Chapter 6
Janet had just finished the breakfast dishes the next day when she heard a call from the back yard. "Just a minute, Kathy," she called, drying her hands.
"Hi, everyone gone?" Kathy's head peered over the fence.
"Yeah," Janet sighed, "sailing again. Wish I didn't get so seasick."
"Jake is gone, want to pose now?"
The blonde woman touched her newly styled hair nervously. "I guess so." She opened the gate and stepped through. "Where's the outfit we bought?"
A little self-consciously she stripped off her clothes and reached for her costume. She stepped into it and pulled it up. Pure white in color, it consisted of a simple, very short, pleated white skirt. After fastening the snaps at the back that closed the waist she pulled up the two strips of cloth from the waist in front and fastened them behind her neck. A soft, thin knit, they came down from her neck leaving a wide strip bare, clear to her waist, clinging tightly to her breasts. The slight bulge and darkness of her nipples showed faintly. Carefully she spread the two strips coming down from her neck to conceal the bulge of her breasts. "How do I look?" She spun around and the skirt flew outward, showing her nakedness underneath.
"Beautiful!" Kathy was setting a canvas on her easel. "Come over here and I'll pose you. Oh, don't forget the slippers."
"Oops, right," Janet said, stepping into the silvery high heels. She walked over to the spot Kathy had indicated and leaned back against a porch column.
The artist surveyed the pose. "That's what I like about you, easy to pose. Lean your shoulders against the post and put your hands behind you." She fussed for a moment with the cloth covering Janet's breasts, folding it in so more of her breasts showed along the edges. "Now, put your right foot just in front of your left. That's it, not too much." Kathy walked back to the easel and then studied Janet. "Turn your head toward me and hold it a little lower. Look right at me. Great."
Janet started to giggle at her pose, but muffled it.
"Hey, that's great," Kathy enthused. "Keep that little smile." The post thrust Janet's breasts upward and out, flattening her stomach just slightly. A secret smile played on her lips as she stared directly at Kathy. The three-quarter angle put her right breast in profile, and showed her bare side and back. The fall of her hair hid the joining of the straps behind her neck. Kathy quickly began to sketch on the blank canvas to capture the basic form.
"How're the twins and Phil getting along?" Kathy asked.
"Pretty good," Janet said, trying not to move too much. "Though I sometimes think his interest in Judy is not entirely fatherly, and hers in him less than daughterly."
"Well, best to keep it in the family. Vice is nice but incest is best, they say."
"Oh, Kathy," Janet exclaimed.
"Really, wouldn't you rather have him playing around with someone you knew rather than some stranger?" Kathy paused to study her work for a moment. "And Judy, too, for that matter?"
"Someone I knew, yes. But his own daughter and her father?"
"Why not his own daughter. For one thing, he hasn't seen her for ten years. It's not easy to think of her as a daughter under those circumstances. What's so bad about incest anyway?"
Janet sounded confused. "I don't know. It's just wrong."
"I used to think so, till I got talking with Jake about his childhood. He came from a big farm family in Montana. Said during those long, hard winters there wasn't much else to do. Also, there wasn't much room in the house. Everybody sort of played around with everyone else, I guess. He learned about sex from his older sister, and she learned it from her uncle, her father's twin brother, in fact." Kathy paused to study Janet again. "Close your mouth a little, you'll catch a fly."
Janet snapped her mouth shut. "Really?"
"Yep. Lower your head a bit. That's it. I started to think about it, and it makes sense. Why not learn from someone who knows and loves you? Much less-likely to get hurt that way, physically or mentally. Only argument against incest is inbred children, feeblemindedness and such. I looked into that, and it's really rare. Besides, with the proper precautions, no kids."
"Maybe you're right." Janet became lost in thought as Kathy continued to work. An hour later they took a break and Kathy covered the canvas. "Never let anyone see it till it's done," was her explanation.
After a few minutes she began to fidget, and Janet went back to her pose. "When are we going to display this?"
"I figure it'll be done next week. Jake and I'll have you two over for a barbecue and you can wear that. I'll wear that little number I got and we'll knock them on their ears." Kathy paused for a minute. "Now, tell me in detail about the last time you and Phil made love."
"Kathy!" Janet was jolted.
"All for the sake of art. I figure it's the best way to get your nipples to stand up. They'll look better that way."
"Well...okay," Janet said.
"Stretch the story out, this'll take some time."
Janet thought back to the evening before last. "It was two nights ago. The twins had gone off somewhere and Phil and I were working in the garden. You know, way out back by the back fence. We'd been swimming, so we had our suits on. We were down on our hands and knees on the grass, pulling some weeds and Phil suddenly nudged up next to me. I thought it was by accident, but then he leaned over and blew in my ear. He knows what that does to me." Janet shivered at the memory, and her nipples peaked up boldly through the cloth. "I tried to push him away, but he put his arm over my middle and cupped my breast. Before I knew it, he blew in my ear at the same time he was petting me. We kissed, and I was just getting too hot. Besides, who'd want to stop with that beautiful hunk of man?" Janet didn't notice Kathy's silent nod of agreement to that statement.
Janet took a very deep breath and continued. "He kept on snuggling me and feeling my breast through the top of my suit until I could hardly stand it. Finally I rolled over and brought him down on top of me. From there things really got cooking, 'cause he could get at me with both hands. I just sprawled there, flat on my back while he went to work on my tits with both hands. Finally he raised me up enough to unfasten my bra and pull it off. He nursed on my breasts with his mouth." At this point, Janet raised one hand and began to massage her breast through the costume. Remembering that she was posing, she put her hand back down and continued, obviously excited. "Anyway, that really got me going and I just lay there and loved it while his hands rubbed all over my breasts and belly. I sucked my stomach in so it was nice and flat and he seemed to like that. Finally he began to pull my bikini bottom down and I raised my hips a little so he could. Then he left me lying there, flat on my back, legs spread and studied me while he took off his own suit.
God, was he big! That big cock of his stood out like a flagpole from him. I was so turned on all I could do was lie there and long for it."
Kathy's mouth had opened and she wet her lips as she painted.
"For the longest time, it seemed like hours, all he did was stand there and look at me, fondling his own prick. I was so excited, I reached down and began to pet myself, raising my knees and spreading my legs for him. God, that must have been a scene to remember. Finally he got down on his knees between my legs. I thought he'd put it right in me then, but he didn't. Instead he kept right on teasing me. He took one hand and reached out and began to play with my pussy. I thought I'd die. I begged him to put it in me but he just held off and held off. He kept playing with himself and playing with me. Finally I guess it got to be too much for him. He came down on me like a pile driver. Fortunately, by then I was good and wet. He got his prick on my cunt and just drove it right straight in to the hilt. I thought he was going to split me, and by then I couldn't have cared less. I just spread wider and jammed on to him as hard as I could." The memory of that moment made Janet writhe in her pose for Kathy, thrusting her pelvis forward. "He grabbed my ass and lifted my hips off the grass while he pumped into me so hard you could hear the smacks a mile away. As if that weren't enough, he began to stick one finger up my ass. That was all it took, for me. He rammed that finger in me at the same time he pounded in and I went off like a Roman candle. A second later he let fly with enough sperm to float the Queen Mary."
Kathy had stopped painting and was leaning back against the fence, her hand rubbing at her crotch when Janet opened her eyes. She flushed and looked away from Kathy, suddenly realizing that her own crotch was wet from her juices. It was a few minutes before the two of them regained their composure.
"How'd my nipples do?" asked Janet.
Kathy's voice still shook a little. "Beautifully, I must say. That man of yours is really a man!" There was awe in her voice.
"He sure is! Oooops, look at the time! I gotta get going. Where're my clothes?" Hastily she dressed and ducked back through the fence.
Kathy gazed critically at the painting for a moment. Then she put it aside and set out another canvas. She quickly began to outline another drawing on the new canvas. After working for a short while, the high sun began to make her perspire and she paused to strip off her clothes. Standing nude before the canvas she continued to paint.
"Hi there, sexy!" Jake had sneaked up behind her and gave her a kiss, fondling one of her breasts familiarly.
"Watch that!" She returned his kiss and removed his hand, before her nipple had peaked too much. "You know how I am when I'm working."
Jake leered suggestively. "Especially when you're working like that." His gaze swept her from head to toe, lingering at his favorite spots-her full, beautiful breasts with the hint of a crease on their underside, then her black-furred crotch. He tore his eyes away from her ivory-skinned beauty. "I'll just never see why you don't tan, especially in that hot sun." He began to unbutton his shirt as he kicked off his loafers.
"I do tan," she said as she mixed a new color on the palette. "It just doesn't show much. And it doesn't come in polka dots, the way yours does."
Having stripped off all his clothes, Jake looked down at his freckled body, his semi-erect prick standing up slightly from the red pubic hair. "From a distance, I look great. It's just when you're up close my freckles show. Hi, kids."
Beth and Jimmy had just strolled back to the pool. Taking no notice of their parents' nudity, they studied their mother's work critically. "Not bad, Mom, not bad at all," Jimmy commented. He also began to undress. "C'mon, Beth, let's take a dip."
Kathy paused in her painting. "Why don't you kids take your father's and my clothes in and undress inside, so we don't have stuff scattered all over and getting wet."
Jimmy sighed theatrically. "Okay. Come on, Sis." They gathered up the heap of clothes and trudged upstairs. Minutes later, both naked, they dashed down and hurled into the pool. The heat finally getting to Jake and Kathy, they joined the children in the pool in a vigorous and uninhibited game of tag.
Tom and Phil were left at home alone the next day when Janet and Judy went out shopping. Phil contented himself with lounging by the pool watching as Tom worked out vigorously. He eyed his surroundings, and decided that he didn't care if anyone did peep; he wanted a more complete tan. Stripping off his suit and jock strap, he hung them carefully on the back of the lounge and stretched out on his stomach. After finishing a particularly vigorous lap, Tom pulled himself up out of the pool.
"Hey, that looks like a good idea," he commented, eyeing his father's nudity and beginning to strip off his own suit.
"Feels great. Enjoy yourself." Phil didn't even open his eyes.
After stripping and stretching out on the neighboring lounge, Tom squirmed a minute to get comfortable, then thrilled at the feeling of the warm sun on his prick. Lazily he scratched at the black bush of pubic hair. "You and Mom sure have been going at it since you got home."
Phil smiled. "I presume you mean our sex life. How's yours?"
"I'm still a virgin, if that's what you mean. Technically, anyway. Man, I bet that harem of yours was wild."
"Not really that wild. Just gave me some variety, which is nice."
"What about going to bed with your own daughters? How'd you feel about that."
"I didn't think too much about it, since I knew I'd be leaving before it was necessary." Phil frowned slightly. "Actually, I think it would have been fun. Not so much the idea of making it with a virgin. It's just that when you love someone, it's such a great way of showing it."
"But that's incest," Tom protested.
"Doesn't seem to have bothered them. They've been doing it for centuries over there. Matter of fact, I think sexually they are better adjusted than ninety per cent of the people I know here. I always did have trouble understanding that incest taboo."
Phil rolled over on his back and raised the back of the lounge a little.
Just then the front door banged and Janet called out, "Hey, anyone home?"
"Out here, Jan." Phil motioned to Tom to stay where he was rather than trying to get his suit on.
Janet and Judy walked out through the open doors of the living room. From where they were, they could only see the tops of Tom's and Phil's heads above the backs of the lounges. "Boy, did we have a time! Hey, what is this, a gathering of nudists?" She had walked around beside Phil. She cast an anxious glance at Judy, just coming around on the other side.
Phil grinned up at her. "Yep. Try it, it's great."
"Oh, Phil," Janet said and blushed.
"Really. Besides you've seen it all before."
"But the children," she protested.
"What about the children?" Tom cocked an eyebrow at her.
Judy smiled as she pulled up a chair and began to untie her tennis shoes. "What about the children?" she repeated.
Phil tried to calm Janet's sputtering. "Look, you've bathed them for years. Also, I'm reminded of an old line from my school days. 'If they've never seen it before, what difference does it make if they see it now?' Right?" He smiled at her fondly. "Come on and unwind a bit. Join us."
Janet looked over at Tom's youthful body, then at Judy. The young girl was down to her bra and panties, hanging her shorts carefully on a chair back. As Janet watched Judy reached back and unfastened her bra. "Okay, I can see I'm outnumbered. Let me take these packages inside."
When she returned she was naked. A little self-conscious, she held a towel in front of her. Finally she put it down and stretched out on the couch by Phil. Tom and Judy were frolicking in the pool, their untanned buttocks contrasting boldly with the rest of their lithe bodies. "Hey," Janet called, "you two be careful or you'll get sunburned!"
Tom chortled. "Boy, would that be wicked! We'd better get some suntan oil on, kid." He slapped Judy's bottom as she climbed out of the pool. She turned and stuck her tongue out at him before going for the lotion.
For the rest of the afternoon the four of them remained nude, discovering the only drawback was a tendency to stick to the plastic seats of the stools at the kitchen lunch counter. Janet solved that by getting towels out and spreading them on the seats.
As usual Janet made the twins stay out of the water for an hour after lunch. Her self-consciousness evaporating, she was finally coaxed into a four-way game of catch with the tennis ball. The sight of her nude husband and son together made her senses flame as she compared them. Both were tall and straight, with firm, tanned, well-muscled bodies. Phil, being older, had more hair on his chest, but the amount of pubic hair each had seemed almost equal. Tom leaped for a high throw and his prick swung free, drawing Janet's eyes to it forcibly. Fielding his toss, she lobbed the ball to Phil and compared their organs. Tom's still lacked the mature fullness Phil had developed. Nonetheless, the size of Tom's was impressive. She wondered how much experience the boy had. Then her passion surged again as she thought of the youthful vigor with which he might drive into a woman.
While she was making her study, Tom began to furtively study her. He was fascinated how her full breasts stretched as she reached for a wide throw. The mature size made them sway slightly as she threw. His eyes traveled down to her rounded belly. Her bush below was somewhat fuller than Judy's, he noted. Just then Janet took a wide step sideways and his eyes feasted on the open display of her cunt. Her hair, being blonde and not too thick, did not impede his view of her slit. He noted how Judy's seemed smaller and younger by comparison. Suddenly his mind turned toward the idea of screwing his mother and he almost dropped Phil's throw. The boy managed to maintain his self-control for a minute more before he had to turn away to conceal his sudden hard-on. Phil caught a glimpse of it and rescued his son by announcing the hour was up, and throwing the ball into the pool. Tom quickly followed it.
Late that night, after his parents were asleep, Tom tapped softly at the bathroom door to Judy's room. When he heard her answer he slipped in and closed it softly behind him.
"Hi, Sis. Boy that door's a lifesaver. How'd it go today with Mom?"
Judy, still nude, was giving her long, straight blonde hair a vigorous brushing. "Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred. Not badly." She put the brush down and turned to face him. She lifted one shapely leg and grasped the knee. Her cunt opened to his gaze as she let her other leg swing wide. "Mom's kind of hung up, if you know what I mean." She saw the direction of his eyes and pulled her leg back, shielding herself. "She and Kathy had a talk about it the other day, though, and Mom seemed to gain some sense. She said Jake learned from his sister, and that the sister had learned from her uncle." Absently, Judy scratched lightly at the top of one young breast. "Mom couldn't really come up with any arguments. I don't think there'd be any real trouble, not if Dad isn't too uptight on the subject."
"Dad seemed almost in favor of it." Tom told her of the conversation they had had. "I imagine if you got him alone and just asked him, he'd agree."
Nervously she brushed a lock of hair back. "Just thinking about it does something to me. He looks so big. I wish I could really talk to Mom about it."
"Yeah, she's the problem. Dad said they used to do it in public where he was. The mother would watch and coach the daughter while the father took her."
Judy gave a shiver. "That sounds wild. I'd like that, I think. Make me really feel loved. What about you and Mom?"
"She really is one hell of a piece!" he exclaimed. "I bet she's great in the sack. Wish I could find out."
"Maybe we can think of something. Maybe Dad would help."
"Could be. Well, I gotta get some sleep. See you tomorrow." Tom turned and slipped quietly back to his room. Judy slipped into bed and turned out her light. "Soon," she whispered, "soon."