Harry Stevens - The family_s wild ways

"Oh, baby, please don't threaten me with that!" Gwen pleaded. "Once I tasted your sweet pussy I was hooked on it forever. Couldn't stand not being able to have it after today."

"Then if you want more of the same, Mom," Mitzi said, rubbing her cunt for emphasis, "you'd better tell me what I want to know. Otherwise, no more pussy."

It was a cruel line that Mitzi had drawn, and inside she felt like a bitch for treating her mother so harshly. But there was no turning back now that she'd decided the end justified the means. And now success seemed hers.

"Okay, all right… I just can't live without your beautiful pussy," her mother admitted. "I-I'll tell. Tell you what I've never told another soul."

Tingling with anticipation, Mitzi impatiently waited for her mother to clear up the mystery. However, the latter talked around the apparent bombshell she'd yet to drop, increasing the suspense for her daughter.

"When I was your age," Gwen Morgan sighed, "I could've lost my cherry to just about any boy I wanted. But I was stubborn. I wanted the one boy I wasn't supposed to have. It was all wrong for both of us, according to the rules. Except I couldn't help it, he was my Mr. Right in spite of everything – I had to fuck him."

Mitzi was on pins and needles. It was all she could do to keep from demanding that her mother stop beating around the bush and openly identify the skeleton in her closet.

"I seduced him one day when I caught him jacking off. Oh, his prick was so gorgeous. Even bigger and harder than I'd imagined. Just couldn't wait anymore. Had to have his big, hard prick in my mouth, then in my cherry cunt – and even up my ass before he'd finished fucking me that first time."

Gwen briefly paused, smiling to herself as she realized how it had been. Meanwhile, her daughter squirmed from frustration from the lack of a name.

"After that," Gwen went on, "we fucked whenever we got the chance. It lasted for a year. The best year of my life. Until I sucked and fucked with you today, darling, I didn't think anything could ever be as good again as been with him. That's why I can't let you slip through my fingers, the way I did with him. Won't make that mistake again. I know now that life's too short."

Obviously Mitzi knew it wasn't her father they were talking about. "This other guy, Mom? Why didn't you marry him instead of Daddy if he was such a stud?"

"I couldn't," Gwen Morgan said in a hush.

"It's not allowed. No matter how much, in love she is, there's no way on earth a girl can marry."

Gwen paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to brace herself. For, at last, she was clearly on the verge of naming her mystery lover from her secret past.

"Yes, Mom?" Mitzi anxiously prompted.

"He might fuck her, but there's no way a girl ever marries her own…"

Gwen paused again, breathless now.

"Her own brother!"

It wasn't what Mitzi had been expecting. "Uncle Ernie?"

Her mother soberly nodded.

And here, something snapped within Mitzi. She broke out laughing. What else could she do? And if she could just settle down, she'd explain it to her mother.

"I-I never should've told you," her mother muttered, stung by her daughter's apparently, mocking laughter. "I feel like such a fool."

At this point, Mitzi recovered. "No, Mom, you've got it all wrong. I'm not making fun of you at all. What's so funny is how everything's turned out. 'Cause, hold on, I've got a secret of my own. You already know about me and Daddy, but what I didn't tell you was about me and… well, see if you can guess, Mom."

Gwen Morgan gulped. "Oh… no."

"Oh, yes, Mom," Mitzi stated. "I fucked mine, too. That's who took my cherry, not Daddy. The first dick in my cunt was just like it was with you… my own brother's!"

Gwen Morgan could hardly believe she'd let herself be talked into it. But her daughter was so persuasive. So here she was, after all these years, attempting to return to the incestuous passion of her youth. And if it worked, it wouldn't stop there. But, Gwen had to admit, some things were so crazy that they just made too much sense not to try. And Mitzi had convinced her this was one of them.

"Thanks for coming over, Ernie," Gwen said to her brother. "I hope you won't regret it."

"No matter what happened when we were kids," Ernie answered, "we're still just like any other sister and brother. Family's family. If you need my help, I'll do my best."

For years, ever since they'd both married other people, Gwen and Ernie had gone their separate ways as much as possible in order to avoid their forbidden attraction for each other from the past. They'd been on their best behavior so long that Ernie had no reason to suspect what tonight held in store. Which meant that he was about to be caught flatfooted.

"Vic's gone," Gwen said, setting the stage. "I don't know where he is, Ernie. What'll I do?"

"You need some money to tide you over, Sis?" Ernie generously offered.

"No, what I need," Gwen answered without blinking, "is some of this!"

She abruptly reached down and rubbed with a handful of her brother's crotch.

"Vic took his with him," she steamily stated. "And I always liked yours a whole lot better anyway."

It had been nearly twenty years since Gwen had been so bold.

Ernie gasped. "God, Sis, what in hell! We agreed a long time ago…"

"That was when I had a husband around to take your place," Gwen purred, dropping to her knees with her thumb and finger snagging the tab of the zipper on her brother's fly.

"But I still have a wife at home!" Ernie croaked.

"Was there ever once when you fucked her that you really believed she was half the piece of ass that I was for you?" Gwen asked.

Ernie shook his head.

"And how many times have you wondered if my tight cunt is still as perfect a fit for your big cock as it used to be?" Gwen crooned.

"A… a lot," Ernie helplessly admitted.

"Well, then there's no better time than tonight to find out if we're getting better along with getting older."

Gwen unzipped her brother's fly. His prick was swollen by now. And when she reached inside, the cock she took in her hand was every bit as thick, rigid and throbbing as she remembered.

"Ooooh, stud," she hornily sighed with a stroking squeeze, "you haven't lost an inch. In fact, feels like you might even be hung bigger than twenty years ago. But seeing is believing."

Gwen pulled her stunned brother's cock out into the open. She hungrily licked her lips at the sight of it.

"And sucking," she said, slurping in anticipation, "is really believing."

Ernie reacted as he had all those years before, when they were kids and his sister had seduced him for the first time. Which meant that as much as he feared the consequences, he couldn't resist letting Gwen take his stiff cock in her eager mouth.

Just like that, she was blowing him. If anything, she was a better cocksucker than ever.

Automatically, Ernie's hips began to roll. As a result, his sister was no longer simply giving him a blowjob, he was fucking her in the mouth exactly the way it used to be.

"God, Sis," he panted, "you got me hooked all over again, as much as I ever was on you. Like all those years in between didn't happen. Like we're picking up exactly where we left off."

"Then you aren't gonna stop with me only sucking your cock, are you?" Gwen asked with a mouthful of cockmeat. "You know what always happens next when we're getting it on as well as I do."

"Yeah," Ernie drooled aloud.

He eased down to his sister's level. Then she was stretched out below him. Along with his cock in her throat, the rest of his body swiveled it a half-circle on top of the action.

Now, while Gwen gave him head, Ernie was facing her crotch. She had on a loose skirt, which he flipped up. Underneath, she wore no panties. It was Ernie's first look at his sister's hairy cunt in almost twenty years.