"Yes! Right now."
"Well, what the hell is it?" he demanded, clutching her by the chin and forcing her to look at him.
Millie scrambled forward to lie beside him on the bed. She gripped his hard prick and stroked it gently.
"Darling, I have to confess," she began. "While you were in that awful cast, I did something that maybe you won't like."
"What, for Christ's sake?" he asked anxiously. He just wanted to get the talk over with, so he could sink his throbbing hardness into her sweet, tight cunt.
"I… well, I wasn't exactly true to you."
"What?"
"Please, darling – now don't be upset." She stroked his prick a bit harder. "I… had sex with Pete."
"No," Danny moaned. But he couldn't seem to get angry – not while Millie was diddling him so well.
"And with Cal," she added.
"Sonofabitch!" he exclaimed. But he didn't move to get away from her or to stop her hand from gliding up and down on his blissfully pulsating rod.
"And… with your father," Millie concluded. She saw no reason to mention Reed.
"Dad, too?" the young man gasped. "Jesus Christ, Millie!"
"Shhhhh. Don't blame them. It was all my fault. I wanted to do it with all of them."
"God damn!" he panted. "I reckon I'm… married to a… shit, baby, that feels good!"
"I'll bet it does," Millie said, still stroking – but not hard enough to make him come. "Just like it felt good to me when I fucked your brothers and father. And they liked it, too. But we were all so worried that you'd find out."
"So now you… went and told me!" Danny writhed as he panted.
"Because you have a right to know," Millie said. "You're my husband, and I love you."
"Still? After being with… my whole fuckin' family?"
"Yes! You're my man, Danny, and I won't look at anybody else, ever again, unless you tell me it's all right."
Millie quickly slithered atop him and encompassed his hot pecker in her wet, clutching hole.
"Ah!" he exclaimed. "Oh, that feels great!"
His bride began to fuck him slowly, grinding and pumping. Her silken cunt seemed to suck at his hard, thrusting manhood.
"But I was thinking," Millie said, "How nice it would be… for everyone…" She punctuated her phrases with skillful thrusts of her pussy, swallowing Danny's hard cock all the way to his balls. "If we could all… live and love together… like one big, happy family. I'd enjoy it and… it wouldn't mean I… loved you any less."
"But Jesus, I… oh God damn, baby, just screw me!"
Millie smiled down, her blue eyes shining, her blonde hair framing her lovely face. "You mean it's all right? You don't object?"
"Well, it'll take some… getting used to. But if that's what you… want…"
"Lover!" Millie exclaimed. "Oh, my wonderful, big, sweet husband!"
She lay forward, squashing her full tits against his manly chest, and screwed him with a fervor which surpassed even her performance with Reed. Groaning blissfully, Danny bucked upward in her tight clutches. His balls swirled. His head grew light.
When he came, it was like the burst of a geyser in Millie's belly. She squealed with delight and ground down around him, vibrating from head to toes in the happiest orgasm she had yet known.
"Darling, we're going to have such good times!" she said afterward, petting him as their loins remained in moist, warm embrace. "It'll be wonderful!"
"Well, like I said, it'll take some getting used to."
But the more Danny thought about it, the easier the proposed adjustment seemed. He could hold his own against Cal and Pete, he believed – certainly against his old man. And he would be king of the mountain, because Millie was his! As the youngest member of the family, he had always gotten the short stick – but things would be different from now on. That is, as long as Millie recognized he was the boss.
"You've got to promise," he said, "that if I decide to put a stop to the sharing, that's it! You'll be mine and nobody else's."
Millie hugged him and kissed his neck. "Oh, yes. I promise, darling! Whatever you say goes… always."
Danny grinned. An interesting future seemed to lie ahead – for Millie, him, and the whole Hinshaw clan.