Miriam Schwartz - Family affair

Maybe Billy brought home a girl for the night, though he didn't see how a brat like Billy could attract any girl, unless maybe it was his school's slut.

But then he heard a voice rising for a moment, clearer than the other sounds he had heard. Was it Cindy? He straightened up in the bed. He strained his ears now, his breath speeding up, what the hell could it be? It was Cindy, he was sure, well almost sure.

Whether or not it was, he felt compelled to go investigate. Checking once more that Esther was still sleeping, he slid out of the bed. He eased his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He began walking slowly and quietly down the hall, so as not to alert anyone. He would find out just what the hell was going on.

He made his way straight to Cindy's bedroom door, and stopped, listening to the noises within, he became instantly enraged by what he realized had to be going on in there. His hand shot to the doorknob and he threw it open.

Inside sister and brother were fucking like wild animals. His blood was boiling, not as it was earlier, with anger now, instead of lust. He rushed into the room, glaring, his eyes ablaze. Out of control. He felt almost dizzy with the anger that swept over him. He looked at them there, fucking away, and he saw red. He wanted to kill them both. It was the last thing he wanted to have happen.

Things had been so nice, so very nice. He had been lying in bed fantasizing about the life he was going to have, his little harem where he would be fucking his older wife as well as his younger stepdaughter, his much younger stepdaughter. He thought he was going to have her as his private little mistress. What a fantasy that was going to be, to have his own teenaged mistress living right there in the house with his own wife, and the wife financing the whole enterprise. But his fantasy had blown up in his face when he opened the door and saw the two of them fucking.

He couldn't quite decide what he felt, but he only knew it was anger and disgust at the way he felt he had been betrayed by his stepdaughter. There she was fucking her own brother, for God's sake! What worse thing could he possibly have seen. It disgusted and angered him and he wanted to kill both the culprits, beat them to death.

And, in fact, he made a pretty good try at just that, lunging towards them at the bed.

"You bastards, you dirty bastards," he cried out at them. "I'll kill the both of you… you, Billy, you dirty stinking seducer, you made her do this!"

Cindy shook her head in disbelief. This was like a weird repeat of just a few minutes before, when her brother had stormed in on her and accused her and threatened her in the same way, Billy having seen her fucking with George earlier. It was so crazy that she almost had to laugh, but George's rage scared any laughter out of her now.

He punched at them both. Cindy put her hand in her mouth to stifle the scream that almost came out of her… She scrambled back away from him.

George increased his attack, centering it on Billy. The boy fought back, giving punch for punch at first, but he was no match for the older and bigger man. Billy scrambled off the bed and started moving for the door.

"Come back here, you bastard!" George cried at him and leaped off the bed, giving pursuit.

Billy was in the hallway. George made a leap for him, and almost tackled him before the boy slid out of his grip and rushed down the hall to his room. He slammed the door and George heard the click of it locking. He cursed and then turned to go back into Cindy's room to argue it out with her, but now her door was also closed. He tried the handle but it was locked. The bitch had locked him out.

"Bitch, open that door," he whispered through it.

She made no response. He was afraid to raise his voice or make more of a scene than he already had for fear of waking up his wife. He didn't want that. For all his anger he still had the common sense not to let his wife get wind of what was going on. He wanted to take care of the problem all by himself. That was the only way to handle this particular tricky situation, he was sure.

If his wife found out she would probably flip out… What mother wouldn't go crazy if she found out that her two children were fucking each other. But it was not just some sort of sympathy for his wife that he was feeling. He figured that when his wife investigated the scandalous info that he could bring her she would end up finding out that he too had been fucking the very-available Cindy. And then, his gravy train would make its last stop.

As it was, George had some ideas for the future. He was contemplating methods of removing his lovely wife after he had himself made the major beneficiary in her will. But there was plenty of time to get around to that sort of stuff. Right now he was not having such a bad time. She was good to him and eager to please and she wasn't bad to look at even if she was forty or so, and she was eager and active in bed. He had to pat himself on the back for lucking into a situation as pleasant as this one.

And it would be all the more pleasant if he could keep things going with Cindy. But the bitch shouldn't have pulled something like this over on him. That was really a dirty trick. The horny tramp. Her bed was probably still warm from his visit when she was inviting her brother in for a tumble. That really hurt. Damn her. He would have to do something to get back at her for that. But he would try to be careful. He didn't want his wife getting involved in this thing at all.

He walked back to their bedroom door and slipped inside as quietly as he could. He closed the door behind him.

"George?" he heard a familiar voice call out of the darkness of the bedroom. "Is that you, George?"

He gulped and answered weakly. "Y-yes, it's me, dear," he said to her then.

He wondered how long she had been awake, if she had heard anything of the commotion in the other room.

"What are you doing there, George? Where have you been?" she asked him. Her voice was very sleepy.

"Just, uh, out to the kitchen for a glass of milk, dear… And now I'm back to you, my precious."

"Oh, good," she sighed contentedly. "Come on then, I want to feel you next to me, so warm and strong."

George joined her in the bed again. They lay together spoon fashion. Esther fell back to sleep at once.

George didn't go to sleep right away, though. He was feeling excited. His cock was twitching as he thought of that beautiful blonde girl in the other room. God, how he had loved fucking her before. His cock grew as he thought of it, and it pressed up against Esther's wide, round ass. Even though she was not really a substitute for her daughter, George enjoyed the feel of his cock against his wife's fleshy ass. He pressed deeper, sliding into her, feeling her pubic hair. Oh, yes, that was good. It took his mind off Cindy for the moment. He slid his cock around, feeling Esther's dampness. His cock pressed into her pussy hole and then he was all the way in. It felt very good, and he let his cock throb around inside her pussy like that for a minute. Then he began to fuck. But when he began to fall into a rhythm and could let his mind wander, he thought of Cindy, of her big tits and round ass, and he wanted it to be her ass his cock was plowing through and not Esther's.

He went on fucking for another couple of minutes and then Esther came to in a dreamy sort of way. She moaned and expressed delight at what he was doing. She moaned some more and wiggled her ass back against him as he fucked.

George couldn't see straight the next morning. All he could think about was his extraordinary good and bad luck the day before. He had been furious with Cindy the night before when he found her fucking around with her brother, Billy. But in the light of morning he was thinking more selfishly about his own needs, and he realized that he didn't really profit any by staying mad at the girl. What he had to do was forgive her and get back on the track he had been on with her when he left the bed they shared a little before her brother climbed into it. He wondered if they had been getting it on for long, Billy and Cindy. Then he told himself to block that out of his mind. All that was important was that he get back to fucking with Cindy. And that was exactly what he did do, when they had a talk and he told her that he would forget what he saw as long as they could continue their relationship. It was a relationship, however, that proved to be doomed. That night while they were fucking, Esther was disturbed from her sleep and went to investigate the noise that was coming from her daughter's room. She found her husband screwing her daughter from behind, his hands around her big tits, as he jammed his dick in and out, in and out. She had screamed in horror. The two guilty parties stared in shock as they realized they had been found out. Esther locked herself in her room that night, while George spent most of it in the hall pleading to be let in. In the morning she threw the both of them out of the house and told them never to come within sight of her again as long as they lived.