Chapter 2

While the family walked through the woods, Peter's mind wandered to the encounter he'd had with his grandfather at the beginning of that week. It was still difficult to believe it had happened.

Peter wondered if his mother knew her father was like that. And what about Uncle Dan? Did Gramp ever do the same things with his own son?

Even as he considered the alarming implications, Peter found himself getting aroused. His mind flashed between his grandfather's handsome face filled with cock and Colette's beautiful form perched on top of him. He feared he was degenerating into some kind of sex freak.

They drove for another four hours that day, through the foothills into the very majestic mountain range called the Terrapins. Robert's friend from the Wentworth Club owned five hundred treed acres in a valley in the middle of the Terrapins. The site was serviced with drinking water, a septic tank, and electricity.

Since they had stocked up on food just before they'd climbed the first set of mountains, they would easily last a week and a half here.

Robert parked the RV under a huge pine tree. Their front door looked out onto a grassy clearing and the electrical and water outlets were marked with an orange stake about twenty feet away. It was a perfect spot.

As soon as the RV came to stop, there was a rush for the washroom. Diana got there first and shrugged at the others who would have to wait their turn.

"Shit! It's not fair," cried Wendy. "Just because she was sitting at the back."

"We all have to go, Wendy," Anne soothed. "Just relax."

"If I relax too much I'll pee all over the floor."

Robert motioned his son to the door. "We don't have to wait in line. Nature calls, we'll answer outside."

Peter smiled and followed his father around to the side of the motorhome. But he couldn't unzip his fly until his father did. He felt strangely uncomfortable about exposing himself since he had done so for his grandfather.

Robert nonchalantly pulled out his own penis and started squirting the rocks and leaves underfoot. He noticed Peter staring at his stream and found it odd that his son had not immediately started relieving himself as well. "What's up, Pete? Aren't you busting after the long drive?"

Peter blinked up, finding himself aroused at seeing the heavy tube of flesh his father was holding. "Yeah, I guess." He fumbled with his fly and willed his semi-turgid shaft to soften before he pulled it out.

"I wanted to ask you something Pete," his father said, zipping up and leaning casually against the RV. "Do you know anything about Diana skipping school?"

Peter shrugged. He finished pissing and put his cock safely out of view.

"According to her teachers, she's been away five times in the last two weeks. But she hasn't stayed home."

That was strange indeed. Diana loved school. She wouldn't skip classes unless she had a very good reason. Peter tried to think of what was happening.

Robert walked back to the front door of the RV. "I don't want to ruin the vacation, but I think I should ask her."

"Yeah," Peter agreed, "you should. She will keep doing it unless she knows she isn't getting away with it. Or she might tell you exactly why she hasn't been at class."

Robert nodded, but his sad expression showed the dread with which he approached the task of confronting his daughter.

Diana was at the kitchen table with Anne. Wendy and Colette had gone out for a quick hike before dinner. Peter made himself scarce in the back room, but he knew he would be able to hear every word through the accordion door.

"Diana," Robert started, tipping off Diana with the serious tone of his voice, "I want to ask you an important question, and I don't want you to bullshit me with your answer."

Anne looked questioningly at Robert, but then realized that he had chosen this time to confront her about her truancy.

Diana nodded. She looked nervous, but generally knew her father was unlikely to fly off the handle.

"Have you been skipping school?"

She swallowed hard and looked intently at her fiddling thumbs. "No," she lied.

"No?" Robert prodded. "Why are your teachers' attendance records so wrong?"

She looked pleadingly at her mother. Anne wore the same interrogator's mask as her father. "I don't know. They don't even know who I am I guess."

Anne put her palm over her daughter's fiddling hands. "Diana, don't lie. Tell us the truth now and you'll avoid a spanking."

Diana scoffed. "You can't spank me anymore. I'm too old."

Anne just raised one warning eyebrow.

"Did you skip or not?" Robert asked.

"Okay," Diana shouted with exasperation. "What's the big deal? All the teachers are so stupid, I can catch up in one day."

Robert stood up and loomed over the waif-like girl. "Stand up you lying little bitch."

Anne smiled and watched Robert take charge.

Diana slowly stood up. Her father grabbed her arm and sat down on the bench seat facing the dining table. "I've got news for you, young lady. You are not too old for a spanking. And you should know that lying is worse than telling the truth... always."

Diana looked dejected.

"Take off your jeans," Anne commanded.

"But Mom!" she protested.

"Off! And you panties too. You're getting a proper spanking." Anne winked at her husband.

Diana struggled out of her jeans and pushed her panties off too, but she pulled her t-shirt down to cover herself.

"Now lie across your father's lap," Anne directed.

Diana started sobbing. But she did as she was told.

Robert was treated to a view of his youngest daughter's taut, upturned ass, and the cleft between her legs. The t-shirt did little to cover her in this position. He felt his cock stiffen.

He whacked her tentatively on the buttocks. She squeaked slightly, and continued sobbing.

Anne stood behind her husband and rubbed his shoulders while he spanked their daughter.

Peter was watching through a small crack in the door. He had been rubbing his cock through his jeans, but now pulled it out into the open for a bona fide stroke. He was amazed how sexy he found watching his sister getting spanked.

When Diana's ass was blazing red, Robert decided to stop. But before he let Diana up, he used his thumb and forefinger to spread her asscheeks apart. When the little bud of her asshole was stretching into an oval, Robert winked up at his wife and gestured towards the opening. Anne frowned at him and swatted him on the arm; she mouthed, "Stop it!" But then she hunched to suppress a giggle.

Diana was oblivious to her parents' sexually-oriented trifling. Her butt hurt and her eyes were stinging with tears. She wanted to get up and hide in the back where Colette, Wendy, and Peter slept. She might even hide there for the rest of the vacation. And she would never skip school again.

Finally she was hauled to her feet by her mother, and allowed to leave. She ran into the back room, leaving her jeans and panties on the floor with her parents.

Peter barely had enough time to stuff his prick back into his pants when his sister whipped through the accordion door and flung herself on Colette's bed. He ogled her crimson ass and tried to filter out her gasps and whimpers.

"Cover your fucking ass," he said exasperatedly. "And stop crying." He flung a blanket over her and sat near the top of the bed.

When she looked up at him, she revealed a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot and wet. There was a very unglamorous string of snot joining her upper lip to the bedcovers. Her whole face was puffy and pathetic. Peter had to feel sorry for her.

"It's not fair," she sobbed.

"Of course, it's fair. You fucked off from school and you got caught." Peter shrugged. "Does your ass hurt?" He lifted the blanket and looked at her slightly less fiery butt.

She tried to look back to see for herself. "It still hurts a bit... I can't believe Mom and Dad are such sadists."

He sniffed. "Come on. It was a little spanking."

She started crying again, but was able to say, "Thanks a lot, Peter. You're an asshole." She turned to the wall and continued wailing.

Colette and Wendy returned, but as soon as Wendy saw Diana crying, she shook her head and went back out to play cards with her parents. Colette sat on the edge of the bed beside Peter.

"What happened to her?"

Peter lifted the blanket again and revealed the telling spank marks.

"A whipping? For what?"

"She skipped school."

Colette shook her head knowingly. "Did you watch?" Colette had that impish look in her eyes again.

"Only from in here." He pointed at his crotch to indicate that he had grown a hard-on from the show.

Colette looked intrigued and pressed her own hand into her denim-clad crotch. "And did Daddy spank her hard?"

Diana turned around. "Yeah, pretty hard," she said.

"Aw, you poor thing," Colette comforted. She pulled her little sister close, crushing Diana into her pillowy breasts. She patted Diana's tousled hair. The she moved her hand down and stroked her hot buttocks, trying to gently wipe away the welts.

Diana snuggled into Colette and relished the attention she had been unable to secure from Peter. Her sister's hand on her butt felt very soothing.

Peter watched closely. Perhaps he should have been nicer to Diana. She was certainly responding well. He unconsciously pressed the heel of his hand against the fresh lump in his jeans.

"Are you okay, Peter?" Colette asked.

He realized she had seen him touch himself. "Well, yeah."

Colette just smiled and winked at him.

Later, Robert came to the back of the RV and shooed Colette and Peter away. He sat beside Diana, noting that she had put on a pair of Colette's trackpants.

Diana looked up warily at her father, from under a mop of unkempt hair. She saw that he was no longer angry.

"Do you want to talk, little girl?" he asked gently.

She smiled. "Sure, Daddy."

"Does your butt still hurt?"

She nodded. "Only a little."

"I bet you really thought we would never have spanked you, huh?" He held her hand now.

She shrugged. "I guess I deserved it."

"You sure did. But I just want to be sure that it had some effect. Are you going to cut class anymore?"

She violently shook her head. "No way, Daddy."

"Because I'll whip your cute little ass harder next time. And I'm very serious about that. Do you understand?" He raised a warning eyebrow and waited for her to nod.

After securing that confirmation, he hugged her close and patted her tousled hair. Then he went back out to join the rest of the family.

Anne was up cooking breakfast at six-thirty the following morning. A breeze and the sounds of birds in the trees came through the kitchen window. She was wearing panties and a t-shirt, but started to feel a little chilled so she threw on a flannel robe.

Robert lay in bed and watched her. He was constantly amazed at how sexy she could look after just getting up in the morning. Her body was so sleek and wonderful, that it looked great even in a ratty old robe.

Anne went into the back area to wake up the kids. They were all fast asleep. Peter was lying uncovered on his back. His muscular young body was temptingly displayed, covered with just a thin pair of cotton briefs.

Diana poked her head out of the bunk above Colette's bed. "Morning, Mom," she whispered. "Are you cooking breakfast already?" Her spanking was all but forgotten.

"Yeah, wake up and get in the shower early so we can get up to the mountains before it gets too hot."

Because of the way the bathroom in the RV was designed, to save space the entire room acted as a shower stall, so there was nowhere that stayed dry. Anne had decreed that towels would be set aside specifically for towelling down the room after they all finished their morning showers.

Diana gingerly undressed in the kitchen area, fully aware of her father's lingering glances as she exposed herself. She kept smiling back at him, trying to cover as many strategic parts as possible. Diana couldn't help thinking about his lecture to her on the subject of womenand his use of the terms 'bitch' and 'cunt'. She also pondered the spanking he had administered to her the previous night.

Despite her anxiety over being forced to display herself to her father, Diana also found it titillating. Her pussy juiced up a little and she tried in vain not to think dirty thoughts.

Robert, who had given up trying to stop thinking his perverted thoughts, watched his youngest daughter undress. He imagined the lithe little thing riding up and down, impaled on a young stud's massive cock. He remembered how he had enflamed her tight little butt last night. And he remembered parting those sweet little cheeks to glimpse her asshole.

The holiday ended before any of the Crawford's were ready. It had been a pivotal time for all of them.

Robert felt especially refreshed and rejuvenated. Two weeks in close quarters with his beautiful family had been magnificent. He was sad to see it end, but was raring to go back to work.

Colette felt like she had opened all sorts of new possibilities by embarking on the sexual odyssey with her brother. Yet she felt so sinful that she continued to fight every moment that she felt even a twinge of lust.

Peter, who had enjoyed his encounter with Colette, was more concerned about his new fascination with the male body. He had desperately wanted to touch his father's cock several times on the trip, but had managed to curb his desire before he acted.

Diana and Wendy were both changed in their own ways. Wendy harboured the knowledge of her older siblings' obscene coupling, and Diana bore the confusion caused by her role in her father's barely disguised lechery.

Anne, ever the vigilant mother, sensed this change in her family and was intrigued.

Emily Treville took the elevator down to the fortieth floor where the marketing department was spread out into various offices and cubicles. She went down the long corridor to the telemarketing division and waved at Colette Crawford through the glass.

Colette left a file folder with one of her telemarketing reps and greeted Emily out in the hall.

"Hi, Emily. What can I do for you?"

Several of the male callmakers paused between calls and ogled the pair of beauties on the other side of the glass. Colette, their boss, was stunning, but they were used to her. When the black chick from upstairs came down, though, they had a hard time concentrating. As the two buxom babes talked, their tits almost touched. The black girl's skirt was even shorter than Colette's, and they both had incredible legs.

Back in the hall, Emily was telling Colette about a formal dinner that the president of Tigress Industries was hosting at the Hotel Wentworth tomorrow night.

"He's a really high roller. And he's in the mood to thank the Crawford company for selling so much of his product," Emily explained.

"Okay, I'm glad my dad could get me an invitation. It sounds great."

"Actually, you got your own invitation straight from Tigress. Your dad says he had nothing to do with it." Emily handed her a gold embossed card. "But now that you're invited, your dad wants you to come upstairs after work to get an outfit. The tailor is coming to do a fitting at five-thirty. Can you make it?"

Colette shrugged. "Yeah, if it's a normal day." She smiled and touched Emily's arm. "Wow, Emily. This is fantastic. Thanks."

Emily leaned in and kissed Colette on the cheek. She regretted it even before she pulled away. Just because you're fucking the girl's father, Emily scolded herself, doesn't mean you can start acting like best friends with her. But when she saw Colette's face, her glance was met with a big smile. Colette was obviously not offended by this minor display of affection.

Colette hastened the last of her workers out at five-thirty and rushed upstairs to her father's office.

The tailor was a dapper old gentleman with pins in his mouth and a measuring tape around his neck. He wore a full three-piece suit, but had doffed the jacket for the work of measuring.

"Come in Colette," her father summoned. He motioned her to a seat in the armchair. "We're almost finished, right Leo?"

Leo nodded and smiled pinnily at Colette.

Robert felt the man's hands running the tape measure around, marking with blue chalk, and pinning the tuxedo in various places. There was an awkward moment when Leo tried to determine which side Robert hung his cock on without asking out loud. He squeezed gently and finally determined that Robert was wearing briefs and not boxers.

Colette realized what was happening and giggled behind her hand. She was anxious about having the naughty little man run his hands over her. But she didn't dread it.

Robert switched places with his daughter and watched Leo get to work.

Leo didn't say a wordhis mouth was too full of pins. Instead he boldly pulled off Colette's suitjacket. Then he pointed to the rest of her outfit and looked questioningly at Robert.

Robert smiled. "He'll get a better idea of your measurements if you didn't have so many clothes on sweetheart."

Colette frowned. "Does he want me naked?" she asked sarcastically.

"I'm sure he does, but he just needs your skirt and blouse off for now." Robert chuckled to himself and watched Leo ogle his daughter.

Colette sighed and started unbuttoning her blouse. Then she dropped her skirt and stepped out of it. Finally she removed her blouse and dropped it on the skirt. "There." She felt like she was at the doctor's office.

Leo had to shake himself back into action when he saw Colette's bra-covered tits. They were magnificent. But he had a job to do and Mr. Crawford wasn't paying for someone to drool over his daughter.

The girl cooperatively held her long blonde tresses up while he measured her bustline, but he had to caution her not to change the shape of her body. It gave him a chance to measure her tits twice. When Leo wrapped the measuring tape around Colette's various other sumptuous curves, he inhaled deeply at the perfume of her body. His hands moved expertly up the smooth thighs and tapped the end of the measuring tape into her silk-covered crotch. She jumped a little, but stood steady.

Robert watched in fascination.

When the measurements were finished, it was time to select a style of evening gown. While Colette dressed, Leo hauled out a large black binder, filled with colour glossies of models wearing his designs. They ranged from classically elegant to downright slutty. Although Colette was attracted to the gauzy see-through white shift, she used her better judgment and selected a low-cut, full-length black gown, sleeveless and with a low-slung back.

"I'm not sure you'll like that, Miss Crawford," Leo cautioned.

"Why not?" she asked indignantly.

"Well, I'm afraid your... you'll be exposing more than you intend." He nervously gestured towards her breasts.

She smiled. "I see that little bitch wearing it. Her tits are the same size as mine."

Leo was shocked at the language the young lady used, but it didn't seem to faze her father. "That young woman is a bigger lady all around. She fills in the gaps, if you know what I mean. You my dear are so slender that the side of the dress will present a delightful... er... embarrassing view around to the front."

Colette sighed. She knew what Leo was saying. She often had that trouble with halter-tops. "Okay, can you make the back a little less scooped. Maybe more like a V?"

Leo primped at the side of Colette's suit jacket. "Or perhaps you'd be happier with a jacket to cover the dress, but as you become more comfortable with your company, you may decide to throw caution to the wind."

She giggled. Leo was quite an odd fellow. She liked him. "You mean I can wear this with a jacket?" It didn't seem right to her.

"Very chic! You'll put all the other women to shame." Leo was excited about his creative idea, but the truth was that he already had the gown made and he didn't have time for altering it to the extent she wanted. He'd hardly have enough time to sew it to fit her unusually perfect shape.

Colette felt pressure on her butt and was about to tell Leo he was doing too thorough a measurement when she realized it was her father's hand. Instead of scolding him, she discreetly wiggled up against his palm. Leo noticed nothing.

When Leo was packed up and gone, Colette turned to her father and shook a finger at him. "What was that little butt- squeezing all about, Daddy?"

He grinned. "I was actually sizing you up against your mother. You are becoming such a woman."

Colette shook her head. "You're very naughty, Daddy. I think I've had enough men feeling me up today. I'm going home." She left quickly.

Although surprised by her initially positive reaction to his bold move to feel her ass, Robert was even more shocked by her walking out of the office so briskly. He thought for a moment that she would allow him to further his lusty designs on her. In a way he was glad she hadn't, he was becoming an unstoppable pervert lately.

Colette sat in her car for a moment, breathing deeply. Her cunt juice was seeping through her panties. Her father had aroused her deeply. And she was trying to forget about it. She tried not to think about his strong mature body naked, as she'd seen it during the trip. She tried not to imagine what his thick cock would be like when it was hard. And she tried not to translate all of those images into the tryst she'd had with her brother.

She started the car and peeled out of the dark parking lot.

When she got home she went straight into the shower. It was less than two minutes when Peter sauntered into the bathroom and leaned up against the wall.

"Get out of here, Peter," she whispered harshly.

"What's the problem, sis?" He was puzzled.

She rinsed off quickly and grabbed a towel. Wrapping herself, she tried to ensure that she was not giving Peter a free show. "Get out, now!"

Peter held open his arms. "Come on sis, just a quick little fuck to prove it wasn't a dream."

She sneered at him. "You can just keep dreaming. I'm not going to start fucking everyone in my family just because I happen to get horny every once in a while."

Peter was baffled even more by this tirade. "Hey," he said quietly, "I didn't think you minded having my prick inside you. Was I wrong?"

Her shoulders sank. She was losing her defiance. "Christ, Peter. You are a bastard. Why can't you just listen to me?"

"Because your pussy talks a whole different language." He raised his eyebrows cheekily and stepped towards her.

She looked at the lump in her brother's jeans. He was raring to go despite her indictment. She smiled at him. "You are a little pervert aren't you?" Then she dropped her towel and planted a long wet kiss on his mouth.

They were entwined for a long time and then Peter pushed his sister down so she was sitting on the toilet. "I want you to suck my cock."

She shook her head. "No. I can't." Every fibre said it was wrong.

But his rock hard prick was already waving in her face. It smelled like sex: musky and sweet. The veins were pulsing and the tip exuded a little clear drop of goo. If a cock ever needed something, this one sure needed sucking, she thought.

"Okay," she said in a tiny voice. Then she slowly opened her mouth and moved towards the helmet of his cock.

It was the sexiest thing Peter had ever seen. Her hesitation was highly erotic. This was different from Sharon's animal ferocity in oral sex.

She sucked it for a while, but then realized Peter was likely going to cum without warning. She stopped and squeezed the base of his shaft. "Don't," she said, "not yet."

"Let me lick you then." He crouched to push his face into her naked crotch.

She giggled and pushed him away. "Stop it, Peter. I have to pee. Give me some privacy for a minute and I'll meet you in your room."

He stood up and crossed his arms. Smirking, he said, "I'm not leaving. I guess you'll just have to piss in front of me."

She shook her head. "No way."

"Why not?" he pleaded. "I did it for you. Remember? In the park?"

She stood up and nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, but I was just... it's not the same."

He pushed her back against the toilet tank and insinuated a hand between her legs, fingering her juicy cunt. "Come on, Colette. Piss for me."

"No. No way." But her voice trembled.

"Come on."

A strange look passed across her face and Peter felt hot wetness cover his groping fingers. She was pissing standing up. And it was flowing over his hand.

They looked down and watched the yellow cascade spill across the toilet lid and down onto the white bathmat. Her thighs were dripping, and she spread her feet to avoid standing in the spreading puddle. Peter rubbed the stream between his thumb and forefinger, relishing the feel of his sister's urine.

She started giggling, and the flow became sporadic. Finally it stopped, except for a few drops, and she said, "Wow, that was incredible. Did you like it?"

Peter brought his hand up and stared disbelievingly at the wet sheen. He nodded, "Mmm-hmm."

She grinned at him and then pulled his face to hers, kissing him with her lips parted and her tongue darting. They both sniffed at the harsh smelling pool below them and smiled naughtily at each other.

Benjamin Peel pulled his Cadillac into a parking space at the Crawford buidling. It was quite early on Friday morning and most workers had yet to make it in.

He hopped on the elevator and went up to the forty-first floor.

Emily was at her desk and greeted Benjamin by getting to her feet and taking his arm. She guided him directly into Robert's office.

"Mr. Crawford will be in soon, I'm sure, Mr. Peel. Can I get you a coffee while you wait?"

Benjamin smiled and glanced across the young black woman's chest. She had large breasts, discreetly displayed under a sheer white blouse. "That would be nice. Thank you."

She wrapped her suit jacket around herself and left to get the coffee. She was surprised at the old guy's ogling; he was normally such a gentleman. Then she smiled and wondered if horniness was something Mr. Peel and Mr. Crawford had in common.

Robert came in before Emily could serve Mr. Peel his coffee, and he kissed her on the mouth as he rushed past her.

He hurried into his office and saw Ben looking out the window. "Oh, hi Ben. Hang on a second while I make one quick phone call."

Ben sipped his coffee and watched Emily bending over at the file cabinet while Robert talked to a supplier in Italy. Finally, Robert hung up and greeted Ben with a hearty handshake and a slap on the back.

"What brings you by, Ben?"

"Seats at the ball game. Two in the front row. I thought you and Peter might be interested."

Robert's eyebrows went up. "Shit, Ben, I thought you'd want to keep them. Those are tough to get."

"The sales guy from Kraft is always passing stuff like this on to me. Angela insists on going to some highbrow party tonight so I'm out of luck. You interested or not?"

Robert held out his hand. "Well, I've got a Tigress deal tonight. Tell Angela to find her own date, and maybe you and Peter could go?"

Benjamin chuckled and slapped the tickets into Robert's hand. He knew it was a little too early to force Peter into being alone with him. "You find someone to go with Peter." Then he wistfully glanced into the outer office and shook his head in Emily's direction. "Well, Robert, you've sure set yourself up nicely here. That black bitch is something else. She's gorgeous. How the hell can you concentrate with her around?"

Robert shrugged. "She's a great worker."

"Have you fucked her?" Ben squinted inquisitively.

Robert blushed a little. His father-in-law was just one of the boys, and he had confided in him many times. But how would Ben feel if he knew that his son-in-law was cheating on his daughter?

The pause was long enough for Benjamin to draw his own conclusions. "You old rascal! You actually got into her panties, didn't you? You lucky bastard!"

Robert smiled and nodded. "She's incredible. Like a fantasy come true."

"How does she compare to Anne?"

Benjamin was still smiling, but the tone of his question made Robert hesitate. "Well... Anne's incredible in her own ways."

"Like what?" Ben prodded.

"Well..." he said again, "your daughter gives better head than any woman I've ever known."

Benjamin nodded thoughtfully, as if Robert had just told him about a new product line or something. "Yes, I can imagine." And Benjamin looked like he was literally imagining his daughter giving head.

Robert coughed. "Do you think about Anne or Caroline that way?" Perhaps his own perverted thoughts about Diana, Wendy, and Colette were not so unusual.

"How could a father have beautiful kids like we've got and not think dirty thoughts once in a while? It's not like we act on them." Benjamin voiced the last sentence almost as a question.