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Jack looked at me knowingly when Istrolled in, more than an hour late.

"Shut up, man," I said. Though he hadn't actually said anything.

"You look like you could use a coffee," he said.

I shrugged. "Sure."

We left the office building and went next door. After grabbing our coffees, we stood outside with them. It was raining out, so no one else was likely to join us.

"Heard about your little adventure last night. Good for you."

"Yeah, I guess. How did you hear-"

Jack waved the comment away before I could finish expressing it. "Come on, man, everyone knows. Not just about you and your mother, and the show she put on with the twins. But what's happening more broadly."

"They do?" My mother. The cat was out of the bag. "What is happening?"

"Shit, if you were on time for work, you'd know. It's all anyone's talking about."

I took a long swig of coffee.

He clapped me one the back. "A literal motherfucker. Ain't it awesome?"

"Suppose," I said. "So I take it that you're in the motherfucker club too, then?"

"Yup. Iva was better. But fucking the aunt you didn't know you had isn't quite as perverse, so Mom's got that going for her. Plus a killer ass."

"It really is affecting everyone, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure is. Incest, incest, and nothing but incest. And, I tell you, the only thing that bothers me about that is that I'm not related to Brianna. She must be the hottest thing around. I can't tell you how much I wish she was my cousin." He paused, noting my lack of emphatic agreement. "What? She not your type?"

I held up my hands in protest as best I could, given the coffee cup held in one of them. "Whoa, I didn't even say anything, man."

"Exactly," he said, tipping back his own cup. "I thought she was everyone's type."

"What can I say, I prefer voluptuous," I said.

He jerked his head back as if slapped. "You saying she's a stick-figure?"

"I guess she's got a nice rack, for her size. But-"

"For any size," he interjected.

I shrugged noncommittally.

"And she hasn't really got much of an ass," I said. "Not like, say, your mother. Now that there is a true work of art."

"Have you seen Brianna work it? That girl tears up a dance floor."

I was pretty sure that I had, at that. Couldn't remember when or where, but now that Jack said it, I dimly recalled having seen my cousin dance before, and being blown away. But still. Imagine if a woman with a real figure had those same moves. "To each his own, I guess." I rattled my empty coffee cup. For a moment, I considered getting another coffee, but the line was even longer than it was before, which was long enough.

"So, who's next for you?" he asked before finishing off his own. The look on his face said that while he was willing to let the subject go, I'd be a fool to think he was willing to accept that reasonable people could disagree about whether Brianna was as hot as it got.

"Tara, probably. If I can. Kinda hoping for a threesome with her and my mom."

"You have something against younger women?" Jack asked.

"No. You have something against older women?"

"Not at all. I've fucked my mom and Aunt Iva, right? But if Brianna and Skye are off-limits because they're on your side of the family, I'd at least like to tap Natalie's ass."

I didn't reply.

My sister had plenty nice curves. That wasn't the problem there. Something about her just didn't do it for me though.

"You wouldn't fuck her either? Are you serious?"

"Of course I would. Brianna too. Just saying neither's at the top of my list."

"Shit. Tell me you'd at least like to fuck Skye? Talk about an ass that's a true work of art. I mean, sure, my mom's is nice, but wow."

"True. True. No arguments on that one."

"Okay, there's hope for you yet," Jack said. "Not much, maybe, but at least some." He shook his head. "Neither at the top of your list. Fucking crazy."

"But, and I'm just saying, you can't look at Skye's tits then look at my mother's and tell me that Skye doesn't come up short."

He laughed. "The same goes for everyone. Even Iva. Shit, man, your mom's are too big," Jack said. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm still looking forward to fucking her. I've seen the way she looks at me. And she'd make a nice contrast with the others. But at the end of the day, that's definitely not my type. Those things are just unreal. There's hourglasses and then there's hourglasses and then there's your mother. I'd feel like I was fucking Jessica Rabbit or something. Don't you?"

"Well, yeah, kinda," I said. "But you say that like it's a bad thing."

He snorted.

"You one of those who says more than a handful is a waste?" I asked.

Jack gestured towards the office and started walking without waiting for a response. "No, no. I mean, there's something to be said for larger than life. But it's like a novelty. You want to see what it's like now and then, but you still realize it's unnecessary. No?"

"Unnecessary? Is even a B cup necessary?"

Jack laughed. "Touche."

"I mean, I'm just not sure that `necessary' is a useful standard," I said. "They're fun to play with. That's it. Can even be a lot of fun to play with, for that matter. And they're damn nice to look at. But sure, of course no one needs big breasts."

"Fair enough. But for me, after they get bigger than Aunt Iva's, and she ain't small, I start thinking they look a little funny."

"Well, Iva does have a pretty sweet pair. I'll give you that."

"Pretty sweet? God, man, you need help. They're perfect. Say it with me. Per-fect."

"Okay, okay. They're per-fect. Two syllables."

He clapped me on the back as we hurried across the street, hands over our heads.

"So, I feel like we've had this conversation before. Or one an awful lot like it. You really have no idea what's happening?" I asked my cousin.

He flashed me an incredulous look. "Have we? I don't remember. But I'll take your word for it. I have to admit, there were times that I got a serious sense of deja vu."

"Same here."

We passed through the sliding glass doors into the lobby. Just ahead, we saw Brianna and Natalie getting into the elevator, presumably to head up to the studio. Neither wore anything but a bra and panties.

Fuck, they did look good. That was hard to deny. I stood by my position that Brianna could stand to be a little more voluptuous, and I'd have gladly payed my sister to stop tanning and dying her hair, but it was hard not to look at them and realize why most men would think me crazy for thinking my mother more attractive.

Jack smacked my arm, pointed across the tiled floor to them. "See now, how can you look at that and tell me they don't belong at the top of your list?"

"Yeah, you've got a point," I said, drinking in their young, slender, figures. And, more importantly, painfully gorgeous faces. And they were absolutely gorgeous, there was no denying. And the makeup wasn't hurting anything either. No one needed makeup any more than they needed big breasts, but any woman who thought she didn't look better with it was lying to herself. At least in my mind. I'd met guys who swore it turned them off, that they'd really prefer a girl who wore none. More power to 'em, I guess.

Brianna had the less curvaceous figure, but if there had ever been a woman who looked better from the neck up, it was news to me. In the back of my mind, I had the sense that she'd done something to me at one point that should have made me hate her. But despite myself, my heart raced the moment I saw that smile, even from all the way across the lobby.

"What I wouldn't give...," Jack said.

#

I got back to my desk and found the red light on my phone blinking. Without even opening my laptop to check my email, which wasn't easy for me, I picked up the handset and dialed the voicemail extension.

My father, the president of the company, wanted to see me. Post haste.

Cindy was not at her desk, and the door to Dad's office was open. Even so, I knocked. Dad looked up from his desk and called for me to come in. I entered the oversized office and closed the door behind me. There were plush offices, then there were plush offices, then there was my father's office. Inside, it was large enough to take up the entire fifth floor, and then some. Even though it wasn't the only office on the floor. Which made all kinds of sense. But then, reality apparently stopped at the front door, so why not.

The office was well appointed too. Dad's desk was larger than my cubicle. There were several nice carpets, two leather couches with a modern glass coffee table between them, a mini-bar, and a private bathroom. Perhaps best of all, two of the four walls were entirely made of glass, though at the moment the Venetian blinds shut out the view. Still, that had to make for a hell of a view, when he wanted it.

Like everyone else, Dad didn't really look his age. But there were more visible signs of maturity in this idealized version of him than could be found on any of the women. His dark-brown hair was peppered with silver, and he had wingtips at the temples. His goatee was silver around his mouth, though dark otherwise. His skin was dark and weathered, with enough wrinkles to look rugged but no more. Despite that, though, he was every bit as fit as his sons, and a few inches taller than any of us besides. Including Todd, though it was by a smaller margin in the case of my younger brother than with me.

And he was dressed to impress. His Italian suit probably cost as much as my first car had. It was hard to say, since I didn't know as much as some men about such things. But even I knew it was not the kind of suit most guys wore, even at the big law firms downtown.

A glass tumbler filled with bourbon sat nestled within one hand, and a Cuban cigar poised between two fingers of his other.

Dad gestured with the cigar for me to sit in one of the small chairs opposite his giant of a desk. The chairs were comfortable, but they were chosen to ensure that anyone occupying them would sit a few inches lower than Dad.

"I received an interesting email this morning," he said. "Care to guess what it contained?"

I loosened my tie. "Sir, I can-"

"Fuck the sir shit, Frank. You know I'm your father." He put the cigar down, walked over to the mini-bar. "Care for a drink? Fine bourbon."

"Yes, please," I said.

"On the rocks?"

"Straight up."

"Good man," he said, bringing me over a tumbler identical to his. He held his glass up.

I clinked mine to his. "Cheers."

"So, tell me, what happened last night."

"Mom told me that she was fucking around on you, and that she was specifically making a point of fucking your employees. It was going to happen whether I participated or not. I realize that doesn't make it right, but I just-"

Dad started laughing uncontrollably. He clapped me on the shoulder. "Oh, for goodness' sake, Frank, I'm just fucking with you. We're all depraved shits here."

I sighed, forced a nervous laugh. "Guess so."

"Far as I'm concerned, you, or anyone else who wants her, can have her."

Should I tell him thank you? Or tell him he was an unappreciative ass?

He took a slow sip of his bourbon. "This is the life, though, isn't it? Burning through fake money, drinking the finest liquor, fucking the finest ass. And it's all in the family."

"Yeah," I said. I probably should offered more of a reply, but I just wasn't sure what to say. I felt like I should be ashamed, and was having a hard time with the fact that no one else thought so. But I'd be lying if I said actually was ashamed. If Mom told me she was going to try to resist the unearthly temptations, I'd be devastated.

"But here's the thing. Like I said, I don't give a shit if you want to fuck your mother. Maybe you like gigantic udders. I can do without that, but hey. What I'm trying to say is, I expect," he stopped. "No, I can't tell you what to do. What I mean is that I'd appreciate if you step out of the way when it comes to-"

There came a knock at the door. Before Dad could answer, it opened.

My father's sisters walked in. They closed the door behind them.

They did in fact look a lot alike. I couldn't believe I hadn't seen it earlier.

There were differences, to be sure, but the family resemblance was unmistakeable now that I looked for it. Particularly in their faces. They did, however, have different physiques.

Cindy lived in the gym. You know, when she wasn't fucking Dad, at least. Her breasts were larger than you'd expect for a woman who was so toned, but they weren't amazing. Her ass, though, was what most men would call perfect. Could have been a touch bigger for my taste, and a bit softer, but I stood by my earlier claim that it was a work of art. And on her petite frame, it seemed downright oversized. It was so round, and sat nice and high on her frame. Despite its size, you could just tell it was basically solid muscle.

Iva was nowhere near as fit, though she was also far from being in bad shape. Maybe her metabolism just hadn't started slowing down yet, even though she had to at least be in her late thirties, maybe even early forties.

For all that age meant anything to us. My father was past fifty, but his body didn't seem to have gotten the message.

Iva had a slender waist and fairly nice legs. Her breasts were, well, perfect. Jack had been right about that. My mother's had a definite appeal. I didn't like hearing others call them too big. But looking at Iva, I had to admit, hers were actually more appealing. There was nothing cartoonish about her figure. She was just exceptionally well endowed.

Both women had fair skin. Iva's even more so than Cindy's. Both had blonde hair. Cindy's had prominent dark roots, almost to the point that she looked like a brunette with blonde highlights. Iva's was also dirty blonde, but more even in color.

And both were dressed like they were about to model lingerie for a catalogue. Or, you know, fuck like bunnies. Cindy wore a translucent pink cami that barely covered her breasts, leaving her skin exposed from her hips to her ribs. Her g-string was equally flimsy, and I could see her swollen labia through the gossamer fabric. Besides the camisole and g-string, she wore white fishnet stockings, pink heels and a headband with bunny ears on it. The ears, naturally, were white on the outside and pink on the inside. Her nails were painted a light pink, matching her outfit.

Iva wore a black babydoll that didn't quite fall to her waist. It had bright pink triangles attempting to cover her huge breasts. A matching bright pink thong just barely hid her snatch. Black thigh-high leather boots with stiletto heels encased her long legs. A silk black choker with a pink bow wreathed her neck. Her nails were a much brighter pink than the pastel tone her sister wore, consistent with the louder pink found in the rest of her get-up. She was the naughty to her sister's nice, apparently.

Dad cleared his throat. "Ladies, it's not 12:30 yet. Not even 11:30."

"We couldn't wait," Cindy said.

"Is he going to join us?" Iva asked, looking at me. Her brown eyes were wide and a smile formed on her luscious lips. They were possibly the fullest lips I'd ever seen, and the bright pink lipstick made sure you'd notice. Cindy's were nice as well, but holy shit.

"I don't kno-" Dad began.

"Oh, dear, how sweet of you," Cindy said. "What an unexpected treat!"

"I-—I-" The protest wouldn't come out. I felt like I should protest, for Dad's sake, but I just couldn't bring myself to refuse these two blonde beauties.

Dad tipped his glass to me. "The more the merrier, right?"

I clinked my glass against his then downed the remainder of the bourbon. "Right."

Iva was in my arms a moment later. I looked over to see that Cindy already had Dad's package in her mouth. Either he'd put some effort into enhancing it, or he was quite well-endowed naturally. If so, I wondered why he hadn't managed to pass that on to me.

My aunt grabbed my jaw, pulling my eyes away from Dad and Cindy to look at her. Her eyes were deepest brown. Wasn't every day you saw eyes like that on a blonde. I was just getting lost in them when she pulled me in for a kiss.

I was still gasping for air when I realized my pants were gone and she was mimicking her sister. Her lips were a gift from heaven. And she was talented too. Like Mom had the night before, she might as well have been unhinging her jaw. My mother gave really good head. Iva gave great head. If anyone could compare at all, it was Brianna.

Except I knew that wasn't quite right. Brianna not only compared. She was better. And it wasn't because of anything she did physically. It was that she had immense supernatural power. And for that reason, Brianna was not the only one who was better than Iva. Grandma Kaitlin, Iva's own mother, was without peer in that and a great many other areas.

Still, just at the moment, the logical part of my brain was having a hard time persuading the other part that it was even possible for anyone to deliver greater pleasure with their mouth than the aunt I didn't know I'd had was doing for me right then.

She was swallowing a hot load of my jizz within a minute. And another one very soon after that. I could have cried, it felt so good.

The sisters stood up, wiping their mouths with the back of their hands in an identical motion. It was almost freaky. "Okay, boys," Cindy said, taking Dad by the hand.

"You've been warmed up," Iva said, taking my hand as well. They led us over to the leather sofa in the corner of the office and sat us down.

"For now, enjoy the show," Cindy said.

Music started to pour out of the high-end speakers on Dad's desk. Cindy and Iva started dancing, grinding on each other, shaking their asses in our faces. They made out with each other, felt one another up. Iva lay down on the coffee table while Cindy sat just above her face, running her hands over the thin fabric covering her pussy. Cindy cupped Iva's full breasts, bounced them in her palms. Iva turned Cindy around, bent her over to pop her ass out, and spanked her repeatedly.

Cindy had surprisingly hot moves. I never would have pictured my responsible, progressive, NPR-loving aunt shaking her hips and ass like that. And god, it was a nice ass.

But Iva stole the show.

She moved like she had earned a living from a stripper pole for years. Her hips had a range of motion that didn't seem possible. Probably wasn't. Just on the basis of how she moved, I went from thinking she had a moderately nice lower body to hardly noticing the difference between her modest curves and the more impressive ones her sister was sporting. Much the way I half-remembered that Brianna could hypnotize me despite her relative lack of curves. And when Iva shook her breasts, a little drool made its way down my chin. Hell, she hadn't even taken the babydoll off yet and I was ready to be her slave, if she wanted. Yet another way that she and Brianna were in a class all their own.

Dad and I were wantonly stroking our cocks by the end of the first song. My dick was now swollen to twice its ordinary size and was still just barely bigger than his. Moreover, I realized that he too had packed on about twenty pounds of muscle. I'd hoped to distinguish myself from him in that way, but no such luck. I had biceps like cannon balls, a huge chest, chiseled abs with deep grooves between them, and powerful thighs. But so did Dad. It took a great deal of effort on my part to close the gap between us in height. If he'd bothered to augment himself there, I doubt I could have caught up again. But, regardless of whether I could say that I was better looking than my father, I was at least confident that I looked a lot better than I had a minute ago. And I hadn't been unattractive then.

Throughout the second song, the sisters teasingly pulled each other's clothes off. Except for boots, heels and stockings.

Iva was shaved bald. Cindy had a thin strip of golden-brown hair above her slit. Both had beautiful pussies, with prominent lips that curled prettily around their holes rather than loose flaps hanging beneath them. Their labia were pink, not at all gray like some women's.

During the third song, they started to really explore each other. Sucking each other's breasts. Fingering each other's snatches and back doors.

I started wondering, what if you took Iva's chest, combined that with Cindy's ass.... If you could combine the best parts of each, you'd have a woman so hot it would be absurd.

A new song had started. Cindy was lying on the coffee table, her lean, muscular thighs wrapped around her sister's head as Iva enthusiastically slurped the older woman's pussy. Meanwhile, Cindy played with her own nipples.

Dad got up, started to kneel behind Iva.

"Nope. Not yet," Cindy said.

So we waited anxiously, watching as Iva continued sucking on her sister's labia and tonguing her clit while working more and more fingers inside. Before long, she was shoving her entire fist in and out of Cindy's box, much to the latter's delight.

After Cindy got off, Iva took her sister's place on the coffee table. She gathered her big breasts up in her hands and pressed one to her mouth. I watched as my aunt flicked a stiff nipple back and forth a few times with her tongue. My mother could easily get a mouthful of her own breasts, as she'd proven to me last night. Iva couldn't quite manage that, I didn't think. But this was still nice to watch.

Iva's nipples were light pink, not dark like many women's. And incredibly puffy. Her breasts sat so high on her chest, despite their considerable size, they almost looked fake. But they had just enough hint of sag to them, and they fell to the side when she lay on her back, that they couldn't possibly be implants.

While Iva played with her breasts, Cindy bent a double-dildo in the middle and worked it into both of her sister's holes. Iva gyrated her hips, pushing herself onto the dildo. She made the most pleasant sounds as the thing disappeared inside both of her glorious holes.

Dad and I sat on the edge of the sofa, wanking furiously.

"Do you like that?" Cindy asked. "Watching your sister, your aunt, taking it in two holes at once? Don't you wish it was your two hard cocks?"

"Fuck yes," Dad said. "Let us. Let us fuck her."

"Mmm, in time," Iva said. "But not yet."

Cindy kept one hand on the dildo while she reached between her sister's legs and teased Iva's clit with the other. Iva started shaking and groaning with ecstasy as she came.

Finally, the women seemed done teasing us. Iva climbed into Dad's lap, reached around her back, took hold of Dad's fat cock, and started jerking him.

Cindy came up beside me, turned her back to me, and draped one statuesque leg over my thighs. She bent forward, pushing her firm, round ass into my face. I took her hips in my hands, pulling her ass closer still, and ran my tongue up and down the deep crevasse separating her meaty cheeks, pulled them apart so I could swirl my tongue around her brown bud. Reaching between my legs, Cindy took the massive tree stump that was my cock in her hands and jerked it slowly while I continued giving her a rimjob.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw that Iva had let my father force his monster inside her tight vag. Her eyes bulged and she slumped against him, her back limp, like she was about to melt and slide off of him.

"Sorry, stud, I'm not sure I'm ready to put that gigantic thing in my ass," Cindy said as she guided my stiff, bulbous head to her vaginal opening.

"Fine by me," I said, pulling her down into my lap. I rammed every inch of my dick inside her all at once. She gasped, hissing her next few breaths through clenched teeth. Inside, she gripped tighter than tight. Ever so slowly, she relaxed, her walls pulsating.

"Oh, fuck," she said, leaning back and laying her head against my right shoulder. As she tweaked one of her rock-hard nipples, she said, "God, I've never felt so full."

I ran my hands over her beautiful body. Cindy rocked slowly on my lap, not so much letting my cock slide in and out of her as grinding her ass against me.

She smiled back at me, then leaned forward. Her small hands dug into my shins. Those gorgeous ass cheeks clenched and unclenched as she rocked to and fro, pushing first soft pillows then hard rocks against me. The simple pleasure of watching her ass work was almost enough to make me burst, nevermind the warm, wet hole engulfing my cock or the things she was doing from inside.

But I'd had enough of this showing off. I gripped her shoulder to keep her from rising up off my cock. Then I planted my other hand on one of her hips. Holding her firmly in place, I started thrusting my hips up at her with all my power, moving exponentially faster than a normal human could.

Cindy started convulsing in ecstasy almost instantly, and I felt her cum gush over my balls. She hooked her feet behind my ankles, leaned back, and held onto my neck with both hands. I slid one hand down, one up, gripping her breasts like handles, and renewed my assault on her pussy. It took a few minutes before she reached another climax. I felt the power I'd used to ravage her, and then some, flow into me as she did.

Gasping for air, Cindy pulled her sweaty blonde locks together and draped them over the front of her shoulder. "Jesus, Frank. I don't know where you learned to do that, but that was just about seven different kinds of perfect."

I kissed the newly exposed back of her neck. "What can I say, you bring it out of me."

"Mmm," she said, rubbing my swollen balls. "You still haven't gotten off."

I licked her earlobes. "Getting there."

"Let's try something different," she said. Showing a propensity for contortion that I'd never realized she possessed, Cindy raised one thigh up to her chest, slid around without rising off my cock, and draped that one leg over my shoulder, the other nestled between my legs. Again, she wrapped both hands tightly around my neck. The softness of her inner thigh pressed slightly against my balls. She stared hungrily into my eyes, kissing me furtively, as she gyrated from side to side, taking me deeper and deeper into her womb.

I planted one hand on her nearer ass check, which was stretched taut. The sharp curve of her thick, hard buttocks meeting her sleek thighs was unlike anything I'd ever felt. With my other hand, I cupped one of her soft breasts.

Was it the most effective position ever? Not really. But the novelty of it, the flexibility it required, and the way it let me explore her luscious curves with my hands while staring into her beautiful blue eyes, definitely had the intended effect.

And on top of that, I was fairly sure she was doing something inside my head. All of a sudden, every sensation was twice as intense. Jolts of electricity shot up my palms as they ran over her smooth skin. My hands had become sex organs on par with the foreskin of my cock. Simply touching her was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable.

My body erupted in one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced. Cum blasted out of my cock. My head spun, and I found myself gasping for air.

Cindy smiled then pulled me in for a kiss. Her one leg was now pressed tight between our shoulders, which didn't strike me as particularly comfortable, but she didn't seem to care.

After a long, passionate kiss, she pulled back. Finally, she lowered her leg from my shoulder and started to climb out of my lap.

I pulled her back down by her round, tight ass cheeks. Her knees slid up onto the couch, pressed against my hips. She smiled, wiggled her nose at me while delivering a series of rapid-fire kisses. In between, she asked, "Thirst not quenched yet?"

"Not by a long shot," I said.

She ran her hands through my hair, pressed her nails into the nape of my neck with enough pressure to be arousing but far from painful. "That's good. Very good."

Without taking my hands from her ass, I pulled her into me, pushed her away, pulled her back in, bucking my hips at the same time. At first I tried to maneuver my hips to make sure my cock angled towards her G-spot. Then I remembered I didn't need to obey the laws of anatomy. I focused my effort, picturing my cock bending sharply back towards me, then curling back out again, like an plumber's snake. It pointed right at the spongy flesh immediately above her opening, stimulating the pleasure center behind her clitoris.

Cindy gasped and collapsed against my chest, arms like rubber. "Oh, yes, yes, keep doing that! Holy shit, that's amazing!"

I slapped her ass hard, and picked up my pace.

Her breathing accelerated. You could almost believe she was running a race, so rapid and heavy was her panting against my neck.

Then I upped the ante farther, taking her earlobe in my mouth and making it just a little bit less sensitive than her clit. Like she'd done to my hands.

The blood rushing through her as she came sent waves of heat rolling off her. Or maybe it wasn't blood. Perhaps it was only on a metaphysical level that I felt her climax spread through her body. But one way or another, I felt it, and I drank it in greedily.

Finally, Aunt Cindy poured herself from my lap onto the floor, limbs too weak and shaky to stand up. A smile spilt her cheeks though. "Wow," she managed after a time.

I knelt down and kissed her on the forehead, ran my hands through her sweaty hair. "Thanks for that. Get yourself a drink. I have a feeling you'll be up and going again soon."

Her eyes glassy, she looked in my general direction. Her head nodded hollowly and she scrambled to her feet, with generous assistance from the coffee table. Her knees buckled a few times as she made her way over to the minibar, but each step was marginally more confident, more steady, than the one before.

I wasn't sure how I knew this was possible, but I'd siphoned just the right amount of energy off of her to get a huge boost without putting her out of commission for more than a few minutes. Had I taken any more, she would need some real time to recover.

Iva was still riding Dad with abandon. His eyes were rolled back, his tongue hanging out, and I wasn't sure if he even knew what was happening any more or if she was just using his stiff dick as a flesh-and-blood dildo.

For a moment, I just sat and watched my aunt work. Damn, she was beautiful. Blondes weren't my type, and while she was a bit softer than her sister, she still wasn't quite as voluptuous as I preferred. Her ass could afford to be a good deal bigger, though it was pretty nicely shaped. But I had to admit, her breasts were pretty much perfect. Much as I did enjoy playing with Mom's oversized funbags, even I had to admit they didn't look right. Looking at Mom was like looking at a Dali painting. She looked too realistic to be anything other than real, but at the same time, you knew that it was impossible for what you were seeing to occur. Iva had a slamming body, but not one that defied logic.

And she was awfully pretty. Those soft, full lips. Those big, brown eyes. That porcelain skin. Perfect bone structure. Her smile could melt any man's heart.

I came up behind her, pushed her knees towards one another, forcing Dad's legs together at the same time. Leaning over her, I nibbled her shoulder, neck and ears.

"Hey, there, stud," she said. "Cindy couldn't keep up with you?"

"Nope. Looks like Dad's not much more use to you either."

She kept thrusting. "Sure he is. Not sure he's with me mentally, but he's still hard."

I licked my thumb, ran it in circles around her asshole, pushed gently against the smooth flesh. Her ass opened up readily, as if it was no harder for her to open it wide than it was her mouth. My thumb slid all the way in to the second knuckle.

"Mmm," she said. "That's nice. Would you like to join the party?"

"Don't mind if I do."

I opened my legs wide, as if sitting on a stool that wasn't there, and lined my fat cock up with her gaping ass hole as I took my thumb out. Her hole didn't close.

After the head was inside her, she finally started to relax, letting her hole close around my cock. Slowly, easing no more than an eighth or a quarter of an inch farther in with each mini-thrust, I worked my way in until I was balls-deep.

With the last stroke, my pelvis pressed against her buttocks, Iva gasped. "God, it's huge. I thought it was just going to keep going, inch after inch, forever."

"Can you handle it? I can make it smaller."

"No, no, keep it the way it is," she said. One hand still planted on Dad's meaty shoulder, she reached back with the other, running her soft palm down my cheek. "Good fucking lord of monkey balls, it's big though."

My hands cupped her huge breasts. Quite a bit bigger than Cindy's. They were nowhere near as large as Mom's monsters, but for her petite frame, they were awfully generous. And they felt wonderful. Her thick nipples were firm, but puffy, despite standing at attention so much that there could be no doubt that they were fully engorged.

At first, I kept up with her pace, the two of us moving as one as she impaled herself on my passive father's still erect cock. But before long, I started to add an undercurrent, thrusting into her two or three times for every slap of her hips against Dad's thighs. I picked up the pace further still, and soon my balls slapped into her ass five times as often as she rocked back and crashed forward onto Dad's cock. She was shuddering almost constantly.

Then I remembered what Cindy had done to me and I to her. I gradually made Iva's nipples more sensitive. I did the same to her neck, which I was still licking and kissing.

I wasn't sure I could imagine anything better. She smelled so good. Felt so good. The way she moved, the sounds of pure ecstasy she made. I wasn't going to last long either.

Though I'd almost though I'd poured too much energy into amplifying her tactile senses, risking sensory overload, she held out. Her breathing accelerated, and she shuddered with ecstasy far more often. There was no question it was having some effect.

But nowhere near what I'd thought it would have.

However, when she at last succumbed to the looming orgasm, I almost thought she was having a seizure. However, I came at the same time. My balls convulsed as they pumped my hot cum into her ass. So neither of us got to feed off the other.

With a series of soft kisses on the back of her neck and across her shoulders, more affectionate than sexual, I pulled out and stood back. Iva climbed slowly, shakily, out of Dad's lap. But she recovered almost immediately.

For my part, I felt a bit shaky too. Not much more than her, if at all. But with all the effort I'd put forth, I'd rather expected a different outcome.

Iva glided over to me. One hand sought purchase on my bulging biceps. The other ran down my hair, over my cheek. Her provocative lips were flushed deep red. "That was...," she didn't finish the sentence, just smiled.

I kissed her deeply. It was one of the best kisses I'd ever experienced. Those lips were almost unfair. What man could hope to resist her?

With a playful tap for one of her supple ass cheeks, I led her to the mini-bar.

Cindy stood there, rubbing her pussy almost absent-mindedly. Her eyes looked more focused though. With one hand still on the small of Iva's back, I slid the other up and down the swell of Cindy's ass. "Feeling better?"

She leaned back. "Better? Is it possible to feel better than you just made me feel?"

"Less weak, then," I asked.

Cindy nodded slowly. "Yes. Not ready for another go yet, but soon."

"Good," I said. "You should see if you can't feed some energy to Dad. Do you know how to do that?"

"Yeah," she said. "I know what to do."

I kissed her a few more times, slapped her gorgeous ass, and then turned my attention back to Iva. If I'd done anything to faze her, she'dTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.