Gene Polanski, Male, 45

	- Business VP, husband of Tamara, father of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- tanned beige skin, 6'1, 210lbs, short peppered grey-black hair

Tamara Khouri-Polanski, Female, 43

	- Professor, wife of Gene, mother of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 150lbs, shoulder-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Lauren Khouri-Polanski, Female, 15

	- High school freshman, daughter of Gene and Tamara, sister of Finch and Logan

	- medium olive skin, 5'8, 150lbs, back-length curly black-brown hair, colored white-streaked highlights

Finch Khouri-Polanski, Male, 14

	- Eigth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 145lbs, ear-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Logan Khouri-Polanski, Male, 12

	- Sixth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Finch

	- medium olive skin, 5'1, 110lbs, ear-length straight black hair

Victor Harrelman, Male, last 50s

	- Wealthy retired import/export trader, Commander of Marker 1: Europe

	- Tanned beige skin, 6'0, 195lbs, inch-long curly silver hair

Theresa Harrelman, Female, late 50s

	- Wealthy retired mathematician and investor

	- Dark-tan beige skin, 5'5, 130lbs, shoulder-length wavy silver-black hair

Victor's mood was one of agitation. Runners had passed Gene several times during dinner, passing the older man notes which he set afire immediately after reading. Theresa held his hand at times, just enough, it seemed, to keep him from blowing a gasket. His face was red, flushed, and not in a way that suggested he was getting good news.

Whatever it was, he didn't share the details, though he mentioned once to Theresa that, “Holly has more than she bargained for in Italy.”

Theresa said only, “oh, dear...” and it was left at that.

Gene was dining again with their hosts, Tamara opposite him at the table. Their children were at the other end of the large dining hall, leaning over a cafe-style iron table to eat spaghetti and meatballs. Gene drew a tight smile at his kids. They'd handled themselves pretty well so far. Lauren had really impressed him at the shooting range. She wasn't accurate at first, but she followed Sgt. Miller's direction and by the end of the afternoon, she could hit targets more often with better placement.

Logan had bubbled over at the tour he'd had with Victor, describing, in detail, every inch of the journey. Finch was more reserved, a complete reversal from the normal way the boys interacted. Gene was a bit worried about his older son, but had no time to pull him aside for a discussion.

The silence after the last message was uncomfortable, and Gene broke it with, “So... Holly's in Italy then?”

Victor thought a moment. “Perhaps not. Holly's one of our more carefully-assigned assets. Sometimes even I know little about her assignments.”

“Who would, then, if not you?”

“Depends, Gene. Sometimes it is... easier if I don't know all the details. Her CO handles her day-to-day oversight, though at times, she operates on her own. She's a special one... in many ways.”

The table grew silent again, and Gene remembered something Holly had told him on the plane. “What happened to Poppy? Holly mentioned she'd be at the safe house.”

“Moved. When the possibility of compromise first arose in Belgium, we shipped her East to a lesser-used location in Afghanistan.”

“Afghanistan.”

“The place Alexander feared to tread.”

“Alexander the Great?”

“Precisely. It is no coincidence that the Soviets and the Americans had so much trouble there. The mountains are nearly impassable, there are hidden nooks and caves by the thousands. We have a few of our own, and they make for excellent hiding places. If things go sour here, it is likely where you'll go next.”

“Let's hope things don't go sour.”

“Indeed.”

“Has Poppy come up with anything? About No Limits, I mean? She left Whitehead around the same time I did.”

“Nothing useful, not yet. Good for you, it means we have to be sure to keep you protected until we figure out what they want forgotten.”

“Good for me, as in... if Poppy had known something, you wouldn't have risked lives to rescue us.”

“Yes... and no. Perhaps we'd have come for you anyway, if for no other reason than to verify what Poppy might have known. She's a crafty one, I'm sure you know. Lies and misdirections are like air through her nostrils. Very convincing, that one.”

Gene sat back in his chair. “You don't say. I never met her in person. Never really trusted her. Never really trusted any of them. People got killed for trusting others back then.”

“As they still do today, Gene. 'Trust no one' is a motto that keeps one alive.”

Victor stared at him a moment, almost daring him to make the obvious response. Gene didn't take the bait, figured he had no choice but to trust Victor for a time, though he reserved the right to change his mind if an opportunity arose.

- - -

Tamara slid out of the dining room and down a hallway adorned with photographs on her way to the nearest bathroom. She stopped a moment, recognized Victor and Theresa in many photos taken all over the world. Beaches, mountains, dense jungles, even jumping from airplanes. A woman younger than the couple was in many of them, a short, pretty blonde that could easily have been a daughter with Victor's chin and Theresa's eyes.

More pictures of the woman were found further down the hall, and a few of her with a younger girl. Tamara stared at one, a photo of the woman and the girl, who was perhaps ten years old, taken in front of the Eiffel Tower. Holly... the girl looks like Holly... Hmm... It could have just been a resemblance, Tamara couldn't be sure. She found the bathroom and closed herself inside to urinate.

- - -

It wasn't fair. Logan fumed at the fact that his sister had gotten to shoot the gun and he hadn't. It ruined his entire day. I should have been the one to shoot it. I know I'd be better than a girl.

He picked at his food as his brother and sister devoured theirs, considered not eating at all. Then he remembered something a soldier said to another when they passed earlier in the day. “Gotta eat, Corporal. Can't have you being weak at the wrong moment.” So Logan ate even though his appetite was non-existent. Gotta keep my strength up. I'll show everyone when I save the day, when I'm the hero... I hope there's boobs...

- - -

“How much do you really know about Holly?” Tamara's question was whispered in his ear as they relaxed along the edge of the warmed pool, water to their necks. They were naked, as before, alone for the moment.

“Nothing more than you, I'm afraid. Why?” Gene replied.

“Not sure. There are some pictures in the hall toward the bathroom. Pictures of a woman that looks like she could be a daughter of Victor and Theresa. And... there's a younger girl... in some of them, with the woman... She looks like a young Holly.”

“Hmm... I dunno. Maybe just looks like her.”

“Maybe... but... Gene... what if Holly is... related to them...”

“Related... Jesus, Tamara. You mean you think she's their granddaughter?”

“Not saying that. But you gotta admit, the resemblance is there if you look for it, and after seeing the other woman in the pictures... it kinda looks right.”

“Christ. That's... wow, after what... they do together... I mean...”

“I know, Gene. I know. Perhaps I'm wrong. Happens occasionally.”

“Perhaps...”

- - -

Lauren fiddled with the spoon in her hot cocoa and considered finding one of the other pools. Logan and Finch had already jumped in to the large one where their parents relaxed, holding each other along the edge. They seemed to have no reservations about stripping down in front of others, but Lauren held back. It felt weird to consider disrobing in front of her parents, especially her father. It just felt weird.

She kicked her feet a couple of times, debating what to do. She wanted to swim, looked around to see if she could tell if one of the other pools was nearby. A servant passed by, asked her, “towel, Mademoiselle?” Lauren nodded, accepted the plush cloth and sat it next to her on another chair. Finch was jumping into the pool again, his penis half-hard and bouncing as he sprinted and splashed into the water.

Lauren pushed the image out of her mind, mostly, anyway. She took a deep breath, tried to convince herself she was invisible, and started to remove her shirt and pants.

- - -

Gene couldn't help watching Lauren out of the corner of his eye as she disrobed. The dim light left most of her fifteen-year old body in shadow, but her nipples were dark against her skin and stood out, tight, hard. The patch of fur between her legs made his penis shoot up against Tamara's ass where it nestled between her legs.

She reached back, stroked him once, pushed his cock so that it rested in her crack. She whispered, “what's got you going?”

Lauren slid into the water, hiding her beautiful naked flesh from his eyes. “Uh... you, of course. Being close to you.” Not a total lie. Tamara's sexy body always made Gene feel aroused. But he didn't admit that seeing his daughter's naked breasts, her dark pubic hair, had given him the spark to rise and become hard.

Tamara said quietly, “hmm... maybe...”

- - -

She'd seen Lauren disrobe and looked away. Tamara tried to give her daughter the privacy. Gene's cock rose against her, pulsing into her butt. She moved it so that it rode her ass crack, hard and warm on her flesh. She looked back to see Lauren's tits and pubes a second before her daughter disappeared under the water. Lauren... Our daughter made him hard... Gene... what...

When she voiced her question, she knew he wouldn't be honest. When he lied, she boiled inside a moment before rationalization set in. I suppose if he'd have asked me what got me hot on the plane, why I'd needed him inside me, I'd have never admitted it was watching my own son masturbate... Goddamn, what is wrong with us?

- - -

Finch didn't miss another chance to see his sister naked, but he feared his parents seeing him too much to masturbate. His cock was hard underwater, and it was all he could do not to touch himself.

He'd spent most of the day being introspective. When his dad had pulled him aside and asked if he was ok, he'd said he was alright, just thinking things through. What he didn't admit was that images of Lauren's splayed legs and dark-red vagina had been flooding him often, and it was all he could do to respond to questions sent his way. Finch wanted to see it again, wanted it desperately, hoped Lauren would give him that opportunity soon.

- - -

Tamara whispered, “feel like going back to the room before the kids are ready for bed? I could use some 'us' time.”

Gene smiled, let his hand slide over his wife's tight ass, slipped a finger onto her anus, replied, “love to... after fucking your ass last night, would love to do so again.”

“Ok... be quick, we won't have long.”

“You do the same,” he said with a grin.

Gene took Tamara's hand and led her out of the water.

- - -

His mother's ass was amazing. Logan stared hard as the woman rose out of the water, curves dripping water. His cock pulsed as he watched the way her ass cheeks bounced, how her crack offered just a hint of what was hidden between them. Logan was fascinated, imagined what it might feel like to touch his mother there, to part those cheeks and look inside. He shivered and started to slowly stroke his penis.

- - -

“Oh, fuck... oh, fuck, Gene... Yes... God, uhnn... fuck my ass...” Tamara was bent over the bed, her butt spread wide, Gene's cock sodomizing her quickly. He was grunting, filling her nicely. They had no lube, had to rely on saliva to make her slick. Saliva, and the dripping wetness from Tamara's vagina.

She frigged her clit fast in rhythm with his thrusts. She could feel him swelling, growing bigger, opening her anus wider. He churned her bowels, the strong, ripe odor of anal sex hitting her nose. She inhaled and turned herself loose, the intense aroma sending her over the edge. She bucked and came hard around Gene's dick.

- - -

Tamara's orgasm made him move faster in and out of her tight backdoor. He loved fucking his wife's ass, and he knew she loved it as well. She'd told him about how Giovanni's huge cock had threatened to tear her apart, how the discomfort bordered on pain, how she'd cum hard around his penetration.

Gene thrust in and out, in and out, the smell of her ass becoming stronger. He felt his balls tighten and burn. He humped her, humped her, felt himself swell, straining, burning, eyes closed, lost in the movement that sent his shaft through her anus. He cried out, pulsed, pulsed, and ejaculated into Tamara's bowels.

- - -

Lauren didn't feel sick. Not quite. She'd thought to shower and head to bed moments after her parents had left, weariness overwhelming her.

Instead, what she saw as she opened the door brought everything else to a crashing halt. Her dad was fucking her mother from behind, his butt clenching. She could hear her mom panting, her dad grunting. She froze in the doorway, unable to look away, could see her father's balls swinging as he pounded her mom, her eyes drawn down to the part between his legs. His hairy ass clenched harder, harder, he grunted, let out a cry, and shuddered against her mom's body.

Lauren's pussy grew wet. She felt revulsion at first, mostly for herself for becoming wet, for being aroused. But how could she not? The sight of two people fucking just feet away was very arousing, despite it being her parents. She knew she was drooling beneath the towel, could feel slickness sliding down her inner thigh.

She debated what to do, stood still too long. Her dad pulled off her mom, took a step to the side. Sperm slid from her mother's asshole where it gaped red and raw. Dad fucked Mom's ass... Oh my god! The cum ran over the woman's vagina as she started to straighten up. Her dad's eyes finally saw her, and he froze.

- - -

Lauren... oh, Jesus... Lauren watched us fuck... she's... she's looking at her mother's pussy and asshole! My cum is dripping out, and my daughter is watching... Holy shit! Gene grabbed a towel, tried to cover his slimy genitals. “Uh... Tamara, you may want to cover up... uh... Lauren... uh... sorry...”

Tamara squeaked, stumbled, nearly tripped, finally landed on the other side of the bed, crouched behind, her face flushed and blushing at once. “Lauren! Knock, please!”

Lauren scowled at her mother. “My room, too, you know. You two could at least tell me you're going to screw so I can avoid seeing that.”

Gene looked at his daughter, embarrassment, shame in his mind, but also a secret thrill that Lauren had seen them, had seen the cum leaking from her mother's asshole. “Ok... Next time, ok... sorry, Hon. We'll... uh... Tam, let's shower, ok?”

Tamara nodded, bolted to the shower as Gene gave Lauren an apologetic look.

- - -

The water was running while Lauren sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand had strayed between her legs beneath the towel, touched herself without thinking, images of her father's clenching ass, his softening, slimy penis, her mother's messy crotch playing in her mind. She touched her clit, felt it already hard, smeared her vaginal discharge up over it, made it slick. Burning spread through her body as she began to masturbate to the intense moments she'd just witnessed.

Her eyes were drawn to the comforter where a glob of something had collected. Dad's sperm... oh, God! It was... it was in Mom's ass... She didn't resist the urge to touch it, collect it. She sniffed, it smelled pungent, sharp. Lauren played with herself, let the cum rest on her finger a moment, then put it in her mouth. I'm eating Dad's cum... oh... wow... that's... that tastes good... Her body rocked as she slipped a finger into her pussy and rubbed her G-spot.

Her other hand collected another glob of the sperm, and she quickly applied it to her frigging fingers. Lauren rubbed her father's sperm into her pussy, around her clit, felt the sticky substance coat her sensitive young flesh. It made her hot. She leaned back, sunk into her play, let her fingers find the last of the semen, and brought them to her mouth for another taste.

- - -

Gene stood stood staring at his daughter masturbating. It was too much to take in, too much to deal with. He just watched while Tamara used the toilet. He'd come out to give her privacy, only to find Lauren on her back, playing with herself.

He watched her hand rub something off the comforter before slipping her fingers into her mouth. My cum... Holy fuck... Lauren is eating my cum... Lauren sighed, shook, her hips rocked against her fingers, and her body seemed to let go into orgasm.

- - -

It was an outstanding climax. Lauren felt light, on fire, cool, abuzz, a million sensations and none at all. The taste of her father's sperm still lingered on her lips as she came down, and for the first time in a few moments, remembered she wasn't alone in the room. She sat up, looked toward the bathroom, and saw her father staring at her with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

The towel was tented, her father's cock obviously hard beneath it.

Lauren panicked, flipped back the covers, and slid in quickly, saying nothing. Her father made no sound, just stood there before returning to the bathroom and closing the door.

- - -

“Jesus, Gene. Told you I needed a moment.” Tamara grunted, tried to hold back her bowels while her husband stood nearby. She could smell the ripe odors and knew he could too.

“Sorry, Hon. I... Lauren was masturbating...”

“What? Just now?”

“Yes...”

“Think... think it was us? Us that got her going? Gene... what are we going to do?”

“It gets worse. I guess some of my cum leaked onto the bed from your ass. She... She was eating it, dipping her fingers in it and tasting them... She came, Tamara. I watched our daughter masturbate to orgasm.”

Tamara noted the tented towel, knew her husband was incredibly turned on. She shut out the confusing thoughts about Lauren and decided to concentrate on what she could control. Tamara motioned Gene to her and removed his towel.

She leaned down as he pushed his cock between her lips. His freshly-cleaned dick tasted wonderful, meaty and fresh. Tamara couldn't help continuing to void her bowels, the pressure from the anal sex had made her uncomfortable. Gene seemed not to notice the sounds or the smells as she defecated, so she pushed down and continued to suck his cock.

He groaned soon, pushed his penis deep into her mouth just as she began to feel empty. His cock swelled in between her lips, he said, “gonna cum...” and spewed his semen against her tongue.

- - -

Gene couldn't help feeling so aroused. Lauren's naked body, her beautiful young tits, her pubic hair, the way her face twisted as her orgasm built and crashed into her, they all were sensory cues to his mind to be aroused, and so he was. The confusion over it being his daughter had threatened to drown out all else, but Gene's desires won out.

After he came in Tamara's mouth, he pulled back and kissed her deeply, tasted his sperm on her tongue, kissed down her body. The odors of her bowel movement got stronger the lower he went, but he didn't care, he wanted her to cum again, and as his mouth got closer to her genitals, she leaned back and spread her legs.

- - -

Tamara didn't really want Gene anywhere near her crotch after her bowel movement. She hadn't wiped yet, but he was insistent, holding her waist as he knelt and began to move closer to her pussy. Fine... if he doesn't mind, I won't either. Gene's tongue passed over her clit as she leaned back, soon dipping between her legs to lap at her pussy. He moaned against her vulva, sending shuddered through her.

Lauren saw Gene's sperm dripping from my asshole... oh, god... why does that turn me on? My own daughter? And... she ate Gene's sperm! Oh... god... “Oh... Gene... oh... yes... oooohhh...” Gene's tongue dared to go lower, lower than Tamara wanted him to go. She tried to pull him back up, but he kept his head down, soon lapped against her anus. She was revolted but her body shuddered harder.

As his tongue darted across her dirty backdoor, her hand moved on its own to stroke her clit. His movements were both unwelcome and intensely desired. It was dirty, something they'd never done, something he'd never tasted that she knew, and it make her incredibly hot to know her daughter had seen sperm leaking from the dirty place Gene was licking.

Tamara came hard, rocking her thighs around Gene's head, moans too loud, but she cared not. Her pussy flooded and Gene moved back up to lap up her discharge. By the time she settled down, she felt high.

- - -

The boys hadn't returned to the room when Gene stepped out of the bathroom. Tamara slid into bed beside Lauren as he opened the door and went looking for his sons.

The surprise that met him poolside was just one more confusing sight that day.

- - -

Finch hadn't expected to be so turned on, but after watching Lauren get out of the pool and wrap herself in a towel earlier, he'd stroked his hard cock under the water to a powerful orgasm, letting his seed spray out quickly. He could see the long strands of white semen drift and separate, and it made him want to get out of the water.

He'd sat down on a lounge chair, laid back, and exhaled, letting the rush of his orgasm continue to abate and bring him waves of pleasure. Logan was at the far end, turned away, and Finch wondered if his brother was also masturbating.

Finch wasn't sure why but he had an urge to watch. Something about wanting to see his brother's little cock hard and shooting made him feel aroused once more. His penis returned to hardness, and he let his thoughts drift back to Lauren's naked ass. He closed his eyes and stroked himself slowly.

- - -

Logan tried to make himself cum in the pool, but his dick felt a little raw and the chlorinated water wasn't helping. He looked around, moved back down to the other end, and waited, open-mouthed as he watched Finch's hand move up and down on his penis. It made Logan want to do the same. The twelve-year old moved out of the water quietly, sat on a lounge chair a few feet away, his small cock in hand.

He watched Finch jerk off for a moment, noticing his technique again, mimicked the grip and felt a surge of pleasure move through him. Finch's body jerked, his brother's mouth open slightly. Logan could see Finch's penis swell as he stroked, and was fascinated to watch as semen shot out and landed on the boy's stomach, splashing and running down quickly.

Logan laid back, and beat his dick hard.

- - -

Finch hadn't meant to do that where anyone could see. He'd opened his eyes to see Logan reclining nearby, the twelve-year old's fist flying up and down his small penis. The boy arched, panted, and spewed ejaculate into the air, the cum falling back to splash over his fingers and balls.

Finch just watched, intrigued, aroused, a small part of him wondering if Logan had just watched him jerk off, too.

“Uh... boys... time for bed...”

- - -

Gene's voice cracked as he called to his sons. Two heads shot up, hands over genitals. Gene had seen both boys ejaculate, could see semen on Finch's stomach and coating Logan's fingers. He felt uncomfortable, the sight of his son's masturbating, of their jism, compounded the confusion he'd known moments before when he watched his daughter playing with herself and licking his cum off her fingers.

- - -

“Lauren... I'm sorry. Really. We... we shouldn't have done that with you sharing the room with us.”

“K.” Lauren's tone was flat, dismissive.

“Hon, do you want to talk about it? What... what you saw was... just two people in love doing something... fun... together... Natural...”

“Didn't look natural. Pretty sure that wasn't the right hole...”

Tamara hesitated, unsure what to say. Lauren had obviously known she'd had Gene's penis in her ass when he'd ejaculated. She could still feel the pleasant burn from his sodomy. “Uh... right... well... Lauren... Sometimes, people like to try things that aren't... aren't the normal ways, ok? Sometimes... it feels good to try new things.”

“Dad seemed to like it well enough...” Lauren's voice was small.

“As did I... I mean...” Tamara clenched her butt cheeks involuntarily. “Ok... I think this is making you uncomfortable. I'm sorry, Honey.”

“Uncomfortable? Mom, Jesus Christ. I just watched you and Dad fucking!”

“Lauren!”

“Well, am I wrong?” Lauren turned toward her mother, suddenly defiant. “That's what you were doing, fucking, right? Dad fucked your butt!”

“Language!”

“Really? After that? After all this? Seriously? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I shot a gun today, Mom! I might have to kill people. I watched you two 'making love' or some other bullshit, and your telling me to watch my language? Seems a strange priority right now.”

Tamara was angry, too, but managed to calm herself before saying, “alright. Alright. Look, we're all stressed right now... doing things we'd have never done before. I know, I'm guilty of it too.” Images of Finch's spurting cock came to mind. “We have to stick together.”

“You and Dad were certainly stuck together right over there,” Lauren's head nodded toward the edge of the bed. “You didn't even clean up the mess...”

“But you did, didn't you?”

- - -

Lauren froze, horrified that she'd done it. Horrified that her mom knew. “I uh...”

“Fine, you don't need to tell me. It's ok. Let's... let's just let it all go, ok? Call a truce.” Tamara sighed, softened. “Lauren, I love you with all my heart. I'm sorry you're caught up in this, sorry that things are so crazy. Just know that I love you in all things.”

Lauren exhaled, said softly, “yeah, ok, Mom. I love you, too.”

Her mom wrapped her arms around her and she allowed herself to sink into it. It felt good to hug her mother, and for a few moments, they just held together like that.

Lauren was shocked when she realized she was naked, the fifteen-year old had hid herself quickly when she spotted her dad watching her, forgot her nightgown and panties.

Her mom's naked body was also obvious as the woman's breasts pressed into hers, nipples hard. Lauren knew hers were hard as well. She didn't let go, but she did her best not to notice how warm and soft her mother's breasts were against her, how her mother's thighs lightly touched her own.

- - -

Gene snuggled next to his wife, kissed her neck, let his hand move down her shoulder. Lauren had offered a quick goodnight as he'd gotten under the covers, followed by the boys. Each had put on underwear but nothing else. His hand ran down his wife's side, finding no clothes on her body. His cock was sore or it would have surely risen as it pressed against her soft butt.

Snores behind him said the boys were out of it. His own head was starting to feel heavy. Gene did what he often did as he drifted off to sleep, slowly caressing his wife's curves, just small, light touches that said he loved her. His hand played down her chest to take in a breast.

Hard flesh slid past the back of his hand as his palm moved over his wife's tit. Lauren's tit... oh god... Gene let it linger there, just linger. Lauren didn't move, didn't show signs that she knew he was touching her breast. Gene cupped Tamara's boob, let the weight play in his fingers, didn't move enough to pull away from Lauren's nipple. It was a light touch, to be sure, but Gene's cock rose and he thought about slipping it into his wife's pussy despite his soreness.

Tamara leaned back, kissed his cheek, whispered very quietly, “I know, Gene. I felt it too... on mine... save it... not right now...” She kissed him again, placed her hand over his. Gene no longer felt Lauren's nipple on his skin, but the knowledge that his fifteen-year old daughter's breast was pressed into the back of his wife's hand kept him hard long after Tamara drifted off to sleep.