Chapter 12
So. There we were. I had been making it with my sibling for a long time, and now my dear wife had made it with hers. What further adventures could there be?
Well, I'll tell you what. Now that everything was out in the open, we could do a four-way! I could boff both Angie and Janice, as I'd been doing, and Tim could do it with my sister, too. Add to that the fact that both women went lesbo, and you had a mini-orgy in the making, one that was all in the family, as well!
Nor did it take us long to realize the possibilities. It couldn't happen at the incest club due to the rale against outside swinging, but it sure as heck could take place at home. So we decided to get it on the very next night.
Before that, however, something else came my way that I've just got to pass along. An old friend walked into the office the next morning and told me a tale that might as well have been about incest, too!
I guess it all started a year ago, Nick, when my son graduated from college (my friend began). I'd missed him, since I'm a widower, as you know. Since I'm only twenty years older, we've been buddies. When he was home on vacation, we'd even gone out to clubs together and chased girls. So when he said he was coming back to live with me and work for my construction firm, I was glad.
I had a lot of fun teaching my son the business. My company's small, so we'd share the heavy labor during the day, then come home to relax. I have a nice house I built myself, as you know, with a pool, a sauna, and a big screen TV. I felt a little nervous the first time he watched some X-rated tapes with me, but when he said, "C'mon, Dad, we both know what it's all about," it was okay.
Maybe that was what got me thinking about Jane and Susan. They were female versions of myself and my son: a widow my age, and a girl the same age as he.
I'd gone out with Jane and had sex with her a few times, and I had pleasant memories of her voluptuous body naked on my rumpled bed. But we'd somehow lost touch, a situation I now decided to fix in a special way.
My son and I were sitting by the pool, enjoying ice-cold beers after a tough, hot day, when I mentioned my idea to him.
"Hey, what do you say we double-date with Susan and her mother?" I proposed. "You remember them."
He thought for a moment. "Yeah, the good-looking older gal, and her sexy daughter," he replied. "Sure, why not?"
He paused. "But I get Susan!" he laughed.
I didn't think anything more about that at the time. I just called Jane and asked her. She said it would be good to see me again, and that my son would be perfect for her daughter.
My son and I picked them up the next Friday night and took them out for drinks and dinner. As we sat in the restaurant, we looked for all the world like a happy family. The only difference would have been that the son and the daughter were dating!
Jane looked great. Her tanned face was beautiful, and her curvy figure was tempting in the red silk dress she was wearing. And when I saw Susan, I knew she was her mother's daughter. In her early twenties, she had an incredible body. She was wearing a tight top and slacks that didn't hide much, and she was conscious of what she had, too.
Over dinner, I found myself talking with Susan, while Jane played the older woman to my son. But when we went on to a night club, Jane and I danced close, our bodies growing hot for each other. As they danced, Susan and my son couldn't hide the way they, too, were getting it on.
Then it was time to go further. It was a bit awkward as the four of us sat at a table, knowing what each couple had in mind. Although we weren't a family, the two generations thing was suddenly in the way.
At last, my son broke the ice. "Let's go to our place," he said, hugging Susan, who smiled.
I looked at Jane. "What do you think?" I asked.
"Why not?" she laughed. "We're either all lusty grown-ups, or we're all hot young people. But it doesn't really matter, does it?"
So we headed for the car.
At home, Jane and I went straight to my room, and Susan and my son to his. Jane and I couldn't get at each other quickly enough to renew our old affair. I nearly ripped her red silk dress off, then her wild red bra and panties. I tore off my own clothes, laid her back on the bed, and was in her almost before we knew what was happening.
Her large, firm breasts pressed my chest, and her luscious hips moved under me, meeting my thrusts. She felt silky and wonderful inside, just as before. Her beautiful face strained as she came once, then again, clutching me happily.
Then I pulled out, we rolled over, and suddenly she had me in her mouth, her hair tenting over my gut. She gave great head, something she'd never done for me before. But then she moved up and took me inside her again, and I watched her voluptuous body move like an essay in lust.
Pretty soon, I came like crazy, shooting strongly up into her. It was the best time we'd ever had together, and we collapsed into a satisfied sleep.
Before I dropped off, though, I heard the sounds of my son still making it with Susan in the next room. And I couldn't help but wonder what the daughter would be like in bed.
In the morning, it was a bit embarrassing. The night had worn off, and Jane and I realized that we'd just "shared" a foursome with our own daughter and son.
"How do we face them?" she asked, getting up deliciously naked from my bed.
"I guess we just put on robes and go out there," I replied.
So we did that, finding them in robes, as well. We cooked breakfast, and sat around the table with everyone fully conscious of what had just occurred. Indeed, I found myself looking at Susan, scarcely able to hide my mental picture of her balling my son. He was looking similarly at Jane, as the women were, too, at us.
We were still a bit uncomfortable, but even more, we were having a good time. So we decided to meet again that night at my place, for a cookout by the pool.
During the day, I thought it over. The four of us were like a family, but we technically weren't. And we all probably knew what was about to happen, because of both facts! As Jane had indicated, however, maybe we should just go with the flow.
That evening, she and her daughter arrived wearing string bikinis under their casual clothes. My son and I changed into swimsuits, too. Now we were all practically naked in front of each other. As we cooked and ate dinner, my son and I frankly viewed both women's bodies, not just the one we were "supposed" to be with, and they did the same with ours.
For my part, Susan was incredibly tempting, a younger version of her mother, for sure. And my son must have been seeing Jane as a marvelously mature and sexually experienced woman.
Then we all went in for a swim. And I still don't know who started it, but we shucked off our suits before we did so! My son honestly gaped at Jane's heavy breasts, womanly hips, and thick bush as they came into view. And I delighted in Susan's fresher counterparts!
After that, it was all happily downhill. As we played in the water, I was suddenly touching Susan's young nakedness for the first time and my son was holding Jane's mature body to his. Pretty soon, we were getting out of the pool and heading for the bedrooms, not worrying about generations or who was with whom.
In other words, I made it with Susan, going wild over her new body and her youthful personality. And my son did it with Jane, surely getting blown away by what she knew. Nor must the women exactly have been disappointed by the change of pace!
In the morning, the four of us again sat around the table. But we were happier this time, knowing it was all out in the open and that we'd dared to have the best of both worlds!
So that was how it started (concluded my friend)-and that's how it ended! Maybe you won't believe it, Nick, but we all wound up living together. We are one big, happy family, and yet we aren't. If I have to draw you a picture, I have sex regularly with both the mother and the daughter, though not at once, and my son does the same. I'm even thinking of marrying Jane, and Tom wants to wed Susan, but even then we'll probably "cheat." And when we all go out, we do get a kick over how people must see us, and how we secretly are.
. . .As I'd sat there in my office listening to it, my friend's story had really impressed me.
"I guess if you're happy, that is all that matters," I told him, without revealing my own bizarre life style. "After all, nobody's getting hurt, and you only go around once in life. You've got so many benefits, too."
"That's what we think, Nick," my friend said with a smile, as he got up to go. "And thanks for listening. It's done me good."
But after he left, damned if my sexy sister didn't come in and tell me another tale. It must have been my day for them!
"Remember that lusty aunt at the incest club, who always took on her two nephews?" Angie asked, plopping her gorgeous body down in a chair.
"How can I forget?" I responded.
"Well," said my sibling, "you won't believe what
I heard she's doing now!"
The situation changed when one of the young studs got married and moved to South America (my sister related). As a result, auntie convinced the other nephew to secretly move in with her. That way, she made up in frequency what she lacked in quantity, as it were!
Soon, though, maybe because she still had less male action, the wanton aunt developed her lesbian side. And the way she got the young women for her tastes was wild as could be.
She'd have her nephew go out, pick up a girl, and bring her home. Then, when they were naked and going at it, she'd appear from nowhere, dressed in some kinky outfit like black leather! The young woman would be so gone in sex that she'd be open to anything. So auntie would take over and go head to foot with her, eating her pussy and getting the kicks she wanted in return.
Sometimes it worked in reverse (Angie said). The aunt would go to a lesbo bar and pick up a partner of her own. Then, when they were doing their wanton thing, the nephew would jump out for some hetero action with the new girl.
In both cases, the young stud was kept happy by having women his own age, in addition to his lustful auntie. And in both situations, three-ways would happen, too. The lucky guy might fuck the older and the younger woman in turn, or he might lie back and have one ride his cock while the other one sat on his face!
"So that's the way it still is with them, Nick," my sister concluded. "I just thought you'd like to know."
"Thanks," I replied. "But am I to have no peace? My buddy just told me a sex story, and now this. Quite frankly, with all this talk, my cock's been dripping for an hour!"
"Oh, poor brother!" purred Angie, getting up from her chair and coming over. She massaged my shoulders and then dropped to her knees, as she'd done many times before.
"Let me take care of you," she laughed musically, reaching for my fly. "Then your cock can 'talk' to me!"
So my member sprang out readily, and she took it into her sweet, heart-shaped mouth. She used her full lips on the head for a while, also flicking her hot tongue over it. Holding the base between her fingers, she applied pressure, also reaching behind to fondle my balls. Her dark hair fell over my lap, and her brown eyes gazed soulfully up at me. It was somehow even wilder because she was fully dressed.
"Oh, yeah!" I sighed deeply. "I thought I'd be thinking about those stories, but I'm only thinking of you!"
"Mmmmm," was her only reply. "Mmmmm!" Damn, it's great to have a woman give you head. And when that woman's your own, beautiful sister, it's a crazy kind of heaven!
Then Angie really got down to business. Still fingering my base, she took as much as she could of my length into her hot mouth. She began bobbing up and down, her dark hair shaking. She sucked, too, and she used her tongue on the sensitive underside of my shaft. By now, she was a true expert.
"Ohhh!" I gasped. Damn, she was good. "Ohhh!"
Higher and higher I built, until I was ready to go off like a skyrocket. Then I did explode, with a huge release and a major gusher into her waiting mouth.
"Unnn!" I went. "Unnn! Ahhhhh!"
My sister was very, very good.
And, like I've said before, Angie always swallowed.
"Now you do me, Nick!" she laughed, licking her lips and getting to her feet. There was still a little bit of white froth at the corners, and she wiped it off.
"Gladly," I replied, zipping my supremely satisfied cock back in. "But have you realized that we're supposed to get it on with Janice and Tim for the first time, this very night? It seems a bit unfair to them, not to mention our taking the edge off."
"You worry too much," my sister replied. "What they don't know won't hurt them, and this can whet our appetites, instead!"
So she went over and sat in a chair, and I knelt at her feet in turn. I pulled down her panties, then, on a fun-filled impulse, stuck my head up under her skirt instead of raising it.
It was great in there, in the dark. I was in a sexy, intimate world all my own. I inhaled her musky female aroma and nuzzled her humid bush, as my hands stroked her silky thighs. I sort of felt in touch with the essence of all women, but it was even better because she was my own sister!
I stopped dreaming, though, and moved on to give her oral pleasure. I tongued her labia, then opened her up with my fingers, seeking her wet, inner pink. My tongue traced her every tender fold, finally settling on her joy button, as she wiggled around with arousal. From above came her muffled cries of excitement.
"Ohhh, Nick!" she went. "Ohhh, we're so damn good together. Ohhh!"
And I knew we were. Our being so closely related gave us a sixth sense for each other's G-spots, physical, mental, and spiritual. Don't knock sex with your sibling if you haven't tried it, I thought!
More and more rapidly I licked her, until her loins began to spasm under my tongue. Then I really went at it, trying to bring her to an especially big O. And suddenly, she made it, putting out even more hot juice for me to lick up. Her thighs tightened on my head, and her hands clutched my shoulders, outside the skirt.
"Ohhh, yes!" Angie panted, as waves of ecstasy rushed through her gorgeous form. "Yes. Yesss!"
What more can I say? There's nothing in the world quite like giving your own sister head!
Afterward, she suggested that we fuck, too, in another one of our great sessions of incest on my desk. But I vetoed that, because we had to save something for the swinging night that was to follow, and because, after all, we had to get some work done at the office!
"All right, Bro," Angela laughed as she got up and rearranged her clothes. "But I'll take a rain check!"
"Don't worry," I replied. "With you around, it won't be rainy for long!"
So, I'd heard two sexy stories, and I'd had sex with my sister once again.
What a day! And what a night to come!