The Storm
Copyright© 2003 by rlfj
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A family finds safety during a blizzard. Over the next few days they discover the exact nature of their rescue, and how it will change their lives.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Romantic Drunk/Drugged Lesbian Heterosexual Incest Mother Sister Father Daughter Swinging Group Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Voyeurism
Tony wandered into the kitchen and leaned back against a counter, watching Phoebe clean up. “Jesus, Phoebe, that getup is absolutely hideous,” he said.
“Why, thank you, Tony,” she said, smiling. “So, what do you think of our guests?” she asked.
“Yeah, have you met them yet?” asked Jeanine, entering from a rear door.
“Just to say hello. I had to run some lanterns and candles in there,” he replied, turning to face Jeanine, and pointing his thumb over his shoulder back at the Great Room. “They get stuck in the snow or something?”
“Ran off the road, apparently,” said Jeanine.
“Well, the women are sure lookers. Did the boss spike their drinks?” The two girls were absolutely classic beauties, perfectly proportioned, but their mother, the woman with the really great set of hooters, now she was a real prize, even if she was older than he was.
“What do you think? I hope it takes effect by tomorrow. He looks cute,” said Jeanine. “I wouldn’t mind getting out of this awful ‘Uniform B’”.
“Well, that’s easily arranged,” offered the handyman, reaching for the maid.
“What, here, in the kitchen?” she laughed back at him.
“Like you’ve never done it in the kitchen?” he came back. He began to unzip his pants.
“What if someone opens the door?” she protested.
“Go in the pantry, you two. No one will be touring there,” interjected Phoebe, chuckling.
“Great!” said Tony. Taking Jeanine by the arm, he steered her towards a small side room. By the time they were inside and towards the back, his massive cock protruded from his pants. It was so big that when fully erect it managed no more than a ninety-degree angle. He pushed her down to her knees and waved its stiffness in her face.
“Well,” she commented, “nothing like a late-night snack!” Jeanine opened her mouth wide and swallowed the hot and spicy sausage whole. This was no mean feat, as Tony erect was eight inches long, and so thick that she had a difficult time wrapping her hand around it. Still, she had practiced on him more than frequently. After only a few minutes deep throating him, she could feel his body tense in preparation for ejaculation. Cupping his huge nuts in her hands, Jeanine squeezed gently, and Tony exploded into her mouth. Almost all his cum flowed straight down her throat, but there was simply so much that she gagged slightly, allowing some to dribble down her chin and onto her blouse.
Jeanine licked her lips and stood upright. Looking down at the mess on her front, she commented, “I hope they don’t need anything else tonight.”
“I’ll cover for you,” said Phoebe from the doorway where she had been watching the pair. “You two can turn in if you want.” Her dress was bunched in one hand at her waist, while the fingers of the other hand probed her puffy and moist pudenda.
Tony simply grinned and pushed Jeanine towards the door. “Thanks a lot.” By the time they had gone out the back way, he had already worked the zipper on Jeanine’s outfit down to her waist.
“Well, here’s a lantern. Come on girls,” said Anita.
“Aw, Mom!” protested Laurie, but more as a pro forma complaint than a real one. Her heart wasn’t in it, and she meekly followed her mother and sister. She, too, stumbled at the doorway.
As they three stepped into the doorway, Malcolm said loudly, “Anita, girls, no wake-up call tomorrow. Just get up when you want to.” The twins waved and left.
“Such charming girls,” said Caroline.
“Drunk, too,” replied John.
Anita led the girls to the room they were to share, across the hall from what was hers and John’s. Caroline had said that Jeanine would lay out some night clothes for them, and she was somewhat concerned. What with Malcolm’s apparent taste in women’s clothing, she rather doubted any pajamas were to be found in the house. She relaxed when she saw several silk chemises on each of the queen-size beds in the room.
Laurie headed for the bathroom as Cory sank into the heavy comforter on her bed. “Oooh. This is pretty!” she said, running her hands over one of the chemises. “We need to be rescued more often.”
Anita laughed. “Yeah? Well don’t plan on a repeat. Listen, you two girls get changed. I’ll be back in a few minutes. I need to find the little Mommy’s room.” She went back into the hall and closed the door behind her.
Anita went into her own room. Several nightgowns were laid out on their bed as well, but these were mostly transparent lace, much more sophisticated than what the girls would wear. ‘Maybe later’, she thought to herself as she went through to the bathroom. Once inside, she unwrapped the skirt and pushed off the tight panties. The relief she felt at their removal was even greater than the relief she gained sitting on the toilet.
‘The hell with it!’ she thought. ‘Nobody here but us chickens.’ After wiping herself, she stood and removed the sweater and the bra. Caroline’s undies had left deep red marks in her back, shoulders, and hips. At least the rest of the outfit fit her well enough. She tugged the tops of the thigh-high stockings a touch higher, then put the cardigan and skirt on again. Caroline’s clothing fit the girls quite nicely, even if pants or long sleeves might be too long. And what with Caroline’s longer legs, her stockings came all the way up to Anita’s crotch. And praise be to God, they all wore the same shoe size! Anita touched up her makeup and hair in the mirror, then went back to her daughter’s room. Knocking, she entered.
Laurie was turning down the sheets on her bed as Cory came out of the bathroom. Both had changed into one of the silk slips. Laurie, ever adventurous, had chosen a multicolored chemise, very short and with the sides slit to the hips. Cory’s wasn’t quite as extreme but did show an awful lot of her shoulders and breasts, being held up by the tiniest of straps. ‘Beggars can’t be choosers’, thought Anita, as she kissed the twins good night. She blew out the lantern as she closed the door on them.
John, Caroline, and Malcolm had retired to the parlor after Anita had taken the girls upstairs. When Anita returned, she found John sitting at one end of a couch, holding a sherry in his hand. She sat down next to him and took the drink from him. She sipped it, then leaned back into the arm he placed around her back. Across from them, Caroline was sitting in an overstuffed armchair, while her husband sat on one of the arms. He stood and went to the bar, where he poured a fourth sherry and handed it to Anita.
“Girls alright?”
“Fine, just tired. It’s been quite a day. I’m a little beat myself.”
“Well, Anita, if you want, go lie down yourself,” said Caroline.
“No, that’s all right. I’ll be fine. Please.” Anita settled back into the protection of her husband’s arm.
John idly rubbed his wife’s shoulder for a moment before he realized no bra strap interrupted his fingers. He shifted his arm slightly and ran his fingers down her back to confirm this. Anita looked at him and smiled. Leaning into him, she whispered into his ear, “I took it off. It was killing me.”
“What about...” he began to ask.
“Them, too.” They smiled at each other, and then she whispered. “Play your cards right, hero, and maybe you’ll get a hero’s reward later.” She snuggled into his side and stretched her legs out.
John wasn’t the only person in the room to notice Anita’s change. Both Caroline and Malcolm had noticed a pronounced sway to her breasts as she had entered the room and were delighted at this. Caroline, seated in front of John and Anita, had a straight shot view up the front of Anita’s skirt to her trim, red pubic hairs. Caroline felt herself moisten at the sight and tried to maneuver her legs so that John could see her naked and shaved pussy.
Anita listened quietly as the other three talked about the origins of the house. She finished her sherry and set it on the coffee table, then snuggled back against John. Finally, her eyes closed, and her head sank down into his lap. She never even noticed the raging erection she was sleeping on.
John smiled at his hosts. “I suppose I should get Sleeping Beauty to bed.”
“Of course,” said Malcolm. “But finish your drink first. This is excellent sherry.”
“John, she’ll never notice,” added Caroline.
The three continued their conversation for another half an hour. John kept continuously glancing down at his wife’s sleeping form. With her legs stretched out, the slit where the skirt wrapped around her gaped wide. Her thighs were exposed to the lace top of the stockings began. John was tremendously turned on by his wife’s unknowing exposure. When John set down his glass, he shifted enough to rouse her.
“Come on, honey, wake up.”
“What?” Anita shook the cobwebs off and sat up.
“Time to call it a night, dear. You fell asleep.”
“I did?”
John stood and helped his wife to her feet. “Yes, you did. You snored.”
Caroline laughed. “Don’t listen to him. You weren’t snoring.”
“Or at least not very loudly,” said John. He took one of the candles and led the way. Anita grabbed a second and followed.
Once in their room, John directed his wife to the bed. “Go to sleep,” he said, and went into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he stripped his borrowed clothes off. He took a short but hot shower and went back to the bedroom.
Anita wasn’t asleep under the covers, not by a long shot. Her brief nap had given her a second wind, and she was looking forward to rewarding the hero. Disdaining Caroline’s loaned nightgowns, she placed them on a chair against the wall, then took off the skirt and sweater. Placing her candle where it would shine upon her best, she lay back on the bed facing the bathroom door. She still had on the stockings and high heels. Fluffing a pillow up under head, she began what she called warm-up exercises. While one hand pinched and rubbed her large and sensitive nipples, the other traced tight circles around her clitoris. She brought her legs up slightly and spread them, allowing her labia to gape open and her honey tunnel to be exposed to the dim light.
John opened the door to the bedroom and stopped in his tracks, staring at his wife masturbating herself. She moved both hands to her pussy and spread her pussy lips wide. “I wasn’t sleepy,” she said.
“I guess not,” said John, smiling. As his cock began to stiffen, he moved his right hand down to help it along. Moving closer, he stood at the edge of the bed, stroking himself erect as he looked down at her.
“Put it in me,” said Anita.
“In a bit. First, I want you to make sure you’re prepared,” replied her husband. “Keep playing with yourself.”
Anita bit her lower lip in silent despair. She enjoyed masturbating for her husband, both because he liked to watch and because she usually got herself off at least once before he entered her. Tonight, she knew she was ready. She felt hot and flushed, and she could feel the trickle of cunt juice running down the crack of her ass. With one hand, she spread her pussy wide and with the other she began rubbing her clit in a circular motion, hard. “Oh, come on, honey, please?” she begged, as she stared down between the mounds of her breasts at John’s stiffness.
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