Remember ... a love story, NOT a fairytale

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Lainey settled into my – our – house quite easily. But you know how it is when you have furniture that you’ve always had in one place for maybe years and try to fit it into someplace new. So one Saturday when Lainey was going out to do some shopping, as she was leaving she asked, “Jimmy, you know that walnut dresser that’s in the corner? Could you try moving it to the other wall and we can see how it works there?”

“Sure Mo... Lainey.” After a lifetime of my mother asking-telling me to do chores it was natural to fall into the old habits. Like calling her “Mom.” Had to work on that.

Anyway, when I thought about moving the beautiful dresser, the one Mom and Dad had all the years I was growing up and probably years before that, I realized that with all the drawers full there was no way I could possibly move it all by myself. On the other hand, if I just removed the drawers, even just the few heaviest, I’d be able to move the thing to where Lainey said she wanted it.

I slid out the bottom drawer, the biggest one, and placed it carefully on the bed. No, wait a minute – better turn down the bedspread – don’t want to get yelled at for leaving marks or damaging the spread. Seeing that it was still too heavy for me, I did the same with the next-to-bottom drawer, and as I was placing it – carefully – on the bed next to the first one I noticed the distinctive yellow color of one of those envelopes that the drugstores or photo shops used to give you when you picked up your photos.

I thought that maybe they were old pictures from when Mom and Dad were first married, or maybe even some pictures of me when I was a baby. I opened the envelope and took out the fairly thick stack of pictures, and the very first thing I saw was a picture of a young girl, maybe thirteen or so.

“Who the heck is this,” I thought, “and why would Lainey have pictures of some girl?” But then the next picture caught the girl’s face from a slightly different angle, and I realized – it was Lainey! I’d never seen these pictures before. Or any pictures of her childhood, for that matter.

This I gotta see!

So I started going through them. The first ones look like they might have been taken at a beach or at a lake – I didn’t recognize it, so it might have been from a family vacation somewhere. In the first ones she was wearing a swim suit – a two-piece thing that was cute for a girl her age, with ruffles around the waist and across the top. And even at that age the slim body and her long legs were apparent.

Anyhow, there were several shots like that, with her cavorting and acting up, but the next showed her wearing a different swim suit, and this one was far less modest than the little-girl-cute one in the first photos. In fact, it was almost sexy – a true bikini, not extreme, but still, a real bikini – hip-hugging, cut higher in the crotch, and with a bikini top that was narrower and... clingier ... than the first suit. I thought, “Jeez, if I’d been in her school classes I’d be falling all over myself trying to date her.”

I looked at the dates printed on the photos. These were a little more than a year after the first ones. She was posing in these, too. But it wasn’t like the clowning around in the first pictures. These poses were intended to be... sexy? In the first one she was standing with her hip cocked and one arm raised behind her head. In the next one she had her back turned to the camera and half her bikini bottom has crept up into the crack of her firm little butt.

The next one went even farther. The back of her bikini top was unfastened, but that wasn’t the part that ... In this one, she was looking back over her shoulder, with a look that practically screamed, “Do you like me this way? Does this make you want to do something to me?”

And if you looked, just at the edge of the photo there was a woman who I recognized as her mother – “Gram.” And she was looking straight at her daughter, at this display, and her look was one of... approval? Gram was watching all of this, and she was good with it – apparently, real good with it!

There were a few more beach shots like that, and each one seemed to get more suggestive than the last. There was one of her standing next to a man that I recognized as my Grandpa Bill – her father, and she was kind-of snuggled up against him and he had his arm resting lightly around her shoulders.

But the next one ... Still standing together with Grandpa Bill, except in this one his hand that’s around her is beneath her arm, resting, and it looked like his fingers were pressing against the side of her developing breast. And if you looked close, it looked for all the world like her slim hand was resting ever-so-lightly on her dad’s bare thigh...

And it hit me! Who’s taking these pictures?? It has to be Gram – her mother! And she has to be okay with this or she wouldn’t be taking these pictures, right?

Then another thought hit me: Is there any chance that her mother was directing these poses – telling her husband to press his fingers against his daughter’s breast, suggesting to her daughter that she “might want to put her hand on her father - there”? WTF?

The next several pictures showed her in the same bikini, but they weren’t on a beach anymore. Now she was reclining on a bed, with one knee raised and one arm stretched out on the pillow above her.

WTF again! These are “cheesecake photos” – intentionally posed to be provocative but still technically “decent.” I had to keep looking.

There were several like that on the bed, except each one got progressively more and more... suggestive. The next one was posed like the one before, but in this one, instead of her arm being stretched out above her head it was laying on her thigh suggestively near the “V” between her slim thighs. In the next one her hand was at the top of the bikini bottoms, and you could see enough to see that several of her fingertips had crept just inside the waistband.

In the next photos the bikini bottoms were pulled up into her crotch. The last one was from behind. She was on her hands and knees, her bikini pulled all the way up into her butt crack. It didn’t look like she was even wearing the top.

Pheew! This, and I was only about half-way through the stack of photos.

Now the bikini swim suit is gone. It’s been replaced by lingerie – silky, clingy lingerie. And the same kinds of poses, except that the lingerie is semi-transparent and you can see the dark nipples forming hard little nubs under the bra, and you could clearly see the dark crack between her now-shapely buttocks, and you could see the little cleft between her legs – and you could see that her three fingers had now crept most of the way down to that sweet little cleft!

Hell, yes, I had a hard-on!

And on and on. But the real icing on the cake were the photos of her with Gram and Grandpa Bill.

One that really got to me showed Lainey and her mother – who I never knew was such a great-looking woman – sitting in a large arm chair and Lainey was sitting cross-wise on her lap, and they had their arms around each other and were kissing. And as you might guess, it was not a sweet mother-daughter kiss, and though you couldn’t see it you could still imagine their tongues moving around inside each other’s mouths.

And then there were the ones with her dad – the one with them sitting in a chair, maybe the same chair in the picture with her mother. And like the one with her mother, she was sitting across his lap and they were kissing, like with her mom, and her arms were around him, and he had one arm around her shoulders while the other hand was resting high up on her slim, wide-open young thighs.

And the one that really stuck with me, even today, is the one of them standing and hugging, and his one hand is squeezing her butt cheek and the other hand is on her tit, and she has one leg over his thigh like she’s humping it.

I wondered – did she really do that – grind her pussy on her dad’s leg, maybe ‘til she came?

I also wondered if there were any more photographs like this, and did they show things that went even farther than what was in the pictures I was looking at?

And if so – where are those photographs...?

I was able to keep my hands out of my pants until I got the dresser moved to where Lainey wanted it (and got the drawers off of the bed and back in the dresser). And just when I thought I couldn’t take it any more and had to do something to relieve the pressure I heard Lainey’s key in the door.

I’m sure she was surprised as hell when I snatched her packages out of her hands and pulled her inside and locked the door, then took her in my arms and mashed my lips against hers and dragged her into the bedroom – the bedroom with the dresser – and the pictures – and threw her down on the bed and yanked off her skirt and ripped off her peach-colored satin panties and got my pants loose enough that they fell to the floor,...

And I fell on her and I just fucked her like that, with her torn shirt and her ripped panties. And this was not like our usual sex, when we’re both fucking each other. This time it was me, fucking her, practically assaulting her – except for the part where she kept gasping, “Yes ... yes ... yes...”

... and then I fucked her again.

We’re lying there afterward. At a time like this we would be smoking, that is, if either of us smoked. But instead we just lay there, my arm under her head, her snuggled into me, still dressed from the waist up in the clothes she’d gone shopping in. And when she turned to me it looked like something caught her eye.

“So you found the pictures, huh?”

I looked, and I could see that she was looking at the yellow photo envelope that I’d left on the bedside table.

“I think when I asked you to move that old dresser, secretly I was hoping that you’d find them. But first let me get this blouse off and get into something more comfortable.” She finished unbuttoning her blouse – I guess I must have ripped some of the buttons off when I attacked her – and she picked her skirt up off the floor and smoothed it and laid it over a chair arm.

Then she picked up the panties that I’d ripped off, held them up to look at them, then looked at me and smiled.

“Throw them out? Or do you want to keep them as a souvenir?” as she tossed them aside and got one of her good dressing gowns from the closet. This time it was a silky lavender number. Then she said to me, “Why don’t you step out of those pants before you trip and kill yourself.”

I stood up and stepped out of my slacks and briefs that were tangled around one foot. For some reason I kept my pullover rugby shirt on.

“Why don’t you take that shirt off and put this on instead?” She took my light cotton spa robe out of the closet and tossed it the short distance over to me.

“Come on – let’s sit over here.” She took my hand and led us to the comfy loveseat that was just small enough to fit comfortably in the bedroom.

I felt like I needed to say something first. But the only thing I could think of was, “How...?”

She smiled – almost laughed – then leaned across the loveseat and quickly kissed my cheek.

“I guess that is a pretty good place to start, isn’t it?

“I guess when I was growing up I was always a little show-off. Or maybe a little exhibitionist.” She smiled. “As far back as I can remember I used to run around in my panties whenever I could, and when I started developing hips and my ass I think I would actually strut some. I’d stand with my hips cocked, or maybe take every chance to wiggle my ass when I walked, and I’d always make sure that someone – Mom or Dad – was there to see it.

“Also, I remember that after a shower I’d leave the door open enough that if my parents walked by they could see me, or I’d take my time walking back to my bedroom – and I always seemed to ‘forget’ my bathrobe. So, yeah, I wanted other people to see me naked, or as close to it as possible. And since the only people around were my parents, that’s who saw me.

“The other thing is, for as long as I can recall I’ve always had this ‘thing.’ I guess now you’d say I always had a strong sex drive. Of course then I didn’t know what it was but I remember I always seemed to have this itchy-squirmy feeling at the bottom of my tummy, and I think my parents and especially my mom picked up on this. When I think about it later, I think she was so quick to see it because that’s the way she was.

“And like you’d imagine, with all these strong feelings I was getting most of the time I started touching myself there. And then I found more and more ways to touch myself, and then it seemed like I wanted to put something inside me ‘down there’ so I started looking for things that were what seemed like they’d be the right shape for it, although I wasn’t quite sure what ‘it’ was. But soon there was a steady stream of things – hairbrush handles, carrots, toys – I remember forcing the arm of my ‘Lovely Linda’ doll up inside me – even hot dogs, and when I got bigger down there I discovered that cucumbers come in lots of different sizes.

“And of course I knew that my parents did things in the bedroom when they were naked. They tried to be quiet most of the time, but then later on it seemed like they weren’t trying to be so quiet anymore when they did stuff in the bedroom. I don’t think my brain knew it yet, but somehow I knew that what they were doing had to do with the funny feeling between my legs that was always there. So one night when they were in bed doing what they were doing I slipped into their bedroom, and like most nights I already had my panties off, so I just slid into the bed with them.

“Mom was laying on top of Dad, and he had his head between her legs and he seemed to be licking her or something and she was laying the other way on him, and his ‘thing’ – I didn’t know what to call it then – was sticking up and she was putting her mouth down over it and sliding her hand up and down on it, so I just got into the bed and stuck my face down where my mother’s head was doing that thing with my dad’s cock.

“The thing is, she wasn’t angry or upset. In fact, now that I think of it she didn’t even seem the least bit surprised. Instead, she just took her mouth off Dad and bent his thing over toward my mouth.

“So of course I knew that she was offering to let me do what she’d been doing so I opened my mouth and she guided Dad’s cock into it and some kind of ‘instinct,’ I guess you’d say, took over.

“Mom gently guided my head up on down on my father’s cock until I seemed to get the hang of it, and then she started moving her one hand up and down on it again, and then she used her other hand and pressed down on my head so Dad’s cock was going deeper and deeper into my mouth, and then my dad made this noise, kind of like a grunt or a groan, and all of a sudden he’s squirting his cum in my mouth, and all the time he’s doing it I can hear his voice saying, ‘Oh, fuck, Carol, I’m gonna cum – I’m cumming in the little slut’s mouth...!’

“I guess I must have kept it all in my mouth because I didn’t know then what I was supposed to do with it, but then I looked up at Mom – I still had Dad’s cock in my mouth – and she automatically knew what I was thinking and she said, ‘Swallow it, Ellie – swallow your dad’s cum.’ So I did, I swallowed all of it. Of course it tasted weird, but I was kind of curious about it and I knew that I wanted to try more of it...”

Lainey stopped her story and looked directly at me and smiled. “That’s worked out nicely for you, hasn’t it, you nasty little boy?”

I smiled, in agreement.

“So Mom, being a good mother and concerned about her daughter’s welfare, told my dad, “Bill, why don’t you repay your little girl’s favor?” She rolled over onto her back and said, ‘Here, Ellie, sweetheart, lay back on the – here, like this,’ and she guided me back onto her and said, ‘Now open your legs – wide, yes, like that,’ and then my father slid in between my legs and ate his baby girl to her first real sexual orgasm.

“After that, the doors were pretty much wide open...”

I found that I had almost stopped breathing from when Lainey told me about getting into her parents’ bed and taking her dad’s cock into her mouth, and then the cumming and then finishing with her father eating her to a climax.

When I resumed breathing the first thing I could think of saying was, “So you and your dad...?”

“Yes, and Mom, too.” Then one of those thoughtful pauses. She apparently decided to tell me the rest. “When I got older and understood more about myself I realized that my mother had a very strong sex drive – that’s probably where I got mine and why she was able to recognize mine so early.

“But, yes, after that first time there were pretty much no limits on what we did with each other, so yeah – I did lots of things with my mother. But I think what she really liked, I think she really like watching her husband screw their daughter – I think that’s what really turned her on.”

Then the thought came to me – my dad?

“Did Dad know?”

“Oh, yeah, he knew. I thought it was something that was important for him to know about so I simply left the pictures in the top dresser drawer that he and I shared so he’d be sure to find them. He obviously knew what they were immediately.” She paused.

“WELL? What’d he say?”

“His very first question was, ‘How old were you...?’ I told him, since I was fourteen.”

“And his very next question was, ’Still?’

“That was a little trickier to answer. My Mom and Dad and I pretty much stopped doing things when it was obvious that your dad and I were headed toward getting married...”

Well, that’s a relief – I guess...

But then she said, “Well, except for the morning of our wedding day. We didn’t talk about it, but we all knew that things were changing and that this might be our last chance ... So I ended up standing there in front the judge with my cunt full of my dad’s cum, and I don’t know if Jim was able to taste of my mom’s pussy on my mouth when he kissed me.”

Too much information?

But as Lainey continued her incredible story I found myself getting harder and harder.

But then I got this thought, and it was both terrifying and terribly exciting.

“So once Dad found out about you and your parents, did you and Dad ever...,” but before I could finish asking my question Lainey interrupted me, almost like she was trying to sidetrack me from where I might be going.

She started to say something and then there was this pause, like she does when she’s trying to decide whether to say something or not. I guess she decided.

“You know your cousin, Danielle?” Yes, Danielle, Lainey’s cousin Ginger’s daughter, their only child. “Well, you know how everyone says how much you two resemble each other...?” But then she stopped, like she was going to say some more but then changed her mind and instead said, “But I thought you wanted to know about the pictures.”

Oh, yeah – the pictures.

“And that picture with you grinding your ... yourself against his leg? Did you keep doing it, until you came?”

“That particular time?” That particular time? “That picture, I don’t know if I rubbed myself off or if we fucked?”

If they fucked? She said it so matter-of-factly that I wasn’t even able to mount a reaction. Instead I asked, “And the one with you sitting on your mom’s lap and the two of you kissing...?”

Lainey smiled, more like leered, actually.

“You know, Jimmy, since you’re curious about that picture where I’m rubbing against Dad’s leg, instead of me telling you what we did maybe I could just show you...”

She pressed my shoulders back so that I was lying against the throw cushion at one end of the loveseat and untied my robe and pulled the lapels open. Then she pulled the top of her lavender gown apart and let it fall back over her shoulders.

“Do you want to know what Dad and I did after that picture that’s got you so curious – the one where I’m straddling his leg and you can’t tell if I’m rubbing my pussy on his hard thigh ... do you want to know what we did...”

Heck yes I wanted to know!

“Well, Daddy slid down in the chair, and I lifted my legs over him...,” she lifted her leg and straddled me on the loveseat, her pussy right over my cock that was sticking straight up from my groin, and stayed there like that, one hand steadying herself on my shoulder, her other hand around my cock while she was asking me,

“Do you want to know what we did then? Daddy took his big, hard cock, and he rubbed the tip against my pussy – my wet teenage pussy. Can you do that, Jimmy – can you rub the tip of your big cock on my wet ... teenage ... pussy ... lips?” But before I could do anything Lainey took my cock in her delicate fingers and rubbed the tip against her pussy, rubbing it through her “wet ... teenage ... pussy ... lips...”

“And then do you know what we did then, Jimmy? I don’t have to tell you what we did, do I, Jimmy? Because you and I both know – I lowered myself...,” and she lowered herself, and the tip of my cock slid inside her amazingly wet pussy, “and I kept lowering myself...,” and she kept lowering herself onto my cock, ” ... until his big ... daddy ... dick was all the way inside my sweet little teenage pussy...”

... and she lowered herself onto me, until her “sweet little teenage pussy” had completely devoured my big daddy-dick.

And I couldn’t believe it, but it was like my cock – my “daddy-dick” – was buried to the hilt in Lainey’s – in my mother’s – sweet little teenage pussy!

“And then you know what we did, Jimmy? I moved my hips, and I slid my hard little teenage clit back and forth on my Daddy’s dick until I came, and then he came in me, and he poured all his hot ... creamy ... daddy ... cum inside his little girl’s sweet teenage pussy. Do you think you can do that, Jimmy – do you think you can pour all your creamy ... hot ... daddy ... cum inside your little girl’s tight ... teenage ... pussy? Well, do you, Daddy – do you think you can do that?”

I do. I pour all my hot, creamy daddy-cum inside my little girl’s hot, tight, teenage pussy...

... and after I finished pouring my cum into Lainey’s “sweet teenage pussy” I just had to keep it going.

“And what did you and your daddy do after he poured all his hot creamy cum into your tight little teenage pussy?”

Without missing a beat, Lainey said, “Knowing my daddy, he pulled me up, so my pussy was right over his mouth, and he licked and sucked all his cum out of my pussy.” She looked down at me from above and smiled, this kind of sarcastic smirk.

“How about it, Jimmy? Would you be a good daddy – would you lick your little girl’s pussy clean after you came inside her – after you filled her little-girl cunt with your nasty daddy cream...?”

Yes – yes I would. I did lick and suck all the nasty daddycream out of my little girl’s sweet cunt...

But my thoughts about my own father wouldn’t go away. Then all of a sudden I remembered, how Lainey’d brought up my cousin Danielle, Lainey’s cousin Ginger’s daughter, their only child, and how everyone used to say how much she and I resemble each other – practically like we were brother and sister...?”

Oh, fuck! Was Lainey hinting that my dad had gotten her mom pregnant, and that Danielle, my “cousin,” the one that everyone says looks so much like me, is really my half-sister!

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“Jimmy, I can’t seem to find my two cashmere sweaters. I’ve looked everywhere – the only place I can think where they might be is that old armoire in the back bedroom. I have to get to the dry cleaners before they close – could you please look for them for me? Thanks, Love – I’ll be back in an hour, latest.” A quick kiss and she was out the door.

I finished my coffee and put the mug in the dishwasher and headed off for the back bedroom where we’d put the furniture that we didn’t know what to do with but didn’t want to get rid of, either.

I turned on the ceiling light and opened the two doors of the old oak wardrobe and was immediately greeted by the smell of the cedar blocks that Lainey used in the belief that they would repel moths. Like an obedient son, I started poking around, trying to find two cashmere sweaters that I had no idea Lainey even had. But on the second shelf, near the front, was something I recognized immediately. Two of those distinctive yellow photo envelopes. You know – the kind I found several months ago in the old dresser – the ones that had all the pictures of Lainey “growing up?”

So here’s my dilemma. On one hand, if I look at these pictures am I going to see some things that I might not want to see, learn some things about Lainey and maybe my dad that I wasn’t sure I wanted to know?

On the other hand,...

I opened the flap on the top envelope and pulled out a half-inch thick stack of photographs. I looked at the first one with a mixture of dread and pornographic eagerness.

It turned out to be a photo of Lainey and another woman. The other woman looked like she was slightly taller than Lainey, with a lovely dark complexion – I couldn’t tell whether it was a deep tan or if she was Hispanic or Mediterranean, or possibly mixed-race – and short dark hair styled so it curled around her ears. And she was stunning.

Actually, they were both stunning. Both were wearing what I guess you could call “bikinis,” although the tiny silver metallic patches that barely covered Lainey’s nipples and the narrow crimson band stretched across the other woman’s nipples were, I guess, technically “tops”; and the narrow swatches that practically disappeared in their vulvas in front and their ass cracks in the back were probably, legally, “bottoms.” But in fact, both women were mostly naked.

They were standing very close to each other, almost touching, and facing so that it looked like they were about to kiss.

Or else they’d just finished kissing.

So, who is this woman?

And where the fuck is Dad?

Turns out, Dad was in the next picture in the stack. The three of them were standing together, Dad in between Lainey and the other woman, with their arms around each other’s waists, all looking very cordial, except that Dad’s swim suit was a very... form-fitting ... bikini that was bulging from the penis that appeared to be swelling inside it.

Yes, they looked very “cordial” indeed.

They were together in the next picture, too. Except that in this one Lainey is sandwiched between Dad and the woman, her back pressed back into Dad – and his swollen cock – while the other woman is face-to-face against her.

The picture was carefully posed and shot so that you could see Dad’s hands, one hand cupping Lainey’s barely-covered tit and the other pressing against her belly just above the tiny strip of bikini bottom while the woman clutched Lainey’s practically-bare pussy. They seemed to be kissing passionately, and Lainey had one hand around the woman’s head, pulling her lips to her, while her other hand reached back to squeeze Dad’s cock...

And that’s when I heard Lainey’s keys in the front door and her voice calling, “Jimmy – are you here? Where are you...?”

She came into the room and immediately saw me looking at the pictures. A puzzled look crossed her face, like she was trying to put some pieces together.

“Oh. You found those...,” and her voice trailed off. And unlike that time months ago when I stumbled across the other batch of photos, this time it looked like she was genuinely surprised that I found these.

“I’d forgotten those were even in there.” Then something seemed to catch her eye and she reached onto the shelf where I’d found the photos. “Here they are,” and she grabbed two sweaters, apparently the ones she’d asked me to find so she could take them to the cleaners.

I, however, was not going to be distracted.

“So, do you want to tell me about these...?”

“I hadn’t really meant for you to see those...

“At least not now.”

“Well, ... what’s the story...?”

“I’m parched. Let’s get something to drink and I’ll tell you all ... tell you about them.”

So we went out to the kitchen and got a couple of vitamin waters from the fridge and sat down at the table. I still had the photos in my hand.

Lainey took a drink, then a deep breath, as she got ready to explain something she hadn’t planned on explaining. Or, at least, not explaining yet.

“When your dad and I took vacations we never took long ones, like a week or more, mainly because we never had the urge to travel that much, especially after we had you. What we did do when we wanted to get away was to take a weekend or sometimes a long weekend and go to some kind of resort destination.”

She stopped and took another drink from the plastic bottle.