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Tom wanted my ass the next time we had sex. I was never one to deny him, and often I enjoyed the feeling of his modest cock invading my precious butthole. The whole time he was plowing my ass from behind, though, I was thinking about Matt. How it would feel to have my son's much bigger cock doing this to me, defiling my body in such a depraved and filthy way. It excited me so much I came without even touching my cunt.

Tom assumed, of course, that it was due to his cock. He slapped my ass when he realized why I was clenching so hard just then, and then thrust deeply and let his cum go inside of me. After he was finished grunting and weakly thrusting his hips against me, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed, his slimy cock already starting to soften.

"You usually don't cum from anal," he said, smiling.

I looked back at him and returned the smile. "I guess you just hit all the right spots."

He was staring at my ass, probably admiring my gaping hole that he had stretched out and abused. I loved showing off my body, to him and to my c***dren. I couldn't stop thinking about them. I even remembered Daddy staring at my tight little butthole fondly, just like Tom was doing.

"What's on your mind?" Tom asked, reaching for some tissues to clean himself up.

I moved onto my side, keeping my ass off the sheets but relaxing with his cum dripping out of me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You've seemed a bit distant today, is all. Are you feeling alright?"

"More than alright," I said, hinting at the good ass fucking he just gave me. "But I have been distracted thinking about the k**s."

"Oh?" He seemed genuinely interested. "Are they in some kind of trouble?"

"No, no. Nothing like that. But I do worry that I'm not spending enough time with them."

Tom frowned. "I wouldn't say that. If anything, I'm the one who has been neglecting them."

"That's not your fault. Your work sometimes takes you away, but you're providing for us. You're with us even when you're away."

He smiled at that. "You've always been very understanding. What do you have in mind, then?"

I reached back and wiped at the cum trail that was forming down my ass, feeling the texture of Tom's cum and noticing how it was different from Matt's. It was a bit thinner, and not nearly as much volume either. I guess it was due to age, or maybe Matt was physically more like my side of the family. His cock was bigger than Tom's, for sure.

"You're going to that work retreat next month, right?" I asked. "How long is that for?"

"Four days. You should take the k**s somewhere, have a mini vacation without me."

"That would give me a chance to spend more time with them."

I suppose if he knew what had transpired only two days ago between me and my two c***dren, he wouldn't be so eager to help satisfy my desires. In truth, I just wanted to indulge my cravings for i****t with my c***dren. I hadn't been able to fuck Matt since the other night when Tom had been working a late shift. But, oh, what a wonderful night that had been. Being filled up with my son's cum twice, and watching him do the same to his sister, my beautiful daughter. I had masturbated many times since then thinking about it.

I'm sure it was difficult for Matt, and maybe Breanna too, to avoid any sexual contact while Tom was at home. But I had made that rule very clear to them both. I knew the power that i****t had, how it was like the first time you fell in love, only stronger. Something about the forbidden family connection made it so much more intense than any other sexual conquest. That's what I had felt with Daddy all those years ago, and I was so blessed to be able to experience it again with not just one but two of my c***dren.

I hadn't really interacted directly with Breanna, only encouraged her when she fucked her brother. Matt had hinted that he wanted to see us fuck each other. I didn't feel that way about girls, but I would gladly indulge him for his pleasure. Breanna hadn't objected, but I assumed like most young girls she was curious and willing to experiment. And after all, it wouldn't be the first pussy I had ever eaten.

While Tom slept, I laid awake in bed next to him thinking about everything. Where would we go? Where could the three of us have sex with each other outside of the house, and still be safe? I masturbated silently so as not to wake Tom, and after a small and unfulfilling climax, decided to get up for a drink of water.

I passed by Matt's room and stopped at his door. I wanted so badly to go into his room, pull back the covers from his sleeping body and ride his big cock until it exploded inside of me. But I couldn't do that without making at least some noise. Matt's room was too close to mine and Tom's. But Breanna's...

I glanced further down the hallway at her door, and bit my lip trying to convince myself that this wasn't a good idea. But my desires won out, and I slowly opened Matt's door to peek in at him. He was lying on his bed without the covers, sleeping with a wonderfully full erection. I crept toward him, completely naked myself, and gently wrapped my fingers around his big cock. I carefully pulled at his foreskin, masturbating him like I knew he liked, until he stirred awake with a small moan.

"Mom?" he said, a bit surprised and even embarrassed maybe.

I put a finger to my mouth. "Quietly. We're going to Bree's room to have sex."

He smiled and was instantly awake now. We carefully moved our way out of his room and down the hall toward Breanna's room. I opened her door slowly and the both of us tiptoed inside, careful not to make any sounds. I closed the door behind us, and then turned to where my daughter was sleeping soundly.

"How should I wake her?" Matt whispered into my ear.

I reached for his cock and held it firmly in my hand. There were so many different things I wanted to do with him, I didn't know where to start. I tugged on his cock while I pondered his question.

"Why don't you eat her pussy first?" I suggested. "I'm sure she would love to wake up to that."

Matt was only too happy to oblige, and he moved toward his sister. I watched as he pulled back her covers and lifted her leg as she stirred. She didn't object, although she was still very sleepy, but looked down to see her brother's head between her legs. I could see her melt immediately, and spread her legs even wider for him.

The two of them were good at being quiet about it, especially when I could see how much Breanna was enjoying this. I moved closer and knelt next to her bed, so I could touch her face. She smiled up at me, and started to grimace as she was approaching an orgasm. I kissed her forehead softly and motherly as she came, stroking her hair and saying soothing things in her ear. She clutched at Matt's head as he continued to eat her, and I could see him move lower to lick her ass.

Breanna moaned deeply, and lifted her legs even higher to give him access.

"Your brother is eating your ass," I whispered into her ear. "That can feel so wonderful if you let it."

Breanna nodded and reached for my hand, squeezing it tightly. I touched her breast and gently pinched her nipple in response. It was ok for us to be sexual with each other without actually performing lesbian acts. It was part of the closeness that i****t made possible.

"Matt," I said quietly, "you're going to fuck your sister's ass tonight. Keep licking her until she's nice and relaxed and ready for you.
He more eagerly ate her asshole, and Breanna groaned with delight. I kept massaging her breasts, and thought about reaching down for her cunt while her brother gave her ass his attention. I thought perhaps it would be too much so soon, and I wanted Breanna to focus on the anal sex that she was about to get.

"Have you ever taken a cock there?" I asked my daughter.

She shook her head, her eyes closed in depraved pleasure. I was surprised actually, since she was so beautiful and I knew she had been with boys before.

"Have you ever touched yourself there while masturbating?" I pressed. Now I was just getting myself off with these questions.

She nodded, and finally opened her eyes and looked at me. "I let Matt watch while I put two fingers in my ass."

I stroked her face and hugged her close to me. "Good, that's good! It will feel so nice for him, and hopefully for you."

Matt withdrew from his sister's ass finally and aimed his aching cock at her tight entrance. I leaned forward and sucked on him for a short while, getting him nice and wet. I could taste his precum, and worried that he wouldn't be able to bury his cock in her before came. Even still, this would be a wonderful experience for the both of them. For all of us, in fact.

"Her asshole will be very tight," I instructed. "Almost impossibly so. But after you get inside, it will start to open more. You just have to go slow until she gets used to you."

Matt nodded, and began to penetrate her. I encouraged him as he pressed the tip of his cock against her pucker. It didn't give right away, but then suddenly he was two inches in. Breanna tensed up, but assured me it didn't hurt. I told him to be gentle, but to keep pressing forward.

Soon he was about halfway in, at which point I told him to start fucking in and out of her. He obeyed, and was thrusting into his sister's ass with a nice steady rhythm.

"I...don't know if I can hold back," he warned after only a couple of minutes.

I nodded. "It's ok, that's to be expected. But you want it to feel as good as possible, so try your best to last until you can get all the way inside of her."

He closed his eyes and held still for a moment, holding back his impending orgasm. Then he resumed fucking her ass and thrust deeper each time. Breanna was grunting with each thrust, taking more of her brother's large manhood into her tight backdoor.

"You're doing great," I whispered to her.

"It does feel good," she said between grunts, "but in a weird way."

"I know," I said, kissing her cheek. "Your brother needs to cum now, but I want him to be all the way inside of you."

Breanna groaned at hearing me say that.

"Matt," I said, "stop thrusting and try to slide all the way into her. When you bottom out, just let it all go inside of her ass."

"Oh god..." He almost came right then, but somehow managed to keep his resolve.

Together we worked his cock into Breanna's ass. She was encouraging her brother now too, whispering naughty things to him and assuring him that she needed his cum deep inside of her gut. Matt finally blew, and hard too, once he felt the ring of her asshole clench tightly around the root of his shaft. I could see it in his face, how much pleasure he was getting from his sister's body.

"Clench as hard as you can on him," I told Breanna. "Squeeze him with your ass."

She moaned as she felt him squirting deep inside of her. She was masturbating her cunt now, and once he was finished emptying his balls into her, she climaxed. I watched how she rubbed at her cunt while she came, harder than normal and in jagged movements. She was having a particularly strong orgasm herself.

"That's my girl," I cooed in her ear.

"God, Bree," Matt sighed. "That was fantastic."

Breanna nodded, but couldn't quite speak yet. She was still coming down from her climax. He slowly pulled out of her ass, and once he popped out I saw the familiar fascination on his face that I had witnessed with Tom earlier. He was staring at the way her asshole gaped and dripped with his cum. Breanna held her ass apart for him to let him get a good look. She was such a good little girl, being a slut for her brother. It made me proud of them both.

"Was that your first time having anal sex?" I asked Matt.

He nodded. "And it was better than I could have imagined."

"I'm happy you both had your first time with each other, then." I was absently rubbing my cunt now, almost involuntarily.

"Can you still fuck Mom?" Breanna asked him.

"Um, sure," he said. "I mean, I'm still hard and all. It might take a while to cum though."

That certainly wasn't a problem. But it wasn't an intense, heated fuck. Matt cleaned his cock off and slid it into my sopping cunt easily enough. But I laid my head in Breanna's lap and she played with my hair while Matt kept a slow but steady rhythm sawing in and out of me. It felt like a casual family moment more than sex.

"I think we should get away this week," I said, fingering my clit while my son was plowing my pussy but not really earnestly seeking release. "How about we go visit your aunt Sarah?"

Breanna smiled, watching her brother's big cock disappear into me as he held it there and sighed with pleasure. "I'd think you would want to be somewhere more private, with just the three of us."

"We'll have our opportunities to enjoy each other," I said, feeling my pussy start to contract with the beginnings of a climax. "But right now we just need to spend time together, with family. That's what makes our new relationship so special."

"Is that how it was with Grandpa?" Matt asked, a bit of a huff in his voice from his efforts.

"Oh yes," I said, starting to rub my pussy harder. "I knew even back then that the family connection, even with those that you're not having sex with, is really important. It makes the connection with those that you are intimate with even better. And you haven't seen your aunt in a while now. I know she misses you both."

"That's fine with me..." Matt started to trail off as he approached another orgasm. I timed my own to join with him, and was rewarded with the hot feeling of sperm rushing into my womb as my loins exploded in pleasure. We both rutted together like that, all the while with Breanna stroking my hair, and fed off each other's orgasms.

Wow, it had been a while since I had felt something like that! It must have been the casual approach to it all, talking idly and just chatting while the sex was happening. You couldn't do that even with a spouse. Just the two partners interacting sexually would take all of their focus. But having a third person to watch really made it relaxed and mellow. After our orgasms had faded, Matt and I stayed connected like that for a while.

"You both should get some sleep now," I said finally, finding myself ready to drift off any moment.

Matt pulled his penis out of me and squeezed it, no doubt just a reflex after having such a nice orgasm. Breanna surprised me by leaning her face down to mine and kissing me on the lips. It wasn't a serious kiss, or especially passionate, just an affectionate expression of thanks. I smiled up at her.

"Next time," Matt said, "you two should do that during the fucking. That would be hot."

Oh, my silly immature boy... He needed to learn the difference between doing something just for the sexual thrill and doing it to increase the bond between us. That would come in time. I had been the inexperienced one when it came to me and Daddy. I never had to teach a younger partner about the ways of i****t. Maybe this was how Daddy had felt too. That made my heart warm, thinking about how the roles had reversed.


We all separated and went off to bed. I crawled back into my own bed with Tom, who was still snoring soundly, and slowly drifted off to sleep. I immediately started dreaming about Daddy.

I was my younger self, very young in fact, and Daddy was licking my pussy. It felt so good, so real, like he was actually doing it to me. I reached down and touched his hair, and savored the feel of his experienced tongue lashing at my little clit.

"Things are going well, I take it," he said to me, his face still hidden between my legs.

I nodded. "It's so wonderful, being with them. I finally know how you felt."

He smiled. "I had you much younger than them. Just like this, in fact."

I was definitely in my younger body in the dream, but I was also still my modern-day self. It was a bit bizarre, but I could feel my pussy have to stretch much more to take his fingers. It reminded me of those first times...

"Daddy, did you ever..." The question lingered at the edge of my mind, but the things he was doing to me made it hard to concentrate. I was about to cum any second.

"Ever what, dear?" he asked innocently, even though he was jamming two fingers into my cunt in a sawing motion and rubbing my clit with his thumb.

"Sarah...did you two..." I couldn't finish the thought as my climax took over. It felt so real, like it was really happening. My dreams had never been like this before. Maybe it was because of the craving I was having for i****t. It was being satisfied in a way, but somehow I was still wanting more.

"Good girl...good girl..." Daddy kept cooing at me until my orgasm subsided. "Your sister and I were never as close as you and I were. But she may have a story or two to tell."

I was intrigued by his words, but before I could ask him what he meant, I awoke and found myself staring at the ceiling in my bedroom. I glanced over at Tom, but he was gone. It was growing light out, so he must have gone to work and let me sleep in. He was usually more thoughtful toward me after I gave him anal sex. I would probably get a nice text from him later, a bit on the naughty side but mostly just to say he loved me.

Matt and Breanna would be gone already, off to work. I would have the house to myself for a while. I started by taking a nice hot bath, to soak and think about what to do next. It had been dangerous, what I did last night. Dragging the k**s out of bed so that we could have a threesome together while their father slept. If he had heard us, or for any reason gotten out of bed and checked on either of them...

Perhaps one day, after many years of feeling him out, I would be able to tell him about everything. I would have to wait until my mother died, or else he might try to talk to her about Daddy and I. I couldn't chance that. I didn't want the poor woman to have those thoughts during her last few years.

I remembered what Daddy had said in my dream, that Sarah would have a story or two. It had only been in my head, but it made me really want to ask her. How in the world could I? It would be the same danger as telling Tom. She would go right to our mother and tell her that Daddy had abused me. It wouldn't matter how much I stressed the fact that it was consensual. She would say that a girl that young can't consent, and that i****t was wrong.

Still, I loved my sister and looked forward to visiting her. I couldn't divulge my secret, but I could find out what was happening in her life. She was a few years younger than I was, but hadn't had a very good marriage. She had a daughter that was Matt's age, but had divorced her husband almost five years ago. He hadn't been in their lives much since. I felt sorry for my niece, Kristie. I had a wonderful father figure, better than most could ever dream of, while I was growing up. Kristie never had a good one, and now had none at all.

I absently played with my butt while I relaxed and thought about them both. For some reason, having my fingers in my ass always felt good, even in a way that wasn't really sexual. It just relaxed me. I absently masturbated my ass while I thought about my sister and niece, and suddenly an image of Matt fucking Kristie came into my head.

That sent a powerful shiver up my spine, and I realized that the thought aroused me incredibly. Then I thought about Matt fucking Sarah, and I just had to start rubbing my cunt. I sloshed my hand in the water, busily bringing myself off while I thought about all the naughty things our families could do together. Poor Matt was the only male in my sordid fantasy though, so he had a lot of fucking to do. He might be able to fuck two of us, maybe, but if we even thought about a third one he would need to watch us go down on each other. He apparently liked seeing girls having sex.

I came hard and closed my eyes to savor the feeling. The hot bath water had relaxed me so nicely, and having two fingers up my ass had made it feel even better. I felt naughty and stuck a third one in, just to give my ass a good stretch. Three fingers was about how much Tom stretched me, but not nearly as much as Matt's would. I looked forward to discovering how that actually felt.

I called my sister later that day and she was overjoyed to have us visit her. We planned it out for this weekend and I called Tom to tell him. He was so busy that it would probably suit him to have the weekend to himself and finally have some private time. I knew he loved his family, but sometimes a person needed private time. I suppose it was silly of me, but every time we would be apart I felt the need to let him know that he could masturbate in my absence. He probably did anyway, but somehow I felt like it made us closer if I told him that I approved and even encouraged him to. It made him laugh, of course, but secretly I think he liked that he didn't need to feel guilty about it.

It was a two hour drive to see Sarah, and the car ride was filled with talk of sex. Matt and Breanna had already fallen into a kind of familiarity with the whole thing, much faster than I anticipated. But, they had some experience with i****t apparently, masturbating together and all. It wasn't fifteen minutes before Matt had his cock out in the backseat. Breanna was sitting up front with me, but had noticed it with a wide smile.

"Hey, you two," I scolded playfully. "No fucking in the car, I have to get us there in one piece, and I can't do that if I'm distracted."

"I bet you can't jerk off and cum," Breanna challenged him, though it was obviously a weak challenge. He was male, after all. But it was her way of making him do it, for her own appeasement.

"You know that's not true," he said, clutching his big meat stick and waving it back and forth. "But I'm not gonna do that. Why should I jerk off when I have two sexy ladies who will fuck me?"

"Good point," Breanna agreed. "I would fuck you right now if Mom didn't want me not to. Sorry."

"Come on, Mom," Matt protested. "Wouldn't it be hot to have us fucking back here while you drove?"

"Yes, that's the point!" I laughed. "I couldn't keep my eyes on the road. Besides, you've had quite enough sex lately to be satisfied. I know you two fucked in the shower this morning."

Breanna smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, that was pretty hot."

Matt nodded. "It's so hard not to, even when Dad's around."

"I know, I know." I sighed. "Just remember, you can't get caught. And, it's more fun when you save it up. It makes the sex more intense, when you've been waiting all day, maybe even two or three days."

"Two or three days?!" Matt exclaimed.

Breanna just laughed. "I don't think he can go that long."

"Is that a dare?" he asked.

She shook her head, laughing. "No, please, don't try it. I don't wanna go that long either."

"You know the two minute rule, right?" I asked them both.

They just shook their heads.

"When your father leaves the house, you have to wait a full two minutes before doing anything. That gives him time to turn around and come back for something he forgot. And you shouldn't ever fuck in the living room. At any time, he might come home early or pop in to get something. You'll get used to listening for the garage and the front door."

"Yeah, but sometimes I might wanna fuck Bree in the kitchen," Matt said, still playing with his massive boner.

"Mmm, yeah that sounds nice." Breanna was getting horny now, I could tell. She was fidgeting.

"Maybe we shouldn't be talking about this right now," I said. "Matt, put away your dick and stop arousing your sister."

He shrugged and stuffed his meat back in his pants. We were quiet again for most of the remainder of the car ride. It seemed my k**s had nothing to talk about except for sex. I didn't much care for that, I wanted them to still be a normal family. I knew it was possible because I considered me and Daddy and my mother to still be normal.

"You know," I said finally, "you both should try to get to know your cousin Kristie. She's had it very rough these past few years."

"Yeah, with Uncle Brian moving out and all," Breanna agreed. "I used to text her once in a while, but I guess we just lost touch."

"Wouldn't it be cool if..." Matt started to say something, but chose not to finish.

"I know what you're thinking," I said to him, "and the answer is no. Unless you want to tell me that you and your cousin have secretly been masturbating together like you and your sister."

"Mom..." Breanna whined. "Are you still holding a grudge about that? It worked out for the better, didn't it?"

"I'm not holding a grudge, but I just want to know if there's anything I should know." I glanced over at her, then back at Matt. "You can tell me and I promise I won't be upset. Even if, say, you went all the way with her."

"I have not fucked Kristie," Matt promised me. "I think I remember seeing her naked once. When we were little. I'm sure she looks nothing like that anymore."

"We used to talk about boys and stuff," Breanna said. "Just the usual, what we thought their weiners looked like and stuff. Stupid stuff like that. I've never even seen her naked, so Matt is one up on me."

"She is a sweet, sweet girl that really needs some friends," I said. "If, and I mean if with a capital I F, she is somehow by some miracle like us, you can fuck her. But you are not to bring it up, or instigate it at all. Am I understood?"

Matt and Breanna both nodded.

"Thank you. I don't want to punish you by withholding sex, since I know you'd just fuck each other anyway."

They both smiled, and the rest of the car ride was quiet but relaxed.

When we arrived at Sarah's house, we were met with a particularly warm welcome. She hugged me for a minute straight, and I thought I saw her eyes tear up even. She gave Matt and Breanna big hugs too, and introduced Kristie to them as if they had never met before. It had been a few years, and Kristie had grown up a lot. She had been a scrawny girl, tall and skinny. But now she was an elegant woman, with curves and a rack that I'm sure Matt noticed. Our family was blessed with those genes, apparently. All of us women were thin and stacked, that rare combination that wasn't too skinny or too curvy.

I helped Sarah cook dinner while the three k**s sat in the living room and chatted. Breanna especially had taken my advice and tried her best to get to know Kristie. I was grateful for that, and hoped to god that Matt didn't say anything stupid or pop a boner in front of her.

"Your k**s seem wonderful, Mel," Sarah said to me.

I smiled. "They are, it's true. How is Kristie doing with everything?"

Sarah shrugged. "She doesn't talk to me much, but I think she's doing better. For a while there, she thought her dad would come back and at least visit her once in a while. But of course, he never has. She's starting to forget him, finally."

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, fine. Just fine."

I glared at Sarah and changed my tone. "Sarah. How are you really doing?"

She met my stare for a brief moment and her composure seemed to drop just a bit.

"It's difficult, I won't lie. I get very lonely. As you could probably tell when you called me."

"Are you seeing anyone?"

She almost laughed at the thought. "Are you k**ding? The few times I've tried to date, all they wanted was my body."
"And did you ever give it to them?"

"Melanie!" she exclaimed, and we both laughed. "You know I'm not that kind of girl."

Suddenly I remembered what Daddy had told me in the dream. I decided to somehow steer the conversation toward him, and hope that it led somewhere.

"Do you ever think about Daddy?" I asked her plainly.

She nodded. "Sure, lots. Why do you ask?"

I shrugged. "Just wondering. I've been dreaming about him a lot recently."

"Oh yeah?" She busied herself with the oven for a moment. "I dream about him once in a great while. But mostly I think about him when I'm lonely at night and I remember how he used to hold me when I was little."

I clung to that statement, and tried my very best to draw it out without revealing too much.

"He used to hold you?" I asked. "How do you mean?"

"You know, he'd hug me real tight when he said goodnight. Or sometimes I would be on his lap and he'd put his arms around me and just hold me like that."

"I see." I waited for a moment. "I don't remember him doing that with you. But I do remember something similar with me."

"I'm sure he did it with both of us. He was very affectionate."

I nodded, holding back a smile. "Yes, he certainly was. Do you ever think he crossed a line?"

Sarah almost stopped what she was doing, but continued preparing dinner. I could tell, though, that something bothered her.

"I don't want to disrespect his memory," she said flatly.

I didn't know what to say. She was obviously insinuating something, but I got the impression that it wasn't a fond memory for her.

"I don't think anything you say about him would do that," I assured her. "We all know he was a great man. What could possibly change that about him?"

Sarah glanced at me, and seemed to be fighting something internally.

"I suppose I could tell you, since it's been so long." She was struggling to find the words. "He used to touch me at night."

My eyes went wide, with what must have appeared to be shock but was really eagerness. But I did realize that what might have sounded arousing to me could certainly be traumatizing for her. Maybe she didn't react in the same way to his ministrations as I had. I needed to tread carefully here.

"Do you mean..." I pretended to not want to say the words.

She nodded. "Yes, he touched me...down there. I never told anyone because..."

I set down the utensil I was using to help prepare dinner and hurried over to my sister. I gave her a big hug and squeezed her tight. She squeezed right back.

"Oh, Sarah," I said. "You don't need to feel bad about that."

"I don't, that's the thing," she said. "I never felt bad about it. Even when you asked me just now about whether he crossed a line or not. It just never felt wrong. So I let him do it. I always blamed myself, that I helped make him that way."

I looked right into her eyes. "Sarah, you didn't do anything wrong. He used to touch me too."

Her eyes went wide. "Really?"

I nodded. "And I loved every minute of it."

It had just come out, and I hadn't intended to say that. But apparently the whole shock of what my sister revealed to me had broken down a barrier that I had thought was in place. Her face told me how shocked she was.

"Mel, what are you saying?"

It was too late now, but that didn't mean I had to reveal everything to her. I glanced toward the living room to make sure the k**s weren't within ear shot.

"Daddy used to touch me too. And even as a little girl, I loved it. I loved every minute of it. I didn't ever feel that it was wrong. It made me feel special. I wanted to please him, and if touching me did that then I wanted to be there for him."

Sarah was beyond shocked, but it was probably what allowed her to respond uninhibited.

"I felt the same way," she responded.

I couldn't find the words to say, I just hugged her again and didn't let go. She was hugging me back just as tightly, and I could tell that something wonderful had developed between us. A new level of openness, more than just a sibling connection. This could be the start of what I had been calling the "craving" but what was really just a depraved, sexual desire that only i****t could satiate.

"After dinner," I said finally, tears in my eyes unexpectedly. "We'll talk about this. I want to hear everything."

I pulled back from her and she was smiling. She caught one of my tears, and I laughed and wiped at my eyes. I wasn't crying because I was sad. I was happy, so very happy, for her mostly but also for myself that I could share something with her that no one else could share with me. I didn't need her to tell me, I just knew that Daddy must have been the same with her as he was with me. It didn't make me feel less special. It made me look at Sarah as being more special than I realized. I was so happy for her.




Dinner was full of conversation. Sarah and I kept exchanging glances and knowing looks from the secrets that only we shared. But our attention was on our k**s. Breanna and Matt were both excitedly adding to the conversation, finding things to laugh about with Kristie. I noticed how pretty Kristie was again. She had the long red hair that my sister and I both had. Her freckles and green eyes made her gorgeous. I'm sure Matt would think the same thing. I knew how it was, after i****t had taken place. You looked at all your family members in a sexual light, just like you would a stranger that you were attracted to. There was a careful balance there that I hoped he would learn quickly.

After dinner, Sarah suggested we all watch a movie. I was dying to talk to her, but of course we couldn't just disappear together. I had planned this trip so I could be with my k**s as much as with my sister and her daughter. We all had to be together this weekend, to enjoy each other's company. Somewhere in the very back of my mind, I secretly hoped for more with Sarah and Kristie. It wasn't a sexual desire to be with either of them, but rather for all of us as a family to be together. To watch my son fuck his cousin, or watch my sister stroke my daughter's hair while her brother fucked her ass. Or to eat my niece's pussy so my son could get hard after fucking his aunt and me. The combinations seemed endless, even though with only one male they were actually somewhat limited.

When the movie ended, my sister finally announced that she was going to bed. I knew that meant we would be talking later, after the k**s were asleep. I pulled Matt and Breanna aside and reminded them that they needed to be quiet while they slept in the living room. My sister had a blow-up mattress that they would use. Kristie's room was small and I had assured Sarah that my c***dren would be fine sleeping together. Most siblings wouldn't be, especially brother and sister, but of course these two would probably prefer it.

It hadn't been lost on them that I wasn't forbidding them from having sex with each other. Just that they needed to be quiet. I also told Breanna to keep her top on, just in case someone got up in the middle of the night to get a drink. I had a feeling as I kissed each one goodnight that my daughter was going to get a pussy full of cum within the hour.

I gave it a while, and then went to Sarah's room. She was lying in bed reading, and smiled when she saw me open the door.

"I was hoping you wouldn't wait too long," she said.

I was wearing a nightgown, but underneath I didn't have anything on. I always slept naked, ever since I could remember. It seemed Sarah did too. She was completely naked, with her breasts exposed to me without inhibition.

"I see you haven't changed a bit," I said, eyeing her chest.

She waved a hand at me dismissively. "Oh, come on. We've slept naked together before. Why would I start wearing pajamas now?"

I shed my nightgown and slid into bed with her. It wasn't a sexual display. When we were girls we were often naked together. This was just a way for us to rekindle that youthful experience. It was actually quite innocent. But I had a feeling our conversation wouldn't be.

"Where do we even start?" I asked her, sidling up next to her and holding her arm.

"I get the feeling you have more of a story to tell," she said. "But I think I should go first, because I'm afraid that you'll outdo me and I'll look tame in comparison."

"Have you always suspected?" I asked, referring to events that were thus far unspoken between us.

She shrugged. "I mean, since he was touching me, I just assumed he was touching you. I figured you either blocked it out, or just didn't want to talk about it. You seemed to be getting on with your life just fine, unlike me."

"So it affected you? In a bad way?"

"No, not necessarily. But it made it hard for my marriage. Brian just couldn't satisfy me in that special way. It was like a craving for something that I could never actually have."

I kissed her arm. "I know all about that craving. I practically invented it."

We both laughed.

"Yeah, well," she said, "I couldn't exactly get it from another man. Daddy died and Brian was the only person I could...fuck."

She knew that we used to say swears when we were little, trying to shock the other person. It was a silly game that we played as girls, but considering the subject it seemed appropriate.

"You and Daddy fucked, then?" I was finally able to ask her, since I was dying to know.

"Yes." She was quiet for a moment, but I didn't break free from holding her arm. "Are you disappointed with me?"

I looked up at her and touched her face. "Oh, Sarah baby, I would never be disappointed with you. I'm so happy you told me. Now we have something else in common."

She smiled, and something in our bond solidified at that very moment. Not that I would, but I felt that I could bend down and starting eating her pussy right now and she'd not only let me but be excited about it.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" she asked. Her eyes were sparkling, no doubt with tears of joy.

I nodded enthusiastically, my expression reflecting the sincerity of my words. "It was the best I ever had."

Suddenly we were embracing full on, and our naked bodies crushed against each other felt so good. More interestingly, I could feel her pussy on my hip and it felt wet.

"Sarah!" I exclaimed in mock surprise. "I'm your sister!"

She found that really funny, and I was afraid she would wake the k**s with how loud she laughed. We both cracked up and had a nice sisterly moment of fun.

"I'm so glad you came," Sarah said finally, still hugging me. "Wanna have some fun?"

I eyed her carefully, but was smiling. "What do you have in mind?"

She had this devious look in her eyes. "Remember when we used to touch each other?"

I couldn't believe she was referring to that. When we were little and discovering our bodies, we used to touch each other's vaginas. It wasn't a big deal now, but bringing it up and obviously insinuating that we act it out again was.

"You're horny, aren't you?" I said.

She nodded. "Please, Mel. I haven't had sex in so long. I really need to get off. We can think about Daddy while we do it. I'm not a lesbian, but I really want to do this with you."

"Ok, ok," I assured her. "I'll do it. Just, don't beg. It's such a turn-off."

She playfully slapped my arm, and then sprawled out on the bed. "Have you ever been with a girl?"

I was so surprised by this side of my sister, but honestly part of me felt sorry for her because she was obviously so undersexed. I really wanted to make her feel good, even if it meant crossing some barriers that even I had never crossed.

"Maybe," I said, smiling.

"You sneak!" she said. "I bet you've done all sorts of things I've never done."

"It sounds like you've done everything with Daddy that I did."

I moved forward and propped myself up on my elbows between her legs. I was staring right at her pussy, which looked a lot like mine. She kept it shaved very close, and it was already red with excitement. She seemed embarrassed that I was so close to her like this, but she didn't hold back. She spread her legs even wider, and her pussy opened just a bit.

"Brian never ate my pussy," she confessed.

I looked up at her with all seriousness. I felt so sorry for her in this moment, that she hadn't ever enjoyed something that every woman should get to have. I didn't even say anything, I just lowered my face and planted my lips on her cunt.

It shocked her, even though she was basically hinting at me to do it, but after I started working her clit with my tongue, I heard a deep moan escape from her throat. I ate her pussy good, or at least what I thought was good since I didn't have much experience on the giving side of the act. I could tell when she started to climax even though she didn't warn me. Her pussy was so juicy and wet, when I went to slide a finger into her I could barely feel any friction.

Her reaction told me everything though. She grabbed my head and held it down on her cunt. I fingered her while I sucked on her clit, and she seemed to keep cumming for a long time. Her juices were soaking the sheets underneath us. My face was smeared with her cunt fluid, but I didn't care. This moment was all about her, and I wanted her to enjoy it. This didn't mean that we were lesbians, but it aroused both of us that we were related. Somehow that overcame the fact that we were the same gender.

I was in a frenzy eating her pussy, and it just seemed natural at that moment to snake my tongue down to her ass and munch on it. Her surprised moans told me it was the right thing to do. I lifted her ass off the bed and held it apart while I darted my tongue all around her tight anus and finally stuck the tip right into her pucker.

"Oh, Mel!" she exclaimed. "You're being so naughty!"

"Sssh," I scolded her while I ate her asshole. "The k**s will hear you."

She put a hand over her mouth, and her eyes were shut tightly as she enjoyed the sensation of her own sister licking her butt. I finally stuck a finger into her and she nearly jumped off the bed. I was firmly manipulating her clit with my other hand, flicking it hard and rubbing it in circles.

"Oh god!" she cried out finally, and squirted right into my face.

I was taken aback by that, as I had never done it myself so powerfully. It was just like a cumshot, splashing against my nose. My mouth had dropped open instinctively, and her fluid dripped down and landed on my tongue. I just sat there like that, staring at her in astonishment.

She looked up at me, and for just a brief moment, there was a tension as we were forced to acknowledge the bad things we were doing right now. But after that moment broke, Sarah started laughing and couldn't stop. I must have followed suit because I eventually collapsed onto her, my head resting on her stomach.

"Oh my god, I can't believe we did that!" she said.

"You really needed that," I said, resting my chin on her stomach as I looked up at her.

"Thank you, Mel," she said. "Daddy never made me squirt like that."

I smiled, remembering fondly the times Daddy would eat me out, pussy and ass.

"I still see him," I blurted out.

She looked down at me and frowned. "What do you mean?"

I wasn't sure how she'd respond, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to tell someone.

"I know it's all in my head," I started. "But once in a while he talks to me, and when I talk back he answers."

"Really?" She seemed interested, and sat up, both of us totally oblivious that her cunt juice was still dripping down my face.

"Usually when I'm feeling lonely or when I get that craving."

"I know what you mean," Sarah replied. "I get that same feeling. But I've never had him talk to me before."

"It's just my crazy imagination," I admitted. "But it helps me when I can't satisfy the craving."

I left out the fact that I had found a way to satisfy the craving as of late. But I wasn't going to tell my sister about that yet.

"Well, you can't do anything else to satisfy it," she said. "Except eat your sister's pussy..."

I smiled at her and reached for her tits. I groped them both openly, without any bit of modesty or inhibition.

"There's nothing like a nice big cock though," I said, smiling. "Tom's isn't as big as Daddy's was."

Sarah nodded. "I know what you mean. Brian's is pretty damn small. I'd take what I could get, though, the few times he would fuck me."

"I figured, you know, once you had Kristie, that things were better between you. But it didn't last?"

Sarah shook her head. "Kristie was a blessing, for sure. But not a sign of all the sex we were having. I think he thought it would shut me up if he finally got me pregnant. Guess not."

I hugged Sarah again, ignoring the fact that I hadn't received any sexual release myself yet. But that could always be done later, alone. Or with a certain young stud of a son.

"You should get some sleep," I said, moving off her bed.

"Wait," she said, "aren't you going to sleep with me?"

"Sure, but I need to shower first. Someone got me all wet."

Sarah smiled and winked. "Hey, I know you're not really into lesbian stuff or anything, but there's a vibrator under the sink that's waterproof."

I laughed. "Oh, you're bad. But so am I. Thanks."

I bounded off down the hall, completely naked with my nightgown under my arm, and hurried into the bathroom down the hall. I started the shower and let it run nice and hot before getting in. I skipped out on the vibrator, even though I was horny as hell after all that, and due to the fact that now I knew Sarah and Daddy fucked. That felt so good, knowing I could finally share that with someone.

After my shower, I had one of my sister's bathrobes on as I tiptoed down to the living room where my c***dren were sleeping. They were underneath a nice big blanket, sleeping mostly separate unlike how I expected. But it was better if they didn't sleep curled up together. That would give too much away. Though I had a feeling something else might be given away before this weekend was over.

"Matt," I whispered, and poked my son on the shoulder.

His eyes opened. "Mom?"

I opened my bathrobe to show him I was naked underneath. "I need to fuck."

Breanna stirred but just rolled further onto her side. Apparently she was going to stay sleeping while her mother and brother had quiet sex next to her.

Being quiet was hard, but I managed to keep things soft and gentle while I rode Matt's big cock. I didn't bother to suck him off first, I just needed his meat inside of me. I did all the work, guiding his penis into my hot wet pussy and sliding up and down on it. I let him grope my tits while we fucked, and finally I felt the climax building in me. He must have felt it too, because he started fingering my clit.

"Yes!" I hissed, keeping my voice to a whisper. "Yes, honey..."

I came hard on my son's cock, and moments later he came too inside of me. I felt his sperm splashing my walls as his powerful spurts filled me. He grunted and groaned, and I held a finger to his lips to remind him to keep quiet. I glanced over at Breanna who was still sleeping. Somehow that was sexy in and of itself, knowing that she had no idea what was going on right next to her. I let Matt enjoy his orgasm, clenching onto his cock and moving my hips to massage him to total satisfaction. When he seemed satisfied, letting out a long sigh, I leaned down to kiss him gently and then rose up and off of him.

"Thanks, babe," I said, and went back upstairs to Sarah's room, giving no thought to how I would explain a cum stain on my side of the sheets if she saw it.

If it hadn't been so dark, maybe I would have seen someone hiding around the corner in the kitchen, watching us. If I had paid more attention, and not been so distracted by the need to fuck, I might have seen Kristie standing there in her pajama shorts and camisole, spying on the forbidden scene that had just played out. She must have been getting a drink, or maybe had heard some of the commotion that her mother and I had made. Or maybe Matt and I were louder than I realized.
If only I had noticed that she had just watched me fuck my son, I might have been afraid. But since I hadn't, I would hurry up to my sister's room and fall asleep naked next to her without realizing what my niece now knew. I would have seen the girl's shocked expression, the wide eyes and frozen stance, and perhaps the way she stared at her cousin as he laid with his slimy cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. I would have seen her gasp at its size, and reach down her shorts to touch her pussy absently while she thought about what it would feel like inside of her.

If only...