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This is a self-contained story that may form the first part of a longer series. I can be reached at jamesclarkepearson@protonmail.com for comments, feedback (always welcome) or just a chat. The story is just over 12,000 words.
It was the smell John missed most. Rain and pine. It overpowered everything, heavy and damp. It meant hot summers and tourists from the city clogging up the roads. It meant long, slow falls and everything being packed away, mothballed for winter. Everything revolved around 'the season'. Life would spring into people, and they'd exert a manic energy for the short summer months before falling once again into hibernation, ready to start again in the spring.
He'd tried to explain it to his family, tried to explain the ebb and flow, spending his summers working the resort with his family, long hot days of tiring work, wishing for it to be over; then the winters desperately waiting for it to start all over again.
The Blue Ridge Resort. It was an institution. The last of the resorts built for wealthy city folk to come and sweat and swim away their stress up-state. It was opened in 1925 by John's great-grandfather. It had seen its booms and busts, it's highs and lows. John had spent every spare moment of his young life there, he knew every nook and every nail, but he hadn't been back in years.
He felt something well up inside him as he pulled off the free way, heading North. There was a gravity to the place. The trees, the hills, the lakes. The low gray skies this time of year. His two children were asleep in the back of the car and his wife was looking at him from the passenger seat, an unreadable look on her face, "You're sure about this, John?". It wasn't the first time she'd asked that question. He'd never been more sure of anything in his life.
It's not like he'd never been back. He'd seen his parents and the old house a few times in the last twenty years, he'd brought his family for thanksgiving or for a short hectic weekend in the summer, but it was different this time.
The snow gave everything such stark contrast, brilliant white against the rolling green and brown waves of trees. He loved the summers, but he truly missed the winters. It was so silent. You could walk into the woods for miles from his parent's house, come back wet and tired and not having seen another person. It felt like he was going back in time, driving the long, sweeping corners of black tarmac to his parent's house, the close packed pines rising up to the gray sky.
Sarah was waking the kids. Waking them slowly was a lesson they'd learned with Kevin, their oldest, as he'd entered his teens. Their sweet little boy had become an irritable monster almost overnight, but a monster that could, if handled with video games and food, be just about domesticated. The joy of fourteen-year-old boys. It wouldn't be long for their daughter Lisa, she was twelve going on nineteen.
"Remember everything we talked about" Sarah intoned quietly to the back seat, he watched the kids roll their eyes in the mirror then respond in unison, the eye roll could be heard there too, "Yes Mom, we know". They'd talked about this a lot, but it was important.
The final few minutes were spent on the long gravel drive, crunching up the packed snow to the big white house. It was bigger and yet somehow smaller than John remembered. This place played tricks with his memory.
They were standing outside and waiting, as always. His Mom waving and jumping from foot-to-foot with excitement, while his Dad smiled indulgently. His sister was there too with her son, he wasn't sure how they'd managed to drag her out into the cold. John winked at his wife as they parked, she smiled back and jumped out into his mother's arms.
Hugs and kisses were exchanged while John's father corralled everyone into the house. The kids were both told how big they'd got and had their hair ruffled by well-meaning adults. Sarah and John's mother were off into the house arm in arm, laughing and smiling, the kids following close behind. John's sister reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a fierce hug, "It's been too long Anne" he confessed, "It has" she sighed back, a sad smile on her face. Anne released him and pointed at her son, who, if John remembered correctly, just turned eleven, "Don't think I've forgotten your promise to clear this path after lunch". John smiled, the look on Kyle's face said he'd hoped she'd forgotten.
They'd been sat around the big dining room table as soon as they'd shed their heavy coats and boots. Claire, John's mother, had been cooking all morning, and they all dove in, it'd been a long drive. This was nice, John thought, sitting back and enjoying the low murmur of voices when he'd finished. He watched his father smiling and nodding indulgently as his granddaughter Lisa talked on and on about not very much at all; those two were inseparable. He really didn't know how his father could be so happy just listening, smiling and occasionally nodding. It was the same with his mother, dotting on his son Kevin; he watched her hand feed him a cracker with a look on her face like he was the second coming. Kevin loved every minute of it. John wondered what his nephew thought about their relationship, it was pretty clear who the favorite was. Maybe it was just because she saw Kevin so infrequently, but Kyle didn't seem to mind, he was too busy making doe eyes at John's wife. The poor boy had never been able to hide it. It wasn't subtle. Kyle's eyes were glued to Sarah's chest. She noticed too, of course, smiling at John and winking. She had to ask Kyle three times to pass the peas before the words finally made it through.
"You look amazing" John said, quietly leaning over to his sister who sat on his right. She blushed a little and looked away. "Really" he said, putting his arm on the back of her chair and leaning closer, "I've missed you a lot". His other hand moving to rest on her thigh. He watched her sidelong, she sat stiff with her eyes unfocused, staring into the distance. He lent in further, his lips brushing against her ear and whispered softly. "What was her problem?" his mother asked the whole table, looking at Anne's quickly retreating back as she fled from the table and upstairs. John shrugged, a small smile on his face.
The meal was being put away, Kyle and Kevin had gone off to do heaven knows what, and John had excused himself to go talk to his sister. He was outside her old bedroom with its faded green door and stickers. He ran his long tan fingers along the door frame where Anne's height had been recorded before opening the door and quietly stepping inside. Anne was sitting with her back to him on the end of her bed, looking out the window. The room looked the same way he remembered, stuck in the last moments before Anne went to college. The posters, the pile of bears on the bed. He didn't think she looked any different, either. She was older now, thirty-five, but she had the same lean, tan body she built with all those summers of volleyball. He could see her face in the reflection of the window. That soft, beautiful, oval face fringed with dark brown hair and those huge almond eyes. She jumped when he closed the door behind him.
Anne looked cornered, when she turned and saw him, desperation in her eyes. She stood up and backed into the window, trying to push herself as far away from him as possible. He smiled and started to unbutton his shirt polo, taking it off and neatly folding it over the back of the desk chair. Anne's breathing started to quicken. John took his socks off before standing and dropping his jeans to the floor. He looked at her again. Her face was red, and her eyes flicked from him to the door and back. He hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pushed them to the floor, standing there naked in her childhood room, his erect cock pointing at her. She kept very deliberate eye contact, she wouldn't acknowledge that he was naked. He took a step towards her, and she flinched away.
Lisa lent backwards away from the dining room table to look down the corridor, then stood and craned her head over the table to stare into the short passage to the kitchen. She could hear her Mom and Grandma chatting and cleaning up. "What's the matter dear?" her grandfather asked, confused, but Lisa just pushed her chair back, lifted the table cloth and slid under the table without a word. Bob nearly jumped out of his chair when he felt her hands placed softly on his knees under the table. Immediately he started looking around, just like Lisa moments before. He lifted the table cloth to see his granddaughters smiling twelve-year-old face looking up at him, from between his legs. "What are you doing girl?" he asked quietly, but Lisa put her finger to her lips and softly responded, "I want to show you what I learned since I last saw you" and reached up to undo his belt.
Anne was pinned against her bedroom window while John kissed her neck, she bit her lip and pleaded with him to stop. His hand found its way down the front of her pants and was kneading her sex through her underwear. She tried to push him away, but it was no use "John, please" she intoned, sounding on the verge of tears, "Please don't do this". John pulled away, annoyance written all over his face. He opened his mouth as if to say something but reconsidered and sat down heavily on her desk chair. Sighing, he sat there naked, relaxed, while she was still backed up against the window, unmoved. "Why do you do this every time?" he asked, not angry, but exasperated "You put up this front every time we see each other, you act the offended housewife" he rubbed his eyes, he rubbed the wetness on his fingers together, "It's getting really old".
"John" she caught his attention and he looked up into his sister's wide-eyed face, "We're in our parent's house, in my old room with a door that hasn't locked in thirty years. It's too dangerous. What are you thinking?" John smirked and stood up again, placing the chair he'd been sitting on against the door. She rolled her eyes, it wasn't nearly enough, but she locked eyes with him as he spoke, confidently, "Get on your knees and crawl over here". She closed her eyes but something inside her broke, before she'd even thought about it, she was halfway across the floor and looking up into John's eyes.
Bob's mouth fell open as his twelve-year-old granddaughter took his rock hard cock out of his pants. Her pale hand looked tiny around the base of it's six inch length. Bob held his breath as she tilted it towards her mouth, planting a light kiss on its bulbous head. He let the breath out and shivered as she ran her tongue around the head of his dick and down the shaft. Leaning back in this chair, he grabbed the edge of the dining room table with both hands. Lisa took him into her mouth and Bob felt the warmth of his granddaughter's throat. He marvelled at the girl between his legs. She'd been a slight, shy girl of nine who would blush when he slid his hand under her bathing suit. Now this. She pulled her head back and worked her small hand up and down his shaft. Looking up at him, a cheeky grin on her face. Picking up speed, she lent forward to drop a long globule of spit drop onto his cock. Bob couldn't believe it, where had she learned to do that. "What's the matter, Bob? You look flushed", his wife was standing in the passageway to the kitchen, he hadn't heard her come in. But there she was. Staring right at him. This was it, he thought, this is what they'll talk about at my trial. He pictured his wife of forty years in tears as she described how she'd found her husband (that duplicitous pervert) with his cock in their granddaughters mouth. The silence stretched on, and all Bob could hear were the soft wet sounds coming from under the table. "Er, dear... I'm just a little-", "Where's Lisa? She was here just a minute ago?". Lisa wasn't stopping, she must know her grandmother was there. He felt her take his whole length into her mouth and down her throat. He gasped, but before his wife could respond, he blurted out "Er... I don't know where she is... I think she, er went to find her brother". She gave him a strange look, but it seemed to satisfy her. She cleared away the last of the dishes from the other end of the table and headed back to the kitchen. When she was out of sight, Bob lifted the table cloth and looked down, his granddaughters face covered in spit but a huge grin on her face and his cock throbbing in her small hand. He let out of a laugh and let the table cloth fall again.
They were both naked now, limbs intertwined on Anne's childhood bed, cushions, soft-toys and bed clothes scattered everywhere. Their bodies were sweaty and their breath hot. Anne lay on her back, John above her and between her legs, his hard cock pistoning in an out of his younger sister. The wet slapping sound loud against the background silence. John worked his hips harder and harder downwards, putting more force into his thrusts. He bottomed out inside her, and she bucked and strained beneath his efforts. Anne grabbed her thighs and pulled them back towards her chest, trying to give him the space to push deeper inside her. He didn't seem to be slowing. His pace and the force of his thrusts ever-increasing. She felt the bed moving and creaking under the strain. Part of her mind kept drifting towards the door, towards the people who would inevitably walk in: her son, her father. They would walk in and see them here in her shame. The shouting, the recriminations. Her mind boiled with the anxiety, but she couldn't stop him. She couldn't push him off her or tell him to quiet down. She never could, not since they were kids. He had a power over her. She thought about these moments day and night, day after day. Waiting, dreaming about them. She'd tried dating, tried men and women, but they all paled in comparison to this. Her hand was over her mouth now, to stop her from screaming out, shouting his name. She looked at his body, the lean athletic build and the spattering of graying chest hair. Looking down, she saw his cock as it rammed in and out of her manicured cunt. She'd tried to stop this happening, but it was inevitable. A part of her always knew that, her neatly shaved pussy and matching now long discarded red underwear the least testament to that. Arching her back the orgasm flooded through her, breaking all the dams of her final resistance, the room span as he joined her in climax, pumping long spurts of cum deep inside her.
John stepped out of Anne's room and shut the door, his son and nephew were walking down the corridor towards him. "How's Anne?" Kevin asked, a huge grin on his face, "She's fine, just a bit tired". Kyle reached past him towards the door, apparently going to check on his mother, but Kevin wrapped an arm around the younger boy's shoulder and guided him towards the stairs, "Leave her alone, she's probably sleeping off lunch".
Claire served peach cobbler as they all sat in the living room, conversation buzzing. She loved having them all together under one roof. The kids had got so big, every time she saw them they were new little people. She didn't want to be away from them for so long again. As Claire scanned the room, watching her family talk in twos and threes, she realized someone was missing, "Where's Anne?" , Claire said to no one in particular. She couldn't find her daughter among the people milling about on the sofas. John spoke up from his conversation with Bob, a mouth full of cobbler, "I spoke to her. She wasn't feeling well, said she needed to lie down". That wasn't like her, Claire wondered, resolving to check up on her when they finished with dessert; but more importantly, she thought, lightly smacking John's hand away from the dish, make sure John left her some cobbler.
"How was business this year, Bob?" Sarah asked as she put her empty bowl on the coffee table between them. Bob made the same pained expression he always did when asked that question, "Not as good as last year, or the year before that or the year before that". Sarah nodded sagely, she asked him every time they were together and every time her father-in-law would tell a story of a slowly declining business and changing attitudes. She admired him though, every time he'd have a plan, something new to draw back the masses and bring the resort back to it's shining heyday, last year's plan dismissed, and a new light found at the end of the tunnel, "We decided to refurbish the bottom deck, we're making these themed private areas guests can book, it might pull in some of the more" he rubbed his index finger and thumb together "affluent customers". It certainly sounded like a good idea, she conceded. "Why don't you show her Dad?" John interjected, in the midst of attempting to steal Lisa's last bite of cobbler, "She's only ever seen the resort in the summer. It's beautiful in the cold" Sarah's eyes lit up "I'd love that!" she exclaimed, perching to the edge of her seat "We could all go!".
"But Grandma!" Kyle exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air "I want to go with Aunt Sarah and everyone else", "You still can Kyle, but you promised me you'd shovel the driveway. Remember?". He did remember. It had sounded like one of those things you said to your grandma that you would never have to actually do, but here he was. There was a big snow shovel with his name on it. He looked over at Kevin, sitting next to their grandfather, who had conveniently found something on the floor to stare at and wouldn't make eye contact. "Don't look at your cousin, he's not going to help you" Kyle was staring daggers into the side of his cousin's head and said through gritted teeth "Yeah, I figured". "I'll help!" came his aunt's voice as she placed her hands on his shoulders. His eyes lit up. The clouds parted and angels descended from heaven. He couldn't believe his luck. Her warm hands were on his shoulders, her perfume was intoxicating. He was hard again. That was an increasingly frequent occurrence in the last few months. One day he was happy living his life and then bam, horniness hit him like a freight train.
There was a soft, unexpected sound coming from down the hall that made Claire turn away from her daughter's bedroom door. After securing the last piece of cobbler from John, she'd gone upstairs to see how her daughter was doing, but the sound had her creeping towards her bedroom door. A shaft of light from her room pierced the darkness of the corridor. When she finally glanced through the crack, she gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. Kevin stood, his pants around his ankles and his hand wrapped around his cock. He was bent over the dirty laundry with what looked like a pair of panties held to his nose. "Kevin!" she shouted, storming in and causing the boy to frantically turn to her.
His eyes were wide, but his cock was still in hand and her panties still pressed to his nose. Before she could properly think what she was doing, she'd stormed over to him and grabbed her underwear out of his hand, "How dare you invade my privacy like that! When I tell your father-" but before she could finish her sentence, Kevin's hand had shot up and grasped her breast, gently fondling it while he continued to pleasure himself. Claire spluttered out something incoherent and backed away, but he followed, backing her into the wall and pressing his body to hers, his hard cock tight up against her stomach. Finally, she regained control of her wits and pushed him back onto the bed, "What do you think you're doing?".
Kevin's gaze hit the ground between them, and he spoke in a whisper, "I'm sorry. I don't know..." his voice broke, it sounded like he's about to start crying. Claire had never seen her grandson like this. It wasn't his fault, it happened to all boys, she remembered John at that age. Sitting next to him on the bed, she wrapped her arm around him and pulled his head down to rest on her shoulder "It's OK sweetie, when boys are your age they have urges-" suddenly Kevin pulls back and the words fall out of him "It's not like that! I love you, grandma! I think about you all the time, your eyes, your hair, your smell". After a few moments of silence, she smiles sadly and puts her hand on his cheek, "Poor boy" she thinks. They look into each other's eyes. She can't explain it, but there's a tension between them, despite herself she feels her breathing become more uneven, she feels his taut muscular back under her hand. Pulling back she demurely sits with her hands crossed, her tone become light "Honey, I'm ancient, what could you see in me?" she's trying to disperse the tension with a joke, but he still stares at her intently "You're not ancient, you're gorgeous" he leans in to kiss her. She sees it coming, but it happens in slow motion, he closes his eyes and leans in. Claire doesn't pull away, she doesn't understand why, but she can't. Only at the last second does reason come rushing back. She jolts up from the bed and quickly walks out of the room, leaving her grandson sitting on the end of her bed, half-naked.
Sarah put on her big jacket, so Kyle has had to make do with staring at her from the thighs down. It was still pretty good though, he thinks to himself, his eyes traced the contours of his aunts legs, clad in tight black spandex. He wonders what her legs would look like with nothing on. He's wondering it so hard he drops the shovel. They'd been out here for half an hour, making their way slowly, methodically away from the house. They're about halfway done, and they're working up a sweat. Kyle pulled off his jacket as soon as they started, this wasn't his first driveway, but Sarah had soldiered on and steam was pouring off her and her face was soaked in sweat.
Kyle turned to look when he didn't hear Sarah shoveling. He watched her unzip her coat and throw it onto a snow drift, steam billowed off her body. He could see her tits strain against her top. This was looking up, he thought to himself, turning back to shoveling. It was just a couple of seconds before he realized she hadn't started shoveling, so he turned again, and his eyes went wide. Sarah had pulled her gray sweater over her head and thrown it after her coat. If tongues could actually fall out of mouths like in cartoons, his would. All his aunt was wearing was a small halter top, its loose fabric soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to her bare breasts underneath. "They're amazing" he thought he mused himself, but Sarah looked over, "What are amazing?". He turned away and pretended he didn't hear her. They were much bigger than he thought they'd be, he could barely hold one in two hands. He peeked over this shoulder, her nipples were rock hard and her skin was glistening with sweat as small wisps of steam drifted off her. His eyes wandered down to her bare midriff, it was so tight he thought he could bounce a quarter off it. She coughed. He'd been staring and she'd noticed. He turned back to shoveling twice as hard, and she smiled at his back. His face was bright red, but it didn't stop him trying to steal a glance as often as he could; at her tight ass in those black leggings, down her top as she bent over. Anything.
They were taking a break, almost done when she turned to him, he tried to find anything to look at but her chest "Kyle" he didn't acknowledge her, the snow shovel was suddenly fascinating, "Kyle!" louder this time, he looked round, and she was smiling down at him "You know, it's really OK if you look". He didn't know what to do, so he just stood there, frozen. He was so embarrassed, he wanted to die. Idly, he wondered how long he could survive as a wild man in the woods if he made a break for the tree line. She took his chin and turned his face to hers. She went on, "I really don't mind" he looked up into her face, her dark blonde hair wet and falling raggedly around her face. Kyle smiled sheepishly.
Claire was absorbed by the trees as she looked out of the window, putting the dishes away. She was trying to think about anything but what happened with her grandson, but she kept reliving it. Could she have handled it differently? She shook her head and thought about him standing there, his dick in his hand, staring at her. Lust in his eyes. No, she mustn't go down that path. Not again. Her breath caught as a pair of hands were suddenly placed on her hips. She froze. Was it Kevin? She felt a warm, masculine presence press against her back, hot breath on the back of her neck. Her body turned to goose flesh as the hands moved lightly up her waist and cupped her breasts, "I have to stop this" she thought, pushing back and turning. She prepared her best motherly tone "Kevin, we have to talk about-" but she was surprised "John!". John smiled and pushed her back against the sink, "Did you think I was someone else?" he whispered in her ear. He tried to push his hand between her legs, but she fought it off, almost shouting "What are you doing!" she pushed him away again. John didn't take no for an answer and came back, more forceful, knocking her raised hands aside and almost succeeding in touching her sex. Claire managed to shout a loud "Stop!" before Kyle walked into the kitchen. "We're all done outside!" he says happily, "Sarah's just changing because she got all sweaty. Are you guys ready to go?" Claire looked at John then back at Kyle, she's flustered and red, and John has a knowing smile on his face. The silence stretches on as John looks her up and down, finally turning to his nephew "No, I'm not coming, your Mom wants me to drive her into town to pick up some groceries", "What about you, Grandma?" Kyle asks, switching his focus. She looks down and shakes her head at her youngest grandson, thinking about Kevin upstairs.
Bob's old pickup stopped in front of the main gate, "The Blue Ridge Spa and Resort" was written in big green letters across the well lit white sign by the side of the road. The snow coated everything like a blanket, giving it a dreamy, surreal atmosphere. It felt like a movie set abandoned after filming, like there'd been frantic activity they'd just missed. There should be hundreds of people here, but it was just them. She watched her father-in-law get out and open the gate, he struggled to find his footing amongst the snow before making it back to the warm truck. He feigned annoyance at the guffaws from Lisa and Kyle in the back seat, but lit up when she asked if the sign was new, "Yeah, it went up a few weeks ago!". They drove in through the gate and got to the eerie, quiet parking lot, it was like a huge open field covered in snow and the truck left two long dark lines as they drove across it and pulled up in front of the low white building.
Anne was looking out of the passenger window as they drove into town, distracted. She'd been in a mood since she'd come down from her room. He tried to draw her out as they drove, but she ignored him. He put his hand on her thigh and she turned to him, angry, and pushed it away. "Christ Anne, not this again" he sounded exasperated, he really didn't understand her, they'd just been through this. He was about to really lay into her when she burst out, "What do you want, John?" he was taken aback, "What do you mean?", "Tell me! What exactly is it that you want?". John was getting more confused by the second and his lack of understanding was obviously making her more upset "Anne, I have literally no idea what you're talking about..." she turned away again for a long pause, looking out of the passenger window. "What do you want, John? Do you want to us to just bang for a few days before you go back to your perfect little family and your perfect little life? Is that what you want?". She couldn't hide the bitterness in her voice. The years of watching him from a distance, savoring the few moments of joy when they were together, only for it to be replaced with longing and loneliness when he left. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me when you leave? You'd think it would get easier after all these years..." her voice faded away as they locked eyes. "It's not going to be like that this time, I promise". That wasn't the response she'd expected, "What the hell do you mean?".
Bob always felt the place was too empty in the winter. In the summer, there were hundreds of guests and two dozen staff bustling around. The place had a real energy to it. That energy was what kept him going all those years. He enjoyed the peace and quiet of winter for a few weeks, but soon the place felt too big and too dark. He avoided coming here in the winter, only visiting when it was absolutely necessary. The four of them stood there, his daughter-in-law, Kyle and Lisa, looking around the dark foyer. Everything covered in dust sheets, packed away. It was a big room, almost twenty feet to the ceiling. A big fireplace on the wall to their right and the deserted reception desk on the left. Lisa clapped to hear the echo and giggled when it reverberated back at her. They stood in silence for a few moments before he started forward "Alright, you three go change while I get the plant started, we'll meet back here in fifteen, and we'll go down to the new level". Bob had to drag Kyle to the men's changing rooms, all but forcing him not to follow his aunt and cousin into the women's; only when Kyle was safely installed in the men's locker room did Bob head off to start the hot water system.
"Don't play dumb, John, what do you mean it's not going to be like last time?". John smiled that demure, infuriating smile again, she was getting frustrated by his silence, so she tried something that used to work when they were kids "Tell meeee!" she whined and stomped her foot like a spoiled teenager, but John just laughed. "We're not going to have to hide away" he said, both hands on the wheel, staring at the road ahead, the headlights illuminating trees as they rushed past. Anne brightened and turned in the seat to face him, "You're going to leave Sarah?" she asked, hopefully. She looked crestfallen when he said "No". Turning away again, sullen, "So what the fuck are you talking about?". The silence dragged on before John finally spoke, "What's the biggest thing keeping us apart?" Anne looked at him incredulously, "Err. Your wife? The law?" he laughed and turned to her for a moment, "Apart from those". Anne knew the answer, they'd talked about it for decades. She looked at the snowy trees fly by in the dark outside before quietly answering, "Mom and Dad".
A sigh escaped Bob as looked at his watch. He and Kyle were both in their swim shorts and winter coats, standing in the dark foyer, waiting for the girls. Bob turned to his grandson and passed on a life lesson "You're going to be spending a lot of time doing this", "What do you mean grandpa?", "Waiting for women". He looked at his watch again, how damn long does it take to put in a bathing suit? Looking up from his watch, he finally sees Sarah and Lisa walk out of the changing room, "Waiting long?" Sarah asks, smiling at Bob's obvious annoyance.
The cold touches them as they walk outside, Sarah wrapping her coat tighter around her. A few flecks of snow are falling as they gingerly pick their way down snow covered stairs, past covered pools and gardens and packed away sun loungers. They walk past bars and tables as they get further down the hill to the bottom terrace, the resort is bigger than Sarah remembered. The view is beautiful, it's evening and growing darker, but you could still make out the long sweeping hills covered in pine trees disappearing into the distance. A snowball hits Bob in the back, but before Sarah can complete turning to Lisa to tell her off, her daughter is covered in snow and Bob's laughter rolls over the quiet resort. After a few minutes he leads them to an area cordoned off with a rope, unhooking it and beckoning them through like a doorman in an old building, giving them a deep bow as they pass.
Bob directs them around a fence to a twelve person hot tub that sits lit up and steaming in the cold. Sarah's pace quickens, beckoned by its warmth, but Lisa and Kyle are past her running and jump in. Their coats discarded on the ground, they emerge with just their mouths above the warm water. Sarah and Bob are more careful, picking up the kid's discarded coats and placing them on a nearby snow covered chair along with their own. Sarah considers Bob as he steps in, he's in his sixties, but he still has a lean, tight body. He reminds her so much of John. She stands in the big tub before she gets in, looking out across the valley to the trees, and notices Kyle staring at her again. His eyes tracing the contours of her body in her green striped bikini. She smiles and slides in next to him.
Anne has her head in her hands, staring at the foot-well of the car "You're insane", she says to no one in particular "Like, actually, certifiably insane". She looks at her brother again, considering the smug smile on his face as he looks out at the road, "You've like actually gone off a cliff". "Oh my good!" she shouts and causes him to momentarily grab at the wheel, "What? What?" he turns to her looking concerned when she shakes her head "I'm like, actually going to jail".
"What's wrong, Bob?" Sarah asks, he's been staring back up the terraces to the main building for a few minutes, not paying attention to her or the kids. "It's probably nothing, but I think I saw a broken window on the clubhouse on the way down. Kids sometimes break in and cause trouble". Sarah turns back to the kids, who are leaning over the edge of the hot tub and are pointing at the other side of the valley. A splash gets their attention as Bob stands and gets out, "Where are you going, Grandpa?" Lisa asks, disappointed, "I have to go check on the window, I won't be able to enjoy myself otherwise" he responds, pulling on his coat. "Can I come too?" Lisa pleads, also jumping out of the hot tub. The water cascading off her slim, blossoming body. He's taken aback for a moment before looking at Sarah for approval, who just nods and smiles.
Only Kyle's eyes are above the water line, but as usual, they're focused on Sarah. Bob and Lisa have been gone for a while and Sarah has stretched out, leaning back against the side of the hot tub, letting the bubbles caress her skin. Her arms stretched out either side on the rim of the tub and her eyes are closed. Her back is arched, and it's lifted her chest out of the water, the thin fabric of her bikini stretched tight across her nipples, hard from the cold. Kyle has had his hand down his pants for the last few minutes. "Come and sit next to me" Sarah says, eyes still closed but patting the side of the hot tub where she wants him to sit. It feels like a trap. Like his mother's going to jump out from behind a bush and call him a dirty little pervert if he moves. He slowly makes his way over, sliding onto the ledge under her arm. Sarah opens her eyes to look down at him. He's staring at her breasts again, but this time from just a few inches away. Sarah reaches behind her neck and undoes the knot in her string bikini top, letting the fabric fall away and float in the water.
Kyle's eyes mouth drops open, transfixed by her naked bust. Her soft white skin exposed, but his eyes are drawn to her small, delicate pink nipples. "Oops" she titters, covering her mouth with one hand in mock embarrassment. He doesn't notice. She's not sure if he'd notice a nuclear weapon going off, so she leans forward and undoes the knot on her back, pulling her bikini top away and throwing it deftly onto her coat. Kyle's still transfixed as she leans down to his ear, "You can touch them if you like", her voice barely a whisper. He looks up from her breasts for the first time in minutes, "What?" he splutters and looks confused, "I said you can touch them, I don't mind". This is definitely a trap. There's a film crew somewhere who's going to jump out and cart him off to military school. He backs away a little on the ledge and shakes his head, nervous. Sarah lays her hand on the back of his neck and gently pulls him closer. "It's really OK, I don't mind. In fact, Kyle, I'd like it if you touched them". How bad could military school really be? He thinks, shortly followed by his hand emerging from the water and inch by inch moving closer to her bare chest. His index finger finally makes contact with her nipple, and he pulls away like he's burned, his eyes darting around the darkness outside the tub. Indulgently, Sarah smiles down at him, taking his hand and placing it back onto her breast. She moves his fingers, showing him how to knead it and play with her nipple. He doesn't take much encouragement, and soon he's kneeling between her legs, both hands on her breasts, fondling her as just his head pokes out of the water. Sarah lets out a soft moan and leans back against the side of the tub, her eyes closing. After a minute or two, her nipples hard not just from the cold, she opens her eyes to find only one hand working her nipple. The other has slid down the front of Kyle's green shorts, and its movement is causing small ripples. Taking him under his arms, she lifts him up out of the water till they're face to face, water dripping from him. She leans forward and kisses him. Their lips touching for a few moments before her tongue probes into his mouth. He holds back, but then abandons caution, driving and whirling his tongue inexpertly back into her mouth.
Pulling back, a long strand of saliva connecting their mouths, he brushes it away with the back of his hand. Sarah cocks her head to the side, considering him, finally she winks, and her hands move underwater for a few moments, and she squirms, coming back up with her bikini bottoms. Kyle's mouth falls further open, and he looks down through the well lit blue water. He can just see the pale skin refracted back where Sarah's bikini bottoms used to be. Sarah expertly tosses them on the growing pile of coats and clothing. She leans forward, hooking her thumbs in his shorts, and starts pulling them down before Kyle can react. His boner catches in the elastic waist of his trunks before popping loose as they're pulled down past his knees and thrown onto the pile. His hairless, but hard three and a half inch cock pointing directly at Sarah. It's her turn to look down through the water, raising her eyebrows and winking at him, but Kyle is suddenly backing away to the other side of the hot tub, covering his exposed boyhood. "No, we can't. This is wrong" he's looking around, looking for a way out. Sarah slumps back onto the ledge and sighs "Why is it wrong, Kyle?","It just is" was the all he could get out before the blood rushes back to this brain, and he picks up steam "You're an adult, and I'm a kid. You're also my aunt" in a small voice, ashamed now, "We learned about this in school". Sarah studies him for long minutes, not angry, but obviously frustrated. Kyle is starting to squirm on the other side of the tub, peering over the edge to find his shorts, when she stands up, water cascading down her naked body. Despite his protests, Kyle's eyes rove from her wet thighs up between her legs, water cascading off her neatly shaved pubic hair, before continuing up along her flat dripping stomach to her breasts. She reaches out a hand, she wants him to step out of the tub with her. A distant noise makes both their heads turn, looking up the terraces.
The shopping cart wobbles as John pushes it across the large, crowded parking lot. Anne was lagging behind, chatting to an old friend. They'd made their way around the store picking up their list, pretending they lived normal lives. Now John watched Anne's long goodbye to the other woman as he finished loading the bags into the trunk. As soon as her door shut, Anne screams, "This is fucking INSANE, John! We're walking around like everything's normal and you're-you're..." she trails off, lost for words, and her head is in her hands again. "It'll never work. It will fuck up in some really obvious and predictable way, and we'll all be left holding our dicks when it-" she's rambling, a distant, crazed look in her eyes. John stops her in her tracks "Give me your panties" Anne's taken aback "What did you say?", "Give. Me. Your. Panties" he repeats slowly, forcefully "What are you talking about-", "Did I stutter, Anne? Are you going to make me repeat myself?". He's giving her a look she knows too well. She's going to do what he says, she always does. She can feel her stomach turn, her friend's only twenty feet away, loading her car. There are dozens of people around. They probably know everyone within a half mile. This is madness. She can't. It's ridiculous. She won't do it. She starts unbuttoning her jeans. She takes her panties off for the second time that day and hands them to him. Her face is bright red, full of shame. She's sunk down into her seat, trying to remain out of sight, sitting there with nothing on her bottom half. Her eyes frantically scanning their surroundings. "Your bra as well", she looks at him, pleading "Please, no" she begs. She doesn't wait for an answer, she knows what it'll be. She sinks lower into her seat and removes her top, then her bra. Sitting there naked in his truck. "Look at me", she does, she knows she'll do anything for him. Anything. He holds the panties up in his hand and with a knowing smile says, "This is why it will work".
"What was that?" Kyle asks "It sounded like your grandfather" Sarah responds, looking back at him with a predatory look. He backs away again, "Let's go and find him" Sarah says brightly, stepping out of the tub. She grabs her bikini and his trunks and shoves them into a pocket of her coat. She offers Kyle a hand, after she's put it on, he hesitates for a moment but takes it and steps out into his own coat, zipping it up and wrapping it around him tightly. There's a breeze that blows up his naked legs and makes him shiver, but it excites him, naked in his coat, they head back the way they came.
Sarah's leading him by the hand as they make their way back uphill, occasionally doubling back as they get lost. Kyle can still hear things coming from ahead, but he can't quiet recognize what they are. Finally, they follow their own footprints and emerge back onto the top deck, which stretches around the dark clubhouse. The sounds are a bit louder now, but Kyle can't see anything through the dark windows. Sarah turns to Kyle and puts her finger to her lips, winking. They creep, hand in hand, to the corner of the building and Sarah pokes her head around to take a look. She turns back to him grinning a few seconds later, "What's going on?" he asks bemused, "Why are we creeping around?" Sarah doesn't answer but ushers him forward, and he leans around the corner. The air leaves his lungs as he gasps, Sarah's hand shooting up quickly to cover his mouth. He's transfixed. Twenty feet further along the deck in a small, bright hot tub is his grandfather fucking his twelve-year-old cousin, as she's bent over the edge of the tub. The sound suddenly makes sense, the sloshing of water and the slap slap slapping of two naked bodies. He watches their naked forms writhe back and forth as his grandfather pushes in and out of his granddaughter, he watches his grandfather grab his cousin's long pony-tail and pull her head back, their mouths meeting and tongues intertwining. The water sloshes over the edge of the hot tub as his grandfather reaches around and pinches a nipple on Lisa's almost flat chest.
Sarah can feel Kyle's pulse racing as she leans in close behind him. "Is what they're doing so bad?" she whispers into his ear, removing her hand from his mouth, but he can't form words, he just stands there. "Is your grandfather a bad man?" she asks, Kyle shakes his head. "Do you think he would ever do anything wrong?" Kyle shakes his head again. "Does it look like your grandfather is 'forcing' her to do anything?" the look of ecstasy on Lisa's face gives Kyle all the answer he needs. He shakes his head. Sarah's hands move from his shoulders, they wrap around him and slowly unzip his coat until it falls open, exposing his nakedness. He's barely conscious of what's happening, hypnotized by the sight in front of him. Slowly, Sarah's hand wraps around his cock, and she feels her nephew shiver. His breathing starts to get faster as she slowly strokes up and down its length. She can feel him building to the moment, his body tensing and his breathing getting more ragged. She stops suddenly, pulling her hand away. Kyle gasps, his focus on the scene in front of him broken, "Why did you stop?" he asks in a whisper, but she's gone. Her warm presence behind him disappeared. He peels his eyes from the ever quickening pounding of his grandfather and turns back to the dark deck to find it empty but for a door a few feet away hanging open. Kyle slowly creeps forward and pokes his head through the door, his aunt is nowhere to be seen. "Sarah?" he quietly calls out, the darkness seeming to eat the noise. Stepping inside, he finally sees her, standing in front of a window, illuminated by the light from the hot tub just a few of feet away outside the window, she's watching her father-in-law fucking her twelve-year-old daughter. He comes to stand by her, his cock still standing out as she looks down "Take off your coat" Sarah says, in a calm voice. He does, quickly tossing it to the ground. There's no hesitancy now. She places her coat on a table a few feet away and turns back. Her nakedness takes over his mind. He forgets about what's happening outside. Her hips, her tits, her neatly trimmed public hair. He takes a deep breath as she gets down on her knees and takes him in her mouth. The warmness is a shock after the deep cold outside. The wetness, a surprise. Her tongue moves over the head of his member, caressing it, teasing it. She takes all of him into her mouth, her sweet, bountiful lips touching the base of his dick. He can't hold on much longer. This is better than anything he ever imagined. Sarah slides her hand between his legs, and toys with his delicate pink asshole. He whimpers, and she continues, putting her finger in her mouth before sliding her spit slicked index finger all the way into his ass as she takes him in her throat. That pushes him over the edge, he fills her mouth with long hot ropes of semen that she greedily gulps down. She's virtually holding him up as she guides him to a nearby couch, he can't form sentences, "I... I don't... I can't... thank you!" he finally blurts out. She laughs, "It's OK baby, in fact, we've not even gotten to the good part" pushing him down onto the couch and straddling his tiny waist.
Kevin went from room-to-room looking for his grandmother, but she was nowhere to be found. They were the only ones left in the house, and it left the house felt too quiet and too dark. Finally, he tried her bedroom, but the door wouldn't budge. It was locked. He didn't even know it had a lock. "Grandma? Are you in there?". No answer. "Grandma, please, let me in", he knocked a few times before resting his forehead against the door and saying more quietly, "I can't stand that you're mad at me. Please open up". He heard the lock open a few moments later, and he stepped back, the door opening. His grandmother was standing there, silhouetted against the soft light of the bedside lamps. It takes a moment for Kevin to realize she's crying. Claire turns and sits on the bed, her face in her hands as her body is racked with sobs.
She won't tell him what's wrong. She won't respond to any of his questions. "Grandma please, I'm worried, you can tell me anything" she looks at him with red-rimmed eyes and smiles forlornly, putting her hand on his cheek before looking away. He's sitting next to her on the bed, but they feel a thousand miles apart. The sobbing starts again. "I've failed as a mother" she lets out between sobs, "and a grandmother", "What?! No you haven't, you're amazing! You're the best grandmother in the world!". She doesn't react. "Why did you fail? What do you mean?", "Because of you, what you did, what you want", "You've failed because I love you?" she sighs "No Kevin, that's not what I meant. I failed because you want to..." she's reluctant to say it out loud, "because you want to... do things with me". They sit in silence for a while. "I do want that Grandma. I want it more than anything in the world" she turns to him, appalled, "But why? I'm your grandmother! What did I do that would-", before she can finish, he jumps in, "Because you're the most beautiful woman I know! You're kind, you take care of me. I think about you all the time. I tried to focus on girls my age, but they just don't compare. Your lips, your hands, your eyes" his tone gets more serious "You body" and his eyes pass over her, she feels naked under that stare. She might be in her late fifties, but he thinks about her body all the time, her large soft tits, a stomach just starting to lose its lifelong tightness, a large well-rounded ass, long slim legs; Kevin can't tear his eyes away from it. "Stop!" she almost shouts, making him start. Right away she feels guilty, "It's not your fault, it's your hormones, you don't-" he's turned to face her on the bed, their faces just inches apart and their eyes locked. It stops her in her tracks, she can't remember what she was talking about. All she can think of is John at the age, her skin tingles. Memories flash through her mind. Memories she's tried to push down, feelings she's tried to pushed down, for decades. It feels like they've been there for minutes, hours even, looking into each other's eyes. Kevin leans forward. It takes an hour, a lifetime, for him to lean in. She knows what's happening, but she doesn't stop him. She hasn't felt this way in years. Since John was young. For a moment, she can feel his breath on her face before their lips meet. Her eyes close, and she feels herself melt, waves of warmth flowing from her mouth through her body. A part of her that's been locked tightly away suddenly blooming to life a flower. Suddenly she's standing and looking at her ringing phone. It's Bob. Kevin has barely moved.
Bob's frozen in place, but it's not the cold. He can feel his granddaughter squirming and tensing her insides underneath him, his cock deep inside her. His life flashes before his eyes, his daughter-in-law and his grandson are standing not six feet away from him. His daughter-in-law's eyes are locked onto his. He wonders what jail will be like, is it really like the movies? Will someone old and soft like him be a piece of meat to a pack of starving dogs? His mind flicks through a thousand thoughts. He'll miss golf. He thinks he'll give his clubs to Mike, who always had an eye on his five iron. Will Mike even what the golf clubs of a convicted pedophile? "Focus Bob" he says to himself, take action. "It's... it's not what it looks like, Sarah". He can't believe he just said that. "Really Bob? Because it looks like you're fucking my twelve-year-old daughter". Bob's leans back and his cock falls out of Lisa, making her moan softly, he starts to hyperventilate. Pulling out makes Lisa finally turn her head to see her mother, but there's a blank look on her young, pretty face. She pushes her wet hair away from her eyes and rests her head on her hands, as she balances bent over on the edge of the tub. The deck has a twenty-foot drop on the other side, it might not kill him, but he'd be willing to take the risk, better a vegetable than the alternative. He turns back to Sarah and is about to speak when she interrupts, "But that's OK Bob, because I just fucked your grandson" and her face breaks into a huge toothy grin.
"Hey Claire, I wanted to let you know that things er... got a little out of hand here, so we're going to be home later than planned" Bob looked down at his granddaughter who had her mouth wrapped around his cock "No, everything's fine, but we're all enjoying ourselves so much we want to stay a little longer" he's stretched out on the sofa in the foyer by the fireplace and on the sofa opposite, his grandson has his face buried between Sarah's legs "No, that's fine, we'll just be a couple more hours... OK... take care". He hangs up and tosses the phone onto the couch beside him, staring at his grandson's ass as it pokes up in front of him. He had an idea.
Claire hangs up on her husband and continues to stare out of the window, her bedroom reflected in it. "What's the matter, Grandma?" Kevin asks, getting up from the bed and walking up behind her. Claire's chin drops to her chest, shame filled, "I've done things. Things I'm not proud of" she looks at him in the reflection of the glass, "A long time ago. Things I swore to myself I'd never do again". She closes her eyes and slowly shakes her head. She can feel tears welling up again. Then Kevin's there, right behind her. His warm body pressed against hers. Her eyes fly open as his hand rest on her hips. He whispers "I love you, and that's all that matters" his hands rise up from her hips and caresses her breasts through her top, "I want this grandma, more than anything". Claire has a swift intake of breath as her nipples harden. She pushes him away from her, turning to face him, her resolve hardening, "Stop it, Kevin!". "Why Grandma? You want this as much as I do!", "No, I don't, that's not true!", it sounds feeble, pleading, she's trying to convince herself as much as him. She's trying to formulate a better response, something that will make him see how wrong this is, when he pulls his t-shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. The words catch in her throat, and she stares at his chest, the slim, firm muscles just starting to form in his adolescence. She wants the words to unclog, to tell him to put his shirt back on, but he takes off his pants before she can get the words out. He stands straight, and she's captivated by his nakedness. His arms, his thighs, his hips. His cock. She can feel her resolve crumbling. It feels like she's falling as he steps forward and kisses her again.
John leans forward as they approach the house, it's full night and the house is completely dark, except for a single room lit up. He smiles when he realizes which one is lit. John takes hold of Anne's hand as she closes her door, his finger to his lips. Anne's confused as he pulls her quietly towards the house, leaving the groceries behind. There's a deep silence to the place as they close the door. John won't let her turn on a light as he draws her upstairs and guides her along the dark upper corridor. They head towards the far end and a shaft of light that's pouring from a crack in their parent's bedroom door. Anne stands waiting, a few feet away, as John puts his eye to the gap. He smiles and pushes her forward, she doesn't know what to expect, but as she presses her eye to the gap her vision adjusts to the brightness of the room, and she sees it. She sees Kevin naked on the bed, between their mother's legs, slowly fucking her. Anne watches his ass slowly rise up and down as his strokes get longer and longer. Their mother's bare legs wrapped around his waist, her hands stroking his back. John's mouth is by her ear, "This is why my plan will work" he repeats, and pushes his hand down her jeans and between her legs.
Sarah finishes reading the message from her husband and puts her phone down onto the pile of clothes, she considers the sight before her, her twelve-year-old daughter and eleven-year-old nephew, their faces buried in each other's crotches. Seeing as he only learned today, Kyle is proving an eager pussy eater. The wet sounds coming from between her daughter's legs are testament to at least his enthusiasm. Sarah walks over to them as they lay on the rug by the fire and runs a hand over Kyle's naked ass, crouching behind him. She gets on her knees and licks the tight pink rose of his ass, getting it nice and wet. Sufficiently lathered, she hears a muffled squeal from between her daughter's legs as she slips a finger inside him. Slowly she starts to work it in and out. It's so tight, but after a short while and a lot of spit she manages to get her second finger in too. Kyle's thighs shake as she starts to push her fingers in and out of his ass faster and faster. Bob coming back from the kitchen makes her turn, he's striding back towards them, his hard cock bouncing up and down as he walks, a bottle of olive oil in his hand and a successful, eager look on his face. "Kyle" Sarah says softly, "your grandfather is going to fuck you now". Bob is standing over them, slathering the olive oil over his engorged cock. She takes the bottle from him and pours some all over her fingers as they move in and out of Kyle's ass. Bob takes up the position behind his grandson and guides his cock forward, it touches the entrance to Kyle's rectum just as Sarah pulls her fingers out. Kyle gasps and whimpers and as Bob starts to enter him, pushing first one inch, then two inside him. Bob pushes down with his weight and stretches his grandson's ass, whilst Sarah leans over and pours more oil onto his cock. Slowly, Bob pushes in and pulls out before pushing further down against the incredible tightness of his eleven-year-old grandson. The slow rhythm of his hips coincide with Kyle's muffled yelps. Sarah sits down astride her daughter's face, her daughter's tongue eagerly exploring her pussy. She holds Kyle's face as it fixes into a rictus of pain, comforting him "It's OK honey, it hurts a first, but soon you won't want it to stop". Sarah smiles again and places a gentle kiss on Kyle's forehead.
Claire doesn't know whether to run or jump out of the window. Her back is pressed hard against the headboard and her breathing is getting faster and faster, and her vision is starting to tunnel. She's panicking, hyperventilating. "How did it come to this?" Claire thinks, half out of her senses. She's naked, her dripping pussy soaking her best sheets. Her grandson, her Kevin, is sitting on the end of the bed, naked and still erect, having just been inside her before she pushed him away. Her son and her daughter are also naked, stood just inside the open door. John is speaking to her, so is Anne. She can't hear anything they're saying. The worst part is all she can think about is Kevin, how incredible it felt when he was inside her. His body, hard and lean under her hands. She felt born again. She closes her eyes. It's all she can do not to scream.
"I think you broke her son", John laughs. His mother is sitting catatonic at the end of the bed. Kevin turns to look at her, a smug look on his face, "I have that effect on women". John rolls his eyes and turns to his sister, who doesn't know where to look, her eyes moving from Kevin and his nakedness to their mother, naked as the day she was born. She startles when John speaks again and punctures the silence "I thought it would at take you till at least tomorrow Kevin, but Jesus, you really do take after your old man, don't you?".
"Anne, put your clothes on this instant" wasn't what they'd been expecting her to say, but their mother was getting out of bed and using 'the Mom tone' to try and take control of the situation. Anne had picked up her jeans before she even knew what she was doing, years of conditioning teaching her to do as her mother said. John put out his hand and stopped her. "Stop it Mom" it cuts Claire off as she was opening her mouth to berate him "Anne will stay naked as long as I say" the room falls silent, everyone looking at Claire, halted in mid motherly tirade by John's blunt tone "Plus, she likes being Naked. She's a dirty slut, just like her mother". Claire's mouth opens and closes like a goldfish before she blurts out "How dare you speak to me that way, I'm your mot-", "Oh stop the act." John raises his voice over her, "We just saw you fucking your fourteen-year-old grandson", she's taken aback by how plainly he put it. John steps towards her, reaching out, and she recoils "Oh, am I too old Mom?" he laughs and points at Kevin "I was only a little older than he is the last time you fucked me". Anne looks up at him in shock, John just nods and smiles. Claire's spluttering again now, her eyes roving around the room, trying to find a way out. "We were standing outside that door watching you for a while, Anne and I. Watching you moan and writhe as your grandson plowed you. You should have felt how wet Anne's pussy got", "What are you talking about? Anne? Are you and John..." she looks between them frantically "Oh yeah Mom" John nods "We've been fucking for thirty years" Claire grabs the edge of the night-stand as her head swims, she can't take much more of this. Her world is crumbling around her. John matter-of-factly says "Oh yeah, while we're being open and all, Kyle's my son". Claire's hand shoots to her mouth as her eyes go wide in shock, "Anne, that can't be true. Please", Anne can't even look at her, she just stares at the ground.
"OK Dad, now you definitely broke her". They're standing over Claire as she lies on the bed, Anne is waving her hand over Claire's face "I didn't think women actually feinted" John muses "I thought it only happened in bad movies". "What the hell do we do now, John?" Anne asks, pulling him away from the bed by the arm and whispering, "What does your grand plan say now, huh?". John has no idea, there were lots of ways this could have gone, and this wasn't one he predicted. John turns back to the bed, arms crossed, thinking. He watches his son slide his hand between his grandmothers naked thighs, his hand pulls back and is soaked in fluid, "Whoa Dad, look at this?" John smiles, "You know what, Anne, I have an idea".
Kyle was panting and shivering, laying on the rug between the two couches, his grandfather's cum leaking out of his raw, abused asshole. Sarah was right, it really hurt at first, but he'd never felt anything like it. He wants it again. Again and again. Bob is watching, seated on a couch and panting, sweat pouring off him. He's not sure his heart can take much more of this. It feels like it's going to beat out of his chest. His whole world feels distorted, like the universe has moved six inches to the left. So much had happened. So much had changed. Things had gone so far, so quickly. His daughter-in-law stood and pulled his granddaughter up from the couch where they'd been sitting and watching, his wonderful, beautiful Lisa. Sarah whispered into her daughter's ear and pointed at Kyle, nodding Lisa got down on the floor and placed her mouth on Kyle's brutalized ass, holding it apart with her hands she went about tenderly licking and sucking up the hot white semen that was dripping from him.
Sarah dropping next to him on the couch jogged Bob from his reverie. He watched her look down at the children, proud, like they'd just done their homework before they were asked. "I don't know what to say" he started, "it's all just so much to take in". Sarah turned to him and smiled, pushing her hair behind her ear "I just don't know where to go from here" he said, sighing and looking at her again "I have so many things running around my head, so many questions". She laughed a small laugh and leaned against the back of the couch, taking a deep breath, she started to talk. She told him everything as they watched the kids make slow, tender love.
Claire slowly began to come around. At first, it was just a bright light, but it started to get bigger the more of the world swam back into focus. Sounds started to fade in, moaning and wet slapping sounds all around her. The smell came next, warm bodies. Finally, she started to feel her body. Feel something pumping in and out of her. She knew that feeling. She could feel the intense rhythm of it. Every time it bottomed out deep inside her, she wanted to let out a yelp. She was on her back, her legs raised. A familiar weight on top of her, pushing her down. Her eyes came into focus, Kevin inches from her face. His eyes locked deep with hers. Memories start coming back in fragments, tatters of what happened. She remembers this, she remembers this feeling, she remembers him. She reaches up to him and strokes his smooth cheek, her back arches as a wave of pleasure moves through her. There was something else. Something else. John and Anne. Something to do with them. She can't think about that now. Her eyes close. A mouth touches hers. It's tongue penetrates her mouth. They lock together, she can barely breathe and the mouth engulfing hers stifles her loud moan. Claire's eyes are open, but what they're seeing doesn't make sense. It's Anne. The string of spittle linking their mouths doesn't make any sense. Anne's face contorts into a mask of pleasure. Her eyes rolling back in her head. Kevin's pounding is picking up speed now, it's rocking her again and again, harder and harder. Her body is shaking with his hard cock driving into her. She moves her head. More of her bedroom. John's fucking Anne, she's bent over the bed and her brother behind her. That doesn't make sense either, but she can't look away. Kevin bites her nipple and the fuzziness disappears, she jolts back to reality and everything comes flooding back.
John watches his mother try to squirm away, but Kevin's seen it coming. He grabs his grandmother by the hips and flips her over, dragging her back to the edge of the bed and holding her there. He enters her from behind, she's pleading with him to stop. Kevin starts up a steady rhythm as he pounds his grandmother. She's trying to tell him to stop and trying to not moan at the same time. Her arms flail and Kevin grabs her wrists. Pinning them behind her back as he bears down on her with his full weight. "Why are you fighting this, Mom? You want it to happen" John pushes Anne down onto the bed, her face just inches from Claire's he redoubles his efforts, rocking Anne harder and harder as his son Kevin matches his pace. Anne finally screams and shakes, her orgasm rolling through her in long heavy waves, she collapses on the bed in a messy pile of twitching limbs. Claire's been trying to hold it in, but she can't anymore. Her eyes roll, and she lets out a low, guttural groan as juices erupt from her pussy, pouring over Kevin as he pounds her mercilessly.
Claire can barely move. Her breath is coming in hard pants, and she stares at the ceiling. She feels delirious. Her mind won't form coherent thoughts. She's never felt like this before. A million miles away, she feels her legs being spread. She's rolled over onto her back and is looking up as once again she's entered. The hard shaft sending violent tingles along her spine as it slowly starts to fuck her. She manages to lift her head up from the bed to see John between her legs. She thinks she should stop him, but she can't. Her body won't respond. She realizes she doesn't want him to stop. Her last resistance explodes away.
Days and weeks pass in hours. Four bodies intertwined. Writhing and bucking. Claire, long given up protesting, jumps in with abandon, her soul unwound. She feels thirty years drop away from her, she's young again. She's enjoying the fruits of her loins. Making up time. Their bodies merge again and again, John and Kevin filling her together till her eyes felt like they would burst from their sockets. The slow, passionate embrace of her daughter, their orgasms bursting out into each other's mouths. The deep, primal eroticism of watching her son penetrate her grandson on her marital bed. She's never going back.
The others return, but time feels like it's lost meaning. For a moment Claire sees them standing by the door, her husband, her daughter-in-law and her two other beautiful grandchildren staring down at the four of them naked, sweat soaked on her bed. Her daughter-in-law smiles and turns to Claire's husband of forty years, "I told you there was nothing to worry about" before she pulls the t-shirt over her twelve-year-old daughter's head.