"I thought you'd straightened things out with your wife?" Kitty asked John Branch.
He sheepishly answered, "I thought I had, too."
"Then what's the matter tonight?" Pulling the sheet over his stubbornly limp prick to cover his embarrassing inability to get it up, John Branch explained, "There's just something funny in the air at home, that's all. My wife's being too friendly. Saw me off at the door tonight, all smiles; when she made no fuss I was on my way over here to fuck. That's not like Claire when I lie to her about having to work late at the bank."
"Well, maybe she's finally wised up and found somebody of her own to fuck on the side."
"Christ, if only that were true!" John Branch sighed. "If I knew for sure that Claire's screwing around, then maybe we could level with each other and work out some kind of agreement to make us both happy. Stay married for convenience sake, but go our separate ways in bed. That'd be perfect. The perfect marriage."
"But you'd have to get the goods on her first, wouldn't you? Force her to deal on your terms?"
"Claire would never be that careless to let me walk right in on her while she's fucking somebody else," John said.
"Then you'll just have to catch her by complete surprise. On a night she thinks she's the last thing on your mind because you're too busy cheating across town. What better time for her to get it on with somebody herself? On a night… like this one."
John Branch had to admit that the idea made more than a little bit of sense. "But could I actually go through with something like this?"
"Look at it this way. You've got everything to gain and nothing to lose. If your wife's not screwing around when you come home early, you can just tell her that your business meeting was canceled."
"But what about me and you?" John asked. "This is our first night together in the apartment. I'm supposed to be fucking you tonight, not spying on my damned wife!"
"Let's face that, too. Your cock's not doing a thing as long as you're so worried about your wife," Kitty said bluntly. "So, for everybody's sake – yours, hers, and mine – why don't you settle this if you can. Tonight. Stop driving yourself crazy trying to get it up to fuck me when you could be getting your head back on straight by proving your wife's just as guilty as you are. Trust me. I just feel it in my bones that if you go home you'll catch the horny bitch sucking and fucking, red-handed!"
"Okay… I'll do it," John Branch said. "Just one thing, though. I want you there with me. Waiting in the car. So if I do catch Claire in the act, and we can go on to work things out between us, I can introduce you to her when the time is right. No more sneaking around. Everything has to be out in the open."
"Then what're we waiting for? I wouldn't miss it for the world!" Kitty said, having expertly maneuvered her father into the trap she'd set for him. "Let's go!"
With the three of them rested up, Claire Branch was thinking aloud about having her sons switch fuck-holes for the next time around. When the boys heard that, their hard-ons sprang back to life with jutting anticipation. At their age, they were always ready for more action, especially with a sexy bitch like their mother.
"C'mon, Andy," she said to her youngest, "slide underneath Mommy and slip her pussy full of your hard, young cock. I'm starting to need a pussyful of my boy's big cock real bad. It'll go perfect with Greg's cock in my ass, when your brother starts fucking me there."
A short time later Claire had both teenaged cocks firmly in place. Then, while the friction took hold in her pussy and slit-pit, she got as excited by something outside the house as from what was happening inside her body.
A car had just pulled up. Funny, Claire thought, how she could recognize certain, ordinary things if she listened for them. Like the particular sound of a particular door opening and closing. The door to her husband's Mercedes, for instance, she thought.
She heard the footsteps coming up the walk, onto the porch, the kind made by a bank president's expensive, but sensible, shoes. Claire's brain was buzzing as her ears intercepted these familiar sounds. The boys didn't pick up on them, they were too busy fucking their mother to listen to anything but her squishing cunt and asshole and their own gusting breath.
The front door inched open. The boys didn't notice, but their mother was wide-eyed and biting her lower lip with anticipation.
"No! Oh, my God, no, not this!" John Branch cried out as if he'd just been mortally wounded. "Anything but this!"
With his startling appearance, his sons panicked. Each tried to wrench his cock from his mother, but Claire clamped down with the muscles of her ass and cunt to hold them in place for the time being.
"Mom, this is hell breaking loose for Christ's sake!" Greg pleaded from behind. "C'mon, let me and Andy go so we can all get out of here before the old man kills us."
"Yeah, Mom!" Andy whispered. "It's everybody for themselves now!"
But Claire wouldn't budge any more than she'd permit her sons to do so. And looking her husband straight in the eye, she grinned from ear to ear, so sassy that her boldness made him take a step back.
"If you think this is bad, John," she said devilishly, "Just wait, it gets even worse. Or better, depending on how you look at these things!"
Outside in the car, Kitty impatiently watched for her mother's signal. But still with no sign from the house, there was a complication. Around the corner, a patrol car turned onto Glenrock Street, jumping out at Kitty from the rear-view mirror. She hadn't the slightest doubt who was driving the police car.
"Buster," Kitty muttered. "What a time for him to show up!"
A moment later, he'd parked behind her and was out the door, shining his flashlight her way.
Kitty was leaning out the window so her cousin could see her. "Damn it!" Kitty hissed, "Buster, it's me. And I don't have time to talk. Just be a nice boy and…"
She had started to tell him to go away, but just then, the signal from the house – her mother turning the lights off and on.
Buster couldn't help but notice that something was up, the way Kitty jumped when she saw those lights flicker. She realized that with his cop's curiosity, she wouldn't be able to get rid of him with a stick of dynamite.
So Kitty sighed. "All right, Buster, c'mon with me. Why not? You're family, too, after all. Just stay cool when we get inside, that's all I ask, and you'll find out everything you want to know and never expected to!"
Buster was so horny for Kitty that he'd have followed her anywhere. As she started for John's house, he trailed her like a puppy dog.
Kitty made her entrance, suddenly the center of attention at Glenrock Street.
"Well, here she is!" Claire Branch said gaily, while her breathless husband and sons acted like they were seeing a ghost. "Join in boys, you all know little Kitty, don't you?"
They all gulped.
"That is," Claire merrily continued, "you all think you know her, just because you've all fucked her. But there's more to our Kitty than just a piece of ass. Darling, show em… in, uh, black and white!"
With all eyes on her, Kitty reached down her blouse. She had stashed her birth certificate in her bra, nestled between her tits so it would be near at hand. She made the piece of paper swish aloud as she unfolded it with a flick of her wrist. She let it flutter to the floor, stepping back so it waited to be picked up and read.
At first, her father and brothers shrank away as if what she'd dropped in their midst were radioactive. But then John Branch finally edged forward, stooped over, and held it in his trembling hands before his glassy eyes.
"Good L-Lord!" he choked.
"It's official, John," his wife said. "You can see it there yourself, the town seal. It's her birth certificate, as sure as there's a center… and just as sure as we're her parents and she's our daughter!"
John Branch couldn't deny what was there in black and white. So now he turned to the teenaged mistress who was his daughter, asking the only question he could.
"Why?" he asked. "Why did you come back?"
"You ought to already know the reason for that, Daddy," Kitty told her father. "But just in case you need to be reminded, well, that's what tonight is all about."
As fast as she could get out of her clothes, Kitty stripped. Once she was naked, she jiggled toward the man whose jizz had given her life and knelt at his feet. The next thing John Branch knew, his fly had been unzipped, and his cock was out in the open.
"This time, Daddy, no way I'm gonna let you stay soft!"
Kitty took his entire cock into her mouth. Her suction was slurping poetry. John Branch was helpless in her oral grasp. Suddenly, his cock was rock-solid from his long-lost daughter's blowjob. The rest of his family watched her deep-throat John's prick.
He groaned, "Oh, God, I can't help myself! Now that I know she's my own little girl, my cock can't get hard enough for her! What kind of man am I?"
"The luckiest man in the world, I'd say," Claire Branch said. "Now if you're not the dumbest, you'll take advantage of it and fuck your little girl in the mouth as hard as you can!"
"Looks like I don't have much choice!" John sighed, his hips beginning to roll on their own so his prick pumped down Kitty's throat. "What's meant to be is meant to be!"
Having accepted fate, John was quickly in the groove. His hands went to his daughter's head and he guided her suction, making her mouth tug back and forth like a cunt on his cock.
With her husband hopelessly hooked on incest, Claire Branch turned to her sons and said, "Aren't your father and sister just beautiful together? She's just what he's always needed to turn him from a bank president into a decent human being – his own little girl. I'm so happy for him. So happy for all of us tonight!"
"Yeah, well, that's just the thing, Mom," Greg said, over his shock now. "Us. What about the rest of us? Are we supposed to stand around and watch Pop get all the action?"
"I said all of us, didn't I?" Claire said to her sons. "And since Kitty is the guest of honor… well, she's your sister just as much as she's your father's daughter, isn't she?"
"So?" the boys anxiously asked in the same voice.
"Your father's only fucking her mouth," Claire slyly noted. "That means there's plenty more of your sister to go around. Just there for the taking!"
Greg and Andy got the message and immediately went for it. When they reached Kitty, the only thing standing in the way of them fucking her was their old man's approval.
"Go ahead, boys," John Branch said. "She belongs to all of us now. Fuck her!"
Continuing to suck her father's prick, Kitty dropped to all fours and presented her puckered asshole and rear-spread pussy. Greg slid underneath, lining up his cock with her bald cunt, while Andy moved in behind to take aim on her shit-pit.
The Branch brothers put their big cocks into their sister together. Lurching forward from the impact, Kitty took her father's prick more deeply than ever down her throat.
"Ooh, fantastic!" Claire Branch cried. "My family's finally something I can be proud of!"
Claire's attention was distracted from the action by a uniformed figure emerging from the shadows. In all the commotion about Kitty, Buster had slipped into the house was if he were invisible.
"B-Buster!" Claire stared at her policeman nephew. "What're you doing here?"
"I'm family, too!" Buster stated.
"Yes, that's right," Claire said. "You were the first one who fucked Kitty when she came to Centerville, weren't you?"
"Proud to say that I was," Buster answered. "And now that I know who she really is, I aim to fuck her again!"
"But you can see that the little girl's all, uh, tied up with her father and brothers right now," Claire pointed out.
"Guess I can wait my turn for a piece of ass," Buster said.
Claire grinned as she eyed the inviting bulge at her nephew's crotch, then purred. "Come to think of it, you don't have to wait for that piece of ass at all. Not if you're really in a family mood!"
"Huh?"
"That is, if you don't mind giving your horny, old auntie a chance at trying your big, hard cock on for size! You don't mind if I see for myself just how big and hard your cock really is, do you, Buster honey?"
The next thing Buster knew, his aunt had him cornered and had unzipped his fly. Then his cock was out of his pants, throbbing in her stroking grasp.
"Wow, it looks like being hung really runs in the Branch family," Claire cooed. "Shame on me for not taking advantage of it before!"
"Are you just teasing me, Aunt Claire," Buster asked, "or is this on the level?"
Claire braced her nephew against the wall. Then she climbed onto his huge cock, snagging it in her cunt while they were both still standing.
"This answer your question, stud?" she whispered steamily in Buster's ear as his twelve inches of prick slid into the damp vise between her legs.
"Jeez, you're tight!" Buster panted, his aunt's pussy-muscles squeezing around his buried cock. "Got a cunt just as tight as Kitty's!"
"Like mother, like daughter," Claire said. "Now, c'mon, big boy, let's fuckin' [missing text]."
Remaining on her feet, she began wriggling her hips. Buster's crotch bucked in reply, as the friction between cock and pussy heated up.
"Oh, go for it, stud, go for it!" Claire urged her nephew.
Buster picked Claire up, holding her aloft now. In that position, his cock jabbed her pussy with short, powerful thrusts.
"Oh, you're so strong!" Claire swooned. "Feels like you could crush me if you wanted to!"
"Don't worry, Aunt Claire, I'm just gonna fuck you!"
"And what a job you're doing with that! I believe I'm gonna cum for you already."
Before Claire could climax, she was beaten to it by her husband. Across the living room, John was groaning with raw pleasure as he shot his wad in his daughter's fucked mouth.
Kitty didn't swallow his jizz, though. She let his cum slobber down her chin, then took the rest in her face as she released her father's spurting prick. She just couldn't contain the news of how much she was cumming herself.
"I'm cumming soooo goooood!" she gurgled. "And the more jizz I get, the more I'll cum! Greg, Andy, you hew me?"
Her brothers responded at once. Quickly, their cocks were gushing in her ass and pussy, and she was screaming with orgasmic joy.
In Kitty's wake, Claire experienced her own delayed climax. She was cumming almost as much from watching and listening to her little girl as she was from Buster's huge cock in her own fucked cunt.
Buster turned his aunt around, so she was wedged between him and the wall while he fucked her standing up. Then, banging her skull and ass against the plaster, he rammed her pussy with a jack hammering series of the most violent cock-thrusts he could launch. That got Claire's attention away from Kitty and entirely back to what Buster could do for her.
"Ahhhhh, crush me, you big, strong bastard, crush me!" she screeched.
Buster flooded her. With a final surge to his churning balls, he abruptly unloaded with a creamy torrent that made Claire feel as if his massive hard-on were pissing jizz into her immediately overflowing cunt.
"God, am I fucked… so fucked!" groaned Claire. "How can any one cock fuck in my pussy full of so much hot, thick cum!"
Buster was drained. He let go of his aunt with his spent cock sliding from her slippery cunt, and she slithered down the wall to the floor.
"Mmmm, will you just look at me now!" Claire cried when she landed on her ass, her yawning thighs framing the oozing condition of her messy cunt. "Have you ever seen anybody who looked so fucked?"
Kitty answered. "No, Mom, nobody… except for me!"
Claire had to agree as her daughter's thighs also yawned, with fresh jizz messily leaking from her fuck-holes.
"If it was anybody else but you, darling, I'd be jealous," Claire told her daughter. "But since it's my Kitty, all I want to do is suck the fuck right out of you right here and now!"
"Exactly the same thing I was thinking about doing to you, Mom!"
Without delay, Claire and Kitty Branch closed the distance between them. A lesbian sixty-nine was the rapid result, as each began feasting on the generous supply of jizz between the other's legs.
But the quartet of Branch males didn't have to worry about being forgotten. There was a long night ahead. After all, Kitty and Claire were doing them a favor with their all-female antics. As John, Greg, Andy and Buster soon discovered, nothing got their hard cocks hard again any faster than watching a horny mother and daughter going down on each other, like a couple of dykes.
Within minutes, their revived hard-ons would be back in action. With two cocks apiece to suck and fuck, Kitty and Claire weren't going to have much time to themselves. The Branches would orgy until dawn to welcome the newest member into the family fold.