ON THE FAMILY PLAN

Janet's frustration with her husband grew more pronounced the longer the conversation went on. She took a deep breath and said, "Listen, John. The twins are only home for another month before they leave for college. They deserve a vacation after graduation. I know you don't want to go, but it's not about you this time. OK?"

John knew he would lose this one. He had thrown out every lame excuse he could to change Janet's mind, but it obviously wasn't going to work. The four of them would go to Florida, spend a week in a too-small rented condo, quickly grow tired of each other, and come back in worse moods than when they left. He also knew it would be another full week without sex. He and Janet rarely had sex as it was, let alone in a condo with the kids around. The entire scenario reeked of disaster. Except, of course, he would get to be around his daughter Aimee in her bikini. That just might salvage the entire affair.

The last thing on Janet's mind was sex, which was never good with John to begin with and had grown even more mundane as the years went on. This was about spending quality time with the kids she loved before turning into an empty nester at thirty-nine. She had dreaded for some time the idea of having only John to talk to. Yes, she briefly considered having the affairs that two co-workers proposed to her. However, both times she backed out in favor of keeping the family together.

In the back of her mind, keeping her weight down and her figure slim was always a priority in case John suddenly was the one who left. She never ruled it out. Her fears were somewhat allayed knowing that other men considered her 'cute' and her tits and ass were as firm as when she was in high school. She also knew that, with the right partner, she could be as good at sex as any other woman.

The twins, Eric and Aimee, were only eighteen years old, but they understood what was happening with their parents. The tension never exposed itself with shouting or violence, but the coolness between John and Janet was evident to anyone living in the same house. As a result, the kids tended to be away with their own friends a lot to avoid the hassle at home. They didn't talk to each other about it very much, but both of them harbored feelings about their parents.

Upon arriving at the condo, John was pleasantly surprised. The three-bedroom, two bath home was plenty spacious and would be more than adequate. The owners left a stack of fliers on the kitchen table highlighting various activities and near-by sites. John and Eric quickly became interested in the half-day fishing excursion. Janet and Aimee browsed the list of malls and outlets. They all looked over the list of restaurants and chose a favorite.

The master bedroom was down one hallway off the living room while two more bedrooms were off a hallway on the opposite side of the condo. This arrangement suited everyone after a brief dispute between the kids on who got which bedroom. The family disbursed and unpacked.

Eric and Aimee changed into bathing suits and were on the beach in fifteen minutes. John and Janet were a little more deliberate, taking time to check out the kitchen and determining what provisions were needed when they went grocery shopping. That chore took them until dinner time and a restaurant was decided upon by John, Eric, and Aimee, overruling the urgings of Janet that they eat the food she just bought.

All except Janet slept well that night after a day of traveling and exploring their new surroundings. She spent much of the darkness thinking about the kids going to college and the void it would leave in her life. She was determined to make this vacation memorable and to strengthen the bond between herself, Eric, and Aimee.

The weather forecast for the next morning wasn't great, and it was worse than that. Steady rain fell with no sign of letting up. The earliest it was predicted to end was mid-afternoon. With that in mind, John and Aimee decided to go to a movie around noon. Eric moped around the condo in his bathing suit and played on his computer. Janet went shopping.

"Are your father and sister at the movie?" she asked Eric when she got back.

"Yep. Just left," he replied.

"I bought a couple things I didn't try on," she told him. "I better see if they fit so I can take them back before we leave, if I have to."

Eric lazily signaled his agreement without ever looking up from the computer. Janet lugged the shopping bags back to the master bedroom and tossed them onto a chair. She had pushed the door behind her, but it never completely closed, as was her habit at home when nobody was around. She took off her shoes and spent a moment in the bathroom.

When she returned, she passed the largest mirrored dresser and pulled a skirt from one of the bags. She moved toward the center of the room, but stopped when she saw something in the mirror. With her back to the door and an eye on the mirror, she confirmed her first suspicion. Eric was in the hallway. Not standing directly in the open door, but positioned so he could see her without being seen...he thought.

Janet's mind raced with choices. She fumbled with the new skirt to buy time and give the impression she had not seen Eric. Finally, she acted.

"Eric! Come in here!"

A few seconds later, he sheepishly poked his head around the edge of the door.

"Come here," Janet said a little more calmly.

She watched him slink into the room.

"Close the door," she said.

He obeyed and walked toward her.

"Do you always try to spy on me when I'm dressing?" she asked.

"No. I wasn't...I mean...I needed something from the closet."

The lie was obvious and Janet successfully suppressed a smile. She gazed at her son and his well-toned body. She felt her pulse quicken.

"Sit on the end of the bed, Eric."

He sat down with a look of uncertainty on his face. Janet tossed the new skirt back onto the chair, on top of the bags. Janet faced Eric without saying a word, standing about five feet in front of him. She wore a blouse and short skirt that accentuated her long, lean legs. Under the blouse, her heart pounded.

Janet unzipped the skirt and lowered it a few inches before letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it at the same time she began unbuttoning her blouse. Eric's hands moved awkwardly on the bed on either side of where he sat. His discomfort made Janet fleetingly question her decision to do this, but it didn't stop her.

As the blouse opened, a black bra that matched her panties came into view. When the last button was done, Janet let the blouse hang loosely. Eric's eyes were everywhere, scanning his mother's body from her tits to her pussy. Only then did Janet notice the start of a bulge in his bathing suit.

She took off the blouse. Janet's tits were not large, but they filled her bra with ample cleavage to get any man's attention. Her stomach was flat and her panties snugly covered her pussy. Eric's cock continued to grow and he attempted to move in such a way to lessen how apparent it was without actually reaching for it.

"Is this what you wanted to see, hon?" Janet asked.

When Eric nodded, she added, "I want you to see more...and so do I."

She stepped toward him until she was within reach. Then she turned her back to him.

"Take off my bra, Eric."

He leaned forward and fumbled with the hook until it was undone. Cautiously, he lifted the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Janet saw the bra hit the floor and used that cue to turn towards him, again. She relished the next few seconds, while her son's eyes locked in on her breasts. Janet stepped between his legs, her body just inches from his face, and crouched down. She grasped the waistband of Eric's swimsuit and began to pull it off.

Eric raised his ass off the bed to help and Janet was glad that she had to lift the front of the suit higher to get it over his raging erection. After putting the suit on top of her bra, Janet fought the urge to wrap her fingers around the large cock. That would have to wait a minute.

She stood and turned her back to him, once more. This time she lowered her panties, bending at the waist slightly as she did. Eric stared longingly at the tight ass, uninhibited while his mother looked the other way. Once the panties were off, Janet pivoted.

Now Eric had full view of his mother's naked body and he didn't attempt to hide his gawking. His cock ached, but he was no longer embarrassed by it. All he could think about was the beautiful woman in front of him and what they might do.

Janet remained in charge. She kneeled on her knees and pushed Eric's legs farther apart as she moved there. She never took her eyes off his cock. Finally, she reached out with one hand and slid her fingers up the length of the shaft.

"It's beautiful, Eric," she said gently. "And so big."

She ran her finger around the tip before putting the cock in her palm and gripping it tightly. Eric was still concealing his excitement, a feeling of guilt overpowering his desire to show...or say...what he felt. Janet was not constrained by those same feelings and she stroked her son's cock willingly and gleefully. She could feel the blood rushing through it, the warmth against her palm only driving her to want more.

Soon, Janet was leaning down, lightly kissing the bright pink tip of her son's cock. Her tongue flicked across it and Eric shivered. He alternated between watching her mouth, her breasts as they hung free, and her ass. However, his attention was solely on his mother's mouth as her lips slid down his erection. Janet wasn't able to get it all in her mouth, but she was very much out of practice. Eric certainly couldn't tell that as Janet began to bob her head up and down, clutching his cock with her lips. He could feel her tongue sliding all over it, hitting every sensitive spot.

At last, his efforts to stay quiet, failed him.

"Ohhhhh, yes," he moaned when Janet's tongue glided up the entire underside of his cock from his balls to the top.

She lifted her head and told Eric, "Get on the bed...on your back."

He quickly followed her instructions, his head on a pillow and his body stretched out. The cock rose like a pole and she had only one thing in mind—it needed to be inside her.

If Eric had any doubts left in his mind about what was happening, they disappeared as his nude mother crawled onto the bed and hovered over him. Janet continued moving forward until her tits were above Eric's face. Then she allowed them to be within reach of his mouth and Eric eagerly took one. At first, they were tentative stabs of his lips at the nipples. But as Janet bent lower, he took as much of the breast into his mouth as he could; and then, the other.

Janet stroked Eric's cock during this taste-testing. Unable to wait any longer, she moved back so the cock was positioned at the opening of her pussy. Neither of them will ever forget the next moment. Janet carefully situated her son's erection, dropped her pussy onto the tip, and felt her body open up to accept the cock. She was so wet and ready to fuck Eric that she had to slow down, allowing inch after inch of the cock to enter her.

"Oh my God, Eric. That feels so good," Janet moaned.

Eric was silent, marveling at the moist pressure of his mother's pussy around his cock.

"Fuck me, please," Janet told him.

It didn't take any more instructions for Eric to start pushing his cock up into Janet's pussy. She tilted her head back, rejoicing in the sublime feeling of the huge cock filling her body. Janet took Eric's hands and placed them on her tits. He pinched the nipples and massaged the breasts until Janet couldn't withhold a moan any longer. She leaned forward and Eric cuddled the tits in his hands. All the while, his cock drilled her harder and harder.

Perhaps, as he grew older and, hopefully, more experienced with Janet, Eric would be able to delay his orgasm. But this time, the first time, he just couldn't.

Janet could sense it. She squeezed his cock tighter with her pussy. Eric groaned loudly.

"Mom! I'm gonna...is it OK?"

"Yes, Eric. Yes! Cum for me!"

He grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her with near-violent force. She begged him to fuck her faster and he did. The bed squeaked under the vigor of their sex. And Eric finally came.

"Yes! Yesssssss!" he cried.

Loud grunts filled the bedroom with each spurt of cum into Janet's pussy. Over and over again he shot it into her and Janet was nearly in tears with delight. She rubbed her clit, feeling her own orgasm build. Luckily, Eric lasted long enough for her to cum while he was still pounding her pussy. He barely noticed her little screeches and may not have recognized them for what they were. Regardless, both of them came multiple times.

In the end, Janet collapsed on top of her son, his hard cock still inside her.

"I love you, Eric. I love you so much."

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John and Aimee got back from the movie just before three o'clock and the skies had cleared. Hot, humid sunshine caused the beach to fill quickly and all but John joined the crowd. He had never been one to sit on the beach or at a pool very much, despite his penchant for ogling women of all ages in bikinis. Eric and Janet, on the other hand, could spend all day there. Aimee was indifferent and when she told her mother and brother she was heading back in, they each welcomed the news, wanting time alone to talk about what transpired a few hours earlier.

Aimee had always been a flirtatious girl, blessed with all of her mother's best traits and slightly larger breasts. If the first journey to the beach was any indication, however, the odds of her finding a good-looking guy her age was slim, at best. Never one to let bad luck interfere with a good time, Aimee decided to put a plan into action she often contemplated at home, but never attempted.

She entered the condo and headed straight for the refrigerator to get a cold drink. With the can in hand, she walked into the living room where John sat. As they chatted, Aimee ran the can over her bare abdomen, stopping at the bottom of her bikini top.

"I'm SO hot," she sighed. "I'm taking a shower."

John acknowledged her and furtively watched her ass sway with every step. Aimee turned into the bathroom, out of view, but leaving the door opened. She waited a moment.

"Daddy, come here," she shouted from the doorway.

"What do you need?"

"Just come here," she urged him.

John reluctantly gave up his seat on the couch and walked down the hall. When he looked into the bathroom, Aimee was topless.

"Come in so I can close the door," she said.

John froze in place and said, "Aimee, the others will be coming back soon."

As he turned to leave, she grabbed his arm and yanked him into the room, slamming the door behind them and locking it.

"I'm going to take a shower and I want you to watch," she said.

John made very effort not to look down at her luscious tits, but nothing could prevent them from dropping there repeatedly.

"No. We can't," he said, again threatening to leave.

Aimee moved into his path. She took hold of the strings on either side of her bikini bottom and pulled them loose. A second later, she was holding the garment to her side and John was staring at his naked daughter.

"Now stand wherever you want, but I'm taking a shower and I want you to watch," she said. "Open the door if you want and, if you hear Mom and Eric, you can leave."

Aimee stepped to the shower and leaned in to begin adjusting the water. John desperately wanted to leave...and he desperately wanted to stay. He watched Aimee's tiny ass while she reached inside the shower. She was only a little girl the last time he saw her naked and now he couldn't take his eyes off her. He left the door closed and locked.

Aimee was stepping under the water when he leaned against the sink, his eyes fixated on the teenager's body. She smiled before letting the water flow over her hair and down her back. John had a silhouette view and found it hard to decide what part of her to watch the most. In the back of his mind, he was still convincing himself Janet and Eric would be at the beach at least another fifteen minutes.

Aimee purposely made sure she turned in several directions while finding soap, but faced her father when she commenced gliding the bar over her chest. Slowly but surely, the soap lathered as it crossed back and forth over her breasts. Only when they were completely covered did she move lower. John felt his cock twitch and knew it would soon be uncomfortable if he stayed.

Any thoughts of leaving dissipated when Aimee moved the soap to the top of her pussy. John stared at her hand as it stopped, waited, and then sank between her legs. It lingered in place and John and Aimee made solid eye contact. Then, she began to rub.

John's cock throbbed and he had no choice but to shift it.

"Take it out, Daddy," Aimee told him.

He shook his head.

"Please," she pleaded like a child.

She was rubbing her pussy, which was thickly covered in white soap. John couldn't resist. He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his hard cock.

"Let me see," Aimee said.

John removed his hand and the cock pointed at her like a tree limb. Aimee smiled broadly and moved the soap to her tits again. Then, she turned and let him see her ass. The soap glided over each cheek several times and John began methodically stroking his cock. Aimee bent slightly and put the soap between her legs, alternating between swiping across her pussy and the bottom of her ass. She leaned with one hand against the wall and let her father watch.

Aimee put the soap down and began to rinse off. John slowed his masturbation, but he was harder than ever. With all the soap gone and her body glistening from the water and lights, Aimee looked stunning. John realized he would have to leave soon or allow his daughter to see him cum into a towel.

Instead, she slid open the shower door and stepped out.

"You have a wonderful cock," she said softly, reaching for a towel.

She dabbed the towel on her body for only a second. Then she dropped it and moved directly in front of her father. Without saying a word or touching him, she kneeled. Only then did she reach out and touch the throbbing erection.

"Aimee, we shouldn't...uh, Aimee...," he mumbled.

Her tongue was seeking out every inch of the cock. Rather than respond, she spread her lips and lowered her head. John's breathing was heavy and hard when the blowjob started and it only got worse as she continued. With rare skill, Aimee used her mouth and hand in combination to force her father to think of only one thing—cumming in her mouth.

He put his hand on the back of her head, but she needed no assistance or encouragement. She sucked on the cock like a pro. When she paused to breathe, her hand kept going. Her tongue was everywhere and Aimee was pleased when it tasted his pre-cum.

John was fucking Aimee's face now and she loved it. He braced himself against the sink and pushed harder. His balls warned him of an impending explosion.

"Now, Aimee! Now!"

It never fazed her. John erupted with a loud groan and a prolonged shot of cum that she took with joy. It was the second large blast of cum that began to drip down her chin. Shot after shot followed and she swallowed what she could. The rest trickled to her breasts.

Aimee only stopped when John insisted. Even then, she licked one last drop from the tip of his cock.

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Every member of the family now had reason to re-evaluate their reason for being on the vacation. Janet wanted to cement her relationship with the kids before they left for college. In her anxiety to succeed, she feared she might have gone too far with Eric; although, he didn't seem to mind and she had fulfilled a fantasy that had long lingered in the back of her mind. Aimee was another story and Janet would have to think about how to approach her.John, of course, had no agenda when the trip began. His philosophy was always 'go with the flow.' He certainly didn't expect sex with Janet, so when the opportunity arose with Aimee it was a fairly easy choice in the end. He assumed it was a one-time deal. Still, he couldn't get the thought of fucking her out of his mind.

Oversexed Aimee wasn't about to leave Florida without fucking somebody. She didn't go there with the intent of it being her father or brother, but now that she had proven to John that she was a willing partner, he might have to do if she didn't meet a stranger she wanted.

Eric had given sex on the trip only cursory consideration. In his dreams, the shy boy imagined finding an equally shy girl on the beach who he could befriend. They might go to a movie. They might end up alone and they might fuck. That was about the extent of it. Apparently, his attraction to older women—like Janet—would provide a better opportunity.

The weather improved dramatically overnight and the following day promised to be filled with heat and sunshine. The entire family planned on spending the day in their swimsuits, with perhaps a t-shirt over it in the coolness of the condo. After what had transpired already, this suited everybody just fine. The morning passed without incident; each of them ate lunch whenever they wanted; and, the afternoon arrived with Aimee still on her quest for new friends on the beach.

John stretched out on the couch, half watching it and half sleeping. His second bottle of beer sat half finished, but within reach.

Eric watched his mother move from living room to kitchen to bedroom and back, admiring the only two-piece bathing suit she had packed. It was conservative in style, but he was in no position to complain. Besides, he could feel his cock harden the longer he looked.

The first snore he heard from the couch his father was on led Eric to act. He walked down the hall toward the bathroom he and Aimee shared. Eric waited silently at the doorway until he caught his mother's attention and then signaled for her to come to him. With a puzzled look on her face, Janet joined him. He took her by the wrist and pulled her into the bathroom.

With the door closed and locked, he went to his mother and kissed her passionately. The move surprised Janet, but it only took a second for her to return the craving in her kisses.

"I couldn't watch you any longer, Mom," Eric said. "Now turn around."

Janet twisted around and Eric nudged her until she steadied herself on the counter, bent slightly at the waist. Next thing she felt was Eric pulling down the bottom of her bathing suit. She could see him in the mirror, running his hands over her smooth cheeks and between her legs. Janet closed her eyes when his fingers found her pussy and clit. When she opened them, she saw that Eric had pulled down his own swimsuit and the hard cock she loved so much rose above his balls.

Janet spread her legs and bent forward a little more. Eric put his cock in place without saying a word and thrust it forward with sudden ferocity. Janet let out an involuntary yelp and Eric put a hand over her mouth. Janet nodded when his cock began to slide in and out of her and Eric moved his hand to her tit. He kneaded it roughly through the bikini, searching out the nipple.

Janet was nearly shaking with exhilaration at the unexpected encounter. The now-familiar sensation of her son's cock drilling her made her want it to last forever, but she knew they only had a minute. That's all it might take, she thought to herself.

Eric felt Janet's juices flow soon after he started. His body slapped against her ass with each thrust. That soft sound and Janet's sighs of pleasure were the only noises.

Eric reached around and found his mother's clit. He rubbed it harder and harder, watching Janet's back arch and her head bob approvingly in response. Eric's free hand squeezed a nipple and Janet felt her pussy prepare for yet another explosive orgasm induced by Eric's incredible cock. She braced herself on the counter.

Holding back cries at the start of the orgasm was the hardest part for Janet. Wave after wave flowed through her body. Eric rubbed her clit and another torrent ripped inside Janet's stomach. Soon after she felt Eric's hands on her hips, she heard his grunts and felt his warm cum inside her. It trickled onto her thigh while they came together in near-silent desire. A minute later, she thought they were done until Eric slammed into her one last time.

He pulled out and they kissed. They dressed without words and separately left the bathroom with John no more aware of the affair than before.

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By the end of the third day, Aimee was getting desperate. Sure, the blowjob she gave her father was fun, but it only made her hornier. When she wasn't checking out the men on the beach, she was plotting how she might cure her need for sex and experiment with something she had long considered but never acted upon. It was far riskier than the shower setting, but had a higher reward factor.

She waited until about two o'clock in the morning and the condo was dark and quiet. Wearing only a tank top, Aimee crept down both hallways until reaching her parents' bedroom. The door was half open and there wasn't a sound. She stepped inside.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Janet was on Aimee's left and John to her right. She was glad to see that plenty of room separated them. Aimee slipped out of her tank top and, as lightly as possible, climbed onto the bed.

A thin blanket covered both of her parents, which Aimee would deal with later. Her first objective was to alert Janet that she was there and assure her everything was alright. John was the least of her problems. Aimee succeeded in making it up to the level of the pillows without disturbing anybody. So far, so good. Also, Janet's back was to Aimee, which she considered in her favor for what she was about to do.

Aimee put a hand on Janet's shoulder, prepare to move it quickly to her mouth if her mother was startled into a scream. Instead, Aimee saw Janet's eyes open and her head turn until they were looking at each other.

"Aimee. Is everything...," Janet began to say.

Aimee decided to cover Janet's mouth very lightly.

"It's fine, Mom. It's fine. Be quiet," Aimee whispered. "I wanted to come in and be with both of you."

By this time, Janet was on her back, still under the cover. Aimee moved over so she could put her lips on her mother's.

After the kiss, Janet said, "But your father..."

"It's OK, Mom. We've already...kind of...you know..."

"You've been having sex with him?" Janet asked.

"Not really. I mean...it was just one time...and we didn't really have sex."

Between the voices and the movement, John was half awake. He rolled over to find Aimee, naked, beside him. It took a second for him to realize everyone else was awake.

"What's going on?" he asked sleepily.

"It's OK, Dad. Relax," Aimee said.

She looked back at Janet and said, "I want to be with you tonight—with Dad here."

Janet didn't have time to answer. Aimee pulled down the cover as far as Janet's waist. Her mother wore a nightshirt and Janet's nipples poked against the soft material. Aimee started to slide her hands across the small tits through the nightshirt and, soon, the nipples were more pronounced.

John was wide-awake now and leaned up to watch what Aimee was doing. He scooched closer to her and put his hand on her bare ass, massaging the soft cheeks. John felt a pang of guilt about doing this with his wife so close, but then she was having her breasts rubbed by her daughter so he didn't feel overly remorseful.

Aimee pulled the nightshirt up until Janet's tits were in sight. She rolled partially on top of her mother and licked a nipple before taking the breast in her mouth. Aimee spent the next couple minutes lovingly sucking on the tits while John played with her pussy and ass. John's cock pushed against his boxers, creating a tent neither woman could see. They were too busy with each other.

Aimee pulled the nightshirt over Janet's head. Then she moved down and pushed the cover to the bottom of her mother's feet. Janet kicked it off. That allowed Aimee to move between Janet's legs. John and Janet watched their daughter take off Janet's panties. John's cock couldn't get any harder with the sight of two naked women within easy reach.

Aimee smiled at Janet and situated her face right above her mother's pussy. Janet was still rather in shock over the whole thing, but having Aimee's tongue slowly slide up her pussy until reaching her clit made her lose awareness of anything but the incredible feeling between her legs. Even when John sucked on her tits, Janet focused on what Aimee was doing to her.

Before long, John yanked off his boxers. Neither of the women paid a whole lot of attention to the impressive erection he unveiled. However, when he kneeled behind Aimee and let it rest on her ass, she realized she would soon be the beneficiary of it.

John heard his wife whimper just as he put the tip of his cock at the entrance to Aimee's pussy. Janet began to writhe on the bed with the approach of an orgasm. John grabbed Aimee by the waist and pushed. That only caused Aimee to apply more pressure to Janet's clit.

"Oh God, yes Aimee! Just like that!" Janet cried out.

Janet gripped the bedsheets and prepared for the inevitable climax. John fucked Aimee from behind with ever-increasing strength, reaching for her tits at the same time. All three of them entered their own little world before they came, but the sight and sound of the others managed to heighten the pleasure.

Janet was first.

"Oh fuck, yes! Yes!"

Aimee sucked on Janet's clit and the orgasm began. Janet pounded the bed each time she felt the wet tongue hit her clit. She tried to muffle her moans, but it was useless. With John looking down on the whole thing, he too started to cum. It poured into Aimee's pussy in a seemingly endless stream. She rubbed her clit for a few seconds, forcing herself to join her parents in ecstasy. The bedroom was filled with groans and the sound of John thrashing against Aimee's ass.

Cum dripped from Aimee's pussy, while she lapped up as much of her mother's juices as she could. Nobody felt cheated when it was all done, and they lay together for a while before Aimee left just as quietly as she arrived.

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As the week in Florida wound down, every member of the family could say it was a success. Aimee, especially, was more than satisfied without having to hit on a single stranger. The tryst with her parents proved better than she had imagined. She envisioned many more years of encounters with her father, who gave the impression of being very susceptible to being seduced.

She wondered about Eric, though. He struck her as unusually subdued during the week, as though something was on his mind. Not being one to let things linger, Aimee took it upon herself to solve the riddle.

With John and Janet at the movies and dinner on a cloudy late afternoon, Aimee was alone with Eric in the condo for several hours. She changed into her shortest shorts and a V-neck t-shirt that revealed a lot of cleavage...after removing her bra and panties. If her guess was right, what she wore would have little impact on the outcome.

Eric was stretched out on the couch watching TV and playing on his iPad when Aimee entered the living room. She sat across from her brother and allowed the shorts to creep up her thighs until nearing exposing her pussy. Aimee saw Eric give her a cursory glance, but no more.

"You've been awful quiet," she said. "A week with no sex getting to you?"

Eric sneered at her and replied, "That's not it, trust me. I'm probably just ready to go home."

"Yeah, me too. Are you nervous about starting school?"

"Not really," he said.

"I'm glad we'll be together," Aimee said, getting up from her chair.

She crossed the room to the couch and sat on the edge, near Eric's waist. He watched her gaze down at his body and followed her eyes from his face to his legs.

"I think it will be fun," she added.

Her hand moved to his leg and slid higher until reaching the bottom of his shorts. Aimee allowed the fingers to disappear under the material. Eric was on his back, peering down without saying a word. Aimee withdrew her hand and moved it to the top of Eric's shorts.

"I saw you undressing once," she said softly. "You didn't know I was there."

She unbuttoned the shorts.

"I saw you naked, Eric. I liked it. Your cock was SO big."

Aimee pulled down thee zipper and saw his briefs. She put a hand on the soft fabric, letting her fingers seek out the outline of his cock. It was growing, but not yet hard. She pulled down the shorts until his underwear was uncovered.

"I bet it's even bigger now," she cooed.

The palm of her hand caressed the hardening cock.

"I think when we're at school in the fall we should rely on each other if we need to," she said. "Don't you agree?"

Aimee reached for the top of his briefs and pulled them down, exposing Eric's cock.

'Sure' was Eric's weak answer. Philosophical discussions were not on his mind.

Aimee's fingers glided the length of her brother's cock. He was nearly fully erect and the longer her fingers remained in place, the harder he got.

Then she stopped and leaned back.

"Take off your clothes, Eric."

Before he could move, she lifted her shirt. She had it off and on the floor before Eric could get his shorts and briefs over his feet. Aimee stood and got naked while Eric took off his shirt. They stared at each other for only a moment. Then Aimee was on her knees, dropping her head in the direction of Eric's intense erection.

In his wildest dreams, Eric could not possibly imagine that, at this moment, his sister would be comparing his cock to his father's; or, that he would be comparing Aimee's tits to his mother's. Regardless, there they were—naked together in the living room with Aimee about to suck the only cock in the family she hadn't already.

Eric soon found out that his sister was an expert at such things. He watched her kiss the tip of his cock and lick it from top to bottom. He saw her lips part and his cock vanish inside her mouth. Eric relaxed after that and allowed himself to enjoy it all. For just a moment, an image of Janet flickered in his mind; but then he looked at Aimee and her delicious body and realized they were quite different in more than age. He would always relish his mother's matured looks. However, if Aimee was someone he would be having sex with, it wasn't a bad alternative.

In the middle of these thoughts, Aimee stopped sucking Eric's cock and laid on her back in the middle of the floor. She didn't say a word—just spread her legs a bit. Eric rolled off the couch and moved into the space Aimee created. Her eyes never left his erection while Eric got settled. He kneeled and then stretched out on top of her. She moved the cock into place.

Eric couldn't help but appreciate the tightness of his sister's pussy opposed to his mother's. He closed his eyes while he pushed his cock into her, loving the grip her pussy lips delivered. Aimee was wet, but, God, what an incredible feeling.

Aimee quickly wrapped her legs around Eric's waist, letting her feet rest on his ass. He put his hands under her ass and lifted her up to accept his thrusts. A minute later Eric was sucking on her tits, lightly biting the nipples with this teeth and hearing Aimee moan in delight.

They rolled on the floor, changing positions a half dozen times. Their hands toured each other's body. If they did this a hundred times in the future, nothing would be as stimulating as this first time.

"Fuck me harder," Aimee told Eric.

She squeezed her pussy even tighter.

"God, Aimee. That is so good."

They were on their sides. Eric rubbed Aimee's clit and she pleaded for more—more of his cock and more of his fingers massaging her throbbing clit.

"Almost...there," she gasped.

"That's it," he urged. "Let me hear you cum."

He pounded her pussy aggressively.

"Ohhhh fuck!"

They came together in a loud climax with their bodies thrashing together wildly. Eric ended up on top, forcing his cock into his sister while watching her tits roll back and forth on her chest. Their pleadings for more drowned each other out. Aimee rubbed her clit until she couldn't cum anymore and Eric was all but motionless on top of her.

"I think we'll do fine at school," Aimee said quietly.