Family Business

It was her cousin who had the idea. She was high, he was high - the codeine dull and heavy in their heads or making their heads heavy and dull - and he murmured to her, shoulder against shoulder (their bodies equally heavy, feeling dulled), "we should. They should. Watch us," and she'd murmured something back, more likely just a "mm", but it felt like a yes. They'd laughed as best they could, thick-tongued and sleepy, nodding, and together but separate their minds spun into the lucid dreams of nodders, led by desire and Morpheus, of rutting in the long grass of some field, watched by two shadowy figures with no particular distinction between them...

God knows how he'd really made it happen; Charlie, the older cousin, the one who'd initiated her into incestuous embraces and the idea that semen is best pumped into one by familiar blood and tissue, had ways of making things happen in her absence. She could leave one scene and arrive back to him with another set up in its place, all props where they should be. Magically, mysteriously complete, as if nothing had ever been different. It had always been this way with him, and Charlotte - even their names, he had convinced her, so similar, were signs of their incestuous belonging - found nothing different this time. Likewise, as before, she did not question how he organised things so smoothly, so swiftly (so effortlessly, as if the world was just a part of his plan), preferring to believe it was a sign of their rightness in being together that Charlie could so easily get things done; nothing stood in their way.

More so, no one did. Least of all the people she'd thought might. Charlotte's father - Charlie's uncle - and Charlie's father, Charlotte's uncle. Even the field - oh, he'd found a field for her, the grass long enough to stroke her bare backside when she lay down in it - had become a part of this new reality he had made for her. Charlotte had no doubt that, with Charlie in control of organising it all, everything would be so smooth; their fathers' would join in without so much as a glance of worry or moral concern.

She did, however, note their glances at her. They had driven to the field, Charlie and her, parking in a wooded turning, and only after the car's engine had been shut off did she remove the only garment she had brought with her; the thin wool blanket fell down her legs, whispering against her skin, til it lay silent over her feet.

"We're here," Charlie said, unnecessarily. His hands were tight on the steering wheel but his gaze was easy on her, pale blue eyes flickering up and down her body. It was her body but it was his body, just like his was hers too. Their bodies had been part of each other, she had felt his fingers, his tongue, his lovely cock reaching into her, sliding into her deepest parts, and her flesh had clenched tight around him, urging him to stay even when they were both spent, to keep their flesh locked together in intimate filling embrace. Likewise, she had held his cock in the wet snugness of her mouth long after she'd drank down the last drop of his semen, and most times he had grown hard and long in her mouth again, filling her up to the back of her throat and giving her more of himself to drink down, squirting himself into her one end or the other.

Now, she sat naked in the car, an eager maenad ready for a Bacchanalia. Charlie, still dressed (he wanted her to undress him in front of their fathers, unzip him, draw out his freed cock from its cotton confines), reached out and clasped her breast in his palm, his fingers softly squeezing the buoyant flesh. Already Charlotte could feel the rushing blood and vital wetness between her legs, knew her pussy would be keen and moist for penetration by the time they were in the field. In agreement, her clitoris rose from its hood; she felt its enthusiasm pumped throughout her labia, the fleshy confines of her inner womanhood, and it was all she could do not to take out the bounty of Charlie's manhood in the car and ride him against the seat, his firm length thick and full and unyielding inside her. Charlie, underneath his clothes, was a man beset with both muscle and fat, a bounty of which was hidden under a lesser bounty of the other; he was thick, heavy-set, soft and firm, and somehow all the more alluring for his un-Herculean physique.

"Are you looking forward to it?" he asked. Charlie was never over-confident or needlessly anxious; he spoke as he acted, as if every thought and idea of his was enough for the universe to do as he desired. He watched easily as Charlotte wetted her lips with the nib of her moist tongue. "Yes, and no," she answered.

"We'll all enjoy it," Charlie said calmly, eyes twinkling. Anxiety was not, to all appearances, something he suffered. And why should he, on this moment of moments, with his alluring sweet-budded, warm-breasted cousin beside him, and her belonging to him, be anything but serene? Belonging to him and to be shared with his and her father. The thought was intoxicating to him, and the reality was sure to be more heady, more consuming. His passions and his loins would be enflamed, his flesh brought to new raptures. He squeezed Charlotte's breast reassuringly and possessively, and saw her lips part in stifled desire. Not only would his cock, his spunk, be pumped into her today, but his father's and her father's, and maybe there would be some result from it. He didn't care for the thought of a baby except the private glee it brought him of owning her in another way; but the thought of her breasts engorged with milk, swollen by impending motherhood, and her belly ripe and round like a fertility idol brought to life, made him feel powerful, more manly... more godly, to make such changes stir in a body. And in his cousin's body, family totally claimed by family. Why look anywhere else but the family tree for fruit?

He asked, "won't we?" but gave no opportunity for answer as he leaned into her naked form, planting a dry kiss on her open mouth. Almost immediately his tongue made its entrance into that little moist chasm, brushing her tongue, feeling her heartbeat jump under her breast under his hand. She nodded as he withdrew, and they both smiled.

"Let's go," Charlie said. He noticed her slightest hesitation at the reality of walking into a field naked, fully exposed, and wondered what she was afraid of; of being seen naked, or of being naked altogether? He didn't so much as soothe her fears as he pushed them away entirely; he assisted in removing her from the car and made it clear without having to say anything that here there was no place for doubt or prudishness, no need for it. "They'll be waiting."

Without being high to smother her natural anxiety, Charlotte was left only with her sexual desire to battle her nerves. Not impressed by how they were battling now, she was at least comforted by the thought that all nerves but ones for pleasure would be confined to temporary oblivion once she had a cock deep inside her, once she felt the heavy weight of a man - her cousin, her father, her uncle - on top of her, keeping her held between their bodies and the flat of the field. Was she ashamed of her desire, Charlie and her's incestuous vision? Not at all. Yes, Charlie had initiated her into true incest, into the supposed purity of family flesh and spunk, but hadn't she pleasured herself to the thought since she'd left for college?

Hadn't she, upon glimpsing her father's penis hanging ripe and uncut upon his groin when she had left her bedroom as he left the bathroom one morning - the morn of her leaving - immediately gone back to her room, marveling at the size she had seen, and felt a flare of jealousy that her mother had felt that heavy organ thick and firm inside her? And hadn't she consoled herself with her fingers, and the thought of dear desired daddy discovering his desire for her, seeking her out in his wife's absence, to plunge that hot potent cock inside her pussy, filling her up so snugly it would feel like something was always missing as long as he wasn't in her? Indeed, she lusted after her desires of incest for so long that she had unwittingly guarded her virginity with ease; there was never any desire or thought for other cock, not even a place in her heart for a college sweetheart to try.

And then she had found Charlie again, years after their last seeing each other, both sexually potent; desire and heat haunted their flesh, and in that silent way that true lovers are drawn, without words being needed to state or hint their intentions, they fell not so much into bed together but onto it.

The first night was spent exploring each other with a slow strip-off of clothing, each layer discarded slowly so as to savour one another. She remembered how Charlie had fondled her breasts, ripe with blood and tingling with arousal under his big hands. He had massaged her nipples gently between his fingers and then sucked them, in turn, less gently in his mouth, between his teeth, making her nerves shudder, causing her heart to quicken, calling forth a wetness between her throbbing cunt, aching beneath her dampening knickers.

He had, she'd sensed, reveled in the satisfaction he brought to her, making her desire his triumph, and without letting her do anything to him but feel the large organ firm in his trousers, he had peeled away her trousers, her knickers, bringing her tender pussy to light, untouched but for her fingers. How Charlie had changed that! He lavished his attention on her wet vagina like it was all that existed of her; he petted her labia and its small crop of hair, parted the puffy lips and made her moan as he teased with his probing, insistent fingers, before he'd even entered her. He made her clit rise and tremble, made her so wet her juices left a dark patch on the sheets, and brought her, shaking and gasping, to the edge of a height of pleasure she had never before felt. Only then did he offer his own nakedness, taking his weighty, erect penis from his pants, offering it to her hands.

Flushed and made giddy with desire, she handled it only momentarily, enough to run her hands along its length, to feel the cut head, gooey with precum, to appreciate its weight in her hands. Her clit was thrumming with the urge to have her make him enter her, to feel her cunt tense and hold his cock inside her. But first - Charlie insisted - he wanted to feel her delightful mouth, her luscious little lips soft around his hard cock.

"Suck it," he'd insisted gently. She indulged him, delighted. Feeling his cock's weight and length and throbbing inside her mouth, against the back of her throat, she wondered how much more pleasurable and downright euphoric it could make her inside her pussy. She knew she would be tight for him, her cousin, and only wished she could feel what he would feel as his virile length sunk into her inch by inch, as her tightness and warmth hugged around his cock.

She sucked and licked and fondled and silently rejoiced as the head of his cock hit against the back of her throat, as he groaned her name under his breath repeatedly. She felt his precum leak against her tongue, against her throat, tasted her cousin's flesh and fluid and thickness, and knew wholeheartedly she had got what she wanted all along. She had sighed around him, desperately longing to feel this mighty organ of pleasure deep in her, thrusting its potent liquid into her, gush by gush, and with that thought, even without Charlie touching her, her stomach had rolled so heavily and her clit reacted so excitedly that she was sure within moments she would be climaxing.

But as if he sensed her immediate urgency, he had suddenly pulled his penis from the lush warmth of her mouth, disrupting her private thoughts and bringing back to her the reality that it was so soon to happen. Almost taunting her, Charlie again touched her breasts, fondling them softly as if he were stroking a new, wary puppy. All she could do was groan, the sensations of her body so powerful her mind had abandoned itself to the flesh entirely. She fell back on the bed, legs spread and pulled Charlie down onto her, rejoicing in his weight on top of her, loving with all her heart and libido the heaviness of his cock pressing between her open legs.

"Take me," she'd groaned breathlessly. "Take me, Charlie."

Wordlessly, smilingly, Charlie guided himself into her. He watched as his cousin gasped at his head stretching her fresh virgin pussy apart for the first time ever, as Charlotte's back arched as his length plummeted into her wet depth, encasing his hard cock in her tight warm flesh.

Ejaculating wasn't even on his mind, so thoroughly was he enjoying pumping in and out of her, sliding his whole length out before thrusting back into her to his root. She grabbed at his back with clammy hands, sweat-sheened with lust, pressing his body against hers. Their mouths met, their tongues writhed around one another's, they each felt like they were becoming one person. Together they reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, felt the euphoria of pleasure, grunting and gasping, hot against one another, until finally and suddenly Charlie felt his cock jerk uncontrollably inside his cousin's tight flesh, felt his hot gush of spunk releasing inside her; he heard her groan with ecstasy, heard the groan turn to a scream of desire made vocal, and felt her fingernails in his back. Gasping, his cock shuddered the last spurts of his semen into Charlotte, and he stopped himself falling against her so he could grab at her breasts, dizzy with his release but still wanting - needing - hers.

"Come for me," he softly hissed, grasping her tits and still thrusting as much as he could, hard as he still was, in her, eager, desperate to feel her climax around him.

"Charlie," she panted. "Charlie-!"

"Come on, lovely, let me make you come." His hands were heavy on her breasts, palms rubbing against her nipples, fingers leaving their marks against her soft flesh, until he finally felt her pussy tense and relax and tense again in sudden swift orgasm, his delightful cousin pushed over the edge by him, her hard fast orgasm racking her whole body and making her tremble head to toe. She had thrown her head back, mouth open in a mute scream of frenzied passion, and he had closed his eyes in the bliss of a dream realised, a passion come to life. Oh God, how much it had meant for him to feel his cousin orgasm underneath him, for her body to be entered by him, for their hot flesh to meet together and for his seed to be released into her loving, aching, needing hole.

And so it had begun, his incestuous conquest of his cousin, his secret hope to discover his seed's potency in her body, to see her breasts grow large - larger - and her body bigger with his doing. Not only that, the warmth and dripping wetness of her cunt alone was enough to inflame his passion, his lusty appetite, and he loved all of her - but all heart's have their secret dreams and glories, don't they?

All the same, one way or another, he wanted all of her, and each night, over and over, they fell together in passionate carnal embraces, hungry for each other and driven by making the other come the hardest, to make the other want them all the more.

Now, both standing outside the car, his hand around her arm, thinking of all the desires and moments that had led to this moment. Though they were both still delighted by their hunger for the other, they could - and had - both admitted openly the thrill of further incestuous relationships, of having Charlotte's and Charlie's respective fathers plunge into her. For Charlie there was the added excitement of that toxic competitive jealousy that would so naturally arise, even in thought, of his own father entering his claimed beloved. For Charlotte, Charlie knew she had entertained masturbatory fantasies of her father's cock deep inside her, claiming her rightfully as a father, needing his cock in her just to feel willingly possessed by his appetites. They had briefly entertained ideas and guesses as to the secret landscapes of their fathers' minds as to why they would so readily agree to such taboo desires. But what answer could they come up with other than desire itself? And desire was a beast held by no chains when it grew too large, that they knew. So that was that. So, with nothing else to think on, and only reality to be made now, they walked on, Charlotte naked and held by Charlie, Charlie clothed and feeling like an owner of some rare exotic creature, making their way to the field.

Approaching it, they saw uncle and father a little way off from each other, one waiting with apparent impatience, the other smoking, impatience less revealing. As if it were an ordinary day, a commonplace event, Charlotte watched her father turn - he was the one smoking - and wave. She saw the joyous smile on his face, and automatically responded with her own, suddenly jumping up, nakedness forgotten until she felt her breasts bounce against her ribs, felt a whisper of the wind lick against the hairs of her pussy. Charlie, beside her, found himself surprised by the flickering flame of jealousy at Charlotte's glee at her father's presence; he would have to fuck her doubly hard than either her father or his could, make her squeal and scream louder than they would. He would bring her to rapturous glee and make her remember he was the start of hers, and would be the continuance of it.

His heartbeat doubled as she turned back toward him and smiled. He glanced quickly at her breasts flushed pink by the breeze, over the quivering hairs of her already swollen cunt, and reassured himself that he had made this happen, for him and for her, and anyone that caused her joy here today was because of him. He stifled his rapid jealousy, knowing that anything that happened here today, she would only thank him for it.

Charlie grabbed her hand and squeezed it in his before, almost childishly impulsive, he started to run, dragging her until she ran too. She laughed giddily beside him, and they reached the men who had fathered them, greeting them breathlessly. As he straightened himself, breath coming more easy, Charlie noticed his father and uncle both were looking only at Charlotte. Almost as an afterthought, his father shook Charlie's hand, clasping it between his. His uncle followed suit, and almost immediately after they were back to watching Charlotte, like a hunter watching a doe in admiration before they fell it with a well-aimed shot. If Charlie wasn't imagining the tension, Charlotte either didn't or wouldn't notice it.

Having realised the worst of her anxiety - of appearing naked before her father and Charlie's - was already done, she no longer felt nervous or embarrassed; she was eagerly cupping her bosom in pretense of the wind whipping them cold, but really lifting them in her hands, presenting them to her father and uncle's eyes. She stood, too, with her legs farther apart than she normally would, her labia naturally parting, the curve of her vagina and the bud of her clit framed by her curly hair, attracting all three men's gaze to it. She was happy with being on show for her three family members, and excited for their private orgy to begin.

Who would be first to taste the dripping dew of her cunt? Who would finger her most deftly, reaching up higher and deeper into the tightness of her? Whose hands would she feel most heavily and hotly on her breasts, whose tongue and teeth would tormentingly tease the hard buds of her nipples, who would have her shrieking her hot lust into the sky? Already she could feel her stomach rolling in pleasurable anticipation for the cock's of her father, uncle, her beloved cousin. Oh, weren't they as eager to be in her as she was for them to be in her?

Oh, they were, but no man among them, not even Charlie, was aware of how things should proceed all of a sudden. They stood there, dumbly watching Charlotte as she toted her assets, eyes lingering over her shapely buttocks, roving up to her delightfully pert breasts, back down to the parted hairs of her pussy with the throbbing clit on show and her vagina taunting them, inviting them, but none of them with any idea of the order things should happen. Charlotte was about to scream her frustrations, until finally it was her doting cousin who suddenly stepped forward behind her, grasping her breasts from underneath and holding them up as she had been doing. A shock of pleasure ran from her breasts, through her stomach and down to her pulsing clit at the realisation Charlie was showing her off.