J. Brown - Homespun Fun

"Do you really have to go to that first-aid class tonight, Lynn? I've only been back a couple of hours, and already everybody's taking off on me. I'd like to get clued in on a few things, especially since you're leaving for Mom and Dad's tomorrow."

"I'm afraid I do, dear. After what happened to Dana, I should know what to do in an emergency. It scared the hell out of me."

"Okay, bring me up to date. I don't think I got the whole story in your letters, and Dana didn't say much before she left for her piano lessons."

"All right." She began applying mascara. "I was out late, shopping, and she thought she'd help out by fixing supper. She made a casserole and stuck it in the oven. A few minutes later she noticed the fire wasn't on, and tried to light the pilot. It blew up in her face."

"I know that much. Go on."

"Well, Toby heard her scream, and ran into the kitchen. Her dress was on fire and she was holding her face. He ripped her dress off, doused her with cold water, and called the fire department. Luckily, Dr.

Larson was at the hospital. She wasn't hurt badly, but she was blinded temporarily. She was only in the hospital for one day, but she'll have to wear those patches on her eyes for a while longer yet."

"Christ!" Ken muttered. "Is this Larson taking good care of her?"

Lynn smiled into the mirror. "He'd better. I paid him off in female currency. In a motel room. For four solid hours!"

He flicked an ash off his cigarette. "I might have known. How is she otherwise?"

"She doesn't like her father being gone all the time. For a fifteenyear-old girl with no mother and an absent father, I'd say she's doing great."

"And how about your kids?" he asked, ignoring the snide remark.

The woman's blue-black hair swished across her back as she swung around to face him. "Don't you mean our kids?"

He nodded mutely and sighed.

"Our kids are just fine. They're doing good in school, and they've been a lot of help with Dana. And before you ask, no, they don't know that they're sisters and brother and not cousins."

Ken put out his butt and leaned forward with elbows on knees, weariness showing in his eyes. "Hasn't Phil found out yet that Toby and Nancy aren't his kids?"

Lynn turned back to the mirror and resumed putting on her cosmetics.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? You know he got married. Well, when he couldn't knock up his new wife, he went in for a check-up, and found out that he'd been sterile all his life. Right after that, about four months ago, he went to court and cut off child support for me. He doesn't know you're their father, but he does know it wasn't him."

"For God's sake, why didn't you let me know? I could have given you more money!"

She put down her lipstick and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"Ken, I didn't need it. I've saved most of the money you've paid me for taking care of things for the last five years since poor Carol died. I live in a beautiful house, I have my family, and everything I want.

What more could I ask for?"

"You've been a helluva lot of help, Sis, and I appreciate it more than I can say."

Lynn stood up and walked over to him with her hips swaying seductively.

Pulling his face into her furry snatch, she let him nuzzle it for a moment, then knelt between his legs. She parted his robe and kissed the tip of his prick, leaving a red smear, before looking up at him.

"Dearest, I wanted to. Besides being my brother, you're my lover, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Then too, I want our children to be around their father as much as they can, whether they're aware of the truth or not."

His cock was distending into a hard-on when he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her hazel eyes. "Have you ever regretted our fucking all these years and my giving you those two babies?"

"Never! Not for a minute! If you hadn't been my brother, I'd have married you a long time ago, and we'd have been happy as hell."

"I'm glad." He lowered his hands and fondled her fleshy, hard-nippled tits. "Sure you have to go?"

She kissed his cock again, then leaped to her feet, her face flushed.

"We'll have plenty of time to fuck, and you've got to rest up from your trip. I'll be back from Graywater before you know it, and then we'll fuck and suck ourselves silly."

When she began dressing, Ken got up for another cigarette and leaned against the dresser to watch her cover her luscious body. "You say Mom will only be in the hospital a few days?"

"Uh huh. It's just a small stomach tumor. Dad needs caring for, though, after that stroke he had. I'm taking Toby with me, so you'll just have to watch the girls."

"Anything special I have to do about Dana?"

"No. A nurse comes by to change the dressing and put drops in her eyes.

She has to be led around, though, 'cause she bumps into things, but Nancy usually does that."

"Nancy's sixteen now, isn't she?"

Lynn arched her eyebrows as she tucked her enormous tits into a bra.

"You should know. And Toby's seventeen, in case you've forgotten that, too."

"No," he said shamefully, "I haven't forgotten. Any special instructions?"

"Can't think of any. Mrs. Dever is still giving Dana piano lessons, like tonight, to keep her mind off her eyes, but Nancy takes her there and brings her back. That's about it."

"I suppose we'll manage."

She tucked in her blouse, gave herself a final inspection in the mirror, then walked over to him and rubbed a hand over his pelvis, caressing his prick and scrotum. "God, I'd love to give you a blow-job right now, you horny stud, but it's almost eight and I've got to go.

Get a good rest, and I'll see you in the morning."

Ken walked with her through the house to the front door. "By the way, what time is curfew?"

"Usually ten. Toby's at the movies, so he may be a little bit late, but it's okay. Don't worry about them. They take pretty good care of themselves."

After kissing her good-bye, he switched on the television on his way to the kitchen to mix himself a stiff highball. Though he had never regretted buying the big, four-bedroom home, he rattled around in it when he was by himself, and needed noise and a drink for company.

Settling down in his favorite recliner, he realized the completeness of civilized living again, yet knew it wouldn't be too long before his feet began to itch and he would be off to some far distant country, agonizing over the discomforts usually inherent in such a trip.

He hadn't yet drained his glass and relaxed completely when the front door flew open and the two girls came in, Nancy leading Dana by the hand. Seeing the thick gauze patches on Dana's eyes and watching her grope helplessly in front of her made him feel sorry for the girl, but he knew that pity was the least effective therapy.

"Hi, kids. How did the lesson go, Dana?"

"Oh, all right, I guess," she replied dully.

"She did great, Uncle Ken!" Nancy said. "Like Mrs. Dever says, you're not supposed to look at the keys anyway."

Dana was tall, like himself, but had her mother's blonde hair and blue eyes. A very pretty girl, she had developed considerably during the six months he'd been gone, and the mountainous breasts pushing her sweater out were more like a woman's than a girl's. Also like her mother, she had outstanding legs that were revealed nearly to the crotch by her short skirt.

Her cousin/sister was the image of Lynn, except that her hair was a dark brown. Perfectly proportioned and beautiful, she had an enticing ass that was clearly outlined by the skin-tight jeans she was wearing.

They molded to her so closely that he could see the crease of her cunny.

"I'm glad to hear that," Ken said. "Either of you hungry?"

"I'm not," Dana answered, in the same monotone with which she had greeted him earlier. "I think I'll go to my room and lay down and listen to some music. Practicing tired me out tonight."