Chapter 2

When we left hours later, we left a woman totally drained of energy, her almost continuous orgasms joyous yet sapping. We had each vaginally fucked her four times and each had been sucked off. It was incredible when I had finally taken her ass, feeling Dad's cock through the thin membrane as he worked her cunt, all three of us moving in unison. I knew that in the years to come, Dad and I would repeat this scene many times, with Isabel, with Pen and with Mom. As we walked back to our house in the darkness Dads only comment was "Thanks son," but it was enough to make me proud.

As we ate breakfast together the next morning I said to Dad, "Dad, you may not want to tell me but I have something to ask you, I hope you don't mind."

"Ask away son."

"It's about Aunt Pen, Dad. About you and Aunt Pen and Mom. I just can't figure it out. When did you and Pen start fucking? Christ, I lived in the house and never knew anything. Neither did Isabel. Here you were all screwing away and your lustful teenage son was totally oblivious to all that sex. I can't figure it. You know, I wanted to fuck Pen all my senior year and just didn't have a clue."

"Well in answer to your first question, I first made love to Pen four years ago, when she was still going to the University of Chicago. I hate to say it but in her college days she was a little cock tease. She loved your Mom, but she couldn't help flaunting it, even to her sister's husband. For a couple of years, every time she visited she made sure she put on a show for me, flashing her breasts or panties, or innocently rubbing against me. Finally at Thanksgiving in her final year she went too far, showing me her naked body one day when your Mom was out."

"I just grabbed her and fucked her silly, her young hard body crushed below me. It was really rape son, but a rape she asked for and welcomed. I was stunned when I got off her, blood was all over the bed, she had been a goddam virgin and I hadn't guessed. The sexy façade she had hidden behind was just that, a façade. Apparently it was only with me she played the role, at school she was the little demure private school bitch. I scared her more than hurt her, Jimmy, but she immediately left and stayed away from us for fifteen months."

"Right away, I had told your Mom what happened, but neither of us was sure what to do. We finally decided not to say anything, to see if Pen would come back to us. Even though Mom wrote her religiously, for a year we had no word back; she missed coming Christmas, Easter, School Break, Summer and we were both despairing that she would never restart communication. Then at Easter two years ago she just showed up out of the blue."

I interrupted with, "I remember now, her not being here. I wondered at the time where she was, but Mom always had a vague answer. What happened then?"

"The three of us went up to the farm and spent three days talking. You and Isabel stayed home.""Yeah, I remember that weekend, couldn't figure out what was going on."

"She told us she had been a virgin and was useless with boys at University. She just didn't know what to do. She didn't know how beautiful she was, how sexy. She loved her visits to our house because she had a chance to show her sexuality without danger. The rape stunned her; she hadn't understood what her actions were doing to me. Afterward when she had returned to Chicago she had gone out and slept with various men, learning about her body and her needs. But she missed her sister and she still dreamed of my body, wanting me even as she dated others."

"Oh Yeah, I know that feeling," I sighed.

"We all made a deal that weekend and we were lucky, somehow it worked. Pen was truly made love to that weekend, and your Mom's and my sexual life was somehow enhanced."

"And Isabel and I, how did we miss it all?"

"You two were both dorks, neither of you seemed to have any interest in sex. Mom and I thought we might have to turn Catholic so you could become a priest and Isabel a nun."

"I wasn't that bad was I? I tell you last spring I used to get hard-ons every day over Auntie. I was almost ready to go into her room and ravage her. What's she like?"

"She's perfect Jimmy. She fits my body almost as though she's part of it. Her breasts are made as if God made a mold of my hand and then made her tits to perfectly fit. Her nipples Jimmy, oh Christ, as your teeth slide over them and you hear that little whimper start at the back of her throat, it's indescribable. Spreading her legs, your lips curling around her tiny clit, her juices so sweet... you'll see, you'll see."

"And Mom? She's okay with it?"

"Mom and I have always been perfect together, from the first time we made love in the back of her old mans car, and that will never change. We also made a deal, an agreement I have to honor. "

"I was conceived in the backseat of a car, Jesus?"

"No, I think it was in the girl's locker room late one Friday afternoon."

"God! What was the deal you made with her anyway?"

"That's your Mom's business, ask her someday. You know Isabel and I are going to the country this weekend?"

"Yeah Dad. Before she left she said you two were going to finish the plans for the new house. Did Izzie really do most of the drawings?"

"Yes, she's a natural at it. She's going to make a great architect some day. I'm going to try and show her how an engineer looks at a site and show her why we have to make some changes."

Mom and Isabel only got home around five, having finally decided on N.Y.U. and the full scholarship they had offered. Being in a rush to get on the road and up to the farm before it got too late, Dad hustled Isabel out the door before six. Mom immediately suggested that she and I go out to dinner, "Let's find a fancy place and splurge. First, though I'm going to have a workout, I haven't lifted a weight or exercised since last Sunday."

"You look pretty good Mom, I wouldn't worry too much. Do you want me to spot you?"

"Would you? Great, yes thanks."

Five minutes later we were both in the basement gym, Mom on the treadmill in short shorts and sports bra, while I, just in shorts, worked on my arms and shoulders, lifting heavy dumbbells effortlessly. Finishing her run she joined me, and watched me finish a heavy set of curls, my biceps popping.

"Wow, you've got big Jimmy. I don't think I can get my two hands around your bicep. You've put on a good ten pounds of muscle since the fall."

"Thanks Mom. They've got a good gym at school and good coaches. Now let me see work those sexy muscles; let me see your body flex."

As she took a loaded barbell and started to squat, I stood behind her, pressing my body lightly into her rear, ready to help lift if she needed it. Exercise after exercise she worked, her body now dripping sweat, her little muscles powerfully working and always I kept my body, my hands on her, encouraging her with light touches, almost caresses.

Finally as she finished a set of shoulder presses she sagged into my back, complaining, "I'm getting old Jimmy, I can hardly lift a feather."

"Bullshit Mom! You look bloody incredible; any twenty year old would die to have your body. C'mon, look," I said, maneuvering her in front of the large mirror. Moving my hands slowly across her body I complimented her, "Beautiful back, excellent shoulders, arms to die for, powerful thighs, Christ, what more could you ask for? But I insist you do some sit-ups for me, I love watching your abs work."

Happy with my compliments, she sat back on the floor, "OK, but only a hundred, I want to get showered and get some food, I'm starving."

As she lifted and lowered her body, my hand lightly circled over her stomach, going from rib cage to the top of her shorts, rhythmically moving in time to her movement, feeling the hard muscles working under the skin.

"Shit, you made me lose count," she protested giggling, "I'm going to have a shower. Go get cleaned and dressed, I'll meet you in ten minutes.

When I entered the master bath, Mom's back was to me as she soaped her breasts, ignorant of my naked presence until I slipped in behind her and pulled her to my chest.

"Oh, Jimmy," she purred, quickly spinning to face me while her soapy hand went directly to my rampant prick. "Your cock is so, so nice. I've dreamed of him you know, every goddam day since the holidays, every day since I tasted his sweet cum."

Effortlessly lifting her hundred pounds off the ground, I pulled her towards my chest, my hands supporting her firm rear cheeks, my penis poking her as she neared. "Mom, I want you bad, really fucking badly" I cried, lifting her higher and then dropping her directly on my shaft, her cunt tight but welcoming. With her back against the tiles, and her legs locked around my back, I drove my cock remorselessly home, time and again pounding deep within her, each plunge bringing an almost feral groan from her depths.

Our second fuck seemed even harder, baser, as we rolled soaking across the silk sheets of her bed. Our hunger was palpable, unreasonable, still unquenched as we both exploded a second time. Still hard, still embedded in her, we commenced again, another race to ecstasy, both now screaming, yelling in joy, neither of us surrendering, struggling to maintain this state just a little longer. Finally, completely exhausted we both slept, a deep contented sleep, a sleep of two bodies utterly spent.

I woke with Mom lying on top of me, with her tongue lapping at my face like a cat, her eyes shining in joy. I loved the feel of her atop me, her body nestling easily into mine, her warmth enveloping me. Soon we were both grinning, and then laughing, almost hysterical at our good fortune, at how lucky we were to have each other. "I think I got the better of that deal," she finally said, almost smirking.

"What deal Mom?"

"Did your Father ever tell you about Penny, how she came into our bed, how she became his second lover." Seeing my nod, she continued, "I insisted on only one thing Jimmy, and that one thing was you." Seeing my brow furrow in confusion, she explained, "I told your Dad that when you were ready, and only then, I was going to take you, have you whenever I wanted, whenever you wanted."

"But,... but that was before, Mom, how did you know? How did you know I'd be good enough for you, that I'd be a man you'd want?"

"I knew Jimmy, I just knew. Last night, oh Jimmy, that was a night I'll never forget. I don't know if we'll ever get to that place again but I want you to know, it's never, never ever been better," she finished, her lips finding mine, our tears soon mingling. "Now lets do it slow, lets take a little more time than last night, I want to explore every inch of your body."

And we did. For two hours, just using mouth and hands, we explored, we caressed, we excited, and we loved. After licking every inch of her body I was almost giddy with her sweet taste, surprised at how my taste buds reacted to her skin. "Mom, you taste so good, so different than the other women I've been with. Is it like that for you to?"

"Yes, it's amazing. I haven't slept with many men you know, just your Dad, I'm not as experienced as you, my little Don Juan," she joked, "but you are so much tastier than Dad, so yummy, it's almost like I'm eating myself. Maybe it's because you came out of me, because you drank at my breast, the genetic ties we have. Your sperm, oh I could die for it. When I got that little nibble at Christmas I was stunned, I wanted to go back to your room and suck you dry, it was almost narcotic like. And you smell better, better than anyone I've ever known, ever met. I think I could spend the next year with my head in your lap, your smell intoxicating me, your cum sustaining me..."

"Yes exactly, your right," I interrupted impatiently, "it's funny, with only you and Isabel do I feel that. Somehow you two smell right, taste right, look right. There must be some family chemical we all give off, an attraction only felt by us."

"Speaking of Isabel, do you realize what she and Dad are doing this weekend?"

"What? Dad and Isabel? The plans, the house... Oh shit, he's going to fuck her isn't he? Oh no, oh no! That's wrong, she wanted me, she asked for me, I promised her."

"She's his daughter, he wanted to be first."

"He won't hurt her? Christ, what am I saying, of course he'd never hurt her. I just hope she's okay. What about you Mom? It doesn't bother you? Like Auntie Pen?"

"No Jimmy, when I knew I was going to sleep with you it was strange, I just knew the four of us would be together, together sexually I mean. I think it was just meant to be. In my dreams I've seen both you and your Dad in me, both of you making love to first me, then Iz. I think that even twenty years from now your cock will still be filling me. But about your Aunt, I want you to promise me something."

"Sure, anything Mom."

"She'll be back Sunday, but I want you to promise you'll make her suffer a bit, wait a few days for the cock she craves, tease her a bit before you fuck her. I know since Christmas she's been dying for you. And then give her a good hard fuck for me. Oh, there's one other thing I want to tell you, another secret, for your ears only, promise?" Seeing my nod she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You're just a little longer and a little fatter than your Dad."

"What? You mean... my cock? We look exactly the same."

"Take my word for it, Dad's big and great, but you've stretched me more than he ever has. I know you last longer too, ' she added smiling. "Our secret."

It was stupid but I was happy, actually both really happy and really proud that mine was bigger, that Mom and Sis and Pen would always get a little more cock when they slept with me, that they'd be stretched wider by my young, hard prick. Mom and I spent the rest of the weekend in bed, and she wasn't disappointed in me or wrong in her assessment. When we heard Pen arrive home at four Sunday afternoon, we rose and naked went to greet her, our bodily juices dripping from our bodies. After kissing her in greeting and talking to her for a few minutes, Mom rose and seizing me by the prick, led me to her room, giggling at the look on her sister's face.

Dad and Isabel only arrived Monday afternoon; I was out at the time and didn't see them until dinner. It proved to be an awkward meal, all of us uneasy, worried about how we'd all react to the events of the weekend. Isabel especially looked bad, and was unwilling to look me in the eye. As soon as dinner ended she rushed from the table, sobs following her hasty retreat to her room. "Go talk to your sister, son," Dad instructed, "I think she's going to need you tonight."

At first she wouldn't open the door to my insistent knocking, but then finally relented and I entered to see a forlorn and tear streaked face. "Izzie, what's wrong honey? Are you okay?"

"Oh Jimmy," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry, oh so sorry. I'm just a fucking little slut, I don't deserve you," she continued, throwing herself into my arms. "I wanted you to be my first, I promised you, and then I let Dad fuck me, I let him put his big cock in me."

"But what's wrong with that? Don't worry; I can be your second, Dad and I both love you."

"You don't mind?"

"I wanted to be your first, but if any one was going to go before me I guess its good it was Dad. So, tell me, did you like it, do you like it when a big heavy prick slips into your cunt, when it slams into you."

"I fought him Jimmy. He surprised me when he got into my sleeping bag after I had gone to bed. I never thought of Dad as a potential lover; I'd never want to hurt Mum. He was naked, he was so strong, oh so strong, Jimmy I couldn't stop him. He forced my thighs wide and then jammed it in so hard, I thought he'd split me. It hurt Jimmy, it hurt a lot and then he moved it in me, back and forth, like a piston, never stopping. Oh it was wrong Jimmy, but I couldn't help it, my cunt was wet, I loved the feel of it and I started yelling 'Yes Daddy, yes fuck me Daddy, oh yes give me your big cock, harder Daddy, harder, more, more... '. I think I'm a slut; I'm no better than a common prostitute. You'll never want me now."

I quickly pulled my shirt and pants off and advancing on her with my erect penis in hand I laughingly asked, "You don't think you're going to get away without feeling this guy, do you. He's hungry for you; he's been waiting since Christmas to enter your sweet cunt. Every girl he's fucked in the last five months has just been practice for you." Grabbing her head and pulling her close I whispered, "I love you Isabel, I love you more than anyone or anything, forever."

Our hunger for each other was voracious and we attacked the other like mindless animals, biting, scratching, licking and finally penetrating, our shouts and groans shaking the walls. With her legs clenched around my back I pounded into her, each long, hard stroke met by raised hips, a clenching cunt that grabbed and held before releasing me for the next stroke and a deep guttural cry that rose from her depths. Like Mom, her smell was like an aphrodisiac to me, triggering a chemical reaction that rose from my balls into my shaft, seeming to make me harder, fatter and longer than ever before.

"JJJJJJJiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyy," her cry sprang out of her as we both came explosively, our bodies tremors seeming to make even the foundations of the house tremble. We rested, eyeing each other warily, perhaps stunned by the effect we so easily induced in the other; but soon resumed, my phallus inflamed, incapable of stopping; her red haired pussy forever open to his large purple head. Seemingly insatiable, we continued til dawn, our two bodies now working as one.

Mom woke us at one in the afternoon, with a tray of food in her hands and a big smile on her face. "So my little daughter, did you enjoy your big brother? Are you happy with your introduction to sex?"

"Oh Mummy, I'm so happy, I love you all so much," she cried, hugging and kissing her mother.

Watching the two together, a feeling of elation spread over me, recognizing these two beautiful women were mine forever. I knew their bodies would always welcome me, their pussies always waiting to bathe my manhood in their juices. That afternoon she swallowed me for the first time, eagerly sucking me while my tongue lapped happily in her pinkness, licking and lifting her trembling clit.

Her ass was still virgin; wanting to save something for me she had insisted that Dad leave that entrance alone. As I pushed my lubricated member slowly but insistently up that dark tight route, she winced in pain but insisted I go on, her body stretching mightily to accept my size. My tentative strokes slowly got me implanted half way, and then, one final powerful heave and I was there, completely buried, her sharp bawl of pain soon replaced by yips of pleasure as my hands manipulated her wet pussy while I stroked powerfully. After more hours of continual penetration, we slept again, sleeping right through to the following morning.