James Barton - The family gets it on

Tom Ward lay beneath the thin sheet, a fine sheen of sweat on his body. His eyes were closed and he breathed shallowly as he felt himself rising. As his cock twitched again, he fought desperately against thinking of that warm body, those firm tits and soft hands. A sudden chill took him again and he opened his eyes to glance toward his lovely wife, Linda, who lay naked beside him, sleeping peacefully on her back.

The sheet was thrown back and Tom raised on one elbow to look at her voluptuous body, tanned now from a week on the beach, and in the faint moonlight that came through the opened window, he saw her stomach rise and fall evenly. His eyes went to the honey-colored patch of her cunt, peeking now from beneath the edge of the sheet. He swallowed thickly and gazed at her face as his cock throbbed painfully.

"Honey…" he whispered and felt his heart beat heavily in his chest. "Linda… are you awake?" Tom swallowed again when he received no reply and he lifted the corner of the sheet carefully as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. As he sat up, he felt the cool ocean breeze on his body and he glanced again at his sleeping wife, then stood up cautiously.

Tiptoeing softly to the open door of the bathroom, Tom glanced once again at Linda, who had not stirred. He swallowed back his apprehension, stepped into the bathroom and eased the door shut. As he pressed the latch, the audible click sounded to him like a hammer falling on an anvil. He held his breath and listened for any sign of movement from his wife. When he heard none, he let out his breath slowly and went to the door that joined the bathroom to the second bedroom beyond. Again Tom held his breath as he eased that door open a crack.

Lying as still as her mother, Susan had thrown the sheet from her body. Tom fought the urge to clear his throat as he looked upon the form of his wife's daughter and a thrill went through his being as he gazed at her golden hair, haloed on the pillow, the fine features of her sleeping face and the graceful curve of her throat that swept to a pair of tits – the nipples dark and well defined, as were her mother's. Her right knee protruded from beneath the corner of the sheet and Tom could see the curve of her thigh beyond. His pulse quickened as he freed his cock from the loose boxer shorts he wore and he squeezed himself once, then again, and walked to the side of the bed.

He looked down at the girl's outstretched arm and the upturned palm of her hand. He knew what he was going to do – had known since they had all turned in for the night over an hour ago. It was an urge he had fought before – and lost to before. Now, he no longer had the strength to fight the terrible desire that every instinct in his being told him was wrong.

Tom leaned down slightly, lifted Suzy's hand and placed it on his prick. The touch of her fingers on his cock thrilled him in a manner that was beyond description and it seemed her fingers closed about his throbbing shaft of their own volition. He kneeled forward with one knee on the bed and began stroking his cock gently with her hand.

Don't let her wake up… please… just don't let her wake up! he thought silently as he licked his lips and reached for her tit. He cupped it gently and felt her turgid nipple against his palm. He touched her lightly on one tit and then the other, allowing his fingers to trace the outlines of the darker flesh of her areolas. Please, he thought again, don't let her ever wake up!

But Suzy was awake. She had lain there waiting for her stepfather since they had all gone to bed for she had known he would come – she had made sure of it as her mother had stepped to the back door of their beach cottage and called their dog, Pepe. Suzy had slipped her arms around his neck, kissed him on the chest and pressed her hot body to his as she whispered, "Mom's so lucky to have a husband like you, Tom…" Then she had nipped him playfully on his bare chest and bid him goodnight.

Suzy had waited patiently for she knew it would not be in vain. She had listened as she heard him enter the bathroom, lock the door, then enter her room quietly. She had lain there, her body half exposed, knowing he would be able to see just enough of her in the pale moonlight to bring him the rest of the way in. Now, Suzy felt his throbbing prick in her hand, and as he fondled her tits, she felt her own heart beat faster as the back of her arm touched the fine hairs on his leg.

Tom looked down at the beautiful girl as he manipulated her hand over his pulsing cock. It had grown rock hard when he had placed her soft warm hand there and he swallowed thickly as a drop of fluid glistened on the head of his prick. He glanced toward the nightstand, intent on pulling several Kleenex from the box that was always there – and he cursed beneath his breath when he noticed it wasn't. He looked about frantically as he felt his juices rising and he knew he would have to stop long enough to find something.

Suzy felt, him stop and she thought of the last time this had happened – Tom had come in, placed her hand on his prick and simply jacked himself off – then returned to bed. Not tonight! she thought, then lifted her left leg and let it fall to one side, pulling the sheet from her lower body. No sir, not tonight! she told herself, and squeezed his prick gently.

Tom froze. He saw her draw up her knee, then let her leg fall, and as it fell, the sheet went with it and he saw for the first time Suzy's golden bush and the soft cleft of her cunt. Panic took him as he thought she had awakened, then as her small hand gripped his cock, then released it, he let out his breath. Dreaming… he thought, she was only dreaming. Then her fist clenched again and a thrill raced through his body as he realized he could stand there, and if her dream continued, she would soon bring him to a climax. Carefully, he unsnapped his shorts and let them down. It took a little bending to remove them, but finally they were off and he fought to control his breathing as he gazed down at her inviting cunt – gaping wide for him to see.

A low groan escaped his lips as he reached out and found the soft wetness of her cunt with the tips of his fingers. He stroked her gently and looked apprehensively at her face as he pressed a fingertip into that wet warmth. He shuddered involuntarily as he realized he was about to come… he couldn't hold himself back with her hand squeezing his cock as it was, and as he withdrew his hand, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them, tasting the slightly salty juices from her cunt.

Tom moaned again and, unable to restrain himself, he leaned down on his right arm and hovered over her gaping pussy with his head. He felt the tickle of her pubic hair and leaned more, then his mouth was there and he flicked out his tongue. He inhaled her fragrance, then dropped his head between her silken thighs and closed his mouth around her tender cunt. He groped for his shorts for he knew it was only a matter of seconds before his hot, steaming load of jism came gushing from his prick, and he certainly didn't want it to go spurting over her lovely face! He lay down beside her easily as he continued to lick her cunt, and again he thought his silent prayer: Please… don't let her wake up!

Oh, do it, Daddy! Suzy thought as she felt Tom's mouth on her cunt. God, that's nice! Then she felt him lie down beside her and she thought her heart would pound itself right out of her chest as she swallowed the saliva that built rapidly in her mouth. She fluttered her eyelids and as she did, she found that lying as he was, his knees slightly bent, Tom's cock was only inches from her face. I'm going to do it! she thought excitedly, and as she felt his tongue enter her cunt again and he nuzzled her gently, she raised her left leg and rolled to her side, trapping his head between her legs.