Chapter 5

"You know," Suzy said to her best friend Sharon Peterson, "your brother's a really neat guy."

"You're telling me," thirteen-year-old Sharon said as she gazed at the departing figure of her brother Tim, who had just been talking with the girls and was now heading across the school yard.

I wonder.... Suzy thought, examining her friend more closely. There was something about Sharon's tone of voice, and the way she gazed at her brother-particularly at his hot crotch-that made Suzy suspect that more was involved than just plain old sisterly love. The fact that she fucked regularly with her own brother, as well as with her father, made her sensitive to things that another girl would not have noticed. She decided to draw her friend out a bit.

"Of course, I'm lucking in having a really neat brother too," Suzy said. "There's something so strong and virile about him .... "

She thought she heard her friend catch her breath at the mention of the word "virile".

"So's Tim," Sharon replied, obviously eager to point out that although she agreed that Larry was a fine boy, that didn't mean that she didn't think that her brother was just as good or even better.

"I can imagine just what it would be like to be held in the arms of either one of them," Suzy said. "Or even to feel one of them stick his prick up me!" By associating the two of them together, Suzy was purposely concealing her own sexual interest in her brother, but she was only concealing it part way. She wanted to see if Sharon would be able to read between the lines. It turned out that Sharon most certainly was. All this talk of Suzy's was making her think more and more about what her brother would be like as a sexual partner. She had virtually no sexual experience to date, but quite a vigorous sex drive had already developed in her, and she had had a real crush on her brother for months now. She had felt guilty about it, and tried to make it go away, but without any success.

"I think it's really sort of unfair that brothers and sisters aren't allowed to have sex together," Suzy said.

Sharon looked at her wide-eyed. The two girls had often talked to one another about sex-something which young girls do a great deal more frequently than many men suspect-but this was the first time Sharon had ever heard Suzy come up with as daring a statement as that. As far as she knew, Suzy was still a virgin.

"I.. . I guess you're right," Sharon said, her heart pounding. "I mean, it would give the brother and sister a chance to really learn about the opposite sex, and all that. The only trouble is that.. . I don't know if it would be really ... right."

Suzy could tell by the dreamy expression on her friend's face that for all the latter's moral scruples, she was feeling very excited by all this talk. Clearly, Suzy reasoned, Sharon must have a massive crush on her brother Tim. She liked Sharon a lot, and felt that it was her duty to bring these feelings out into the open. She knew what fun she had fucking with her brother, and by now all her moral doubts on the subject had vanished. It seemed a pity to her that Sharon would just pine away like she was doing instead of getting some nice hard prick from her brother.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it. In fact, I know someone who has sex with her brother all the time."

"Y-you do?"

"Uh huh. And they really enjoy themselves, too. Oh, they felt a little bit guilty about it at first, but now they realize that there isn't any reason in the world why they shouldn't enjoy themselves."

"Who would tell you such a thing?" Sharon asked in amazement.

"Promise not to tell?"

"Uh huh."

"I mean really promise," Suzy said with a grin on her face. The tone of her voice and the grin tipped Sharon off.

"Suzy ... you mean ... YOU?"

"Me."

"You fuck with Larry?"

"Yep. Just like you want to fuck with that brother of yours. Not that I can blame you. He's a pretty good looking hunk of guy."

"Yes. I do want to," Sharon said eagerly. It was a fantastic relief for her to know that she was not all alone with her feelings, to know that someone else whom she liked and respected could also have incestuous desires.

"So why don't you?" Suzy asked with a smile.

"It isn't as simple as that," Sharon said.

"Oh, of course it is. Now if I were in your position, this is what I think that I would do .... "

Tim was struggling with an algebra problem that evening when he heard a tap on his bedroom door.

"Come in. Oh, it's you, Sis," he said, turning around in his desk chair.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you," she said.

"Listen, Sis, when you've got to do something as awful as these algebra problems, any disturbance is welcome. And you're a very nice one."

A little quiver of pleasure went zinging up Sharon's spine. Her brother had a big smile on his face, and was obviously very glad to see her. He was very fond of his little sister, and loved to have her around. What he was not quite conscious of was the fact that she was very pretty and sexy played a part in the pleasure he felt at being with her.

She sat down on the desk and looked at the problem.

"That's what you have to do in the 9th grade?"

"Yep."

"I don't think I want to get any older, then."

"Don't," he said. "You're perfect the way you are." Although Sharon figured that he wasn't putting any sexual innuendo in that remark, it still made her slit stiffen up. Her panties were already quite wet with female lubricant. She wondered if he was able to smell it. In fact, he was, and he found the smell very feminine and nice. It sort of put him in the mood for what was to come.

Sharon gulped. She knew now that if she ever wanted to see her wishes fulfilled, she had to take the first step, just like Suzy had said. But the idea of actually doing so made her very nervous. What if her brother was really shocked by her advances? What if they made him think that she was just some kind of cheap, perverted little slut?

That possibility so appalled Sharon that for a moment she decided to scrap the whole plan that she and Suzy had worked up, but all it took was another glance at her brother to make her change her mind and decide to go through with the plan after all. With his broad shoulders and curly hair, Tim had to be one of the handsomest fifteen-year-old boys in the entire school, Sharon figured. She loved him, and just had to have him!

"Gee, your hair's really getting long," she said to him, running her fingers through it. He laughed. He thought that it felt very nice to have those slender fingers running through his hair. Her arm was raised slightly, and that pulled the fabric of her dress tightly across her tits. They were very fine tits, he thought as he gazed at them.

Pity she's my sister, he told himself. He did not know that she had already overcome her scruples about the fact that he was her brother ....

She playfully ran her hand down his cheek, and then down his neck. She started to unbutton his shirt.

"Uh, Sis, what exactly are you doing?"

"I want to see something," she said. "I want to see how much hair you have on your chest."

Tim laughed. He still thought that she was being merely playful, and it seemed natural to him that a very young girl like Sharon would have a certain amount of curiosity about something like male chest hair. He didn't try and stop her partly because he was proud of how much hair he already did have on his chest. Nothing near as much as his father, but still more than most of the guys in his gym class.

With the shirt unbuttoned, Sharon started rubbing the palm of her hand over his chest. She was following a combination of her own instincts and Sharon's advice.

Tim felt his prick start to surge against his underpants. This gentle teasing pressure by his sister's hand on his chest was getting him quite turned on. There was something definitely sexual about what she was doing, and although he could not exactly understand why he felt that way, the idea of his sister doing something sexual with him turned him on.

"Mmmmm, you're really hairy. A great big hairy ape," she purred in a voice that made it impossible for him to take any offense at all at being called an ape.

Her hand slid down over his belly, and she started to undo his pants.

"Sis!" he said. "Don't you think that you're carrying this a bit far?"

Sharon's fear of being rejected by him, and the raging sexual feelings that she felt inside her made her very tense and jittery. But she knew that if she was to succeed, she had to pretend to be very calm and collected. She mustn't let her brother think that there was anything strange about what she was doing. She must try and get him to think that for her to make sexual advances to him was perfectly natural.

"I just want to see if you have just as much hair down here," she said with a soft smile. Before he could react, she yanked his zipper down and grabbed his cock. He still had his underpants on, so she was having to feel it through them, but that didn't make a bit of difference. The pressure of his sister's fingers on Tim's prick, which was already more than half stiff from Sharon's chest rubbing made it swell up to full rigidity. As she squeezed and stroked the thing, his self-control started to evaporate. All he knew now was that the sensations his prick was getting were very, very nice, and he wanted them to keep on going.

Sharon pulled his underpants down and began to caress the taut prick directly. She reached her lips towards her brother's, and he responded immediately by giving her a passionate French kiss. He had never fucked with a girl before, but he had done some making out, and he knew how to use his lips and tongue.

Sharon thought for a moment that she was going to faint as he Frenched her. Up to then, she had been the one who had had to take all the initiative. She had been the one who had had to do all the work. But now, the fact that he was responding like this showed that he wanted sex with her too.

She kept on stroking the cock, and even though it was rock hard when she started, it seemed to get even stiffer with every stroke that she gave it.

It seemed that now was the time to go for broke. Suzy had described the in-the-chair fuck in great detail, and since Sharon had lost her maidenhead to a bicycle seat some time ago, she wouldn't have to do anything difficult like deflower herself. All she would have to do would be to slip her cunt over her brother's 'cock and work herself up and down until the two of them came. At least that was what Suzy had assured her.

She slid off of the desk so that her legs were on either side of the armless desk chair that her brother was sitting in. Holding his cock up in the air, she lowered her hips down to it.

Her aim wasn't quite right, though, and she winced slightly as she felt the knob of the penis poke against her labia. Tim guessed what she was trying to do, and he was almost glad in a way that she had missed the first time. He certainly didn't want his sister to hurt herself, but at the same time he felt a little bit abashed about the fact that she seemed to be so sexually experienced compared to him, and it kind of helped his male ego to realize that she didn't know it all either.

She moved her hips around until the tip of his cock was inside her twat. She paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of anticipation. Then, she slid on down, burying his cock inside her.

"Mmmmmm," she murmured as she felt the thing force apart her cuntwalls. She had never had anything up her twat before except for a tampon, and this certainly felt a good deal better than that!

"Pretty nice," he said, trying to sound all calm and collected. In fact, Tim was very excited, and not just in the sense of having a hard cock. Like most fifteen-year-old boys he had spent a lot of time dreaming about losing his virginity. And now that seemed to be an accomplished fact.

Sharon unbent her legs like Suzy had told her to, and lifted her body part way off her brother's cock. Then, she slid back down again. At first, she was worried that she might not be able to remember all of Suzy's instructions, but she soon found that there was no need to remember them. Her own instinct was perfectly sufficient. Soon she was moving up and down with a nice, easy rhythm, undulating her hips as she did so.

She had come into her brother's room wearing nothing but a bathrobe. That hadn't surprised him, since she often went around the house like that. But now the bathrobe was flung open, and her tits were fully exposed.

Man, what a pair, her brother thought as he filled his hands with the soft titflesh. Her breasts were rather bigger than Suzy's, but they still had the freshness of a very young girl's, and her nipples were good and hard alrready. They got even harder as Tim pulled and pinched them.

Sharon was really working away, sliding that pussy of hers up and down over her brother's cock. All her fantasies were coming true. She was fucking her beloved brother. Fucking her brother! She didn't think there could be anything in the world nicer than having a hard cock like his stuck up her twat.

They were both breathing heavily now, as they felt their bodies tense up for the come. They sensed that it couldn't be long until everything really cut loose.

Only a couple of strokes later, Sharon felt her brother's already ramrod-stiff cock give a final little hardening, and then start to quiver and tremble inside her as it shot its load of spunk in gob after hot gob!

That was all she needed to get off. Her hips bucked and heaved while her cunt clutched at his frantically spasming rod, as they both came and came really hard.

"OHHHHHH! Coming! I'm COMING!" Sharon moaned as she felt every muscle in her body release its built-up tension.

"Whewww, Sis, that was really something .... " Tim said.

"Oh my God!" That was their mother's voice. They whirled their heads around, and saw that she was standing in the doorway. At her feet was a pile of shirts and underwear which she had been carrying to his dresser and had dropped in shock as she saw what was going on.

Sharon hurriedly got off of her brother's prick, but that didn't help matters much, as sperm and cunt-juice dribbled down her leg in plain sight of her mother.

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" Anne Peterson kept repeating mechanically, while her daughter hurriedly pulled her bathrobe closed and her son yanked up his pants.

"Mom, really, you don't understand ..., " Sharon said.

"I understand all too well!" Anne said, suddenly coming out of her trance. "I've never seen anything filthier, more disgusting, in my entire life!"

"But Mom...."

"Don't you 'but Mom' me! This is going to require drastic measures. If you can't keep your hands off of each other, we'll just have to keep you apart. Boarding school! That's the only answer, boarding school!"

She slammed the door.

"Guess that really rips it, Sis," Tim said.

"Oh, Tim, I'm so sorry I've gotten you into this mess," Sharon sobbed.

"It isn't your fault, Sis," he said. "Once you gave me the idea, I wanted to do it just as much as you. Besides, maybe it was worth it.... "

The moment Anne was out of the room, her rage gave way to great, heaving sobs. She leaned her forehead against the wall and cried and cried. She just couldn't understand it. She had tried so hard to raise them properly, to be a good mother. And then they had to go and do something like this. She hated the thought of sending either one of them away, but she didn't know what else she could do. She couldn't allow them to go on having sex together like this, and she knew that no matter how many promises they made to her, they would never be able to keep them in the long run.

She waited anxiously for her husband to come home. Maybe he would know what to do. She had heard her daughter leave her brother's room, so at least the two of them weren't going at it at the moment.

When Charles Peterson came home, he was amazed to find his wife in tears. She threw herself into his arms and started to sob violently.

"Anne, what on earth?"

"It's the children."

"Is there something the matter with them," he asked anxiously, afraid that they might have fallen seriously ill, or have been injured in some kind of accident.

'They ... they have sex together! I caught them doing it. I caught them fucking!" Anne sobbed. "Good God!"

"I.. . I told them that they would have to be sent away to boarding school. I said that to them on the spur of the moment. I don't know what else we can do with them!"

Charles got his wife to calm down and tell him exactly what it was that she had seen. He only hoped that his wife did not notice the tent that his prick was making in his pants. He was getting very aroused thinking about how his daughter and son had been fucking together. The reason for that was that he very much wanted to fuck Sharon himself, and had for some time.

"This is an awfully difficult problem we've been handed," he said. "I'll have to think about it. Why don't you go lie down to get your nerves untangled, and I'll take my bath and think about things in the tub. Then we can discuss the situation again."

That seemed perfectly reasonable to Anne, and she went up to their bedroom to lie down. She was sure that her husband would come up with some solution to the problem. What she did not know was that his idea of what the problem was was very different from hers, and that one reason he had wanted her to leave him alone for a while was so he could lose himself in thought of how delightful it would be to stick his prick up his daughter's little snatch!

Boy, that son of mine's really lucky, he said to himself as he eased himself into the warm bath. He had not seen his daughter naked since she was a very little girl. But he could easily imagine just how great she must look in the buff. It was hard enough for him to keep from getting a hard-on whenever he saw her dressed. As he lay in the water, he reached his hand out and gave his cock a squeeze. The cock was good and hard, and he would have given anything for a chance to stick it into her at that moment.

His obsession with his daughter had started a couple of weeks ago, or at least, that was when it had come out into his consciousness. He realized that it had probably always existed, buried deep inside him.

The Petersons were good friends of the Toppings, and Frank always liked to talk to him about photography. It was a hobby that he had been very keen on a few years ago, and though he did very little of it now, he still enjoyed talking about it with someone knowledgeable like Frank.

Frank had sent the pictures of Suzy to the Photographer's Monthly contest two months ago, and though he didn't win first prize, he did win second. That was two hundred and fifty dollars, enough to make him feel really proud of himself. Since the pictures that he had sent in were very artistic nudes, Suzy didn't have any objections to him showing them to an old friend like Charles Peterson.

Peterson had been very, very impressed. Not just by the photographic skill that they demonstrated, though that was quite real, but by Suzy's tremendous beauty and sexiness. It had really turned him on to look at the pictures of her lithe, young body. But it had also gotten him thinking. It had gotten him thinking about how nice it must have been for Frank, taking the pictures, and how much fun it would be for him to take pictures of his own daughter Sharon. It had been so long since he had paid any attention to his camera that there was no way he could suggest such a thing without raising all sorts of suspicions on the part of both his daughter and his wife. But it was a nice daydream.

The daydream didn't take long turning into an obsession, and soon it got so that he could hardly watch his daughter walk by without wondering what it would be to look at her naked. Or even to fuck with her. He was enough of a man of the world to know that it was at least possible that Frank had fucked with Suzy during those photo sessions. He had no way of being sure, but it certainly was a possibility.

Up until this evening, when his wife had sobbed out the story of the children's incest, he had assumed that there was no way he could possibly make his dream come true. He had thought that Sharon was far too pure and innocent a little girl to receive any sexual advances from her father with anything but disgust. Now, he was by no means so sure. After all, if she was willing to put out for her brother, she might well be willing to do so for her father. She had always had a good, close relationship with him, and he knew that for a middle-aged man, he was very well preserved.

Now, he had an excuse, too, something that would keep his conscience from bothering him too much. Anne's discovery of what was going on between the two kids was a real crisis. He certainly didn't go along with the idea of sending them off to boarding school, since after all they hadn't done anything that he wouldn't like to do. But if he put his foot down on that matter, then Anne would just go around spying on them all the time, and worrying about whether or not they were still fucking together, which they doubtless still would be if they got the chance.

No, he definitely had to reconcile Anne somehow to their incestuous relationship, for the peace of the family, if nothing else. And it would be nice if he could arrange things so that he could get some of that action himself....

He got out of the bathtub with his scheme all ready. He dressed, and then called out, "Tim?"

"Dad?"

"Will you please come to my den. There's something that I want to discuss with you."

"Coming, Dad," Tim said. As far as he was concerned, walking the last mile to the electric chair could hardly be much more unpleasant than making his way to his father's den under the present circumstances. He had a very good idea just what his father wanted to discuss with him.

"Tim," he said, "I hear that your mother is kind of displeased with you."

"Uh, yeah, Dad. You see...."

"Oh, stop shaking like that. I'm not going to yell at you. I'm not even mad at you."

"You're not?" Tim asked, flabbergasted.

"No, not at all. Sharon's a very, very good looking girl, and I can see perfectly well how anyone might get carried away with her. It isn't all that easy for me to control myself when I'm around her."

Tim's mouth was hanging wider and wider "open.

"But," his father went on, "as I suspect you understand, we have something of a problem with your mother. She doesn't have quite the advanced ideas on this subject that you and I do. Now, what I suggest is that you do this

A few minutes later, Anne heard a knock on her door. It was Tim, looking very downcast. She felt very sorry for him. A lot of her anger had left her by now, and the shock that she felt at knowing that her children were having sex together was expressing itself in the form of pity, and of guilt for what she imagined were her own shortcomings as a mother which could have possibly lead to all this.

"Come on in, Tim," she said softly. She could imagine how guilty and unhappy he must feel. Even though he had done terribly, terribly wrong, her first instinct as a mother had been to comfort him.

"Mom," he said quietly, "I just came to tell you how sorry I am about what happened."

"I understand," she answered. "Though I don't think that that can change the decisions that your father and I are going to have to make."

"I know, Mom. It's just that I couldn't stand thinking that you might not be willing to forgive me." In fact, he did not like the fact that his mother was so displeased with him, but the way he was planning, on his father's advice, on obtaining that forgiveness, was quite different from what she suspected.

"I forgive you, Tim, I really do," she said, with tears in her eyes.

"Mom!" he cried, and threw herself in her arms, snuggling up to her as if for comfort and protection.

Anne held her wayward son tightly to her. This was what being a mother was all about. Comforting the ones you loved. It was her husband's hope that this feeling was such a female one that it had to be akin to sexual excitement. Well, Tim was planning on finding out about that now.

He made sure that he was pressed against her ample bosom. She thought that the reason he did that was simply because he regarded her breasts as symbols of motherly comfort.

Breasts are sensitive, and to them, stimulation is stimulation, no matter where it was coming from. Nursing mothers are known to often get excited by the feel of their baby's lips sucking on their nipples. Likewise, the way that Tim pressed against his mother's breasts was starting to get her wound up. He was helped by the fact that her tits were particularly sensitive, and that when she had sex with Charles, she always liked him to feel them up as much as he possibly could.

Tim kissed her. It was the kind of kiss that a son normally gives a mother, but it did happen to be on the mouth. He felt her seem to relax a bit, and then he slid his tongue in between her lips.

She tried to push him away, but he held her tightly. She couldn't say anything because his mouth was pressed against hers. And his hands were already feeling up her breasts.

The plan worked perfectly. All the snuggling up to her and asking for her maternal forgiveness had gone a long way towards putting her in the mood for sex. When her son started to express his desires openly, it did not take much more to get her excited enough not to worry about who it was who was feeling her breasts and kissing her mouth.

Anne struggled briefly, then went limp in his arms. Already, her clit was hard and her pussy sopping wet. She knew that she just couldn't fight the feelings which were raging within her. If he wanted to fuck her, he could. She was just going to lie back and enjoy.

Fucking her was exactly what Tim had on his mind. The original plan that his father had disclosed to him had laid most of its stress on the need for him to seduce his mother so that she would accept incest as a feature of the family's life together. But Tim wasn't thinking of practical considerations like that at the moment. What he was thinking of was how sexy his mother was, and how eager he was to get his prick inside her.

He shoved her sweater up around her neck, and unfastened her bra. Her big tits, substantially larger than Sharon's, came flopping out. The nipples were already semi-hard. It just took a bit of licking and sucking on his part to bring them up to a state of full rigidity.

His other hand was sliding up her thigh. Soon, it reached her cunt. Tim noted approvingly that the panties were already good and wet, and it was obvious to him that his mother was hot for his bod. Well, he had every intention of giving it to her. He unzipped his pants and worked them down around his knees. The underpants followed, and his mother feasted her eyes on his erect member. She was a woman who liked sex, and whose moral scruples did not stand much of a chance against the sight of an erect penis.

Tim had her skirt bunched up around her waist now, and her panties off. He noticed how wonderfully furry her snatch was. He pressed his hand against it, then licked the pussy juice off of them. His mother was now writhing and wriggling desperately on the bed.

"Your cock!" she gasped. "I've got to have your cock!"

"Coming right up, Mom," he said. He had never fucked before except in the chair with Sharon, where he had played the passive role, but he figured that it shouldn't be too difficult for him to manage a straightforward kind of guy-on-top fuck. He positioned his penis carefully, for he remembered the silly way in which his sister had missed the first time she had tried to squat down on his cock, and then he shoved in.

"Ahhhhhh!" his mother gasped as she felt the hard penis penetrate her. Her son was inside her. Her son had his penis in her cunt! Just the idea was enough to make her come with excitement. She hadn't realized before how exciting the "forbidden fruit" of incest was. Well, she certainly planned to make up for lost time, now that she knew.

Tim was already sliding his cock back and forth on the film of lubricant that her pussy was so busy secreting. As he had hoped, it hardly took more than a stroke or two for him to get the hang of the basic rhythm. Soon, he was bucking back and forth inside his mother as if he had done it all his life.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhh! You're so hardy his mother gasped. She was an all or nothing kind of person. Once the barriers were down, they were really down, and she was entering into the spirit of the fuck with almost frenetic responsiveness. Tim felt her hips undulate under him, felt her cunt clutch spasmodically at his cock as he balled her and balled her.

His balls were aching in their eagerness to unload their spunk. His cock was almost glowing with excitement as he shoved it in again and again. His hands were pressing her tits against her chest, rubbing them together, teasing the nipples.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" his mother gasped. He knew that she had to be very, very close to her come now.

One more thrust and suddenly her pussy was trembling and quivering, her hips bucking and heaving, and her head tossing from side to side with the force of the come that ripped into her like a dynamite explosion. He felt his penis tense, then start to fire, pumping and pumping like crazy, driving his male juices deep, deep into the cunt through which he had once been born!

"What ... a ... fuck ... what ... a ... fuck .... " his mother murmured as she felt the cunt-spasms subside. She could hardly think straight, she was so played out. All she knew was that her cunt felt good, and the reason that it felt good was that her son's cock was still buried deep inside it, and only very gradually softening up.

He pulled out eventually, and the two of them lay on the bed side by side, resting up. But now that her passion had subsided, Anne's moral scruples were starting to return.

"That was a wonderful fuck," she said hesitantly, "but I wish you hadn't made me do it.. .

"Why not, Mom? You yourself say that it was wonderful. We're both really fond of each other, and if we can give each other a little bit of pleasure, what's the harm to it?"

"Things aren't that simple," she insisted. "For instance, there's your father to consider. What on earth would he think if he knew that I had fucked with you, particularly after I told him that I was so shocked and horrified by the thought that you and your sister were making love."

"He wouldn't mind," Tim said simply.

"Oh yes he would."

"No he wouldn't, Mom. How could he? He isn't a hypocrite, and how could he hold it against you without being a hypocrite. After all, he fucks with Sharon."

That was not yet true, but Charles had told his son that he sure planned on making it true as soon as possible.

Anne was dumfounded.

"He fucks with Sharon? How do you know?"

"He told me so. He told me that that was why he didn't mind my fucking her. I mean, it's all in the family. She's still my sister, and you're my mother, and that hasn't changed. It's just that we can give each other some pleasure like this from time to time."

The basic plan of having Tim seduce his mother was Charles's idea, but he had left the details to his son to improvise as the situation demanded. And

Tim was showing plenty of imagination in the way he improvised, too. For instance, during that last little speech, he had seen fit to emphasize the points he was making by trailing his fingers back and forth across his mother's cunt as he spoke. The result was that she was already starting to get horny again, and words of his like "pleasure" had quite an effect.

What really decided her to give up her objections to incest was the fact that her husband was engaging in it. He was a man whose opinions she had always respected, and if he thought that it was okay, that was almost enough for her. It would be ridiculous for her to be the sole holdout in the family, particularly since she could only be a holdout in the most ridiculous and hypocritical manner, seeing as she had already yielded to her son. Tim's arguments were good too, and besides, those fingers of his were driving her twat wild.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, "I guess you may be right after all. Have you ever licked a woman's cunt?"

Tim had not, but he was certainly willing to try. She spread her legs slightly, and he put his head between them. So much pussy-juice had been secreted during their previous fuck that the female odor was really strong. He found it very exciting and inhaled it with deep whiffs.

His tongue darted out and touched her clit. Her hips shuddered with excitement. He moved it along the labia very, very slowly, while she writhed and wriggled on the bed. Then, he sent it plunging down into her open, warm, inviting twat. He ran the side of the tongue all around the pussy lining, enjoying the taste of the cunt juices as he did so.

"Wow!" she gasped. "You're as good at licking cunt as you are at fucking it!"

His prick was already stiff again. It had never gotten entirely soft, and the combination of that compliment she had just paid him, and the wonderful taste and smell and feel of her cunt was enough to get his dick all starched up again. He knew that after he had finished licking his mother to a come, he would want to fuck her again, or maybe have her suck his penis. Alid he knew that she wouldn't have any objections to that at all.

Already, she was moaning and gasping as she felt his tongue slide around inside her. Then he pulled it out into his mouth so that he could get a better taste of the woman-juice that was covering it. Then he sent his tongue back for some more. He ran the tongue tip around the rim of her pussy, too, pulling it first this way, first that.

"Tim! Tim! Make me come! I can't stand it! Just can't!"

Tim wasn't yet experienced enough to know that when a woman says that, it does not necessarily mean that she wants to come right then. Often she really craves a come, but also wants the tantalizing torment to go on, too. Tim could have gotten away with licking his mother's pussy a bit longer, but it didn't matter. She was, in fact, pretty eager for her orgasm, and though she could have put up with a bit more tongue action, she was willing to forego it.

Tim flicked his tongue against his mother's clit three times in quick succession. She felt herself hanging on the brink for a second longer, and then suddenly the come hit her, and hit her hard, with her body trembling under the blows of her frantic female come-joy.

And all the while, Tim continued to lick away at her agonized pussy, slurping up as much of the cunt-juice that he could while her hips trembled and quivered.

Charles had been listening outside the door during the first fuck, and during the interlude that preceded the tongue job. He had heard enough to know that his plan had been a big success. Although Anne might have subsequent attacks of guilt that she would have to be helped over, she had basically accepted the idea of incest. The peace of the family was assured. Now, all he had to do was collect his reward, and he was sure that Sharon would not dream of trying to refuse it to him. She was a generous girl, and besides, he felt that for someone who was forty-five, he cut a pretty fine figure of a man, still.

"Darling?" he said, knocking on her door.

"Come in, Daddy," Sharon said nervously. She did not yet know that he was on her and her brother's side in this whole business. She expected that he had come to roar out accusations at her.

"Don't look so depressed," he said with a big smile. "Everything's been fixed."

"Everything's been fixed."

"Uh huh. I'm referring to your mother's prejudices. Not merely will she not be trying to get the two of you sent off to boarding school, but she's even decided to join the fun."

"Dad, are you serious?"

"It wasn't difficult," he said. "Just a combination of my strategy and your brother's sex appeal."

"They're ...? "

"Fucking? Uh huh, right at this very minute. You don't mind sharing your brother with her, I hope. After all, it's in a good cause, and besides, possessiveness is the only thing I can think of that might be able to get in the way of this being one of the best families ever."

"Dad, you're fantastic!" she said, and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I know, I know," he said with a smile. "Can I assume that this hug is a foretaste of things to come?"

"Uh huh," she purred. She would have gladly done anything for her father, she was so happy about the way in which he had saved the situation. Besides, he was right in his estimations. He really was a very well-preserved man for his age.

That little murmured "uh huh" was all the invitation that Charles needed. Just listening to the sounds of his son having sex with his wife had gotten him pretty excited to start with, and now the presence of his petite, soft, sweet-smelling thirteen-year-old daughter in his arms had his prick cramming itself furiously against the crotch of his pants. He pressed his crotch against Sharon's belly so that she could feel through the clothes they were still both wearing how hard she had made her father. She gave a little shudder of pleasure.

Sharon had gotten dressed after being caught in the act by her mother. She was wearing a blouse and skirt. Charles backed off slightly so that he could unbutton the blouse. She smiled as his fingers worked their way down the front of the garment, exposing her bra-covered breasts and her creamy chest and belly.

"Mmmmm, nice," he said, running the tips of his fingers over the taut skin of her stomach.

"Tickles!" she giggled.

"I know somewhere else where you're going to get a lot of tickling," he said, reaching his other hand up her skirt and pressing his fingertips against her already moist panties. She gave a little sigh of pleasure, and wiggled her hips.

Charles had his daughter's blouse off now, and was undoing the bra. She felt so sexy and excited that she could hardly keep her body still, which didn't give him a very easy time with the hooks in back. Finally, though, he got the last one undone, and Sharon's already quite well-developed tits flopped out into the open.

For a moment, Charles thought that he was going to come right then and there, just from looking at them. In the past several weeks, he had often dreamed about his daughter's breasts-wondering just what they would look like naked. They lived up to his expectations in every possible way. Round, firm, with rather largish nipples of a deep pink color. He realized that they rather resembled her mother's breasts. Well, there wasn't anything wrong with Anne's knockers either. He bent his head down and took the right nipple between his lips. Then he started sucking on it vigorously, while his left hand pulled the soggy nylon panties away from Sharon's steamy little twat.

She wasn't entirely passive in this operation either. She was no longer a virgin, and in fact, to get her desires satisfied with her brother, she had had to play the aggressive role. So, while her father sucked on her nipple and fondled her cunt, her own fingers were unzipping his pants, and pulling them down.

"Ahhh!" he said as his cock finally came free of the constraint of the underpants, and expanded to full size, bobbing up and down as it did so. Then, he reapplied his lips to her tit.

Both of them were really frantic for a come, and Charles steered his daughter towards the bed. She plopped down on top of it, and he plopped down next to her. She felt his strong hand force apart her thighs. She lay back, female, open and expectant, as he got aboard. Then, she felt the top of his rod press against the entrance to her cunt.

For a moment, he amused himself with just rubbing her labia with the very end of his prick. Then, he shoved on in. His daughter gave a little gasp as he did so. He was bigger than her brother. She didn't mind, though. The thickness of his cock as it forced apart the tender, wet walls of her twat, just made her feel all the more excited.

He was way too horny to worry about taking his time with a lot of slow-moving preliminaries. Now that he was inside her, now that his daughter's pussy was gripping his throbbing dork, all he could think of was how desperately he needed a come. And he knew that she must need hers every bit as badly as he needed his. He started bucking away with powerful, even strokes, while she moaned and gasped before this delicious masculine onslaught.

His hands, meanwhile, were going wild with those soft tits of hers. They stroked them, pressed them, kneaded them like dough and, of course, paid special attention to the girl's nipples, which were already swollen far bigger than she could ever remember their having been.

Meanwhile, Anne had recovered enough breath to be willing to go on to the next course in the banquet, and Tim was fucking her dog-style like there was no tomorrow. He was cupping her tits in his hands, pressing them against her chest, swinging them from side to side, and doing all sorts of other things to the tender globes which were just about driving Anne crazy. His prick was every bit as active, too. She felt his tool slide furiously back and forth on her cunt-dingle, pulling her labia across her pulsing clit every time he thrust it in. And every time that he pulled it out, her cunt gave a sort of spasmodic contraction around it to try and keep it in, so that he had to really pull.

Charles was working away in a frenzy. His breath was coming in heavy, hard pants, his forehead was covered with sweat, every muscle in his body felt like it had been tied in knots. His balls were pulled up tight in the ball sack, and his prick felt like it was just about to snap in two, it was so hard.

As for Sharon, she was so turned on she hardly knew where she was. All she knew was that she was getting eight inches of hard beef smack bang in the slot, and it was just outasight. Her pelvis was giving little counterthrusts every time she felt him drive that jackhammer home.

Man, oh man, she thought, what a fuck!

At just that moment, Charles felt his cock go numb for an instant, then flood with sensation, as it started to pump out its spunk like a fire hose. And Sharon just had to feel the way in which his dork was quivering between her frantic cunt-walls for her body to explode in a frantic orgasm to end all orgasms!

"Fuck! OHHH! Fuck!" she moaned as she felt her tension let fly in a series of shudders that seemed like they were going to tear her body apart.

"Oh ... oh ... oh ... she gasped, her voice dying away with the force of her come.

And in another bedroom, a final hard thrust by Tim succeeded in getting his mother off in an orgasm that was every bit as much of a pussy-buster as her daughter's was.

It looked like family life for the Petersons was going to be very interesting from now on ....