Chapter 1
Dr. John Robinson was lying fully clothed on his bed, reading a book on abnormal psychology, when his seventeen-year-old-daughter Nina came in, sat down on the bed beside him and absentmindedly began fondling his crotch. Dr. Robinson smiled and put down the book. Nina looked very much like her mother when she was that age. "Mmmmm, that feels good, baby," he told her.
It was Nina's turn to smile. She always enjoyed feeling her father's cock, even through the cloth of his trousers. She snaked the zipper down, reached into the opening, and eased the stiffening flesh past the shorts. She ran her fingers all over the length of it.
"Something troubling you, Nina?" he asked her. He was a psychiatrist, but it didn't take one to know something was on her mind. Her hands felt good on his penis, just as they always did. He reached up, unbuttoned her blouse, and thrust his hand under her bra so he could massage her breasts and feel the nipple grow hard against his palm.
She nodded in answer to his question and bent over his stiff penis to lick it. Her tongue twirled around the end of it in tiny circles. She lowered her lips and sucked at the top of it. After a while, she rolled it against her cheeks and said, "I'm afraid I goofed, Daddy."
"You don't mean you're pregnant?" he asked.
She laughed and playfully kissed his testicles. Her long upswept coiffure tickled his belly to make him laugh. She said, "No, thank goodness. I'm very careful about things like that, just like you and Mommy taught me." She sighed and continued rubbing her hands over his throbbing flesh. "No, in school today I forgot where I was, and I told this guy who was bothering me to go fuck himself."
John Robinson laughed and worked his hand under his daughter's skirt, along the hot, moist in-sides of her thighs. "Is that all?"
"Unfortunately the teacher overheard me and there was hell to pay."
The man placed the palm of his hand directly over the girl's crotch. She spread her legs to give him greater access and he began massaging her there. Through the thin panty, he could feel her marvelous young vagina, warm and wet, pulsing with the excitement rapidly building inside her.
She murmured, "That feels good, Daddy. I love you to touch me there. It makes all my tenseness evaporate. Can I talk you into fucking me?"
"With no difficulty at all, baby," he told her honestly. "You're quite a woman."
She was pleased by the compliment. "And you're quite a guy, Daddy," she said, giving his stiff penis an extra squeeze.
They stood beside the bed and undressed. He asked, "Any particular way you'd like it?"
"With you on top," she said. "It makes me feel good that way."
He knew she was really tense now. On all those other occasions when they did it just for the pure sexual enjoyment, she went in more for the exotic methods. When she needed comfort and security, she wanted him on top, symbolic of his protection. Not that he minded. Any way was delightful with his daughter, he thought, as his gaze wandered about her firm, full breasts, her slightly rounded stomach, her smooth, well-curved legs, and the tangled mass of brown pubic hair at her crotch.
Nina was very proud of her father. He wasn't square and prissy the way some girls' fathers were. There were some girls in her classes at high school who had never even discussed sex with their parents, much less fuck them. She truly loved him because he was her father and because he had a wholesome, healthy attitude about the natural functions of the body-and because she truly, physically loved his hard lean body. She enjoyed feeling his hands touching her breasts and her cunt-gently, knowingly, not roughly like her brother Alec, although there was something to be said for that approach, too.
Dr. Robinson lay on his back on the bed and pulled his daughter down on top of him. He held her there for a moment, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, exploring the crevasse of her buttocks and squeezing the flesh there, exulting in the stiffening of her nipples as they grazed his flesh. His own genitals in intimate contact with hers grew harder.
He rolled, holding onto her, and they lay for a moment on their sides, facing each other. He palmed the nipples of her breasts, moving from one to the other with one hand, while the other hand busied itself between her legs, rubbing the wiry brown hair, stroking through the outer lips of her vagina, then plunging his middle finger into the hot, moist area to stimulate her clitoris.
She moaned and returned his kiss with enthusiasm, sucking his lips, wiggling her tongue over them and into the opening. Her hands moved over his stomach and between his legs, where she found his tight testicles with one hand and gently squeezed and massaged them, while her other hand took the shaft of his penis and pulled it, stretching it toward her body and rotating it at the same time.
"Mmmm, baby," he moaned, "you really know how to please a guy." He said it to please her and because it was true.
It was obvious she was pleased. Her smile told him that. She asked, "Do you want me to suck your cock, Daddy?"
"That would be nice, baby," he said. "I'd like that. But I'm not sure I'd last. You really turn me on. Besides, you'd like to get right to it, wouldn't you?"
She nodded. It was a wonderful relationship they had, not only from an emotional and physical standpoint, but from a psychological one as well. She loved running her lips and tongue over her father's stiff, throbbing cock. She sincerely enjoyed putting the end of it between her lips and pulling at it, gently nipping the edges with her teeth. But most of all she thrilled to opening her mouth wide and taking it all in, right to the balls, then clamping her lips tight around the shaft and working her head up and down, up and down, feeling his thick flesh pulse and grow even bigger in her throat, until it swelled inside her mouth and jerked and spurted spasms of hot come that she swallowed as fast as it flowed.
He could sense that the young girl was ready. He rolled over on top of her, and she spread her legs and reached down between them to take his penis in her slim fingers and guide it unerringly toward the inviting hole. The tip of his sex organ touched her vaginal lips. Spreading them with his own fingers, he moved forward and slid his shaft all the way into her with one smooth, continuous glide.
She squealed her delight as he sank into her. She clamped her legs tight around his back and hugged him with her arms. "Oh, Daddy," she cried, "I love your beautiful cock deep in my cunt. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me good."
Dr. John Robinson smiled again, for he had every intention of fucking his daughter good. He was fully aware that a great many people would be shocked at this intimate behavior between himself and Nina. However, he firmly believed that sex was a natural and normal function of all people, and that it should be enjoyed to the fullest among all members of the family group. It could be enjoyed singly, in twos or more, just as any card game or other family entertainment might be enjoyed, with no feelings of guilt or shame to mar the act or the pleasant contemplation of it before and after.
As Nina herself had once amusingly put it: "The family that lays together, stays together!"
She rocked and rolled under him, expertly gyrating her hips and lifting her buttocks to meet his thrusts into her. She twisted her body back and forth, dragging her stiff nipples across his bare chest.
"Mmmm, you're good, baby, you're very good," he told her.
As a practicing psychiatrist, he knew the value of praise. As a father, he was proud that the praise was well deserved. A great many girls went to the marriage bed unprepared, but not Nina. The man that got her for a wife would be getting a woman with lots of experience and know-how.
As a man, he was fully satisfied by his daughter's efforts to give him sexual pleasure. Every time they had sex-intercourse or whatever-she never failed to please him with her utterly female body, with the way she stroked his penis with her hands, the way she kissed his mouth and his genitals, the way she moved her lithe young body against him to bring enjoyment to herself and to him.
Her pretty face was flushed with excitement. Her eyes were glassy, the eyelids slitted with the passion that wracked her. She moaned and clutched him to her while she rotated her hips so furiously he had to dig both his hands into the soft flesh of her buttocks to hold on. She bumped and ground her genitals against him. Her legs clamped around his body tighter. Her nails raked his back. Her tongue delved into his ear.
Dr. John Robinson found himself being carried along in the sensual excitement generated by the young girl under him. He thrust rhythmically in and out of her tight, wet, hot vagina. He caressed her buttocks with one hand while the other crawled along her bouncing body to one of her breasts, which he proceeded to massage. He buried his face in the soft musky perfume of her brown hair and increased his tempo.
She was close to coming and he wanted her to do it first, after which he would swiftly follow. He was very excited himself, but a small calm portion of his mind heard a noise at the bedroom door. A brief glance over his shoulder told him the door was slightly ajar. He didn't see them, but he was sure a double pair of young female eyes were watching the performance on the bed.
It was the twins, of course, thirteen-year-old Robin and Polly. The rascals were secretly watching. Well, if that helped turn them on, why not? Everyone had idiosyncrasies, so why not pre-pubescent girls. He slowed the frequency of his penis thrusts, but maintained the rhythm. All of them were going to have a good time-he and Nina directly, the twins by their voyeurism (and probably masturbation, if he knew them)-so why not make it last?
Outside the door, in the hallway, Robin said, "Will you move over? I can hardly see them fucking in there."
Polly moved over slightly to give her sister room to peer into the bedroom. "They're really screwing up a storm," she whispered. "Daddy's on top of Nina with his peter in her pussy."
"Yeah," Robin breathed, "and she's really enjoying it, too."
In edging forward, Robin's belly and crotch were pressing eagerly forward into Polly's buttocks, and the pressure there, plus the sight of the intercourse in the bedroom, began getting her excited. She saw the motion of her sister's arm and knew the girl was already masturbating. She put her own hand under her dress, snaked a finger under the panties, and stuck it between her legs into the warm hole of her soft-haired pussy.
Robin rubbed her downy crotch with the palm of her hand, stimulating the pubescent outer lips even while her middle finger slid all the way into the opening, touching the nub of clitoris as it slid on past into the damp, pulsing cavern. She slid it in and out slowly at first, nudging the clit with each stroke, while she stared past her trembling sister into the bedroom where her father was pumping his penis into Nina.
Oh, Daddy, she thought, how I wish you were on top of me, fucking me good, shoving your big peter in my pussy.
But then Polly would be there with her as usual, no doubt. Her father seemed to like both thirteen-year-old girls working him over at the same time, kissing his lips, his nipples, his balls, and his peter, massaging him all over.
Robin enjoyed sex with her fifteen-year-old brother, Alec, but not as much as with her father. She loved to rub his peter with her hands and kiss it and suck it. She loved moving her own crotch against him, massaging his cock with her pussy, and it was obvious the man also liked it. She could almost feel his hands rubbing her breasts and fingering the nipples, as she imagined it was she in the bedroom with him instead of her older sister.
Polly was having similar fantasies. She worked her finger in and out of her slickly wet pussy and reached up to fondle her breasts and feel the nipple rise stiffly from the touch even through the cloth of her blouse and the thin brassiere she wore. All the while her eyes never left the couple on the bed. She licked her lips and watched as her father's peter moved back and out of Nina's gleaming pussy. She ran her tongue across her lips as though tasting the balls dangling there under the crack in his bottom. Her finger tried to match the frantic though controlled rhythms of the two in the bedroom.
"Well, what have we here?" a female voice said behind them.
Robin glanced over her shoulder to see her mother standing in the corridor with an amused smile on her face. The young girl said, "Sh," but both hands were too busy to put to her lips.
"It's Daddy and Nina," Polly explained.
The older woman glanced through the crack in the door. She whispered, "You could go in there, you know. Daddy doesn't mind if you watch."
"It's more fun this way," Robin said.
Polly nodded. Her eyes were glazed and she was too far gone to speak. The flush on her cheeks told she was close to her first orgasm.
Rose Hardy Robinson smiled. "Okay, kids, have fun," she said. She turned and continued on her way down the hallway to her son Alec's room, thinking how shocked people would be if they knew the sexual freedom the Robinson family enjoyed. They'd be shocked, because that was what was expected of them-but way down deep inside, perhaps unconsciously, they'd be envious. She'd been a nudist all her life and a believer in sexual freedom, so when she and Dr. John Robinson got married he had little trouble in convincing her that their family would have no sexual hangups, no feelings of guilt or shame no matter what they did, so long as nobody was hurt.
Sex between them was inevitable because it was enjoyable and because they truly loved each other and this was one way of showing it. The thought of incest did not bother her. After all, many times she and her brother Ben had engaged in sexual intercourse when they were growing up.
She paused before Alec's door, which was partly open, and knocked.
"Come in," a young male voice said.
She opened the door. "Busy?"
He was stretched out on his bed, naked, his stiff prick between his long fingers. He was idly toying with it as he read a book.
"Oh, it's you, Mother," he said, snapping the book shut. "No, just reading is all."
His body was white and still damp from the shower he'd taken. He had a lean, hard body, as athletic as his father's. With a lean, hard prick, just like his father's, too, she thought as she stared at it. Many was the time she'd enjoyed that stiff prick. She sucked it, had it reaming out her cunt and her ass, and had it fuck her every way either of them could think of.
Alec blushed as his mother's eyes flicked over his naked, aroused body. It was not, however, a blush of embarrassment at his nudity. He was pleased by the obvious approval of his mother's eyes. The feeling was quite mutual. He shook his long brown hair from his eyes and stared back at her, x-raying her full figure with its large breasts and wide hips. At the sight of her his pecker lurched in his hand, and he felt the urge to screw her, to shove it up her snatch, to kiss her boobies and feel her butt. As an infant, he'd loved to suck her large nipples, and it was something he knew he'd never outgrow.
"Hey, you're still wet," his mother admonished him.
She grabbed the damp towel from where he'd flung it over a chair and sat down on the bed beside him. She proceeded to rub him vigorously with the towel until his body was red and tingling. She draped his crotch with the towel and was amused by the fact that it poked up in the middle like a tent pole.
"Well," she said in feigned innocence, "what have we here?" She yanked the towel away in the manner of a magician performing a trick, then she leaned forward and kissed his throbbing flesh.
Alec bit his lip and felt his pecker jerk as her lips caressed it. "Careful, woman, or you'll get a mouthful."
She licked her lips. "Wouldn't mind that at all. You look good enough to eat."
He turned serious. "So do you, Mother."
She knew what that look on his face meant. It didn't take much to arouse her son sexually, and she was proud of him for that. In addition, he was able to arouse her as well, merely by showing her his youthful body. She felt her breasts ache for his touch, her nipples stiffen in expectation of his kiss. She felt her cunt grow hot and wet as she massaged his throbbing prick with her hands.
She stood beside the bed and quickly undressed. Free of the restraining clothing, she stretched sensuously, exulting in the admiration of her teenage son who lay on the bed watching her. There was no need to play word games. Both of them had done this often before, and they knew by a word, a look, or a touch what was wanted of them.
Naked, she lay on the bed beside him, and he welcomed her with open arms, pulling her close, mashing his mouth over her lips, inserting his tongue past her teeth in quick movements. She kissed him with enthusiasm, matching his tongue motions with her own. Her hands moved down over his heaving belly to his groin, where she cradled his testicles with one hand while she pulled his penis with the other. His own hands grew busy on her body, one of them leaping from one breast to the other, the other hand rubbing the crotch between her spread legs, massaging her vaginal lips, sliding a finger into the warm dampness of the pulsating hole that was ready for him.
She pulled her mouth from his lips and kissed him on the cheek and throat. She twisted her body slightly so she could rain wet kisses along his shoulder and down on his chest. She took one nipple into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment before transferring her affection momentarily to the other one. Then she twisted more so she could kiss and tongue her way down along his flat stomach, pausing to twirl her tongue into his navel.
"Hey," he laughed, "that tickles."
She smiled, remembering how even when he was a very tiny boy she used to do that to him to make him laugh. Even as an infant, she'd taken his small stiff penis in her mouth and sucked on it to give them both security and comfort from the act. But now he was a big boy, fifteen and filled to bursting with the juices of puberty. The erect throbbing prick looming before her testified eloquently to that fact.
"I love your man's prick, Alec," she told him. "It's every bit as wonderful as your father's."
Alec felt a wonderfully warm glow of satisfaction at her words. His father had never really wanted him to feel there was any competition between them, but he still felt there was some in existence. As a result, he always tried hard to satisfy Nina and the twins and his mother-especially his mother-to be on an equal footing with his father in all their esteem.
He never expressed this feeling any more outside the family group. Once he'd made the mistake of mentioning his desires to a boyfriend, who had promptly told other boys, who in turn had smirked and called him a "mother fucker." Well, of course he was that, and he saw no reason to not admit it. He truly loved his mother and enjoyed screwing her. However, it didn't take much more derision for the youth to learn other people didn't have the same beliefs and attitudes that the Robinson family had.
His mother's spread legs were pointing in his direction. He smiled at the juncture of the full thighs where the dark triangle of pubic hair pointed the damp area between her legs that had brought him so much pleasure. She had a marvelous snatch, still very tight after all the screwing he and his father had given her, and he loved to explore it with his fingers, his mouth and tongue, and his pecker. Impulsively, he bent his head between her legs and planted a wet kiss directly on her pulsating lips.
Rose squealed her delight, and a tremor of sexual pleasure shook her from head to toe. She placed the palm of one hand under Alec's balls and gently squeezed them. With her other hand she grasped the shaft of his prick and rubbed it. At the opening in the very tip a tiny drop had congregated. She extended her tongue and licked away the dewy jewel.
It was Alec's turn to shudder.
"Feel good, honey?" she asked him.
It was a needless question. He nodded feverishly and bent his head once more into her crotch, holding onto her buttocks with both hands, while his mother sucked and blew against her vaginal lips and his tongue delved into the wet opening to lick her clit one way and then another.
Rose took her son's prick firmly in her hand, stuck out her tongue and whriled it around the knobby tip of the sex organ. She teased him with her tongue until he was frantic with desire and was thrashing about on the bed, with his own mouth and tongue furiously laving her hot genitals.
Alec was not alone in his feelings. The knowing touch of his mouth and tongue on her made Rose very excited. Her breasts ached and the nipples on them distended with increasing passion. She took the knob of his penis in her mouth and sucked greedily on it for a moment before opening her mouth wide and letting him shove it deep into her throat. She closed her lips tightly around the throbbing flesh as he jerked his prick in and out of her mouth at an increasingly frantic tempo.
She was glad she could satisfy him so thoroughly. Alec's ministrations on her crotch were more expert than a regular fifteen-year-old boy's were ordinarily. Most boys his age hadn't even heard of cunnilingus, much less practiced it. Her husband John had told her of the parade of unhappy females who came to the psychiatric couch because their husbands failed to satisfy their sexual needs. If only those unthinking males knew as much about building up a woman as Alec did, the marriages would be much happier. That was one sure thing: her son would know how to keep his own wife happy when he got married.
Alec clutched his mother's vibrating buttocks with both hands, trying to hold her steady while he centered his head over her crotch and rained hot kisses all over the insides of her sweating thighs, saving the juiciest ones for her vaginal lips before inserting his tongue between the quivering folds of hot flesh and plunging it in to rub the stiff clitoris back and forth with swift, certain strokes.
Alec enjoyed sex of all kinds, and this sixty-nining was no exception. He felt as though his entire body was on fire, being consumed by flames of passion. He felt the soft brown hair of his mother's head swish tantalizingly over his naked thighs as her head bobbed up and down on his groin and her lips tightened about his pecker. His pecker was swollen with desire as he met her head thrusts with thrusts of his own designed to shove the sex organ deep in her mouth. His sister Nina sometimes put perfume on her crotch, not for him especially, but so her snatch would smell nicer than usual. His mother didn't do that, and Alec was glad. He loved to smell the natural smells of her. He loved to have the odor of her genitals fill his nostrils, for it made him even more excited while he was tasting, licking, sucking the moist, hot quivering flesh between her legs.
Rose felt the plunges of her son's stiff penis growing swifter and she knew he was going to come before much longer. But good boy that he was, he was holding back so she could come at the same time. As she mouthed his prick and massaged his balls, she concentrated on the stiff nub of her clitoris where his tongue was pushing the hood of flesh one way and then the other. Encouragingly, she rolled her hips against his cheeks, rubbing her cunt against his mouth. She bit back a scream of delight as his tongue delved deeply and his lips and teeth nipped at her clit. She trembled, moaned, and matched his mouth movements on her cunt with her own mouth movements on his prick.
He lifted his ass from the bed for an instant. His prick swelled even more in her mouth. He grunted, unable to hold back any longer, then began thrusting the stiff prick furiously in and out of her mouth with rapid strokes. Her tongue twirled around the tip of it and her lips tightened convulsively as hot sticky fluid spurted from the end of the throbbing, spasming prick and struck the roof of her mouth.
She swallowed it as fast as it came out. At the same time, she churned her own ass so rapidly he had to dig his fingers into her flesh to keep his mouth locked to her cunt, his tongue to her clitoris. His spent prick still lay in her sucking mouth, so the scream that issued from her lips was muffled when orgasm hit her with all the force of a tidal wave. Her body shook from head to toe, her thighs twitched as spasms of pleasure wracked her.
When it was over, they lay gasping for breath, bodies sweating, passions spent. Rose removed her son's prick, now limp, from her mouth and kissed it gently before pressing it affectionately against her cheek.
"That was wonderful, Alec," she told him sincerely.
"It was wonderful for me, too, Mother," he told her. Impulsively, he twisted about on the bed, pulled her close to him, and kissed her passionately on the mouth, using his tongue this time over her lips and past her teeth to delve the cavity of her mouth with deep, soulful thrusts, which the older woman was only too happy to return.
"Oh," she said suddenly, "I nearly forgot."
"Forgot what?"
"What I'd come in here to tell you," she said, adding with a smile, "before you seduced me with this."
Playfully, she tugged his prick. Just as playfully, he retaliated by nipping gently at her nipples.
"We got a letter from Uncle Ben," she told him. "My brother Ben whom I haven't seen in years. Ben and his son and daughter are spending the summer on an island in the Gulf of California, and he's invited all of us to spend some time down there with him."
"Wow!" Alec enthused. "Does Dad know?"
"I haven't had a chance to tell him. He and Nina are too busy fucking," she said with a smile.
"Still?" Alec raised an eyebrow. "They were screwing when I took a shower."
She shrugged. "Well, you know your father. Sometimes he gets longwinded and tries to set a record."
But most of her conscious mind was not on John Robinson at all, but on her brother Ben Hardy, whom she hadn't seen in such a long time. Ben was a diamond in the rough. As youngsters they'd explored each other's body intimately from the start. They'd fucked up a storm as often as they could, and both of them had enjoyed every moment of it. Ben had a no-nonsense approach when it came to sex. He wasn't gentle and kind and slow-going like John. He took what he wanted when he wanted it. It would be a pleasant change, she thought, being fucked by a man like that. Her thoughts were interrupted by a rising moan from the other bedroom and she looked up to see Alec grinning at her.
"She's following in her mother's footsteps," Rose said. "Come on, let's go see the climax." She leaped from the bed and, naked, padded from the room into the corridor where the twins were still outside the door, both of them with glazed expressions on their faces, while their skirts were pulled up and their fingers worked frantic rhythms under panty rims into their youthful vaginas. Their moans filled the hallway.
Robin suddenly muttered, "Uh-uh-uh!" and shuddered from top to bottom, then slid down the wall to a limp heap on the floor. A short time later, Polly gulped and said, "Ohhhhhhh!" as she caught sight of her still naked brother. Without missing a stroke she moved toward him and grasped his limp penis in her hand and jerked at it.
"Sorry, Sis," Alec apologized, "but my batteries haven't recharged yet." Despite this, he felt a surge of pleasure at the touch of the thirteen-year-old's hand on his pecker.
Polly didn't answer. She licked her lips and moaned some more and kept massaging his genitals with one hand while the other hand rubbed the area between her legs. A moment later she groaned, shuddered, let go of his penis, and sat on the floor beside her prostrate sister.
Rose and her son Alec were only too happy to take the youngsters' places at the door. She even eased it open some more so they could have an unobstructed view of the bed and its two occupants. She smiled. Her husband John was really going to town with Nina. The young girl was stretched out on the bed with her legs spread wide, while her father lay between them and pumped his stiff prick into her cute little cunt. Rose watched, ever fascinated by the sight of the throbbing hunk of male flesh ramming into the opening which swallowed it, and then saw it ease out, glistening wetly from the natural vaginal lubricants within the young girl's body.
Nina's eyes were closed, but she knew full well what was happening. Her pretty face was flushed with excitement as she clasped her father tightly to her body by clamping her legs about his back and holding her arms around his neck while she gyrated her genitals against him, bumping, grinding, thrusting, twisting as his cock moved relentlessly in and out of her hot cunt. She felt herself coming, with the passion building deep inside her and rising wiftly. She squealed and mashed her lips against her father's mouth, plunging her tongue into his mouth to match his rapid strokes between her legs.
Dr. John Robinson felt himself being swept up in a sexual excitement so strong it could not be denied. He could have come before this, but he'd wanted to wait until Nina was ready, so they could culminate mutually. Besides, he always enjoyed making the sex last, whether it was with Nina, the twins, or his wife Rose.
Nina's legs released him and then flailed the air as she pumped her crotch vigorously. Her lips still glued to his mouth, she murmured, "Go, Daddy, go!"
John Robinson went. He buried his face in the musky perfume of her soft brown hair and massaged her breasts and pumped his penis into her as fast as he could. He almost winced as the muscles of her vagina gripped and released him with rhythms that told him she was close to orgasm.
Nina caught her breath, clamped her legs about him once more, and pulled him close. She muttered, "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" and came in a series of brief but violent spasms so intense it shook the bed beneath them.
Her father followed closely. The grip of her young vagina on his already swollen sex organ carried him quickly over the top in several short bursts that throbbed deep inside her. A moment later, he kissed the young girl warmly on the mouth. "That was wonderful, baby."
Her face was flushed with the warm glow of contentment. "I loved it, too, Daddy."
The sound of someone applauding made them look up. Rose and Alec came into the room, clapping their hands.
Rose said, "It was a beautiful, inspiring performance."
"I didn't know you were there," Dr. John Robinson said.
"I'll bet you didn't," Rose said unbelievingly. She sat on the edge of the bed. "If you two are through, let me tell you the news."
She told them about Ben Hardy's invitation, and John said, "I'm sure we could all stand a vacation. It'll be nice to get away and meet some relatives we haven't seen for a while. Ben has a daughter, doesn't he?"
Rose nodded. "Carol should be sixteen about now. Ben tells me she's quite a beauty. A pretty blonde, in case you're interested."
John laughed. He didn't answer, but it was obvious he was interested. He truly loved having sex with his wife and his three daughters, but it would be a pleasant change of pace to experience intercourse with his niece.
"If we're going visiting," Nina said, "make Alec cut his hair."
Indignantly, Alec brushed back his tousled brown locks with a hand. "There's nothing wrong with my hair."
"It makes you look like a girl," she said.
"Oh, yeah, does this look like a girl's?" He fingered his penis. "I'll show you." He leaped onto the bed on top of her, crushing the breath from her for a moment, and they began wrestling around.
"Hey, you two," their father said with a laugh. "Cut out the squabbling."
Rose said, "Ben also has a young son, Chris, who's seventeen."
Nina stopped struggling and looked up with interest. "Oh?"
"I thought that would make you perk up," her mother said, smiling.
Rose didn't mention that the thought also made her perk up. Ben had the same philosophy regarding sex that John had-enjoy it within the family group. She would love to feel her brother's rough but stimulating hands on her body, touching her cunt, her ass, sucking her nipples with his greedy mouth. And of course there was his son, young Chris, who would be an experience, too. The idea of feeling a couple of new pricks in her cunt, her hand, her mouth-maybe both at the same time-thrilled her very much.
They were all silent for a moment, contemplating the sexual adventures that lay ahead of them. Even the thirteen-year-old twins, Polly and Robin, were thoughtfully considering the feel of strange male hands on their youthful bodies-and apparently relishing the motion.
John reached out and playfully swatted his wife's firm, shapely buttocks. "Well, come on," he said, "let's start packing. A vacation will do us all a lot of good!"