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 Grandpa Jack And The Twins ...  And Mommies And Daddies By Seamus

   This is the third in a series of erotic novels (as opposed to short
stories) featuring Grandpa Jack Cartwright and his twin granddaughters.  In
Grandpa Jack And The Twins Hook Up, the incestuous trio met the Pearson
family in a restaurant and the two families engaged in torrid sex inside
their own family.  In Grandpa Jack And The Twins Go Camping, the Pearson
family meet Grandpa Jack and his wanton granddaughters at a campground and
the two families, plus some cousins of the Pearson kids, enjoyed a week of
wicked debauchery in the open air.

   But the Pearson children are the only ones whose parents are in on the
licentious partying.  Their cousins, for instance, don't understand why
they can't love their parents the way the Pearson children can-and there
are two other children who are wondering the same thing....

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   This is Version 1.1 of Grandpa Jack And The Twins ...  And Mommies And
Daddies; it's been published before (on Loliwood Studios here at ASSTR, for
instance).  It's the same story, but some disconnects have been cleared up,
some grammar and spelling corrected, some non sequiturs eliminated, and
some text added to flesh out the storyline.

   I hope you like this work of fiction, but if you can't handle
novel-length stories, then please feel free to pass this by.

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   CHAPTER ONE

   Picking up where Grandpa Jack And The Twins Go Camping ended....

   "...Yeah, Grandpa Jack," came a soft, girlish voice Grandpa Jack knew
very well.

   "What about our Mommy and Daddy?" Alicia and Carrie asked mournfully, in
unison this time.

   The question hung in the night air and Grandpa Jack had no answer for
it. He should've known it would come some day, but he'd let himself pretend
it never would.

   He looked around the suddenly quiet circle of naked kids and three
adults.  "I ...  well ...  how do we know everybody's parents are going to
like this thing we're doing?  How do we know that?  It's not like we can
just go up and ask 'em if they'd like to have sex with their darling
children, can we?  It's a lot more complicated than that.

   "Think about it ...  if they find out just you kids are involved in sex
with each other, how do you know they won't go ape-shit, huh?  That's why
you've been keeping it a secret from them, right?

   "And you need to know this-if one of your moms or dads even thinks one
of us grownups is doing nasty things with you guys-and if they get pissed
about it-the adults go to jail ...  forever...  ," Grandpa Jack said
somberly.

   "None of us are gonna tell the cops!" fifteen-year-old Brenda Rogers
said disgustedly.  "Not gonna happen!" There was a low rumble as the other
children backed up what Brenda had said.

   "I know that.  None of you would do it on purpose," Grandpa Jack
replied. He was quiet for a minute.  He was warming to the idea of adding
more adults to the party ...  and the kids had a point.  It wasn't fair to
have one set of parents involved and not the others.

   "So ...  if you kids want to include your parents ...  how do we go
about it?" Grandpa Jack asked.

   "Safely!!" Sandy Pearson interjected emphatically.  "I don't want my
Daddy going to jail, and I don't want to go there either, just because
we're tryin' to get your Mom and Dad to come over to the side of carnal joy
and eternal fucking, Brenda."

   "I second that motion!" Grandpa Jack chipped in vigorously.  Clearly not
getting stuck behind bars was very important to him.  There was a subdued
chuckle from the group that started with Sandy's ending comment, and
continued more strongly when Grandpa Jack agreed so stridently.

   There was a disturbance in the shadows, a scrap of metal against dirt,
and movement that caught Grandpa Jack's attention.  Greg Pearson was
fidgeting in his chair.  He scooted his butt back in his chair twice, sat
up tall ...  then slumped back down three times.

   "Is there something you'd like to share with us, Greg?" Grandpa Jack
asked pointedly.

   Greg took in a deep breath, then let it all back out.  "Well, heck ...
uhhhh, I don't know how to say this, but you might not have as much trouble
with my sister as you'd think," he said tentatively.

   His wife looked at Greg askance for a bit, then popped her hand up to
her mouth.  "Oh my God," she said.  "I forgot all about that!" She
chortled. "Go 'head, honey.  Tell 'em."

   "Tell us what?" Brenda Rogers asked.  She was confused at the seeming
change of subject.  "What about Mom?"

   Greg coughed and cleared his throat, shifting around, trying to find a
comfortable spot in his camp chair.  It didn't fool anyone.  He was just
stalling.

   "Uncle Greg!" Darlene said firmly.  "WHAT?"

   "Well," Greg said hesitantly, "you see ...  when your mom and I were
young ...  like y'all are now...." He was still delaying.

   "UNCLE GREG!!!" Brenda yelled, not in the mood for more dissembling.

   Her Uncle Greg gave up.  "Okay!  Geeeeze, give me a break will ya?  I'm
new at this!" He took another deep breath.

   "We, my sister and I, used to fool around a little ...  kinda like you
guys are doing," Greg said warily, not at all sure how his nephews and
nieces were going to take this bit of news.  There was a short silence.

   "A little?  What does that mean?  Fool around?  With our Mom?  You mean
you were having sex with her?" Twelve-year-old Darlene, asked wonderingly.
She stared intently at her mother's brother for a long moment.

   "You do mean that, don't you?  Oh wow!" she breathed, absorbing her
uncle's confession ...  if that was what it was.  "Very cool!" she said a
couple of seconds later.  "Are you still doing it?" She asked interestedly.

   "No!" Greg said emphatically.  "No!  Not anymore.  We quit when I went
off to college ...  but ...  uh ...  before that we were ...  you know ...
doing ...  uhhhhh it," he added.

   "How much?" Darlene demanded.  A new idea struck her.  "An' what all did
you do with her?"

   Greg tried to brush that off, shrugging his shoulders in reply.

   "Dang it, Uncle Greg!!" Darlene was not letting it go.

   "We fucked every darn day!" Greg snapped, exasperated.  "And even more
when our Mom an' Dad weren't around!"

   There was a murmur all around the circle of kids.  Greg had just learned
there were no secrets that needed to be kept from kids you were fucking ...
and no recriminations from them either.

   Darlene was impressed.  "Very cool, Uncle Greg," she said.

   Greg was moderately surprised at the admiring tone of her voice.  She
looked around at her siblings.  "Be nice if we could do it every day, huh?"
she suggested.

   Greg wilted.  It occurred to him that instead of a solution, he'd
complicated the issue by raising expectations.  The silence was, but not a
particularly hostile one.

   "But you don't do anything with Mom nowadays, huh?" eleven-year-old Todd
Rogers asked thoughtfully.

   Greg nodded, agreeing with the question.  "Yeah ...  I mean ...  no, we
don't ...  uh ...  you're right," he said by way of clarification.

   "But, Uncle Greg," Todd insisted, "Why not?  She sure puts her hands all
over you and kisses you like you are!  Why aren't you still ...  having sex
with her?" He sounded mystified.  "If Mom kissed me and stuck her tongue
down my throat like she does you, I think I'd be doing her every night!" he
added.  "Tryin' to, anyway," he added.  His eyes lost focus as he stared
into the fire.  He had to adjust his cross-legged position when his young
dick began to rise precipitously.  An image of him atop his own mother and
his prick sliding in and out of her slick pussy had bloomed suddenly in his
mind.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...  ," Grandpa Jack interrupted, taking the
conversation back.  "So ...  well ...  is that the opening we need so we
can get the Rogers' mom and dad together with us, playing happy games out
here?" he asked rhetorically.

   "Whaddya think, Greg, old boy?" He grinned at the still mildly
uncomfortable head of the Pearson family.  "Maybe your sister hasn't
forgotten how really good it felt to have her brother's dick shoved way up
inside her when Mommy and Daddy weren't around, eh?  Is she considering a
return engagement, you think?" Grandpa Jack chuckled happily at the
prospect of adding more folks to the incestuous group around him.

   The silence was broken only by the snapping of coals from the burning
logs in the fire pit.

   "Well...." Sandy spoke slowly, considering her words before she spoke
them.

   "We can certainly find out easy enough," she said thoughtfully.  She
looked at her husband, then at Grandpa Jack.

   "There's nothing tricky about the first move he can make to find out. 
Heck, all he has to do is just kiss her back one time and see what her
reaction is." She paused to think.  "What I mean is ...  if she's just
doing it for some kind of weird fun-if she gets all bent oughta shape when
he kisses her back, all Greg has to do is say he was calling her bluff-no
harm, no foul.  That'd be the end of it-if she's just bein' a cock teaser,"
Sandy concluded.

   "And if she tries to rape me right there in the doorway?" Greg asked,
almost plaintively.

   "Then you're going to get laid, Uncle Greg and we'll have Mom on our
side ...  that's what's up, Uncle Greg," Ryan Rogers said sarcastically. 
"Geeeeeeeze, Uncle Greg ...  you don't want to have sex with Mom?  How
come? She isn't hot enough any more?" Ryan thought for a second.  "You
sayin' Mom likes to get fucked in the doorway?" he asked interestedly.

   "Ah, no, I don't know ...  I mean yes, I think she's hot," Greg
protested.  "...But I don't know where she likes to...." He suddenly
realized he did know where his sister liked to have sex-or at least where
she had liked to get it.  "Uhhhhh, well ...  she did used to like getting
bent over the kitchen sink and me takin' her from behind while she looked
out the window...." He looked all around the circle.

   "...Don't know if she still likes it that way...." Greg took a moment to
think things through.  He'd been fucking his daughters and other girls all
weekend long; most of the girls had brothers who fucked them several times
out here too ...  and who knows how many times the girls had done it in the
privacy of their own homes before coming out here.

   Also ...  he and Amy, his sister, had had a ball fucking each other when
they were kids.  So, why not again, as adults?

   "I will find out where her mind is on the subject of brothers fucking
sisters," Greg promised, smiling for the first time.

   Grandpa Jack raised his hand for attention.  "It could just be something
she does automatically, you know?  Just a way to make Greg's face get red
so she could giggle at the expression on his face ...  or something like
that.  Sisters have been embarrassing brothers one way or another since ...
forever, ya know."

   "Yeah, that's true," Greg replied.  "But...." He looked around the
circle of hopeful, naked kids and the few adults.  "I ...  don't think so,"
he added slowly.  "I don't think she's bluffing at all."

   There was a pause while everyone considered what Greg had divulged. 
They all sucked in a deep breath.

   "Okay ...  so the first step is to find out how she feels these days,"
Sandy said, "...and if she doesn't flatten Greg with a left hook, maybe we
can build on her feelings-encourage her, sorta?

   "Maybe one of the boys, Ryan or Todd, sees Greg and her doing something
...  and Greg helps him join in?  And ...  and ...  and then what then? 
I'm brainstormin' here people.  Gimme a little help." Sandy remarked.

   ???

   "How about Stan?" Sandy asked later.  Stan was Greg's brother-in-law,
Amy's husband.

   Sandy's daughter, Natasha snorted.  "Uncle Stan," she said delicately,
"is a 'dirty old man' and he doesn't mind ...  well, he doesn't mind me
knowing it at least!"

   "He really, REALLY likes looking at me in tight shorts, loose tops or
when I'm in a 'itty, bitty' bikini," Natasha said easily.  "I'm pretty sure
can get him to join the crowd with no prob at all," she said confidently.

   "Really?" Brenda asked dubiously.  "My Dad does that?  I haven't ever
seen him do it."

   "Oh yeah!  And, dear, sexy Cuz ...  he looks at you too," Shawn
remarked. "I've seen him watching you and Natasha an' your sisters ...  an'
any other girl around." He chuckled.  "And he doesn't even hide what he's
doin' when he's hangin' with us guys ...  'cause he knew we were pervin' on
you girls too."

   "You know what?" Shawn contemplated.  "I bet Natasha can pretend to give
in an' let him do her any time she wants him to," Shawn commented with a
broad grin.  "Poor ol' Uncle Stan won't know what hit him!" Shawn laughed.

   "So ...  Dad," Shawn began, returning to an earlier topic.  "You and
Aunt Amy, huh?  I'll bet she was a really hot fuck back then, huh?" He shot
a sly glance to his left.

   "Hey!" Ryan said indignantly.  "My Mom-" He broke off abruptly.

   "Is about as hot as my Mom-who you got to fuck already?  Right, Mr. 
Ryan Alexander Pearson?  Is that what you were goin' to say?" Shawn asked
heatedly.

   Shawn had been ready for just this particular objection from his cousin.
"And she might be just as good as MY Mom at fucking thirteen-year-old boys
...  like me, maybe?" he added, laying the challenge out for his cousin to
either pick up ...  or not.

   Ryan thought for a moment and swallowed hard.  "Prob'ly...  ," Ryan said
cautiously, very much aware just how deep his foot was inserted in his
mouth.

   A couple of second thoughts, together with Shawn's ribald questions
pushed the indignation out of his mind.  There was a tinge of building
excitement.  "Ya think maybe we could both...."

   "Whoa, horsy!  Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves here," Grandpa
Jack remarked.  "Plenty of time to get into that later."

   The kids thought he was making a joke.  Appreciative chuckles and
titters said it was a good one.

   "No, I meant ...  ah, heck, never mind," Grandpa Jack said.  He thought
about the things the kids had said, and what Greg had revealed.  "Well,
maybe that's one set of parents we can make plans for and see where it
goes," he observed.  "One down, two to go," he added.

   Sandy Pearson giggled.  "Maybe not so difficult with Alicia and Carrie's
Mom, at least, either," she said coyly.

   "Really?" Alicia and Carrie chorused.  They leaned forward, staring at
Sandy intently.

   "What do you mean?" Grandpa Jack asked cautiously.  He wasn't as sure as
his 'adopted' daughter that Candace could ever be convinced to let down her
hair this far.

   "Honey, in the restaurant ...  when you first walked in, your daughter
started building fences around you about half a second after she saw me
looking at you," Sandy said earnestly.  She giggled.

   "Oh, nooooo, I don't think so.  Ahhhh ...  hmmmm ...  I see ...  well
... she was-"

   "Baby, she was marking out her territory and makin' damn sure I knew
where the boundary was," Sandy said pertly.  She giggled at the memory.

   "Daddy, dear ...  think about it.  Remember how y'all were walking in?
She was in front of you ...  and then she was all of a sudden walking right
beside you ...  between me and you ...  and the little minx showed you
enough cleavage to keep your eyes exactly where she wanted them, didn't she
...  didn't she?"

   Sandy grinned broadly, cocking her head to the side and daring Grandpa
Jack to contradict her.  "And then, she strutted like a cheap whore on a
Saturday night right on up the aisle, making sure you noticed her hips and
behind just a' churnin' an' churnin' like a cement mixer, didn't she,
Daddy-dear?" she asked sweetly.

   Grandpa Jack searched his memory.  "Well, yeah ...  kinda," he admitted
at length.  "But-"

   Sandy stuck out her tongue and made a rude noise.  "Kinda nothing!" she
said forcefully.

   "When she got you got to the table and put you in the seat she wanted
you in, then she bent over right in front of you and showed you more tit
... and that cute little wiggle in her behind when she walked anywhere for
the rest of the time she was there ...  whew-eeeeeeeeeee!" She laughed. 
"Nice legs too, huh, Grandpa Jack?  Does she always wear spike heels
bringing her kids to see you?"

   Sandy giggled at the look on Grandpa Jack's face.

   "I don't think Grandpa Jack's sexy daughter will have much of a problem
havin' her big hunk of a Daddy do nasty things to her," she said firmly. 
"But I don't think she knows, yet, just how much she wants her Daddy,"
Sandy added.

   She giggled.  "We'll just have to help her realize what she really wants
...  what she can't even admit to herself!" A contented expression crossed
her face.  She giggled again.  "If Daddy's wittle girl wants Daddy's big
ol' cock in her wittle pussy, we'll just have to help her get it, won't
we?"

   Grandpa Jack shifted uncomfortably.  For a professional girl watcher, he
had to admit he'd dropped the ball that day, and maybe lots of other days
too-he'd have to sort out a lot of memories stored behind some closed
doors. Clearly, he'd missed his daughter's possessiveness-and what it might
mean.

   "How 'bout this for a plan for Daddy's 'other' daughter?" Sandy said at
length.  Her voice was low and serious.  "How 'bout we find a way to get
everyone together with her and her husband ...  and all the kids ...  and
maybe little Miss Sandra starts calling big ol' Grandpa Jack 'Daddy' every
time she turns around ...  and maybe ...  what's her name, anyway?"

   "Candace," Grandpa Jack answered.

   "Candace?" Sandy's face blanked.  An expression of delight spread over
her features.  "You mean to tell me your daughter is named Candy??" Sandy
guffawed.  "Was that somebody's Freudian slip, or what!"

   "No, it's 'Candace' ...  not 'Candy' ...  not ever!" Grandpa Jack
corrected quickly.  "She doesn't like that name...."

   "Daddy, dear," Sandy purred.  "We get her in bed with you and I'll bet
you can call her 'Cum Slut Sugar Pussy Fuck Baby' if you want to." She
paused.  "Mmmmm ...  Candy is a cool name," she observed.  "A little corny,
but when you think about it, it makes ya think of ...  hot stuff.  "Was it
your idea to name her that?"

   Grandpa Jack shook his head vehemently.  For once, he had nothing to
say. His mouth was suddenly dry-to the point he was forced to swallow a big
gulp of Pepsi.  Then he shrugged helplessly.  "I don't have a clue now,"
Grandpa Jack protested.

   "Ohhhhh-kayyyyyy ...  well, we can table that for now," Sandy continued,
not entirely sure Grandpa Jack was being forthright.

   She grinned.  "Anyway, I think when the lovely and sexy Candy-girl sees
a rival calling her father 'Daddy' she's going to have a big-time hissy
fit!" Sandy thought for a second.

   "But she can't let her feelings show, just right off the bat ...  that
wouldn't be proper ...  oh, no ...  never.  Couldn't have that, could she?"

   Sandy's eyes lost their focus while she thought.

   "So ...  Daddy's little candy girl is going to be on a mission to break
up Daddy and Sandy tout suite but she'll try to do it without admitting to
herself or anyone else why she's doing it.  Hmmmm....  But when that
doesn't work; when I don't back off-what then?"

   She thought for a moment.  Her audience waited more-or-less patiently.

   Greg coughed.  "Okay ...  how about this?" he offered.  "Maybe Miss
Candy ...  ahhhh ...  I got it!  How 'bout she catches you and Grandpa Jack
doing the big nasty some day, huh?

   "She'll know you're winning the contest then, Sandy.  Won't she-right?
She'll be thinkin' her Daddy is paying Sandy waaaaay more attention than he
is to Candy ...  and she won't be able to stand that, will she?"

   Sandy's eyes unfocused.  "I think so.  I mean-if she was showing you her
tits and wiggling her ass for you, just 'cause she saw another adult woman
in the room lookin' at you, what is she going to do if she thinks that
woman has an inside track to Daddy's cock?  Hah!  I bet she 'seduces' you,
Grandpa Jack, before you can whistle Dixie...."

   "Well, what about us?  What about our parents?" Elaine Campbell asked
after a short silence.

   "Oh ...  I don't know," Sandy said cheerfully, all out of ideas for the
moment.  "We'll get there though."

   "I don't know what to do about my dear hunk of a big brother," Sandy
mused, "but we'll think of something.  Heck, I may seduce the big lunk
myself," she added a moment later.  "Hey!  We already got something for all
or some of two sets of parents, right?  And we only been working on it for
a few minutes, right?" she declared.

   "Okay," Elaine mumbled.

   She wasn't totally content, but knowing the adults were working on the
dilemma was a good start.  She felt around in her brother Jeff's lap and
found his flaccid penis.  She leaned over and took him in her mouth.

   CHAPTER TWO

   "Gregggg, honey!!" cooed the tall blonde.  "Mmmmmmm, you're lookin'
great, baby," she whispered in his ear.  She looked over his shoulder and
then threw a quick glance over her own.  She didn't see any kids, which was
a good thing.  Kids carry tales.  Cuddling closer, taking another half-step
to plaster her body against her brother's arms, she wrapped her arms around
his neck.  As she usually did, she then planted a hot, promising kiss on
her brother's lips.

   To her surprise, Greg didn't back away-didn't even blink.  Instead, he
slid his arms around his sister's waist and pulled her closer ...  and
kissed back.  For the first time since Greg was a college-bound boy, Amy
Rogers felt her brother's tongue flick against hers, seeking it out and
deliberately twinning with it.

   Startled by the passionate kiss, Amy froze, then arched her back to move
her head back.  She stared hard at her brother for a long moment, deep into
his eyes.  Then she relaxed again.  The momentary hard planes of her face
eased.  An eager smile curved her soft lips and she enthusiastically kissed
him back.  She tried to get Greg's leg between hers so she could grind her
groin against his thigh.

   "YES!!" Greg roared ...  but only in his head.

   "Phase One complete, General, Sir," he crowed silently, reporting first
stage success to Grandpa Jack.  It appeared his sister, Amy, had not been
just teasing these past few years.  Apparently, Amy was still hot as a
cheap pistol and ready to prove it.

   Greg pressed his sister back with his hands on her hips and looked her
over, smiling happily.  Little sister had only improved through the years.
Maturity and bearing children had made her breasts bigger and rounded out
her figure a little, but that was all.

   Taller than average, with gorgeous legs, and blonde to the nth degree,
Amy had big boobs that jutted proudly from her chest ...  'points all her
own sittin' way up high', Greg thought, remembering the tune from the
oldies station his mother used to listen to.  He grinned.  He'd liked that
song, and what it was about.

   Those boobies were awfully sensitive back when they were kids-he
wondered if they still were.  He cupped her right breast in his left hand
and massaged it through Amy's clothing.  Her muffled groan and a point of
hardness under his palm told him her nipples were still easily excited.

   "God Greg, where have you been all this time, honey?  Don't you know I
need this?" Amy whispered breathlessly in her brother's ear when he bent
his head back in for another breathtaking kiss.  She ground her lower body
against his, gasping at the sudden heat spouting up from her cunt.  Brother
and sister traded more kisses, letting their hands wander over each other's
bodies.

   Amy moaned aloud.  Dazed, she was the one who broke the kiss for once.
She looked down the hallway again to see if the kids had come back to the
front of the house, but she and Greg were still alone in the foyer. 
Eagerly, Amy smothered her brother with kisses.  When Greg's hands cupped
her buttocks, her heart pounded harder.  She crushed her breasts against
his chest, desperately wanting to rip her clothes off and let her brother
take her right here on the floor.

   She pushed him back, her hands on his chest and fighting to catch her
breath.  "JESUS, Greg," she whispered.  "No one turns me on that fast 'cept
you ...  but why the hell did you have to pick right now?  All the kids are
here and Stan'll be home in a minute or two...."

   She molded her body back up against her brother's, and clung to him for
a final lover's kiss before breaking away.  Trembling, she backed away and
forced herself to turn around and retreat down the hallway.  Looking back
at him, she flashed a hot, wicked grin at him, promising they would resume
this later.

   "Way to go, Uncle Greg!" Brenda whispered as she sidled through the
doorway.  "Mom's hot as a firecracker," she added, giggling softly.  She'd
been sneaking peeks around the doorjamb and had watched every second of her
mother's flustered reaction to Greg's sudden acceptance of his sister's
advances.

   Brenda squeezed by her uncle into the house, though not without a
clandestine squeeze of his left butt-cheek as she passed, and continued on
into the house.  Brenda threw him a mischievous grin over her shoulder.

   There was a naughty, exaggerated sway in her walk, just to remind her
Uncle Greg what he would be getting on a regular basis if the plan he'd
just put into operation succeeded.

   ???

   "I think I'll just go help Sis with the dishes," Greg remarked, rising
from the couch and making his way out of the family room where his
brother-in-law, Stan, was taking on all comers in the latest Wii game.

   "Nah ...  you don't need to do that," Stan protested, getting up from
his easy chair.  "You're a guest; I'll go," he added.

   "Uncle Stan!" Natasha complained shrilly.  "You PROMISED you'd play me
next," she said, pouting prettily.  Twelve-year-old Darlene almost laughed
out loud and ten-year-old Georgia had a hard time keeping a straight face
too.  While Stan was in the restroom a few minutes ago, Uncle Greg warned
everyone what he was going to try, and said for everyone to be cool and to
pretend they didn't notice anything weird going on.

   Stanley Rogers' reaction had been predictable, so Natasha had been
designated to make the protest to give Stan an 'out' and leave Uncle Greg
and his hot-blooded sister alone in the kitchen.  Natasha had a
scoop-necked top on today, a deep scoop, and no bra.  She was pretty sure
the upper slopes of her young breasts were tantalizing enough to hold her
uncle's attention while her Dad went to up the ante with his sister.

   But if that didn't work, there were lots of young girl's bodies between
him and the door to slow him down, and they were all wearing short shorts
and tops that could be made to gap wide open for Uncle Stan's benefit. 
Worst case-if Uncle Stan insisted on pushing his way past all the
obstacles-all the kids would begin talking loudly and Shawn would walk
toward the kitchen.  He'd be bawling at every step for 'Aunt Amy' at the
top of his lungs.  That was a signal for Greg to put discontinue whatever
he was doing and on an 'innocent' act, fast!!

   As Greg walked out, Sandy put a cautionary finger to her lips behind
Stan's back.  The kids were excited and she understood that, but if they
didn't calm down, they'd give the game away.  If there were too many
unexplained giggles and too many elbows dug into too many ribcages, Stanley
Rogers was going to figure something was up and the point of the exercise
was to keep him from getting suspicious in the first place.

   Keeping him distracted with hot, young girls who were more than willing
to let him see down her top wasn't a bad plan ...  seemed to be working
nicely, as a matter of fact.  Stan wasn't doing nearly as well on the Wii
this afternoon as he usually did.

   ???

   In the kitchen, Greg walked quietly to where his sister was busy at the
sink.  Stepping up behind her, he reached around and cupped her big
breasts, molding them with his hands and massaging them together.  "My
little sister is so damned sexy," he whispered in her ear.

   Amy muttered something guttural and thoroughly unintelligible, leaned
back into him, and put her hands behind her.  She searched for his cock
hidden in his pants and squeezed it when she found it.

   "When did you get your bra off?" Greg said interestedly.

   "About two minutes after you made me so damned horny in the front
hallway," she answered breathlessly.  She turned around in his arms and
threw her arms around his neck.  Her big tits squashed against his chest.
"You always did like them," she added.  "Still?"

   "You know I do," Greg answered.  His lips captured hers and he kissed
her deep and long.  When Amy came up for air, she caught Greg's wrists in
her hands and pulled him across the kitchen.

   The big, walk-in pantry was one of the things Amy had demanded when she
and Stan built the two-story house.  Drawing Greg inside the pantry door,
she yanked it shut and locked it.  The lock was nothing but a simple latch
on the doorknob-it wouldn't stop a determined attack for a second, but she
didn't expect anyone to try to the door.

   Greg knew no one would.  It was all arranged.

   Amy had her blouse open in seconds, and her shorts were puddled around
her ankles even quicker.  Without waiting for an invitation, she began
tugging at Greg's shirt while he unbuckled his pants.  She stepped out of
her shorts, and decided the top was going too.  She didn't even think about
her next step.  If she was getting naked, so was Greg.  The two were nude
in less time than it takes to tell.  They paused, drinking in the sight of
each other's nakedness.

   Amy saw a well-knit thirty-something man with brown hair and a regular,
if not handsome face.  He was six-feet tall or thereabouts, with well-toned
muscles ...  and a nice cock poking up from his groin.  She remembered that
cock very, very well.

   "I've wanted to do this again for years and years," she groaned.  "For
soooooooo long, big brother," she added.

   "Here we are...  ," Greg answered vaguely.  He backed her up against the
nearest wall and proceeded to maul her.  His hands roamed over her body,
squeezing, stroking and teasing, while his tongue dueled with hers.

   "Now!" Amy whimpered.  "I want you now ...  quick!"

   She backed up against the wall, pulling Greg with her with the hand
grasping his burgeoning penis.  Getting up on her tiptoes, she pooched her
groin forward so he could shove his cock deep into her.  Fucking in this
position was going to strain her leg muscles, but they were firm from her
daily jog.  They would hold her up for as long as Greg wanted to fuck her.

   Greg obliged his sister's unspoken demand.  His penis found the sweet
spot in her slit.  It was a place he remembered so well.  He slid inward,
reset his feet and rammed deep into his little sister's cunt, nailing her
to the wall with quick, powerful thrusts.

   Amy's frantic mewling, punctuated by choked cries, accompanied their
frenzied coupling.  When she came, she buried her face into the hollow of
Greg's neck and shrieked loudly.  With the TV turned up high for the Wii
games, no one but Greg heard.

   ???

   The brother and sister had completely satiated expressions on their
faces when they walked back into the family room, if anyone had been of a
mind to notice.  Stan was winning the video game very handily now-everyone
was helping make sure he won, so he wouldn't have an excuse to leave the
room.  Natasha was taking every excuse she could find to get up into her
uncle's face and let him look down her top.  When she plopped down on his
lap and put a slender arm around his neck, he lost his concentration, and
that affected his game, but he didn't appear to be unhappy about it.  He
was still winning ...  on more than one level.

   Amy's face still glowed excitedly and she couldn't keep her hands off
her brother, stroking any part of his body she thought she could get away
with.  Her children and all of the Pearsons very carefully did not notice,
and Stan was too busy.

   Greg tried to keep his face bland, but he found a way to give the room a
thumbs up to Sandy when Amy's head was turned and Stan preoccupied.  Amy
attributed the high-fives and squeals of excitement to Natasha making a
good move in the on-screen game.

   Sandy extended her right foot surreptiously and nudged Amy's
ten-year-old daughter in the left buttock.  Georgia obligingly moved away,
thinking Aunt Sandy needed more foot room.  When Sandy kicked her, harder
this time, Georgia turned around again and threw an incensed glare at her
aunt.

   Sandy motioned toward Todd, inclined her head at him and made meaningful
faces at the young girl.  Georgia finally remembered her part in the
afternoon's theater.  She took Todd's hand in hers, smiled into his face,
and held their entwined hands in her lap.

   With the key players in place, Greg guided his sister Amy to a space on
the couch that magically appeared when two children suddenly needed to get
up and stretch.  Greg sat next to his sister, hip to hip.  Amy looked
around and when she saw no one was watching, she moved her right leg a tiny
bit over so her thigh pressed tightly against Greg's.

   From where she sat, Amy had a perfect view of Georgia and Todd, but she
didn't notice.  Her mind hadn't processed much information after Greg's
cock thrust between her pussy lips behind the pantry door.  She could feel
Greg's hot cum in her cunt.  She had to muffle a whimper, covering it with
a delicate cough.  She hoped no one noticed.

   "Remind you of anyone you know?" Greg whispered into his sister's ear
when the opportunity presented itself.

   Amy looked at her brother questioningly, then at Georgia and Todd when
Greg's fingers motioned toward them.  Amy's eyes widened in disbelief when
she saw the eleven-year-old boy and ten-year-old girl quietly holding hands
off to the side.

   "She's a year older than you were," Greg whispered, "the first time I
sneaked into your room ...  and we did naughty things 'til the sun came
up."

   Amy's eyes widened.  She tried not to watch her two children, but her
eyes kept coming back to them.  Her jaw dropped more than once as the pair
nuzzled each other's shoulders from time to time.  The children's heads
were almost touching as they whispered to one another and smiled at
thoroughly private joke.

   Greg caressed Amy's forearm from time to time and made sure his shoulder
rubbed hers.  He appropriated Amy's hand and moved it to his lap.  Without
being obvious, he rubbed his sister's hand around over his prick.  Whenever
Amy gathered herself to lean forward and speak to Georgia and Todd, Greg
swept his hand over Amy's thigh, stroking the smooth flesh and squeezing
gently.  It worked-Amy lost her focus every time he caressed her upper
thigh.

   After a while, Amy's shock at seeing Georgia and Todd holding hands had
changed to speculation.  With Greg asking leading questions in her ear, she
began wondering just how far her children had progressed gone with their
explorations.  By the end of the evening, Amy felt a stirring in her groin
every time her eyes strayed to the children in the floor in front of her.

   ???

   'Operation Amy and Stan' achieved several key objectives on just the
first evening-far more than they'd hoped for, really.  The plan hadn't
envisioned Greg bagging his sister the first night.  That was some good
luck; all they'd hoped for was some heavy making out.  But fucking her this
soon advanced the timetable for the other stages.

   As a reward, all of Greg's daughters gave him a tag-team blow job when
they got home, each of them sucking him for carefully counted seconds, 'til
he sprayed a fountain of daddy-cum all over their pretty faces.

   ???

   Phase Two was a little harder to kick off.

   "But I don't know how to get your Daddy interested in me!" ten-year-old
Melissa Pearson complained.  "I can't just get nekkid and push my pussy in
his face, can I?" There was silence on the other end of the connection.

   "Well ...  can I?" she asked hopefully.  It would sure simplify things.
After the week with Grandpa Jack and everyone out at the campground, she
knew exactly how to act when a guy's tongue started licking her puss.

   "'Lissa, be careful!  You're supposed to be careful what you say,"
Georgia Rogers told her cousin on the other end of the virtual phone line.
"What if someone heard you?"

   "I'm in my bedroom," Melissa replied tartly.  "I got the window blinds
all down and there's nobody in the whole house 'cept us Pearsons," she
said.

   "You're still supposed to be careful what you say," Georgia said.  "You
know what Grandpa Jack said about some people having fun intra ...  uh ...
intercepting cell phone conversations, right?"

   "Yeah," Melissa replied resignedly.  "I'll be careful, I promise."

   The girls were using prepaid, disposable cell phones instead of their
usual smart phones.  The things weren't useful for much of anything but
talking and text messaging, but that was all they needed for right now. 
Grandpa Jack had purchased the disposable devices from a number of
convenience stores all over the city and most of the surrounding 'burbs.

   It was highly unlikely anyone, police or otherwise, would pick up their
conversation on a scanner, but 'unlikely' doesn't mean 'impossible' so they
were also required to be circumspect in the words they used.

   "But I still don't know what to do," Melissa grumbled.  "How do I get
... what am I supposed to do?"

   "OH!" Georgia cried out suddenly.

   "What?"

   "Uhhhhh...." Georgia replied.  She was wringing her free hand in the air
excitedly, but Melissa couldn't see that.  All she knew was that her cousin
kept saying that one word.

   "Georgia!  What?" Melissa asked again.  There was silence for a long
moment, then Georgia giggled.

   "You remember when you and me were, like before we were even in Pre-K?"

   "Yeah...?" Melissa responded slowly, and quite dubiously.

   "Well ...  you remember when my daddy used to lift up our tops a little
bit and...."

   ???

   A week later, the Saturday afternoon pool party at the Pearsons was well
underway.  The Rogers were all in attendance, even seven-year-old Bethany
who'd just returned from soccer camp.

   The Pearson and Rogers girls were all in T-shirts and bikini bottoms,
when they were out of the pool.  When they weren't, they were sporting
skimpy tops that exposed more than they covered.  Stan's eyes were busy
darting glances here, then over there, then to right in front of him when
one of his nieces or daughters bent over in front of him.

   The Pearson's swimming pool was getting a lot of action, as it would
have-even if the plan wasn't to get so much lovely little-girl flesh into
Uncle Stan's face that he couldn't think straight.  Since that was the
plan, Stanley Rogers' brain was thoroughly occupied with the sight of
sooooo many incredibly cute little camel toes in addition to their young
boobies being flaunted in his face.

   Jeff Pearson had been assigned to watch his uncle, and Jeff took his job
seriously.  His sister, Natasha, flashed her uncle, bending low a few yards
in front of Uncle Stan to reveal her unclad young breasts when her bikini
top gaped open.

   Jeff saw his uncle staring hard.  Stan wasn't even trying to avert his
eyes anymore.  He knew for a fact that Natasha's father had seen what she
was doing earlier ...  and he'd only smiled tolerantly when he saw Stan was
watching too.  When Natasha turned away and got on all fours in front of
her uncle, and then lowered herself down to lay full-length beside Brenda,
Uncle Stanley looked like he was about to pop his cork.

   With her belly flat on the blanket and her cute bubble-butt wriggling
around, and grinding her groin into the grass, her Uncle Stanley couldn't
have looked away if his life depended on it.  Jeff whispered a report to
his mother on cell phone, whereupon she let everyone else know ... 
everyone who was supposed to know anyway.

   Melissa conned her Uncle Stan into going inside to show her how the
latest Super Mario game and promptly wiggled her way onto his lap.  She
cuddled with her uncle, holding his arm tight against her body, nestling it
between her little egg-sized boobies.  Uncle Stan was babbling something
about making the avatar leap and run about, but young Melissa wasn't even
listening.

   When she decided the time was right-after she'd squirmed around on his
lap for long enough, and let the back of Uncle Stan's upper arm rub all
over her little titties-Melissa moved to the side and rose on her knees on
the sofa facing her uncle.  She pulled his arm around her waist and pressed
her young body against him.  She was much taller than she'd been at four or
five, but she stayed on knees and that helped approximate their relative
heights back then.  She giggled softly now and then, rubbed her upper body
against her uncle's, and began to kiss his lips ...  starting with quick,
chaste little kisses, moving to sexier ones quickly.

   There had been three others in the room when Melissa had dragged her
uncle inside, but all three kids left, one at a time, until ten-year-old
Melissa and her big, tall uncle were all alone behind a carefully closed
door.  All of the kids were stifling guffaws behind hands that were stuffed
almost down their throats, but Uncle Stanley didn't notice.  Melissa had
all of his attention.

   " 'Member when me and Georgia used to play silly with you," Melissa
asked softly, almost whispering in her uncle's ear.

   "Hmmmmmmmmm?"

   "Well ...  when we used to tease you and you'd push our tops up so you
could see our bellybuttons?"

   "Oh ...  yeah," Uncle Stanley replied, cautiously.  He wasn't quite on
fire yet, but the closeness of his wife's sexy little niece and the things
Melissa was doing to him were having a distinct effect.  He knew if he had
to stand up, his dick would be tenting his swimming trunks.

   Melissa suddenly got to her feet and lifted her right leg to straddle
her Uncle Stan's lap.  She knew what she was about to do, but Uncle Stanley
didn't, so her new position was a fete accompli before her uncle could even
begin to react.

   "Kiss my belly," Melissa cooed.  She put her hands on the sides of Uncle
Stan's head and pulled his lips into intimate contact with the smooth skin
of her tummy.  "Kiss it and blow hard and make nasty sounds like you used
to, okay Uncle Stan?"

   He could have resisted.  He knew he should, but the beer he'd gulped
down out at the pool, and then Natasha's show just a few minutes earlier
had put him in a mood to disregard what he knew was the decent thing to do.
Instead of making an excuse and gently settling Melissa back down beside
him, Stan Rogers pushed the hem of Melissa's T-shirt higher ...  much
higher than necessary ...  and pressed his lips against her belly to blow a
wet, blubbery raspberry against her baby-soft skin.

   It was what Melissa had been waiting for.  Her mother had told her not
to push it if Uncle Stan didn't want to do it, but it seemed to Melissa her
uncle was more than willing....

   Melissa giggled, wriggled around for a bit, then came back for more. 
Uncle Stan didn't notice when his hands betrayed him and gently moved from
holding the bottom of Melissa's T-shirt to cupping her round little
butt-cheeks.

   Melissa's fingers were twining in her uncle's hair, urging his mouth
back against her belly whenever he would have pulled away.  She coaxed him
into closing his eyes and to kiss her lower on her belly.

   She wiggled her hips from side to side, pushing her bikini panties down
a little at a time, exposing more and more of herself each time she did it.
With his eyes closed, Uncle Stan had an excuse to not notice where he was
kissing the little girl.  He pretended he wasn't really pressing his lips
lower and lower against the ten-year-old's satin-smooth underbelly.

   She pushed her panties down even more.  They were barely staying up
now-it wasn't like she had grown-up girl's curvy hips to hold them up.

   If her legs had been closed, instead of straddled across Uncle Stan's
body, her panties would have fallen to her ankles.  Melissa was trying to
think of a way to make that happen, but she couldn't ...  and Mom had said
to be careful about startling Uncle Stan and make him stampede out of the
room.

   "You can kiss me all over if you want to," Melissa suggested softly.

   Uncle Stan thumbs hooked in the smooth fabric of his niece's panties and
pushed them down himself.  He still had his eyes closed, so he didn't see
Melissa's pleased expression.  Her uncle's tongue searched for her young
slit.  When the tip of his tongue touched her lips for the first time,
Melissa's breath hissed delightedly.  Her fingers clamped down in Uncle
Stan's hair.  She pulled his mouth closer to her groin.

   "Lick me, Uncle Stan," Melissa breathed.  The whisper couldn't have been
heard at the other end of the sofa.

   Her grown up uncle did what the little girl asked.  For a long moment,
her uncle kissed at the top of her young outer labia and licked even lower,
probing ever so slightly between her puffy labia.  Melissa sighed, put her
hands behind her uncle's head and pulled his face tight against her slit.

   When they heard the rolling grumble of the sliding patio door opening in
the next room, both knew their time was up.  Horrified, Stan pushed at
Melissa's hips, trying to get her away from his mouth.  Melissa had been
coached to not resist, but in pushing her hips away, her body naturally
bent at the waist.  Melissa touched her lips to her uncle's in a fleeting
kiss and grinned happily into his eyes.  "That was fun, huh, Uncle Stan?"

   She yanked her bikini bottoms up, thrust her groin back at Stan's face
and wriggled her hips in a quick bump and grind that didn't last long
enough ...  or lasted an eternity, Stan didn't know which.  Then Melissa
whirled on one foot, leapt lithely off the couch, and raced away.

   ???

   An hour later, Stanley knew what 'sweating bullets' meant on a deep,
very personal level.  He'd run for the downstairs half-bath as quickly as
Melissa had left the room, but he wasn't certain his interlude with the
little girl was still a secret just between him and the youngster.

   In fact, for the longest few hours of his life, he was sure his wife's
brother would be hunting for him to castrate Stan with the rusty, ragged
edge of an opened tin can.  If Greg found out what Stan had done with
Greg's ten-year-old daughter, there was going to be trouble with a capital
T.  Greg wasn't anywhere near Stan's height or weight, but he'd have right
on his side, and Stanley didn't know if he could resist.

   ???

   In the middle of the long afternoon, and when Greg had not come looking
for him, Stan ventured back out onto the patio.  He found a patio chair off
to the side and watched Greg stoking a bed of coals in the big BBQ pit. 
All the kids were still playing, and the sun was still shining.

   He saw young Melissa sitting on the low wall surrounding Greg's barbeque
pit and concrete picnic table.  She was there with his daughter, Georgia.
The girls were about the same age and they'd been close friends, as well as
cousins, almost since they were born.

   He saw Melissa spot him on the patio.  She waved enthusiastically,
grinning broadly, and Stan waved back, trying to act naturally.  Melissa
touched Georgia on the thigh and leaned close to whisper something in
Georgia's ear.  Georgia's head snapped around and she stared intently at
her father.

   Stanley's jaws gaped wide.  He couldn't believe what he was sure Melissa
had just done.  The girl had just betrayed him; his life was done for ...
he was toast!  Stanley almost broke and ran right then and there.  He would
have if he'd had any strength in his legs.

   Georgia turned back to Melissa, spoke a few quiet words, and Georgia
cousin nodded emphatically, grinning broadly.  Georgia swung around to look
intently at her father ...  and then a huge grin split her face.  She gave
her dad an energetic thumbs up.

   Stan was so stunned, he couldn't have moved now even if his legs had NOT
already turned to putty.  He continued to watch the two ten-year-old girls.

   Georgia and Melissa looked around carefully, then worked the crotch of
their bikinis to the side.  They spread their legs wide, pointing their
vulvas right at Stan so he couldn't help but see.  Stan swallowed hard.  He
should get up, go over there and stop this nonsense, but he didn't.  He
couldn't.  After a while, seeing that the two young girls were having fun
showing him their private parts, he relaxed.  No one else in the big back
yard noticed what the girls were doing-no one even looked their way, and no
one was looking at him either.  Both girls' slits were in full view,
positively winking at Stan ...  and he no longer wanted to stop the show
these two exhibitionists were putting on.

   Stan didn't know it, but Sandy Pearson had seen everything and she wore
a satisfied grin the rest of the afternoon.  The plan was working better
than anyone had thought it would.  'Uncle Stan' had a hook firmly set in
his mouth, and not much was left to do but reel him in.

   ???

   In a closet built entirely under the stairs leading up to the second
floor, Greg had his sister in his arms.  He was carefully wrecking her
composure with torrid kisses and strokes over whatever part of her anatomy
he could reach.

   "Oh, God," Amy moaned.  "It's always just so damned good with you every
time," she told her big brother.  "How can you turn me on so damned fast?"

   Greg chuckled.  "Dunno," he replied.  "Maybe it's 'cause it's so
incredibly naughty for us to be doing it," he said.  "You reckon?"

   "I guess," Amy answered.  She shook her head.  "Hell ...  I don't care
anymore!  I'm horny all the time just thinking about you and that dick of
yours."

   Greg yanked loose the string ties on either side of his sister's bikini
bottoms.  One good tug on each side and the bottoms fell to the floor.  Amy
groaned into her brother's mouth.  She pressed her body against his and
worked her hips in a slow circle to massage the hard-on she could feel
poking at her.  He answered her with a groan of his own.

   "Turn around," he whispered.  "Can you find...?  Yeah, the little
table...."

   Amy couldn't see what her brother was referring to, but she found the
old wooden tabletop with her hands when she turned around.  She didn't ask.
She bent over, resting her forearms on the surface and hiked her butt up
for her brother's assault.

   When Greg was seated firmly in her cunt, he untied her bikini top, slide
it off her, and deposited it on the closet floor over her bottoms.  Amy's
dangling breasts bobbed and danced wildly in time to his thrusts until he
captured them in his hands and squeezed them, thumbing the already
blood-engorged nipples into even harder erections.

   "Oh God!" Amy whimpered.  "Fuck me hard, brother!" she begged.  "FUCK
ME, GREG!"

   The nasty wet, sucking, smacking sounds of a male and female fucking
hard filled the tiny closet for a long while.  They were so engrossed in
each other, they couldn't have heard a herd of buffalo stomp to a halt on
the carpet just outside the closet door, much less a tiptoeing young girl.

   Darlene Rogers grinned and rubbed her pussy lips through the material of
her bikini when she heard her mother's moans and cries from behind the
door. She stepped off toward the back yard, walking carefully so as to
remain undetected.  She had to find Aunt Sandy to report what was happening
there beneath the stairs.

   ???

   A few days later....

   The master bathroom was being renovated; the bathtub was being taken out
and a walk-in shower installed.  It would be finished next week but, as he
had for the past three weeks, Stanley Rogers headed sleepily down the hall
to one of the kids' bathrooms to relieve himself and take a quick shower.

   The Rogers weren't one of those families where being partially, or
totally, unclothed was officially proscribed.  If someone happened to see
someone else nude, that's just the way things were, and not much was made
about it.  This morning, Stan was only in his boxers as he made his way
toward the boys' bathroom, scratching his ribs and trying to wake up.

   Abruptly, the girls' bathroom opened and Stan's fifteen-year-old
daughter stepped out, wrapped in a giant bath towel.  "Good morning,
Daddy," Brenda greeted him merrily.

   As tall as she was, her dad still towered over her, so she stopped in
his path and stood on tiptoe to kiss her father's lips.  The big towel
wasn't quite big enough though.  Only her nipples were actually covered,
and Stan got an eyeful of the upper slopes of his daughter's breast.  He
was distracted enough that it took him a long moment to react when Brenda's
tongue pushed between his lips and sought out his.  His arms came up, slid
around her back and he held her close without consciously thinking about
it.

   Before he could pull back, Brenda leaned away herself and stood still
for a long moment, gazing mischievously at her astonished father.  She
broke their embrace and slipped around her father.

   Stan dazedly rotated around to watch her.

   Instead of opening the door to her room, Brenda slowed at the stairwell
and started downstairs in only the fluffy towel.  She pranced down the
steps at so fast a pace, the towel couldn't keep up with.  Stan gulped when
he saw the lower halves of his oldest daughter's buttocks peeking out from
beneath the towel.  Shaken, he turned to resume his journey to the
bathroom, not knowing what to think.

   "Hi, Daddy," Darlene said cheerfully, coming out of her room.  She
wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him another hot kiss like just
like the one Brenda had given him.  Stan's eyes widened and his face went
blank again.  Utterly shocked, he couldn't move.  He tried to pull away
from her, but all he could do was stare down at the twelve-year-old.  He
tried to make his mouth work so he could say something that would stop
this....

   Darlene's expression changed.  Her head snapped down to look between
their bodies.  "Wow," she said excitedly.  "Nice package, Pop," she
quipped.

   Her right hand cupped his penis and squeezed gently, then released her
father's cock.  Before Stan could really absorb what his daughter had done,
she was gone, and on her way down the stairs too.  Stan shuffled around
again, watching his daughter parade across the landing.

   When Darlene got there, she paused and struck a pose for her father. 
She grinned nastily, touching a forefinger to her lower lip and giving him
a sultry look.

   With the sunlight coming from behind her, it was plain Darlene didn't
have a stitch on underneath her thigh-length T-shirt.  With one knee
flexed, her toes pointed for a downward step, and one hand on the railing
for balance, the twelve-year-old held her place for an eternity, then
trotted down the stairs.

   Stan gaped after her, with no idea of what he should do.  He turned
around again, holding on to the idea of finding the bathroom quickly.  He
lurched into motion, his head spinning.

   He was just passing eleven-year-old Todd's room when the boy's door
opened suddenly.  Without thinking, Stan turned to look.

   "Mornin' Daddy," ten-year-old Georgia said with a smile.  She walked
around him toward the girls' bathroom.  Stan blinked to clear away the
cobwebs.  His eyes followed Georgia's progress down the hall.  If she was
wearing anything under her T-shirt, Stan couldn't see any evidence of it
any more than he'd been able to see underwear under Darlene's.

   Movement to the side attracted his attention.  His son Todd was closing
the door to his room after opening it to let his sister out.  Stan stared,
his eyes wide.  Todd was only wearing the bottoms to his pajamas ...  and
his boyish little pecker was peeking out the flap.

   Todd grinned at his father but didn't make any move to hide his hard-on.
The boy closed the door gently.

   Stan didn't know which way to go.  He started to go down the hall to
confront Georgia, but Todd's hard-on concerned him just as much.  He
shuffled his feet for a second, not making any progress in any direction.

   "Hey, just a minute here," he said, confusedly.  He couldn't figure out
whether to reopen Todd's door to deal with him, or stop Georgia in the
hallway to confront her.

   "Hi, Daddy!" seven-year-old Bethany said in her little-girl's voice. 
She'd come out of her room behind her father and he hadn't noticed her at
all.  Bethany threw her arms around her father's body and she remained in
place pressing her face against the hard-on Darlene had noticed and which
hadn't EVEN had a chance to diminish.

   "Mmmmm, I just love you soooo much, Daddy," Bethany said, rubbing her
cheek on her father's hard dick just under the concealing boxer shorts. 
She looked up into Stan's thunderstruck features.

   "Wow!  That's really nice, Daddy," she said simply.

   She looked upward from beneath her naturally long lashes, peering
directly into her dad's eyes.  Cherubs would have envied the angelic look
she gave him.  The little girl patted her father's cock, then followed
Georgia into the girl's bathroom.

   The door closed with finality and Stanley Rogers was left standing in
the upstairs hallway wondering what had just happened to his universe.  He
stood in the hallway, bewildered, confused, and completely disoriented. 
All the doors were all closed and it was silent in the big house.  Nothing
stirred anywhere.

   He looked down at himself.  His cock was tenting his boxers most
outrageously.  He thought he could still feel the touch of Darlene's hand,
and little Bethany's face pressing against his hard-on.

   Stanley took a couple of steps, bumped the wall and realized he was
going the wrong way.  Turning back, he walked warily to the boys' bathroom,
his head on a swivel, not sure what he was going to encounter next or where
it was going to come from.

   ???

   Looking out the kitchen window pensively, Amy Rogers was startled when
she felt the hand running down her back from neckline to waist.  For a
split second, she responded to the caress-but this was not her husband ...
nor her brother.

   "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," fifteen-year-old Ryan murmured in his mother's ear.
Ryan was working out hard these days, preparing for football two-a-days
that would begin in a couple of months.

   The faint aroma of a male animal cooling off from a heavy workout filled
Amy's nostrils.  She froze.  Her son was so like her husband in many ways.
Tall for his age, Ryan wasn't THAT much shorter than she was when they
stood toe to toe.

   Ryan's left arm snaked around his mother's body, just under her full
breasts.  "That's nice, Mom," he whispered.  "No bra is soooo cool!" he
added, "if you got the boobs for it ...  and yours are fantastic!"

   He chuckled.  "Can't say that about Mrs.  Wilson across the street, can
ya?" he asked casually.  "Hers would droop to her knees if she didn't wear
those big ol' industrial strength brassieres, huh?"

   Amy's body stiffened.  Ryan's strong forearm rose on her chest until her
breasts were almost resting on it.  She knew she should do something.  This
had to endThen they were gone-both her oldest son's imprisoning arm, and
the front of his body ...  it'd been pressing tightly against her buttocks
for what seemed like an eternity.  Amy hadn't had the presence of mind to
tell him to back away until he'd done it of his own choice.  She turned a
half circle to see Ryan trotting down the basement stairs.

   "Hey, Mom?" he called back up, pausing on the bottom step.  "You know
what they call the girls who don't wear bras at school?"

   "What?" Amy said, confused.  She wasn't sure she'd heard him right.

   "Happy!" Ryan called.  The door at the bottom of the stairs thumped as
it closed.

   Amy stared for a long time at the stairs leading down to the family
room.

   ???

   Bethany sat on her father's lap, leaning back against his strong body in
the recliner, watching the TV with him.  When she turned around and put her
arms around his neck, Stan didn't think anything of it.

   "Daddy," the seven-year-old said sweetly, "will you teach me how to
kiss?"

   Stan's jaw gaped.  His daughter's request had been approximately the
last thing he'd expected to hear her say.  Not waiting for a reply, Bethany
pressed her lips to his and her little pink tongue began enthusiastically
exploring her father's mouth.  The kiss lasted longer than Bethany had been
told it probably would so she kept doing it.  It took a long time for her
father to pull back and end the incestuous kiss.

   Bethany lay atop her father and kissed him again ...  and then again. 
Daddy didn't even try to get away for the longest time.  Little Bethany was
having a ball, and it seemed to her that Daddy was too.

   Aunt Sandy had even warned her Stan might try to pull away and
forcefully take his little girl's arms from around his neck.  When Bethany
reported her father let her do what she wanted to for quite a while, Sandy
gave the little girl a high-five.

   ???

   As the philosopher said, it was really great when a plan starts coming
together.

   "Mom," Brenda asked, coming into her mother's bedroom.

   "What, honey?"

   "What would you and Dad think about becoming nudists?"

   Jolted, Amy stiffened and whirled around from her chest of drawers to
find her oldest daughter, and oldest son, standing in the doorway totally
nude.  Amy's eyes snapped to Ryan's penis brazenly dangling right between
his legs.  "My God," Amy gasped.  "What are you...?"

   "Oh, never mind," the fifteen-year-old girl told her mom.  She turned to
her brother and tucked her arm under his.  "Come on, stud," she said
impudently smiling into his face, "we can go be nudists in my room." She
dropped a hand to Ryan's hard cock and led him down the hall.

   With her mouth hanging open, Amy started out the door to follow her
daughter and son but she hadn't taken two steps when eleven-year-old Todd
blocked her path.

   "I just love you so MUCH, Mom!" he said, putting his arms around her and
squeezing her tightly against his body.

   "I love you too," Amy said automatically, trying to disengage.  She
froze when she realized Todd's head was on a level with her big, full
breasts ...  and he was happily nestling his face in the valley between
them.  He nuzzled her right boob, then her left.

   After a moment, Amy pushed her son back so she could leave.  Aimlessly,
she turned back to her room and closed the door.

   Todd had his ear up against the door almost instantly.  In a few
minutes, the buzzing sound Aunt Sandy thought he might hear started up and
continued for a long while.  Todd told Aunt Sandy that his mother wasn't
wearing a bra again either, after having one on for a couple of days.

   ???

   Amy Rogers made her way carefully through the basement.  Ryan and Todd's
weight-lifting room was in the northwest corner of the big room.  She'd
seen Ryan come down here and she'd heard some lighter footsteps going down
a few minutes later.

   She didn't really want to know what was going on, but she needed to.  If
she'd looked in a mirror, she'd have seen the blush that betrayed an
exhilaration she wasn't about to admit she was feeling.  On the other hand,
if she'd looked into her own mirrored eyes, she would have seen the hot
spark of carnal thrill promising to ignite.

   When she reached the door to the weight room, Amy heard faint cries and
whispered entreaties she knew was coming from ten-year-old Georgia. 
Peering warily around the doorframe, Amy gasped aloud when she saw her
oldest son on top of Georgia and pumping his cock fast and hard into the
young girl's cunt.

   A movement caught her eye.  Todd was there too, as naked as the younger
children engaged in incestuous sex ...  waiting for his turn?  Amy
swallowed, trying to get the sudden lump in her throat to go down.

   "Hi, Mom," Todd said hesitantly when he saw her head peek around the
doorframe.  The kids had thought their Mom was safely out of the way,
upstairs folding clothes.

   Aunt Sandy hadn't prepared Todd for this, but he had to do something. 
He was running on pure instinct.

   "Would you like to come in?" Todd asked his dumbfounded mother.  He
didn't have a clue where his inspiration came from.  "We'd really like it
if you did," he added.

   Amy stared at her son.  Naked as the day he was born, he stood there
with an erection that only grew harder the longer she stood there.

   Her head snapped back to where Ryan and Georgia were getting up from the
exercise pad they'd been laying on ...  that they'd been fucking on.  Amy
noted detachedly that Ryan's hard penis was not as big as his father's ...
not yet anyway, but his five-inch hard-on was more than capable of giving
any woman satisfaction.

   Georgia stood there with a sheen of her own pussy juices dribbling down
the inside of her thighs.  She'd been taking Ryan's whole cock in her
fuck-hole, her mother realized, and without any discomfort either.  The
little minx had clearly loved her brother's cock pistoning in and out of
her cunt....

   Todd took a step forward, his prick swaying with the movement.  Amy
looked at his hard-on.  Her face was beet red; she wasn't breathing at all.
When he took a second step, she turned and fled.

   At the dinner table that night, Amy couldn't meet either of her son's
eyes without a faint blush coloring her ears and neck.  But later, after a
couple of glasses of a good white wine, she let them put their arms around
her waist when they hugged and kissed her goodnight.  And if their hands
happened to squeeze her ass cheeks in the process, what the heck?

   ???

   "Hi, Daddy," Brenda said, yanking the shower curtain back and stepping
casually out of the tub.  She reached for a towel, and Stan's eyes locked
on to the sight of her firm breasts dancing and jiggling at her slightest
movement.

   He was struck dumb for a moment.  "I ...  I ...  this is the boys'
bathroom," he stuttered finally.

   "Uh-huh," Brenda said carelessly.  "Us kids ...  we all just kinda
decided we would go to whatever one wasn't being used." She eyed her
father, a smile coming to her lips.  Moving quickly, she stepped up to her
father and plastered her wet body against his.  Before he could react, she
pulled his head down for a long kiss.

   "Oh, Daddy," she giggled.  "Is that for me?" she asked.  She humped her
crotch against the hard-on making a bulge in her father's pants.  When he
didn't immediately force her arms down and push her away, Brenda went in
for another kiss ...  and felt her father's tongue respond, flicking back
at hers.

   When he finally did break the kiss, it was far too late.  The head of
the Rogers clan was lost ...  and they both knew it.

   ???

   Amy and Stan sat under a tall shade tree in their, back in the corner of
the yard where the two tall lines of their neighbors' fences met.  The old
tree had been there before they built the house and the corner was a quiet
place they'd enjoyed for the almost sixteen years they'd lived here.

   It was almost the only place either of them felt safe anymore, though
neither told each other that.  Both were badly afraid of being ambushed by
one or more of their own children ...  and both were baffled at the speed
at which so many revelations had been thrust upon them.  They were
mystified by their reactions too.  Neither understood why they hadn't put a
stop to all the blatant sex play among the children.

   Amy sipped at her ice tea, then held the cold glass against her cheek to
cool her face from the hot blush she was sure was a permanent fixture there
these days.  She sighed, not knowing what to say ...  or if she should say
anything at all.

   Stan watched his wife for a long moment from the corner of his eye.  He
knew something was on her mind.

   "So ...  you think all the kids are fucking each other?" he asked
without the slightest preamble.

   Amy's body spasmed.  She gasped, nearly dropping her tumbler full of
tea. She couldn't answer.

   "I've seen Todd with Georgia ...  and Ryan with Brenda," Stan continued
slowly.  "And Darlene's room reeked of sex when I passed by the other day.
I don't think Bethany is doing any ...  any fucking yet ...  but she came
out of Ryan's room this morning in just her pajama tops," he remarked. 
"Looked like the cat who'd swallowed the canary," he added.

   Amy took a long swallow to moisten a suddenly parched throat.

   "I watched Ryan screwing Georgia the other day," she admitted finally,
"and Todd was waitin' for his turn," she said in a weak voice.  "And ... 
Ryan keeps talking dirty to me ...  and stroking my back ...  and telling
me how he likes it when I don't wear a bra," Amy blurted.

   "Yeah, I know," Stan agreed.  "With me, the girls keep letting me see
them naked and they rub themselves against me too," he told his wife.

   "Seems like they all have just one thing on their minds lately, honey."
He picked up his own iced tea, making the ice tinkle against the glass.  He
rotated the glass in his big hand, morosely looking at it so he wouldn't
have to look at his wife.

   "And Melissa Pearson absolutely invited me to do ...  things to her a
couple a weeks ago," he added, "but not so much lately; it seems like my
own daughters have taken her place ...  don't know why...."

   "Greg," Amy said hoarsely, "you remember about me and Greg, right...?"
She couldn't continue.

   Stan frowned, then his forehead cleared with understanding.  "Oh, yeah,"
he said softly.  He shrugged.

   "You and he were doing it when you were both kids, right?" he remarked.
"And you ...  you gave me fair warning before we were married ...  you told
me any time you could get him into the sack again, you were going to do
it." He paused, cocking his head to the right and looking at his wife.

   "Ahhhhhhhh, I see.  So he finally gave in and you...?"

   Amy nodded miserably.  "For weeks now!" she admitted.

   "Well, I've had a long time to get used to the idea ...  can't say I'm
really shocked," Stan remarked.  "And I've seen you fucked before,
sweetheart ...  and I was right there, fucking whoever's wife was available
right on the bed beside you, right?  Soooo, what the heck.  Tell him to
bring his wife along with him next time?  What the heck?  I'll do Sandy
while you do him."

   His face brightened.  He could get used to that idea quick!

   "It'd be something we could do," Amy acknowledged.  "But it wouldn't
solve the 'kid on kid' sex we've got going on in our own house ... 
brothers and sisters doing each other, just like me and Greg used to do."

   She frowned.  "Do you think they know?

   Stan took a sip and thought about her question.  "Well ...  I don't have
any idea why I think so, but I bet they do somehow," he said slowly.

   The couple adjusted their posture in their chairs, drinking their tea
and watching the afternoon sun slide toward the horizon.  With no good
reason for it, they felt much better than they had when they came out here.
They were married; they were working together, and they'd cleared the air
so they could get to the bottom of this problem that had reared up in their
home.

   Stan told Amy about the incident with Melissa ...  and what happened a
little while later with Melissa and Georgia.  Amy shrugged it off. 
Compared with what she and her brother were doing, it was small potatoes.

   "Soooo, Stan mused, "let's say the kids do know about you and Greg.  And
Greg's daughter, young Miss Melissa, made it a point of letting me know I
could play with her ten-year-old pussy if I wanted to." He paused for a
moment.  "And then an hour later, I know she told Georgia ...  and Georgia
didn't seem surprised ...  and then both of those two pulled their panties
open far enough to show me their pussies."

   He paused.  "With me so far?"

   Amy nodded.

   "So, we have Greg suddenly coming back around to put it to you, his
daughter offers to let me put it to her, she tells our kids-plural ... 
I'll be they all know-what she did ...  and now our kids are doing almost
everything they can do to seduce us ...  seduce their parents." He paused.
"It all comes back to Greg ...  and the whole danged family?"

   Amy frowned and considered what her husband had outlined.  "Yeah ... 
makes sense to me.  I don't understand the 'why', of it, but that's sure
what's happening."

   She relaxed.  A faint smile curved her lips.  "Well, well, well!" she
said quietly.  She glanced back at the house.

   "So ...  what do we do about it?" Stan asked quietly.

   "You're kidding, RIGHT?" Amy said stridently, facing him directly.  She
half-stood, and dragged her chair in front of her husband's.  When she sat,
their kneecaps were touching.

   "You've had a non-stop hard-on for the last two weeks, buster!" she
whispered fiercely.  "You wander around in a daze, watching your daughters
and nieces like you're an eagle and they're little bunnies hopping around
waiting for you to swoop down on them.  "

   "'The boys play touch-and-squeeze all day long with me.  You fuck me two
or three times a night, every night ...  I fuck my brother too, every time
I see him ...  and still my pussy is so damned wet all day long I don't
bother wearing panties any more.  They get soaked in three minutes flat,
and then I have to go change and I'm pretty sure everyone in the
neighborhood can smell my pussy juices when they drive by...." She took a
deep breath.

   "And then hubby, dear, our very own kids let us catch them playing hide
the salami with each other and they're damned brazen about it too." She
poked her finger into her husband's chest.  "Hell, Stan ...  they don't
even care if we see them!"

   Amy was quiet for a moment.  "And, yeah, I'm pretty sure they do know
I'm doin' my brother," she concluded.  She frowned.  "So ...  why aren't
they ...  blackmailing us or something?  They have me dead to rights ... 
and the girls have to know you're wrapped around their little fingers.  Why
hasn't that sword hanging over us chopped our heads off yet?"

   "What do we do?" Amy asked plaintively.  She shrugged.  "Except maybe
just go quietly insane, that is."

   Stan wet his lips.  "Give in?" Stan asked.  "If you can't beat 'em, join
'em?"

   Amy didn't answer, but she sat up straighter in her lawn chair.  She
gazed intently at her husband.  "Is that what they want?" she whispered.

   They thought about it for a while.

   Amy's face was flushed; her eyes were smoldering coals.  She couldn't
keep them from wandering over her husband's face, trying to see what he was
thinking.  In another moment, she was darting glances all around their back
yard.

   "Even with all the bad things that could happen ...  jails ...  prisons,
even...?" Stan asked "I think it's something we have to consider, right?"

   Amy tapped a front tooth with her fingernail.  "Honey, this is like ...
the ultimate taboo we're talking about here ...  me doing it with the boys
...  you doing it with the girls....

   Amy leaned forward in her chair; her nose almost touched his.  She
kissed him impulsively.  She clutched at her husband's hand.

   "GOD, darling.  It's so hot, like when Greg and I were doing it back
then.  It was so damned good being nasty with each other ...  I can't tell
you how turned-on we were ...  all the damn time, baby!" She paused,
watching him breathlessly.

   "This is sooooo perverted, Stan ...  so over the edge ...  and just
thinking about it is making my cunt juices froth," she said feverishly. 
She shifted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together in excitement.

   "Well," Stan said thoughtfully.  "We can't waste a hot cunt, can we?"
Rising, he took his wife by the hand and walked her to the house and inside
the sliding patio doors.  At the last minute, he saw some heads watching
them from the second story windows.

   "KIDS!" he bellowed.  "WE WANT TO SEE ALL OF YOU DOWN IN THE TV ROOM
RIGHT NOW!" he yelled.

   He pulled the drapes close and looked all around to make sure there
weren't any uncovered windows.  He unbuckled his pants.  "AND YOU ALL
BETTER BE STARK, STARING NAKED, OR YOU DON'T TO DO ANY FUCKING WITH MOM AND
DAD TONIGHT!"

   His slid his boxers down to his ankles and stepped out of them.  Amy was
out of her blouse and shorts almost as quickly.  They tossed the clothing
on the kitchen table.

   There was a short silence.

   "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" six young voices shrieked.  There was a
pause and then six pair of bare feet pounded a fast drumbeat coming
downstairs.

   ???

   The Rogers kids arrived as an eager group at the bottom of the stairs,
but their parents weren't waiting for them as the children had expected. 
Their discarded clothing was there, in two little piles, but Amy and Stan
weren't.

   Georgia was the first to break away and race through the living room and
dining room, past the kitchen doorway, then down the short drop into the
family room.  Her eyes blazing, she found her father standing in the middle
of the room grinning at her.  The ten-year-old didn't pause after having
leaped down the three steps-she used the momentum of the jump to keep
going.

   She stopped inches short of her daddy's naked body and reached out to
grasp his prick for the first time in her young life.  She bent over and
planted a kiss on the head of Stan's penis.  Looking up, she grinned
nastily at her dad.  "I get you first," she announced.

   "Hey, wait!" Brenda exclaimed.

   Brenda had been only a couple of steps behind her sister all the way
from the back patio door.  She'd gotten a late start, but she would've have
lost the race anyway ...  Georgia was lightning-fast in a foot race or on
the soccer field.  But there were other things to consider....

   "I'm the oldest daughter," Brenda protested, "shouldn't you do me first,
Daddy?" She smiled winningly, trying to make the case she deserved to be
fucked by her father before Georgia got a turn.  She cupped her dad's left
asscheek in her right hand and squeezed encouragingly.

   Stan smiled in his fifteen-year-old daughter's face and nodded
vigorously.  "Nooooo!" he said brightly, "but nice try, baby!  Really
nice!" He grinned at her.  "Has that ever worked before, honey?" he asked
interestedly.

   "Hey!  It was worth a shot," Brenda retorted, smiling.  She sidled a
little more behind her father and thrust a hand between his legs to fondle
his balls.  "Don't forget about me, hear?" she remarked.

   She slipped away to intercept Todd on his way in-he'd skidded on the
dining room floor and lost a couple of steps on the rest of the group. 
Chagrined, he watched his brother Ryan reach their mother first.  He
sighed. He'd heard enough of Brenda's entreaties to know he was going
second with Mom, and it didn't have anything to do with how old he was.

   On the other hand ...  his big sister wasn't exactly chopped liver. 
Before Ryan'd started getting all the kids into sex and stuff, Todd had
fantasized about his older sister when he masturbated-her, and all her
friends from the sophomore class too!  Sometimes he imagined being alone
with one of them; other times he saw them in pairs, trios, and groups. 
Todd put his hand in Brenda's and followed her to the deep pile rug in
front of the fireplace.

   "Come over here, Daddy," Georgia urged.  She tugged on her father's
penis and guided him to one of the family room's big sofas.  "We can do it
on the couch, Daddy?" she asked.

   Stan looked at the sofa.  It wasn't new; there were stains and marks all
over the faux leather exterior from years of hard use.  Another stain or
two wouldn't do any harm.  "Heck, yeah," Stan replied.

   "We'll make a big ol' wet spot, Daddy," Georgia warned.  "It might get
kind of smelly when it dries," she added.

   "Not to worry," San assured her.  "We can wipe it down and deodorize it
if it does." He thought for a moment.  "And maybe it's time to buy
something a little better, and bigger," he mused.  "...something with a ...
magic chemical in the fabric that won't absorb anything...."

   "Okay," Georgia said a little vaguely.  Dad and Mom were in charge of
furniture buying, not her.  With her hands, she maneuvered her father down
onto the sofa's cushions and threw a leg over his body to straddle him. 
Supporting herself on her left hand, she reached between her legs and took
her father's stalk in her right and guided it between her puffy pussy lips.

   "Uhhhhh, honey," Stan cautioned, "don't you want me to help make you wet
and maybe use some lube or something...?"

   "No, huh-uh," the little girl replied shortly.  "I'm all slickery
already," she told him.  "Us girls were playin' with ourselves and stuff
while we waited for you an' Mom to come back in."

   "Ohhhh, you were?" Stan said.  "Y'all had already got undressed and
everything?"

   "Uh-huh ...  we were going to come downstairs, all together, and ... 
make this happen," Georgia said, slowly sinking down on her father's cock.
Wet pussy or not, she just couldn't take her father's prick inside her any
way but very carefully.

   "Should a' found a vibrator or a dildo or something around and ... 
practiced a little, maybe?" Stan suggested.  He didn't want to criticize-he
wasn't sure just how many times ten-year-old Georgia had had a cock in her
little cunt.

   "Ooh!" Amy squealed suddenly.  She'd heard only the last part of her
daughter and husband's exchange.  "TOYS!" she said loudly.  "Where are your
keys, Stan?"

   Stan knew exactly what his wife wanted.  "In my pants out by the patio
door."

   Amy looked around.  Ryan was chowing down on her pussy, but he was going
to be ramming his thirteen-year-old dick into her pretty danged soon-she
couldn't take much more tonguing without cumming ...  and she wanted to cum
on her oldest son's cock this first time.

   "Darlene," she called.  "Get your father's keys out of his pocket and go
up to our bedroom ...  in the closet ...  and open Daddy's safe-and bring
everything in it down to us, okay?"

   "The ...  kinda ...  yellow key," Stan told his twelve-year-old
daughter.

   He hadn't had a spare moment to look at Darlene yet.  Just when had
Darlene grown into such a slender, leggy young cutie, he wondered.

   "When you put it in the lock, turn it to the right, okay?" he
instructed. The key locked safe was old and so was the key.  Turning the
key forcefully the wrong way could break the key off.

   "Okay, Daddy," Darlene replied.  She looked around the room.  Ryan was
crawling atop her Mom and fisting his cock to slide it in her pussy, Todd
was behind Brenda and already pumping his prick into her cunt doggy style,
and Daddy was already a couple inches inside Georgia's plump labia.  She
and Bethany didn't have a guy to play with yet.  That'd come later.

   Darlene marched over to the Georgia and Dad's sofa, leading Bethany by
the hand.  She grinned wickedly at her father's facial expression of
intense concentration as Georgia fed his cock into her vagina.  "Here,
Daddy," she said brightly, lifting Bethany up, "...eat some eight-year-old
pussy while I go get what Mom wants." She giggled.

   Georgia had no objection.  She wanted Daddy's cock and her little sister
might as well sit on Daddy's face while Georgia was busy working his thing
inside her.

   Grinning broadly, Beth squatted over her father's head and settled,
rubbing her slit against Daddy's chin for a moment.  When he extended his
tongue, she moved her pussy up to meet it.  "Daaaaaa-deeeee," she
whimpered, loving way her father's wet, raspy tongue lapped at her puffy
pussy lips.  Her body jerked a little when Dad's tongue stabbed inside her
...  she hadn't been expecting it ...  but it felt really good.  Todd and
Ryan usually just licked her 'til she came all over their faces.  When
dad's tongue darted in again, slower this time, she liked it even more than
the first one.

   Georgia leaned over Bethany's shoulder to watch as much as she
could-body parts were in her way.  She caught her Dad's eye when he came up
for air.  She beamed happily and squirmed down another half inch on her
father's cock.  "Did you know I didn't even like doing sex stuff for the
longest time, Daddy?"

   Stan's reply was muffled by Beth's pussy.  She hadn't wanted Daddy's
tongue to stop lapping at her labia for very long, even if he did have to
breath once in a while.  It sounded like it was maybe a question though.

   "Uh-huh," Georgia continued.  "Me an' Todd an' Ryan put their thingies
in me sometimes, when you an' Mom were gone or something ...  but I didn't
really like it too much.  Then, out at Grandpa Jack's, I figured out what
was so cool about it, an' Grandpa Jack showed me how older guys could still
put their things in me an' stuff." She worked another inch of her father
inside her-almost all of him that she could take was in there now.  "An'
now I like it a bunch," she concluded.

   Stan lifted Bethany off his mouth for a bit.  "Who's Grandpa Jack?" he
demanded.  And who was he to be teaching his ten-year-old about sex?  He
didn't say that, but he was certainly thinking it.

   "Aunt Sandy's Daddy," Bethany replied, wiggling her chubby hips in a
tight circle and pushing down to get her Dad's tongue back in contact with
her pussy.

   "Oh," Stan said, and dived back in between his daughter's puffy labia.
He barely had enough reserves of reasoning to keep his heart beating and
his lungs pumping air in and out, but something wasn't right.

   "Wait a minute, here," he exclaimed.  "Your Aunt Sandy's father died a
long time ago....."

   "He's her pretend Daddy," Georgia told him.  "She says she adopted him."


   "Oh ...  I see," Stan replied-but he really didn't; there were still too
many things left unexplained.

   "HEY, MOM!" Darlene yelled-she wasn't sure she'd get her mother's
attention if she didn't ...  Ryan was driving his teenaged prick into Mom's
pussy with strong, firm strokes.  Mommy's face was taking on a fierce look
of frowning concentration; in another context, one would assume she was in
pain.

   "Can I put a DVD in?" Darlene called.

   "Yeah," Amy choked out hoarsely.  "Put whatever you want in...."

   " 'Kay!" Darlene replied.  She selected a disc from the group she'd
hauled downstairs.  There were a lot of them ...  and lots of dildos and
vibrators too.  She'd carried down a good-sized box full of things, and
there were lots more still in Daddy's safe.  She turned on the almost new
sixty-inch HDTV, started the player, and settled down on the sofa near
where Dad was fucking Georgia and eating Bethany's cunt.

   "OH!" she said loudly when she saw the opening scenes on the DVD.  "RYAN
...  RYAN, look!" she demanded.  "It's Mrs.  Waterbury," she called to her
brother, "...and she's naked, Ryan."

   "Ooh!" Darlene said more quietly.  "And there's Daddy fucking her!" she
added.

   Pricilla Waterbury had lived across the street and down the block a bit
from the Rogers a couple of years ago.  She and her husband had been
particularly friendly with Amy and Stan until they'd had to move, following
her husband's job.  Ryan had been enormously impressed with Mrs. 
Waterbury's mammoth breasts at the time-probably still was, in Darlene's
opinion.

   Ryan didn't stop pumping his cock into the vagina that'd given him
birth, but his head turned and he adjusted his body so he could see a
little of what was going on on the screen.  Between fucking his own mother
and seeing his father fuck Mrs.  Waterbury, Ryan didn't have a whole lot of
attention to spare, but he made a ghost of a note to himself to watch more
of this video when he got the chance.

   "And there's Mr.  Ortega pronging Mom," Darlene squealed.  "Darn, Mom,
shake it, baby!  Make that thing cum in you!" Darlene grabbed a purple
dildo out of the box, lifted her heels to the edge of the sofa cushions and
let her knees fall to the side, lewdly exposing her pussy for everyone to
see, if they wanted to look.  She inserted the dildo carefully, then began
steadily shoving it deep inside.

   Amy Rogers didn't have any more concentration left than the others in
the room, but it didn't matter.  She responded to her daughter's urging and
began gyrating her hips around and squeezing down on her son's dick.  She
was ready to feel him spouting deep inside her, and she was certain Ryan
was ready to do it.

   Stan remembered Pricilla Waterbury very well-quite fondly too.  Pricilla
had Dolly Parton sized tits-the woman was stocky, no doubt about it, but
she'd needed that body style just so breasts that size could be hung on her
frame.  She'd been a screamer, Stan recalled.  She'd sounded like an air
raid siren in one of those old war movies when she came....

   Stan had decided long ago that, big breasts or small, boobies were fun
to play with.  And he did, every chance he got.  His left hand was sweeping
Bethany's young chest, teasing her surprisingly sharp nipples, and the
fingers on his right hand were tweaking Georgia's.  Bethany didn't have
boobies yet, only gentle swellings where they'd be.  Georgia had mounds as
big around as small cupcakes that rose no higher off her chest than the
thickness of Stan's forefinger.  Her nipple stood up a little higher, hard
as a little diamond, and apparently sensitive enough to make ten-year-old
Georgia gasp every once in a while when her father's fingers twirled around
her areola or pinched a hard standing nipple.  Stan changed hands often,
letting the fingers on both hands stroke and tease his young daughters ...
except every so often, he had to use both hands to lift Bethany off his
face so he could breathe.  She got a little too excited from time to time
and tightened her plump thighs and pulled Daddy's mouth too tightly into
her pussy.

   Ever since Georgia slipped the head of Stan's prick between her soft
outer lips, Stan had had to use anything he could to delay his cum for just
a few minutes more.  Bethany dancing around on his tongue helped some. 
Having to divide his attention between fucking one pre-teen daughter and
liking another pre-teen's pussy stalled his orgasm a little while
longer-but Georgia's cunt was hotter than hot, and she held him so tightly
in her young sheath ...  squeezing his cock so well it seemed her vagina
was trying to milk the cum out of him.  Every time the young girl lifted
herself off his groin ...  and then sank down again, Stan groaned.  He
couldn't last much longer.

   "Daddy!" Georgia whimpered breathlessly.  "Daddy!" She was rising and
falling faster all the time.  "Daaaaaaaddddeeeeeeeee!" she wailed.  "You're
making me cummmmmmm!"

   Stan tried to hold off a couple of seconds longer.  To distract himself,
he stopped licking Bethany's pussy and pushed his right forefinger between
her pretty pussy lips.

   He explored, wondering how far he could sink his finger into an
eight-year-old girl's vagina.  It was farther than he thought, he probed a
little more, and then left off exploring.  He contented himself with sawing
his finger in and out of Bethany, making her spasm with pleasure.  Stan
hadn't known eight-year-olds could cum, but his daughter clearly could ...
and she was about to do just that.

   He didn't wait for Georgia to impale herself on his cock this time.  He
thrust upward off the sofa cushion, surprising her and making her
yelp-didn't hurt her though, she held herself still so Daddy could ram his
cock up inside her, deeper than before ...  and faster. 
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-" she howled.  She froze, shuddered for a moment,
and then collapsed against her little sister, making soft mewling sounds in
her throat.

   Bethany collapsed right back at Georgia.  She trembled for a long while,
her hips held still so Daddy could keep on finger-fucking her ...  and then
she was done.  She sighed expressively and closed her eyes so she could
concentrate on resting.

   Stan felt the hot cum rising inexorably in his body.  The only way he
could have held off any longer would have been to put clamps between his
balls and his groin.  He felt the lava climb higher-it made his cock bloat
even more than it was.  He groaned, his body twisted, his hips rolled
around while muscles tried to forestall the coming eruption-but it came on
anyway.

   He felt the first geyser of milky-white semen spurt deep in Georgia's
vagina.  It soaked her cunt instantly, splashing daddy-cum all through the
tight, wet sleeve that held her father's cock so tightly.  Stan pulled his
hips down ...  back ...  and watched his cum dribble out of Georgia's
pussy. His cock was dragging it out to coat the ten-year-old's pussy lips.

   Stan growled, deep in his chest.  He bucked up into Georgia again,
spraying another jet of hot cum inside her.  He pulled back.  His hips
slammed up again, and he pumped another spout of his seed into the young
girl.  He bellowed.  Stan rammed the head of his cock back up into Georgia,
the slit in the end of his cock jetted more cum-this time into her immature
womb.  He bucked again ...  and then again ...  and once more.  And then he
was done, spent, exhausted.

   He looked down at the union between himself and his daughter.  His cum
was overflowing his little girl's cunt-it was slopping over, spilling all
over his groin from the pumping action of moving in and out of her.  It
mixed with the little-girl juices already puddled there, becoming thin and,
he knew, sticky.

   He lay there, straining to get his breath under control and his pulse
rate down.  His two younger daughters leaned against the sofa's back
cushion, holding on to each other for more support.  A whimsical thought
flashed through his overwhelmed mind-sex with little girls had to be the
best aerobic sport in the whole universe!

   Movement caught his eye.  Darlene was sashaying closer, her steps were
almost like she was stalking her father.  She grinned.  "Ready to fuck
another daughter, Daddy?" she asked.

   ???

   "Hi, Uncle Greg," Brenda cooed into the cell phone her parents hadn't
known she had.  "I'm fine ...  how are yewwwww?" she drawled.

   "So ...  guess what's happening over here right now?" she asked.  So
much for small talk.

   "Unghhhhhhhh!" she groaned when Stan's tongue swirled around her clit
again in that way Daddy had that was just so good.  "Uh ...  Yeah! ...  I
do mean right now," she said into the phone.

   "Well ...  Mom did Ryan first, and then Todd, and then she sucked Ryan's
cum out of Darleeeeeen and...." Brenda broke off, apparently in response to
a question.  "Uh-huh, Daddy fucked Georgia first an' he was eatin'
Bethany's pussy while he was doin' it-then he fucked Darlene, and then me!"

   She listened.  "Yeah, Bethany wants Daddy to be the first man inside
her. But prob'ly not tonight, you know?"

   "Ohhhhhh, Grandpa Jack is over there?  That's so cool.  We've been
telling Mom and Dad about Grandpa Jack-and the twins too, huh?  That's
cool-sure you guys can come on over and we'll have a really nice party-sure
bring all the fried chicken and fixings you can carry....  Huh?  What'd she
say?"

   She giggled and paused to listen further.  "Just a minute an' I'll ask."

   Brenda took the phone from her ear.  "Daddy, Grandpa Jack's two
granddaughters an' him are over at Aunt Sandy and Uncle Greg's visiting. 
Carrie wants to know if you'd like to fuck a blonde little hottie up the
butt-so you and her can get acquainted like?"

   She paused for only a heartbeat.  "Tell Carrie my Daddy's dick just got
harder than a baseball bat ...  so I think the answer is yes." <giggle>
"Okay ...  yeah ...  we're all cool-nobody's coming by, so the coast is
clear for anything ...  I mean anything we want to do-okay ...  okay ... 
okay-listen, Uncle Greg?  I gotta go.  <giggle> Yeah, 'cause I'm laying on
my back on the ping pong table and Daddy was licking me, but now he wants
me to put my head over the edge so he can see how far down my throat I can
take his cock ...  yes I do know that's a fun game, Uncle Gregg." She
almost ended the call at that point.

   "OHHH!  Uncle Greg!" she exclaimed.  "Did you know my mom and dad used
to be swingers? ...And not that long ago either!  Us kids even know some of
the people in the videos Dad and Mom have!" She listened.  "Yeah, lots of
videos ...  and we get to look at them whenever we want.  An' guess what?
Dad says we gotta get a new HD camera to take more of all a' us!  How 'bout
that, huh?"

   "Yeah, we do have a safe to keep 'em in, thank you very much for
asking," Brenda replied facetiously to something her uncle asked.  "Sure
... I'll tell Dad you're bringing some DVDs over, sure!" She looked at her
father meaningfully-this was his official, and only, notification.  "Okay,
I'll tell him that too," Brenda said happily and snapped the cell phone
shut without further conversation.  "They'll be right over," she told her
shocked parents.

   She turned to her father, scooting down the ping pong table until the
back of her head was off the edge.  She reached over her head and grasped
her father's prick as she would a hammer.

   "Uhhh, Daddy ...  Uncle Greg says he hopes you're going to have some cum
left over for Melissa, Daddy.  Uncle Greg says Melissa's been in heat all
week long, wanting to get at you for a good fuckin'!"

   Brenda took a deep breath, relaxed all the muscles around her mouth she
could ...  and began feeding her father's cock down her throat.

   CHAPTER THREE

   There are occasions when a component of any military operation come
unexpectedly upon opponent formations that seem ripe for exploitation
without any planning, preparation, or diversion of friendly assets. 
They're called targets of opportunity.

   ???

   Stan peeked in his oldest daughter's bedroom, but only after Brenda
called out her permission.  When there weren't any visitors around, the
Rogers family didn't bother with clothing, or closed doors.  But everyone,
and especially Daddy Stan, was careful to observe the proprieties when they
knew someone other than family members was in the house.  They'd only been
having family sex for a couple of weeks, but some rules and understandings
had already been reached-one of them was that no outsider came into their
house without everyone in the family hearing about it before hand.

   "Hi, girls," he said with a smile.  "Whatcha up to?" Brenda's best
friend, Sherrie, was ensconced on the corner of the bed beside Brenda.

   "Five feet, two-and a smidgen," his daughter replied.  It was an old
joke, one they'd shared for years.

   "That's awful high to pile it, isn't it?" Stan retorted, from the same
playbook.

   Brenda sniffed derisively.  "You can't pile 'cute' too high, Daddy
dear," she said, running through the last line.

   Stan laughed, grinning at the two teenage girls.

   "Well, you two 'cute' young ladies need to wash up," he told them. 
"Dinner's going to be on the table in fifteen minutes ...  and if you're
late, you're going hungry," he said.  " 'Cause I'm starving!" He clapped
his hands together.  "Chop, chop-hands to wash, hair to brush, things to
take care of!" he admonished.  He waved a hand vaguely to indicate all the
other girl-things that needed taking care of but weren't going to be
mentioned.  He pursed his lips and blew a chaste kiss at his
fifteen-year-old daughter, smiled, and closed the door.

   "Oh, God," Sherrie Paxton said, after waiting for Brenda's dad's
footsteps to fade as he went down the hallway.  "Your daddy's soooo ...  so
much a hunk!" she told her girlfriend, wringing her hands in frustration.
Her pretty face was distressed.

   Brenda looked at Sherrie speculatively.  Sherrie'd confessed to Brenda
that she had a crush on Brenda's father when she turned eleven-she was
fourteen now.  Brenda ordinarily rolled her eyes and shrugged off Sherrie's
protestations of deep feelings and desires.  But now....  Things were
different now, at least in the Rogers' home.

   Brenda thought fast ...  or some ideas that'd been floating around in
her mind coalesced suddenly into a coherent whole.  She looked up into the
far corner of the room so Sherrie wouldn't see something in her eyes which
was prudent, because Brenda's thoughts quickly turned speculative ...  and
a sudden lusty glow would have definitely gleamed bright in Brenda's eyes
for Sherrie to see.  And that wouldn't do ...  for the moment, anyway.

   'Cause Sherrie wasn't an only child-besides Sherrie's widower father,
Sherrie had two brothers and a sister in her family.  Fifteen-year-old
Carl, Junior was a witty, friendly, and well-built young man ...  his
thirteen-year-old brother, Tim, was a husky boy, taller and stronger than
most his age, with a ready grin.  Diane Paxton was the baby of the family,
twelve-years-old, with naturally full and pouty lips Brenda knew her
brothers had fantasized about over the years.  And Carl, Senior, wasn't a
man who frightened kids and small dogs either.  He'd gotten over his wife's
passing and attracted a steady stream of girlfriends who visited Carl's
home, and then were gone.  None of them lasted past a third date, for some
reason-Brenda didn't know any of the particulars.

   When Brenda didn't say anything, and patted Sherrie's forearm
sympathetically, Sherrie clutched at her friend's hands and drew Brenda
closer across the bedspread.

   "Brenda, please," Sherrie wailed in a loud whisper.  "You just gotta
help me," she moaned.

   "Help what, Sherrie?" Brenda asked carefully.  The ball had been deftly
slapped back into Sherrie's court.  If Sherrie wanted some help, she was
going to have to identify some definitive goals and things she wanted
Brenda to do.

   "Uhhhhhhh," Sherrie breathed, obviously frustrated.  Her fingers
intertwined nervously and her eyes shifted nervously all around.  Then she
edged even closer to Brenda.  Their hips and thighs touched and stayed in a
warm, comfortable contact.

   "Can you keep a secret?" Sherrie asked finally.

   "You know I can, Sherrie," Brenda returned.  "Remember when Billy
Jenkins and you were playing 'hide the wiener' that time behind your
garage?" she asked.

   "Billy is so ...  juvenile," Sherrie said dismissively, sniffing.  "I
don't have a clue why I wanted to even talk to him-I don't anymore."

   She took a deep breath.  "Are you my best friend in the whole world?"
she asked Brenda.

   "I think so," Brenda said emphatically.  "I never told about Billy ...
or any of the other things you didn't want anyone else to know about ... 
did I?" She smiled to lower the intensity a little.

   "And I think I really must be, 'cause if I wasn't, I'd have left you
sitting here and ran downstairs by now.  My mom's making pot roast tonight
and Dad wasn't kidding when he said we might have to do without ...  he
LOVES his pot roast!"

   "Promise you won't say anything?" Sherrie said imploringly.

   "Okay!" Brenda replied warmly.

   "I want to ...  make love ...  to your dad," Sherrie whispered.

   "You do?" Brenda asked, her eyebrows arching high on her forehead.  "I
wouldn't have ever guessed that!" Brenda quipped and grinned.

   Sherrie nodded through instant tears.  "Don't hate me, okay?" she said.

   "Oh ...  I don't hate you," Brenda said absentmindedly, patting
Sherrie's hand.  She looked closely at her friend.  They'd actually been
close friends since kindergarten.

   "But sugar, my dad's a grown up," she said slowly.  "Not like Billy ...
" she added.  "He's a LOT older and bigger-down there-ya know...?"

   "So?" Sherrie asked, as if she'd been insulted.  "I like older men," she
told Brenda.

   "So do your own father and leave mine alone!!" Brenda snapped. 
Inspiration had struck between the ticks of the clock and Brenda hadn't
waited to ponder whether she should say this or not.

   "I'm tired of doin'...." Sherrie cut off whatever she'd been about to
say, but Brenda had heard.

   When Sherrie clapped her hands to her mouth, that confirmed it.

   "Ahhhh, okay ...  I see!" Brenda said, leaning back on her elbows and
smiling lazily at her girlfriend.  "I get it!  Tired of doing your dad,
huh? Wantin' more big cocks and you've decided you want my Daddy to poke
his thing up your snatch, haven't you, girlfriend?"

   "No ...  that's not what I meant," Sherrie said quickly.  "I didn't say
that, Brenda!"

   "Almost did!" Brenda replied dismissively.  Sherrie wasn't going to
throw Brenda off track.  "And it's true, isn't it?" She spoke softly and
grinned gently.  She didn't want to scare Sherrie into bolting out of the
house and back to her own home.

   Sherrie's eyes were floating in unshed tears.  Being ambushed by her
best friend had her totally confused.  She slumped, almost crying now. 
"Please don't tell anyone," she whispered.

   "Has your dad been making you do it with 'im?" Brenda demanded
suspiciously.

   Sherrie shook her head vigorously.  "No ...  we like doing it with him,"
she said, and then caught herself again.

   "WE???" Brenda fastened on the word like a barracuda lashing out.  She
smiled licentiously, more than happy with what she was discovering about
her friend.  Who knew-obviously, things were going on next door and
Brenda'd never suspected.  Course, that went both ways....

   "Cool!" Brenda remarked casually.  "I see.  You and little sister, huh?"
Brenda asked, knowing the answer already.

   Sherrie nodded miserably.  There was a thin crease on her forehead, a
frown trying to develop.  It was beginning to occur to her Brenda wasn't
reacting quite right.  She was way too tolerant, for one thing.

   "Diane like doing your dad too?" Brenda asked serenely.

   The frown deepened on Sherrie's forehead.  "Yeahhhhhh," she answered
slowly, drawing the one-syllable out to the length of three words.  "Dad's
nice," she said.  "He never hurts us even a little...."

   "And your brothers...?" Brenda added.

   Sherrie nodded.  "Them too," she said briefly.  She cocked her head to
one side, watching Brenda carefully.

   Brenda was still smiling lazily-really, really pleased with herself for
some reason.  Sherrie's best friend was totally cool, but there really
should be some kind of shocked reaction and Sherrie wasn't seeing it....

   "You're not going to tell anyone, right?" Sherrie asked.

   "Oh, heck yeah ...  I'm going to tell everyone in the whole fuckin'
family," Brenda retorted, grinning nastily.

   Sherri thought the remark was sarcastic.  Her look of relief faded when
she saw how animated Brenda was.  Brenda wasn't kidding-not at all.

   Brenda jumped and stood looking down at her friend with a impish little
grin.  "I'm going to tell Dad and Mom, and Ryan, of course ...  you have no
idea how much he's been wanting to play with you ...  and ...  well, I'm
going to tell everyone in the house," she finished.

   A dumbfounded Sherrie watched as Brenda began stripping off her top and
shorts.

   "Hurry up," Brenda urged.  "My Daddy's going to be so surprise!" she
gloated.  "And you're going to simply love his cock-is it okay if he fucks
you instead of 'making love'?" Brenda added.  "We're soooo not into making
love-except Mom and Dad do that with each other."

   Sherrie was frozen in place.  Her eyes wide and jaws gapping, she stared
at her, now nude, best girlfriend.

   Brenda smirked at Sherrie.  "Why aren't you getting naked for Daddy?"

   "You're serious?" Sherrie gasped.  "For real?"

   "Honey, if you ain't stark, starin' naked in about ten seconds," Brenda
responded, "I'm gonna go down and get my Daddy to put his cock inside me,
'stead a' you, and honey, I ain't just a' talkin' to hear myself being
smart-so get a move on girlfriend!"

   Sherrie was almost convinced Brenda wasn't kidding-not in the least. 
Brenda had opened her bedroom door casually and was standing in the
doorway, posing with a hand on her hip, and anyone passing by could see!

   And then Todd walked into view, coming down the hall past his big
sister's door.  He saw his naked sister talking to Sherrie and almost
skidded to a stop.  His face betrayed concern.  The rules were pretty
specific and Brenda shouldn't be doing anything that might reveal what the
family was up to....

   Brenda threw her arm around her little brother, brought him to her body
and wrapped him up in a lover's embrace.  She gave him a deep, long kiss.
Brenda deftly unzipped Todd's shorts and delivered his young prick out into
the open air.  She played with it, jacking her brother's penis into a
burgeoning hard-on.

   She looked over her shoulder at Sherrie.  "You see how things are here
in the Rogers' house?" she inquired sweetly.

   Brenda turned back to Todd.  "Sherrie just told me she's been fucking
her dad and her brothers too ...  and so is Diane," she said confidingly.
"And she wants Daddy to fuck her brains out-whaddya think?" She grinned
broadly.

   Todd blinked, shot a glance at Sherrie and then asked, "Well, what about
Diane?"

   "Her too," Brenda replied.

   "Cool!" Todd remarked.  His hard cock was jutting proudly out his zipper
now, and Sherrie was staring in appreciation.

   "We don't need to have clothes on tonight," Brenda told her brother. 
"You can go back and get naked, brother." She bent to kiss the head of
Todd's cock and then released it.

   Putting her hands on her naked, undulating hips, Brenda grinned lewdly
at Sherrie.  "You still got all your clothes on?  Tsk-Tsk!  Daddy's gonna
think you don't want him to fuck you for desert tonight!"

   That galvanized a still slightly confounded Sherrie into action.  In
seconds, she stood nude beside her friend.  A trembling smile spread across
her lips.

   Todd's eyes wandered over Sherrie's exposed body.  He licked his lips in
anticipation.  This really was going to happen.  He vanished, headed back
to his room to take off his shirt and pants.  The rules for tonight were
changed, and for the good.

   Brenda looked her best friend over carefully.  The bra lines on
Sherrie's young breasts would fade in a few minutes.  Her Daddy would love
his surprise.  Brenda stepped close and, to Sherrie's surprise, kissed her
on the lips.

   "You remember when we were kids and messed around with some girl-on-girl
stuff?" Brenda asked.  Sherrie nodded.  "Well, we don't have any rules
about that not being okay in this house," Brenda told the girl.  "So if you
have any problems with it, you better say so now."

   Sherrie shook her head, looking down a little shyly.

   Todd walked briskly past the doorway again, on his way downstairs.  He
glanced in and grinned happily, but didn't stop.

   "Good," Brenda said, satisfied.  "'Cause I think you're going to just
LOVE the way Mom licks pussy," Brenda said.  "Have you ever used a dildo or
a strap-on to fuck another girl?" she asked.

   Brenda took her friend's hand in hers and started out the door.  Brenda
paused at the top of the stairs, listening.  The comfortable rumble of
conversation floating up from the dining room abruptly ceased.  Todd had
apparently arrived.

   Brenda gave it a minute.  "TWO NAKED GIRLS COMING DOWNSTAIRS," Brenda
bawled at the top of her lungs.  "WE'RE AWFUL HORNY ...  AND WE'RE AWFUL
HUNGRY!" she yelled.  "NOT NECESSARILY IN THAT ORDER...."

   There was a moment of silence.

   "I THINK WE CAN TAKE CARE OF BOTH THOSE PROBLEMS," Brenda's dad called
back up.

   He waited for a second, but clearly didn't hear any noise on the
stairwell.  "YOU CAN START HURRYING ANY TIME NOW!"

   The two naked teenaged girls trotted eagerly down the stairs.

   CHAPTER FOUR

   In a campaign, planning occasionally focuses too intently on one
particular target that seems worth the expenditure of precious resources.
All the right steps in the planning process are taken, the goal appears
attainable and the necessary assets to accomplish the mission are in place.
Sometimes, though, obstacles just keep piling up.  And then, in the middle
of the operational phase, a better target presents itself ...  one that
wasn't even considered before.

   In other words ...  sometimes you just get lucky.

   ???

   While Sandy and Greg Pearson were mounting what turned out to be a
successful campaign to add the Roger's family to their growing society of
family-sex practitioners, Grandpa Jack studied everything Sandy could tell
him about her big brother.  Grandpa Jack didn't know Mr.  Aaron Campbell
and his wife, Irene, but by all appearances, both Campbell parents were
attractive, well-grounded adults ...  successful in their chosen careers
and socially too.  They disciplined their six children when they had to,
trusted them when they could, and encouraged them to develop as they would.


   Disappointingly, from Grandpa Jack and his new clan's point of view of,
Aaron and Irene seemed to be unduly, well ...  prudish.  There just didn't
seem to be any 'hook' that could be used to insert ideas about kids and
parents having sex together.  On the other hand, Grandpa Jack wondered what
was going on subliminally.  Because none of the six Campbell children sure
as heck had the slightest difficulty with the concept.  And it was

   Irene was a knockout-sexy as hell in Grandpa Jack's educated estimation,
and the girls all assured Grandpa Jack, Aaron was a hunk.  But Irene always
wore a demure one-piece swimsuit and Aaron was always the perfect
gentleman. Sandy, in their youth together and even more currently, had seen
any number of girls virtually throw themselves at Aaron's feet, but he
never seemed to notice.

   As far as anyone could see, there weren't any openings for anyone
outside the family to seduce Aaron or Irene to acquaint them with the
rewards of having sex with kids.  There didn't seem to be any way of Aaron
or Irene's children sparking something from inside, either.  It was all
very ...  disappointing.

   ???

   Elaine and Donald Campbell wandered into their Aunt Sandy's kitchen
looking for something to eat.  The eleven-year-old girl and her almost
nine-year-old brother had just finished an energetic fuck in the Pearson's
living room and the kids were hungry.  While they munched on sandwiches on
barstools at the counter and scarfed up quantities of chips, they listened
to the discussion ...  which had been dying for a while now-for lack of
anything to say.

   "We'll keep working on it," Grandpa Jack said, looking Jeff and Payton
Campbell in the eyes, and then glanced at Elaine and Donny so they were
included in what he was saying.  "We're not giving up ...  we just haven't
found the key yet.  We'll get there!  I promise!"

   Donald finished a fistful of potato chips and poured half a can of soda
down his throat.  "I don't know what's so tough about gettin' Dad
interested in little girls anyway," he said scornfully.

   Grandpa Jack and the others around the kitchen table turned to look at
him.

   "Don-" thirteen-year-old Jeff began, intending to scold his younger
sibling.

   "Whoa there, Kemosabe!" Grandpa Jack interjected.  "Why do you say that,
Donald?"

   It was a strange thing for a young son to say about his apparently
straight-laced father.  Perhaps ...  it was vaguely possible the boy had
seen something in their Dad's behavior that would unlock the puzzle?

   "Dad likes to look at pictures of little girls makin' it with dudes,"
Donald announced.  He sniffed derisively.  "Doesn't that mean he'd prob'ly
like doin' it with all the girls around here?"

   "Well, it certainly might!  And that's a fact!" Grandpa Jack replied,
intrigued.  "Why do you say your dad likes looking at little-girl sex
pictures ...  did you see him looking at some online?"

   "Nope," Donald said, "but he's got a ton of dirty pictures with girls
having sex with boys and lots a' grownups too." He got down from the tall
barstool.  "Wanta see?"

   "Absolutely!" Grandpa Jack said.  He grinned.  It was his first smile in
a long time.

   Donald raced from the kitchen to find his clothes.  He dug into his
jeans' pocket and ran back to the kitchen.

   "There!" he said, slapping the old print down on the kitchen table. 
"All I took was one a' them, but there's bunches just like this," he
explained.

   Everyone put their heads close together to examine what Donald brought
with him today.

   Though the colors were faded, the print was clearly of a young girl-no
more than eight or nine-astride an adult male.  The man's penis could be
seen stabbing deep inside the girl as she rose off it.  The man's long,
slender-looking prick was clearly soaked with little-girl juices.  The film
of body fluids glistened in the glare of the camera's flash.  The man's
face couldn't be seen, but the girl was beaming happily at the camera,
quite obviously happy and thrilled to be doing what she was doing.

   "Well ...  that sure looks like something to build on," Grandpa Jack
remarked.  "What are you doing with it, son?"

   "I just like it," Donald said defensively.  "It's the only one I took
and I don't let anyone see it, 'cept you all here, and I look at it in my
room sometimes...."

   "But where did you get that?" Payton asked sharply.  Her face was a
chalky white.

   "In the basement ...  that place behind the furnace, ya know?  There's a
whole big suitcase with pictures like that in it," Donald explained

   Payton looked again at the picture, then walked out of the kitchen. 
"Aunt Sandy ...  I need to use the computer, okay?  " Payton called over
her shoulder.

   The whole group in the kitchen decamped and followed Payton to the
Pearson's computer study, wondering what the twelve-year-old was doing. 
Turned on the scanner and set the old photograph on the glass plate.  She
scanned the photo at 600 dpi and saved it to a file, then went on-line. 
She went to her family's web page, selected all the photos in the gallery
and downloaded them.  In another minute, she'd scrolled through the images
to find the one she wanted and loaded it in a viewer.  It was a washed out
picture of a young red-haired girl in a short sundress smiling a toothy
grin at the camera.

   Payton clicked and dragged the image of the little girl fucking the
unknown man into the viewer so the two photos were side by side.  She
leaned back and waved at the screen with both hands, presenting the two
pictures to the breathless group of naked people looking over her shoulder.

   The little girls' faces were clearly an exact match.

   "That's our Mom?" Donny exploded.  "Wow!"

   Payton stared at the screen for a moment, then jerked into motion again.
She discarded the picture of their mother in the sun dress and called up
another one to compare to the photo Donald had found.  She magnified the
images, focusing in on the man's arm in both images.  There was no doubt
about what she'd found.

   Jeff broke the silence.  "Grandpa Jack, meet Grandpa Martin," he
remarked, "...Mom's dad...."

   "Mom was riding Grandpa's cock in that picture you found, Donny," Payton
said wonderingly.  "Mom was fucking Grandpa ...  her father!"

   "Yeah, kinda like what you want to do with your father, huh Payton?"
Grandpa Jack reminded the young teenager.

   "...And just how cool is that?!!" Grandpa chortled.

   ???

   Irene Campbell closed the bedroom door behind her back, leaned on the
doorframe for a moment and took a deep breath.  She seemed to glide toward
her husband, rather than walk.  When he looked up, she paused and posed for
Aaron, knowing he liked to look at her body.

   Aaron was sitting on the bed in pajamas.  He'd just pulled the TV remote
from the top drawer but, seeing his wife, he dropped it back in and grinned
happily.  They wouldn't be watching any TV before going to sleep tonight.

   The sheer black babydoll Irene was wearing had almost as much chance of
hiding Irene's charms as a pane of window glass.  Her 38-C breasts were
bobbing with each step; they bobbed and swayed with her body's motion.  Her
ruby-tinted, already-erect, nipples were plainly visible.  Her husband,
Aaron could see her sex beneath the black gauze.  Irene didn't like fur on
her body anywhere south of her scalp and she'd spent a fortune having laser
work done on the tiniest hint of hair.  It looked good on her-really,
really good.  Irene minced forward, smiling seductively at her husband.

   Irene Campbell was one of THOSE redheads-she had a 'peaches and cream'
complexion, a body still flat-bellied and slender after a slew of kids, a
pair of long, shapely legs, and breasts that almost seem too big for her
chest.  Irene stood 5'7" in her bare feet, big boned, but without an extra
ounce of flesh on her body.  Her red hair fell loosely past her shoulders,
a lock or two were in front, resting lightly on her upper breasts.

   "Jesus, baby!" he said, almost reverently.  "You are one gorgeous
woman!" He meant it.  He frowned.  "Where the heck were you?" Irene had
come in from the hallway, not from the master bedroom's bathroom.

   "Talking with the kids," Irene explained shortly.  She sat in her
husband's lap and put her left arm around his neck.

   "In that?!!" Aaron was astounded.  He chuckled.  "Giving the boys a
quick lesson in female anatomy, were you?" he said lightly.  He cocked his
head to one side and grinned.  "Were they drooling all over themselves when
you left or what?"

   "Almost as much as their father is," Irene smiled.

   "I am not drooling," Aaron asserted, wiping his chin to make sure.  "I'm
simply moistening my lips so when I kiss that beauteous, hot, lovely pussy
a' yours, I don't cause any friction burns!"

   Irene sat on her husband's lap.  Her breasts were convenient for Aaron
to fondle and she spread her legs for him to explore between her thighs if
he wanted to.

   Behind closed doors, Irene never denied her husband anything he wanted
to do.  They kissed a long, satisfying, lover's kiss.

   "Your sister came over this afternoon," Irene began, finally breaking
the kiss.

   "Was she dressed like you are?" Aaron quipped.  He thought he was making
a funny.  When Irene didn't immediately answer, he was surprised, and
alerted.  Something was up.

   "No," Irene said in a small voice, "she had on a yellow bikini bottom
and a T-shirt with one of the corners tied with a rubber band right under
her rips, right here...." She demonstrated arching her back and indicating
a place just below the short ribs on her right side.  The motion thrust her
breasts into greater prominence; her left boob was nearly touching Aaron's
lips.  "...And after a while, she didn't have ...  anything on."

   After envisioning what his sister had worn to come visit his wife, just
how Irene had finished her description finally penetrated.  Aaron's eyes
widened.  Irene had his full attention now.

   "Gregg came over with her, " Irene continued, "and their kids were here
too ...  and a little while after they got here, they all took their
clothes off." She said coolly.  She paused, leaned in to kiss Aaron's
surprised lips.  She lifted her body off his thighs and reached down to
grope her husband.  His dick was already hard.  Instead of sitting back
down, she sat beside him and kept her fingers wrapped around his penis.

   "...And then our kids took off their clothes too," she continued.  When
Aaron didn't respond immediately, she took a deep breath to make another
remark....

   Aaron held up his right hand.

   "Whoa there, little filly.  Let's back up a minute here.  My sister,
Sandy? ...  and her whole family came over-Sandy was in a bikini; then she
and Gregg ...  and all their kids got naked-and then all a' our kids did
too?" Aaron asked.  "Do I have that right?"

   Irene nodded slowly.  She stared worriedly at her husband.

   Aaron's face was blank; his eyes had a thousand-yard stare in them as he
gazed at the far wall.  Slowly, a delighted grin crossed his features.

   "I guess I should take an afternoon off now and then, huh?" he asked
blithely.  "My little sister really came over her 'almost' naked, and then
she stripped right down to the buff?  Sandy did that?" he asked in a
strangled voice, almost beside himself.  He couldn't stop grinning.

   Irene nodded again.  Her eyes narrowed.  Aaron was taking this awfully
well.

   "Damn," Aaron muttered.  "I wish I'd a' been here to see that!" he said
regretfully.  He collected himself.  "You know I love your boobs, Sugar,"
he said loyally, "but you have no idea how hard I tried to look at Sandy's
titties when I was a kid ...  God!  I used to get a hard-on if Sandy walked
between me and a strong light and I could see her body outlined and-" Aaron
controlled himself.  He was, after all, a husband talking to his wife ...
who was trying to talk to him about something important.

   Irene nodded.  There'd been a lot of pillow talk through the years and
there wasn't much about Aaron's tender years she didn't know about-what she
didn't know, she could guess at, and this latest revelation didn't surprise
her that much.  In fact, it made it a tad easier to broach the subject she
needed to talk about with her husband.

   She moistened her lips.  Aaron might not be so understanding about what
happened next in his sister's afternoon's visit.

   "Well, that wasn't everything, baby...  ," Irene began slowly.  "Uhhhh,
Greg ...  uh, after a little while-after they got all naked and stuff-Greg
and Natasha ...  they...." She stopped for a moment, trying to read her
husband's expression, but Aaron wasn't giving her any clues.

   "Aaron ...  I looked around and Greg was bending his daughter over the
kitchen table and ...  and ...  and she asked ...  Natasha asked ...  if it
was okay if they ...  had sex like that in our kitchen 'cause sometimes she
dribbled an' it made a wet spot in the floor and I said it was okay 'cause
we had mops ...  and Sandy said she adopted a Daddy and she said she fucked
Shawn in a restaurant while her new 'Daddy' fucked his two granddaughters
there too ...  and then Shawn fucked Danielle right on the kitchen table
and made a wet spot on the table...." she said in one long sentence.  She
had to breathe deep when she was finished.

   Aaron didn't react.  His eyes blinked, his dick was harder than ever in
her hand, but he didn't say anything.

   "I washed it up," Irene added hesitantly.  "Uh ...  I mean the puddle.
She and Gregg did make a puddle...."

   "Okay ...  okay...  ," Aaron murmured.  He pulled in a deep lungful of
air.

   "Sandy ...  my dear, dear little sister," he said finally.  " My Sandy
...  fucked her son ...  in a restaurant ...  and some guy fucked his
granddaughters in the restaurant at the same time?" Aaron marveled.

   He laughed heartily.  "Damn, honey!  We gotta get out more, don't we!"
He delivered his wife's right breast from its insubstantial covering.  He
generally pinched her already-hard nipples.  They were the size of the end
of his forefinger and rolling them in his fingers made them harder and
coaxed them into standing even taller.

   Irene didn't know what to say ...  except....  She wet her lips.  Aaron
playing with her breasts was making a wet glow grow even wetter and hotter.

   "Aaron-that wasn't everything.  After Gregg did that, then Sandy ... 
then your sister let our Jeff stick his thing in her ass and I watched them
but I couldn't stop them and all the girls were letting all the boys put
their cocks in their mouths ...  and their pussies ...  and ...  and,
Aaron-they scanned all the pictures in the suitcase you told me we should
burn...."

   <'And there it is,> Aaron thought to himself.  <So we're finally having
that talk, are we?'>

   He'd been playing with Irene, dodging and weaving his way through the
conversation.  Being unpredictable was about the only way he ever made any
points with Irene.  She could usually anticipate everything he would say
and usually work him around to her point of view.  He grinned, to himself
and to the whole world too.  Irene didn't know it quite yet, but she was
going to get him to agree to everything she wanted to do about the taboo
naughtiness in her kitchen this afternoon.

   Aaron settled himself down on his back on the bed.  He stroked his
wife's back, then what he could reach of her thigh.

   "You know ...  my little sister always reminded me of a singer with one
of those all-girl bands that was popular when we were growing up," Aaron
told Irene calmly.

   Irene's darted glances into the far corners of the room, wondering where
this was coming from.  She wasn't sure he was really listening to her.  And
this was IMPORTANT!!  She had to frown again.  Her husband's comments
sounded kind of-had Aaron been drinking or something.

   "The girl group had a video," Aaron continued.  "It was about something
...  'Walk Like' ...  hmmmm ...  'Walk Like something' ...  I can't
remember what all ...  but Sandy was the spittin' image of that little
brunette lead singer-she was so tiny next to the other singers.  Really
nice legs, perky little tits, BIG ol' eyes ...  I must a' watched the video
on TV a hundred times, and it always made me so horny I couldn't see
straight ...  and I always thought of Sandy when I watched it-and when I
jacked off watchin' it," he confessed, "which was often" he concluded.

   When Irene would have said something, Aaron pulled her arm until she
lowered herself to the bed beside him.  He put two fingertips gently
against her lips.  His right hand slipped lower and settled on her breast,
then drifted lower.

   "I think I can tell you what Sandy told you, honey.  Sandy knew
immediately what the picture meant, didn't she?  She ...  or someone ... 
recognized at least some of the people in those photos?"

   Irene nodded.  Sandy hadn't minced any words.  Irene cleared her throat.
"She showed me some of them-and pointed out Dad and me ...  Dad and me...."

   "Uh-huh ...  and Sandy suggested you might want to go back, as it were,
to when you and your parents, and whoever else, were all doing those
nasty-naughty things together all the time, didn't she?" Aaron grinned. 
"And then she demonstrated to you that she's ...  embraced ...  that
lifestyle, right-when her husband fucked her daughter right in front of
her?" Aaron laughed delightedly.  "And then she invited us to join in
without saying so, when she let our boy fuck her ass, didn't she?"

   Irene nodded dumbly.  So Aaron had been listening ...  and he'd gotten
to where she was going before she had.

   "And you do want to join in, don't you?  You want to start having sex
again with lots a' guys again ...  and even with girls ...  just about any
time of the day or night ...  whenever the urge strikes?" Aaron demanded
softly, holding his wife's eyes with his.  He slid his hand lower down his
wife's rounded belly until the tips of his fingers were almost touching her
pussy lips.

   Irene nodded again, almost unwillingly at first.  Then it became more
animated ...  more enthusiastic.  "I do," she whispered.  Her face lit with
excitement.  "It's just soooo hot, honey ...  being naked all the time and
fucking and sucking whoever's in the same mood...."

   She paused, looking at the ceiling.  She didn't know how Aaron was going
to take this next tidbit.

   "Baby, you just don't know what it's like to have your own father
putting his ...  thing ...  inside you and loving you and making you just
explode with the wonderfulness...."

   "Well, no, I won't ever know what that particular thing is like," Aaron
said dryly.  He chuckled.

   "On the other hand, my Mom was a foxy little cougar right up to the day
she died ...  and I've always thought my Dad sneaked into the hospital laid
her the night before she passed!  She sure had a really ...  pleased look
on her face the next morning before...." Aaron paused, thinking of days
long since behind him.  He cuddled closer to his wife.

   "I'll tell you something I never told anyone before," he whispered in
her ear.  "I would not have minded shoving my little ding-a-ling in her
when I was a kid," Aaron admitted.  He had two fingers probing Irene's
cunt, rhythmically working them in and out, then around inside her.

   Irene's vagina was sopping wet; her labia were already a deep coral and
darkening fast.  Her breath was coming in short, quick-almost gasps.

   Aaron smiled meditatively.  "And I fantasized about doing Sandy after I
fucked my Mom, right on the bed beside Mom," he added dreamily.

   "Aaron ...  are you saying...?"

   "Baby...  ,"Aaron said quietly, tenderly.  "...I was pretty sure when I
married you you'd want to start again.  And then I knew the day you
wouldn't even consider destroying those old photos you showed me.  Yeah, I
knew this day would come," Aaron told her.

   He frowned.  "I just thought it'd be a lot sooner ...  what with Jeff
exploring and puttin' his nose into every corner of the house ...  I
thought sure he'd find those old pictures years ago.  It's not like that
old trunk had a super functioning lock on it, you know?" He snickered. 
"Yeah, you do know, 'cause you wouldn't let me change it."

   Irene didn't know whether to be pleased this was all going so easily or
whether to be pissed off at her husband's insight into the way her mind
worked.  "Well ...  what else did you know was going to happen?" she asked,
resentment rising in her voice.

   Aaron grinned.  "Well ...  from the way you came in here 'dressed' like
you were, I knew you were going to get your way," Aaron answered
cheerfully, " 'cause you always win discussions that start out with you
naked," he remarked.

   "So this is me, letting you have your way ...  again," Aaron continued,
"and I like that, by the way ...  I always like it when you get your way
... naked," he added, grinning ferociously.  He rose on an elbow and
captured a nipple between his lips and teased it with his tongue.  His
fingers were pistoning in and out of Irene's overflowing cunt.

   Irene stiffened and instinctively pushed her breast deeper into her
husband's mouth.  Her hips were writhing, undulating up and down in
response to her husband's fingers.

   Thoroughly distracted from her indignation, Irene nuzzled her breasts
into her husband's face.  "You understand-" She had to break off when
Aaron's teeth gently nipped at her nipple.

   "You understand ...  you're going to have sex with your very own
daughters if we do this-not just with your sister and maybe her kids,
right?"

   "Just call me one nasty, perverted father, a dirty old man ...  and
brother ...  and uncle ...  and-did I cover all the bases?" He shot back,
chuckling.  "I've had years to think all this over," Aaron assured her. 
"And if you were going to convince me that we should make our family into
what your family was ...  then I knew I was going to fuck my daughters-"

   "And the boys are gonna...."

   Aaron nodded.  "Absolutely!  That was understood too." He looked at her
slyly.  "Actually, I'm going to live vicariously through them, thinking of
how hot it would have been to ram my little dickie up inside my Mom's wet
pussy!"

   Irene struggled from under her husband, off the bed, and walked quickly
to the intercom button above the light switch beside the bedroom door.  She
lost the negligee halfway to the door.

   "KIDS?" she yelled peremptorily.

   "If you want some naked time with your mom and dad ...  BETTER GET
HUMPING!!"

   There were a series of girlish squeals, several all right's and what
were probably some high fives being made.

   "WE'RE COMINGGGGGGG!!" Payton wailed.  The intercom cut off.

   Seconds later the bedroom door slammed open and six naked kids burst
inside, splitting right and left.  The boys gathered in a mass around their
mother where she'd settled on the easy chair and the girls leaped on the
bed where their father was laying propped up on the pillows ...  after
shedding his pajamas.

   ???

   Aaron Campbell called his sister late the next morning.

   "Hey, Sis," Aaron said cheerfully, "I guess I don't have to tell you,
your naked little drama play worked, big time!" He laughed.  "All I can say
is, you sure brought something out in my Irene.  She's happier than I've
ever seen her."

   "And ...  I'm pretty sure it's about danged time I get you in the sack,
huh?  I don't mind tellin' you-it's something I've wanted to do for so, so
long, sugar puss." He chuckled.

   "All my boys say they already have, so now you've made me jealous of my
own sons!" he said jovially.  "So ...  what's up with this family sexing
thing, huh?  How come we didn't do this when we were kids?  And when do we
get together, sister, dear ...  hmmmm?" There was a long pause while Sandy
tried to absorb everything.

   "And good morning to you too, big brother," Sandy said slowly.  "Aaron,
don't you think you should be a little more ...  circumspect on the phone?"
Sandy asked exasperatedly.

   "Oh, you're right," he responded, "I sorry!"

   "So ...  when do we all get together?" he asked, brazenly.

   "How's this afternoon sound?" she said finally.

   "That's cool!  We got steaks, salad, all the fixin's if you guys have
the charcoal and BBQ pit," Aaron suggested.  "And the shades all pulled in
the house, of course," he added.

   Sandy smile at the unabashed glee in Aaron's voice.  "How 'bout you get
your butt in gear and get your ass over here?" she asked.

   "That's my favorite sister!" Aaron crowed approvingly.  "Answer your
doorbell naked, okay?"

   Sandy giggled.  "You got it, stud," she said.  She broke the connection.

   The front doorbell chimed.

   CHAPTER FIVE

   Brett and Candice Winston cut short their world tour when the typhoon
smashed into Japan.  There was chaos all over Southeast Asia and several
factories they were scheduled to visit, just didn't exist anymore.

   So, they were home three weeks earlier than they'd planned, but they
were tired, jet-lagged, travel-worn and dazed.  It didn't take much talking
by Grandpa Jack to convince them the twins should stay with him another
couple of weeks to give his daughter and son-in-law some time to recover.

   The world travelers felt guilty about not having seen their daughters
for a long time though.  They quickly accepted the invitation to come to
Grandpa Jack's ranch house at the beginning of the third week instead of
staying home and having to think about going back to work real soon.

   - -

   "Hi, Daddy," the sexy voice said breezily.

   Startled, Candace turned to find out who'd spoken.  When she moved, a
young, delicately slender brunette slipped past her to throw her arms
around Candace's father's neck and plant a juicy kiss on his lips. 
Candace's lips tightened perceptibly.

   And then, to Candace's horror, her father responded to the kiss
shamelessly.  And, it didn't look like it was the first kiss they'd shared
either.  While Candace watched, her dad actually pulled the woman tight
against him and gave the woman at least as hot a kiss as he got.

   Candace shifted closer to the pair, wondering how to break them apart.
There was a lot about this she didn't approve of.

   Daddy, for instance, was a term reserved only for her father's
offspring. Candace knew all three of her sisters, and this woman was not
one of them.  All of Mom's daughters had coal-black hair, for
instance-except for Joanne who'd dyed hers red that time-and their hair
hung down between their shoulder blades.  This leggy, diminutive young
woman had brown hair.

   And none of Momma's children smiled quite as sexily at their father like
this stranger was.

   "Hi, Baby," Grandpa Jack said to the young woman.  "Glad you could make
it," he added.

   He looked around.  "HEY, Candace!" he called, "come meet your 'sister'-I
was adopted just last month," he said proudly.  He laughed!

   Candace got a tight hug from her dad-kissed him and was kissed in
return-but she wasn't mollified.  She slid around to her father's left
side, keeping her left hand on Daddy's chest and plastered herself against
him.  She pillowed a breast on his lower chest and pressed the other
against his ribs.  Bending her knees imperceptibly, she began rubbing
herself against Daddy's body, moving so slowly, one had to be watching
closely to detect the motion.  Her hand moved, slowly stroking Daddy's
chest in gentle circles-not that Candace was aware of anything she was
doing....

   "Hello," the woman said pleasantly, "I'm Sandy," she said.  "I've heard
soooo much about you," she added.  "Your father is very proud of you."

   Candace beamed.  She was thoroughly delighted.  "Oh my," she said.  "I'm
sure my Daddy exaggerates a little," she said modestly.

   Candace didn't like the smile Sandy gave her just then.  It was like
this Sandy woman knew exactly what Candace was reminding her of ...  and
Sandy wasn't dismayed in the least.

   "I don't know if you remember honey, we met Sandy and her husband ... 
and her brood ...  at the restaurant when you dropped off the kids. 
Remember that time?" Grandpa Jack asked his daughter.

   Candace looked sharply at Sandy.  In spite of the number of strangers
she'd met over the past month and a half, she did recall the scene at the
restaurant, now that her attention had been drawn to it.  Her lips
tightened.  The woman and all the scantily clad young girls with her-yeah,
Candace remembered very clearly.

   And this Sandy person wasn't decently covered today, either.  Candace
was wearing the black one-piece she usually did in her father's swimming
pool, but Sandy was in a yellow string bikini that left nothing to the
imagination.  Candace's jaws tightened.

   "We got to be pretty good friends while y'all were gone," Grandpa Jack
rambled on, oblivious of the sparks glowing in Candace's eyes.  "Heck, we
even went camping ...  you remember the place out by the dried-up creek ...
and the noisy bridge there?  We had a wonderful time," Candace's father
remarked, looking back up at the house.  "Where're the kids, Sandy?"

   As if that was a signal-it was-a big group of young children came
pouring out the patio door, across the redwood deck, and down the slight
down-slope to the swimming pool.

   Candace's jaws torqued a little tighter when she saw the skimpy bikinis
even the youngest of Sandy's daughters were wearing.  It got even worse
when Candace saw her own twin daughters were wearing bikinis just as
scanty. The twelve-year-olds were brazenly exhibiting their young bodies to
everyone.

   Candace gasped when she noticed the boys had on speedos, rather than the
baggies most guys wore swimming these days.  Candace thought speedos were
something ugly, hairy guys on the Continent wore; maybe they were making
inroads over here?  On second look, they weren't quite as tight, nor as
skimpy as water polo or competitive swimmer's attire ...  but they sure
didn't hide the fact that these young boys, and their fathers, had penises.
She didn't quite know what to think about that.

   The kids ran past them where they stood beside the BBQ pit and
picnicking area, screaming at the top of their lungs.  Jumping, whirling,
and dancing all the way, the healthy children were putting on a show.

   Candace's eyes closed in mortification.  Her father was following them
all the way down the hill toward the swimming pool, yelling just as loud,
and encouraging the youngsters on and cavorting just like they were. 
Candace couldn't chastise the girls right now.

   "Hi, I'm Greg," a deep, male voice said close to Candace's ear.  "You
must be Candace," he said.

   Candace spun around, to find herself looking a man she remembered from
the restaurant.  But he hadn't been standing up at the time.  Now he was
... and he was already so far inside her comfort zone, Candace was
instantly at a disadvantage.

   She involuntarily glanced down, and the man was dressed in the same sort
of semi-speedo the boys were wearing, except that this one was filled with
a very adult male sex organ.  Candace caught her breath, dragging her eyes
back up from the man's body ...  to find him smiling at her with a knowing
look in his eyes.  He knew where Candace's eyes had been, and he wasn't in
the least embarrassed or offended.

   An insolent Greg took Candace's shoulders in his strong hands and moved
her back a few inches so he could gave Candace a thorough inspection. 
"Damn, Grandpa Jack," Greg said enthusiastically, "you sure do make nice
babies."

   "I do, don't I!!?  Indeed, sir, 'tis but one of my many ...  largely
hidden ...  talents...," Grandpa Jack replied jovially, and far too loud
for Candace's peace of mind.  Her father had come back up from down near
the pool without Candace noticing.  "Hey ...  would you believe, Greg, I've
got three more daughters just as sweet and cute, and cuddly, as the
beauteous young Candace?  'Tis true, my son, 'tis very true."

   Grandpa Jack hugged Candace tightly, his hands pulling her close by the
points of her hips.  What no one else could see was that his thumbs slipped
inside the hollow of her hip in a caress that just barely failed to be
erotic ...  it could even have been an accident.

   Candace didn't object.  Her hips undulated from side to side-just a
couple of millimeters each way-but it rolled her belly right into her
father's hands.  Grandpa Jack smiled.  He'd wondered if Candace would do
it; he watched for it ...  and was very pleased when Candace's body
betrayed her.

   "I'll bet they are sweet as pure honey," Greg said, with emphasis.  He
positively leered at Candace, however briefly, making sure she knew what he
was thinking of.

   "But, Grandpa Jack," he complained.  "You sure dress your kids funny. 
This fine young woman should be in a nice hot bikini so she can show that
lovely bod off, by golly!"

   Candace's face flushed a bright scarlet.  She backed away from her
father.

   "Well, she's got a nice, red-colored bikini up in the house," Grandpa
Jack observed.  "Don't know why she won't wear it."

   "DAD!" Candace squealed, thoroughly scandalized.  Her father had as much
as told her she should get more naked-in front of all these people too! 
She turned away from and his grinning wife to face her father directly.

   Before she could say more, Brett interrupted.  "I don't know either,"
Candace's husband remarked.

   Candace spun about to face him.  She hadn't even seen him walk up.

   "Would you wear it if I got down on my knees and begged?" he asked,
smiling at his off-balance wife.

   "BRETT!" she gasped.  "I...."

   "Sugar," Grandpa Jack interrupted, "if ya got it, flaunt it," he told
her.

   "Yeah," Brett observed, "...what Dad said!" He chuckled.

   "I'll second that," Greg remarked, turning to face Brett without the
slightest sign of embarrassment.  He hugged Sandy to his side.  "You the
lovely Candace's other half?"

   "Brett!" Candace's husband stuck out his hand.

   "Greg!" was the reply.  The two men shook hands.

   "Welcome to mi casa, everyone," Grandpa Jack said to no one in
particular.  He waved his long spatula in a wide circle.  It made everyone
look around.

   "Hacienda 'Big Jack' eh?" Greg suggested.

   "Damn straight!" Grandpa Jack replied, grinning.  He flipped a row of
hamburger patties on the right side of the grill, then looked back at
Candace with a question.

   "Well?" he asked brusquely.

   "Well WHAT?" Candace replied.  She was just beginning regaining her
composure.

   "Your husband asked if you'd go change to your bikini, and I know for a
fact you brought one with you 'cause I saw it my own self."

   Candace's face flushed again.  "Daddy!  I...."

   "Have a fantastic body?" Brett suggested.

   "Yes! ...  NO!" Candace snapped.  "I...."

   "...Should go change into that bikini 'cause her loving husband asked
her to?" Brett hinted.

   "I ...  I ...  dammit, Brett...."

   When Bret turned his wife around and pointed her at the house, Candace
gave up and moved dutifully up the grassy slope.  She didn't want to leave
this Sandy woman alone with her dad for any longer than necessary.

   "I'm Sandy," the woman said, stepping up to Brett.  "He's my hubby, such
as he is," she said, pointing at Greg.  She held out a hand to be shaken,
but Grandpa Jack and her husband knew she'd exchange that for a close
embrace if Brett gave her the slightest opening.

   Some of that might have gotten through to Brett too.  He tried to look
her over surreptitiously, but Sandy was watching and waiting for Greg eyes
to flick downward.

   Sandy grinned when Greg did just that.  Sandy knew her body showed no
sign of having one kid, much less the number she had.  Also, Sandy was
quite comfortable with men giving her the once-over ...  or even more over.
She smiled again.

   Grandpa Jack and Greg pretended not to notice what was going on.  "You
know, big fella," Sandy said, stroking Brett's forearm, "you could follow
your own advice."

   Brett's eyebrows rose and he cocked his head to the side.  "Pardon?"

   "You don't need to wear those baggy old things," Sandy purred, referring
to his swimsuit.  She whirled around abruptly.

   "Don't you have something for your hunky son-in-law?" she asked Grandpa
Jack.

   Grandpa Jack looked up.  "I keep a bunch of brand new suits in the
upstairs hall closet for folks who don't remember to bring their own," he
said carelessly, waving the spatula again.  "You could probably find
something in your size," he told Brett.

   Brett, hoist on his own petard, gave in graciously and jogged up the
slope to the house.

   "And if you happen to see your wife nekkid," Grandpa Jack called. 
"Don't you two do nothin' I wouldn't do, ya hear?" He chuckled.

   He stared at the meat broiling in the BBQ pit.

   "Actually, lunch is gonna be ready in about ten minutes," he called to
Brett's disappearing back.  "Y'all don't have TIME to do anything I'd do!"
Grandpa Jack quipped.  "Put it off 'til later!"

   He adjusted his own semi-speedo.  His prick was beginning to harden,
just from watching Sandy and the girls ...  and fantasizing about his
daughter, Candace, in a far more revealing bikini.

   Sandy stepped close and thrust her hand down the top of Grandpa Jack's
suit and helped Grandpa Jack straighten his manhood out.  She giggled
happily when Grandpa Jack slapped her hand away.  He shot a look at the
house, but there was no sign of Candace or her husband.

   ???

   "Hey, what's a girl got to do to get a tour of that ol' log cabin up
there?" Sandy asked irreverently, and loudly.  Lunch was over and the area
policed up.

   "Cabin?" Grandpa Jack replied, pretending to be affronted.

   "BIG cabin?

   Built of native stone to blend well with the terrain, the big, two-story
house didn't look anything like a cabin but Sandy's real desire was to get
the tour.  It was another agreed-upon signal.

   Grandpa Jack sighed and shook his head in disgust.

   "Daddy won't take me up to see his 'bootiful' mansion?" Sandy asked,
pooching out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout.  She tucked Grandpa
Jack's arm under hers and cuddled close.

   Candace was exasperated beyond all belief.  This woman!  She was making
a shameless play for Candace's father, and he sat there enjoying it and the
woman's husband was apparently not even aware of what was going on.

   "Sure, come on," Grandpa Jack said.  He levered himself up off the
concrete picnic table's bench seat and strode off, arm-in-arm with the
woman.  Candace's eyes shot lethal daggers at the hussy's back.  She
decided to do something about this.  She shifted her feet....

   "Would you put some lotion on my back," Carrie asked her mother.

   "OH!" Candace settled right back down, her daughter's hand on her
shoulder stopped her from rising as well as shocking the heck out of her.
Candace hadn't known her daughter was so close behind her.  She hadn't seen
Carrie coming.

   Candace swiveled around on the bench seat when Carrie thrust a bottle of
suntan lotion at her, Candace took it automatically but tried to give it
back.

   "Honey, go get your sister to do it," Candace said.

   "But, Mom," Carrie whined.  "I can't find her and I need it really bad.
You don't want me to burn to a crispy critter do you?"

   Candace looked around quickly.  Her father was getting farther away with
every second.  That woman had her arm around his waist and they were
playing at marching in step.  But Alicia wasn't anywhere in sight.

   Candace swiftly sprayed lotion on her daughter's back and rubbed it
around as fast as she could.  "There!" she said finally.  "You're all done
...  go!" she ordered.

   "Mom!" Carrie complained.  "If I wanted to go in the water, I wouldn't
want you to put lotion on me."

   "Right!" Candace agreed.  "Go get all brown and everything." She was
struggling to get from between the concrete table and bench but it wasn't
easy with Carrie standing so close.

   When she managed to finally get out of her seat, she turned around to
find Sandy's son standing in her way, looking off down the slope at
Carrie's disappearing behind.  By the time Candace got around him, there
was no sign of her father and the slut he'd wandered off with.  Candace
wanted to scream, but she'd have had to explain if she did.

   ???

   "Mr.  Winston?" Natasha Pearson's voice came from just behind Brett's
right shoulder.

   "Hmmmm?" Brett turned around, trying to not let any part of his body
brush against the nubile young teenager.  It wasn't easy.  She was right
there-no more than a few inches from him when he finished turning.

   "Grandpa Jack said you were a swimmer in college," Natasha began.

   Brett interrupted.  "Well, that's nice of him, but did he tell you I was
...  like ...  second or third string when I swam?" Brett said modestly.

   "You're just saying that," the twelve-year-old girl said earnestly,
shrugging to show how unconcerned she was.  "I've been trying to do the
breast stroke," she explained, "but I just can't get it right."

   As she talked, she began making swimming motions in the air, which moved
her bikini top around, lower now ...  then higher.  The spaghetti straps
slid off her shoulders a couple of times.  The young girl's clean, sculpted
limbs and graceful movements made Brett's heart begin to race.

   "Okay," he said, rising, "if it's okay with your dad?" he said, glancing
at Greg before he went further.  Greg waved his approval negligently at the
adult man and his oldest daughter.

   Natasha took Brett's hand as he stepped off.  She glanced up at him from
beneath long lashes no child of twelve should have.  The girl had huge,
expressive eyes, and a pert nose set above soft lips and a rounded chin. 
Her breasts weren't huge, but they weren't tiny either.

   Brett was certain the young girl wore an A-cup bra ...  when she wore
one.  Looking in her eyes, he abruptly was sure she wore one as seldom as
possible.  Brett swallowed.  He'd bet his last penny, those little titties
were just as cone-shaped as they appeared to be in her bikini top; softly
firm to the touch too.

   "Can I call you 'Uncle Brett' " Natasha asked, looking him square in the
face.  She had none of the typical nice youngster's deference to an adult.
She spoke directly to him, and expected him to talk to her the same way. 
"Mommy says Grandpa Jack is like her long lost Daddy," Natasha said.  "And
that would make Mrs.  Winston my aunt ...  and you're my uncle, right?" she
finished.  She smiled innocently.

   "I ...  guess that's okay," Brett agreed.  He couldn't take the
twelve-year-old's direct gaze for too long.  If he did, his eyes would
surely betray what was in his mind.  He ducked his head, and tried not to
see the young girl's slender waist and the gentle curve of her immature
hips.  If he allowed himself to peek lower, he'd have been tormented by the
sharply defined camel toe where two slim, beautifully curved thighs met. 
He didn't know he'd swayed back, but he did know he was now struggling not
to notice Natasha's sculpted calves and delicately turned ankles.  He tore
his stare back up to her eyes, for fear that she'd recognize the sudden
surge of lust that bloomed without warning within him.

   "Cool!" Natasha observed with a grin.  Brett had to think hard to
remember what the girl was talking about.

   His preoccupation gave Natasha the opportunity to wrap her arm went
around Brett's waist and step off with him en route to Grandpa Jack's pool.
And suddenly, the side of her immature young breast was pressed against
Brett's ribcage.

   He didn't intend to look down, but he was caught off guard.  He saw the
small triangle of fabric over each small breast had slipped down a little
...  and he saw the pinkish-tan of the little girl's aureole and the
diamond-hard nipple of her left breast.  He tore his eyes away, but when he
looked in her eyes again, he knew he'd been caught.

   Natasha smiled lazily.  "You like me ...  Uncle Brett?" she asked him
languidly.  The girl's eyes were pools of prurient promise that Brett
Winston couldn't imagine was anything else.

   So he took the offensive.  "Of course I like you," he said emphatically.
"How could I not?  I'd have to be some kind of mean, cold-hearted sh- guy
not to like young girls like you, wouldn't I?"

   Natasha brushed aside the attempt to divert her.  With her free hand,
she squeezed his forearm warmly, familiarly.  "I'm glad," she said softly,
so just she and Brett could hear, " 'cause I think I'm gonna love my Uncle
Brett," she cooed.

   Brett stopped, but Natasha continued walking.  Brett was captivated by
the swing of her hips and the play of her firm buttocks as she pranced on
down to the pool.  It was mostly for his benefit, and it worked.  When she
got to the side of the pool, she turned and motioned for him to join her.

   He did.

   "Ya think it'll work?" Shawn asked his father, watching his sister do
her magic on Brett Winston.

   Greg nodded.  "Son, that feller down there doesn't know what day of the
week it is right now," he said.  "I think your sister could seduce a bronze
statute if she set her mind to it," he added.

   ???

   Alicia was stationed near a tree where she could see her mother stalking
up the slope to the main house, looking for Alicia's Grandpa Jack.  When
her mother was a few steps away from the patio door into the house, Alicia
whirled and looked at Danielle who was leaning out an upstairs window. 
Alicia gave her an exaggerated thumbs-up signal and thrust her hand upward
in a vigorous motion.

   Danielle gobbled excited noises at her mother and Grandpa Jack where
they stood at the head of the stairs, making out while they waited for the
main event.  Then Danielle closed the door to the room she was in and lay
down on Grandpa Jack's bed to rest.  She'd been so keyed up for her part in
the crazy plan that she was thoroughly exhausted.

   When Candace slid back the patio door and stepped inside, it took her a
moment but she soon found her father and that Sandy woman, kissing ... 
making out, rather, right at the top of the stairs.  Furious, Candace
wanted to wring the woman's neck ...  but it really wasn't her place.

   She whirled and set off back down to the BBQ pit area.

   "I don't want to tell you your business," a livid Candace told the
woman's husband when she got there, "but if I were you, I'd go find out
where my wife is and what she's doing."

   "Ohhhh, it's okay," Greg answered lazily.  "She'll be coming home with
me tonight ...  and that's all that's important, right?" Greg openly
looking Candace over, his gaze lingering on her breasts and that 'V'
between her legs the red bikini revealed most advantageously.  He liked his
lips.  "But if you'd care to demonstrate what she's doing...?"

   Candace stared in stunned amazement.  Shocked to the core, she whipped
around to return to the house.  If Sandy's husband wasn't going to do
anything, Candace would darn sure....

   "Hi, Mrs.  Winston," Greg's thirteen-year-old son, Shawn, said.

   This was the second time this afternoon someone had come so close ... 
mere inches ...  to her body without her noticing.  It was all Candace
could do not to scream.

   "You sure are pretty, Mrs.  Winston," Shawn said sincerely.  He studied
her while his father made his escape behind Candace's back, heading down by
the pool.

   "Wow!  Your boobs are a lot bigger than my mother's," Shawn said
sincerely.  He admired her large breasts a moment longer, then grinned
pleasantly into her eyes, turned casually around, and walked off.

   By the time Candace picked her jaw up off the ground, Shawn was
frolicking in the pool with Alicia ...  wherever the heck she'd come from.
When Candace turned back to the house, her father and Sandy were walking
sedately down the grassy slope toward the pool.

   All Candace could do was grind her teeth in frustration.  She was so
mad, she didn't even notice some inexplicable high-fives going on around
the big lawn around her.

   CHAPTER SIX

   "HONEY, CAN YOU SPEAK UP?" Grandpa Jack bellowed into the phone.  "I
can't hear you for all the kids screaming and stuff."

   "WHAT KIDS?" Candace screeched as loud as she could.  Grandpa Jack heard
that!

   "Oh!  Sandy and her family and she brought her brother and Greg's sister
with her this time, Grandpa Jack explained.  All their families are here
too for the weekend," Grandpa Jack explained.

   "WHAT?" Candace squealed.  She sounded awfully distressed about
something.

   "What's up, sugar?" her father demanded.  "Something wrong, baby?"

   "No...." Candace sighed, quieting down.  "I just thought Brett and I,
and the girls might come on down for a visit," she explained.

   "Well, COME ON DOWN!" Grandpa Jack roared over the noise at his end. 
"The more the merrier!!"

   Candace couldn't see him do it, but he motioned a naked Sandy closer to
where he sat on the couch with a smart phone to his ear.  While Candace was
making some excuses about not wanting to horn in-things Grandpa Jack knew
she was going to say before she said them-he cupped a palm over the phone's
mic and whispered in Sandy's ear.  Sandy nodded and backed away a few
steps.

   "Nah, sweetheart, I'd love to see y'all and the kids" Grandpa Jack said
stoutly.  "Hey, I wanta see y'all whenever you can get down here ...  you
and yours have an open invitation, hear?" he said.  He held up a fist in
Sandy's direction; he straightened out one finger, then another, and then
gestured dramatically with three fingers he pointed in her direction.

   On cue, Sandy called, "Daaaaa-deeeeeee ...  where are you Daddy?"

   Grandpa Jack knew Candace heard because there was a toxic silence on the
other end of the connection.  He gave Sandy a 'come on' hand gesture to
urge her into saying something else.  Sandy came back to Grandpa Jack's
side, not stopping until she had plastered herself against his naked body.
Candace couldn't see anything happening in Grandpa Jack's living room, but
Sandy wrapped her fingers around Grandpa Jack's flaccid penis anyway ... 
just for fun.  His prick wasn't going to be flaccid for long anyway-he was
just resting.

   "There you are, Daaaa-deeeeeee," she cooed.  Grandpa Jack had the phone
held out between them so Candace could hear them both.  "Who you talkin'
to, Daddy?" Sandy asked in a piping caricature of a small child's voice.

   "We'll be there in two hours," Candace said icily into the phone.  She
dropped her smart phone to the top of her dresser and glared at herself in
the mirror.

   Candace rose, stomped downstairs, walked to the back of the house and
into the mudroom.  Closing the stout door, she gave herself three minutes
for a screaming, wall-kicking fit she knew she truly deserved.

   When the three minutes had passed, she came out and strode calmly to the
foot of the stairs.

   "GIRLS, IF YOU'RE NOT READY IN FIVE MINUTES YOU'RE NOT GOING TO
GRANDPA'S!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

   ???

   Grandpa Jack kissed Sandy's very kissable lips and groped her a little,
just for fun.

   "This it?" Sandy asked.  It had been a month.  Candace had come across
Sandy at Grandpa Jack's house three times already, and she'd grown
increasingly irritated each time.  Last week, she'd made a sotto voce
comment to Gregg about Sandy being there more often than Grandpa Jack's own
children.

   "I think so," Grandpa Jack replied.  "She knows you're here, and I told
her that your brother is here, and Greg's sister too.  She's got to be
thinking you're edging her out by force of numbers." Grandpa Jack chuckled.
"My darling Candace sounded really pissed off there, right at the end." He
leaped up from the sofa where he and Sandy were cuddling.

   "Gotta get everyone together," he said, trying to think of everything
they needed to get done.  He had a hunch his daughter and her family were
going to break all previous records on the road from their house to his.

   Sandy nodded, rose briskly, and strode to the open doorway leading
outside.  "KIDS?  HEY-EVERYBODY!!" Sandy yelled from the patio door.  No
one in the pool paid the slightest attention, including her husband.

   The air horn Grandpa Jack pulled from behind the couch, on the other
hand, got the attention of everyone down there ...  along with livestock
peacefully grazing two counties over.

   "GET UP HERE ...  EVERYONE!!" he bellowed.

   The occupants of Grandpa Jack's four acre backyard began streaming up
the slope to the patio door.  When they passed inside, everyone stripped-it
was an automatic reaction these days.  Get to Grandpa Jack's, go in the
house, get naked, and fuck.

   ???

   Candace was ready for a fight when she got to her father's ranch house,
but she couldn't find anyone to fight with at first.  She settled for
sharpening her claws on her father.

   "Where's that woman?" Candace spat at Grandpa Jack.

   "What woman?" he said reasonably.  His eyes widened innocently.

   "Sandy ...  whatshername!" Candace said, fuming.

   Grandpa Jack shrugged.  "I dunno ...  she's around her somewhere ... 
want a sandwich, honey?  You, Brett?  No?  How 'bout you girls?  Ahhh, I
knew you would." He paid no more attention to his fuming daughter.

   "Y'all can get into your swim suits if you want while I create some
Winston Twin's Specials," he suggested, "Pool's waiting!" he added,
slapping cold cuts down on fresh bread in a particular order mandated by
the twin girl's years earlier.  Alicia and Carrie split for the room their
grandfather set aside in his house as 'their' bedroom.

   Brett and Candace stood watching him preparing sandwiches.  Grandpa Jack
sighed expressively, mimed holding his nose and added peanut butter to the
stack of sliced meats.  He shook his head.  He did not understand how
anyone could swallow this concoction.  He thought a mouthful of these
sandwiches would gag a maggot.

   Grandpa Jack glanced up.  "Ahhhh, Sweetie, Mr.  Sweetie," he remarked to
his daughter and son-in-law, "what part of get into your swimsuits didn't
y'all understand?" he asked, looking at the twosome quizzically.

   Grandpa Jack was king in his castle and the monarch tolerated no
insolence from the commoners.

   "We didn't-"

   "Top of the stairs, hallway closet," Grandpa Jack said shortly, pointing
upstairs with the table knife he was using to spread grape jelly on top of
the peanut butter.

   "Daddy-" Candace protested ...  or tried to.

   "Go!" commanded the king.

   They went.

   ???

   "Wow, Mrs.  Winston!  You're sure looking hot today." He whistled
approvingly.  "Really nice bod!" he said, smiling.  His features reflected
just how sincere he was being.

   Shawn Pearson had been stationed at the bottom of the steps to greet the
more-than-a-little flustered Candace when she came back downstairs.  He
grinned even broader and turned away before Candace could frame a reply.

   The hot pink string bikini was the only piece of women's swimwear in the
closet that was large enough to fit her-assuming a micro-bikini could be
said to actually fit anyone.  Normally, Candace Winston wouldn't have
dreamed of wearing this thing.  But today, lots and lots of skin was
exactly what Candace wanted.

   There was no way she was not going to strut her stuff in front of 'that
woman'.  Stress, and the beginnings of an exercise program and a
conscientious diet had taken off the last five pounds she'd wanted to lose,
and she wasn't about to give that shameless hussy, Sandy, an inch.

   Shawn's remark got everyone's attention and the audience of males,
including her husband, all gave out low wolf's whistles.

   Candace blushed deeply-she was more than a little disconcerted-but the
blush blended nicely with the hot pink suit.  And she was quite certain she
deserved the attention and compliments.

   "Hubba, hubba, hubba," Brett said in her ear, grinning like a cat
stealing off with the pan of milk .  It was clearly a compliment of the
highest order, so Candace couldn't object.  She smiled nervously.

   "You sure look hot, Mrs.  Winston," Jeff said, working his way into
Candace's view, and into the conversation.  "I'm Shawn's cousin, Jeff," he
remarked, moving into her field of vision as Shawn exited.  He was eyeing
her as brazenly as Shawn had.

   "Well ...  see you later," Jeff said, turning away.  "If you need some
suntan lotion," he said, "just let me and Shawn know, okay?" He was out the
door before an aghast Candace could answer.

   "I guess you've made a couple of conquests, eh?" her husband whispered
in her ear.

   "Brett!!"

   His careless gesture amazed her.  "Hey, Sugar, 'unlax' , like Grandpa
Jack says," he told her.  "I've got a wife with a body the boys'll fight
each other to get next to ...  and I LOVE it," he said emphatically.

   "Hi, Uncle Brett," Natasha Pearson said, coming in the patio door. 
"This is my cousin, Payton," Natasha said, introducing her twelve-year-old
cousin to her pretend uncle.  "Wanta do some breast stroking?" She asked.

   "What??!!" Candace gasped.

   Natasha looked at Candace with a glance young people reserve for
mentally challenged adults.  The look said 'Duh!' without any words having
to be spoken.  "Uncle Brett is helping me learn how to swim the breast
stroke," Natasha explained with an innocent, butter-won't-melt-in-my-mouth,
expression.  "An' Payton wants to learn how too," she added.

   "I...." Brett didn't know what to say.  Payton was as hot a cutie as her
cousin Natasha.  Payton's hair was auburn where Natasha's was a soft
brunette, and Payton's breasts were a whole magnitude larger than
Natasha's, but their willowy bodies were so very much alike-slender waists,
barely flared hips, and long, lovely legs that slimmed down to with
well-turned ankles.

   "Hell with it ...  go ...  go!" Candace said forcefully, making shooing
motions at her husband to get him out of the house and outside, even if it
WAS with two scantily clad young girls.  She had some business to take care
of and it was best her husband wasn't around.

   She looked at the counter where her daughters were finishing up.  They
had on micro bikinis too, neither of which she'd ever seen before.  There
was no way to chastise them.  Her bikini didn't have any more material in
it than theirs did, and Candace's was showing considerably more tit flesh
than theirs were-of course, she had more boob to put on display, too.  She
wasn't that dismayed with that realization.

   Abruptly, the room was empty.  All the girls had followed the boys, who
were following other scantily clad girls outside somewhere or other. 
Candace followed everyone out to the pool.  Most everyone was already
there.

   ???

   Natasha tucked 'Uncle' Brett's right forearm under hers and held it
centered between her young breasts as the trio walked down the gentle
incline to the pool area.  Payton had appropriated his left arm in the same
fashion.  The girls smiled brilliantly into Brett's eyes whenever he
chanced a glance to either side.  He could feel the heat of their immature
boobs against his arm, and the sensation of their hips and thighs massaging
his as they walked so tightly together was a tormenting pleasure.  He had
no intention of escaping their embrace though-none whatsoever.

   "I'm so glad I finally got to meet ya, Uncle Brett," Payton cooed in
Brett's ear.  Her hot breath warmed the older man all over his body.  He
almost writhed with the abrupt wave of delight that washed over him.

   "I'm glad to meet you too, Payton," Brett replied, when he could.

   The girls hauled on Brett's arms to halt him dead in his tracks.  He
looked around, almost dazed.  The two sub-teen lolitas had steered him to
the side of the house instead of the pool.  They had a measure of privacy
here..

   Natasha and Payton pushed Brett back to an arm's length away from him.
They looked him over with approving stares.

   "I think it's so cool that you aren't embarrassed by wearing tight swim
suits, Uncle Brett," Natasha breathed.  "Of course, lots a' guys don't have
as nice a package as you do to show off, do they Payton?"

   "Nope!" Payton avowed.  "But yours is really nice, Uncle Brett," she
added.  "Not too big ...  that's gross ...  but not little, neither-just
right!"

   "I'll bet your wife really likes it too, huh, Uncle Brett?" Natasha
threw in.

   Brett's jaw threatened to come unhinged.  He didn't know what to say.

   Payton broke away and pranced a few steps up the sidewalk, using a
model's runway strut, carefully placing one foot outside the other's
imprint.  It made her hips sway delightfully from side to side.  Watching
her buttocks move so wonderfully around, her thigh bunching, then relaxing
beneath her smooth flesh, and the way her calves worked-'Uncle Brett' had
all he could do to keep his 'just-right package' from getting too big, too
hard, and too long to fit in his tight, brief speedos.

   "Aren't Payton's legs so pretty?" Natasha asked innocently.

   'Uncle' Brett's eyes snapped down to reexamine Payton's creamy thighs
and calves.  "Ohhh," he said, stalling.  Then he decided to go for broke.
"They are indeed," he declared.  He let his eyes show how much he liked the
young girl's legs.

   "You think we're too young to wear high heels, Uncle Brett?" Natasha
inquired sweetly.  "Don't you think those wedgie sandals look good on
Payton?  See how they make her calf look so curvy and smooth?"

   Brett thought the wedge sandals looked just fine on Payton's feet.  With
roman-sandal straps tied around her ankles, an inch on the sole and a good
three inches at the heel, the sandals gave the twelve-year-old that much
more height.  They undeniably molded the girl's calves into works of art
and accentuated her trim ankles.  Payton'd painted her toenails a hot shade
of pink too, and that didn't hurt a bit.

   "They're great," Brett declared earnestly, clearly impressed.

   Natasha whirled away from him and began to turn around slowly in front
of him, her arms out to her sides, and head back ...  graceful as a ballet
dancer.  "Don't you like my legs, Uncle Brett," she asked,
mock-plaintively. She was smiling.

   "On the contrary," 'Uncle' Brett said stoutly.  "You two young ladies
each have a pair of the most gorgeous legs I've ever seen on cousins!" It
was true.  Natasha's limbs were just as wonderfully rounded and sculpted as
Payton's, and her wedge sandals just as complimentary to her calves,
thighs, and ankles.  And that she had on the same shade of toenail polish
as Payton didn't hurt either.  "Very, very lovely," he added.

   He blinked suddenly, coming abruptly back to earth.  Twelve-year-old
girls did not invite older men to appraise any part of their bodies.  He
shot quick glances at the cousins to see if they were about to scream for
help to get away from this raving pervert.

   But they weren't.  They both smiled enticingly into Brett's eyes.

   The girls gathered their ersatz uncle up again and began walking him
toward the front of the house.  That was okay with Brett.  His wife had
shooed him off in the girl-cousin's custody and apparently didn't have any
problem with him parading around with them.

   Alicia and Carrie walked around the corner of Grandpa Jack's house and
walked up to greet their father.

   "Ooh," Payton cooed.  "Carrie and Alicia have wedgies too, Uncle Brett
...  aren't your daughters really cute in them?"

   They were.  Brett didn't bother debating whether he should consider his
own daughters as cute-as in 'sexy-cute'-his mind was aflame with sights of
young-girl bodies, breasts, legs, ankles and all the rest.  Complimenting
his daughters bodies was such a small escalation, just one tiny additional
step farther over a taboo line he'd crossed weeks ago.

   "They sure are!" Brett said enthusiastically.  "Beautiful!"

   "Thank you, Daddy," Alicia said, and pressed her belly against his.  She
kissed him on the lips-which wasn't unusual in the Winston house, but this
one was a lot hotter than any had been before.  Brett's daughter's hands
caressed his chest; rubbing his nipples with her warm palms.

   Alicia kissed her father's lips once more, then stood aside so Carrie
could do what Alicia'd done.  Brett stood still, accepting Carrie's kiss
with no sign of discomfiture.  When she leaned back in for her second one,
Carrie found her father's lips relaxed, and open.  The kiss lasted longer
than Carrie had expected-not that it bothered her.  When Brett eased back,
Carrie smiled happily at her father.

   "Oh!  We gotta go back and get the ...  lotion," Alicia exclaimed.

   "That's right!" Carrie agreed.  The two girls turned around and marched
back around toward the front of the house, looking back occasionally.

   And Brett watched them go, knowing he really shouldn't be enjoying the
swing of their young hips, the roundness of their butt cheeks-or anything
else about his daughters' bodies ...  but he did anyway.  His girls were
just so damned sexy-he couldn't stop himself, and he didn't want to.

   "Well, ready to go swimming, Uncle Brett?" Natasha asked brightly. 
Without waiting for an answer, the two girls turned the grown man around on
the sidewalk and walked him down to the pool.

   Brett Winston smiled at everyone and everything.  He bumped into the
light post on the BBQ deck and greeted it jovially.  'Uncle' Brett was
supremely content with his life ...  and the swelling bulge in his speedos
was a measure of how pleased he was with his life.

   ???

   "Where is your grandfather?" Candace asked Alicia and Carrie, sliding
the patio door shut.  She'd lasted only a few moments out in the hot sun.
Not wanting teenage boys to actually spread sun lotion all over her body,
as two had already offered, as she was retreating to the cool interior of
the house.

   "I dunno," Alicia replied, shrugging.  "I didn't know it was my week to
watch him," she said shortly.  She grinned to take the sting out of her
words.

   Candace started to say something about not being a smart mouth, but she
couldn't do it.  It might turn into a conversation about why Candace was
trying to keep tabs on Grandpa Jack, and Candace didn't want to discuss
that.

   "Maybe upstairs?  Carrie offered.  "I think I saw him headed that way a
while ago."

   "Thanks, I'll go look," Candace returned.  She swung around and darted
for the stairs.

   It was as good as any place to start looking.  Her father wasn't going
to get out of Candace's sight for very long, not while that woman was here!

   When she was out of sight, Alicia and Carrie both heave a sigh of
relief. Carrie's extended kiss with her father had put them behind the
eight-ball and they'd had to hustle to get back in the front door and out
to the patio entrance.

   ???

   As it turned out, Carrie's tip hadn't worked out.  It took quite a while
for Candace to find Grandpa Jack and that woman.  In fact, they weren't
even in the house.  They'd eluded Candace somehow and sneaked into the tiny
guest house Grandpa Jack maintained off in some scrub oak near his property
line.

   Her breasts still bobbing and dancing from jogging around Grandpa Jack's
domain, Candace stood spellbound when she opened a door to find a naked
Sandy Pearson kneeling in front of Grandpa Jack sitting on a big king-sized
bed, and giving him a very thorough blowjob.

   Candace watched ...  her fury growing.  She'd lost to Sandy, to this
woman who pretended Grandpa Jack was her dad.

   "NO!" Candace yelled.  She started toward the couple, moving quickly.

   "NOT YOU!" she screamed at the usurper.

   "HE'S MY DADDY!!"

   Sandy rose to her feet, calmly meeting Candace's charge.  But Candace
veered away once Sandy released Grandpa Jack's hard-on.

   Candace grabbed her father by the hand and pulled him up to the
headboard.  While she was still moving, she yanked the strings to her
skimpy bikini bottoms and let the piece of material fall around her feet,
undid the top and threw it aside.  She looked at her father sitting and
watching, lunged through to the bed beyond him and flopped herself down on
her back.  She pulled at her father's arm, drawing him down atop her.

   "Take me, Daddy!" she cried.  "I want you so much ...  I always have!"
she told him, not even slightly aware of what she was saying.  "Put it in
me, Daddy ...  right now, Daddy ...  I want it sooooo bad!"

   "DO ME, DADDY ...  please?" she babbled.

   Grandpa Jack rose over his oldest daughter's naked body, mounted her and
plunged his cock deep into the woman's steaming cunt without wasting a
second for the foreplay Candace clearly didn't want, or need.

   "Annngggggggggggghhh!" Candace whimpered aloud.  Her hips were already
gyrating, her groin was humping up to meet her father's thrusts.  "Oh,
God!" she groaned.  "So good!" she sobbed.

   Candace only vaguely realized she was committing the ultimate taboo. 
What she was doing with her own father was obscene-totally forbidden! 
Girls did not have sex with her Dad-ever!!"

   Her hips didn't stop churning though; she kept throwing her cunt up to
meet her Daddy's downstroke.  She put her hands on the points of his
shoulders ...  tightened her grip ...  and continued letting her father set
the pace while she held on for the ride.  In a way, Candace was at peace
for the first time in a long while.  This was where she was supposed to be,
under her father, rutting with him ...  and loving it.

   Candace's knees rose in the air.  With the inside of her thighs and
calves, she stroked her Daddy's thighs and buttocks.

   "Fuck me, Daddy!" she crooned in a whisper.  "Fuck me deep, Daddy!" she
cooed.

   Grandpa Jack rammed his cock deep inside his oldest daughter, slamming
down fast and strong before withdrawing it slowly ...  only to drive it
back in again.  His cock was a piston, driving hard down into Candace and
reversing out just as fast.

   They found a rhythm that suited them, and it didn't take long for the
incestuous pair to hit their peaks.  The foreplay had been years in the
making for Candace.  and there was no way she could hold off now.

   "Cum for Daddy, Candy!" Grandpa Jack whispered in his daughter's ear. 
"Cum for me, Candy!!"

   She couldn't hold it back then.  "I'M CUMMING FOR YOU, DADDY!" she
shrieked, not caring who might hear.  "Oh, God, I'm CUMMING!!!"

   Grandpa Jack's oldest daughter drummed her heels on her father's
asscheeks, urging him to go faster and harder ...  then she froze in place.

   "Unnngh!" she moaned.  "Unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh ...  OH GOD,
DADDY!!  I WANT YOUR CUM INSIDE ME!" she wailed.  "FUCK- FUCK- FUCK- FUCK-
FUCK!!!"

   When her father's hot cum splashed on her vagina walls, Candace went
berserk, squeezing her cunt around his cock, trying to milk more and more
cream out of the narrow slit in the end of his cock.  He pumped two more
gobs of his seed into his own daughter's belly before he was spent.  He
hovered over her, leaning on his elbows and knees for a long moment, until
her legs and vagina released him.

   He rolled over and lowered himself to the bedspread beside her.  They
rested, holding hands and their chests heaving, trying to get more air in
their lungs.

   "Bravo ...  bravo, Candy!" Sandy cried, clapping and cheering as she
walked back to the bed and sat down beside Grandpa Jack.

   "That was one for the books, Candy," Sandy said enthusiastically. 
"Sooooo damned hot, honey!!"

   "It's Cand-"

   "Bull shit it is," Sandy snapped back.  "Honey, it's prim and proper
Candace when you're in your hubby's office downtown ...  but when you're
doing a steamy, nasty fuck with your very own father ...  then by God, it's
Candy!!"

   Grandpa Jack's daughter opened her mouth, but there was nothing to say.
"My name is Candy," she agreed wonderingly.  "I fuck my daddy hot and
nasty," she said, trying the concept on for size-letting the words roll
over her tongue to taste them.

   "Mmmmm!" Grandpa Jack rolled up on his right elbow and began caressing
his daughter from her belly down to her Venus mons.

   "Candy's a naughty, naughty girl," he said softly to his daughter,
smiling down at her.  "She likes to do naughty, nasty things ...  and I
love her so!" he told his peaceful daughter.

   "I am Candy," she said wonderingly.  "I'm just a naughty, nasty kind a'
girl," Candy repeated placidly, relishing the sound of the words, and the
idea they expressed.

   She stretched her arms and legs luxuriously, delighting in her father's
lewd fondling and the touch of his naked skin where it touched hers.

   "I," she said saucily, "I'm my Daddy's cum hungry slut whore!!" she
declared.

   "And one hell of a good fuck too!" Sandy proclaimed.

   "Damn straight!  Hell of a fuck!" Candy said emphatically.  She smiled.
The tension was gone.  Beginning to recover, she looked at Sandy, sitting
on the other side of Grandpa Jack's body.

   "He is my Daddy, you know," she said, but not nearly as possessively as
before.

   "Absolutely!" Sandy agreed.  She grinned and looked around the room. 
"Oedipus ...  Electra-party of two ...  your father's cock is ready!" She
laughed delightedly.  "Wanta share?"

   "Uh-huh," Candy agreed.  "But sometimes ...  just sometimes ...  I get
to have my daddy all to myself, but he can be yours too, Sandy-deal?"

   "I wouldn't even dream of trying to take him away from you, honey,"
Sandy promised.  "I couldn't take him away from you, no matter how hard I
tried.  Your Daddy loves you!"

   The two women shook hands and Candy settled back, worming herself into
the soft mattress contentedly.  She moved languidly, at peace with herself
for the first time in ...  she didn't know how long.

   "The day's not over, you know...  ," Sandy said, grinning impishly.

   "Hmmmm?"

   "There are others who want your big Daddy's cock ...  Sis...." Sandy
suggested.

   "Ohhhh ...  sure!" Candy said.

   She shrugged, and began to move off the bed.  "If you want to do ...  if
you want to fuck Daddy, I'll watch."

   Sandy shook her head.  "Daddy has an educated tongue, Sugar ...  an' I
already know he'll suck his own cum out of a hot cunt." She grinned.  "How
'bout you sit on your Daddy's face?" she suggested, "...and I'll ride his
cock like a rodeo cowgirl an' we'll both get off!  Whatcha say?" Sandy had
a thoroughly nasty, obscene grin on her excited face.

   Candy looked down at her spermy cunt lips.  Daddy's and her cum had
overflowed Candy's cunt, combined, and spread into a sticky coat over her
mound.  "Really, Daddy?" Candy said cautiously.  "Are you sure?"

   Grandpa Jack nodded.  "Just mine, sugar," he said, "but I'll do mine
every time.  Only fair, right?  You're going to suck my cum out of me
...outta my cock ...  from time to time-right?"

   Candy nodded.  "Wanta see?" she asked, grinning impishly.

   "Not right now, honey," Grandpa Jack told her.  "Come up here and let me
eat that hot little pussy a' yours, okay?"

   Candy twisted her body up off the bed eagerly.  She swung around and
squatted over her father's mouth.  She adjusted herself, scooted her butt
up Daddy's sternum and found exactly where her father's tongue could best
attack her pussy.  In seconds, she was rubbing her slit up and down on his
face and whimpering when he stabbed his tongue deep into her.

   She felt Sandy get up behind her and start moving back there.  There was
a rocking motion, and Sandy's face leaned against Candy's back.  As Sandy
rose and fell on Grandpa Jack's cock, She reached around Candy's body and
hefted the bigger woman's breasts.

   The smaller woman caressed Candy's boobs, squeezed gently, molding them
and thumbing the hard nipples until Candy moaned out loud with the
pleasure. Assaulted from two directions, Candy didn't know whether to lean
back into Sandy's embrace or make rubbing her pussy on her Daddy's mouth
her first priority.

   "Grandpa eats pussy real good, doesn't he?"

   Candy nodded dreamily.  She cocked her head to the side.  Something..

   "He's got a really great cock that fills you all up but doesn't hurt any
at all, huh ...  Mommy?"

   Every muscle in Candy's body convulsed.  She leaped off her father's
face, scrambled to her feet and whirled around, coming to rest standing
against the wall behind the headboard above her father's head.  Her feet
pushed at the mattress even though she was already as far away as was
possible to get in that direction.

   Candy ...  until this moment the proud mother of two wonderful,
innocent, little girls ...  stared at the graceful, slender figure of an
eleven-year-old girl riding her own grandfather's cock.

   "Hi-Mom!" Alicia said brightly, never stopping her rocking motion.

   Candy couldn't turn away.  She watched as her father's big cock pumping
steadily in and out of his granddaughter's immature labia.  Alicia was
clearly enjoying what was happening to her.  The hitch in the greeting to
her mother had been accompanied by an intense concentration flooding her
features.  Something Grandpa Jack had done had been especially gratifying.
Candy couldn't help but notice the blissful expression on her child's face
as she fucked Grandpa Jack.

   "Surprise number two, huh?" Sandy asked.  "Guess what, Candy?  Your
daughters are just as hot-blooded as you are-just as randy-just as horny
... but they aren't suppressing it like you did."

   "MOMMY!" Alicia said loudly.

   "What?" Candy asked thickly.

   "You look like you're-"

   "Unnngh!  Unnngh!-Oh, God!" Alicia grunted.  A whole string of extra
good sensations spiked inside her.  The spasms passed.

   "Mommy, you look like you're going to faint, or something," Alicia told
her mother.

   Candy tried to pretend she hadn't almost passed out.  "Just trying to
figure out what to do," she said.  "This just isn't in the good parenting
guidebook," she said wryly.

   She looked around, breathing deeply.  In a moment, the wetness in her
pussy, the heat in her cunt and tingling nipples pulled her back from the
edge.  She watched Alicia working back and forth on her grandfather's
prick-the young girl's body never stopped its motion as she watched Candy
with concern.  It never stopped massaging Grandpa Jack's hard-on with her
drenched pussy lips.

   Candy swallowed hard.  "Ohmigod!" she whispered, as she began to
understand what was budding in her mind.  She was actually turned on
watching her little girl fuck ...  and fuck her grandfather, of all things.


   "I am such a pervert," she said in a small voice.  She glanced around at
all of them.  "We are soooo perverted," she said, experimentally.  "Hell,
we're all perverts!"

   "And damn proud of it!" Grandpa Jack contributed.  He was grinning a
thoroughly naughty, wicked grin.

   Candy grinned back at her father.  His lewd comment banished the last
vestige of resistance in Candy's fevered mind.

   She glanced around.  "Really damn proud of it," she announced.  "Is
there a Doctor Freud in the house?" She giggled.

   "Ah hah!" Sandy crowed.  "That's good.  I just knew you had a sense of
humor, Candy, baby," she said cheerfully.  "You're coming out of shock
number two pretty well, I think."

   Sandy examined the three of them for a moment.  "Well ...  how 'bout we
do this?" she said.  "Candy, you stay right where you are, but turn around
so Grandpa Jack can put his tongue in your pussy-yeah, sit on the
headboard," she suggested, "...and you ...  you're Alicia, right?  Can't
tell you two apart for love nor money.

   "Alicia, then, how about you eating Grandpa Jack's cum out of your Mom's
dribbling little twat while Grandpa Jack fucks you doggy style ...  whatcha
think a' that, guys?"

   Grandpa Jack began to get up almost immediately, half dumping Alicia off
him when she didn't move fast enough.  The eleven-year-old scrambled
between her mother's thighs, craned neck upward and began lustily licking
and sucking at her surprised mother's cunt.

   "Thanks for shaving your pussy, Mommy," Alicia said, wiping her mouth.
It was more a comment than an expression of gratitude.  "Do you do that all
the time when we all come down to visit Grandpa Jack?"

   "No," Candy replied distantly, "Huh-uh, but I knew I better....  She
blinked as she replayed what she'd said.

   "So, how come you thought it was going to be a good thing to do for
today?" Alicia asked mischievously.  "Hmmmm....?"

   "I have no idea why, honey," she confessed.  "I just don't know."

   "Would Doctor Freud please report to the bed with three generations of
family fuckers?" Grandpa Jack called loudly.

   He snorted.  "Huh-uh!  The time for psychobabble stuff and other
nonsense begins at half-past next Juvember!  For right now, we got some
fucking to do."

   Grandpa Jack settled his knees between Alicia's, fisted his cock and
pushed it back inside Alicia's sopping outer lips and deep into her cunt.
The little girl grunted happily.  She wiggled her hips, thrusting them back
at her grandfather to encourage him to greater efforts ...  but she never
took her mouth off her own mother's pussy.

   After a bit, Sandy perceived the incestuous fuckers had a good rhythm
going and nothing was going to interrupt it.  She grinned and stepped up on
the bed, holding on to the headboard for support.

   Straddling Candy's body, Sandy dipped her knees and tilted her groin up
as best she could and presented it to Candy's tongue for a thorough
lapping.

   Candy moved her head to the side, ignoring Sandy for a moment.  "Alicia,
where's your sister?" she asked.

   "Ohhhh," Candy's daughter answered, pausing to wipe her chin.  "Me and
Carrie played rock, paper, scissors to figure out who did what."

   "You won and get to fuck your grandfather, eh?"

   "Nah, I lost.  Carrie's with Daddy.  I think she probably has him about
balls deep in her cunt right about now." She resumed eating out her
mother's pussy.

   "You lost?" Grandpa Jack remarked in a low voice.  " 'Scuse me?  Chopped
liver an' all that?" No one bothered to respond ...  even with a derisive
snort.

   "Oh," Candy said, unsteadily.  But what could she say?  Her father had
just fucked her pussy so hard her cunt juices were still frothing on her
pussy lips.

   Candy shrugged, poked a forefinger into Sandy's cunt, and began
enthusiastically tonguing Sandy's clit.

   ???

   Brett Winston was whisked expertly back out the sidewalk from where
they'd encountered his daughters.  Payton and Natasha guided him expertly
along, giggling and smiling up at him the whole time.  They squeezed his
upper arms, pasted their thighs to his and let the spaghetti-thin straps to
their bikini tops slid off their shoulders.  By the time he and the girls
reached the pool, he'd already been treated to views of more
twelve-year-old nipple than gotten in his whole lifetime up to this point.
The micro-bikinis almost guaranteed nip slips would happen, and these two
girls actively helping make sure Brett would see them.  The girls saw he
was thoroughly enjoying the process.  They grinned happily, redoubling
their efforts.

   A few steps shy of the pool, the girls stopped in front of a big-boned,
truly statuesque blonde woman flanked by four equally blonde young girls,
stair-stepped down by age.  The girls would apparently inherit their
mother's sculpted body-they already looked like younger versions of the
grownup woman.  In a few years....

   Brett sucked in a deep breath.  The micro-bikinis they wore contrasted
well with their lightly tanned flesh.  The bikinis revealed far more than
they hid, and the girls didn't care.  Even the youngest was allowing her
top to slip off the meager bumps sprouting from her tender chest.  Brett
swallowed hard, feeling his penis begin to mushroom in his semi-speedo.

   The woman saw, and approved.  She turned to the group of young people
and adults lounging around the pool.  "THE ROGERS' GIRLS GET SLOPPY
SECONDS!" she called.  Turning back to Brett and the two pre-teen girls,
she put her hands on shapely hips and grinned.

   "Girls," she told the twelve-year-olds, "...it's time ...  no sense
playin' around in the pool." She smiled at them all.  "Y'all have the
downstairs bedroom, right?"

   "Pardon?" Brett asked helplessly.

   "Never mind," the blonde woman said comfortingly.  She patted Brett's
arm.  "We got it all figured out."

   The two girls turned Brett around and began marching him back up to
Grandpa Jack's sprawling home.  Where a copse of trees hid them from a
house on a bluff a couple miles away, the girls stopped, stripped their
bikinis off and tugged Brett's speedo down.  Seeing their naked young
pussies for the first time, Brett was thoroughly entranced.

   "Very nice," Natasha Pearson commented.  She bent at the waist and
kissed the head of Brett Winston's cock, slathering her tongue around the
glans to spread the pre-cum already welling up from the slit in the end. 
When she judged him ready, she began working his foreskin back down over
the helmet-shaped knob.  It took only a few seconds and Natasha's new
conquest was ready to fuck.

   "My God-" Brett cleared his throat and tried again.  "Honey ...  we
shouldn't...."

   Natasha took a half-pace back, hanging on to Brett's shaft.  She swept
her other hand down her lower belly and pubes, drawing Brett's eyes down.

   "I never had a single hair on my pussy," Natasha purred.  "Isn't it
pretty?" she asked.  Brett nodded dumbly, unable to resist.  "I like big
cocks in my cunt," the young girl continued.  "Don't you want to fuck my
lil' pussy?" she asked, cocking her head to one side.

   Brett hesitated.

   "Grandpa Jack likes my pussy," Natasha confided.

   "And mine too," Payton Campbell offered.  "You'll like them too, Uncle
Brett." She stepped close, wrapped her arm around his left thigh and palmed
his ball sack with her small hand.  She massaged gently, making Brett's
hard-on jump in Natasha's fist.

   "You do like us!" Natasha said naughtily.  She began slowly jacking
Brett's cock, holding it so the head touched her satin-soft skin over her
belly.  Brett sucked in a deep breath, let it out, and surrendered.

   He made no further effort to stop the lewd play.  He wasn't even going
to try.

   Giggling softly, the two twelve-year-old girls drew Brett on, opening a
sliding door leading into a bedroom on the side of Grandpa Jack's house. 
The wanton young girls didn't waste a second.  They dragged him to the bed
and down on it, settling on either side of him and exploring their first
kisses with him.

   "You remember me from the restaurant that day ...  when you were with
Grandpa Jack and the twins an' ever'one?" she asked softly, nibbling at
Brett's ear.

   "I do," he said.  His mind went back to that place.

   "I would a' let you fuck me then, if you wanted to," Natasha whispered
in his ear.  "You only had to ask ...  right after Grandpa Jack fucked me
silly, that is-I really wanted him to fuck my brains out that day."

   Brett groaned with the wave of lust that overwhelmed him.  He ignored
the comment about Grandpa Jack for the moment.  "Well, I sure want to now.
I'm askin' ...!" he panted.

   Natasha threw her leg over the adult man's hips and adjusted her body.
She lined up Brett's cock in her pussy and seated his glans between her
inner lips.  Grinning down at him, she sank on her knees, slowly impaling
herself on the hard spike.

   "Fuck me good," Natasha implored him.  The depraved expression on her
face betrayed her complete wantonness.  "Give me your hot cum in my little
pussy," she added.

   Payton decided to get in on the action.  Standing, she straddled Brett's
head and squatted unceremoniously on his upper chest.

   "Sugar and spice, and everything nice, Uncle Brett," she murmured. 
"Isn't that what little girls' pussies are?" Payton continued with a
shameless grin.

   Brett swallowed, his mouth suddenly watering with the need to taste
young Payton.  His tongue flicked out, slapping gently against the bottom
of Payton's slit.  When she gasped, Brett swept his tongue up the sharply
defined opening to the young girl's sex.  He sent his tongue diving between
the sweet lips, finding the pre-teen's honey already flowing.

   "Mmmmm ...  " Payton crooned.  "That feels soooo good," she said softly.
With her hands around the back of Brett's head, the hot little wanton
pulled his mouth closer.

   The three of them worked their separate ways-thrusting,
counter-thrusting, stroking, caressing, tonguing, undulating, and
shuddering their way to climaxes.  They cooed, moaned, grunted, and groaned
as super-sensitive nerve endings sent incredible sensations cruising about
their bodies.

   The girls came first.  Gasping and moaning, they shuddered through fine
little orgasms, wriggling desperately on mouth or prick, just to make it
last a tiny bit longer.  When they relaxed, admitting they could get no
higher, they lost control of their little bodies and collapsed over the
tall man's body.  They lay there, breathing heavily and waiting for their
little bodies to stop twitching.

   Brett, though, hadn't gotten off.  The girls had been too quick.  He was
vastly disappointed.  He wanted very badly to spray his seed into these two
nubile girls.  He felt the chill as the girls lifted off his heated body.

   "Hi, Daddy!"

   Brett's eyes snapped open.  Carrie was standing at the end of the bed
and intently watching the trio on the bed.  She was just as naked as the
other two young girls, save for a gold chain around her waist.  It made her
look more than naked.  She was playing a brazenly naked sex slave, sent to
his bed for his lustful use.

   This was the first time in a long time Brett had seen either of his
daughters nude.  He gloried in the voyeuristic naughtiness he felt. 
Carrie's breasts were the size small cupcakes; the areolas were capped with
points of hard, erect little nipples.  The firm cones bobbed minutely when
Carrie took a step toward him.  Her legs were long, beautifully sculpted
columns, slender and firmly fleshed with delicately turned ankles below. 
Between her thighs, a luscious peach peeked at Brett.  Little-girl honey
was already flowing, wetting her pink labia.  Brett licked at his lips.

   Brett's mind raced, connecting many ostensibly diverse events, words,
and conversations only a few seconds.  At the end, he understood he'd been
watching, but not seeing the world around him for some time now.  In a
corner of his mind, he'd known what was going on, but never admitted it to
anyone, much less to himself.  It all made sense.

   He reached out, holding his hand open in invitation.  She came, one of
his pretty twin daughters ...  innocent ...  well, not so much.  An
innocent hussy, maybe.  The hot look in her eyes made it clear she was here
for only one thing.

   When she stopped at the side of the bed, he pointed his fingers down and
casually cupped her mound.  His middle finger penetrated her outer lips and
he felt the dammed up juices begin to flow onto his hand.  He withdrew, put
his hand to his mouth and licked the hot little-girl honey off.  A fire
flamed high in his daughters eyes.

   "Your mother?" he asked softly.

   "With Grandpa Jack," she replied forthrightly.

   "Ahhhh, so your Mom's finally getting rid of the demons who've been
driving her crazy, eh?"

   Carrie shrugged.  "Finally!!" she agreed.  "With a little help...."

   Her father nodded his understanding.  "Alicia and...?"

   "Sandy," Carrie said.

   "Well of course ...  who else?" Brett said, grinning.  He could see it
all now.  "Miss Sandy was the bait, and Grandpa Jack's oldest daughter
could not resist the temptation, could she?" He laughed.  "It was inside
her the whole time," he said candidly.  "If she'd wanted to, I'd have been
okay with it from the day we were married," he added.

   He pursed his lips, hesitating to say what was in his mind.  Today was
not a day for holding back though.  One more secret brought out into the
light of day.

   "Remind me to tell you about me and my Aunt Nancy one day," he said
quickly, getting it out before he procrastinated himself into silence.

   Carrie's eyes widened.  "Dadd-eeeeee!" she said admiringly.  Her grin
spread.  She giggled.

   Brett tugged on the gold chain's dangling end.  Carrie came willingly,
smiling.  When she was close by the edge of the mattress, Brett's arm went
around her and pulled her over his body onto the bed beside him.

   "Any particular way you want to do this?" he asked.

   Carrie shook her head.  "Huh-uh.  But it better be fast," she added. 
She stared at a father she was seeing naked for the first time in her life.
His well-muscled frame and long prick made her swallow hard.  Soon, her
father's cock would be inside her.

   "You better do me quick, Daddy, 'cause I'm about to cream already just
thinking about my very own Daddy cumming inside me!"

   Brett smile faltered a little, then came back full strength.  He wasn't
used to this yet but, by golly, if his eleven-year-old daughter could deal
with the situation with so much composure, then he would do his damndest to
also.

   One thing was clear.  His body wasn't having any doubts or even second
thoughts.  He was still hard as a rock.  In fact, he'd been that hard since
he first spied his nude daughter standing there ...  and that made anything
she wanted to do absolutely possible.

   Carrie worked the pillow from beneath her head and arched her body,
pushing it under her buttocks.

   "Fuck me ...  Daddy!" she said, savoring the nasty words.  "Fuck me good
and hard,, okay, Daddy?" she purred.

   Apparently, his young daughter was ready to dispense with foreplay too.
He didn't need any either.  In fact, if he delayed too much, he was going
to spray his cum uselessly into the air without anyone or anything ever
touching him.

   Brett scrambled between his daughter's legs and moved up close to her
buttocks.  His mouth watered at the sight of his little girl's open pussy
and he couldn't resist bending low to slather her coral-tinted inner lips
with his tongue.

   His reward was a moaning gasp from the little girl.  She stiffened,
tilted her hips a little more and groaned as he washed her pussy with his
tongue.  Her cunt juices were dribbling down her father's chin when he
finally stopped.  He shuffled his knees closer to her buttocks, leaned over
his child and supported himself on one arm.  His other hand guided his cock
into her sweet cunt.

   Carrie whimpered as her father slowly drove his prick deep inside her.
He was careful, waiting for her vagina to open for him, looking for the
point past which his cock could not fit inside his eleven-year-old
daughter.

   When he found it, bumping into his little girl's vagina's rear wall, he
was astounded to see how much she could take.  His groin was nearly
touching her Venus mons and in a few strokes, when her cervix moved out of
the way, their pubic mounds would grind deliciously against each other.

   "I want you to cum in me, Daddy," Carrie repeated, panting hard.  She
pushed her groin up aggressively to meet her father's more tentative inward
thrusts.  "I want all your Daddy-cum inside my 'gina, Daddy ...  all of
it!" she demanded.

   Brett had never heard such lewd commands from the lips of a young girl.
The words had their intended effect though.  Brett gave up thinking of the
wanton beneath him as a child.  She was a woman, wanting her man to plow
her cunt hard and fast and spray his seed into her at the end.

   Father and daughter settled into positions where they could best fuck
each other.  Brett's knees widened a bit, lowering his body and his cock's
angle of attack.  Carrie gave herself up to the male animal crouched above
her, locking her ankles around his waist and using that for leverage to
pump her cunt upward on her father's plunging cock.

   They mouthed hoarse, indecipherable words, grunting with each thrust and
its counter, working themselves up to a shattering climax with each stroke.
In minutes, they were both shuddering through a hard orgasm.

   Carrie's vagina squeezed her dad's cock and it set him off, spewing a
thick wad of incestuous cum into her steaming cunt.  Carrie reacted by
rocketing into a hard-driving climax that had her insides churning.

   She shrieked her surprise-freezing in place with her back arched
backward at an impossible angle ...  and then she slowly settled back down,
shuddering as after quakes shot up from her cunt.  Finally, she collapsed,
her body falling limp.  All her strength was gone.

   Brett fell beside her.  His only goal was to not crush her as the
strength left his body.  They lay there, side-by-side for a long while,
holding hands, but not daring to touch each other more intimately until
their bodies came down from the rapture that had engulfed them.

   They roused when they heard clapping and whistling.  Natasha and Payton
had been watching the whole time from chairs they dragged over the carpet
to the bed.  Father and daughter hadn't noticed.  Brett smiled tiredly at
the two naked wantons.

   "Daddy-sex is really good ...  huh, Carrie?" Payton asked smugly.  Her
own first experience with her father hadn't been that long ago.  She was
certain, the memories of that moment would stay with her forever, and now
there was another young girl to share other first-hand memories.

   Carrie nodded happily.  "Uh-huh," she answered, thoroughly exhausted for
the moment.  She cuddled close to her father, finding the strength to
fondle his diminishing cock for a second or two.  Natasha ended that by
climbing on the bed and between Brett's thighs.  She took Brett's penis in
her hand and began licking him clean and dry.

   Meanwhile, Payton inserted her face between Carrie's legs and began
sucking at Carrie's cunt.  The sight of the lewd acts the young girls were
engaging in, and the sensation of Natasha's mouth on his cock stopped the
process of softening and made Brett harden again.

   "So ...  what're the rules around here?" Brett asked, curiously.  The
two other girls had fucked him to their own climaxes, then handed him off
to his daughter for their first one together, and now Natasha and Payton
were, literally, in bed with him and Carrie ...  and the festivities didn't
seem about to be winding down.

   "Well ...  " Natasha said musingly.  "Payton didn't get fucked, so she
should get you next," she said matter-of-factly.  "After that, I guess we
should all take a shower ...  'cause you heard Amy Rogers call dibs on
you," she added.

   "Or you could do me in the shower," Payton suggested.  "Grandpa Jack and
Carrie and Alicia always talk about fucking in the shower out at the
campground and I never got a chance to...." she said.

   Taken aback at the business-like discussion of people having sex, who
was next, who'd done something to someone else, and such, Brett tried to
make sense of it all.

   "You and Grandpa Jack in the showers at what campground?" he asked his
daughter.

   "The one with the bridge and the dried-up creek," she answered.

   "While your mother and I were traveling?"

   Carrie nodded.  "And last year when we camped out there too," she added.

   Brett shook his head.  "Last year?"

   "Yep!" Carrie said, smiling lazily.  "On the picnic table too!" she
said.

   Brett stared at her.  He didn't disbelieve her, but....  "And where were
your mother and I while all this was going on?"

   "Sleeping," Carrie grinned.

   Her father looked at her for a long moment.  "Should I get pissed off
about that?" he asked.

   Carrie divined her father's real question.  "Nope!  Grandpa Jack didn't
have a choice either," she said, waving her hand around the room where
Brett still lay nude in the midst of three naked pre-teens.  He took her
point.

   "How long has all this...?"

   "Ohhhh, three years for the cunt fucking," she said, "Four years if you
count just sucking Grandpa Jack's cock and him eatin' our pussies ...  and
last year was the first time we did any anal stuff," she added, counting on
her fingers.

   Brett looked at her, almost disbelievingly.  But the eleven-year-old
didn't have any need to exaggerate things.  "Sometimes I think I'm just
walking around in a daydream and not seeing anything going on around me,"
he muttered.  Sitting on the side of the bed, he turned around at his
daughter.  "You gotta tell me and your mom sometime, how all this started,"
he said.

   "Oh, that's easy," Carrie said.  "Me and 'Licia were horny all the time,
even when we were just eight-years-old-an' Grandpa Jack was tickling us-an'
then 'Licia rubbed her pussy on his arm, and then we decided to make him do
more stuff with us and we told him we'd call the police and tell them that
he was doing nasty things to us if he didn't do even more things with us
and then we got nekkid and got in bed with him...."

   Brett held up a hand to end it.  "Some other time," he said, "and with
some dates and ages, and stuff like that ...  and slower," he added.

   Then something she'd said took root in his mind.  "You were eight?!!" he
asked his daughter in a strangled tone.

   She nodded.  "Bethany Rogers is seven," she added.  "And she's been
doin' it...."

   "Seven?"

   "Uh-huh.  But she's been playing with her pussy since she was two or
three," Carrie told him.  "You can't fuck her yet 'cause she's just too
little in her pussy ...  but she loves for boys to lick her down there and
put their finger in her ...  and she's using dildos to make it bigger, but
it's not big enough today."

   "My sister, Danielle, had to use dildos and vibrators for a whole
afternoon, the first time she wanted Grandpa Jack to fuck her," Natasha
said.  "But it stretches ...  ya know that, right?"

   Brett nodded numbly.

   "Yeah, Danielle 's pussy stretched out to let Grandpa Jack inside her
the first time, but when she relaxes and it shrinks back down ...  even the
littlest boys can put their things in her and it's all good." Natasha told
Brett.

   "Aunt Irene said she once didn't have sex for three months one time ...
before she meet Payton's daddy ...  and when she got a new boyfriend ... 
she said her boyfriend thought she was a virgin."

   Brett had no idea where to go.  "Ahhhh ...  well that shows you it
really does stretch ...  and...."

   "Unstretch!" Payton said impatiently, tired of all the talking and no
fucking.  She got off the bed and came around to Brett's side.  Taking his
hands, she pulled him up.

   "Shower time ...  fuck with Payton ...  wash up ...  do lots of other
girls ...  'member?" She looked him over to see if he was comprehending. 
"Let's go," she said authoritatively.

   "Uhhhh, Daddy?" Carrie said delicately.  "Would you like for us girls to
shave you, down there?  'Til Sandy gets you in one of her shops...." She
paused.  "Or would you like to do it yourself?"

   Brett gulped audibly.  "I really hadn't thought about it," he replied.
"Can I think about it for a while?"

   Carrie shrugged.  " 'Til we get the water running, I guess," she said.

   "Oh ...  have you girls done it before?" he asked carefully.

   "Uh-huh, to Grandpa Jack before we met up with Sandy and her laser
thingies," Carrie replied.

   "Ever ...  uh...?"

   "Nope!"

   He took the plunge.  "Okay, you girls do it ...  but please, please,
please be careful, okay?"

   "Well, duh!" Carried shot back at him.  "If we cut you, you're not going
to be able to fuck anyone for a long time, right?  Don't you think we know
that?"

   "Just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page," Brett said, not
backing off on a matter like this.

   "We are!" Carrie insisted.  "Trust me," she added.

   "I am," her father said softly, and was then silent.

   "Isn't Rachel six-years-old?" Carrie asked Payton as the group made
their way into the spacious bathroom.  Kids are flexible.  They take up
dropped conversations in a heartbeat, leaving adults behind in the
conversational dust.

   "Yeah," Payton answered.  She looked up at Carrie's father.  "She's my
little sister.  You can't fuck her either," she said.  "Just oral stuff and
finger-fucking with your little finger only."

   "Six?!!" Brett said musingly, thoroughly amazed.

   "But horny," Natasha said, making her contribution to the conversation,
"very horny." She laughed at the expression on Brett's face.

   "You have soooo much to catch up on," she said.  "But we're going to
help, aren't we?" She looked around at the other girls.

   ???

   Candy was sitting in an easy chair close to the bed where she and her
father had just enjoyed her first fuck, and where Alicia was energetically
sucking Grandpa Jack right now.  Both were apparently enjoying their parts
in the act enormously.

   "Soooo, Dad," Candy began, "what's it like to fuck your own daughter,
huh?"

   Grandpa Jack looked up and smiled.

   "And then your granddaughter too," Candy added.

   "Pretty darned good, actually," Grandpa Jack replied.

   "Fucking your son is totally incredible too," Sandy interjected.  "Just
wait 'til you have a son fucking the cunt that he came out of that many
years ago!" Her face took on a beatific smile.

   "I don't have a son," Candy remarked.  She voice was wistful-more
regretful than Candy had realized she'd be at the admission.

   "Not too late for that," Sandy quipped.  "You're still young-plenty of
time to have a whole slew of hot-dicked little boys!"

   "That'll take ...  years," Candy mused.

   "Well ...  how 'bout I lend you one a' mine?" Sandy asked.  "How 'bout I
lend you a son and a nephew ...  huh?" She laughed.

   Candy's eyes widened into two giant saucers.  Her mouth was suddenly
dry.

   "Hi, Mom," a young teenaged boy's voice said.  He was walking casually
toward Candy from the open doorway.

   Candy didn't have any experience with being approached by a naked
thirteen-year-old boy sporting a hard-on that jutted proudly from a such
hairless groin.  She was momentarily at a loss on how to respond.  She
couldn't take her eyes off the boyishly slender penis bobbing and dancing
right in front of her.

   Abruptly, a second boy appeared.

   "You remember my cousin, Jeff?" Shawn asked.  "He was at the restaurant
with me and my mom an' dad and everyone that time...."

   Candy nodded.  Two young cocks, rooted in smooth, bare, underflesh,
bobbed in the air in front of her face.  She tried to clear her throat.  "I
remember," she said, looking up at Jeff and remembering him from more than
just at the foot of the stairs earlier.  "You were sitting next to Shawn,
and there was a young little girl next to you on the other side," she said.

   Everyone likes to be remembered.  Jeff smiled happily.  "Yep, that was
Dannie ...  Danielle," he said, "Shawn's little sister."

   Jeff glanced at his cousin.  They moved a trifle closer to Candy.

   "Mom," Shawn said softly, "would you like to go take a shower with us.
Grandpa Jack has a really big one in the bathroom up here." He bent low and
kissed Candy gently on the cheek, then her earlobe.

   "It'd be a lot of fun, Mom," Jeff added.  He'd slipped around to the
other side of the easy chair and was bending low there.  He stroked Candy's
bare shoulder and down her arm to the elbow.  He caressed the woman there
for a moment, then took her hand in his and massaged her forearm.

   "We could wash each other," Shawn suggested softly.  He moved her hair
off her neck and pressed butterfly kisses down her throat along a suddenly
prominent artery.  Candy's jugular was pounding; her breath was shallow and
fast.

   "You have really beautiful breasts," Shawn told her.  "They're so nice
...  big and soft...." He slipped his hand onto the underslopes of Candy's
right breast and hefted it, almost reverently.  "But firm too, huh-not
squishy or saggy...."

   Jeff hefted her left breast while murmuring soft words in her ear.  He
bent over to kiss her swollen, hardening nipple, sucking it into his mouth
and touching his teeth to the sensitive point, pretending to nibble at it.

   The boys tongues swept wet circles around Candy's areolae, flicking at
her erect nipples, then sucking gently on them.  Their off hands were busy
stroking the full-grown woman's back while they continued to fondle her
breasts and assault them orally.

   Candy's senses were overwhelmed by the attentions of the two boys.  A
flush began building on her chest and rose steadily up her neck.  The
wetness in her cunt was flowing again.  She could feel the spreading heat
in her groin.  She moaned softly, arching her neck so Shawn could kiss down
her throat again, and he did, ending up in the hollow of her neck.

   "Let's go shower, okay?" Jeff said encouragingly, softly.

   Candy's legs had been tucked under her while she sat watching Alicia
service Grandpa Jack.  She uncoiled, dropped her feet to the floor and got
up with the assistance of both boys.  They walked her toward the bathroom,
stroking and kissing as they walked.

   "We'll wash first," Shawn murmured.  "Then we can play, alright Mom?"

   "Mmmmm," Jeff said softly into her other ear.  "We'll play...."

   "Have you ever tried double penetration?" Shawn asked gently.  His hand
was on her left ass-cheek, massaging and molding the beautifully rounded
globe.  "I know you'll like it," he added.

   "Lots and lots of soapy warm water," Jeff murmured in the woman's ear.
"Then we'll make you a really happy mom, okay?"

   "You can hold our pricks," Shawn said.  Candy's hands shot out to each
boy's front.  She closed her fingers around their penises and held them in
her hands as the trio passed through the doorway into the bathroom.  The
door closed gently.

   The listeners heard the shower door open, and the water began a rushing
noise.  Little gasps, giggles, and moans overrode the sound of the water
for a time, but the second and third faucets were opened and cloaked the
sounds the three were making.

   "Damn!" Grandpa Jack breathed.  He looked up at Sandy.  He had no idea
when she'd come in, but she was standing beside the bed now.  "You reckon
we should warn all the women in the neighborhood not to let those boys in
their houses?"

   "Nah," Sandy said.  "Maybe warn their husbands but none of those MILFs
would thank you," she quipped.

   She, Grandpa Jack, and Alicia all laughed.

   "Uhhhh, 'Licia?" Sandy asked.

   "Mmmmm?"

   "I could sure use a good fucking," Sandy said, "especially after
watching those boys do their thing to your Mom ...  would it be okay if
your grandfather fucked me instead of blowing a wad in your mouth? 
Please?"

   "Eat my pussy like a big dog while he's doing it...  ," Alicia said
shortly, "...and you got a deal."

   "Done!" Sandy said instantly.  "You wanta sit on my face with me on my
back ...  or I'll get on all fours and let Daddy do me that way...?"

   Alicia thought for a long second.  She grinned evilly.  "I wanta sit on
your nasty face and rub my pussy all it over and make my juices drip off
your chin, woman!" she said.

   "Sounds cool to me!" Sandy said briskly.  "I like nasty," she remarked
to no one in particular.  "Slutty, slutty, slutty ...  Oh God, I just love
it!"

   CHAPTER SEVEN

   Brett Winston sat in patio chair, sipping iced tea and interestedly
watching everything going on around him.  Close at hand, the other adult
males and females who formed this taboo little group, were laughing and
talking, tossing ribald commentary and lewd jokes back and forth.  Children
wandered around the adults, drinking, eating ...  and having sex with each
other or dragging an adult from the circle for one carnal act or the other.

   Everyone was stark naked, of course.  There was constant stream of
sexual activity.  In fact the place reeked with the aroma of sex.  Brett
was certain there were invisible clouds of powerful pheromones drifting
around and about.  Everyone here was lifted high on the sensual stimulants
...  and he wouldn't be surprised if some of the insubstantial mist wasn't
being carried on the wind to places and people far away.  He hoped those
unknown folks were having as good a time as everyone here was.

   Down the slope, some of the children had gathered in the small courtyard
downslope where Grandpa Jack's BBQ pit was situated, and others whooped and
screeched in the big swimming pool still further down the grassy slope. 
The pit and swimming pool might could be seen from a distant neighbor's
house, so the kids down there had on the barest minimum of swimwear, but
once a clearly marked boundary was passed coming up to the house, nakedness
took over.

   Brett was quiet, still absorbing things, trying to divine the rules by
which the group was governed.

   "Hi, I'm Danielle," a pretty young girl said, peeking between his
crossed legs.  "You can call me Dannie," she told him, patting his knee
companionably.

   She looked at his cock, lying in his lap, alternately hardening and
lengthening, and then subsiding again.  His organ was effectively
reflecting his state of mind as he watched sex acts begin and run their
course, or he listened to the matter-of-fact commentary of a group of
people gathered together for no other purpose but good, hot, nasty sex. 
Mostly, he sported a hard-on and his current one began to grow rapidly as
the little girl examined him.

   "Okay if I touch?" she asked, making sure.  Brett had heard that phrase
used a number of times already.  Apparently, it was assumed naked people
didn't mind being touched, and naked also implied a readiness for sex ...
but they were making exceptions today for the new folks.  Personally, Brett
couldn't imagine NOT wanting to have sex, of any or every kind, with the
slender, smiling little girl.

   "Oh, sure ...  Dannie," Brett said quickly.  "Anytime you want to," he
added.  "I'm Brett," he added.  Seemingly, one of the other rules was that
everyone went by their first names, which made sense to him.  It was hard
to imagine one of the girls he'd already had sex with him calling him
'Mister' or anything else.

   "I know," Dannie said.  " 'Licia and Carrie's dad," she said, climbing
up onto his lap.  She situated herself facing away from him and her lovely
buttocks pressing into his belly.  Her legs were splayed wide, laying on
top of his, her small feet extended past his knees.  She reached between
her legs and brought his cock between her thighs to rub against her slit.

   Brett could see the little girl's outer labia were already sopping wet,
completely coated with a sexy sauce from her own baby vagina.  He began
hunching his cock along the little girl's opening, becoming more aroused
himself when she hissed her appreciation.  Her fingers pressed against the
underside of his cock, increasing the contact the upper side had with her
sensitive lips and hidden clitty.

   "You like little girls?" Danielle asked suddenly, craning her head back
against his shoulder to see his reaction.

   "More and more all the time," Brett replied honestly.

   The little girl giggled happily.  "I like grown-up men," she confided.
"I have to get stretched by dildos or something before I let a grown up put
his thing in me ...  but it's really good when I get filled up with one,"
she told an incredulous Brett.

   Abruptly, she tired of the teasing game.  She planted her feet on the
cushion outside Brett's thighs.  Lifting her body up, she reached under,
grasped the shaft of Brett's cock and held him straight up.  Squatting, she
guided Brett's cock through the outer lips of her pussy.  She held him in
place, then relaxed her thigh muscles a little more, lowering her pussy
around his helmet-shaped glans.

   Stopping again, she rested briefly, then resumed a steady descent,
driving Brett's cock into a hot, steaming little cunt that seemed to suck
him in a fraction of an inch at a time.

   The little girl's vagina had been spread by the dildos she'd spoken of,
so it was mostly a matter of sliding herself down slowly, so as to not let
his cock dive too deep.  She found the mark, wrapped her fingers around his
shaft so she would know how far was too far.  Then she settled back on
Brett's lap, scooting around until she found a spot where she could
maintain that penetration, but no deeper.  She sighed and relaxed, content
to let him rest inside her for a time.

   Brett had no problem with that.  The small girl's cunt was the tightest
he'd ever had his cock in, a super-tight furnace made of little-girl flesh.
As Danielle moved around, it seemed her vagina was massaging his cock all
along its length.  When he knew she was deliberately tightening muscles
most women didn't even know they had in their vaginas, he rewarded the
little girl with a low moan.

   She giggled.  "My mommy says that's why girls should do kegels," she
told him.  "Did it feel good?"

   "You already know it did," Brett said, chuckling.

   "Yeah," she said.  "I don't usually do it except with boys," she
remarked, " 'cause I'm already really tight," she continued.  "Sometimes us
girls do kegels with boys if we're stretched by a grown-up dick just
before."

   "Well ...  you can practice with me anytime you want," Brett said
passionately.

   Dannie laughed, delighted with the effect she was having on the man. 
She knew he was in her power and she loved it.

   "Who's your mommy, anyway?" Brett asked.  Danielle threw out an arm,
pointing at Sandy Pearson, sitting a few feet away.

   Brett had watched the interplay between this woman and his wife, but
he'd been distracted most of the time.  He didn't have all the names and
faces coordinated yet ...  and it was awfully dim out here.

   "That would be me," the woman confirmed.  "And this is my husband, Greg,
sitting beside me with his fingers in my twat," she added.

   Brett swallowed hard.  He was fucking an immature, pre-teen little girl
right in front of her parents.  They weren't objecting.  It took some
getting used to.  But it was soooooo hot!!

   Sandy leaned closer.  "She's nine-years-old," she said in a stage
whisper.  She'd read Brett's thoughts as clearly as if they'd been
broadcast over a radio network.

   "You're fucking a nine-year-old little girl!!" Sandy hissed as if
scandalized.

   She sat back in her chair.  She grinned broadly.  "Fuck 'er brains out!"
she suggested.

   Brett almost whimpered.  His teeth clinched tight, he began moving his
hips minutely, pushing his cock up into the little girl and backing out. 
He had only a short range of motion, but that was okay.  Every inch of his
shaft was an erogenous zone this evening.  Hell, his whole body was an
erogenous zone.  The feeling of Danielle's butt against his groin was
exquisite torture.

   The pair worked their bodies back and forth.  Dannie wriggled her little
butt around on Brett's lap and lifted herself off him every once in a
while. Any movement translated to their genitals rubbing against each other
with that sweet friction that inevitably led to a culmination.

   "Sweetheart," Brett groaned, "I'm going to cum in a ...  minute!"

   Danielle redoubled her wriggling.  Not content with that, she lifted
herself off Brett's lap with her leg muscles and leaned forward, bracing
herself with her hands on the ends of the chair arms.  With that, she had
leverage to begin work her tight cunt up and down on his cock.  The
limitation on penetration was essentially gone.  Her young body had
adjusted; she could accommodate almost his full length now and she took
full advantage.

   Whimpering and squealing, she bounced her ass off Brett's body, rising
...  then slamming down again as fast as gravity and contracting groin
muscles could pull her.  She began keening a high-pitched cry that
announced her impending orgasm.

   Dannie gasped ...  worked her groin up and down faster and faster, then
froze with him jammed inside her to the hilt.  The expression on her face
would have been pain in other circumstances, but it was only the mark of
the total ecstasy of a very adult orgasm that began racking her body.

   She trembled.  The muscles in her abdomen rippled involuntarily ... 
then were still.  The tremors torturing her body subsided.  Stray
aftershocks made her catch her breath for several minutes.  The exhausted
nine-year-old girl collapsed backward onto her lover's body.

   Everyone around could see Brett's flushed face and tight jaws.  He was
breathing explosively through his nose, throwing his hips up to meet
Danielle's downstrokes as best he could and doing everything he could to
stall his climax until the little girl had hers.

   The molten cum in his testicles had risen through the secret channels
deep in his groin and through to his cock.  He tightened his muscles,
trying to keep it from rising further ...  but it became too much to bear.
His cock swelled inside the little girl ...  and a thick, grayish-white
stream of hot cum spewed out the narrow slit in the head of his prick to
coat the little girl's vagina walls.

   Danielle groaned deep in her chest and mashed her butt back against the
man's as she could while Brett came inside her.  Her muscles tight, she
strained to get more cum from Brett's balls.  He backed out, then plunged
in as deep as he could get, pumping another fountain of cum into the small
cunt milking his spunk out of him.

   A third time, he sprayed pearly-white semen into her, and then a fourth.
His body jerked with the force of his body's muscle contractions.  Then a
final spurt jetted forth ...  and his body quieted.

   Danielle butt settled on Brett's thighs; she pushed her legs out in
front of her along Brett's bigger ones as her slight body collapsed against
his front.  Brett and the young girl lay there, their gasps for air slowly
subsiding and their pounding hearts trying to return to normal.

   "Wow!" Danielle's mother exclaimed.  "You really had a good one there,
didn't you honey?" she said to the little girl.

   "Uh-huh," Danielle replied in a tired voice.  "Carrie and 'Licia's daddy
is a good little-girl lover," she added slowly.

   The pronouncement brought forth some chuckles from the surrounding
adults and children.  Dannie made no attempt to get off Brett's lap and he
was content to half-lie there on his patio chair and caress her young body,
while he did what he could to recover.  With his slowly diminishing prick
still lodged inside the girl's vagina, every slight movement was a new
erotic experience ...  a good one.

   When he was able to pick up his tumbler of iced tea, the others gathered
round took it as an indication he could think and talk reasonably, and
maybe even take part in the conversation again.

   "You're adjusting to this pretty well," Greg Pearson remarked.  "It took
me ...  let's just say 'a while' to get with the program." The other adults
and children gathered round laughed.

   Brett considered the comment.  "Well ...  I wasn't ...  heck, I didn't
know what was going on, but I think I subconsciously noticed the way the
twins acted around Grandpa Jack-and I'm pretty sure they have been acting
around him for a long while.  I don't know exactly what it was, but I
remember wondering about ...  oh, things I can't remember to save my life
right now," he confessed.

   "I just remember thinking there was something going on ...  and I'm not
as shocked as ...  ah ...  well, not nearly as much as I should be.  I
kinda knew my wife had something of a ...  fixation ...  on her Dad, and
she has had ever since I met her," he remarked.

   "But ...  uh ...  you might say Candace ...  uh ...  Candy ...  and I
had an extra advantage too," he said slowly, exploring his thoughts in his
mind before he broached them in public.  "Hmmmm ...  well, to make it
short, Ca-Candy and I did some ...  ummmm ...  well, we were in 'the
Lifestyle' for a while," he said finally.

   "Oh ...  goin' out to nasty little clubs where they have free-for-all
backrooms, and having naked house parties, and fuckin' some guy's wife
while he fucks yours-that kind a' lifestyle?" Grandpa Jack asked
cheerfully.

   Brett winced.  He hadn't noticed his father-in-law join the group.  A
small girl was on Grandpa Jack's lap and his hard cock was captured between
her slender thighs.  It had to be the six-year-old Carrie had mentioned
earlier in the afternoon.

   There was no possibility the tyke could possible insert Grandpa Jack's
penis inside her tiny little pussy, but she was grinning, humping her
baby-groin up and down, obviously loving rubbing her puffy little pubic
mound on Grandpa Jack's shaft.

   "Uhhhh ...  yeah," Brett finally admitted, when he was able to remember
he owed Grandpa Jack and answer.

   Grandpa Jack grinned wickedly at his son-in-law.

   "Then how the ...  blankets-blank ...  did you let that bundle of
suppressed urges you're married to slide so far backward?" Sandy Pearson
interjected.

   "Well, the twins came along pretty quickly after we got married," Brett
explained.  "And we moved when my job moved ...  and there were some people
in the group we were with we really didn't like much anyway.  So we'd been
going to the parties less and less anyway.  So when we got to our new
place, we just kinda let it slide and concentrated on other stuff," he said
lamely.  He shrugged.

   "You know better now, right?" Grandpa Jack asked.  "This lifestyle is a
lot ...  more intense ...  than diddling your neighbor's wife, for one
thing.  "And that daughter of mine looks like she needs lots of 'diddling'
to keep her satisfied and regular," he opined.  It brought a chuckle from
everyone, including Brett.

   "Ahhhh ...  " Greg Pearson said, by way of getting everyone's attention,
"Sandy and I were involved in that 'lifestyle' too ...  for a while," he
admitted.

   "Us too," Irene Campbell said briefly, laughing.

   "And us three," Aaron Rogers confessed.

   "Really!" Greg Pearson interjected.  "Heck, Sis, I didn't know that!" he
told his sister, Amy.

   "Oh yes," Amy replied in a composed tone.  "Until Brenda turned five,
actually ...  and I always had permission to make it with you, big
brother," she continued.  "We almost talked to you guys about swapping ...
maybe a dozen times, too," she said.

   "Oh yeah!" her husband, Stan said emphatically.  "I was soooo looking
forward to making it with my lovely and very sexy sister-in-law," he said.

   "Actually, she's my sister-in-law, honey," Amy observed.

   "Who cares?" Stan quipped.  "You can do her too, if you want," he
remarked.  He chuckled at his own joke.

   Sandy stood up and walked sexily over to Stan and dropped onto his lap.
She wiggled around for a moment and grinned.  Stan's hard-on was
lengthening and swelling fast.

   "Dear ...  dear, sweet Sandy...," Stan said hoarsely, "we're going to
have to go find a horizontal surface somewhere close to do this right," he
said.  "This chair just isn't going to hold up to what I'm about to do to
you," he added.

   "Sounds good to me," Sandy replied, getting to her feet and taking
Stan's hand when he rose too.  "Bye, y'all," she said.  "We'll be back ...
after while!"

   Sandy stopped before she'd gone three steps.  "Hey, wait a minute," she
said.  She turned around to face Grandpa Jack.  "What about you, old man?"
she joked.  "You the only one of us not in the lifestyle?  Even in the
'olden days'?"

   Grandpa Jack snorted derisively.  "Olden days?" he asked scornfully. 
"You get sassy, young lady, and I'll bend you over my knee," he commented.

   "Ooh-gonna get kinky, eh?" Sandy retorted, wiggling her hips
suggestively.  "But you didn't answer the question, did you?  Were you and
your wife into fucking and sucking with the neighbors and stuff?" She
giggled.

   Grandpa Jack grinned.  "Absolutely," he said.  "Jeanette and I got into
it a couple months after Candace ...  Candy ...  was born, and we stayed
with it for a few years ...  until Tracy was born.  Then we just kinda
stopped-and then we got divorced."

   "Oh," Sandy said.  "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

   "Not a problem!" Grandpa Jack said with a smile.  "I barely think of the
wicked witch of the west anymore," he joked.  "Her ability to affect me
ended long time ago."

   There was a short silence, broken only by low chuckles.

   "Curious though, isn't it," Grandpa Jack mused soberly.  "We're all
survivors of that lifestyle; is it possible that experience made us 'ready'
for this new one ...  'cause we sure jumped into this one real easy, didn't
we?"

   "Could be," Brett admitted.  "Maybe that's why I didn't have too much
problem with things ...  and maybe it helped me, subconsciously, see what
was happening between the twins and you, Grandpa Jack, and you all."

   "You think we all, subconsciously too, saw something in each other that
said, 'Hey, they're into ...  uh ...  family sex?" Stan Rogers suggested.
They were quiet for a time.

   "Interesting," Greg Pearson said at length.  "So maybe we all recognized
that 'X' factor in each other-whatever 'X' is-and we've come together ...
faster than we might have otherwise?"

   "Could be," Amy said.  "But don't forget all our young'uns have opted
for this 'lifestyle' too.  Not a one of 'em has started screaming out loud
and dialing 911 for help, have they?"

   "Good point," Grandpa Jack observed.  "So ...  were all the kids ...  ah
...  predisposed to accepting-or initiating-this awfully taboo sex life by
something we adults were showing ...  maybe even teaching ...  them?  I
mean like subliminals ...  unconsciously 'teaching' attitudes and ... 
whatever ...  to them without us being aware of it?"

   There was a long moment of quiet while the group considered the
question.

   "Well ...  I don't have a clue," Irene Campbell confessed, "but I can't
think of anything I said or did that would lead my kids down this path. 
It'll take a lot of studyin' to get a handle on that," she continued.  "And
if we decide we did, or did not, I'm not sure it makes a difference ... 
now that it's already happened!" She laughed.

   "That's true," Grandpa Jack interjected.  "What's done is done ...  and
we might never know if we did anything or not." He smiled to himself.  "And
what if it's nothing we said or did?  What if it's just in our genes, eh?"

   "Some people set up by their ...  makeup ...  to be willing and ready to
have sex with their own children-and their children to have sex with their
parents?" Brett asked.  "Interesting," he added.

   No one could think of anything to add to that line of conversation.

   "So, anyway, if we see someone else we think has this 'X factor' too,
what do we do?" Irene Campbell asked interestedly.

   "Ahhhhh-well, it's already happened," Stan remarked.  "Brenda's
girlfriend ...  our next door neighbor ...  has been doing it with her
father an' her brothers and her little sister ...  for quite a while, it
seems."

   "Stan," Amy interjected, "that's not what we're talking about.  Sherrie
was hot for your bod all along and screwed up when she told Brenda."

   "Well ...  maybe she did, and maybe she didn't, honey," Stan responded
slowly.  "How do we know this girl didn't subconsciously recognize the
special relationship Brenda was having with me over the past few weeks? 
Did she see something in our family change all of a sudden, and it keyed
something in her?  You know, that Freudian slip thing was awfully
convenient when she mistakenly told Brenda about her own relationship with
her father, wasn't it!"

   "Ahhhh, I think I see what you're saying," Amy remarked.  "But,
dumpling, you figuring all this out-it's beginning to worry me!  If you're
going to start using logic when we talk, a lot of our conversations are
gonna be real short ones," she said.

   Everyone chuckled.

   "So ...  what is this 'special' ...  whatever it is?" Irene asked.  The
group was stumped.

   "It might be like that old definition of real art," Grandpa Jack
offered. "As in 'I don't know what art is, but I know it when I see it?"

   "Could be," Irene murmured.  Mumbled agreements came from the other
adults.

   "There's one thing though," Grandpa Jack remarked when Sandy and Aaron
would have turned to leave for their 'flat surface' out in the gathering
twilight.  They waited for him to continue.

   "Not one of us has suggested this group is already the perfect size for
'Lifestyle, Version II' or whatever you call what we're doing," he noted.
"Curious, huh?"

   "Does that mean we're going to have more boys and girls to play with,
and mommies and daddies too?" Danielle interjected from her place on
Brett's lap.

   "Cool!" she remarked when there was no comment from the adults.  No
denial was as good as a 'Yes' in a child's world.  "So, do us kids get to
help them ...  uh ...  figure out what they really want to do ...  like
'Licia and Carrie and the other kids got to do today?" she asked.  There
wasn't an answer to this either.

   "You know, Daddy," she said speculatively, "I kinda think Lisa
Cunningham is doing it with her daddy ...  or someone else, maybe.  She
said something one day ...  I can't remember what it was, but it sounded
real weird to me when she said it." She closed her eyes wearily.  "I'll
think about it and figure out what she said ...  sometime."

   Her father, Greg Pearson, cleared his throat.  "Uhhhh, Lisa Cunningham
is almost twelve, or maybe she is twelve-cute as the devil, with really
great legs and nice ...  interesting bumps making her blouses look ... 
really ...  neat!" he mused, "and I think she's been horny since the day
she was born.

   "She always looks me right in the eye when she talks to me ...  except
when she's staring at my crotch when she thinks I'm not looking.  And I
swear she'd fall on the ground with her legs spread, if someone just
asked," Greg continued.  He was quiet for a while.

   "And," he went on, "she's got six cutie-pie sisters and five brothers,"
he added.  "And an 'aunt', who can't be any older than Brenda ...  for
instance ...  living with them," he said.  "Mom's a looker too ...  and Dad
gets my better half all hot and bothered from time to time...." He sat back
in his chair and stroked his cock.  It had risen without him noticing.

   "Awfully interesting, isn't it?" Grandpa Jack asked softly, ending the
silence.  "You and your daughter both see something in young Lisa
Cunningham that calls out to you."

   "Intriguing as all get out ...  isn't it?"

   At that moment, naked little Rachel, deserted Grandpa Jack's lap and
trudged over to Aaron and climbed resolutely up on his lap.  She turned to
face everyone and smiled sweetly.  "Play with me, Daddy?" she asked.

   "Do I have to?"

   She nodded, totally unconcerned by her father's feigned reluctance.  She
knew he'd do it every time he got a chance.

   "Well ...  okay ...  if I have to," Aaron told the tiny girl.  His right
hand was soon cupping the child's pubic mound and his middle finger
stroking her puffy outer labia where they met so tightly.  He looked up.

   "Rachel?" he said, to get the girl's attention.  "This is Mr.  Winston,"
he said, pointing to Brett.

   "Rachel is going to be seven in just two months," Aaron told Brett.

   Brett waved uncertainly at the little one.  He wasn't quite sure the
proper etiquette for greeting a girl-child while her father fondled her
right in front of everyone.  "Hi, Rachel," Brett said.

   He looked up.  Candy had made her way into the circle.

   "Rachel," Brett said carefully.  "This is my wife, Candy."

   "Hi ...  " Rachel answered in a high, piping little voice.  She looked
at Candy interestedly.  "Is Grandpa Jack your Daddy?" she asked.

   Candy nodded.

   "Mommy told me you'd be here today," the small child said.  "Are you
happy you came?" she asked curiously.

   Candy had to think for a moment.  She hadn't expected that question.

   "From the mouths of babes," Grandpa Jack murmured.

   Candy glanced at her father; her expression was unsettled.  She took a
deep breath.

   "Yeah ...  yes, I guess I'm glad I came," she said slowly.

   "You guess?" Grandpa Jack asked.

   Candy looked at him almost resentfully.  Grandpa Jack wasn't leaving her
any wiggle room at all.

   "All right!!" she said grumpily.  "I'm awfully, really, really, really
glad I came!"

   "That's good," Rachel said equably.  "It's so much fun here," she added.
"We get to suck our daddy's cock and play with it ...  and he plays with us
...  like putting his finger in our pussies ...  and our brothers and all
the boys lick us ...  an' ...  ever'thing," she said, her eyes drooping. 
She wiggled around on her father's lap, found a more comfortable position
and closed her eyes for a nap.

   Candy watched the little girl as she fell asleep.  The youngster's tiny
hand lay over her father's big one as he continued to stroke in and out of
her pussy.  Whenever he stopped, the six-year-old's face clouded, and she
would urge her dad's hand back into motion again, without waking.  The
others in the group smiled gently at the scene.

   Candy came to a decision.  She stood, grabbed a cushion from the chair
next to her and walked over to Grandpa Jack.  She dropped the cushion at
her father's feet and knelt.

   "Rachel says she's sucked her father's cock-a six-year-old has sucked
her Daddy's cock ...  and I never have mine," she remarked.  She took a
deep breath.  "And it's high time I did."

   She pushed Grandpa Jack's willing thighs apart and fondled his cock for
a long moment.  "I meant to ask ...  how come you're so smooth ...  how
come you're balls and your dick are so smooth?" she asked.

   "Talk to your 'sister' Sandy," Grandpa Jack replied, chuckling.  "She
owns these shops where all they do all day long is zap innocent little body
hairs nobody wants anymore," he said.  "You can take care of everything in
not too many visits," he said, "and you won't have to shave anything ever
again."

   He paused.  "Ask for Marie," he advised.  "She's nineteen and she's hot
as all get out," he said sagely.  "Doesn't care who she's doing, either,"
he added, smiling blissfully at a good memory.

   "Sandy's busy," Grandpa Jack told his daughter, divining who Candy was
looking for, twisting around in her seat.  "She'll be back right after you
hear a panther scream," he added, grinning.

   "You'll know," Grandpa Jack said, seeing Candy's confusion, "trust me,
you'll know."

   Candy shrugged and bent to take her father's cock in her mouth for the
first time ever.

   "I wish I'd done this when I was nine and you dumped me off your lap
when you got hard, watching those cheerleader competitions on TV," she told
her father.  "We should a' done this a long, long time ago, Daddy."

   At that moment, Alicia walked up to the circle and paused to take in
what was happening.  "Cool, Mom!  About time!" she advised her mother.  She
walked on.

   It occurred to Candy that Brett might not appreciate his wife kneeling
to her father and sucking him off.  She glanced around at him and looked at
him, contemplating the bad thing that could happen if Brett disapproved.

   "Go for it, Mom," Alicia called to her mother as she sidled around the
circle's circumference.  "Grandpa's cum is the good tasting kind." She
walked on.  "So's Daddy's," she called over her shoulder as she went into
the dimness.

   Candy looked at her husband balefully.  "I should have known...," she
snorted.

   "Hon...," Brett retorted.  "You could've been way ahead of your
daughters having Daddy's dick, if you'd wanted a' to be ...  didn't you
just say something about nine-years-old?"

   "Well...," Candy started to argue.  She glanced around at a circle of
amused adults who knew Brett had already taken the round in their
conversation.

   Candy yielded the point.  "I knoooooow...," she said regretfully. 
"Wouda, coulda, shoulda, huh?"

   "Precisely!" Brett answered shortly.  Supremely satisfied, he settled
back in his seat to watch his wife service his father-in-law.

   Candy resumed what she'd been doing.  Showing every sign of enjoying
giving oral attentions to her father, she took him deep in her throat.  Her
eyes lit with an inner lust when Grandpa Jack groaned in appreciation. 
Moments later, she lifted her face to grin at her dad-and all around the
circle of approving men and women-with cum smeared all over her lips and
cheeks.

   "Did I do good, Daddy?" she asked playfully.

   "You did real good, Sugar," Grandpa Jack said.  "Real good!!"

   Sandy and Stan came back into the circle just in time to see and hear
that.

   "Damn, " Sandy remarked.  "Have an intervention early in the day, and
it's 'Candy Winston, Daddy's Total Cum Slut' by moonrise, huh?" She
laughed.

   "Way to go ...  Sis!" she congratulated Candy.  Both women grinned
wickedly at each other.

   CHAPTER EIGHT

   A successful campaign begets new campaigns.  The smart campaigner uses
lessons from the last operation to plan the new one....

   - -

   Greg and Sandy Pearson did what they could to investigate their
neighbors across the street, the Cunninghams, short of hiring a private
investigator.  It wasn't easy, even when Greg set up spy cameras under the
eaves of his house to watch what went on across the street.  They dearly
wished they could plant some inconspicuous little surveillance cams inside
the Cunningham home, but they couldn't think of any way to get a nanny-cam
or the like inside the Cunningham's front door.  They kidded each other
about not being able to find Agent 007 when you needed him ...  or one of
his compatriots.  Curiously, they laughed, Craig's List didn't have a
single entry for James Bond wannabees....

   So, the Pearsons were left with certain clearly definable 'facts' to
deal with.  For one thing, neither Paul nor Theresa ever used the words
'daughter' or 'son' !  It was always, "...this is my boy' or 'have you met
my girl...' or something like that.  Mom and Dad-Theresa and Paul-were
waaaaayyyy too young to be parents of two fourteen-year-old boys ...  who
didn't look anything alike, oh-by-the-way.  One boy had blond hair, the
other dark, and their features didn't favor Theresa or Paul, either. 
'Ross' was a thick-framed, football playing kinda boy while 'Steve' ran
track ...  and their young bodies looked like what they did.

   'Raymond' was twelve-as were his 'sisters' Lisa and Bianca.  They didn't
look like each other at all-they certainly weren't identical triplets. 
Actually, Raymond bore a resemblance to only one of the other siblings ...
ten-year-old 'Charlotte' .  The children's 'aunt' was sixteen years old,
and nobody knew where she'd come from or anything about her.  Her long,
dark red hair and 'milk and honey' complexion made her stand out from the
rest of the kids in the family.

   It was clearly a 'blended' family-everybody knew that-but the 'parents'
didn't seem to fit any pattern.  Neither of the adults had a line on his or
her face from the stress of raising a vast household full of kids.

   - -

   So they did what any military strategist would do to fake out the
opposition.  They bluffed.

   - -

   Theresa Cunningham welcomed Greg and Sandy at the Cunningham's front
door.  She looked a little shaken by the Pearson's earlier phone call. 
What could the Pearsons have that was so important, it had to be discussed
in person?

   She called her husband, Paul, in from the back yard where he'd been
preparing a new patio slab for pouring.  The four of them sat down in the
living room, coffee cups full, and the Cunninghams' faces full of
apprehension.

   "I guess there's nothing for it but to just blurt it out," Greg said
solemnly.  "I guess you know that your Lisa is best friends with our
Natasha, right?"

   Theresa and Paul nodded.

   "Well, apparently, our daughters ...  your Lisa and our Natasha ... 
have decided they'd like to trade dads for a weekend, Paul," Greg told
them. "And they've been discussing ways and means of making that happening
...  soon," he added calmly.

   Theresa and Paul winced.  Their faces turned ashen.  Their eyes locked
as shock overcame them.

   At length, Paul cleared his throat.  "I ...  I don't know what to say,"
he said hoarsely.  "Lisa doesn't have our permission to arrange anything
like ...  like ...  uh, you being with my girls or me...."

   He stopped.  His eyes narrowed and his lips tightened.  Something wasn't
right.  The Pearsons from across the street were grinning triumphantly at
each other and giving each other an impromptu high five....

   He leaned forward, preparing to get up.  He was quite ready to get
pissed off ...  fast!

   "We can cut this short," Greg said, as he and Sandy stopped celebrating
and calmed themselves.  They tried to wipe the grins off their
faces-clearly Paul didn't appreciate the Pearsons smiling in the midst of
his tragedy.

   Greg took in a deep breath.  "I do apologize for our little sham," Greg
said sincerely.

   He wanted to get that in before anything unpleasant happened.  Paul was
too damn big-it wouldn't do to let him work on that anger Greg saw in his
face.

   "We didn't know any other way to approach you...," Gregg continued.  "We
thought we had some things figured out about y'all, but we couldn't nail it
down.  So we thought our best chance was to catch you off-guard, in order
to find out something very important to us."

   Paul considered what Greg said.  "Very important-to you," he asked,
pointing at Greg and Sandy, "or ...  to us too?" His hand swept to the side
to include his wife.

   "Us ...  me and ...  well, it means all of us." Greg remarked.  He
glanced at Sandy before pressing on "and for some other folks ...  but they
are right minded," he added.

   "It seemed to us that your family has engaged in ...  relationships that
ordinary ...  you know, plain vanilla families ...  just don't do," Greg
said delicately.  "We were almost certain of it-just from watching your
kids and you-and your reaction right now just confirmed it.  If you weren't
involved in, shall we call them 'open' relationships?  Well, anyway, you'd
have reacted differently to what we said."

   There was a long silence.  Paul and Theresa took each others hand.

   "Are you going to the police?" Paul said huskily.

   "Police?!  Oh good God, no!!" Sandy said loudly.

   "No, no ...  you don't understand," Greg added hastily.  "When I said,
'important to us' I meant that ...  uh ...  we're all in the same boat."

   The silence was broken by a sob that ripped from Theresa's throat. 
Tears dribbled down her cheeks.

   "Dammit, Greg!" Sandy exploded.  "You and your damned long-winded
explanations.  You need to work getting straight to the point without
torturing everyone to death.  Sandy rose and walked over to Theresa and sat
down beside her, putting her arm around Theresa and patting her back.

   "Theresa," Greg said anxiously, "I'm soooo sorry.  I should have been
clearer," he apologized.

   "I'm just relieved," Theresa choked out.  "I thought we were all going
to jail and...." She dabbed at her eyes with a napkin and tried to smile.
"Y'all go on talking," she said.  "I get so emotional some times.  All I
need to do is get a good cry finished, and then I'm all right."

   "Until the next time!" Paul said dryly, but he had a tender smile for
his wife.  He settled back on the sofa's back cushion and gave Greg a
baleful look.

   Paul paused to get some ideas arranged in sequence.  "Okay ...  when you
said 'trade dads', we should have answered, 'Oh, whatever do you mean? 
What have those girls gotten into their tiny little minds', right?"

   "Or ...  we could have said, 'What the hell are you talking about?',
right?"

   Greg nodded contentedly .  "Something like that."

   "Or 'I want an attorney right now' ...  if it was in an ...  an
'official' setting." Paul said gruffly.  "Hindsight sure is 20/20, huh?"

   "Yeah," Greg said carefully.  "Actually, this is a good ...  training
experience ...  for Sandy and me too," he said.  "Something we should have
thought about before, and prepared ourselves to face something like this
too." He glanced at his wife.  "Are you taking notes, honey?" he asked
facetiously.  Gregg calmly ignored Sandy's malevolent expression.

   "Uh-huh," Paul said ironically.  "We're really glad to have been of
service in your ...  continuing education," he said sarcastically.  He was
shifting around in his seat, too aggravated to sit still.

   "And now that we all do know what's happening here...," Theresa
interjected hastily.  Her husband could work himself up to an explosion in
no time at all if he was left to himself.  She wanted to short-circuit
that, and the quicker she pinched off the fuse, the better.

   "I can't think of any way to actually bring the subject up, other than
something like what y'all have done...," she said calmly.  "Can you, Paul?"
she asked, with a little edge in her voice.

   "No," Paul admitted grudgingly.  He snorted scathingly.  "But I'm sure
gonna think on it." He relaxed slightly, settling back on the sofa cushions
for the first time in a while.

   "So, what would you have done if we hadn't reacted like little kids
caught with our hands in the cookie jar?" Theresa asked, turning back to
Greg.

   "Oh!" Greg replied with some enthusiasm.  This was something he'd
prepared for.

   "You see, with my college minor in computer technology and Paul's
experience as a contractor in mind, we'd have explained that y'all must
have misunderstood what we were trying to say-that the girls actually
agreed that one dad could teach the other family some intricate details
about how computers work, and the other dad could help hammer together a
new deck for our backyard ...  or something like that.  It would have all
been a mix-up," Greg said.  "We'd have laughed about it and after the
second beer, no one would have remembered a thing."

   "By the way, in the interests of complete disclosure, Lisa never said
anything remotely like what I quoted her as saying," he apologized.  "It
was just something I could 'interpret' that way."

   "And scare the living shit out of us," Theresa remarked.  "I'm so glad
Lisa didn't really slip up.  We've been soooo careful for so long and there
isn't a day goes by...."

   Theresa looked at Greg for a long moment, then grinned.  "Our Lisa,"
Theresa said delicately, "actually said, just last week, she'd loooooove
for you to screw her 'til she walks funny," she told Greg.

   Theresa giggled like a schoolgirl when a tent began building in Greg's
pants and Sandy joined in with a cheerful guffaw too.  Paul and Greg
contributed hearty laughs seconds later.

   Paul was distracted by a sudden vision of Lisa and Greg doing nasty
things to each other ...  on a bed beside him doing nasty things to a naked
Natasha ...  or Danielle ...  or both....

   "Ahhhh...," Paul said slowly, "...is it too soon to suggest ...  ah ...
that we could get everyone together ...  and ...  uh...?"

   "Get to know each other?" Sandy suggested.

   Paul nodded.  "On as many levels as we can," he added.

   "I know for a fact, there are girls and boys upstairs who would love to
meet the folks across the street," Theresa confided, "on every level."

   The foursome chuckled, feeling warm and comfortable with each other for
the first time.

   "Mmmmm," Sandy replied, "...that's sounds heavenly." She grinned
roguishly.  "And it goes both ways, you know?"

   "As it happens, my brother and his family will also be joining us," she
added.  "They're all over at our place and they're all primed and ready, as
it were, for a little ...  uh ...  intra-familial get-together."

   "Really!!" Paul said, thoroughly amazed.  His imagination was in full
gear.  He stared into space for a moment.  "Is everybody in this town, by
any chance...?"

   "No," Greg said regretfully.  "But there are others with our outlook on
life," he said happily.  "We'll have to tell you about Grandpa Jack, and
his daughter ...  and his granddaughters ...  he's Sandy's adopted 'Daddy',
and then there's my sister and her husband ...  and all their kids ...  and
...  then there's all of yours....  Hell, the list is growing by leaps and
bounds."

   "Grandpa?" Paul said wonderingly, "...his daughter and
granddaughters-GRANDDAUGHTERS?!!" He was visibly intrigued.  "Oh, my!" he
whispered

   Paul wet his lips and sat back in his seat, nerving himself for the next
step.  He took a deep breath.

   "My ...  sister ...  and I are looking forward to meeting everyone,"
Paul told them.  He waited expectantly.  Theresa and Paul took each others
hands and smiled at the Pearsons.

   "Yeeee-haaaaaw!" Sandy squealed.  "Damn!  Brother and sister ... 
married, huh?  How cool is that?  Boy, have we got stories to tell ...  and
people to do!"

   She took out her smart phone and punched in the numbers for a call to
the waiting throng of horny people across the street was expecting.

   CHAPTER NINE

   Grandpa Jack lay back in his brand new, jumbo-sized hammock and surveyed
as much of the campground as he could see, which was essentially all of
it-from the shower/restroom facility all the way down to the end of the
paved access.  A look of idyllic satisfaction was pasted over his face ...
because the campground belonged to him now.

   He smiled happily.  The Corps of Engineers hadn't been able to continue
maintaining a site that wasn't generating any revenue and the campground
was put up for auction.

   Grandpa Jack learned the Corps assumed the ground would be purchased
back by the rancher whose property backed up to the campground, from whose
grandfather the land was purchased in the first place, but the guy didn't
even submit a bid.  There was an old spring out by the eastern edge of the
campground, but it went dry a few years after the CCC built the campground
back in the 1930's.  The grass still grew lush and green throughout the
campground and all around-clearly, the water was still there ...  deep
underground maybe ...  but the grass in the campground and its environs was
just too far from flowing water for cattle to be walking.  It was worthless
to the rancher.

   So Grandpa Jack put in the only bid; it was accepted, and next Tuesday,
the title would officially be transferred over.  Grandpa Jack even bought
another sixty acres from the rancher to go along with the campground.

   It was already fenced off, easy to maintain, and it gave the campground
a nice buffer zone on that side between the lifestyle in the park, and the
rest of society.  Grandpa Jack wanted to see if that spring couldn't be
revived so he made sure he got the mineral and water rights to the
property. He knew where a man could lay his hands on a couple sticks of
dynamite.  Sometimes springs just needed a little jolt-whether approved by
state agencies or not-to clean out the workings....

   Anyway, for this last weekend of camping at the Corps of Engineers
campground, Grandpa Jack worked with Old Jim to reserve the whole danged
campground so no one would interfere with the weekend Grandpa Jack and
everyone else had in mind.  Not being disturbed or observed was
tremendously important to the campground inhabitants.  Even Old Jim and his
wife were away, visiting in the city.

   ???

   Grandpa Jack smiled and lithely unfolded his body from the hammock and
moved out onto the camp road's hard surface to meet the grown woman and the
young girl walking toward him.

   "Hi, I'm Theresa Cunningham," the attractive woman said, smiling a
little shyly.  "And this is my daughter, Charlotte-she's ten years old,"
she added.  Charlotte wasn't the woman's real daughter.  Grandpa Jack
already knew that.  The Cunninghams were an imitation family of orphans
headed by a 'married' brother and sister.  But twenty eight-year-old
Theresa (Grandpa Jack had already been told that too) was the mother of the
whole crew; her thirty-year-old brother was the father, and Charlotte was
one of a bunch of pre-teen and teenaged kids.  If that worked for them, it
worked for Grandpa Jack

   "I'm Jack Cartwright," he said.  "Everyone calls me Grandpa Jack-cause
I'm a grandfather and ...  the moniker just seems to fit who I am."

   "We know," Theresa answered.  "We ...  me and Charlotte ...  we decided
we wanted to get ...  get to know you ...  first," she remarked, blushing
again.  She glanced down at his cock, looked around at the trees and open
prairie, and swallowed hard.  Clearly she wasn't accustomed to nakedness
and what was going on, going on in plain view.  The great outdoors did get
some getting used to.

   Grandpa Jack grinned warmly.  He stepped closer and drew the woman in
for a quick kiss.  His rising penis brushed her belly and she drew in a
quick breath.

   "I am truly honored," Grandpa Jack said slowly.  His left hand rose
almost to the level of Theresa's right breast.  "May I?" he asked.

   "Sure!" came a piping voice from below Theresa's left arm.  "Ain't that
what we came for ...  to do each other?"

   A little startled, Theresa smiled.  She nodded to Grandpa Jack and then
looked down at her foster daughter.  The young girl was anxiously hoping
from one sandaled foot to the other.  Clearly, ten-year-old Charlotte was
more than ready to get things going.

   Grandpa Jack took a quick moment to caress Theresa's breast and then
bent low to plant a kiss on her nipple.  It reddened quickly with the flow
of blood, visibly hardening and lengthening.  Theresa was well-endowed
without being huge.  She was tall and slim, with gentle curves that invited
a man's close attention.  The dark-eyed brunette had well-molded thighs and
calves legs ...  and surprisingly small feet below.

   "Mmmmm," Grandpa Jack grunted appreciatively.  Theresa was his kind of
woman, one whose body responded quickly, unabashedly, if the erection of
her nipple was any indication.

   Grandpa Jack knelt on his left knee to bring his face down to
Charlotte's level.  "What you said ...  I'm pretty sure that's EXACTLY what
we came here for," he said, answering her question.

   He looked the ten-year-old over carefully.  She was probably only four
feet, and four inches or so.  Sturdily built, she had a trifling of 'baby
fat' still on her frame, hardly enough to notice.  Green eyed, auburn
haired, and lightly freckled, she grinned lazily at Grandpa Jack, perfectly
content for an older man to catalog every inch of her naked body.

   Charlottes breasts were still only the size of walnut shells, with
coral-colored tips in the centers that were already hardening.  Her
diamond-hard little nipples, only the size of a pin-head so far, proved the
little girl was quite capable of becoming aroused ...  quickly and without
much physical stimulation.

   "Is it all right if I touch you down there," Grandpa Jack asked the
youngster, pointing to her cunt.

   "Sure!" Charlotte answered quickly.  She moved her left foot a few
inches farther from her right one to open up her body and expose her
beautifully sculpted and completely bald mons veneris.

   Grandpa Jack took the clear invitation and cupped her mound in his big
hand.  The little girl's breath hissed between her teeth at his gentle
touch.

   Unconsciously, she pulled her groin back, then thrust it forward again
...  and began to hump his hand slowly.

   "You can touch me anywhere you want," little Charlotte said weakly, her
attention split between his touch and a need to express herself.  "You can
put your ...  anything you want in me too," she said, her voice stronger.

   "You can put your thing in my ...  pussy, or my ass-hole or in my mouth
too," she added, trying again.  "But you can't put it in my mouth or my
pussy after you put it in my butt!" she said sternly, making sure Grandpa
Jack knew the rules beforehand.

   Grandpa Jack smiled.  "I'll be sure to remember all of that," he said,
inching his middle finger deeper between Charlotte's outer labia.  He felt
the slippery wetness there and grinned broadly.  He cocked his head to one
side, as if studying her.  "And I think that before we're through," he said
solemnly, "I'm going to stick my 'thing' in all three," he concluded.

   Charlotte smiled broadly, wriggling happily in his hands.  "Just not at
the same time," she cautioned again.

   Grandpa Jack nodded.  "Absolutely!"

   "Mmmmm," she moaned delightedly, wiggling her immature hips and
thrusting her groin out for Grandpa Jack to fondle more.  His finger
slipped deeper inside.  In another moment, he was finger-fucking the young
girl all the way into her immature vagina.

   In seconds, little Charlotte was swaying fore and aft in time to his
finger sliding in and out.  Her eyes couldn't focus very well, and her
breathing grew shallow and quicker.  She shuffled a step closer and spread
her feet wide to give Grandpa Jack better access.

   Grandpa Jack looked up at the girl's foster mother and grinned happily.
She was watching the action intently and showed a faint flush spreading
across her upper chest and neck.  "Mom" was aroused too.

   Charlotte was to his right front, her eyes closed now as she reveled at
Grandpa Jack's slowly pistoning finger.

   "Come here," Grandpa Jack said, motioning to Theresa.  When she was
close enough, Grandpa Jack slipped his left hand between the mature woman's
thighs and pressed his thumb between her outer lips.

   Theresa moaned softly.

   Freeing his thumb from Theresa's pussy, Grandpa Jack touched the woman's
rectum, then inserted his middle finger carefully into her butt hole. 
Using the lewd handhold, urged the woman closer.  He contorted his body,
angling his head and neck so his open mouth could fasten over her wet slit.


   Theresa groaned aloud.

   Young Charlotte's eyes popped open and she watched Grandpa Jack's tongue
lapping her foster mother's steaming pussy.  Charlotte smiled beatifically
and closed her eyes again.  For a long moment, there were only the sounds
of slurping and sucking noises ...  and assorted moans and groans as the
two females did little dances on Grandpa Jack's fingers and tongue.

   The pavement was becoming increasingly uncomfortable for Grandpa Jack
and his neck began to complain at the contortions he had to perform to eat
Theresa's pussy.  So he pulled back, straightening his back to work out the
kinks and massaged his aching back.  He stood as the girls pouted.

   "Ladies," Grandpa Jack said, "how about we move the party to a nice,
comfortable spot under yonder tree?" he added, pointing over to the big air
mattress a little beyond his hammock.  Without really waiting for an
answer, he put an arm around Theresa's waist and the other around
Charlotte's shoulder.  The trio strolled to the mattress.

   "Are you gonna fuck me now?" the ten-year-old girl asked Grandpa Jack.
She was smiling, wiggling her hips suggestively, and somehow dancing in
place all at the same time.

   Grandpa Jack wasn't sure her body was ready for him.  His finger sliding
in and out of the young girl's pussy had been clasped awfully tightly.  On
the other hand, he didn't want to ruin the mood everyone was in.

   "I think some fucking is exactly what we need to do," Grandpa Jack
replied with a grin.  He swept the young girl off her feet and lowered her,
squealing, to the mattress.  He lay beside her and mouthed her small right
breast, sucking at the nipple and licking all around.  His right hand
slipped down her belly to her bald pussy and his middle forefinger slid
right back inside her sweltering cunt.  Charlotte whimpered; her thighs
clamped shut over his hand, then dropped away again.  She moaned and humped
her naked cunt up into Grandpa Jack's palm.

   He looked up.  "Help me?" he said suggestively, pulling his finger from
Charlotte's young pussy.  Theresa knelt uncertainly and let Grandpa Jack
position her between Charlotte's slim thighs.  He licked experimentally at
Charlotte's pink outer lips.

   What Grandpa Jack had in mind became clear and the woman settled down
and began to enthusiastically lick her foster-daughter's young cunt. 
Grandpa Jack mouthed each of the young bumps on Charlotte's chest a couple
of times more, twirled her diminutive little nipples between his fingers
one final time and then rose to his feet, grinning broadly.  Charlotte
moaned, but her foster mother's mouth was doing some really fine work on
her super-heated pussy.  The ten-year-old couldn't form the words to
protest Grandpa Jack not fucking her.

   Urging Theresa's legs apart, Grandpa Jack settled behind the mature
woman and reached under her to fondle her pussy for a moment.  Theresa
moved her knees further apart, put her hands under her foster daughter's
butt to pull the little girl's pussy tighter against her mouth.  She hiked
her ass a little higher; her hips wiggled slowly from side to side
invitingly.

   There was no reason to delay.  Grandpa Jack fisted his cock and pressed
forward, spreading Theresa's outer labia and working the big knob up and
down her slit for a moment.  A little leaking pre-cum mixed with the
fragrant juices from her cunt.  Grandpa Jack leaned in, thrusting a couple
of inches into the woman's scorching-hot vagina.

   Theresa whimpered, arching her back high before settling down again. 
She shuddered briefly.

   "Too much?" Grandpa Jack asked.

   "Too good!" she answered.  "Don't stop!" she commanded.  She pushed back
against Grandpa Jack, seating another couple of inches of his spear in her
cunt.  "Oh, God!" she moaned.  "Just fuck me," she added.

   "Mommy!  Eat me!" Charlotte insisted, fastening her hands behind
Theresa's neck and pulling the woman's mouth back down to her little-girl
pussy.

   Grandpa Jack thrust deep and Theresa groaned again into Charlotte's
young cunt, making the youngster moan in unison with her foster mother. 
Charlotte's feet beat a quick tattoo on the mattress.  She humped her groin
up increase the contact with Theresa's wet lips.

   "Do it again!" Charlotte demanded.  Obligingly, Grandpa Jack rammed his
cock deeper and then pulled out.  The trio quickly established a rhythm. 
Little gasps, sighs, and deep groans were the only means of communication
for a long while.

   When Grandpa Jack reached around Theresa's body to fondle her breasts,
pinching lightly at her nipples and squeezing the fullness of her flesh, it
set off a hard orgasm.  Theresa cried out, shoved her ass back at Grandpa
Jack and trembled for a long instant.  Her cry evidently was all that
Charlotte needed, and she began to thrash around under her foster mother,
pressing her young pussy harder against her foster-mother's mouth and
trying to push Theresa's head away at the same time.

   Grandpa Jack spewed a load of scalding cum into Theresa's cunt, then
another, bucking hard against her firm ass-cheeks and slamming his cock as
deep as he could.  The trio ground their heated body parts against one
another, slipping and sliding around on the slick mattress for a long
moment ...  and then they were still.

   Relaxing with a long sigh, Theresa fell away to Charlotte's left,
dragging Grandpa Jack's still tumescent cock from her cunt, and he let
himself down on Charlotte's right side.  Both adults instinctively began to
caress the little girl's body, stroking her from chest to upper thigh over
and over.  The group's passions cooled, their breathing became more
regular.

   Charlotte's fingers curled around Grandpa Jack's cock.  She began to
jack her fist back and forth to see how Grandpa Jack would react.

   "Now it's my turn!" Charlotte said emphatically.  She scrambled up to
her knees and spread her foster mother's thighs so she could slide between
them.  She positioned herself ...  head down and ass high ...  and began
munching on Theresa's still heated pussy.

   "Fuck me, Grandpa Jack!" the ten-year-old demanded, turning her head
around to face him.  Her foster-mother's sweet fluids, mixed with some thin
rope-strands of his semen shown wetly on her face.  "Fuck me!"

   So he did.

   ???

   The gaggle of girls started a game of hopscotch to pass the time. 
Someone used a piece of chalk to mark out the appropriate outline on the
black pavement in front of Grandpa Jack's campsites.  A round dozen of the
campground's girls were soon taking turns jumping about, bending to pick up
small stones, spreading their legs to land both feet in the appropriate
squares, and all the other things young girls do playing a game.

   Boys, being boys, were soon lounging somewhere close, watching the naked
girls hop and skip around.  The boys didn't even pretend an interest in the
game.  Here and there, a boyish prick rose, provoking whispers and giggles
from the girls.

   Grandpa Jack watched appreciatively from his hammock deep in the shade
of the tall trees.  He smiled and put both hands behind his head.

   "Grandpa Jack?" nine-year-old Danielle Pearson called to him.  She was
bent over, her feet planted in two separate squares.  She spread her feet a
little farther apart and looked between her legs back at Grandpa Jack. 
"Are you looking at my booty?" she asked naughtily.  She giggled.

   Grandpa Jack grinned more broadly.  "I certainly am not!" he retorted.
"I'm watching your hot little pussy just a' smiling and winkin' at me ...
and I'm wondering when I get to do something really nasty in it again," he
said earnestly.

   The boys chuckled; the girls giggled, and the adults scattered around
laughed.  The glances between the girls playing hopscotch and the boys
lounging around watching, began more heated all the time.  A conversation
between three of the boys reached a hushed climax and one of them got to
his feet.

   He sauntered over to twelve-year-old Payton Campbell and whispered
something in her ear.  A questing hand cupped her right breast and she
swept her own hand absent-mindedly across the boy's smooth chest and down
his lower belly while she thought.  A speculative look came across her
pretty face as the boy whispered more smooth words.

   She broke away from the boy and gathered a small group of the girls
around her.  Assorted giggling, dancing, and much clearing of throats
issued from the huddle.

   Payton came back to the boy and wrapped her fingers around the boy's
growing penis, holding it as one would a hammer, and jacked it slowly back
and forth.  As it grew harder and longer, he slipped a hand below her belly
to fondle a bald slit that was quickly becoming slick with her little-girl
juices.  They moved to the first chalked square, with the boy standing
behind Payton.

   Bending over and spreading her feet wide, Payton reached behind her to
guide the boy's young cock into her pussy.  With the boy seated inside her,
she slowly raised up, making sure the hard shaft inside her didn't escape.

   "Okay, when-Anghhh!!" she said squealed.  She trembled uncontrollably
for a couple of seconds.

   Her second try was better.  "When I say 'jump' you have to jump with me,
okay?" The boy nodded his understanding.  Payton bent over delicately,
looking to see if the coupling was secure.

   "Push it more in," she instructed the boy and he happily complied.  She
looked up, then focused on the chalked outline.  She slapped the outside of
the boy's thigh to make sure she had his attention.  "Ready ...  one ... 
two ...  JUMP!" she said.

   They did, more or less in unison, but Payton had jumped as she would in
a normal game to go over the chalked line, and the boy did not.  His cock
came out and they both gasped out loud.  They quickly got together again
and began to work their way down the hopscotch squares, but not very well.
They landed awkwardly several times, and didn't advance an inch in more
than one jump.  On the other hand, no one was terribly interested in
enforcing the rules of hopscotch, either.

   Girls paired up with willing boys who'd come crowding closer.  There was
much hopping about, thrusts that established a hard boy-cock in a juicy
pussy ...  and some that did not.  After a while, the game was discarded.
Finally, there was only a group of girls bent over with their palms braced
on the pavement while boys pumped their cocks into the girls' hot pussies
from behind.

   The mood spread to others not involved.  The adults off to the side
found little-girl or boy partners and another round of hot sex consumed the
campground.

   One little girl, seeing most everyone else preoccupied, wandered shyly
over to where Grandpa Jack watched the action.

   "Would you like me to suck your cock," she asked Grandpa Jack in a
reedy, little-girl's voice.  She peered up at Grandpa Jack hesitantly.

   "I certainly would!" Grandpa Jack replied eagerly.  He extended a hand
to her and helped settle her beside him on the swinging surface of the
hammock.

   "I'm Debbie Cunningham," she responded.  "I'm seven," she added, her
attention on Grandpa Jack's growing cock.  She tried to wrap the fingers of
both hands around it, but they didn't meet.  "I can't fuck a big cock like
this," she confided.  "I'm too little ...  but I can lick it and suck on
the big end," she continued.

   "You'll do just fine," Grandpa Jack said.  "But first, can I lick your
pussy?" he asked.

   She nodded happily.  Grinning, the little blonde girl flopped back on
the hammock and spread her plump thighs.  Grandpa Jack lay down beside her
and arranged the diminutive little girl so that her head was at his belly
and her pussy positioned by his waiting mouth.  He began a slow slurp up
and down the girl's beautiful slit.

   After only a few strokes, little Debbie whimpered.  A moment later she
was gasping for breath and grabbing handfuls of the hammock fabric to hold
on to.  She raised her head and parked her chin below Grandpa Jack's belly
button.  She craned her neck as far down as she could, trying to touch the
tip of her little pink tongue against the almost purple glans that was
stretching toward her mouth.  She couldn't do it.  She needed Grandpa Jack
to keep on lapping at her bald little slit.  She squealed loudly when
Grandpa Jack formed a fleshy spear with his tongue and began stabbing it
through her delicious young labia.  Gasping, moaning, and grinding her
pussy against his mouth, the girl eventually shuddered and sobbed her way
though a mind-blowing little-girl climax.

   "Now it's my turn?" Grandpa Jack asked the small girl, when she was able
to think again.

   "Uh-huh" she said briskly.  The grinning cherub climbed up on Grandpa
Jack's body and lay full length with her head toward his feet and her legs
splaying naturally down beside his chest.  Grandpa Jack had a fine view of
the small rosebud of Debbie's ass and the still-slick lips of her immature
pussy.  Smiling, he ran a forefinger down her outer lips and spread some of
her juices around, gently massaging the girl's still sensitized flesh.  He
carefully slipped a finger into her wet cunt and began slowly
finger-fucking the tiny pussy he'd just licked into submission.

   Debbie turned around to look at him, half-surprised at what he was
doing. "Don't you want me to lick your cockie?" she asked.

   "I do," Grandpa Jack replied, "but I want to play with you while you do
it, okay?"

   Her face grew thoughtful, but her rump was already beginning to writhe
and squirm around under Grandpa Jack's ministrations.  "Okay," she said,
"but just a little while I do what you like, okay?"

   "Okay!" Grandpa Jack said with a grin.

   Debbie raised her upper body up enough so she could kiss the
turnip-shaped knob of Grandpa Jack's penis.  She industriously lapped the
length of Grandpa Jack's shaft from root to glans and back again.  After a
moment, she stretched her young lips around as much of the tip of Grandpa
Jack's cock as she could manage.

   Her tongue was soon teasing the slit in the end of his prick and she
fondled Grandpa Jack's balls in her soft hands.  Sucking and then swirling
her tongue all around the crown, she soon had Grandpa Jack groaning aloud.
The youngster had learned all the things she needed to do to get adult sex
partners off.  Her efforts were that much more successful because Debbie
really, really liked cocks.  She smacked her lips, giggled, squirmed around
and thoroughly enjoyed herself.

   A little while later, little Debbie sucked a mouthful of hot,
pearly-white grandfatherly cum down her throat.  It was too much for such
her little mouth and a second spurt dribbled nastily down her chin while
she giggled....

   ???

   Grandpa Jack leaned back in his hammock, his hands behind his neck,
blissfully surveying his kingdom ...  his campground.  He smiled at
everything that moved, realizing he loved his life.  A pair of nude young
girls, two of the Cunningham clan, walked slowly by with his daughter,
Candy, and they all waved.  Grandpa Jack waved back, wondering if they
would come up the little slope and under the spreading branches of the tall
pecan trees to ...  but they walked on by.

   His eyes followed them, relishing the play of the muscles in their firm
buttocks as they strolled slowly by, the gentle bounce of his daughter's
big breasts and the slight jiggle to one of the girls' little boobs when
she jumped into the air for one reason or another.

   When the girls each cupped one of his daughter's butt-cheeks and their
fingers dived between her thighs, he gulped, thinking he should probably go
over and supervise things....

   But they disappeared into a tent over on the Cunningham's campsite
before Grandpa Jack could decide.  He settled back, sighing once, and
resumed his study of the campground.

   ???

   Danielle Pearson sauntered by Grandpa Jack's hammock with a towel over
her shoulder and flip-flops on her feet.  She stopped and turned to face
her favorite grandpa in the whole world.

   "You still like my pussy?" she called, pooching out her groin and
stroking her young slit from top to bottom.

   "I sure do!" Grandpa Jack replied, his cock snapping to attention.  "Why
don't you come over here and let me make it smile and purr for you?"

   She giggled.  "I gotta go take a shower," she answered turning to skip
happily down the road toward the restrooms.  "Love ya, Grandpa Jack," she
called over her shoulder.

   "Love you too," he said more quietly.  He was disappointed.  He really
wanted to do something to someone young-something really fun and naughty,
and thoroughly forbidden for him to even think of doing.

   ???

   Payton Campbell ambled up to Grandpa Jack where he lazed around in his
hammock.  Payton had her sister, Rachel, and also Bethany Rogers holding
hands with her.

   "Hi, Grandpa Jack," she said.  All three grinned broadly.  Grandpa Jack
surveyed the three naked young girls.

   "Hello, ladies," Grandpa Jack greeted the trio happily.  He smiled
happily at the nude, lovely youngsters.

   "Grandpa Jack, us girls were talking.  Would you tell us if you like
little little-girls like Bethany and Rach' or do you like bigger
little-girls like me more," she asked with a serious, interested look on
her face.

   Grandpa Jack was taken aback.  "Honey," he said solemnly, "I love big
'little girls' and little ...  er ...  little 'little girls' too.  How
could I not love all kinds a' little girls?"

   "Tol' ya," seven-year-old Rachel said to six-year-old Bethany.  "Grandpa
Jack likes all a' us," she said.

   "Thanks, Grandpa Jack," Payton said.  "Give Grandpa Jack a hug," she
insisted.  All three kissed and hugged the older man tightly, managing to
rub considerable portions of their immature bodies against him in the
process.

   "You know...  ," Grandpa Jack ventured, intending to invite the three
girls to stick around for some more hugging and kissing.  His cock had
lengthened and hardened with the touch of the girls' silky smooth skin
against his and was demanding some girlish attention.

   "PAYTON!  COME ON AN' LET'S PLAY SOME VOLLEYBALL!!" Bianca Cunningham
yelled.  The twelve-year-old was with a group of boys and girls heading
toward the newly installed courts up by the 'Y'.

   Payton and the two youngsters took off, hardly bothering to even wave
goodbye at Grandpa Jack.

   Grandpa Jack grumbled a little, but he was about to settle back down and
relax in the shade of the old pecan tree when twelve-year-old Diane Paxton
came riding by on her bicycle.

   Naked except for her helmet and a pair of sneakers, Diane was on the
front of her saddle, working her legs like mad and making zooming runs all
around.  She was panting, getting tired.

   Grandpa Jack grinned when the youngster coasted closer.  Diane was one
of the new girls.  He knew her name but hadn't had an opportunity to get to
know her better, and this looked like a great time to change that....

   "Hi, Grandpa Jack," the girl said breathlessly.

   "Hi, honey," Grandpa Jack replied.

   "Grandpa Jack, did you know that bicycle seats are just great for girls
to ride on?" Diane asked.  She got off the seat and looked down at it
approvingly.  Grandpa Jack could see the front of the bicycle saddle was
shinning and glistening in the bright sunlight with young Diane's
little-girl juices.

   He gaped for a moment, not sure what to say.  His first experience with
one of those racing bicycle seats like Diane had wasn't a pleasant one.  In
fact, he'd decided later the seats were instruments of torture-probably
designed by a man-hating lezzy.  The seat showed an immediate intention to
become part of his anatomy when he tried to ride that bike.  Grandpa Jack
hadn't rode a professional-grade bicycle since.  For a girl, though.... 
Grandpa Jack could see some possibilities.

   While he mused over the problem, Diane took off.  She was soon racing
down the road, laughing crazily.

   "WATCH OUT FOR POT HOLES!!" Grandpa Jack yelled, a little miffed Diane
hadn't stayed around for a little while longer.

   He shifted around in the hammock for a moment or two, trying to find the
most comfortable spot and then spied his blonde granddaughters, talking
animatedly to a small group of girls.  The twins were pointing and
gesturing in his direction, whispering in each others ear and chortling
over something.

   Payton Rogers and her two accomplices were there, among others, and they
were smiling like cats who'd just found the bird cage door unlatched.  When
young Diane coasted up, grinning broadly, and received high-fives all
around, Grandpa Jack smelled a rat.

   "ALL RIGHT, LISTEN UP!!" Grandpa Jack bellowed.

   "THE NEXT DURNED LITTLE HOTTIE WHO COMES OVER HERE JUST TO DO SOME COCK
TEASING IS GONNA WIND UP BOTTOMS-UP OVER MY LAP ...  AN' WHEN I'M DONE WITH
HER CUTE LITTLE BUTT, IT'S GONNA GLOW IN THE DARK LIKE RUDOLPH'S NOSE!!!"

   Clearly terrified, the girls squealed and screamed like banshees,
wringing their hands agitatedly.  Then Carrie and Alicia led them off on a
long run down the line of campsites on the other side of the camp road.

   Apparently scared stiff at the thought of being spanked by Grandpa Jack,
they disappeared in the distance, off behind some trees.  They reappeared,
working their way north, paralleling the fence that used to mark the
dividing line between public and private property.  They were still running
and whooping with every step, squealing and creating one heck of a
commotion.  They passed out of sight over the rise up by the Y in the
access road, probably en route to the other half of the campground.

   A little stunned by the impact of his threat, Grandpa Jack waited a
while for them to reappear, but they didn't.  He shrugged to himself. 
There was nothing down that way-just a bunch of unoccupied
campsites-nothing that posed any danger to the girls, and they were getting
some good exercise.  He thought running and jumping around like that would
probably do 'em some good.  Kids should do that kind of thing, he
decided-but not grandfathers.

   He laid back in the wide hammock and settled down to resume read the
book he'd discarded when that teasin' little minx, Danielle Pearson, first
sidled up to him.  It was warm, even in the deep shade under the tall pecan
tree, and he was soon drowsing.

   A wave of grinning, very nubile girls circled back around to Grandpa
Jack without him actually noticing-they'd stopped screaming so he wouldn't
hear.  When they did let out a simultaneous screech, Grandpa Jack was
startled.  He had no idea how they'd gotten so close, but they were on him
before he had a chance to react.  Their young, naked bodies smacked solidly
into him.  Hands tightened on the hammock canvas, pulling hard one
direction way and then another.  Before Grandpa Jack could gather his wits,
the hammock spun twice, and dumped Grandpa Jack out on the deep grass.

   He was fortunate he didn't lose his wind because the girls never gave
him a chance to recover.  Instead, they pulled, pushed and prodded him over
to the nearby air mattress, squealing and giggling hysterically.  In
moments, Grandpa Jack was at the bottom of a mass of sun-warmed, naked, and
energetically wriggling, writhing young girls.

   Pushed onto his back, Grandpa Jack quickly had someone impaled on his
cock and another girl squatting nastily over his mouth for his oral
attentions.  Someone had two fingers of his right hand separated from the
others and was stabbing them deeply into a furnace-like cunt; his left hand
was being used as a convenient implement for rubbing a hot pussy's outer
lips.

   When one girl got off, another took her place.  He knew when Alicia, or
maybe it was Carrie, took his cock deep in her cunt because none of the
other girls had been having sex with him long enough to know exactly where
all the parts fit, and how to take him inside their immature little cunts
in one swift plunge.  But sensing it was one of the twins was the closest
he ever got to identifying any of a number of girl-children of who used his
cock, mouth, and fingers to get off.

   It was over in twenty-twenty-five minutes, tops.

   "WE LOVE YOU, GRANDPA JACK!!" came the giggling cry from the crowd of
young girls as they disappeared, skipping happily down the road to the
shower stalls.

   It took Grandpa Jack a little longer.  He was older than they were, by
quite a bit.  Covered in little-girl cunt-honey, as well as streaks of his
own cum that had dribbled out of several of the girls when they departed,
Grandpa Jack was exhausted and disoriented.

   "Want some help gettin' up?" Brett asked solicitously.

   Grandpa Jack hadn't seen or heard his son-in-law walk up.  He warily
opened one eye.

   "No, but thank you very much," Grandpa Jack said politely.  "I fell
down," he explained wonderingly.

   "I saw!" Brett answered.  He was smiling broadly.

   Grandpa Jack had wearily closed his eyes again.  "I think I'll just stay
down here for a while," Grandpa Jack remarked.  He grabbed two handfuls of
thick grass.  "I can't fall off the grass, you know," he told Brett
seriously.

   "Ahhhhhhh ...  I've heard that," Brett quipped.  He was smiling.  "Well,
don't lay here too long, okay, Grandpa Jack?  If you do, you're going to
start smelling...."

   "Thank you," Grandpa Jack replied politely.  "I know I do need a
shower." He raised his head and tried to look all around.  He wasn't really
focusing yet, though.  "I'll go get cleaned up just as soon as the trees
quit spinning in circles all around the park, okay?"

   "Take your time, Grandpa Jack," Brett answered.  He strode off
chuckling. He'd come back to check on Grandpa Jack every once in a while.

   "Child abuse," Grandpa Jack muttered a little while later, when he'd
progressed to sitting up.  "That's what it was ...  child abuse ...  abuse
by a child, by God!"

   When he recovered enough to open more than one eye at a time, he found
his sandals and wearily began walking down to the showers.  Near the end of
his trek, his conditioning kicked in and he began to feel pretty good,
straightening up and treading more firmly.  He heard the sound of girlish
laughter as he neared the door to the showers ...  and he recovered even
more.

   The giggles behind the door changed to mock wails of terror-they'd seen
him coming for at least the last hundred yards-when he, figuratively
speaking, battered the door aside and strode in to claim his shower.

   Once inside, he decided he'd ask for a rematch with one or two of his
tormentors....

   ???

   Brenda Rogers, a blond, blue-eyed fifteen-year-old, and her next door
neighbor, and best friend, Sherri Paxton, strolled from the tent they were
sharing and made their way over to Grandpa Jack.  Sherri was the same age
as Brenda now-her birthday had been last week.  She was a dark-eyed
brunette three or four inches shorter than Brenda with bigger breasts, and
meatier thighs and calves.  Everything was in proportion, though.  Sherri
was just fleshier than her friend.

   "Wanta go play in the showers, Grandpa Jack?" Brenda asked, smiling.

   "Absolutely!" Grandpa Jack replied quickly.  He'd showered only a couple
of hours earlier, but the two young teenage girls were very attractive ...
very naked, and apparently very eager for some fun and games.

   The girls arranged themselves on either side of their favorite grandpa,
capturing his upper arms in their hands and holding him tight as they
strolled down the camp road.  His cock sprang to life as their young
breasts gently caressed his flesh and the two teenagers laughed happily.

   Marching three abreast doesn't lend itself to groping one's partners but
the girls did what they could, making grabs for his swinging, dancing
prick. Grandpa let his hands slide down the girls' backs to cup a firm
butt-cheek in each hand.  It was a happy group en route to the showers.

   Each girl picked up a new bar of bath soap from the stack of bars on the
shelf.  They added a towel apiece, and carried everything to the spacious
shower stall.  The air was cool; so two of the shower heads were turned on
to their full hot setting.  Grandpa Jack and a crew made up of most
everyone who used the campground had knocked out the ancient, insubstantial
walls between the individual shower rooms to make it one vast shower here
on the men's side.

   The new space ...  twenty-five feet by sixteen feet ...  of the shower
room was soon hazy with water vapor.  The feel of the room was changed from
a strictly utilitarian one to something more exotic, mysterious and warm.
The shower the girls intended to use for bathing was set to a more
comfortable temperature, of course.

   In seconds, the shower room was a steamy, wet sauna.  The walls
retreated into the mist and even the overhead lights were muted.  The
bodies of the three were quickly drenched and their bodies slickened.

   "You like?" Brenda asked in a sultry voice.  The front of her luscious
body was plastered tightly him.  She had her left leg raised and her calf
was caressing the back of Grandpa Jack's thigh.  She was gently hunching
her groin into Grandpa Jack's body, balancing on her other leg.

   "God, yes!" Grandpa Jack replied passionately.  His right hand stroked
Brenda's back and buttocks and, in moments, the fifteen-year-old was cooing
meaningless words into Grandpa Jack's ear and rubbing her breasts against
his chest.  Her girlfriend, Sherri, was doing the same thing on his other
side.  Grandpa Jack had two armfuls of hot, willing young womanhood.

   Sherri slipped around until she was directly in front of him, and Brenda
slid around to his back.  Sherri wrapped her bare arms around his neck and
hauled his head down for a series of deep, heated kisses.  She slid lower,
wrapping her lips around each of Grandpa Jack's nipples and planting kisses
down his body.

   In back, Brenda was unhurriedly nipping at the flesh on his shoulders
and butterfly kissing her way down his spine.  Her hands explored between
his legs and cupped his ball sack.  Brenda sank to her haunches and bit
lightly at his buttocks.  She squeezed the egg-sized balls in their warm
pouch, moving them around and stroking the soft skin.  Contorting her body
and crouching low, Brenda aimed her face up and she crept closer to the
cleft in Grandpa Jack's ass and dove under.

   Surprised when Brenda's lips touched his testes, Grandpa Jack groaned
out loud when her warm mouth engulfed one of them, slavering it all around
with her tongue, and then rewarding his other one with the same treatment.

   Sherri was on her knees between Grandpa Jack's wide-spread legs, her
hands braced on his thighs just above his kneecaps.  She sucked his penis
between her pretty lips, pretending it was a game to capture the bouncing
cock using only her mouth.  When she had the mushroom-shaped glans firmly
in her wet mouth, she began bobbing her head slowly up and down.

   "Oh my God," Grandpa Jack moaned when the tip of his penis touched the
back of Sherri's throat.  When she pushed her head down even more, the head
slipped down a little way down her throat.  She paused there, doing some
swallowing moves and making sure she could still breath, but then she
pressed forward again.  He slid inexorably downward, a fraction of an inch
at a time, until Sherri's nose was planted in Grandpa Jack's groin.  Her
tongue moved around the underside of his cock for a long moment before
Sherri began lifting up.

   "Like that?" she asked brightly, looking up into Grandpa Jack's eyes.

   "Honey, I love it," he answered fervently.

   Sherri giggled, took a deep breath, and sucked him back into her mouth
without once using her hands.  When her nose touched his lower abdomen this
time, Grandpa Jack sucked his underbelly ...  and Sherri sank his cock down
her throat another half an inch.  Grandpa Jack almost whimpered with the
powerful sensations coming from his cock and scrotum.

   "I want you to fuck me from behind," Sherri murmured a little later,
when her mouth wasn't full of cock.

   She rose on her tiptoes again and was kissing Grandpa Jack hotly.

   "Yes," Grandpa Jack said hoarsely.  He was putty in the girls' hands. 
He'd do anything they wanted.

   Sherri turned away with a smile and a final kiss.  Slipping back into
her flip-flops, she planted her hands on the shower stall wall, leaned
forward, and hiked up her ass as high as she could get it.

   Grandpa Jack moved in close behind her, caressing the firm flesh over
her hips and buttocks.  His hard-on jutted out in front of him and poked
between her ass-cheeks demandingly.

   Brenda slipped a hand between his and Sherri's bodies and wrapped her
fingers around his shaft.  "Let me put it in my girlfriend," she murmured
in Grandpa Jack's ear.  She worked the head of Grandpa Jack's dick around
Sherri's satin-smooth butt-cheeks for a time, then guided Grandpa Jack
between Sherri's firm globes.  It took only a moment and a tiny adjustment
in their stances before Grandpa Jack's cock began to sink between Sherri's
outer labia.

   Sherri groaned and hitched her butt up a trifle higher and rose on her
tiptoes.  "Grandpa ...  Grandpa," she whimpered.

   He pushed inward a bit, feeling the wet heat of her pussy engulfing him.
Ramming himself forward and deeper, he began a steady rhythm, ramming deep
and withdrawing from the young girl's cunt.

   Brenda had lathered up her breasts and torso and every square millimeter
of her soapy front was in intimate contact with Grandpa Jack's back side.
Her nipples raked across his back, making him shiver blissfully while she
cupped a butt-cheek in each hand.

   Bending her knees and thrusting her groin as strongly against Grandpa
Jack as he was thrusting into Sherri, Brenda added to the power of his
thrusts, deepening each powerful plunge of his cock into the
fifteen-year-old's vagina.  The three of them moved in a wild, pagan
rhythm. Together, they were greater than the sum of their individual
efforts.

   But it couldn't last long.  The intensity was too high, the expenditure
of energy too much, their need too great.

   Grandpa Jack's orgasm caught him by surprise.  Usually he could feel the
lava rising higher from his balls by way of his prostate and usually he
could do something to slow it down, prolonging the fucking and extending
his, and his partner's, ecstasy.  But this time, it welled up too fast. 
Before he knew it was coming, his cum was splashing against Sherri's
velvety-smooth cunt walls.

   The hot spurting gobs inside her ignited Sherri's own climax.  She
wailed her way through it, almost screaming with the force of the
pain/rapture she was feeling.  She shuddered, bumping her head against the
shower wall, her fingers grappling for handholds that weren't there.  Her
knees trembled.

   If Grandpa Jack hadn't been holding her up with his hands clamped
securely on her hips, she'd have fallen on the wet floor.  As it was, they
leaned against each other, lending each other what strength they could. 
The three of them staggered to the disrobing bench just outside the shower,
collapsing to the wooden seat in a mutually-supporting mound.

   "Oh my God," Brenda moaned.  "I think I had a little cum without anyone
even touching my pussy," she breathed.

   The other two laughed companionably with her.  They all three slumped on
the wooden slats, dripping water and sweat onto the tiled floor.  They
raided the cooler for some bottled water and returned to the bench.  Their
breathing settled, their pulses lowered.  They began to share little
touches, kisses, and caresses.

   Grandpa Jack sensed the evening wasn't over.  Neither of the young
teenagers was pulling away; they made no move to clean up and press on to
their next conquest.

   It was Brenda who initiated the next round.  She stood and leaned
forward in front of Grandpa Jack, spreading his legs and squatted down. 
Taking his cock into her mouth, she teased the little eye-slit and
slathered her tongue into the V-shaped underside.

   Grandpa Jack reacted immediately.  In no time at all, his organ was
thickening and lengthening in Brenda's mouth.  She kissed the tip and rose
to her feet without unwrapping her fingers from around his shaft.

   "You're ready right now...," she purred, thoroughly pleased with her
efforts.  She pulled lightly at Grandpa Jack to stand him up, Sherri
grabbed handfuls of his buttocks, and the three of them walked, perhaps a
little awkwardly, back into the shower room.  Brenda grabbed another towel
on her way.

   There was less foreplay this time.  They didn't need it.  Settling her
body under the shower head, Brenda leaned her head back and let the warm
water splash down between her big breasts and down her naked body.

   She tossed one end of the towel over the shower head, taking one end in
each hand.  Her arms were stretched over her head.  She rose on her
tiptoes, adjusted her hands on ends of the towel and hung there. 
Thoroughly drenched and apparently helpless the naked young woman grinned
at Grandpa Jack.

   "Go ahead and take me you animal," she growled, pretending to struggle
to get free.  Her body twisted from one side to the other.  "You can fuck
me," she declared, "but you'll never make me hate it!!"

   ...Which didn't make sense, but Grandpa Jack didn't care.  If young
Brenda wanted to be taken, Grandpa Jack would be glad to accommodate her
pseudo-rape fantasy.  Grandpa Jack took his cock in hand and guided it
between her already honey-coated outer lips.

   He wasn't gentle.  She didn't want that tonight, and didn't need it. 
With one long thrust, Grandpa Jack was seated securely inside the
fifteen-year-old, the furnace of her slickery cunt squeezed his cock
tightly.  They moaned in unison, then chuckled at each other.

   Behind him, Sherri was down on her haunches, nipping at his butt with
her teeth and searching for his balls between his legs.  She rose, rubbing
her body against a straining Grandpa Jack and caressing his buttocks ... 
squeezing, kneading, manipulating his muscular ass-cheeks as they tensed
and relaxed with his thrusts into Brenda's velvet-smooth cunt.

   Sherri's right hand slid between the cleft in Grandpa Jack's ass,
probing and penetrating his ass-hole slowly and carefully.  She made
soothing noises, slowing her finger still more, and letting Grandpa Jack's
sphincter adjust.

   Grandpa Jack rammed his cock deep inside Brenda, mashing their groins
together again and again.  Brenda threw her groin at Grandpa Jack's,
humping up to meet each plunge with a counterthrust of her own.  Grinding
their bodies against each other, they fought for a cum, not even trying to
help the other.

   Sherri's expert finger found his prostate and began a smooth massage. 
Grandpa Jack couldn't take that for long.  His body bucked, slamming his
cock deeper into Brenda's young body again and again ...  until they mashed
their bodies together and held there, struggling ...  and cumming hard over
and over.  Had Brenda's hands not been locked around the fabric of the
towel, she would have collapsed in a heap.

   They tottered back to the dressing benches in the outer room and
collapsed there.  Drinking some bottled water, they rested.

   "Dang, that was good!" Sherri said enthusiastically after a while.  She
was drying her prostate-probing hand off after having washed it.  "Wanta do
some more, Grandpa Jack?  Uhhhh, for instance ...  I haven't had my ass
fucked for...."

   "Since the last time?" Brenda offered, a little cynically.

   ???

   Nine-year-old Grace Cunningham was a little stocky, a little shorter
than her 'brothers' and 'sisters', but not too much.  Her body was sturdy,
her thighs and calves more fleshy than some of the sprites in the families
at the campground ...  she was rather like Shirley Temple without the
little overbite.

   It had been a while since young Grace had gone through a growth streak
and her parents wondered if her body was preparing for one, but chances
were young Grace wasn't ever going to be a skinny New York model.  That was
okay.  She didn't want to be.

   Her shoulder-length blond hair framed rounded features, bold green eyes,
and a sprinkling of freckles across a snub nose.  Best of all, Grace was a
happy child and always smiling.

   And Grace was never happier than when she had a cock between her lips.
She loved cocks ...  long, slender ones, short ones, thick ones,
circumcised or not-it made no difference to her.  If she had one in her
mouth, she was supremely happy.  And she was even happier when the cock
between her lips spurted a load of semen in her mouth.

   - -

   "Hi, Grandpa Jack," Grace said, beaming up at him.  For once, the little
girl was riding a cock instead of sucking it.

   "Hi, Grace," Grandpa Jack replied, pausing beside the pair of young
fuckers.  "Hi, Todd," he added, greeting the young boy Grace was riding
hard.

   "Hi, Grandpa Jack," Todd panted.  The nine-year-old girl was making him
work hard.

   "Hmmmm," Grandpa Jack said, watching and gauging the two lovers'
progress.  "Hey, Todd," he said, "you're gonna cum a long time before Grace
if you don't watch it," he advised.  "Spread your legs a little bit and
stretch them out a little-relaxes you some and loosens up your insides,
know what I mean?"

   "Okay...," eleven-year-old Todd panted.  He slowed his rapid humping up
into the young girl and found a slower rhythm that would ensure the two of
them reached a mutual, and more than satisfactory little cum.  Actually,
just the distraction of replying to Grandpa Jack helped-and it was better
than doing multiplication tables.

   "Oooo," cooed young Grace.  "That's better." She eyed Grandpa Jack.  His
penis had begun reacting to the sight of the two happy little fuckers as he
strode up.  She thought for a long moment.

   "I know what we can do!" the little girl chortled.  She stopped working
with Todd, rising on her knees, and getting to her feet.  It made Todd's
prick slide out of her sopping pussy.

   Grandpa Jack was the recipient of a hard, disappointed look from young
Todd ...  but it didn't last long.

   Grace turned around and squatted back down, facing away from Todd's face
now.  Reaching under herself, she guided Todd's penis back inside her
scorching cunt and settled down on the young man again.  In a second, the
pair re-acquired their rhythm of thrust and counterthrust.

   "Come over here Grandpa Jack," Grace coaxed, grinning.  She reached up
to wrap her right hand around his cock.  When he stepped closer, Grace
happily sucked the head of Grandpa Jack's cock into her mouth and began
slurping on it delightedly.

   When Grandpa Jack came, Grace's eyes bulged a little in surprise and a
happy grin threatened to break the seal between her pink lips and Grandpa
Jack's hard dick, but she managed.

   "Thanks honey," Grandpa Jack said.  The girl really did give the most
fantastic blowjobs in the whole encampment.

   She grinned.  She turned her attention to the next cumming cock.  She
reached down and clasped young Todd's cock around the base.  "Now you
promised," she reminded Todd.  "You gotta hold it 'til I get you in my
mouth, right?"

   Todd nodded, his face scrunched up into a rictus of near pain. 
"Now...!" he grunted.

   Grace rose and whipped her body around and knelt between the naked boy's
legs.  Taking his prick in her mouth with one long swallow, she sucked
strongly, then backed him out of her mouth a little.  When Todd began
cumming, she opened her mouth wide and aimed his young prick at her tongue.
Grace loved the taste of cum and if it went down her throat before she
could get the full flavor, she was quite unhappy.  In her view, it was a
wasted cum.

   When Todd's pearly white, sperm-less cum began splashing over her teeth
and gums, Grace came too, and her mouth lifted off Todd's young prick. 
Instead of salvoing his cum onto Grace's tongue, as she wanted, most of his
thin stream splashed around her lips and face.

   "Todd!" she complained, "I wanted to taste that jizz and then swallow it
into my tummy...." Her irritation showed on her pretty features.  She
stood, squeegeeing Todd's cum off her cheeks and nose with both
forefingers, then sucked what she could off them, still muttering to
herself.  She wiped off her face with the face cloth she'd stored on the
lawn chair and sucked down a big gulp of soda to rinse out her mouth.

   She looked around.  A group of boys and girls were watching and grinning
big wide grins at the little girl.

   "HEY!" Grace shouted.  "ANYONE ELSE NEED SOME CUM SUCKED OUT OF THEIR
COCKS??"

   After a heartbeat's worth of reflection, two more boys, and Brett
Winston, started moving her way.  Grace smiled broadly and dropped back to
her knees.

   CHAPTER TEN

   Grandpa Jack put his hands behind his head and prepared to enjoy the
rest of the day.  He was blissfully naked and so was everyone else in
sight.

   This morning, though, he'd been in town, all dressed up and in a hot,
stuffy room with a bunch of lawyers.  Some were his, some from the
government, and some appeared to have just wandered in off the street.

   But now he was home, back at the campground, and it was all his-the
whole shootin' match ...  his property!  The place was isolated-sited well
away from people who would criticize Grandpa Jack's and his friends for
their newfound way of life.  It was beginning to feel more like a home than
the four acres with the big house ever had.

   He was going to have to do something about the big tent he used for
camping though.  The focus for camping here had changed from getting a
controlled dose of the outdoors to round-robin encounters like-minded
people for fucking and sucking.

   But he didn't have to worry about that right now.  All in all, Grandpa
Jack was highly satisfied with today's work.  He looked around at the big
crowd.  Everyone had stayed on through from the weekend.  Those who had to
made excuses to their bosses and those who ran small-business let the
managers who worked for them know they'd be a few days late coming back
from vacation.

   Sandy said her crew down at her shops was getting used to her absences
...  and they did just fine down there without her too.  Grandpa Jack's
dick got hard just thinking of all the ladies being made smooth as silk
everywhere below the neck.

   He cocked his head to the side, listening.

   A second later, he was sure of it.  Someone was coming into the
campground-that was the rumble of wheels over the old wooden bridge! 
Grandpa Jack wasn't expecting anyone; this place wasn't open to the public
anymore.  It was private property, and strangers weren't invited.  Hell,
the front gate was locked tight.  He and Old Jim had locked it together
before Old Jim and his wife took off for the last time for the big city. 
There was no one....

   It didn't matter how they'd come in.  What mattered was, someone was
coming.

   Cursing, Grandpa Jack fumbled for the air horn he'd put beside his
hammock out of habit when he came back from town.  Three long blasts sent
everyone in the campground scurrying.  Everyone knew it meant strangers
were coming-and strangers meant everyone had to get some clothes on ASAP!!

   Four little girls, naked as the day they were born ran past him and into
as many different tents, followed by two naked young boys.  They'd been
caught down at the showers and were racing home, still soaking wet.

   Grandpa Jack hated all the unorganized commotion and panic.  This was
supposed to be a day of more-or-less quiet celebration....

   - -

   A caravan of pickups hauling RV trailers, a few self-propelled RVs, and
a multitude of cars with tiny popup campers rolling behind came over the
hill and moved slowly down the slope into the campground.  Grandpa Jack had
never seen so many people in the campground before OR after he'd purchased
it.

   The convoy of prospective campers halted at the 'Y' at the restrooms,
small figures, clearly children, burst from the doors of every vehicle and
raced to be the first inside.  Grandpa Jack cursed again.  God only knew
what they'd think of the shelves of douches and prophylactics down there,
in addition to the huge supply of towels, soap, and other hygiene supplies.
When the kids re-embarked into their respective cars, not without some
confusion, the convoy came on, some turning right at the 'Y' and some
coming left.  Ten minutes later, a crowd began to gather down at the 'Y' .

   Grandpa Jack, assured his people were all dressed and reasonably calmed,
was working up a fierce temper.  He stalked down toward the interlopers,
determined to throw the whole crew of them out of the park, and give them a
piece of his mind about sneaking inside past a locked gate and a 'closed'
sign and what all.  Trespassers were not going to be tolerated.

   "Who ya think they are," Carrie asked.  She was a pace behind to Grandpa
Jack's left.

   "Yeah, who?" Alicia echoed from his right.

   "Don't know-don't care!" Grandpa Jack muttered darkly.  "They're on
private property and they gotta go."

   "Right!" Alicia agreed.  "And quick, too.  I'm horny," she complained,
pulling at a too-confining T-shirt.

   "Hmmmm," Carrie said, watching the mass of people now only a hundred
yards away.  She had Grandpa Jack's binoculars to her eyes, studying the
people who'd dismounted from the vehicles.  "I think the problem might not
be as serious as you think," she said to Grandpa Jack.

   She waited a few seconds.  "You see, Grandpa Jack?" Carrie asked.

   It was bright, the sun was beginning to settle into the west and
lighting the campground with a diffuse illumination.  Vision was indistinct
and Grandpa Jack couldn't see what Carrie was referring to.  And then he
could.

   "Ohhhh!" he said, shading his eyes with his right hand.  He was more
than a little surprised.  Every one of the people over there by the
restroom was stark, staring naked ...  men, women, and children.  That was
an improvement ...  though not much.  He still didn't like his campground
being invaded like this, even by nudists.

   Alicia laughed abruptly, with Carrie a moment behind.  "Grandpa Jack,"
Alicia said, "WE BEEN PLAYED!" Their young eyes had already seen things
Grandpa Jack hadn't yet observed.

   "Well, I'll be damned!" Grandpa Jack exclaimed when he saw the man
Carrie was pointing out.

   Striding towards them was 'Old Jim' Velasquez, the former caretaker of
the campground when it'd been owned by the Corps of Engineers.  And so was
his wife, walking beside him, and so was....

   "Well, I'll be a-"

   "Grandpa!" Carrie said emphatically.  "Where'd you get that potty
mouth?" she demanded.

   Grandpa Jack wasn't distracted.  Walking toward him was Consuela
Whitman, the woman he still thought of as the very incarnation of the Earth
Goddess, who he, and the twins, had last seen several weeks ago.  His mouth
began to water.  Sex with Consuela was earthy, pagan, unrefined ...  and
incredibly satisfying.

   "Hello, Jack," 'Old Jim' said by way of a greeting to the astounded
Grandpa Jack.

   "I think you know my granddaughter...." He drew Consuela tight against
his bare body.  Her big breasts swayed ponderously against her father's
chest.

   "Your granddaughter?!" Grandpa Jack shot back.  He blinked.

   "Told ya we been played," Alicia said smugly.

   Grandpa Jack glanced at her.  He already knew that!

   He, the twins and Natasha Pearson had enjoyed a night of hot family sex
with Consuela and her brood that one night-and then the strange family had
completely disappeared.  Grandpa Jack had been worried for a while. 
Consuela knew Grandpa Jack was having incestuous sex with his
granddaughters and that had been a danger, but nothing had come of it.

   "You old fart!" Grandpa Jack said at length.  "Put one over on us, did
ya?"

   Old Jim grinned.  "We had to be sure, ya know?" he asked.  "Consuela was
visitin' ...  she got left by herself in the house this one time ...  and
she watched a big SUV full a' naked kids and one lucky guy drivin' in the
gate.  Nadine an' I'd gone to town and we weren't entirely sure we believed
her but my little Connie volunteered to find out if y'all really were into
family playin' and ...  the rest is history," he said.

   "Volunteered, eh?" Grandpa Jack said dubiously.

   He looked at Connie.  "Sure hope it didn't discommode ya too much ... 
volunteering like that and all," he said facetiously.  Maybe there was
still a little steel under the banter.  He really didn't like being set up.

   For a reply, the big-breasted woman stepped up to Grandpa Jack, planted
her sandaled feet between his and wrapped her arms around his neck.  When
they broke the kiss, Grandpa Jack was convinced, and thoroughly distracted.

   The cheers and catcalls from all around made him blush, but Consuela
only smiled a secret little smile.

   "Apparently not discommoded at all, nope," Old Jim said dryly.  He was
grinning broadly.  "You remember Nadine?" he said, ushering his wife a step
closer to Grandpa Jack.

   "I do," Grandpa Jack said, recovering and smiling.  He eyed the naked
woman approvingly from her silver hair to her hot pink painted toenails. 
He glanced at Consuela and then back at Old Jim.  There was a distinct
family resemblance.  "Okay, score one for the Velasquez's," he admitted.

   Alicia and Carrie weren't standing on ceremony.  Their bikini bottoms
and T-shirts were wadded up in their hands and they were striding forward
to renew their acquaintance with Consuela's family ...  and make new
friends among the throng of naked people.

   Consuela's fingers were deftly unbuttoning Grandpa Jack's shirt.  His
shorts were removed shortly after his shirt, by Nadine Velasquez and a
toddler Grandpa Jack didn't know.

   "You've never been undressed by four generations of women, have you?"
Consuela murmured softly.

   "Four?" Grandpa Jack asked.

   Consuela was suddenly holding hands with a slightly older woman who had
Consuela's mammoth breasts ...  or were they Nadine's mammoth breasts ...
whoever!!

   Grandpa Jack glanced down at the tyke who was pulling his shorts from
around his ankles and handed them to him.  "Ohhhhh, my," he said hoarsely.

   "Grandmother couldn't come with us that time we met you ...  and my
little one was just too tired to stay awake and meet you when you came to
our party," Consuela explained gently.  "She's four-years-old and she's
been dying to meet you," she added.

   "Hello, honey," Grandpa Jack said promptly, squatting to get down to the
cute toddler's level.  "What's your name?"

   "Faith," she said shortly.  The little tyke was interested in
communication ...  but not necessarily talking.  Releasing her mother's
hand, she walked into Grandpa Jack's arms and planted a very adult kiss on
his lips.  She stepped back to look him over.  "Can I touch you cock?" she
asked innocently.

   Grandpa Jack blinked.  "Ahhhh ...  sure," he said.

   The little girl didn't wait for him to rise.  Sitting her butt down in
the dusty road right in front of him, she pulled at his shaft, sliding the
foreskin back and forth gently and then touched her tongue to the tip of
his cock, grinning mischievously right into his eyes.

   "Oh my God!" Grandpa Jack breathed.  After a moment, the toddler
released him and he rose unsteadily from a hunch he hadn't realized his
body had fallen into.  Grandpa Jack looked at the girl's mother.  "Four
generations, huh?" he muttered.  "If four generations can take a man's
clothes off ...  can they fuck him too," he asked hopefully.

   "I think that can be arranged," Consuela said matter-of-factly, smiling
broadly.  A woman stepped up alongside her.  "And this is my little sister,
Dr.  Rebecca Velasquez-Thompson," Consuela said, arm in arm with the sister
she'd just introduced.  Grandpa Jack sucked in his breath again.  Doctor or
not, this latest member of the Velasquez clan was a slightly younger image
of Consuela, big breasts and all.

   "HAH!" a loud, feminine voice intruded.  "I know you!"

   It was Sandy Pearson, coming up beside Grandpa Jack.  She was grinning
broadly at Consuela and Rebecca both.  The women smiled happily at Sandy
and stepped forward to embrace her.

   "You know these two lovely women?" Sandy asked Grandpa Jack.

   "Just me," Consuela remarked.  We met one night right up there," she
said with a mischievous grin, "and I believe I met your daughter, Natasha,
then also," she added.

   Sandy's face blanked.  She looked at the naked Velasquez sisters, she'd
seen the little toddler sexually engage with Grandpa Jack, so the encounter
obviously had been sexual ...  and it finally hit her.

   "Oh my God," she laughed.  "I thought Grandpa Jack and the girls just
made up that story when they got pissed 'cause they had to go get the
pizza!"

   "Pizza?" Consuela asked, confusion written across her features.

   "Oh, never mind," Sandy replied.  "We'll talk about that later."

   " 'Kay," Consuela replied, and her sculpted shoulders shrugged just the
tiniest bit, which made her melon-sized breasts dance and sway most
enticingly.

   "Doctor, huh?" Sandy asked Rebecca, interestedly.  "Do you see
children?" she asked flatly.

   Rebecca smiled.  "I'm a family practitioner, and I see a lot of children
...  particularly from my own family," she answered, grinning broadly. 
She'd clearly divined the reason for Sandy's interest, she added, "and yes,
I can prescribe any kind of "birth control" you would like for your
daughters ...  or the new ones for boys, for that matter."

   Sandy smiled happily.  "Fantastic!" she said.  "You have no idea ... 
well, actually you would, wouldn't you?"

   Rebecca nodded.  She looked around at all the naked Velasquez tribe and
at the growing family group behind Grandpa Jack.  "How have you been taking
care of hymens and stuff like that," she asked interestedly.

   Sandy guffawed.  "Mostly the old fashioned way!" she declared.  "Ahhhhh
...  but a little snip here and there, done by a ...  hmmmm, how would you
put it? ...  a 'friendly' doctor might be a better way to go, eh?"

   Consuela nodded again.  "My husband and I...."

   Sandy beamed.  "Does everyone know about my little shops?" she asked.

   Rebecca and Consuela nodded in unison.

   "Your business is going to pick up ...  a lot!" Rebecca replied.  She
looked around slyly.  "We're soooo tired of razors and shaving cream and
stuff...." She smiled as several heads nodded in agreement.

   "HEY FOLKS ...  LISTEN UP!" Old Jim yelled to no one in particular. 
"Now that the introductions are done, time to set up camp," he announced.
He looked around at the assembly.  The lines of demarcation were already
blurring as naked Velasquez's introduced themselves to the families with
Grandpa Jack, who were rapidly disrobing themselves.  If something weren't
done quickly, some necessary tasks weren't going to get done.

   "Get the work out of the way, then play," he said loudly, so a few
groups of youngsters ambling away would hear.

   He looked Grandpa Jack dead in the eye.  "The more folks helpin' out
settin' up camp, the faster it'll get done, right?"

   The idea caught on quickly.  "What do you need help doing?" Alicia asked
Old Jim.

   "Talk to Raymond, there," Old Jim said.  "He'll show you," Old Jim said,
beaming at the two nymphettes.  The girls pranced over to Consuela's
husband and renewed their acquaintanceship with a few gropes and fervent
kisses.

   Nadine, who Grandpa Jack noticed, again, sure didn't look old enough to
be married to 'Old' Jim, came to him for a long kiss.  "You know when
you're talking about a four-generation fuck-and-suck, you start with the
most senior one in the group first ...  and then the second, right?" she
whispered in his ear, wrapping her fingers around Grandpa Jack's turgid
member and jacking it back and forth slowly.  Her nipples hardened even
more as they raked across Grandpa Jack's chest.

   "Oh, heck yes," Grandpa Jack breathed.  "Absolutely!"

   "I'll hold you to that," Nadine said softly, smiling.  "I like sloppy
seconds!"

   Grandpa Jack watched her naked backside as she turned and walked away.
He was happy and content, and very, very aroused.  The womenfolk in the
Velasquez family all seemed to go right for what they wanted, sure 'nough.

   Grandpa Jack felt a beatific smile come over his features.  When Old Jim
came back, the two of them retired under the spreading branches of a
mammoth pecan tree to supervise and dandle nude girls of the toddler
persuasion on their knees for the rest of the time the younger folks were
making camp.

   THE END

   The Grandpa Jack And The Twins series:

   Grandpa Jack And The Twins Hook Up Grandpa Jack And The Twins Go Camping
Grandpa Jack And The Twins ...  And Mommies And Daddies Grandpa Jack And
The Twins Take A Road Trip Grandpa Jack And The Twins ...  On Honeymoon
(Forthcoming) Grandpa Jack And The Twins; It's A Wonderful Day In The
Neighborhood (Projected)