Sandy Bennett - Jackie_s family lessons!

The family gathering was subdued that morning. Headaches, bloodshot eyes, and queasy stomachs were the chief complaints. Only me, Al, and Dora were in the pink. Marvin and Rona came in later and looked just as poorly. Yet by afternoon they were all drinking again, albeit more slowly. Everything had been arranged. Caterers would come in the morning to set up tables and load them down with food and drinks. The wedding dress had been fitted, tried on, altered, and declared perfect. And all the other old stuff was done, too, so that the family had nothing better to do than sit around and drink.

I kept watching my mother and I noticed how, after a couple of drinks, the real woman in her emerged. Yes, she was sexy! The way she crossed her legs, the looks she gave men, the way her voice changed, all told me that she was on the make! I couldn't get over it. What's more, she was working on her own brother, and he was responding. What did Dad think of that? Dora, like a good wife, was distracting him from that incipient affair.

Everything became a bit unreal at this point. It was the middle of the afternoon when my mother excused herself. It was a minute later when Al got up and went into the house, leaving the rest of us to sit in the garden and watch Dora and Dad make friends. I couldn't contain my curiosity. While they were busy I snuck away and up the stairs to see what was going on.

There were voices in the master bedroom, and when I leaned against the door and pressed my ear to it I could make out what they were saying. Al was telling my mother how exciting she was and how he had missed her and did she remember all the good times they'd had as kids? And my mother replied: "Yes I do, especially when we used to go to the lake and masturbate to see who could come first. Do you recall that? Al? Wasn't that fun?"

"You always won, too," he said, "but I'll bet I'd win if we had a contest today."

"You're joking," said my mother. "You do a lot more fucking than I do so I'm always on edge and you're always spent. That's no contest at all."

"How would you like to put money on that?" They decided on five dollars and I heard the sound of clothes coming off and a lot of giggling and laughter. I had to see this! There was a wide crack under the door but that only showed me two sets of bare feet heading for the bed. It was risky but I eased the door open a crack and peered through. Now I had a grandstand view. They got down on opposite sides of the bed, facing each other, and while Al took his half-hard cock in hand my mother started to caress her tits with one hand and play with her pussy using the other. She was in great shape, her tits were still firm and full, her belly had only a few small rolls in it, and she certainly was young at heart to judge by her masturbation! It turned me on mightily to see her playing with herself and I wished I could join in, but this was a brother and sister reunion. They smiled at each other and worked hard to beat each other.

Al was good and hard now and my mother was laying back, driving a long finger into her cunt, bringing one tit up to her mouth to suck and chew at the nipple. "I'm going to win this easily," said Al, jerking off to beat the band.

"You'll have to be quick!" panted my mother.

"No faking it, now," he warned her. "I'm going to test you for wetness afterward."

"You never did have any morals," she said, and then they both fell quiet to concentrate on their double solo. Al was staring at her cunt, and she was watching him beat off just as avidly. I rooted for my mother silently and that must have made the difference because she stiffened suddenly and then became very, very relaxed. "Aaaahh, that's nice," she said softly. "I told you I'd win."

"Let me make sure you didn't cheat." Her brother bent over her pussy and ran a finger along the slit, then tasted her juices appreciatively. "Mmmm, delicious! But I'm not sure you're wet enough. I'll run another check." My mother smiled broadly as he settled down with his face pressed into her pussy and his body between her legs. She ran her hands through his hair and looked down on him with a tranquility that made me envious. She let him eat and drink his fill before gently pushing him over on his back and sitting on his cock. They were very practiced in everything they did, more so than passionate, like two partners of long standing doing what they were best at. She fucked him with short, bobbing strokes, working his cock into her cunt from all angles and to all depths, with her big cheeks quivering and shaking and her tits dangling in his face. I closed the door carefully and tiptoed down the stairs, still in a state of shock.

"Here she is!" said my father when I rejoined them. He sounded a bit tipsy and certainly acted it. He put his arm about me and hugged me tightly before he went on. "My little girl who's getting married tomorrow. It's hard to believe…" And he went into the standard rave about how only yesterday I peed on his lap. I bore with it as best I could, as did the other relatives, but luckily Dad had more than memories on his mind. "And now it's time for the father-and-daughter heart-to-heart talk," he announced. "Come on, my girl, let's find some place that's private and discuss matters."

He wanted to take me to the master bedroom and I hastily steered him away from there. "Let's go sit in the den," I said, pulling at his hand. "I like being there, it's so comfortable."

"Alright, baby, anything you want." We went into his den and sat in easy chairs smoking cigarettes and enjoying the silence. At last he started to talk. I wasn't listening too closely. Being alone with him set my nerves on edge. I thought of Mum and her brother playing doctors upstairs, of the other brush Dad and I had had, of tomorrow's wedding, and how badly I wanted to fuck my father. If I could have him I would be satisfied! But he was in one chair and I was in the other. What was worse, he was babbling on about the birds and the bees while I was thinking about the blow job I'd given him!

"Daddy, please!" I burst out. "You know that that's all old stuff! I want you, I don't care what you think about that, I just want to make love with you once more before I settle down. Please, let's do it now or we never will!" The words rang through the study over and over as if to haunt me. My father was in the process of lighting another cigarette and I wondered if he had heard me. "Daddy?"

"No! It's wrong!" He slammed down his fist and refused to look at me.

"Oh yeah? That's wrong, right? But it's not wrong for you to sleep with Rona and there's nothing wrong with Mum going to bed with Al or Marvin." Silence. "Daddy, don't you want me?" He was lost in indecision and to help make up his mind I took off my clothes and walked over to stand in front of him. "Please, make love to me."

"You really want me to? Okay." He took off his clothes without further hesitation. He'd only been waiting for me to persuade him. Now we faced each other like a man and a woman, horny, alone, and ready! His cock throbbed hard and upright, my nipples were just as hard and throbbed as much. His hands took me by the arms and drew my body against his, and our mouths met in a passionate kiss. His cock pressed into my belly. I felt faint with passion, there was no need for foreplay, I was ready to go! But I kissed him back and wrapped my arms about him so my hands rested on his ass to caress his hairy, hard buns and work one hand around under them to get at his balls.

He could hardly wait! As we kissed and caressed he moved me back onto the couch and lay on top of me, his body already in motion, his cock chafing against my inner thighs. "I knew this would happen," he said as he pinched my breasts and sucked at the nipples. "Ever since that Sunday morning I haven't been able to get you off my mind. I dreamed about you, it's shameful but it's true, and now that I have you here I just want to make love to you for the rest of the day. You've grown up into such a beautiful woman, Jackie, just like…" He didn't finish the sentence but I knew he was thinking of Mum when she was my age. I would have objected had he not had his hand on my cunt and had his fingers not been fiddling with my clit and my hairs nimbly enough to make me think of more pleasant matters. My mother might have been good-looking in her day and she still wasn't bad, but now it was my turn. He was mine, his cock was hard for me!