Homespun Fun
Written by : J. Brown

Chapter 1


"Is the water still good and hot?" the tall, naked man asked as he rinsed his razor under the tap and put it away in the medicine chest.

"Just the way you like it, sweet," replied a low, sultry voice from behind the closed shower doors. "Come on in."

Ken Sheridan stretched the muscles in his broad back as he glanced around the large bathroom, thinking how good it was to be home. He eyed the vague form behind the frosted doors, knowing what was waiting for him, and feeling his rigid erection jump and jerk with expectancy. It was going to be good. Sliding a panel back, he stepped in under the pelting spray.

The woman soaping herself down smiled at him, then glanced at the immense penis that was angling up from his groin. "Welcome, stranger."

He chuckled as he reached for a washcloth. "Who are you greeting, Sis, me or my cock?"

"Both." There was an expression of longing on her face as she stared at the massive, hairy muscle with its huge, bluish-purple head, then handed him the soap and curled her hand around his tool. "It's so nice
to hold it again. Honestly, Ken, it's the biggest cock I've ever seen. Thank God you know how to use it."

The hot water raining on his back was already soothing his aching muscles as he gave her back the soap and cloth. "Why don't you wash me off, Lynn?"

"It'll be a pleasure."

While she washed his arm and torso, Ken's gaze roved over his sister's lush figure. Her face and body were those of a model's, and indeed she had been one until her breasts became excessively large. For a woman of thirty-seven, she in no way showed her age, and in fact looked ten years younger.

"You never seem to look any older, baby," he said, watching her firm, upthrust tits sway and slap together as she rubbed him, the pink
nipples hard and protruding. Her stomach was flat and muscled, her hips curving into exceptionally attractive legs, and at the apex of her thighs was the thickest bush of pubic hair he had ever seen.

"I manage to keep in shape," she murmured, crouching down to wash his legs and genitals.

He laughed while she lathered his cock and balls. "Yeah, I've heard that fucking is one of the best exercises."

Lynn rose and said with mock severity, "Oh, shut up and turn around, you big bastard. You get your share of ass, too."

"That's true," he said as she scrubbed his back and buttocks, "but I've never been able to find a piece quite as good as you are. You ought to set up a school on screwing."

Giggling, Lynn backed up to let him rinse off. "Maybe that's what we should both do, brother dear. I haven't found a prick yet that satisfied me like yours. Why don't we go into business?"

He stepped aside to let her under the shower, and when she had the soap off, took her in his arms and kissed her, pressing his stiff pole against her and crushing her huge tits against his chest. "Let's fuck
in here, Lynn. We haven't done that for a long time."

She made sure her shower cap was on securely, then put a hand between them to bend his prick down and rub it against her pussy. "I'd like that. Which way?"

"Bend over, and I'll dick you from behind."

After giving him a quick kiss while she squeezed his hard rod, she spun quickly and bent over, resting her hands on the faucets. The water
sprayed her back as she spread her feet wide. "I'm all set, honey. Give me a good one. I haven't had a really terrific orgasm since the last time you fucked me."

Ken moved up behind her, spread her firm ass cheeks with his thumbs, then rubbed his cockhead down the dark cleft until he found her gaping cunt hole. Planting his feet on the slippery tub, he pressed his hips forward slowly, feeling her cunt hole open and stretch around his dick. He could feel the pressure on his glans in his nuts.

"Ken, you're teasing!" Lynn whimpered. "Please, don't! You know I'm almost ready to cum right now!"

"Easy, babe!" he said hoarsely. "So am I! At least let me get the damn thing in!"

Sliding his hands up to her small waist, he peered down through the
crack of her ass and watched his pecker disappear as he drove it into
her slippery sheath. She had a twat like that of a young girl, and it
gripped his penetrating piston like a fist. When he finally poked his
cock knob against her womb, she grunted and sucked in her breath.

"Ooohhh, Ken! Hhhuuuhhh! Lord, what a prick! I haven't been this full
since you left! Oh, Christ, I'm cumming now!"

He felt her shudder and heard her sob quietly as the spasms of climax
flooded through her. It was always that way the first time after he had
been away for a while. When her tremors had quieted, he began stroking
his cock in and out of her juicy pussy, listening to the wet schlucking
sounds his plunging piston was making in her sopping tunnel.

"Ooohhh, Lynn! Squeeze on it! Work your ass! That's it, baby."

The woman was now swiveling and gyrating her hips, bucking back against
the long, fat joint that was impaled in her writhing twat. Each time
the swollen tip slammed into her, she felt an electric charge surge
through her and let out a grunt.

"Huh! Ooohhh, Ken! More! God, you don't know how I needed this."

The spraying torrent from the shower head was splattering them both as
Ken increased the speed of his darting pole. He rammed it in to the
hilt, withdrew nearly the entire length, then plowed it in again, his
swinging scrotum slapping against the puffy lips of her snatch.
Bubbling sperm was coursing through the tubes in his groin, and it
wouldn't be long before he would have to release it.

"Baby, you're the best piece I've ever had! Tight as a virgin. Tell me
when you're ready. I'm so close! Close!"

Lynn's flopping tits were throwing water like a shaking dog as she
undulated and humped, tightening her vaginal walls even more on her
brother's embedded cock. Her knuckles were white as she held the
faucets and backed hard onto his thrilling member.

"Now, Kenny! Now! Oh, Jesus, fuck me!"

Ken gave her three final thrusts, then left his jerking cock stuck in
to the root as seething cum spurted from the end of his rod and shot in
jets against her womb. He left his joint soaking in her steamy vagina
until they had both regained their senses, then he wormed it out,
watching the thick glob of fuck juice follow the head of his dick and
splat on the floor of the tub between her feet. As he washed their
combined cream from his tool and balls, Lynn straightened up and turned
around.

"Why does it always have to be so damn fast with us?" she complained.
"Why can't we make it last and enjoy it for a while?"

"Maybe we could, if we were together more often, but it's so long
between times."

"I know," she said sullenly, reaching around to turn off the water.
"You and those damn mining jobs. Why in the hell couldn't you have been
an accountant instead of a fucking engineer?"

He laughed as he slid the panel open and stepped out. "That's a good
one. 'Fucking engineer.' Well, I guess I am at that."

"Oh, you know what I mean." She got out and they began drying each
other off. "You can't go gallivanting around the world forever, you
know. When are you going to settle down?"

"Soon, baby. Very soon."

Stepping through the door into the master bedroom, he put on an
embroidered silk karate robe, brushed out his brown hair, then followed
his sister down the hall to her bedroom, one of four in the vast,
rambling ranch-style house. Taking a cigarette from her pack on the
dresser, he lit it, then perched on the side of her bed while she sat
down naked at the dressing table to fix her face and hair.

"Do you really have to go to that first-aid class tonight, Lynn? I've
only been back a couple of hours, and already everybody's taking off on
me. I'd like to get clued in on a few things, especially since you're
leaving for Mom and Dad's tomorrow."

"I'm afraid I do, dear. After what happened to Dana, I should know what
to do in an emergency. It scared the hell out of me."

"Okay, bring me up to date. I don't think I got the whole story in your
letters, and Dana didn't say much before she left for her piano
lessons."

"All right." She began applying mascara. "I was out late, shopping, and
she thought she'd help out by fixing supper. She made a casserole and
stuck it in the oven. A few minutes later she noticed the fire wasn't
on, and tried to light the pilot. It blew up in her face."

"I know that much. Go on."

"Well, Toby heard her scream, and ran into the kitchen. Her dress was
on fire and she was holding her face. He ripped her dress off, doused
her with cold water, and called the fire department. Luckily, Dr.
Larson was at the hospital. She wasn't hurt badly, but she was blinded
temporarily. She was only in the hospital for one day, but she'll have
to wear those patches on her eyes for a while longer yet."

"Christ!" Ken muttered. "Is this Larson taking good care of her?"

Lynn smiled into the mirror. "He'd better. I paid him off in female
currency. In a motel room. For four solid hours!"

He flicked an ash off his cigarette. "I might have known. How is she
otherwise?"

"She doesn't like her father being gone all the time. For a daughter with no mother and an absent father, I'd say she's doing
great."

"And how about your kids?" he asked, ignoring the snide remark.

The woman's blue-black hair swished across her back as she swung around
to face him. "Don't you mean our kids?"

He nodded mutely and sighed.

"Our kids are just fine. They're doing good in school, and they've been
a lot of help with Dana. And before you ask, no, they don't know that
they're sisters and brother and not cousins."

Ken put out his butt and leaned forward with elbows on knees, weariness
showing in his eyes. "Hasn't Phil found out yet that Toby and Nancy
aren't his kids?"

Lynn turned back to the mirror and resumed putting on her cosmetics.
"Oh, didn't I tell you? You know he got married. Well, when he couldn't
knock up his new wife, he went in for a check-up, and found out that
he'd been sterile all his life. Right after that, about four months
ago, he went to court and cut off child support for me. He doesn't know
you're their father, but he does know it wasn't him."

"For God's sake, why didn't you let me know? I could have given you
more money!"

She put down her lipstick and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"Ken, I didn't need it. I've saved most of the money you've paid me for
taking care of things for the last five years since poor Carol died. I
live in a beautiful house, I have my family, and everything I want.
What more could I ask for?"

"You've been a helluva lot of help, Sis, and I appreciate it more than
I can say."

Lynn stood up and walked over to him with her hips swaying seductively.
Pulling his face into her furry snatch, she let him nuzzle it for a
moment, then knelt between his legs. She parted his robe and kissed the
tip of his prick, leaving a red smear, before looking up at him.

"Dearest, I wanted to. Besides being my brother, you're my lover, and I
wouldn't have it any other way. Then too, I want our children to be
around their father as much as they can, whether they're aware of the
truth or not."

His cock was distending into a hard-on when he placed his hands on her
shoulders and looked deep into her hazel eyes. "Have you ever regretted
our fucking all these years and my giving you those two babies?"

"Never! Not for a minute! If you hadn't been my brother, I'd have
married you a long time ago, and we'd have been happy as hell."

"I'm glad." He lowered his hands and fondled her fleshy, hard-nippled
tits. "Sure you have to go?"

She kissed his cock again, then leaped to her feet, her face flushed.
"We'll have plenty of time to fuck, and you've got to rest up from your
trip. I'll be back from Graywater before you know it, and then we'll
fuck and suck ourselves silly."

When she began dressing, Ken got up for another cigarette and leaned
against the dresser to watch her cover her luscious body. "You say Mom
will only be in the hospital a few days?"

"Uh huh. It's just a small stomach tumor. Dad needs caring for, though,
after that stroke he had. I'm taking Toby with me, so you'll just have
to watch the girls."

"Anything special I have to do about Dana?"

"No. A nurse comes by to change the dressing and put drops in her eyes.
She has to be led around, though, 'cause she bumps into things, but
Nancy usually does that."

"Nancy's older now, isn't she?"

Lynn arched her eyebrows as she tucked her enormous tits into a bra.
"You should know. And Toby's eighteen, in case you've forgotten that,
too."

"No," he said shamefully, "I haven't forgotten. Any special
instructions?"

"Can't think of any. Mrs. Dever is still giving Dana piano lessons,
like tonight, to keep her mind off her eyes, but Nancy takes her there
and brings her back. That's about it."

"I suppose we'll manage."

She tucked in her blouse, gave herself a final inspection in the
mirror, then walked over to him and rubbed a hand over his pelvis,
caressing his prick and scrotum. "God, I'd love to give you a blow-job
right now, you horny stud, but it's almost eight and I've got to go.
Get a good rest, and I'll see you in the morning."

Ken walked with her through the house to the front door. "By the way,
what time is curfew?"

"Usually ten. Toby's at the movies, so he may be a little bit late, but
it's okay. Don't worry about them. They take pretty good care of
themselves."

After kissing her good-bye, he switched on the television on his way to
the kitchen to mix himself a stiff highball. Though he had never
regretted buying the big, four-bedroom home, he rattled around in it
when he was by himself, and needed noise and a drink for company.

Settling down in his favorite recliner, he realized the completeness of
civilized living again, yet knew it wouldn't be too long before his
feet began to itch and he would be off to some far distant country,
agonizing over the discomforts usually inherent in such a trip.

He hadn't yet drained his glass and relaxed completely when the front
door flew open and the two girls came in, Nancy leading Dana by the
hand. Seeing the thick gauze patches on Dana's eyes and watching her
grope helplessly in front of her made him feel sorry for the girl, but
he knew that pity was the least effective therapy.

"Hi, kids. How did the lesson go, Dana?"

"Oh, all right, I guess," she replied dully.

"She did great, Uncle Ken!" Nancy said. "Like Mrs. Dever says, you're
not supposed to look at the keys anyway."

Dana was tall, like himself, but had her mother's blonde hair and blue
eyes. A very pretty girl, she had developed considerably during the six
months he'd been gone, and the mountainous breasts pushing her sweater
out were more like a woman's than a girl's. Also like her mother, she
had outstanding legs that were revealed nearly to the crotch by her
short skirt.

Her cousin/sister was the image of Lynn, except that her hair was a
dark brown. Perfectly proportioned and beautiful, she had an enticing
ass that was clearly outlined by the skin-tight jeans she was wearing.
They molded to her so closely that he could see the crease of her
cunny.

"I'm glad to hear that," Ken said. "Either of you hungry?"

"I'm not," Dana answered, in the same monotone with which she had
greeted him earlier. "I think I'll go to my room and lay down and
listen to some music. Practicing tired me out tonight."

"Me neither," Nancy said. "Uncle Ken, after I take Dana to her room,
can I go see my friend across the street? I'll be home by ten."

"I don't see why not. And thanks for helping Dana. It's nice of you."

"No problem. C'mon, kid."

"Good night, Daddy," Dana said, letting Nancy lead her away. "I'll see
you tomorrow."

"Night, baby. Have a good sleep."

While Ken was in the kitchen pouring another drink, he heard the front
door close. Returning to the living room, he sat down and stared at the
TV disconsolately, upset over Dana's reaction to his homecoming and
wondering if there was anything he could do to console her.

Until she was ten, he had been around fairly often, working mostly in
the States. But when his wife, Carol, died of cancer, he felt he had to
get as far away as possible. Lynn was divorced by that time, and wasn't
doing much modeling, so she offered to take over his household, and he
accepted eagerly.

Not only was his sister an excellent housekeeper, but she was also a
terrific fuck, and had been since they were teenagers. He thought she
would be a perfect stand-in mother for Dana, and a wonderful piece of
ass for him whenever he returned. Besides, he felt he owed something to
Toby and Nancy since he was their natural father.

When he had shown up that afternoon, he had thought that Dana's
disinterested response had been due to the trouble with her eyes, but
now he began to think there was some other reason than that. If it
hadn't been for everything else going on, he would have asked Lynn
before she left.

He gulped his drink, then went to take a piss. When he came out, he
nearly ran into Nancy in the hallway. "Back so soon?"

"Oh, Patty wasn't home. I was going to go to Ann's, but then I thought
I'd come back and keep you company."

"Fine. Glad to have you."

"I'll be out in a minute. I want to change."

Ken made himself another highball, telling himself it would be the last
one as he was beginning to feel it, then went back to his chair. He was
in the process of lighting a cigarette when Nancy entered wearing an
ankle-length blue nightgown that was so sheer he could see her body as
clearly as though she had nothing on.

The figure he had appraised underneath her clothes was nothing like the
real thing. The girl's high breasts were large, conical, and pushed out
proudly against the thin material, with dime-size nipples at the tips.
The vee of dark hair covering her pelvis was visible, as were the curls
between her rounded thighs.

"Want anything from the kitchen, Uncle Ken?" she asked as she
approached him. "I'm going to have some ice cream."

His cigarette and lighter were halfway to his lips, and he had trouble
not only keeping his eyes from her sex areas, but also in finding his
voice. Carefully training his gaze on her innocent face, he managed to
croak, "No, thanks, honey. I've just been out there."

"Okay."

As he watched her waltz across the room with her saucy ass jiggling and
the dark crevice between her buns showing, he felt a tremendous surge
in his loins and his prick began to swell. She had taken him by such
surprise, walking in like a girl in a cat house for viewing, that he
couldn't stop the reaction.

Jesus Christ! he thought. Does she walk around like that all the time?

By the time she returned with her bowl of ice cream, he was
sufficiently recovered to light his cigarette and hide his hardon as
best he could. But, when she plopped down on the couch and drew her
knees up to where he could see the patch of ringlets that surrounded
her cunt, he was unnerved again, and his prick started to throb
painfully.

"What are you watching?" she asked, totally unaware of what she was
doing to him.

"I, uhhh, don't really know. I had my mind on something else. Anything
you want to see?"

"No. I'm gonna finish this and crash. I was gonna ask you a lot about
where you've been, but I know you must be pretty beat."

Ken's hands were trembling as he sneaked quick glances at her inviting
pussy and mouth-watering tits, but she didn't notice as she was
watching the screen intently. He crossed his wrists in his lap to
conceal the erection that was bulging his robe out, trying to ignore
the lascivious thoughts that were causing his heart to race.

Get a hold of yourself, you damn fool! he thought. For God's sake,
she's your daughter!

Nancy finished her ice cream and stood up, the light from the hallway
glowing through her gown and showing every delectable outline of her
body. "Sure there's nothing I can get you?"

"No, really. I'm fine."

Smiling charmingly, she carried her bowl to the sink, then came back to
lean over him for a kiss. The top part of her nightie fell away, and he
caught a quick glimpse of her naked tits, all the way to her rosy
nipples. She pecked him lightly and hugged him.

"We're all glad you're back, Uncle Ken. I hope you'll stay a while this
time."

"I'm going to try very hard."

"Good." She straightened up and started away. "I'm going to see if Dana
has to go to the potty before I go to bed. Night."

"Good night, sweet."

Her exit left him feeling like liquid jelly, except for the rigid
erection sticking up from his pelvis. With very few exceptions, he had
never felt such a strong passionate desire. It was so vile and so
disgusting. She was his daughter!

The ice cubes in his glass clinked in his quavering hand as he lifted
it to his lips. He rubbed his brow and his eyes, wondering if he hadn't
been away from humanity so long that he had forgotten what normalcy
was. He'd heard of it happening, but he wasn't that kind of man! Not at
all!

A return trip to the kitchen for a straight shot soothed his rattled
nerves a bit, and, after a calming cigarette, he felt a little better.
It was nine o'clock, and he debated whether to wait up for Lynn and
Toby, then decided against it. What he needed was some sleep to get
back to normal.

Turning off the television, he stepped into the hallway, then noticed a
light under Dana's closed door. Thinking he might smooth things over if
he spoke to her briefly, he stepped up to it, rapped softly, then went
in.

Dana was stretched out on her bed with one arm flung over her eyes,
listening to music from her 8-track, wearing a flimsy yellow gown of
the same type as Nancy's.



Chapter 2


Not certain whether the girl was asleep, Ken approached the bed as
quietly as possible and stood staring down at the still form. The twin
mounds of her titties jutted upward under her nightie like two
magnificent peaks. Her coral-colored nipples were much larger than
Nancy's. Devouring her with his eyes, he gazed at the blonde tufts that
swirled around her pelvis and into her crotch.

"Dana," he whispered, "are you awake?"

She lifted her arm from her face and dropped it to her side. "Yes,
Daddy. Did you want something?"

"Just a little talk, if you're not too tired."

"No, that's okay." She swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat
up. "What did you want to talk about?"

Ken took the chair from her desk in the corner of the room and sat down
in front of her. His organ was already on the rise again, making him
more uncomfortable than he had been originally. "Nothing too important,
baby. Are your eyes bothering you?"

"Huh uh. Not too much. It just, well, makes me feel dumb, not being
able to see."

"It won't be much longer, I understand. It's uncomfortable, I'm sure,
but you can handle it."

Dana bobbed her head. "I know."

"You've got a lot of courage. Were the other burns very bad?"

"No. The doctor says that I won't even have any scars."

"Do you mind if I see them?"

The girl chewed on her lower lip pensively. "There's not much to see.
At least that's what Lynn says."

"I'd still like to, if you don't mind." For reasons he couldn't fathom,
he had an urgent desire to see his daughter naked, and the yearning was
so strong it was making his balls ache.

"I guess it's all right for you to look," she said with a tone of
resignation. "Everyone else has."

Rising to her feet, she crossed her arms in front of her and pulled the
gown up and over her head, then stood there with the garment dangling
from her fingers. The soft glow from the bedside lamp accentuated every
curve and contour of her ripe yet tender body.

Ken saw the faint tint of pink that covered her throat and shoulders,
and the contrasting whiteness of her tits where the heat evidently
hadn't penetrated her brassiere. It looked like nothing more than a
light sunburn. Taking his time, without touching her, he examined the
beautiful milky cones that were nearly as large as Lynn's, the flat
stomach and abdomen, and the pooched outer lips of her cunt that were
covered with golden fluff. The composite picture of youthful loveliness
made his prick jump wildly.

"It doesn't look bad, Dana," he said, trying to keep the note of lust
from his voice. "You should be as good as new in a couple of weeks."

"Yeah, that's what the doctor said." She sat down on the bed again
without bothering to slip on her gown. "At least it doesn't hurt."

"Has he said when the eye patches will come off?" he asked, his gaze
riveted on her ripe, down-covered pussy.

"In a couple of days, I think. Then I'll have to wear dark glasses for
a while."

Ken was in torment. He opened his robe and wrapped his fist around his
pulsing cock, knowing that she couldn't see what he was doing.
Squeezing the thick, tendoned member, he began stroking it slowly,
letting his eyes travel over her velvety figure.

"You seemed a little upset this afternoon and tonight, Dana. Is it just
because you're tired of the patches, or is it something else?"

Her lips compressed, and she swallowed hard. "Oh, I don't know, Daddy.
I . . . wanted to be able to see you when you got back. You're gone so
darn much, and now that you're here, I can't even look at you."

His hand was pumping his dick more rapidly now. "I'll be here for quite
a while, honey. Maybe for a long time. You'll have a lot of time to
look at this ugly puss."

She started to smile weakly. "You say that every time you come home,
Daddy. That you're going to stay, I mean. Then bang, you're gone again.
I've hardly been around you since . . ."

"Yes, I know. Is that what's troubling you?"

She hesitated, then said, "Yeah, kinda. It's like I don't have any
parents at all. I mean, Aunt Lynn is nice and all that, but it's not
the same. Couldn't you stay here for good? I know you could get a job
where you didn't have to travel so much, like you did when I was
little."

He continued to stroke his tool, thinking how ridiculous it was to be
jacking off and conversing with her at the same time. There was no way
he could stop, though. Not after being excited by Nancy, and now
looking straight at Dana's lush frame. Semen was bloating his nuts, and
he had to release it through his hard, straining cock.

"I'm going to try, baby," he said huskily. "I want to be together with
you, too. I always have, but I also have my job to think of so I can
pay the bills. It's not easy."

Dana sighed and slumped forward, making her bountiful titties bobble.
"I know you've got problems, Dad. It's just . . . well, I do need you.
A lot."

"Honey," he said, perspiration breaking out on his forehead as he
mentally fucked the young nymph while jerking feverishly on his pole,
"I know you do. I'll make it all up to you somehow."

Ken was sliding the skin up and down on his joint, slapping the heel of
his hand against his pelvis. His legs were quivering with tautness, and
his back was arched. It was coming. He could feel the viscous liquid
speeding toward his prick. The bulbous head of his tool was swollen to
the bursting point, and a droplet of pre-cum was already hanging in the
pee slit.

"Daddy," Dana asked, cocking her head to one side, "what's that noise?"

"What . . . noise?" He was on the verge.

"That funny sound. Are you doing something?"

"Yes," he rasped. "I'm . . . rubbing my leg. It's a little stiff from
the flight."

"Oh. Do you want me to do it for you?"

Oh, God! he thought. If you could only put your hand on my prick and
pound me off! Christ, you're delicious! If you weren't my daughter . .
.!

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhhh!"

Molten jizz spurted like a jetting fountain from his cock, hung in the
air, then rained down on the carpet between them. He twitched with each
squirt, the tendons standing out on his neck, as he continued to flag
his jumping rod until the last drops of cum had oozed out to dribble
down over his hand.

"Is there something wrong, Daddy?" Dana asked anxiously. "Are you all
right?"

Ken let out a long breath of relief and leaned back in the chair. "I'm
okay, sweet. I just had a cramp, is all. Everything's fine."

"Jeez, I was worried there for a minute. Are you sure you don't want me
to rub it?"

"No, kitten. Just stay where you are. It'll go away. I'll just walk
around for a second or two."

Carefully avoiding the drops of sperm on the rug, he went to the
dresser for some tissues, wiped himself off, then sopped up the
expended cum from the floor. After disposing of the tissues, he closed
his robe and tied the sash.

"Did that help?" the girl asked.

"Yes. Look, honey, I'm going to hit the sack. Is there anything I can
get you?"

Her face colored slightly. "I do have to go to the bathroom. Would you
mind helping me?"

"Of course not. C'mon."

When she stood, he took her by the elbows and guided her down the hall,
feeling the heat from her lithe young body against him. Reaching the
bath, he led her to the stool, lifted the lid, then lowered her gently
to the seat.

"Will you wait outside?" she asked shyly.

"Sure." He stepped back into the hall, making enough noise so that she
could hear him go, then turned and watched her. She parted her thighs
and let loose a hissing stream into the bowl for what seemed to him
like two minutes. Even watching her piss aroused him. Then she groped
for the toilet roll, and wiped herself.

"Okay, Dad, I'm ready."

On the way back to her room, he held her more closely, so that her bare
tit rubbed against him. By the time they were at her bedside, he was
hard again. He helped her back into her nightie, put the chair back so
she wouldn't fall over it if she got up, then tucked her in.

"Good night, baby," he said, leaning over to kiss her full on the lips.
"I'll turn out the light and shut off the music."

"Thanks, Daddy. And please stay this time, will you?"

"I'll do my damnedest, Dana. Believe me."

In the master bedroom, he shrugged off his robe and climbed into bed
naked, the way he normally slept. The events of the evening troubled
him, making him think he was some kind of lecher for letting the two
young girls disturb him so much. Admittedly, he hadn't had much
screwing in the last six months, but that still was no excuse for the way he had felt.

He mused for a while, then weariness finally overcame him and the last thing he heard before drifting off to sleep was the distant opening and closing of the front door.

Lynn let herself in, followed by her son, whom she had picked up on the way home from her first-aid class. While Toby fixed himself a snack, she checked on the girls and Ken and found them all sound asleep. After
telling Toby she was going to bed and to shut up the house, she went to her room and stripped for bed.

Lighting a last cigarette, she sat down on the edge of the mattress and pondered whether she should take the chance of sneaking into Ken's room and giving him a blow-job, which she had been thinking about all evening. He had such a fantastic prick, immense, hairy, and veined.

No, I'd better not, she thought. He doesn't know how things are around here yet, and he's probably too tired to go off again.

Still, the idea of having his gorgeous pecker in her mouth remained with her, and it wasn't long before she could feel warm vaginal liquid
seeping into the crevice of her cunt. Glancing down, she saw that her bare nipples were hard and extended, and wanted a mouth on them so
badly it was torment.

"That settles that!" she murmured aloud.

Stubbing out her butt, she went to the dresser and took out a penis-shaped vibrator, the instrument that gave her such satisfaction when nothing else was available. Returning to the bed she laid down with her legs splayed and her knees drawn up.

Switching on the dildo, she parted the puffy lips of her twat and began rubbing the thing lightly over her sensitive clit, feeling the tingle
of it throughout her body. She began writhing and squirming as the delightful sensation excited her, then she moved the device down to her gaping, squishy cunt hole and inserted it into her prickling vagina, pushing it up into her as far as she could.

"Ooohhh! Hhhuuuhhh! Gggaaahhh! Oh, God! Uuummm! Ooohhh!"

Simpering very quietly, she began fucking herself, wondering as she always did when she used the thing why a man's prick didn't vibrate
like that. The pointed cylinder was well oiled with her lubricating juices, and went in and out with ease. When it began to warm up, she
started lurching her hips off the mattress and rotating her pussy on the divine substitute.

"Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Oh, sweet Jesus!
Gggaaahhh! Mother! Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Her climax was abrupt, and she bit on a knuckle to keep from shouting out with sheer pleasure. When her trembling and fluttering had ceased, she left the vibrator embedded in her cunt, pulled the covers over her,
and turned off the light. With the fake cock inside her, she relaxed into a contented sleep.

When Ken arrived in the kitchen the next morning, he found Lynn already busy preparing breakfast. It jolted him to see that she was wearing a knee-length nightie of flaming red that was as sheer as either one of the girl's. He was still gawking at her when she turned away from the stove and gave him a bright smile.

"Good morning, Brother. Sit down. I'll have your coffee on the table in a second."

He dropped down at the table and lit a cigarette while she poured him a
cup of steaming liquid and brought it over. He was still not quite awake, but the coffee smelled wonderful.

"Are the kids up yet?"

"Oh, yes. Nancy took Dana's tray in a few minutes ago, and Toby's getting dressed. He and I have a lot of things to do today. I've got to
buy him some clothes, and we have to pick up our tickets at the travel agency."

Ken had taken a couple of testy sips of coffee, and his mind was beginning to clear. "Does Dana feed herself?"

"Oh, no. I suppose she could, but it's too inconvenient for her. One of us always feeds her."

Lynn had gone back to the stove to dish up his bacon and eggs when Toby came in, neatly dressed in a sport shirt and slacks. He was tall for his age, stocky, with long sandy hair and the family's green eyes. A good-looking boy, Ken remembered him as usually being shy around adults or girls.

"Hi, buddy," Ken said cheerfully. "You're looking good this morning."

"Hi. Thanks." He turned to Lynn. "Mom, can I go over to Tommy's and get my portable radio to take along? You can pick me up there on your way to town."

"All right, but make sure you stay there. I don't want to hunt all over the neighborhood for you."

"I will. Bye. See ya, Uncle Ken."

"Right, Toby."

As he was leaving, the boy brushed by Nancy who was returning with Dana's tray and who was dressed in the same gauzy gown she had worn the night before. Ken's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything as Lynn placed a full plate in front of him.

"Morning, Uncle Ken," Nancy said. She set the tray by the sink, then washed and dried her hands. "Mom, I'm going to go straighten up my
room, now. Okay?"

"Yes. And you'll have to clean the house today, too. I'll be gone with Toby for quite a while, then we have to come home and pack."

"Sure, I don't mind. Dana's all set. I'll give her a bath later on."

Ken watched her near-naked titties bobble and her pert ass jiggle as she left the room, then turned back to his breakfast while Lynn poured
herself a cup of coffee and joined him.

"Everything all right?" she asked.

"Fine." He bit into a piece of toast. "Look, I don't want to sound like a prude, but do you think it's a good idea for you and the girls to
parade around in front of Toby with hardly anything on?"

Lynn seemed genuinely surprised. "Why on earth not?"

"Well, for one thing, it isn't decent. For another, the boy might start getting ideas."

The woman tossed her head back with laughter. "Well, of all the things to say after what we did when we were kids! For God's sake, don't you
remember?"

"Damn right I do, but we didn't do anything in front of our parents. And they didn't go around naked in front of us, either."

"Ken," she said soberly, "times have changed. Nudity isn't nasty or immoral any more. A lot of families make a practice of going around in
their homes all the time without a stitch on. It satisfies the kids' curiosity and gives them a more open mind toward the human body and
sex."

"That may well be, but speaking as a male, I know what the sight of a nude woman does to a boy or man. Hasn't Toby ever gotten a hard-on when he saw you like that?"

Lynn lit a cigarette with obvious slowness. "Weeelll, yes, he has. Not out in the open, but I could see it in his shorts or pants."

"And how do you suppose that affects him? What does he do, go in his room and jack off?"

"Ssshhh! Not so loud. The girls might hear. He probably does pound off once in a while. Most boys that age do, just like you did."

"Right, but why provoke him? And speaking of the girls, what do they think when they see a big bulge in Toby's pants? Surely they must have
some idea of what's happening and what's causing it."

The dour look on Lynn's face showed that she thought he was chewing her out. "So what if they do? Where's the harm in that? They're going to find out about sex sooner or later, and I'd much rather have them learn it at home. Wouldn't you?"

Ken popped the last bite of bacon into his mouth and pushed his plate away. "Have you had a talk with the kids about sex?"

"No. I was waiting to discuss it with you, and hoping we could approach them together. After all, with three kids, it's a pretty big job for
one person."

"I agree." He lit a cigarette. "Just how much have they seen that you know of?"

She stood up, spun around so that he could see her body through her nightie, then sat down again. "That's all that Toby's been exposed to,
I'm sure. That goes for what he's seen of the girls, too."

"Have the girls ever seen him naked with a hard-on?"

"No. I'm positive of that. If they had, they would have come to me and asked questions. Girls are just as curious as boys, you know."

"I suppose," he said. "So, just how far do you think we ought to go when we talk to them?"

Lynn smiled and put a hand on his arm. "I'll leave that up to you. Think about it while I'm gone, and let me know when I get back.
Whatever we do, it's going to have to be soon. They're all at the age where they'll want to know everything."

He grinned back at her. "Well, I'll do what I can, but it's not exactly in my line. Maybe I can find a book on it or something. You give it some thought, too."

"I will." She stood up. "Right now, I've got to shower and dress. If I don't get started, I'll never get done. Leave things where they are.
Nancy'll take care of it later."

"Okay." When she left, he brooded over what she had said as he finished his coffee and cigarette.

Lynn went to her room to pick out what she was going to wear and found Nancy there, making up her bed. Standing on the dresser, in plain sight where she had left it, was the vibrator that she had left buried all night in her twat. It was still glistening wet from her vaginal fluid,
and she hurried over to wipe it off with tissues before putting it away.

"Mom, what's that thing?" Nancy asked.

"It's a . . . a sort of massager, dear."

"How come it was all gooey and sticky?"

"I, uhhh, was using some lotion, honey. Why don't you go lay out some fresh linens for me in the hall bathroom? I'm going to take a shower in
a minute."

"Okay. Does Uncle Ken want anything?"

"No, I don't think so. Run along, now."

As she put away the dildo and shut the drawer, Lynn cursed herself for her stupidity. If Toby had found it, he was old enough to figure out
what it was really used for, and that would have been very embarrassing.

Laying her clothes out on the bed, Lynn wondered if Ken had any suspicion of what had been going on between herself and Toby. Of
course, the boy had gotten an erection when he saw all the nearly bare tits and cunts running around the house. It had been her idea, and when she realized her mistake, she had done her best to correct it.

After the first few times she had seen his boyish peter rise, she had taken him into her bedroom and explained what was happening to him, and he had admitted to masturbating. Since it was her fault to begin with, she started jacking him off to give him the release he needed. Soon after, her impulses got the better of her, and she began sucking his cock.

Neither of the girls had ever been aware of what was going on. She had been very strict about that. But of late, both she and Toby had wanted to do it more and more often, and it worried her because it was getting dangerous.

It was for that reason, and that reason alone that she was taking him along on the trip. Perhaps by the time they got back, she would have thought of a way to sensibly explain the situation to Ken in terms that wouldn't make him angry. It wasn't a question of whether to tell her brother, it was a question of how!

Ken drained his cup, then strode through the house to the master bedroom without seeing any of the family. He took off his robe, stepped
in to a scalding shower for a full twenty minutes to both freshen his spirits and ease the bone-deep tiredness he felt. He shaved leisurely, then went into the bedroom to dress. After looking into the closet for several minutes, he decided the hell with it. He was on vacation, damn it! Slipping back into his karate robe, he went down the hall to Dana's room and knocked.

"Come in," the girl called out.

"How are you doing this morning?" he asked when he went inside.

"A lot better, Daddy. I slept deeper than I have for a long time. I think it's because you're back."

There was a lump in his throat as he grabbed her desk chair and swung it around to sit on it backward with his arms folded across the back.
She had thrown the covers back, and once again he was able to see the outline of her body, her firm titties and fluffy cunt hair.

"I'm glad to hear that, honey. Is there anything you need or want?"

"No, I'm doing great. Aunt Lynn and Toby are leaving today, aren't they?"

"Uh huh. Later on this afternoon."

"I'm going to like that. Maybe you'll be able to spend more time with me, then. Lying in this bed gets pretty tiresome."

"I'll bet it does. As soon as we get things squared away, we'll get together and I'll tell you all about where I've been and what I've been
doing."

"Oh, that would be super!" She paused, then said sadly, "I sure wish I could see you. That would be even more super."

"It won't be long, baby. Have patience. I'm going to go read the paper, now. If there's anything you want, call out."

"I will." She heard him go to the door, then said, "Daddy, I'm really happy that you're home again."

"So am I, kitten. So am I."

He reached the living room just in time to catch Lynn going for the door, wearing a low-cut knit dress that she filled out in all the right
places. The thought struck him that she was almost as sexy dressed as nude.

"Leaving?"

"Oh, yes, Ken. I'm late now. I don't want you to do a damn thing while I'm gone. You just rest and take it easy."

"Don't worry. I will. See you later."

She tossed him the morning paper on her way out, and he sank down in his chair to read it, thankful that there was nothing else to do.
Continued