The farmhouse sat at the end of a dusty lane that wove listlessly over a half mile from the turn-off from Horry County Road #6 just outside Conway, South Carolina. It was only after you'd made the last turn that the white, two-story house came into view, peeking through the tall trees my grandfather had planted sixty years ago.
I saw Chris standing at the wide door of the old barn, waving in welcome as the warm breeze made the long, blond curls dance magically around her head. She was my baby sister, thirty-one now, finally separated after a twelve year marriage from her husband Dwayne.
She's still as beautiful as she was when she was fifteen, I thought, as I watched her naked breasts, breasts still riding high and firm on her tall frame.
"Hi," she welcomed simply as I jumped eagerly out to meet her.
I laughed when she put her clay covered arms around me, enjoying the feel of her even as she ruined my white blouse.
"What if I had been the mailman, or the grocery boy...topless like that," I chided after we'd kissed.
"I'm a horny, single woman now...just like you," she laughed, a new confidence in her eyes.
"Ya'll still have the puffiest nipples I've ever seen," I giggled as I quickly tweaked one.
"Hah! So, how was the course," she asked as we walked arm in arm towards the house.
"First you're going to tell about these dirty sculptures you've been doing. I can't believe you never told me."
I'm thirty-five now, live and teach in Savannah, want to be a writer, a single Mom who'd just sent my son Jimmy, my only child, off to Boston and MIT. I've never been married, not even close. My best friend, the person I loved the most, was this willowy blond who walked topless next to me, and she'd kept a secret from me for at least ten years.
I could see her blush as she stammered, "I was embarrassed, worried what people would think..."
"It's art, true art Chrissie," I said thinking of the wood crate that Chris had sent me a month ago, a crate that when opened revealed a statue of myself that took my breath away.
"Did Jimmy show you the web site?" she asked warily.
"We didn't have time. I only had three days with him to get him packed and off to school."
"How is he?"
"Golly, he was as crazy as ever. He musta grown another inch while I was away; what'd you feed that boy anyway," I asked, referring to the two months my boy had spent with Chrissie on the farm, not knowing he'd spent most of the summer eating his aunt!
"I miss him already," Chris answered wistfully.
"Me too....Oh my gawd!" I shrieked as we climbed the porch steps and I was faced by two statues of Daddy standing on pedestals guarding the door.
"I've put my statues all over the house, the barn, by the pool," she said with a shy smile as I stood mouth agape, "so you could see them."
"Has Daddy seen these, does he know anything bout this"? I asked.
"Not yet," she said with a wince.
"He'll kill you," I laughed as I put my hand over the tiny, pink prick that sat erect on the eighteen inch high statue. "No pubic hair and a baby prick! You didn't put a picture of this online did you?"
"You'll see," she answered ominously.
"Here all our lives everyone thinks I'm the wild, crazy daughter, the tramp daughter knocked up at sixteen, while you're the sweet, demure beauty who wouldn't even talk about sex. And fuck, now I find out you've got this perverted, secret slut life."
"I don't."
"Oh gawd no!" I can't stop from saying in protest as she propels me through the front door and guides me to the living room and I see the statue over the mantelpiece. "Has anyone seen that?" I demand as a perfect, naked likeness of myself stares back at me.
"No, I just put it out for you...well, Jimmy has of course."
"My son saw this," I gasp as I continue to stare at myself squatting naked, my engorged pussy lips wide open, painted crimson, hovering over a hard phallus.
"It's his fault anyone ever saw them," Chris protested defensively. "He broke into my private storeroom."
"What did he say?" I asked, excited at the thought of my young son looking at such a sexual representation of his Mum.
"He was more worried about his, about the size of his...you know."
"Penis?" I supplied, incredulous that a women who could produce such graphic work was still shy about using the word penis in front of her sister.
"Yes," she grinned back.
"God, did you make him as small as Daddy?"
"Smaller."
"Oh no. What'd he say?"
"Well, he was pretty angry at first. Insisted that they all be 'repaired' as he called it, or hidden forever in the swamp."
~~~~
We settled in together as we always had, into a comfortable love, a friendship we'd formed as children. We had ten days before I had to be back for school opening in Savannah and my sister used all ten days in trying to convince me to move back home.
"You're all alone down there...
"I have no one to talk to...
"You've got to finish writing that book, you're wasting time...
"No one ever visits me...
"I need a friend...
We gardened and then ate the products of our work in fresh salads under the warm September sun. We swam naked in the pond during the hot afternoons and then lay tanning until I was soon as dark as Chris. We sipped wine as we talked on the porch as the sun slowly sank. We spent our nights intertwined under the cool silk sheets on Chrissie's king sized bed. It was so nice to sleep with someone again, even if it wasn't a man...
We were sisters again! She made me want to come home!
"I can't, I need the money," I'd cry.
"Bullshit, you could sell your house; it has to be worth half a million."
"It has a mortgage!"
"You'll never be an author if you're not brave," she railed.
But it was her simple plea made just as I was getting into my car to drive home that stayed with me as I traveled to Savannah, "I need you Mandy. I don't know what I'll do if you're not here with me this spring."
I didn't know the reason then, but in the days that followed, her plea reverberated in my mind.
AUTUMN
It was a rainy fall in Georgia and my life seemed as gloomy as the weather. My students seemed to be the worst class I'd ever taught, although I knew it was me, not them, who was the problem.
The hopes I'd had for my writing, hopes nurtured during my summer course in Colorado, were dashed as page after page was dropped listlessly into the garbage.
I didn't have sex! A hundred days and I didn't have one warm body to cuddle next to, no hard, thick cock to sate my need.
I missed my son, and often woke during the night, vague dreams of wild, orgasmic sex intertwined with visions of his tall, young body.
~~~
Daddy called in late October. His gruff, "What the good godamm is your crazy sister up to anyway?" the first words I heard.
"Hi Daddy," I sang back, immediately knowing he'd finally heard about Chrissie's internet site.
"She's got a picture of me naked with the tiniest little dick...right on the godamm internet. It's a bloody porn site for perverts!"
"It's an art work Daddy. A statue. It's not you; it's just an anonymous man."
"Bullshit! Looks exactly like me. What, do you think I'm going senile?"
I knew it was the size of the appendage that bothered him, not the rest of it, so teasing added, "You have been forgetful lately Daddy. You are almost seventy."
Sputtering he yelled, "Seventy my ass! I'm sixty-three. Has the ninny ever seen a real penis?"
"Why don't you call her? I thought it looked very lifelike."
"I did! She made no sense at all. God, I've got a mind to show the two of you at Christmas what a real prick looks like."
"Daddddddy!" I scolded in my most schoolmarms' voice.
"I didn't mean..."
~~~~
I flew to Boston for thanksgiving. Jimmy threatened to quit MIT and come home. He was working twenty hours a day trying to keep up with his schoolwork while running the two online businesses he'd started as well as tweaking the program he'd sold to a bank last year.
"I got lots of money, I'm too busy," he complained as we sipped wine in his messy apartment. "I'm learning nothing new. I haven't got laid..."
"What?" I asked.
"I have no time for women," he amended, blushing.
I slept naked in his bed that weekend while Jimmy took the couch...I was almost hoping he'd join me, shit, I hadn't 'got laid' since the summer! In my dreams I thrashed under his hard, young body...
~~~~
I put the house up for sale as soon as I got home. Fuck it; it's time to see if I can write...
Two weeks later I called Chris...
"I hope you were serious," I started.
"Mandy! Hi. About what?"
"About having a roommate."
"Really!" she squealed with a child's delight in her voice. "When? When, when, when?" she demanded.
"I sold the house. I got to be out by January 1st."
"Oh I love you. Once you're here for Christmas you can just stay. Do you need help packing? When can you get here?"
"I was planning on coming up the twentieth. I'll get everything ready; then let the movers do the work. When are Daddy and Jimmy getting there?"
"Jimmy on the 22nd, Daddy late on Christmas eve."
CHRISTMAS
She stood tall, immobile, a Mona Lisa smile on her lips, her arms wrapped underneath her large breasts... her large breasts?...I'm half in, half out of the car....simply too shocked to move.
"You don't even want to say hello to your new roommate?" she asks as she suddenly moves toward me.
I want to scream, yell out the vilest words I know, but finally simply ask, "Another surprise you forgot to tell me about?" She had no bra under the tight tank top she wore, and as she moved, her now larger breasts only seemed to point towards her now gently rounded stomach below.
"How many months are you?
"Shit, does Dwayne know?
"Does Daddy?
"When is it due?
"Is it a boy? A girl?" I demanded rapid fire. It never even crosses my mind that it's Jimmy's baby growing in my sister's womb, that soon I'll be a grandma!
"I'm happy you've come Mandy," she disarms me as we embrace, "So very happy."
I don't let her help as I unpack the car, shooing her away even though she says she still has close to four months to go. "No wonder you looked so good in September," I said, remembering the glow on her skin I'd attributed to the summer sun.
"I told you I needed you," she replies.
She talks of everything but the baby as I work, and then over a late dinner makes me talk about my writing, demanding details, unwilling to let me ask about the child. I went to bed frustrated, my curiosity denied.
I couldn't stand it any longer, and even though the bedside clock read 2:05, I rose, and then naked and barefooted tiptoed down the hall to Chrissie's room. I could see her in the moonlight when I entered but still lit of one the bedside lamps as I slipped under the sheet.
"Mandy?" Chris asked as she awoke with a start.
"Let's talk," I ordered.
"It's so late," she complained yawning but watched me with a sly grin as my eyes followed the round curves of her body as she stretched sinuously beside me.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me," I warned.
"Good," she said as she curled into me, "now let's go to sleep and we'll talk in the morning."
I finally slept but not before luxuriating in the feel of my little sister's naked body lying against mine...
~~~~
"It's not Dwayne's," she said between sips of the coffee I'd just delivered.
"But..."
"When he left," she lied, "I just felt like I had to do something...I went to Charleston for the weekend, rented a room."
"What?"
"I had to prove to myself I was still desirable," she added as I started to nod my head, me, her perennially frustrated sister understanding completely what she'd felt.
"And..."
"He was an engineer, a northerner though"
"A damn Yankee," I laughed.
"Yes. Tall and blond, distinguished, about fifty...he said he was married though..."
"Aren't they all?"
Later when I learned the truth I asked Chris if she'd made up the story on the fly or whether she had spent months practicing it – but she'd never answer. "And?" I demanded, now totally caught up in her tale.
"We made love. For three days," she giggled with sparkling eyes.
"And..."
"He was beeeeg," she gloated, making me remember I'd used the same term to her the previous summer.
"You slut," I chuckled, believing every word.
~~~~
The movers arrived with my heavy furniture, the hundreds of boxes, around noon the next day and sis and I directed them, some stuff here, some there, some to be stored in the barn.
We slept in each others arms again that night, both of us excited knowing Jimmy was to arrive the next day.
~~~
I should have understood as soon as I saw my son's reaction, his stunned surprise, the pride in his eyes.
But in the excitement, the happiness we all felt I missed the obvious.
But I'm not totally stupid though, and at about 3:51 a.m. the next morning awoke with complete understanding.
'You bitch', I thought, thinking of my supposedly innocent sister sleeping next door. 'My son,' I screamed inwardly. I tossed and turned for four hours before finally marching down the hall.
"You're lucky I didn't come in here last night, I mighta killed ya," I started, then almost lost it.
"I'm only thirty-five and I'm going to be a grandmother," I screeched, my carefully planned words completely forgotten.
"Uh huh," my sister answered sweetly.
"So you don't deny it?" I squawked.
"Is everything okay?" my son asked, drawn to the door by my strident voice.
"I'm talking to your Aunt right now Jimmy," I said in my most icy tone, a sound that drove him meekly away. "A night in fucking Charleston with a Yankee. How dumb do you take me for? Jesus!"
"Well at least you know who the father is now."
"Daddy's right! You've gone crazy," I mumbled, unable to stay angry.
~~~~
We were all eating ham and eggs twenty minutes later when I looked at my son across the table and hissed, "I know."
Quickly looking at me, then his aunt, then back, he smiled and said with a relieved sigh, "Good," then stood and moving to my sister lifted her from her chair and embraced her. I watched for second after second, watched as my son's and my sister's bodies entwined, watched as their lips and tongues met, watched as Chris's arms circled my boys neck, watched as Jimmy's hand moved to her thigh, slipped under the hem of her nightgown, moved up...
"STOP!" I shouted as Chrissies fingers moved to the elastic waistband of my son's sweatpants.
"Sorry Mom," he gasped as they both fell apart blushing.
Somehow I made it through the next fifteen minutes of discussion without completely losing it. I finally had to escape, knew that within minutes these two, hungrily eying each other throughout, would be at it whether I stayed or went.
As I stood, ready to flee, Jimmy asked, "What do we tell granddad?"
"WE DON'T TELL HIM ANYTHING," both Chris and I yelled at the same time.
"I'm not pregnant. I'll wear sweaters, it doesn't show much. He's only here three days, he'll never notice," Chrissie decided with no dissent from Jimmy or I. "I'll tell him eventually."
I fled the house. Returned two hours later. Heard the cries, my sister's passion echoing through the house as my son fucked her.
Finally, secretly stood at her half open bedroom door, watching my son's white buttocks as he pumped his sperm into my sister's heaving body. Wanted it to be me!
Watched when she took his dripping prick between her lips, fled as I felt my insides melt.
Chrissie slipped into my room ten minutes later, naked, a string of my son's seed hanging from the corner of her mouth. She knows I watched, but doesn't say anything as she kisses me, as her tongue pushes his sticky cum between my lips. She leaves silently. My fingers rush to my need...Oh God!
~~~
Daddy, as Chris had predicted, is completely oblivious to her condition when he arrives on Christmas Eve, giving both she and I only cursory hugs before launching into his complaint.
"What if my friends see them?" he demanded, "God, everyone I know will think I've got a tiny prick."
"Not your girlfriends," I teased.
"They don't even look like you Daddy," I added, lying to him, as all four of us looked at the pictures of the four statues of him on page 3 of Chris's internet site.
"Christ, the page is labeled 'Memories of Daddy', what the hell do you think people will believe?" he stormed.
"You shoulda seen mine gramps," Jimmy interrupted, "she made me smaller than you."
"Oh then, where the hell are the pictures of them," he ranted
"You don't think I'd let Aunt Chris put them on the site?" he smirked back.
"Threw them out did ya? I blame you Jimmy, you're the only one who coulda set up this computer crap. I want you to fix it," he ordered his grandson.
"But gramps."
~~~~
We had an old fashioned Christmas, a day filled with presents and smiles, with turkey and pumpkin pie, with stories and singing...love...
Chrissie's gift to Daddy was a new eighteen inch high statue of him, but this one sporting a twelve inch prick!
We all laughed at his, "Now that's more like it! Still a little small but..."
"Now don't exaggerate gramps," Jimmy admonished his beaming elder.
We all slept in separate bedrooms for the three days Daddy stayed, somehow Chrissie and Jimmy controlled their passion, knowing not to ruin the holidays for Daddy, for all of us...
~~~~~
I talked as I drove Dad towards Myrtle Beach and his flight home on the 28th, gently trying to convince him to come and stay the whole spring and summer with us.
"We're all alone Daddy, we need a man around."
"What would I do up here all the time?"
"You got your friends, you could bring the boat up, fish," I wheedled. "We'll need help in the garden, the orchard...we've got a hundred repair jobs only you could do."
"Maybe I could come up mid-June, no earlier though"
"April Daddy. Its perfect here then, you'll be too hot in Miami."
"We have AC my dear. Besides, what'll I do for girls?" he asked, finally voicing his real reason for not wanting to stay too long in our small town.
"You can always drive over to Myrtle Beach if you get so horny that the Conway women can't satisfy you."
"Hmmmmh," he grumbled.
"Besides, you'll be living with the two prettiest single women in the county," I said as I pulled up in to a spot in the short term airport parking lot.
"Little good that'll do me."
"Tall, horny, blond girls, one of whom hasn't had sex in three months," I added saucily as we entered the terminal arm in arm.
He didn't say anything when he checked in and got his boarding pass but I know his mind was working furiously, trying to figure out which of his daughters wasn't getting laid.
"That crazy girl might find a man if she didn't spend so much time with those sculpture things," he finally said as we approached the gate, evidently deciding it was Chris who wasn't getting any sex,
As he looked down at me, seeking confirmation of his guess, I reached up to Dad. A goodbye kiss he thinks as I lightly kiss him, perhaps the ten thousandth time in my life our lips have met, chaste, father-daughter kisses that have comforted me, kisses that simply expressed our family love.
felt his start, his surprise as my tongue penetrated him, the attempt to escape when I wetly filled his mouth, watched his eyes open wide when our tongues clashed..."Mandy," he groaned when we finally break apart.
"Oh don't worry about Chris," I whispered in his ear, "she's getting almost more than she can handle."
"But that means," he started before I interrupt.
"Don't forget me while you're down there with your old retirees," I panted, surprised as much as he by my boldness.
"I better go...they're calling the plane," he stammered as we stand inches apart, our eyes locked.
"One more for luck Daddy," I whispered as he turned to go.
He met my tongue this time, curled around it, pushed it back, drove his wet probe deep into my mouth. I felt him hard against my stomach, wished it was his cock in my mouth, wished it was his sperm in my cunt...
We fell apart, stunned, I ordered softly, "Don't stay away too long Daddy, both Chris and I need you." I watched him as he stumbled away, smiled, gave a small wave when he looked back one time before disappearing down the tunnel.
~~~~
"Did you get Dad all organized and to the plane on time?" Chris asked innocently when I arrived home.
"I think so," I answer enigmatically.
~~~~
It takes the two of us at our persuasive best to get Jimmy to leave and go back to school a week later. He finally agrees but not without issuing provisos and orders:
"E-mail, phone me every day...
"Mom, you take care of her...
"If there are any problems I'll be on the first plane...
"I may quit anyway...
"Make sure she eats right mom, I'll e-mail you a list of foods...
They'd spent the days since Dad left in an almost endless bout of lovemaking.
I fell asleep every night with my fingers buried in my pussy, Chrissies cries echoing through the house.
Jimmy and I didn't discuss what was happening...but our eyes would meet again and again...he must have seen my desire, my hungry need...I thought I imagined it when I saw it in his...
Chris and I fell asleep in each others arms the day Jimmy left, crying softly...
~~~~
We settled back down into a sort of normalcy after the men had left. Chrissie worked on her art while I started to write again.
For the first time in years I felt I was making some progress with my writing, that I might just be able to finish the book I'd worked on for the last ten years.
We chose to sleep together, loving the comfort our bodies gave the other. There was no sex although our need hung just below the surface.
~~~~
Daddy called early in March, irate again.
"Where's your sister," he demands gruffly without any pleasantries.
"She's out Daddy. And how is my handsome father today?"
"Your handsome father just happened to be talking to his old friend Dick Campbell this morning, and guess what sweetie, I'm apparently GOING...TO...BE...A...GRANDFATHER!" he thundered.
"I told you we needed you here this spring."
"You didn't tell me my divorced daughter was going to have a baby! Is it too much too ask when this child is due?"
"April 15th Daddy."
"Christ, that's only five weeks from now!" I could almost hear his mind doing the math before he finally added, "Do you mean that doofus Dwayne is the father?"
I held my breath for a couple of seconds, delaying so I could get the story we'd practiced clear in my head.
"Maybe you should talk to Chris," I suggested.
"Mandy!" he ordered.
"Well it's complicated," I started.
"MANDY!"
"Well Dwayne thinks he's the father...but he's actually not."
"Who the hell is," Daddy hissed, his impatience mounting by the second.
I gave Daddy the dirty weekend in Charleston story, the married Yankee who in one wild weekend had impregnated his naïve daughter. It was close enough to something he might have done in his salesman days that he accepted it completely and commented accordingly, "Didn't know Chrissie had it in her."
"You can't say anything though," I said in a conspiring tone, ready now to reveal the rest of our story.
"Why?" he asked suspiciously.
"Dwayne's agreed to put his name on the birth certificate."
"He thinks he's the Dad?"
"No Daddy, Chris finally explained everything to him when he found out, but begged him to keep quiet about it and pretend to be the father."
"And he agreed?" Dad asked incredulously.
"Chrissie said he's quite proud about the whole thing. Telling all his buddies his ex is having his baby."
"I always knew that boy was a few bricks short of a load," Daddy spat out.
"Now you know why I wanted you home early this year. We need you Daddy," I ended in a little girls voice.
"Well sheeit. You're sure its April?"
"Yes Daddy. Now you be sure to call Chrissie tonight, she needs your support."
"Okay honey," and then after a long pause asked, "So all that stuff about you not having a man...well you know...what you said at the airport..."
"Oh no Daddy! That was true! Only it's now six months since any man has seen me naked...I'm so horny Daddy...I can't go anywhere! I'm spending all my time taking care of Chrissie...I need your help...I know you'll be able figure out something...find me a man...."
"We'll see honey," he said with a new interest in his voice, "Listen I'll call you back soon, let me see what I can organize..."
~~~~
"You told him what?" Chrissie demanded as we lay entwined in bed later that night. "Poor Daddy. A little slut for a daughter," she said laughing.
"I had to make sure he'd come!" I insisted.
"But he may think..."
"Ummm," was my only response before I captured her wet lips.
~~~~~
Two nights later as we lay spooned together, her now big breasts and huge stomach resting softly against my back, one arm draped over my breasts, she whispered in my ear, "What about Jimmy?"
"What about him?" I stalled.
"You know. Did you ever want to?"
"No...never."
"Liar!"
I rolled over so I was facing Chris, kissed her pretty nose, then asked, "Do you want to hear a story?"
"Please Mandy," she begged as she burrowed against me. "Is it about Jimmy and his Mommie?"
"Once upon a time," I started, just as I'd started every bedtime story I'd told her when she was five and six and seven and eight... "A sixteen year old boy was very unhappy for some reason."
"Why?"
"That's what his mommy wanted to know. 'Jimmy, tell mommy what's wrong', she'd ask but poor Jimmy was too shy to answer. Then one day she found him crying in his room and she finally got her boy to talk.
"He was sixteen but still only five feet four inches tall, and while all his friends were able to grow mustaches, Jimmy's chin was as smooth as a baby's. 'I don't have any hair there either mom,' he said pointing to his groin."
"What did his mommy do?" Chris asked.
"She told him he was a handsome, smart boy who'd grow to be a fine man one day."
"Did that make him happy?"
"No, the poor boy got sadder and sadder as the weeks passed."
"So what did you do?"
"Jimmy's mom felt sorry for him of course...but she also didn't want her son to end up being a little whiner..."
"What?" Chris protested, "That wasn't very nice of you."
"She wanted her boy to grow up to be a man," I insisted.
"And so"
"And so, I threw him in the car one day without telling him where we were going, drove two and a half hours south, and then pulled in at the 'Sunset City' nude beach in northern Florida."
"You never did!"
"When he walked out on the beach he almost had a fit. 'I'm not taking off my clothes mother,' he promised as we stood arguing in front of a thousand naked people."
"Poor Jimmy."
"I told him to wait in the car if he was a baby, but that I was going to sunbathe, and that I didn't want him hanging around clothed."
"What did he do," Chris asked but I knew she knew her nephew well enough by now.
"He spent the whole day naked on the beach and never complained again. Mind you," I added laughing, "he added six inches in height and started to grow a beard over the next six months."
"What about his..."
"Penis," I giggled. "Surely you now more about his penis than I?"
"It grew too," my sister admitted laughing.
"And then one day last year, during the second term of his senior year, a big eighteen year old man now..."
"Yes?" asked Chris, eager to hear more of her lover's secrets.
"Well he had quite a few girlfriends by then you know...anyway, one Saturday morning he arrived in the kitchen as I was eating breakfast, pranced in in his boxers, nothing else...very nonchalant as he strutted in front of his mother, his cock bouncing..."
"He did the same to me last summer," sis exclaimed. "What'd you do?"
"I just said, 'Jimmy, maybe we should have a little talk'.
'About what mom,' he wanted to know.
'Your little problem,' I said as I pointed to his shorts. 'You never told me if you ever grew any hair, if your penis problem was ever resolved.'
"You didn't ask him that?"
"He completely denied it! Said I was making the whole story up."
"He didn't!"
"But you know what? In the weeks that followed, he...well he made sure I saw it."
"How?"
"Oh, he'd just happen to come out of the bathroom after a shower as I was passing, 'oh sorry mom, I left my towel in my room'...or his door would be open when I went to wake him and he just happened to be lying naked on his back with a hard-on..."
"Did you tell him to stop?"
"No," I said with a grin, "I didn't want to ruin his fun."
"Your fun, you mean?"
"Maybe," I admitted.
"You're as bad as me," she accused as she hugged me even closer.
"I'm not having his baby, dear sister."
We kissed, both of us happy and then she whispered in my ear, "We could both share him."
"But what about Daddy?" I finally responded.
"We could share him too," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"God, you are a tramp!"
We both dreamt that night!
~~~~
Two nights later as we lay in bed Chris leaned over and pulled something from the bedside table.
"You slut," I gasped when I recognized the thing for what it was. Utterly lifelike but huge, the long, thick, erect penis even had a large ball sac sitting tight under it and the base holding the thing had real blond hairs growing out of it.
"I made it," Chris exclaimed with a grin, "For you."
"It's huge!" I protested even as I felt the hunger grow between my legs. "It'd never fit...never," I laughed, then stuck out my tongue at it as Chris waved it in front of my face.
"I call it Jimmy junior," she said, leering seductively as she brought the fat head to my lips.
"He's not that big," I started.
"I made an exact mold of his cock last summer dear sister. Jimmy is very beeeeg," she laughed as she slowly trailed the shaft down my chin, then over each of my breasts, almost hurting my aching nipples, down, down lower until I felt it being run lightly over my crack.
"Nooooo, no please Chrissie," I pled as she worked the fat head inside me. This fabricated dildo was larger than any man I'd ever dreamed of, let alone fucked, and I knew I was lost as I felt my body's gushing embrace of this monster.
"Call it Jimmy," Chris cooed as she worked it inside of me, each thrust splitting, widening me.
"Chrissss, oh Chrisssss!" I protested weakly as my body arched off the bed to meet each thrust.
"Jimmy!" she insisted as she played me. "He wants you so bad."
"He doesn't! He's got you," I cried.
"He told me he's wanted you since he figured out what it was for," she laughed as she filled me again and again with my son's fat cock. "He loves his Aunt but he wants his pretty mommy," she continued to tease. "His sexy mommy, his so hot, sexy mommy," she said as she licked her lips and then dipped her mouth to my nipple.
"Oh fuck me baby, fuck mommy," I finally cried as my orgasm spasmed through me. I lay back, panting as I watched Chris pull the juice coated prick from me and then insert it in her mouth.
Without words we had agreed to share!
~~~~~
Jimmy arrived home on March 28th. "I dropped out," his final words on the subject.
We were so happy to see him we didn't care. We wanted him home when the baby arrived. When Chris and Jimmy left to go to bed that night I wanted to join them, wanted my son...wanted his beeeg cock...
I woke when he turned on the light and entered my room at two a.m., and then drowsily looked up and saw my son at the edge of my bed, naked, ready....I pulled the sheet aside, baring myself, offering...
"Mommy, I always wanted..."
"Shhhhh baby," I crooned as I held out my arms to welcome him.
It seemed even bigger than the toy when he slowly entered me, pushing, spreading me more than any man ever had.
He was gentle with his mom, his tongue and hands soft on my skin as he pumped in slow, long thrusts.
Every nerve end in my cunt seemed to be in contact with the male shaft that filled every corner of my pink, wet cave.
I came easily, fast; felt my juices lubricate my son's plunging giant. Minute after minute he lasted, finally speeding up, short, fast lunges now as a second spasm of emissions came from my trembling body.
Flooded by hot cum, I feel it everywhere, can't believe it as he bucks again and again inside me...
He pulls out even as I cry, "Nooooo honey, please, please baby, leave it in mommy." Hear the plop as my son's moist cockhead jumps into view, still hard, white sauce dripping from its end.
Watched as his thick cream slips from my pussy and over my thighs.
Leaned over to taste my son.
"What are you doing?" I cried when he lifted me from the bed and started to carry me towards the door. I could feel his cum oozing from my cunt as we moved. "I want to taste you."
Chrissie was awake, smiling, when Jimmy dropped me next to her on the big bed. "So, you seduced your little boy," she teased, "stole my lover."
"Hah!" I protested as I crawled over to her and lowered my lips on hers. "Ahhhhh," I squealed as Jimmy, after moving between my legs, shank his thick shaft deep into my pussy in one long thrust.
"He likes it horsey style, don't you Jimmy?" Chris giggled.
So did I! He felt as big as one.
~~~~
For two weeks we slept together, for the most part Chrissie watched as my son fucked me. I wanted to make up for the wasted years...Hard cock twenty-four hours a day.
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Daddy's big old Caddie pulled into the yard in a cloud of dust on April 15th.
He huffed and puffed about the pregnancy, but it was clear to us all he was happy to be finally becoming a granddad. And while he hovered around his pregnant daughter he couldn't help looking at me speculatively from time to time.
I knew what he was thinking, knew he was wondering just what, and when, something might happen between he and I.
I didn't make him wait long! Simply slipped naked into his bedroom twenty minutes after we'd all retired to our beds that first night. I was horny for Daddy's cock!
"Honey, they'll hear, they'll know," he whispers hoarsely as I approach his bed.
"I waited all my life for this Daddy," I say as I crawl up his naked body.
"But baby," he starts before I capture his mouth.
Although older, he's still harder, more physical, more dominating than his grandson. He takes me like a man. He dominates me! I thrash under him as he works me.
There's a cruelness to his lovemaking, a masculinity that awakens something new in me...a craving to be submissive to this man...
He moves me as he pleases, dominates me with his body...fucks me deep. I'm a groaning animal as I come...awash in seed...
~~~~
"Jimmy's the Daddy," I whispered as we lay entwined later, his sap slowly seeping from my pussy and over my thighs.
"Jimmy? What do you mean....ah fuck, I shoulda known," he laughed as comprehension hit him. "Dwayne, Yankee salesmen...sheeit, I shoulda known," he repeated. "That little bastard, fucking his Aunt right in front of all of us...I knew he'd never keep that big cock of his in that little bathing suit all summer...just thought he'd be fucking one of them teenyboppers..."
"A big Scouries cock," I interrupted as my fingers circled my Daddy's still hard shaft. "I think only a Scouries penis could ever satisfy Chrissie or I," I teased as I lowered my lips to his still leaking cockhead.
"It's too big for you honey," he groaned as I enveloped the fat head and started to lick him.
That's what you think, I said to myself as I took more and more of Daddy into my mouth.
He pumped my head against his groin, his hands twisted in my long, blond hair as he ejaculated into my throat...
"Did you ever want to fuck me when I was younger Daddy? Or Chrissie?" I asked as we lay panting afterward.
"I was married sweetie, never even dreamed of it."
"But after Mommy passed?" I pressed.
"Sheeit, you had the baby and were running around, and Chris, she was just married to Dwayne..."
"But didn't..."
"Couldn't help it some times," he finally admitted. "Running around half naked the two of you, swimming bareass in the summer, golden cunts...," he remembered.
"Did you watch us?" I teased.
"Dwayne off fishing with his buddies, you and Chrissie not getting near enough man, of course I wanted to...hell you two are the prettiest girls in the county, always were."
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We woke late, sweaty and sticky, our sheets caked with our juices.
"Morning lover," I said as I gave Daddy a quick peck on his nose.
"Morning to you baby girl," he rasped as he rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head.
"Aren't you tired?" I giggled, already feeling his hardness growing against my stomach. "You are pretty old."
"Sixty-three and horny as a thirteen year old," he promised as he pushed deep inside of me in one long stroke.
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"Are you two awake?" we heard yelled through the door and then a second later Chrissie burst into the room with two coffee mugs in her hand, followed closely by my grinning son.
"Hells bells," Daddy shouted as his prick exploded inside of me.
"GRAMPA! MOMMY!" Jimmy protested as Daddy continued to shoot rope after rope of hot cum into my wet insides, unable to stop as his orgasm engulfed him.
"You two," he finally muttered as he slipped out of me, a white strand hanging from his sticky cock, "sleeping together, making babies, it's disgusting..."
"You're a fine one to talk," admonished Chris, "giving your little, innocent grandson ideas..."
"Bullshit," he fumed but in the face of all our laughter finally started to grin.
Chris bent and licked its purple head, tasted me as she swallowed Daddy's cum.
"CHRISSIE!"
"AUNT CHRIS!"
"JESUS HONEY!" exploded from the three of us.
~~~~
"Jimmy's sleeping with us tonight Daddy," I announced as we were eating our dessert that night at dinner.
After nearly choking on a mouthful of apple pie, he started, "But...what about..."
"I want both of you in me...at the same time," I said licking my lips. Could see any protest die in his eyes as he considered the possibilities.
"What about Chrissie?"
"Oh, there'll be other nights Poppa," my little sister promised, "Don't you worry about that."
I was ravaged! Ummmmm! Two big cocks belonging to the only two men in the world I loved took turns, combined, shared, used...my little body. Years without a real man and now two huge cocks filling me.
It was 2:27 in the morning and I was squealing in pleasure as my son pumped his seed into my bum while daddy ejaculated hotly into my pussy, when we heard the wail.
My granddaughter's head was just visible between my sister's thighs when the three of us rushed naked into Chrissies bedroom.
"Jesus H. Christ," Jimmy moaned as he took in the scene.
"Call the fucking doctor," Dad ordered in panic.
"You better get some hot water, blankets, towels," I said softly as I knelt between Chrissies legs.
The first thing Elizabeth Marie Scouries saw when she popped out into the world five minutes later were her four nearest relatives, all as naked as she, watching raptly....August 2006
It's been four months now.
Daddy's not going back to Florida – "I got lots to do up here, the girls need help, can't leave them alone," he tell his friends, pretending to be a martyr for the cause. Hell, he's getting more sex than ever before in his life.
Jimmy's not going back to school. He's running his companies from the farm. The joy of the internet!
Chris spends her days at her pottery wheel. Daddy's making sure he's depicted with the proper penile dimensions! He says he doesn't mind posing. "You're not supposed to move it if your posing," I tell him.
I'm writing my book.
We all work in the gardens; in the orchard...Wee Liz is a delight, doted on by four adoring adults...
We sleep together. Well, sometimes we sleep. So far it's working. Once in a while Dad gets too ornery and we make him sleep in the barn. OK, maybe not!
I'm thirty-five and for the first time in my life I'm sexually satisfied. I'm going to have a baby...I'll let fate decide whether it's Daddy or my son who fathers my child...maybe I'll have two...I know Chrissie wants more...
And it's so much fun making them!
I wonder if I'll ever tell them about Jimmy's real Dad, if I'll ever explain how...
THE END