Ginger Craft - Overripe

On Monday, Julie found herself alone.

She woke up in mid-morning, feeling very refreshed and relaxed. She was a bit sore between her thighs, she discovered by gentle explorations, but it was good soreness. Her breasts looked a bit raw from all the sucking they had received, but even that was good. Probing delicately between the cheeks of her ass, she felt as if every finger in the world had been stuck into her asshole the night before.

Julie felt good, felt absolutely fabulous.

She showered and prepared herself a huge breakfast, then sat and drank cups of coffee laced with sugar, smoking quietly as she reviewed her short time at home. She-giggled softly, thinking it was going to be her best summer yet. If last night was any promise, she was in for one wild time.

During the day, she was surprised to find herself without the need to seek sexual contacts. She sang and danced about-the house, cleaning it spotlessly. She couldn't have been happier.

As she went about the task of cleaning, she thought of her trip home, of the skinny service station attendant who got his kicks by peeking at women in the restroom, grinning as she thought how she had given him one of his best thrills. It would have been interesting, though, to look on the wall of the tiny office, to see his semen splattered there.

She thought of the man in the cafe, the one who traded grass for pussy, then photographed his young girls as a means of insurance against their talking. She giggled at the thought of her own picture pasted next to the others, knowing she was by far the most beautiful and sexiest of all. Not the youngest, that was for sure, but the most beautiful, the most wanton.

And the man on the beach.

Julie laughed out loud. And she thought she had been such an experienced girl! Well, he had certainly taught her a few things, and she had brought her knowledge home and taught it to Mark, Kenney, and her mother. She laughed again as she saw, in her mind's eye, the flabby woman who had called her that old-fashioned name-Floozy. God, the woman was gross! How odd, she thought, that a man of his looks was married to such a woman, and such a sissy! Why, he was dominated by the enormous old bitch.

She thought of all the men she knew in that small town away from the college campus, the men she had spent a few hours with, or a night.

But mostly, Julie thought of Kenney and Barbara. She was not at all surprised by her mother's passion, by her quick acceptance of the incestuous relationship Julie had introduced. She felt it odd that she had not noticed this side of her mother before. But then, Julie had not known of her own passion until it had erupted.

You just never know about people, she told herself. All it takes is one little push, one little hint. How many people were walking around, their thoughts locked up inside their heads, unwilling, or unable, to talk about their most secret desires? Julie didn't know, but she did know about her own family, and that was all that mattered. She was happy, and she knew her mother and brother were happy with the situation, too.

Kenney and Barbara came home almost at the same time, she knew. So, that afternoon, Julie prepared a fabulous meal for them. Then, as the food cooked, she took a second shower and dressed. She located a short skirt that she had outgrown a few years before, and when she slipped it on, found that while standing straight, half her ass and pussy hair was exposed.

She was greeted with delight by both Kenney and Barbara when she met them at the door, wearing the skirt and nothing else.

"Well," Barbara grinned, "it looks as if you and I have our own topless waitress, Kenney."

"Yeah," he shot a peek under the short skirt, bottomless, too."

Julie served them, finding hands feeling up her dress as she did so. Then she sat and ate with them, her perky breasts naked above her plate. Julie was aware of the effect she had on them, and while they ate, events were discussed.

Everyone agreed they should keep their activities secret, and they also agreed it would be impossible to stop now. Barbara questioned her ability to control Kenney again, but he assured his mother he was very much aware of his young age and admitted wisely that he needed direction and discipline during growing years. He promised he would never become a problem for Barbara. The question of girls was raised, and Barbara reluctantly agreed that she could not hold him for herself forever, that he would seek out other girls and eventually marry.

"But I won't forget about you, Mom," he promised. "Sure, I'll have dates and things like that, get married someday, but hell, that don't mean I can't fuck you now and then, does it?"

She petted his cheek fondly. "Of course it doesn't, darling," she replied. "Who knows, maybe you'll be lucky to marry a girl as sexy as we are, one who will jump right in with us."

"Yeah," he laughed. "That's the kind of girl I want!"

"What about me?" Julie laughed with merriment. "Don't I get screwed, too?"

"Certainly," Kenney said in childish indignation. "You're my-sister, aren't you?"

"Suppose I get married?"

"Bring the bastard along," Kenney said, throwing out his chest. "I can share my pussy. I'm not stingy."

Barbara laughed, amused at them. "I can see this is going to be one fucking family! Good Lord… I just hope things don't become too fucking crowded around here. We'd have to buy a bigger house, which means someone is either going to earn a lot of money, or marry into it."

They had finished eating, and decided dishes could wait until later, or even, as Julie said: "I'll do them tomorrow morning while you two are gone. I have to do something besides sit on my ass and diddle my cunt."

"I can stay home from school," Kenney said.

"You will like hell, you little motherfucker," Barbara said sternly, but smiled to take the sting from her words. "You're the one who promised not to make trouble for me. You do and I'll cut off your fucking, hear?"

"I hear," he said, grinning to show he was joking. "There's only this week left anyway. Then I have two weeks before summer school. That lasts only five weeks, which means the rest of the summer I'll be home. Boy, if Julie-comes home each summer from college, I'm going to work my ass off to keep good grades so I won't have to go to summer school."

"I'll promise to be here, but only if you make good grades, little brother."

"Promise."

The sound of the doorbell startled them all.

"Now who could that be?" Barbara asked.

"I'll get it, Mom," Kenney replied, scooting from his chair.

"Don't let them in here," Barbara said quickly, glancing at Julie. "Julie, maybe you better run to your room."

"Bullshit," Julie snorted. "I don't care who sees me like this."

Barbara started to exert her authority, but stopped, her eyes bulging and mouth dropping. "Kenney, I told you…"

Her son was bringing Mark into the dining room.

"Hello, darling," Julie greeted the pop-eyed boy. "I was wondering when you'd visit again."

Barbara glanced from Mark to her daughter, confusion on her face. Julie saw and laughed. "Oh, don't worry, mother. Mark and I are old fucking buddies, aren't we, Mark?"

Mark was just as confused as Barbara. He tried to avert his eyes from Julie's naked breasts, but was having a difficult time of it.

"Julie, I thought we talked…

But Julie interrupted her mother. "Mother, Mark is in on this secret of ours. I've fucked Kenney and Mark both before. He knows about it."

"He knows… " Barbara was blushing slightly.

"Well, not about you," Julie said. "Only Kenney and me. But what the hell, didn't we just discuss boyfriends and girlfriends, even husbands and wives?"

"But, he's so… I mean, I know his parents, Julie."

"I don't think Mark is the kind of boy who would talk, are you, Mark?"