Chapter 20 – Two Families

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That morning, Margaret had been stripping piss and oil-stained the sheets off the bed she now shared regularly with her children when she heard Melissa's startled cry from the bathroom. Hurrying in, she found her daughter standing in front of the toilet and looking into it, her brother standing by her looking apprehensive.

Melissa looked up when her mother came into their shared bathroom. "Mom?" she asked uneasily, "Is this what I think it is?"

Margaret followed her gaze into the toilet bowl and saw pink colored water with a couple of dark red clumps. "Well, my love, it certainly looks like you've started your first period, but since we had those issues last night, let's just make sure, shall we?" she answered briskly, trying to exude calm and confidence for her distressed girl. "Bend over the toilet so I can get a good look at your entire bottom and pussy, okay?"

Melissa complied, and felt her mother's fingers gently probing her, first her anus and then her cunt hole. "Good," her mother said with a pleased nod. "Everything's coming out of the place where it should." She beamed at her daughter. "Congratulations, my sweet young woman – and you are a young woman now in every sense of the word – you do appear to have started your very first period. We'll have to do something special tonight for dinner to celebrate. This is an important day in a woman's life. How do you feel?" she asked with a concerned look.

"Fine, actually," the plump girl nodded. "Maybe just a little queasy, but I don't have any of those pains in my tummy that Stephanie has."

"That's very good, sweetie. I do hope it stays that way and you remain one of the lucky ones who don't suffer bad menstrual cramps, but let me be sure to give you some ibuprofen to take with you to school in case they start," her mother advised. "Which reminds me, I'll need to give you a note for P.E."

"So this means that I really can get pregnant after this if I don't start taking those pills we got at the doctor, right?" Melissa asked, a speculative tone in her voice.

"Yes, it certainly does," her mother confirmed. "You've just been converted from a demo model to a production model."

"What?" both Melissa and Keith asked simultaneously.

"Sorry – I woke up thinking about everything I need to do at work to get ready for this show next week, and I've got work stuff on the brain," Margaret said with a self-deprecating wince. "Yes, and we'll need to start you on those birth control pills this morning. Oh, and I'll let our doctor know; since she just saw you yesterday, I don't think she's going to need to see you again, but I'll make sure."

"So," Keith said slowly, "Does this also mean we don't need to use those condoms anymore?"

"Not to fuck your sister in her cunt, at least," their mother confirmed. "Though cunt-fucking is still not a good idea until the bleeding has almost stopped." She looked thoughtful. "But since I got those, I think you both should carry a couple with you at all times. Just in case you get seized by the sudden impulse to fuck someone outside the family...or the Muller family, I guess – not that I think either of you are about to suddenly run around screwing everyone in town, but both of you have shown that you have very high sex drives and at least one of you," she stopped and gave her daughter a meaningful look, "Still sometimes has issues with being impulsive. So. Because you never know, you carry the condoms. Understand?"

Her gaze encompassed both her offspring, then she nodded. "So, with that out of the way, let's all get in the shower and get cleaned up. Melissa, I'll grab you a pad for your panties for this morning and another one as a spare in case the bleeding is heavy – mine often is the first day. What?" she asked, noticing a very odd look on Keith's face.

"Uh, Mom," he said hesitantly, "I think you might have started your period, too. At least, there's blood running down your leg."

"What?" she looked down. Indeed, there was a dark red line of liquid snaking its way down the inside of her thigh. "Well, I'll be! Will you look at that?" she laughed as she reached for some toilet paper to wipe her leg clean. "See?" she said to Melissa, "Didn't I tell you that women who are close to each other end up being on the same cycle. I knew I was getting close, but I actually didn't expect it for another couple of days. I guess your body responded to Stephanie's and I responded to both of you," she chuckled. "All righty, then, everyone in the shower and then I'll get pads for both you and me, Melissa, before breakfast."

Over breakfast, Keith began speculating about all the different forms of sex that remained possible with his mother and sister until the end of their periods once again made their vaginas on limits. "So there's anal sex, and tit-fucking – that was really fun, Mom-"

"And cock sucking," Melissa broke in, amused, "And you sure seemed to like it when I rubbed the oil up and down your cock, Keith," she reminded him.

"Yes, hand jobs, for sure," their mother giggled.

"Yeah, I want to try that tonight!" Keith cried.

"I'll leave it to you two and your oversexed imaginations," Margaret laughed before glancing at the clock, "Come on, Keith. Eat up – I can't afford to be late to work today. You'll lock up when you leave, sweetie?" she inquired of Melissa.

"Sure thing, Mom," Melissa nodded brightly. "Don't forget my note."

"Shit!" her mother swore, "Sorry. Thanks for the reminder." She stepped over to the counter by the phone, scribbled the note on the pad, and gave it to her daughter, along with a small bottle of pain reliever.

With that, the family was all business as they finished their morning routine and headed out. It was chilly out, but the sunshine was warm on the porch so Melissa waited there comfortably until she saw the Muller kids and strode out to greet them. "Guess what?" she cried as soon as she was close.

"Our parents are going to start dating," said Stephanie with a smirk.

"Uh, yes," Melissa was caught off guard by the unexpected response. Then she looked at Brad, who had a complacent expression on his face. She took his hand and the three of them began walking to school.

"So you knew about that already?" Melissa asked the dark-haired boy with her.

"Yeah, Dad told me last night," he said nonchalantly.

"And?" she prompted, "What do you think?"

He shrugged. "It's fine by me. I don't see how it's really any of my business, you know? I mean, they're grown-ups, they make their own decisions."

"But," Melissa paused, not sure how to word her question in a way that wouldn't reveal too much, "You must still have an opinion. Are you really okay with it, I mean are you happy about it, or do you just figure you'll just ignore it even though you don't like it because there's nothing you can do about it?"

He looked at his redheaded girlfriend with a puzzled expression. "Yeah, I'm really happy for them, if it's really what they want. I mean, our families are getting kind of close already, so it almost seems natural."

Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Boys!" she muttered. "Life must be so simple when you don't have a clue about feelings."

"Never mind her," Melissa said quickly as she saw the flash of irritation on Brad's face. She wanted to forestall any sort of sibling squabbling. "Yes, you're right, Brad, our families have been getting closer. But have you thought about what it might mean if they started getting really serious about each other?"

"You mean, like get married?" he asked.

"Yeah, like that?" she prompted, "That would change some things about our families."

He brightened, "And we'd get to live together all the time! That would be great," he enthused.

"It would mean we'd be brother and sister," Melissa pointed out.

"That would be even better," he said earnestly.

"Really? How?" Melissa asked, now genuinely puzzled.

Now Brad stopped, blushing, and shuffled his feet uncomfortably.

"My God!" Stephanie blurted, "You're really turned on by the thought of fucking your sister, aren't you?"

If anything, Brad blushed even harder but he held his ground. "Well, if I am, it's your fault," he said with a defiant jut to his chin.

"My fault!" Stephanie exclaimed. "How do you figure?"

"It's- damn it, Stephanie," he blurted, "It's because you're so beautiful and sexy and what we all did together Monday was the best thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life and since then I can't stop thinking about you – either of you," he clarified before continuing his hurried confession, "And I can't get you out of my mind and I can't wait until the next time we do it and the next time after that and, I don't know, I just love you both so much, and if Melissa were my sister, too, and I could have sex with both my sisters every day, I'd be in heaven!" He exhaled and then, having gotten all that out of his system, seemed to deflate like a sagging balloon.

Stephanie stood there in stunned silence for almost a minute and just blinked, saying at last, "Huh!"

"What did I tell you, Steph?" Melissa said, gracing Brad with an adoring glance, "Sometimes, just when you least expect it, your brother can say the most wonderful things."

Stephanie finally shook her head in amazement and reached out to squeeze her brother's arm affectionately. "Mel's right, bro. That really was a wonderful thing to say. Thank you. And," she added with a smile that was almost shy, "I really loved it, too, and I do want to do it again. And I think it's adorable that you're turned on by the thought of fucking your sister. I'm kind of turned on by the thought of fucking you, too."

Brad beamed at her, and they resumed their walk towards school. Suddenly Brad said to Melissa, "And you fuck your brother, too, right?"

"Uh, yeah, you know that," Melissa said. "So?"

"Well, there you go," he said as if his point were obvious.

"Uh, Brad, I'm sorry, but I'm not following," Melissa said cautiously.

"Well, it means that you like brothers and sisters fucking, so that means that if I were your brother, you'd still want to fuck me, too." He looked at her for her agreement.

"Oh, Brad, of course I would, silly boy," she said, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "I love you and nothing can change that. I'll still love you and want to have sex with you whatever happens with our parents. Since I already want to fuck you just about as much as anyone can, I can't say I'd want to fuck you more if our folks got married, but I certainly wouldn't want to fuck you any less!" she laughed.

That seemed to satisfy Brad, and Melissa went on, "I'm glad you're okay with our folks starting to go out. I want them to get together really, really badly. I think it would just be the most perfect thing if we were all one family," she sighed, glancing at Stephanie, who gave a look that said, `I know, I know.'

"Say," Brad said as if struck with a sudden thought, "Do you think that if your mom starts going out with my dad that she would, um, you know..."

"Spit it out, brother," Stephanie said somewhat acerbically, "We can't read your mind."

"Our folks would probably start to have sex, wouldn't they?" he asked.

"Yes, most definitely, Brad," Melissa explained gently. "That's what grownups who love each other do. So it would happen, sooner or later."

"Sooner, much sooner, the way they already look at each other," Stephanie muttered.

Melissa flashed her a warning glance, and turned back to Brad. "So what are you worried about? Don't you want them to have sex?"

"No, it's not that," he said, appearing to struggle to come to the point, "It's, well, would your mom still want to, um..."

Sudden insight dawned on Melissa, but Stephanie beat her to the punch. "He's worried that your mom won't still want to fuck him!" she snorted.

"Oh, Brad, believe me, you have nothing to worry about!" Melissa laughed. "My mom has rediscovered sex and is now the wildest, hottest thing on two legs – with the possible exception of your sister. Yes, she most definitely still wants to fuck you. Ask your sister – listening to you and I fucking upstairs yesterday afternoon got her so turned on that she was squirming in her seat!" Melissa delicately left out the fact that it had turned his father on just as much.

"It's true, Bro," Stephanie confirmed with a gleam in her eye.

"Wait – they could hear us?" Brad asked, appalled.

"Oh, Brad," Stephanie rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, Steph," Melissa said without rancor, "He wouldn't know unless someone told him, would he? Yes," she turned back to Brad, "Apparently they could all hear us just fine downstairs. Correction, they could hear me," she added with a grimace.

"Oh, no," Stephanie blabbed, "We could hear Brad grunting while he came in your pussy just fine, too."

Melissa expected Brad to be mortified, but instead he was beaming. "What? You're happy about that?"

"Yeah, this is great! Don't you see? If everyone, my dad, your mom, everyone could hear us, then they know what we were doing!"

"Yeah, we most certainly did," Stephanie chortled.

"But Dad didn't say anything to me. Not one word!" he almost shouted, loudly enough that Melissa looked around furtively to make sure no one was within earshot. "Did your mom say anything to you?"

"Well, no, but why would she? She already knows we fuck," Melissa said with a puzzled frown.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. I still can't believe she's that cool," he said brightly, "But that means my dad knows and he's cool with it, too. So we can fuck any time we want and no one will care!"

"Just figured that out, huh?" Stephanie said, but her amused smile took the sting out of her words.

"Oh, God! I feel like this great weight just lifted off me," he sighed.

"Huh. I'm sorry you were so worried about it. I wish you would have talked to me; I could have set your mind at rest," Melissa said earnestly. "I mean, your dad – and my mom – both basically gave me permission to go upstairs to you, do whatever I wanted, and take as long as I wanted doing it," she laughed.

"She's right, they did," his sister agreed, appearing to think her brother was extremely comical in this discussion.

"Well, I'm glad that weight is now lifted off you, but I have some other news that I'm afraid will put a little weight back on, for both of you. I started my period this morning," Melissa announced.

"Whoa! Way to go, girlfriend. Congratulations!" Stephanie said enthusiastically. She looked pointedly at Brad. "Well? Brad! Aren't you going to congratulate her?"

"Uh, congratulations?" he offered hesitantly.

"Bro! Don't you get it?" his sister spluttered, "This is a big deal for a woman. It means she's really a woman now. She can have babies and everything."

"Ah," he said as the realization sunk in. "In that case, congratulations, and I mean that," Brad smiled. "Only..."

"You want to know what it means for us," Melissa said gently, "And that's understandable. So the bad news is you can't fuck my pussy, with or without a condom, until the bleeding stops. The good news is that there are a lot of other things we can do, including a trick I just learned that I know you're going to love." Brad's ears perked up. "And the even better news is that once my period is over then you can fuck my pussy as much as you want and you don't have to wear a condom."

He nodded with a grin, "Okay, thanks for explaining. Although," he added with a sly smile, "I did think it was amazingly hot when you sucked everything out of the condom and then kissed my sister."

"Oooh, sometimes you are such a delightfully naughty boy," Melissa giggled and looked over at Stephanie whose glittering eyes revealed that she found the memory exciting, too. "Well, I'll tell you what, my love. Let's keep that one in our little bag of tricks to do every now and then, all right?"

"Heck, yeah," he said with an approving nod.

By this time they had reached the school grounds where any further discussion of intimate topics would be unwise, so they hung out near the lockers chatting about inconsequential things until the first bell rang. Melissa and Stephanie started to head to class when Melissa snapped her fingers. "Crap!" she muttered, "I have to swing by the office and drop off my note to get out of P.E."

"Oh, that's right," Stephanie's eyes gleamed, "We'll have that off together. How romantic!"

Melissa favored her secret lesbian lover with as fond an expression as she dared in public. "It really is, isn't it? Save my seat," she called out as she trotted back in the direction of the office. "I'll catch up with you."

 

At the end of the school day, the three friends and lovers were walking back to the Muller house. Brad was scarcely ably to contain his excitement at the new trick Melissa had promised to show him. Stephanie seemed equally intrigued but was more patient about waiting to see what her redheaded lover had in mind. Brad kept pestering Melissa for hints, but she just kept a mysterious smile on her face and said that he would see and he would love it.

When they arrived at the Muller house, by unspoken consent they all trooped up to Stephanie's room. Brad almost excused himself to go undress in his room but stopped himself, saying defiantly, "Screw it. Dad already knows we fuck, right?" Then he stopped with an alarmed look. "But he doesn't know about Stephanie and me, does he?"

"Yes!" both girls shouted gleefully.

"Wow. He does?" Brad looked astounded. "And he still never said anything to me? Shit, I knew Dad was cool, but I had no idea how cool." Another thought occurred to him as he started disrobing, "But how does he know?" He looked at Stephanie suspiciously. "Did you tell him?"

"She didn't have to," Melissa broke in quickly to prevent a quarrel. "We left the door open when we were all fucking on Monday and your dad got home in time to watch you shoving your cock up your sister's ass!"

Brad gulped. "No kidding," he muttered at last. "Okay then, I guess I really don't have to worry about what Dad thinks."

"Don't be a dodo, love," Melissa said a bit sharply. "Of course you do. Worry very much about what your dad thinks if you ever hurt either of us. Worry if you do something cruel, or dishonest, or greedy. Worry if you ever breathe a word about what goes on inside this house to anyone else except your family and my family," she warned. "But don't worry about what your dad thinks if all you're doing is having sex with someone you clearly care about and who wants it as much as you do. Got that?"

"Well put," Stephanie nodded in approval.

Brad nodded, "Yeah, I do. That makes sense." By this time, Brad was stark naked and shooting longing looks at the two girls who were lagging behind him, still being in their bras and panties. "What's this trick you want to show me?" he asked again.

Melissa heaved a deep, exaggerated sigh as she unfastened her bra to let her large, creamy breasts out into the air, which served to momentarily distract Brad, finally answering, "Patience, my love. Steph, would you mind grabbing your trusty tube of lubricant? We're going to need it for this."

Stephanie shot Melissa an interested look as she tugged her panties to the floor and stood back up, displaying her slim, pubescent body, but she stepped over her nightstand and did as requested.

After Melissa had also dropped her underpants on the floor, Brad's eyes darted down to the blood-soaked pad within them. "I guess you weren't kidding about starting your period," he observed, seeming to find the aspects of feminine hygiene new and fascinating.

"Nope," Melissa agreed matter-of-factly, "And that's my second pad of the day. My mom says her flow is always heavy the first day, too. Oh, Steph, I meant to tell you – Mom started her period this morning, same as me. She says that women who are close to each other can get on the same cycle and that she must have been close enough to the two of us for her body to make it start two days early to match us. Don't you think that's neat?"

Stephanie favored her redheaded lover with an enigmatic smile. "Yeah, I do. It makes me feel closer to both of you."

"That's what I thought, too," Melissa agreed. "Okay, Brad, all will be revealed now," she giggled. "I'm going to lie on my back on the bed, and I need you to use the lube to get my boobs nice and slippery, especially on the inner sides."

"Oh, I think I know where this is headed," Stephanie nodded knowingly, "And don't think I don't notice that you picked something I can't do," she added with a rueful shake of her head.

"Oh, love, it's not like that," Melissa protested, sighing with pleasure as Brad began to squeeze and massage her breasts with the slippery lubricant. "My mom actually suggested it; she thought it would be something Brad would like especially."

Stephanie snorted, "Okay, fair enough. And she's probably right."

"What?" Brad asked. "Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" he complained, though his confusion didn't halt his eager manipulation of Melissa's over-developed breasts.

"I think you'll catch on soon, Brad," Melissa assured him. "Okay, Brad, I think my tits are slippery enough now. Please hand the lube to your sister." She waited until the boy complied before instructing Stephanie, "And now, as you probably guessed, I need you to get your brother's cock nice and hard and really slippery, too."

Stephanie nodded in understanding and quickly began to jerk Brad off with lubricant-coated fingers, making him gasp with pleasure. His young prick stiffened quickly in her hands. "You like this, don't you, brother dear?" she asked in a gently teasing voice.

"Oh, Steph, you know I do," he moaned honestly. "Don't you like to have fingers touching your pussy?" he added meaningfully.

"Hmmm, let's see," she invited him, handing him the lubricant once more. He took the hint and coated a couple of fingers on the hand nearest his sister before slipping them lasciviously into her cunt slit. "Ohhh, yes, I believe you're right, Brad," she answered a bit breathlessly. "I do like it very much!" She glanced at Melissa. "He's really hard now. You ready?" she asked, grinning lewdly.

"Ohhh, you have no idea how ready!" Melissa breathed hoarsely. "OK, Brad. Now let me ask you – do you like my tits?"

Brad looked at her as if she'd lost her mind. "Shit, Melissa, you know I do!"

"That's good, Brad, very good," she responded with a teasing smile. "Why don't you straddle my tummy and work up so that nice, hard cock your sister is stroking so beautifully can touch my tits?"

He grinned hugely and immediately did as he was bid.

"Now, Brad, I need to be sure – do you love my tits?" Melissa persisted. She shot a quick glance at Stephanie, whose eyes twinkled with amusement at her lovers' interplay. "I mean, do you really love them?"

"Yeah, heck yeah, I do!" Brad exclaimed, a hint of impatience entering his voice.

"Excellent," Melissa beamed. "One final question, Brad – do you love fucking me?"

"Shit, yes, I love fucking you, Melissa," Brad almost shouted.

"Then how would you like to fuck my tits?"

"Huh?" Brad goggled.

"Oh, God, brother, don't be so dense," sighed Stephanie. Rather than wait for an explanation, she simply guided her brother's slippery, rigid prick into the space between Melissa's large, pale breasts, and Melissa obligingly squeezed the breasts from each side, firmly enclosing the shaft. "Now fuck her, Brad," Stephanie said, trying not to laugh. "Fuck her tits!"

A look of comprehension slowly spread across his face, accompanied by a huge smile. He experimentally slid his cock back and forth and a look of amazed bliss replaced the grin.

"Gosh, Steph, he looks like he's in heaven," Melissa said. "That's right, my love, shove that beautiful cock in between my tits!"

Stephanie commented wistfully, "I don't blame him, lover. Your tits are the closest thing I think either of us are likely to come to heaven."

"Thank you, my sweet love. But I think you'll find my mom's are even nicer," she added roguishly.

"Hmmmm," Stephanie mused with raised eyebrows. "It will be fun finding out, for sure."

That caught Brad's attention despite the distraction of the divine sensations coming from his cock as it slithered in and out between Melissa's slippery tits. "Wait – Melissa's mom and you, Steph?"

"Hoh, yeah," Melissa crowed before the dark-haired girl could respond. "She and my mom seem to have reached their own understanding – they've agreed that the first chance they get, they're getting down and dirty with each other...kind of like you," she added in the hopes of pointing out that Brad wasn't losing out on anything.

"Is that a problem for you, Bro?" his sister wanted to know.

"God, no!" he said, his breathing already quickening from his obscene exertions. "It's totally cool. Good for you! Only..." he trailed off.

"What, dear brother?" Stephanie inquired through narrowed eyes, keenly interested in whatever her brother's qualification might be.

"Um, well, it's just – that's something I'd really like to see!" he blurted.

"Oh, I see," she smiled, relaxing. "Well, I will definitely remember that, Bro. I can tell you it won't be the first time Margaret and I fuck, though. For reasons I'm sure Melissa understands, I think both of us want that to be private. But," she leered, "After that, if you want a show, I think I can guarantee we'll put on a show! Okay?"

"Fuck, yeah," Brad cursed uncharacteristically, and from that, Melissa could tell that his arousal was growing.

"How's that feel, lover boy?" Melissa asked the perspiring, black-haired boy thrusting above her.

"Oh, God! It's- It's fucking amazing! This was your mom's idea? Really?" he puffed.

"Really," the redhead nodded with a grin. "She thought you'd like it and I agreed. And besides, even though I love feeling you come in my pussy, sometimes I like to watch it happen. And if you like the idea, you can even come right on my face. Ooooh! I felt your cock twitch at that! I guess that means you like that idea!" she breathed, feeling more aroused herself. She glanced over at Stephanie who was still kneeling beside them on the bed. "Don't forget to keep playing with your sister's twat, Brad," she coached. "It's such a nice pussy and it does love to be touched, doesn't it, Steph?" she winked.

"Hmmmm, yes, it sure does," Stephanie gasped as Brad resumed his incestuous probing of his sister's cunt slit. "Oh, yeah, Brad," she instructed with a moan. "Do that! Hoh, yeah. God, it feels so good when you touch my clit, love!"

"It's really hard," Brad commented, marveling.

"Hoh! I can believe it," she grunted, "I'm getting really turned on. Watching you fuck Mel's tits is amazing to see."

"It- it f-feels even better," Brad said shakily.

"You all right, my baby?" Melissa asked, somewhat alarmed.

"Oh, y-yeah," he grunted. "Getting- ooh! Getting really close now! Hoh, man! This is so fucking great!"

"Do it, baby," Melissa urged, "Come on me! Take that big cock and squirt your come all over my face!"

"Doh!" Brad grunted and then his prick was squirting, shooting thick, white strands of musky smelling jism sailing through the air to land on Melissa's face, neck, and hair.

Stephanie suddenly started crying, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Shit! Oh, God! You- ooohhh! You made me come, too, Brad! Fuck, that looks hot! No! Don't stop, Brad! Fuck me! Fuck me with your fingers! Oh, shit, yeah! Ohhhhhhh! God! You're going to make me come again! Hoh, God! Hoh! Oh! Yes! Hunngghhh! Hoooof! Unnggghhhh! Oh, yeah! Here it- unngghhh! Again! Shit! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she kept repeating as her body shuddered.

Finally she relaxed and opened her eyes and favored her brother with a grateful smile. "That was just perfect, Bro," she said, a bit hoarsely. "Thank you."

Brad beamed. "You're welcome. I really love making you come. Did you know," he asked with an intrigued look, "When you come, your clit throbs in time?"

Stephanie gave him an oblique glance. "Well, yeah, I did know that. After all, it's my body and I've got some experience with touching my clit when I come. I think most women do," she said, "Melissa's does, too."

"Really?" he looked surprised. "I don't think I'd noticed before."

"That may be," Melissa broke in, "Because the times you'd made me come with your tongue or your fingers, you were a little distracted yourself at the time," she laughed.

"Well! Look at that!" Stephanie said with mock severity, gazing down at Melissa. "What a mess you left all over your girlfriend. I guess it will just have to be my job to clean it up." She uttered an exaggerated sigh. "Woman's work is never done."

Melissa laughed and even Brad chuckled, and he watched, beady-eyed, as his sister lay down next to the plump redhead and began to slowly and sensuously lap up each wayward drop with her tongue, pausing occasionally to drip the contents of her mouth into Melissa's open and waiting one. When Stephanie had finished her erotic task, she placed her lips against Melissa's and the two kissed long and passionately, swirling Brad's come around on their tongues until they had swallowed it all.

"Mmmm," Stephanie said, licking her lips and looking at her brother with a smoldering glance. "Nice come. You taste nice, brother."

Brad gulped, taken aback by his sister's wanton behavior.

"Stephanie, I do believe you've managed to stun your poor brother into silence," Melissa laughed. She added in a more sultry voice, "But if you've got me all clean, I could really use some of your loving attention elsewhere."

The dark-haired girl smiled knowingly and made as if she were going to put her fingers in Melissa's crotch, but her plump lover held up her hand. "Wait, I got another suggestion from my mom I want to try."

Brad awkwardly shifted off Melissa's body, saying, "I guess that's my cue to leave you to it."

He sounded so mournful that Melissa gave Stephanie an inquiring look, who shrugged and nodded. "It's okay, Brad, you don't have to go – you can stay and watch if you want. I might even let you help, if you'd like."

"Cool," Brad enthused, practically wriggling in excitement, which made both the girls chuckle.

"So what's your idea?" Stephanie asked eagerly. "How do you want me?"

"Always and forever," Melissa retorted instantly which earned her an affectionate look from her slim lover, "But right now, I need you to point your head down to the other end of the bed, and then slide up so our cunts are touching. Only put one leg under mine and the other leg over my other one. We're going to grind our pussies together and make ourselves come."

"Oooh, this sounds fun!" Stephanie clapped her hands in delight and wasted no time in moving as directed.

Once they were in position, Stephanie experimentally moved her already-lubricated cunt against Melissa's. "Hmmm. That feels nice, but I can't get as much pressure as I want."

"How about if you hold hands and pull each other in?" suggested Brad.

Both girls looked at him in astonishment before crying, "What a great idea!"

"Ohhh, yes, that's perfect," Melissa moaned, gripping Stephanie's hands tightly as she felt Stephanie's cunt sliding rhythmically over her own. "See I told you that you could help!" she said to Brad. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he smiled bashfully. "This is...interesting," he added, his eyes glittering.

"Hey, brother," Stephanie called out after they had been engaged in their erotic motion for a bit, "Since you already paid attention to Melissa's tits, do you think you could come and suck on mine?" she asked coyly.

"Sh-sure!" he agreed eagerly, and turned his body to lie next to his sister, excitedly sucking and licking the small, smooth mounds.

"Ohhhh, yesss!" Stephanie hissed, "That's nice, Brad. I like the way you suck my tits. I may have to ask you to do it again sometime." Her breathing was quickening and was beginning to drown out the wet, squishy noises that were emanating from the place where the two rutting girl's cunts met and were sliding against each other.

"What do you think, Steph?" Melissa asked huskily, beginning to pant herself.

"This is really nice," Stephanie replied between increasingly frequent moans. "You've got to thank your mom. I can feel this is going make me come really quickly."

"Hohhhhh! You've got that right," Melissa grunted as the intensity of sensations in her loins began to build steadily. "Unnggghhh! Oh, yeah, that's the rhythm, right there, lover! Hoh! Hoh! Nnnnnngggggg! Oh, God! I can feel you! I can feel your whole pussy in mine! Hunnnggghhh! Hooff! It's like- ohhhh! It's like I can't even tell- oh, yes! Tell where I end and you begin! Hoh! Doohhhh! Jeez, girl, what you do to me!"

"I- hunnggghhh! I know what you mean," Stephanie gasped. "It's like we're just one person! Hoh! Connected together- unnggghh! By our cunts! Ohhhhh, God! Yes, oh, yes Brad, that's nice! Play with my other tit! Ohh! God! I know mine aren't'- unnggghhh! Big like Mel's- oh fuck! But they love to be sucked! Haaggghhhh! Yesss! Just like that! Oh, Mel! I- oh, fuck! I think we should put Brad- God! Oh, God! On permanent tit-sucking duty! Hunnggghhh! Oh! Oh! Yess! At least until our periods- shit! Fuck! Periods are done. Ohhhhhh, God!"

"S-sounds good- hoooo! To me," Melissa agreed, her back beginning to arc of its own volition as her erotic arousal filled her entire body. "Oh, God! Steph! Brad! I- I l-love you both- haaggghhh! So much! So fucking much! Oh, God! It's starting! Oh, shit! It's starting Steph! Do it, baby! Shove your cunt right into mine! Oh, God! Make me come! Hoooooey! Yesss! Oh, God, Steph! I'm- I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming right now! Haaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh!"

"Ohhhh, yesss!" Stephanie cried loudly, "Me, too! I'm coming, lover! Ohhhhh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming right in your cunt! Oh, God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Haiiieeeee!" and the dark-haired girl's body was convulsing and shuddered right along with Melissa's.

For nearly a full minute, the two girls writhed and flailed on the bed, Brad trying manfully to keep his lips fastened around his sister's now turgid nipple. But eventually their incoherent grunts and their spasmodic motions abated. Brad released his mouth from his sister's pubescent breast and propped himself up on one elbow to regard first his sister and then back at Melissa.

"Whooosh!" Melissa exhaled, "That was intense!"

"You said it," Stephanie agreed dreamily. She looked up at her brother and to his amazement and Melissa's delight, pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, a real lover's kiss with her tongue thrusting and plunging into her brother's mouth. Once he got over his initial surprise, Brad responded in kind, and they held the kiss for a surprisingly long time.

Melissa had even propped herself up on her elbows to observe them better, pleased beyond expectations at what seemed to be an actual romance blooming between Stephanie and her brother in the same way one had flowered between her and Keith. The amount of love mixed with raw, unfettered lust that they all seemed to feel for each other made Melissa more determined than ever to see their two families joined into one.

At that moment, there was a firm knock on the door. Brad started and appeared to be ready to bolt, but Stephanie held him down firmly and, in a brazen tone that shocked even Melissa, coolly called out, "Come in!"

The door opened and John Muller stood there. He blinked rapidly several times and Brad cried, "Dad!" in an outraged voice, but Stephanie shushed him.

"Oh, relax, Brad," she chided him, "We talked about this. Dad knows we do this."

"Yeah," Brad protested weakly, "But that's different from him being in the same room."

"Brad, we told you, he's already seen us before, anyway," Stephanie said in a forthright tone, but the twinkle in her eye told Melissa that her slim lover was not only unembarrassed, but seemed to actually enjoy being able to show off and display herself to her father.

John Muller cleared his throat as if he were having trouble speaking. "I'm very sorry to have to interrupt your, um, activities," he began, but the way his eyes kept roaming daringly over the nude bodies of the three young people sprawled on the bed in such a lewd, incestuous tableau clearly indicated that he wasn't sorry in the slightest, and the fact that the front of his trousers was bulging so hard that it appeared to risk tearing the fabric lent further credence to Melissa's supposition that he was highly aroused by the situation.

"Melissa," he went on, his eyes trying to remain focused on her face but continuing to dart quickly down to her breasts and pussy, still jammed into that of his daughter. "I really am sorry – I tried to wait until it sounded like you'd reached a pause – but your mother's here for you. She said something about a special celebration tonight?"

"Oh, shit!" Melissa cursed in a panic, starting to scramble to her feet, with John's eyes continuing to track her every motion. "Yeah, she did say that we'd do something special tonight, but she didn't say any time!"

"Relax, it's okay," he hastened to assure her as she frantically searched the floor for her clothing, "You're not in trouble, and she already apologized to me because she hadn't told you about any specific plan. But she's waiting downstairs with your brother," he added with the strangest expression on his face.

"Oh, my God! They're both here?" Melissa gasped. By this time, both the Muller kids were taking advantage of their father's focus on Melissa and had arisen to gather up their own clothing. "Uh, how long have you, um, and they been here?" Melissa asked weakly.

"A while," he answered with a droll look.

"A while, as in everyone could hear us downstairs? That kind of a while?" she persisted feebly.

"Yes, but I can assure you, no one minded in the least. Like I told you yesterday, I think it's one of the most beautiful sounds in the world," he said with some feeling. "Come on, everyone, get dressed, and come downstairs as soon as you can."

As soon as he'd departed once more, leaving the door open behind him, Melissa noted, Brad breathed out in a long sigh. "Okay, I have to ask – did that feel weird to anyone but me?"

"I didn't have any problem with it," Stephanie responded, fixing her brother with a level gaze. "I think it's great that everyone is so accepting of us and what we're doing."

"Yeahhh," Brad nodded slowly, "I guess that part is cool. But- it almost seemed like he was, I don't know, getting his kicks looking at us," he mumbled uncomfortably.

While Melissa could sympathize with Brad's discomfiture, she decided she needed to support Stephanie. "Well, of course he did, Brad," she said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Who wouldn't? We looked damned hot together like that, we've got nice bodies, and everyone in the house knew we'd been making each other come like crazy. So of course your dad got turned on. Heck, I'm sure even you could see his great big hard-on!" Brad looked stunned, but Melissa persisted while she struggled to pull her clothing on, deciding the bra was just too much trouble, "Your dad is a very sexual person," she said in a gentler tone. "Just like my mom. Just like we all are. So how is him getting turned on by seeing us have sex any different from you getting turned on by watching us?"

"Um, I don't know, I guess," he said, sounding completely wrong-footed, "It just feels different, that's all."

"That's just because you haven't got used to the idea of our parents being sexual people, too," she soothed. "But you will, I promise. And in the meantime, ask yourself this – wouldn't you rather he gets turned on by his kids having sex than blowing his top and grounding you for the rest of your life because you're fucking your sister, who also happens to be his daughter?"

"Uh, shit, yeah, I guess that is better," he said dubiously.

"Like I say, think about it a bit more, and you'll get used to the idea," she nodded. "Since we're all dressed, we'd better do what your dad said and get downstairs.

Even with John's assurances, Melissa entered the living room where she could see her mother and brother waiting with Stephanie's father with some trepidation. She had no idea what her mother was up to. But as soon as she came into the room, all three rose and Margaret gave them a big smile, hugging each of them in turn before launching into an apology.

"Oh, sweetie, I really am so sorry. I didn't mean to cut into your time with your friends, but I got off work early and when you weren't home, I called John and he said you were here, so I just came over. I meant to surprise you and take you out to dinner to celebrate your special day!"

"Melissa got her first period, too," Stephanie informed her father sagely.

He looked a bit taken aback by her bluntness, but recovered with good grace, saying, "Yes, so I'd gathered from what Margaret had said. Congratulations, Melissa. This is a very important life event for you."

"Thank you, John," she smiled thinly, "Though it does feel kind of odd to make such a big deal out of something that everyone seems to avoid talking about all the rest of the time."

"That's true," her mother smiled, "And I think that would be a great thing to talk about further, but perhaps we can proceed with our dinner plans. And," she added with a brief, almost pleading look at Melissa, "I was hoping that you and your family might join us, John. If that's alright with you, Melissa, of course."

Melissa shot a look at Stephanie, who just gave a resigned shrug and an almost imperceptible nod. Both girls understood that they'd been outmaneuvered. "Sure, that would be wonderful," Melissa answered sweetly, then paused, "Only...Mom, I'm not really dressed to go out." She was acutely conscious of the fact that she had chosen to go braless on the assumption they would just be going home.

"Oh, you look just fine," her mother assured her with a dismissive wave of her hand. "We're just going for pizza."

"Should we take two cars?" John asked. "My car has bucket seats in the front, so it might be a little cramped in back with all six of us."

"Mine is even smaller than yours, John," Margaret laughed and looked at the young people. "What do you think? We're not going all that far, so we could take yours, John, if your daughter wouldn't mind sitting on the boys' laps," she suggested.

"Stephanie?" her father inquired, giving her a steady glance that seemed imply that she'd better not make trouble.

"Fine by me," she shrugged, but the look on her face suggested – at least to Melissa – that her friend had just figured out how to make some lemonade out of the lemon she'd been handed.

Sure enough, when the two boys and Melissa had piled into the back seat of John's full-size sedan, Stephanie planted herself defiantly on Keith's lap and gave Melissa a look daring her to say something. But Melissa was delighted at her friend's bold move and gave her a surreptitious thumbs up.

Their parents chatted amiably in the front seats; their children were mostly silent, but by the time they'd driven the ten or so minutes to the restaurant, Stephanie had somehow managed to loop an arm around Keith's neck, which almost forced him to put his arm around her middle. She kept gazing wordlessly into his face. At first, it seemed to make the blond boy uncomfortable but after a while, perhaps because it dawned on him that here was a girl that he had already begun to lust after and who apparently felt the same about him, he began to return her gazes with increasing boldness. Melissa was certain that if the ride to the restaurant had been five minutes longer, the two would have been kissing fervently. As it was, Melissa noted that her brother had quietly taken Stephanie's other hand and was holding it openly, which made Melissa smile approvingly at her friend.

Brad, on the other hand, seemed to find no reason why he shouldn't repeat his behavior of the last time they'd been in the back seat of a car together and begin to stroke her thigh with one hand while the other began to lazily circle the nipple of her nearer breast through the thin cloth of her blouse. Knowing that no one in the car was likely to object, she allowed his impudent groping and even upped the ante by placing her own hand firmly in his crotch, massaging the growing erection she found there. Thus encouraged, Brad began to attempt to get a hand inside her blouse. Melissa calmly reached up with her free hand and unbuttoned two more buttons, allowing her black-haired boyfriend unfettered access to her tits.

The sensation of Brad's finger on her nipples, which were still slippery with the lubricant from earlier, was erotically pleasurable enough that Melissa gasped aloud, which made her mother whirl around and look at her sharply. When she figured out what was going on, she simply shook her head in a way that clearly implied, `Really?', but she held her tongue, doubtless unwilling to make an issue of it when she was so intent on making an impression on John.

But before things could progress any further, they had arrived at the restaurant. Melissa calmly rebuttoned her blouse while Stephanie struggled out of the car from her cramped position first in order to allow the boys to exit after her. Melissa found it interesting to note that both Brad and Keith had noticeable bulges in the front of their jeans; it seemed like Keith had really enjoyed the feel of Stephanie's ass and pussy pressed into his lap. And to Melissa's acute interest, the six people turned into three couples right before her eyes, with John almost shyly taking her mother's hand as they walked across the parking lot and Stephanie and Keith continuing to hold hands as they had been in the car. Since Melissa was already regularly being seen in public holding Brad's hand, she readily took it, and they all walked the rest of the way to the restaurant in that fashion.

Inside, after a short wait they were seated at a large, circular booth in the corner, into which they arranged themselves in the same `couples' manner they'd fallen into outside, with Keith and Stephanie on the inside, Melissa and Brad on the right and their parents on the left. The time in the restaurant proved to be comfortable without the degree of sexual tension Melissa had expected. In fact, through most of it, what it most felt like to Melissa was a family meal between members who cared about each other. Or perhaps more specifically, it felt like a family of adults, not one of parents and young children, with everyone easily conversing and laughing. John Muller, in particular, had turned his charm on full blast and alternately kept them in stitches with funny stories and amazing them with the breadth of his knowledge on a wide variety of topics.

Melissa did notice that people's hands, when not actually eating, seemed to be universally kept below the level of the table. Whether the others were simply holding hands or engaging in something more daring, she couldn't tell. Brad was, for once, behaving himself and contented himself with occasionally giving her hand or her thigh a squeeze, though she was momentarily taken aback, although not unpleasantly so, when she felt her brother's hand rest upon her other thigh. Brad noticed immediately and raised his eyebrows, but Melissa gave him a smile that let him know she didn't mind and the boy relaxed.

The only time a topic even remotely sexual arose was, once everyone was served the drinks they'd ordered, John raised his glass of beer and proposed a toast. "To our young women, who have taken another important step in growing up!" They all echoed the sentiment and sipped their drinks, and then Stephanie asked with an innocent expression, "But shouldn't we be toasting Margaret, too? She started her period today."

Melissa's mother flushed and shot Stephanie a black look, and John said, "Well, that's, um, an interesting thing to know, but I'm not sure Margaret appreciates having a public announcement made about it, Stephanie."

"Why not?" Stephanie persisted. "You basically made the same announcement about Mel and me!" but at the look her father gave her she wisely lapsed into silence. However, Melissa could tell that her slim friend was highly pleased with herself for pushing everyone into a deeper level of intimacy.

At the meal's end, John gallantly picked up the tab for which everyone thanked him and then they all struggled out of the booth. Melissa and Stephanie both had to go to the restroom, so the others waited inside the restaurant door for them to return.

As soon as Melissa entered the single-toilet restroom and saw her reflection in the mirror, she gasped at her appearance. The lubrication she'd used earlier to enable Brad to tit-fuck her and which she'd never had the opportunity to wipe off had completely soaked into the front of her white blouse, which had the effect of rendering the material nearly transparent. Her darker aureoles and protruding nipples were clearly visible. "Oh, my God, Steph!" she wailed, "Have I been walking around looking like this all evening? Why didn't anyone say anything?"

Her friend smirked, "Probably for the same reason I didn't, love. We were all enjoying it too much, and besides, there wasn't much you or anyone else could do about it."

Melissa groaned ruefully. "Why does it seem like I'm always exhibiting myself in public?"

"Shit, Mel, if I had your boobs, I don't think I'd ever wear a top!" Stephanie giggled. "If it's any consolation, the, hmm, effect grew more throughout dinner, I guess because the oil soaked in more." She shrugged. "Nothing you can do about it now, like I said, so let's just do our business and get out there so you can flaunt your tits for your adoring fans," she sniggered, before adding softly, "And we really do adore them, and you, my love."

Melissa gave her a wan smile. "Thank you. I'm so glad you're my friend and lover," she said with real feeling. They took turns pissing into the toilet, Melissa watching her friend intently and Stephanie smiling because she knew she was turning the larger girl on. As they reached the door, Melissa took a deep breath and stepped out. She could feel her cheeks burning and suddenly it felt like every eye in the restaurant was on her and her exposed bosom as she walked through. She sighed with relief as they reached their waiting families and stepped outside into the sheltering dark.

As they walked, Melissa's mother stepped back beside her and Brad, and John waited to fall in beside Keith, who was once more holding hands with Stephanie. "Are you alright, sweetie?" she asked, "You have an odd look on your face."

"Yeah, you think?" she asked sardonically. "I just saw in the mirror what a show I'd been putting on for everyone at dinner!"

Her mother nodded, "I thought that might be it. I'm glad it's nothing more serious. I can assure you, none of us minded in the least. I-" she stopped suddenly because they could hear John talking to Keith and Stephanie behind them.

The three of them eavesdropped shamelessly and heard John say, "I see you two have made a decision about moving ahead with a relationship together." They could hear vague assents by the two younger people, but couldn't make out the words. John continued, "I think that might be very nice, but I do have a question – Keith, am I correct that you are completely aware of the relationship Stephanie has with your sister?"

"Absolutely," Keith affirmed, "And I think it's great. I also know about Stephanie and her brother, and I think that's great, too. It doesn't matter or change a thing as far as I'm concerned. I think Stephanie is really pretty and really interesting and I really want to get to know her better – and I hope that's what she wants, too."

"Good for you, Keith," Melissa's mother said approvingly in a low voice.

"I'm delighted to hear you say so, Keith," John said in an equally approving tone. "Then I'll tell you the same thing I told Brad and your sister. I think you two having an obvious romantic relationship is ideal. It will divert any possible questions or suspicions by outsiders, and it should be the only thing you let the outside world see, for the same reasons it is ideal for Brad and Melissa. Does that make sense?" he asked seriously.

Both Keith and Stephanie assured him it did. Melissa looked at Brad and waggled her eyebrows knowingly at him and he responded with a chuckle. By this time, they had reached the Muller car and they all piled into their former places. Still smarting with embarrassment at the fact that no one in either family had bothered to clue her in about her transparent blouse earlier, Melissa swallowed hard and then defiantly unbuttoned the oil-stained top completely, making Brad gasp in astonished delight.

Her mother turned her head and said sharply, "Just what do you think you're doing, young lady?"

Melissa refused to be intimidated and said pointedly, "You and Stephanie both said that nobody minded seeing my boobs at dinner and that was in public. What difference does it make now in a dark car? Besides," she added with a wicked grin, "Brad likes to touch them and the blouse just gets in the way," earning her an astounded chuckle from the other people in the back seat.

Margaret's jaw dropped at her daughter's impudence and for several seconds she said nothing. Finally she huffed, "You're really pushing it, girl," but she turned once more to face forward and said nothing more.

With the apparent blank check he'd been offered, Brad eagerly began to fondle Melissa's exposed bosom with both hands and shortly began suckling the nearer one, making her gasp with delight. She heard a soft moan from the other side of the car and looked over to see Stephanie and her brother locked in a fervent, tongue-swapping kiss. Keith had put a hand brazenly up the front of the slim girl's blouse and was obviously caressing her small mounds, which accounted for the aroused whimpering Stephanie was emitting.

Margaret looked back at the lewd scene in the back and sighed in exasperation, "Oh, you kids. Don't you have any self-control at all?"

"Sure," Melissa answered her between her own aroused moans, "But there doesn't seem to really be any need for it now, does there?"

"Oh, she's got a point there," John chuckled.

Margaret colored and slapped his arm in mock annoyance, saying, "You're no help!" but she giggled after a moment. "I suppose we just will have to get used to this, won't we?" she said softly to John.

"They are pretty irrepressible, aren't they?" he said good-humoredly.

If you weren't driving, I'd show you irrepressible, Margaret thought to herself, but instead contented herself with placing her hand over John's crotch in a proprietary manner. He smiled at her and covered her hand with his.

For the remainder of the short ride to the Muller home, the car was filled with the soft moans and gasps of the two girls as the boys kissed them and played with their breasts. As they pulled into the Muller driveway, Melissa re-fastened her blouse almost reluctantly.

Stephanie said to Keith in a shy voice as they were starting to get out of the car, "So does this mean I'm your girlfriend?"

"Absolutely," he grinned before adding seriously, "If you'll have me."

"Yes! Yes! Absolutely, too!" she laughed giddily, kissing his face all over repeatedly before finally scrambling off his lap and exiting the vehicle.

"Do you guys want to come in for a few minutes?" John asked.

"I do need to get my pack and my purse," Melissa spoke up immediately.

"Well, okay, for a minute or two," her mother said dubiously, "But you're not going to be able to resume what you started in the car, in case that's what you were thinking," she warned. "It is a school night and at least my kids have homework to do."

Melissa winced at her mother's bluntness, but nodded her understanding, and the other youths did the same. "I'll go get my pack," she announced and left to retrieve it. By the time she came back, both the parents were standing close together engaged in some private conversation, as were Stephanie and Keith who were shyly still holding hands as they talked. Brad was obviously awaiting her impatiently and greeted her with a big grin as soon as she appeared.

Her mother looked up and nodded at her daughter and then said to her and her brother, "All right, my loves. Time to say your goodbyes for the evening. We really do need to get home."

Taking that as permission to indulge in another round of passionate kissing, both Keith and Stephanie as well as Brad and Melissa were almost instantly locking their lips together and grinding their bodies against their partners. John watched his children making out for a second and then turned to Margaret. "Looks like we have a bit of time to say goodnight, too," he smiled, crinkling his eyes in the way that made her stomach turn flip-flops.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Margaret responded, attempting to sound calmer than she felt. She melted into his arms and welcomed his lips against hers. He boldly plunged his tongue into her mouth and she suckled it greedily. Within a few seconds, she felt his hands brazenly running up and down the length of her back, scarcely pausing before continuing down to caress and squeeze her ass.

"John!" she hissed in a muted voice, "We're not exactly alone here."

He responded with a dry smile and a gesture of his chin at their children. Margaret turned her head and goggled in amazement. Both couples had their legs intertwined and were desperately grinding their crotches against the others' thighs, while the boys had pulled the girls' tops up to reveal their breasts and were fondling them unabashedly.

"Damn!" Margaret swore, "They just don't seem to even know or care that we're here, do they?"

"I think that's nice," John said with gleaming eyes as he continued to knead the soft flesh of Margaret's butt cheeks. "I love the fact that they trust us this much."

Margaret nodded in understanding, but muttered, "Of course, the problem is that looking at them gets me so God damned hot."

"Yeah, me too," John nodded, returning his unsettling gaze to her eyes.

"Uh, yeah, I can kind of tell that," she giggled in spite of herself.

Now it was John's turn to blush. "The question is, what are we going to do about it?" he asked with a penetrating look.

"Oh, baby, something," Margaret whispered, "Definitely something." She shook her head regretfully. "But not tonight. If the situation with my body, well, you know, were different, I might be tempted. I admit, I want you, John. I want you so bad it makes me feel all shaky inside. But I also want our first time to be perfect. And if I don't put a stop to things now, I won't be able to for much longer. You understand, don't you?" she asked, her eyes pleading.

He gave her a regretful smile. "Unfortunately, I do, my lady." He kissed her once more, tenderly and lovingly on the lips before stepping back and calling out loudly, "Kids! That's enough goodbyes for tonight. Our guests need to get home."

Margaret almost laughed aloud at the slow, obviously reluctant way the youths disentangled themselves, and the way their flushed faces and the raging erections of the boys revealed how aroused they'd become. She wondered just how close they'd been to coming – and how pissed off they were going to be at her for interrupting, she realized with a sobering thought.

They all said more proper, verbal only goodbyes, thanked John once more for dinner, and the Randalls departed.

As soon as they were on the road, Melissa's mother said, "Before you even say anything, I know, I know, and I'm sorry I interrupted things back there just as they were getting interesting. But this was another one of those situations I discussed, where just rushing headlong into something because if feels so amazing and nice without thinking of all the consequences down the road could have some unintended and potentially devastating repercussions. I hope both of you can understand that."

To Margaret's surprise, it was Melissa who chimed in to support her. "You're right, of course, Mom," she said with a nod. "I think the only reason that we all got so crazy there, and in the car before, was that we knew you would stop us sooner or later."

"Oh! I have to tell you, that was a very risky thing to depend on," her mother said in an appalled voice. "When you guys get going the way you do, touching each other and moaning and gasping and turning each other on, what do you think that does to me? I'm just as horny as you guys, and right now I'm just as desperately frustrated. I had to beg John to stop because I knew if I didn't stop right then I was not going to be able to. And then what? John's kids watching him fuck this woman they don't really know, right in front of them? Maybe that would have been okay, but maybe not. So please don't depend on me or even John to stop things from getting out of hand. You're in a very grown-up situation now, and I need you to exercise grown-up judgment and grown-up self-control. It's hard enough for me to control myself when I'm so turned on and want it so badly, and if I have to fight you guys at the same time, I- I just can't do it!" she finished, near tears.

Her children both hastened to assure her they understood and that they would be more responsible from then on. By this time, they were at home and tumbled into the kitchen together.

Their mother continued in a softer voice, "And the other reason I wanted to stop is that I really am starting to fall for that guy, hard. And when we do finally get into bed together, I really want it to be perfect – not worrying about the fact that I'm on my period, and whether his kids are watching and what they might think. I think what today proved, if it needed any more proving, is that John Muller and I want each other and that we're going to have each other, but we're going to do it when the time is really right, not be stampeded into it sooner because we get so turned on watching and listening to you guys that we can't think straight."

"Do we really make it that hard for you?" Melissa asked, curious about the impact she apparently had on her mother.

"You made it plenty hard for me," Keith wisecracked, "God, sitting down in that living room and listening to you and Stephanie fucking was – well, all of us were getting really aroused. Mom was squirming in her seat and John and I just sat there with our cocks getting bigger and bigger..." he trailed off suddenly and looked away.

"Hmmm," their mother said, regarding her son with interest, but finally snapped her head back and said, "Well, all I'll say was that it was an extremely interesting day for me and a fairly eventful one for you two. Keith, I can't believe how fast you moved in on poor Stephanie," she said with a frown.

"Poor Stephanie!" Melissa hooted. "Mom, she's been dreaming about him since the first time she saw him. And from where I sat, Stephanie was the one doing all the moving. Keith just recognized that it would be pointless to resist, because that `poor girl' wasn't about to let up until she had him," she assured her mother. "And as far as having Keith as a boyfriend?" she glanced at her brother, "She's just basically won the fucking lottery."

"What? What do you mean?" their mother asked.

"Mom, I don't know if you realize it – I didn't know either until Stephanie told me – but your son is considered by just about every girl in high school, junior high, and for all I know, all the women in town to be simply the most gorgeous hunk and the most desirable boy for miles around. The minute people find out that Keith is going steady with Stephanie, she's going to be school royalty. I honestly hope it doesn't turn her head and make her forget who her friends are," she added, biting her lip because she'd revealed more about her anxiety than she'd intended to at the last.

"Wow," their mother said in astonishment, giving her son an appraising look as if she were seeing him for the first time. "Well, I can certainly see why people might think that – I'm not blind, after all – but no, I had no idea. Why did you never say anything, Keith?"

Keith just looked at her with a confused expression. Melissa jumped in to rescue him, "Because he didn't know, Mom! He had no idea, and was as surprised as you when I told him. I think that's part of what makes him so irresistible – he has no idea just how irresistible he is, so he never gets cocky, or arrogant, or think other people are somehow beneath him. And all that, plus the fact that he's drop-dead gorgeous, means that everyone, or at least everyone out of my hearing, hardly can talk about anything else."

"Well!" her mother exhaled at last, "That- I was not expecting that. But," she added, looking at her son proudly, "I'm very glad that you haven't let any of that go to your head, and even more glad that you and Stephanie have decided to get together. She's already, on the pill, just so you know," she added with a meaningful glance, "So you don't need to worry about that, either."

"Are you saying you don't mind if I have sex with her, Mom?" Keith asked eagerly.

She gave him a calculating look. "I'm saying that the way you two were getting it on this evening, I seriously doubt there's anything I could do to prevent it short of taking you with me on Saturday." A speculative gleam entered her eye. "Now there's something I hadn't considered," she added mischievously.

"Mom! You're kidding, right?" Melissa cried, aghast.

"Unfortunately, yes I am," she muttered with obvious regret. "I already know I'm going to be so lonely and missing you."

"And we'll be missing you," Melissa promised.

"Phhh!" her mother made a rude noise. "It's sweet of you to say so, but don't even try. You'll both be so tantalized with your new toys that I'll be lucky if you can stop fucking long enough to answer the phone when I call. All I can look forward to is the fact that all of you will be mine the following week."

"Except John," Melissa mumbled and instantly regretted it.

"Yes, except John," her mother acknowledged sadly, then pulled herself together with an obvious effort. "Anyway, what I was trying to say, Keith, before I got sidetracked, was that I'm glad you and Stephanie are doing what you're doing, and I really hope it works out for you even half as well as it seems to have between your sister and Brad."

Keith shrugged and answered simply, "I don't know. I hope so. The more I see of her, the more interesting and wonderful she seems, and right now, all I want to do is see more of her and get to know her better."

"I can't ask for any more than that, son," his mother said approvingly, "And as long as you remember that there are other people who are interested in her, too, and allow her time and space for that-"

"Including you," Keith said with a teasing smile.

His mother blushed but pushed on, "Yes, including me, and if you remember that then you and she will get along fine, and from everything I've seen, any effort to get along with that amazing little girl will be well worth your time."

"I think so, too, Mom," Keith said quietly, and his mother looked at him with eyes full of love.

Their mother abruptly changed the subject and directed her children to focus their attentions on their homework. Later that evening the family met again in Margaret's bedroom, their lovemaking was surprisingly tender given the intense stimulation all of them had endured earlier. Melissa and her mother made each other come using vibrators while Keith watched, fascinated, and then both the women gave him a prolonged hand job using the baby oil, trading hands and continually staving off the boy's climax over and over by slowing the pace of their stroking each time they observed his balls start to tighten, a technique Melissa found extremely interesting as her mother instructed her in it, vowing to herself to use it on Brad at the first opportunity. When they finally relented in the face of Keith's pitiful begging and allowed him to climax, the first jet of jism shot straight up nearly two-thirds of the way to the ceiling, leaving mother and daughter to gasp and laugh with delight.

As they lay in bed after the lights were out, luxuriating in post-orgasmic bliss, Melissa asked her mother, "Can I ask you something, Mom?" When her mother mumbled her assent, Melissa continued, "The doctor could tell just by looking at my butt that I'd been having anal sex even two days later. You never said – did she say anything to you about the way both your holes were all stretched out?"

Melissa could swear she heard her mother's grimace in the dark. "Yeah, she sure did," Margaret said with some embarrassment. "She gave me a long lecture about how the older I got, the longer it would take me to recover. I reminded her I was only thirty-two, which she seemed startled to hear. I guess she'd already seen you and was surprised I wasn't older given how developed you are already. Anyway, she backed off a little, but she still said I should wait a week between `engaging in that particular practice' as she put it in order to let things shrink back to normal. Why? Was there some special reason you asked?"

"I was just thinking that if your period has almost finished by Friday, you'll be gone for a week..." Melissa said pointedly.

"Oh, you are a very naughty girl," her mother said in a husky chuckle. "That is definitely something to look forward to over the next two days. I might even," she paused for effect, "Let Keith's big hand up my ass. Would you like that, son?"

"Fuck, yeah," he said emphatically.

"All right, then," their mother acknowledged. "It's a date!"

 

The next day seemed almost routine compared to the more eventful days that week. School for the girls was much the same as the previous day with both Melissa and Stephanie excused from dressing for P.E. They had lunch together with Brad, but drew fewer glances. The fact that Melissa was going steady with Brad and was best friends with his sister now seemed to be an accepted part of their school social structure. Melissa was dreading the day their classmates realized that Stephanie was now going steady with her dreamboat brother, but enjoyed the relative inattention now. That afternoon, she showed Stephanie how to give her brother an agonizingly long hand job, and their efforts were rewarded with a truly massive ejaculation by Brad, which they eagerly licked up before repeating their mutual pussy-grinding position of the previous day, while Brad assisted, this time by suckling and biting on Melissa's nipple as she came.

Even the bedtime sex with her mother and brother seemed more relaxed; not bad, just comfortable and unhurried, people who loved each other bringing pleasure to each other. Their entire lives seemed be holding their breaths, waiting to see what Saturday would bring.

 

On Friday morning, their mother ran through the final preparations for her trip and absence, ensuring they had her hotel information and anything else she could think of. She told them apologetically that she needed to be leaving for the airport by 5:00 a.m. the next morning, but that they could just put robes over their nightclothes and she would wake them up just long enough to bundle them into the car and drop them off at the Muller's where they could go back to bed while John took her to the airport.

"Are you getting breakfast on the plane?" Melissa wanted to know.

"Um, maybe, but, ugh – airplane food," her mother made a disgusted face. "I'll try to get something in the airport beforehand. Why?"

"Well," Melissa observed, "Since we're just going right back to bed, it doesn't matter to me if you wake me up at 5:00 or at 4:00. Since John paid for your meal on Wednesday, why don't you see if he'd be willing to get up early enough to let you take him to breakfast before he drops you off?" she suggested with a twinkle in her eye.

Her mother gave her a measured look, but the corners of her mouth eventually turned up. "That is actually a very nice suggestion," she acknowledged at last. I'll talk to John to see what he thinks. Would that be okay with you?" she asked her son.

Keith shrugged indifferently and said it was fine with him, whatever she wanted to do. So, assuming John agreed – and Melissa seriously doubted the man would pass up the opportunity to spend more time with their mother – they agreed that would be the plan.

The rest of the day was as uneventful as Thursday. In Stephanie's bedroom after school, the two girls allowed Brad to take turns licking each of their clits, and he loved being able to bring them to orgasm after orgasm. Later, they rewarded him by taking turns sucking his cock, keeping a running bet as to whose mouth he would eventually shoot into. Stephanie won; Brad filled her mouth with his incestuous seed, which the slim girl lasciviously shared with Melissa in a depraved cum-swap that had Brad watching their every move.

As Melissa was leaving, she asked her friend – after first ensuring Brad was out of earshot - how things were going with her dad.

"Great!" Stephanie smiled. "I go into his room every night after Brad turns out his light and we make love. God!" she shook her head, "On Wednesday, he was incredible. He was so fucking turned on by what your mom had been doing with him and, well yeah, I guess from watching what we all were doing. I made him come three times! If your mom always has that effect on my dad all the time, I will definitely not mind sharing him," she giggled.

"Yeah, well, it might not be quite the same once she's making him come, too," Melissa warned.

"True," her friend nodded, sobered. Then she asked, "Does Keith talk about me?" a hopeful look in her eyes.

"Yes, Steph, he does," Melissa assured her slim lover with a laugh. "He talks about you all the time and asks how you are and what we did and what we talked about."

"And do you tell him about the things that you and I – and Brad," she added, "Do together?"

"Absolutely," Melissa assured her with a saucy grin. "He wants to know all the details. So does my mom. They both make me give them a full report, with all the juicy stuff, at dinner each night."

"Hmmm," Stephanie mused, "That's kind of nice. Anyway, I'm glad to know they're both thinking about me."

"We all are, Steph," Melissa said seriously, and Stephanie seized her and kissed her passionately before they said goodbye for the evening. "And just think, Steph," Melissa reminded her as she opened the front door, "This is the last time we'll have to say goodbye in the evening for two whole weeks!"

"Ohhh, that's a very nice thought," Stephanie enthused. "I'll see you in the morning."

"That you will," Melissa acknowledged, "Very, very early in the morning," she reminded her friend.

"The earlier the better," Stephanie grinned.

"I agree," Melissa laughed, "I can't wait. That's why I suggested my mom invite your dad out to breakfast – more time for the four of us to fuck!"

"I love the way you think, girl!" Stephanie chortled. "Till the morning. I love you!"

"And I love you!" Melissa answered, giving her slim lover a tender kiss on the lips before heading home.

 

Dinner at home was subdued. Margaret appeared distant and distracted, though she assured Melissa and Keith she was fine, which Melissa interpreted as her mother anticipating missing them all terribly when she was gone, but not wanting to be a wet blanket and spoil their mood. She was certain that if the issue was only that her mother's mind was on her work and her preparations for her trip, she would have said so. Melissa resolved to be extra nice to her mother on their final night together, and to reassure her that she would not be forgotten.

Both Melissa's mother and brother grilled her as usual during dinner about her afternoon's activities with Stephanie and Brad, which she delivered in graphic detail. This seemed to relieve her mother's gloom a bit – at least it introduced a pleasant sexual frisson that let them start anticipating their evening's family sex session.

After dinner, Margaret insisted, "I think you both better head upstairs immediately tackle your homework, and then do all the packing for the coming week. I really don't expect your focus is going to be on anything but sex for the rest of the weekend," she said with a resigned smile, which made Keith splutter in protest. Melissa, however, knew in her heart her mother was probably pretty accurate, and just nodded her agreement.

Their mother added, "While you're doing that, I'm going to finish my packing and take a bath. I want to be nice and shaved for later."

"Um, Mom?" Melissa ventured hesitantly, "When you do that, would it be okay if, well, if you helped to shave my pussy, too? I think I'd like to try that, too."

"Sure, that'll be a nice surprise for all your lovers this weekend," her mother sniffed with a tight smile.

"Mom!" Melissa responded with feeling, "I was actually thinking it might be nice for my lovers tonight."

"Hmmm, well, okay," her mother nodded, appearing somewhat soothed. "But," she went on with a worried frown, "Now that I think about it, it may not be such a good idea. Don't you think it's going to make the other girls at school start asking questions we don't want them to once they see you like that in the shower after P.E.? I mean, why else would a girl who's barely got any cunt hair to begin with shave it off except to make sex more pleasant?"

Melissa's face fell. "Yeah, you're probably right," she said, looking crestfallen. Once she'd screwed up her courage to ask her mother about it, she was disappointed by the practical reality. Then she brightened. "Everyone pretty much knows that I started my period this week, and some even know that I went to the doctor. How about if I tell them I've got a skin condition and it was doctor's orders?"

Her mother eyed her speculatively for a moment before nodding appreciatively, "You know, I actually think that would work. How about it, Keith? Would you like to try us tonight with both of us having bald pussies like little girls?" she giggled.

"Sounds really good to me," he answered enthusiastically, "As long as that's something you really want to do, Sis," he addressed his sister.

"Yeah," Melissa smiled, "I really do. I love the way Mom's cunt feels under my fingers and tongue."

"Then that's what we'll do," their mother nodded decisively, "Although, I have to warn you, once you start, you have to keep shaving each and every day, or the stubble gets sandpapery and not so pleasant. Well, you know," she added with a meaningful smile.

Melissa said she understood, and her mother continued, "So. First, that means when you pack, you'd better remember to include a razor. And second, I'll call you when I'm ready to start my bath and you can some in so I can take care of you. But," she held up a warning finger, "We're going to stick to business, if you get my drift. We've all got a lot to do tonight, and as much as you turn me on, I don't want to have any sex tonight that doesn't include Keith."

"Yeah, I understand," Melissa replied glumly, somewhat discomfited that her mother had been able to see through her intentions so easily.

"Good," her mother nodded with satisfaction. "Now get a move on, everybody!"

With the incentive of being able to spend the rest of the weekend on nothing but exploring opportunities for sex and more sex, Melissa attacked her homework with a vengeance and surprised herself with how quickly she was able to dispatch it. Nothing like the proper motivation, she thought to herself wryly. Next she focused on packing the large suitcase she saw her mother had laid out for her on her bed, carefully counting out underwear and outfits to last her until the following Saturday when her mother would return.

Her mother stuck her head in the door just then and asked, "How's it going?"

"Good," Melissa replied proudly. "I just finished. And yes, I packed the razor. And some extra sanitary pads. And even the condoms you said I should always carry, although when I'd need them except to entertain Brad by sucking all of his come out of one, I have no idea."

Her mother laughed, "Well, that isn't a bad reason by itself, but I appreciate your planning. Did you pack a couple of nice dresses in case John wants to take you guys out for a meal sometime?"

"Yep!" she nodded, pleased to have anticipated her mother.

"Well, then, it sounds like you're all set," Margaret nodded. "If you're ready, let's go get you shaved. Actually," she went on as the two of them headed down the hall to the bathroom, "This will also give me a chance to see how your bleeding is doing. That will help us decide what our activities later will be." Melissa nodded her understanding.

In the bathroom, whose door her mother neglected to even close, let alone lock – no more secrets in this family, Melissa reminded herself – her mother started the bath water running and peeled off her clothing. Melissa followed suit.

"Here, baby," her mother instructed after inspecting the condition of the sanitary pad Melissa had removed from her panties, "Put your foot up on the toilet and let me have a look at you." The plump preteen did so and her mother investigated her crotch closely, including inserting a finger up her cunt hole and peering at the finger after it came out. She shook her head, saying, "I'm sorry, love. You've still got just a little spotting. We'd better hold off on putting anything into your cunt for one more night." A rueful expression crossed her face. "Well, you should be able to start doing whatever you want tomorrow. With whoever you want," she added with such a mournful expression that Melissa stood up and took her mother's face in both hands.

"Mom," Melissa said tenderly, "Nothing I do this coming week could possibly make me or Keith love you any less or want you any less. Yes, I expect we may learn and experience some new things. I mean, how could we not? But we'll tell you everything," she mentally crossed her fingers because she had no intention of revealing anything involving John, but her mother had already indicated she respected that position, "And when you get back, then you'll be the one having all of us all to yourself, and poor John will be the one on the outside looking in." At this point, Melissa kissed her mother's lips softly. "So it's okay to be sad," she said when their lips parted, "We'll be sad, too, and we'll miss you every day. But don't be too sad, okay. We all know you're doing what you have to, and I know you'd like to be here for anything that might happen next week. I understand, I really do. Only, try to remember that you'll be coming home soon and we'll share everything together again. Okay?"

Her mother digested this for a moment and finally smiled gently, shaking her head. "What did I ever do to deserve such a wonderful, loving daughter?"

"By being such a wonderful, loving mother?" Melissa suggested with a gentle laugh, and her mother favored her with a grateful smile.

"Well, I guess I'd better stop feeling sorry for myself and check out what's happening with me as well," Margaret said in cheerier tone. She did the same thing she'd done with her daughter, inspecting her used pad and then slipping a finger inside herself and examining the result. She sighed, "Well, that's that. I'm in the same state you are, so you know what that means?"

"Uh, not really," Melissa said in a puzzled tone.

"It means," her mother said with a naughty grin, "We're going to play with our assholes tonight. And that means this is a perfect time to try something else I've been wanting to."

"Hmm," the young girl said with wide eyes, "Every time you say that, it turns into something amazing. I can hardly wait!"

"Well, I hope so," her mother said skeptically, "But don't thank me yet. Do you know what an enema is?"

"N-not really," Melissa shook her head. "I think I may have heard the word before. What is it?"

"It's basically a way of cleaning our bowels out which makes anal sex a lot more pleasant for everyone," her mother explained in a business-like voice.

"Oh, so no more shit to clean up afterwards?" her daughter asked, comprehending.

"Exactly," the older woman nodded. "We clean it all up beforehand instead."

"Sounds good," Melissa grinned. "What do we do?"

"Hang on a minute while I shut off the bathwater," her mother asked and matched her words with actions. She stood up and began to rummage around in the cupboard under the sink, finally pulling out an odd-looking device, a pinkish rubber bag with a long rubber hose that ended in a narrow, black plastic cylinder with a rounded tip. "Man, I never thought I'd ever use this thing again," she muttered. She also retrieved a jar of petroleum jelly from a cabinet.

"Huh," Melissa said, intrigued. "I'd seen that under there for years. I always wondered what it was."

Her mother explained the process and then had her daughter put one foot up on the toilet again and hold the other end of the hose high in the air while she filled the rubber bag with warm water from the bathroom sink, squirting a few jets of scented hand soap in as well. She then capped the bag placed it on the floor. From there, she took the tip of the hose from Melissa, explaining, "This part goes in your butt." Melissa nodded, fascinated.

After coating the tip with the lubricant, she warned her daughter to bend forward and then easily slipped the tube past her anal sphincter. "Hmmm," the woman observed, "You're getting used to taking things up your ass. You relaxed right away."

"Just following your example, Mom," Melissa retorted with a grin, producing a snort from her mother in response.

"Okay, we're ready," Margaret explained. "I'm going to hold the bag up over your head and all the soapy water is going to flow into your butt. It may start to feel uncomfortable, but try to bear it. The important thing is to squeeze your butthole closed right away to keep stuff from leaking out, and especially keep it clenched shut tight when I pull the tube out. You're going to want to keep it inside you as long as you can – the longer you can hold it in, the cleaner you'll be – but I think you'll find you won't be able to hold it that long. When you can't stand it anymore, sit down on the toilet, and just let it all out. You got it?" she smiled with gleaming eyes. It seemed to Melissa that her mother was kind of turned on by doing this to her, and in fact it was sounding kind of kinky to her as well. But she just nodded in understanding and her mother hoisted the water-filled bag.

Immediately, Melissa felt a spreading warmth throughout her lower abdomen. It was a very strange sensation. As the flow continued, she first felt comfortably filled up, then very filled up, and finally most uncomfortably filled up. "Hoooff," she grunted, "I see what you mean."

Her mother nodded sympathetically. "Alright, baby, it's all in you. I'm going to pull the hose out, so squeeze your ass shut really hard."

Melissa nodded and clenched her sphincter as instructed. She looked down at her tummy as her mother extracted the hose and noted that the front of her belly was noticeably pooched out from all the excess fluid inside her. She felt the tip of the hose depart from her bung and heard her mother say, "Good girl. Didn't spill a drop."

Melissa stood up carefully and said with some relief, "Okay, that's better than bending over."

"You think you can deal with that for a while, then?" Margaret asked.

"Yeah, I do," her daughter confirmed. "It- it's weird, but it's like it's kinda', um, almost turning me on a bit," she said, absorbed in the sensations.

"Shit, you really are my daughter," her mother sniggered. "When I used to do this, I'd sometimes frig my clit and try to squirt it all out as I came."

"Oooh, a challenge," Melissa said, sucking her breath in suddenly.

"What? Feeling it cramping now?" Margaret asked with an amused expression.

"Y-yeah, a little," Melissa confessed, looking a bit glassy.

"Told you," she nodded. "Do you need to stop now, or do you think you can hold it in long enough to fill me up, too?"

"I'll try," she grunted as another abdominal spasm, stronger this time, wracked her bowels. She hastily took the apparatus from her mother and followed the same procedure. Her mother leaned over the sink to give her access to her anus, and soon Melissa had inserted it and was letting warm fluid empty into her mother's rectum.

"What are you guys doing?" they heard Keith's voice from the doorway.

"Enemas," Melissa responded through gritted teeth as another cramp seized her. When it had passed, she explained, "Mom says you still can't fuck our cunts tonight so we're gonna' do anal sex. This cleans out our butts beforehand."

Keith watched, spellbound, for a few moments before blurting, "Um, could I, you know, try that, too?"

His mother looked up from her position over the sink with a calculating expression, finally smiling, "Of course, love. Come on in. How am I doing, love?" she asked her daughter.

"Ready to pull it back out now," Melissa informed her.

"Do it," her mother commanded, standing up gingerly once the hose was extracted. "How are you holding up?"

"It's- it's harder than I thought," the girl nodded, "But I think I can hang in there long enough to do Keith."

"Can you now?" she smiled enigmatically. "Do that then. Keith, step up. Your sister's going to take care of you."

He smiled eagerly. "What do I do?"

Melissa explained the process and the rules just as her mother had given them to her. To her delighted surprise, while she was filling up the bag her mother stepped up beside her and slithered a hand down between her legs, slipping a finger teasingly over her remarkably erect clitoris. "I thought we were sticking to business," Melissa teased, then groaned with erotic pleasure as her mother increased the pressure.

Her mother shrugged. "You know I can't control myself around you. Besides, what I said was, I didn't want to do anything without Keith. Keith's here," she pointed out disingenuously.

Melissa laughed in a strained sort of way. The multiple sensations of cramps in her bowels, her ass feeling erotically filled up, and her mother's wickedly pleasurable fingers in her pussy were battling for dominance. She greased up the tube once more and, with a quick warning to her brother, shoved it quickly in. As soon as she lifted the bag, Keith's eyes flew open and he gasped.

"You like that, my lover?" his mother asked huskily.

"Hoh! Yeah, I do!" he confessed, his breathing already starting to deepen. To both the women's amazed eyes, his cock began to rapidly inflate and within a few seconds was jutting straight out in front of him. "It's like – God! I've never felt anything like it. Don't stop," he actually begged.

"A little bit more to go," Melissa told him, intrigued to find something else that was a special turn-on for one of her lovers. The stimulation by her mother of her clit was beginning to tell on her as well. Somehow the lewd sensations from her pussy made the pressure easier to bear, and she was able to complete her task of filling her brother's rectum, carelessly dumping the enema bag and hose in the sink. She couldn't take her eyes off Keith's rock-hard prick. She had a sudden inspiration and picked up the jar of petroleum jelly, coated the fingers and palm of one hand thoroughly and began to slide the slippery hand up and down her brother's cock.

Keith's eyes rolled back in his head for a moment, so intense was the obscene assault on his senses. Melissa looked at her mother. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then the older woman nodded. "Okay, I hadn't planned on this, but this seems like too good an opportunity to pass up. Keith, honey, I need your fingers in my pussy, please. We're going to all make each other come right here."

"What if we, um, have an accident?" Melissa asked, slightly aghast.

Her mother said coolly, "It'll certainly happen. Just let it go when you come. Floors can be wiped up. I may not get another experience like this for who know how long!" She groaned with pleasure as her son's fingers slid into her oozing pussy.

"Damn!" Melissa swore, impressed anew by their mother's daring and sexual enthusiasm. She shifted her focus onto jerking Keith off as hard and fast as she could, and also on desperately trying to retain the contents of her own ass until her mother had brought her off.

Keith was moaning and gasping. Melissa wasn't sure she had ever seen him so aroused, though a voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she hadn't fully witnessed her brother's first experiences with their mother, either. The three family members had all edged in close to one another and were each standing partially turned so they could reach the sex organs of the next while still leaving their own accessible to the other.

Melissa's body was now such a surge of different sensations that the line between pain and pleasure had become completely blurred. All she knew was that she was full to bursting and that her sexual release would bring release of everything else. She began to puff faster and faster, frantic to retain the heaving and gurgling contents of her intestines. "Hooofff! Hoofff! Hoofff!" she grunted. "Oh, fuck! D-don't know- hungghhh! How much more- hooofff! I c-can stand! Haaaggghhh! How can- oh, God! Something that hurts so much- hunngghh! Feel so fucking good? Oh, shit! Mom, I- I'm almost there. You?" she gasped.

"R-right behind you, baby! Ohhhhhh! Oh, fuck yes, Keith! Do that! Do that! Harder, baby, stroke me hard! You're gonna' make me come, baby!" Margaret moaned between heaving gasps.

Melissa could feel her brother's cock start to throb and knew his climax was underway. "Do it, Keith! Come all over us! Ohhhhh! God! I'm gonna' come, too! Shoot everything, lover! Let everything go! Oh, God! Oh, shit! Mommeeeeeee! I'm- I'm- I'm- oh holy fucking shit, here I go!" she shrieked and surrendered to her thundering orgasm, relaxing her sphincter with a gasp of relief and felt the liquid in her nether regions shoot out of her at high velocity, splashing all over the floor behind her.

At the same time, Keith's anus opened up and Melissa caught the full blast of it on her thighs and even up onto her cunt where her mother's fingers were still feverishly working despite the onset of the older woman's climax as well. Melissa's ass purged itself of its degenerate contents fairly quickly, but Keith's seemed to go on and on, and his sister resigned herself to being completely splashed and coated with the reeking liquid. Indeed, the air in the bathroom was turning fouler and fouler by the second as shit-filled water flooded the tiles. Gradually, the three of them came back to earth, their gasping relaxing into panting, and then merely deep breathing.

"Whoa!" was all Keith managed to say.

"I couldn't have said it any better," Melissa smirked. "God, Keith, I don't think I've ever seen you turned on that much before."

Her brother looked at the two women with a shy smile. "I don't think I've been, either, even with all the incredible things we've done together this past week. Sorry," he said, blushing slightly, "I had no idea it was going to, um, well, be like that."

His mother looked at her son adoringly as she stretched and worked her hand, which had apparently developed a cramp while frigging Melissa's cunt, "I think it's really special and really beautiful to be able to share it with you when you discover something about your sexuality. I think your sister had a similar kind of experience when she discovered how aroused she gets by people pissing, especially people pissing on her. Right, sweetie?" she glanced at her daughter for support.

"That's right, Keith," Melissa confirmed gently, reaching out to caress his body despite the reeking liquid all over her. "It was amazing and beautiful to watch you, just like Mom said."

He gave them both a grateful smile. Melissa gave her mother a significant look. "Mom, were you planning on taking the enema stuff with you on your trip?"

Her mother understood immediately. "Why no, love. Why don't you take it with you? It seems like you might be able to use it."

"Could we?" Keith blurted, totally unashamed of his eagerness now that he'd been reassured that his mother and sister didn't consider him a pervert or a freak.

"Absolutely, love," his mother beamed at him, before sobering. "But now, we've got some cleanup to do. Keith, will you grab a towel off the bar, wipe down your feet so you don't track any of this stuff on the carpet in the hall, and bring back as many towels from the linen closet as you can carry and then start wiping all this up? Melissa, if I'm going to get your pussy shaved, I need you to take the scissors in the top left drawer and trim away everything you can reach without poking or cutting yourself, and then sit in the tub to let it soak while I help your brother clean all this."

Melissa stepped gingerly over the slippery, wet floor and retrieved the scissors, sitting on the edge of the tub out of the way of the others while she clipped all the soft, red pubic hair she could see until there was nothing left but a ragged stubble. She put the scissors away and eased herself into the tub, immediately taking the soap and scrubbing herself down to rid herself of the stinking slime. She idly watched her mother and brother and almost had to laugh. She couldn't imagine anyone else doing such a filthy, disgusting job with such big smiles on their faces, but they kept looking at each other, and occasionally over at her, with such love in their eyes that Melissa felt a lump grow in her throat. "I love you guys so much," she murmured.

"And we love you, too, beautiful girl," her mother replied, her eyes shining. She shook her head in amazement as she continued to mop and wipe down all the soiled surfaces, "Every time I think I can't possibly love the two of you any more, then something else incredible happens and I realize that yes, I can love you more. Okay," she said to Keith, "That's good. Will you take all this down to the laundry while I take care of your sister's, well, grooming?" she smiled. "And when you get back, I think we should probably drain this dirty tub water and all take a shower together to get everything else off before we get into bed. Okay, my lover?" she asked her son.

He grinned and said, "Sure thing, Mom," and bent to pick up the dirty towels.

After Keith was gone, Margaret stepped into the tub and asked Melissa to sit on the corner with her legs splayed widely. Once Melissa had complied, her mother sat down in the tub, moved close to her daughter, and thoroughly soaped up the entire front of her vulva where the hair had been clipped. Taking the razor, she showed the girl how best to shave each area and how to guard the delicate areas as she did.

Once the shaving was done and the soap rinsed off, Margaret asked her daughter, "So how does that feel?"

Melissa ran her fingers over the smooth flesh. "I like it," she smiled shyly. "You're right, it really is more sensitive. Hmmm," she sighed with a heavy-lidded look at her mother, "I can't wait to feel your lips on it."

Margaret smiled endearingly, "You're reading my mind, girl. But first," she said more directly, "I need you to do the same for me."

"Really? You trust me? What if I cut you?" her daughter fretted.

"Honey, you won't," her parent reassured her. "Do it the way I showed you and it'll be fine, and you need the practice if you're going to be doing this every day from now on. Now get up so we can swap positions."

Melissa did as she was bid, and was making good progress on shaving her mother's pussy when Keith returned. "That looks interesting," he leered, bending in close.

"You're welcome to watch, love," his mother greeted him, "But before you do, would you also please give the whole room a good dose of that air freshener spray on the back of the toilet?" which the boy did before returning to kneel beside the tub, his eyes only a foot from his mother's vulva. His eyes gleamed and he kept swallowing in fascination.

Finally, their mother pronounced herself satisfied with Melissa's work, and they spent the next ten minutes all together under the shower spray, scrubbing themselves clean. Keith kept running his fingers over the smooth surface of his mother's and sister's cunt, entranced with the feel.

When they were at last dried off and lying together on their mother's wide bed, she looked at her children expectantly. Keith finally broke the silence. "So, Mom, do you still want me to try putting my hand all the way up inside your ass?"

"Oh, more than ever, my love," Margaret answered with a smoky light in her eyes. "Everything we just went through actually started out with me trying to get ready for you to do that. Melissa, do you still want Keith to fuck your ass?"

"Oh, yes," her daughter answered fervently. She was eager to experience that amazing filled-up feeling she'd felt with the enema again.

"All right then my loves, let's do this..." and their mother, after retrieving their trusty bottle of baby oil for later use, positioned Melissa on her back in the middle of the bed, taking a position straddling her daughter's face with her butt pointed in the direction of Melissa's feet. "Sweetie, if you pull your legs up, your brother with be able to fuck your butt easily."

"And I'll be able to lick your cunt easily, too," Melissa said in a tone indicating she didn't think her mother was being very subtle.

"Oh, would you? That would be ever so nice!" her mother said, too sweetly, and both she and Melissa laughed. "Okay, Keith, I believe both your women are ready for you. Once you get your cock comfortably into your sister's ass, then you should be able to focus on ripping me wide open," she said in a husky tone.

"Mom!" Keith cried, "I would never want to hurt you!"

Their mother twisted her neck around to face her son, "I was kidding, son. Well not kidding, but maybe exaggerating just a little. And while I don't ever want you to injure me, as I think you've noticed, there are times when I very much do want you to hurt me, just a little." She regarded him with a smoldering expression. "This is one of those times. Ohhhh!" she gasped as she felt her daughter's tongue slip into the oozing crevice of her cunt folds. "Hoh! I think your sister is trying to tell us it's time to stop talking and start fucking," she gasped.

Melissa had indeed grown impatient, and was glad that her mother had responded to her unsubtle hint. She quickly established a comfortable rhythm in her incestuous cunnilingus, stretching her tongue out to push it into her mother's very wet cunt hole and then bringing it back to lazily flick the tip of her engorged clitoris and then resuming the cycle again. She could tell by the way her mother was starting to pant and moan – and the way the woman kept grinding her crotch against Melissa's face – that she was becoming more aroused. The plump girl smiled to herself. The more she licked pussy, whether her mother's or Stephanie's, the more she liked it. There was just something about the closeness of it – the absolute intimacy – that made it truly special with a woman she loved.

At that moment, Melissa felt one of Keith's slippery fingers push past her anal sphincter – quite easily, she noted, after the enema experience. She clenched the muscular ring around her brother's finger a couple of times to acknowledge that she knew he was there before she consciously relaxed again in an unspoken invitation for more. He readily obliged by inserting another finger and thrusting the pair deeply into her recently emptied and cleaned bowels. She moaned with pleasure at the welcome intrusion and heard her mother coaching, "Yeah, that's my baby. Keep stretching her little asshole out – I don't think it's going to be long before she's ready for you."

`I'm ready now!' Melissa thought to herself and tried to urge her brother to pick up the pace by tugging her knees closer to her chest and thus opening herself even more fully to her brother's incestuous impalement. To her relief, Keith immediately added a third finger to his thrusting, and this pushed tightly enough against her constricting sphincter that she finally felt like his effort was doing some good in preparing her to receive his hard cock. The pubescent girl concentrated on relaxing her anal ring to allow him to push even further into her distended orifice, grunting with the odd combination of discomfort and intense erotic stimulation his fingers produced. She excitedly slid one hand down into her own cunt and began to tease and flick her clitoris, heightening her arousal even more.

"Jeez, Keith," she heard her mother exclaim. "How much do you have shoved into her?" Melissa felt him withdraw his fingers. Apparently he'd held them up to show his mother, because she spluttered, "Criminy, son! Don't you think that's enough? I'm the one who wants to be fisted here; she just wants your cock. Now start fucking so you can take care of me, too!"

Silently whispering, `Thank you, Mom', Melissa focused on willing her anus to relax. It wasn't long before she felt the soft, rubbery tip of her brother's iron-hard prick pushing up against her asshole. She impatiently tried to encourage him to not waste any more time by thrusting her hips backwards, silently imploring him to enter her. When he still appeared to hesitate, in exasperation she finally pulled her face away from her mother's genitals and snapped, "God's sake, Keith, fuck me with that thing! I'm ready now! I want you inside me! I- hoooooshhh!" she inhaled sharply as her brother savagely buried the entire length of his shaft in her rectum, the front of his pelvis slamming roughly into her fleshy buttocks.

Their mother chuckled. "Nice to know there's at least one way to make her be quiet. Now, as your sister so firmly instructed, fuck the hell out of her ass while you start working on me!"

Melissa resumed licking her mother's pussy, starting to focus more on tantalizing her clit now that she knew Keith was going to begin the process of working his whole hand into her ass. From her limited vantage point she couldn't actually see her mother's anus, just a length of her brother's arm from above the wrist and up, but she could follow the action pretty well from her mother's instructions and commentary, a monologue that grew more hoarse and more profane as her son wormed more and more of his hand into his mother's nether orifice.

Finally, Keith informed her that he'd been able to insert all four fingers and most of his palm into her. "Are you ready to go for the thumb, too?" he asked.

"Ohhhhh! Y- yeah, I think so. Hang on a sec. Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!" she puffed. "Need to get used to this- ohhhh, God! A little longer. Mel, you can start going to town on my clit. If I'm already coming I won't care what gets shoved up- hoh! My ass!"

Melissa obeyed and began to furiously lash her mother's turgid clitoris with her tongue, alternately suckling it as if it were a nipple. Her mother exploded into a constant, hysterical stream of shrieks, moans, and profanity almost instantly. "Haahhh! Hoh! Yes, baby! Suck my clit! Hoh, God! Hunngghh! Hoofff! Oh, shit! Keith! Do it! Hoh, God! Give it to me! I'm starting to come! Haaggghhhh! Quick! Fuck my ass! Fuck it, Keith! All of you inside me! Hoh, God! Yesss! Fuuuuuck! Oh, shit, I can feel it! Oh, God, Keith, push it in! Push it in! Push it in! Haagggggggghhhhhhhh!"

And with that final, incoherent gagging sound, Melissa could feel the telltale throbbing of her mother's clit and knew she was climaxing. She braced herself to feel and swallow the golden shower that was sure to follow and just as expected, within a few seconds of the start of her orgasm, a hot, acrid flood fell onto Melissa's face. She opened her mouth widely to catch all she could, swallowing repeatedly with delight.

Through all this, her brother had been steadily thrusting his cock in and out of Melissa's accommodating anus and the added depraved thrill of drinking her mother's urine ratcheted up her level of arousal considerably. She began to moan and writhe with pleasure as her brother's hips smashed into her butt cheeks and his eager cock plunged deeply into her entrails. She could feel the first warning tingles within her cunt that an orgasm was starting to build and she increased the tempo of her masturbation, reveling in the amazing feeling of sharing all their most perverted fantasies in such a loving way.

Margaret, for her part, had barely slowed down after that initial climax. With her son's hand and most of his lower arm enveloped by her bowels and her daughter continuing the relentless assault on her clit, she never even came down fully from the orgasm, but immediately started into another, and then another, each one stronger than the last, each one bouncing her like a skimming stone on a pond to the next place. She could no longer even form words, her vocalizations having degenerated into hoarse howls punctuated by sharp barks as a new, ecstatic sensation shot through her voluptuous frame. Sweat beaded on her skin and rolled off, her soft flesh jiggled obscenely, and her entire body shook and shuddered. She vaguely heard her children yelling and knew that they were sharing a climax, too. Then all the sounds began to dim and grow distant and blackness crept into her peripheral vision. Then nothing.

Melissa knew instantly when her mother blacked out shortly after she and Keith had begun a mutual climax by the way her body suddenly went limp and pressed down against her face, but there was absolutely nothing she could do while in the all-consuming grip of the orgasm. She could feel her brother's prick pulsing and jerking and knew that he was emptying himself into her, and desperately tried to ensure she could get enough air as her body writhed and convulsed.

Finally, the twelve-year-old girl's body relented and surrendered control once more to her conscious mind. She was able to croak in a severely muffed voice, "Keith, Mom's passed out again. Can you help get her off me?'

"Uh, yeah," he responded. "Hang on and let me get my arm back out of her."

His sister gave her head a vicious wrench to extract enough of it from under her mother's fleshy thighs to breathe properly. "Your arm? I thought she just wanted a hand."

"Hey, you heard her," Keith said defensively. "She said to push it in, push it in. So I did."

"H-how far did you get?" she asked, stunned.

"Past my elbow," he acknowledged, sounding equally shocked. There was an obscene, wet, sucking sound and then Keith announced, "Okay, I've got my hand free. Mom's sort of slumped over to your right, so if you can keep pushing her that way, I think we can get her on her back."

The seventh-grade girl did so and soon their mother was lying comfortably on her back, snoring softly now. Her two children looked at each other. "Now what?" Keith wondered.

Melissa pondered for a moment. They knew they had to all get up early in the morning and it seemed like everything depended on whether their mother was going to rouse or stay asleep for the rest of the evening. Finally she suggested, "Why don't we make sure all our stuff is ready to go for the morning and then see if Mom has woken up by then. Just in case, I knew she said she was going to take us over to Stephanie's at 4:00 in the morning – do you have any idea how much time ahead of that we should set the alarm?"

Keith glanced over at the clock and frowned. "I think she may have already set it – it looks like the alarm light is on."

Melissa heaved her spent body off the bed and walked around to the nightstand, studying it to determine how to see what the alarm time was, shaking her head sheepishly when she saw there was actually a button labeled `Alarm Time'. She pushed it and saw that it was set for 3:30. "Wow," Melissa commented sardonically, "I guess she wasn't planning on doing anything but dressing and putting on makeup." She noted that it was already after 11:00 p.m. "We need to get to sleep, too. Let's get our suitcases ready and brush our teeth and get back into bed with Mom. Oh, and here, let's pull up a blanket over her before we do."

Margaret's children quietly went about their final preparations while she remained oblivious, rousing only enough when they got into bed on either side of her and snuggled in close to mumble, "L'v oo."

"We love you, too, Mom," they both whispered, and Keith turned out the light.