Kathy Harris: Naked naughty family

"Ohhh, Steve, thank you! You fucked me sooo good! It was wonderful!" Kay cooed, hugging her brother tightly against her sweating body, her still-heaving tits crushed by his chest as he collapsed on top of her, kissing her fully on the mouth.

Steve grinned down at his sister. It was the first time the boy had ever seen a girl experiencing her post-orgasmic glow, and he realized that the always-lovely girl had never looked so beautiful to him.

"I loved fucking you," he said, kissing her again. "Can we do it again?"

Kay laughed, delighted by her kid brother's reaction to his first fuck.

"Of course, we can. We can do it all the time! But not just now. I'm all fucked out. Later…"

"Okay, great! I'll hold you to that! Now, how about telling me what you were going to tell me earlier?" Steve asked, slipping off of his sister and lying next to her, still gazing at her.

"What was I going to tell you?" the girl asked teasingly, not having forgotten for a single moment what she was going to tell her brother.

"You know… about Marybeth and Jake fucking," Steve responded, feeling his soft prick beginning to harden once more as he thought about his cousins fucking each other.

"Oh, that!" Kay said with a laugh. She reached down and stroked the boy's prick. "Listen… I can do better that just telling you about it… I'm supposed to spend the night over there tomorrow night. Why don't you just come with me and we can show you exactly what goes on over there. We can make it a foursome!"

"Okay, great!" the boy cried eagerly.

"Good. Now you'd better get on back to your room. If Paul wakes up and finds you gone, he'll be suspicious," Kay said with a smile, referring to their older brother who shared a bedroom with Steve.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave," the boy said, grinning as he leaped out of his sister's bed and hurriedly threw on his clothes.

As her brother left her room, Kay stretched out nakedly on her bed and smiled, thinking about her big brother, Paul. He was only one year older than she was, and vivid sexual memories of their childhood flooded into her mind.

In the master bedroom, Bob Newman and his wife, Jill, lay side by side on the bed. The man had just tried to fuck his wife but hadn't been able to. Just as he had been about to fuck his hard cock into her pussy, it had gone soft. Now, he lay there silently, one arm flung over his face, feeling miserable, wondering what was happening to him.

"It happens, honey. Don't worry about it," Jill mumbled, glad that, in the dark, her husband couldn't see the tears that filled he eyes. For this was not the first time that her husband had been unable to fuck her, and she was beginning to fear that their marriage was threatened.

They had been married for many years, and Jill knew that Bob still loved her, just as she still loved him, even more than ever after all their years of sharing. But, somehow, the spark had gone out of their relationship. There hadn't been any sexual thrills for a long time, their lovemaking growing more and more automatic and mechanical.

And now, this was happening: impotence.

Bob moaned, not knowing what to do about his problem. He knew that his recent problem with impotence was affecting more than just him and his wife. The tension and embarrassment that now existed between Bob and Jill had begun to spill over into their relationships with the children.

He knew that his family was beginning to drift apart as a result, and he only wished he knew of some way to bring them together once again. They all used to be so close, so happy. But, lately…

The man glanced over at his wife, who had fallen asleep. She lay there nakedly, her body glowing from the moonlight that drifted in through the window, and his eyes traced every curve of her body, his gaze locking on her tits and pussy. He was trying to feel some sense of excitement, trying to prove to himself that he was still a man.

But it was no good. Even as he stared right at the woman's gorgeous cunt, his cock remained soft, not even stirring.

Suddenly, Jill shifted her position and cried out in her sleep, startling her husband, who was still watching her intently.

"Ahhhhhh, yes Daddy, that feels great… yesssss," the woman moaned.

Her voice was so soft that Bob was barely able to make out the words. But what he heard stirred his balls and made his cock begin to harden like nothing else had lately.

Without a word of warning, without bothering to awaken his wife, Bob knelt between the woman's legs and, grasping the shaft of his now stiff cock, he placed its head against Jill's pussy-slit.

Even though she was still sleeping, Jill automatically spread her legs wider.

"Come on, baby," the man said, gazing down at his wife's tempting little pussy. "Open up for me, Jill. Daddy wants to fuck you. Daddy wants to cum inside you. Come on, little girl, open up your cunt for your daddy."

"Ahhh, yess, Daddy, fuck me," the woman moaned, still fast asleep, not realizing that her pussy was about to play apart in her husband's incestuous fantasy.

Slowly, the woman's thighs fell open. She sighed, thinking, even in her sleep, that she was about to feel the thick hardness of her father's cock slipping past the lips of her cunt and burying itself in her fuckhole.

Bob leaned over and kissed his wife's lips but, in his fantasy, he was kissing Kay or Penny, his young daughters. It was that idea that thrilled him so much. It was that fantasy that was keeping his cock hard.

Jill eagerly returned her husband's kiss, still dreaming that it was her own father who was exploring her mouth with his tongue, just as her daddy used to do all those years ago.

"Ohhhh, Daddy," she moaned again as Bob took his lips from hers. She arched her back, instinctively pressing her naked tits hard against the man's chest, and his prick grew harder as he pretended it was one of his daughters' tits pressing against him.

The head of Bob's cock was pushing insistently against Jill's pussy-slit now. Bob held her cuntlips open and pressed the bulging prickhead against her cunthole. Slowly, he inched his cock up the slick passageway, savoring the tightness of the woman's cunt.

"Ohhh, baby, this feels good," he muttered, not wanting to awaken his wife while fucking her.

When Bob had half of his cockrod buried up his wife's cunt, he groaned with lust, realizing that he could hold back no longer. And, with one mighty fuck-thrust, he plunged the rest of his prick home, grinding his dark prick hairs up against his wife's soft, blonde pussy hair.

Oh shit, this is good, the man thought. His wife's cunt had always been unusually tight, and he closed his eyes and groaned softly again, wondering how tight Kay's cunt was. Or Penny's.

He longed to come. He needed it badly. Except for an occasional hand-job, the man hadn't had a decent orgasm in what seemed like ages. His balls were heavy with cum.

Lowering his head, Bob began to suck an one of Jill's stiffly pointed nips while he fucked his cock in and out of her cunt with determined cock-strokes.

Jill's pussy juices were flowing thickly now as the hard prick rubbed against her cunt walls on its slow, teasing in-and-out movement.

As Bob continued to fuck his wife, still pretending that it was one of his daughters he was fucking, a part of his mind detached itself from the long-overdue fuck session, and he thought about Jill and her father.

When Bob and Jill had been married a few years, the woman had finally confessed her incestuous relationship with her father, a relationship that began when she was just a young girl and had lasted until the man's death just a couple of years before she met Bob.

But Jill had always led her husband to believe that she had resisted her father's sexual advances, that she had never enjoyed one single moment of their fucking, and that he had raped her time after time.