Death in the Family

It was shortly after my father reached his forty-sixth birthday. He had been a hard-worker all his life. He had provided well for his family. We lived in a large home in a very good neighborhood. We lived in the richest county in the state and in the richest village in that county. He had spent little time at home. All of his time had been spent making money. He owned his own brokerage firm. I didn't understand what he really did for a living. I was nineteen years old. I was the youngest in the family and as naive as a Catholic boy often is.

There was Dad, me, and my three sisters, along with Mom. I still lived at home with Mom and Dad, preparing to go to college in a year after spending time traveling in Europe. My sister, Frida, was a junior in college and twenty-one years old. She lived in a dorm at the college. Next was Geena, who was in her last year of college and twenty-two years old. She lived in an apartment. Last was Hanna, who had graduated and had been working in Dad's firm for two years. She was twenty-four years old and lived at home with me, Mom and Dad.

I was Eric, Mom was Dana, and Dad was Charles.

It happened suddenly. Everything was fine, it seemed. I was not aware of any problems in the family, but I was young and wasn't really tuned in to the family dynamics. I had my own life with its problems and worries. You remember what that was like for to still be fresh out of high school.

Then Dad had his heart attack, and within a few hours he was gone. Our family would never be the same again.

The funeral was three days later. We had a large family and they all came. It was held at a funeral home nearby and then the entire family returned to our large home to do as families always do after these events. We ate from the food provided by all the family members, so that Mom wouldn't have to do anything. We visited with members and spouses and children that we hadn't seen in years, in some cases. Finally, after several hours, almost everyone had cleaned up the food, cleaned the house, and left for their own homes.

I was left with my mother and my three sisters. We had a five bedroom house, so everyone at last went to their own rooms and peace descended upon the house. It was eerie to know Dad wasn't there anymore. It was also strange how little I had seen my mother and sisters mourn. Personally, I had never been close to Dad.

My two sisters in college had taken off for a week from college. It was no problem. They both attended the same exclusive, private school, and my father had been a large contributor to the alumni fund. The college was a tradition in the family. Everyone in the family had attended this school, except, of course, me, and I was heading there next year.

About two in the morning my mom came into my room and awakened me. 

"Eric, do you mind if I sleep with you tonight? I feel so strange. Is it okay, sweetie?"

"Of course, Mom, please, do what you want. It's alright, really."

My mother was a beautiful woman of forty-five. She had kept her hair long, and wavy. It was brown and soft as silk. She was wearing a long nightgown, but it was almost translucent, and I could see what a nice figure she had. I had always thought she was lovely, and tonight she was extremely fine looking. Maybe sorrow brings out beauty I thought.

Mom crawled into my bed and cuddled up to me. I was on my back and I put my arm around her shoulder, and she put a hand on my bare chest. I slept in my boxer shorts only. After a few minutes I could feel Mom shaking and I felt tears wetting my chest and shoulder. 

"Mom, it's alright, it's okay, don't cry, please."

"Oh, Eric, you just don't understand. I know you're young but you should really know the truth. I'm sorry to tell you things you may not want to hear, but you're the man in the family now. You will have to grow up quickly." 

Then she told me the story of her and my father. It wasn't pretty. When my parents had been attending college together they had met at a mixer. She was a junior and he was a senior. The mixer was alcohol free, but almost all the young men at the mixer had bottles in their jacket pockets and my father had made several drinks for himself and my mother. They both were slightly tipsy, but she was a little thing and the liquor really affected her. She lost all her inhibitions. She was still a virgin, but not for long.

They went out to his car and he fucked her in the back seat of his Mercedes. Then he got upset because her virgin blood had stained his carseat. Nine months later my sister Hanna was born. In his family one had to do the "right" thing. They were married. Dad graduated and Mom finished up the next year. Dad's family set them up with a small home and a good job for Dad.

He fucked her only once a year. On his own birthday. It was his present to himself. The rest of the year he was using prostitutes. The only good thing he did was use a condom when screwing the

whores.

So, over the years, by chance, Mom became pregnant and had her four children. Finally, she had her tubes tied. She didn't want anymore children. I had always wondered why our birthdays were within a few weeks of each other. Now I knew. I held her tight. And I felt my cock starting to grow. I had just learned to hate my father, and I was feeling strong feelings of love for my mother. I wanted her.

I didn't have to do anything. I had been wondering what I needed to do to get my Mom to make love to me. It happened very suddenly. I felt her little hand on my boxers. Then she reached into the opening and fished out my hard cock. She started stroking it.

"Is this alright, Eric? I've never done this before. All your father ever did was stick his cock into my pussy and fuck until he came. He never made love to me. Am I doing this right?"

God! Was she doing it right! "Mom, you're a natural, I think. I want you so badly right now. Can I touch you too?"

"Oh, Eric. I want to be loved so much right now. I've waited so long to really be loved. Do anything you want, baby. It's all new to me too."

The first thing I did was have Mom take off the nightgown. Now I could see her beautiful body. She had small tits, but the nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers. They were so pretty. And her pussy was very brown, and curly. She had never shaved it. I don't think she knew that she could. But I noticed something about her pussy. It was already very wet. I stripped off my boxers and grabbed her and put her down on the bed. I started kissing her like a lover, not a son. She kissed back.

My cock was so hard it was starting to ache. She grabbed it again and I started mauling her little titties and nipples, then I sucked on them. She started jacking me off. Then she did something she had maybe dreamed of, but had never done before. She leaned over and kissed my cock. Then she licked it. She shivered with lust. She put her whole mouth around my cock and started sucking hard. She sucked so hard I almost told her to stop, but fuck that. I wanted my Mom to give me my first blow job, and her first blow job.

I was young and this was all new to me, but I knew I loved it. However, I didn't know how to hold it in yet. I started coming in a minute or two. I came so much it dribbled around her mouth. She tried so hard to eat it all. She had been holding herself in check for half of her life. Now she wanted to have it all. She licked and sucked all of my come, looked up into my eyes and grinned as I had never seen her do before. We both had found something magical.

My Mom had discovered what she had been missing for twenty years. She was not about to miss anything ever again, now that the bastard in her life was good and gone. She embraced me and begged me to make love to her again and again. I had lost my hard on. However, I started growing once more. I was young and horny. I was getting ready to do some more sex damage on Mom.

I reached over and started fingering her pussy. She started grinding against my fingers. And moaning with passion. She came quickly, once again, on my hand. I let her lick her own pussy juice and she loved it as she continued moaning. The I decided to do something I had heard the other guys talk about, and I had seen on the internet. I softly spread her legs and started kissing her pussy. I kissed and nibbled on her clit above her slit. I started licking her labia. They were wet from coming so much. I licked it off and sucked her cunt.

I think my Mom came more that night than she had in her whole life.

After I had sucked all her pussy honey out, and watched as more kept dribbling out, I decided that she needed a loving cock rammed up her cunt. I had grown hard again with a nineteen year old's resilience. I was as hard as a stone. Her legs were already spread apart for my feeding session. I just moved into position, spread her legs a little more, and began pushing my seven inches of hard dick into my Mom. She grinned again, then she grimaced the face of lust as I pushed in and began fucking my Mommy.

She had been fucked only about twenty or so times in her life. Her cunt was as tight as an eighteen year old. I could barely force my way in, but I fucking did! I rammed in and started thrusting in and out. I was like a fucking machine. This was my first fuck. I had already had my first blow job. This was the best night of my life. I was going to do the best fucking fuck of my life, and remember it forever. So I rammed harder and Mom started screaming with pleasure and lust.

This time I had plenty of time before I came. I was building up a great come in my balls for my Mom. She kept coming so it was juicy and warm, and it wanted more and more cock in it. I was more than willing to make love to my Mom all night if she wanted me. I kept fucking in and out, in and out, in and out.

After thirty minutes, she started saying, "Eric, please come in me, I can't take anymore, please come, baby, please." 

So I started shooting as much come as I could up her pussy. More and more shot into her cunt. Finally I had no more to give and quickly pulled out. My god! She squirted all her juices and my come back out onto my belly. It was so fucking hot! I had never heard of that before. It was fucking great. I collapsed on top of my Mom and we spread all our come all over our bodies as we embraced in love and lust.

We were so tired that we fell asleep almost immediately. We slept with our arms around each other. All sticky from come and happy as hell.

I awoke about five in the morning. Something wet and soft was wrapped around my soft dick. I glanced down and saw that Mom was enjoying her newfound sexual freedom by making love to her son's cock. She was enjoying rolling my soft cock around in her mouth, tasting all of the come from last night, both hers and mine. But, of course, I couldn't stay soft forever. I started growing, and instead of just licking it she started sucking it and running her tongue up and down my shaft. Then she sucked in both of my balls and ran her tongue over them.

I grabbed her pretty brown hair and began fucking her face. I had dreamed of doing this to some girl. But this was my Mom! I loved it. I fucked her mouth and she rammed almost her whole hand into her cunt. She started fucking her pussy with her hand as I fucked her face. I could tell when she began coming because she almost bit my cock as she moaned. That made me start coming too. She sucked it all down, licked her hand clean, and grinned her new grin at me. Death had brought new life to my family!

My father had passed away. It was sudden. He was only forty-six years old. I was rejoicing. I hated him. My name is Hanna. There are four of us children of Charles and Dana. I am the oldest at twenty-four. Next is Geena who is twenty-tow, and then Frida at twenty-one. They are both in college now. I graduated from the same school. Our brother, Eric, is nineteen and has graduated from high school. My Mom is forty-five and still quite beautiful.

My father was a bastard. When I was eighteen he took me aside and told me, in very clear terms, that he was paying my way through college, as he would for all of his children. But, the catch was I had to give him a blow job and then let him fuck me for as long as he wanted that night. I knew it was coercion, and I could have said no, but I knew I would never pay my way through an expensive college like the one our family all attended. I am ashamed to say that I just considered it a pay for play proposition. I got what I wanted and so did he.

That night I gave the first and last cock sucking of my life. I was a lesbian. I had always known that, I think. But I did as he wished and I drank all of his come, gagging and retching all the time. And then I let him fuck me. That was also the only time a man had been in my pussy. I hated him from that time forward, but I told no one about it. I was ashamed of my weakness.

While I was at college it was policy that each student had a different roommate each year. I was glad to stay in the dormitories for four years, with a different girl each year. And each of them was lots of fun. Oh, they weren't all lesbians like me, but they all loved sex, and we had a great deal of lusty nights together.

After college I moved back into my parents' home. I avoided my father and felt a great deal of sorrow for my mother. She had to live with him as his wife. It must have been horrid for her. Out of family pride he gave me a job, but I still hated him with a passion.

Then he died and our lives changed completely.

After the funeral all of the family gathered at our house. After they had spent the day and evening we all went to our own bedrooms. I was the last to go up to my room because I was helping Mom by locking up and making sure everything was taken care of downstairs.

I was walking down the upstairs hallway. It was carpeted so no one could hear me. I was going towards my room at the end of the hall. As I passed Geena's room I heard what could only be muffled crying. The entire house was sound proofed. Only from under the doors could any sound pass. That was because they didn't quite meet the carpet. I had often wondered why my father had the house built that way.

Of course, I stopped, tapped on the door, and heard the sobbing stop. Then Geena came to the door, wearing a teddy and nothing underneath. I had not thought of my sister in sexual terms before, but, they say that funerals bring out odd feelings in people. I started lusting for my pretty sister, with her page boy haircut and her lovely, perky breasts and long, dancer's legs.

"I heard you, Geena, so don't tell me I didn't. What are you crying for. Not that asshole of a father we had."

"You thought he was an asshole, too, Hanna? I thought I was the only one. No, I wasn't crying for him. I was crying for joy. Really, I hated him and I am just crying with happiness that he died so young."

"Tell me about it, Geena."

So, she told me how when she became eighteen father did the same thing to her that he did to me. She had to give him a blow job and then fuck him all night, or she wouldn't go to college. She, too, had thought it was coercion, but she had actually enjoyed it. She felt a great deal of shame for having loved sucking off our father, and then enjoying the fucking he gave her. She had actually wanted more.

Now I realized what my father was up to when he had the house built sound proofed. He wanted to use his daughters without being found out. He had the money, and he used it any way he chose.

I had always wondered about Geena. I knew she had been sexually active, but I had heard stories about other things she had been into. Anyway, after she told me about what father had done to her, I told her he had done the same to me, but I had hated it. And I had grown to hate him, too.

Then I embraced her and hugged her as close as I could, because I was almost ready to cry myself. Then I felt something through my blouse that sent a tingle into my pussy. Geena's nipples had become hard! And now mine started to get the same way. I drew back, looked into her pretty green eyes, and moved in to give her a kiss. Not a sisterly kiss, either. I was forceful and pressed my

tongue into her mouth.

I wanted her. As much as I had ever wanted any other woman. More. I loved her and wanted to make love to her. I could tell she wanted the same. I quickly stripped that little teddy off. Then I just stood and looked at her lovely body. Small tits ran in our family, but they were choice tits. I knew mine were fine. Perky and uplifted.

She started tearing my clothes off. She'd had enough waiting for me to make love to her. She was just going to make love to me. We were both naked and fell into our arms onto the bed. Our bodies melded together, and I started creaming immediately. I put my hand on her pussy and felt the cream pouring out of her cunt. Her labia were soaking wet and swollen already.

I pushed my fingers into her cunt and began fucking her. I was in a hurry this first time. She reached down and began doing the same to me. We were sisters, and our pussies were the same. And we were both shaved. Our cunts were bare of the lovely brunette hair we shared on our heads. Hers was bobbed, mine was still long. But out cunts were clean, and shiny with moisture, and we were fucking each other thoroughly with our hands. And we were actually gushing pussy juice out onto our hands and legs and the bed spread.

I was screaming with joy and Geena joined me, our voices almost harmonizing with lust. At last we had to stop from sheer fatigue. We did not release each other. We wanted to savor our newfound closeness. We started making out softly and gently. Our lips just grazing. The tips of our tongues touching and retreating. We nibbled our lips with soft nips of our teeth. And we both nuzzled the other's neck and earlobes. This was female love making. Soft and gentle and sweet. But it could be forceful if necessary. It wasn't yet.

Then we started talking, and sharing. 

"How long did you know you were gay," she asked. 

"Forever, it seems, and from when I was first felt up by a guy. I felt nothing. Then he took out his cock and wanted me to suck it. I just felt sick and the thought of having a man's meat in my pussy really turned me off. I never dated a man again. But that doesn't mean I don't like things in my cunt," and I laughed. She laughed too, having just fucked me with her fingers.

"Come on, Geena. I want to show you something. We can have some real fun if you want, okay?"

"Sure, Hanna. This is turning out to be a great night for me. That bastard is dead and my sister is really making me feel good. Let's go!"

We put on robes and slippers and quickly went out and down the hall to my room. As we passed Eric's room I thought I heard something, but that was the last thing I was interested in right now. 

I wanted to show Geena what it was like to be a real lesbian.

We moved into my room, close the door and dropped out of our slippers and robes, getting naked and gleaming with lust sweat. I kissed Geena and then went over to my armoire. I unlocked it and displayed everything for Geena. She looked on with wonder and a sudden grin of joy. There were all kinds of dildos displayed, large and small, soft and hard, black and white, and even some with devices to shoot fake cum when you had reached orgasm.

There were also several kinds of strap ons. These were what I wanted to really show her. I knew she liked cock in her pussy. This was just as good, I thought. I smiled at her and said, "Are you ready for some real fun, little sister?"

She kissed me and then went over to my bed and got on all fours, looked back at me with a smirk, and said, "Give me your best shot, Hanna!" I grabbed my favorite strap on, the one with the six inch cock that had pleased many a girlfriend, and put it on, cramming the little dildo included on the inside into my pussy. Then, I advanced upon my little sister, with her grinning and laughing with glee.

I grabbed her pussy, still juicy and wet and ready, wiped up some of the come and spread it on the fake dick. Then I started cramming it into my sister's pussy, which opened like a little mouth to take it. She did love dick! I was now a little rough. I rammed it in and heard her squeal and moan at the same time. But she backed up and tried to get even more in her cunt. I began to fuck, feeling the little dildo fucking me as I fucked my sister.

As I began fucking her with thrusts of zeal, she kept squealing, enjoying the fucking. I started to really ram her, to see if she really liked screwing. I found that she did. She wanted more and more. And she was coming all the while, greasing up the strap on's dick, making it easier for me to cram up into her vagina and knocking against her cervix. I was coming myself. And I was reaming a finger up her ass, too. That made her even more enthusiastic. I finally got so tired that I had to stop and withdraw. The little slut moaned as if she hadn't had enough. She had!

Now she had been introduced to lesbian play. She had loved it. 

"That was so fucking great, Hanna. Almost as good as a hot, hard cock." 

I laughed and knew it had been good. She had not missed anything, the little cunt!

She rolled over and let all the pussy juice leak out of her pussy onto my bed. I didn't care. I loved what I saw. I removed the strap on and threw it in a corner, Then I got on my knees on the floor in front of the bed. I grabbed Geena's feet, pulled her to the edge of the bed and started sucking on her toes. She giggled and shook, but didn't tell me to stop. When I thought I had made her come again I went for the real prize.

I put my hands on her soft thighs and spread them apart. I ran my hands up her legs and reached her little cunny. It was so sweet looking, having been fucked with fingers and a hard dildo. It was swollen and greasy and tempting as hell. I looked into her green eyes, she winked at me, and I move in. I began by touching her little clit with the tip of my tongue. She giggled again.

Now it was time for some real pussy eating. I took my hands and spread her lips apart, giving me access to the wet and juicy part of her cunt. Then I put my face into her pussy and licked and sucked everything my tongue and mouth could get to. She squealed again and started a constant moaning sound that was like music to my ears. I knew I was doing it right. I was coming myself as I ate her. My pussy was creaming down my legs onto the floor. Fuck it! This was good pussy. I loved my sister more than I ever had before. We both came so much our pussies were like pots of honey.

That was the night that I discovered my sister was bisexual, and she discovered I was gay, and we both found out we loved making love to each other. Thank god that bastard died! We may have never explored and exploited our sexual love for each other.

I wondered what his death was doing to the rest of the family.

It was the morning after Daddy's funeral. It was really sad. I couldn't stop crying all night after we all went to bed. I loved Daddy so much. He had always been so loving to me. He always gave me everything I wanted. I loved the college he sent all of us to attend. He was so good.

My name is Frida. Just like everyone in my family, I have brown, curly hair, and I am slight, with small tits that Daddy always called perky as hell. I'm twenty-one years and I am at the same college as my sister Geena. My sister Hanna went there, and my brother Eric will go there too, when he finishes taking a break from school. My mother is kind of cool and aloof. I never did understand her. But I understood Daddy.

He first started coming to my room when I was eighteen years old. He was so sweet. He showed me what it was to be a woman. I had my first orgasm with Daddy. He taught me how to suck cock. I loved sucking his cock. It was hard and tasted so good, especially when he came in my mouth. I loved eating come. Almost as much as being fucked.

Daddy fucked me for the first time. He changed me from a virgin to a woman. I loved the way he rammed his cock into my pussy. He was so good at it. I thought that mother must have loved making love to Daddy. He only came to me once a month, but it was always the happiest time for me.

The morning after the funeral I came downstairs to breakfast and everyone was there. The maid had put out a buffet for all of us. Mother was sitting at the head of the table smiling at Eric for some reason. And Hanna and Geena were sitting together on one side of the table. I thought they looked funny. I couldn't understand why everyone looked so happy. This was a horrible time. Daddy was dead.

After breakfast mother and Eric wandered off together. Then Hanna and Geena left to go upstairs for some reason. I decided to find mother and try to find out what was going on. There was something odd going on and I didn't like it at all.

I walked upstairs to go to mother's room and talk about Daddy. We had been so busy yesterday with relatives around that I hadn't been able to tell mother how much I loved and missed Daddy. I guess I

just felt that we hadn't really mourned properly together. So I went up and knocked on mother's door. I heard a scrambling under the door.

The door opened and mother was standing in the doorway wearing a peignoir. I guess she had changed out of her day clothes to go back to bed. Strange. Then I saw on the other side of the room, on her easy chair, a man's pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt. There were tennis shoes on the floor. This was peculiar.

I went over to the closet while mother was trying to stop me, but I was determined to find out what was going on. It almost blew me away to find my naked brother Eric trying to hide in the closet behind some dresses. 

"What's going on around here! Mother, what's this all about? Daddy is just buried and you're doing something awful. Why are you doing this with Eric? Didn't you love Daddy?"

At first mother was red and very flustered, then she got indignant, then she started telling me a story I didn't believe a word of. She told me how my Daddy had treated her like dirt. That he only made love to her once a year. That he went to whores for sex and he never loved her. I knew none of it was true, because he was so good to me. And I told her exactly how Daddy had loved me.

Mother used the house phone to call Hanna. Geena just happened to be in the same room. Mother asked them to meet her downstairs in the den for a family meeting. I didn't know what was going on. Eric put on his clothes, mother got dressed again, and we all went downstairs to talk.

"This is a very important meeting, children. I want to tell you exactly what kind of marriage I had with your father. I have already told Eric and Frida, and now I will tell you, Hanna, and you, Geena." 

Then she told them the same story she had told me upstairs. I knew they wouldn't believe it. But I was so surprised when they all agreed with mother and even told their own, horrible stories about Daddy.

I started crying again. I couldn't believe what they were saying, but they were all in agreement. I tried to make them understand by telling them how nice Daddy had been to me. How he had introduced me to sex and had been so nice about it. How he had made me love to have sex. How he had been the best lover in the world.

Then I left the room and went up to my room. Soon, Eric was at my door. He asked to sit and chat for awhile. I had no problem with that. I loved Eric. Then he asked me to tell him in more detail how Daddy had been good to me. I was a little ashamed, but I wanted someone to know how good Daddy had been to me. So I told Eric all the details. As I talked Eric moved closer to me on the bed. I must admit talking about having sex with Daddy was making me feel very peculiar, with Eric sitting so close and smelling so good and looking so handsome, almost like Daddy was here again.

Then Eric leaned in and kissed me. Then he kissed me again, harder. Then I kissed him. Then we started making out and I was feeling so much better. I felt so much better that my pussy started creaming. It had always creamed easily with Daddy, and all the other boys in college I had let make love to me. I loved sex, ever since Daddy had first fucked me.

Eric was mauling my tits and trying to put his hand on my pussy under my dress. I didn't mind. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly that I started rubbing his cock through his pants. It wasn't long until we were both naked and Eric was showing me how he was almost as good a lover as Daddy. In fact, he may have been a little better. Daddy had never put his mouth on my pussy, but Eric was licking and sucking it and making me feel even better.

My pussy had just a little hair at the top above my clit. That was how Daddy had liked it. And Eric started nibbling on my clit. I came immediately. Daddy always loved the way I came so fast. It made him feel like a real man, he told me. Eric sucked on my clit, making me come some more. The he moved his face down and licked each lip of my pussy, all the juice on them, and began fucking my cunt with his tongue. I could not stop creaming out of my pussy all over his face.

Finally I begged, "Eric, please, please, stop and fuck me, please, I need your cock, please Eric, please."

He stopped sucking my cunt, looked up into my green eyes, and grinned. His face glistened with my pussy cream. He got up, reached into his pants pocket, got a condom and handed it to me. I opened it and, as he knelt over me, I pushed it down his hard, throbbing cock. Then he leaned over and started kissing me again. I tasted my own pussy and it was so good. Moving between my legs, he spread them with his hands, caressing my thighs and making me feel a little faint with need.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I drew him closer, as he pushed his prick into my little cunny. It felt even better than Daddy, cause Eric was young and fresh and exciting. My pussy opened wide and sucked in his cock. He began to pump and I began to hump. We fucked each other. And eventually we both came at the same time, though I had been coming all along.

I was beginning to get over my grief a little. Then mother came into the room without knocking. I blushed so red but I wasn't sure why. I had told her all about my fucking Daddy.

"Is she a good fuck, Eric, baby?"

"Yes Mom, she's almost as good as you." And he laughed. What the hell? Eric was fucking mother?

Then mother came over, looked at me, and said, "Frida, we know what your Daddy did to you. We know you enjoyed it. We know that he was a bastard to the rest of us. He made me lose out on sex for half of my life. But we all still love you, baby girl, and we're showing you. And, I am getting some of the fun I have missed out on."

With that she took off her clothes, showing off her still beautiful body, with her small tits, long legs and still hairy pussy. Then she got up on the bed, facing Eric who was still inside of my pussy. She straddled my head, lowered her cunt down to my face and starting rubbing it back and forth. I couldn't help putting out my tongue and tasting her hairy pussy. She was greasy for me already.

As Eric started ramming me again he started licking mother's face and I kept licking and sucking her cunt. This was what I had needed all along. I had lost Daddy but I was still getting the good sex he had given to me.

As we were fucking and sucking the door opened. Hanna and Geena came in. Were they going to fuck me too? They were. Both of them were nude, except for the strap ons they were both wearing. They were both grinning and were moving to us. Eric looked up and pulled out of me. His condom was full of his come. Mother rubbed her cunt one more time on my face and then got up and moved away.

Hanna told me to get on my hands and knees. I did with my ass facing the end of the bed. She moved up with her strap on ready. 

"I'm going to give you something your Dad never gave you," she promised. I looked back and saw her wiping lots of k-y on the dildo. Moving closer she placed the head at the opening of my ass. I grimaced with a little fear. She started pushing it in and then rammed it. I screamed.

I don't know if she tore anything, but she started fucking my ass and began working like a fucking machine. I couldn't believe how much it made me come. Jesus, I was pouring come out of my cunt onto the bed and she kept ramming and ramming. Daddy had never been this good!

I glanced over and on my bed with me was mother. She was on all fours like me. She was looking back at Geena. Geena was greasing up her strap on's dildo. Then she moved in, greased up mother's ass hole and began pushing into her! Omigod, Hanna was fucking my ass and Geena was fucking mother's ass. Double ass fuck. New to me. And I had seen a lot of fucking.

This was so damned great. I loved this family again. I was starting to believe them. Maybe Daddy had been a bastard to the rest of the family. I didn't know what to believe anymore. But I did know that I loved the sex this family knew how to dish out. God, I loved being fucked in the ass. And Mom was screaming with ecstasy, too.

After Mom and I had came all over my bed, and the two other girls had squirted pussy juices out around their strap ons, we all finally had enough orgasms for awhile. We all collapsed into a writhing pile of long-legged, perky titted, brunette sexpots.

I had forgotten Eric. He came over, having been beating his meat for the past ten minutes, grabbed my hair with one hand, and started squirting come into my open, welcoming mouth.

We had certainly learned to cope with a death in the family.