Chapter Three
No one got up early the next morning. If left to their own devices, teenagers on their summer break will naturally sleep until hunger wakes them, of course. And today, all the adults were too worn out to care the time for brunch, much less breakfast, had come and gone.
Grandpa Jack was actually the first up and, noting the time and the fact that neither of his daughters was awake and fixing some vittles, he called for some Chinese delivery and settled down to watch TV for a while. His lips curled into a happy smile every time he thought about the night before.
Curtis was the first to notice something had changed. Still yawning, Curtis was about to enter the upstairs hallway bathroom when his mother walked up behind him.
"Mornin' sugar, " Joanne said, casually wrapping her arms around her son's body from behind and hugging him tight. Curtis was shirtless, so he clearly felt his mother's big breasts squash against his back. Shocked, Curtis didn't move a muscle, even when his mother fastened the top button on his jeans and buckled his belt for him, as she'd done for him when he was a younger.
"Got to remember we have guests, honey, " Joanne murmured in Curtis' ear. "Don't want to seem too eager to 'Licia and Carrie, right?" She traced a line of little kisses down Curtis' left neck and shoulder, leaving her hands where they'd ended up after threading his belt through its buckle.
She gently pulled Curtis' body back against hers and slipped her hands a couple of inches down the front of his legs. Mom'd NEVER done that before. Heck, she'd never done any of this before.
"Grandpa Jack ordered us some Chinese takeout and it just got here, " Joanna said. "Get washed up and come on down while it's still hot, okay?" she said. With a highly unusual pat to his butt cheeks with both hands...or was it a squeeze? She slipped around her son and strode off down the hallway.
Dumbfounded, Curtis turned in a half-circle, moving his whole body instead of just his head, to watch her. His jaw dropped when mom caught his eye and winked at him before bouncing happily down the stairs.
The young teenager looked down at his belly, where his mother's hands had been only moments earlier. He thought he could still feel the warmth where they'd slid from his belt down lower.
He knew his posture was silly. Standing there in the deserted hallway, looking down at himself. On the other hand, he'd awakened with a hard-on, he'd put his pants on with a hard-on, and he'd made his way to the bathroom with a hard-on, and now his hard-on was even bigger and stronger than ever, thanks to Mom!
There was a tap on his right shoulder. He straightened as quickly as he could and turned in that direction.
"Standing there LOOKIN' at it? Seriously, Curt?" his big sister Julie asked derisively.
Curtis tried to defend himself, but no words came to mind.
Julie used his disorientation to slip around him on the other side and was even now shutting the bathroom door in his face. But just before the door closed completely, Curtis had the satisfaction of seeing his older sister's eyes widen in surprise when her gaze drifted down to the crotch of his blue jeans.
It made him feel better during the long wait for her to come out.
* * *
Joanne's husband got home in the early afternoon. The seminar he'd been scheduled folded up after multiple cancellations from other potential participants and he'd caught an earlier flight. His abrupt appearance caught Joanne by surprise, and her self-confidence drained away almost as quickly as did the blood from her face when he came in the front door unannounced. She recovered enough to be able to interact with him for a while, but it was only a show.
"Honey, you need anything at the mall?" Joanne asked nervously. Her husband was unpacking the few items he'd taken in the overnight case. Joanne sat down...fell down on the edge of the bed, her hands nervously working in her lap.
Her posture was correct--back straight, head up, shoulders back--but the fact that it was so perfect told a story. That she was licking her lips, trying to moisten them enough to say something was another clue.
"Soooo...what'd y'all do last night?" Grady asked casually. He was studiously not watching his wife, but his peripheral vision was good enough that he saw her entire flinch.
"Hmmmm?" he asked, reinforcing his question. He gazed at his hand as it put his favorite cufflinks back in their place on the top of the bureau while watching Joanne from the corner of his vision.
"My sister, " Joanne began huskily, her hands clinched tight. "My sister...I...we...we drank some wine...and talked...we drank some wine...."
"You said that, " Grady remarked casually. "Drank some wine, eh? Did Candace remember you can't hold your liquor worth a darn, " he said in a smiling voice. He turned to put his handkerchiefs in the top bureau drawer.
"What else did ya do?"
Joanne's knuckles were white. "We...well...honey, you know I love you to death...my sister...we did...we drank some wine...and we...." She couldn't finish.
Grady had turned around now, looking at his wife curiously. "You and your sister...what, honey?"
"We...Grady, honey, I told you about me and my sister...when we were young...remember?"
He had to think. They'd been married a little less than so many years--Joanne hadn't wanted to be married with her belly pushing out a long way in front of her with her first baby--so it took him a while to do even a perfunctory scan in his mind of the things Joanne had told him about her sister. His eyes widened.
"Oh...OHHHH, " he breathed into the silence of the bedroom. "Well...I'll be damned, " he said.
Joanne looked up for the first time in a couple of minutes. She knew her husband, or thought she did. He didn't sound even vaguely upset. More like he was just marveling at the idea.
"So, you and Candace got a little tipsy and what...one thing led to another...and y'all did some more 'experimenting' huh?" Grady's eyes weren't quite focused on his wife as his mind supplied more than a few images of a naked Candace and his wife at play.
"Uhhhh, " he ventured. "Don't want you to take this the wrong way, hon, " he said, "but did you take any pictures or anything?" His voice was hopeful.
"GRADY!!" Joanne said, utterly shocked at her husband's question...and at the attitude behind it. She'd never suspected....
"Okay, okay, " Grady said placatingly. His hands waved off the question. The grin on his face didn't die though. He turned back to the nearly empty suitcase.
"You aren't mad at me?" Joanne asked in a strangled voice.
"Nah, " Grady answered shortly. He toyed with the idea of being 'upset' she hadn't taken any pics again but he discarded the impulse. Joanne was still distressed by something and it behooved Grady to find out what it was before he made any more jokes.
"Ya know?" Grady remarked, "I'm only surprised that it took this long for you and your sister to...reconnect?...as it were, " he told her. He thought another moment, retrieved his shaving kit and marched it into their bathroom.
"I guess I'm only shocked that you didn't do something with your dad, seeing as how you girls were all by yourself and all."
The dead silence from the bedroom was a palpable force in the two rooms. Grady cocked his head to one side when Joanne didn't reply immediately, turned back and peeked around the doorway at his wife. His wife was sitting forlornly on the edge of the bed and twisting her fingers about each other.
"Honey?" Grady asked.
Joanne burst into tears that rolled down her cheeks. Bawling, she threw herself face down on the bed.
Grady sat down beside her on the bed, and began stroking his wife's back and shoulders.
"I'm so sorry, " Joanne whimpered, when her sobs subsided enough to speak. "I'm soooo very sorry, Grady. I did something terrible with my father, " she admitted.
"Hmmmm...?" Grady said, to encourage more. His hands never stopped massaging his wife's back.
"I had...I...we had some wine...I had...." She couldn't finish.
"...Some hot, sweaty, monkey sex with your father...?" Grady asked helpfully.
Joanne froze. Put that way, it should have sounded like an indictment from an angry husband. What the mental image drawn by Grady's words REALLY did was evoke something fiery and awfully, awfully satisfying in her cunt. She fought the impulse down.
"I...I, " Joanne tried to speak. She summoned all her will power and made a final push. "YES!" she forced out.
"Yes, Candy teased me and dared me...and I...it was all dark and he thought it was Candy...and then Candy came in...and.... Oh God, can you ever forgive me, darling. I promise...."
Grady didn't say anything for a space.
"Grady?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Will you forgive me? I...is there any chance...for us?" Joanne said hesitantly.
"Hmmmm...? Oh sure, honey, Grady said absentmindedly. He saw an opening to lower the stress level here. "You're forgiven...but honey, every cell phone in the family can take pictures. I really think you could have at least taken SOME...."
Joanne's body convulsed. She turned face up to stare at her husband.
"God DAMN IT, Grady!" she hissed through clinched teeth. "There aren't any fuckin' pictures! Are you LISTENING to what I'm telling you?!!"
Her husband was smiling...STILL.
It infuriated Joanne. It pissed her off even more when Grady rolled on top of her upper body and captured one of her wrists in each hand. She struggled for a moment, but Grady was much too strong for her to escape if he didn't want her to.
"Ready to listen, honey?" Grady asked calmly. Since she only glared and stopped trying to get away, he assumed she was. "Look...sugar...we've been married for a long time and we were together for a while before that, right? He smiled tenderly down at her.
"Honey, I've ALWAYS known the quickest way to get you hotter'n a two-dollar pistol was to just whisper in your ear...." He leaned close to her ear.
"Who's your Daddy?" he growled suggestively.
Joanne swallowed hard. Even here and now, when she was trying to confess, Grady's question stirred something inside her again, something hot and gooey and thrilling.
That didn't keep her from staring daggers at Grady though. "What are you saying, Grady?" she asked acidly.
Grady chuckled, not intimidated by Joanne's frostiness. "I'm saying...dear wife...you've had the hots for your father since before we were married...and probably a long time before, if I had to guess...and I always knew it!"
He paused to gauge his wife's reaction. "I'm only a little shocked that you never did it...screwed him...before now, " he said cheerfully. "I THOUGHT I gave you enough opportunity last time he came to visit, " he remarked. He let go of her hands and leaned on his elbow, looking down at her. "Guess it wasn't the right time, huh?"
Joanne relaxed back on the bed and covered her eyes with a forearm to blot out the world while she thought.
"You're really not mad?" she asked at length.
"Nope, " he replied. "Well...maybe a little, " he corrected himself. He waited.
"A little?" Joanne asked.
"Yeah...well, you COULD have taken a few pictures or used the new digital camcorder, ya know? I mean...we GOT it for special occasions, right?"
"You sonofabitch!" Joanne said caustically. But she was smiling underneath her forearm. "Nex' time I'll do nothing BUT take pictures, if that's what you want, " she told him.
"That's my girl!" Grady said approvingly.
Joanne pulled him down on top of her and they kissed. Grady hadn't said a word about this thing never happening again, or else; in fact, he seemed to accept that there would be a next time.
"Soooo, " Grady said thoughtfully. "Ya think Candace only likes daddies...or could she be convinced...?" It was a test.
Joanne stiffened, then relaxed. She took a couple of deep breaths. A life without inhibitions took a little to get used to.
"Yes, dear husband, " she said, "CANDY, not Candace, will fuck your brains out, " she told him.
"Cool!" Grady said approvingly. A thought occurred to him. "But where's Brett in all this?"
Joanne watched him, a little pensively. She remembered her reactions to certain things last night. Grady had already surprised her this afternoon.
"Well...I...well, first off, he's okay with it." Joanne said first.
"Very cool, " Grady said enthusiastically. "Open marriages and like that, huh?"
"Ahhhh...yeah, something like that, " Joanne said hesitantly.
"Mmmmm?" Grady asked, hearing the reservation in her voice.
"JOANNE! ARE YOU COMING??"
Husband and wife turned into pillars of salt for a second. No, they weren't cumming, but give them a minute or two....
They didn't immediately recognize Candy's voice, breaking in as it did so abruptly into their conversation, but after a second.... Joanne rose from the bed and began straightening her hair and smoothing her blouse and shorts. Grady watched approvingly. He'd already noticed his wife's braless titties and he liked the sway and bounce very much.
"I'LL BE OUT IN A SEC, " Joanne called. "I gotta go, " she told her husband in a lower voice. "We'll talk more when I get back, okay?" she said, gathering up her purse and slipping on some sandals. She made her way to the door and opened it. Just before shutting it behind her to give Grady some privacy, she hesitated. She stuck her head back around the door.
"Grady, honey, " she said quietly.
"Hmmmm?" he said. He was laying back on the bed, thinking warm thoughts about his wife and sister-in-law.
"About Brett?" Joanne asked.
"Mmmmm huh?"
"Well, sugar...while Candy and I were having...hot monkey sex with our Daddy...?"
Grady smiled and waited.
"Brett...was having hot monkey sex with HIS two daughters, " Joanne concluded, closing the door before a stunned Grady could ask any questions.
She walked quickly down the hall to where her sister and her own children waited in the living room.
"Jesus...H...Christ!!" Grady breathed in a disbelieving voice back in the bedroom he shared with Joanne.
* * *
Grady's cell phone rang a few minutes later. He fumbled it out of its holster on his belt.
"Honey, " Joanne said brightly into his ear, when he finally answered." Background noise told Grady his wife was outside. A car door closed.
"Hmmmm?" Grady answered, still dazed by his wife's revelation about his brother-in-law and the two sexy twins...a term he hadn't actually used, even in his mind, to describe the young girls.
"I had a minute with Brett on the way out, honey, and he and his girls decided they aren't going to the mall with us, okay? They'll be staying there with you...." She paused. "Grady? GRADY? Are you there, honey?" Joanne asked.
"Yeah, " he answered hoarsely. "I'm here."
"Is that okay with you?" Joanne asked.
Grady sensed the hidden message in her question. He knew his answer long before his cautious side let him speak.
"Yeah...I'm okay with it, " he said gutturally.
"Well...okay then, " Joanne said after a short pause. The hidden message had been understood, and answered. She found she was okay with 'it' also.
"Grady?" she said before he could hang up.
"Yes?"
Joanne's voice quieted. Evidently some nearby ears weren't cleared for what she was about to say.
"Grady...honey, " she said merrily, "don't forget to take some pictures, okay?"
* * *
Grady was still sitting on the edge of his and his wife's bed when there was knock at the door. He tensed. He'd been pretty sure what was coming but....
"Yes?" he called out in a surprisingly steady voice.
"Grady?" his brother-in-law answered. "All right if we come in?" Brett asked in a calm tone.
It took Grady two tries. "Sure, " he croaked, at last.
The door opened leisurely, agonizingly slow in its progress. Grady tried to breathe but his throat was too tight.
Around the edge of the door stepped a blonde vision of pubescent loveliness...in the form of a stark naked Alicia Winston. An equally nude Carrie followed her, or maybe it was Carrie first and Alicia second...Grady didn't know. The girls had their hair up in long corn rows that hung down to brush their shoulders a la Bo Derek for their trip to the mall, but the effect they knew they'd have caused on passersby there worked just as well on their uncle here.
Their cupcake sized young breasts were capped with hard ruby-colored nipples poking holes in the air. They jiggled just a bit with each step the girls took. Their hands were comfortably at their sides; they had nothing to hide. They girls loved exposing themselves.
They walked gracefully, side by side toward their Uncle Grady. Their bodies flowed so smoothly...their smooth skin was a light shade of tan all over. There was only a faint curvature from their waist over their hips. He could see the gently flexing of firm muscles in creamy thighs as they minced their way toward him. A stray thought wafted its way through his mind; if Bo was a ten, either one of these girls was any age or a twenty, or maybe a zillion.
"Oh my God!" Grady whispered to himself.
"You like, Uncle Grady?" Alicia, or was it Carrie, asked softly, smiling. Her eyes dropped to the building bulge in his pants. "Oh, you do!" she cooed seductively.
They reached him as he sat on the bed. Each grabbing an arm, they pulled him to his feet and, without words, began stripping his clothes off. It took only seconds. They stepped back, looking behind them at the doorway.
"Soooo, " their father asked, "which one of these slutty little angels do you want first, Grady?"
Grady could only stare. He was naked now, and so was Brett. How'd he miss that when his brother-in-law came in? It wasn't that Grady hadn't seen a nude man before. There were plenty of dangling penises in the locker room at the gym, but nobody there had a hard-on...and Brett was clearly as hard as a rock. His prick was standing out proudly...but Grady realized his was too.
How could it be otherwise in the presence of the delicious girls. What had Brett called them? Slutty angels. The girls showed no dismay at the lewdness. They smiled mischievously, happy to be the sluts their father said they were. Grady pointed with his right hand helplessly, not knowing how to answer.
"Okay, Alicia, it is, " Brett said enthusiastically. "A fine choice, may I say, " he said facetiously, plainly not intimidated at all by the unusual circumstances.
"Yes, " Grady said hoarsely. "Alicia."
Alicia slipped up to Grady again, standing on her tiptoes to kiss her uncle's lips. Her right hand slipped down his belly. She got a grasp on his burgeoning hard-on, holding it like one holds a hand tool. She gently jacked his cock, holding the kiss and deepening it.
She thrust her tongue deep into her uncle's mouth, search out and then dueling with Grady's tongue, flicking at it and curling back to entice him to return the favor. Grady was quickly getting over the idea that having sex with such a beautiful sexy girl might be wrong.
He cupped Alicia's right breast and gently squeezed, massaging and molding it in his hand. Her small nipples hardened under his touch. He bent low to suck the lovely pencil-eraser sized nubbin into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly before twirling it between thumb and forefinger.
Alicia sucked in her breath and began masturbating Grady more vigorously. She looked back at her father. "He's gettin' the hang of it, Daddy, " she said reassuringly.
Her father grinned. He looked Grady dead in the eyes. "Hot little slut, isn't she?" he asked Grady and winked lewdly.
Brett was standing behind Carrie and had his arms wrapped around her. Both hands were cupping Carrie's young boobies and twirling them between thumbs and forefingers. Carrie' nipples were standing up hard and proud. Carrie's hands were behind her, obviously fondling her father. Brett's hips were beginning to unconsciously buck slowly back and forth under her ministrations.
"How do you want to do me for the first time, Uncle Grady?" Alicia cooed into Grady's ear. Somehow she'd dragged his head down almost to her level. She nipped at his earlobe and kissed her way down his neck to the hollow of his shoulder.
Grady gestured helplessly.
"That's okay, " Alicia said, understanding his quandary. "Jus' you lay back and I'll take care of ever'thing, okay, Uncle Grady?" She was addressing him as "Uncle" as often as she could, because she knew it made the sex that much hotter and nastier...and Alicia loved hot, nasty sex.
She licked her lips in anticipation and pressed Grady back until the back of his knees touched the edge of the bed. She kept the pressure on, following her uncle down as he lay back on the bed. She knee-walked her way up his thighs until his cock was near her pretty pussy lips. Grady tried to say something; he never knew what. He never got it out because Alicia leaned low to resume the lover's kiss they'd broken a few heartbeats ago.
"Jus' relax, Uncle Grady, " Alicia said quietly. "I'll show you how, okay?"
Grady was a little shocked at her words. He was a full-grown man, and she was only a child...and then he understood. He didn't know a thing about having sex with a juicy girl.
"Carrie and me were playing with ourselves in our room, " Alicia whispered in Grady's ear. She pinched his nipples, smiling at the moan she got from her uncle. "We were supposed to be getting ready to go to the mall, but we were all ready, " she continued. "So we stuck our dildoes in our nasty...hot...steamy, little cunts, " she murmured in a sultry tone.
She was rubbing the head of her uncle's dick against her sopping outer labia.
"An' that was a GOOD thing, " she added. " 'Cause it stretched our lil' cunnies just enough so big guys like you and my daddy could fuck us 'til we cum all over ourselves, huh?"
Grady could barely breathe. Between the ultra pleasurable sensations of his cock slipping up and down the sexy girl's slit, the accompanying lascivious dialogue was about to drive him crazy.
"Don't tease too much, Alicia, " Brett cautioned his daughter. "You're not going to get all of Uncle Grady's cum in your cunt if you don't be careful."
Grady groaned. The girl's father was giving her tips on how to fuck her uncle.
"I won't mess up, Daddy, " Alicia said in a reassuring voice. "Uncle Grady is going to fuck my 'widdle' pussy just fine, aren't you Uncle Grady?" She asked.
Grady groaned again. He looked up at the sexually excited teenager and then away. He wondered if counting to a thousand would help him with his control.
The bed moved under his body. Grady looked up to see young Carrie had crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees beside Alicia.
Her father was behind her, with his feet planted on the bedroom carpet. Carrie looked down between her legs, reached a hand back to spread her outer pussy lips...and then her father's cock rammed inside her wet juicy cunt.
Carrie grunted and threw her head up. Her eyes were closed and a distressed look was already covering her features. She wriggled her hips, adjusted her knees on the bedspread, and crouched a little lower. Her daddy's cock was seated solidly in her vagina and with his big hands holding her hips firmly, he began a slow thrust and withdrawing movement that made the bed rock and sway.
Distracted, amazed by what he was watching, Grady was surprised when Alicia's puffy outer lips parted and his cock began delving deep inside his niece. She grinned at him when he looked up at her disbelievingly. "Do you like that, Uncle Grady?" she crooned softly, knowing the answer by the look of ecstatic strain on his face.
She let her leg muscles relax a little more and the full-grown man's hard cock sank another inch inside her. She grinned again, relaxed...and this time, she didn't stop until she felt the head of his cock bottom out.
She reached down between their bodies and made a judgment of how much of her uncle remained outside her body. "Very nice, Uncle Grady, " she said approvingly.
"I only have to keep my hand there so you don't get too deep and hurt something up there inside me, " she told him, matter-of-factly.
"It's something you always have to do when you fuck a girl like me, " she said, deliberately using a girlish voice.
She rose, let her body sink again, rose...and started a steady rhythm of falling and rising that had Grady moaning in seconds.
"Come on, Daddy, " Carrie told her father. "Let me get...." She crawled forward a little and turned so her body was almost at right angles to her uncle's. Brett pulled out completely when Carrie started moving, then crawled up on the bed himself. He pushed pillows out of his way until he could again center himself behind his daughter, mounting her with a strong surge.
Carrie squealed, clinching her teeth, transforming her face into a rictus of pleasure. "Do it again, Daddy, " she begged.
Brett began throwing his hips forward more strenuously.
"He's got his hand between his belly and Carrie's pussy just like where I have my hand, " Alicia murmured into Grady's ear. "You just can't see it 'cause Carrie's ass is in the way, " she added.
Carrie groaned with the joy her father was giving her, taking a hand off the bed's surface every so often to caress her own breasts or pinch her nipples. She whimpered with every one of Brett's thrusts now. She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on her uncle's penis sliding wetly in and out of her twin sister.
She crawled forward a little, disconcerting her father, who had a good tempo going, fucking deep into his little girl. When Carrie stopped, her nose was almost touching her sister's thigh. She looked up at Alicia's tense face.
Divining Carrie's intent, Alicia leaned back on her uncle's cock, opening up more space between her and her uncle's body. Carrie promptly pressed her face in, finding the upper limit of her sister's slit and slapping a raspy tongue out to caress the swollen nubbin of a clit peeking out of its fleshy hiding place.
Alicia groaned aloud, losing her cadence of rising and falling for the first time. She held still for a moment, savoring the sensation of her sister's tongue on her outer labia and her uncle's cock in her twat at the same time. Unconsciously, Grady was thrusting upward as best he could, not lengthy strokes, but they were effective.
Grady saw what the sisters were doing and it was all over for him. Cum began gushing out of his penis and splashing against the vagina walls that gripped him tightly. His orgasm triggered Alicia's and her cunt clamped down on her uncle's cock. Her abdomen muscles rippled; sensations flowed up her belly and back for a long moment.
"FASTER, DADDY, FASTER!!!" Carrie screamed, exhorting her father to pump faster into her cunt. He did--he couldn't have done otherwise to save his life--and he quickly filled the sexy teenage girl's pussy full of hot daddy-cum.
The four incestuous fuckers rocked back and forth across the bed, cumming hard and reveling in the rapture of their orgasms. When their climaxes began to subside, the foursome lay back, trying to get their wind and some strength back.
* * *
"That was good, " Alicia said placidly. She giggled happily. Her uncle's penis was slowly softening inside her. Even though she was clamping it as hard as she could, it was still going down, a little bit more all the time. But whenever she closed down on it, her uncle grunted, and she giggled.
"Eat your cum out of me, Daddy, " Carrie asked, her voice nasty and hot. She was recovering nicely and ready for more sex action.
"Sure..., " Brett drawled, and hauled Carries slender legs around until her butt was at the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of her, pressing her legs over his shoulders and began servicing his daughter orally.
Grady could do no less and in seconds, both teenager temptresses were lying side by side with the men's tongues driving the girls up the slope to new orgasms.
They were soon wailing and holding the guys' mouths tight against their straining pussy lips. However much they threshed around, they made sure that their Daddy's and Uncle's mouths never lost their nasty contact.
When the two girls were again lying quietly on the bed. Brett stood up, gazing down at the girls with their lewdly spread legs and exposed puffy slits. The girls looked back expectantly.
"Oh God!" Grady groaned. "This is the most...intense...!"
There was a short silence. Brett and his daughters shared a quick glance.
"Well, ACTUALLY, Uncle Grady, " Alicia said quietly, "there's one thing even hotter."
Grady looked at the two lovely temptresses who were so ready to give the grown men sex, sex, and more sex. He couldn't imagine....
"JESUS CHRIST!!" he exclaimed. He stared at the nymphette he'd just fucked and eaten. "You don't mean?"
The two girls nodded energetically, grinning. "ALL God's little hotties deserve to be fucked and eaten...ever' day!" Carrie said, smiling at Grady. "By their Daddy...."
Grady's cock hardened another order of magnitude at his niece's words. "I...I...I don't know how I'm gonna do...." he began. He didn't have a clue what to say next.
"That's okay, Uncle Grady, " Alicia said, reaching up to pat his hand consolingly. "We'll figure something out...an' you can practice on us girls 'til we do, okay?" She fingered her slit with a nasty forefinger, pointing the way for her uncle to do his practicing.
But Brett had other ideas for his daughter's time. He looked at Grady and arched his eyebrows inquiringly. "Wanta switch?" he asked Grady.
Grady was startled, but he recovered quickly. He looked down at the young teen girl who'd given him his first girlie fuck and smiled. "I...sure, why not?" he said agreeably.
The two men exchanged positions and in minutes were atop the delicious girls, fucking their juicy cunts strongly. The room was filled with the odor of their sex and the wet, smacking sounds of enthusiastic sex, and various grunts and groans.
Grady never got around to taking pictures of the incestuous fucking any more than his wife had the night before.