"So that's the story," Vicki said, after telling her aunt everything. "When I came here I thought all I wanted was to get Daddy back. Now it all seems so complicated."
"I'm so glad you opened up – in more ways than one," Peggy said sympathetically.
"But I'm so mixed up, Aunt Peggy. The more I find out about myself, the more confused I get. What is it I really want?"
"Only you can answer that question, Vicki."
"It's so hard."
"Try. Come on, Vicki, tell me how you really want things to be."
"Well, I guess I wish people understood, Aunt Peggy," Vicki answered. "Right now you're the only one, and I can't keep running to you every time I have a problem."
"Go on, baby," Peggy urged.
"Like, for instance, everybody expects me to love Daddy, right? But if I really want to show that love in the best way I know how, by fucking him, I have to keep it a secret. As if there were something unnatural about the way I feel toward my father."
"Did it ever occur to you, Vicki," Peggy said knowingly, "that you aren't the only one in the family who has these feelings?"
"What are you getting at, Aunt Peggy?"
"I could tell you a little story about your mother and your Uncle Ken that might convince you you're not as alone as you think."
"Mom, and her own brother?" Vicki gasped, stunned. "They-they've fucked? I don't believe it."
Peggy nodded.
"It only happened once," she said. "When they were both teenagers. Your mother got pregnant and had to have an abortion. Neither Marsha nor Ken has ever gotten over it. That's why Ken drinks so much."
"H-how do you know?"
"Ken told me the night we were married. He got blind drunk on our honeymoon. And he's been getting smashed ever since because of the same thing. I tried at first to help him, but it was no use. That's why I started going my own way. I realized that I had my own life to live and there was only one person who could straighten Ken out."
"Mom?"
"Exactly," Peggy said with certainty. "You might be surprised how much understanding you'd get from your mom if you could ever get those two back together again. In fact, I've been thinking about ways to bring it off for years. For Ken's sake. After all, he is my husband and I want what's best for him."
Vicki let her aunt's astounding news sink in.
"Are… you trying to tell me," she said haltingly, "that if we could get Mom and Uncle Ken to start fucking again, everything would fall into place?"
"Something like that. It's worth a try, isn't it?"
Vicki was forced to nod in agreement.
"This could be a beautiful family. Full of love," Peggy resumed, "if only we could wake them up to how they really feel about each other. All the guilt would just melt away. But it all starts with your mom and Ken."
As the conversation continued, Vicki became increasingly comfortable with her aunt's analysis of the situation. As the talk grew franker, a bold plan developed.
Vicki's uncle and mother didn't know it yet, but the fire of their brother-sister romance was about to be rekindled.
"I'll let you know when Ken shows-up from his latest binge. If things work out, I guarantee you it'll be his last," Peggy confidently told Vicki. "You just produce your mom when I give the word. Between the two of us, we'll get them fucking."
Vicki knew it was crazy. But it all made so much sense.
A couple of days later when the call came from her aunt, Vicki approached her mother with the message that her brother wanted to see her.
"Aunt Peggy says it's real important, Mom," Vicki said. "Uncle Ken is out of his head. He's seeing things. Aunt Peggy's afraid he might do something drastic unless you talk some sense into him. He keeps saying your name over and over."
"He's a lush, pure and simple," Marsha Wallace replied to her daughter. "I wash my hands of him."
"But he's your own brother, Mom," Vicki pleaded. "You have to go. You love him."
Mrs. Wallace muttered something, but Vicki pretended to ignore it as she got her mother's coat and the car keys.
"Please, Mom," Vicki wheedled.
"Oh, all right," her mother answered. "But I'm going to tell that bum just what I think of him."
When Vicki and her mother arrived at Peggy's and Ken's apartment, Peggy came to the door. Her face looked drawn as she thanked her sister-in-law for coming and told her that her brother was in the bedroom. However, when Marsha Wallace went to Ken, Peggy winked at Vicki to let her niece know that everything was going as planned so far.
"How's Uncle Ken!" Vicki whispered to her aunt.
"He's asleep," Peggy whispered back. "But his cock's wide-awake. I just sucked it for ten minutes straight. When your mom walks into that bedroom, she'll run into the biggest hard-on she's ever seen. It's sticking out of his pajamas like a flagpole."
"But if Mom thinks we're here she won't do anything."
"That's simple," Peggy said, then called loudly to her sister-in-law: "Marsha, Vicki and I are going out for coffee. Just do your best to talk some sense into Ken's head."
Peggy opened the door and slammed it. But, standing in anxious silence, neither she nor Vicki budged from the apartment.
Hopefully, they listened.
"Oh, my God!" Marsha Wallace blurted.
Then there was only the sound of her heavy breathing, drifting clearly all the way from the bedroom. Followed by a moan: "Oooooh, Ken, look at you!"
"She's hooked," Peggy whispered to Vicki.
"Let's get a better look," Vicki suggested under her breath.
Aunt and niece crept toward the slightly ajar bedroom door. As they, did so, Marsha Wallace started murmuring.
"What a beautiful cock!" she sighed to her sleeping brother. "The biggest cock I've ever seen. Still, after all these years." Her voice caught on the snag of the past. "I'll never fuck another man without closing my eyes and imagining it's you, Ken. Why did you have to be my brother. We could have been so happy."
When Vicki and her aunt peered through the crack in the door, Vicki's mother was kneeling by the side of the bed, fondling her brother's cock and balls.
"Suck… my… prick," Ken sleepily responded to the stimulation, talking to someone he thought existed in a dream.
"I-I can't," Marsha Wallace stammered. "I-I'm your sister. It's wrong."
"It's all right," Ken answered. "I'm just dreaming you're here. No one will ever know. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it all the way down to my balls. The way you did, Sis… that wonderful… so long ago."
"Twenty-five years ago," Marsha Wallace sighed.
"You were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. My sister. God, I loved you, Marsha. God, I still do."
"I love you, too, Kenny!" Marsha blurted uncontrollably.
As she clung to her brother's throbbing hard-on, Marsha's trembling lips dipped nearer and nearer to suck Ken's prick.
"I want to fuck your mouth, Marsha," Ken rasped in his sleep. "Come down your throat. It's just a dream. How can it hurt anyone?"
"Oh, yes. Kenny, yes, I'll suck your cock!" Marsha gave in with a gush. "And drink your cum. You've just got to promise me one thing."
"Anything, Sis."
"You'll fuck we afterward."
"Thatta girl!"
Then Marsha was on the bed. She wasn't going to just suck her brother's cock. As she crouched on top of him, her face at his crotch, she straddled his face with her open thighs. Up came her skirt, down came her panties. When she finally went down on Ken's stiff cock, Marsha sat on her brother's face with her bare cunt.
"They're sixty-nining," Vicki whispered to her aunt at the bedroom door.
"They're a gorgeous couple, aren't they?" Peggy responded in a hush. "I'm so happy for them. Look at the way your mother's deep-throating your uncle's big cock. I couldn't do better myself."
"Mom's pussy is spread all aver his face," Vicki sighed. "I'll bet Uncle Ken's tongue is pumping up her cunt like a cock. I can't wait until Mom comes."
"It won't be long," Peggy predicted under her breath. "Look at her sweat. Watch the way her ass is moving in Ken's face. I'm sorry to say this, Vicki, but I've never realized until now what a beautiful woman your mother is."
"Neither have I," Vicki admitted.
Peggy grinned. "Well, if everything turns out all right, that's something for both of us to remember for the future."
"You mean, make it with Mom?"
"Why not?"
"Yes, why not?" Vicki silently mouthed the words. Horizons were opening for her like Christmas packages.
In the bedroom, Vicki's mother climaxed as though she were tuned in to the conversation outside the doer.
"Aaaah!" she yelped. "I'm coming! It's wonderful! More tongue, Kenny, more tongue!"
"Keep sucking my cock," her brother replied with a hairy mouthful of cunt. "I'm gonna come, too. Deep-throat me, Marsha I'll give you a bellyful of jizz."
Marsha squeezed Ken's balls along with swallowing his prick to the hilt. Her brother's crotch buckled with such force that his bouncing ass made the bedsprings squeal.
"Come, Uncle Ken, come," Vicki breathed with excitement from the hallway. "Come in Mom's mouth. She wants your sweet jizz so bad."
"Mmmm, I wish I had a brother," Peggy whispered alongside her niece.
"I'm gonna blow!" Ken blustered.
His straining cock jumped so powerfully that his sister's head snapped back. But Marsha didn't yield an inch of his cock.
"Ooooh… ooooh, God," Ken groaned.
Vicki and Peggy knew he was coming because they could see Marsha's cheeks swell with the gushing load. Even with nearly a foot of cock down her throat, the corners of her mouth turned up in an obvious grin.
"She loves his cum," Peggy murmured.
"Jizz or pussy juice," Vicki murmured back. "It's always sweeter when it's from somebody in your own family."
In the meantime, Marsha Wallace gulped down her brothers hot cream as fast as she could. When she'd finished sucking, she sat up with a lip-smacking grin. The reason she was beaming was not just the load of cum she had just swallowed. The fact that her brother's cock remained as stiff as a board despite its eruption was an equal reason for joy.
Marsha got off of Ken's face and swiveled around on top of him. Quickly she was centering his tireless prick with her wide-open cunt.
"You're going to fuck me now, Ken," Marsha purred to her brother. "I've had two babies, but my pussy is as tight as it was twenty-five years ago. Just being with you like this makes me a girl again."
She stuffed her brother's big cock into her cunt, her pussy lips stretching to accept the fat head. Then she wriggled down, driving with her hips.
"Tight… tight," Ken gasped, as his hard-on disappeared up his sister's moist cunt. "Squeeze me, Marsha, squeeze me. Squeeze my cock with your pussy. Rub my balls. Stick your finger in my asshole. Do it all to me. The way you did that day so long ago. Nobody's ever fucked me like you did that day."
"My darling brother," Marsha crooned as she did all the things Ken asked.
One of her hands massaged her brother's balls. The forefinger of the other probed his ass. The result turned on a switch in Ken's crotch that made his cock piston in his sister's cunt as if there were a motor between his legs.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Marsha chanted.
With her brother's prick ramrodding her clutching cunt, Marsha swayed like she was riding a cloud. So delirious with joy was she that she did not notice something that her eaves dropping daughter and sister-in-law observed from all the way across the room.
"Look," Vicki whispered with alarm to Peggy, "Uncle Ken's eyes are open."
"He's awake," Peggy agreed. "The shit's really going to hit the fan once your mother catches on. She can't pretend it's a dream then."
"I can't wait?" Vicki held her breath, chewing on her fingers in anticipation. "This is it. The real test."
Marsha Wallace finally glanced down at her brother. His wide-open eyes stared back up at her like two pools of truth. Marsha abruptly stopped moving. A stammer fluttered across her lips as she tried to deny her sudden fear.
"Y-you're not a-awake," she insisted to her staring brother. "L-like you said… this is all a dream. N-not really happening."
"Yes, Sis, I am awake," Ken answered firmly. "My cock is in your pussy, Marsha. Just the way it was twenty-five years ago. I am fucking you. My beautiful sister. The only woman I've ever loved. Don't fight it, Marsha."
"It-it's wrong, Ken. I have to fight it. How could I live with myself if I didn't?"
A smug grin crept across Ken's face.
"Then why," he said to his sister, "if what we're doing is so wrong, is my cock still in your cunt to my balls? Why, even now, can I fell the walls of your pussy against every inch of my prick?"
Marsha looked down at her crotch. Sitting on top of her brother she could plainly we the junction of Ken's hard-on and her cunt. And inside, she could feel the heat, the tightness of a fuck that she desperately wanted.
"Why?" she wailed. "Why did this have to happen to us, Ken? Why couldn't we have loved two other – people the way we love each other?"
"Oh, baby, forget that we're brother and sister," Ken soothed. "Put everything out of your mind except how much we want each other. Need each other. Just concentrate on that, Sis, and fuck me like your life depended on it. It was meant to be."
He reached up and unbuttoned his sister's blouse. He gently stroked her tits right out of her bra as Marsha began moving her hips again in the classic fucking motion.
"Ooooh. Ken," Marsha moaned. "Your hands are so soft on my tits. Your cock is so big my cunt."
"Still think it's wrong, Sis?"
"It may be," Marsha swooned, "but there's nothing I can do to stop the way I feel. Fair better or worse. I love you. I can't stop fucking you."
Then she cried out with raw lust.
"Fuck me, Ken! Fucking the way I've been waiting twenty-five years to be fucked again!"
"You got it, little sister."
Ken rolled them over. Now be was on top, plunging between his sister's spread legs. His cock drove into her pussy as he took over the dominant role in the incestuous fucking.
Through the crack in the bedroom door, Vicki and her aunt were captivated as they watched the action. Marsha and Ken fucked non-stop.
"It's just beautiful to watch them fuck," Peggy whispered. "Sort of restores your faith in humanity."
"I'm so happy for Mom," Vicki sighed. "She's waited so long for this. I hope she climaxes soon. I'm dying to see the expression on her face when she comes."
As if on cue, Vicki's mother abruptly kicked her feet up in the air and shrieked, "God, Ken, I'm exploding inside! Coming so hard! So fucking Goddamn hard! Make it last! Forever! Don't stop fucking me!"
"Never, baby," Ken panted. "My cock belongs to your cunt. As long as you want it."
"Oooooh, Ken! Mmmmmm! Aaaaahhh!"
"Just hold it right there, Sis! Now I'm gonna come, too! The hottest load of jizz you've ever taken!"
"Yes, yes, Ken! Come in my cunt! Fill my cunt with your sweet jizz! Let your cock explode inside my pussy!"
Ken grabbed his sister's upturned legs and forced them back until Marsha was jackknifed. Burying his face between her tits, he blasted one… two… three brutal cock-thrusts to the inside of her pussy.
With the third surge of his hard-on, Ken left his prick hilted in Marsha's cunt. His sister clutched his balls as he dug his fingers into her raised butt.
Ken's breath gusted like he had the wind in his lungs. Sweat streaked his face while he grimaced as though he were pushing a block of granite. His crotch was locked in a mighty flex.
"Now! Now!" Marsha screamed. "Give me your cum!"
It happened. Ken's spine snapped. His balls jumped out of his sister's grip and clung to the root of his straining cock. He was coming in his sister's deep cunt for the first time in twenty-five years.
"Sooo hot," Marsha groaned as her brother's fizz spurted into her pussy. "God, I've waited so long for this."
Brother and sister embraced each other, her legs sliding down to wrap around his waist, as he shot his wad in her cum-hungry cunt. The springs of the overworked bed on which they fucked squealed beneath the lovers as though they were a third party in the action.
At the crack in the doorway, Vicki was thinking ahead on her mother's behalf.
"DO you think Uncle Ken's cock will still be hard when he's finished coming in Mom's cunt?" she whispered to her aunt.
"If it isn't," Peggy answered, "your mother will get it up again."
"You think Mom wants it in the ass?"
"Wouldn't you?"
Vicki's reply was a knowing grin.
In the meantime, Ken's prick had slowed down to a dribble. When it slipped out of his sister's cunt, Marsha put her hand to her crotch and smeared the jizz leaking from her cunt from thigh to thigh.
"What a fuck!" she murmured. "So much sweet cum."
She put her sticky fingers in her mouth and sucked off her brother's jism.
"I'm already dying for more," she sighed. Ken looked sheepishly down at his half-hard prick.
"You'll have to do the work this time, Sis," he muttered apologetically. "The last twenty-five years have taken their toll. I'm not eighteen like I was the last time we got it on."
"Don't worry about a thing," Marsha said confidently. "I can get your cock up again without even touching it."
She rolled over on her belly. Then, slowly, she raised her plump ass in the air, slipping a pillow under her crotch when there was enough room.
Now with her brother's eyes riveted to her ass, Marsha gripped the cheeks and pulled them apart as she spread her thighs. Her asshole glistened, red and round as a ripe cherry.
As he gazed into the flared treasure of his sister's ass, Ken's cock stiffened like it was being hoisted by invisible wires. Even on that reckless day of twenty-five years before, he had not dared to go as far as Marsha was now encouraging him to. The part of herself that she was now offering him went beyond even his most deep-seated incestuous fantasies.
"Fuck me in the ass!" Marsha demanded.
"Are… are you sure, Sis?" Ken gulped. "My cock is so big. Your ass is so tiny."
"Isn't that the general idea?" Marsha smirked over her shoulder.
"It'll hurt you."
"The more the better!"
Taking his revived hard-on in his hand, Ken approached the luscious split of his sister's ass. He was very careful as he slipped his cockhead between her spread asscheeks and centered it with the pouting anal rosebud.
"Please don't be gentle," Marsha impatiently pleaded. "I want it rough. Your big, strong cock jamming up my ass. Ripping me to pieces."
Eavesdropping at the door, Vicki grew increasingly excited waiting for her uncle to give in to her mother's horny demands.
"Ram her!" she rasped.
"Shhhh," Peggy quieted her. "You don't want them to overhear us now. We'll miss the best part. Don't worry, Ken will come across. Then we'll let them know we're here."
"We will?" Vicki asked, puzzled.
"Of course," her aunt answered. "It's all part of the plan. What's the point of arranging all this if we don't guarantee that it works to our advantage."
"You mean blackmail?" Vicki gasped with surprise.
"With love." Peggy chuckled. "There's no better way to get somebody to see your point of view than by having something on them. Your mother will be begging you to fuck your dad if you have Ken to hold over her head. Believe me, dear, there's nothing like a little insurance."
"And just exactly what do you expect to get out of all this, Aunt Peggy? Somehow I never thought to ask you that."
"R-i-c-k," Peggy silently spelled out the name of Vicki's brother, while tracing the outline of an imaginary hard-on with her graceful fingers.
Vicki couldn't think of anything to do but shake her head and grin at her aunt's devious methods. Peggy would never cease to amaze her.
"It wouldn't surprise me if it turned out you were already drawing up the plans for a family orgy," Vicki finally sighed.
"Aren't you?" her aunt leered. Then Peggy put a finger to her lips and whispered. "Now, shush. Let's watch the rest of the action before we make our move."
Vicki and Peggy turned their attention back to the lovers, just as Ken had completely buried his cock in his sister's ass. He had grabbed her ass and was guiding her butt in a rocking motion.
"Your prick is killing me! Tearing me up inside!" Marsha cried.
"Am I hurting you, Sis?"
"Yes! Yes! God, it's wonderful! Can't get enough of the pain! I'm going to come harder than I ever have in my life from your big cock up my ass!"
"I'm ready to come, too," Ken grunted. "My balls are on fire!"
"Arrgghh, here I go!" Marsha croaked.
Her body might have been wired for electricity the way it jumped. Every muscle was twitching. Marsha's arms and legs thrashed, while her swivel big neck twisted her head in a looping circle. Her ass was a blur, whipsawing her brother's cock.
Then it was Ken's turn to announce his climax. "I'm coming!" he blurted with stark simplicity. He draped himself over his sister's back, clutching her tits as his crotch repeatedly whammed home against the swell of her squirming butt.
"Your jizz is so hot in my ass!" Marsha gasped. "So thick. Creamy. There's so damn much of it."
"Heh, heh, heh," Peggy cackled on the sidelines. "Look at them. They're helpless. This is it, my darling niece. Let's go pick them apples. Just leave everything to your old auntie."
Before Vicki could linger with any second thoughts, her aunt grabbed her arm, kicked the door open, and pulled her into the bedroom to confront Ken and Marsha.
"Smile, darlings," Peggy whooped at the ass-fucking lovers. "You're on Candid Camera!"
It was outrageous. Vicki covered her face she was so embarrassed. But also to keep her uncle and mother from noticing how hard she was laughing.