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 8 Simple Rules: Having Fun With The Family (Mmff, inc) by Neenah

   Paul Hennessy felt the massive schlong harden against his pants, the
lump pushing the slacks upwards.  Beside him his fourteen-year-old son,
Rory, was having a similar reaction, his huge prick noticeably up and
making his denims rise like a small hill.  It wasn't a surprise, his
eighteen-year-old eldest daughter Bridget had just come down the stairs and
she was wearing the skimpiest two-piece bikini imaginable.  It was so small
that her bosoms were almost overflowing, the top of the pinky-brown rings
of the areola visible above the material and the stubs of the nipples
themselves sticking out against the top.  The thong just about covered her
slit, but left it clear that Bridget was a brazilian fan, hair wise and the
back of the thong slid between her cheeks, keeping the butts themselves
bare.

   Paul had barely had time to look at his eldest daughter before his
second one, sixteen year old Kerry, sometimes nicknamed Care Bear by her
doting Dad, came down the stairs.  Surprisingly she was wearing a bikini
equally as revealing as her older sister, she gave a small blush as she
realised how little she was wearing, her skin momentarily almost the same
shade as her curls.  Like her sister her boobs were popping out, the top
halves showing above the bikini and her pussy was hairless, though a slight
red rash suggested that she had only been shaved a few moments ago.

   The blonde teen grabbed her sister and almost yanked her so that she was
standing in front of their Dad and brother.  She struck a pose, so sexy
that Paul's prick threatened to break though his zip, "What do you think of
our new bikinis?  We bought them for the vacation."

   The bulge in his pants showed exactly what Paul thought, but he couldn't
say that.  It was the family's first vacation since his wife Cate had
suddenly passed away near a year ago.  At first Paul had thought he'd never
recover, but time had passed and the tragedy had brought him closer to his
girls and the boy, much more relaxed about things than before his widowhood
had told him that you never knew what tomorrow might bring.  Over the last
few months he'd even began to think about women sexually again, something
in his mourning chastity he'd never have thought possible.  And his two
beautiful daughters were amongst those he found himself thinking about. 
But he couldn't say that he thought the bikini's were wonderful and the
girls within were becoming, in his mind, increasingly fuckable, instead he
said, "I like them.  They're very" he struggled for the right word and
finally came up with, "good for the beach."

   "We're going to go to the beach," said Bridget.

   "Right," said Paul.  He stood up and turned to Rory, "Shall we put on
our shorts and join them?" Rory nodded and Paul turned back to his
daughters, "We'll join you in a few minutes."

   * * *

   "I told you they'd like them," said Bridget as she and Kerry laid out
their towels.  It had been her who had picked out the bikinis as they did
their shopping for the vacation and talked her shyer sister into not only
wearing it, but making sure she wore it in the most seductive way possible,
which meant half way off her boobs and with her slot shaved.  The two teen
sisters were getting lots of admiring looks from men on the beach, but both
Bridget and Kerry knew that they were referring, not to a random beach-boy,
but to their Dad and brother.

   Kerry nodded in agreement as she got down on her towel and pulled some
suntan oil out of her beach-bag, "But I told you they were big." It was
hard to dispute as both Hennessy girls had seen the unmistakable rises in
the male Hennessy's pants.  But Kerry had an advantage in that she had
accidentally walked in as Rory had got out of the shower.  She had quickly
backed out of the shower room, but not before she'd got a good look at her
brother's ten incher.  She had, that night as they got ready for bed,
mentioned the size of her brother - that had led to a night of whispered
conversation between the two teens about whether it was like father, like
son and then how much both girls fantasised about a huge schlong, not the
six inchers they had in drunken fumblings so far.  That in turn led to them
confiding in each other, as sisters are wont to do, that sometimes their
nightly masturbation sessions were over fantasises about the big dicks
filling their holes belonged to their Dad and brother.  Both then took
turns to masturbate and describe their depraved fantasises with the
Hennessy men, something they'd being doing ever since.  It had been
Bridget's suggestion to buy the bikinis and see where it led.

   At the moment it seemed to be leading to Paul and Rory coming towards
them in bermuda shorts.  Paul's chest was tubby and his hair too seventies,
Rory was gangly and his hair too eighties - neither could have been called
stylish or manly.  Except that both girls eyes weren't at the less than
six-pack stomachs, but at the slight, but discernible movement under their
shorts, like there were two pythons hiding under the covers ready to uncoil
and strike out.  From the lumps they had seen earlier both Kerry and
Bridget understood why their Dad and brother were wearing loose shorts and
not tight fitting trunks.  "Hi," said Paul, "I said we'd join you."

   Bridget rolled onto her front, "Could you put some lotion on me Daddy?"
she said in her most appealing voice.

   Kerry quickly followed her older sister's lead, trying not to sound too
excited as her Dad's hands moved up and down her back.  After a few moments
he stopped, much to Kerry's disappointment.

   A young man came past and gave out a flyer, "Barbie on the beach,
tonight," he said and was gone.

   "Can we go?" asked Bridget "All of us."

   "They'll be beer," said Paul.  Then he nodded, "but why not.  It'll be
fun."

   * * *

   It had been a fun night and they'd all had a few beers, even the
under-aged Rory and Kerry had sneaked a couple.  And the food had been
good, if overcooked; the music, if not to Paul's taste, had been popular
with his children, the moon and murmur of the surf had added to the
atmosphere.  And Kerry and Bridget looked ravishing.  The bikini bottoms
had gone, to be replaced by hotpants, but so tight and tiny were the shorts
and so obvious from the camel-toes that neither Hennessy girl was wearing
anything underneath, the change was mainly cosmetic.  And whilst the bikini
tops had also been changed, their replacement bikini tops were scarcely
more conservative and both Kerry and Bridget had almost popped out a few
times as they'd danced.  A few young men had shown an interest, leaving
Paul jealous and longing to intervene.  But he didn't need to as both the
teens had quickly made it clear to their admirers they weren't interested.

   And now the four of them were walking back to their villa along the
deserted beach, Paul walking beside Kerry, Bridget and Rory a few paces
behind them.

   Kerry gave a small shiver, even though the evening wasn't cold it wasn't
surprising given how little the redhead was wearing.  Paul pulled off his
cardigan and put it round Kerry's shoulders, it was something he had used
to do when he was dating hot girls in high school and college and the
memories of the hot sessions which had followed made his cock tense beneath
his pants.  Without even realising it he found he had slid his arm round
his daughter's waist, his fingers resting on her naked flesh.

   It was what Kerry had been waiting for, her and Bridget's plan was
coming to fruition and now it just needed to be closed.  She slid round so
that she was standing in front of him, twisting in a way that his hand had
continued round her body, caressing her flesh as it moved from one waist to
another.  Paul stopped walking as she stood in front of him; her hands
moved up to round the back of his neck, pulling him towards her.  She
smiled, her most trampy, sexy smile, "Daddy..." she purred, "I want you to
kiss me Daddy..."

   "Care Bear," said Paul, his cock was pushing so hard into his pants that
it hurt.  He wanted her so much.  He looked at her adorable face, her red
curls framing it and then down at her tits threatening to pop put.  He
nodded, "Yes, if you want." He moved down his mouth open and met his
daughter.

   Behind him Bridget and Rory had stopped, looking as their Dad and sister
made out passionately.  Rory's prick was throbbing as he watched.  He'd
recently had sex with a girl at school and had enjoyed it, but whilst the
girl had been cute she wasn't a patch on either Kerry or Bridge, who were
much more bangable and who he had been fantasising about for as long as he
had been thinking about sex.  He couldn't blame his Dad for taking a bite
at Kerry and it was a big turn on watching as their mouths moved and their
hands stroked each other, but he also couldn't help but feel jealous.  His
view was suddenly interrupted as Bridget moved from beside him to stand in
front of him, between him and the others.  He gave a frown, "Bridge..." he
complained.

   His older sister smiled and shook her head to silence him.  One finger
moved to his lips to shush him, whilst her other hand slid round the back
of his neck, her fingers playing delicately on his neck, "Want to make
out?" she said, her voice oozing lust.

   "Yes," said Rory, his voice suddenly gruff as his vocal chords
threatened to seize up.  "Yes," he said again to make sure Bridget had
understood.  He would have said it a third time but his elder sister's
mouth had moved down and was on his.  Her lips were soft, the press of them
on his was hard; Rory kissed back, enjoying the touch of her tongue as it
moved over his, twisting and turning together.  In his pants his cock had
stirred and it pressed through the material to rub against Bridget's thigh.
She didn't seem to mind, just kissing him harder and running her hands down
his back.  He moved his own hands from his sides and onto hers, rubbing and
caressing her sides from the top of her hotpants to the string of her
bikini.  His cock got harder, pushing through his own shorts and digging
deep at Bridget's leg.

   "Let me see about that big schlong of yours," said Bridget, the blonde
momentarily breaking away from her brother's mouth.  She reached down and
undid his shorts, pushing them down far enough to slide her hand in and
pull out the ten-inch prick.  She began to gently rub it between her middle
finger and thumb as her mouth returned to Rory's lips.  It was at that
moment Rory knew they were going to bang, not that moment, but soon.  He
resumed the kissing with passion, sliding his tongue over Bridget's and
dominating her mouth.  His hands moved up to behind Bridget's back,
searching for the string of the bikini.  He found it and with one tug the
piece of material was off, falling to the ground between them.  "That's
right," Bridget broke the kiss long enough to say the words and then they
were back together, her naked tits pushing into him as her spare hand
started to undo his shirt.

   Paul pulled his mouth from Kerry's, getting his breath back.  Just a few
feet away a topless Bridget was undressing her brother one-handed as the
other stroked his cock.  Kerry saw what he was looking at and smiled, her
own hand reaching down to touch Paul's pants.  His cock pushed out hard and
erect, straining to break free.  Kerry took a look at Rory's and then back
to her Dad's lump, "Like father like son," she purred.  Her own hands went
to the back of her neck and she undid the bikini.  It fell to the ground.

   "Like mother, like daughter," replied Paul, remembering the firmness of
his wife's boobies before age and three children.  He slid his hands over
the hard and firm tits, squeezing them.  Kerry gave a small moan.  She
began to lower herself down onto the sand.  Paul followed her and began to
lick and kiss the titties, his tongue surging over her nipples, making the
teats stiffen, like his cock.  He reached down and undid his pants with one
hand, pulling them down so his cock was out and rubbing against his
daughter's thigh as he suckled first one teat and then its twin.  Kerry
didn't complain as his hard member rubbed against her.  Instead she just
gave another moan and bent her back in pleasure.  Paul knew they would soon
be fucking and it made him even stiffer, his hand moved to undo Kerry's
hotpants sliding his hand just under the waistband and over her naked
flesh.

   There was a giggle from Bridget and Paul turned his head for a moment
just in time to see his blonde daughter stepping out of her own shorts.  He
watched as she kicked off her flip-flops and returned to making out with
Rory as he began to pull his own shorts further down.  "More Daddy," moaned
Kerry and Paul moved his mouth back to suck at her gorgeous titties.

   Rory stepped out of his pants, his prick long and hard jutted out like a
flagpole.  Bridget could feel her own pussy was slick with lust.  She ran
her hand over her brother's massive schlong, feeling it throb beneath her
fingers as they stroked over the fleshy and pumping veins.  Her brother's
hands were on her ass, squeezing at her firm cheeks, as her mouth was on
his again.  They kissed hard for a few moments, Rory's prick seeming to
expand in her hands and her slit getting so wet that she could feel the
juice dripping down her hole.  She moved her lips from Rory, "Fuck me," she
said, "fuck me please."

   "Yes," said Rory.  He followed her down onto the sand, her legs
spreading open wide.  Above and beside them their Dad and sister were
groping and rubbing each other, ignoring Rory and Bridget as they lay down
together.  Rory began to kiss and lick Bridget's sexy tits as he took his
dick and started to guide himself in.

   Bridget moaned and gripped his back as his huge member slowly pushed
into her cunt.  She wasn't a virgin, but his was the biggest cock she'd
ever had, it stretch her, it filled her, it pleasured her.  Her nails dug
into his back and her body rose up to meet him, "Oh, Rory, good Rory, fill
my tight little pussy with your man-meat."

   Rory pushed down and in, his massive member ramming at her special spot.
He levered himself up and then down again, pushing hard at her clit. 
Bridget gasped in pleasure, the joy filling her as much as his dick.  She
groaned again as he came down faster and harder, his hard dick pushing deep
into her and his balls bouncing against her body.  She squealed and gasped,
"Oh Rory, Rory, Rory, I want your big cock, Rory, give me your big cock."

   "Fuck you, sis," grinned her little brother and being as good as his
word slammed down hard.  Bridget could feel the little grains of sand
scraping against her skin, still warm after the heat of the day.  The
silver moon shone down on them, illuminating a making out Paul and Kerry,
like silhouettes against a lamp.  Above her Rory powered down again and
again, stabbing her pussy with his thick, meaty prong.  He grinned again as
he pushed himself up, "You are so fucking tight, it's like banging a
virgin."

   "I'm not, " gasped Bridget, "a virgin." And to show him she brought her
legs up and round his back and used them to guide and control his deep
thrusts, her body shaking under the banging it was getting.  She looked up
at her brother's face, contorted and twisted as he used all his energy to
pound her, "Oh fill my tight non-virgin cunt."

   Beside her, from the corner of her eye she could see Kerry lying down on
the sand.  The redhead lay on her back and lifted her legs up as she pulled
her hotpants off and dropped them to the floor.  Above her Paul was pulling
down his slacks and boxers together.  He stepped out of them and look at
the bundle of sexiness lying on the sand in front of them, he could see his
son fucking his other daughter beside them, but it was Kerry's sweet,
hair-free cunt he was looking at, the silver shine of the moon making the
juice on its lips shimmer.  His cock, free from any constraint, was so hard
it almost hurt.  He moved down, "I am going to screw you so hard you're
going to faint."

   "Oh please Daddy, feed me your massive cock," moaned Kerry.  She gave
another moan, this time of pure pleasure as her Dad's meaty member entered
her, pushing aside her walls and plunging deep into her wet cunt.

   Paul's hands rested each side of her, the sand biting into the palm like
little gnats' bites.  He didn't mind, Kerry was teenage tight, not a
virgin, but not loosened by childbirth and generous helpings of huge
schlong.  Paul began to thrust into the cunt, using all his strength to
push aside the resistance of her cunt walls and slam his prick ball deep
into her front hole.  Her juice and his strength combined together to help
the cock ram deep and hard.  He grunted and moved faster and faster making
her bounce beneath her poundings.  Her hands were on his back, scraping at
him, as he could hear her heels drumming against the sand.  He could see
her face's expressions constantly changing shape as each of his sharp
thrusts sent pleasure waves through her.  "Good girl Care Bear, squeeze
Daddy's cock with that sweet cunt.  Oh, good Care Bear, fuck Daddy."

   Her titties bounced as her body shook.  Her head swung back, the red
hair spraying out across the sand as she cried in excitement.  Beside them
Bridget's back bent and she screamed like a banshee as she came like she
had never come before, "Oooooooohhhh!" Rory's dick continued to pound it,
hitting the clit and making the orgasm ever longer and more intense. 
Bridget's legs were still wrapped around him and her hands were clutching
his back, but they were as much to hang on her to stud brother as they were
to control his thrusts, which now were hard and deeper than she'd ever been
taken.  Again the orgasm hit her and the blonde screamed again, "Oooooohhh!
Rory, my stud, dick my cunt, fill it, fill it all up."

   "Yes, yes," said Rory in reply he pounded down, his body slamming
against hers and his schlong slapping down her sweaty, cummy slit. 
Suddenly he gave a gasp and stopped moving, his back straightening. 
Bridget had a second to drop her legs from his lower back and spread
herself wider before his warm, sticky cum shot into her in burst after
burst.  Rory rolled off her, with a grunt of "yes, fuck, yes."

   He settled his head on her boobie and they lay on the beach watching
their Dad pound their sister.  Kerry was obviously enjoying Paul's big
dick, screaming and bouncing as he hammered in, his ball sack slapping hard
against her as the full length of his manhood went down her hole.  "Good
Care Bear," he grunted, "enjoy Daddy's dick, enjoy Daddy's big, fat,
meat-pole."

   Beneath him he could feel Kerry shudder as she came, her body rising and
falling in time with his thrusts.  Her pussy was wet and slick, her cum
oiling his schlong as it sped down and up.  Up and down he pressed, filling
her tight little cunt with man-meat, stretching her teen pussy with a real
man's big dick.  She appreciated it and screamed in pleasure as he whacked
her clit.  Paul continued to use all his skill and experience to send her a
flood of orgasms.  He could feel himself coming nearer to cumming, the
pre-pleasure feeling shooting through him.  He knew the next few thrusts
would do it and he could feel the muscles in his legs and back tense in
preparation.  Kerry's head shot back, "Ooooohhh Daddy!"

   His cum blasted into her cunt, filling it with his white gooey seed.  He
pulled out his cock and some of the spunk followed it, trickling from her
hole like it was overfilled.  For a few moments he lay beside her on the
ground, her head nestled in chest as beside them Rory and Bridget lay
nakedly entwined.  After a few moments Paul got up and walked over to pick
up his pants.  He said, "That was fun."

   "Yes," agreed Rory as he too stood up, "I enjoyed it."

   "Me too," said Kerry and Bridget in unison.  They struggled to their
feet and hunted round the sand for their bikini tops and hotpants.  It took
the four of them, in the dark, a few minutes to find their clothes and get
dressed again.  Then they headed back to their vacation villa, the boys
arms round the girl's waists.