Virginia Ryder: Little Kimberly_s Family Fun

“We didn't do anything worse with Daddy than you and Aunt Heather did with Paul,” I said. “And, Mom, we're eating each other's cunts! And Paul's fucking his mother-in her asshole!”

Amy, by then, was so busy achieving orgasm after shuddering orgasm on the gleaming fuck machine, moaning and panting and squirming wildly, she no longer cared who, what, where or why any fucking ofanynature took place, except for her own, of course.

I'd fill in her on the conversation after she was finished.

“Even little Amy is getting fucked half to death, right now, by that sex machine of yours,” I added. “Even Daddy didn't fuck herthatgood!”

There was certainly no denying it.

In any case, my mother suddenly looked as if I'd slapped her right in the face, but then let her breath out slowly. A very long moment later, she finally nodded with a little sigh.

“You're right,” she said. “I guess we're just the worst familyever.”

Instead of reassuring her that we certainly werenotthe worst family ever, but rather the mostfunfamily ever (though maybe the sickest!), I instead decided it was time to ask for that special present she and Aunt Heather promised when they were willing to give meanything.

“Here's the present I want for my 12^th birthday,” I said. “I want you and Aunt Heather and Amy and Paul to come up to Daddy's cottage with me for a fuck-and-suck party the entire weekend. Whether we're the worst family or not, it's time we at least started acting like a real family again.”

My suggestion was met with shocked stares of disbelief.

“What?!” my mother gasped. “Are you serious?”

To which Aunt Heather added, “Itdoessound insane, all of us together up there, but…it might be fun, if Jack agreed to it.”

I looked at her, studying her, actually, suddenly realizing my oversexed aunt was probably just as hot for my dad as Amy and every one of my girlfriends. Huh! It had never occurred to me. And then something else occurred to me.

“Aunt Heather, did you ever, uh, you know, fuckmy father?”

The look she and my mother suddenly shared was unmistakable. They both swallowed hard, whether with shame or memories of wilder times, I couldn't tell, but then looked away from each other.

My God, though, it became so obvious-horny nympho sisters fucking and sucking everyone and anyone, including each other's husbands, until, well, they had kids and calmed down to their boring, normal, predictable lives.

On the surface, at least.

Before Aunt Heather actually responded to my question, which I believe I already knew the answer to, there was the sudden sound of a large dog barking outside. And my mother and my aunt shared another unmistakable look.

“Is that Rusty out there?” my mom asked brightly. “Kimberly, please take a look, dear…”

I gave her a weird look, then went to the bedroom window and looked out. There, in our yard, was the neighbor's big black Labrador, apparently loose again. And, oddly enough, he was pawing at our back door.

I couldn't believe it.

“He's probably thirsty,” my Aunt Heather said, overly casual, I thought. With another quick look at my mother, she suggested, “Kimmie, maybe you could run down and let him in-there's a bowl for his water in the broom closet.”

I just gave them both a disbelieving look.

My mom said to me, “If your father agrees, we'll all go up to his cottage at Clear Lake for that weekend. It'll be your 12^th birthday, after all, and your aunt and I were planning a party for you, anyway.”

“Of course,” Aunt Heather added with a dirty little smirk. “If we all go up there, it'll be a party none of us willeverforget.”

I'd bet that was true.

Finally, Amy had finished being screwed ragged by the pumping red dildo, had flipped off the switch and was sitting up.

Disheveled and sweaty, her crotch glistening with excess lubrication that was entirely her own, she looked as if she'd been put through the wringer, an expression I didn't really understand but that my mom sometimes used and that seemed to fit.

“Can we bring the fucking machine?” Amy wanted to know. “It's even better than TV!”

“Of course,” my mother instantly agreed. “For natural born sluts like us, there's no such thing as too many cocks, rubber or otherwise.”

Exactly as I said earlier:

What a family! And, really, how much worse could it get?

Well, for that answer, I guess we'll find out at my birthday party!

More later…