Norma Egan: Between auntie_s thighs

Holding hands and grinning broadly, Mark and Stacy climbed off the bed and walked over to their new parents.

"Wow, Stacy," said the leering boy, "will you look at this? Uncle Bill and Aunt Karen are balling right here in the hall."

"Too much," said Stacy, smirking. "Why would they wanta do that?"

Bill groaned and drew his long stiff prick out of Karen's hot dripping box. Blushing furiously, he and Karen got to their feet and made feeble attempts to cover their crotches with their hands.

"Well, uh, this can be explained," Bill said lamely. "We don't want to talk about it right now, though. It's very late, and you kids ought to be asleep. In the morning…"

Mark and Stacy burst into loud laughter.

"Aw, come off it, Uncle Bill," said Mark. "Quit bullshitting us."

"Mark, your language!" Karen gasped.

"But that's what it is," Mark replied, "a load of bullshit. You guys are trying to pretend that nothing happened. But Stacy and I saw you, balling right here in the hall and watching us. Can you explain why that was happening?"

Bill and Karen exchanged sheepish glances. It was a terribly embarrassing situation. They were the parents of these kids, and they were supposed to give them an example of decent behavior. How in hell were they going to explain what had happened?

Stacy saved them the trouble.

Giggling, she said, "We know what you did. You heard us getting it on, right? And you came to stop us. Only you got turned on watching us, and you started to make out. Isn't that what happened?"

Still the adults couldn't answer. They felt too ashamed of themselves. They weren't sexually liberated like the kids, couldn't admit their own wicked thoughts. Bill and Karen hung their heads.

"Oh, shit, don't feel bad," said Mark. "We understand, and we think it's great. We got off on watching you, too."

"Oh, my God," Karen moaned, "this is awful."

"No, it's not," said Stacy, "it's wonderful. Now that we all know about each other, we can have fun together."

Karen gasped, and Bill said nervously, "Just what do you mean by that, young lady? What are you suggesting?"

Mark chuckled slyly. "Figure it out, Uncle," he said. "It's not hard, it is? Stacy means we can all get it on together, the four of us."

Karen swayed against Bill, too shocked to speak. Bill himself had to catch his breath before he replied.

"Mark," he said sternly, "you must be joking. We're your adopted parents. We can't go to bed with you."

"Why not?" said Stacy. "You already did. You fucked me, Uncle Bill, and Mark fucked Aunt Karen. So what's the big deal? Why can't we do it together?"

Karen and Bill simply couldn't believe what was happening. Their own son and daughter were asking them to form an orgy. It was unbelievable! They didn't know what to say.

"Hell, we're wasting time," said Mark. "Let's go to your room. That bed's big enough for everybody." He grabbed Karen's hand and led her down the hall. She was too stunned to resist.

"Come on, Uncle Bill," said Stacy, taking his hand. "You'll really dig this. It's a lot more fun with a group."

Bill staggered along with her, his mind completely blown. It had to be a dream! But Stacy's hot little hand was real enough.

Stacy and Mark led their new adoptive parents down the hall to the master bedroom with its king-size bed. The kids were excited but also a little nervous. It was very important that they do their job well tonight. If they failed, life with Bill and Karen could be a real bummer.

Mark led his aunt into the room and lit the bedside lamp. Karen just stood there, confused and befuddled, until the handsome blond boy reached for her nightgown. She gasped, caught his wrists, and stepped back.

"Mark, what are you doing?" she said in a shocked voice.

"I was gonna take your nightgown of f, Auntie," he laughed. "You don't wanta make love with your clothes on, do you?"

"I don't intend to make love," Karen snapped. Just then Stacy and Bill followed them into the room, and Karen said desperately, "Bill, what's going on here?"

Bill shook his head dizzily. "Honey, I'm not really sure," he said. "It's been a real crazy night. But I think the kids have got some notion about all of us making out together."

Karen's lovely face went beet red. "Well, count me out," she said. "I never heard of such a thing. What a terrible idea."

Mark and Stacy glanced at each other. Their uptight aunt was threatening to ruin everything.

Somehow they had to change her mind. Mark took Karen's hand and led her gently over to the bed.

He made her sit down, then sat beside her.

"Now, Aunt Karen," he said, "don't be a hypocrite. That's your worst fault, you know. You've already made it with me, and I bet you'd like to do it again, wouldn't you?"

Karen blushed and hung her head. "I don't want to talk about that," she said miserably.

"Okay, then I'll talk," said Mark. "I know you enjoyed balling me, and I'm sure you'd like to do it again. So what does it matter if we do it with Stacy and Bill watching? We're all friends."

"No," Karen said stubbornly, "I wouldn't dream of doing it in a group. Leave me out, please."

Mark looked helplessly at Stacy. The pretty blonde girl went into action, rubbing her hand teasingly over Bill's fly. He'd lost the huge hard-on he'd been using on his wife, but when he felt Stacy's hot little hand through his pajamas, he knew he could get it back again with very little trouble.

"Uncle Bill," Stacy purred, "you're not a hypocrite, are you? You liked doing it with me, didn't you?"

Bill flushed slightly, because Karen was listening, but he answered, "Of course I did, sweetheart."

"Then why can't we all do it together?" Stacy pleaded. "It'd be so much fun."

"I'm sure it would, honey," said Bill, "but we shouldn't force it on Karen if she doesn't want to. That's not right."

"Uncle Bill," said Mark, "I know I can change her mind, with a little help. I know just how to do it."

"What are you talking about, Mark?" Karen said nervously.

No one paid her any attention. The kids were intent on Bill's reply, and Bill was thinking.

He was thinking how excited he and Karen had gotten when they watched the kids make love, what a good fuck they were having till the kids caught them. They hadn't made love so well in years – and it was the result of watching another couple.

He didn't want to go back to their old boring ways. That was no marriage at all, fucking maybe once a month and yawning all the way through it. No, here was a chance for him and Karen to put new life into their lovemaking, if only they had the courage to experiment, to try kinky new things.

Dammit, crazy as it sounded, those kids had the right idea.

"Just how do you propose to change her mind, Mark?" Bill said at last.

Mark grinned knowingly. "I know just how to turn her on," he said. "If you two would just hold her down while I get started, I can do the rest."

Bill hesitated. He didn't like to force Karen into this, knowing her hang ups and inhibitions. But wasn't it better than going back to their old ways, the boredom in bed? Yes, it had to be done for her own good.

"All right," said Bill. "Stacy, come on. We'll hold her down for Mark."

"My God, NO," Karen shrieked.

She'd been listening to the whole conversation, knowing what Mark had in mind, but never dreaming that Bill would cooperate. He must be out of his mind to go along with those dirty-minded little punks. To make love as a group, doing it with their own adopted son and daughter – it was perverted, sick.

Karen leaped to her feet and started struggling and crying, but Bill and Mark wrestled her down onto the bed. "Stacy," Mark panted, "Get over here and get her nightgown off."