Ocean’s Edge – The Tides

She whimpered slightly as she nodded.

“Take your panties off and sit on the island while you do that,” I told her.

She stared at me in disbelief.

“Go ahead, it will be easier than standing, I think.”

She pulled her hand from her panties and pushed them down until they mingled with the shorts already on the floor. She looked to both sides of her before lifting herself onto the counter. She watched me apprehensively as I walked around to the other side of the island.

“Lay on your back with your head near me.”

She looked behind her and gently laid on the hard granite counter top.

“Continue what you were doing,” I said as I watched her hand drift between her legs again. “Did you watch the whole thing or just the beginning?”

“The whole thing. I came in here when I saw Mom get up.”

“Were you able to see Aunt Brandie cum twice?”

Hannah’s body twitched and she let out a quiet moan.

“Your Mom had never been with another woman before today. Your Aunt was her first.”

She briefly opened her eyes to look up at me.

“Aunt Brandie has been with a couple women before, but it’s been a long time. She’s probably showing your Mom right now what it’s like to get her pussy eaten by another woman.”

I looked down at Hannah and watched her other hand begin to fondle her tits. I took her hand and moved it away, replacing it with mine.

“Your Mom’s legs are probably open wide as she lay on her back. Aunt Brandie is probably between them, suckling at her clit while she fingers your Mom.”

“Mom is probably playing with her nipples. I like to do that,” she whispered between deep breaths.

I gently pinched of her nipples. “Like that?” I asked.

“Harder,” she whimpered.

I knew what she wanted but I played dumb. I squeezed her nipple through her shirt only slightly harder than I did before.

“Like that?”

“No,” she said frustrated, “harder!”

She was fingering herself as she waited for me to give her what she desperately wanted. I cupped her entire breast in my hand and squeezed it as my fingers came closer together, releasing the fleshy globe but trapping her nipple between them. I squeezed harder before positioning it between my thumb and forefinger. I pinched harder and pulled.

“Is this what you like?” I asked as I leaned closer to her head.

“Yes!” she hissed.

“I bet your mother has already cum at least once. Are you close?”

Her eyes were shut tight. One hand was holding her labia open while the other circled her clit or dipped into her vagina. She nodded slightly.

“I wonder if my wife will keep going after she makes your mother cum. Speaking of which, does James eat your pussy or does he just shove his cock in you?”

Her eyes flew open and stared into mine.

“I’m going to cum, Uncle Frank!”

“Not until you answer me, Hannah. Does he put his tongue on your pussy or does he just fuck you?”

She put her feet up on the counter and opened her legs wider. I could see them begin to shake.

“Don’t you cum until you answer me, little girl.”

“He… fucks me,” she responded as best she could.

“That’s a shame. I guess I’ll have to take care of what he can’t,” I said, hoping it would be the fuel she needed blow the dam inside her. To my gratification, it was.

She slammed her knees together and rolled slightly to one side.

“I’m,” she squeaked, “coming, Uncle Frank.”

“Let it go, Hannah,” I whispered into her ear.

I rose back up and rested against the counter opposite of where I was. I watched her writhe in passion on the island counter as her body shook. She finally released the tension in her muscles and fell limp while breathing heavily. She opened her eyes and looked up, then quickly looked around to see if I walked away. She saw me still standing there and gawked at me.

“That was nice,” I said dumbly, “but you should probably clean up the counter. We’ll be serving food there in the morning, I imagine.”

She continued staring at me. I couldn’t tell by the look on her face if she was trying to gauge my interest in her or if she was wishing me to leave.

“Maybe next time there will be less words and more action,” I said as I began to walk away.

Before turning into the next room, I looked back at her. She was still following me with her eyes but had a smile on her face that told me she was looking forward to our next encounter. It was time, though, to check on the girls.

I made my way upstairs looked in the direction of the master bedroom. The door was closed and there didn’t appear to be a light on. I assumed they were in the room Brandie and I were occupying but when I went in, there was no one there. I decided to let the girls have their fun alone and see what the next day would bring.

 

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Chapter Four

 

 

Day Two: Change Begins

 

 

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When I woke the following day, Brandie was lying beside me. She was lying flat on her stomach with only a small patch of the sheet covering her leg. I turned and faced her, running my hand over the soft skin that covered her body. I gently touched her ass and squeezed a single cheek.

“Mmmm,” she moaned quietly.

I kissed her back softly, “Have a fun night?”

She rolled over, exposing her breasts to me. “That woman is insatiable,” she groaned, still waking up.

“I wouldn’t have thought so, she seemed so timid about the whole thing,” I said.

“Me too, and I intended to only give her what she gave me, but she wanted more.”

“Want to tell me about it?” I asked as I continued rubbing her back.

“Want to fuck me while I do? Orgasms are great and all, but it’s time for a nice hard cock like yours to be the thing that does it for me.”

She didn’t need to ask me twice. My hand drifted down her back, over her ass and between her legs. I massaged her pussy and got her wet as she began to spill the beans.

“It started as I intended. I wanted to show her what it was like to receive what she gave me.”

“Just like I told Hannah you were doing,” I thought.

I mounted my wife, placing my knees on either side of her hips and guided my cock into her now wet pussy.

“Ahhhh,” she breathed out. “I wish I had that as well last night, babe. Anyhow, she responded to everything I did. She enjoyed it as much as any woman I’ve been with.”

I kept my hips pressed against her ass but made small motions in and out of her.

“When I thought we were done, she wanted to keep going. I was all about it at first, but it was like she couldn’t get enough.”

I kept fucking Brandie as I gave her some potential insight, “Maybe it’s because you were her first female lover?”

“Maybe. I think she watched too much lesbian porn and wanted to try everything last night. Well, guess what we did? Everything she’d ever, ever seen, I think. I can relate, though. My first time was awkward to start but as soon as I got comfortable, I never wanted it to end. The best way to do that is to keep doing new things.”

“Mmm Hmm,” I responded, allowing more of my cock to slide in and out of her.

“Enough of me telling stories. Keep fucking me and tell me what… or who you did last night. Though, if it was a who, I can guess who it might have been.”

I looked down at her face to see her smile at her own joke. She groaned loudly as I pushed into her as far as I could go.

“Well, when I came in, I caught Hannah masturbating in the kitchen.”

“Really?” she asked, very interested in that revelation.

“Yeah, it was pretty hot watching her. She was tugging at her nipples while she had her other hand between her legs. Her shorts were on the floor around her legs and her panties were pushed down just enough to accomplish her task. She wasn’t trying to hide the fact that she was in there getting off, but when I finally said something, she acted as if she was surprised anyone walked in.

“You watched her secretly before letting her know you were there?” She asked.

“Hell yeah, I did. I wanted to see if it was another show that was being put on for me like when I almost walked in on her and her brother fucking.”

“Creeper. Anyway, was it hot watching or did you join her?”

I continued to fuck Brandie as I told her the story of what transpired in the kitchen the night before. As I talked, I watched her hand slide between her and the mattress.

“I ended up suggesting that I would provide for her what her brother refused to.”

“What’s that?”

“It seems Mr. James doesn’t perform oral on her.”

“Oh?” Brandie said, sounding a little excited. “Do you plan on showing her what’s down that road?”

I pushed into my wife again, “I’ve got to assume she has experience with it, but maybe incestuous oral sex would give her a bit of a new high.”

“Do you want to fuck her, Frank?” she asked for the tenth time.

I thrust into her a few times before answering her question, “Yes, I want to fuck her. I want to fuck you, her and Angie.”

“Yes, baby. Keep fucking me. I wanted your cock all night last night. I nearly woke you when I got in bed so I could get some dick, but you looked peaceful sleeping. Plus, I think we both need to sleep while we can, so we have enough energy for the next day.”

I happily obliged. It was slow and steady but listening to her continue to talk about what transpired between her and Angie was bringing me closer and closer to cumming inside her.

“I liked being with her. I could see her doing something that totally turns me on and dragging her to the nearest private area.”

The only sound that echoed in the room was the sound of my dick going in and out of her pussy.

“…or maybe I would just finger her wherever we are,” she added.

That was all that needed to be said, I was going to cum. I fucked her at an increased pace, and she knew what was about to happen.

“Oh, fuck yes! I want you to cum all over my ass!” she said excitedly.

I pumped in an out of her quickly until I pulled my cock out at the last second. I grunted loudly as I felt my balls tighten and the first burst of cum begin traveling down my shaft. Finally, the first rope escaped the tip of my cock and splattered on her ass. She erupted in her first orgasm of the day the moment my cum hit her. I could see the tip of her fingers going to town on her pussy as she came.

I collapsed next to my wife and peppered her with kisses.

“Thanks for being my partner in this adventure, babe. I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. It’s pretty exciting.”

She turned her head toward me with a warm smile on her face, “You don’t have to thank me! I think I may have been more excited than you about this at times. This is so fun!”

After cleaning up, we both laid in bed for a while, talking about our vacation. We both agreed that it was going better than we initially imagined.

I got out of bed first and headed to the bathroom to shower while Brandie rested in bed a bit longer. The one we were supposed to use already had someone showering in it so, I went to the other one thinking someone was probably in that one, too. Oddly, it was not occupied which left me wondering why someone was using the one closest to our room. Regardless, I was happy to be able to get a hot shower.

I ran the water and began to get undressed. True to my luck, as soon as I was in the buff in front of the mirror, the door flung open and Hannah stood there in nothing but a towel looking like she was prepared to take a shower.

“Shit, sorry Uncle Frank. She looked me up and down completely before beginning to retreat into the hallway. Just as the door was about closed, she re-opened it slightly.

“Uncle Frank?” she inquired without looking in.

“Yeah?” I said, almost with a laugh.

I found it laughable that I had watched her get off on the island in the kitchen and even egged her on, and now she was timid about seeing me naked.

“Since we,” she paused, no doubt trying to draw up some courage to ask me something, “well, since I… Since you watched me masturbate last night, I don’t think we have a lot left to hide. I would really like a shower. Could I join you?”

I looked over at the hot running water and imagined the possibilities.

“Sure, why not. I guess it’s my turn to bare all, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she said with a nervous chuckle.

She slowly entered the room and looked me over again before dropping her towel. She stood silently in the middle of the bathroom, putting herself on display for me.

“Do you like seeing me like this better than the hot mess that you saw last night?”

I looked her over again and smiled widely, “I would say so. People found in compromising situations aren’t always found to be looking their best.”

“Allow me to change that,” she said. Her voice turned a little sultry as if she planned that encounter. She turned and moved toward the shower and stepped in. She had an amazing ass. I watched her step into the shower and allow the warm water to drench her hair and body.

“Nice ass,” I said as I continued to watch her.

She looked over her shoulder and stared at me as she turned her body and exposed her front to me once again. She spread her legs slightly as she adjusted the water to run over her body.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” she said, looking down my body.

I didn’t need to look down to know my cock was growing in response to the delightful dish I was watching perform in front of me. It felt weird watching her act like a Playboy model as she swayed her hips in the shower as she continued to lock eyes with me. I was still turned on, though.

I approached her on my own instead of waiting for her to invite me like a poorly acted, slow motion finger pull from a 1980’s movie. As soon as I was within her arm’s length, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

“You don’t know how close I was to fucking you last night,” I admitted to her.

She turned to face me and approached me just enough that her nipples touched my chest.

“You don’t know how fast I would have let you.”

I wasted no further time. I wrapped my arms around her and placed my hands on her ass, lifting her up and closer to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck until we were perfectly balanced. Then, without further discussion, she moved one hand between her legs and positioned my cock at her pussy before lowering herself onto it. She exhaled loudly as my cock opened her pussy wide. When I was completely inside her, she wiggled her butt and giggled at me.

As she began bouncing up and down on my cock, she provided another insight into her thoughts, “I’ve wanted this for a while, Uncle Frank.”

“How long?” I prodded.

“A long time ago. When we were teenagers, I heard you and Aunt Brandie having sex in your room one night when we stayed over.”

“What did you hear?” I asked. She ground her pussy down and into me as she fucked my cock. The way she moved her hips and worked her pussy, it was as if she craved nothing but my cock.

“I could hear her moaning as you were probably fucking her or eating her pussy. I laid in bed rubbing my pussy thinking of you doing to me what you were doing to her.”

I spun her around without responding to her admission and pushed her hard against the back wall of the shower and pumped my hips, shoving my cock in and out of her quickly.

“Oh! I love your cock! I love it so much!” she announced fairly loudly. “I can feel it all the way in me!”

I got into a rhythm where I would pull her onto me as I thrust into her. The sound of flesh pounding against flesh echoed loudly in the bathroom and overpowered the sound of water beating against the acrylic tub. There was no doubt in my mind that anyone still on the second floor of the house could hear us fucking. I also had no doubt that if I kept up that pace, I would dump whatever load I had left from fucking Brandie into my niece.

I halted everything that was happening and pulled her completely onto my cock. I shifted tactics to avoid falsely letting her believe that she didn’t have what it took to make me cum. It was also a good time to make good on the promise of something her brother wouldn’t provide her.

“How about I show you how my tongue is better at tickling your clit than your finger is?”

She grinned wickedly, “Fuck me for a few more minutes then I want you on your knees.”

Everything about what she just said threw me for a loop. The look in her eyes, her tone and especially her choice of words nearly made me shoot my load. That young woman commanded me like no one ever had. It was unexpected and hot. I didn’t want to give into all her demands, though. I pulled her off my cock, flung her around and pushed her against the wall. I looked down at her ass and pressed my cock into the crevice between her cheeks.

“You’re not going to command me and get away with it, Hannah.”

“Are you going to punish me, Uncle Frank?”

A sinister thought crossed my mind.

“Do you deserve to be punished?” I asked in a harsh whisper.

I pushed into her pussy once more before pulling out and moving my cock north an inch. I poked the head of my cock against her puckered hole.

“Oh!” she said, looking back at me with wide eyes. “I was wrong telling you what to do, Uncle Frank. I should be punished.”

“What do you think I should do to teach you a lesson?”

She turned and looked back toward the wall, “Fuck my ass,” she surrendered.

I opened her tight hole just slightly with the tip of my cock.

“Yes. You’ll learn to not tell me what to do, Hannah.”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned.

Domination never suited me as a kink, but in that instant, I felt it appropriate and even a slight turn on. It would not have even been a consideration had the little minx got ballsy with me to begin with.

I worked the tip into her ass as I watched her face contort in discomfort.

“Have you been punished enough?” I asked, pausing my intrusion into her body.

“No, sir,” she whispered as she stared at the wall.

I continued to push inside her as she whimpered. Little by little, I pushed my cock into her. The expression on her face changed with each gentle push until she had a nearly comfortable look about her. I pushed more. When I was all fully inside her ass, I asked again if she was punished enough.

“No, sir,” she replied again.

I slid out slowly and pushed back into her ass hole repeatedly. While I was pretending to punish her, I was careful not to hurt her. She had balled her hands into fists and rested the side of her head against the tile of the shower. Her face displayed more pleasure than discomfort as I continued fucking her.

“Your punishment is almost complete,” I told her. She immediately realized my intention.

“Cum in my ass, Uncle Frank,” she began to beg.

“Who’s calling the shots, Hannah?”

“You are, sir.”

“Why should I do what you want?” I asked as I felt the cum in my balls begin to boil over.

“I’ll be a good girl!” she whimpered. I later learned that she was actively cumming as she said that.

My answer to her plea was shooting whatever cum I had left after my romp with Brandie into her ass. As soon as she felt the cum splashing in her ass, her knees became weak and her body began to involuntarily slide down the wall of the shower, and I was forced to hold her up until I finished cumming in her. When I was done, I remained in her ass until nature took over and my cock shrunk its way out. When it was done, I had mixed feelings over the matter.

As Hannah stood there breathing heavily, I realized I did to her what I would never do to Angie, not even the fake one if she asked. It stood to reason that it wasn’t Hannah I was there for. It wasn’t that Hannah was just a few holes to stick my dick into, but she wasn’t the experience I was there for.

It was Angie. I wanted to experiment with that singular thought. Hannah was attractive, no doubt about it, but she was simply part of the package at that point and for the rest of the vacation.

“Would you wash me, Uncle Frank?” she asked after turning toward me.

Everything about her changed. I must have looked confused because she giggled at me while handing me her body wash. I took it and proceeded to start washing her from shoulder to feet.

“Of course, I will,” I responded with a smile.

I felt as if we both had the same, but incorrect idea about the other person. She probably thought I wanted to dominate her in the way I did, and I probably thought she wanted my dick in her ass. What was more likely, however, was that we probably could have just fucked the way we started out and been happy with that.

We continued our shower with me completing her wash then washing myself as she did her hair. I helped her rinse all the shampoo from her hair before turning the water off. She was about to leave the shower when I stopped her and turned her to face me.

“What is it, Uncle Frank?” she asked curiously.

I watched her face for a moment before answering her, “Nothing. I enjoyed having you in the shower with me, Hannah.”

Her smile drew wider, “I bet you did,” she responded with a wink. “I enjoyed it, too. I really did.”

Her words were genuine which made me feel better about the entire encounter.

When she got out of the shower, she grabbed the first towel and wrapped her body in it. She opened the door and looked back at me before leaving.

“I want you to know something,” she said, “I’ve never let anyone do that before.”

My eyes opened wide while her smile grew larger. She blew me a kiss and bounded out of the door, closing it on her way out.

“This is wild,” I whispered out loud as I reached for the remaining towel.

After I got ready for the day, I went downstairs and met everyone in the Kitchen. I exchanged pleasantries with Hannah, but caught my wife staring at me. When I looked over at her, she gave me a sly wink. I winked back, confirming what she was probably thinking. As I went to get a drink from the fridge, my gaze drifted from my wife to the young man who was sitting next to her.

I caught him looking her over and staring down her casually closed robe. He never broke his gaze on her before I got my drink from the fridge. As I turned back toward the table, James was no longer staring at Brandie’s cleavage. I sat down and took a sip of my drink before leaning over to whisper in my wife’s ear.

“James was looking down your robe, babe.”

She smiled widely before turning and whispering in my ear, “I know. I kind of like it.”

I reached under the table and took her hand in mine, assuring her that whatever she had on her mind was okay. In the meantime, I planned to let James know that whatever he has on his mind was also okay.

My opportunity came when we all went out to the pool in the late morning. Angie, Hannah, and Brandi all laid in the loungers at the edge of the pool. I swam laps while James made drinks for everyone. When I was done, I met James at the opposite side of the pool from where the women were laying.

“I saw you looking down Aunt Brandie’s robe,” I said without looking at him.

He paused, no doubt calculating his response.

“I’m sure she caught you doing the same when you two first met,” he responded.

I laughed loudly at the truth he just uttered.

“Well, if she caught me, she certainly never let it be known. She thinks it’s charming.”

“What, you looking down her shirt or me doing it?” he asked curiously.

I took a long drink of my beer, “Both.”

“Oh,” he said initially, “So…”

I waited for him to collect his thoughts.

“Is that permission?” he cautiously asked.

“It is but let me give you a few tips.”

I didn’t let him respond before speaking again.

“She’s adventurous, but not overly so. I’m sure you’re aware your sister is into anal sex?”

He was nodding slowly when I looked over at him. I’m sure he was interested to know how I knew that. It would have to wait.

“Aunt Brandie is not so, don’t try it. She’s also very particular about where you cum. Not in her or in her mouth. The only person she lets do that is me and she will not be happy with you if you try. Outside of that, she’ll tell you what she likes. She is not the type to be told what to do. Never do anything without permission.”

He continued bobbing his head while he listened. I recalled the previous night where I learned that he never went down on Hannah.

“Can I offer you a suggestion?”

“Of course!” he responded quickly. He was an eager young man. Hopefully he would be eager to please her.

“Have you ever gone down on a woman?”

He raised his head in slow motion while he thought about it. That told me he either had to remember the last time he did it, he never did it, or he knew he sucked at it.

“I’ll spare you from having to answer. Your Aunt enjoys that kind of thing and I’m willing to bet she’s able to teach you a thing or two.”

A wide smile grew on his face. It was like I just gave him a car on Christmas.

“One more thing. Leave the door open when you do. I might want to watch.”

Having known my wife to have been with other women before me, she was never with another man since I came into the picture and it was a secret fantasy I had. Whenever we fucked, I sometimes wished I could have also been watching. Watching her with James would likely be a treat I wouldn’t soon forget.

He lunged away from the edge of the pool we were on toward the women in their loungers and I thought he was in a rush to get my wife into bed as soon as he could. Turns out he was just collecting orders for another round of drinks. He delivered the girls’ drinks first then swam back over to me.

“I don’t know if I should apologize or say you’re welcome,” he said out of nowhere.

I looked at him a little confused, “What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you didn’t come here thinking all of this was going to happen.”

“Well, no. I guess I understand what you mean. It’s certainly a new adventure for us. Had I not heard your mother chastise you for gawking at your Aunt, I don’t think anything would have happened,” I lied.

The truth was, had I not heard her say that to him, I’m sure another opportunity would have presented itself. That’s why we were there.

“It’s a rush, though, isn’t it?”

I took a long drink from the bottle, “What’s that?”

“You know,” he whispered, “family relations?”

“Oh, right. I’ll tell you, I’m still exploring it, but it does take things to the next level.”

When he didn’t respond immediately, I dropped the bomb on him.

“Fucking your sister this morning wasn’t what I had built up in my head to be, though.”

“No?” he quizzed me.

“Nope. I have my eyes set on your mother.”

Without skipping a beat, he responded, “Same.”

“Yeah? How long have you wanted that? How long have you and Hannah been going at it?”

He took a swig from his bottle. “Mom’s been an attraction to me ever since I can remember. She was probably the first woman I took note of in that way. Hannah was the second. We’ve only been fucking for a few years, though.”

“Do you think your Mom is aware that you’re attracted to her?”

His eyes shifted to his mother as she talked with the other two. The way he watched her spoke volumes about his thoughts of her. His eyes were soft and caring. I knew when a man looked at a woman like a piece of meat. He wanted to make love to his mother, not just fuck her. It might have been that he wanted to show her the man she made of him, but it didn’t matter why. I knew she would be in good hands with him, even if they were inexperienced. It also confirmed that he was being truthful on the matter.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, though.”

I asked the next logical question, “Considering all that’s happened so far, would you try to see if she was interested?”

“Do you think I should? I’d hate for her to get mad and things get awkward around here.”

“I could maybe help. For a price, that is,” I said, purposefully and jokingly dramatic.

“A price?” he said with a suspicious grin.

“Yeah, I’m empty,” I said as I shook my empty bottle in front of him.

He snatched it out of my hand and went to get me another beer. Just as he reached the bar, Brandie got up and walked into the house. It was almost like she was listening to our conversation. I waited for him to start heading back this way and I held up two fingers as a request for him to bring me two instead of a single. He swam back and handed me the two bottles.

“Aunt Brandie went in the house,” I said, nodding toward the patio door.

“Oh, shit. Do you think I should follow her?”

I gave him the push he needed, “I think now is a good time to get her alone if that’s what you’re after.”

He pulled himself up the concrete edge of the pool and casually walked around the large curve of the pool toward Hannah and Angie. I couldn’t hear what he said, but he asked them something and they both shook their heads. He turned and walked into the house making me believe he was just trying to be slick by asking them a question without seeming to eager to follow my wife. I lounged in the pool for another twenty minutes finishing the beer he brought me before heading into the house myself.

“I’ll be back,” I told the girls without stopping.

As soon as I entered the house and shut the door, I could hear the same sound I assumed everyone upstairs would have heard while I was fucking Hannah in the shower.

I casually made my way up the stairs toward the room we stayed in. They weren’t there.

“Interesting,” I thought.

I wandered down the hall toward the room James slept in and that room was also empty. I was confused as I looked around the hall. The bathroom doors were open, and Hannah’s room also appeared empty. It struck me.

“No way he’s fucking my wife in his mother’s room,” I said to myself. I softly chuckled out loud at the audacity of the young man.

“If he can’t fuck his mother, he’s going to fuck his aunt in his mother’s bed,” I thought.

I padded down the hall toward Angie’s room. The door was open which led me to believe the concept of them fucking in her room was absent from my mind until all other options were exhausted. I also must not have registered the fact that the sound that initially brought me upstairs was no longer present in the air when I walked further down the hall to the smaller bedrooms.

I snuck up to the door and peeked in. Brandie was on her back with James between her legs.

“Now put two fingers in my pussy and fuck me with them while you suck on my clit,” she instructed him.

I watched him comply with her instruction. I could see his elbow going back and forth, looking like he was doing precisely what she said. By the sounds of her whimpers and coos, he was pressing the right buttons. Before I knew it, she pulled on him what she did to me all the time.

She raised her upper body and pushed him away. He got on his knees in front of her waiting for an explanation.

“Fuck me, quickly!” she said before getting on her hands and knees in front of him.

He complied without question, rising back up and lining his cock with her hole as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her onto him. The sounds I heard downstairs resonated in the air once again. It was indeed a treat to watch my wife getting impaled by another man’s cock. I needed a better view.

“James!” I whispered loudly. He didn’t acknowledge me.

“Pssst!” I hissed. It was one of my more childish moments.

He finally looked over at me. I put my hands inches apart from each other in the air and angled them slightly left, indicating he needed to shift a little so I could get a better view. It was a little awkward that he continued fucking my wife as he looked at me, but he followed my suggestion to a tee. Next thing I knew, Brandie was looking at me with a seductive look on her face.

She lowered her upper body so that her tits were pressing against the messy sheets. She rested her head against the sheets, maintaining her gaze on me.

“Pound my pussy, James,” she begged.

James looked at me and I motioned my approval. In a surprising move, he reached down and took a fistful of my wife’s hair in his hands and yanked her up.

“Fuck yes,” she said, still looking at me.

I rubbed my hardening cock through my pants watching them. I decided to see what Hannah and Angie were doing and leave James and my wife to their pleasure.

I strolled back down to the pool and noticed Angie standing in the spot I was in not long before. I walked over to the bar to get another beer and asked my pseudo-sister if she wanted anything. She raised her newly filled cup into the air. I acknowledged her full drink and took a bottle out of the bucket of ice before walking to her spot in the pool.

I hopped in right next to her and clinked my bottle against her glass. She didn’t acknowledge my arrival, so I asked what was wrong.

She looked at me like she couldn’t believe I was playing dumb, “He’s fucking your wife, isn’t he?”

I nearly choked on my drink. Before I could recover, I actually began to laugh. She elbowed me hard in the ribs.

“You fucking put him up to it, didn’t you?!” she practically yelled. “I can’t believe you, Frank!”

“Look, he basically asked my permission and given the turn of events this weekend, I told him to go ahead.”

“Damnit, Frank. I reluctantly let him fuck his sister, and now you want me to allow him to fuck your wife?”

“Yeah. She is my wife, after all.”

“Where does it end? He was fucking his sister, now his Aunt. What’s next? Me?” She was shooting daggers at me.

“He did admit he’s attracted to you.”

The expression on her face changed from irritation to something else entirely.

“You act shocked for someone who has a son who is fucking his sister. It’s clear James doesn’t consider society’s stance on things when he acts. I’m interested to know how he seduced Hannah.”

Her face normalized; even lightened up. “Yes, that would be a story to hear. I will admit that I would be interested to hear that, though I’ll never ask.”

“Why won’t you ask?”

“I’m not sure I’m ready to hear either one of them talk about sex, let alone sex with each other. Just not something I’m prepared for, y’know?”

I casually nodded while considering my next question.

“What do you think about sex with him?”

“Never. It’ll never happen. What is wrong with you, anyway?”

I was curious where the line in her sand was.

“What about me, Angie?”

As soon as I said that, I realized I was talking to her like she was my actual sister. Hannah and James didn’t have that effect on me. It was clear before that the same attention was not given to the likenesses of my niece and nephew but that moment when I asked her if she wanted me, I realized deep down that I did want her. I wanted that Angie, but I also had a desire for my real Angie to be there instead.

“What about you?” she asked, not getting my intention.

I was working out how to ask her in plain language when she turned to face me and stared at me. I looked at her and saw that she was putting everything together. I waited for the last piece to be put in place.

“You’re asking me if I would have sex with you?” she asked.

All I could reply was “Yes.”

I assumed she was searching my face for some sign that I was joking, but I wasn’t.

“It’s sex, Angie. I’m not asking you to marry me or have my kids.”

“How could you be so cavalier about it, though?” she said, still in disbelief.

“It would be cavalier if I walked up to a random woman on the street. I’ve known you my whole life, I wouldn’t hurt you, you wouldn’t hurt me, and after the episode out here last night, I found myself attracted to you.”

A corner of her mouth turned up when I listed the reasons why sex with her was a viable possibility in my mind.

She put her hand on my chest and exhaled loudly, “I’m not saying no, but this weekend has been so crazy I feel like any moral limits I previously had are now gone and I need to reassess where I’m at. If I need to draw a new line, I need to know where to put it down. Can you understand that?”

She rose up and for the first time in our lives, she kissed my lips. It was brief but soft. It wasn’t passionate. It was loving in nature.

“Thank you for thinking about it. I think we would both enjoy it.”

“Maybe we’ll find out before you leave,” she said before walking slowly to the other end of the pool. I watched her get out of the pool. As I continued to stare at Angie, she turned her head and looked at me. I returned her gaze and watched as she slowly lowered the back of her bikini bottoms, revealing her bare ass to me for the second time. I only got a moment’s glance before she quickly returned them to their normal position.

We both grinned at each other as she got into her chair and returned to her tanning. I went back to the bar and got another beer.

That night, we ordered pizza and brought a few bottles of beer and liquor into the living room to watch a couple movies we had lined up. Hannah and James sat next to each other on the love seat while Angie and Brandie sat on either side of me.

The first pizza went quickly as did the bottle of vodka. We all did a shot to begin the night, but Hannah and James seemed intent on getting buzzed quickly. We darkened the room just as the first movie came on and all got comfortable.

Nearly midway through the movie, Brandie leaned closer to me and whispered that Hannah had James’ cock out and was stroking it without even a hint of modesty. I looked over and James was watching her hand and she had her eyes on the TV. Everything they did screamed “typical male and female.” He was most interested in sex while she preferred to focus on everything else while she gratified him.

I leaned over to my sister.

“Don’t say anything, but your son is getting quite the hand job over there.”

She jerked her head to look and was about to say something when I gripped her leg.

“You already know they do it, just let it happen. They might give us a good show,” I whispered to her.

I expected she would avert her eyes back to the TV, but she continued to watch. I looked back to my wife with a suggestive look. She was already watching Hannah’s hand fly up and down James’ cock.

“I’m hard too, you know.”

“Yeah? Want me to one-up them?” she replied with a wink after turning to me.

I turned my attention to Angie for a moment then back to Brandie, “No, I want Angie to suck it. You can get her worked up by giving me a hand job, though.”

“Oooh, I like it,” she said as she began to fish my cock out.

I was hard in quick order. Brandie’s hand glided slowly up and down my shaft, occasionally wrapping around the head and back down the shaft. Once I was as stiff as I was going to get, I turned my attention back to Angie. She was watching the movie while I comically stared at her waiting for her to turn and see what was going on. Eventually, she huffed as if severely inconvenienced before looking directly into my eyes.

“I’m aware,” she stated sternly. I was amused that she was actively avoiding looking down at my cock.

As soon as she said it, her gaze drifted to my cock as if it was involuntary. As her eyes traveled down my body, she kept moving them up to my eyes and back again. Eventually, she just kept watching. It wasn’t a gawking, awkward stare. It was the kind of stare where her face was turned slightly toward the TV, but her eyes were fixed on my member.

I looked over to see that Hannah had slouched as far in her seat as she could. Her mouth was inches from his cock as she continued to stroke it. As Angie continued to watch me, I waited patiently for Hannah to pull her brother’s cock into her mouth. She ultimately did.

“She’s sucking his cock,” I informed Angie.

To my surprise, she only briefly looked at James before looking at me again. There was something about the expression on her face that seemed like she was debating the next step.

“If you want to, I want you to,” I whispered to her.

She looked into my eyes. I could see the conflict building within her. One more nudge and she would fall.

“Come on, Angie. I want you.”

She looked beyond me to Brandie, likely for permission. I held Angie’s eyes as I heard my wife tell her I was ready. Angie replaced Brandie’s hand with her own and didn’t miss the beat with her stroking. My sister looked up at me and seemed satisfied that the conflict within her was over.

I was enjoying my first hand job from my acting sister when Brandie leaned over and informed me that Hannah had mounted James. I looked over and witnessed them in one of my favorite positions. She was facing her brother as she rose up and down his cock. I don’t know what amazed me so much about it, but I just loved watching a nice ass slide up and down a cock. Just as I was admiring the action, it seemed Angie decided a hand job wasn’t enough.

I felt the warmth of her mouth envelope the head of my cock.

“Oh, fuck, Angie,” I gasped. I didn’t imagine the situation progressing that quickly.

After taking as much of me into her mouth as she could, she pulled my cock out and used her saliva to increase the speed of her hand as it flew over my cock.

“I’m not sure I can let it go at this,” she admitted.

“I want more than this, Angie.”

“You’ll get it, but not tonight. Will this be enough?” she asked me.

I pushed her head back to where it was as a wide grin appeared on her face. She engulfed my cock and gave me a world class blowjob. I rubbed her back while she sucked me and watched Hannah and James fuck on the opposite couch. Brandie had her hand down her pants rubbing her pussy, but I was sure she wasn’t trying to get off. She was just preparing for me in bed later that night.

Angie continued sucking my cock while Brandie leaned against me, resting her head on my shoulder as she masturbated while watching my sister suck my cock. She frequently switched between watching Angie and watching Hannah and James fuck on the opposite couch.

“This is a stimulus overload, babe,” she whispered to me.

“What are you thinking about right now?” I asked my wife, “is it James’ cock or Angie’s cunt you’re dreaming of?”

She looked up at me, “Neither of them.”

I looked down at her as Angie continued to praise my cock with her tongue, “What are you thinking of right now?”

She pushed her pants and panties down a little, exposing her pussy to the open air, “I want to taste Hannah’s pussy.”

“Oh, fuck, babe!” I announced.

I looked down at Angie and proceeded to encourage her.

“Angie, you’re amazing. I want you so bad!”

She pulled my cock from her mouth and gently stroked me as she looked into my eyes.

“You’ll have me soon, little brother, I promise. I want to feel your cock in my pussy so bad.”

She changed position, getting on her knees facing me, “I want to feel your cock spread my pussy open as you slide this hot cock into me. I want that so much. For now, though, will you settle with shooting your delicious cum into my mouth?”

“God, yes!”

She shot me a wicked grin before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around my cock yet again. I put my hand on the back of her head and ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked my cock. I watched Angie use her hand and mouth and she seemed determine to make me cum into her mouth. Before I was able to, she released my cock and glared at me with blazing eyes.

“I want to fuck you so bad, but I need to wait. Frank! Stop running your hands through my hair. It’s making me wet as fuck and I don’t want to make a bad decision!”

I wasn’t prepared to be chastised just then, but her confession to the response she had to what she was doing made me want to shoot off into her mouth that much sooner. I watched her a bit longer before diverting my attention to my wife.

“You want to eat her pussy?” I asked my wife, thinking of Hannah.

“Yes! I want to taste her so bad and dip my tongue into her,” she whispered as I watched her dip a couple fingers into her own pussy.

I was in heaven. My sister was sucking my cock and my wife was masturbating as she watched James and Hannah fuck on the couch next to us. It didn’t matter that they weren’t actual relatives; it was still hot as fuck. We were all in the dark, experiencing our own ecstasy. I noticed James watching his mother more than he was watching the woman riding his cock. Everything that was happening turned out to be quite a sensory overload for me as well, and I found myself cumming sooner than I wanted.

“Angie, I’m going to cum!” I warned her.

“Cum in my mouth, little brother, shoot it down my throat!” she told me between sucks.

Just then, as I prepared to shoot off in her mouth, I heard James announce the same situation.

“Hannah!” he announced desperately. I knew he was going to cum in her pussy.

“Cum in me!” Hannah responded.

At that moment, I began to shoot rope after rope of cum into Angie’s mouth. As soon as I realized she was swallowing each shot, I looked at her. She had positioned herself and my cock so that she could look me in the eye as she swallowed each load of cum that I gave her. There was no longer a doubt in my head that I wanted her in bed. I was torn, however, because a bigger turn-on would be watching James fuck his mother. After all, that’s why I was there. I wanted to see all the debauchery that I could see in the six days we were scheduled to be there, including watching mother and son fuck for the first time.

I shoved my cock deep into her mouth when I finally released my last load, “Fuck! Angie! How are you doing this?!”

When she finally swallowed the remaining sperm I shot into her throat, she pulled off my cock and squeezed it tightly as she continued to stroke it slowly, drawing out all the remaining cum there was.

“You think I have talent in my mouth, wait until you fuck this wet pussy of mine,” she said as she rose up and put her lips next to my ear. She said it loud enough that Brandie turned to hear it.

Just as I recuperated from that, I looked over to see Hannah dismount her brother. I noticed a string of cum that started at her pussy and stretched to the tip of his cock. When she was far enough away, the string of cum broke and she sat and rested with her legs apart, sperm still leaking from her pussy. Hannah and James were both breathing heavily, leading me to believe Hannah also came as a result of their copulation. The only one left wanting was my beautiful wife.

“Take your hand from your pussy, my love. I want to take you to bed and fuck your brains out!”

She briefly stopped rubbing her pussy.

“Fuck me on the floor, right here!”

She stood up, removing her pants and panties as she did. She positioned herself on the floor with her juicy pussy looking directly at me. I felt myself going soft when I was done cumming in my sister’s mouth, but Angie came through once again by taking me in to her mouth one more time. She dipped me into her mouth a few times before I was surprisingly hard once again.

“Go fuck your wife, little brother. I want to get off while I watch your big cock go and out of her.”

That said, I maneuvered myself between my wife’s legs and immediately dipped my cock into her pussy.

“Damnit, Frank! Fuck me hard! I want to cum like everyone else did tonight!”

I granted her wish. In the middle of the living room, I fucked my wife as everyone watched. It was a nice distraction after the orgy that happened moments before. I pushed in and out of her pussy as she moaned in ecstasy.

“What do you want, babe?” I asked, sensing the possibility of being able to come again so soon.

“Cum in my pussy, love!” she announced.

She was all in on this adventure. She could have anyone in that room. I was privileged to know that she wanted me in that moment, but desired Hannah at the next possible opportunity. In a rare sensation, I felt my balls tighten up and I began cumming inside my wife. It was rare considering that it had been decades since I was able to recover and perform as easy as I did that night.

“Baby, I’m cumming!”

“FUCK!” she yelled, “I’m… coming… too! Keep fucking me after you cum!”

I came inside my wife and kept fucking her as I felt her body shake slightly as she came. I kissed her face repeatedly as I came and many more times after. She was happier in that moment than I’d seen her in a while. That’s not to say she was never happy with me fucking her, but the fulfillment of her fantasies drove her to have a perpetual smile on her face that I couldn’t recall having since the days before and after our marriage.

Everyone rested in their most comfortable positions on the couch, but I couldn’t help but think of Angie. She had yet to be fucked that I was aware of and I knew I was the one she was waiting on. Our second day in that house of incest set another standard in the achievement of our fantasies.

 

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Chapter Five

 

 

Day Three: Only Angie Remains

 

 

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We both left the living room after little fan fair and went directly to the bathroom to shower. We both stripped whatever clothes we had left on and dedicated a significant amount of time caressing each other in the shower. It was loving and magical. Our hands roamed over the other’s body inch by inch without missing a single inch. We kissed more often than we touched, and I don’t know if we ever felt more in love than we did that night. Sharing our sexuality with everyone was an amazing feeling, but to be able to come together and feel our renewed hearts beat strong again for each other was a feeling that defied words.

We wrapped ourselves in towels and drifted off to our room hand in hand. When we passed through the door, we slammed it shut, dropped our towels and wandered to the bed naked. We both threw ourselves into the bed and stared into each other’s eyes as we fell asleep.

It would stand to reason we would wake up the same way, but it turned out we wanted to cuddle. She was the little spoon when we woke up in the morning and my cock was growing hard against her ass as I did my duties as the big spoon.

It would have to wait, however, since her exertions the day before left her more exhausted than I realized, and she needed to sleep more than what she was used to. I kissed her cheek before I got up, dressed, and made my way downstairs.

As I managed my way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, James and Hannah were already there. They were both sipping their own hot coffee as I walked in.

They both greeted me as I walked in.

“Hey, guys,” I said, rubbing my eyes still.

“Hi, Uncle Frank,” Hannah said jubilantly.

“Hi, dear,” I said as I poured the rest of the pot of coffee into my mug. I put sugar and cream in the mug before going to the table and taking a seat.

I looked each of the young ones over before speaking my mind.

“So, when did you two start having sex?” I asked bluntly. I took the time I had to learn as much as I could about everyone and what events led to where they were. It was all assuming they were actually related, which seemed to be more and more a possibility.

I would not have normally been so blunt first thing in the morning, but it was a question I was dying to have the answer to. Since they were both down there, I figured it was a perfect time for them to be honest with me and give me the details they may not have otherwise shared if someone else was in the room.

James laughed, clearly not expecting my sudden question.

“We spent our later teen years driving each other crazy by teasing each other,” Hannah said. “It started as your typical accidental nudity sighting, but I decided to make a game of it.”

“Yeah,” James added, “she would show off her body to me whenever she could then I took the same queue and would walk out of the shower still drying off but revealing everything.”

“So, again, when did you start fucking?” I asked, taking another sip of my coffee.

“It was a couple years after we graduated. Mom invited us both home for a weekend stay. We had spent years teasing each other and the first opportunity I had to get into her pants, I made a move,” James stated.

“He cornered me in the hallway while he was naked. His dick was hard, and I pretended to not know what he wanted,” Hannah snorted out in laughter.

“As she played dumb, I hooked a finger at the binding of her towel between her tits and pulled. Next thing we knew, she was naked with me. She didn’t budge or act embarrassed at all and I knew what I wanted. I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed her down to her knees. I wasn’t sure she would submit to that act. Being naked in front of each other, even that close, was not surprising. If she wasn’t willing, I knew she would politely tell me and I was prepared to accept it without argument.”

“I guess you could say that’s how it started. After I sucked his cock in the hallway, I dragged him into my old room and he fucked me for hours,” Hannah admitted.

“Was that when your mother caught you?” I asked.

They both shrugged, “We don’t know when that happened,” Hannah confessed, “She just told me one day what she saw. Between the first day we had sex and that day, we had fucked so many times, it would be impossible to pinpoint when she caught us fucking without asking and we never wanted to. It probably would have been too traumatic for her to describe the position we were in.”

“So, you both seemed to have been thinking the same thing? I mean, he pulled your towel off you and it seems you had been either expecting it or flat out didn’t mind it when it happened.”

Hannah looked at James before turning back to me, “It just made sense to me, y’know? I had given it some thought and over time I guess I just expected we would get there eventually. We teased a little here and there and when the moment came, I could tell by the way he was looking at me what he wanted.”

“We talked about it after,” James added, “and didn’t see a reason to stop. We had already done it once. That and we would spend our entire lives unconditionally loving the other. If anything in our lives would go wrong, we knew we could fall back on each other.”

He shifted his gaze to Hannah for a moment, “Plus, it was pretty damn good!”

Hannah smiled softly, “It was. We both had a new secret and it was simple for us. If we got horny, we didn’t have to seek someone outside the house. I could just saunter over to his room and I knew I wouldn’t be denied.”

“I see,” I said before looking at James, “With all that’s going on, what do you think about fucking your mother?”

It was another blunt question, but there were two things left that I needed to happen before calling it a fulfilled fantasy. I needed for him and me to fuck my sister; separately of course.

“I would love to,” he responded quickly.

“What are you doing to make that happen?” I asked.

He stared at me blankly.

“What can I do?” he asked.

“I’ve already helped you out. I told her you thought she was attractive. I don’t know if I could do anything else.”

“Okay, so, she perhaps knows he wants to fuck her,” Hannah stated, “but how is he supposed to convince her?”

I thought about how I would convince Angie if I were him before I finally responded.

“Well, she knows so, I would expect something to happen if I were her. Maybe make superficial physical contact with her until she gives in. If I had to guess, I would say she just needs sufficient proof that you want to fuck her before she gave in. I don’t know under what circumstance she would let you take her, though.”

James thought for a few moments, “What do you mean?”

I responded simply, “I don’t know if she would choose to fuck you in front of others or would she pull you into a secluded spot for your first time. She seems to be coming more to grips with it as a thing that could possibly happen. Maybe she’s just waiting for you to make the move so she feels less guilty.”

“First time?” Hannah asked.

“Did you think it was the first and last time it would happen when you fucked your brother?” I asked.

“Point taken,” she said.

“I just think that if you made physical moves, she would respond. She is more ready today than she was yesterday. She gave me a blowjob yesterday as a result of watching you two fuck, so she’s clearly turned on by this whole concept. She’s fucked Aunt Brandie, she’s sucked my dick, and she’s waiting impatiently to fuck you and me.”

James stared straight ahead, thinking about how he would proceed. Meanwhile, I started considering the real Angie. Could this role play be a prelude to me seeking out my real sister? The image of my actual Angie came to mind and I felt a small surge of guilt about thinking of her that way. The guilt came because I had absolutely no reason to believe she would reciprocate any advance I would make. As I continued deliberating my thoughts, James interrupted.

“Outside of unwelcomed touches, gropes or whatever, I don’t know how else I could do it.”

That kid didn’t have a clue. I stared at him as I developed a quick plan of action for him.

“Well, your inaction is going to cost you this time, kid,” I said as I winked at Hannah. She snorted briefly as she caught my intention.

James didn’t seem to understand what was going on. When he failed to speak again, Hannah shoved her elbow into him.

“Uncle Frank is going to fuck her first, dumbass.”

Again, he didn’t speak but the look on his face was priceless. As I observed the defeated look on his face, I remembered that everyone continued to act like we were all actually related including and especially me. I spoke to everyone as if they retained the relation to me that I addressed them as. The situation was truly unique, and I internally praised this company for developing the sense of realism that existed in that house. It was absolutely beyond my expectations. I was sure that someone would break their role and just do what came natural to them.

I went to get up and check on Brandie when Hannah stopped me.

“Uncle Frank?” she called.

I sat back on the couch. “Yeah?”

I watched her fumble with her hands and pick at her nails while she built up the courage to ask me her next question.

“You said Mom and Aunt Brandie had sex?”

“I did.”

She continued picking at her nails without saying a word.

“What do you want to ask me, Hannah?”

She forced her hands into her lap and looked intently into my eyes.

“Would Aunt Brandie want to be with me, by chance?” she asked, exhaling loudly as she finished.

“I think she would enjoy that, Hannah.” I chuckled thinking about Angie wearing Brandie out. “Your mother was very energetic and wore your Aunt out. If you take it slow with her, she’ll enjoy it much more, I think.”

A smile slowly crept on her face. She bounced lightly in the chair with excitement, making me think that she had wanted to ask me that since we arrived.

I stood up again and took a final swig of coffee from the mug before returning it to the kitchen. As I was about to head upstairs, Brandie turned the corner.

“Oh! I was just about to come see if you needed anything. I’m surprised you’re up this early.”

“I couldn’t sleep anymore,” she said entirely while yawning.

“How come? Do you want coffee?”

She nodded, “We’re on vacation!” she said with a smile, “I’m looking forward to what today will bring.”

“Allow me to show you!” I said excitedly as I pointed to Hannah.

She peered through the kitchen and into the living room, “Hannah?” she whispered.

As I went to make Brandie a cup of coffee, she stood in place looking at Hannah while she talked to her brother. I brought her the coffee and stood next to her and watched her watch Hannah.

“What do you think?” I whispered, leaning closer to her.

Brandie continued to consider the young woman.

“I want her.”

“I thought you might. She wants you, too. She nervously asked me not too long ago this morning if you would be interested.”

“What did you say?” she asked, still gazing at her target.

“I told her that her mother wore you out but if she took it slow with you, you would enjoy it.”

Brandie slowly nodded in concurrence, “Accurate.”

Of course, it was accurate, I knew my wife.

“I’m going to take her swimming,” she said under her breath between sips of her coffee.

“I’m going to take her mom,” I muttered under my breath.

Brandie nearly snorted her coffee through her nose. I patted her on the back just before turning and leaving. As I walked away, it dawned on me that poor James wasn’t going to be getting any action.

“Oh well, he’ll have to settle for watching,” I thought before stopping in place.

I had an idea. I turned around and went back to the living room.

“James,” I said loudly, motioning with my finger for him to come to me.

He looked at Hannah and shrugged before getting up and coming to me. When he arrived, I laid out my new plan.

“I’m going to throw you a bone, kiddo. Keep an ear out and come into your mom’s room when you get the signal. You’ll know what the signal is. Come in and sit down and watch. I’ll have warmed her up to the idea of you being involved. If I haven’t, feel free to whip your dick out and stroke it. I’ll know how to move forward based on her reaction.”

As I finished relaying my scheme, I felt like I had taken the helm of this role-playing vacation. It seemed like I was calling the shots and it gave me a little sense of pride in my ability to coordinate things. I also acknowledged that it could have and was more than likely designed for me or someone to take control. It made sense. It was our vacation. Let us steer things where we wanted them to go. Regardless, I was enjoying my role.

“Sounds good,” he started, “but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to just pull it out right there.”

“If she lets you come in, it’ll be because I made her comfortable with all the possibilities. If you get to the chair, you’re golden. What you do from there is up to you,” I said before walking away.

I made my way upstairs and walked to the master bedroom. The door was closed so, I quietly tapped my knuckle on the door a few times and waited. After about a minute, the door opened, and Angie stood there in a silken robe looking as if she had been up for a while.

“Hi Frank, come on in.”

I walked in behind her and only partially closed the door to ensure James could hear what I hoped would be the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“What brings you up?” she asked, heading to the bathroom. It seemed she was in the middle of doing her hair and makeup for the day.

“I just got to thinking about last night.”

She came out of the bathroom still brushing her hair.

“I’ll be honest with you, watching those two fuck on the couch like that turned me on.”

“I could tell. You were very energetic as you gave me a blowjob,” I said as I continued to gauge her reactions to the things I said. She mildly blushed but kept brushing her hair.

“That kind of turned me on, too,” she admitted.

That’s what I was waiting for. I moved closer to her and took the brush from her hand. She looked vulnerable as I met her eyes with mine. It was like she was standing there waiting for me to make the first move between us. I had other plans. I guided her into the bathroom, got behind her and resumed the brushing of her hair. I was going to ask what she thought of me making a move on her, but the look in her eyes moments before already gave me that answer. I decided to alter my approach.

I brushed her hair then stopped and made it seem like I just had a thought come to me.

“It seems you’ve gotten used to the idea of you and I getting together,” I said, being sure to make it a statement instead of a question.

I looked in the mirror at her and noticed she was looking at me, trying to dredge up a response she was okay with giving to me.

“I have,” was all she said.

With that said, I put the brush down and wrapped my arms around her and untied the knot holding her robe together. My eyes traveled back up to meet hers to see if there was panic on her face. She looked to be in a good place so, I continued.

When the knot was untied, I moved my hands up to her chest and pulled the robe open from both sides and slid it off her shoulders and off. She stood naked in front of the mirror as I feasted upon every inch of her body. I was certain she expected me to bend her over the vanity and fuck her right then, but that didn’t fit my plan. Instead, I picked up the brush and brushed her hair. I did look in the mirror to see her reaction to my lack of sexual advance, but she seemed content with what I was doing until her next question was put out there.

“What about you?” she asked just louder than a whisper.

“Just waiting on you,” I replied, hoping she would understand my intention.

She didn’t miss a beat. She turned to face me and pulled my shorts down then stood and removed my shirt. When she was satisfied we were both where we should be, she turned and looked in the mirror. She had a certain smile on her face that told me she was happy with how things were moving. Before I continued brushing her hair, I considered my actual sister again and thought that if I were to approach her with sexual intent, that would be how I would do it. Each move that was made needed a cool down period until we were both comfortable moving to the next step.

“Fuck. It sounds like I’m laying out a plan to fuck my actual sister,” I thought.

I started moving the bristles of the brush through her hair again when I felt my cock begin to rise. I looked down briefly and determined where it would be when fully hard. I shuffled slightly forward to ensure that when I was hard, she could feel the heat of it between her legs. It only took a few moments until she felt it.

“It feels big, Frank,” she commented.

“I’m not sure about big,” I said, “but I know Brandie has no complaints.”

I continued brushing her hair and moved onto phase two of my plan.

“What about James?” I asked.

“What about him?” she responded defensively.

“When you confirmed you’ve warmed up to us having sex, it tells me the concept of sexual activity between loving relatives is okay with you.”

She sighed lightly, “I’ve given it some thought, yes.”

“What did you think?”

That was the tipping point. If I pushed too much, she would not only deny him but quite possibly ask me to leave her room. Again, though, it wouldn’t be permanent since it was my vacation. My head was all over the place. I wanted to keep my head thinking it was real.

“I think there’s a lot of experimentation happening in this house lately and obviously I’m a part of it,” she said, intentionally being coy.

Damn her for not answering my question directly. It sounded like she was willing but didn’t want to say it. I sat the brush down on the vanity and moved closer to her. She bent over slightly thinking the time had come for me to fuck her. I continued to press on with the James option.

I pressed my cock further between her legs, “You want to fuck him, don’t you?” I asked.

“I want you to fuck me first,” she responded.

“It’s a bit of an overload, isn’t it? Imagining your brother’s cock pushing in and out of your pussy while also thinking of your son’s cock doing the same?”

“It’s making me so wet!” she admitted, “Please fuck me!”

“Do you want to suck his cock while I fuck you from behind?” I asked, expecting more words of desperation.

Instead, she stood back up and dragged me to the bed where she immediately bent over the top of the mattress. She didn’t need to say another word. I pulled up behind her and spread her legs slightly. The tip of my cock pressed against the opening to her vagina and I moved the tip around until it was mostly coated. I pushed gently into her without warning.

“Oh!” she squeaked as I filled her up.

I remained inside her without moving for a few moments.

“Do you like it, Angie?”

“Yes! I was thinking about this all night,” she admitted. “I couldn’t sleep. Thoughts about what you’re doing to me now penetrated my brain and refused to leave. For the first time in my life, I masturbated thinking about the first time you would have your dick inside me.”

With her confession of her developed lust for me out in the open, I began to fuck her. I was sure to be slow to get to the point where I was slamming into her hard and thus inviting James in. Son enough, though, I was there. She was begging for me to fuck her harder and harder and I obliged until I noted James looking in from the door. I looked at him and nodded toward the chair opposite the foot of the bed. He took the invitation and came in slowly.

“Your son is watching us,” I said to her when James finally sat down.

She jerked her head to where he was sitting but made no motion to stop anything. I kept fucking her while she kept her eyes on James. Some time passed before I took hold of her hair and pulled her up while still fucking her. I wanted to expose her chest to him while forcing him to only imagine my cock going in and out of his mother.

“Now he’s looking at your whole body while I fuck you, Angie.”

“Keep fucking me,” she begged in a ragged voice.

“What else do you want?”

She didn’t answer. She was scared to say it out loud.

“Keep looking at him as he watches you,” I ordered her.

I looked to James and gave him the go-ahead nod. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair before unzipping his shorts and pulling his already stiff cock out.

“Oh, God, Frank,” she huffed out as my cock pushed in and out of her.

James stroked his hard cock and Angie’s eyes were locked on it.

“What do you want, Angie?” I asked again.

Again, she refused to answer.

“Tell him you want to suck his cock,” I told her.

“I want to suck his cock,” she said with sharp breaths between each word coordinated with the rhythm of the movement of my cock.

“You need to tell him, sis,” I whispered to her.

I pushed all the way into her and held myself there until she told James what she wanted. She finally gave into her desires.

“James, come lay on the bed in front of me.”

He quickly removed his shorts and did exactly what she asked. There were a few ways I saw it going poorly, but he accurately read her intentions and positioned himself so his cock could easily be taken into his mother’s mouth. I released her hair and she did exactly that.

It was a sight to see. Her brother was fucking her from behind while she sucked her son’s cock. There was a moment when I wanted to see her pull away from me and climb onto James’ cock and ride him for a while, but I was feeling a bit selfish and wanted to cum before I let that happen.

Before I knew it, James announced his impending orgasm.

“Mom, you’re making me cum!” he announced loudly.

She removed him from her mouth and to my surprise, she dove right into the role play, “Cum on mommy’s tits, baby. Cum all over them!”

Just as soon as she was done talking, James groaned and bucked his hips slightly, shooting a huge burst of cum onto Angie’s tits. Each second for a few seconds following brought another shot of cum that splattered on her chest. When he was done, he let out a long sigh and fell back onto the bed. Angie, however, continued to stroke his cock.

“When you’re ready, Frank, cum on my ass. I want to fuck James when you’re done.”

“Mission accomplished,” I thought to myself.

I slowed my pace a bit and enjoyed having sex with Angie for a while. Her moans and groans told me she was enjoying her brother’s cock for the first time. I wanted to make it last all day, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. Not only was I about to cum all over Angie’s ass, but I also wanted to see what Brandi and Hannah were up to in the pool.

“Angie, I’m going to cum,” I announced.

“Oh, yes! All over my ass, Frank! I want to feel that hot juice all over my ass,” she begged.

A few strokes later, I pulled out of her pussy and rested my cock in the crevice of her ass. Shot by shot, my cum flew into the air and landed on the small of her back and crawled down her ass cheeks. As it began to drip off her ass and onto the floor, she crawled onto the bed and mounted her son. She was like a machine, fucking whatever cock was available. I was sure that if she made him cum again and I was still in the room, she would have mounted me again.

I leaned over and kissed Angie on the shoulder in the first show of affection since they arrived. She turned her head and smiled warmly at me before turning her attention back to her son. Her hands were on his chest as she rose up and down on his cock. I took one more look back before heading to my room to change into my swimsuit. I could see the light reflecting off the still wait lines of cum on her ass and tits. It was hot! Two men came on her and she was still taking cock like a pro.

What really woke me from the sexual haze was hearing her beg to her son. “Come all over mommy’s tits, baby,” I repeated in my head.

I felt in that moment, based on the what had transpired in the room up to then, that Angie had been introduced to the concept of sex with family members long before we showed up. It seemed she was simply letting out a large amount of repressed desire or fantasy. Regardless, I went to our room and changed before heading back downstairs.

As I drifted downstairs and into the living room, I made a cursory glance around and noticed things had changed. It was only a subtle change, but I didn’t notice it when I was in the room earlier. Some things that were present when we first arrived were missing but the rest of the decorations that were there were not there when we showed up. I didn’t have an exact inventory in my mind, I just knew some things had changed. I also realized that some of the newer items seemed familiar, though I couldn’t accurately place where I recognized them.

I dismissed the thoughts as a senior moment and headed out to the pool. At first, I didn’t see Brandie or Hannah. As I walked further out onto the patio, I spotted them at the far end of the pool near the bar. Brandie had her back to the edge of the pool while Hannah had her arms wrapped around my wife’s neck and her legs wrapped around her torso. On both sides of them were large glasses where only the remains of drinks were left behind. They likely talked while enabling the alcohol in their drinks to break down any awkwardness or shyness that remained inside them.

I slipped quietly into the pool and swam just as quietly toward the ladies who seemed to still be oblivious to my presence. I watched them as their lips remained locked together. Their eyes were closed while their heads moved slowly back and forth. Brandie had her hands inside Hannah’s bikini bottoms. It was one of the most intensely erotic sights I’d seen acted out in front of my eyes. Several minutes went by before my wife opened her eyes and looked in my direction.

Her eyes opened only slightly wider when she noticed me, and I winked at her as I put a finger over my lips. She winked in return while removing her hands from Hannah’s bikini bottom. Hannah broke the kiss as her feet touched the pool bottom. Brandie sunk underwater and slide Hannah’s bikini bottoms down and off while Hannah put her hand on my wife’s shoulders for balance. Once she realized what was happening, Hannah rushed to untie her bikini top. By the time Brandie rose above the surface of the water, Hannah stood nude in the pool.

When my wife opened her eyes, she looked the younger woman over and pulled her in for a brief kiss. I watched her break away from Hannah and mouth something to her as she smiled widely. Hannah nodded her head quickly before going underwater. She did the same thing to my wife as she had done to her. I observed my wife’s reactions and was startled when she opened her eyes and mouth wide. Her hands shot underneath the water’s surface and grasped handfuls of Hannah’s hair. My wife spread her legs as Hannah dove in and shoved her tongue into Brandie’s pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” Brandie gasped loudly. “Frank, she is so good at licking my pussy!”

“It makes me happy you’re enjoying it,” I told her.

“She’s so much better at this than her mother,” she grunted as the younger woman continued eating her pussy.

I snickered to myself. I was glad Brandie was able to enjoy a quality girl-on-girl encounter. I was especially tantalized by the make out session I walked in on. They looked like a couple in the initial stages of a newly formed relationship. I saw the lust in my wife’s eyes. I knew in that moment that there was a certain bond between them. I wasn’t sure when it developed, but I knew Hannah was filling a small void in my wife’s life. The happiness I had regarding my decision to pursue that vacation was renewed.

When Hannah resurfaced, Brandie spun her around and lifted her onto the edge of the pool.

“Open your legs, baby,” she said to her.

“Baby?” I asked myself, “Was my wife falling for this young woman?”

I didn’t feel threatened at all. My wife had love enough in her heart for every person she would ever meet in her lifetime. I was curious to hear about her thoughts and feelings about it all later.

Hannah opened her legs and leaned back slightly, allowing my wife access to her pussy. My wife put her arms under Hannah’s legs and wrapped them around the outside, resting her hands on her thighs.

“Scoot a little closer, babe,” she said as she looked up at Hannah’s face.

Hannah lifted her butt off the concrete and moved it to the very edge of the pool. Brandie kissed her way from Hannah’s knee to her pussy and remained there. Hannah looked down at her as she moaned quietly. She watched my wife perform her sexual dance like a student watches their teacher. I would see Brandie’s arm pump in and out sometimes as she fingered Hannah. Hannah, in return, cried out in pleasure and my wife fingered the young woman while sucking her clit into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Aunt Brandie, do that right there!” she instructed my wife.

Occasionally, Hannah would look in my direction and gaze at me with eyes that looked nearly lifeless as her mind was busy processing the intense sensations coming from between her own legs. Whenever she looked at me, I made sure to smile or give her some other kind of affirmative gesture to let her know I was enjoying watching them. She occasionally would gesture back to me however she could, but I knew she was more often lost in the throes of passion that my wife was providing.

Eventually, they swapped places and it was Hannah’s turn to please my wife. Brandi’s reaction was similar but more mature in nature than what Hannah provided. I observed many of the same facial expressions in her that I saw in Hannah except Brandie maintained eye contact with me much longer than her partner.

Well into the act, my wife looked at me and motioned toward Hannah. I look at her curiously and she repeated the same motion, only with wider eyes. I looked down at Hannah’s ass and look back to my wife. She nodded and I finally understood what was inviting me to do. I returned her gesture, dropped my suit, and walked up behind Hannah.

I put my hands on her hips and asked, “May I?”

Instead of vocally acknowledging me, removing her attention from my wife, she simply stuck her ass out and made contact with me.

I recalled in my younger years the last time I attempted to have sex with a woman in a pool. It didn’t go well and the only thing I took from that event was that sex in a pool was not pleasant because the natural lubricant would get washed away. Sex with Hannah in that moment proved me wrong to a point. I slid inside her easily enough, but I chocked it up to her being overly worked up. Regardless, I placed my hands on her hips and fucked her slowly as she pleasured Brandie.

“She’s moaning into my pussy as she licks me, babe! So intense!” Brandie groaned. “I can’t believe I waited this long to try this! It’s what I imagine sitting on a vibrating speaker or maybe a washing machine naked.”

I continued slowly fucking Hannah, “Have we found a new hobby?”

Brandie smiled widely, “Perhaps.”

“Maybe we could train Angie to be better?”

“Nope!”, she quickly responded, “I want this one.”

I pushed all the way into Hannah, “Looks like you have her.”

Brandie grabbed a handful of Hannah’s hair and ground her pussy into her face.

“Hell yeah, I do. But I want something more. Hop up here, honey.”

I was a little disappointed I couldn’t finish fucking Hannah, but I wanted my wife to have the best experience. It looked like she found her favorite of our three new friends. I snagged my suit up from the bottom of the pool while Hannah got out. Brandi walked to the loungers to retrieve a towel. Despite the number of times I’d seen her naked before, seeing her stride toward the chairs was a sight to behold. I watched the muscles in her legs and ass tighten and relax as she walked. I noticed the sway of her tits as she moved. There was never a time I didn’t enjoy feasting my eyes upon my wife, especially when she was confidently naked.

When she returned, she laid the towel on the ground next to the bar and stretched out on her back. She reeled Hannah in with a single motion of her finger. Hannah straddled my wife’s face and bent down to devour her pussy. Each one of the girls was able to give the same pleasure they were receiving. I watched my wife’s pale skin flow over her beautiful curves until the fire of her red hair took over, covering her neck and flowing over her head and between Hannah’s legs. I could see the ends of her locks flow on the ground, looking as if they were rooted from the light between the young woman’s legs.

“Look at me comparing that woman to an angel,” I thought as pulled myself out of the pool. I sat on the edge and watched them. I knew after watching them that I wasn’t done with Hannah. I stood up and dropped my suit once again. I walked up to the woman with both of them unaware of my presence. I knelt on the towel just over Brandie’s head and interrupted the tongue lashing my wife was giving to her lover.

“Oh,” she said gleefully, “Didn’t get enough?”

“Never.”

Brandie took my cock in her hand and guided me inside Hannah. She resumed licking her new lover’s pussy while alternating between Hannah and my balls.

There were a lot of firsts happening for me during that vacation including having my balls licked while my cock was buried in a tight pussy. While I was delighted and pleasantly surprised at the new sensation, I was disappointed at my body’s response to it. I had little warning before I start to cum. The first blast splattered against Hannah’s vagina and dripped onto Brandie’s face as she continued to suck on her lover’s clit. The second shot struck Hannah’s ass hole and humorously ricocheted into the air and fell onto her back. The rest of my cum dribbled out of my cock onto Brandie’s nose.

“Well that’s a new trick for you to learn,” I said, looking down at my wife. She continued licking Hannah as she looked into my eyes while I spoke.

“God, woman. The simplest things you do get my motor running,” I told her.

I noticed Hannah didn’t skip a beat during all that. Her face remained buried between my wife’s legs, slowly running her tongue up and down through her slit. I was starting to think my wife was the only person that mattered to Hannah and I was allowed to fuck her because I paid enough money to be able to do so.

I looked the ladies over once more and retreated back to the house.

I went to the room we occupied during our stay, gathered my shower things and took a shower across the hall. I dwelled on thoughts of Angie and not the one that was fucking her son down the hall. I began to construct a scenario in my head that would bring me into a sexual relationship with my sister.

Each scenario I came up with ended in perceived disaster. I always found a way it wouldn’t work, and I grew more and more frustrated. By the time my shower was over, I wanted to escape what seemed to be turning into a prison of temptation.

I dried off, changed into some casual clothes and wandered downstairs. I was about to leave the house to go to the store when I saw Angie on the sofa reading a book. I stopped and stared as she continued failing to notice me.

“I thought that instead of ordering out or whatever, I would go get some groceries and make us all dinner.”

I got her attention with that statement. It looked like she had to rewind the words I spoke in her head and replay them.

“Uh-Okay, sure. There’s money on the counter in the kitchen,” she said as she pointed toward the kitchen over her book.

“Ah, yes, the ‘your vacation was all inclusive so take the money you already paid’ bit,” I thought, getting even more frustrated.

“It’s okay. I’ll be back in a bit.”

I walked out the door without further fanfare. I headed to the grocery store, picked up some items, and went back to the vacation house.

I carried the bags into the kitchen and sorted everything according to what order they needed to be added to the recipe. It wasn’t anything fancy, but I came up with a plan to spend the evening with Angie on the patio and go through some scenario dialog with her to see her responses. She seemed to be well versed in the behaviors being displayed on our vacation.

As I cooked dinner, Angie came in to see what was happening.

“What are you making?” she asked.

“Just throwing some stuff together in a pan,” I jokingly said trying to improve my mood.

“I didn’t know you cooked.”

“I actually don’t usually. I have some recipes, though, that I throw together and make a pretty decent meal.”

She leaned over and took a whiff of what was in the pot.

“It does smell good.”

I shifted my focus from the pot to her and gave her a soft smile, “Thanks. I wish I were a bit more experimental. Sometimes I feel like there’s a whole world I could open up if I just gave in and tried.”

The silence in the room gave me a moment to think about what I had just said. Angie caught it immediately.

“You seem pretty experimental to me,” she quipped.

“If only I could translate that to the kitchen,” I responded, trying to keep the discussion to food.

“From what I heard, you’re pretty good in the kitchen. At least Hannah thinks so.”

I instantly replayed that scenario in my head. It must have been a big turn on for her to have said something to Angie.

“I actually didn’t intend on going that far with her that night, but it was pretty fun seeing her getting worked up like that,” I replied as I accepted the fact that she wasn’t going to let the subject go. “How was the rest of your afternoon with James? Did you enjoy it?”

She pulled herself up onto the counter next to where I stood at the stove.

“You know, it took a lot of thinking before I could allow that to happen. I had barely gotten over the fact that those two were having sex when you two showed up. To go from that to fucking my own son in such a short amount of time isn’t easy.”

“I’m sure it’s not,” I said as I stirred the concoction in the pot, “but how was it?”

She sighed loudly.

“Uh-oh,” I thought to myself.

“That bad?” I asked her.

“No, it wasn’t bad at all. He was just…” she said, looking at the floor trying to find the right thing to say, “energetic.”

“Was that not what you wanted?” I asked.

“Not from him. Not the first time,” she said, staring at the pot mindlessly lost in her own thoughts. She was surely replaying the events of the morning in her head. She shook her head a few times and shifted around on the counter.

“So, you wanted to explore with him? You said ‘first time’, so that tells me you want more. I assume he fucked you like he would any other girl?”

“Exactly!” she blurted out.

“I can see how frustrating that could be. I’m sure he came, but did you?”

“I did, but I can honestly tell you it wasn’t from him trying to please me. It’s a little embarrassing, but what put me over the edge was knowing my son’s penis was inside me.”

I went to the shopping bag across the kitchen to get a couple more things I needed.

“I suppose he came multiple times?” I asked loudly from the other side of the room.

“He did.”

Something wasn’t quite right. I didn’t see Angie until I left to get food. I still hadn’t seen James. They were in her room longer than what the activities she described would lead someone to believe.

“So, what kept you upstairs so long? I didn’t see you again until I went to get food,” I challenged.

“Oh, I came down here while you were outside,” she said with a shit eating grin.

“Oh? Did you like what you saw?” I asked, turning my head to see her reaction.

“You mean did I like watching you fuck my daughter while she ate your wife out? Yes,” she responded very pointedly.

That was the first time she referred to Hannah as her daughter instead of my niece. It made me wonder if it was a clue to their real world relationship.

“I think she’s developed a bond with Brandie,” I confessed.

“That’s not surprising,” Angie offered quickly in response.

“What do you mean?” I asked, turning to look at her.

“She’s very sexual. I don’t know why I was even surprised when I caught my children having sex. It was like turning eighteen unlocked something inside her. It wasn’t instantaneous, but she suddenly seemed to have lost any modesty she had.”

“That doesn’t really explain her and my wife, though,” I reminded her.

“She’s always bonded to certain people. There’s never been a pattern that I could determine but she would latch on to certain people and get emotionally involved.”

“Emotionally? Do you mean she would develop feelings?”

“I’m sorry. I’m not spinning this very well. She’s quick open her heart to someone. She’s not looking to…,” she said before interrupting herself, “trust! That’s what I’m looking for. She puts a lot of trust in certain people very quickly and gets her heart broken if she feels betrayed.”

Oh no.

“It’s been a long time since we came to visit,” I carefully stated, “will she feel betrayed if we can’t make it back within what she considers a reasonable time?”

“It’s not like that. I’m sorry, I’m not good at explaining this. I don’t think Brandie would betray her trust. That’s all I’m saying.”

“I hope not. Hannah is a sweet girl and I would hate for her to feel resentful.”

I Turned back to my meal preparation and began the finishing touches. Not long after, Hannah and Brandie came back in. I turned my head opposite of Angie and was forced to do a double-take. I expected the girls to be in swimsuits, but both were completely absent of clothing.

“What are you doing, babe?” Brandie asked me.

“Making dinner!” I responded in a much better mood, “I didn’t feel like ordering out, so I went to the grocery store.”

“Whatever you’re making smells amazing!” Hannah gushed.

“You’ll like it,” my wife told Hannah, “It’s one of our favorites.”

“So, are we eating in the buff tonight?” Angie asked sarcastically.

“Is it okay that we do?” my wife asked, genuinely hoping she didn’t come across as presumptuous.

“It’s fine by me, but you might want to watch out for the men of the house!” Angie said as she pawed at me.

I looked her over before challenging her, “Are you scared of what the men of the house might do to you?”

“Whoa, Mom. That sounded like a challenge,” Hannah casually announced.

Angie peered at me through narrowed eyes. I responded with my devilish grin. Apparently accepting the challenge, she hopped off the counter and pulled the robe off in a single movement. Once nude, she went to stand by the other two women.

“Now who’s being challenged?” she said loudly. Brandie and Hannah laughed in response.

I pushed my shorts down and removed my shirt in two clean motions.

“Challenge completed,” I responded confidently.

It seemed my evening plans were shot, but I wasn’t complaining. I was a fast eater and decided to use that fact to my advantage while everyone else ate.

Dinner was soon ready. The women set the table as James made his way down. He looked curiously at the nudity in the room and the fact that a homemade meal was prepared. Neither bothered him too much since he untied his suit and pushed it to the floor. The five of us sat nude at the table and talked over a home cooked meal. I balanced the speed of my eating to the things I saw happening at the table.

Looking around while the others were talking, I noticed Hannah’s hand was in James’ lap. I saw that Angie looked fidgety in her chair as if she was expecting something to happen any moment. Brandie was talking about God knows what. Angie was eating faster than I expected so I pretended to be done before the food was gone from my plate. I got up and took my plate and silverware with me to the sink. When I returned, I got behind Angie and whispered to her.

“Stand up.”

She turned her head and looked at me with confusion on her face.

“We’re going to put on a little show,” I told her.

“Oh,” she said in sexy little whisper.

She stood up, keeping her upper body in nearly the same form it was. Elbows on the table and her face up, she continued to listen to Brandie talk. James had stopped eating as he watched me push my cock into his mother. Hannah kept her eyes on my wife, but occasionally glanced over to us.

“Mmmm,” Angie moaned as I slowly pushed inside her pussy. “Nice and slow, Frank.”

I didn’t have much of a plan except that I knew I probably wasn’t going to cum. There was a single task that I was aiming for and that was for Hannah to get involved with her mother. I slid in and out of Angie as she continuously let out small moans. Over time, Hannah’s attention became more and more focused on her Mother. With three less people to captivate, my wife found her hand in James’ lap. I could tell she was stroking his cock as they both watched.

I put my plan into motion by pulling Angie a little further from the table and pulling her upper body closer to mine. I continued my slow invasion into her body as I invited Hannah to join us.

“Hannah, would you like to play?” I asked.

“Oh, fuck,” Angie gasped when she realized what was happening.

“Oh, yes, sis. This is happening,” I informed her.

Hannah reluctantly stood up and turned toward us. She apprehensively looked to me for direction.

“Stand in front of your mother,” I instructed her. I took a chance that once in that position, either Angie or Hannah would take over. My guess was correct. Hannah stood in front of Angie and hesitated. She looked around visibly confused as to what to do next. Angie took over and put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders for balance.

“You look beautiful, Hannah,” Angie grunted.

Hannah was a glutton for compliments. She smiled widely and put her hands on her mother’s hips as she looked into her eyes.

“Fuck her harder, Uncle Frank,” Hannah whispered as she continued looking into her mother’s eyes.

I was surprised she was getting into it as much as she was considering how nervous she initially seemed. I obliged her request and picked up the pace until you could only hear the sound of skin hitting skin in the room. I took a moment and looked away from Angie and Hannah and put eyes on my wife. She remained in her chair but was a considerable distance away from the table. Her legs were spread, and I saw the top of James’ head between her legs. Her eyes were fixed on him as he worked his tongue over her pussy.

When I refocused on Angie and Hannah, I noticed Hannah’s hands moved from her mother’s hips to her tits. She moved her hands all over them, massaging them while pinching her nipples between her fingers.

“Baby, I want you to do something,” Angie said with a twinge of guilt in her voice.

“What is it, Mom?” Hannah whispered nervously.

The sound of my dick sliding in and out of Angie replaced the odd silence in the air until Angie found her courage.

“Kiss me.”

Hannah didn’t respond before stepping closer to her mother and moved in until their lips met. The first kiss was a simple peck before mother and daughter withdrew from each other and searched for emotion in each other’s face. Hannah found it first and went in for a deeper exploration. Their lips met again but this time, she pressed her lips harder and slightly opened her mouth.

I leaned in and offered a suggestion to Angie as she made out with Hannah, “Your daughter is probably dripping wet for you, Angie.”

As they continued to kiss, Angie’s hand slowly made its way between her daughter’s legs. As soon as Hannah felt her mother’s touch on her vagina, she broke the kiss and leaned back. I could see the lust in Hannah’s eyes building. Angie continued her assault on her daughter’s pussy until the lust building inside Hannah overflowed.

“Don’t judge me for this, Hannah,” she whispered.

Hannah was visibly confused when her mother pushed her down onto the table. I slowed my pace as I felt I was about to have to adapt to the developing situation. Angie moved forward, forcing me to move with her, less my cock falls out of her pussy. She rested her hand on her daughter’s thighs and pushed her legs further apart before she went in for the kill.

“Mom!” Hannah announced loudly when she felt her mother’s tongue intrude into her hole.

Just then, I heard Brandie yell out as her orgasm took over her body. She ground her crotch into James’ face as she held him in place. I watched her body shake uncontrollably in the chair as I continued to fuck Angie. The entire scene taking place in front of me was being made up as we went, and I didn’t think I would be cumming again that night. Once Angie pushed her daughter onto the table, I knew it was only a matter of time before I came in Angie’s pussy.

I watched Angie and Hannah so intently, I didn’t realize my wife has positioned herself behind me.

“This was a nice treat,” she whispered in my ear. “Don’t cum, though, babe.”

“Why not?” I muttered.

“Because I want Hannah to come to her room as soon as Angie is done with her.”

There was no doubt about it. My wife wanted to spend the night with Hannah. Looking at the spontaneous nature of the evening, it didn’t surprise me. Brandie was clearly still in exploration mode while I still wanted to engage Angie in some one on one discussion away from everyone else. It seemed James was going to be the odd man out again that night. It seemed to me that he was routinely the one left behind when all was said and done.

I pulled out of Angie still hard with my cock soaked in her juices. I was sure she got more turned on once her daughter got into the picture, but I was okay with that. In turn, she pulled her head from between Hannah’s legs and stood up and faced me.

“Would you like to spend the evening with me?” she asked, holding out her hand for me to take.

Before I could answer, my wife pretty much asked the same question of Hannah. Brandie got a much more energetic response than Angie did. It had to be known that with all the sex happening throughout the house, I was losing steam. It probably would have done me well to spend a relaxing evening in bed.

I took hold of Angie’s hand and Hannah took my wife’s and we all walked hand in hand up the stairs. Once at the top of the stairs, Brandie released Hannah and padded over to me. She pulled me into a soft embrace and whispered into my ear as she held me.

“This is a vacation of a lifetime. Thank you for being adventurous with me. I love you so much!”

I kissed her cheek, “I’ll go anywhere you go, babe.”

She released me and bounded back to Hannah, taking her hand and leading her to her own room. Angie pulled me towards hers and it sounded like both doors closed simultaneously.