Twins Spread Their Love Ch. 08

Carl landed in Vegas and headed to the curbside. He was to meet his grand mother and take drive with her back to his family in northern California. As he shouldered his back pack, he thumbed his cell phone letting his Gram know that he was off of the plane. Walking through the door to the curb-side pickup, he could never have missed where his Gram was. There were three police officers leaning on a red Mercedes AMG talking to a lady inside; it had to be her.

As Carl walked up to the scene, he heard her say, "Oh, here he comes now. Thank you officers for your patience. And do come catch my show sometime, you won't regret it." As he stepped up to the car, the officers parted allowing him access to the door. He immediately saw what had attracted the entire sector of protection for the arrivals.

Looking into the car he saw that his grandmother was wearing the shortest possible tight dress with a front that was split down almost to her navel. She had her legs turned at an angel with them slightly spread. His eyes went immediately to the area on which the local law enforcement had been conducting surveillance. He could see clearly that Katrina wore no panties and was giving the boys in blue quite the show of her bald pussy.

"Oh, baby, you drive," she said as Carl made to enter the car. "And let's put your bag in the back," she added as she made to open her car door. One of the officers had seized the opportunity and moved to her side. Opening the door for her he positioned himself for the perfect crotch shot as she departed the car. He wasn't disappointed. Katrina's dress moved all the way up revealing the tiny patch of golden blonde hair that she kept above her lips. As she stood, she tugged at her hemline pulling it back down.

Carl stepped to the rear of the car as the trunk popped open. Lifting it he made to lay his bag inside but he encountered a full trunk. Katrina had packed it almost full of the things that she was taking on the trip. She stepped beside him and leaned over to rearrange the inside of the trunk. Immediately the officers formed a ring at the rear of the car and watched as Katrina rewarded their efforts with a show of her magnificent ass. After fussing around a bit, she was able to make room for Carl's bag and then, taking an offered hand from one of the cops, she stepped onto the curb. Another ran to open her side door and was immediately joined by the others for the final show. This time her hemline lifted further than before and they were all rewarded with a lasting show of her pretty blonde-crested quim. She left her hemline as it was as they shut the door.

"Toodle loo," she said to the boys in blue as Carl made to pull away. As they departed the curb, Katrina leaned over and kissed Carl on the cheek. "So good to see you Carl. Sorry about that. They were telling me that I had sat there too long. But they had me sitting there far longer after they arrived than I was before. Nice bunch of boys. How was your flight?" she ambled.

"It was good, Gram, it's great to see you too," said Carl as he glanced at her still-visible pussy. Katrina made no effort to pull her skirt down. Carl glanced up and could see that by the way she was turned to face him, her right nipple was exposed. His Gram was a total sexpot. Though she had never behaved quite like this before. Sure, she had given him a random upskirt shot before or a little more than allowed cleavage, but nothing as brazen as this display. He felt that familiar urge in his groin and the plans started to formulate in his head. Now he REALLY wanted to fuck his grand mother.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

'Just for that pussy!' he thought. "I could use a bite," he said.

Katrina leaned over and playfully bit her grandson on his ear. "There ya go," she said as they both laughed. "Head out 215 and we'll get outta this mess before traffic gets crazy and we'll stop and get us something to eat," she added.

Carl was loving it. Here he was driving one of the hottest cars with one of the hottest Vegas show girls next to him and her pussy and tits were on not-so-private display. Many of the trucks and SUVs that passed them would slow and drive along side them until Carl sped up and spoiled their show. Katrina was definitely a head turner and she had probably caused quite a few wrecks over the years by riding like she did.

She turned even more towards him and started talking. Now that sweet cunt was staring Carl right in the eye. She asked all of the regular familial questions about how everyone was and all that. When she inquired about Cynthia, the conversation turned a little. "So, you and your sis are eighteen now. Any change in that girl's behavior or is she still a raging tease?" she asked.

The question took Carl by surprise. He never thought of Cyn as a 'Tease', but he guessed that to others, she may have come off that way. "Oh, she's still a pistol," he said remembering the wonderful time that he had just spent with her and her friend Brenda just last night.

"She giving up that ass yet?" asked Katrina, point blank.

Carl almost swerved off the road. Between the show he was getting, the thoughts of his sister and memories of recent sex with her, and now this. "Well, I ... uh ... I'm not sure, Gram. I mean we ... uh ... we don't talk much about those things," he lied.

"Bull shit, Carl. I know that you and little Cyn share everything. I know that if she's giving it up, she'd tell you. And if the boy wasn't treating her right; I know you'd kick his ass," she said forcefully.

She was dead to right and Carl knew it. He was squirming now. His Gram knew him and his sister all too well and he had out and out lied. Gram knew what was what. She knew how hormones raged around their household. He had seen all too often her flirtatious nature around them and its effect on his dad. He thought, 'Wait, had dad fucked her? He knew that it was all so easy when, recently, the whole family started fucking each other. Was it some sort of inherited thing?' His mind started reeling. Now he was scheming. How could he turn this to his advantage? "Well, I'm pretty sure she's sexually active," he said toying.

"How sure are you. Have you seen her with someone?" asked Katrina? "Is it a boy or a girl?" she added.

"She's not pregnant, Gram!" said Carl.

"No, silly. I mean is she screwing a boy or a girl? Or both?" she asked.

Carl squirmed a little. "Well, maybe ... I mean ... well ... I don't know if I should be the one to say anything. I mean after all, she's her own girl," he said.

"She is! I knew it. I knew that my grand baby would be a sexpot! And I bet you are too, aren't you? You giving that thing to anyone?" she asked playfully pointing at his crotch.

Carl just looked at her and smiled. "So how is work?" he asked. "You still doing shows?"

"Don't try that shit on mean young man. Stick with the subject. You dipping your wick in anything?" she asked grabbing his arm.

Carl looked down at the bare pussy beside him. It was glistening. Katrina was getting turned on talking about this. He grinned and shook his head. "Maybe," he said as he floored the accelerator and zipped past a truck that had been staring up his Gram's dress.

"I gotta know. Details; I want details. And slow this thing down. I don't know the troopers in Nevada and I'm sure that ME showing them this thing won't get YOU out of a ticket," she said as she opened her legs and showed her pussy to him even more.

Carl looked down at his Gram's cunny. It was so wet. He glanced back at the road and then back at her crotch several times.

"Oh, you like the way this looks?" she asked as she put her fingers to her pussy lips. She spread them apart letting her grandson see her opening. "Tell you what, take the next exit. It is a frontage road that goes along the interstate. And I'll give this thing a rub while you tell me the details of your first pussy," she said pointing to the exit.

Carl turned on the signal and changed lanes. The Mercedes scooted along the exit and onto the all-but-deserted side road. "Pull into here," said Katrina pointing to an abandoned gas station. Carl complied and stopped the car under one of the old overhangs inside the pump row. "So ... tell me all about it!" she said as she shifted in her seat. Her dress was up past her pussy hair now. Her hand went to her lips and she pulled them apart again.

Carl couldn't keep his eyes off of his grandmother's pussy. She toyed with her lips as he looked at the show.

"OK, boy, get to it. Tell me about your first fuck," she said as she dipped a finger inside herself to moisten it.

Carl's eyes were glued to his Gram's crotch. He had never seen his grand mother act like this. "Well ... it ... uh ... was at our house and ... uh ... I had ... uh ... fallen asleep ... uh .. with ... uh ... ," he stammered along.

"For God's sake baby. Just tell me. Tell your sweet nan. You can tell me anything. You know that," she said as she splayed her legs wide open and scooted her ass towards the boy so his view was better.

The effect was similar to a technique that is used to treat PTSD; 'Eye movement dissociative response'. The patient talks about his experiences while following complicated movements with his eyes. It has the effect of allowing him to talk about uncomfortable things without thinking about them. In Carl's case, it had the effect of truth serum. He watched as his sweet, sexy grandmother played with her beautiful pussy and he was totally distracted. He was unable to formulate the lie that he intended to use to cover the truth that he had fucked his sister.

"Well ... we kinda had always slept together growing up so it was no big deal," he said as he watched fascinated as Katrina thumbed her clit. He watched as she used her other hand to pull out one of her perfect tits. She began to thumb the nipple as she rubbed herself.

"Go on," she said.

"And I woke up with my hand on her tit and ... I could see her... uh pussy through her panties ... like just her mound and all ... and," his hand moved unconsciously to his stiffening cock. "I kinda masturbated and fell back asleep ... and later, she ... uh ... did the same thing ... you know, she masturbated too and but I didn't do anything with her then, and ... oh Gram, this is so hard watching you," he said.

"It's OK baby, just keep going. You're doing great. But when did you fuck her and who was she?" she asked.

"Well, that was later that night after I had gotten a ... uh... blow job ... from ... Mo- ... I mean, another girl," he lied.

Katrina didn't miss the slip. She stopped her clit play briefly and went back at it. Her mind was taking a new direction now. "So, when did you get this blow job?" she asked as she slipped her other tit out for him to see.

"Oh, wow, Gram, you look so good! You're so hot" he said.

"Thank you so much sweetie. Keep talking baby, tell your Gram about your sex. When did you get the blow job?" she insisted.

"We ... uh ... went to the mall and I was just looking at how hot she looked and I was fingering her and all and ... uh ... She just leaned over and sucked me off." He stammered on.

"Baby, you need to just let it go and tell your Grammy more details. I won't tell anyone and I don't care about any indiscretion you may have had. Baby, I don't even care if you fucked a sixteen-year-old. Just tell me," she demanded.

"Well, when we got home," he started. His gram had now spread her legs so much that one foot was on the dash and the other draped over his leg. Her pussy was so close. He could smell her sex wafting up to him from the seat. She had two fingers inside her now and was pumping herself. He stammered on mesmerized by the sex show before him, "And .. uh .. her and mom did a lingerie modeling show ... and ... uh ... OH SHIT!!!" Carl said as he realized what he had said.

Katrina stopped her finger banging and looked at her grandson. "It's ok, baby. TELL ME!!!" she demanded.

"Well, Gram, I fucked Cyn and the blow job was from mom!" he blurted out.

Katrina squirted juices all over him as she came. She began to thrust her hips up into the air as she fanned her clit with her hand and squeezed her tit like it was a slippery treasure trying to escape her grasp. Her eyes were closed tightly and she screamed, "OH MY GOD!!!That's so HOT!!! I'm coming. OH MY GOD!!! I love it! You fucked your sister. That is so fucking hot. And Glenda sucked your cock!"

"Yes, that's how it all started," he finished.

"Fuck me Carl!! You have to fuck me right now; right here. Pull that stiff cock out and give it to your Gram. You know you want this sweet pussy. C'mon baby. Do what your Gram needs. Give me that cock," she said as she reached over and began undoing his pants.

Carl accommodated and helped his grand mother slip his pants down. But there was no way they were going to be able to do this in the driver's seat. Like the pro sex master she was, Katrina flipped around and lay with her stomach on the car door presenting her ass to Carl.

Carl struggled but managed to get a foot on the floor board of the passenger side. The other he planted just behind his seat.

Katrina hiked her dress all the way up and continued to play with her clit. Carl had his stiff cock out in seconds and he wasted no time in shoving it into his Gram. The effect was instant. Katrina came again; screaming at the top of her lungs, "My God that thing is good. Push it baby. Shove that big thing into your Gram. Oh my GOD, You sweet boy! What a great cock you have!!! I'm coming again."

Carl almost came instantly. He had barely gotten the length of his dick into his Gram's cunny before she came. It set him off! He grabbed the older woman's hips and pounded her hard shoving her against the door causing her to use her hands to brace herself. He began dumping a huge load of cum into his granny as she screamed away.

"God, grandson! You sure know how to fuck a lady hard, baby. Come on pound me sweet heart. Fuck Gram like you did that hot sister of yours. Tell me, you fuck your momma too?" she yelled.

"Yes Gram, I fucked her too; her and Cyn so many times now. We fuck all the time and Dad fucks them too!!!" he said as he finished squirting his load into his hot grand mother's quim.

"Oh baby! That is just the hottest thing ever. C'mon, we gotta get to a hotel and bed down so I can treat my grand baby to a proper fuck. Pull them pants up and let's get back on the road. I wanna suck that thing and have you every way that I can," she said as she used her ass to push Carl back to his side of the car.

Carl stumbled back into the seat with his pants still down to his knees. He began to pull them up but was stopped by Katrina. "Hang on baby. I cannot have my grandson driving around with cum all over his crotch," she said as she leaned over to his lap. She took Carl's cock in her mouth and began to suck it clean.

It felt so good to have his Gram's mouth on his cock. He looked over at her ass that was still uncovered and sticking up in the air. It reminded him of when his mother had given him his first blow job. He reached over and touched his grand mother's ass. She moaned a little on his cock. The vibration felt good. He could feel himself getting harder by the second.

Katrina sensed that her grand son was going to want some more of her talents. She began to bob her head up and down on his semi-hard cock. With each move his dick became stiffer. Soon the boy's penis was rock hard again. She reveled in pushing her head all the way down onto his massive tool feeling it in the back of her throat as it slid into her esophagus.

Carl found his Gram's pussy. It was loaded with sticky cum. He dipped his fingers between her lips and scooped as much onto his fingers as he could. Pulling them out, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. He loved the taste of his cum mixed with his grand mother's juices. He went back for more shoving his fingers deep inside of her hole. He did this several times and always had a hand full of cum to eat.

Katrina knew what the boy was doing. She loved that he was enjoying the taste of his own cum and hers. 'Better in his gullet than on her seats,' she thought as she continued her loving blow job.

Carl began to finger his Gram occasionally dipping a finger in her ass. What an ass she had. He looked at the marvelous sight and felt the welling up of yet another load of cum for his grandmother. "I'm gonna cum again, Gram," he said.

"Do it baby. Let me taste some fresh of that cum of yours. Fill your Gram's mouth sweetie," she said then returning his cock to her mouth.

Carl obliged. He grabbed the back of his grand mother's head with his free hand as his other hand shoved his middle finger all the way into her ass. He shot so much cum into her mouth that she almost gagged. But her years of experience as a cock sucker kept that from happening. It was as if she opened a straight shot through her esophagus into her stomach. Cum poured in; seemingly by the gallon. She could feel the spasms of her grand son and the hot jizz shooting into her. She came.

The two sat back and enjoyed the brief post-coital rest after an acrobatic fuck and suck. Finally, Katrina spoke, "I'm going to need to get this car cleaned. Seems that I spooged all over the seat and console when I came the first time. God that was great," She leaned over and planted a kiss on Carl's mouth. It was the first time that he had really kissed his Gram. It was hot, but brief. "Let's get this show on the road. I got plans for you later my boy. Let's get some grub in you, you'll need the calories," she said as she made a half-hearted attempt to cover herself with the small dress. Carl pulled the AMG in gear and off they went.

The road-side fuck session was enough to hold them over till they stopped for the evening. They ate along the way and discussed all the familial sexcapades that had transpired over the recent past. Though reluctant to share it, Katrina let it out that she and Larry had been fucking each other for years and had included Glenda in their sex sessions after the two had married. Carl found it all fascinating and erotic. He stayed hard through most of the conversation.

"I think that your sister inherited my sexual overdrive gene," said Katrina as they pulled into the motel. "Seems she's quite the little minx," she added.

Along the way, Katrina had changed clothes putting on a pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt. Her tits were still an eye magnet for anyone they met. This was true as they stepped into the lobby of the Hampton Inn in Reno. The two clerks behind the counter stopped what they were doing and stared at the cloth-clad mountains laying on the counter.

"I believe we have a reservation for a suite, honey. Can you check that out for me or do you want to keep looking at these?" she said twirling her nipples with her fingers. As the male clerk turned a bright shade of red, the girl smiled and shook her head..

"I believe we have it right here. Are you Katrina?" asked the girl.

Katrina slid down the counter in front of the girl and smiling replied, "Yes, honey, that's me and you must be, Lisa," she said looking at the girl's name tag.

"Yes ma'am, I am," said Lisa as she began typing on the computer. "Do you wish to leave the room on the card on file?" she asked.

"That would be perfect, but don't you want to see my I.D., darlin'?" asked Katrina.

"That won't be necessary," she said. Then leaning forward, she whispered, "I caught your show in Vegas. I will never forget who YOU are." She added a wink.

"How flattering .... would you be so kind as to bring us up a bottle of red wine from your bar when you can?" asked Katrina returning the wink. She had eyed the young girl as the two had talked.

"Most assuredly ma'am," answered the young girl as she slid Katrina's card back across the counter.