After supper was done and the dishes washed, they all moved into the lounge area of the lodge and collapsed into various chairs and couches. Molly signalled to Cara.
“Ask John to come here, will you, sweetie?”
John came over still laughing at a joke Greg had told. “Yeah, Mom, what is it?”
“John, honey, I have another birthday present for you.”
“Cool! What?”
“Me.”
“Huh?”
“Me, honey. I want to take you to bed and let you try your best to get back where you came from.”
“Huh?”
“I want to fuck you, baby. Or have you fuck me. Whichever.”
John stared at his mother. “You serious?”
Molly nodded. “Sure am, baby. A special present for the new man in this family. Anyway, you have a very useful looking prick there and I’d like to try it for size.” Molly reached out and gave John’s slowly-thickening prick an affectionate squeeze.
“Does Dad know?”
“He certainly does, honey. He’s going to see if he can help your Aunt Jill forget her divorce.”
John grinned. “If he fucks her the way he fucks you we’ll all know.”
“Been listening, have you?”
Her son flushed and made a rueful face. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Come on, we’re using our room.” Molly reached out and took John’s hand and led him upstairs.
The only surprise in the group remaining was on Greg and Sarah’s faces. Cara stood and went over to them. “The only people who aren’t sorted out yet are us. Greg, do you want to fuck Sarah, do you want to fuck me, or do you want to fuck both of us?”
Sarah grinned as she watched the dawning realisation on her brother’s face. “Come on, Greg. Both is your easiest choice, ‘cos neither Cara nor me was ready to go to bed alone tonight.” She reached out and took her brother’s right hand, Cara took his left and the three teenagers went off together, Greg’s prick rising as he moved.
Alone in the living-room, Jill looked at her brother, a flush on her face. She shook her head slightly. “I don’t know, Jack, I’m just not ready yet.”
“No sweat, sis.” Jack held out his hand. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.” Jill reached out, he took her hand and they went out onto the deck together. Jack paused, then unsnapped his shorts, slid them off and threw them onto a lounger. He grinned at Jill. “If you do say ‘yes’, I want to be ready, sis. I’ve wanted this for over twenty years.”
Jill stared at him, her gaze searching his face, flicking quickly down to his half-erect prick, a flush on her face, accentuated by the evening sunlight. “You have?” she whispered.
“Remember, when you were seventeen and I came into the bathroom when you were drying yourself?”
“Yes?” A whisper.
“I thought then you were the loveliest creature I’d ever seen. I’d still include you in my top four.”
Jill laughed, almost naturally. “And the other three?”
“You know who. Molly, Cara and Sarah, of course,” Jack grinned. “You could still pass for Sarah’s sister, you know.”
Jill snorted. “Pull the other one.” She gazed at him for a long moment, then reached to the waistband of her shorts, loosening the snap, lowering the zip, stepping clear as they fell. Her panties were a wisp of lace and she ripped them off, discarding the ruins. “Right here, Jack, now,” she whispered.
Jack reached out and Jill moved into his embrace, raising her face for his kiss, a ragged breath lifting her breasts. As their lips met she moaned deep in her throat and clutched at him, her lips moving urgently against his. The kiss was fierce, torrid, leaving them both gasping. Jack’s hands came up and cupped Jill’s breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, her hard nipples. She moaned into the kiss, her hands moving down, grasping him, fumbling the length of his erection.
“Now, Jack, now,” she moaned, “I have to have you.”
Jack bent and picked Jill up, moving to a foam mattress laid on the deck for sunbathing, lowering his sister gently to it. As she felt her weight taken Jill threw her legs apart and Jack knelt between them, his weight on one outstretched arm, his prick, his now super-hard prick, in his hand, angling it to Jill’s opening, feeling her wetness around the head, inviting, welcoming . . .
Jill groaned as she felt Jack enter her, raising her hips to meet him, her hands clawing at his back.
“Oh, Jesus, that feels good. That feels so fucking good. Fuck me, Jack, fuck me hard.”
Jack pushed forward, sinking himself into his sister’s streaming pussy, smelling her heat and arousal, feeling the sweat beginning to build between them. His rhythm was strong, his stroke long and Jill was soon panting, little yips uttering from between clenched teeth, each breath a gasp. Her hands were fluttering on Jack’s back and he could feel Jill tensing until suddenly she screamed in his ear, a wrenching orgasm rippling through her. Gradually the tumult eased as Jack kept up a slow stroke, feeling the pulsing clamps of Jill’s climax easing.
Jill reached up and kissed Jack lightly, still breathing heavily. “It wasn’t just you that wanted this, Jack, I wanted it too, ever since that same night when you caught me. I think it was the desire in your eyes. It really turned me on, and I’ve been kinda fighting it ever since.”
Jack grinned at his sister. “Worth the wait?”
“Fuck, yes!” She squeezed down on him. “Get riding again, Jack, I want to feel you come and then we’ve both laid the demon and scratched the itch.” Jill laughed softly. “Then we’ll go upstairs, get you good and hard and do it all over again, just for pure pleasure.”
* * * * *
In the bedroom, Molly led John over to the bed and pushed gently at him until he was sprawled on his back. His prick was stiff, erect and Molly reached out and squeezed it gently, then sat herself on the edge of the bed beside him. She smiled at her son.
“Are you okay with this, hon?”
John smiled, nodding. “Yeah, Mom, but I’m shaking just thinking about it.”
“Fear?” she asked anxiously.
John grinned. “Shit, no. Anticipation!”
“Are you still a virgin?” Molly asked in as neutral a tone she could manage. Please let him say ‘yes’.
John flushed. “Yes, Mom, I am.”
Molly smiled. “Not for long. How excited are you?”
“Very.”
“Thought so, whch means I have to get you off as quick as possible so that we can take our time. Lie back, baby, and let Mom play.”
Molly stood and shucked off her shorts, then bent over and before John realised what was happening his prick was halfway down his mom’s throat. Molly Credy was a consummate cocksucker and almost before he knew it John could feel the tingle deep inside him. The fact that on every down stroke his mother’s chin was touching his thigh as she crouched beside him didn’t hurt, nor the lazy circles that her tongue was playing on his erection. Soon, way too soon, John could feel his orgasm rising from deep inside.
“Mom! You’re going to make me come!”