree your naked brother is scrumptious. I think we can conclude young Wendy isn’t put off by the idea of brothers being males, which is to say, male sexual animals….”

“I don’t think so…,” Stacey remarked. “Grandpa … I didn’t think about it ‘til now, but Wendy’s always asking me things like … have I ever seen my Dad without his clothes on … stuff like that!”

“And,” the twelve-year-old said thoughtfully after a second. “…And, Grandpa, she told me lots a’ times she sees her dad and all her brothers without clothes….” 

“Grandpa,” Stacey cut in excitedly. “I just ‘membered … Wendy told me one time about seeing her dad and her brothers with hard-ons—and she looked real excited when she told me, Grandpa—her eyes were all bright and she was smiling and I think her hands were shaking.” Stacey paused for a moment. “An’ she didn’t act like they were nudists or nothin’ like that—“ 

“Grandpa!” Stacey said, interrupting herself. “One other time she was …  she told me she really liked her brothers a lot, and it was fun to hug them and stuff,” Stacey replied. “She wanted to know if Curtis’ thing got hard when I hugged him—it was like she was saying her brothers got hard when she hugged them… and she was really excited about that too, Grandpa!!”

“AND…,” Stacey said curtly without waiting for a comment from the adults. A new thought had struck her. “Back before school let out, Wendy was talking about how she likes it when Curtis goes over to their house. She’s asked me a bunch a’ of times if I would mind if she did something naughty with him some time.” There was a short break. “…And there was this one time when she told me she wouldn’t mind if I did something naughty with one of her brothers if I wanted to!” she said elatedly.

“And you didn’t tell me??!!” Curtis demanded, clearly outraged. “Thanks a lot, dang it!” he said frostily.

“Hush!” Stacey admonished her older brother. “You were playing nasty games out with Charlene Nelson at the time and I knew it! You wouldn’t a’ known what to do with two girls … not then, anyway.”

Curtis was silent. “I could a’ tried!” he muttered at length. “Jeeeeeeeeez!!” he added, clearly seeing a picture in his mind of the two young neighborhood girls and himself doing a naughty threesome with them….

“What’re you thinking, Dad?” Joanne asked breathlessly. She’d waited to make sure Stacey didn’t have another revelation.

“Just about the same things you are, I think,” Grandpa Jack replied. “What we know is that young Wendy has brought the subject of sex up several times with Stacey in the past, right Stacey?”

“Uh-huh!”

Grandpa Jack chuckled. “Okay, here’s what I think. Seems to me, young Wendy has been checking y’all out for a while now, Joanne. ‘Cept it isn’t really Wendy—I think Ma and Pa Braxton have been coaching young Miss Wendy, giving her the words to say and all, and getting her to remember how Stacey responded after Wendy and Stacey had some girl talk.” He smiled a little satisfied grin to himself.

“I’d be willing to bet, Joanne, Wendy’s parents probably think Stacey sending Wendy those screen captures was a coded reply,” Grandpa Jack continued. “After all this while, after all the probing Wendy’s done over … however long it’s been—finally Stacey responded with a hint….” He stopped to collect his thoughts.

“I’d probably get pretty dang good odds on that bet too … if this were on the sports board in Vegas, by golly!” he continued. He chuckled again, picturing sex between family members as a sporting event subject to wagering on outcomes. He shook his head.

Grandpa Jack had a new thought. “And how about Stacey sending a text to Wendy, eh? How about saying,”

	‘brothers are TOTALLY scrumptious
	to all their sisters and even their    ’

“Just leave it at that, okay? I think young Wendy—and whoever is sitting beside her working on these messages—will get the ‘and mothers’ implication there.”

“Okay, Grandpa … I just sent it,” Stacey reported.

“You know … Mom?” young Curtis said quietly, “I’ve been thinkin’ about what Wendy’s been saying to Stacey…. I think her big brother, Alan, might be doing like Wendy is…. Heck, I used to think Alan was a real pervert. He was all the time askin’ if I ever saw Julie’s tits and what they look like … like pears or whatever, ya know?”

“And there was this one time … his little brother Cliff said if I wanted, I could bring Stacey over to their house and he and Wendy and us two could play.” Curtis paused. “He said he knew Wendy wouldn’t … I remember; he said ‘Wendy wouldn’t be jealous’ … jealous! And … this one time … he showed me online that teacher—the one they called the Barbie Doll Teacher?—who was fuckin’ a boy in her class—he asked me if I’d ever tell anyone about what was happening if one of our teachers did that with us, ya know? I thought back then, he was just bein’ weird … but now….”

“Who’s weird? Besides you, Junior?” a voice asked flippantly. Julie had just come into the conversation. She giggled to take the sting out of it. She and her little brother had become very close since a Saturday night a couple of weeks ago.

“The Braxtons!” Curtis replied, not rising to his sister’s banter. “All them Braxton kids say sexy stuff; then they laugh and act like they were just kidding! Alan and Cliff are doing it all the time….”

“I don’t know about the boys, but the girls’ don’t think about anything but boys … and older guys too,” Julie shot back.

“Who’s that on the phone?” Julie’d apparently just noticed the throw-away on the table.

“Grandpa!” Curtis answered.

“Hi, Grandpa!” Julie said. “How come y’all are talking about the Braxtons?” There was a break. Grandpa Jack assumed Julie was being shown the images sent to Wendy and her reply.

Julie chuckled. “Naughty, naughty, naughty!” she chided her sister lightly. “So what’d Wendy have to say about these?” she asked interestedly.

“That’s what we’re talking about…,” Joanne told her daughter. 

Stacey must have shown her tablet to Julie to read Wendy’s reply. “Hmmmmmmmm … so brother’s are scrumptious huh—as in ‘delicious’? As in, ‘they taste good when you suck them off’,” she asked. “That kind of scrumptious?”

“Precisely!” Grandpa Jack interjected. “But I want to get back to what you said, Julie. Why did you say the Braxton girls are obsessed with boys and men, Julie,” Grandpa Jack asked interestedly.

“Oh … well, like … one time all of us were over at their house and all the boys, with our Dads, were playing football in the back yard—our Dads were the captains and throwing all the passes and stuff.  Well, Steffi was watchin’ them an’ all she could talk about was how good they looked bein’ all muscley and getting’ sweaty an’ stuff. She wouldn’t stop talking about how our Dad looked so wonderful….”

“And then she asked if I ever saw Dad’s penis or not … she was talking about Dad being all studly and a good thrower—and then she’d wondering what his dick looks like. An’ then, a minute later she said she saw her dad coming out of the shower sometimes and stuff—” Julie cut herself off. 

“And you know what?” she demanded. “Right after that, her sister, Valerie, wanted to know if I wanted to trade Dads for the weekend….”

“Hmph!” Grandpa Jack grunted. “So it’s not just Wendy—several of the Braxton kids have been making raunchy … let’s call them overtures, eh?” He thought for a moment.

“Soooooo … tell me a little bit about the Braxton clan, Joanne,” Grandpa Jack suggested. Several things were germinating in his mind. 

“Well … Wendy’s father is Phil Braxton, Grady’s business partner. Tammy is his wife…,” Joanne began. “Phil and Tammy’s kids call Grady their 'Uncle' and I'm 'Aunt Joanne'. We spend a lot of time with them except ... you know ... when my Daddy visits and gets the whole danged family to sucking and fucking each other twenty-four-seven.”

“You’re entirely welcome, honey. I’m just glad to lend a helping hand wherever I can,” Grandpa Jack responded lightly.

“Yeah, right! Well, anyway…,” Joanne said, “…Phil and Tammy have nine kids—four of ‘em are boys—and Tammy's little sister lives with them with her son ... an’ she has ever since her divorce. That’s a houseful, huh? But they all seem to get along pretty good—never seen any of them fussin’ amongst themselves or anything, you know?”

“Phil and Tammy are a great looking couple—Tammy doesn't look like she's had nine kids, by the way and she sure doesn’t look like she’s going to be forty her next birthday, either. She’s tall and she has legs way up to here, Daddy ... nice boobs, too … you'd like her really much ... and her girls are just like her an’ Phil ... all of them blond and just cute as the devil.”

“Oh … blond boys and girls, eh?” Grandpa Jack asked, apparently irrelevantly. “Good lookin’ blond kids?”

“Yep!” Joanne replied shortly. “Well, ‘cept Yvette—she’s Tammy’s baby sister—she has brown hair.”

“Cute blond boys!!” Stacey contributed merrily. “Really cute blond boys!” 

“And girls too!” Curtis contributed. 

There was a ding at the other end of the phone connection, followed by a short silence.

“Daddy!” Joanne said excitedly. “We got a reply from Wendy!”

“What’s it say?”

“It’s actually three pictures, Dad … ahhhhhhhhhhh!” It was quiet for a long while.

“You do know I can’t see what you’re looking at, right?” Grandpa Jack asked facetiously. 

“Yes,” Joanne replied distantly; she wasn’t apologetic. She was quiet for a while longer.

“The first shot is … Daddy, it’s Tammy … nude … and she’s walking down their upstairs hallway with Doug—that’s their oldest son—and he doesn’t have anything on either, Daddy!” She paused. 

“It’s from the back, exactly like the first one Stacey sent Wendy of me and Curtis walking down the hall. Daddy, I can see their wall clock—I’ve seen it a thousand times in their house—and the time on it is just a few minutes ago!” Joanne inhaled shakily.

“And the second picture is Doug standing at the head of their stairs with a hard-on, and looking down the stairs smiling at … whatever,” Joanne continued.

“Doug is looking hot, hot, hot!” remarked Julie in the background. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

“Son of a…,” Joanne breathed. “Daddy, the third is one looking right at Doug, or another boy, with a hard-on … and there’s a little hand touching him right on his hipbone!”

“That’s Wendy’s hand,” Stacey offered.

“You sure?” Grandpa Jack demanded.

“Seen it a zillion times, Grandpa … it’s her!”

“Well, well, well … I think the ante has just been raised, by golly!” Grandpa Jack mused. “What I think,” Grandpa Jack remarked after a moment, “…is that Mr. Phil and Mrs. Tammy Braxton have seen something in the way your family interacts, Joanne … something that would fit in well with how their family interacts with each other.” He let that lay for a moment.

“And, I think, their kids sexually oriented remarks to your kids were all messages they were sending to you and Grady—they’re waving flags over there, trying to get your attention … and the flags are saying ‘Here we are … wanta come out and play…? I think they’ve been knocking on your door for some time now … wondering if you’re open to some inter-family, in addition to intra-family fun and games.”

“Me too, Daddy—that’s what I think,” Joanne said excitedly. She waited for a second.

“Stacey, send what I say to Wendy, okay?” Joanne said, taking charge.

“K….”

“First, say,

	‘doug super scrumptious
	talking with Julie + Curtis
	remembering talking about scrumptious things’

“Got it….”

“Okay … now tell her thanks for giving you that … call it a toy … that helped you get ready to play … okay … type this, ‘pok  er’ … yeah, just like that—leave spaces there—
… with your grandfather … okay, show me what you have.

	‘doug super scrumptious 2
	talking with Julie + Curtis
	remembering talking about scrumptious things’
	wendy--thks for the toy you gave me back in the day
	it helped when I was getting ready to play pok  er with my granddad
	and thks for telling me what guys like on underside, k?’

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Good going, honey—nice wording … doesn’t say too much, but I think the meaning gets across…,” Joanne complimented her daughter. “Send it!” she commanded.

Ding! Someone over there was right on top of things.

“Wendy says…,”

	‘yr welcome … you play pok er with your g-father and brother?’

“Ahhhhhhh,” Joanne purred. “They got the “poke her” thing. Cool!!” There was a short silence.

“Daddy, Stacey sent Wendy this…,” Joanne relayed to her father.

	‘yep and dad 2
	you?’

“Okay … while we wait,” Joanne said when there was no immediate response, “send her this,”

	‘curtis says tell alan not pears, big snowballs and pinky red cherries on top
	’tell cliff curtis would never tell on barbie doll—ever!’

“Got it…!” Stacey reported. She paused. “Sent!”

“Now, say…,”

	‘Julie says football games R cool
	trading quarterbacks awesome’

Stacey and Julie giggled in unison.

“And say this, Stacey…,”

	‘scrumptious sons are so cuddly under right circumstances
	They warm a mother inside 2, right?’

“Don’t get too spicy, there, sugar,” Grandpa Jack recommended. He couldn’t help himself. “Mrs. Tammy said something to you too?” he asked interestedly.

“I’m not too far out there, Dad. Sons warm a mother’s heart, right? Who knows why I used those words when I really meant that…,” Joanne shot back impatiently. “Yeah, she said something to the effect she loves to have all her sons around her … in her arms and all around … something like that!”

“Ah … gotcha!” he replied.

Stacey’s android tablet beeped.

“Daddy,” Joanne replied excitedly. “We already got a reply … it says….”

	‘we play pok  er all the time too
	 we need 2 talk about brothers and sisters and sons and dads playing pok  er’

“It’s got to be Tammy sittin’ there with Wendy and telling her what to say, Dad….”

“Yep!” Grandpa Jack said, agreeing with his daughter. “Well … there you are,” Grandpa Jack commented. “What’re you going to tell her?”

“Already did, Dad,” Joanne replied. “We sent her a text that says,

	‘Want 2 play pok  er soon?’

Another electronic tone interrupted over the long distance connection. There was a tiny pause.

“Daddy!” Joanne said breathlessly. “This one says…,”

	‘pok  er playing families should get together this afternoon for long tournament’

“Stacey, send this…,”

	‘ditto
	have 2 call dad
	later’

“Okay—done, Mom.”

“Joanne reported laughed heartily. “My God, Dad, it’s really happening!!”

“I think it really is,” Grandpa Jack replied. “I sure wish I was there with y’all,” he added. “If I’ve ever heard of a party about to happen, this has got to be it!”

“I wish you were here too, Daddy,” Joanne said. “But I’m sure we’ll all get together sometime…,” she said distractedly. “…Daddy, I got to go … I need to call Grady and….”

Music from a Broadway play interrupted Joanne. It was the ring tone for her smartphone.

“Hello?”

“Oh, strange that you should call, Grady….” Joanne said. “I’m putting you on speaker, okay? Daddy and I were talking on our decoder rings, and we’re on speaker too.”

“Hi, Dad,” Grandpa Jack’s son-in-law said cheerfully. “Ahhhhh … some really cool things bubbling up today, huh?”

“Sounds like!” Grandpa Jack replied.

“Yessir!” Grady shot back. “Take my word for it!”

“Joanne, Phil and I are taking off the rest of the day … and the rest a’ the week too, ‘cause … just ‘cause we’re the bosses and we can! And we’re invited over to the Braxtons this afternoon for a … visit; he says we’ll grill some steaks and enjoy a totally scrumptious meal while we play poker—how ‘bout that?”

“Sounds like a plan, sugar,” Joanne replied enthusiastically. 

“You bet!” Grady said. “Phil says I should go home with him and you’uns hurry on over whenever you can!”

“Uh … and honey…?” he continued, “Phil says there will be tons of photo ops … so will you please bring the digital camcorder this time??”

“Honestly, Grady!!” Joanne laughed. She considered her husband’s request. 

“…Okay—I will!” she said. “Gotta go, honey … the kids and me are getting in the shower.”

Then she cut the connection with Grady on her smartphone.

“I gotta go, Dad,” Joanne said hurriedly. “I’ll let you know how everything turns out, okay?”

“Heck … I want some of those pictures Grady is talkin’ about!” Grandpa Jack replied.

There was a pause. “Okay…,” Joanne replied naughtily. “But I want to see some of you and Becky’s tribe too, when we can get together for some DVD exchanging, hear?”

“It’s a deal!” Grandpa Jack said.

He punched the disconnect button and began dismantling the throw-away cell phone. There were several hours of air time left on the card, but he and his daughters had agreed they’d only use a cell phone once … and then they’d dispose of it in pieces in random dumpsters. 

♀♂♀

"They got it on with them that afternoon … just an hour later?" Brett’s voice was incredulous. "And also, Phil and Grady are going to start working on moving their whole company down by us?"

"Be down there next week to 'reconnoiter the situation', from what Joanne said," Grandpa Jack replied contentedly. "I made the calls, got them a foot in the door with a couple business addresses and a small factory location they’ll need—the rest is up to them." Grandpa Jack shrugged. "It'll be a good move for them ... better tax situation, lower supply costs, lower cost of living in the area. The employees they have now should appreciate that, if they're willing to pull their roots up and move along with the Grady and Phil’s families."

"Phil's family is okay with the idea of moving too?" Brett asked interestedly.

"Well … Joanne and the kids, and Grady too, kind of want this whole family thing to keep on going, and when we told them about the big group out at the Campground, it just made them all the more interested in such things. Then, I gather Joanne's family and Phil’s are already kinda 'best friends forever' with each other," Grandpa Jack replied. "And this new bond just reinforces that."

Brett nodded. “That would do it!”

“And now the Braxtons know about the Campground too. It looks like everyone’s imagination has been fired up to a fair thee well!” Grandpa Jack concluded.

“Ain’t it wunnerful!!!?” Grandpa Jack grinned contentedly.

♂♀♂

“Sooooo, you were afraid this ‘Sandy’ person was going to steal Daddy away from you by having sex with him in spite of her being married and the only way you could think of to keep Daddy safe was to fuck him yourself…? Have I got that right?” 

Rebecca McPherson was up on her elbow and talking to her sister, Candy across Grandpa Jack’s bare chest. They were all three naked on the big bed in the RV, having decided to spend the Winston’s last night at Becky’s out here with their father. The twins and Becky’s girls were keeping the guys entertained in the house.

“Well, I didn’t … I mean … you don’t understand … she made me think … oh, hell, you just had to be there!” Candy protested.

“I wish I had been,” Becky said sincerely. “It must have been one heck of an afternoon, from what you’re telling me,” she added. “Whew!” She grinned happily.

“Sandy engineered that whole intervention thing for Candace,” Grandpa Jack told Becky, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. “Made my darling oldest daughter remember some really naughty things she’d wanted to do since when she was young, and the intervention brought them right back into the forefront of her mind—and it all made her into the ‘Candy’ girl we all know and love today.”

“I do like me,” Candy purred. “I get laid a lot more, I sleep real good, and my horizons have opened up tremendously!”

The trio, a father and his two daughters, chuckled together.

“And you!” Becky said, addressing her father. “You got seduced by two eight-year-old girls into having sex with them? You really want us to believe that?”

“…Started the summer they were seven,” Grandpa Jack replied blandly. “They kept wanting to be tickled and took every chance they could to roughhouse with me. One or the other would take off from across the room and run at me sittin’ on the floor, just so I could catch hold of her in my arms and wrestle her down onto the carpet beside me.”

“And then, when we went to the pool for a swim, they were always of top of me, squealing and carrying on, pretending they were afraid of the water and wanting to hang on to me, wrapping their legs around my waist and plastering themselves against me….” Grandpa Jack said with a smile, remembering his twin granddaughters when they were small. “And it seemed like they were on a mission to see me without my clothes on … they were forever tryin’ to sneak into the bathroom when I was taking a shower or wantin’ to get in bed with me….”

“Then one day, Alicia trapped my forearm in her crotch; I’m pretty sure the first time, it was accidental, but from that day forward, those two little girls wouldn’t be satisfied until they were rubbing themselves against me somewhere on my body,” Grandpa Jack told Becky.

“And you let them, didn’t you?” Becky demanded mockingly. “You let them have their way with you….”

“I did!” Grandpa Jack admitted with a grin. “By the end of that summer, whenever we watched a TV show or something together, they’d pick up one of my hands and deposit it between their thighs … got pissed off whenever I took a drink or grabbed a potato chip or anything else!” He laughed quietly.

“The next summer, they were grown up eight-year-olds and they were determined to start up where they’d left off … except they decided they’d do it naked this year … took their clothes off when they got in the door and didn’t put them on again ‘til we had to go out for groceries or something,” Grandpa Jack avowed. “Serious as a heart attack,” he added when Becky looked at him suspiciously.

“Then, about a week in to their visit with me, they let me know they knew from school that kids were supposed to tell someone, like teachers or parents … or the cops … if they were being ‘abused’. They told me they absolutely were going to tell someone I was being naughty with them if I didn’t be naughty with them … and they wanted to sleep with me under the covers all naked and stuff.”

“Awwwww, poor Grandpa,” Becky sympathized. “Seduced and blackmailed into lust by a couple of eight-year-old hussies, eh?” She chortled. “You must have been miserable….”

“Nah … I gave in real quick and let myself enjoy it all,” Grandpa Jack replied laconically. “I was convinced they weren’t just trying to get attention or felt like they had to do it to keep my affection or something weird like that. I’d been afraid it was something I’d communicated unconsciously or by misinterpreting something I said or did. But then I realized they really liked the physical contact and they just smiled all over themselves when they managed to get skin on skin and rub themselves against me … and stuff like that.” He paused for a moment. “I did give in awful quick,” he admitted. “But it’s turned out okay.”

 “We went from rubbing, to fingering, to oral … and then to shallow penetrations over the last three weeks of their stay,” Grandpa Jack said. “And you never saw two better behaved—and awfully happy—little campers. They never argued amongst themselves, they were polite, they helped with getting dinner on the table and washing dishes … anything and everything they could to get things done quicker so we could get back to experimenting that much sooner.”

“And the last three days they were there, they wanted as much of my dick inside them as they could stuff in there … so that’s what we did!” Grandpa Jack sighed. He could still recall the almost frantic explorations, accommodations, and discussions … and the breathtaking excitement of those early days.

“The next year, they were nine, and when I met up with Brett and Candy to pick the girls up, the twins were ready. When their parents left, they made me open up the trunk and get out some little carrying cases they had. They went and changed inside the restaurant and came out in gauzy tops, short, short miniskirts, and some little high heels they’d talked their mother into buying. They pranced out to the car like they were dancing down a model’s runway … there were a lot of guys watching them and I was fit to be tied. I was sure the sheriff was going to tap me on the shoulder in about three seconds, but we got away clean. We hadn’t gone a mile down the road when they showed me they weren’t wearing any panties! I … about … died!” Grandpa Jack avowed, smiling at the memory.

“But we got home alright, the twins got naked right inside the door and took me by the hands and led me to the bedroom … and well … away we went!!”

“Incredible!” Becky mumbled. She put her cheek on her father’s chest and listened to his heart beat for a moment. “And you never suspected a thing?” she asked her sister.

Candy shook her head. “They were sneaky little devils,” she remarked, “and maybe Brett and I weren’t watching close enough—but we just never had a clue!”

“I forgave Dad for corrupting my innocent young daughters the second he rammed his dick in my cunt,” she told Becky. “I didn’t have a shred of credibility since it was evident I couldn’t resist my very own Daddy’s cock either; I guess it was just a matter of time before we all started having sex—kind of like … fate … you know?”

“Besides,” Candy added, “…while Dad was fucking me for the first time, one of the twins came into the bedroom, and we had some girl-on-girl sex … while the other one was downstairs fucking her father for the first time. It all worked out!” she said, grinning. “No doubts, no guilts, no regrets!”

Becky put her head on her father’s lower belly for a moment and took his prick in her mouth. She sucked on it for a moment, swirled her tongue all around the mushroom-shaped head, and sucked some more.

“Bobbi Jo, even when she was a tiny thing, would always grab at herself when we changed her diaper,” Becky explained, coming back up on her elbow and letting Grandpa Jack’s penis slip from her lips. “By the time she was eleven months old, Kirby and I were used to it, and we thought it was cute. Uh … then one day, I was playing with her while I changed her diaper and she was all clean and sweet smelling … and she was smiling and touching herself … and I bent to kiss her belly and blow a raspberry on her belly … you know?”

Becky shrugged. “I missed … I kissed her little pussy, and Bobbi Jo stopped absolutely still … she didn’t move ‘til I lifted my head back up; then she clouded up and got ready to start wailing. So I did it again, deliberately this time—and she loved it! She wanted me to do it every time I changed her diaper, or I gave her a bath, or … whenever.”

“And I did…,” Becky told them. “…Don’t know why, but I didn’t have a problem giving my little girl pleasure like that.”

“A week or two later, Kirby caught me licking Bobbi Jo’s tiny little slit…”

“Rut-row!” Grandpa Jack murmured.

“Well … no, ‘cause he’d discovered the same thing about our baby, and he was doing it himself. She’d get quiet and there would be this beatific smile on her face….”

“So we just kept it up; before long we had Judy … and then Bryan came along. Kirby and I gave Judy same attention we’d been giving Bobbi Jo—didn’t see any reason to stop—and I started sucking Bryan’s little stub of a penis with my lips too. Kirby doubled down on doing stuff with the girls … licking them whenever they wanted and we went on that way for a while. Then, one day, Bobbi Jo was doing some exploring while Kirby was kissing Judy’s puss … and she discovered Kirby’s dick. Not only that, she found out her Daddy liked it when she licked it … she got her first facial right then and there, if you can believe that. Kirby was already aroused, playing around with them, and when Bobbi Jo sucked on the end of his cock, he just exploded all over her face—she thought it was funny!”

“Damn!” Grandpa Jack whispered.

“And ever since, we’ve just stayed with it,” Becky added. “We got them to exploring with each other, then started doing everything as a family. When I got pregnant with Dwight, Bobbi Jo was right there in the bed with Kirby and me … she used her hand to guide Kirby inside me and kept smacking her father’s butt, trying to make him go deeper and faster….”

“Son of a gun,” Grandpa Jack breathed. “That must have been so hot!”

“It was!” Becky assured him. “Kirby must have pumped a quart of cum in me that night … and still had enough for all the girls to suck some out of him later on….”

Without asking, or warning him of what she was going to do, Candy levered herself up, squatted down on her father’s face and waited for her father’s tongue to start doing its magic. “You fuck him, Becky,” she told her sister, pointing behind her. “When we get off, we’ll switch and do ‘im again, okay?”

It was okay with her sister, and okay with Grandpa Jack too.

♀♂♀

A little while after the sisters fell away from their father, they all heard a car door close, an engine start up and a vehicle accelerate slowly away.

“Probably Travis—sounded like his car, ” Becky ventured. “He might’ve gotten some bad news about his girls or something … he takes a drive to get his head straight when that happens. He misses them something terrible.”

“Poor guy,” Grandpa Jack said sympathetically. He remembered his own family court troubles when his ex and he were contesting custody of his four daughters. “Tell us about Travis and his daughters,” he suggested.

“I can show you, if you want,” Becky offered. “You have those DVD’s of all our movies Kirby gave you?”

“We loaded them on the hard drive,” Grandpa Jack replied. He pointed a remote at the HD screen on the bedroom wall and pressed a button. After a moment spent providing passwords and selecting options, he was scrolling down a list of video files. Becky had him stop at the last one in the ‘Trav and Girls’ folder.

The last video opened with Travis sitting nude on the McPherson living room sofa with two cute, equally nude, young girls. They were cuddling; the girls were hugging and kissing their father hungrily.

The scene changed. The two nude girls were sitting at their father’s side, every square inch of their sides touching something on their father’s body. They were apparently engrossed with watching something on TV; their eyes never left it. The girls could be seen putting their hands in a large bowl of popcorn positioned on their father’s lap and stuffing the popcorn in their mouths.

They fed their father some every once in a while, since his arms were around the little girls’ shoulders and he couldn’t reach the bowl. From time to time, the girls would apparently sop up some little girl pussy juices with handfuls of popcorn and convey the soaked morsels to their father’s mouth. Travis happily accepted the offerings, visibly enjoying the taste and asking for more. The girls happily obliged … and soon the TV that was still out of sight was forgotten in favor of doing nothing but feeding their father pussy popcorn.

“That’s April on Travis’ right—she’s seven—and Jodie is on his left … she’s six,” Becky said identifying the girls for her sister and father. 

“Awwww, they’re adorable,” Candy cooed. “And they really love their Daddy, don’t they?”

“And he loves them,” Becky replied. She took the remote from her Dad’s hand and found the fast forward button. After a minute or two of racing through the video, she put the system in the play mode.

Clearly, the two little girls also loved cock.

In the new scene, little April was sitting on her Uncle Kirby’s lap, leaning back against Kirby’s chest and grinning into the camera lens. Jodi was on her father’s lap just as April was and smiling just as broadly. The girls had one hand between their legs and were holding the men’s penises with the other; the girls were slowly masturbating the guys … quite expertly.

The two girls looked more like twins than sisters born well apart; both wore their brunette hair short, divided in the middle, and hanging down to just below their ears. They had cute, round little faces with dark, flashing eyes, pert noses, and surprisingly soft lips. Where breasts would some day bud, the girls had pale brown aureolas about the size of nickels. A tiny BB of a nipple rose no more above their chest than the thickness of a couple of those nickels.

If the girls knew how to tap dance, either one could have stepped into a Shirley Temple movie where they could have substituted quite nicely in place of the 1930’s little-girl lover’s sex goddess. April and Jodi were both firmly plump, beautifully so, with no flare at the hips to speak of, but they had well-rounded little butts and shapely little legs.

Moments after the video started, the girls put their legs together on the men’s laps, capturing each man’s penis between their satin-smooth thighs and bald pussies. April and Jodi grinned toothily at the camera and began undulating at the waist, thrusting forward and then drawing their groins back. The motion had the effect of dragging the men’s pricks along the short length of the little girls’ slits and back again. The girls’ grins widened as they continued their licentious play with the grown men; all four of them were having a wonderfully exciting time. 

Eventually, the girls glanced at each other and apparently arrived at a mutual decision. They stood over their adult male’s hips, scooted back until their butt cheeks were in each man’s face … and began lowering themselves down to the men’s jutting cocks. 

Each girl’s hairless little slit looked like two lobes of a peach, so tightly squeezed together a piece of paper couldn’t be slipped between the lips. On the other hand … each girl’s pussy was glistening in the light. Something was dribbling out to coat each girl’s outer labia and mix with adult male pre-cum. April and Jodi slipped a finger inside their pussy and wiggled it around … then parted their slits with their tiny fingers and continued to lower their groins toward the men’s bodies.

“No way…,” Grandpa Jack breathed. “Oh … my … God!” he whispered. “They can’t possibly…!”

“They think they can, Daddy…,” Becky said cheerfully. “You just watch!”

“Pause!” Grandpa Jack called out. “PAUSE … PAUSE … PA—“

When Becky finally thumbed the pause button, Grandpa Jack scrambled over Candy’s body and came down on the edge of the bed. “Move over, honey!” he commanded. Candy complied quickly, scooting into the middle of the bed where Grandpa Jack’d just been.

“Scoot down … scoot down,” Becky complained, pointing for her sister to scoot her body down closer to the foot of the bed. Becky had seen what her father was up to and wanted in on the action. When Candy finished worming her way toward the end of the bed, enough space had opened up for Becky to get into a sixty-nine position with her sister. 

“You won’t be able to see!” Candy remarked. 

“I’ve already seen it a dozen times,” Becky replied. “You look at it and lick my pussy, okay? “ Becky cocked one leg in the air and flattened the other on the mattress so her big sister could look between Becky’s legs at the wall-mounted HDTV.

Candy lay back against Grandpa Jack and put her left foot down behind her father’s buttocks. With her body thus opened up, Grandpa Jack guided his penis between his daughter’s pussy lips; he shoved his cock home deep inside her cunt. Candy groaned, loving the feeling of her dad’s organ driving into her, separating the walls of her vagina and bottoming out in one forceful plunge. An instant later, Becky’s face was buried in Candy’s groin and she was licking the underside of her father’s cock shaft where it disappeared inside Candy’s pussy.

“ ‘Play’ , please,” Grandpa Jack asked. “Somebody press ‘PLAY’….”

“What the heck do you think we’re doing?” Candy had enough presence of mind to joke back, but she found the remote on the bed and did as her father requested.

On screen, April and Jodi positioned their feet on the outside of their chosen man’s hips and were squatting, looking between their own legs and aiming their immature pussies at the tips of the men’s cocks. Tossing serene glances every once in a while toward the camera recording the action, the girls continued to descend until Kirby and Travis’ cock tips touched the girls’ ultra-tight labia. 

The girls made some tiny adjustments, handling the men’s organs familiarly, settled their feet on the sofa … and slowly introduced the men’s penises inside their pussy lips. They waggled the prick heads around for a moment between their labia and then eased the cocks through the hymens covering the entrance to their small vaginas. Then, very, very slowly, they slowly lowered themselves, impaling themselves on the two men’s cocks.

It looked impossible. Travis’ and Kirby’s cocks were obscenely huge in comparison to the girls’ tiny slits. It wasn’t done quickly; the scene took on a delicious, slow-motion, feel, with the men’s cocks sinking ever-so-slowly deeper and deeper into the girl’s bodies. April and Jodi’s bald pussy lips bulged lewdly as the cocks inside them probed further inside the little girls. 

Within a few seconds of each other, the girls stopped lowering themselves. They looked down at themselves, then bent almost double to assess the depth to which they’d taken the invading penises. The camera lens zoomed in until April’s tender pussy filled the frame. April bent at the waist, looking down at her pussy and the prurient view she had of her Uncle Kirby’s penis lodged deep inside her. April wriggled her hips slightly … to see if she could wedge just a little bit more cock inside her. The camera caught droplets of baby-girl nectar being squeezed out to coat her Uncle Kirby’s cock shaft with a sticky/slick sheen. When she finished, April had taken her uncle a very respectable distance inside her.

The camera pulled back and tracked over to Jodi. The focus tightened down to the six-year-old’s pussy. Jodi’s head was bent forward, like her sister, and was watching her father’s cock as it slowly skewered her hairless pussy. She squirmed around a little, eliciting a heartfelt moan of delirious joy from her father. The exquisite pleasure his little daughter’s movement aroused in Travis’ penis made him hunch his hips minutely up, driving his cock a tiny increment deeper into Jodi’s immature cunt. The girl squealed delightedly and wriggled again, just to see how much more cock she could take inside her.

When they were each satisfied with the depths to which the grown men were stabbing inside their own tiny bodies, April and Jodi leaned over to inspect each other’s accomplishments. They nodded their satisfaction to each other and readied themselves for the next stage in the taboo, carnal act in which they were involved. Travis and Kirby put both of their palms under the girls’ firmly rounded butt cheeks to help the girls rise and fall on their cocks … the girls’ legs just weren’t strong enough to do that for very long.

Every time one of the men’s cock slid wetly out of a bald young pussy, it siphoned out a new flood of little-girl syrup that trickled down a cockshaft and pooling over his balls and groin. Every time one of their cocks drove inward, the comparatively huge cockhead made the tiny girl’s underbelly and pussy lips bulge obscenely. The cocks drove into the young girls’ bodies like pistons into a tight cylinder. The tightness made the men groan aloud with every stroke and the microphones connected to the camera picked each squish and every sucking squelch from the girls’ cunts. 

“Sweet Jesus!” Grandpa Jack breathed. Braced up on one elbow behind Candy’s body, he was thrusting deeply into his daughter’s cunt, his groin slapping into her beautifully rounded, firm buttocks with each power drive. “I just don’t believe girls that age can….”

But they could, and did, enthusiastically.

April and Jodi, with the assistance of the men’s hands under their butts, rose and fell happily over Travis’ and Kirby’s cocks with blissful grins on their faces. Travis and Kirby were looking over their respective girl’s shoulder, smiling beatifically all around. Whenever their eyes caught the camera lens videoing their taboo couplings, the two men grinned all the broader. Fucking the two little girls was something they would remember for all their lives. 

As April’s and Jodie’s bodies accustomed themselves to the cocks drilling into their young vaginas, the girls accelerated their bouncing up and down and even managed slightly deeper plunges. After what seemed like forever, the two young girls shuddered their way through some very mature looking orgasms. When their vaginas began to ripple with uncontrollable contractions, both men groaned and emptied their balls into the little girls’ cunts. Their cum splashed the girls’ vagina walls and washed back over the men’s cockshafts to be squeegeed out by the men’s cockheads. 

When the girls finally pulled off the men, Kirby and Travis’ pricks were coated with a foamy mixture of their own cum and thick little-girl pussy honey. The girls smiled tiredly at the camera; they sank back against the men’s chests and closed their eyes for a well-deserved nap.

Grandpa Jack couldn’t hold back any longer. He jammed his cock as deep as he could into Candy’s volcanically hot sheath and pumped a thick geyser of incestuous cum into her.

“AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” he roared.

Candy felt the waves of hot magma squirting in her vagina and let it trigger her own orgasm. For a long moment, her head was craned up toward the ceiling. Her eyes were shut tight, her lips clamped tight in a rictus of unrestrained joy at receiving her father’s taboo sperm inside her. She fell back against her father, exhausted as the two little girls were on the screen, and relaxed with her left foot still plastered against her dad’s buttocks.

Candy looked down at her sister. Becky had stopped lapping at Candy’s pussy.

“My Daddy just fucked me gooooooood,” Candy cooed happily.

Becky lay back on the bed, splaying her legs out invitingly. “Cool! And now Daddy’s gonna fuck me!” she declared. She made a ‘come on’ gesture to her father. “Daddy…?”

Grandpa Jack was already scrambling from behind Candy, rolling over her on his ands and toes while Candy rolled under him to where her father had lain. If they’d choreographed the move, it couldn’t have been better done. Positioning himself between his other daughter’s creamy thighs, Grandpa Jack sank his cock deep in the woman’s steaming cunt.

In seconds, father and daughter were rocking their way to another forbidden climax…. 

♂♀♂

“So … Travis’ problems with his ex and visitation rights and stuff … does that have something to do with what we just saw?” Grandpa Jack asked his daughter, Becky a while later.

“Oh, no!” Becky replied quickly. “In fact, Marilee was also involved with the girls for the longest time, according to Travis—that was before Travis found out what we were doing behind closed doors. Travis used to have video and pictures of Marilee eating the girls’ pussies … and of her having sex with her baby brother too. Marilee thinks he still has those pics and tapes. She believes if she ever made an allegation in court, Travis could trot out those pics and ruin everything she has going for her.” Becky paused.

“On the other hand, if Travis ever did put those incriminating pictures out there, Marilee’d have nothing to lose. She’d swear Travis was ‘abusing’ the girls—there’d have to be a medical examination—and it would show everything,” Becky said gloomily.

“Even if Kirby and I came away without being hauled into court ourselves, Travis would be. And then April and Jodi would lose both their parents just as surely as if one murdered the other and then went to jail.”

Becky cuddled against her father’s broad chest and patted it familiarly. “It’s like mutually assured destruction … if either one of them gets a wild hair up their butt, both parents go down,” she concluded.

“But Travis—when he saw how vulnerable Kirby and I were in all this—destroyed the videos and pics so they wouldn’t be discovered accidentally … and so he’d never be tempted.” Becky twirled her fingers in her dad’s chest hair.

“None of us understand what’s going on. Travis has a really good job and with his apartment, he could easily make a home for the girls on the days and weeks he should be getting his visitation rights, but the judge just doesn’t see it that way. Every time Marilee’s lawyer makes a comment about Travis, the judge takes it as gospel, and restricts Travis’ rights even more. And pretty soon, Travis’ child support and spousal support payments are going to be too much for any man to take … but the judge just keeps piling on….”

Outside, an automobile drove up, parked; the engine was turned off. A car door opened, then quietly closed; the night was quiet again.

“I guess Travis is back,” Becky said despondently.

“Damn,” Grandpa Jack remarked under his breath. His own divorce had been a contentious one, and he knew many of the things that had been alleged against him. Many of the tactics his ex’s lawyer had used had been blatantly unfair, immoral, and … at best … borderline illegal. He sympathized with young Mr. Travis McPherson—a lot!

“Ought to be somethin’ could be done here…,” he said musingly.

“Daddy…?” Candy said haltingly. “I … uh … I know Becky and I told you we wanted to spend the night with you, since we’re leaving tomorrow…. But would you be terribly mad at us if we went in and…?”

“Spent a little time raising Travis’ spirits…?” Grandpa Jack suggested.

Candy nodded.

“Nah, I wouldn’t mind,” he replied. “We’ve had some ‘quality’ time together tonight already, and young Mr. Travis could probably use a little of your special attention … but I think you both might take the time for a nice hot shower,” he hinted.

His two long-legged, big breasted, daughters took their shower … together … and then pranced out the RV’s door and down the steps stark naked. The night was dark and the shadows deep, but the women didn’t really mind if anyone saw them. After the past two weeks, they were indifferent to voyeurs.

A little while later, all the McPherson girl-children presented their thumbprints to the bus’ security system and danced naked up the steps into the RV’s living area. Bobbi Jo, Judy, and little Faye stayed with their grandfather the rest of the night, dutifully making sure their grandpa wasn’t ‘lonely’, just as their mother had admonished them to do….

That left Alicia and Carrie alone with their father, their uncle, and two boy cousins to take care of, but they didn’t complain. After a night of being double-teamed and even triple-teamed by the guys, the twins were limp as wet noodles the next morning—limp, but utterly content with life.

♂♀♂

End of PART 2 (of three parts) of Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip

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The Erotic Novels in the ‘The Grandpa Jack And The Twins’ Saga:

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
Grandpa Jack And The Twins … On Honeymoon (forthcoming)

Book 1, Grandpa Jack And The Twins Hook Up, is the story of how Jack Cartwright and his twin granddaughters meet another family interested in family sex.

Book 2, Grandpa Jack And The Twins Go Camping, is the account of Grandpa Jack Cartwright, his granddaughters, and the family they just met, spend time together at a remote campground.

Book 3, Grandpa Jack And The Twins … And Mommies And Daddies, tells the story of how the twins bring their parents into the family sex lifestyle, along with other parents.

Book 4, Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip, relates what happens to Grandpa Jack, the twins, and the twins’ parents when they take a road trip to visit Grandpa Jack’s other three daughters.