All Characters engaging in sexual activities are over the age of 18..
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“Cara, honey?” said Jack Credy.
“Yes, Dad?”
“Remember the holiday surprise I mentioned? Well, it’s time I told you where we’re going. We have Crab Island Lodge – and Crab Island, of course – to ourselves for a week, from tomorrow.”
“Great!” Cara said, eyes shining.
“There’ll be me, your Mom, you and John, of course, but your aunt Jill and the twins are coming, too.”
“Double great! How many rooms?”
“Four; two doubles, two twins.” Her father grinned. “And no one else on the island. Once the boat leaves and we’re out of sight of anyone, you can take your clothes off and stay naked for the whole week if you want to.” Jack laughed. “I know what a sun-worshipper you are.” He laughed again. “Anyhow, I’m told it’s National Nude Day this week. The fourteenth.”
“Hey, great!” said Cara, grinning. She sobered and looked steadily at her father.”What about sex?”
Jack Credy flushed. “Everyone is over eighteen, or will be after John’s birthday tomorrow, so if there is any it’s by mutual consent.”
“Will you fuck me, Daddy?”
“Cara, honey, it’s wrong, but you know how much I’d like to, you minx.”
“‘Mutual consent’, you said. I vote ‘yes’. Your vote?”
“Yes, dammit. Whenever we can manage it.” Jack held up an admonitory finger. “But only if your Mom agrees.”
Cara grinned. “She does, I already asked her. She wants to fuck John for his birthday, she told me so.”
Jack snorted. God, the women in this family! It was clear where Cara got her libido.
“Did you ever fuck Aunt Jill, Daddy?”
Cara’s question took him by surprise and Jack frowned. “No, I never did. I think I wanted to, in fact I know I did, because your Aunt Jill was one tasty teenager.”
“She still is,” said Cara. “Tasty, I mean, not a teenager.”
“You know this for a fact, daughter of mine?”
Cara’s grin was pure mischief. “Not yet, Daddy.” She went out, the tick-tock of her firm ass in her tight shorts mesmerising to her father, pointed bra-less breasts jiggling lightly under her t-shirt.
Jack shook his head and went in search of his wife.
Molly Credy was busy in the kitchen, preparing food for the journey the following day. They knew that the lodge would be completely supplied with food and drink, so all they needed was fuel for the drive to the boat. Jack lifted the hair from Molly’s neck and kissed her nape.
“Mmm,” she murmured, “nice.”
Jack slipped his arms around her waist and Molly leaned back against him, twisting her head to kiss her husband’s jaw.
“Molly?”
“Mmm?”
“Cara tells me you’re planning to bed our son for his birthday.”
“Yes. It’s okay, isn’t it? I know Cara has the hots for you, sweetheart, so I figured I’d give her free access while I find out what our son is like in bed.”
“No, I don’t mind.” Jack slid his hands up under his wife’s sweater and cupped her bra-clad breasts. He could feel the nipples responding instantly to his gentle caress. “I guess the chance to have Cara will be one I’d like. Very much, in fact. I hope she takes after you in bed.”
Molly chuckled. “I gave her a few pointers.”
“Did you now? Well, I can admit it freely, the two of you have got me all stirred up.”
Molly slid her hand behind her and grasped Jack’s prick lightly through his slacks. “Oh, yes! So we have.” She turned to face him, lacing her arms around his neck and kissing her husband’s nose. “Go upstairs; get undressed and wait for me. I’ll just put a cover over this food then we’ll have ourselves a nice slow fuck. How would you like that?”
“Woman, you know I love it when you say things like that. Don’t be long.”
“I won’t.”
In their bedroom Jack undressed quickly and lay on the bed. His prick was half-hard and he reached down and grasped it, stroking, pumping lightly until it was hard and ready. A few moments later Molly came into the room. She paused.
“Oh, my, Jack, but that does look good.”
“And so do you. Get naked, wife.”
Molly grinned, reaching for the hem of her sweater. It was just moments before she was naked and she knelt over her husband, bending quickly to take him into her generous mouth. Jack hissed his breath in as Molly let him feel her teeth when she let his hardness slip from her mouth.
“That should be wet enough,” she murmured as she shuffled forward on her knees, took him in a light grasp and guided him into her soaking slit as she lowered herself slowly onto him, wriggling lightly to seat him firmly within herself. “Ahh,” she murmured, “you feel fucking great, Jack.” She bent forward and gave him a light kiss. “But then, you always do.”
“Thank you, ma’am. I aim to please.”
“Well, you’re at least partly on target.”
“Only partly?”
“Jill ‘phoned yesterday, when you were at work.”
“And what did my dear sister have to say?”
“She was asking about the arrangements for the week.” Molly began to rise and fall on Jack’s prick, letting him come almost out of her warm and welcoming wetness before sliding down again and filling herself.
“So, what did you tell her?” Jack was curious, because Molly didn’t usually bother him with anything so trivial. He knew there must be something else.
“Oh, just the general arrangements, which as you well know she already knew.”
“So why the call?”
“She sounded down, so I asked her. She pretended she didn’t want to say anything but I’ve known her too long and I got it out of her.”
“So what’s bugging little sister?”
“Sex. Or rather the absence of it, in Jill’s case. She says she hasn’t been laid since the divorce.”
Jack whistled. “That’s almost two years. A lifetime, for someone as horny as my sister.”
Molly chuckled, never ceasing her movement. “That’s more or less what Jill said, but it gets worse. Or better.”
“How so?”
“She came home early from work, heard a noise and went into Sarah’s bedroom – found her and Greg ‘fucking like rabbits’, to use Jill’s phrase.”
“Ah.”
“Ah, indeed.”
“What did she do?”
Molly chuckled. “You know Jill. She went up like a balloon, then calmed down and they talked about it. Upshot is, Sarah and Greg were told to be careful that no-one except Jill could catch them, and Jill went to bed that night with a raging case of hormones and daughter-jealousy.” Stopping her movements, Molly cocked her head and looked at her husband.
“What?” Jack said. “I was just starting to feel really good, the way I always do when you’re on top.”
“Jill.”
“What about Jill?”
“If you get the chance, fuck her.”
“Just like that?”
“I sowed the seed. I suggested that you might be willing to help her out. I think she likes the idea. She certainly didn’t say no.”
“Sarah, too?” asked Jack in a tone of mock resignation.