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 The group hug must have lasted five minutes.  I was feeling so excited that
time stood still for me.  I was thinking Lynn was feeling the same way.  I
think her parents felt our happiness as they did nothing to break the hug.
Finally, John said, "This is a cause for celebration.  I have a bottle of
brandy that my dad gave me that he rescued from a French Villa during the
first world war." "Daddy, are you sure you want to open it now?" "I can't
think of a better reason that to celebrate your happiness and to welcome a
new member to our family."

   With that, we broke the hug and went to the shower to clean up.  After
we dried off, John went to the wine cellar to retrieve the bottle.  The
rest of us went into the kitchen and Debi got some sniffers for the brandy.
"My father was an officer with the American Volunteers.  He was over there
before the US had declared war.  He served with a French infantry unit and
was breveted a Major by the time the war was over.  During one of the
battles, he was holed up in a burned out villa.  His troops had found the
wine cellar, and they stayed there two days during a German artillery
barrage.  Although the house was destroyed, the contents of the cellar
stayed safe.  He managed to get several bottles of this brandy and put into
safekeeping until the hostilities were over.  He managed to smuggle it into
the US when he returned, and this is the last bottle left.  We drank the
others over the years to celebrate other milestones, such as our marriage
and Lynn's birth.  I feel that Dad would approve of our using his last
bottle to celebrate your engagement." With that, he poured a shot in each
of our glasses.  We toasted and drank.  "Good stuff.  A lot better than
anything I can afford," I said, sipping the fine liquor slowly.  "Yes it
is," John replied.  "It is probably the best that even I have ever had." We
emptied our glasses and put them into the sink.  John re-corked the bottle
and placed it into the liquor cabinet.

   Debi grabbed me and led me to the master bedroom.  "No need to stop this
party." Lynn and her father followed us.  Debi led me over to the bed and
sat me down on the edge.  She knelt in front of me and took my penis into
her mouth.  I was hard in no time at all with her wonderful lips and tongue
working my cock.  She would take me deeply, and then withdraw and lick the
head, sticking her tongue in my pee slit.  I couldn't take much of this,
and I came in very short order.  She kept sucking and licking my cock until
I was completely drained.  Now I knew where Lynn got her skills!  Debi took
her lips from my cock and stood up.  She walked around me and lay on the
bed.  She spread her legs, drawing her knees to her chest, exposing her
pussy.  I looked down and saw that there was very little difference between
Lynn and her mother.  There was the same fine brownish hair, the same puffy
lips, and the same engorged clit.  I knew how much Lynn liked having her
pussy ate, so I figured her mother would like the same.  I knelt down,
kissing her inner thighs.  I slowly worked up to the juncture of her legs,
enjoying the aroma of her arousal.  It was a somewhat familiar smell, but a
little more on the musky side.  I began to lap at the copious lubrication
pouring out of her vagina.  Debi grabbed my head, forcing it hard into her
pussy.  My tongue sought out her clit, which was protruding from its hood.
I sucked it into my mouth, and I felt her body stiffen.  She spasmed, and a
copious amount of juice was shot into my mouth and over my face.  Like
mother, like daughter, I thought.  By this time, I had regained my
erection. Debi was still laying on the edge of the bed in the afterglow of
her orgasm.  I rubbed my dick into her slit.  She opened her eyes and
pulled me to her, causing my dick to sink into her pussy.  She clasped her
legs around my back and began to thrust her pussy against me.  I felt the
bed move and I saw that John had got on one side of Debi and Lynn on the
other side of her.  John knelt by Debi's head and slipped his cock into her
mouth.  Lynn and I watched as her mother worked on John's cock, sucking it
in and out of her mouth.  After a few moments, Debi released him, and Lynn
took over sucking her father.  She put her arm between us to take hold of
his cock.  I raised up to give her more room, and she began to suck him
even deeper into her mouth.  I could tell John was nearing another orgasm.
Lynn surprised me by taking his cock out of her mouth and kissing me. 
After breaking the kiss, she further surprised me by taking John's cock and
pushing it toward my mouth.  I had never sucked another man's cock before.
Lynn looked at me expectantly, and I opened my mouth.  I figured it was the
same as Lynn sucking another woman's pussy.  (I had never seen her do it,
but I knew she made love to my mother at the hotel in Savannah.) I took
John's cock into my mouth, sucking it in and swirling my tongue around the
glans.  I felt his cock expand, and as he groaned, a gush of sperm filled
my mouth.  I have kissed Lynn many times after I came in her mouth, so I
somewhat knew what it tasted like.  As he had come before that this
evening, he did not have more than a trickle.  John pulled back and laid
down on the bed.  As I was still fucking Debi, I kissed her, sharing John's
sperm with her.  She stiffened and I could feel her vagina contract from
her orgasm.  That pushed me over the edge, and I squirted deep into her
pussy.  I rolled off of her and lay between her and John.  "What about me?
You guys had a group cum and I am still horny!" I got up and went over to
Lynn.  She was still laying on the bed on the other side of her mother.  I
grabbed her ankles, spread her legs, and dived face first into her pussy.
She squealed when she felt my tongue slide between her lips and into her
vagina.  She was very wet and as I sucked her, she poured out more and
more. Debi rolled over and started to suck on her breast, and her father
climbed over and sucked the other nipple into his mouth.  As her whole
pussy was exposed to me, I licked her from her mound to her asshole.  I
could feel her tensing up, telling me her orgasm was imminent.  I slipped
two fingers up into her vagina, finding her spot.  I pursed my lips around
her clit, and she exploded.  Her first squirt hit my chin.  I moved my
mouth over her vagina to catch the next one.  It went into my mouth, nose,
eyes, and anywhere else it could go.  I drank down her nectar, licking her
thighs and pussy.  This was one of the strongest orgasms that I have ever
seen Lynn have.

   As we were to leave in the morning, we just turned out the lights and
snuggled together in the afterglow of our orgasms.  We drifted off to
sleep, still tangled together.  We woke the next morning, still in the
afterglow of the great sex we had earlier.  We showered up, had a great
breakfast, got packed and dressed.  I called mom to tell her the news.  I
introduced her to Lynn's parents over the phone, suggesting that they meet
somewhere on their own.  I knew that we would not be able to get leave for
quite a while, and the only place that all of us could be together would be
in Savannah.  I thought that the three of them would get along famously
without our help.  If Lynn and mom got along so famously, I did not foresee
any problems.  There was some sadness in the air as we knew the vacation
was over and we had to get back to the post and report to duty Monday.  It
was a nice day and the traffic was light.  We were planning to make the
other side of Atlanta by nightfall.  We stopped in Nashville for a light
lunch and gas.

   We talked about the previous week, our future, and our childhoods. 
Since the previous night, I was curious about how Lynn had got involved in
family love.  "I am from a family of nudists.  Both sets of grandparents
were nudists, and my parents were raised in that lifestyle.  When I was
small, they were the old line ASA types, naked, yes, but no touching.  It
was supposed to be aesthetic, not sexy.  During the sixties, we met another
group that was more open about their sexuality.  There was no swinging, but
they less reserved.  My parents liked this new style, and our house became
more open.  We spent our times indoor naked.  I would sometimes see my
parents kiss and cuddle, and they taught me it was something not to be
ashamed about.  I saw them making love a couple of times, and they told me
that that was natural also.  By the mid sixties, my father had established
his engineering firm.  We purchased a house in the country where we could
have privacy outdoors also.  We held parties for our nudist friends, and it
became natural and comfortable to be nude.  "In 1966, my father had an
accident at a construction site.  He hurt his back, almost breaking it.  I
was devastated.  I thought he was going to die.  He was in traction for
several months.  He looked so helpless, just laying in bed, all hooked up
to the harness that kept his bones straight.  "I had always had a crush on
my dad.  He was my hero.  If he had died, I would have been crushed.  "Mom
and I took turns taking care of him.  He could not bathe or use the toilet
by himself.  It was a job, but I loved my daddy and I wanted him to be as
comfortable as possible.  "I came home one day early and saw mom was in
giving him his bath.  I stood by the door and watched.  She did not realize
I was there.  As she was washing his crotch, his penis stiffened.  She
gripped it and started to stroke it.  After a few seconds, she bent down
and sucked him off.  she kept it up until he came in her mouth.  I saw the
blissful look on his face and wanted to do the same for him.  "I got my
chance a couple of days later.  Mom was out and dad had an accident.  I had
to clean him up and give him, a bath.  As I was washing him, he got an
erection.  I took it in my hand and gently stroked him.  He looked at me
and asked me what I was doing.  I told him I was taking care of him just
like mom would.  He told me that I should not be doing that.  I told him
that I loved him and wanted to make him happy.  I bent down and took his
penis into my mouth.  Even though he was still protesting, he thrusting
into my mouth.  Although his movements were very limited, I knew he was
responding to my sucking him.  He erupted and I managed to swallow most of
it.  "He told me that we should never do this again, but I knew different.
He was in no position to enforce that, still being in traction.  I sucked
him off every time I tended him.  After the third or fourth time, he quit
protesting and started to tell me he enjoyed it.  I think mom knew what was
going on, but she didn't say anything.  It was after several weeks of
pleasuring him that mom walked in on us.  She didn't say anything, but
knelt down on the other side of the bed and watched me.  I was scared, but
when I seen her smile, I knew it was OK.  I think dad was a little put off
then, but when mom smiled at him, he came.  "Mom talked to me later.  She
told me that she had a crush on her father, but that he passed on before
she could show him how much she loved him.  She knew how I felt and
encouraged me to continue to make love to my father.  I told her that I
wanted him to be my first lover when he was healed up.  "I would talk to
mom about sex and love, and we explored lesbian sex.  We explored each
others bodies and what turned us on.  We would sometimes put on a show for
dad.  Afterwords, we would take turns sucking him off.  I do believe that
that sped up his recovery.  When the casts came off, we celebrated with him
making love to me for the first time.  He was gentle, but I wanted him to
really fuck me.  I had waited for it for so long.  There was a little
twinge of pain, but after he popped my cherry, it felt so good.  I must
have orgasmed four times before he came.  "We continued being nudists and
outwardly acting like the ASA types, but they would have been shocked if
they knew what was happening in out family.  You are the first to share our
secret."

   When she finished, I felt I should tell her my story.  I told her about
the accident, her depression, her fears, everything.  I told her about my
keeping her company in bed at night so she could get some sleep.  I
explained how the snuggling led to more, and how it became full blown sex,
and after she got back on our feet, that we continued to be lovers.  And I,
like her, had never told anyone about us until now.

   We got back to Hunter Field, thinking about getting back to work after
this wonderful vacation.