Harry Stevens: Naked horny family

"Uh-oh," Sarah said to the girls. "Looks like we aren't the only ones who've strayed off the beaten path; if you know what I mean." She pointed toward the hunched-over figures that she'd spotted up ahead. Twilight was near, but there was still enough sun to see the bare bodies of the naked couple in the tall grass.

"Gee, they're fucking all right," Dottie said. "Who do you think it is?"

"We're probably better off now knowing," Sarah laughed.

"Your mom's right," Alice told her cousin when Dottie squinted to get a better look. "C'mon, we've had our fun, let them have theirs. None of our business."

Alice went on and Sarah started to follow her but Dottie remained behind. When her cousin and mother were several feet away, he excitedly motioned for them to rejoin her.

"How many women at this picnic have red hair?" she whispered after they returned.

Alice and Sarah flinched. Only one person fit that description.

"It's your mom, for sure," Dottie told her cousin.

"Drop it, will you?" Alice snapped. "If my mom's found somebody, good for her. I'm leaving."

"I think he's fucking her in the ass," Dottie persisted, edging closer.

Even as they moved in the opposite direction, Alice and Sarah could not miss the cry of female passion which cut through the grass like a blade.

"Oh, Steve; Steve!" Maggie pleaded. "Fill up my ass with your hot, young jizz!"

Just as there was only one woman at the picnic with red hair, there was only one Steve. Alice and Sarah abruptly reversed directions, quickly flanking Dottie, the three of them stealing closer.

"Take it! Take it!" Steve grunted, burying his big cock in his mother's ass.

"Yes, shoot it, shoot it!" Maggie shrieked. Steve's crotch twitched as he pinched off repeated blasts of liquid heat. Then, his balls drained, he sucked in air and fell backward. Popping from his mother's asshole, his cock was smeared with shit. Maggie wheeled around and went down on him without hesitation, feasting on her own filth.

And watching it all as they knelt in the grass were Alice, Dottie and Sarah. When Maggie's, eyes rose, focusing in their direction, the women froze like rabbits in the glare of oncoming headlights.

Maggie realized that she and her son had an audience. "Oh, my God!" she shuddered.

"What the hell?" Steve blurted. Then he looked around and saw the three shadows in the tall grass.

Once she'd decided that she'd be the one to force the issue, Dottie's approach was anything but timid. Springing to her feet, she stood with her hands on her hips while surveying the drawn faces of her relatives.

Then a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Sly at first, it quickly became a broad grin. The chuckle which followed gained momentum until Dottie was laughing out loud.

The others looked at her as though she were crazy. She just laughed harder.

"A fine crew," Dottie finally said. "Look at you. You're scared shitless."

She brought everyone up to date on who among them had made it with whom. She made it clear just how far the incest had spread.

"Don't you see?" she concluded. "The five of us have broken through. Cut through all the crap that made us just as ordinary as everybody else in every other boring family. Instead of a family who just says they love each other, we've proven it. We ought to be celebrating instead of acting ashamed."

She was starting to make sense to them. "Yeah," somebody whispered. One or two others nodded.

"Okay, suppose you're right," Sarah spoke out. "Where do we go from here?"

"Simple, Mom," Dottie readily answered, having thought ahead. "Where are we?"

"At a family picnic," Sarah warily said.

"Well?" Dottie smirked. "Then why not take advantage of it? We don't have to just stop with each other, you know."

"Jesus, Dottie, that might turn into a Goddamned orgy," Steve gulped.

"If we're lucky," Dottie leered. "What do you say, gang?"

"It's just far-out enough to work," Alice murmured. "I'm with you, Dottie!"

"Good girl! Now name somebody at the picnic who turns you en," Dottie said. "The first person who comes to your mind."

"Daddy!" Alice blurted out. "Fuck him!" Dottie ordered. "Gee, that's who I had in mind," Sarah muttered.

But Maggie grumbled: "Why would anybody want to fuck Hank? He's such an animal."

"That's just the point, Mom," Alice explained. "Daddy needs somebody who can bring out the best in him."

"I picked him first." Alice reminded.

The dispute pleased Dottie immensely, proving that her idea had taken hold. Now all she had to do was make sure Alice and Sarah got what they wanted so they'd stay on her side.

"Take turns," she suggested to her cousin and mother. "I don't think Uncle Hank'll mind. You two can work out the details between you."

Alice and Sarah agreed, breaking away from the others to work out her strategy.

"Well, they have my sympathy," Maggie scoffed. "Now, as for me…"

Everyone leaned forward with anticipation. "I like em young and sweet," Maggie chuckled. "And, after my own baby boy, nobody fills that bill any better than you-know-who."

"Jerry?" Dottie guessed.

Maggie nodded. "That's right, your kid brother and my darling nephew. If I couldn't take my Steve's cherry, at least I can get Jerry's."

"Jeez. Mom," Steve said with obvious contempt, "that little wimp doesn't know what it's aft about."

"I'll teach him," Alice said. "Now what about you, Sonny Boy? Who are you going to fuck?"

Steve was suddenly sheepish. "Promise not to laugh?" he muttered.

They agreed.

"Aunt Jessica," he said, naming his mother's spinster sister.

They all laughed anyway.

"Talk about somebody who doesn't know what it's all about!" Maggie howled. "Jessica should've been a nun. But, on second thought, that might've even been too fast a track for her. Nuns have to learn about sin and that's probably over Jessica's head."

"She might surprise you," Steve replied. "Anyway, my mind's made up."

"Everybody to their own poison," Maggie sighed. Then she turned to her niece and asked: "How about you, Dottie? Who are you going after?"

"No surprise here," Dottie answered. "My dad's it. Can I help it if I'm so fucking normal?"

So it was settled. With nothing more to discuss, the incestuous hunting party began drifting apart in search of their prey.

Dottie's father was an uncomplicated man, good, old Jack. When others were going off in all directions, he was always calm. Life's simple pleasures were what Jack Baker was all about.

Dottie found him looking at the sunset. He had a hotdog in one hand and a beer in the other, just relaxing by himself.

Creping up behind him, Dottie asked: "A penny for your thoughts, Daddy."

Turning around, Jack drawled: "Hi, baby. Was wondering where you'd got off to. Wanted you to watch this sunset with inc. Isn't it a beauty?"

"It's even better over at the pond," Dottie said. "Wanna see? We could have it all to ourselves, Daddy."

"Sure, honey," Jack agreed. "You know I'm even more of a sucker for some time alone with my little girl than I am for watching the sun go down."

He and Dottie held hands and left the picnic. When they neared the pond, the bushes stood between it and them. Picking through the tangle, Dottie made her move.

"Oh, these damned thorns!" she squealed after purposely snagging herself.

"You all right, baby?" Jack asked with concern.

"Just a scratch, I think," Dottie answered, holding her hip. "I'll know better when I get out of this mess."

Pulling ahead of her father, she stumbled into the clearing.

"I've ripped my bikini to pieces," she reported.

Jack didn't have to be told that. From where he stood he could clearly see the bronze rays of the dying sun bouncing off his teenaged daughter's exposed crotch.