Norma and I arrived back at my house to find George’s SUV waiting to leave in the driveway and my wife Francine, Norma’s husband George, their daughter Brenda and granddaughter Marcia waiting for us.
The drive home was beautiful. The sun was shining, and the interstate was wide open. Norma had an I-PASS and a lead foot, and we arrived at my house in no time. During the entire trip Norma had been talking with George on her hands free cell phone. She described how I had fucked her mom Sara and eaten her out the day before. “Dearest,” she told him as we were pulling into my driveway, “I think Darrell has earned the right to know all the family secrets.” He responded, “Of course hun’. Darrell has obviously earned the right to know everything, especially since he and Francine have agreed to put up Brenda and Marcia for the whole school year.”
We climbed out of Norma’s car and went in through the front door. Francine, George, Brenda and Marcia were waiting for us in the living room. George stood as we entered, offering me his hand to shake. He had a good grip, and smiled as he told me, “We’re glad to have you in the family, Darrell. Norma and I both appreciate how willing you have been to share bodies with all the women in my life. I know you had a good time yesterday fucking Norma and her mom, and I certainly have missed fucking Francine for a good long time before last night. I really appreciate that you and sis have promised to let Brenda and Marcia stay here until June so Marcia can finish high school without the two of them having to deal with losing their home because Brenda’s good for nothing husband jumped bail.”
I smiled back at George. “I can’t imagine it will be any hardship for Francine and me,” I answered. “I’m sure Brenda and Marcia will be as good company to us as I already learned Norma and Sara can be.” All the women giggled at this remark. George turned towards the sofa, gesturing in the direction of his daughter Brenda and granddaughter Marcia sitting there. Brenda stood up first. She was as tall as me in her six inch black patent heels. Her skin was as pale as Botticelli’s Venus. Her radiant face was beautifully framed by raven hair hanging straight down to her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. She was wearing a halter neck black cocktail dress with a hem just above her knees, and her back bare all the way down to her waist.
Though Brenda was 40, her breasts were a very perky B cup, with nipples pushing out the fabric of the dress. She looked like a college girl. She stepped forward to greet me. “Pleased to meet you, Darrell. And, thanks so much for your hospitality to Marcia and me.” She put her arms around my waist, squeezed me tightly against her hips and chest, and planted what I now knew was the traditional family open mouthed French kiss of greeting on my lips. With everyone watching, I hugged her tightly and kissed her back for a full fifteen seconds. “The pleasure is surely all mine,” I replied.
Brenda then took my hand and turned me toward Marcia. At 18, Marcia was as tall as her mother, but not quite as pale. Her breasts were as large as her grandmother Norma’s. She was wearing a tank top that barely covered her nipples, and a pair of boy’s gym shorts. She was barefoot. “It’s good to meet you, stepgranddad,” she giggled. “Grandpa George says he is sure you can help me do my best to finish high school here with top grades.” She stood on tiptoe and put her arms around my neck to give me the traditional French kiss greeting, while pressing her sexy teen aged body tightly against me. I’m sure she could feel my erection through my jeans and her boy shorts. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled her hips tightly against mine. “Sweetheart,” I replied, “I’ll give you everything you need.”
Brenda and Marcia sat down on either end of the sofa, and patted the cushion between them. I gladly sat down between them. “Darrell,” Francine said, “George is going to let you in on all the family secrets now, since we know you can be trusted to be a willing participant.”
“I’ll begin at the beginning,” George said. “Francine and I grew up in a suburban home much like this one. When I finished elementary school and went on to high school, dad began travelling more and more for his business, leaving me and Francine home with mom for weeks at a time. For a while, life went on normally, but then mom got more and more lonely, and started screwing around with some of the neighborhood single men. She wasn’t home when Francine got back form seventh grade, or when I got home from high school. At first, Francine and I were sad about it, but when Francine started to grow breasts, my attention wandered in a different direction. We started using the time we were home alone to make out. After a few months mom came home unexpectedly, and found us kissing with my hand up Francine’s school uniform skirt, rubbing her panties. Mom started to shout at us, but when she threatened to tell dad, Francine told her to shut up. ‘If you tell dad I love George,’ she yelled back, ‘we’ll tell him you are fucking the neighbors.’ Mom never came home before dinner time after that.”
“Well,” George continued, “at first, I was shocked to hear my little sister say ‘fuck’ to our mom. Then after thinking about it for a minute while I continued rubbing her panties after mom went upstairs, I asked Francine, ‘Sis, do you know what fucking is?’ ‘Sure I do,’ she replied. ‘I heard some of the eighth grade girls talking all about it. I have been waiting ever since for you to fuck me’ Just then mom came back downstairs, purse in hand, and stormed out of the house. ‘I’ll be back by eight tonight,’ she hissed at us, ‘and I won’t tell if you don’t.’”
George continued describing how he and Francine had gone up to his bedroom and hastily undressed each other, climbing into his bed. How Francine had spread her legs wide for him, and he fucked her with the wild abandon of a horny high school freshman. He came hard inside his little sis, and they dozed off naked on his bed. At exactly 8 p.m. that night their mom came into George’s bedroom with a diaphragm for Francine. “You two are going to need this,” she said. Then she showed Francine how to insert the thing after filling it with spermicide. “Fuck each other all you like,” she said, “but always be sure to wear this.”
I had known George and Francine were sexually intimate, but this was the first time I heard how it had started. The recitation was making me horny. Little did I know, however, what else was coming. George told me all about his wedding to Norma, and how they had both promised not to fuck anyone else until Norma got pregnant. After a couple years Brenda was born, and George would fuck Francine at family reunions while Norma entertained the college age boys who attended. It seemed everyone in the family knew, but no one objected.
Brenda now joined in the conversation. She smiled at me and told me how she was dateless her first two years of high school because of her small breast size. She explained that when she was about to go back for her junior year she was crying to her mom about the situation. She complained no boys loved her. Norma broke into the story at this point. “I told her that her daddy loved her,” Norma explained. “It seemed natural to let her know she could make out with him if she was interested.” When she started her junior year dateless again, Brenda giggled, she had taken her mother up on the suggestion. By Christmas that year she and George had been fucking regularly, and by her junior year of college Brenda was pregnant with Marcia.
“Darrell,” George spoke up at that point, “you see, Brenda and Marcia are both my daughters. And before I leave them in your care here at your house for such a long time, Francine, Norma and I want to watch you properly and lovingly fuck them both.” I hadn’t expected that invitation, but the family history had made me extremely erect by then. Before I could say anything at all, Brenda turned toward me and began kissing me again. As I put one arm around her, she took my other hand and placed it on her bare knee. I slid my hand up under her dress, and could feel she had no panties on. Her pussy was already wet.
Brenda reached back and unlatched the Velcro holding the top of her dress together at the back of her neck, and lowered the front all the way down to her waist, exposing her pale, perky breasts with their erect nipples. “Suck my tits,” Brenda begged me. As I started sucking her nipples, I could feel her unfastening my jeans and reaching inside my boxers. Marcia had stood up and walked over to a corner chair where she sat watching me and her mother. By the time Brenda had my cock in her hand, I could feel her juices flowing over the two fingers I had pushed inside her cunt. Brenda spit on the head of my dick, and begged, “Fuck me now, Darrell.”
With her little black dress bunched around her waist, I pushed Brenda down on the sofa and pressed the head of my cock against her cunt lips. She reflexively lifted her knees over my shoulders and I slid slowly inside her. We kissed each other ardently while our hips thrust against each other harder and faster. My wife Francine was cheering us on, “Fuck her good, Darrell. Fuck him, Brenda. Darlin’, pump her full of your hot spunk.” I could hear Marcia giggling from across the room as I felt myself ejaculating deep into Brenda’s pussy. Brenda and I lay there for a minute, relaxed and panting, on the sofa. Then Marcia spoke up, “Take off all your clothes, stepgranddad,” Marcia commanded. “I turned to where she stood, pulling her tank top over her head, and then pulling down her gym shorts. “I want to suck your cock and fuck you naked.” At that point Brenda stood up from the sofa, pushed me back down onto it by my shoulders, and sat in Marcia’s chair. “I’m going to love watching that,” Brenda announced.
By the time I could unbutton my shirt and kick off my jeans, Marcia was kneeling in front of me. She spit on her hands and rubbed the wetness all over her voluptuous breasts. Then she began rubbing my cock between them as she spit on the bulging head and licked my slit. Marcia took me all the way down her throat. I was fully erect again when Marcia climbed onto the sofa facing me and straddled my hips. “Fuck me hard,” Marcia begged me. “Fuck me deep and cum inside me.” She took two of her fingers and stretched her teen aged pussy lips over the head of my erection, pressing downward with all her weight. I began eagerly sucking her nipples one after the other as she slid slowly down my shaft Marcia sighed lovingly as my cock pressed all the way against her cervix.
I could feel Marcia’s young pussy walls tightening around my hard on as she took control and began thrusting faster and faster up and down my shaft. Her face and chest blushed bright red as she threw her head back and
Shouted, “Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum in me!” With one last thrust she forced her buttocks down against my thighs and held herself there. I obliged by ejaculating spurt after spurt of semen directly against her cervix. Then Marcia relaxed forward with her breasts on my chest and her head on my shoulder. “That was a perfect fuck,” she whispered in my ear. “Thanks for giving me a full load like you gave mom.”
Just then Francine, Norma, Brenda and George broke into a round of applause. “Well done, Darrell,” George finally said out loud. “I guess it is time for Norma and I to head home, knowing you and Francine will take the best care of our girls. After we’re gone, Francine can tell you the last of the family secrets.”