Chapter 7

So, after a very delightful supper of pulled pork, mashed potatoes, green beans, and Hawaiian rolls, washed down by homemade wine for the adults and ice-cold milk for the kids, we dug into a dessert in the form of leftover birthday cake. We grown-ups all stared at each other as we ate and sent each other love texts full of emojis and all that jazz. We also chatted a bit with the youngsters in person, getting a better sense of them as people.

“So ... how did swimming go?” I asked the twins, who both blushed.

“Oh, it was fun, even if Eric splashed us a lot. We splashed him back, of course,” Carrie announced.

“Yes, and then he splashed us again,” Charlotte giggled.

“That I did, so what? It’s a cousin’s right!” Eric chuckled almost like a man for a moment.

“When you’re older, we’ll have to have a little chat about cousins and their ‘rights,’ kiddo,” I told my nephew with a wink for his mother.

“That we will,” Megan gushed, clearly in a certain mood and thinking ahead to later that night.

Not long after that, we put the kids to bed for the night, yes, even the twins. Sansa demanded a bedtime story, so I read “The Little Engine That Could” to her and she rolled her eyes as if it was already too corny. Maybe that was too immature for a precocious nearly seven year old, not to mention from my own family full of smart-ass weirdos. Even so, Sansa hugged me and I gave her a butterfly kiss. Eric was exhausted, so didn’t put up any fight at all, just dozed off in a hurry.

The twins shared a bed, no shocks there, and they both seemed loath to fall asleep. This meant that I would have to be discreet and quieter in my nocturnal activities. I settled for them reading their Kindles for a while with the hope that they would doze off afterward. Who knew what else might be going with them?

“Finally ... some privacy!” Megan told me as she grabbed me and pulled me toward the master bedroom for some fun.

As Megan closed the door behind us, I found myself in a very crowded bedroom ... all of the adults were present. I didn’t know what was up until Megan pushed me onto the bed and freed my stiffening cock. Then she began sucking me to full hardness. I was in my own personal Heaven and I didn’t even know the full facts yet.

“Your final, if late, birthday present, hon. This is your home and the other house is yours, too, of course. You’re the boss, the head of the household, of the family. So ... tell us what to do. All of us. We’ve all agreed to do whatever you like ... all night long. Everything as you wish. Everything. Anything. Anything at all,” Bella whispered in my ear.

“Okay, for starters ... get the camcorder started ... we’re filming this shit!” I ordered them, getting chuckles, giggles, and winks all around.

“Hell, yeah!” Lyle laughed as he put it on the tripod to record this whole thing.

“You girls have ... dildos? What about other sex toys ... vibrators, butt-plugs ... vibrating butt-plugs?” I inquired.

“Yep,” Sally blushed a little as the ladies especially took out a bunch of sex toys.

“Excellent ... a strap-on dildo, eh? Who used that last?” I wondered.

“Me!” Kelly coughed, “on Mark. He begged me to peg him while he was in drag as Marcia.”

“On my last hall pass, yes. I loved it, too! I usually prefer to penetrate, not receive, but hot damn, it was sexy as fuck!” Mark confessed with some slight embarrassment.

“And before that, I used it on Kelly,” Sally admitted now.

“That she did ... up my butt as well as my pussy! I loved every last second of it, especially the anal!” Kelly declared, making Sally blush a little more.

“You even seemed to like the ass-to-mouth part,” Sally reminded her.

“Well, yes, but only because I knew that I’d cleaned my tush out,” Kelly explained, “so I had less cause to worry. It was such a wild thing to do, too.”

“Okay, well, first, I want to see Mary peg Lyle next to me while Megan keeps sucking my dick. Lyle, prepare to lose your anal cherry!” I laughed now.

“Well, you DID say that you were willing, or was that just hot air, babe?” Mary asked her hubby.

“No, Mistress ... I meant it!” Lyle blushed as he confirmed his interest in being sodomized by his own wife.

“Mistress ... I like that ... I could get used to it ... sometimes. Most of the time, though, if you’re doing as I command, just say, ‘Yes, dear.’ That will suffice. Now, get prone so I can bone!” Mary then instructed Lyle.

“Yes, dear,” Lyle laughed awkwardly as he got on his belly and stuck his butt up just a little.