Chapter 6: Moving day

I woke up about five, as usual. I slid out from under Kryssie’s slumbering form, put on some gym shorts and sneakers, and went downstairs to the pool/gym for my daily workout. I stretched for a few minutes, did my usual two hundred push ups and crunches, then ran for an hour.

This has been my routine just about every day for the past three years, ever since I got back from overseas. I can do it anywhere and don’t need to lug around any equipment. (Pumping iron is for athletes, not fighting men. It builds muscle at the cost of flexibility and speed.)

By the time I returned from my run, Pop and Sarah had come down to work out, too. Pop nodded a greeting while he grunted and sweated on his rowing machine, and Sarah blew me a kiss while she pedaled furiously on her spinning program.

I looked Sarah over. Even though she was covered in sweat, with absolutely no makeup, wore black bike shorts and a baggy tank top, she still looked great!

I went over to the pool and dove in to wash away the sweat. I clambered back out, and watched as Pop dove in and did twenty-five laps. Watching him with my Drill Instructor-trained eyes, I mentally nodded approval. He never slowed down, and was only a little bit winded when he finished. He was in fine shape.

I chuckled to myself. With five women, aged sixteen to thirty-five, all of them craving sex like a wino craves booze, Pop and I had better be in good shape! This, I reflected cheerfully, is the kind of problem to have.

I headed upstairs with Pop to grab some juice. While we were chatting, Kryssie showed up, yawning and stretching, wearing only some lacy white panties.

“Well, look who’s up early!” Pop teased. “What got you out of bed this time of day?”

“I woke up and nobody was around to rape me, so I thought I’d do some laps in the pool and finish my schoolwork.” she replied with a woebegone look.

“Keep walking around like that and you’ll get raped plenty!” I said. She smirked and wiggled her butt at me. “Seriously baby, I have to go to town with the folks, so we can organize a schedule for the week.”

“Good on you, Krys,” Pop said. “You’re doing your schoolwork early so you’ll be free to help move Sandy and Amy this afternoon, right?”

“Yuppers!” Kryssie replied. “All I have left is the accounting test review. I finished Psych last week, and the web project two weeks ago, it was easy.”

“What are you taking?” I asked.

“Just some computer stuff, and accounting,” she said demurely.

“Just some computer stuff and accounting,” Pop mimicked, teasing. “Ken, your girlfriend there is as brainy as her mom. She got her GED at sixteen, and will complete her associate’s in both web design and computer science this semester. Her mom’s talked her into going for her bachelor’s in business administration, and she’s already gotten all her bullshit intro classes out of the way. She’ll have that degree in another year, you watch.”

I was impressed, and said so. “Damn, baby! I knew you were sharp, but that’s fucking impressive! Where are you going to school?”

“North Texas State,” Kryssie grinned, pouring herself a glass of juice. “Online.”

“I’ll bet you have a four point grade average, too, don’t you?”

She frowned into her orange juice. “Three point eight. Calculus sucks.”

I laughed out loud. “Only a three point eight! Ohmigawd!” She giggled. I went over to her and hugged her tight. “I’m so proud of you, Kryssie. I couldn’t be prouder, I mean it.”

Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and she smiled the biggest smile I think ever saw on her face! “I want you to be proud of me,” she said. Turning to Pop, she said, “and you too, daddy!”

“Both your mother and I are extremely proud of you, Krys,” Pop replied. “The whole family is. And you should be proud of yourself! You’ve earned it! Those grades are all yours, nobody else’s. You’re gonna be a force at whatever you do, Krys, no doubt in my mind.”

She ran over to throw her arms around him and kiss him soundly. “Thank you, daddy, thank you! That means everything to me! Oh, I love you both so much!” She teared up.

“Finish your OJ and go for a swim, baby.” Pop said. “Kenny and I need to head to the car lot, as soon as your momma joins us. And here she is! Hi, baby, we’ve just been bragging on Kryssie’s grades.”

“They’re certainly worth bragging about,” Sarah said briskly. She was still in her bike shorts and tank top, a light sheen of sweat still on her face. Her damp tank top clung to her tits, making her nipples quite visible. She noticed me looking at them and they hardened under my gaze. Jesus, she has great tits.

“Thanks, momma. Want to swim?” Kryssie was looking at her mom’s big tits too!

“I think I’m going to shower off and get dressed. Your dad and Kenny and I need to work out what our schedule will be for the next week.”

Pop said, “I guess I’ll get dressed, too,” as he also eyeballed his wife’s beautiful breasts. She jiggled her chest at him and winked! Pop jumped up and said, “See you kids later!”

Krys giggled and I laughed out loud as he chased Sarah up the stairs towards the bedroom.

Krys moved close and placed her dainty hand on my chest. “Will you swim with me?” she breathed, closing her eyes to be kissed.

I kissed her like she wanted me, a gentle lovers’ kiss, passionate and long. I drew her to me, one hand touching her face, the other in the small of her back, my fingers lightly brushing her skin.

“Let’s go, baby.”

We walked downstairs slowly our arms around each others’ waist, quiet with anticipation of the pleasure we were about to give to each other. When we got to poolside, I turned to kiss lightly her upturned forehead, each eyelid, her nose, and finally a long lingering kiss for her lips.

I continued kissing my way down her body, to her shoulders, a hot breath and a lingering kiss for each erect nipple. I kissed all over her stomach, teased her belly button with my stabbing tongue, then moved to her groin.

I caressed her beautiful buttocks with one hand and slid the fingers of the other beneath the lace of her thong to slowly peel it off. My lips and tongue nibbled and kissed, my fingers explored her bare vulva, the sweet lips of her pussy, and her clit.

With every kiss and every touch, Kryssie gasped a little, her hands caressing my head and face. She turned around and bent slightly forward to let me admire her delicious ass. I kissed and licked each of its delectable globes, thrusting my nose and mouth between them to kiss and lick from her sweet pussy to the pink rosebud of her anus.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, turning to lie back on the pool apron, biting her lip and squeezing her breasts with one hand, while using the other to run her fingers over my stubbled scalp as I probed her moist vulva and clit with my tongue.

I shucked my shorts off and sat down, pulled her up to sit in my lap, and enfolded her with my arms as she guided my erect manhood into her velvet tunnel. She gasped with delight as I entered her and thrust gently, our bodies rocking in unison. We were totally lost in each other, she and I the only two people in the world.

When her orgasm came she moaned in ecstasy, calling my name softly, “Kenny, oh my God, Kenny! Oh God, baby, it’s magic!” She became liquid in my arms, her climax as gentle and intimate as our lovemaking had been. This was pure bliss.

I cuddled her in my lap, my erect member still deep inside her. She leaned back against my chest, her long, silky blonde hair draping us, arms raised, her hands interlocked behind my head. We kissed, and I turned my head down to place my cheek against hers. We held each other this way for a long, long time, our bodies interlocked, the rays of the warm Texas sunrise streaming in through the glass wall of the pool room.

Kryssie, her eyes closed, whispered “You’re perfect,” a radiant smile on her face.

“You too, my darling Krystal! You too!” I whispered. I kissed her gently, then rolled us over into the pool!

“Argghh!” she hollered when she surfaced. She splashed water at me, torn between outrage and amusement. “Asshole!”

“Ah, but I’m your perfect asshole, remember that...!” She laughed and swam over to me, kissed me and nuzzled my ear, deliriously happy. We dried each other and went upstairs to get dressed.

When I came back down to the kitchen Kryssie was already there, chatting animatedly with her sisters and tapping on her laptop keyboard. I smiled and watched her for a minute. She’s gorgeous! I’ve never seen her use makeup, she doesn’t need it. She glanced up, saw me ogling her, and gave me a glorious smile.

I had to smile at her outfit. She was wearing some jean shorts and one of my plaid short-sleeve shirts. The girl had a whole walk-in closet full of clothes, but now she wanted to wear mine!

I sat down at the bar, and Sandy slid me a plate with an omlette and some toast on it. She asked if I wanted coffee, and I said no, just milk.

“Hey Sandy, what kind of presence does the lingerie shop have on the web?” I asked, my mouth full.

“Just a Facebook page, it’s all I have time to fool with.” she replied. “Why do you ask? Got an idea?”

“Maybe. Let me think about it.”

The whole family soon gathered around the breakfast bar. Jackie and Amy were quizzing Kryssie about our lovemaking that morning, and the conversation was full of giggles and covert glances at me. I grumbled something about folks having nothing better to do, but Sarah shushed me.

“You let those girls talk, boy,” she scolded. “The way you and Kryssie make love is a beautiful thing. It’s one thing to experience it, but it another thing to watch two people that are as totally absorbed in each other the way you two are! You just let those girls be girls! Lovers we all may be, but they’re still just teenagers.” In a more serious tone she added, “Your father and I are happy for you two, you know. You and Krys should enjoy each other, Ken, it’s only this good for a little while.”

I took Sarah’s hand and kissed it. “I will never, ever grow tired of you, Sarah. Or Kryssie, or anybody else in this house. I’m always gonna love making love to you all.”

She colored up like a sunset! My incredible stepmom leaned forward and nibbled my ear, whispering, “I don’t want you to make love to me, boy. I want you to fuck the shit out of me!” My cock lurched!

Dad rapped the counter for attention. “Okay, guys, Kenny, Sarah, and I are going into town to get some business stuff together. Am I right, Sandy, that everybody else is going to help you get ready to move out of your old place and back over here where you belong?”

Sandy grinned. “That’s the plan, Bobby,” she answered. “Krys was going to get her school stuff finished and ride over with us when she’s done.”

“Cool. Why don’t you take Ken’s truck? It’ll be a lot easier to load up than that big ol’ Dodge Ram of yours.”

“Actually, Pop,” I interjected, “I was going to suggest we take Sandy to the dealership with us and pick out something new. After all, what’s the good of being in the car business if your family can’t ride with pride?”

“Good thinking, Ken,” Pop said. “What do you want, Sandy? Sedan, SUV, truck, what would you like?” Sandy just looked blankly at him, her eyes glazing over with that deer-in-the-headlights look again.

Sarah grabbed the little blonde’s hand and rolled her eyes exasperatedly. “You guys! Look, Sandy, these lunkheads have been in the car business so long that they forget that most of the people in the world don’t get a new car whenever they want one. Please don’t think of this as a handout. In our business, you’re pretty much obligated to drive a new car all the time. It’s a form of advertising for the dealership, and we can write off whatever you drive on taxes. Just one of the perks of the car business, okay?”

Sandy sat back, looked thoughtful, then happy! “Okay!” she said jubilantly, “Something useful. An SUV?”

“Whatever you want. Why don’t you ride down with us, pick out what you want, and drive it back here to pick up the girls? Then you can take the truck or the new SUV, whichever you choose.”

Kryssie interjected, “I have a license now too, y’know!”

Pop slapped his forehead. “Well there ya go! Ken, Sarah, and I will take the Suburban, Kryssie can drive the Silverado, and you can drive whatever you pick out, Sandy! Everybody ready?”

“Can I drive the ‘Vette, daddy?” Kryssie asked eagerly.

“Not a chance in hell.”

Everybody sniggered except Krys, who pretended to pout.

Sandy rode up front with dad, and Sarah joined me in the back seat of the big Suburban. As soon as we pulled out of the driveway, Sarah jumped to the floor between my legs to suck my cock. I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my shorts while she got me unzipped, yanking my shorts off. She didn’t say anything, just gobbled my hard dick into her mouth and started sucking, moaning as she caressed my balls and ass!

“Mmmmm,” she hummed lustfully. She fucked my rod in and out of her mouth, licking and slurping the bulbous head, using one hand to jack my throbbing shaft, the other to fondle my balls. She reached down to unzip her tight denim capri pants. I hadn’t noticed before that they had a completely split crotch that zippered from just below the waist button all the way to the waistband in the back! She unzipped those bad boys and jumped up to ride my cock!

She turned around to face front so I would have the chance to watch her luscious ass bouncing up and down on my cock while we fucked. She reached behind her to point my big dick at her juicy gash, settling down on my fuck stick and wiggling her ass to aid my fat cock’s penetration of her sopping slit!

Sarah joyfully bounced on my cock, fucking my steely shaft in and out while I kneaded, slapped and caressed her beautiful ass cheeks! She threw back her head, moaning softly, gyrating her ass wantonly, loving the feel of my huge prick pounding in her cunt!

“Oh, baby, mama like! Mama loves her baby boy’s big dick! Fuck mommy’s juicy snatch, baby, make mama cum! Mama want to cum on baby’s big cock and fat nuts! Mmmmmm, what a hot fuck you are!”

I grabbed a perfect ass cheek in each hand to squeeze, fucking up into that hot cunt with gusto! Sarah was right, our attraction was purely physical, purely hot, and totally carnal! Sure, there was some affection involved, but our fucking was driven by pure lust, no romance involved.

She put her hands on the back of the front seat to steady herself as my horny cock slammed in and out of her, then reached over the seat to slap and caress Sandy’s upthrust ass as the little blonde sucked and slurped on my father’s cock!

“Mmmmm!” The hot sounds of sucking, fucking, and moaning filled the interior of the big Suburban, a rolling fuck house cruising down the road at seventy miles an hour! Sarah leaned back against me to buck her pelvis higher, hammering the full length of my throbbing meat in and out of her wet, clasping twat, my bucking pelvis making a loud smack against her jiggling ass cheeks with every thrust!

“Here it comes, baby! I’m gonna squirt hot juice on your big dick!” my stepmother cried out, lost in her pleasure as I rabbited my hard cock up her cunt!

Her sweet cunt spewed girly cum all over my cock and balls, her luscious ass cheeks flinching when I spanked them, my balls smacking her dripping labia as I continued my rapid-fire fuck!

Then she gave me a quick kiss and reached over the seat to slap Sandy’s wriggling ass!

“Tag team!”she shouted.

Quick as a wink Sandy jumped over the seat to grab my dick and aim it at her asshole, while Sarah took over the job of blowing my dad’s hard meat!

Sandy sat back on my hard prick, leaning against me and forcing my aching shaft up her ass! She turned her head to lick and whisper in my ear, gyrating her ass, corkscrewing my hard fuck pole up her butt!

“Fuck me, Kenny baby, fuck that monster cock up my ass!” she whispered. “I didn’t get any sweet ass-fuckin’ from you last night, so you gotta make it up to me! I reckon that big dick can slide up my guts all the way to your big, fat balls, baby, so you just fuck the shit outta me! Fuck that hot, juicy ass, baby!”

I went balls deep, just like she said, and started machine fucking her asshole hard, bouncing her up in the air, her tight, buttery anus gaped wide for my hard dick! Her big titties flopped and wiggled like jello as she gyrated her hot stripper’s ass on my reaming prick, wantonly licking her lips and shouting lustfully!

“Hot diggity fuckin’ damn, that’s a big dick!” Sandy cried, grinding her ass against my pelvis, waggling her hips to twist and clench down on the big meat pole shoved so deeply into her colon! I reached up to squeeze and slap her luscious melons, pinching and flicking the marble-sized nips!

She turned around in my lap to face me, placing her folded legs on the big bench seat, my throbbing penis still buried up her ass, and mashed my face into her luscious tits! I eagerly licked and nibbled her fat funbags while I slammed her sphincter with hard cock!

“You like my big titties, baby?” the horny blonde slut gasped. “I love the way you suck and lick ‘em! You can fuck ‘em, too, anytime you want, but first I want a big load of your hot cream up my ass! It’s so fuckin’ good, baby, your big dick is just too fuckin’ good!”

She bucked and weaved her hot little ass, riding my fuck monster up her shit hole like a bull rider!

“Yee haw, ride ‘em cowboy!” she hollered as I slammed and crammed her asshole, her hot tits slapping my face! She panted like a bitch in heat, giving little gasps of pure lust, clamping down on my thrusting pole with her sphincter, milking my big dick!

“I’m gonna fill up your juicy asshole with my spunk, slut,” I growled, “I’m gonna cream up your ass like nobody’s business! You wiggle that hot ass! Take my load, slut, here it fucking comes...!”

Sandy squealed lustfully as I pumped hot, sticky cum up her ass! I filled up her asshole, then pulled out so I could spunk all over those gorgeous titties! She gushed her own orgasm at the same time, our bellies and breasts grinding and smearing hot, sticky juice all over our bodies!

We looked over the front seat to see Sarah greedily licking and sucking the last of Pop’s cum from his deflating cock, her ass gyrating on the fingers he had stuck in her asshole, squirting streams of sparkling pussy juice all over the car seat!

Sandy jumped up front to begin frantically licking Sarah’s fabulous ass. Sarah turned around to shove Sandy against the door and kiss her hotly!

Dad smacked his wife’s bare butt. “Almost there, sluts! Time to get some clothes on, unless you want to give the security guard a show.”

“How big is his dick?” Sandy inquired lustfully.

“Not big enough for your horny little ass,” I said. “Have we got something to wipe up all this cum?”

“Here.” Sarah threw me a bottle of wet wipes.

Sandy pulled on her shorts and jumped in the back to help me, licking our fuck fluids off my belly and balls! When she finished, she asked, “Why is it, do you suppose, Sarah, that these Davis boys pump out a quart of cum every time they bust a load? I’ve never seen anything like it, and I’ve sucked a lot of dick!”

“I dunno, but whatever it is, I’m grateful that they’re both such sexual powerhouses,” Sarah replied. “God knows all the women in our family seem to need hard cock like they need air.”

“I hear ya!” Sandy chortled. “I can’t believe the good luck we’ve had to become a part of this family. You boys are just what Amy and I needed to put our world back together. I see how y’all do it, now, you stick all the pieces back together with spunk!”

Sarah and I laughed, while Pop waxed philosophical. “Hmm, seems like the pussy has fallen into the proverbial vat of cream...”

Sandy giggled, leaning over to whisper lewdly into his ear, “And this pussy’s going to lap up all the cream she can!” She stuck her tongue in his ear.

My phone rang. It was Kryssie. “I’m driving us all to the lingerie shop, baby.” she said. “Tell Sandy she can just meet us over there. You bring your hot little ass too, just as soon as mom stops riding your cock!”

“Don’t worry, sweetness, I’ll still have plenty of spunk for you. Luv ya. Bye.”

I gave Sandy the message just as we were pulling into the dealership. Dad had Sandy and I get out to introduce Sandy to Harry Clayplate, our security guard. I had known Harry since I was a kid. I gave the old man a hug, happy to see him after six years, and he likewise.

We pulled the suburban up to the back door of the showroom. We got out and waited while Pop turned off the alarms, then went inside. Pop and Sandy went into the showroom to pick out her new ride, while Sarah took me upstairs and showed me my office. It was nice, had a big window looking over the back lot with blinds, and even had its own bathroom.

We went back to her office so she could show me the spreadsheets for the Service Department audit. I packed them into a briefcase and asked for our Warranty data and outstanding service contracts as well, and she put it all on a zip drive for me.

She gave me an old laptop to use until I found one for myself, and told me she’d arrange for a company cell phone and credit card on Monday. I plugged the laptop in to charge, and we went downstairs to start looking over the cash flow statements and balance sheets for the new dealerships.

Pop came in a few minutes later, after sending Sandy off in her new Traverse SUV. Poring over the data, we found that as we suspected, the new car dealerships were okay. They were running like clockwork and showing decent profits, and could probably do just fine without significant changes for the next several months, at least. Then we looked at the used car places.

Both of the used dealerships were okay as far as finances went, their cash flow sheets showing they were in the black, although profits were a bit lean. Their inventory consisted of many different makes and models, as you would expect for a used car place. Neither one had any outstanding service contracts to speak of, and no extraordinary complaints we could find, but Sarah pointed out that neither one belonged to a local Better Business Bureau or Chamber of Commerce. That would have to change. Community involvement is a big part of our business model.

Sarah also noticed that much of the inventory of the used car lots were purchased from Alamo Car Rentals. When we pulled the purchase invoices, we saw that some of the Alamo cars had fairly low milage at the time Walt bought them.

“My experience with car rental companies is that they sell their vehicles after they hit a hundred thousand miles or if they’re more than a year old.” Pop said. “Some of these cars are practically brand new! I’m gonna call Miles.”

Miles MacIlhenny had been my Pop’s parts and service manager ever since I was little. I’ve always called him “Uncle Miles,” and still do. He was also my father’s best friend and confidante. Miles had been in the car business since he was a kid, and few people in the business had more knowledge or personal contacts.

When he got there, Miles gave me a big hug and kissed Sarah’s cheek. We showed him the used car data we had been looking at.

“I know the maintenance V.P. at Alamo, I’ll give him a call in the morning.” Miles said. “But offhand, I’d say there’s a problem with these cars. Cars with this kind of low mileage haven’t been rented out. I’d say either they were privately owned, the odometers have been turned back, or their paperwork altered. Maybe a combination of all three. Considering who the buyer was, all three is a real possibility.”

“Okay, Wrenches,” (Pop’s nickname for Miles is ‘Wrenches,’ a holdover from the days when Miles was his entire Service Department) “you investigate, and we’ll all sit down again tomorrow.”

After Miles left, Sarah downloaded every bit of data on those dealerships she could find for me onto my laptop. Pop kissed her cheek and gave her a one-armed hug. “Sarah knows our books like the back of her hand,” he told me, “She has any data you need and access to every account we have. Baby, give Kenny whatever he asks for.”