Frank Seymour - Sensual Family Nights

"Whuzzat?" The alarm was buzzing in the background. She shook her head, sat up, and rolled off the bed to shut it off. She yawned, stretching widely, her back arching to bring her tits into prominence, the slit of her cunt clearly visible.

For a moment he again felt regret-what the hell kind of man was he, screwing his own daughter, teaching the other to suck him off? Christ, in some places men were lynched for doing things like this!

But the girls liked it. There were no regrets for what had happened last night, what he had done to them. If they were happy, then what he did to them was nobody else's goddamn business!

He sat up, pulled his girls to him, squeezing them in his arms. He bent to kiss them in turn, and rubbed their heads. Everything was going to be all right, he was sure of that. Nothing bad was going to happen-maybe this was even an omen that in time Trish would come to her senses, come back home!

"Work time, girls. Janet honey, you think you can manage to fix your old man's breakfast while he staggers through the shower and shaving?"

"Sure thing, Papa. Come on, Liz-you can help." They jumped off the bed, heedless of their nakedness, and hurried downstairs. When he followed them fifteen minutes later, he found them still naked as they did the early morning chores. His breakfast was waiting-a hearty one, Janet recognizing that sex took a good deal of energy-and when he finished they hurried to hug him, and kiss him goodbye. He was unable to resist running a finger into each sweet young pussy before he let them go, leaving for work with the smell of their cunts on his hands.

After that night, Dan did not sleep alone. The girls were ready for bed earlier each night, it seemed-although an hour or more passed before they were ready for sleep. But they were exhausting their father, until he accused them of cheating-of sleeping during the day. Giggling, they did not deny it.

After a week of enjoying their bodies, the phone rang before he could leave for work-it was Trish. She and the boys had decided to make a holiday of it, were going up to the Island for a picnic.

"We want the girls to come with us, Dan," said his wife. "You too… "

He hesitated, his heart jumping-he wanted so much to say yes! But he remembered that several important deals were very close to closing; he could not spare the time away from the office.

"Next time, honey," he said lamely. "But the girls will be ready when you get here."

"Sure, Dan. Next time."

"Trish? I still love you."

"I love you too, Dan."

"So come home! Please!"

"You know the bargain we made. It's only been two weeks."

Two weeks-it seemed more like two centuries as he hung up. Then he saw his daughters again, both naked-they liked to be naked all of the time when he was with them-and thanked God that he at least had them.

He gave them the news, and ordered them through their excitement to take showers before their mother arrived. It wouldn't do to have Trish smell the fucking that they had been doing! He wanted to wait around to see her-yesterday he had gone to the boutique, to try to talk her out of this nonsense, but she wouldn't give in. There was no reason to think that she'd change her mind now…

He kissed the girls goodbye.

Trish blew the horn, of the station wagon as she pulled up before the house, but Janet and Liz were already waiting, their bathing suits packed. They ran to the car, threw their arms around her, kissing her warmly.

"Mama!" said Liz. "We're so glad to see you!"

"Yes," echoed her sister. "We miss you, Mama-you two, too, lunkheads," she added to her brothers.

Trish Sanborne smiled at her four children-all of them handsome. The younger pair were obviously identical twins, and except for the fact that Liz's hair was longer, it would be impossible to tell them apart if they were dressed in the same clothes. Of course, there was very definitely a difference in the equipment behind the shorts that each was wearing!

Jimmy and Janet were maturing now, growing into adulthood; they had been another peas-in-a-pod pair until puberty hit them, but now he was already three inches taller than his sister. And of course, Janet was blossoming, her breasts well-formed, pressing enticingly against the fabric of her sleeveless blouse, her ass firm, fattening like a woman's should. Her old blue shorts were stretched tight by her ass-so tight that Trish could clearly see the outline of her mound.

The kids hopped in back, the boys greeting their sisters just as enthusiastically-Jimmy's hand dropping to tease Janet's butt when he thought that his mother couldn't see. But Trish caught the movement in the rearview mirror, and grinned to herself. What the hell, they probably fooled around together. But she was willing to bet that Janet didn't realize that she and her mother were both competing for Jimmy's cock!

"What's so funny, Mama?" asked Les.

"Oh, nothing, honey." Maybe tonight she would let the boys in on the joke-when she had them alone again, and naked in her bed!

What would Dan think of that?

For a minute the thought made her sober: what would her husband think to know that she was screwing the boys? Certainly he would be shocked; it was a secret they better keep just to themselves!

She thought of Dan's cock, comparing it to Jimmy's-comparing their staying power. Both boys could outlast him in a stretch, although it hadn't always been that way. She could remember early in their marriage when the nights had been spent more in fucking than in sleeping-now she was lucky to get one jump, and a thank you ma'am out of him!

Well, Dan was a problem to think about later-this day was for the kids. She headed the car for the island, a popular picnic place a twenty minute ferry ride from the mainland. Once a millionaire's private preserve, it was now part of the state park system, covered with trails and picnic places. In the middle of the week there weren't many other ferry riders, and when they arrived they found they had the place almost to themselves.

The boys carried the baskets to the secluded table their mother chose, and then the four of them took off for the island's highest point, a two hundred foot hill. The millionaire had built a watchtower there, and now Lea whooped as he and Liz shot up the steps. At the top they could see the ferry, returning to the mainland.

Janet and Jimmy stopped at the edge of the clearing, looking to see that the younger kids could not see them. He stepped off the trail, leaning against a pine, his eyes hungrily taking in his sister.

"You miss me?" he asked, casually.

"I suppose."

She was looking away from him, shyly-and now he reached out to touch her, took her arm to pull her behind the tree.

"Jimmy!" She struggled for a minute, but his longer arms held her tightly. At last she surrendered, giggling.

"I'm the only boy in your life," he said. "Remember."

"We can't get married, you know, silly. It's against the law, or something."

"So we'll live together without being married. Lots of people do that nowadays-why not brothers and sisters?"

Janet was looking away when his hand moved out to touch her side-he moved forward to kiss her, taking her in his embrace: It was not the awkward kisses they had exchanged before-their lips met, held a moment, and then his tongue was probing forward, forcing a passage between her teeth.

Janet stiffened, would have gasped if his lips had not kept her prisoner. Her arms went around him, holding him close as she felt his knee pressing between her legs. She recognized the shape of his cock as it grew in his pants, stretching until it pointed up, pressing against her belly. His hand dropped to her tit, fondling the tiny cone and playing with the nipple, and dropped down farther, probing the top of her shorts. His fingers reached inside until he could feel the hair between her legs.