Chapter 13

Theo, Sandrine and Mom moved to the couch and continued to sip champagne. Clara got a bottle of lube and another condom while her dad relaxed on the center of the bed, lightly stroking himself.

“So how do we do this?” Pete asked.

“Me in her pussy,” Philippe replied. “You in her arse.”

Pete’s eyebrows rose. This would be new.

“Theo doesn’t like it,” Clara said when she returned, “but I...” She made a show of fanning herself. “Oui oui!”

Pete chuckled. “So what do I need to do?”

“Get hard.” Clara held up the lube. “And then use plenty of this.”

“I can do that.”

“Good.” She handed him the bottle and then knelt between her father’s legs. He put his hands behind his head and smiled at her as she began to lick his semi-hard cock. Pete stroked himself as he watched the incestuous blowjob.

When Philippe was hard, Clara straddled him and slowly eased down on his cock. Pete was hard by then, so he slid on a condom and slathered the lube all over his shaft.

“My arse, too,” she said. She flattened herself against her father’s chest.

Pete smeared it around and even slid his finger inside. Clara squirmed and let out an “Mmm.” He knelt behind her, which was tricky with all their legs, but managed to get the head of his condom-clad dick up against her nether opening.

Then he slowly pushed in.

He paused frequently, letting her adjust to him. She was tight—very tight—but she slowly relaxed as he went deeper. He could feel the pressure from her dad’s cock in her pussy. It was more surreal than disturbing. Clara seemed to like it, though. She was breathing hard and turning her head from side to side.

After a moment, she nodded. “Okay,”

He eased back and then thrust in again. She shuddered and pushed back against him when he did. Her dad started moving as well, and soon they found a steady rhythm.

Clara gradually built to her orgasm. There was no denying where she was headed. Each gasp was a little louder than the one before; each shudder a little louder. When she came, she came hard with a moan that lasted for a minute. She shook and clamped down on Pete’s cock. He held still, as did Philippe, until she’d finished.

“Okay,” she said when she’d caught her breath. “Your turn.”

“Go ahead,” Philippe said to Pete.

He thrust faster but not too hard. Clara squeezed him. After a handful of strokes, he was close enough. She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled.

And he came. Not explosively, but he still emptied what he had left into her. When he’d recovered, he pulled out, and unsteadily walked to the trash can to dispose of the condom.

Mom was still sitting between Sandrine and Theo, just watching. Pete had been so focused he hadn’t even seen Theo and Mom together, and now they were done. While Pete had been cleaning up, Philippe had finished himself. His cock flopped to his belly when his daughter pulled off him.

“More champagne?” Sandrine asked Theo.

“I’ll get us another bottle.” He grabbed his clothes and started to dress.

“Maybe some juice?” Mom asked.

Theo nodded.

“I’ll go with you,” Pete said. He was ready for some fresh air.

Casually dressed, Pete and Theo leaned against the bar while they waited for their drinks. Theo smiled, very relaxed.

“This has been fun,” he said.

“Yeah.” Pete nodded. “It has.”

“Diane ... mmm.” Theo sighed and smiled. “You are a very lucky man.”

“So are you. Clara’s pretty wild.”

“Only when we come here. At home, she is much more demure.”

“Ah. So ... you both still live at home?”

“Of course. Why would we want to live anywhere else?”

Pete shrugged. “I don’t know. Start your own family?”

“My family now is all I need.”

“Oh?”

Theo smiled. “If you were sleeping with Clara and Sandrine every day, would you want to leave?”

Pete smiled, having no words.

The bartender returned to their end of the bar and placed their drinks in front of them.

“Come,” Theo said. “Clara will be eager for our return.”

They returned to find that Clara was indeed eager for more action. While the older adults chatted on the couch, she’d stretched out on the bed with a small vibrator. From the sheen on her chest, she’d already come once or twice. She stopped as they distributed the drinks, but after she’d had several long sips of hers, she smiled at her brother and Pete.

“Maman and Papa are done for the evening,” she said. “As is Diane. But if you two...”

Theo shrugged agreement. “What did you have in mind?”

“Front and back?”

Pete furrowed his brow in confusion.

“She sucks one of us while the other screws her,” Theo explained. “Sometimes we switch.”

Pete nodded. “So where do you want me?”

“At the headboard.” Clara pointed.

He undressed and climbed onto the bed. Once gotten himself propped up on pillows, Clara climbed between his thighs. She lifted her ass up and wiggled it. Theo, already hard again, moved right behind her.

Clara let out a little gasp as her brother penetrated her. She smiled up at Pete, and then took his cock in her hands. She kissed and licked the head as her Theo began to gently thrust.

Pete watched her face, and then Theo’s. Pete’s eyes also kept drifting down to Clara’s back and ass, which moved back and forth rhythmically pushing against Theo. They screwed slowly enough that she wasn’t pushed forward. Slowly, she took him deeper and deeper into his mouth.

The surrealness of the moment struck Pete. He was watching a woman get fucked by her brother. After she’d been fucked by her father. And he’d been a part of it.

Wherever “normal” was, they’d long left it.

He decided to stop thinking and just enjoy the moment.

Clara got him very hard before she shuddered through a small orgasm. She suggested they switch, and Pete got behind her, rolled a condom on, and slowly screwed her while she sucked her brother. She came again, and they switched once more.

This time Theo came as well. With a small groan, He pushed up hard against his sister’s ass and held still. His abdomen twitched. Clara stopped sucking and hung her head. Once he pulled out, she smiled at Pete.

“Now your turn.”

“Can we change positions?”

“Sure.”

They moved to missionary. Once he was inside her, she hooked her ankles behind his legs and ran her fingernails lightly down his back.